synopsis: you have a valentine’s date tomorrow and you’re somewhat excited for it. but there’s just one thing you’re unsure about…thankfully your trusted roommate can help. right?
tags: roommate au! (Here we go again), smut, 18+, oral (m.receiving), blowjob, praise, mutual pining, these mfs are in DENIAL smh
PART ONE.
“You have a valentine’s date?”
“God, O’Hara don’t even try to hide the surprise in your voice, why don’t you.”
You cross your arms, frowning at your roommate who was currently sitting next to you on the couch. The two of you were watching a remake of a new movie that had come out recently. An hour or so had passed, the both of you stuck within a comfortable silence before your words had distracted him.
Slight mentions of alcohol, cursing, mentions of cheating.
“Can I come in?”
He opened the door wider, a silent invitation to come in. Muttering a soft “thank you” as you ventured deeper into his living room, bringing up the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away a few lingering tears with a sniffle as you heard tone light click on the door closing, before Miguel clears his throat.
1940’s hubby miguel who decides to make dinner that night. he tells you to go have a bath, pour in those bath salts he’s spent so much money on, and relax. he’s got this sorted.
he makes your favourite and even decorates the table all nice and pretty for you. there’s a candle in the middle with the fancy white doilies you got as a wedding gift from some cousin however many times removed on his side. he even uses the china that is specially reserved for when either of your parents come over.
1940’s hubby miguel who plants a soft kiss to your neck as he pulls the chair out for you. “can’t let you get your freshly manicured hands dirty now, can we, doll?” he teases playfully.
you push him off, grinning, because you know full well he cleaned the house before you got home.
1940’s hubby miguel who spends the whole of dinner showering you with compliments and praise. at first you’re suspicious but his soft, dimpled smile calms your nerves.
you’re having an amazing time, just him and you with no negative emotions to get in the way of what will surely be be a great evening.
1940’s hubby miguel who eventually realises tonight can’t be all flirting and smiles because he has to be honest with you.
miguel clears his throat, drawing your attention away from your food and back up to him with your wide, admiring eyes. “we need to talk, doll.”
bile rises in your throat and your head feels heavy. he sounds so serious, anxious even, you’ve never seen him this way before. what is it he has to tell you? is he, fuck, is he cheating? is that why he’s been so nice, to let you down slowly?
“it sounds ridiculous, unbelievable, and i won’t be surprised if you slap me and tell me to grow up,” he starts, a slight edge to his voice, “but i’m spiderman.”
1940’s hubby miguel who can’t hide the hurt in his eyes when you burst out laughing. it’s nice, to see you smiling and giggling right after staring at him with such wide, intense eyes. but it still stings that you find this funny.
“dios mio, what’s so funny, amor?” he questions, trying to soften his tone.
it takes you a moment to catch your breath, tears threatening to spill as you clutch your chest. “what am i meant to say to that?” you just about manage, “is this some new roleplay you want to try out?”
he hadn’t thought of that, actually.
“no, no, doll, i’m being deadly serious right now,” he allows an air of urgency to enter his voice, hoping it conveys the amount of vulnerability he’s showing.
“no way,” you declare, arms folded across your chest, “i’ve met him and he’s a slimy pompous ass, who thinks just because he’s saved a few thousand lives he can just pick up some random married woman.”
he smiles sheepishly at you, pearly whites and ever sharp canines poking over his lips. “ouch.”
you shake your head, still refusing to believe him. “if this is true, how haven’t i figured it out yet?”
“i’m a little hurt that you haven’t. you spent so long oggling over him on the news that i was sure you already knew.”
1940’s hubby who, after much back and forth, slowly convinces you.
“show me your webs.”
“muñeca, i can’t.”
“i know you can, migs.”
he pauses for a moment, glaring down at you with your determined frown, his expression mirroring yours. “how?” he finally sighs, a smile creeping up on him.
I don’t understand how anyone could think that Darling needs some sense slapped into her???? Have you never felt anxiety? Self doubt? Like you don’t belong? Have you never been told that your art skills are amazing so you try out for an art show, and you find yourself surrounded by the most talented people you’ve ever met, they all live and breath masterpieces and you can’t believe you felt you belonged there for a single second. So you leave, and yet, picking up a paint up brush is second nature, your hand misses the feeling of the canvas, every where you go you inhale the scent of ultramarine blue and ivory black. It’s impossible to just stop, to just let it all melt away, once you add a line to a paper can you truly erase it? Sure the charcoal is gone but what about the imprint of it? Please, leave my sweet Darling alone.
I think it’s so easy for some to be frustrated with Darling and that’s fine, that’s their experience with the fic and I wouldn’t tell them they’re wrong, but…
I would reiterate that Darling is just a girl who’s in love and wants to be loved. She wants to feel safe and stable and secure. She’s never known what it’s like to be in a relationship where’s she’s accepted for all that she is until the guys. She easily feels like an outsider in her own home, and yet still desires to have a place there. She doubts herself every second of every day. She’s not perfect. She’s Darling. And the guys love her for it, even if she feels like she’s on the outside looking in.
I like to put myself in Darling’s shoes, and I see her staring at Edvard Munch’s “The Kiss,” (ghoap) and thinking how in any world could she paint herself into a painting of two people that are so completely inseparable? Two people who you can’t even tell where one ends and the other begins. She sees something that is so impenetrable, she would only ruin the beauty of the painting, but the boys, her lovers, oh they want to start a whole new canvas; one that has her at the root and heart of it all. She just needs to let herself be loved, if only it were that easy.
Tags: Gender neutral, tooth rotting fluff, that’s it.
❤️Schatzi (Honey)
“Where did you learn that?” He blinks his eyes in pure joy and surprise. He loves the way you’re speaking German with him. “You’re my beloved too, my Häschen, my Spätzchen.” He happily teases you back with a grin. He’ll call you by something lovely and purposefully cute, because you are the one that he needs to protect with all cost.
🧸Teddy bear
He laughs with delight. He then drowns you in the embrace of his arms and made sure to avoid squeezing you too tightly, since he is aware of his size and strength. “Of course, I’ll be it.” He playfully spins himself with you a few round, looking at you with those pretty blue eyes full of affection. You can tell he has a big smile under the sniper hood.
💅Baby girl / War princess
König flinches at the name, and he looks you up and down a few times, wondering if he heard it wrong. You repeat it again. He unbelievably coughs out a laugh. “Ernsthaft?” (Seriously?) He’s not very amused, but he’s far from upset. He frowns a little under his sniper hood, and drops his head on your shoulder, giving you a few nuzzles. “Bitte (Please), call me Schatzi or something, I prefer those.”
If you keep calling him Baby girl, expect some defensive head shakes and arm nudges. Nobody has ever called him by those, and it’s… a bit weird for him. But he’d probably accept his fate and comes to you with a grumpy eye roll. “Yes yes. I’m here.”
🎶A name in your native language or something he is not familiar with
“What’s that? Tell me.” He let out a chuckle, grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze. He couldn’t understand the meaning behind it, but he’s sure it’s something either cute or cheesy, since he knows you like to tease him. If you don’t tell him, he’ll ask his teammates and find his answer. He is also willing to learn a few pet-names in your own language. Please expect and tolerate some cute mispronunciation from him.
💍Meine Frau (my wife)
König immediately chokes on air, stares at you with wide opened eyes from your baffling words. He then puts one hand on his eyes, sighing out a weak and desperate Nein (No) under his sniper hood. “My love, it’s not right, I should be dein Ehemann (your husband), not your wife.” He corrects you with an embarrassed tone, as his cheeks and ears grew hotter under that piece of cloth. He’s grateful that you couldn’t see him blushing as you finally corrected yourself with mein Ehemann.
He will secretly consider when should he make this name come true to its meaning.
omg imagine miguel just aching to have a family with reader so much that he begs for it, but reader is scared of pregnancy because of the list that she saw on tiktok so miguel takes it into his own hands and convinces her anyways in bed ☺️
Warnings: 18+, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, mentions of disturbing pregnancy facts, softdom!miguel, praise kink, doggy, miguel makes his own list, squirting (kinda), miguel's claws, tummy bulge, brief body descriptions (reader is curvy), mentions of marking
Summary: your sudden doubts regarding having a baby with Miguel cause him to resort to fucking some sense into you.
A/N: this was a perfect way for me to cope with my own fears that have been created by the list lol
Word Count: 1.4K
#22 Your teeth can fall out.What the actual fuck?
Your eyes widen yet again and your hand flies to your mouth. Each time you scroll through the file, your heart sinks further into your stomach in utter fear and disgust. You and Miguel have discussed having children for months now, and he’s desperate to knock you up and get the chance to be the father he knows he’s capable of being. The only problem is that all of a sudden, your social media feeds have been full of pregnancy-related content. At first, it was just the occasional ‘baby-fever’ video of someone’s cute infant dressed in a cozy little onesie. But as you began viewing more content, you finally stumbled across it– the list.
Every discovery was more horrific than the last, making you wish you had never agreed to start trying for a baby. The health risks were endless, not to mention all of the disgusting and obnoxious behaviour that the kid would be destined to present once they’ve been born. You feel nauseous, and much to your surprise it’s because of the overwhelming guilt you’re feeling. Miguel yearns to be a dad, and you know he’d make a damn good one. But this is all too much.
Miguel walks out of the bathroom with a towel loosely hanging off his hips as if your second thoughts about the situation had summoned him. His hair is wet and messy, tan skin glistening with the moisture clinging to his bulging muscles after his shower. Your guilt grows into a vast pit in your stomach just looking at the gorgeous man whose heart you would inevitably shatter.
Miguel is quick to notice the look of discomfort and shame on your face, and it makes him frown as he approaches the bed and leans over to cup your face with his big, rough hands. “What’s with the face?” He whispers, his thumb brushing over your slightly parted lips as you try to figure out how to break the news to your loving husband.
“Miguel, sweetheart, you know how we were talking about having kids sometime soon?” You start to say, eyes darting around as you desperately try to avoid the guilt that swells inside of you each time you catch a glimpse of Miguel’s soft, loving gaze. He’s too good to you. “I-I’m not sure I want to anymore, or at least for now.”
Miguel can’t help but pull away from you out of shock. He can tell that the sudden jolting movement has upset you, but he’s too caught up in the sting of your words to register it right now. He shakes his head and raises an eyebrow at you, shoulders shrugging to emphasise his confusion. “What the shock… why? I thought you wanted to have a baby with me, cariño.”
“I do- I mean, I did. But I was on TikTok-” You’re cut off by an aggressive huff from Miguel as he rolls his sharp red eyes obnoxiously and crosses his thick, burly arms over his chest. He can’t help but chuckle as he runs his fingers through his damp, unruly curls frustratedly. “TikTok? You don’t want to be the mother of my children… because of an app?”
“No, just… just listen to me. I saw this list about all of the stuff that could happen and go wrong during pregnancy and parenthood. Did you know a tumour could grow inside of me instead of the placenta? A fucking tumour, Miguel! I love you and I want to start a family, but I also don’t want to risk that.” You explain, getting out of bed so that you can stand in front of Miguel and look him in the eye. He looks at you with pure disbelief on his tan, chiselled face, shocked that his whole plan for your future together has been derailed by some asshole on the internet.
“What about all of the good things that come with pregnancy, mi alma?” Miguel says softly, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving you a gentle shake, almost attempting to bring you to your senses with the tender action, but all you can do is stare up at him defeatedly and whisper, your voice cracking ever so slightly. “Like what? Because I’m starting to think the cons outweigh the pros here, Migs.”
Miguel stares at your pretty lips, his big hands sliding down to rest on your waist and giving the plush flesh a soft, comforting squeeze, before they breech the hem of your baggy shirt and start to knead your supple hips, his calloused fingers occasionally brushing against your lower stomach, where your womb would be. He presses a kiss to your forehead, the familiarity of his plump lips on your skin temporarily easing your anxiety as he trails down to your earlobe, his warm breath causing little goosebumps of pleasure to decorate your body. “Deja que te lo enseñe.”(Let me show you)
“Number 22, I get to pick out all kinds of cute maternity clothes to fuck you in.”
Miguel moans as he feels you clench around his cock yet again, milking him dry as he makes another one of his clever little predictions for your imminent motherhood. You can feel your face sticking to the mattress as saliva and sweat pools beneath your twitching body, your eyes rolling back as your moans and squeals become damp, muffled background noise to the forceful slapping of Miguel’s heavy balls against your cunt and his thighs against the back of your own. Miguel has had you face-down, ass up for what feels like days now, fucking load after load of hot cum into your swelling womb, whispering each and every possible upside to getting pregnant and bearing his children. It’s not like it really matters much anymore because, with the rate at which this man has been dumping his seed into you, you’re practically a mommy already.
With each deliciously deep thrust against your abused cervix, the thoughts of what could go wrong during pregnancy drift further and further away as you become consumed by the sheer pleasure of having Miguel completely ravage your perfectly breedable pussy. His face is pressed flush against the back of your neck, his groans and whimpers delicately hitting your ear, contrasting the brutal way his dick sloppily rams into the sweet, gummy spot inside you that has you mewling, cunt twitching and squirting out the excess cum flooding your womb as you cry out in ecstasy against the creased bedsheets.
“That’s it, mami, taking- mmh! taking me like such a good girl,” Miguel coos breathlessly, thick, veiny arms wrapped tightly around your midsection, his razor-sharp claws penetrating the cushiony flesh of your pudgy lower stomach, the heels of his palms pressing against your abdomen to keep your limp, exhausted body firmly within his embrace. Miguel whimpers as he feels his cock bulging in and out of your tummy each time he slams his hips against the fat of your ass, and the dizzying pressure of his warm hands digging into your belly sends you swan-diving off the edge of pleasure.
“Miguel~!” You scream, gushing around Miguel’s dick and adding more of your slick to the creamy, frothy ring clinging to the base of his shaft, showering him with your renewed eagerness to become a good little mommy. Your upper body sinks further into the wet mattress, causing your back to unintentionally arch against Miguel’s pelvis in a way that has him salivating against your bite-mark-covered shoulder, his drool cooling the sting left behind by his reckless display of lust.
Miguel shoots the last sticky ropes he can muster of his thick, ivory seed into the warmth of your raw, throbbing pussy, his tall, tan, muscular frame collapsing on top of you as his fat cock softens in the tightness of your cunt. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and nibbling at your earlobe as you both pant and whimper at the fulfilling sensation of Miguel filling you to the brim. He releases your ear from his plump lips as he whispers tenderly against your glistening skin. “Do you wanna know what the best reason for you to get pregnant is?”
“Tell me.” You giggle shakily, lifting your weary head up slightly so that you can look into the eyes of your devoted husband.
“I would get to spend the rest of my life loving another little angel that's just as perfect as you, mi vida.”
tysm for 250 followers!! i still need to finish the 100 followers special... :D
dizzy thinking about simon being obsessed with your swollen tummy, round and full with his baby. even if he’d only been gone for a shower, he’ll immediately stride up to you and kiss your forehead while giving your tum a rub, hoping to feel a little kick in response to his touch.
dropping to his knees, he’ll lift up your shirt to expose your skin, leaving a pattern of kisses in his wake. his brown eyes looking up at you through his lashes, your small smile that grows wider with each tickle of his lips.
“hungry, mama?” simon asks, rising back to his feet, pulling your shirt to its original position, the fabric stretching over your bump. you look so beautiful, a bright glow to your face, finally feeling more like yourself later into your pregnancy.
“always,” you nod, stomach immediately growling when you remember your craving from earlier. of course simon is an angel, going anywhere to satisfy your cravings, but you feel bad that he feels so obligated.
“what is it this time?” he can tell you’re hesitant to bring it up, nibbling on your bottom lip as you contemplate saying something else.
but you’re already salivating, eyes watering at the thought of satisfying your intense craving, imagining how good it would taste. “okay, ill tell you… but you can say no.”
his blonde brows furrow, squinting his eyes at you with a face that reads ‘are you serious rn’, as if he would ever tell you no to something he know will make your entire day.
inhaling a deep breath and preparing for rejection, you shoot your offer, “i know it’s far but, can we go to that one pizza place with the unique flavors?”
“my love,” he cups your cheeks with a quiet chuckle, “of course. now go get your jacket so we can go, it’s a bit of a drive.”
it is my borfday. I am now 20 whole years. So I ask: 1fur1 reaction to readers borfday? I have 1fur1 thoughts but they aren't ready yet... They're still cooking
Happy Borfday!!!!! Two decades 🎉🎉
Okay just for you, bean - I’ll make it a full part too, even. This is very fluffy up until the end when it gets just a hint of spice.
We need to see some early little content of baby gabi, like first time parents! Like them figuring out the routine and dealing with diapers, throw up, crying, and some new firsts!
content/warnings: 18+ minors do not interact. abduction, voyeurism, dubcon, not very explicit smut.
notes: this has been on my mind for an eternity actually thank you sweet anon for finally encouraging me to write it out! if you celebrate, merry christmas! and if not consider this just a lil gift for absolutely no reason apart from for being my first Kö request. 💕
Summary - With fresh start in a new town, the only thing you care about is that you have your boys. Keeping them safe and happy is the only thing that matters now. That’s your priority. What you didn’t expect was your new neighbor’s priority being your safety and happiness. And John Price is nothing, if not committed.
Warnings - Warnings will vary a bit, and each part will have specific warnings. But overall TW for domestic abuse, financial abuse, child abuse. Cursing. Violence. Fear. Slow burn. Stalking? Over use of italics. More will be added as needed.
Light On - single mom/neighbor fic
Simon Riley/female reader - 18+ MDNI brief suggestive content, Christmas vibes (these characters do not celebrate Christmas religiously)
🎄 There'll be much mistltoeing / It's the most wonderful time of the year - for @glitterypirateduck's cod holiday challenge
"She's lovely." Laswell comments, standing at his shoulder in the living room.
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