Does Anyone Ever Start A Very Old Fic (currently Reading One 5 Ish Years Old), And You Wonder If The

One of the things I will always love The Amazing Spider-Man for is the movie's depiction of Flash.

Don't get me wrong, the other renditions have thier merit but consider:

When Peter just got his power, just started feeling powerfully, just became stereotypically attractive, just got his eyes fixed, just starting to get his life together, just got everything he could wish for in his analytical mind. Ben dies.

He loses another Father, no matter how inconsequential, no matter how hard he tried to do something, he missed it.

Then the whole Flash and Peter fight over 'blonde hottie' and yes cliché but,

Peter has flash by the collar, up off his feet, and is so fucking angry. At himself, at loosing, at the death, and at that greedy money hungry fighting boss but Flash says one thing.

"Makes you feel better, doesn't it?"

Something along those lines,

1- This makes Flash a complex character. Yes, he is now "the abuser becoming the abused." but it's also the complete opposite for Peter, who becomes "the abused become the abuser" and as horrid and morbid as that alone is (and as much of it is bull) it makes Flash a real fleshed out character. He isn't cracking knuckles, making bruises, drawing blood, or being harmful and angry because it's fun. It makes him feel better. It probably made the people who raised him feel better.

2- In some way or another, Flash understands pain. Whether the pain he causes or the pain of grief. And the way he copes, or uses that fear, that grief, that anger, that useless feeling of 'why didn't I stop it?' By creating more pain he can control. So Flash is sympathetic. He is giving Peter the release he needed.

3- He could have been taught this reaction. Maybe it's generational. So he sees his overworked and sad parent hurt him, or his environment and somewhere somehow it helped Flash when he did it. Maybe it's from something else, but he is creating and / or continuing a cycle of abuse.

4- [it isn't that deep, and Flash is just Sadistic and likes seeing pain.] Point still stands, but you know.

And all it took was one line.

Shiver

Yandere OC x male reader

Warnings: Yandere stuff, a tiny bit of blood, nothing really that bad yet

A/N: this is DEFINITELY not named after Shiver by Coldplay (not proofread yet)

Word count: 2.1k

It’s summer and the weather has finally cleared up. You finish zipping up your suitcase and hurrying outside. “(Name)! Hurry up or we’re leaving without ya!” Your friend Maddie calls. You roll your eyes, she was the most impatient girl ever. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, you leave the house. One of your other friends, Olivia, helps you put both things into the trunk of the van. “Hurry up everybody!” Maddie calls, getting into the driver's seat. You hop up into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. You look over at Maddie before glancing into the backseats. In the middle seats sat Liv and her boyfriend, Tommy. In the backseats sat Cassie, her boyfriend Andrew, and his friend Parker. You look back at Maddie and whisper to her, “Why’d you have to invite Cassie? All she’s gonna do is fuck Andrew.” You look back and see Parker eyeing you. Your eyes meet Maddies once more. “And Parker is still into me.” You say, hushed. Maddie rolls her eyes and puts a hand on your shoulder as she starts backing out of the driveway. “Stop being a downer and just have fun. All you do is worry, let loose for once.” She says. “Alright, our first stop is gonna be a gas station in Colorado.” Olivia says, holding a map in her hands. As the car begins driving out of town, you close your eyes, using your jacket as a blanket.

Someone is shaking you. Your eyes flutter open and you look up at Olivia in a daze. She smiles and shakes you once more. “Wake up, (Name). We’re at the gas station.” Olivia says, voice soft. You groan a bit and curl up in your seat. Liv sighs and pets your head. “Do you want me to get anything for you?” She asks. You nod sleepily, mumbling what you wanted for snacks and drinks. She nods and heads inside the gas station with everyone else.

Hours later and you all arrive at your first campsite. The night was long but fun. The next morning Maddie wakes up at dawn and yells around the camp for everyone to wake up and pack up the tents. Once everyones packed up you all get back on the road.

“Wow…I never knew Wyomming actually had a forest.” Cassie says, watching as the trees pass by. Olivia laughs with Tommy, cuddling up with each other. “There's woods EVERYWHERE dumbass.” Andrew says. “Hey, we’re reaching a gravel road, can someone else drive?” Maddie asks, pulling the van over. “Yeah.” Tommy says, already sliding the door open and hopping out. Olivia does the same and you and Maddie get out of the front seats. After you all get situated, Tommy begins driving.

“These woods are giving me the creeps…” Cassie says while playing on her phone. She groans. “There's no service out here either. Olivia, tell Tommy to get us out of this hillbilly area!” Tommy rolls his eyes. “Jesus, Cassie. Can’t you go five seconds without your phone?” Cassie scoffs at Tommy and keeps trying to get cell service. Suddenly the van runs over something. Everyone jumps and looks at each other, confused. Tommy stops the van and quickly gets out. You look at Maddie, a scared look on her face. She looks out the window and back at you. “It’s probably just a squirrel or something.” You tell her reassuringly. Tommy opens the drivers door. “Y’all might wanna see this.” He sighs. You, Olivia, and Parker all climb out of the vehicle. “What happened?” Parker asks, crossing his arms. “Well uh…” Tommy trails off, pointing at the back left tire. The tired had barbed wire stuck to it. “Holy crap…” You whisper. “Well…what do we do?” Olivia asks. Tommy looks around, scratching his head. “Uhm…maybe two of you can go and try to find a gas station or something. I mean if we keep walking in the direction we were going, we’re bound to find a shop or another person that can get us help.” He explains. You nod and grab your jacket. “I’ll go look. I need to stretch my legs anyways.” You say. Parker immediately grabs his jacket too. “I’ll come with.” He states and before you can say anything, Tommy smiles and thanks you both. He gives you both a few water bottles and some snacks. “Be safe.” He smiles. You and Parker begin walking.

It’s probably at least been an hour since the two of you started walking. It was all still woods and hot out. Parker stops walking and squints his eyes. You look at him, confused, before following his gaze. “I think it’s a gas station or somethin’...” Parker mutters, rubbing his eyes. “Well let’s go to it.” You reply, starting to walk once more. Parker grabs your hand, holding you in place. “Somethin’ don’t feel right…” He says again. You sigh. Sure you were a paranoid guy, but Parker was a whole different level of paranoid. “It’ll be fine. You’ve been watching those creepy videos all day.” You assure him, pulling his arm.

Soon you reach the building. It was a small auto or body shop. The garage door was open and the store door was propped open with a rock, an open sign hung on the doorknob. You can hear loud rock music playing from inside. You both walk up to the garage door. “Uh, hello?” You call out. There's no answer. “I told you this ain’t right…” Parker mumbles, crossing his arms. “Let's just go.” Parker says, upset. When you turn around you’re met face to face with a man. You let out a scream and Parker backs up. The man just smirks, taking a drag of a cigarette. “Sorry for scaring ya, pretty boy.” He then looks at Parker, still smirking but you swear that for a second, a look of anger is in his eyes. You quickly step between the two. “Sorry for bothering you, sir. You see, me and my friends are on a road trip but we ran over barbed wire and so we now need a new tire. Do you think we could buy one?” You ask calmly. The man's eyes light up again. “Well of course, cutie. I’ll get you and your friend what y’all need.” You smile. “Thank you, so much. Really, you’re a lifesaver. The man chuckles and shakes his head. “I ain’t that at all.” He says, turning and walking into the shop. You’re about to follow him, but Parker stops you. “I’ll buy the tire…just stay out here.” You nod and watch as he follows the man.

It’s been a few minutes and you’ve already gotten restless. You look at the mountains in the distance, they looked more than beautiful. Looking around, you spot a trailer home a bit more in the woods, only a small ways away from the shop. You can see a mini log cabin dog house in the yard by the steps and walk over. You crouch and look inside the dog house, seeing if you could find the pup. All that sits in there is a bone and a tennis ball. You smile and grab the ball before standing up and looking around. “Here puppy! Come here!” You call out, holding out the ball, hoping the dog is nearby. You let out a whistle, “Come here puppy!” You were about to give up on looking when something bumped into you. You practically jumped and immediately looked around before seeing a saint Bernard sniffing your shoes. You grin and crouch down, holding out your hand. The dog sniffs it before giving a small chuff.

“Here boy, you wanna play?” You ask, holding up the ball. The dog tilts his head and wags his tail. You throw the ball across the yard and watch as the huge dog bounds after it, letting out a bark. Suddenly, a hand claps onto your shoulder. You let out a scream and turn around and meet eyes with Parker. “(Name), what the hell are you doing?” He hisses out. You shrug and point at the dog. “Playing.” Parker just looks at you with an unamused face. “Playing?” He asks, scowling at you. “Leave the thing, it probably has fleas or some weird disease.” Parker grunts, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to the auto shop. “Parker, what the hell?!” You argue. Parker spins around and places both hands on your shoulders. “Listen,” he begins, voice hushed, “This guy is a weirdo, okay? He’s charging a hundred fifty for a new tire and my cell doesn’t work out here and I’m guessing yours doesn’t either.” He looks over his shoulder and looks back at you. “He has a phone in the shop. You call Olivia and see if she or anybody else can get out here, okay? I’m gonna try and a lower price on the tire.” You sigh, “Parker, stop acting like this guy is some killer. It’s irrational.” You state, crossing your arms. Parker rolls his eyes and walks back into the shop.

“Hey man, can we use your phone?” Parker asks. The mechanic grins and shakes his head. “Phones broken. But the one in my house works, I’ll take ya to it.” He says, wiping oil off of his pants. As he takes you to the house, you stop by the dog house, looking for the Saint Bernard again. “Ya lookin’ for Bo?” The mechanic chuckled. You nod. “Why don’t you find Bo and I’ll help your friend with the phone, yeah?” He says, going up the trailer home’s front stairs. “Are you sure? I mean, I should probably go with you, Parker.” Parker shakes his head, “I’ll be fine.” You give another nod. “Uh, by the way, what’s your name?” Parkers asks the mechanic. The man smiles. “Rusty, Rusty Smith.” He says, holding out his hand to Parker. The two shake hands and you watch as they disappear into the home.

You begin towards the treeline, calling for Bo. You spot the dog and he barks at you before running into the woods. “Wait!” You shout, running after the dog. You run through the woods, leaves and bushes occasionally scraping your arms and legs. Bo keeps stopping and letting you get close before bounding off again. You groan, beginning to get out of breath, but you still follow the dog.

The sun is setting now and you finally catch up to Bo. You smile and bend down to give him pets. Bo licks your face and gives a small bark. You stand up and look around, realizing that you don’t know which way you had come from. You look at the setting sun and begin to grow anxious. You’re in the middle of the woods, alone, and with no sense of direction. A small breeze causes you to shiver, your tank top and shorts not doing much to keep you warm. “Shit…” You mutter to yourself. You look down at Bo, maybe he would know the way back? Bo begins walking and you follow him. After a few minutes the beam of a flashlight cuts through the night. You shield your eyes and Bo lets out a bark before bounding to whoever was holding the flashlight. You timidly walk over to the figure before it speaks. “There ya are pretty boy.” Rusty chuckles out, moving the beam of the flashlight. You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought I was gonna be lost out here forever!” You say, not noticing the now dried blood on Rusty’s forearms. Rusty chuckles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Well, it’s a good thing Bo was with ya. Let’s get ya back to safety.” He says before beginning to walk.

After what seemed like forever, you finally made it back to Rustys shop. It was probably 10 pm by now and you let out a stifled yawn. “Ya tired?” Rusty asks. You nod. “Well you can sleep in my bed and I’ll stay on the couch, yeah?” He states, opening the home's door. “What about Parker?” You question, looking around for any signs of him. “Oh, he left after you went off to find Bo. He said you probably went back so he left too.” Rusty explains, but you swear you see this sinister look in his eyes. “But…Parker wouldn’t do that…” You respond, beginning to get upset at the fact that Parker had just up and left. Rusty sighs and pats your shoulder. “Told him to just wait. C’mon, let’s get ya some dinner and some rest and then I’ll take ya to your friends tomorrow morning.” You smile at his words and follow him inside.

Yeah I’ll drink to that

Ok, I OD a while back and haven't had the time or the mental to post/write anything. But but but but you can blame rodolfoparras for this. Love thier work and all their cute cat pics!!

Old man Price, who starts wearing reading glasses from all the damage to his retna. He's kinda insecure about it, but when he sees how clear your blush is when he wears them?

He will just be between your thighs one night, breath way too hot, with those damn glasses still on because,

"I need to see you Love. Can't do that without 'em."

And he does, he wants to look at every shudder, and the way your lips try to hold those particularly embarrassing moans becuase fuck is Price good at sucking your sould out of your dick.

Can't stop thinking about Ghost saying

"Bark for me boy"

so that's now cannon.

Cant stop thinking about the COD men interaction with a K-9 unit reader who copies their K-9 partners noises.

Everything from growling with the hound to whining or even having dog like mannerisms you know?

<if anyone want to write this while my slow ass is still typing, please go for it!!!!>

In case anyone wanted to know.

Many Nazi's and white supremacists have dog whistles or 'tells' that they can use to find or show others of thier views.

Theres a website that archives these. It's called the hate symbol data base. Aka ADL

Find it here.

Be aware and look out, cuz yeah. Growing up around these kind of bigots are horrid. So here.

Aphla_Werewolf_[Lucas]_×_male_reader_

Good boy~

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</T|W> slight dub-con or no explicitly stated consent, senting, a/b/o style rut, edging, riding, multiple rounds, depiction of slight injuries, and thier healing.

</C|W> Smutt this time :p, bottom oc werewolf, top amab reader,

Lucas had come in with a dislocated shoulder and some nasty scrapes. Come to think of it, a lot of the wolves had been showing up with these kind of scuff marks.

You didn't really ask. Just patched them up, but if someone would know and wouldn't care that, it's you asking. It would be Lucas.

As you lifted his wrist, warned him of the pain, with a flat palm against his collar bone just over the dislocated socket. A quick shove and slight twist of his wrist had the joint back in place if a little sore.

His breath hitches with the movement, and he holds onto the coat you use with treating wounds. His hands cramping as he grips onto the stained fabric, holding you there to ride out the pain with his forehead resting gently on your sternim. The puffing breaths shifted the loose shirt under him while you ready the disinfectant over his shoulder.

That's another thing the wolves have taken to. Touch.

Any of the 'pack' as you call them would negate any distance and practically beg you for some form of skin contact. You weren't sure why, but you knew that's how familial relationships are stabilized.

Lucas was the only one to hold on. Or hold you there. Every other wolf would just brush up against you and then let you step back.

"You know."

He looked up at you, his chin resting on your sternum. Eyes looking a little to dilated for the adrenaline drop he should be in now.

"I've seen your groupies more often this week."

"Sorry." His arms wind tighter round ypur waist. Not even pouting about the name-calling. "Lots of the pups are going through the 'fight for my mate' phase of growing up."

"Thought that was just a wives tail."

"Nope very real."

"And they need some big strong Alpha to break it up?"

This odd rumble vibrates against your chest. It's almost enough to distract you from patching his spine up.

"I'm more to stop the ones that go past just play fighting."

"I need to clean your neck. And well, the other cuts." You pause when those same dark eyes flicker up to you. Clearly, you weren't clear enough.

"You need to move, so I can help you."

"Help sounds nice."

"Yes so move"

Lucas only shuffles back, unlooping his arms but still holding on to you. Forcing you to kneel down so you could actually clean and tape the wounds he came here for.

Those ink filled eyes still stare as you start on the cuts along his ribs and chest. Hardly flinching when the antiseptic cuts through the dried blood, and you have to push against him to stop the renewed bleeding. His pupils almost seem blown, and the scientist in you wonders if this fight for a mate actually releases a hormorn that keeps his eyes like that.

It's almost like he's looking at the prize of the fights that's been happening. Well, you haven't seen any of the disputes, displays, whatever they really are. So you can speculate their use.

"All done," with a pat to his chest, to pull his attention back from the dazed look he has. "Anything else? Or are there more."

"I don't know. I don't think you're done."

"What? Did I miss anything?"

"Yeah,"

Lucas smirks, leaning back on his hands. Shirt right there at the end of the table, but he refuses to put it on.

"I need a kiss to make it better"

Red flushes all through your neck and up your ears, eyes going wide. This was just a joke right?

But you leaned down, hovering just a breath from him. It was almost serene. Just standing there in the cold open room, this thick emotion hanging off the air between you and him.

Lucas was the one to break the quiet moment.

The split skin of his lip was near sharp as he kissed you, just a soft press at first. But then you lean up against him. Feeling every breath he took with the rise or fall of his chest against yours. His skin radiating heat like a furnace.

Those ruff hands gliding up, under your work coat to trace your jaw and settle along your neck. That same rumbling noise vibrating agaisnt you as he growls.

Some wolves can growl as a sign of playfulness, a fake growl for lack of a better term. It's more a tease or verbal invite to play. And he keeps growling as he pulls you impossibly closer. Arching up into you, just to grumble louder.

The old and ratty matris you use for the more hurt patients, bending under your weight. Lucas opens his eyes to stare at you with a golden ring, elipsing lust blown pupils. Fangs nip ever so softly over your lips and toungs, with soothing kisses placed after the harder nicks.

Must be the full moon looming to rise at the end of the week, amoslt two days of hyper wolves apparently now fighting to prove their love.

As if sensing your distraction, Lucas hauls you up, dropping you beneath him. Those ruff hands are still tracing any link to skin it can find along any gap between your waist and shirt. Happily feeling over the scars he watched you patch up. Panting down your throat between taking your breath away with each searing kiss.

Straddling your thighs, striping your jacket, and shirt with rushed movements. Leading your own hands to his skin, begging in all but words for you to touch. Careful of the buises, you hear those playful growls start up. Now you can feel it vibrate in his chest against yours.

The air around you in this old place warming with each brush of hands, or roll of hips. It's burning this feeling of lust deeper into your soul than you thought would still be possible.

He's careful of the claws dawning his fingers when tracing the skin under your belt. Easily catching on the fabric and forcing you to detangle him from it.

When you've both shed the last layers, you start to realize why his pack mates jokingly call him Alpha.

All it takes is one slip of your fingers over his waist, against his spine, and he's practically presenting for you. Back dropping down so he could roll his ass back into your hands.

"Please."

Lucas laps his ruff tongue over your throat. Chasing the beating pulse thundering away under it, a thick fur scratching at your thighs.

Seems he's partially shifted. Ears replaced by his canine form, tail flopping over your knuckles as you need the muscle under it. But..

There was this. Fairy tail, of sorts.

It was some girl who would brag about her partners in bed. But if what she says is true.

"Hmm, that feels good."

Bingo.

"You're very good at this."

His tail does wag when complemented. Good to know.

It's just the simple sway the end, but maybe.

There's a simple lubricant in the top draw, and an audible thumping follows your breach of him. It's almost distracting, but none the less adorable.

With your dick now fucking up into him, rendering his mind completely blank besides those breathless little noises that he can't seem to keep in.

All it takes is him rolling his hips back into you for it to finally gain a rhythm. And for you to say,

"Fuck. You feel amazing."

The sudden moan and long whimper had almost worried you, and yet he clamped up like a vice. His dick jumping in time with his heart rate so, so close.

One hand on his throat, and the other rubbing along the base of his tail, you methodically take him apart. Finding every spot that makes his gasp, every angle that makes his back draw tight or mouth hang open, every place to scratch raised red marks, suck darling bruises. All of it.

You keep him lost in the pleasure but never enough to cum, even when hes close its easy to pull at his hair, scratch at his hips, to keep him feeling good. But not enough.

Right when you know you have him on the edge, right when you know he's desperate enough to listen.

"Good boy"

Lucas practically locks up. His orgasm rushed through him without any warning, his own cum dripping past his jaw and neck. Breath ragged, although he can't be to worn out.

As his tail still thumps against the inside of your thigh. Eyes practically glazed over before he started moving again.

"Just like that." You comand into his ear, watching it flick with the ghost of your breath against it, "good boy~"

Well, turns out the pain I'm in isn't normal...

I'm going into theater today. So they can check if it is what we think it is.

I swear I'm abt to throw hands if the fem writers didn't even put the genders reader. I ALWAYS GET THOSE "good girl" IM NOT JUST PLEASE PUT THE READER'S DAMN GENDER YOU MOTHERFUCKER GOD. OR PUT IT IN THE DAMN TAGS YOU MOTHERFUCKER BUT YOU JUST PUT "genshin x reader" <- this is an example. DIDNT EVEN PUT GENSHIN X FEMALE READER OR GENSHIN X MALE READER. AND WHEN IT COMES TO GN READER, I SAW A GN READER AND SAYS "no pronouns used" AND PROCEEDS TO USE SHE/HER AND GOOD GIRL.

request:

reader jokingly puts a bell on miguel o’hara since he approaches so quietly he tends to startle you and the other spiders. he tolerates it because the humor improves work morale

little did he know that the bell will be jingling all night as you fuck him mercilessly

𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x miguel o'hara

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab! reader, bottom! miguel, public blowjob, anal sex, saliva used as a lubricant, consensual suffocation, breath play, implied reader being a spider. minors dni.

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 my archive of editable images of miguel is over, accept this random edit then. I used a lot of words that I don't know very well, so please let me know if I've used something wrong

It was hard to hear anything but the unbearable jingling of the silver bell reverberating through his sensitive hearing; the little ball of iron inside the round shape swayed with fairy clinks where it was attached to the leather strap that tightened around his neck. A joke, had been how Miguel interpreted the unusual gift you said laughing that it was to know when he approached. A lame joke, but still, he let you close the noisy choker around his neck and accepted the kiss you pressed against his lips pursed in annoyance.

During the day, when the spiders shared laughter and a fun that Miguel didn't understand at the gift you gave him, Miguel hadn't paid attention to how the choker tightened his neck, how it accompanied the rise and fall of his throat ─ that he only noticed when you had him on his knees in a blind spot inside the Spider Society tower, and at the risk of being overheard by all nosy and curious spiders, pressed your cock deep into his tight throat until Miguel gasped and struggled for breath, bell rattling violently. The choker felt like your hands squeezing his neck.

After that, the ringing of the silver bell brought a faraway look that no one understood to his face, no one but you. He was remembering that moment, remembering your cock straining his mouth and the sounds you made each time his fangs grazed your cock, the danger of the act that was enough to make you both come, quickly. He found himself unable to get rid of the accessory.

And Miguel was aware of your eyes fixed on his neck as he spoke. Hypnotized. And he would be lying if he said he didn't know what was coming next.

The bell sounded like a drum as you smacked him against the front door of the apartment before Miguel could even close it. You demanded his attention, ravaging his mouth with symbolic violence and sweet urgency, tearing the civilian clothes Miguel wore until they were mere scraps of rags lying on the floor. All this so you could get your hands on his bare skin, map out the scars, the muscles firm and strong and his cock already eagerly hard for you.

You always seemed to want him so badly that it never ceased to amaze him.

You grabbed his bare thighs and lifted him into the air, pressing his back against the rickety door. As if he weighed nothing. Your strength would always surprise you, not because there wasn't someone stronger than Miguel or unable to take him down with pure physical strength, but because you never used your strength to hurt him, you treated him as something fragile and that should be taken care of.

And when the hurried stretching of his hole left him panting and clinging to you, silently begging for more through his grunts and moans and gasps, you kissed him and using only saliva to facilitate penetration, you slid your cock inside him.

The slide knocked the breath out of Miguel's lungs, the friction undiminished by the makeshift lubrication leaving him feeling every delicious inch of your cock opening in his flesh, demanding space.

Lips against his, even though you weren't kissing anymore and the hand that wasn't holding him high, closing around his neck just inches away from the choker, you started fucking him hard against the door. The bell reverberated with a loud bang, swaying along with your movements in and out of his ass and that was all Miguel could concentrate on: the stretching, the burning still there, the sound of the damn bell.

Miguel's eyes rolled back, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks and he searched for air, desperately gasped for oxygen ─ and you didn't have to look at his face to know it, the divine image of open mouth and spittle running down his chin; you could feel his throat rippling under your grip, heartbeat fluttering beneath your fingers. The leather strap there, close to your hand, seemed to become tighter, reflecting the pressure imposed by your fingers.

Miguel was shaking now, talons drawing blood from your shoulders, legs gripping around your waist, unable to move, unable to get away from the deep thrusts he could feel in his stomach or the bell that deafened his senses. He couldn't breathe.

White filled his vision and Miguel gasped as the oxygen suddenly handed back to him, the thud of his head hitting the door a distant sound. Maybe he came, maybe he passed out for a few seconds in your arms, but it didn't matter, he knew you were far from done with him.