talk about one of your OCs!!!
I genuinely tried to think of anyone other than Aiden but failed real hard (which scares me a bit at this point ggkfkfk)
Anyway
* throws RANDOM AIDEN LORE at you*
I want to talk about their shit constitution which happens because of their powers, or the absence of it to be more exact.
Back to some worldbuilding. I did say they are a witch, it means in their lineage they share blood with a magical being, and each families have a special ability linked to that being. Witches is like its own subspecies of halfbloods- they appear almost entirely human with the only exception being their 'odd colored' eyes.
Aiden's family are mind witches, their special ability is hypnosis. Its a powerful ability and Aiden was REALLY good at it without even realising, to a point it caused reoccuring incidents and weird rumors. So their parents, who wanted to lay low (witches arent very welcomed in the Light Kingdom), decided to leave and find a way to lock Aiden's power, better safe than sorry. Since then Aiden has a tattoo on their back, close to where the heart would be. (Its also how their eyes turned orange instead of purple.)
The thing is that it made Aiden's past hypnosis null. And they used to hypnotize themself A LOT. So lots of physical problems started to appear, all the times they pushed their body past its limits, all the sicknesses they seemed to not catch, plus their body losing a flow of energy it used to be swimming in. Their health got TERRIBLE. It took them a while to get better enough to come back to Old Corona.
It also made them grow a bit distant from their parents (who are genuinely very good people) because they were too over protective. Lil Aiden simply saw that their pain caused pain to their parents and that when they werent feeling well they couldnt do much except resting in bed so they decided to ALWAYS be fine no matter what. It results in them putting aside any 'wrong feeling' and the start of them focusing on others well being rather than their own. Which globally makes their own health even worse, eventually resulting in them losing some limbs and being in pain 24/7 because they cannot ask for help ever-
Cue the want to become a physician rising. It makes them able to take care of themself on their own if needs be, but more importantly they get to be busy worrying about others rather than themself.
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ok but being friends w benefits with miguel wouldn’t even work out because you’d fall in love—yes, you’d fall first. but he fell harder, the passionate sex didn’t help either because when when you got on top to ride him for the first time, he lost his shit mid round and threw you off him (and the helped you up of course <3)
this is nothing but facts…like the idea of being fwbs came up at work one day because you noticed he had this pent up steam he could never quite get rid of, plus he was attractive and so were you, no issue there right?
but the first time miguel touched you he was gentle with you, really caring and that shocked you because it was so contrast to his normal demeanor. something about the way he kissed your neck, the way his fingers curled within you, the way his mouth worked skillfully to work inside your tight walls, he was gentle all the way and it started to play on your heartstrings.
the first couple of hookups were solely about you. no matter how much you whined and cried for it, miguel wouldn’t have himself inside of you until he had worked you up to it, because although this was supposed to be just sloppy hookups when the both of you felt like it, he still cared about you, so he didn’t want to just rip you in half quite yet.
“gotta train you for it.” he’d tell you as his tongue lapped at your puffy clit, the same one he’d been toying with for literal hours. and every time you’d think about stopping…he’d grab a tight hold on your thighs, dragging you closer to him.
he knew he couldn’t keep doing this with you when you were completely nude on top of him, pretty cunt swallowing his length in its entirety as his hands took home on your hips. he cocked his head to the side, “okay, you’re g’na—“
you don’t even know what he was going to tell you, but your hands find his shoulders as you lift yourself off of his cock before slamming back down, repeating the motion at a slow, passionate pace, and miguel looked at you through half-lidded eyes, mouth unable to form words at how good you felt around him.
although he wanted so much more. he sunk his claws in the flesh of your hips, making you gasp at the mix of pain and pleasure. he feeds off of your reaction, cock prodding at your deepest spots as he held you steady with one hand, other hand coming to rub your sensitive clit, pussy clenching around miguel’s thick cock tightly as pesky tears soared down your cheeks.
“t-too much.” you whimper out, but his movements don’t cease, hips rutting into your cunt as he whispers, “you take it, slut.”
the degrading nickname makes your mind go blank as you fall into miguel’s chest, arms around his neck as you whispered into his ear, broken sobs accenting your words, “mig- miguel…’m g’na..”
“cum? no, not yet… shit- sweetheart, you’re gonna cum when i say to.”
you whine at that, a thick coil of pleasure bubbling in your lower abdomen as you relish in the feeling of fullness that miguel gives you, eyes fluttering closed as you feel nothing but heat all over you, skin burning with need.
miguel picks up on this and he kisses your check as he fucks into you, “h-hold it…”
it takes you a minute to realize what he wants, but it’s for you to cum with him, and you comply to his request as his thrusts become sloppier, dick twitching inside of you as you let go, his fingers rubbing your clit messily as your juices coat his chest, his own cum shooting inside of you, painting your walls a milky white.
you started to lay limp on top of him but his hands find your waist, tossing you over onto the other side of the bed. you perk up, and look at him with an inquisitive expression, “miguel?”
“sorry, just…” he whispered, “i don’t want to do this anymore.”
you frowned. “w-why? did i do something? i mean, whatever it is i can probably—“
“no.” he cut you off, eyes still boring into the wall, trying his best not to look at you. he looks down at his hands and then sighs, “i think i’m falling in love with you.”
it’s such a shock to you. you watch as he moves over to you, picking you up swiftly as you both sit back on his bed. he pulls you on top of him, chest to chest, forehead to forehead. “i’m sorry— for…um…throwing you off of me. it isn’t you, promise. i just….i don’t like…this feeling.”
“what, you don’t like the idea of having sex with your girlfriend instead of your co-worker who brings you coffee in the morning?” you giggle, and he laughs with you, a small, content laugh.
“no, no…i’m okay with that.”
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