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Honorable Man (Kento Nanami x Intern!F!Reader)

Words: 4k

Minors DNI

Tw: smut little plot, age gap implied (20s and late 30s), power imbalance (superior and intern/college student), unprotected sex with creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom!nanami, dumbification, rough, work place sex, no curses au, squirting, manhandling, size kink a little, degradation and praise, 'sir', crying, cum ♡, this is just horny and ooc ngl babes

"Nanami, can you take the new intern under your wing?"

Those damn words. His boss didn't even give him a choice and somehow it was always Nanami who got stuck with college boys that thought they knew how the world works. Only that you weren't a boy and that you were actually resourceful; how was that somehow worse? Now he was stuck with you, stuck with your cute face.

The whole office stopped for a moment when you walked in and introduced yourself. You were just captivating, desirable. Nanami hated it. Hated how the others looked at you like you were a meal to try but he caught himself checking out the composition of your body too. His boss was about to snatch you, suddenly seeming to have the time to work in the intern but Nanami had some care left. He was pretty sure he was the only honorable man in this building anyway.

"You are the intern?" He got to you first.

"Y-yes?" You were nervous, it was all over you and Nanami found it endearing. He hated this job, you were excited for it. How ironic.

"I am Nanami, I will be responsible for you. What was your name?"

"(Y/N)! I am so sorry," you bowed. "It is nice to meet you, sir."

That was how it started. How it's going? Not good. You and Nanami stayed late, a problem with the numbers and while he had told you to go home you wouldn't abandon him on this.

"Two minds work faster," you reasoned. "You'll be here the whole night… If we work together it will only be a few hours. I have no one waiting at home. Your wife probably wants you back?" 

"No wife," he sighed. 

You got a lot more comfortable with everyone else gone and Nanami realized as professional as you seemed, you had another side to you. One that took off your shoes and kneeled on the office chair, bent forward to look at his screen. And Nanami tried to not notice but the way your skirt fell now, exposing the back of your plush thighs, how your back curved and your arms squeezed your breasts. He realized that he was not as honorable as he thought. His cock was surely disagreeing, feeling trapped against his dress pants.

"There," you pointed at the screen. "Let me," you got up quickly and moved before him, typing and Nanami wished he could pay attention to the damn screen.

He could just grab your hips now and you'd be sitting on his lap. You practically stood between his legs, bent forward. You had freed your hair earlier from a tight ponytail and it was now gracefully cascading over your shoulder. Your ass, it was begging to be caressed, shy underneath your skirt.

"Why is it not working?" You frowned and looked back at him and Nanami could finally pay attention to the problem at hand again. He skimmed your typed command.

"Here," his hands brushed against yours as he reached for the keys and he felt electrified. "Rookie mistake," he changed something and the screen turned green now. You solved the error.

"Nice!" You exclaimed and straightened up, smiling at him. "Teamwork makes the dream work?"

"Do not expect praise from me. You should know that by now," he sighed but regretted saying it when your lips pushed into a pout and your brows furrowed. You were downright adorable and all Nanami could think of was fucking that pout from your face.

"But I've been so good," you said, jokingly. You managed to make it worse for him still. A little tease.

"Let's pack up and go home," he got up and loosened his tie, then packed up his stuff and you got in the elevator. "Do you take the subway?"

"I do. You mind walking together?" You smiled softly.

"Of course not. It's late, best I will walk you home if you don't mind?"

"You don't have to," you said gratefully. 

"But I will."

"It's appreciated, Nanami-san."

And of course it started to pour. Your white blouse did not hold up for long and your black bra was showing quickly. "Here," he took off his suit jacket and handed it to you. You looked up and your eyes met, gluing together for the very first time. Strands of soaked hair framed your wet face, your lips were plump and so inviting. The blush on your cheeks made Nanami feel lightheaded.

"Thank you. With the rain… are you sure you'd not rather go home?" You smiled so politely not even realizing Nanami did it for his own sanity and put it on, turning back to the screen. "My train is there in 5 minutes."

"Good," he sighed. "I said I'll walk you." Nanami saw the group of boys way before you did. He still did not think you'd react with a flinch that made you step back instinctively and crash into him. His hand moved to your shoulder and he steadied you. "Careful."

"Sorry," you moved back, away from his body. "They are in one of my classes… not up for a conversation right now."

"Why?"

"You know… boys," you said with disgust.

He let out a chuckle. Yeah, you needed a man, didn't you?

"(Y/N)?"

"Wonderful," you breathed quietly. "Hi."

"Haven't seen you on campus in a while?"

"I'm doing my internship right now actually," you pointed at Nanami.

"But you're coming to our party this Friday, right?"

You swallowed it down best you could but there was still annoyance in your tone, "probably; when everyone else goes, I'll come."

"Cool! See you then." They got on the train that arrived right then.

You turned to Nanami with shocked eyes, "that was the most civil conversation I had with them. Can I bring you to class next time? I think your calm thing might influence them?"

He shook his head and chuckled, "not a chance. College days are not something I want to relive."

"What college did you attend?"

He hated that question. "A private one."

"Oh," you smiled. "Like a rich kid?"

He chuckled at that.

The train finally arrived and you sat down next to each other. You looked so adorable in his jacket, Nanami was struggling to not stare at you.

"Do you like your job?" You asked with care, your voice sounding more timid.

"It pays good money."

"That's not what I asked," you peered at him and he met your gaze.

"Indeed," he realized. He was the one who never not be direct so why was he shying away from saying he hated it, loathed it with every fiber of his body. Kento wasn't a flirt but the opportunity was too good to not take. "Well, it is almost bearable now that you are there." He watched how your cheeks flushed with something other than the cold.

"That was praise," you grinned.

"The most you will get from me," he said. Unless you'd be a really good girl for him, then he might just have to give you more. Nanami knew that once he was home his mind would be consumed by that thought. How your cute eyes would be wide with shock and lust as he drives his cock into your hole, how your cute little body would submit to him fully, utterly, not like there was another option with the difference in size and how he'd just fuck you dumb, make a little stupid airhead out of you.

"You okay?" You reached for him and your soft touch on his knee sent jolts of energy through his body. "You're getting kinda pale."

Yeah, surely. His blood was rushing to another place with the thoughts he was having. "Yeah," he cleared his throat. "All good."

And then, just one thing after another happened, like the universe wanted his balls to burst. The weather got so bad, winds and thunders that you barely made it to your small apartment, absolutely drenched.

"Nanami, please just stay the night. Be reasonable," you said. "You won't make it home in this. We caught the last train that was actually getting through."

He knew you were right but his patience, his manners were hanging on by a thread. The way water dropped from your hair onto your collarbones had him nearly shaking. You were a dream, a fever dream.

"You are right. I apologize for the inconvenience," Nanami sighed.

"You're no bother," you smiled and unlocked the door. You got into your apartment and you got him a towel. 

"I quickly take a shower; do you want to shower as well?" You asked. 

Nanami knew it wasn't what you meant, but he still swallowed way too noticeably as his mind conjured lewd images.

"I mean– after I'm done… unless," your smile turned mischievously for a split second and you laughed. You did not wait for his answer, as it was just a joke and disappeared into the bathroom.

Nanami knew you were joking. He knew you well enough by now to know you wouldn't pass up a little comment like that. But what if? Maybe it wasn't a joke. Maybe he did not read into it? The subtle teasing and how he thought often enough that your naivety was all but a mask? But he wasn't thinking straight. He knew that for sure. Kento was digging his fingers into his palms, leaning back on the couch. If he'd move he'd cave. God, you were a burn. His gaze slowly shifted to the bathroom door and his breath got stuck. The door was wide open.

You weren't dumb. An invitation.

Nanami thought he was being subtle, but sometimes you caught him and all his dirty thoughts were visible in the way his face twisted. His stupid beautiful face. You just weren't immune to him. His tall and broad frame, rock hard muscles; he could hold you down and render you helpless so perfectly. The aura of authority he exuded made you feel high, made you feel like dropping to your knees. You knew it could get the both of you in so much trouble. You knew he had power over you in ways that were toxic at best and morally wrong most days but that turned you on so much. It made you pool your panties how every man in that office wanted to fuck you, and none of them were trying to hide it, except Nanami who was desperately trying to. He actually saw you as someone other than a cute college girl, you'd say he even respected you somewhat and still he couldn't stop himself and his desires to fuck the little intern girl. Your cunt twitched whenever you caught that gleam in his warm gaze when he looked over to your desk. 

You wanted him so bad yet your heart still ran miles when you felt him slip into the shower, one of his big hands sliding on your hip while he other wrapped around your throat.

"You got the hint," you whispered, mind turning to pudding immediately.

He chuckled sharply, "so you truly are a slut, hmm."

He pressed you to himself, your back to his chest as your ass squeezed his hard cock. You hummed, head spinning. Finally.

Nanami placed soft kisses along the arch of your neck. "All those little things. Bending over, batting your lashes at me and getting just a bit too close. I thought you were just too innocent to know what you were doing to me," he groped at your ass. He finally had you and his mind was already so intoxicated he feared there was absolutely no stopping now. The way your body responded to his touch, you were his and ready for the taking. "You little tease." He slapped your ass and you yelped. "You need a man to fuck you, hm?"

"Nanami," you breathed softly, nodding. "Please."

His hand traveled from your neck to your face and he pressed his middle and ring finger to your lips. You parted them and sucked the long fingers in, swirling your tongue around his digits with a hum.

"Don't forget your manners now," he chuckled, pulling his fingers back and you released them with a pop.

You arched your back, your ass grinding from side to side with his impressive cock pressed into your flesh. He let out a shaky breath and hum, hands on your hips holding them steady. "I want you so bad, Nanami-san," you cooed. "Please, fuck me. Please."

He slapped your ass again and you yelped then he spun you around, hand on your throat. Your lust filled eyes met and you looked at each other with raw hunger. "You sure that little college pussy can handle me?"

You reach for his length and pumped it slowly in your fist. You nodded enthusiastically, licking your lips in anticipation but it only earned a slap across the face from him. You moaned.

"I don't like having to wait for answers, little whore."

Your voice was quiet and shaky, the hand on your throat and his burning gaze did not make it easy to form words. You were so turned on by his roughness which you knew was all but frustration building up over months. "Use my pussy however you want, Nanami-san."

"Careful what you wish for, darling," he grinned before finally pressing a hard kiss to your lips. Your lips moved with so much passion and feral lust. His hands roamed all over you, pinching your nipples and kneading your tits. Your own hands explored his body, his muscles and the faint scars littered across his body.

You moaned when you felt his hand on your core, dipping into the horny wetness. He rubbed your clit roughly.

You whimpered, "please… please." Your mind was already blanking.

"Shh, don't worry, honey," he grabbed you and pulled you out of the shower. There was no time to get to your bed so he pushed you on the floor face first with your ass up high and when you felt his hot tip on your slick clit you saw stars.

"I can't wait a moment longer, sweetheart. Good that you're already soaking, hmm?"

He pushed into you with care, stretching you out with his girth slowly and steady. Your moans were sweet like candy as he invaded your body, pushing deeper and deeper but taking his time. There was no time for foreplay, Nanami felt like his balls were going to burst. He needed to have you right now.

"Shit," he grunted. "Look how well you take me."

You were a moaning mess, incoherent rambles dragging over your lips as the feeling took over you completely. It was painful but just so hot. Maybe it was simply the circumstances, he was your superior, or his cock really was just made for you.

"Thank you, thank you," you gasped, digging your nails into the small bristles of the carpet. It was pure bliss, his cock stretched your walls and sat so deeply and snug. You knew the pain would not go away, he could only fuck it better. "Move," you whispered shakily, feeling so damn full it was hard to breathe. "Please, sir."

"As you wish, darling," he hummed and curled his hips back only to thrust back into you, forcing his thick length all the way in. "So tight," he said over your cry.

You whined like a poor puppy, desperately clawing for something to hold onto as you were face to face with gleeful oblivion. Your knees were burning as he rocked your entire body back and forth. Again and again. His balls clashed against your clit in a rhythmic bounce as the sound of skin colliding hard filled the air alongside your pathetic sounds.

You tried to get words out, tell him you were close, tell him how good this felt but you could only moan pathetically.

And your orgasm, it was there all of a sudden and completely overwhelming you. You were trapped in the kind of ecstasy that made your mind blank entirely, made you lose all control of your body. 

"You squirted," he chuckled. You felt it now as you got your breath back, the wetness that ran down your thighs. Oh god. "Think you can do it again? Hmm?" Nanami reached around you and started to rub your clit.

You squealed, screamed and your body shook again, another orgasm tearing through you with clear liquid spilling past his thick shaft. "Nanami!" You panted. "Nanami!! Fuck, fuck, t-too much. T-to m-much--please."

"Your pussy is so swollen it only got tighter," he grunted but he ignored you and his pounding never ceased and only became sloppier. "Again," he growled, ordered. And you had no choice but to obey. This time he pulled out of you cumming on your cunt while you squirted yet again, fountains leaking from your hole. Your entire body was jerking from the orgasm he fucked out of you.

Nanami picked you up and carried you to your bed. You thought you could catch your breath for a moment but cried out when he slid back into you with absolutely no resistance from your weeping hole. You met his eyes, seeing nothing but dark lust. He held your hips and you clawed at his fingers.

"Nanami, t-too much. P-please, C-can't m-more," you mewled, body winding. He began to plow into you, deep and slow. "Fuck!" You whimpered and tears shot into your eyes.

"One more," he panted. "I know you can give me one more, sweetheart." He kissed your face, kissed your tears away. "You are a big girl, aren't you? So don't cry."

You nodded, leaving scratches down his back before settling in his hair. He grunted into the kiss you shared when you tugged harshly. Both of you panted heavily.

You let out a little whine, the only signal you could give him that you were almost tipping over again. 

"I know, I know," he sighed and lifted himself to look at you. Your eyes were crossed, tongue lolled out of your mouth. "So beautiful."

You smiled for a second before your moans and whimpers got louder. Your whole body convulsed and Nanami almost lost it at how your pussy clenched around him. He pulled out just in time, his hot seed splashed onto your stomach.

You both caught your breath for a second then he kissed you sloppily, picking you up and getting you cleaned. 

He wasn't that bad. Maybe not as honorable as he thought but he was still half decent. He tugged you in, showering you with the sweetest praise he could muster up. He said if you'd be a really good girl he would.

》》》》

"We'll be late for work," Nanami grinned, eyes fixed on your face that was twisted with pleasure. You looked so damn beautiful like this, bouncing on his cock, his hands being the only thing holding you upright as your palms were glued together

You didn't reply. "I said we'll be late for work. You hurry up. Fuck yourself on my cock, make yourself cum."

You only babbled incoherently, your bouncing became harder, your head rolled back. You were about to fall apart.

"Your pleasure comes first, doesn't it? Don't you deserve to come? Look at me."

You mewled, a loud moan dragged over your parted lips as you force your eyes open to meet his gaze. Your body jerked. You were so close. "You're so beautiful," you breathed, your fingers lacing together. "Y-your hands are so big," you smiled as you looked at your hand in his.

Nanami laughed condescendingly and you whimpered. That tone drove you crazy. You wanted him to tell you how useless and dumb you were in that tone. "Nanami–"

"So dumb on my cock, aren't you?" He grunted. "Who's my stupid slut–"

"I am!" You gasped with elation. "I am!"

"That's right," he could feel you clench around him and your eagerness made his cock throb. "I think I'm gonna cum inside of you–" your nails now dug into his palms and your back curved. "Maybe you're less stupid with my seeds in your tummy. What do you think?"

"P-pl-please! Am so dumb… so so– dumb whore. Need cum," you strangled for air as the fire in your stomach became unbearable.

"Yes," Nanami moaned and his legs jerked slightly. You milked him, his hot cum spilling deep inside of you, making you feel so full. Your body shook violently as your orgasm rippled through you. He made you feel so good. You collapsed on his sweaty chest, heaving and whimpering. "Nanami-san," you whispered. "Thank you."

He wrapped his arms around you, "such a good girl." He could feel your smile but he wasn't done just yet. Nanami flicked you on your back and pushed your legs up until your ass was in the air. "We don't want to waste a drop," he slipped underwear onto your legs, and dressed you in them. The absolute shock in your eyes; Nanami wanted to fuck you for another round but then you'd never show up to work.

"Get dressed now, darling."

》》》》

"Be good," he growled and pushed the left leg up on the counter. "I won't repeat it."

"But what if someone–" who were you kidding, you were already throbbing for his cock.

"You're going to that party, aren't you?" He rubbed his cock up and down between your pussy lips. He knew immediately when you showed up. Your outfit was still professional but could easily be transformed to something appropriate for a party.

"Y-yes," you met his eyes in the mirror. "Nanami–"

"Then I gotta make sure those boys stay away from you, hm?"

You smiled. "Does your cum in me repel boys?"

He grinned back, pushing into you painfully slowly. Your head falls forward, hair spilling all around. 

"Naturally," he hissed. "Baby, you gotta keep quiet, yeah? Can you do that for me?"

You nodded.  "I know. Will do. Will be good."

"We gotta make this quick, darling." His hips snapped, settling into a relentless pace. You covered your mouth, biting your own fingers as you tried your hardest to stay quiet. 

Nanami could lose himself in your sweet pussy but as he said, this needed to be quick. He reached around and started to circle your puffy clit. Your eyes met in the mirror again as he watched yours roll back. You both came at the same time.

Nanami pulled out slowly, making sure that not a single drop made it out of your sore cunt. Then helped you get dressed again. You fixed his tie up in return.

His index fingers moved to your chin tilting it up, "if you need to get out of there then call me. I'll pick you up. And be safe… don't drink too much."

Your stomach twisted and you nodded.

spooky boys for spooky season

boo, they're gonna suck your blood!

can we PLEASE get some COMMOTION for layla's comic debut this week?!?!?! I have heard NOTHING!!!

she's GORGEOUS and I'm so excited to read this!!!

[moon knight: city of the dead (2023) #1]

Clingy (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

At the beginning of your relationship, Miguel was distant from you as you expected him to be. He didn't want to get close to you because he didn't want to feel the need to depend on you. He lost so much and he was afraid if he got close to you he'd lose you too. But as time went on he grew more attached to you. You were so kind and beautiful he just couldn't get enough of you.

But as he got more attached his fear of losing you grew and it got more clingy towards you, afraid if he let you go you'd somehow die on him. He didn't want to smother you of course and he kept his distance when he realized he was doing too much but you honestly didn't mind his clinginess. It always reminded you of how far you came with him and you felt loved.

Nights were the worst for Miguel though, he always clung to you when you both went to bed and if he woke up and you weren't in his arms he'd always check the bed and every time you were there. He'd reach his hand out to touch the fabric and your body was always there to meet with his hand. Then he'd pull you closer to him and he'd fall back asleep. He was afraid in the night someone would take you away from him, it was one of his worst fears.

Because of his anxieties, you tried not to get out of bed at night. If you needed to use the bathroom you'd try to be quiet to not wake him and freak him out. And you always succeeded. But tonight was different. You woke up and felt your throat was abnormally dry. You couldn't fall back asleep with your throat like this, it just wasn't possible. So you quietly got out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

As you were in the kitchen Miguel woke up. He felt you weren't in his arms anymore and he reached out to touch you… But you weren't there. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and continued to search for you, but still nothing. Then his eyes shot open and he noticed the empty spot next to him and the panic set in. He sat up and called for you, "Y/N?!" He yelled. His anxieties were telling him the worst, he was afraid someone kidnapped you or even killed you.

He hopped out of bed and pushed through the bedroom door, "Y/N?!?" He yelled again. You jumped as the impact of the door hitting the wall scared you. His body psychically untensed when he saw you in the kitchen with a glass of water in your hand. "Miguel? Honey, what's wrong?" You ask as you set the glass on the counter with a concerned look on your face. His body was visibly shaking and his breathing was hard. You walked over to Miguel and gently brushed your hand against his cheek. "I'm okay… I was just getting some water… I'm still here with you, don't worry." You say while resting your hand against his chest. You felt his heart beating fast and you frowned. "Go back to bed Miguel… I'll be there in a moment, okay?" You say with a reassuring smile. Miguel nodded and slowly walked back into the room.

You walked back to your glass and drank down the liquid. When you finished you placed the glass into the sink and walked back into the room. When you walked in Miguel was sitting up in bed and looking down at the bed in sadness. Your heart broke at the sight of him looking so defeated. You walked over to Miguel and ran your fingers through his hair.

He leaned into your touch and sighed. You crawled into his lap and straddled his hips. You pulled him into a hug and he wraps his arms tightly around your body. He rested his face into the crook of your neck and you rubbed your fingernails gently along his scalp and his back.

"I'm sorry…" Miguel mumbled. "You have nothing to be sorry for… It's okay to be afraid." You say while placing a kiss on his head. "Yeah but… I feel like I'm smothering you…" Miguel murmurs. "Miguel. Look at me." You say while pulling away and cupping his cheeks. He looked into your eyes and you noticed the tears in them, you frown even more. "You're not smothering me. I love being close to you and I understand why you're afraid. Nothing that you have done has ever bothered me." You say with a reassuring smile. Your words seemed to relax Miguel. He nodded and he blinked away the tears in his eyes. "Okay… Now, let's go back to sleep hm?" You say before placing a kiss on his nose.

As you were about to crawl to your side of the bed Miguel stopped you. One of the hands that were on your waist traveled up and cupped one of your cheeks. He then leaned in and kissed your lips and you returned the kiss with a smile. The kiss was gentle and full of love… Just full of love, nothing else. He pulled away and smiled at you. You smiled back before crawling to your side of the bed. You went under the covers and laid down, Miguel doing the same. He pulled you close to his body and held you tight and you returned the favor by wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. He sighed in relaxation and he felt comfortable and content with you.

"Te amo más que a nada mi amor…" Miguel whispered in your ear as you drifted off into sleep.

One Day

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x fem!Reader

Word Count: 581

Summary: Fundraising and helping others is nice but Santiago can’t ever help himself around you. 

Warning tags: implied smut, indication of a breeding kink, fluff. 

A/n: I mean who doesn’t love Pope? ~ 🪐

It was a sunny day in Florida, which was perfect for the donation fundraiser that you were collaborating on with Santiago. You both came up with the idea that once a month you should give to the homeless population a starter pack of important items, specifically for women who were on their cycle. You would give them free ticket stubs for the train, band-aids, a scheduled appointment to get their regular check up by a doctor and other items. 

Along with a lovely durable backpack, it was filled with  band-aids, a tooth brush, toothpaste , condoms, tampons or pads and shampoos. As you were handing out the bottled water, you saw a group of children playing in the community park. One of them cried out to their mother that they wanted ice cream. But their mother was too busy speaking to her friend. Your heart felt a slight tug, but you were busy in the tent. You continued to pass out the essential items. 

Until you saw a man walking by with balloons, and cotton candy. That’s when the two little girls went completely screaming off their heads. You had to get these children something. You excused yourself from the tent. “Where are you going babe?” Santiago called out as you began walking away. You turned around quickly as you responded “I’ll be back in a moment!” 

Santiago watched you as you skipped out of the tent and politely walked through the coward. He had no idea what you were doing until he noticed the man with the trinkets and other items for children. Santiago smiled brightly because he knew that children were your weakness. 

Santiago couldn’t help himself to brightly beam as he watched you bought each child an ice cream, and a balloon. The mothers thanked you and asked you about the fundraiser. Santiago crossed his arms as he allowed himself to drown in your stance. The curve of your hips, ass and boobs were just turning him on. You weren’t doing it on purpose but just watching you was enough. You quickly excused yourself and rushed back to the tent. 

No one noticed you were  gone until you  heard someone whisper in your ear “You can never say no to a child, can you?” You cheekily smiled “ Santi, those children deserve to be happy. And if it’s ice cream that they want then it’s ice cream that they’ll get”.  You said protecting your ideology. 

Santiago  laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist. He brought you close to him and placed a kiss on your temple as he said “You are going to be a great mother to my children one day”. 

Your eyes widened but threw in a joke to mask your  heart jumping “Are you gonna make me one?” It was silent for a moment. You turned around and saw  Santiago smirking. You knew that smudged look  but you had no idea what he was about to say. 

“Maybe tonight Daddy will make you into one sweetheart”. He whispered once more into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

Santiago walked away to help to hand out another starter pack.  You shook  your head. You could never tell if he was just hooking or being serious. 

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lets just say that they would *not* get along

Falling asleep on their shoulders.

A bunch of headcanons about how would they feel. :) (Moon system x reader.) Steven.

In a million years, he would never have accepted a work outing when he could be in his comfortable apartment with Gus, reading a new book.

Until he found out that you would be going.

He never imagined that an amusement park could be so much fun. He had never been to one before.

Or maybe he had, but he doesn’t remember.

You separated from the group as soon as you arrived. Steven thought he would like to be as carefree as you when you took his hand and walked without a trace of nervousness or fear.

You talked all day, about anything and everything.

“You’re very interesting, Steven.” It was probably the sweetest thing he had ever heard. His blush made you feel satisfied.

For the rest of the day, you made sure he knew you were interested in him.

You also mentally noted how his lips brushed against your fingers when you offered him some of your cotton candy.

You held hands again when you rode the tallest roller coaster in the park.

Oh, and you kept the photograph.

“Shall we go see the Aqualoop?” “See it or…?” “Get splashed, I mean.” He couldn’t say no. Both of you were like a pair of children enjoying the day.

Adult life hadn’t given you the chance to enjoy yourselves like this in a long time.

Both of you closed your eyes tightly as the water splashed over you, drenching you from head to toe. You both laughed until your stomach hurt, and Steven brushed a wet strand of hair from your face.

Having him so close made your heart skip a beat.

You spent the rest of the day dripping wet, enjoying the sun on your skin and the warm air drying your hair.

You shared food as the evening approached, and you discovered that vegan food was much better than you had imagined, while Steven ate half of your french fries.

As the park was about to close, you met up with the others at the exit.

Both of you insisted on declining the ride J.B. offered, as your clothes were still wet.

After 20 long minutes of arguing, you accepted on behalf of yourself and Steven.

Or Scotty, as J.B. had called him, making you struggle to hold back your laughter.

The space in the back seat was limited, and your body was squeezed between Steven and the car door, but you couldn’t say you were uncomfortable.

His body emitted a delightful warmth.

A yawn escaped you.

“Are you tired?” Steven’s whisper near you broke the complete silence in the car.

You silently nodded, rubbing one of your eyes with your hand.

If only he had the courage to tell you how adorable he thought you were.

Minutes of silence passed, your breathing became slower and heavier, and your head gradually leaned to the side as you began to fall asleep.

And it happened. Your cheek ended up against Steven’s shoulder.

He almost vomited from excitement, not exaggerating. Needless to say, he was the type of person who simply assumed he would die of natural causes before moving or telling you that his shoulder had become tired.

After a few minutes, you shifted, slipping an arm underneath his and intertwining your fingers together, returning to your place on his shoulder after.

He allowed himself to finally smile.

And the hours it took him to gather the courage finally culminated in the best part of the night. He leaned in enough to kiss your forehead.

You smiled too, without opening your eyes.

Marc.

One day, you had to explode, and he knew it.

His plans were always thwarted because Khonshu interfered with his sudden missions that not only meant pausing whatever you were doing, but also meant that Marc would disappear completely from the radar for God knows how many days.

It was strange when he returned, too. It took him days to return to normal, if you were lucky enough he would tell you what had happened, only partially.

“It’s always the same!” You finally screamed at your breaking point. Tears overflowed from your eyes as you quickly packed your clothes into your suitcase. You didn’t care if the clothes became even more wrinkled.

“You knew it would be like this, I told you.” Marc had the migraine of the century.

You shouted at each other for a while, and the maid looked at you as if you were crazy.

To be fair, you sounded like it.

The argument came to a close when Marc went too far with his words. You didn’t argue often, but when you did, it always ended like this.

You cried the whole way to the bus station. And you almost started another argument when you pushed your boyfriend’s hand away to prevent him from grabbing your suitcase.

If only he had the strength to set aside his pride for once, he would have apologized the moment the tip of your nose turned red.

You wished you could switch places with a stranger to avoid hours of travel with him.

But it didn’t happen.

You felt like the thousand times you cried yourself to exhaustion as a child. You even let out a yawn within the first 15 minutes of the trip.

It didn’t take long for you to succumb to physical and emotional exhaustion, thinking that sleeping would make time pass faster and you would be away from him sooner.

He was so focused on avoiding your gaze by looking out the window that he didn’t even notice when you fell asleep.

Until your head landed on his shoulder with a sudden turn in the road.

Marc’s body tensed. He was too stubborn to give in instantly, but at the same time, he was too in love to push you away.

He looked at you, and his chest tightened.

You looked so vulnerable. So tender and small. How could he hurt you if he loved you so much?

Unbeknownst to him, a barely noticeable pout formed on his lower lip.

“I love you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. He was almost consoling himself in the pain of having to carry the regret of his words.

“I love you with all my heart,” he repeated.

It was futile, you were deeply asleep.

He made his decision and closed his eyes, leaning his head against yours to find comfort.

He would sleep by your side, feeling the warmth of your body, and when you woke up, he would apologize to you as many times as necessary.

Even if it meant having to make it up to you with other vacations.

Jake.

You never exchanged words unless it was necessary.

You knew his name, he knew yours, and that you were good at fighting together. Unfortunately, you didn’t have a “magical” suit to help with that.

You stared out the window, suppressing the urge to moan in pain every time the taxi jolted on the road. You had survived worse things than a twisted ankle and a possible broken rib.

Jake didn’t look at you, only when he heard you hiss or take a deep breath because of the discomfort you were in.

“We’re close to the hotel,” he reassured you, even though it was a lie. You were in the middle of nowhere, trusting that the driver had the correct directions.

You nodded silently, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against the cold window.

Five more minutes passed, and there were no signs of life on the road, but the pain became more bearable as exhaustion started clouding your perception.

Every time you were about to fall asleep, a tap of your forehead against the window would wake you up.

And you didn’t even notice his gaze on you.

After the seventh hit, Jake lost his patience.

“Eso no va a funcionar, cariño.” You didn’t understand, and you couldn’t be bothered to understand as you kept your eyes closed.

The last thing you felt was his body moving closer to yours.

You yielded, your body finally relaxing as you managed to fall asleep. It was easier for Jake to wrap his arm around your shoulders and gently push you against his, allowing you to rest.

Almost immediately, he regretted it.

Jake didn’t have this kind of closeness with anyone. His interactions with other people always involved punches, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but pain was always present.

Was it normal for his heart to race like this? He would investigate later.

You moved your head slightly to snuggle better against his shoulder as he held his breath, trying not to make the slightest movement that could wake you.

“¿Cuánto va a ser?” he asked in a low tone so that the driver would understand his concern about not disturbing you.

The driver pointed to the meter in silence. Well, he encountered someone even quieter than himself.

Jake lost count of how many times he whispered in your ear, “Shh, cariño.” (although sometimes he changed the endearment to “cielo” or “corazón”) as a way to lull you in his arms whenever you shifted in your seat.

When you arrived, he paid in silence, as usual.

He didn’t wake you up, in fact, he did his best to be as stealthy as possible.

He slid one of his arms under your legs, wrapped the other around you, and lifted you up like a bride.

Jake was careful, but not so much that your reflexes didn’t catch the movement.

You woke up, but never opened your eyes; you simply nestled closer to his chest and enjoyed his care.

Tomorrow you would both face whatever you had to face.

miguel o’hara x afab!gn!reader smut

the people in my walls told me to write this blame them, not me

↳ warnings: 18+ content, DNI IF MINOR i’ll get violent!, porn w/o plot, pussyjob, if miguel big bad boy why so bbg?, reader is mentioned to be smaller than miguel so obv size kink, KINDA sub!miguel but its mostly pussydrunk!miguel, no p in v, not edited as always lmao, this might be rlly bad but oh well blah blah blah you get it

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Had the most random thought, but what if you caught Miguel by surprise and sneaked a kiss on the back of his neck when he's stressed out?

An: Don't mind me, just feeling soft for Miguel because he's corrupting my brain at the moment, lol. Also, wanted to write this to distract me from the fact Pleasurable Practice got smacked with a community label ffs. But, tysm for the love on that fic <33, and [MAYBE] I'll work on pt ii for next week! Thanks again, you lovelies, and enjoy!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - stressed Miguel bc when is he not - you give him a kiss on the neck - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love) - just you and Miguel being adorbs and him being whipped hehe~

Wc: 902

"Aaaaaarrgh!!!"

You snap away from what you were doing to find where the noise came from. Not to your surprise, it's from your boyfriend — Miguel O'Hara, who's expressing his dismay by throwing another tray full of empty containers you got from the cafeteria.

The man is descending from his [godforsaken slow-ass] station, tapping his feet and huffing by the second. His brows are furrowed in anger, and he moves a hand to soothe his forehead with his fingers. When his post finally stops, he jumps down to sit on a chair and groans into his hands.

That was the third time this week. A villain was supposed to be captured and brought into the Spider Society to be sent back to their own universe; however, that was two days ago. And for some reason, this evil-doer has been hopping in and out of multiple universes. It's been a hassle for the other Spiders to grab hold of them; Lyla has to have eyes on them within every minute of every hour, and Miguel...Obviously, he would like to have this matter taken care of already.

You get up from where you're sitting and walk up behind Miguel, whose face is still covered by his hands with inaudible curses that you can tell are in Spanish. "You okay?"

The rise and fall of his broad shoulders entail a huge sigh seething out of his system. "No, mi amor." He frees his face only to rest his forehead with a hand propped by his leg. "This game of cat-and-mouse has been going on longer than necessary, got Spiders who're tired of the chase — I'm tired, yet there's more stuff piling up and—" He stops himself with another deep sigh, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "I just can't right now...."

All you can do is hum aimlessly while massaging his shoulders, his trapezius and deltoids tense with stress. You understand that a lot is going on for Miguel, giving him his space and letting him do what he does best: being a hero. But of course, being a superhero isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and you're bound to get hit with obstacles that'll hinder your progress. Annoyingly so, if you're a leader of an organization like your boyfriend.

Nevertheless, he's only one man, and you know he forgets this fact when he's too wrapped up in work. He's dedicated to protecting his peers, his home, and you. And although you appreciate the sentiment sincerely, you wish he'd remember to not go too hard on himself before he's burnt out.

You sigh through your nostrils, your hands kneading out any remnants of tension while Miguel indulges before storming back to work. That's when an idea hits you when your eyes land on the back ends of his hair, a smile creeping in slowly. Your hand brushes the lower tufts of his brown strands, and you lean down to press your soft lips on him after pulling his suit to expose his neck.

Immediately, Miguel goes rigid at the feeling of your lips on him. And his breath hitches when your hands wrap around him, pulling him closer to you as you lay your chin on top of his head (which you realize is a rare opportunity as he's taller than you).

"Mi lindo araña," You chuckle to yourself when you notice hints of red sneaking on the lobes of his ears. "The more you stress yourself, the more you look like a grouchy face."

"A grouchy face?" His tone holds slight confusion. "You've been hanging with Peter B. too much, amorcito." He shakes his head while you giggle, and you two sink into each other's presence for a little while, taking in the silence outside of the calming breaths Miguel takes. If he were to confess, it's as if almost all his fatigue has vanished into thin air when he's in your embrace. But he doesn't say anything — he doesn't have to. Because you already know.

You set your lips on his temple. "Feeling okay now?" His body vibrates from a tiny purr, and you remove yourself to stand up straight. "Alright then, I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to get something to share. Because you clearly need a snack. And while I'm gone, pick up that tray and those empty containers off the floor before Lyla has another reason to call you a 'grumpy man-child.'"

His face molds to a deep scowl from the mention of his pixelated peer's name-calling. "I am not a man-child."

You give him a look. "You kinda are."

"And what gives you that—"

"Muñeco," Miguel quickly refrains from arguing when you call him by his nickname, the name only you can use. "If you're not a man-child, why haven't you stood up and done what I asked yet?"

The man opens his mouth, yet no words dare leave. Reddish-brown eyes are honed in on your figure as you survey his reaction, and he exhales in defeat when he stands up from his chair. Your smile flourishes. "I'll be back," is what you say as you turn to exit his domain and head to the cafeteria.

Miguel watches you leave until you're out of his line of sight, unable to fight the twinge of his lips while he moves to pick up his mess like you instructed him to.

"Sólo tú puedes darme órdenes, mi alma."