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what if god said yes
what if you got quiet. what if you got so quiet and you curled up in a little ball in your bed with a stuffed animal or a blanket or a pillow and you said, “god, can we talk?” and because god is you and you are god you didn’t have to wait and you didn’t have to go anywhere at all and—“yes,” god said. and you said, “god, i want an apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.” “god, i want the boy with the kind eyes and tattoo-covered arms and exquisite taste in music.” “god, i want to feel alive again.” “god, i want to travel first-class to switzerland.” “god, i want a hound dog named finn.” and god said, “yes.” and you said, “but how can you make this happen?” and god said, “i can make anything happen.” and you said, “quickly?” and god said, “i love you. why would i not make this rapid?” and you said, “i can trust you?” and god said, “like your life depends on it.” and you said, “my life does depend on it.” and god said, “i know. i’ve got it now. you’re safe. let me take care of it.” and you hugged god. and god hugged you. and you hugged yourself. and you drifted off to sleep saying, “i have it. i’m safe. i have it. i’m safe. i have it. i’m—” and you woke in the morning and the world was new. because you knew it was done. because god said yes. and god never goes back on a yes unless you tell god “no.” and any time throughout the day you thought, “is anything happening?” god said, “it’s all happening.” and you said, “but i can’t see a thing.” and god said, “i am your eyes.” and you said, “but i don’t have to do anything?” and god said, “you did the only thing needed.” and you said, “but what about my thoughts and my state and acting as if?” and god said, “i love you.” and you knew what that meant. so instead of worrying or wondering or obsessing another second, you went to the bakery and bought a slice of chocolate cake and drove home and sat on your back deck and ate and ate and watched the sunset and celebrated.
How I manifested (crazy) physical changes
Physical changes — probably one of the most manifested topics everywhere. Hey, we've all been there:
"I hate how I look! I am so ugly!" - everybody, from time to time
But you don't have to worry; everything is possible, even the most radical, crazy physical change ever. Look at me, I am literally the living proof of that. And, the thing is, it is so easy it almost sounds unreal.
Here we go!
It all started like, a couple of months ago. You see, I used to have the worst self-esteem problems, mostly because of my chubby cheeks and my big, hooked nose. I used to literally avoid looking in the mirror because I started crying. Again, I think you'd be lying if you told me that you never, ever, felt that way. Well, the thing is, I was sick of crying and feeling bad. Back then I didn't have all the knowledge of the law I have now, but I still did it; it was the easiest thing I've ever done.
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So, not wanting to wait another day, I picked up my phone and took pictures of myself — feeling sick just by looking at them. I sent those hideous pictures to my tablet, and I started working (just know, if you haven't got a tablet for digital art, you can just use some random app in your phone or laptop that allows you to modify photos).
Now, let me tell you, what I did was crazy — I was laughing so much while doing it... I took the infamous golden ratio for faces and modified my face in the picture to match it. When I was done, it looked like I just had all the possible plastic surgeries in the world; but then it was time to get creative! — modify everything to your liking; I drew in longer eyelashes, darker eyes, slimmer cheeks, everything I wanted. I repeated the process on my side profile.
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By the time I was done, I looked at the pictures and actually recognised myself. That was really me. The new me. Enough crying, old Pía, just stare at those photos.
And that's it; I stared at those photos every time I felt "ugly" and, in the end, I walked around and felt like that girl. The new Pía; the most beautiful girl I've ever seen with my own two eyes. I looked in the mirror every now and then, and I remember thinking to myself:
"What's in there is not true. I am the girl in those photos"
And the 3D has no other choice but to rearrange itself at my own, free will
Remember that the next time a single doubt arises.
have fun and take care!
building a new life and identity໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ ʚ🐇ɞ 🌸
building a new identity and life for urself is actually easier than it sounds. u only need to commit to the new identity.
who is the person that u want to be? how do they act? what is their education? that’s the first question to ask urself. i talked about a garden analogy in one of my previous posts but just in case u missed that i’ll remind u:
so basically imagine urself as a gardener and ur life is ur garden. it’s boundless. u can fill the garden with flowers 🌸 and plants, anything u desire really. think of ur desires as the flowers that u fill ur garden 🪴 with. the plants that u water the most or the pay the most attention to will grow beautifully. this is how manifestation is.
so what i’ve been doing lately is keeping 2-3 affirmations on loop in my brain whenever i get a minute to. (kinda like when u put something on queue in ur mind) when im doing mindless activities or something. i’ll repeat the affirmations in my mind OR out loud. but i’ll only do this when i want to. (cuz nothing in manifestation should be forced)
doing this, i kinda imagine my affirmations as watering my manifestations 🪷. now that we’ve established setting up ur garden, let’s FILL it. (this is the funnest part) i want u to write down who u desire to be as though u were already that person living that life. so you’d title ur page (who i am)
my name is ___ i am ___ years old
ur personality and character traits
ur skills and talents
ur appearance
ur self concept and how life treats u
ur education
ur relationships
how long it takes u to get everything u want
literally EVERYTHING. this is scripting. ur creating a script in which ur reality will follow. next we need to PRACTICE the script.
how do we do that? being delulu, affirming, manifestation exercises, daydreaming, SATS, literally PRETENDING. fulfilling urself in ur imagination is u practicing the script.
once the script is persisted in enough and we’ll practiced you’ll see it play out in ur life. congratulations, you’ve built a new life and identity for urself <3
HOW I MANIFESTED MY DESIRED APPEARANCE (success story)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎐
so manifesting my desired appearance in full took roughly 2 weeks, also this post is pretty long bcuz im not gatekeeping anything, im giving u guys the full story, the full scoop on how i did it so here we go...
some things that i remember doing was, before going to bed i'd either read what my desired appearance looks like (i wrote a list bcuz me as a person, i LOVE writing things down) and i'd read that list before bed like it was fact.
or if i didn't have the list with me, when i was the state akin to sleep i'd talk to myself (ik it sounds weird but its natural for me so it worked) and i'd be like "ik for a fact that i am (fill in the blank)" or "ik for a fact that i have (fill in the blank)"
and i'd just say it to myself, or sometimes when i'd shower, for every part of my body that i'd wash (i separated it into sections) and for each section i'd talk about an aspect of my appearance as though it was from someone else's POV. for example, part of my desired appearance was a difference in hair texture so i'd say "omg honey's hair is SO long and glossy". like i'd talk thru someone else's pov ABOUT my appearance in either a tone of admiration, envy, or indifference.
even if i didn't see movement a couple times or got discouraged, i went back to what feels RIGHT and thats affirming for me.
some key statements i used :
i know for a fact
i have my exact desired appearance bcuz im god and i said so
another thing that rly helped me was visualization, i was living PURELY in my imagination, completely in my head. i was REAL delulu. i have a vision board on pinterest that was SO helpful for me.
when i saw things in the 3d that didn't please me i completely disregarded it, and when i tell u COMPLETELY, i completely dismissed anything that i didn't like, or that didn't sit right with me.
another little exercise that i liked to do was actually bcuz of a bad habit. so i have a RLY bad habit of checking the 3d but i used it to my advantage. my habit was that every morning the first thing i'd do is go and look in the mirror. when i manifested my desired appearance what i'd do, is i would go to the bathroom mirror and tell my subconscious what i see. so my logic behind this was that since the subconscious didn't have any eyes i could tell my subconscious that i had the head of a unicorn and it'd believe me 💀. so i would talk to my subconscious and tell it what i saw. "i see an angel skull" "i see rly rly long lashes" "i see waist-length hair" etc etc.
i went to the end and i BASKED in it. moral of this manifestation story :
persist regardless of what u experience with ur 5 senses
time is an illusion so forget about it
dont settle for less than what u seek
go straight to the end and bathe in it bcuz u can't try and be something that u already are
failure doesn't exist
apply
your guide to manifesting your desires in 2024.
i have manifested getting into my dream college, straight As every semester, visiting NYC, and a HUGE glow up (nourished hair, clearer skin, beautiful body, pretty face, emotional intelligence, baddie mindset, and supportive friends + family) in 2022. here's all the things i did that worked for me! i understand everything does not work the same for everyone, for example i find visualization fun and easy to do while affirming, even though natural to me, seems like work to me so i use it as an aid to fuel my visualization. i have had bad mental health days but i persisted in my desires regardless because i know i always get everything i want.
1. understanding yourself and your thought processes:
this is not necessary for you to manifest what you want but it helps in creating self-awareness in the long term. i used to overthink a lot (manifested it away) so i affirmed and visualized during any free time i had, and eventually my doubts faded away. even if they pop up sometimes, i'm just like meh that's not true and brush them aside. for me, processing all my complicated emotions is essential to me because i get to know my patterns and start working on changing them. it does not matter what triggered them, you've to live with them for the rest of your life if you don't feel them and let them go.
2. discovering new things:
you should get out of your comfort zone. there are thousands of things in the world you haven't experienced. desires can change and you aren't obligated to stick to this one dream when something else lights up the fire inside you in the present. i had the dream of living in NYC for a long term but I became more open to DC, LA, Philadelphia, and other cities after visiting them. i have explored new hobbies too and they've become an important part of me now. being adaptable is important!
3. never settle:
a dream might be small for someone while the same dream might be unattainable for someone else. it's all about persisting in your desires and making them seem attainable to your subconscious. you don't have to lift a finger to manifest, so why aren't you being stubborn about what you want? why are you settling for less when you deserve to have so much more? don't settle for bread crumbs when you can have a WHOLE DAMN LUXURIOUS MEAL.
4. self-concept:
the qualities i find most attractive in a person are communication, efforts, dedication, honesty, and loyalty. so i start affirming for those qualities in myself! i embody them by telling myself, "i am dedicated, honest, and loyal", "i am irreplaceable and unforgettable just because i exist", "i communicate and put in efforts for the people who have the greatest in mind for me." we love people who are secure in themselves and so, we naturally gravitate towards them. i don't care if someone has a pretty body or a pretty face. if they have the drive to succeed in what they're doing and they're giving me princess treatment, i'd immediately fold. it's the inner qualities that stay in the longer term (though you can forever be ageless and youthful, but to complement that you need a beautiful mind and heart - those make you more attractive).
I miss ur Jack work sm!!! Pls reupload. Pls pls pls pls
im gagged that people like my work bc i cringe everytime i see it
I be tripping but then I remember that the universe always got me
001 ; 'love in the time of post-partum'
synopsis: the reader has pent-up stress and anxiety and takes it out on jack.
It was your first day back at your job ever since Alora was born and you were stressed out.
Jack insisted you stay home for a few more days. You knew he was only trying to make sure you were okay but it really set you off.
Postpartum depression had been kicking your ass and jack's constant nagging didn't make it better.
"Baby you really don't have to go back so early." He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
He kissed your neck softly and you shook out of his hold.
"Jack, I want to go back. You know I don't like to sit around and do nothing." You said sliding on your blazer.
"You know I'm just trying to help. I may not know what your going through right now but just know I'm always here for you." He said running his hands through his curls.
"Baby I'm fine." You said before giving him a kiss and walking out of your shared bedroom to wake your baby up.
"I don't know what to do steph! I know he's just trying to help but he's honestly just making things worse." You said frustratedly to your co-worker.
"I totally get you, when I had my son every little thing my husband did pissed me off." She said giggling softly at the end.
"But guess what? It's normal babe! It's just your body going through changes and he's trying to help you out." She said rubbing your back softly.
"But steph what if it doesn't get better? I feel like I'm falling out of love with him." You said tearing up out of pure guilt.
"Aww honey come here." She said pulling you into her chest.
"I feel like a bad wife and a bad mother." You said crying softly into her chest.
"It'll get better, my love I promise. You love that man and he loves you! After all the wild stories I've heard about the both of you I can guarantee you still love him. When this all blows over you'll be okay." She said, coaxing you through your tears.
"I love you so fucking much man." You said wiping your tears and giving her a proper hug.
"You look exhausted." Jack said when he saw you on the couch typing away at your computer.
"I have to get this done." You said tiredly rubbed your eyes.
"Mamas, I don't like the way your working yourself. If your tired take a break and try again tomorrow." He said sitting next to you on the couch.
You looked up at him tiredly with tears in your eyes. You hated feeling useless.
"That's easy for you to say jack. I'm not a celebrity! I don't have thousands of people ready to help me. Money doesn't just come out of my ass. I have a job to get done and your getting in the way!" Your sudden outburst surprised you.
Jack was stunned by what you said.
He knew you were going through it and he tried his best not to take it personally but there was only so much he could take.
I don't think I can do this anymore jack." You said putting legs up to your chest.
"You can't do what?" He said nervously, bouncing his leg up and down.
"Us babe." You said closing your computer and walking into your shared bedroom.
this was inspired by that on human resources episode !
002; 'my life would suck without you' sequel
synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better
The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.
Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.
A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.
"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.
You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.
"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.
"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.
"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.
"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.
"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.
"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.
"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.
"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.
"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.
recognize; PARTYNEXTDOOR
You were jack's fall back girl. You were always there when things got rough with his girl or just his job. He depended on you more than he depended on his main thing. And you loved every second of it.
You both met through Neelam and hit it off ever since. He loved the way he could get vulnerable with you without being judged.
You were more than a fling to him and he always showed you that through the little things he did.
I owe you time, Let's plan somethin' out when I come back from Europe Swear I'm withholdin' my urges 'Til you get this one-on-one shit like your name Katie Couric.
"When I get back we're gonna something special pretty girl." Jack said through the phone.
"You promise? You know I can't depend on him for certain things." You said as you layed in the bed you shared with your boyfriend.
"I promise love. You know I would've flown you out if you boyfriend wasn't in the way." You rolled your eyes at his remark.
"You know how he is." You said sucking in a sharp breath.
"Fuck everybody else. What do you want?" Jack knew you felt guilty about the whole thing but he needed you and would do everything to convince you that you weren't being selfish for wanting this.
"You jack." You hated stroking his ego but it was true. You were way too into it to quit.
I'm glad you reminded me, baby all of these things slip my mind; it's been crazy, Bite on your shoulder, I know that's your favorite, Touching yourself to that video we made a month ago.
"Fuck I missed this." Jack moaned out. He got back from tour a few days ago and he kept his promise.
He took you out on a huge shopping spree and then a dinner date. And now you were back at his apartment making up for all the intimate time lost. He nipped at your neck leaving small hickeys.
Usually you would tear his ass up for it but at that moment you could care less about anyone but him.
You pulled him in for a passionate kiss, finally getting to love on him after waiting so long. You payed attention to every detail of him and took your time with him.
Fuck it, girl, I'm 'bout whatever though Yeah, I guess a nigga just believe in you and that's proof for you , Could name a lot of thing's any other man won't do for you I'll do it for you, that's real.
You let out a soft moan as his hands worked on your neck. You could feel all the built up tension and stress leave your body.
"Fuck." You sighed out as he worked at the knots in your lower back. He laughed at your response and littered kisses one your neck.
You never felt so happy and content with anyone and you knew this was the man you wanted to be with for the rest of the time you had in this world.
"Jack.." you turned to him and straddled his lap as his hands made their way to your hips.
"Your the one I want. I don't wanna hold back anymore..I just wanna be with you and do things without feeling guilty." He smiled at your statement and his lips connected with yours.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that." He laughed and held you close to him.
i actually wanna start writing againn, maybe that’s something i’ll pick back up on next year.
002; 'my life would suck without you' sequel
synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better
The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.
Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.
A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.
"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.
You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.
"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.
"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.
"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.
"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.
"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.
"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.
"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.
"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.
"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.
I know they’re reuploads but I LOVE UR JACK FICS PLS KEEP IT COMING 😭😭😭
yeah i got ya’ll this weekend
001 ; 'love in the time of post-partum'
synopsis: the reader has pent-up stress and anxiety and takes it out on jack.
It was your first day back at your job ever since Alora was born and you were stressed out.
Jack insisted you stay home for a few more days. You knew he was only trying to make sure you were okay but it really set you off.
Postpartum depression had been kicking your ass and jack's constant nagging didn't make it better.
"Baby you really don't have to go back so early." He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
He kissed your neck softly and you shook out of his hold.
"Jack, I want to go back. You know I don't like to sit around and do nothing." You said sliding on your blazer.
"You know I'm just trying to help. I may not know what your going through right now but just know I'm always here for you." He said running his hands through his curls.
"Baby I'm fine." You said before giving him a kiss and walking out of your shared bedroom to wake your baby up.
"I don't know what to do steph! I know he's just trying to help but he's honestly just making things worse." You said frustratedly to your co-worker.
"I totally get you, when I had my son every little thing my husband did pissed me off." She said giggling softly at the end.
"But guess what? It's normal babe! It's just your body going through changes and he's trying to help you out." She said rubbing your back softly.
"But steph what if it doesn't get better? I feel like I'm falling out of love with him." You said tearing up out of pure guilt.
"Aww honey come here." She said pulling you into her chest.
"I feel like a bad wife and a bad mother." You said crying softly into her chest.
"It'll get better, my love I promise. You love that man and he loves you! After all the wild stories I've heard about the both of you I can guarantee you still love him. When this all blows over you'll be okay." She said, coaxing you through your tears.
"I love you so fucking much man." You said wiping your tears and giving her a proper hug.
"You look exhausted." Jack said when he saw you on the couch typing away at your computer.
"I have to get this done." You said tiredly rubbed your eyes.
"Mamas, I don't like the way your working yourself. If your tired take a break and try again tomorrow." He said sitting next to you on the couch.
You looked up at him tiredly with tears in your eyes. You hated feeling useless.
"That's easy for you to say jack. I'm not a celebrity! I don't have thousands of people ready to help me. Money doesn't just come out of my ass. I have a job to get done and your getting in the way!" Your sudden outburst surprised you.
Jack was stunned by what you said.
He knew you were going through it and he tried his best not to take it personally but there was only so much he could take.
I don't think I can do this anymore jack." You said putting legs up to your chest.
"You can't do what?" He said nervously, bouncing his leg up and down.
"Us babe." You said closing your computer and walking into your shared bedroom.
this was inspired by that on human resources episode !
002; 'my life would suck without you' sequel
synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better
The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.
Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.
A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.
"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.
You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.
"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.
"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.
"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.
"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.
"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.
"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.
"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.
"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.
"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.
part 2 soon come lol🫶🏽
001 ; 'love in the time of post-partum'
synopsis: the reader has pent-up stress and anxiety and takes it out on jack.
It was your first day back at your job ever since Alora was born and you were stressed out.
Jack insisted you stay home for a few more days. You knew he was only trying to make sure you were okay but it really set you off.
Postpartum depression had been kicking your ass and jack's constant nagging didn't make it better.
"Baby you really don't have to go back so early." He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
He kissed your neck softly and you shook out of his hold.
"Jack, I want to go back. You know I don't like to sit around and do nothing." You said sliding on your blazer.
"You know I'm just trying to help. I may not know what your going through right now but just know I'm always here for you." He said running his hands through his curls.
"Baby I'm fine." You said before giving him a kiss and walking out of your shared bedroom to wake your baby up.
"I don't know what to do steph! I know he's just trying to help but he's honestly just making things worse." You said frustratedly to your co-worker.
"I totally get you, when I had my son every little thing my husband did pissed me off." She said giggling softly at the end.
"But guess what? It's normal babe! It's just your body going through changes and he's trying to help you out." She said rubbing your back softly.
"But steph what if it doesn't get better? I feel like I'm falling out of love with him." You said tearing up out of pure guilt.
"Aww honey come here." She said pulling you into her chest.
"I feel like a bad wife and a bad mother." You said crying softly into her chest.
"It'll get better, my love I promise. You love that man and he loves you! After all the wild stories I've heard about the both of you I can guarantee you still love him. When this all blows over you'll be okay." She said, coaxing you through your tears.
"I love you so fucking much man." You said wiping your tears and giving her a proper hug.
"You look exhausted." Jack said when he saw you on the couch typing away at your computer.
"I have to get this done." You said tiredly rubbed your eyes.
"Mamas, I don't like the way your working yourself. If your tired take a break and try again tomorrow." He said sitting next to you on the couch.
You looked up at him tiredly with tears in your eyes. You hated feeling useless.
"That's easy for you to say jack. I'm not a celebrity! I don't have thousands of people ready to help me. Money doesn't just come out of my ass. I have a job to get done and your getting in the way!" Your sudden outburst surprised you.
Jack was stunned by what you said.
He knew you were going through it and he tried his best not to take it personally but there was only so much he could take.
I don't think I can do this anymore jack." You said putting legs up to your chest.
"You can't do what?" He said nervously, bouncing his leg up and down.
"Us babe." You said closing your computer and walking into your shared bedroom.
this was inspired by that on human resources episode !
YAY I CANT WAIT FOR THE REUPLOADS OF UR JACK FICS I’L READ THEM ALL
don’t let ur work go to waste pls 😭😭💓💓
my heart is melting 🥹🫶🏽
001 ; 'love in the time of post-partum'
synopsis: the reader has pent-up stress and anxiety and takes it out on jack.
It was your first day back at your job ever since Alora was born and you were stressed out.
Jack insisted you stay home for a few more days. You knew he was only trying to make sure you were okay but it really set you off.
Postpartum depression had been kicking your ass and jack's constant nagging didn't make it better.
"Baby you really don't have to go back so early." He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
He kissed your neck softly and you shook out of his hold.
"Jack, I want to go back. You know I don't like to sit around and do nothing." You said sliding on your blazer.
"You know I'm just trying to help. I may not know what your going through right now but just know I'm always here for you." He said running his hands through his curls.
"Baby I'm fine." You said before giving him a kiss and walking out of your shared bedroom to wake your baby up.
"I don't know what to do steph! I know he's just trying to help but he's honestly just making things worse." You said frustratedly to your co-worker.
"I totally get you, when I had my son every little thing my husband did pissed me off." She said giggling softly at the end.
"But guess what? It's normal babe! It's just your body going through changes and he's trying to help you out." She said rubbing your back softly.
"But steph what if it doesn't get better? I feel like I'm falling out of love with him." You said tearing up out of pure guilt.
"Aww honey come here." She said pulling you into her chest.
"I feel like a bad wife and a bad mother." You said crying softly into her chest.
"It'll get better, my love I promise. You love that man and he loves you! After all the wild stories I've heard about the both of you I can guarantee you still love him. When this all blows over you'll be okay." She said, coaxing you through your tears.
"I love you so fucking much man." You said wiping your tears and giving her a proper hug.
"You look exhausted." Jack said when he saw you on the couch typing away at your computer.
"I have to get this done." You said tiredly rubbed your eyes.
"Mamas, I don't like the way your working yourself. If your tired take a break and try again tomorrow." He said sitting next to you on the couch.
You looked up at him tiredly with tears in your eyes. You hated feeling useless.
"That's easy for you to say jack. I'm not a celebrity! I don't have thousands of people ready to help me. Money doesn't just come out of my ass. I have a job to get done and your getting in the way!" Your sudden outburst surprised you.
Jack was stunned by what you said.
He knew you were going through it and he tried his best not to take it personally but there was only so much he could take.
I don't think I can do this anymore jack." You said putting legs up to your chest.
"You can't do what?" He said nervously, bouncing his leg up and down.
"Us babe." You said closing your computer and walking into your shared bedroom.
this was inspired by that on human resources episode !
im gonna start reuploading on friday but im not gonna be able to come out with new stuff frequently because of work ://
Can u pls re upload ur Jack fics? They were so good. Or can u re upload that one short fic where he lets his daughter eat gummies before dinner even tho reader said no. It was rlly cute.
omggggg yess okay it’s settled im reuploadingg
Can u pls upload ur Jack work again they were so good😭😭
aww y’all miss them? one of these days i’ll do a repost
this would be rly funny actually but imagine jack having a hypersexual girlfriend like one day he just looks over at reader and her eyes are hooded over and he’s like fuck bc he doesn’t know if he has the stamina to keep up LMAO
This is a really fun idea LOL. Tbh I don’t think this is my best work. This was sitting in my drafts for a hot minute as I kept re-working it. But idk, there is something missing. I’m going to post it anyway though since the idea itself is nice. I think some other Jack writers are going to have fun with this too :D
Nymph
Warnings: Fem!reader, hypersexual!reader, suggestive, past sexual experiences referenced, mild fluff, not smutty but kinda 18+
Somehow, this conversation was more awkward than the time Jack told his friends he didn’t like deep throat. There were eight of them in the restaurant in total, everyone except for Druski was an official member of Jack’s collective, Private Garden. These were people Jack considered his brothers, including, his actual younger brother. They knew almost everything about him and yet conversations like these still seemed to render them silent. Druski opened his mouth to speak, blinking a few times, and then closed his mouth. He tried one more time before laughing to himself, shaking his head. “Damn, Jack got me speechless...”
They were all chilling in Sarpino’s Pizza in Atlanta, opting to eat inside to get a change of pace instead of ordering to the studio. The restaurant was typically a carry-out spot, but they had a high table that extended along the length of the back window. As frequent customers, they were allowed to pull the stools to create more of a curved shape so they could see each other and chat. As a result, there were two half-circles composed of the members of Private Garden and friends. One group was talking about a recent basketball game. The other had been halted to silence as Jack awkwardly ignored his girlfriend’s phone call.
If a guy was avoiding calls from his girlfriend, it was usually because he was cheating or ready to break up. While his friends would be disappointed in him, especially since they knew how well you two got along, they wouldn’t push into his business. However, Jack’s explanation blew their mind. Jack was probably the only man in the world who felt a surge of panic when his girlfriend called because he knew she wanted to have sex. So much so, he refused to even answer her.
“Can you explain what the actual problem is?” Shloob asked, sipping on his drink. “Because I think I lost it.”
Jack was now the one at a loss for words. A girl with a high sex drive seemed like a myth created and perpetuated by male fantasy. But here you were, his own little nymphomaniac and he was too focused on the “maniac” portion. It wasn’t that the sex was bad, it was some of the best he had in his life. It was the frequency. Three times a day minimum with several rounds during a single hookup was intense. You never needed a break either. He was pretty sure that you ran on water, iced coffee, and big dick energy.
“Look, y’all know how I’m rocking.” Jack sighed. “I like to get my dick wet probably a little more than the next guy. But damn. I am pretty sure I’m shooting blanks at this point. I’m surprised it’s even still getting up.”
That comment opened the flood gates of sarcastic responses. Jack could feel fury and envy radiating off of his friends who were a mix of newly single men and long term boyfriends. In other words, all guys who were currently having the opposite problem.
“Must be nice--”
“Congratulations--”
“I’m soooo happy for you.”
Jack rolled his eyes, putting up his hands in defense. “No, you don’t understand. She’s like a succubus or something.”
“I’m sorry...” Druski put up his hands to stop Jack right there. “...she’s a what?”
“A succubus. They’re like sex demons.” Jack explained.
“Why do you know the word for that?” Druski asked. “That’s not a normal word to know.”
“These are the things I look up at 2am at night when the demon is asleep. Do you understand me, brother?” Jack look genuinely distressed as he pressed a hand to his chest. “Don’t get me wrong. Y/n has a grip on my heart, but if I have to choose between her and my dick falling off...”
Jack’s phone started buzzing. This time it was a FaceTime call. He groaned inwardly. The contact photo he had for you was a picture from your first date. Jack had taken you on a picnic so you were wearing a floral sundress that covered your knees when you sat down. He stared at the photo and finally realized why it looked so strange. You had clothes on.
“Are you going to take that?” Urban asked after the group of men all stared at the phone in silence for a beat.
“Definitely not here...” Jack muttered.
He motioned for them to move so he could scoot out of his chair, the legs squeaking on the tile. He slid his phone of the table begrudgingly and walked to the back of the pizza parlor where there was a bathroom for “customers only.” He slipped inside and shut the door. He leaned against it, his body feeling heavy as he finally accepted the call.
“Are you avoiding me?” You asked, your face so close to the camera that he could only see your eyes and the top of your nose bridge.
“Yes...” Jack said in a deadpan voice. He had to resist smiling. You were so cute.
“Whyyyy?” Your voice was high pitched and sing-songy with a tinge of sadness.
He hated when you pulled that voice on him. He was basically putty in your hands at that point. He sighed and slipped his free hand in hair, running it through.
“Babe, you’re killing me here. I know you just want to f-ck. Can we just not do this back and forth tonight? I’m tapped out.”
You frowned, pulling your face away from the phone. You were standing in a location that was familiar to Jack, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He could see you were wearing a black jacket with the collar turned up.
“W-Well, I don’t!” You argued. “Want to have sex, that is. I just wanted to see what you were doing. Be a good girlfriend. That’s why I came to the studio. See?”
You extended your arm to allow your phone to pan around the background. You raised it high to show you in the studio room with no one else around, the belongings of Private Garden scattered across the room. Jack started to feel bad for ignoring you, thinking about how you were probably outside when he had been avoiding your calls. He was grateful for which ever security guard took pity on you and let you in. He would be sure to thank them later.
“I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have assu--” Jack paused mid-sentence. “Y/n, what are you wearing?”
Your eyes widened slightly and you cleared your throat. You pulled the phone back to eye level quickly, realizing that you messed up. It was too late. Jack noticed the light pink ruffle that was peeking through your jacket. It was a piece of lingerie that you had bought recently. You had modeled the item for him and even Jack had to admit it didn’t take much for him to indulge in the action of taking it off of you. For that reason, it was seared into his brain. He easily recognized it from a single glance.
“Uhm...I really just came to say hi.” You doubled down. “So, once you come and give me a hug, I’ll just head back to the apartment. No funny business.”
Jack paused, smiling a bit. It was cute the way you avoided looking at the camera. In fact, this whole thing was kind of cute. Showing up to his workplace practically naked for a quickie? There were worst things a girl could do.
“You lying?” Jack asked, a grin spreading on his lips.
“Yeah...” You responded finally meeting his eyes through the phone.
Jack recognized that hooded, lustful expression. You were going to get what you wanted tonight. Judging from the tent developing in his pants, he was going to be capable of giving it to you too.
“Alright, Y/n. I’m at Sarpino’s. I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Do you want anything to eat--” You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off. “And do not say my cock.” Jack warned, his dark blue eyes looking tired.
You gave a sheepish smile. “Then I’m good...”
He let out a loud sigh trying to hold back his smile. “Are you going to be a good girl until I get there? Or are you gonna keep blowing up my phone?”
“I’ll be good.” You reassured him, nodding quickly. “Just tell me how you want me, J, and I’ll do it.”
Jack smirked at you. For the first time that night, his eyes mirrored the lust in yours. “Come on, baby you know what I like. If you do well, I’ll reward you.”
You smiled, placing the phone down on a table. He could see you balancing it on some items so he could see you on the couch. You practically skipped over to it. You climbed on, resting your knees on the cushions. You were on all fours and put your butt up in the air.
“Like this?” You asked.
Before Jack could respond, you turned on your back. You extended your legs, revealing them to be bare, but your coat still covered most of you. You held your calves, pulling them toward your body to put yourself in a self-induced mating press.
“Or this?” You asked again, your breath heavy from moving around.
“Or maybe...”
Jack laughed, “Baby!” His voice was rich and happy. It made your heart swell, stopping you mid-motion. “I’m hanging up. Surprise me. And try not to scare anybody who maybe passing by. We do want to rent from there again, don’t we?”
“Yes, sir.” You nodded, obediently.
Jack ended the call on that note, knowing how much longer you could keep going once you pulled out the “sir.” He took a deep breath, did a once over of himself in the mirror and braced himself for the commentary as he walked out of the bathroom.
Jack would have loved to walk past all his friends without saying a word. However, he could feel their eyes glued to him. Even the second group who hadn’t be in on the conversation seemed to have been clued in now. He focused on the window the table was pressed against as he spoke, “So, uh, Y/n’s at the studio. I’m going to make sure she gets home okay.”
The barrage of comments came once again. It felt like the words barely lingered in the air before they were coming at him.
“Riiiight...”
“Come on, man!”
“I left my hoodie on the couch, can you at least fold it?”
Jack leaned his head back, opening his arms wide and signaling for them to keep it coming, a sh-t eating grin on his face. Of course, this action caused them to all start booing him This was his punishment. In about ten minutes, he was going to receive his reward. He wasn’t kidding before. He was burnt out. Some days he just wanted to cuddle or watch a movie without getting pounced on. He would definitely have to sit down and talk to you about cooling down on the sexy time. But, he guessed that conversation could wait until after he railed you on that couch.
toji choking us with his arms/headlocking us while fucking from behind (could be any position)🤭
goodness… 😵💫
fem. reader, rev. cowgirl, breath play, mdni.
toji who had you riding him in reverse— makes you sit back on him and he sits up as well, he‘s laid back against the black cushioned sofa while sat up, a beefy right arm wrapped around you, not too tight but just enough to hear you let off a cute gasp.
his muscles tense and you let off a moan once your head goes back against him— he‘s bullying himself in and out of your soaked folds, pushing past your cute nub to make you dig your nails into his arm. “h-harder toji,” you squeaked out, your voice all shaky from each thrust.
“hmmm?” he hums, a firm grip still around your throat with his bicep, you could see some of his veins poking through your peripherals. “gonna need you to elaborate for me, baby.”
you whimper as you‘re still riding him— he‘s hitting you everywhere so good he can‘t help but spank your ass and smirk from the recoil as you’re throwing yourself back against him with such salacious movements.
“please.. choke me harder.” you whine, a weak arm of yours holding on to toji‘s and he lets off a dark chuckle.
“ohh okay.”
your eyes roll back— you‘re nearly limp as toji‘s got you in a safe lock, the way his muscles retract and flex each bounce you‘re doing on his lap, it makes him grunt, your mouth is practically open with your tongue slightly lolled out. strands of your own droll started to pour out— it was messy.
“still with me, sweetheart? ain’t too rough, am i?” he teases, and his voice is smug— completely cocky and arrogant as he gives you a little nudge.
“n-no,” you moaned, your head was merely hitting against toji‘s chest as he had you locked with his arms— you kept panting, letting off a soft whine once you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot. you nearly lose yourself and toji chuckles at that— finding it adorable. “harder toji.”
“little girl,” he smirks, his voice dropping low just a tad bit— he‘s directly against your ear to where you can hear the bass and it practically gets you wet. “any harder and y’er gonna start to feel light headed,” and he coos in a smooth tone, it was almost seductive. “you‘re a crazy filthy girl. i bet you’re into that shit, aren’t you?”
“maybe.” you whine, a tiny needy sob leaving your lips.
toji grins, giving you another spank to encourage you to keep riding him— he licks his lips, looking down to see your hips rotating against him, moving in an almost circle and it gets him hard.
“maybe,” he repeats, and you feel his grip tighten just a little— you moan over and over again from the way he‘s got you in such a state— your own drool nearly dampening his beefy arm before he smiles. “maybe i should choke my pretty girl more often. you make such the cutest noises for me anyway.”
“oh gosh…” you moaned as your finger nails slide down the mans back, his arm under yours as you laid on your back. His fingers having a grip on your grey pillows. Your arms had no choice but to go over his shoulders
As his lower half fit perfectly in between yours before your thighs were so far apart, welcoming him in. Both of you bare and sweaty because yall were both on the edge.
He moves his hips in circular motion, digging his fat tip on your g-spot. “Oh- choso no more! I wanna cum!” You whined and his fingers moved your braids away from your face, looking down and at your ruined makeup, mascara sliding down, false individual eyelashes still attached, gloss and slobber around your mouth from the kissing and you moaning with your mouth wide open.
“No more?” He bites your bottom lip and you tighten your pussy around his already fat ass dick. He groans and pushes into you harder, hips still attached to eachother but thighs separating from each small but deep thrust. “You wanna cum on my shit huh?” He moves his lips closer to your ear. “Want me to fucking breed that nasty pussy huh?”
“I-im cumming- ouuuu fuck!” You cried as you heart started beating a little faster, tears forming and thighs trembling. But your thighs wasn’t the only one, chose hips started getting sloppy, getting off because your getting off, he sits up moving his arms from under you and putting both of his hands on your neck, now his hips are disconnected from your just to smack down harshly the neck, “touch the clit baby, want you to squirt on it.”
And you did, you did and you felt it.
You breathing turning labored and the feeling in your stomach that traveled to your toes and spine.
His face turnt into one of hurt, biting his lips so hard as manly whimpers fall through the closed mouth, eyebrows frowning and eyes unfocused.
That was it for you. You squirted and it was to much!
“Oh, fuckfuckfuuuck yes baby.” He moans and pulls you up by your neck, he sits on his heels just so he can fuck up into you like a desperate puppy. “I-imma fucking cum, gonna breed that pussy, ov-over and f-fuckin over again i swear princess.” One hand held on your lower back while the other one gripped the back of your neck as you felt the warm nut feeling you up.
nails clawing into the deep red sofa trying to get away from the large cock that fucked through your walls harshly. chants of his name could be heard, crowd waiting for their favorite performer to come out and serenade them, but unluckily for them - geto was in like with the cunt he was currently fucking to just stop. “getogetogeto just l-like uh! that bunny” he mumble chanting his name alongside with them, bucking his hips roughly making you clench, tightening around him. bitting his lips his hands pulled even tighter on the long braids that were in your head slapping your ass, and grunting loudly over your whines. “b-break! breakkkk” you cried feeling your pussy clench down without stopping a beat. you dug your teeth into the fabric of the couch, mascara tears and damp eyelash sticking together while your eyes rolled over, body convulsing as the overstimulation took over your body. “thata girl” he whispered pulling his dick out and jerking himself off over you. his long dark hair glued to his face, and smudged mascara adding on perfectly to his look. pulling the leather pants back up, heeled boots clacked against the floor, while he made his way to the loud crowd that screamed as soon as he came into view.
this is miguel o’hara being a dick
pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader
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miguel knows he’s fucked.
he has been neglecting you, putting his work above your needs and ditched on dates he can’t count with his fingers. at first you were okay, given that you’re dating such a busy man like him, you understand the consequences.
but you’ve had enough. there were nights where you cooked dinner, only to be left untouched by him or where you softly cried yourself in the middle of the night because he was still out. the only time he comes home is when you’re already asleep, then he left to the HQ in the morning before you’ve gotten the chance to wake up.
you confronted him about this. paid a visit to his office before going to work. Jess and Lyla had warned you to not disturb him but you managed to make them back off with a single frightening look.
yes. they are scared of you. a lot of them are. they do not want to test you at all.
the moment you stepped into his office, he didn’t even bother to look. eyes were just too focused on his work that he assumed Jess was the one who walked in.
“oh, you’re fucking your co-worker now?” your tone laced with sarcasm and anger with arms crossed over your chest,
hearing the familiar voice, he had never whipped his head so fast. “y/n? what are you doing here?”
“well” you start, heels clicking against the floor as you step towards him. “since my boyfriend has been MIA for almost a week i figured i should stopped by.”
his head shook, turning his focus back to what he thought mattered most. “not right now, mi amor. I’m working.”
“i can see that, dumbass” you respond in a cold tone. frowning as to why he couldn’t take one second off from that god damn screen. “you and me are going to get breakfast together. now. before i go to work.”
“i told you I can’t. I’m busy” he replies, brushing you off with his hand. “next time.”
“i’m a busy woman too!” your voice shakes, wanting so bad to scream at him and throw that tiny desk at his head. “but I always want to make time for you, Miguel!”
no response. he muttered something under his breath but you couldn’t hear him.
un-fucking-believable
“you’re such a fucking asshole, you know that?” tone laced with venom as you spit the words. clenching your fists by your side as you struggle to hold back the tears. “i feel like this relationship is one sided, the only person that is truly making an effort is me. you don’t—“
Miguel couldn’t take it anymore. he threw a desk and it went flying, thankfully it didn’t hit you. though your eyes went wide in shock, a loud gasp left your lips as you covered your mouth with your hands.
“you’re right! I don’t! I don’t care about some silly little fucking breakfast when the universe depends on me!” he pointed at himself as his irises turned red when he looked at you. his breathing went heavy and he still wasn’t aware how scared you were at him at that point.
“do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to keep all this shit together?! how many people will die if i don’t do what i gotta do! I don’t always like it, y/n but i have to do it! and here you are trying to play house with me it’s fucking pathetic!” he scoffed, putting his hands on hips.
oh he did not realize how much his words hurt.
the room was filled with silence. you stared at him in disbelief but remained a stoic expression. you were taught better than to be weak before any men. Miguel was no exception. your mother would be disappointed if you let a man win.
“wow” you breathed, nodding. “that was a good speech actually, the longest one I’ve ever heard you talking” you tried to sound sarcastic but how you felt and how you sounded failed you.
Miguel was quick to notice this and his features quickly soften. he reached out quickly to hold you.
“cariño i—“
“I’m returning back to my apartment by five. do not fucking look for me” it was final. the way you said it, how your eyes remained empty as you spoke to him. Miguel knew better than to test you,
but he just did and now he’s paying the price,
his heart broke when he heard you said that. you were so tired of him and you just wanted him back. you want your man back but he couldn’t see how that mattered to you.
“baby, please—“
you held your hand as you turned around. “don’t you even think about sending Jess or Miles my way.”
with that you walked out of his office without uttering another word. leaving him speechless and heartbroken. he knew better than to follow you out, it would just make things worse. he was just going to let you cool off.
he didn’t know how long it was gonna take.
it has been almost a month that you two have been living separately. and he’s losing his mind. he can’t sleep, he can’t eat, he can barely walk out of the house without seeing all the things that remind him of you. the team even sensed something is wrong because he has been more short tempered than before and it almost made the rest of spider society terrified of talking to him.
he’s gotten more violent, that’s for sure. every enemy he encountered, he would leave them bleed with their faces unrecognizable. it was his way of taking his stress out. not exactly healthy but it’ll do for now.
but he thinks that this has gotten too far. he misses you terribly, your scent, your laugh, your voice, your body, and mostly… your pussy
God, the amount of times he sniffed your panties while he jacked off as the image of you clouded his mind was simply not enough.
and now here he stands before your apartment door. dressed nicely in a white buttoned up shirt with his sleeves rolled to the elbows and a pair of black pants. his ring cladded fingers nervously grip around the boquete as the other hand shoved into his pocket.
Miguel had never been this nervous before. toeing his shoes and tapping his toes against the floor rapidly. it’s probably already been fifteen minutes that he’s standing like that staring at your door. thinking far too carefully what he wants to say.
he decides it’s now or never as he raises his fist and knock softly against the wooden door, hoping that you’re home.
“coming!” he hears your voice, his stomach somersaults hearing that after what it felt like a thousand year. “i am so hungry, why are you delivery guys always taking so—“
soon as you open the door, you freeze. definitely not the takeout delivery boy and instead it’s the one person you’ve been avoiding for God knows how long.
Miguel’s mouth hangs open slightly as he slowly taking in the sight of the gorgeous woman before him. you put on your favorite lime green night gown that stops just above your knees with a white silky robe, your hair fall down gracefully. natural curls framing your face. eyes glinting under the light, he almost falls to his knees and thank the Lord for your existence.
beauty doesn’t even begin to describe how you look tonight.
Miguel realizes how he probably looks like an idiot. clearing his throat to regain his composure as he smiles awkwardly at you. “Hi.”
you stare at him as your features then showcase a displeased expression. “what are you doing here?”
you’re leaning your body against the doorframe, arms crossed in annoyance. eyes flickering from his face to the flowers he’s holding and back up to his eyes. as much as you hate to see him, you can’t help that little feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you see the flowers he’s holding.
tulips. your favorite
he takes a one step closer to your frame, breathing out a sigh as he looks down at you. “I’m sorry, mi amor.”
that earns a scoff from you, looking away. “good start.”
“i was a horrible boyfriend.” he admits, gulping as he sees how sadness and exhaustion taking over your face just like that. “you don’t deserve that. what i said to you that day… none of it was true. you were not… pathetic, nor were the idea of having breakfast together… I appreciate every single thing we’ve done together, baby. believe me, por favor…”
a hard stare is the only thing he gets from you. the way your lips form into an angry pout and how your eyes seem to get tired and bored from his confession.
you’re a difficult person to please. he knows that.
“i know that being stress is no excuse of what I’ve done… I should’ve—fuck I should’ve done better. a month without you was like hell, mi corazon. ay, me sentí como si estuviera perdiendo la cabeza.” he sighs in frustration, head shaking as he recalls many sleepless nights. “i love you so so much. i do not want to go through that again … i know that it’s going to take forever to get your trust back and everything, but i swear on my mother’s grave that i—“
“stop talking”
he shuts his mouth after that. eyes looking up to you when he realizes you’re talking to him after a prolonged silence that’s taking over.
seeing how broken he looks almost feels like your heart got plucked. as mean as you are or as much as you wanted to look like you don’t care, you can’t when it comes to Miguel. you love this man far too much and despite his cold cold persona, that’s a huge sweetheart underneath.
“you hurt me, Miguel.” eyes casting down the floor as you try to keep your voice low. “you threw a desk to my direction…”
he shakes his head at that, resisting the urge to cradle your cheek. “lo siento, mi amor. I didn’t mean—“
“yes i know, i heard you.” you sigh, eyes closed momentarily. “you scared me”
Miguel feels his heart breaks when he hears how your voice breaks. he carefully lifts his hand to softly palm your cheek, thumb grazing against the skin. he exhales a soft sigh when you aren’t pushing him off.
“I didn’t mean to do that to you, my love. fuck, I’ve hurt you. i will never forgive myself for that. i was supposed to be the one who protect you and i was being a huge asshole.”
“a cute one though” you pout at him,
he chuckles at that, feeling the tension between you two are finally cutting down. “you’re too sweet, baby… after all i had done to you”
“nothing compared to how you treated me for the past two and a half years.” you smile sweetly at him, hand wrapping around his wrist. feeling at home once he holds you in his palm. “still a good man.”
he shakes his head in disagreement. “no, no that doesn’t excuse it… i was in the wrong.”
you hum in response, looking at the pretty flowers still in his hand. “are those for me?”
he nods with a smile, “you’re my only woman, no?”
you bite the inside of your cheek as you smile, taking it from his grasp as you sniff the pretty petals. “i love them. thank you.”
he once again goes quiet, taking another step closer. eyes looking down at your glossy lips and he can’t take it anymore. he doesn’t care if he’s stepping boundaries here. “i miss you, cariño. can i show you just how much?”
his offer sends shiver down your spine, making it impossible for you to stand still. Miguel always knows your sweet spot, how to make your knees feel wobbly without having him to touch you.
you do miss him touching you,
“i have a ballet class to teach tomorrow, papi. Saturday morning class, you remember ?” a pout formed on your lips, yet you still allow him to pull you close to him as he closes the door behind. “plus don’t you have work too? i bet Jess needs you.”
Migue nearly growls at you calling him ‘papi’. his jeans growing tight as you look up to him with doe eyes that you know he loves. though sometimes, you don’t understand the effect you have on him.
“that can wait… you’re more important to me than anything” he whispers, giving your open hand a kiss. large palm coming down to grip your waist, giving it a light squeeze. “do you want me too?”
you respond with a slow nod, biting back a smile as you interlock your hand with his pulling him inside. his smirk grows wider as he leans over to capture your mouth in his,
“let me fuck you real good then we can come home, eh mi vida?” he promises against your lips, slipping your soft silky robe off of you before picking you up in bridal style causing to shriek and giggle,
“i wanna hear you scream my name.”
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part 2?
cockwarming miguel while he’s tinkering on one of his gadgets.
his fat cock stuffing you full. there’s a hand on your hip holding you still. as much as he wanted you to move, he had to finish what he was doing first.
miguel said he was gonna be done an hour ago but as much as you begged, he still wouldn’t move from his seat.
earlier, you had the wise idea of trying to lure him to bed with sex, but that got you stuck in your current situation; you sat all nice and pretty on his cock, face buried in his neck and fingers twisted in his hard as he tinkered away.
you were itching to move, to get any sort of friction, and miguel could tell. his hand squeezed the fat of your hip, reminding you not to squirm.
“a couple more minutes.” he said, kissing the top of your head. he sounded out of breath. you know he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, you just had to give him a little extra push.
you contracted your walls around him, squeezing his cock in a delicious way. his movement stuttered and he groaned before telling you to knock it off.
of course you wouldn’t. you needed him, and you needed him now.
squirming out of his grip, you rolled you hips against him at just the right angle where it felt amazing for the both of you.
miguel’s hands flew to your hips, grinding you down harder against him. his full attention was on you now. your fingers tightened in his hair causing him the groan out.
that was the final straw.
he swiftly pushed the rolling chair away from the desk, wrapping your legs around his waist before standing up. at least you got what you wanted (plus a little more).