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flowercrowngods · 2 months

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something so monstrous pt.2

(in which kas feeds from steve and triggers a bad migraine pt.2)

🤍🌷 read part 1 here this part gets really intense on the migraine. descriptions of immense pain, fever dreams, and vomiting, some body horror imagery bc pain can be fun like that

Time and space lose all meaning as Steve remains on the precipice of something that is too violent to be called sleep, but not harsh enough yet to be unconsciousness. Real sensations evade him as everything turns into pain immediately. Even the twitch of his finger becomes a thundering blaze of blinding pain shooting through his body and settling behind his eye until he is sure he will wake up blind.

The fear of that is everpresent, the blind spots too real to ignore every time it goes like this, and he imagines how they will grow. He imagines how they get worse every time until one day the pain inside his skull will be so immense it will take his eyesight in exchange for alleviation.

And even though it is unbearable, he opens his eyes whenever he can, just to make sure he can see still. It’s an added veil of terror that covers him whole and consumes him slowly but continually.

At some point he notices something cold and wet being placed over his eyes, adding another layer of darkness that is welcome, even if it leaves an imprint of pressure and sensation on his forehead that makes his skin tear around it, his skull cracking and caving in beneath the touch.

And still it helps a little, pulling him further toward consciousness but not further toward the pain itself. But Steve can only whimper weakly in response, six feet under a thick cloud of cotton-filled smog that even turns breathing into a chore, polluting his lungs with fear and horror and agony without compare.

He does fall into a fitful sleep at some point, grateful for the short reprieve, but it does nothing to alleviate his exhaustion.

It feels like his eyeballs are being pushed into his skull for what must be hours upon hours, and the pain is so unbearable, so horrible, that he's not at all surprised when nausea rises in his chest, his body responding to its current state with confusion and a hard-reset.

Steve keens, trying to roll onto his side, groaning at the flares of pain shooting up into his skull and down into his limbs. They only worsen the nausea and it's pure instinct that gives him the strength to sit up.

"Kas?” he whispers, swallowing thickly against another wave. "Bathroom?”

Instead of giving him directions or pulling him up to drag him there, Kas wastes no time. He gets up off the floor, approaching him with shuffling steps once more, and gently but quickly lifts Steve off the bed in a hold — firm, yet gentle — that brings another sting of tears to Steve's eyes. Pain and vulnerability and the need for everything to be over. That’s what makes him cry.

Still he manages to hold on, his head rolling onto Kas's shoulder, the skin of his neck blissfully cool against Steve’s overheated forehead pressing into him.

Make it stop, he thinks. Longs. Aches. It’s supposed to be over. It’s all supposed to be over now.

He whimpers again, and imagines that Kas is the one to softly shush him this time.

The coolness of Kas's neck is gone all too soon as the vampire sets Steve on the hard, uncomfortable bathroom floor. He doesn't go far, though, crouching down beside him and holding him up over the toilet. Steve can't see anything, but still he’s grateful that Kas left the lights off, the bathroom tinged in the same darkness as his bedroom.

Pathetically, Steve rests his forehead on the toilet seat, chasing the coldness of it as pain and nausea reach their peak. It’s disgusting, but be’s not strong enough to care. A whine breaks from him, and he wishes Kas would leave. Even though the cold hand on his neck feels good, and even though he knows he wouldn't be able to hold himself up right now.

I'm not weak, he wants to say. And maybe he does. But he can't recognise his own voice right now.

"Not weak, maybe, but pathetic."

No.

"You know you are."

Shut up. Go away.

It doesn't make sense for Mr Munson to suddenly be here with them, to stand in the doorway and watch his nephew, who is more monster than human these days, holding up the pathetic form of Steve, who is more pain than human. More smoke than human. More vulnerable weakness than remotely human.

Go away. Eddie? I want him to go away. Tell— Go ‘way.

The hand wanders, pulling Steve against cool skin again so his forehead rests against the toilet no longer, basking in the cold touch and the warmth of a body to hold him.

"Safe," Kas says, and Steve wants to badly to believe him. Wants Wayne to leave, wants everyone to leave and just let him suffer in silence and solitude like always.

Wayne starts talking again, but Steve can't hear him this time as he suddenly heaves and retches, throwing up what little he had to eat today. Over and over and over.

It goes like this for a long time. He has no idea how long. Has no idea where he even is anymore.

The world tilts a few times when he loses his grip, his arms buckling, his hands spasming and giving out, and still he never falls. Only ever feels the cold, damp skin of Kas’s neck.

Kas has to carry him to bed when he's done and on the brink of passing out again, and Steve doesn’t mind this time. Kas also hands him a glass of water or two before pushing him back to lie down again. That’s nice.

The wet cloth returns, and Steve isn't aware of his surroundings for much more after that.

——

The next time Steve comes to, he feels like he was freshly dragged through Lover’s Lake until his lungs gave out. His head is pulsing violently, his senses are sluggish and everything feels foggy. He has no idea where he is, the room pitch black around him as he lifts a lukewarm damp cloth from his eyes.

A soft groan falls from his lips as he stretches his aching, cramped limbs, rubbing his hands over his face and regaining the feeling in his body. Little pinpricks of phantom pain shoot through him, his mouth tastes like ash and his head protests rather violently against his pathetic attempt at sitting up.

He is disoriented and something about his vision is still messed up, something in the depths of the room not quite right and leaving him with a dizziness he can’t quite shake, followed by a wave of anxiety that something’s wrong with his eyes.

He blinks. Blinks again, finding more things in the strange room as he does, his sluggish brain slowly catching up and filling in the blanks.

It all comes back to him like a tidal wave when he suddenly finds himself blinking at a pair of red eyes, softly glowing and wide open.

“Kas,” he croaks, his throat absolutely parched.

One second he’s wincing at that, the next he finds a cool glass of water pressed into his hands before the eyes and the shadowy form they belong to retreat to the foot of the bed again.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, stalling as he takes a sip. Embarrassment rises in him, but he doesn’t want to apologise. The thought of that somehow makes the vulnerability that much worse, so he tries to ignore it. It’ll all be fine if they simply not acknowledge it.

He wants to ask for the time instead, wants to know how much the migraine took from him this time, but he knows Kas doesn’t really understand the concept of it all, let alone know the numbers.

A silence settles between them and it’s somewhere between welcome and uncomfortable. Just like everything that happens in Hawkins. It makes Steve feel like a ghost again, but this time he’s a ghost in the room, not just in his own head. He’s the one who’s out of place.

With a little sigh, he places the glass on the makeshift nightstand again and falls over onto his side. His head is mad at him for it, still feeling too fragile for sudden movements, but lying down feels better than sitting.

There’s a huff from Kas that sounds more amused than derisive, so Steve looks at him. Looks at the shimmer in those eyes before closing his own again, not wanting to be looked at right now. Not wanting to face it.

“You,” Kas says then, his voice quiet and without the edge of that animalistic growl. The sound of someone who’s not meant to speak at all. The souvenir of someone who was human once before Evil grabbed him and modified him to His liking.

“Me,” Steve says, an automatic response, just as quiet. He’s listening.

“How… How are…” Kas struggles, huffing in frustration at the words that refuse to come, but still it’s the most coherent Steve has ever heard him. It makes him sit up half way again; leaning his weight on one arm to focus all his foggy and cloudy attention on the vampire trying to ask him how he is feeling.

No more words come, though, the question half finished in the air between them. But somehow it makes Steve smile. Just a little bit. This feels important. And huge.

“My head hurts,” he answers truthfully, amused when Kas’s eyes snap back to his. To search them. To communicate something.

“Hurts?”

“Yeah. It will, for a while. Always does. Nothing to do about it, really.” He wishes he felt as indifferent to it as he sounds, but that’s just the tiredness clouding his tone. It’s fast approaching now that he knows he’s relatively safe. Now that he knows he can rest. His arm gives out and he slides, slowly this time, back to lie on the pillow. “But it’s not as bad. And the other pain is gone, so…”

So. He could go home now. He should, probably. Ignoring the weakness in his bones and the exhaustion in his every fiber. If he closed his eyes again right now, he could fall asleep. Still, maybe he should—

“Stay,” Kas says again, and Steve really should have figured. He’s not quite well enough to really fight him on that, though, so he shrugs.

“Fine,” he mumbles into the pillow, halfway back to slumberland already.

There’s movement on the foot of the bed, and before he knows it Kas has tucked him in again, draped across the pillows as he is. It’s still unreal, that, but Steve won’t complain. What’s even more unreal, though, is the image Steve gets of Kas curling up by the foot of the bed in a similar position. As if he still means to keep watch.

It’s ridiculous. A little weird. And sort of endearing.

——

The next time Steve wakes, everything around him is a little brighter, daylight fighting weakly to fill the room, but it stands no chance against the large wooden planks and thick curtains meant to block it out permanently.

He blinks away the heaviness, taking stock of his body. There is a crick in his neck and burgeoning cramps in his side and hip from the position he’s still in, and this head still is a pulsing, aching mess — but no more than usual.

He taps the pads of his fingers to his thumb before flexing his hands. Only then does he stretch the rest of his body and announce his wakefulness.

Opposite him, at the foot of the bed, Kas is already awake and still in the same position that Steve saw him last. Did he even sleep? Does he need that? Or has he just been staring at Steve, watching him, ready to carry him to the bathroom again for round two.

The thought of that makes his skin crawl.

“Hi,” he says to fill the silence that is all too inviting for his spiralling mind.

Kas grunts, but it sounds more like a hum. Sort of gentle around the edges. He doesn’t move, doesn’t seem at all fazed that they’re just kind of staring at each other. Steve swallows, not really sure how to go from here.

He fists the blanket and rubs the linen bedding between his fingers, feels the rough fabric catching on the callouses along his hands as uncomfortable seconds tick by. Still Kas doesn’t move.

“Listen, man,” Steve says at last, thinking back to yesterday’s events and the vampire’s sudden care. “Thanks, alright? What you did, that was, uh. That was nice. You didn’t have to do any of that.”

Another hum, and it occurs to Steve that Kas is back in his normal state, retreated back into his mind, hiding from the world himself now that it no longer needs him. It’s a strange thought, that Steve being hurt would be what brings him back. If at all. Maybe he’s reading it all wrong. Maybe it as just a coincidence, or maybe Kas tasted something in his blood that made him want to improve Steve’s physical state for selfish purposes. That’s probably more likely.

But it makes him feel even more wrong-footed than before, and it leaves him hyper-aware of the situation. Of their dynamic. Indifference and annoyance and… He doesn’t want it to change, doesn’t want some kind of debt between himself and Kas — especially not when Kas has no means to really settle it. But he also can’t feign some kind of gratitude when what he feels the most is mortification and embarrassment; and he sure as hell doesn’t want Kas to know that either.

So he throws back the blanket and gets out of the bed, a little dizzy at first, but he doesn’t care as he slips into his shoes and hurries out of the room.

He just wants to leave. Get out of here and go home, go back to bed and get over the mortification of having been seen like this. Of having been taken care of. By someone who doesn’t even like him. By someone who hissed and snapped at him one moment and then carried him to the bathroom the next.

“It looks like there’s nothing human left in him, but we do have data that suggest otherwise.” Owens’s words echo through his mind as he crosses the living room. “It seems to be in hiding, the Munson part of him; that’s our hope at least. That you can get him back out one day, make him win over the vampire part. It could be like a self defence mechanism, I guess. We hope he can still be coaxed back into the land of the living. How, though, we don’t know.”

Was this what happened? Has Steve’s weakness triggered the human part of Kas’s tortured brain to take over? No, that can’t be.

It seems unreal. Unlikely. Wayne telling him stories or Dustin talking about their campaign, that should have helped. Even Mike playing the guitar, or Robin rambling about something or other; all of that was much more close to who Munson was. Or used to be. Eddie Munson never struck Steve as someone who took care of people naturally. Someone who stepped in. He stepped up, sure, but only ever for the wrong reasons.

It makes no sense. So it must be wrong; just Steve’s exhausted brain grasping at straws. It usually does that, anyway. Nobody knows if Eddie is even still in there. Part of Steve hopes he’s not.

Just as he reaches for the front door, ready to just get out of here and pretend like nothing happened, he feels a presence behind him. Kas followed him out of the bedroom, standing in the doorway now with an unreadable expression. It's the blank one he usually takes on, but where before it was normal, it throws Steve off now. Maybe because he saw how Kas can look at him. How expressive his eyes can get.

He holds them, the red shimmer a little dimmer out here in the brighter living room.

And maybe it's the blankness in those eyes, or the lack of judgment in Kas's every action, but whatever it is, it makes Steve let go of the door and turn to face Kas properly.

"Why'd you do it?"

The vampire inclines his head. Listening. Always listening. Steve doesn't know how he never noticed that. It seemed so primitive before. Like how a dog will react to its owner speaking, but never process the words. Kas processes, though. So Steve keeps going.

"Why'd you... You kept saying that word. Safe. Do you, uh. Do you know what it means?"

Slowly, his eyes growing a little less blank, Kas nods.

Steve looks around the cabin, swallowing thickly, still feeling so out of place in here, still feeling the need to run and leave it far behind. But something makes him stay. Makes him want to understand.

"You wanted me to feel safe?" Again, Kas nods. "Why?"

There is hesitation there, and Steve wonders if it's because he doesn't want to tell him, if he doesn't know the answer, or if he doesn't know how to answer. It's a loaded question, maybe.

"Pain," he says at last, his voice barely discernible from a growl, but somehow Steve seems attuned to it now. Maybe because he listens now. Because he wants to know. To understand.

He waits, watching as Kas struggles for more words once more. Just like last night.

"Know... Know... pain. Know.” He taps his temple with a clawed hand, and Steve's heart falls, his chest aching with realisation.

Right. He would. He would know pain like that. If what the doc says is right, if what Vecna taunted them with is right, if every working theory the kids have is right, then… yeah. Kas would know. He’s know something about pain. More than any of them. Pain so intense it splits you apart from yourself.

"Shit," Steve whispers more to himself than to the room, crossing his arms in front of his chest to hug himself and keep from digging deeper, keep his heart from falling further, and keep the horror at bay.

He doesn't want to imagine the kind of torture Kas went through. Is still going through, if what the doctors say has even more truth to it. If Munson is still in there, still suffering because human minds have a way of holding on to pain — Steve knows soemthing about that, too.

"I'm sorry," he offers. It's all he can offer. In the end, it’s all that’s left.

And still it's so lame. It's not enough.

But Kas just nods again, a pained shadow of a smile appearing on his face. Something transpires between them in that moment, Steve can feel it, but he can't really define it. Maybe some kind of understanding. Some kind of safety.

"I gotta..." he starts, motioning to the door behind him. "I gotta go. Will you be fine? Did you have enough, y'know, to drink?"

Another nod, and the smile widens a little. Looks a little less pained this time.

"Good," Steve says, stuffing his hands into his pockets, lifting his shoulders to his ears, trying and failing to seem casual in the face of those glowing eyes. "I’ll– I'll see you around, yeah?"

And then he's out the door, his head spinning and aching, his steps heavy with the weight of whatever has changed between him and Kas in the past twenty-four hours.

... sooo. part 3 anyone?

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sprainedwriting · 23 days

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Softness within.

Adam x fem!reader

Part 1

CW/TW/Tags: Porn, Car sex, Semi Public, P in V, TW: Adam, COLLEGE AU!!!!, oral fem receiving, tell me if I missed smth, I wrote this at 2 am help me, breeding kink, pregnancy mention

Summary: Adam is either very charismatic or you don’t have a spine.

Adam ended up driving you home, after you punched in your address in his navigation system it didn’t take long for you to pass out. Shaking you awake, you scrambled out of Adam’s car, but sadly you weren’t fast enough since you still had to listen to Adam rant to you about the shit hole of a neighbourhood you live in.

He didn’t drive off till you safely entered your building.

Once you got home you didn’t even have the energy to get undressed, you barley took off your shoes and you were already in your bed. Pros of having a one bedroom apartment: the way to the bed is very short.

When you woke up everything felt like a fever dream. It felt so unreal, you were sure it was a weird sex dream coming up because of your repressed consciousness or whatever. You quickly threw away this theory, once you got into the shower. Ew. Having cold cum run down your thighs was not it.

Right so that happened. For real. Totally couldn’t potentially ruin your social life. That’s cool.

Checking your phone, you found texts messages from your friends. Since you all share locations they were happy to see you home after disappearing. Some kidnap jokes were made. You didn’t bother responding.

And just like that your life continued and you tried not to think of Adam anymore. Since you aren’t in the same friend group, don’t study the same subjects, and you’re just a master of avoiding awkward situations you didn’t see him the past 2 weeks. During these 2 weeks Adam found your insta, snapchat AND your phone number. In that order. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if he found your secret AO3 account or something and started to spam you full with comments.

Him actually actively looking for you made you feel some type of way….and once those thoughts reached you, you basically slapped yourself. You have always sucked at responding to messages, your friends just call you when they need you. You didn’t even properly read Adam’s messages, leaving him on delivered. These messages caused you so much anxiety, that you immediately swiped them away in your notifications field when you saw them pop up.

Another thing you were worried about was that your period was 2 days late, which isn’t a lot considering you took Plan B and it messes with your hormones but it still had you on edge so bad. You ended up buying a pregnancy test, which you didn’t end up needing. Thank god.

The last weekend party you skipped. Sitting at home and catching up with work was how you spend your weekend. And once you saw everyone post the party on their stories and the messages in your group chats, your FOMO kicked in so hard that you had to attend the next one. So, here you were leaning against a wall with some cheap soda in your hand, because you don’t drink since you’re boring. And like always when you’re at a party, you realised you didn’t actually miss out on much.

If you could, you would scroll away at your phone. What’s stopping you? Easy:

Adam starring at you from across the room. Tots not uncomfortable. Starring at your phone now would be like throwing a rock at an sleeping ice bear. Since you basically ignored him for 2 weeks straight. You really know how stand in your own way. Some part of your brain told you not to provoke him too much.

Ok you were just going to run away this is ridiculous. Taking a good look around on how you could escape (your friends were going to murder you for disappearing AGAIN) you jumped nearly 10 feet into the air when you felt big hands on your hips and a body pressed against your back. The only logical reaction to this was to step on the guys foot and throw your drink at his face.

“Ow! What the fuck, you crazy bitch?” Adam yelled.

How the fuck was he able to get to you that fast? Without you noticing?? He’s so big what??

“Jesus, dude! You can’t sneak up on a girl like that!” You yelled back.

Thankfully not many eyes were on you guys, and the music was loud so people yelling to communicate wasn’t unusual.

Adam whipped the soda of his face, looking pissed. Thankfully there wasn’t much left in your cup anyways, the top part of his band shirt was only slightly soaked. Act cool, act casual. Crossing your arms over your chest you looked at him expectantly.

Even though he looked mad a second ago, taking in the sight of you seemed to cheer him right back up. Maybe it’s because of your short skirt.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Wanna get out off here?” Shit. Goosebumps from excitement crawled all over your skin. He smelled like the sweet soda, but also like deep cologne. Ah, you’re so so weak.

“Always.” The words left your lips before you could truly think about it.

Adam smirked down at you, placing a hand at the small of your back he started to lead you out of the house party.

That’s how you ended up in Adam’s car, while he zipped around town, trying to find a secluded place, his hand was up your skirt massaging messy circles into your clothed pussy. You on the other hand were spreading your legs further apart, trying and failing to muffle your moans. Even though it was at most 2 minutes, it felt like it took Adam hours to park the car. You clawed at his wrist, trying to get more stimulation out of him.

He reached a hand under his seat, sliding it back from the wheel as far as possible, while also reclining the back of the seat.

“Holy shit, babe.” Adam mumbled out, he reached across to grasp your ass with both his hands hoisting you up and successfully into his lap. Once you sat down on his lap you could feel his bulge right under your pussy. You gave it an experimental roll of your hips. Adam bit his lower lip, his hand flew to your hips, helping you grind down on him.

Grasping at his shoulders, you smashed your own lips into his, trying to steal his breath. Fucking hell, you don’t think you have ever carnally desired anyone as much as him. Adam was still grinding your cunt unto his dick by your hips while he explored your mouth with his tongue freely.

Once the kiss stopped so you could breathe, Adam took the opportunity to rip your tights apart, to have better access towards your private parts.

“Man! Why did you do that? You better buy me new ones, asshole.” You told him frustrated.

“Chillax, baby, I will buy you even better ones if it means you let me hit.” Fucker.

Adam pushed your wet panties to the side, gently easing in a finger, “So tell me. Who else did you fuck after me?” His words were anything but gentle.

“Shit..No one. I..I swear, Adam.” You spoke through gasps. His thumb started to stroke your clit.

With his other hand Adam roughly grasped your jaw into his hand, starring into you with his golden eyes. They reminded you of that of a hawk. He didn’t look too convinced.

“Please, Adam, only you can make me cum.” You whimpered out.

Adam grinned at you at your words, “Ain’t that the truth. You better start answering your fucking messages then, slut.” Another finger was entered into your hole, he curled them upwards, hitting sensitive spots which made you moan shamelessly.

“Bad…at replying.” You mumbled out.

Adam rolled his eyes at you, “Yeah, right, give me a better excuse and I might let you cum.”

It’s not a bad excuse, it’s your reality. Even though your screentime was embarrassingly high, messages were your personal final boss. Using both your hands to run them down the sides of your thighs, your right hand met the pocket garter you wear when you’re wearing a skirt, or dress. Pulling out your phone with one brain cell intact is one thing, but unlocking it is a whole other. Pulling up the messages app, shoved the device into his face. He can read. You think. You hope.

Once he stopped grasping at your jaw so roughly, you massaged the tense muscles. Adam scrolled through your chats, he looked very interested. You caught the glimpse of a chat from last year. Yikes.

Laying your head against his shoulder, you started kissing at his neck. You still had fucking hickeys and bite marks from him! Asshole. Adam left your messages app and was investigating your social media now. He looked through your phone like a man on a mission. If you had at least half your mind you would have already stopped him. But the happier he was at your innocence the more intensely he did rub circles into your clit, turning you to mush.

Throwing your phone on the passenger seat- if it bounces off and breaks or gets lost you were going to kill him- Adam placed a hand at the back of your head, starting another forceful kiss. While your tongues were busy, Adam eased the third finger into you. He pumped them in and out of you, testing the resistance. Taking him unprepared would be a really stupid idea.

With a well placed tug of your hair, Adam pulled you slightly away from him, “It’s fucking hot babe, how you ignore other people. Really. But shit, I need you to answer my fucking messages. I’m not like those other fucking clowns you keep around. Got it?” You quickly nodded your head at him, whatever gets him inside of you.

Slowly pulling out his fingers out of you, one by one, he licked a strip up his fingers while looking into your eyes. He pulled down his jeans zippers, pulling out his leaking dick. He gave himself a few good pumps with his soiled hand. Is he not wearing any underwear?? Yikes.

“Now, sit down on my fucking dick.” Adam smirked at you.

A moment of clarity hit you when you remembered the unused pregnancy test you have hidden away.

“Wait! Do you have a condom?” You looked hopefully at Adam.

He looked at you like you just ruined Christmas, easter and his birthday all at once, “What the fuck do we need that for?”

“I’m not interested in pregnancy. Today is not safe.” You told him, you tried to sound stern.

“You would look hot as fuck though, with swollen tits and a swollen stomach. You sure you don’t want me to cream you while you’re ovulating? Besides, it went well last time, didn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow at you. The gold piercing was reflecting the light of the street lamp outside.

His hand were rubbing at your hips, wandering further up till he helped you take off your sweater. You didn’t bother wearing anything under it because bras suck. He smiled at the sight of your bare chest as if he just won the lottery. He really was moody.

“I’m serious! I bought a fucking pregnancy test, I was so stressed last time.” Adam didn’t even bother looking into your eyes again, his huge hand pulling and rubbing at your nipples and chest. You had to bit your lip to keep from moaning. You had to be strong, at least once. You also really needed to finish this degree without getting pregnant.

“See babe? That’s what you need my number for. So you can fucking tell me that shit.” Adam made brief eye contact with you, before he leaned forward and started sucking at your nipple. His teeth carefully bit down. Your hands tangled themselves up in Adam’s hair. Because Adam pulled you forward for easier reach, your pussy ended up rubbing across Adam’s length. The groan which left his lips made your tit vibrate deliciously.

He really knows how to play you. With his hands he grasped your ass, massaging it before he dragged you across his dick. Your clit caught at his dick piercing, causing you to call out for Adam.

And if you had half a mind, you would simply open up the car door and climb out, to really make your point clear. And Adam would drag you back in, while complaining and get a condom somewhere (hopefully). But the risk of him actually letting you leave was not something you wanted. You just really needed to have him fill you up.

Tugging at his hair, he removed his mouth from your boob. He smiled at you, “Finally ready to get dicked down, baby?” Adam asked you in that arrogant tone of his.

Your own hands wandered across Adam’s chest, till you finally tugged at the bottom of his shirt, trying to take it off. Adam slightly sat up, removing his shirt and throwing it on the passenger seat. Fully taking in his tan olive skin, you realised just how hot he truly is. There was a scar across his right ribcage, his nipple piercing just made him 100 times more attractive, his ample stomach made you want to straight up cannibalise him while his happy trail made your mouth water. What a man.

Grasping his cheeks into your hands, you tilted his head up so he could properly look at you. Your thumb grazed over his lips, “Adam, sweetie..” You cooed down at him. You felt his dick twitch under you, “Don’t you want me to ride you till you’re sucked dry? I can only do that if you get a condom. C’mon…” His eyes were starring into your own.

Adam grasped your wrists into his hand, removing your hands from his cheeks. His face didn’t show any ounce of emotion. Ah, maybe that was the wrong move. Before regret could fully set in, Adam started swearing under his breath. He leaned forward suddenly, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth, while he rummaged through the glove department. Successfully he pulled out a condom, while probably also cursing you.

He leaned his back properly against the seat, ripping open the condom package with his teeth. Adam then glided the condom on his dick, after you scooted back to give him some space. Once he made sure everything was secured, you leaned forward to kiss him again. His hands were grasping your hips, his fingers digging into the plushy flesh.

Once the kiss stopped, you grasped Adam’s dick, lining it up with your pussy.

During your two week Adam break, you really told yourself that that would be a one time thing. That next time you would say no to him. That you don’t really need him or his attention and touch and whatever else he can give you. Well, you’re also a big fat liar so there is that.

Placing your own hand on Adam’s hand, you tugged it off to intervene your finger. Biting down at your lip you slowly glided down on Adam’s dick. Your other hand was placed on his shoulder, nails digged into this skin.

Slowly sliding down on him, your mouth fell open at the stretch. Adams eyes were focused on your pussy swallowing him whole, “You take me so well.” He groaned out.

Once you were fully sat down on Adam’s cock, you panted in the stuffy air. Taking a glance to your right, you saw the windows were all fogged up. At least you have the illusion of privacy.

Adam’s hand moved from your hip to your ass, grabbing at the fat and massaging it. He slowly rocked your hips back and forth with that movement. His other hand squeezed your intervened fingers, he then pulled your hand towards his mouth. Kissing your finger tips while looking into your eyes.

Ah. Why does everything he do make your head spin? Did he do fucking witchcraft or something on you??

Grasping with your hands both his shoulders, you started rocking your hips back and forth. First at an slow and careful speed, but then you started going faster. Till you started going properly up and down on him. Adam’s hand went to your tit, fondling and pinching, while his other hand moved from the back of your neck towards the top of your head. You stopped questioning Adam’s behaviour a while ago.

“If I knew you looked so hot on top, I would have let you ride me immediately last time.” Adam told you, his eyes were jumping all across your body, it seemed like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look, “But damn, babe, we really need to get you on birth control.”

“S’expensive.” You mumbled out.

Your forehead meet his neck. Maybe you should exercise more, the burn in your thighs was getting intense.

“..You getting tired there, baby?” A breathy chuckle left his lips.

Adam forced your movements to stop, to sit down properly with his hand moving to your hip. He smirked at you, probably knowing he was going to give you another unforgettable experience. Why couldn’t he have been average in everything he does? Noooo, he had to blow your mind away. Damn him and his solid experience.

Adam started thrusting up into you. First at a slow and deep pace. getting you used to the sensation, then he went faster and faster. His piercing scrapped against a sensitive spot in you.

“Right there!” You gasped into his neck, you then started to kiss and suck at his skin. Leaving your own mark. His one hand was still on top of your head, massaging your scalp and playing with your hair.

Thankfully Adam is decent at following orders, he kept up his pace, hitting the spot over and over. You could feel an orgasm approaching. You were probably straight up moaning against Adam’s ear, but he doesn’t seem to complain.

“I can promise you, baby, ‘m gonna get you whatever you want as long as ya going to be my lovely cum dump.” He mumbled out.

Woah orgasms and meaningless consumption??? Your two favourite things!

All you could muster was a whine. Because that was a big commitment. Maybe you’re going to ghost him again. An extra rough thrust made you see stars, and the ghosting idea left your mind and maybe you should marry him and be a housewife and give him as many children as he wants.

You threw your head back at the feeling of overwhelming pleasure and- ah, that’s why he had his hand on top of your head, when you slightly crashed your head into the car roof. It was more shock than anything else, but it still scared the orgasm out of you. Damn it.

Adam stopped his movement’s, his brows were furrowed at your scrunched up face. His hand rubbed at your head in concern, “You good?”

You nodded your head at him, looking into his eyes with your own teary ones, “..I lost my orgasm.” You mumbled out in the most pathetic voice imaginable. To your own defence, it is the worst thing to happen to you today.

Adam looked at you with a blank look for a split second, before laughing at you. You hid your own face behind your hands, embarrassment cursed through your veins. You’re stupid. Why did you say that?

With the way Adam was laughing at you, you felt his dick jump inside of you, which in turn made you clench around him. Adam grasped your wrists into his hand, yanking them down and he smiled at you like a wolf.

“Well..Who am I to say no to my favourite slut? You want to cum? I’m going to make you cum.”

Why is he so hot!!!! You were going to smash your head again into the car roof.

You already thought his pace before was intense. Now? It was brutal. The scraping of his piercing, his hands on your hips and ass, his dick stretching you apart, his stubble rubbing against your soft skin. His constant fucking talking.

“Ugh, babe, you got such a tight cunt. Squeezing me. And you say you don’t want me to cum inside? Ha. Yeah, right.” Adam started rocking your hips back and forth, your clit was rubbing against his jeans.

“‘M more surprised you haven’t got anyone pregnant with that raging breeding kink of yours.” You whimpered into his ear, then you bit into his ear lobe. That was more to be annoying than sexy, but with the way he groaned and his dick twitched inside of you it seemed like it had the opposite effect.

You really would have missed his words, if you weren’t paying attention enough,

“You the only one I wanna get pregnant. Those other whores don’t deserve to have my cum.”

Why do you feel flattered….Something is really, deeply off about you. You need to up your medication.

It felt like hot flames were pooling in your lower stomach, you felt intense, near painful tingles on your clit and thanks to Adam’s constant rhythm of your clit rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans it wasn’t a surprise that an orgasm washed over you. Your nails dug into Adam’s biceps while you squeezed around his cock.

“Fucking hell, you wanna milk me dry, huh?” Adam groaned, and with a few hip thrust of his own he came. You kinda missed the feeling of his hot cum shooting into you, but you would take that knowledge to your grave.

You rested your face into the crook of Adam’s neck, trying to regulate your breathing. Your legs felt like jelly. Adam was also breathing heavily, his hands rubbed up and down on your back. He stayed inside of you.

Realistically you knew that he had to pull out, to keep the contraceptive working but on the other hand..You just wanted to stay like that. Having Adam not talk for once was a relaxing change. And having his big warm hands on your back, which was starting to cool down, was just pure bliss.

“..You know, we could always do the pull out method.” He mured into your ear, trying to sound seductive.

You couldn’t help but snort at his words, “Yeah, sure, look me in the eyes and tell me you could pull out of this.” You lifted up your one knee, your skirt was lifted up by it and it gave Adam a clear view of your filled up pussy.

Adam couldn’t even look you in the eyes too mesmerised apparently by the sight, it was emphasised by Adam’s dick coming back to life again, twiching and growing inside of you.

“..Shit, you’re right.” Adam grasped your waist and lifted you off off him. He removed the condom, tied it up and threw it somewhere carelessly on the backseat floor. Yikes again.

He rubbed at his chin, probably thinking of what to do next with you. With a hot flash across your body you remembered his promise from last time. Thinking of it, you could fit on the floor in between his legs. Maybe. It would be uncomfortable but you also seemingly have no self respect so what does that matter?

“Get in the back seat.” Adam told you, you nodded at his words. Ok. You can crawl over there. Adam gave a light slap to your ass and chuckled at your surprised gasp. Successfully making it back there, you made sure not to step on the discarded condom. Why is he like that?

Adam grabbed another condom, since he was too big for anything really, he couldn’t crawl back there like you. Instead, he used the doors, like a normal person. Couldn’t be you.

Your head was against the window, and when Adam opened the door car door and crawled onto the seat and flashed that smirk of his you knew you were a goner. Out of seemingly instinct your legs slightly opened. Adam closed the door behind him- yay to the illusion of privacy!- and then he grabbed your ankle and tugged your roughly towards him.

A surprised gasp left your lips, you were laid down now, with Adam towering over you. He once again secured the condom, then he bent down to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping he secured against you. His left arm was supporting his weight against the seat, caging you in, while the other hand was sensually moving from your stomach towards your pussy. He drew patterns into your pubes which made you squirm uncomfortably. Maybe you should start shaving. He then rubbed his thick fingers across your slit, probably checking if you were still wet enough for him. He grazed your clit and it made your whole body jolt.

“Every time a girl shaves her pussy an angel dies. I swear on it.” Adam mumbled out. If those words were meant for only him or if he noticed you being uncomfortable, you didn’t known. But it made you feel somewhat more comfortable.

Adam lined up his super duper magic dick against your entrance and slowly pushed it in. You wrapped your one leg around him, since the other was squished between his body and the seats.

With slow and deep thrusts Adam rocked against you, now you realised how much the car must have moved. The pleasure was building slowly but surely. Adam was quite for once. Pussy so good it shut Adam up?? You’re sure you can put that on your resume.

You wrapped your hand around Adam’s bicep, to steady yourself. You squeezed the soft flesh, looking mesmerised at his big arms. He smiled down at you and flexed his muscles, making them rock hard. You squeezed again and swore under your breath. At this display you remembered actual strong men, and how fat is needed for muscles to be functional and you remembered seeing Adam carrying 2 heavy ass amplifiers on his shoulders as if that was nothing and oh. You need him. Badly. Thankfully you have him.

Using your one hand which was at the back of his neck, you pulled him down to you. Teeth clashing and tongues dancing and spit getting everywhere. It was all consuming and still not enough.

Once the kiss ended, Adam rested his own forehead against yours. You worried for his neck and the constant way he has to twist and bend it to reach you. You gazed into each others eyes, mouths panting into each other and the street light from outside let warm light flow in. It felt like you couldn’t avoid Adam, he was wrapped over you, completely covering you from every angle and he was inside of you, throbbing and twitching. You were breathing in the same air. And you didn’t want him to leave, if you could you would capture this moment and stay here forever.

Why does this feel romantic?

It seemed like you weren’t the only one who thought that, since Adam straighten his back suddenly, as if he forgot what you are to him.

When you looked up into his endless eyes, he was slightly frowning, but that expression changed as soon as it came. Maybe you imagined it.

He grabbed your face roughly and forced your mouth to open wide for him. You let your tongue roll, and rubbed his thumb against it. Hot. He removed his tongue only to spit into your mouth. That’s also hot??

You closed your mouth to swallow his spit.

He seemed rather satisfied with that. He sped up the pace, skin slapping against skin and your moans and gasp and his grunts and string of loosely connected words which you weren’t paying attention to left his mouth. His smug face kind of pissed you off, so you reached out and twisted his pierced nipple.

Adam stifled his own moan by biting down on his lip. But the pleasure he felt from that, he couldn’t hide from you.

And once Adam came, he bit down on your neck. Great! More marks you will have to hide. Ughhh.

The way Adam immediately slowly pulled out of you surprised you. He seemed to enjoy staying in as long as possible. Your brain was a bit to slow to catch up with Adam’s movement. His face disappeared between your thighs, under your skirt and ah-

“Wait. You don’t have to…” Your sentence was interrupted by your own moan.

Adam’s lips latched around your clit and he sucked. Hard.

Overstimulation immediately cursed through your veins, your fingers found themselves at home in Adam’s hair and you tugged. Nails massaging Adam’s scalp, this is probably what heaven felt like.

His tongue traced idle patterns into your clit. Probably spelling his own name again…Asshole. But since you were already close when Adam was fucking into you romantic missionary style, you came with a sob and your body curled into itself. You tugged Adam away from your overstimulated hole. The fact that you were clenching around nothing made you a bit sad.

“If I ever say no to fucking you, honey pot, I need you to take me out the back and shoot me in the head.” Adam told you matter of fact.

You dumbly nodded at his words. Whatever he wants he can get. Genuinely.

“How are you so good at everything?” Your already barley existent filter was gone now in a post orgasmic haze.

Adam laughed at you, “What can I say, I’m a real pussy pleaser.” He sat properly up in the seat, tugging everything away properly. He must have thrown the condom away when your brain was still mush. Reaching over he grasped your arm and dragged you into his lap.

Once you rested your face against your shoulder, bare skin against bare skin and the heat radiating from his body you felt sleep over come you. Adam grasped your shoulders and shook you awake. Literally. You thought you were going to fall on the nasty floor where your guys used condoms laid around. At least the only condoms there were yours?

“You fallin' asleep on me again, baby?”

“Yes. So. Silence, m’tired.” You barley mumbled out. Throwing your head into Adam’s neck again.

“Get back to the passenger seat, slut. I’m driving you home.”

Groaning as if Adam just killed you, you crawled to the front again. There you also put your sweater back on and pocketed your phone. Your keys were also safe with you. That’s good, you love not being locked out. You adjusted your panties while you were at it.

Resting your head against the window, you closed your eyes again while Adam got back into the drivers seat. Turning on the engine, he started driving towards your home.

Since you were half asleep, it felt like it took a second for Adam to arrive in front of your apartment complex. You mumbled out a tired ‘Thanks for the ride.’ and climbed out of the seat.

“You know usu-“

You slammed the door shut before Adam could finish that sentence. The plan was to act like you didn’t hear him. Simply walking towards the entrance, you opened the door and opened it fully by pressing your side against it. You couldn’t care less about the usual. The less you knew of other girls the happier you are.

You looked back at the car, to at least wave Adam bye or something, but when you saw him slam his head against the wheel you stopped in your tracks. You watched the display of his frustration for a few seconds, he then raised his head, probably to check if you got in safely. He froze in horror when he realised you saw that.

Truth be told, you didn’t think Adam was capable of embarrassment. But here he was.

Holding eye contact for a painful second, you simply shook your head and quickly got inside. Walking up the stairs towards your apartment, you unlocked the door, threw off your shoes and collapsed into your bed.

———————————-

Since you usually keep your word, you started texting Adam back whenever you could. At least that seemed to make him happy. You think. It’s hard to tell over text. You also made an appointment with your obgyn, or as Adam called it your ‘Pussy doctor’. You’re close to blocking him.

On Monday, you walked with your friend towards her car in the uni parking lot. You were going to meet up with your other friends for lunch.

Of course Adam was also there, his car parked right across your friend. Gahh. His band members were with him, he just unlocked the car when everyone tumbled in. You could hear your ex call out, “Dude, what the fuck?! Are those used condoms!?”

You were going to kill Adam and then yourself. WAS HE WINKING AT YOU?? He’s dead. Thankfully no one noticed.

Your friend made a face at that info being yelled out across the parking lot, she unlocked her own car and got in. You didn’t hear more from the exchange, but from the way Adam looked happy you knew he was taunting your ex.

Your friend fastened her seatbelt, “I don’t get how anyone can fuck Adam. Like, he’s so disgusting, disrespectful, misogynistic..”

Biting at your lip, you already knew your friends would be mad at you if they found out about you and Adam from someone else besides you. Looking around the car, to make sure the windows were really closed, you took a deep breath.

Adam was in his own car, signalling to her that she has the right of way. She made a quick thank-you-wave and was about to back out of the parking space.

“I did.”

She slammed into the breaks, causing you to be catapulted forwards. The way she starred at you without saying anything, made you uncomfortable. She was speed running all the stages of grief, you could clearly see that. She sighed heavily, like the whole world was resting on her shoulders with your confession.

“……..Is he really that big?”

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buckyalpine · 8 months

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Sub!Mob Bucky x reader ft pegging

18+

Dom CEO Bucky x f reader

A bit of a pegging drabble. Welcome to my fever dreams. I started this when I was dying and sick in November. I’m still sick but not in the way you think, just my ideas are sick and I’m a sick person for this. This is the OG fic that inspired this, proceed with caution.

Once again shame on me.

Lets say, after the first time, you’re both insatiable

He doesn’t always need it hard and rough.

Sometimes he needs you to fill him while being soft and slow, your hand wrapped around his cock while his thick thighs hug your waist. Your lips brush against his while he moans for you, your hips rolling slowly.

Like today.

Quiet footsteps ascend the stairs and you know he’s home. His hair is a little messy from repeatedly running his hands through it, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. His eyes are tired but they light up as soon as they lock with yours.

“Hey angel” He pulls you into his arms, his face burying into the crook of your neck. “Missed you baby”

“Missed you handsome” You coo, pecking his lips while wrapping his arms around his waist, inhaling the remnants of the cologne he’d sprayed that morning, “How was work”

“Just tired, long day” He shrugs, taking his watch off and removing his tie. You help him undress, unbuttoning his shirt and placing it in the hamper while he slips his belt off and hangs his slacks in the closet.

“Hot shower?” You smile up and him softly, while he give you a small nod, his muscles still tensed from stress.

“Yes please”

He happily follows you into the bathroom, for once finding your scorching hot water temperature satisfying instead of cowering away from it. You grab some shower gel, scrubbing and massaging his skin while he groans, feeling his body start to relax.

“Feel better baby?”

“Mhm” He kisses you deeply, savoring the taste of your lips, the sweetness of your tongue. Nothing makes him happier than being at home with his sweet angel. He loves the way your hands wrap around his body, gently rubbing and kneading his back, working down his spine.

After you both rinse off, you wrap yourself up with your fluffy robe, only to have it tossed off you seconds later when Bucky throws his own towel aside, pulling you into bed with him. You squeak as he pulls you to straddle on top of him, his hard cock swollen against his abs while he rubs up and down your soft thighs.

“I’ve had a long day baby” He whispers, his eyes more puppy like than usual. You know he’s still not fully relaxed, your hand cupping his cheek, caressing him scruff while he kisses the inside of your palm.

“What does daddy need”

“Fill me angel” He groans, laying down, his head against the pillows, legs parted. You know exactly what he needs, humming softly. You grab the bottle of lube, squeezing a drop onto your finger tips while you lay on top of him, kissing his face. Your hand brushes and massages his scalp, carding through his hair while the other hand trails down, ghosting over his cock to his tight ring of muscle.

You know how he needs it, gently pushing your finger in, sliding in and out, smiling at the soft sigh he lets out, spreading his legs further so you could open him up more. You slip the toy on so it sits snugly around your hips, pecking his lips before lining the tip up with his perfect hole.

“Ready daddy?”

“Please baby” He whispered, moaning deeply as soon as the toy breeched his hole, his eyes rolling back as you started to push in deeper. You took your time, giving him long, deep strokes, the same way he did when he took his time making you feel good.

“That’s it love, make love to daddy” He groaned, gently guiding your hips to hit that spot that makes his cock leak, the tip of his length making a mess on his tummy. You slowed down to swipe up the sticky mess he was making, licking it clean off your fingers before continuing to fuck him, focused on giving him the most pleasure you could.

“You taste so good daddy” You tasted him again, your cheeks growing warm as he locked his eyes with you, his lips parted, panting each time you thrusted in.

“You love this don’t you princess, God you’re so - mmpph fuck - so good” He started to lose himself, his deep moaning getting higher, nearly whimpering when you changed the angle of your thrusts, pressing against his prostate. “Fuck right there princess, please, r-right fucking there, c’mere”

“There daddy?” You whispered, moving faster, your body falling onto his as he wrapped his arms around you, lifting his thighs up so you could fuck him deeper. He kept his face tucked against your neck, nipping and sucking your soft skin, his cock bumping against your stomach with your movements,

“There-there-’mgonna c-cum” He was sure he was going to cry from pleasure, all the tension of his day melting away as pleasure crawled up his spine, deep euphoria spreading through his body. “Angel, m’cumming!”

There was no warning as streams of cum burst from his cock, his hips rutting up for more friction, humping against your body, his length pressed between your bodies. You cooed, gently grazing his scalp, continued to fuck him through his high, not stopping until he was milked dry, a creamy milky mess on the both of you.

He spend the rest of the night with his face between your legs, more relaxed than ever, rewarding you for doing such a good job, giving you 3 orgasms for his hands free one.

Now @cadencejames87 inspired this, cause imagine he wants more. Not just for you to make him feel good but for the both of you to feel good together. He gets a double sided toy so you could both spread your legs apart across from each other, the both of you stretched open while your bodies move in sync. Sometimes you’re both on your backs, his heavy legs on top of yours, feet planted on the mattress, just relishing in the feeling of being filled up he may or may not have had your end molded after him since no one else gets to stretch you open like that, toy or not.

When he’s extra needy, you’re both bent over while he pushes back to stimulate the both of you, his cock leaking all over the sheets, jaw slack while he desperately moans with no shame, bouncing his hips back, his ass clapping againsts yours JESUS

Anyway.

Please don’t block me.

Please.

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scara-meow-che · 1 year

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Dainsleif's dick being infused with abyss energy(?) like his arm-

Like yea Tartaglia's last form's dick, yeah Ito's oni dick, yeah zhongli's dragoon dick,but what of Dain???? That shit must be magical 😩

⦿ 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ eyes up here princess with dainsleif

CW. NSFW (MDNI), big dick! dain, fem! reader, use of words (princess), established relationship, teasing, first-time sex, implied oral, sex w/out penetration (thigh job and dick job? is that even a thing? idk, just read it to find out), dirty talk, magical dick (i am NOT sorry), mention of abyss princess lumine

AN. the new archon quest 🧍🏻‍♀️ it felt like a fever dream and it's a whole ass year again before we get to see this man so i am making it my mission to let him and his abyss-energy-fused dick live in my mind rent-free. also, if the anon that sent me this is still here to witness me posting this, hello :D this took me by surprise bcs i planned it to be short but here we are ig

it wasn't every day that you get dain's attention all to yourself.

you would often see him somewhere, busy, as always. sometimes, you would find yourself conversing with a few locals when dain tries to do things on his own as he would reason out that it's for your own safety. or you'd be up and about some part of the region searching for the abyss princess as to what he currently puts as his top priority.

these repeating turn of events would, most of the time, make you question whether you really matter to him seeing as he's always invested in things unrelated to you or what interests you. you don't ask too much from him but sometimes, a little attention would be nice, or have him answer all the questions that run inside your head.

yet, when dain would see that familiar expression painting your face as you make your bed for the night, he would put everything on hold and indulge more in what you'd request. he does make up for you, well, you have no complaints when he does because he'd always be there in a heartbeat for every beck and call.

hence why you're laid out on your bed, legs spread out with him toying with your already sore clit.

the idea of having sex had never once danced in between each conversation you'd have with dain. you'd rather spend the time to catch up on each other's day and sort out a route to where you both want to go next. it never fazed you when some people asked how your relationship with dain is going, not even bothered when some old women from liyue dramatically gasped as you've never been that intimate with your lover.

as the tension builds up throughout the months of overhearing people gossiping about their partners or be the victim of a drunk local telling you the tale of their sexual escapades, it draws out some images in your head. would dain be like the same as those oni's you've heard about? or have an impressive length similar to this one tale about a dragon lord? heck, would he have a dick that grows unrealistically big just like with the harbinger that you've heard about?

but who fucking cares anyway? you're about to get the real deal right now.

"what a curious mind you have there, princess." dain mindlessly mused as he press soft kisses along your thighs, leaving you breathless as he presses himself closer to your aching core. you can feel the heat from the big hard tent on his pants as he rubs himself to the dampness of your cunt. "i thought that eating you out could already satiate your pretty little head but you still want... what? what is it that you want from me again?"

he taunts, amused when he hears a cry from your disheveled form. "ah, didn't i say to tell me if you want something?"

"but it's embarrassing to say it!" you can't even fully reason out how humiliating it is for you to casually ask him that you want to see his dick as you let out another moan when he lightly thrusts his clothed cock on your core. he doesn't even let up, continuing his cruel pace in rubbing his aching dick on your already sensitive clit.

"p-please! i just, a-ah, want to see your d-dick!"

"say what again, princess?"

having enough of his teasing, you went to give your best in bending your body just to reach the big tent on his pants. "i want to see your dick dain and... i want you to fuck me, please."

you can feel a rush of heat all over your skin, your eyes quickly darting to the side to avoid dain's amused pair. a chuckle was all you heard before you felt his hands gently laying you down back to bed. in response to his pleased titter, you scoffed and gave him a quick glare.

"i'm sorry but you're just irresistible when you're so honest with me." he paused as he takes a sharp intake of air when he pulls out his leaking cock from the confines of his pants.

your eyes widen at the sight. no, it's not because he's as big as what you heard like the one of an oni or he has that delicious curve like that of the dragon cock but it's because the hue is unlike any other, the dark blue pulses as beads of white litters on the tip. fuck, when dain gave his dick a quick stroke, you can see how it grew a bit larger in his palm.

you drool just by imagining how it would feel inside of you.

"eyes up here, princess." he gave your thighs a light smack, pulling your attention back up before you felt the cockhead rubbing so gingerly on your little nub, smearing your cum on your lower lips.

"you're so eager for me, huh?" he can feel you trembling the more he pays attention to your aching core, gliding the head back and forth your lower lips, enough to push the head inside your hole but easy for him to just pull right back out. he's testing out the waters, waiting for more of your reactions and he could only see you enjoying yourself being please with the tip of his dick.

"just look at you, so wet and ready for me." and you are, feeling your arousal pool and spill right out of your needy hole while dain keeps making a mess out of it. your hips desperately buck right up, chasing for the head but he kept you pinned down on the soft mattress as he continues teasing you.

"dain, please, want to feel more of you." your hand went to grab his arms, giving it a light squeeze that you knew would get him to listen to you.

but it did the complete opposite.

"didn't you say that you want to see my dick?"

before you could argue back, dain had gently straightened both your legs upward, his strong arms locking you in place before pushing the dark blue cockhead in between your thighs. "been wanting to do this for so long," he uttered with a low groan, his body shivering when he thrusts his cock in the middle of your soft flesh, the rushed and hasty movements of the head prods at your clit. "you look so pretty like this, just letting me use you."

you gasped for air when he purposely prods at your puckering hole, angling his abyss-energy-fused cock to dive in and out of your thighs. your eyes caught a glimpse of how each streak of white glow, the nerves pulsing as he ruts himself so needily on you.

"so keep your pretty eyes on me and maybe, if you managed to do so, i might just give you what you want."

and you did, you desperately tried your best to keep looking at dain and just watching how he use your thighs to get off. it was a rare sight to see dain lose himself, tottering over the warmth and softness that covers his dick.

at first, he was scared that he might scare you off, thinking how unusual his cock looks. compared to what he thought you'd prefer to see in between your legs, about to rail the innocence out of you, his was far off the scales.

but when he saw your eyes almost sparkled when he pulled out his dick, hands so damn eager to touch him, and both your lips spilling out how much you want more of him just sends him over the edge. his pace quickened the more he stares at your needy form, enjoying the way your eyes fluttered close whenever he brushed against your hole before proceeding in sliding his cock back on your thighs.

"i'm so close, fuck, you feel so good 'round me like this, princess." and fuck, yes, you can feel more of his pre-cum ooze around the head and coats more of your already slick skin. it felt so dirty, so filthy to watch him fuck himself with your thighs and you felt dirtier when you were enjoying how his large dick, fused with the same abyss energy as his arm, slides back and forth your thighs.

"cum for me please," you whispered, urging your lover to release his load on your skin. within seconds, dain stopped his thrusts as he buried his cock between your legs, pressing it tighter as he shoots his load on your flesh, slowly having the thick globs of his cum drip down on your core.

while dain goes to steady his breathing, you went to open up your legs to see how much cum had covered your body, the scent of sex causing your head to fizzle out that you had nothing in your mind but the need to see his dick filling you up.

dainsleif was shocked when you went to reach out for his cock, the keenness in your eyes captivating as you focused on his dick.

"wanna see how it looks as you fuck me." your request came like a cry, a whimper of desperation. and you can feel the way dain's dick twitched on your hand.

you're going to be the death of him.

#⇲ full-streams #nsfw.txt #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #dainsleif smut #dainsleif x reader smut #the archon quest PLEASE #i am 🧍🏻‍♀️#man pls stay still for once 😤

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eskir · 2 months

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dusk - sunday x gn!reader

warnings - nsfw, smut, dubcon, and slight yandere?

word count - 864

a/n | i have no clue what i'm doing with this tbh and i apologize if there are any mistakes. this is probably one of my first writing bits for him and my grammar is off, i will admit. was also unsure of whether to keep it in third person or second so i just choose the latter. no explicit details and the first paragraph was just me trying to get into the mood of writing. thanks for reading if you do! oh, also took some inspo from sleepingelvhen's and mimisplayground's posts. i am also so embarrassed by what i wrote at 11pm so take this fever dream.

He smiles down upon you, playing the role of an angel as he extends a hand, a helping hand, as if he had nothing to do with your current situation. As if he didn’t orchestrate it so that you would gratefully take his hand, run into his arms and cling onto him as if he was the only safe thing in your world. And Sunday relished feeling like he was the only thing that mattered. Even more, he loved controlling and twisting events and words so successfully to fulfill his own desires. Sunday loved that you never found out, and he would do anything to keep it that way.

He loved it when you were under him, panting with your face painted a deep shade of red. He enjoyed looking over you, touching you in places that he knew would elicit little sounds. Dragging his finger down your spine slowly, watching your back arch and not caring if you begged for him to hurry. ‘you want me to go faster? you’ll have to earn it,’ he’d whisper in your ears, his voice soft and a smile adorning his face that doesn’t reach his eyes.

He's ruthless, bringing you to the edge, watching you writhe underneath him with a coy smile. Sunday doesn’t do anything except continue, wearing you out. If small tears form, he'll wipe them away and coo at you in a sickly sweet way as he continues. He draws out begs and whines, almost pushing you over the edge until he stops suddenly, a pleasant smile on his face as if he had no clue what he just did.

He'd make you beg even more, persuading, almost forcing, promises out of you. Making you swear that you'd never interact with those individuals again or that you'd stay by his side forever, whichever suited his mood. And if Sunday wasn’t in the mood to draw out promises? He'd tease you instead, maybe bringing out some toys with the promise of continuing if, and only if, you put it on. So you let him tie you up, placing a gag over your mouth and a blindfold over your eyes. Blind to both what's happening and the manipulation occurring.

And he wouldn’t stop once, he’d do it multiple times over the course of hours. Enjoying the way that you broke down, nearly begging for his touch. He'd find small things to critique you over, like the way that you talked to that one person for just a little bit too long, or the smile you flashed to the person that was obviously flirting with you. Sunday paints those events as things requiring punishment, and what better punishment than delay? After all, you wouldn’t ever want to experience what other punishment he has to offer, no?

The only thing stopping him from continuing this cycle is the exhaustion that he can see building up. Be that the way that your eyes start to close or the subtle shift in your tone, he notices it all. So finally he brings pushes you over the edge.

And at the end of it all, he’s barely tired. You can feel the way that your legs will barely function the next day, a numb jelly like feeling spreading throughout your body. But he doesn't, only watching and finding a certain amount of joy, knowing that you'll have to rely on him the next day. But it’s still nighttime, so he caresses your flushed face, tracing your cheekbones and jawline ever so softly. He takes note of the way your eyes close from exhaustion, wiping away sweat and drawing circles on your skin idly.

He doesn’t often take you this far, but today he didn’t feel like using honeyed words to keep you near. Instead, he now brushes his fingers over your body, a grin forming as you flinch and ultimately move into his touch. Sunday knows that you enjoyed his touches, no matter how little or tiring, still seeming to crave his love. So he uses it against you, under whatever righteous guise he chooses.

But as long as you remain devoted to him, like a worshipper to a god, he will stay patient, follow your whims, and be a 'good' person. As long as you were devoted, he would persuade you in the gentlest way, through soft touches and sweet words. Never mind his demeanor toward others.

So he picks up your tired body, pressing kisses to your forehead as he draws a bath. Letting you rest in warm water, he massages your head, soap bubbles forming. He scrubs your body, maybe a few teasing touches, but nothing more. Sunday understands that you're tired.

After the bath, he bundles you up in blankets, preparing to clean himself as well. He does it quickly, not wanting to miss out a single moment with you. When he comes back, if you're still awake, he'll cuddle with you, kissing you more. If you try to kiss him back, he'll smile, shaking his head as he motions for you to go to sleep. So eventually you do, warm and comfortable, knowing that the next day will be decided based off of Sunday’s whims.

#what the hell did i just write #sunday #sunday x reader #hsr sunday x reader #smut #is this really smut?#hsr sunday smut #probably is smut #hsr smut #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #11pm writing hits different #i'm ignoring my 3am writing

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kairoot · 7 months

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❝ 𝟖:𝟎𝟏 𝐚.𝐦. ❞ | smg.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff !

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : none really, lower case is used

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 : no

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dad!mingi x black!fem!reader

author’s note: i apologize in advance for the amount of baby content you guys are about to see. my baby fever has been through the roof

ss ➜ in which mingi spends a day with his daughter alone, for the first time in a while. just a daddy-daughter day : p

“mingi,” you pat your husband’s shoulder. he stirred around a bit, but you received no response.

“mingi.” you repeated, more sternly this time. you shook his shoulder causing him to hum.

“gi, i’m leaving.”

“mhm.” he shifted against the pillow, eyes still not opening.

“jordyns’ in her room, babe. make sure she eats something in time. and you too; get something to eat.” you grabbed your things, heading for the door and stopping to look back at mingi’s dormant form.

a few seconds passed by before he gave you another hum, and fell back into his dreams.

you shook your head, smiling and headed for the door.

mingi awoke to a small figure climbing on to him, arms wrapped around his neck.

“bubba? what are you doing awake?” his voice came out groggy as he brought a hand up to rub the sleep out of his eye.

“daddy, it’s morning.” jordyn said, answering his question.

“right..” he mumbled.

he brought a hand down to her small back, rubbing circles as he tightly embraced her. the two year old nuzzled her face into her father’s chest, still trying to wake up.

mingi continued his mini massage, occasionally kissing jordyn’s forehead until she lifted her head.

“daddy, i’m hungry.” she pouted slightly, sitting up all the way this time. mingi cooed at her expression, now noticing that he needed something in his belly as well.

he rubbed his stomach, trying to calm the growling and gurgling, “me too.. let’s go make something, yeah?”

jordyn nodded, climbing off of the bed and running to the door. mingi sat up slowly, eyes still adjusting to the bright room.

she urged her puffy-eyed father to move faster, hunger pains starting to irritate her. mingi just chuckled, walking over by the door and scooping her up in his arms.

now standing in the kitchen, mingi decided to make one of jordyn’s favorites; pancakes.

“daddy, where’s mama?” she spoke in her small voice, pout visible in her tone.

“she’s at work, baby,” he cooed at her once again, feeling empathetic towards the girl. “it’ll just be you and daddy today, okay?”

she nodded slowly, eyes turning back to her show on the tv. mingi finished cooking, bringing her plate to the table and pouring juice for the both of them.

he sat next to jordyn, both of them digging into their plates. jordyn hummed in approval at the pancakes.

“is it good, mama?” mingi laughed at her expression. she nodded, going back in for about two more bites.

the dishes were settled in the sink, mingi sat on the couch with jordyn next to him, playing with her toys. he scrolled through his phone for some time before it began to ring with an incoming facetime call.

“jojo, hi!” wooyoung beamed on the other side of the screen. jordyn’s attention was taken away from her activities as she grinned at the sight of her uncle.

“uncle youngie!” she let out a tiny gasp, wooyoung responding with an ‘awe’.

seonghwa joined in, taking the phone away from wooyoung. him and mingi chatted for some time, while wooyoung and jordyn made faces at each other through the screen.

“so, what do you plan on doing for today?” seonghwa asked mingi.

“nothing really, i might stop by the studio. or maybe me and jojo’ll get some lunch.” he shrugged, running a hand through his disheveled strands. hwa nodded as they continued to talk, sharing thoughts on different topics and family life.

after hanging up, mingi decided that him and his daughter would actually be productive. him and jordyn went upstairs to her room, choosing to get her ready first.

he dug through her drawer and closet until he found something that fit for the cloudy weather. he got her dressed and moved to her hair.

now, mingi wasn’t an expert but he had seen you do your daughter’s hair so many times so he had an idea of what to put in it.

he sat her in his lap, applying the curling cream you bought for her. with her being mixed, her curls could either get really loose or really tight. he rubbed the product together and then applied it all over her head.

he brushed through it gently, having zero intentions on hurting his baby. he sprayed a bit of water before throwing her hair back up into a messy ponytail.

mingi now hustled down the steps of your home, bag and toddler in his hands. he grabbed his keys, making sure he had everything before heading out the door.

he opened the door to his black vehicle, placing jordyn in her seat. he made sure everything was buckled before he made his way to the drivers side.

author’s note: this actually turned out shorter than it was meant to be. i had more ideas but i forgot them cause this has been sitting in my drafts for like 2 weeks now..

taglist: @haechansbbg (message or comment to be added)

#kairoot #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez x black reader #ateez ambw #dad au #dad!atz #dad!ateez #dad ateez #ateez as dads #song mingi #ateez imagines #ateez mingi #ambw fic #ateez fic #ateez fluff

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politemenacephd · 4 months

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Arachnophilia (Part Four)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Contents (part 4): Reader goes into heat, Miguel is rutting, rough sex, creampie, monster/human relationship, breeding kink, oral (reader recieving), face riding, size difference.

You're a new recruit to the spider society, and you've just been sent on your first mission on one condition: Do not contact Miguel's variant in this universe. When your mission goes wrong you break that rule very quickly, desperate for help, only to find that Miguel's variant here is not what you expected. He's stoic but kind, awkward but sincere, and he's also an enormous human-spider hybrid: a drider, both human and arachnid. You decide to continue seeing Miguel in secret, with the rest of the society unaware. You really want to stay friends after all. That is, until Miguel suddenly goes into a rut. Word count: 3798

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Once you entered Miguel’s nest you planned to recuperate and discuss what had happened, but you underestimated just how tired you were.

It’d gotten late while you were copulating in the woods; a storm had swept in with the coming night, leaving you stranded in the dark.

You could have taken a portal to leave but you were truly exhausted, and Miguel’s gentle insistence that he keep you here eventually won you over. You agreed to sleep here for the night.

While Miguel slept beside you, you got to thinking.

As much as you’d enjoyed Miguel and this strange but welcome sexual awakening, you knew you couldn’t indulge this dangerous liaison a second time without protection. His insistence on getting you pregnant, while thrilling in the moment, wasn’t exactly an empty promise. You needed to go home before indulging again.

After all, you did still like him a lot. He was handsome, in his own inhuman way, and the thrill of being taken by such a man was unmatched. He was strange but kind, stoic but considerate, scary on the outside and sweetly awkward on the inside. He was a monster, but, he was your friend.

Except, were you friends? Was that not a naïve thought now, bordering on absurd? You’d just been fucked into oblivion by him and told you were his mate. Your cheeks burned at the memories, still so erotic and fresh in your mind. Even if you stayed friends, it wouldn’t ever be the same.

You just had to discuss it later, you thought.

You reluctantly allowed your exhaustion to take over, and fell into a deep sleep at his side.

For the first half of the night you slumbered in a dreamless void, your body numbed by warmth and softness. You were too tired to dream. All you could do was recover in this blissful state, as your body processed what had been done to it.

You rested. You snored. You dozed against his sleeping, fuzzy form well into the night.

But then something else hit you.

Like a bullet to the gut you were overwhelmed by a sudden burning need. You squirmed both in your dreams and in real life, hands clutching at the silk sheets.

You were filled with deep, vivid, sopping wet dreams, ones that made you whimper aloud. You dreamed you were back in the woods in the dark, your body scrambling in the dirt as Miguel’s eyes burned against your back. You dreamed you felt his fingers massaging your cunt.

More.

In the dream he penetrated you with those calloused fingers, forcing you to squirt. In the dream he withdrew his hand just to admire your slick. He showed off the transparent strings as they clung to his fingers, before taking you to the ground.

More. More.

Your blood was pumping hard, almost too hard. You felt like you had a fever.

In real life you moaned. Your clit began to throb, quickly becoming swollen to the point that rubbing your thighs together was painful, as every muscle in your cunt began to clench around a cock that wasn’t there.

In the dream you felt his breath on your neck. You felt his claws piercing your skin as he took you from behind. You felt teeth impaling your skin just as his cock impaled your cunt. He was tasting you, devouring you.

More. More. More.

In a state of semi-wakefulness you squirmed in the bed, whining pathetically. You began to mimic the dream in real life as you hips moved on their own, grinding and bucking, trying anything to simulate what your body was craving. You rubbed your swollen labia against the cool sheets until they were wet.

Oh god, you were sweating. You were physically sweating and your skin was burning up.

More. More. More. More.

What was happening? Why?

It hurts, your mind screamed. It hurts, it hurts.

In this state of agony you didn’t have a chance to even think about it. All you could think was one thing: you needed to get fucked. You needed it. You needed something to penetrate you.

It was this carnal stirring which woke Mig from his own exhaustion.

He was adorably sleepy. His hair was curly and ruffled on his head, a stark contrast to its usual slicked back style, and his eyes were half-lidded as he struggled to wake up.

He probably would have gone back to sleep had he not smelled you.

The divine, intoxicating smell of his mate in heat, the most potent aphrodisiac. His heart pumped a little faster as his pupils dilated.

With a soft grunt he widened his eyes, only to find you mewling and begging at his side.

‘Mig… please… please, please- please—’

Your pleading turned to gibberish as you drooled onto the silk sheets, your nails scraping for release. He saw you grinding on the bed and immediately throbbed in response.

‘Mi tesoro?’

‘It hurts’ you whined. ‘It hurts, fuck- I need, please—anything—please, please, I’ll do anything—’

Oh no. He knew what this was. The grinding, the begging, the painful throbbing of an unsatisfied body? He knew the signs too well. It was exactly how he’d felt before when his rut had started.

‘Poor arañita’ he cooed. He bent and shifted his thick, furred spider legs to draw you in close. ‘Shh, I know, it hurts. Do you want me to relieve you?’

You physically bit the mattress to stave off the agony of being unfilled. ‘Mm… mm, mmhmm, mmhmm.'

‘Shh, it’s okay, I’ll help. Let me help.’

Miguel turned your naked body onto its back and eagerly shoved his head between your thighs.

You were on fire. You were so sensitive that every brush of his body became imprinted on your brain. The soft, thick tussles of his hair on your lower belly, the roughness of the skin on his jaw and chin, the warm wetness of his full lips as they spread you wide.

His tongue hit your pussy, and you almost cried.

It was like pouring water on fire. Your clit, aching and painfully swollen for attention, throbbed into submission the moment you felt his tongue. It was so wet, so warm, easily gliding over every inch of your slit.

His eyes glazed over as he started tonguing your vulva, his clawed hands drawing you deeper into his mouth. His muffled groans vibrated right through you.

‘Mm…. mm…’

You involuntarily began to grind on his face, eagerly pushing his nose against your clit for extra relief. He just let you do it. He submitted to you quickly, letting you grab his hair and ride his tongue while he gawked at you with those big red eyes.

You rode him for as long as your aching legs would allow, until they were physically shaking from the strain. When you collapsed back into the mattress Miguel withdrew in order to catch his breath; the fool had gotten so excited that he’d forgotten to breathe.

‘Ah… arañita, do you—’

‘Please- fuck me’ you rasped. You were trembling like a leaf with the intensity of your own need, an intensity which easily melted your concerns into vapor. His tongue wasn’t enough. You needed more.

‘Please’ you repeated, ‘please. Please fuck me.’

Miguel’s eyes widened in response. His abdomen began to gently vibrate with excitement.

‘Are you, sure? I can—’

‘PLEASE, please, Mig, just- fucking, cum in me, please!’

Your bark of an order was enough to make him melt with satisfaction on its own.

You rolled onto your front as Miguel frantically moved to mount you. His spider half folded down against your lower torso while his upper half collapsed against your back, his clawed hands quickly pinning your wrists above your head. You were squirming your hips to find his cock before he’d even gotten it out.

‘Please- please- please!’

‘Okay, okay, gently now. I know you’re sore, I will- try, to be gentle. Ah- fuck—I-I’ll try, I promise—’

He spread your legs with ease and his body began nestling itself into position. He was already erect so it was easy to let his phallus slip out and push between your thighs.

He allowed one of his back legs to remove the seal on your cunt, and with a guttural grunt he attempted to push his shaft inside you.

‘You- a-ah—you need to, loosen up for me, please, mi tesoro—’

Even in this state, with your cunt creamy and dripping with slick, he had to shove his way in. Your knuckles hurt from gripping the sheets so tight. You grit your teeth; you could bare it.

‘Come on… come on, please—’

Miguel pumped, and pushed, massaging your muscles until they stretched as wide as they could, and finally he bottomed out.

You cried for real the moment his thick girth split you open. Little pretty tears of relief clung to your lashes as he held you down, and with misty eyes you relished the feeling of his veiny shaft slowly squishing and exploring your insides.

At last, true relief. Each wet, filthy penetration from him seemed to rub away the pain you’d felt, leaving you in a blissful state of numbness and gratification.

It was like pouring cold water on a burn, like your internal muscles had been pulled and his cock was helping to massage them out. You moaned and panted with each thrust.

‘Mig… fuck… Thank you, thank you…’

You felt him bristle at your praise. He throbbed inside you so aggressively that your muscles clenched.

‘Poor thing’ he repeated. You felt him give one tentative thrust. ‘You poor creature. Now, let me- relieve you of your suffering.’

He only wasted a few short pumps getting you adjusted before starting to fuck you properly. He was aching to cum in you again now, just as much as you were aching to get fucked.

‘Poor little thing’ he repeated, his voice husky. ‘Is that better, sweet arañita?’

‘Yes- yes, yes, just-- Fuck me harder, please, harder!’ you begged.

Miguel obliged. He began to pump vigorously, punching the tip of his cock right up against your cervix with each thrust. You cried out with each one.

‘Harder- fuck, harder—’

You felt the full weight of his body and cock at once as he began pushing you to your limits. Every thrust caused his abdomen to smack against your ass and thighs, both of which were now raw from the impact. You felt your body jiggle with each slap.

‘Please’ you mewled pathetically. ‘Please, please- ‘s so good- so, good, please, more, please.’

‘Oh, I like this’ he panted. ‘You’re so- sweet, begging for me, mi arañita. So sweet.’

You drooled onto his hand as he gripped your wrists tighter. He shakily kissed the crown of your head.

‘You want my babies?’ he whispered, now utterly drunk on your pheromones. You, too drunk to know this was a bad idea to indulge, whined right back.

‘Mhm, mhm, mhm.’

‘You want my babies, arañita?’

He was crushing you beneath him at this point, thrusting right up to your navel with faster and faster pumps.

‘Please’ you whined, ‘I want- I want it, please—’

‘What do you want?’

If you weren’t somewhat superhuman yourself you were sure his aggressive mating would have broken your back by this point. You took it all in brainless ecstasy.

‘I want- you- to get me pregnant’ you pleaded, giving in to your own hormonal turmoil. He gripped your wrists so hard they ached.

‘Then take it’ he hissed. ‘Take it.’

‘Fuck- give it to me Mig—’

You felt his seed from last night pooling out and coating your thighs, dripping onto the silk below. It failed to saturate there so it just dripped down onto the floor, but you didn’t care. He was making room for more.

You clung to the mattress as he rocked you into it. His chest was heaving as he panted, and you could feel his sweat dripping from his jaw to your neck. You could feel he was close.

You begged for it. You prayed for that sweet release, knowing it would finally end the burning ache in your loins.

‘Fuck- fuck come here—’

He dropped your wrists and instead used both his hands and his soft forelegs to clutch your waist, pulling you to him. You winced as he started to physically drag your body up and down his cock, pushing it as deep as it could go.

‘Mmf- mmf- mmf- come on—’

His breath was so hot it condensed in the air like smoke, curling between his bared fangs. In this state he was far more spider than man.

‘Breed me, please’ you whined. He involuntarily hissed. You felt his claws digging into your skin, but it only served to fuel your gratification. You let him pierce you, you let him do whatever he wanted. Anything was worth it to kill the ache.

‘Mmf- mmf- mmf- mmf-!’

You heard him grunting with each rabid pump. They were getting erratic.

‘I’m- going- to- cum—’

He gave four hard thrusts to match each word he said, forcing a desperate cry from you. You clenched him and he throbbed back.

‘Going- to- breed you—’

‘Cum in me, cum in me, please—’

‘ARGH!’

You heard Miguel snap his fangs on nothing, biting the air with a sharp crack. The terror made you clench harder.

The brutality in his body, the primal drive, it was unbearable. You broke down and manoeuvred your hand beneath your body as he continued to pound it into the mattress, awkwardly massaging your own swollen clit.

You were so tightly wound that you came undone almost immediately. You orgasmed right as he hit his peak, spasming and screaming and sweating as those heavenly ripples of gratification turned your body to jelly, and Miguel tipped with you.

‘MMF- F-Fuck--!’

With a heavy groan Miguel climaxed inside you for the second time. His body heaved with each pump, each pulse, his abdomen nearly crushing your ribs as he bore down on top of you. Each spurt was pulsed as deep as it could go, filling the space he’d just emptied, until every inch of your cunt was thick and painted with his seed.

You both rocked to a stop slowly, only fully coming to a halt when the last bit of him was spent inside you. When you moved you felt it. Thick, viscous, warm. When he pulled out it was so heavy you barely even noticed his absence.

In a haze Miguel plugged your pussy with his web once more, before planting an exhausted kiss on your spine and nape.

‘Good… good arañita. Do you feel better now?’

In the aftermath it was like stepping out of a foggy room into the daylight. You panted as Miguel struggled to push himself back up.

‘What… did I do, oh god, fuck, I’m—’ You buried your face into your hands. ‘I’m so- sorry, that—’

‘No apologizing, arañita.’

While Miguel rose to fetch something from the other side of the nest you wallowed in guilt.

‘Oh my… GOD I’m so sorry—’

‘Oye. Arañita, I told you. No apologizing.’

You weakly shuffled on the mattress as Miguel returned with a wooden bowl full of rainwater he’d collected from the branches outside. You chugged it down hard, the cool drops sliding down your jaw and onto the silk beneath. Miguel returned to roaming the nest.

‘Did- why did I do that?’ you wheezed. ‘It- it hurt, it’s never hurt before—’

‘That’s how I feel when I rut’ Miguel said gently. He was busy trying to clear the egregious amount of his own ejaculate now coating the floor, and was struggling to speak at the same time. ‘I’m assuming, based on- inductive reasoning, that its just- part of the heat.’

‘But that- I’ve never done that before’ you argued. ‘I’ve never been that badly down, like I’ve ached from my sex drive before but that was—’

‘Well, that’s where I should probably apologize’ Miguel grunted. He’d finally cleared the bed and was now approaching your side once more, his arms apologetically folded.

‘What? Why?’

‘Because— Ah, well...’ You watched as Miguel sank back down to face you again, his hands clasped on the front of his abdomen in the same way one would clasp them in their lap. He didn’t look embarrassed so much as sympathetic to your plight.

‘Now we’ve- mated, it will make it worse. Before your pheromones were sent out to locate a viable partner, to- signal for one, but, now you’ve got one. So, your hormones will be pushing you to mate as much as possible. The same process is occurring inside me right now.’

You almost spat out the second drink you’d been having. ‘I’m- wait, is that it? But I’m not- I’m not, half spider, I’m not—’

As you frantically tried to wipe your chin Miguel stopped you, using his clawed hand to clear the little droplets instead. He looked endlessly patient.

‘You said yourself. We’re both strange on the inside.’

You blinked. Even now, that touch made you giddy.

‘I… Yeah, sure, but- but, why—’

‘Oh, mi tesoro. This is the point. This is natural.’

‘Natural…?’

‘Yes. Of course. It’s just what your body wants, what- mine, wants.’

‘So… so, are you saying this will happen again?’ you asked. Miguel, blunt as ever, just nodded.

You didn’t respond. You turned and stared vacantly at the wall as he watched you, and in your head you tried frantically to think of a plan.

You had to leave now, right? Before it’d been a little indulgence, a little slip, a need to taste something dangerous to fulfil your perverted dreams. But if what he was saying was true, you’d be bound here, unable to stop letting him fuck you until you were utterly spent and used.

You couldn’t do that right? You had already pushed a boundary by letting him cum in you unprotected once, but now twice? And god, it’d been so much cum. Plus, he was definitely getting rougher. If you kept this up you’d be in real trouble.

You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t. It was wrong.

Your mild panic must have shown on your face, as Miguel’s face slowly began to soften as he watched you.

Despite his own constant arousal, his own hormonal nightmare, he still saw you. He still saw you as the strange little human who appeared out of nowhere and showed him no fear, who went out of their way to show him affection and attention when no one else would.

For a moment, he felt guilt. Deep, old guilt, like a festering wound that never healed. Guilt for giving in, for tainting you with him, for becoming a part of you. He knew in his heart that when he called you tesoro he meant it, that you were precious beyond words, but he also knew that this was quite the jump he’d taken to keep you.

But he didn’t want to give you up, not in his rational mind nor in his instinctual urges. He wanted you to be happy, he wanted to serve you, but above all else he needed you. He needed you to be his.

‘Arañita?’

His words jolted you back into the moment, drawing you to face him. His eyes were soft on your face.

‘I…’

When you failed again to speak, he leaned in. He pressed his cheek to yours and gently huffed into your hair, allowing you to lean on his thick neck for support.

‘I’ll take care of you’ he whispered. Those words stirred the hairs on your neck, sending goosebumps down your spine. His claws found your waist. ‘I’ll take care of you. You’ll be okay.’

You had to leave. You had to.

Slowly, you opened your mouth to speak. You had to talk. You had to face him.

But then it hit again.

The ache.

The pain.

Your whole body burned up in seconds, like a fire had been lit inside your chest. A low, agonised moan escaped your lips.

‘F-F…. Mmm, mmm…’

The change in both of you was instantaneous. All that higher thought, those soft human worries, they were drowned in your shared instinctual arousal. He smelled you and it took him like a drug.

‘Ah… arañita, you- smell so good.’

You bent over and whined, your naked body pressing tight to his chest. His abdomen twitched with arousal

‘Need- need more—’ you whimpered.

‘Already? Are you sure you’re—’

‘YES! Please, just- f-fuck, more, please, more!’

In a flood of burning panic, you kissed him. The way you both devolved into chaos, it was feral on both ends. Your nails clawed at his neck as his tongue went down your throat. You bit his lip, forcing him to groan. He took you to the floor.

You rolled about his nest in a tangled mess, scratching and biting at each other like dogs. Fighting for control, fighting for any relief that could tide you over instead of letting him take you again.

You lost the fight.

You went straight into doggie as Miguel clambered to mount you. He pressed his abdomen against your ass as his human hands dug into the ceiling for stability, framing himself as if he was doing pull-ups, all while letting his forelegs grip your hips. You faithfully mewled and bent your head.

Without words he opened the slit in his abdomen, releasing his cock so hard it bounced as it hit your rear. He didn’t even get a chance to praise you. In your ravenous, burning, aching state, you pushed him inside you, using your hand and bucking hips to help guide him inside. He slid into your walls with a devasting squelch, as cum and slick pooled and gushed from your cunt.

‘A-Ah, f—fuck, arañita.’

He was just as overstimulated as you, but he also couldn’t turn it away. He was just as tense, just as tightly wound. He groaned as you started to ride his cock like a sex toy you’d stuck to the wall.

‘That’s it’ he purred. ‘That’s it. Ride me. Ride your mate.’

You hugged his pulsing cocking with your walls, furiously arching back and forth. The violent slap of your skin against his abdomen filled your ears. You were sore, and exhausted, but nothing would satisfy you but this. Nothing. You needed this. You needed this monster to ruin you.

You rode him to completion once more, until you physically couldn’t stand.

Just one more, you thought between moans. Just one more time couldn’t hurt.

Just one more. Just one. Just one. Link to part five

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spider man 2099 #smut with plot #drider #miguel x reader #monster human relationship #smut fanfiction

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uchispeach · 2 months

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Crazy Over You (One-shot)

Pairing: Dark! Reader x Dark! Rafe

➥ Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, violence, death, toxic relationship, dark! reader…

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“Would you kill for me?” The blond looked at you through his sharp eyes, a cloud of smoke appearing around him as he gave your shared joint another drag.

You laid on your back, eyes on him as you admired his rough features under the fluorescent light.

At the lack of reply, the back of his palm impacted against your stomach. “Answer me” You barely registered the hit, too enticed with his presence.

“I guess” You giggled, grabbing your chest as if it was about to explode.

The whole situation felt like a fever dream, mind too faded to scrutinize everything that came out of your mouth. “Yeah, without a doubt” You reaffirmed lazily, reaching out for Rafe’s face.

You gave his cheek a light squeeze before letting out a lighthearted chuckle. The Cameron boy found it contagious, chest rumbling in uncontrollable laughter.

(…)

You weren’t lying. You wished you were, but you weren’t; and the pained moans from a dying woman were there to prove it.

The now empty gun slipped from your frail grip, bouncing a few times before finally laying a few meters beside you.

“Y/N!” Your boyfriend raised his voice while approaching you with heavy steps. Still, you remained frozen -no reaction as Rafe continued to call out for you-.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You could see him waving his arms right in front of you, cursing under his breath as he went back and forth.

“Huh?” His strong palms held onto your shoulders, weighing you down as he shook you violently. Your body moved in an aggressive motion, but your brain continued to go at a slow pace.

“I had no choice” Your whisper was barely audible. Wide eyes focused on the specks of blood on the floor. “I had no choice” This time the words came out in a rush.

“Rafe, I had to do it…” Hands touched his broad shoulders, an action made to reciprocate him. “She…She was going to kill you” You finally faced him, blown pupils looking straight at him.

The Cameron boy seemed disturbed, brows furrowed in a deep scowl. Strands of dirty blond were all over his front, covering his face.

Your delicate fingers reached out for his frame, getting between his hair and pulling softly at it. Once it was cleared, you squeezed his cheeks together while getting extremely close.

Your warm breath hit his lips as you opened your mouth once again, “I saved you” without noticing straight away, tears started falling out -soaking your skin-.

His breathing became faster and heavier while he put his hands above yours, gripping them tightly, so tightly it hurt.

“Fuck!” He spat out, getting rid of your hold as he made his way towards the corpse.

Mrs. Limbrey’s cold body rested peacefully, the revolver still in her bony digits.

Rafe groaned in frustration as he carried the old lady on his back, kicking the weapon to the side before throwing her mindlessly in the truck’s cargo bed.

Your lover turned his back on you as he frantically closed the padlock. The movement was fast, but not fast enough for you to not catch a glimpse of the other dead body.

Carla and his brother were now resting in peace on the back of the vehicle, alongside the gold cross.

That damned cross. The relic’s value wasn’t totally on the monetary side, it also relied on the rotting greeed it caused in everyone who set their eyes on it.

You had seen it, the blond had become fixated on bringing it home and calling it his. Even dragging you with him in his exhausting search.

You followed him because you trusted him wholeheartedly; the Limbrey siblings on the other hand, you had suspected them since the first encounter.

When strong arms wrapped around your waist, you barely reacted; allowing the blond to push you against a metal door.

“Hey” He looked for your gaze, unsuccessfully. “Hey!” The screaming went accompanied by a slap to the face.

The sting came later than it should have, cheek starting to bloat at Rafe’s harsh methods.

All you did was flinch, no real defense put up against him.

“We’re gonna get on that damn car and I’ll drive us to the swamp” Violence had slightly pulled you out from the initial state of shock, so you nodded. “I need you to act fucking normal” He shook you against his arms, sort of allowing you the comfort of his chest’s warmth.

You nodded frantically, wanting to comply in hopes of a better treatment. Not long after, you wiped away any residue of your tears.

With a blurred vision, you saw your boyfriend moving to the side while opening the door for you. A sneer was your only warning before you were shoved into the passenger's seat.

The sound of your nape hitting the seat was alarmingly loud. Still, all you could think of was the clear annoyance that reflected on the boy’s face.

(…)

Getting rid of the bodies wasn’t as difficult as you thought, all Rafe had to do was throw both of them into the cloudy water and wait for the crocodiles to do the rest of the job.

No more than a couple of minutes have passed when they were completely devoured. So, you couldn’t quite understand why the Cameron boy continued to look exasperated.

“It’s over” You tried to reassure him with a hand on his forearm, but he remained stoic, gripping the steering wheel with an unhealthy force.

“Rafe, we have the cross…nothing else matters” You whispered sweetly into his ear, leaning towards his side; the blond didn’t appreciate that, because mere seconds after you pronounced those words, you felt the truck giving a violent turn.

“Rafe!” Your body bounced against the door, a pained gasp left your lips at the last impact.

You felt a slight ringing on your ears as the vehicle completely stopped. You tried to incorporate, looking at your surroundings before being held back by a brute force.

“Ra-” You were interrupted by a harsh squeeze. “Shut up!” Rafe’s eyes were dark, a kind of darkness you’ve never seen on them.

His rings buried themselves on your soft skin. He shook you by the neck, a series of muffled whimpers barely leaving your throat.

“You fucked us!” He spat on your teary face. “Shit!” The blond’s frustrated scream had been almost drowned by the overwhelming sound of the horn.

His knuckles looked all red and bloodied now, still, the aggressiveness didn’t cease.

Your lungs burned in desperation while you put your smaller hands on his, dragging your nails along his skin. “Please” your voice was barely audible.

“You killed a Limbrey…we’re screwed” Your boyfriend was now all over your face, sweat on his forehead as he slightly shook in rage.

He cursed you out when a particular deep scratch was given. The burning sensation of open cuts made him retreat, allowing you to free from his lethal hold.

The coughing was uncontrollable as you massaged your bruising throat Still, you managed to speak in between coughs “She was pointing a gun at you” Your voice was deeply hoarse.

“I fucking saved your life!” Your neck stung as you lifted it up, looking at the blond behind your messy hair.

Rafe stayed back as he saw you crawling towards him. Cold palms positioned on his hard chest. Your eyes held a pleading eagerness on them.

The blond didn’t react when your trembling lips covered his stiff ones, neither when your breasts rubbed slowly against the fabric of his shirt.

“I love you…” A sweet whisper in between dainty pecks. Your hands roamed from his clavicle to his abdomen, stroking in constant circles just as he liked.

His eyes scanned over your frame in growing temptation. Either way, he held back -grabbing both of your wrists to stop them from wandering around-.

Ignoring the burning sensation of his grip, you begged in a sultry voice. “We’ll figure it out…together”

You pushed back, shoving your face onto Rafe in a heated kiss. Your mouth moved impatiently against his, hips bucking rhythmically in hopes of creating a pleasurable friction.

You could feel him growing under his expensive pants. At the same time, his breathing became messier.

You recognized the containment on his voice when he groaned at a particular deep thrust.

Even though you dragged your head back in search of oxygen, a line of saliva still connected both of your mouths.

“Relax” You twisted your wrists, little whines protesting to be set free. Rafe complied, licking his lower lip when dropping your arms around his nape.

Your fingers intertwined with his silky hair, pulling aggressively at it to get extensive access to his neck. A trail of wet kisses was left from his chin to his chest; you made sure you lick his sensitive spots, warm tongue making small circles on the exposed skin.

His hips became alive, crashing against yours in order to appease the boiling need on the pit of his stomach. You continued sucking on that specific spot that had him hoarsely groaning.

It didn’t take long before he reached out information his best, slowing down your brutal pace in order to free the tent on his pants. You stood still for some torturous seconds, pupils blown as you saw him taking out his lengthy shaft.

Now out of its confinements, the boy’s cock stood proudly at your button belly’s height. You were quick to wrap your hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes before finding a continuous pace.

One hand on his groin and the other in his shirt as you made a painful hickey right above his clavicle. Your tongue moved expertly until it was interrupted by a mean grip.

Rafe’s eager fingers had your jaw stinging with a harsh squeeze. He basically forced you away, just to pull you immediately back with a bite to your plump lip.

He dragged his tongue above the open cut, making you taste it as he shoved the wet muscle inside your mouth.

The blond couldn’t resist tugging your hair, finding satisfaction in the way your jaw opened wider at the hurt gasps.

His free arm got lost under your jeans, dragging his hand to cup your sex. You moaned sweetly at the feel of his freezing palm in contact with your wam entrance.

Rafe smirked while rubbing a digit between your wet folds. “This pussy’s all mine” You nodded, mind already dizzy by the blond’s consuming heat.

Keenness got the best of you as you clumsily undid your jeans; the blond helped you to get rid of them, practically tearing them from you before throwing them carelessly to the back.

You were about to take your underwear off, but the Cameron boy was ahead of you. A loud snap had you flinching, surprised to see a shredded piece of lace landing on the passenger’s seat.

The cold breeze made your nipples harden under your blouse. Your boyfriend seemed to notice it, forcing the piece of clothing out of your body.

His eyes darkened in hungry anticipation, eyeing your perky mounds with pure lust.

His teeth felt overwhelmingly good when they sinked on your breasts. Lovely redness covered your entire chest after a couple minutes of rough treatment.

The blond was unstoppable, viewing your flesh as a blank canvas he was entitled to paint.

Your whines and cries sent him into a state of frenzy -yearning to taste more of you-.

“Fuck me already…shit!” You jumped at a particular rough bite. He simply chuckled, lifting you by the hips to comply with your desperate request.

His veiny hand stroked his erection; thick cock shining with pre-cum. His tip got close to your entrance, not before collecting some of your juices.

His mouth opened in delight when you started sinking yourself down on his dick. Your gummy walls squeezed tightly around him.

You went slow, mindful of the stinging stretch. Eventually, the blond got too impatient, pushing you down in a swift move.

You cursed under your breath, feeling him deep in your guts. Rafe didn’t give you a break, encouraging you to ride the pain away.

(…)

Your knees were in constant friction with his strong

thighs as you swayed your hips with aggressiveness.

The horn was a background noise at this point, your main focus being the squelching of your cunt as Rafe met your thrusts.

You had been at it for a while, the sweat on your foreheads a proof of it.

A knot tightened on the pit of your stomach, begging to come undone. You could tell Rafe was feeling the same, as his movements got sloppier.

You grinded on him way slower this time, too overstimulated from previous releases.

The blond breathed heavily onto your ear, burying his fingers deep into your waist as you lazily rode him. A few more strokes was all it took for you to reach your peak -moaning shamelessly when you felt your wetness releasing all over the boy-.

“I-I love y-you” you struggled to say, still agitated by Rafe’s incessant pace. “Fuck!” He finally stopped -head thrown back as he felt himself becoming undone-.

You felt a hot liquid filling you up, thick splurts being released in the deepest parts of your womb. “You…” The Cameron boy had a hard time speaking while simultaneously climaxing, still, he finished his sentence, “you are fucking crazy, Y/N.”

A/N: I wanted to build more tension but my horny ass didn’t have enough patience. Anyways, let me know if you liked it! 🤍

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callsign-rogueone · 3 months

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by your side - b.d.

Bodhi Durran x girlfriend!reader Your friends suggest that your recent bouts of nausea might be something more, and it sends you into a spiral, but Bodhi is there for you, as always. [requested] wc: 1.1k 🏷: no spoilers this time? set toward the beginning of Iron Flame (his third year and yours). descriptions of vomit / nausea, anxiety, one (1) reference to sex. healthy established relationship between reader and Bodhi :) writing this one was fun because I know exactly how it feels (it sucks lmao)

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Imogen says rather indelicately, patting your back as you heave into the grass at afternoon formation for the third time in three days, “but is there any way you could be…”

You blink once, twice, realizing what she’s implying, and the mere idea has your stomach turning again, but there’s nothing left in your system - you haven’t been able to keep food down for days.

“Imogen,” Sloane scolds from your other side, still holding your hair back from your face, “we agreed that now was not the time.”

You take measured sips from your waterskin, trying to rinse the acid from your throat, but the burning feeling doesn’t subside.

You look to Violet, who remains quiet as the grave.

“I agree that it’s a possibility,” she says carefully. “But either way, we’re here for you, and I know he will be too.”

Oh, gods. You hadn’t even considered having this conversation with Bodhi yet. What would you even say to him? Hey, I know we’re in military school and doing this whole double-agent-arms-dealing thing on the weekends and there’s a very real chance that neither of us will make it to next month, but I think I'm pregnant with your child?

The women you’ve come to regard as younger sisters can sense that you’re spiraling.

“He’s a good man,” Sloane says, rare praise from her, “and he loves you. You’ll find a way to get through this together, whatever it is.”

You’re too drained to argue, but that doesn’t stop the swirl of thoughts in your head.

You, Bodhi, and a child.

Maybe in another life, where the both of you hadn’t been conscripted to Basgiath, and you weren’t in mortal danger all the time… but even then, you’re barely adults yourselves, and your parents won’t be able to help you from the grave. You’d be doing this entirely on your own.

You shake the feeling off. Today is a Saturday, one that you have free. You’ve completed your assignments already. You’ll try to sleep this off, you decide, and if that still doesn’t kick it, you’ll see a healer.

Sleep comes easily with how exhausted you are, but it does not show you mercy.

Muscled arms cradle a bundle of blankets. You recognize the swirling pattern of Bodhi’s relic easily, having spent many nights tracing the black ink with your fingertips as you lay beside him in the afterglow.

There’s a soft sound of discomfort from the baby. “Shh, darling,” he soothes, rocking them gently. “We don’t want to wake your mama.”

A hand rests on his shoulder; Xaden’s. “She looks just like you,” he says quietly, a soft smile on his face.

A tiny hand peeks from the blanket, stretching to grasp Bodhi’s finger, which now bears a silver wedding ring.

You shake yourself awake, heart pounding as you move to sit up.

There’s a knock at your door. “It’s me.” Bodhi.

“Come in,” you reply weakly, and you hear the lock click — the day you had moved in, Xaden helped you ward it so that only you and Bodhi could open the door, doing the same for Bodhi’s room down the hall.

“Vi said you weren’t feeling good, so I brought you dinner,” he says gently, sitting on the side of your bed and touching a hand to your cheeks. “No fever,” he observes, kissing your forehead, and continuing to check you over for injury.

You’re going to cry. “Bo,” you say quietly, “I need to talk to you.”

“Anything, darling.” He says, ready to listen, and your heart twists hearing the same petname he’d called your daughter.

“I don’t know if it was a vision or just a dream, but…” you swallow, the words getting stuck in your throat.

Bodhi stills beside you, fearing the worst.

Your signet gives you clouded images of the future, but they usually aren’t happy sights. You’ve come to talk to him about your visions in the middle of the night many times, as distressed as you are now.

“What did you see?” He asks gently, taking your hands in his.

“You, holding a baby girl. Xaden was there, too, but I woke up before I could see anything else.”

He doesn’t follow.

“I’ve been throwing up for days, and I think… I think I might be pregnant,” you whisper, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, darling, don’t apologize.“ He pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “I love you, and I will be by your side every step of the way in either case.”

His words of reassurance are the last straw, and you finally start to cry, your tears dampening his collar.

“I’m going to stay right here, for as long as you want me to, and then we can go see the healers, together.”

You nod against his shoulder, too exhausted to respond.

Every step of the way.

He holds your hand all the way across the bridge to the other side of the college, only letting go when a kind older woman in pale blue healer’s robes comes to take you into an exam room.

You stay quiet as she takes your pulse, listens to your heart, and goes through the motions of a physical.

“You appear to be reacting to something you’ve been eating or drinking.” She diagnoses, handing you a small paper bag with medicine to take. “This should help.”

“So I’m not…,” you trail off, and she knows exactly what you mean. She’d seen how terrified you were walking in here, hand in hand with your boyfriend, and instantly realized what you were concerned about.

“Not with child,” she confirms with a knowing smile, and a weight is lifted from your shoulders. Thank Zhinal.

Bodhi is still waiting outside. He stands as soon as he sees you, ready to draw you into a warm embrace.

“It was those damn berries,” you say, shaking your head, and he laughs, no doubt feeling the same relief as you. The rich sound soothes every nerve in your body.

He tugs you closer, wrapping you in his arms. The paper bag crinkles between you. “The moment we graduate, I’m marrying you.”

“What?” You ask, stunned.

He pulls back so he can look you in the eye.

“I thought about it while you were with the healer,” he says, as if it’s that simple, “and I decided that I want to be there for you for the rest of my life. Through all the visions, good and bad.”

You smile up at him, pure happiness flowing through you. “I love you, Bodhi Durran.”

“I love you more, darling,” he says, tucking the bag into a pocket of his flight jacket and taking your hand. “Now, I snuck you an extra piece of cake from dinner, and if you aren’t going to eat it, I will.”

You burst into laughter. Yeah, you decide. This is the man you want by your side forever.

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azullumi · 1 year

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wanderer — haunted by your ghost ☆彡

summary — you haunt him, his mind, his dreams, his existence. what happens after he wakes up from a nightmare and you're not there besides him?

pairing — wanderer/gender-neutral reader

tags — hurt/comfort, some fluff in the end; one-shot

word count — 688

a/n — i haven't written for my bbg for like days and i just feel like a dehydrated man.

"let's break up."

wanderer jolts himself awake, immediately sitting up as he opens his eyes. enveloped in cold sweat as a drop ran down his forehead, thoughts were all jumbled and scrambled inside his head, rendering him unable to think straight. his mind hasn't processed anything and everything has only faded to white noise, his intellect only wandering to the dream that he had, not knowing if it's real or not.

he couldn't just think of that one day he will wake up without your warmth—your warmth, where is it? where are you?

the side of the bed where you always lay was cold and empty, no trace of your existence was found on the wrinkle of the sheets, and it is only when reality has dawned upon him. his ears still couldn't discern any noise— there was only silence that surrounded him and nothing of you.

so it was real, after all?

he falls apart in his bed, crumbling, so he's alone once more and yet he still isn't used to this feeling. no longer will he feel the world caress and kiss his skin, and no longer will he feel it hold him.

he hates it and he also hates how you have imprinted yourself in his mind, tangled your soul with his, and bound yourself in his heart.

you haunt him in a way that your touch will always ghost over his skin, you haunt him in a way that he will dream of you every night and could only think of you in the morning, you haunt him with the whispers of your confession and never let him find peace in himself because a life without you is nothing but just a cycle of breathing— he will live but he will never be alive.

you haunt him and so he will never forget you and he couldn't tell if he hates the notion of it or not.

"kuni? what's wrong? i heard some noise." his head snapped to the direction of the door where the voice came from and there he saw a familiar face, there he saw you, standing at the entrance of the room with a concerned look on his face. he could tell that you were in the midst of cooking from the way you were dressed in an apron and holding a spatula in hand.

oh, a nightmare.

he relaxed—finally—feeling his expression loosen up to a gentle one. his gaze softened and he could breathe once again. the silence dissipated and he could feel everything around him all at once, the songs the birds were singing outside the window, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast in the air, and you. like an empty canvas being painted, his surroundings gained back its color, from the muddy stillness turned to vibrant and serene.

a dream.

"is something wrong? maybe you're sick…" he didn't even notice you approach and sit down in front of him not until you spoke as he was way too focused with the overwhelming feeling of his surroundings that has started to come to life. he feels you press the back of your hand against his forehead, feeling his temperature before continuing, "...you don't have a fever but you do feel cold. did you perhaps had another nigh—"

before you could even finish your sentence, you were interrupted as he pulled you into a tight embrace, protective but at the same time, helpless.

"let's stay like this for a while please," he whispers, pulling you much closer in his embrace as he speaks and you could sense the dread in his voice, confirming the thought that he relived yet through another horrible experience or something that he fears of happening in his dreams. so you eased in his arms, wrapping yours around his back and patting it as a means to comfort him.

he just wants to feel you against him, to confirm your existence, your presence, in his arms. he just needs to know that it's you and everything that he thought that happened was simply nothing but just a figment of his imagination.

"i'm here, it's okay."

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selya711-twiste · 1 year

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i'll take that, it's mine now

Rollo Flamme x reader You take his handkerchief from him.

ignoring my friend's request so that rollo would be my first post god bless. heads up that all my following works default to gender neutral y/n unless the request says otherwise. yuu is a shithead here btw. maybe some tsundere rollo is ok. is this called pining btw

It's the second day of your trip to the city of flowers. The events that transpired the previous day all feel like a fever dream. You try to recall a scene from the festival, but all of a sudden your memories blur in together with the flickering reds and yellows of those flowers that spread like wildfire. Like an actual fever, you feel like you're overheating from dwelling on these thoughts for too long.

"Are you still listening?" Rollo speaks up a little louder, getting you out of your haze. You nod your head in response, but he's already caught on to your attention being elsewhere. "As I was saying…" He pauses for a moment as your eyes return to him. You sincerely tried to avoid conversations with the other Night Raven students as much as possible until noon. All that effort would go to waste now if Rollo Flamme of all people were to notice.

He was the one behind everything, wasn't he?

You don't have any magic (which is why you assume he's interested in you at all) so there must be some other way to get back at him. A small act done out of spite, something you can do... something to get on his nerves...

Rollo has yet to notice the shift in your expression when he brings out his handkerchief. Your eyes sparkle at the familiar purple cloth adorned with golden celestial shapes. Right before he could carry on with whatever he was talking about to you, your hand darts out and snatches it from him. It didn't even have the chance to touch his lips yet but now you have his handkerchief in your clutches. "I… What?" Rollo stares at you completely dumbfounded, at the sheer audacity-

You send him off with the most mischievous smile you could muster and turn around to flee. The image of his deer-in-the-headlights expression completely burns itself into your mind. You must admit you did this completely on impulse because now you have to deal with the prospect of returning it. Who knows what he could do to you over a handkerchief considering he set the city on fire.

You debate with yourself whether you should turn around or not to check if he's after you. As soon as you do, he's still standing there shocked at what you just did. His hand hasn't even moved from its original position. Your laugh echoes down the hallway as you continue to get away and your heart races with excitement. It's not long before you finally reunite with your schoolmates who ask you where you've been. The handkerchief is tucked neatly into your pocket. You reply innocently that Rollo talked with you for a moment while you were sweating bullets.

You spend the afternoon with your schoolmates and explore what the City of Flowers has to offer past the festival. The whole time, however, you feel holes being bored into your back.

"Hey, you good?" Your good friend Deuce places a hand on your shoulder. Fortunately, his voice was a bit hushed, so you don't have to worry about everyone else worrying over you. You reply as soon as you could but you don't let him know why you were distracted in the first place. Rollo is standing there at the other end of the street with other Noble Bell College students, his sharp gaze locked on yours. A million thoughts race through your head about how this encounter would go. Maybe Rollo will walk over towards you with your friends to ask for his handkerchief back, but that means facing everyone who confronted him the previous night.

Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself when Rollo takes a step forward after excusing himself from his companions. Fortunately, Grim tugs on your pants with his little paw to get you going. Your friends are already leaving to go to another area. Once again, he watches you go with his beloved fabric in your pocket.

Would the others notice that he hasn't brought out his handkerchief since lunch yet?

Just to rub some salt in the wound, you face him one last time to stick your tongue out.

He glares at you like his vein could burst at any moment.

...

You spent much of your afternoon revisiting shopkeepers you met yesterday and finding new stalls that you missed during the festival. Professor Trein passed by at some point to check on your group and was glad to see everyone immersed in the city's culture. You have completely forgotten about the "souvenir" in your pocket. Hours pass until the familiar chime of the Bell of Salvation rings throughout the city.

The sun has already set. The orange-red hue of the sky is gone and drifting into a softer lavender. It won't be long before it's completely dark. It's about to be dinner soon and you have already returned to Noble Bell's campus. The others tell you not to get lost when you slink out of the group to find a restroom.

That soft light seeps through the windows of the hallway. It's exactly at this moment that you remember the item in your pocket as this was where you and Rollo left off earlier. All the other students are clamoring in the main hall and you can hear it from where you're standing.

If it was possible, maybe he could forget about what you did to him today. It's soft in your hand as you take it out and lean against the stone wall.

You've grown accustomed to being seen as beneath all of your peers because of your inability to cast magic. You were mocked and cast aside here and there, and it was only a few months into the academic year when Grim would start defending you.

Rollo was the first one to express concern over your predicament. You remember vividly how you two first met, down to the way the palm of his hand felt when he shook yours... but the chaos that followed not long after ruins the memory a little.

A mage that scorned other mages over the use of magic was definitely new, and you're going to have to add this to your long list of experiences in this world you weren't born in. Compared to the others you have spent most of the academic year with up until this point, you only just met Rollo when everything went downhill in a day. You're curious about the warmth and coldness in your heart happening simultaneously as you thought deeply about him.

Maybe at another time, the crimson flowers never bloomed and the party would have gone on like normal. You two could have gotten to know each other better otherwise and shared a much more comfortable dance. The novelty of having someone new in your life whether he was a friend or foe will wear off soon enough, and maybe none of this would ever be spoken about again...

...Yet when you think about the possibility that you two almost never met, something in you stills. You absent-mindedly press the handkerchief to your lips the same way he would as a way to comfort yourself. Sure, he hurt your friends, but it's not like your friends haven't been constantly at each other's throats either. This isn't exactly new to you and there's even something funny about the absurdity of it all. Maybe you really have gone mad.

You tap into your inner middle schooler with a crush and hope you could keep this forever after that indirect kiss warmed you up a bit, but you're careless.

"You really thought you could escape me?" A mocking voice gets you out of your head as a strong presence stands right in front of you.

A choked noise comes out of your throat and you immediately pull your hands away from your mouth, desperately hoping he didn't see what you were doing just now. Your eyes have nowhere to go but toward his gaze, and it feels like you just dug your grave deeper. When did he get here? You ask yourself that as if you weren't yearning to see him again just now.

Even if you wanted to say anything, let alone his name, it doesn't seem like coherence is an option.

"Now hand it over. You shouldn't be stealing what doesn't belong to you." Did he really need to be this close? You clutch the handkerchief a bit more strongly and he catches onto your knuckles turning white from the force you're gripping it with.

It feels like the fever you woke up with was returning, along with all the sirens blaring in your head to actually move already. You still have a chance to run and keep this game going for longer, but you can't help but succumb to him. Being in front of Rollo like this combined with the silhouette his uniform gives him makes you feel so small.

"Give."

That was definitely a command, and his voice was firm. But when you look at him, he doesn't seem too mad at you, his grimace from this afternoon aside. Your heart skips a beat from how focused he is on you, but a part of you reasons that he merely wants his personal belonging back. You don't break eye contact with him even as he places a hand out in front of you, waiting for his handkerchief to be placed on it.

Instead of doing what he wants, you scoff and unfold it right in front of him. You haven't lost yet. There's still something you can do, and you have to do it fast before someone walks in on you two. You steel your nerves and finally speak.

"Why should I? I want to keep it as a memento of my time here."

Before he could retort, you wrap it around his neck and pull him closer to you. Rollo looks at you with his mouth agape. Once again, you have him absolutely mesmerized (or appalled) with your boldness. You're starting to become obsessed with getting on his nerves. It's fortunate that he didn't see what you were doing with his handkerchief because now you're intent on giving him the real thing.

You don't know how much he's thought of you today since yesterday, and this is the closest he's gotten to you the way he's always wanted, more than when you two waltzed together.

It's as though you're leaning in for a kiss, but Rollo is too staggered to respond to that like it was one. He hasn't moved at all.

I want to keep you in my pocket next, you don't say out loud, but he could feel the possessiveness in your actions all the same.

Your lips barely brush against his when you immediately pull away instead of what you initially planned to do. The last thing he sees is your light-hearted grin when you pull his hat down and shove it to his face. A perfect distraction for you to slink away. Rollo finally stands back and gasps at what just happened while you're already escaping once again. He hurriedly fixes himself and pulls the loose handkerchief away from his neck. You can see in the low light that the tip of his ears has become a shade of pink along with his cheeks, even if he was peeved.

"See you during dinner, Rollo!" You wave and turn to walk away from the man who was still standing there absolutely flabbergasted.

He'll certainly have a lot to say the next time you two find each other alone. Maybe when that happens, you'll actually kiss him.

Rollo is looking forward to that as well, though hopefully, you're not going to forget that your action today warrants punishment...

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