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catchingdaydreams · 13 days

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Sleep paralysis demon Miguel - Part 2

Part 1

(not proof read)

It was little over a week until any forms of sleep paralysis was forced upon you. During then you had time to think of the whole ordeal. That 'grumpy shadow', you unofficially named him for now , didn't appear the following nights either. This led to your conclusion that he only showed up with one of your episodes. You weren't looking forward to them even more now. After the last encounter you have no clue how he would react to you. You did upset him for not acknowledging his menacing gaze. But it's not your fault that just continuously staring is awkward. Its human nature.

Besides the point you needed to come up with a plan. You have no clue what that shadow man is or what caused yourself to be haunted by him. If this was becoming a frequent thing then there needs to be a way you can communicate to him. Maybe you can fix whatever bad blood between us. Maybe you could tell him to leave?

You just hope you won't provoke him....

...But that wouldn't be half enjoyable.

As the nighttime was looming over, you hopped into bed. It took you a while for your body to feel at ease but eventually you were falling to what appeared to be your slumber. But coldness of the room etched within the sheets sending in goes bumps. You tried to bury yourself further within the covers but your body was completely frozen. You signed irritatedly about your discomfort with the temperature. While tossing and turning before, much of your left leg and chest was exposed to the cold air. Every passing minute seemed to feel colder and colder. This wasn't normal, the coldness increased to the point that you could see your breath. Something supernatural was a play and you had a good guess who.

But he didn't show himself, not right away though. Miguel had bigger plans this time. It wasn't just hunger anymore. He was determined to make you fear him.

The coldness that etched into your room spewed an icy mist that made you sight hazy and dulled the rest of your senses. You tried not to panic. You really did. However, subconsciously fear had stricken you as the room grew darker and darker. The only sense that remained was your hearing. But that wasnt reliable as all you could hear was your heartbeat thumped louder and louder in your head. The only warmth that lingered was your body sweating bullets as a million thoughts were running through your mind.

Why was this time so different? Is it even the same entity doing this? Oh god, what if whatever this thing is trying to hurt you?

The last thought terrified you. Especially how exposed you felt when half your body wasn't under the sheets. Your paranoia sparked nasty ideas of something grabbing your feet and dragging you down. You thought that this terror might break your stillness, trying to move your body once more, though proved fruitfulness. You huffed at this mental strain over a flight response. Your sense we're being tested. Played like a fiddle while you were so helpless.

During your internal dilemma, you didn't notice the tapping above you. Walls groaning and creaking until it grew into a banging, vibrating the walls so violently that it shook the picture frames above.

Your mind was cleared from thought when the banging boomed above your head. You rolled your eyes up to witness who was doing it but from the angle you couldn't see anything.

What you did see was a flicker in the corner of your eye. On for a second flashed red. You blinked, focusing your vision in front of you.

There he was. Hunched over you on the bed. Almost as if he was pinning you down. What you didn't notice was that you didn't feel any weight of his body pressed onto you. You didn't know he was simply a shadow. But it's not like you knew nor cared at the moment. You were too preoccupied with how this fucken man was above you, given you looks that would kill.

You didn't know how you could be even more frozen in fear. His face was just an arms length of yours. His red glowing gaze still obscured his shadowed face, yet with being in closer proximity you could make out a scow. He took notice of moving away from his gaze to the rest of his face. He smirks, flashing his bright white fangs at you.

Miguel has been having dinner and a show with you. This time he made sure your fear persisted during his feeding. His little tricks seemed to do the work. And he certainly got a kick out of you not being a little arrogant bitch this time around when you saw him again.

Even now as he grins wildly your fear keeps growing. He thinks that you're scared of his teeth, which came up with an idea.

He leans closer to you, his mouth opens wide as he growls deeply. He aims at your throat. While he couldn't actually touch you, you didn't know that he wasn't gonna rip your voice box out. He could see your pupils dilate as a small scream emits from your closed lips. Its was almost too comical to Miguel, he grins, trying to keep in character and not laugh at you.

He might as well be drunk on your fear right now from how much you were emitting. His breath glazed over your clammy skin as he could hear how fast your heart was bumping.

Moving closer, he paused

He Noticed something above you. Miguel found your little letter that was taped on the wall above you. Glancing over it, he saw it was a message to him.

Hey shadow man, can you please stop being a creep leave me alone. I'm not into being watched by a prevy rando.

Okey thanks

It pissed him off.

Arrogant little bitch, he thought Who the hell thing they are? You were going to-

*Slap*

"Creep!!!" You cried

"Ow-fuck!!!" Miguel curses with a snarl, fangs blaring in offence. He rubs his face to ease the sting.

'She...slapped me?' He couldn't believe it.

'I slapped him' You couldn't believe it.

You both stared at each other, completely dumbfounded. It took you a few seconds to release that 'oh hey you can move now' and 'get the fuck out of here instincts' kicked in.

And get the fuck out of here you did.

With one swift motion you kicked him in the gut, causing him to fall back in surprise. Finally with him off you, this was your chance. You rummaged the sheets off and ran straight out of the room.

All the while Miguel was left on the bed to collect himself.

What the hell was going on?

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catchingdaydreams · 25 days

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Sleep paralysis demon Miguel was conjured on a rainy night. You had trouble sleeping from the storm rattling your windows. The tree branches outside cast vigorously moving shadows in front of you. If provided some entertainment while an episode of another annoying sleep paralysis was becoming onto you.

Sudden thunder erupted outside, what usually would cause you to jump, you remained still in your bed, motionless.

What was starting to become motionless too was the shadows.

Your quick glance at the window as lightning flickered by was all that the entity needed.

You had an unwelcomed guest.

It wasn't noticeable at first, the loaming shadows on your wall. But you instantly freaked out as an arm reached out, grabbing the end of your bed post. Its grip was firm as it forced the rest of its body out. Its build was that in the form of a tall man. Any other detail was too obscured from the darkness it loomed over itself.

While this was happening you, internally, was freaking the fuck out. You tried all your might to move your body, to cower from that thing. You've had your mind play tricks on you before. It was second nature to experience these things in your current state. But your instincts are going haywire right now. It was an upright force towards your flight responses now. This was not a trick of your mind, it was real and you needed to escape. But you were utterly helpless. All you could do was to stare at the entity.

It stared back.

It opened its eyes amongst the void, projecting fiery red. It was the only distinguishing thing you could make out. As like with its body, his face was still pretty unidentifiable. It beamed with such malice that it pierced your soul. If you could you would have gulped.

You prayed whatever that thing was, that it would not move any closer. You had no clue what it was nor why was it looking at you like you had done something to atrocious him....maybe in another life perhaps? You don't really believe in that shit but what you are experiencing now is tearing your sense of reality so you really don't know what to believe anymore.

The man? hovered above you as its entire body was out of the wall. He never did move after that. Or rather didn't have a chance.

Thunder once again boomed outside. Seconds only passed as lightning struck the sky, flashing your vision. And with a blink, the man before you vanished.

Your eyes roamed the rest of the room in a panic. You were still freaking out, thinking that the entity moved somewhere else within your room. But you couldn't find him in your search. On edge you didn't drop your defense that easily. You waited for a bit, a few minutes or so. And sighed. You involuntarily you held your breath from that quick scare. Still on edge, yet a relief was washing over you slowly.

You didn't get sleep that night. Too afraid that it might come back that night.....he didn't though but....

What you didn't expect is that this would be a common occurrence.

The second time he showed up was much more disturbing. He came from the floor by the end of your bed, so you didn't expect his arrival until you saw his signature flash of crimson. He stood by the back bedframe. This time you got to see how large his frame was as his body was in clear view. This didn't help either as he obscured your window, blocking out much of its natural light. The only thing that shined was red.

You were pretty much hysterical the first time you saw him. You felt small and defenceless under his malicious gaze. All you could was stare into it as he did so with you. Thank the gods, you felt, that he didn't move any closer. He remained motionless by your bed post.

What was odd was that your fear, while still prominent, was easing up. Mostly it was that 15 minutes (or what felt like it ) of direct eye contact with a grumpy being was starting to become, well, boring.

While you really couldn't read his face, he could see yours. His eyes slanted, making it look smaller then it was before. If you had to guess it was as if you offended him for not being scared. You're the one who should feel offended right now. Some random spooky man thing breaks into your home and just stares at you while you're trying to sleep. Hell no. If you were able to move right now you would have scoffed and flipped him off.

You couldn't bother to be scared now, no you were mildly irritated. You move your sight away from him in spite. You had enough of this. You were drained from work and needed to try to at least sleep for a couple of hours.

You didn't look back. Not when the corner of your eyes saw his shadows move. You didn't care if he left on not as your body slowly started to ease and drift to sleep.

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As you succumbed to slumber the man walked up to the side of your bed and sat down on the sheet. There wasn't any imprint that was made by his weight. Was just a shadow, in this form.

He sat there puzzled by your actions. Usually it would take many nights before someone didn't fear his presence anymore. It ruined his feeding. And how you went about it pissed him off.

He was a succubus. A subclass one that feeds off fear. He often appears in nightmares, shapes one's dreamscape into dread and turmoil. But lately that hadn't been satisfying to him. No matter who or what the person was, he hadn't got his fill. It was only until his brother suggested to try terrorizing within reality with a feast similar to his current taste. To dine on the fears of the people who couldn't sleep. To be the "monster under the bed" Gabe states.

But Miguel was picky with his food. His choices were limited to him. He eventually ended up as a sleep paralysis demon. Less work for him too, all he had to do was stand there and look pretty ( well to the people, look pretty Fucken terrifying). And everything would have gone perfectly too, but he met you.

Your fears taste wasn't the reason it stirred something within jim, no it was pretty bland compared to his previous feast. It was how quickly it disappeared . As a being to be feared he took full offense. He could be the bigger man and acknowledge his defeat. But he was no man he was a demon. You unwillingly challenged him, and he was going to make sure you cowered beneath him.

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catchingdaydreams · 1 month

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Miguel but he's just your sleep paralysis demon. He just sits at the end of your bed, face obscured but his red eyes glow menacingly. After a while you grow less afraid of him and he knows it too. One night you find him laying next to you. His head is rested on his hand as he continues to look at you. But now with curiosity.

#miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #random thoughts #idk man #i need sleep

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catchingdaydreams · 2 months

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[Un]welcomed Guest

Shadow Miguel x Reader

Chp 1 Lost His Ways

You didn't mean to get lost in the woods that weekend camping trip with your college friends. And you certainly didn't mean to bring back an unwelcomed guest. But from then, wherever you go, you now have two shadows following you.

Warnings: Murder, Drug use, Slight mentions of depression

[10 Years Ago]

As two cars pull up along the beach of an emerald lake, a group of conspicuous looking men step out. A gruntled yet muffed shout came from the back of one of their trunk , only to grow louder as they opened.

"Line him up over there", one of the men demanded. Grabbing the bound males body before chucking him onto the rough gravel. A low yelp of pain erupted from the male as the rocks dug into his skin. Coming to his bearings the man gets up into his knees, his blind fold losed from the the fall. His burgundy hued glare was calculated, filled with hatred and wrath towards the unopened car in front of him.

One of the men opened said door, reviling a rather slimming gentleman in white, doaned in gold rings and a chain. He ignored the man's gaze in front of him as he lit a cigarette, breathing in only to let out a wheezy cough. Whether it was years of smoking or the coldness of this winter morning, it didn't matter, his voice carried a raspy undertone as he spoke.

"Mike, Mike, Mike", he repeated, taking a drag once more before he continued." Or should I say Miguel O'Hara, am I correct?". The gentleman finally meets Miguels gaze. Seeking some form of gratification from a surprise reaction, however was challenged by his unwavering cold stare.

The gentleman tisked.

"Miguel O'Hara, by day a renowned geneticist at alchemax, by night you steal their very own rapture and sell it directly to our...'goods and services". The man waffles as he begins to walk round Miguel slowly.

"It was simply a story to follow, so simple Miguel".

"But that was until you decided to change scripts on us and sell those shitting contaminated knockoffs!" He yells, flicking his cig at the tanned males face. The gentleman finally meets back to face Miguel, crouching down to meet at eye level.

"Can't have my clients dropping dead so quickly, really put at dint with my mens numbers too."

" But I like you Migs, I really do. It would be ashamed to get rid of such a valuable young man like yourself. And what if a few people ended up as food for the rats, it's just business" He chuckles.

He placed his hand on Miguel's shoulder as he continued.

"whatever "this" is can easily go away you know. You can go back and keep retelling your same story over and over for us. If you only just tell me where the real drungs are." The man firmly gripped onto Miguel shoulder, nails digging in just enough to give pain through his shirt. Yet Migs cold gaze continues to remain.

"Tell me, cause as lord as my witness I know you still have them. Where's the real rapture".

"Go.To.Hell" Miguel spits with venom.

"Oh believe me I'll be there soon" Then weakly laughs, before coming to a coughing fit. But he manages to recollect himself. " Ah well then, I actually really hope it would come to this". He smiles wickedly.

For the first time, Miguel broke his facid, confusion crossed his face as an uneasiness begins to fester looking at the man before him.

The gentleman snaps his fingers.

"Boys"

A group of men shuffled through the backseat. Emerging out they cradled a small, limped child. From the moment Miguel first saw her body, he lost it.

"Gabi?, Gab!!!" Miguel shouted as he tried to run to her, but he couldn't even get the chance to stand as two men held him down. Frustrated he grunts and curses bursted out as he called out to her. Yet meet with no response. Not even a stir.

"Let's try this again-"

"What did you do to her you bastard !??" Miguel shouted, tossing and kicking his way free proved frivolous. Merely it served to delight the gentleman. A sadistic grin edged his face. Finally he got to see the fear in the young man who betrayed him.

"She's drugged. Simply asleep at the moment. Don't worry Miguel I ain't that heartless for a child to experience these things. I just need her here to make you more compliant."

His henchmen placed the child into their boss's right arm, while his other hand being free, reaches into his pocket.

"You wouldn't want anything to happen to your daughter. Best not to test me Miguel. My hands... Are shaky with age." He says as he grabs a knife to her neck, pressure applied to her skin yet not enough to slice it.

Miguel frivolous struggle came to a hault. Jaw tensed out of needed compliance, gritting his teeth with a mixture of frustration and worry. He needed to be calm and collective, for his daughters sake.

"Good, good". The boss was pleased at Miguel's commitment to restrain himself. He waited for Miguel's response.

"I don't have them." Miguel says plainly.

"Oh?!" The man says in fake shock, as he flicks the knife as a gesture for Miguel to cut the crap.

"Im telling the truth. I gave you your rapture to your lackies as usual. I didn't cheap you out. Why would I? There's no benefit in double crossing you, every crime lord in this city and the next knows that. Look whatever happened between shipments doesn't concern me, I don't have no control over your men." Miguel tries to reason with him. Though rather poorly. He was never a good at controlling the way he phrase things to make it sounded more sweater or the the other persons liking. He does spend most of his days in his private lab after all.

But Miguel was in fact telling the truth. He never would have thought he would end up as a supplier to a well known underground criminal syndicate. But that all changed when his daughter fell ill. Despite his law biding job paying well, it wasn't enough to cover all her medical costs. He was desperate. Rapture leaking into the market too early anyway, becoming a very popular drug; and so he had to do what he though it was right by any means necessary to save her. But what good did that do. He couldn't protect her from his other life. Despite everything, he never knew it would lead to this.

Whoever double crossed him had to know that he was going to quit this side gig. And no one's quites this. Miguel wanted to leave the cesspool of the city once Gabi was getting better. And had to be sneaky about it. Until the time being, he was stuck being someone's drug mule.

He just hoped the boss believed his words.

It didn't.

"Don't you think I've looked into it on my side. Everyone that day had an alibi. Camera checked. All the sorts. But when I'd looked into you, do you know what I got? Nothing. Causes everything you did that day was wiped off every system. No camera, no signs of transaction. Heck it looked like you didn't even go to your job to even get us our goods Miguel."

All Miguel could do was just stare at the boss, he had nothing to say. What could he have said?

The man signed

"Oh I'm sorry Miguel"

"Para, oh Dios, no, no, no!!"

And just like that, time slowed down for Miguel. To witness the absolute horror no father should experience. To be so utterly helpless in protecting his child.

With one swift motion the man sliced her neck, blood spewing along skin, dripping pearls down onto the ground.

"Gabi !" Miguel cried. He tried to, anything, to go to her. He struggled. He tugged against his constraints as well as the men holding him down. But it only lead to gravel being kicked around. She was just out of reach.

"But really this is all your fault". The gentleman drops her limp body without a care. She tumbled over, landing a few meters before her father. Whatever universal grace Miguel got in this situation was that her face was shielded away from his sight. He never got to see her tears.

His body trembled as he slumped down. Not once did he took his eyes off her. His own heart beat drums out the wheezing laughter from her killer.

A million thoughts traveled his head in a matter of seconds. 'He should have never got into this business'. ' Who double crossed him'. 'Why did they have to kill her?' 'Shes innocent'.

'Its all his fault'

'Its his fault'

'ITS HIS FAULT'

"Get on with it then" He says in defeat.

"Oh no no Miguel, I won't be so merciful with you." He says as one of his henchmen delivers a brief case.

Opening it he reveals a large injecting gun filled with cloudy green liquid. He flicks the gun, looking at the way the liquid sloshes back and forth, before meeting back to Miguel gaze.

"I think you know what this is." He snarks as he walks up to his defeated form and stabs is arm. Miguel does not retaliate, why should he. He lost the very thing he cherished the most. There's no point in trying to escape when he has no need to live anymore.

Miguel hisses from the jap as the green liquid drains from the syringe into his veins. Almost instantly the effects take affect. Miguels heart rate increases as his breaths get shorter and shorter, as if lungs were clogged. The boss signaled his henchmen to let go of him. There was no need to restrain him, the scorching heat burning throughout his body cause him to curl in pain. An agonizing screams spewed out amongst his gasps. The agony felt like hours but carried out in just minutes.

As his vision was going black, barely, just barely he glaces at his daughter that lays beside him on the gravel.

"Ga-gabi." He whispers.

Whatever little strength he had left he used it to drag his weakening body across the dirt. With each movement the serum flowed through his blood stream faster, burning his insides. But he did not care.

"Lo siento mi hija".

He manages to reach out, shaking fingers ghosts her hand, trying all his might to hold onto hers. But his strength wasn't enough.

He remained holding her hand.

Until his spark finally burned out.

"How touching" The gentleman sneared as he wiped the blood off the knife with a handkerchief before waking back to his car.

"What should be do with the bodies, boss" one of his men questioned.

"Tisk, dump them in the lake for all I care, just make it look like a bloody accident." He waved off.

This was not how the story was supposed to go but I like a bit of a back story for our sad spooky guy. I haven't proof read this so I'll re-edit once I push out a few chapters. The next chapter will be reader centric. If you have any ideas how you want the story to go feel free to suggest it, I like sharing ideas and providing a different view on things.

Thanks for reading!!

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catchingdaydreams · 2 months

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[Un]welcomed Guest

Shadowman Miguel x reader

[ Coming soon ]

Yeah I've been inspired by Scaryguel art of Twitter and I just thought, why not make a fic of Miguel as a spooky shy shadow entity who lives with you. Basically 'cat distribution system' vibes mixed with male housewife.

Idk this sounds a lot more interesting in my head.

#Miguel O'Hara x reader #spiderman #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderman au #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #shadow figure

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catchingdaydreams · 3 months

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Happy Valentine's Day 💘

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catchingdaydreams · 5 months

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"Breaking the cannon killed my Gabi, okay !!!"- Trolls Miguel

#spiderman #spiderman fanart #drawing #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara fanart #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #trolls #trolls fanart #crossover #crossover fanart #trolls dreamworks #idk why i made this #help with was funnier in my head #fanart

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catchingdaydreams · 5 months

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Cork Spider face reveal

Her name is Rózsa

#spiderman #spiderman fanart #drawing #across the spiderverse #spidersuit #spidersona art #spidersona #spiderman art #spiderverse oc #ocs #oc art

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catchingdaydreams · 5 months

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Miguel: 😡✊

Miles, "I'm gonna save my dad!"

#spiderman #spiderman fanart #drawing #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara fanart #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #astv #astv miguel #astv miles #astv memes #miles morales #miles morales fanart #perspective

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catchingdaydreams · 6 months

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My harpy OC, Véres. Haven't drawn him in years but that was because I couldn't draw human physiques before.

#harpy #harpy oc #harpy man #ocs #oc art #birds #monster oc #mythical creatures #mythical creature Oc #monster #monster furry #feathers

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catchingdaydreams · 7 months

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The Amazing Digital Circus is so cool , had to draw Jax.

#the amazing digital circus #the amazing digtial circus fanart #digital art #digital circus #digital drawing #jax #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni #tadc pomni #pomni fanart #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus jax #bugs

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catchingdaydreams · 7 months

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Breastfeeding your man

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catchingdaydreams · 7 months

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Colored version of Avengers Academy Miguel

#spiderman #spiderman fanart #drawing #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara fanart #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #spiderman au #spiderman art #into the spider verse #avengers academy

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catchingdaydreams · 7 months

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Miguel's suit from Avengers Academy. He passionately hates it and so do I.

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catchingdaydreams · 8 months

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Wrong Summoning

NSW Warning

Imagine trying to summon an incubus but you don't have the correct material and summon a gluttony demon instead.

Don't worry he's very gluttonous for the taste of you!

Part 2.5

"Oh fuck" Peter cursed as he covers his face, flushed red with humiliation. He tries to hide himself, sinking further into the mattress, but it's clear as day how embarrassed he was. His pretty pink blush reached the tip of his ears to the edges of his neck.

Why did he say that? What was so uncalled for. Did he weird you out ?

Oh, Your laughter didn't do wonders for him either. He felt so shameful that he actually enjoyed you laughing at him. You stopped stroking him, but his cock twitched painfully at your giggle.

"Yeah? You wanna keep me?" You continue to laugh between each word. Peter wined needly at your response. But oh how the tables have turned out. Now he couldn't form words. You unexpectedly grab his cock and pump it at a faster pace. Peter jumped, gasping as you fist him. He grabbed the sheets as he arches his back in pleasure. He snarled as you rake your nails along the underside of his girth, palming his balls in the same motion. His fangs protruded out as his snarled, as if threatening to bite. He desperately panted, chasing his own orgasms. With how fast you were going he really couldn't hold it much longer. His nails clawed your sheets as he quietly swears to himself. His shuts his eyes, scrunching his face as he was about to burst.

"Fuuck, fuck , oh God , I'm going to mmmm cum , I'm going to ah-"

You stopped

Peter choked, tears forming again. He tries to rut into your hand himself but you remove your hand away Peters mind was clouded, spaced out and desperate. "Noo no please , please, please why mmmm masssstermmmplleeese," he babbles with unrecognizable words. He lightly grabs the sides of your waist and pulling himself off the bed, now sitting up, looking over you. Tears drip down onto your thighs as he rests his chin on your head. You didn't push him away from his touch. But you let your nails rake his chest down to his stomach. You lightly rub his soft belly, minding not to touch his erection. He weakly shutters at your softness.

"Mmm you didn't answer my question" you playful hum your statement, as you continue to rub his belly in a circular motion.

"Wha-" you interrupt Peter before he could speak

"You wanna keep me?" You ask again.

Peter mumbled in your hair. "What was that ? Gotta speak up Peter." You coax. Peter gasped as you rub your thumb over his head, beads of pre cum spills over. You were gonna give him a heart attack. You really need to stop grabbing his dick like this, he's starting to like it too much.

"Yes" he breaths out weakly.

"Yes? Yes what. Use your words Pete~"

Oh this was definitely pay back from teasing you earlier.

"I wanna keep you" he finally says patheticly. Peter keeps crying from being overstimulated, hiccuping every now and then. He nuzzles his teary face into your hair, taking in your scent as comfort.

Even though he couldn't see your face from his angle he certainly could feel the smirk on your face.

"Then have me~"

You coo him with soft praises as you start to jerk him off once more. You trail small pecks on his chest, up to his neck. Sucking your demons adam apple before going back to watch yourself fuck him with your hand. He was too stimulated to last any longer.

"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, Peter cries out as he was about to cum again. This edges you to go faster , pumping at such a vigorous pace.

"Such a good boy Peter, so pretty all teary. Go on then. Come for your master~"

"AHHH MASTERS !!!!" Peter crises out as he cums, spilling his essence between eachothers chests. You keep pumping his cock throughout his orgasm. You only finish milking him until only a few loose drops drizzle out of his slit.

Peters chests heaves as he regains his breath. He body goes slack. Totally blissed out, the only conscious thing he could do was to be mindful on not to collaps on your small frame. He fell back onto the bed instead.

You couldn't help but admire the sight that laid before your eyes. You watch at the man experience his high. You hum as you wipe the remaining tears off his cheek. Peter slowly moved to your hand and intertwined his figures with yours. A goofy, blissed out smile plastered his face. His eyes travels along your check. Using his other hand, he places it on your back, giving you a slight push to lean in. He greedly licks long strides of your breasts, lapping up his cum spilt there. You rake your figures through his hair, earning you a low purr of affection from him. Peter pays attention to your tits, giving a final suck before pulling away. Only to nuzzle into your neck. You sighed as you leaned into your demon, taking in the moment.

That was until you feel something bump into your thigh. Glancing over you see Peter's hard on.

"Uh? Peter"

"Mmm?" He mumbles

"How are you hard already?" You say , utterly baffled at his refraction period. It hasn't even been that long since he came.

"I am?" He peeps down himself, surprised. "Oh I am. Looks like Peter Jr is ready for round 2 then." He laughs.

"Don't. Don't call your dick that " you cringed, you flicked your fingers at his forehead. "Oh come on why not-"

"Peter I swear to God." You pleaded.

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