gojo loves making you cry (smut, dacryphilia, overstimulation)
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“oh baby I know” gojo coos, smirking almost devilishly as he holds you down by your waist.
your annoyingly smug boyfriend has been pounding you for what has felt like hours… making you cum 5, 8, 10, 12, 25 times? you don’t know. youve lost count.
by the (probably) 4th orgasm, salty tears started to fall down your face, overwhelmed from the overstimulation. it felt so good, he felt so good. almost too good.
unfortunately (fortunately) for you, crying only fueled gojo’s lust further. he gripped you harder, slammed his cock into you relentlessly, and groaned as you sobbed.
“am I a sadist?” he thinks to himself each time, unable to pinpoint exactly what it is that makes your desperate wailing so arousing. is it the fact that you clearly feel good? or maybe it’s your pretty face? big glossy eyes, flushed cheeks, parted lips. oh how cute you are, especially when you sniffle. maybe it’s your nails digging into his back? or how damn tight you are?
actually, it’s everything.
or just you.
gojo thrusts over and over, his hand slowlyyy reaching down to rub circles on your wet clit, making your head spin.
“mm—mph! so—so muchh ‘toru!” you whine, squirming when he goes impossibly deeper.
“so pretty baby… so cute.” he praises, practically hypnotized by the sight of you fucked-out beneath him. but you barely hear him, mind fuzzy as the heat builds in your stomach once more.
he sighs, admiring your tearful and flustered expression, practically moaning as he watches your watery eyes roll back for what seemed like thousandth time.
a heavy hand rests on your forehead, the ramming of his cock just barely slowing down, “one more, baby? just wanna keep watching that cute face…”
Colston is the best and fully takes care of you. Everything from cuddling, massages, cleaning up messes you two make, and even washing your hair in the shower. He may be a menace on the field, but could be unbelievably gentle with you. The most important part to him though, is checking how you feel mentally, especially after particularly intense nights.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
Colston has always been an ass man. Keeping his hands on your curves as much as possible, and always asking you to ride him reverse cowgirl so he can watch your ass. But what really breaks him are your eyes. All it takes is a sharp look to have him hard for you, and you take full advantage of it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):
Colston is obsessed with seeing his cum on your body. It doesn't matter where. Your face, breast, stomach, or ass. Seeing you covered in his cum makes him instantly hard again, ready to cover you more.
D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs):
Colston loves making love to your sleepy body. He felt slightly ashamed of it at first, but he can't help it, and you never minded. You always look so peaceful and beautiful with the morning light outlining your curves, it gets him everytime. Especially if you had only slept in underwear, he'll easily slide them to the side, pressing into you gently. Even while sleeping, your body was always ready for him. When you finally start to wake, he pulls you closer, "I got you beautiful, just rest."
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):
Colston has had a few relationships and regular hookups, but you don't judge each other's past. Although, he does remind you that you're his now. The very first time you had sex he told you "You're mine babygirl, gonna fuck you until you only remember my name."
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):
Reverse Cowgirl. You let Colston record a short video of you in that position to have on the road with him. He loves watching you take his cock, dripping down his length as your ass bounced, hearing that faint whine of his name when he pushed up into you deeper.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):
Colston's favorite thing in the world is making you laugh. You share the occasional laugh during sex, but mostly sex was heated and intense with the laughing coming after.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):
Colston is a pretty boy that cares about the appearance of his whole body, and keeps all his hair well groomed and neat. He knows you love finding his skin smooth and hair freshly trimmed, it makes you suck him off even better.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):
Colston is a cheesy romantic, and you honestly love it. Unless you have been pushing him to flip that switch, he's a gentle giant. He handles you like glass, always making sure your comfortable and telling you how perfect you are to him.
J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon):
Colston would only jack off for two reasons.
1. To make sure he doesn't cum quick after he hasn't seen you during an away stretch. He'll get off quickly in the shower before ever touching you, never wanting to leave you disappointed.
2. When you call him late at night, after he's alone in his hotel room, listening to your sweet little sounds as you pleasure yourself because you couldn't cum without hearing his voice. "Cole, I miss you." You would always start, letting him know you were needy for him. He'd talk you through touching yourself or even using a vibrator. His fist would inevitably end up wrapped tight around his cock, pumping hard as his deep voice guided you. "You're doing so good, baby girl. Keep rubbing your pretty clit for me. I promise I'm going to take care of you when I get home, gonna make you cum on this dick until you're crying for it."
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) :
Colston loves when you're a brat. When you get that attitude and keep pushing him until he finally pins you against a wall. When he tells you to behave, and you say "make me" with that knowing smirk just so he'll fuck all the attitude out of you. You could definitely ask for it, but what's the fun in that?
L = Location (favorite places to do the do):
Anywhere public. The rush of sneaking you around a corner, sliding his long fingers into your underwear in a restaurant booth, or putting you on your knees in an elevator made him feral. Both of you craved the thrill of possibly getting caught. He loved getting to tell you "Look at you. You'd let me fuck you anywhere - wouldn't you, beautiful?"
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Everything about you drives him insane. Your eyes, laugh, curves, voice, bedhead, and all the other little things you don't know that you do. He says it's your fault he's always horny.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
Spanking. You and Colston are pretty experimental but spanking you was a hard limit for him. He would be rough, light choking and even restraints were okay, but he refused to ever lay a hand on you in that way.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Colston would die a happy man suffocated between your legs. He loved having you sit on his face, licking and sucking until you couldn't help but to fully ride his tounge. You never only came once, and you were lucky if he only make you cum twice. Because once your legs started giving out above him, sobbing from multiple orgasms already, he would only flip you to your back. Getting right back to work with his skillful tounge, even spelling his name against your clit just to remind you that you're his.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Colston's pace changed depending on the mood. He loved taking his time, adoring your body, and letting you know how much he cared. He also loved bending you over, taking you hard and fast when needed. You felt safe either way.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Colston doesn't like a quickie, and would much rather take his time with you. If you ever do have a quickie, it's just the first round of many for that day.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Colston loves trying new things with you, especially things you've never done before. Everything from new positions, toys, or locations, he loved it all. You and Colston agreed on a try most things atleast once, and have enjoyed checking things off that list.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):
He's a 21 year old athlete. Unless he's hurt from playing, he'd fuck you all day if you let him. It takes you at least half a day to recover after he kept you up for hours, wanting round after round.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):
You had a few vibrators and dildos before you and Colston started dating. One night, while helping you reorganize your room, Colston found your hidden box. He practically begged you to show him how you liked to use them. Since then, he loves using toys on you, making you squirm from the overstimulation until you cried for him to fuck you. Together, you plan to expand your collection and try new toys, even for him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
Colston is a master at teasing, and teasing you is one of his favorite pass times. On his off days he would spend all day teasing you, in private or public, didn't matter. Never fully giving you what you wanted, until you were a needy mess for him that night.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Colston loved to talk, especially dirty. He never got too loud, knowing his deep voice carried. But he knew what his voice did, and used it as a lethal weapon, with constant filthy praise and low groans near your ear.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):
Cockwarming with Colston after a rough loss:
He got home and didn't say a word, just pulled you into his broad chest and held you until he felt like the world wasn't closing in on him anymore. He only wanted to shower and hold you. Colston took a quick shower and crawled into bed, sliding against your back side with his arms wrapped tightly at your waist. You were prepared for whatever came next - tears, anger, self blaming, whatever it was you were here. But what he asked for surprised you. "Can I just stay inside and hold you?" He asked, his voice weak in your ear. You only nod and work to remove your bottoms as he did the same. He cuddled back against you, and then gently brought his head to your entrance, pushing in slowly. He groaned softly, his shoulders instantly feeling lighter. You gasp once he's fully in, forcing yourself to not move against him. Your bodies finally adjusted and a calm fell over the room, it didn't feel sexual, only full and intimate. "Thank you" He whispered into your hair. You responded by holding his hand tighter. You were his escape, his safe place, his home.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):
You knew Colston's confidence had to come from somewhere, and the first time you saw him naked you found out exactly where. He was well endowed to say the least, not so much that sex was painful, but borderline. He was already sculpted like a Greek God, with muscles and veins that made you weak, having that to go along just seemed like overkill.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Through the roof. He really would make love to you constantly if he could. Even when he wasn't with, you would get random text messages all the time:
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
After Colston took care of you, he would pass out. It never failed, your pussy would put him straight to sleep, and you never let him forget it.
!!age gap, dad figures, daddy issues, your ex still loves you, minors DNI!!
~You break in your ex boyfriend’s penthouse, and he is proud, such a good girl showing your skills to him.~
You and Raymond had, well, a common past-as you call it. He was your first everything-sexual partner, love, kiss, stalker, dad…- and Ray was the one who lead you in all sorts of illegal stuff-dirty money, weapons... Bringing you everywhere he could, especially during meetings with mafia’s leaders.
But thanks to him you became the smartest and most efficient hacker, he bought you the best hacking’s classes as he knew it was your dream. And he’d have done anything for you, his little princess…
But it’s been years since you last saw him. You two got separated cause people started understanding that the well known Raymond Reddington had a soft spot for a cute little thing. Even though he loved you more than anything, being away from you tore him apart, but he had to do it. Cause he would never have survived your death.
But he hadn’t told you the whole story. Just left you behind, without words being said. So you cried, cried and cried, till you hated him-that what you forced yourself to believe, that you hate him. But deep down you know that’s fake…
Anyway, right now, you needed him. You might have betrayed people mafia who’ve asked for your services, and they might’ve threaten to kill you. Only Reddington could stop them. You threw your pride away, and break in his current penthouse. If you gotta ask him a favor, at least show him who’s boss.
His penthouse was known to be one of the safest, but you managed to break in anyway. You are the smartest, remember? Oh I bet Raymond will be so proud of you.
For now, you are wondering in his big living room, caressing book shelves, go through his desk -finding a small picture of you in his cigar’s box…
As you are waiting, you lay on his luxurious sofa, spilling it’s favorite whiskey on it-without doing it on purpose, obviously. Oh! So clumsy of you!
Finally, he cames back home. And your breath shakes at how he hasn’t changed from all theses years, except for some wrinkles on his forehead…
He is not alone, a man -with a beretta tugged on his waistband- and a woman -who seems to be your age- are with him. Your frown, who is she? You always have been possessive of Raymond, he is Your Ray after all…
Once they spot you, the man immediately points the beretta towards you. Raymond force him to lower his gun. And you smile. You smile cause you know you are still the man’s soft spot. The photo you found earlier is a proof of that. So whoever that woman might be, she is not more important than you, and that’s all that matters for you.
« Hi Ray-baby » you said sarcastically, love mixed with hatred.
« Hi sugar, it’s been a while since i’ve- »
« Shut up » you got up, hating how you’re still febrile to his voice. « I want your help. » you try to keep your head and pride up.
« Want? » he smirks, smug, walking towards you.
« …need »
« I am impressed how you got here sweetie. A little thing like you managed to knock out my soldiers. Such a good girl using my tricks against me.» He seemed really happy, sitting on the armchair in front of you, legs crossed. « Why do you need me for? »
« I’ve betrayed mafias, they want me dead. » you say lowly like a child confessing her fooleries.
«That’s on you. Haven’t I taught you loyalty sweet thing? » you look at him with your doe eyes, hoping it’s still his weakness. And it is.
Would u be willing to do like a Supervillain (m) x (f) hero forced marriage trope where he's totallyyyyy obsessed n in love w her (ENEMIES (TO HER) TO LOVERS
(here's the simple only ask version u said 😌)
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Hi Tulip Anon, thanks for doing that for me! I had a lot of fun writing this request, here you go! It is pretty long, so I put most of it under the cut!
With This Ring…
“No.” Hero said, her shock overriding her anger.
Supervillain looked up from where he was on one knee, holding out the unopened ring box.
“Hero, I know you don’t want this, but please think about it-”
“No! Not now, not ever. Not if my life depended on it!”
Supervillain gave her a sad yet amused look, almost like she had made some dark joke at his expense. He stood and began to close the distance between them. Hero stumbled back, trying to summon her power. Her back hit the wall before any ice crystals could form.
“You’re so tired, aren’t you?” Supervillain muttered, mostly to himself.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and Hero flinched. Supervillain withdrew his hand, remembering himself.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
His eyes scanned her up and down, taking note of every injury.
“You’re hurt as well,” he remarked.
“Well, whose fault is that!?” Hero demanded, “your whole family is a bunch of murdering monsters! I’d bet at least fifty percent of the crime in this city is because of you!”
“Eighty-five percent,” Supervillain corrected, “I plan to talk to my family, but I can’t protect you unless this happens.”
Without warning, he held the ring box up to her face and opened it. A puff of strong gas assaulted her face. She gasped despite herself.
“What was that!?” Hero asked.
Her wide eyes blinked rapidly to clear her blurring vision.
“I am sorry, Hero; this is the only way,” Supervillain said.
He had the nerve to look genuinely apologetic.
Hero formed a shield of ice, if only to put some distance between her and the crime lord. Supervillain sighed, stepping to the side and reaching for her from behind the shield.
“Get back!” Hero slurred, “get…away from me…”
Supervillain caught her when she fell. The shield shattered into slush on the ground; it wasn’t nearly as cold as it should’ve been. Hero felt the world tilt on its axis as her legs and back found support from Supervillain’s arms. Curse his strength. She’d have preferred if he’d dropped her.
“It’s going to be all right,” he said softly.
…
Hero wasn’t sure when she blacked out. She tried to sit up as she rubbed her eyes. The pounding behind them was the first clue she was actually awake. She had been having odd dreams, snippets of things she could barely remember. There was a white dress… a church… Supervillain…
Supervillain!
Hero bolted upright, crying out when she did so.
“Stop! You’re still hurt, foolish thing,” a familiar voice chided.
She felt Supervillain’s strong arms guide her weak body back down.
She waited for her vision to clear properly. She looked up at a tall canopy over a ridiculously soft bed.
“I want to sit up,” Hero said quietly.
“I’ll help you.”
The world went by in a rush, and before she knew it, she was propped up against fluffy, silk pillows. She put a hand to her aching head.
“What happened?” she asked, “what did you do?”
She felt something cold against her head, but it wasn’t her skin. No, this seemed to be something attached to her finger, something that wasn’t there before. She pulled her hand away. Her brows knitted together at what she saw there.
A simple platinum band, along with the biggest, most resplendent diamond ring she had ever seen. She might as well have been wearing a boulder. The engagement ring was also comprised of platinum, and it was just the right hue to agree with her cool skin tone.
She turned to Supervillain, who sported a deep blue bathrobe of velvet and silk. He lay next to her on the bed.
She smacked him. It would’ve been so easy for him to dodge, as her movements were quite sluggish, but he took the hit anyway.
“What. Did. You. Do.” She demanded.
“I expected that you wouldn’t remember,” Supervillain said, “Hero, I am so sorry. There was no other way. This is not how I wanted this day to go.”
He held up a marriage license, with both of their signatures on it; Hero’s in particular had uncharacteristically sloppy handwriting, as though the signer could barely hold the pen up when she made it.
“We never consummated anything,” he said suddenly, “I would never touch you in that way… unless you asked.”
Hero’s rage at the document swallowed her relief from the statement. She took the marriage license, freezing it brittle. She shattered it into snowflakes.
“That was a copy,” Supervillain said, “we’ve made many.”
“I did not consent to this!” Hero shouted, “how did you even get the pastor to do it!?”
“As you are already aware, my family has control of the courts,” Supervillain said, “it was easy to do. And it wasn’t that difficult to find a corrupt religious official.”
Icy tears brimmed in Hero’s eyes.
“Why?”
“It was the only way.”
“You keep saying that!” Hero shouted through the lump in her throat, “what do you mean!? Why was it the only way!? Why couldn’t you just leave me alone!?”
“You were going to die, Hero!”
Hero recoiled. Supervillain hadn’t raised his voice once since this ordeal started, but now that he had… Hero wasn’t at all ready for it.
It was some time before either of them spoke. Hero’s tears streamed freely down her face in the silence. She wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but she didn’t want to hear him yell again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Supervillain said, taking a deep breath, “…it’s only been a week since we’ve taken over the whole country. My uncle put a hit out on you. You were the family’s top priority. Orders were to eliminate on sight. But the one rule in our family is… don’t hurt family. We swear by that rule, even if it’s family by marriage.”
“You married me… to save me?” Hero asked.
Supervillain cautiously stretched his hand forward, settling a few inches over Hero’s. When she didn’t fight or flinch, he took it and rubbed circles into it.
“I love you, Hero, but contrary to what you think, I’m not a monster. I’d never take it this far unless your life depended on it.”
Hero’s cheeks flushed pink. She only half-registered the bulk of Supervillain’s words; everything after “I love you” went in one ear and out the other.
“But I’m horrible to you,” Hero said quietly.
“Not always,” Supervillain said, “I’ve wanted to court you for months now, but our lines of work always created… complications.”
“I’ve been trying to land you in jail, and you’ve been trying to kill me.”
“Defeat you,” Supervillain corrected, “discourage you, dissuade you, but never kill you. Our family admires how you fight most criminals, it’s just, you got in our way one too many times.”
Hero sucked in a shuddering breath.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“I’m going to present you to my family as my wife. Only some of them made it to the wedding; it was fairly last-minute. You need only love me in public. Behind closed doors, you can do as you wish. If… if you would rather that I stay away from you, I will within reason.”
“Within reason?”
“I wouldn’t trust even my own bodyguards with you,” he said, “as your husband, I am your protector, and I intend to fulfill that role.”
Hero’s mind swam in an ocean of thoughts and feelings. Supervillain loved her? Why? How? For how long? How did she feel about that? About him? She hated him, right? That was why her stomach was swirling and her heart was beating out of her chest. Out of hatred, of course. Above all though, what was going to happen to her now?
23M looking for low-pressure 21+ OC x OC roleplay on Discord! I love OOC chatter, and I'm super flexible with reply length and frequency. Too busy for novella responses? No problem! Verbose and invested in the plot? Awesome! Somewhere in the middle? Perfectly fine with me! NSFW and/or dead dove themes welcome and encouraged.
The character I want to use is tall, brooding, and dangerous. Regardless of the setting, he serves as a loyal weapon for those with authority over him — an unstoppable force hired to get his hands dirty on another's behalf. Quiet yet intense with a seemingly endless drive, he does his job well. Outwardly, he's almost entirely unemotional, but entombed deep within is obsession. He keeps his thoughts and feelings to himself as much as he can help it. He's bisexual and open to MxF, MxM, MxNB, etc. Potential opposites: an employer, a colleague, a target, an innocent stranger, you name it! Let's cook together! 🍳
If he doesn't strike your fancy, I also have several other characters, and I'm totally down for multimusing 🫶
If you are okay with writing this, do you think you can write a Miguel x F!Reader (whose a Spider) oneshot where Miguel finds out the reader is pregnant due to his hearing, and the reader reveals she kept it a secret because she didn’t know how to tell him.
Not Meant To Hear Yet.
summary: Miguel had came back from a meeting with the spider-society and overheard you panicking in you’re shared bathroom. He continued to overheard something he wasn’t meant to hear yet…
characters: Miguel O’Hara. Jessica Drew.
warnings: crying. reader having a panic attack. angst. implied smut. little love confession.
This was not what you wanted to happen, you didn’t want a to have a child this young. You were 24, your boyfriend of 4 years, 27. And a couple months ago, you’d found out you were pregnant. At first you didn’t believe it, until all the test you took all came back positive. You didn’t want this, well you did want a child, just not this early..
And how were you going to tell Miguel this, you were sure he wouldn’t take the news good. You’d thought at the time you were for sure on the birth control..
He was at a ‘meeting’ with some members from the spider-society while you decided on staying home. After he left you did your normal routine, house chores, out chores. Miguel always insisted that you didn’t have to do that whenever you stayed home, he didn’t want you to be worked up and more tired then you normally should.
After your ‘chores’, you rush to your shared bedroom that was up the stairs. Dialing your phone, you call Jessica. She answers in a calm tone, while you answer in a worried tone. “Hey are you okay? What is it you need help with? You seem worried..” She said, a version of her showing up infront of you, she was on her motorcycle on a street in her universe.
You clack your nail repeatedly on the counter repeatedly, deciding to tell her what happened once she’d stop at a light. “Okay don’t get to excited or anything since your riding your motorcycle, but.. I’m pregnant..” You say waiting for her response and reaction.
As Jessica sat at the light, she started asking you a dozens of questions, “Do you know the gender yet?”, “Top 5 names if it’s a girl or boy?”, “Does Miguel even know yet?” You didn’t say anything after that question. Just from a minute of silence, she knew you hadn’t. “You haven’t told him have you..?”
Miguel had teleported into the house, he took his costume off and replaced them with comfortable clothing he’d left from the previous night before on the couch, while doing so, he heard you talking to someone. He figured it was important so he shrugged it off and started taking the ingredients out for dinner you were going to be cooking on this bittersweet night. “I just don’t know how to tell him that there’s a baby on the way.” He paused his movements. Had you just said what you said was truly real. It seemed seemed specious, but it wasn’t. It was true, real. “I don’t know how he’ll take the news, I want him to be happy about it and all but, what if he’s not, what if he’s angry about it..” That made him feel egregious and compunctioned. You thought he wouldn’t react well or good to the news..? He frowned and sat on the couch, still ‘eavesdropping’, but not on purpose of course.
After the conversation you had with Jessica, you pranced down the stairs to see Miguel on the couch, you froze halfway on the stairs panicking, you hoped he didn’t hear that whole conversation with her, and that he’d just gotten home. You continued your way down the stairs, he looked up to see you. God, he thought you looked so seraphic. “Hello Mi Rey, how was your day?” You say as you walk up to him and give him a sweet kiss onto of his forehead, after you ran your hands through his hair and smiled sweetly at him.
It took him a second or more to respond to your daily question, “It was good baby, do you feel okay right now? Your red..” He says. He knew what he was doing, he already knew what happened now.
You look in his eyes, look down and chuckle. “Yes dear I’m fine, I’m going to start dinner now.” Kissing his cheek, you walk to the kitchen to see he put what you needed out. “Aww, thanks for putting everything out, thank my hombre guapo. Would you like to help me with dinner tonight?” You say peaking your head out of the kitchen into the living room.
He stands up and walks over to you, “Only if that means we can play music?” He says as his large hands wrap around the small of your back and butt. Whenever he meant “play music”, he meant while the food was cooking and the both of you had time to waste to dance around in the kitchen and plant gentle kisses on one another.
You look to the side and frown for a second, debating your words of choice. “Miguel?” You say looking up at him.
After you just saying his name, he got quite worried. “What is it mi amor?” He said looking deep into your eyes.
“Whatever happens, I just hope you know I love you, so so much.. Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” You say, feeling different waves of emotions coming over you.
He was surprised. He thought that something bad was going to happen, but surprisingly it wasn’t anything bad. You were having one of your moments where you just wanted to say that you loved him. “God I love you too y/n..” He says shoving you into his broad chest.
After making dinner the both of you sat down at the table, across from eachother. It was quiet, that weirded you out a little, he was always the one to start a conversation at the table..
You clear your throat and look up at him, “Soooo, did anything interesting happen with them today?” You say, taking another sip of your soup. Your mind was racing with random question and things you had to finish after eating.
He looked up, didn’t say anything, until a couple moments later. “Nope not really.. But there is something I’d like to talk about with you.” He said in a significant tone, as he pushed his soup bowl to the side, with his glass of water.
You took note of this, his tone was never like this unless there was something wrong or serious we needed to talk about. “Okay…” You drag out as you do the same gesture as him, pushing your glass and bowl out of the way.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant..?” He asked. His shoulders were tense, as he stood properly in his chair.
Oh god, he knows..? But how, that shouldn’t have been unless he heard me upstairs, is that why he was so tense when I came down the stairs.. “Look Miguel, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to break the news to you.” You felt a sense of compunction rush over you. “I didn’t know how you would react, or how you felt about having a child.. I just..” You didn’t finish anything, tears ran down your cheeks, as you didn’t look at him but at the cleared area in front of you on the table.
You didn’t see him, but he got up and started walking towards you. He wrapped his strong and well-knitted arms around you, you cried and cried in his chest. You felt horrible, you were gasping for air at this point from crying.
He let go of you and took your flushed face in his hands. “Look Hermosa, I’m not angry, I’m just a little sad that you’d think I’d feel that way. I’m happy that you are okay?” Staring at you, he waited for you to nod. When you did he gave you a kiss, picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom where the both of you would go to sleep. And clean up the both of you made from cooking tomorrow. “Goodnight, Mi Amor.”
