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[churrobread]

beg for it

– miguel o'hara x male reader.

cw; dom!miguel, sub male!reader, miguel is mean in this, a little non-con but you (the reader) is into it, rough sex, impact play, praise, degradation, breeding kink, a little surprise at the end, miguel speaks spanish in this (i google translated it so if it's not good, sorry). also, this is 4k words and no, i won't do the "MDNI" because y'all ignore it anyway.

It seemed like you were just rubbing it in his face that he couldn't catch you, no matter how hard he tried. Sure, there were times where he almost caught you, but you slipped out of his grasp before he could finally put a stop to this.

Until one day, Miguel did catch you.

And he wasn't nice about it.

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You were swinging through rooftops, easily dodging Miguel, laughing underneath your mask. The chase was so fun and enthralling that adrenaline began to pump through your veins, kindling a fire to brew and burst through the crevices of your chest and —

And then your foot slips, causing you to lose balance as you stumbled off the rooftop and landed on the dumpster, back erupting in agony as you gasped.

Fuck, you couldn't help but think as you rolled off the dumpster and landed on your side, air rushing out of your chest as you once again gasped. You laid there for a few seconds, breathing — no — gulping in air desperately. Then, you hear feet smack on the ground by the end of the alleyway and you freeze.

You almost forgot about Miguel because of the white-hot flashes of agony coursing through your body, nails digging into the filthy ground as you forced your gaze up and there he was, standing menacingly.

You could make out his broad chest, his wide shoulders, his tiny waist, and how his fists were curled up.

In other circumstances, you would find him drop-dead gorgeous, stunning, beautiful. Miguel isn't gross, or ugly, or any negative symptom.

But at this moment, you aren’t thinking about his beauty or his fat voluptuous ass, or his deep voice, or—

Goddamn, stop being down bad! And so you focus on the fact that you're absolutely screwed as you turned around and tried to crawl — your muscles burning and aching as you did so, panting.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Your words are cut off as you heard Miguel’s callous, harsh laughter.

You could hear him approaching — footsteps slow, but loud enough to ring in the otherwise empty alleyway.

“My, my, what do we have here?” Miguel rasped, chuckling to himself; it's muffled because of his mask and you tried to crawl more, but your muscles were screaming. “And here, I thought I could never catch you, after all this time.”

You grunted, hearing Miguel’s footsteps stop before the heel of his foot digs into the lower end of your back, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

“And now?” He presses harder on your back, making you groan, “I have you here. Alone. Maybe injured.”

You can't help but shake your head, attempting to crane it upward so your gaze can meet his own; a throbbing sensation in your head forces it back down, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I–I’m not alone—”

Miguel laughs again, digging his heel harder. “Stop the lies,” he hissed. Then, he removes his foot and you decide that it's either definitely getting locked up or trying to salvage what you can of yourself.

You begin to lift yourself up on your elbows, arms trembling as you try to use one of your web shooters to yank a broken chair down the alleyway, but Miguel is faster.

He immediately drops to sit on your fucking backside, pressing down, down, down, until you're forced on the ground again; his hand had encircled around your wrist and he slams it down, uncaring and unkind as you grimced in pain.

“Fuck!” You cried out in pain, trying to wriggle from beneath the man, but he quickly used his other hand to grip the base of your neck and slam it down onto the cement; pain explodes in your skull, affliction rushing through your blood and you weep.

“Stop fucking moving,” Miguel growled in your ear, and you do, chest wheezing with bated breaths. Everything fucking hurts and you let yourself become limp for a moment; the presence of Miguel doesn't leave. In fact, he leans away for a moment before he’s leaning over you again, minty breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

A shudder ripples through your frame and you have to hold yourself back from whimpering, feeling Miguel's hand tangle in your dark tresses as he grips them, yanking your head back.

“You’re trapped, you little shit, I have all of my crew on speed dial.” Miguel says, warning in his voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing. Warmth pools in your stomach and you're trying, desperately, to fight against it.

Not now, you think to yourself as you could feel Miguel’s talons scraping and digging into your scalp, causing beads of crimson to drip down the slope of your temple.

And sure, like any other person, they would have cried in pain because it hurts, but you? No. You liked it.

“Fuck, I—” Your voice is breathy, quiet. You can feel yourself slowly getting hard in the suit; it constricts around your cock and you squirm, holding in the moan at the contact. “It wasn't — I was just…messing with you.”

Miguel is quiet for a moment, his breath harsh before he snarls out, “Just messing with me? You kept ruining the multiverse, and we had to clean up your damn mess! Eres estúpido,” He finished in Spanish and wow.

You swallow again, trying to clear the lumpiness and tightness in it as you whispered, “I…It wasn't like that …I just—”

Miguel slams your head back on the concert and hisses, “Save it! I don't want to hear your fucking excuses, maldito mocoso.”

His tone is harsh, yet there's a hint of huskiness and rasp in it that makes your back bow, just a little. Of course, nothing goes unnoticed with Miguel, and he grabs your neck; his talons barely missing the fabric of your suit.

“You think I haven't noticed?”

You freeze, nails digging into the dirty ground, trying to control the storm brewing. “Noticed…what?” Your reply is quiet, but Miguel is in your space, in your face, his breath fanning over your ear and over the side of your face; your mask had slipped a little to expose these features, and you were terrified that he would know who you were.

“The fact that you're enjoying this,” he breathily says, warm lips brushing along your ear. “You like this, huh? Does it turn you on when men like me chase you?”

You don't know what to say. He isn't wrong, the evidence in your suit that is too damn tight, a bead of precum dribbling from the tip of your shaft.

And — when Miguel pressed his hips against the curve of your ass — you could feel him and fuck, he’s big.

“S’fine, I—” Miguel huffs, before pushing some of your mask up a little more, making you try to claw at his arm and he quickly pins that.

“Don't you fucking dare,” Miguel growled, before he forcefully twisted your head to the side as he hungrily pressed his lips against yours; it's rough, unkind, as he devours your trembling whines. He swallows them as Miguel wrapped an arm around your neck, fingers caressing over your jaw, squeezing it until you mewl.

He pulls back, inhaling sharply as spit connects your lips before he leaned in again, kissing you once more.

This time, he's a little more gentle, swiping at your bottom lip and you open your mouth, letting him inside.

Your tongues brush against each other and you moan, swirling yours along his and he groans, scraping his talons along your cheek.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips, pulling away as he pressed more kisses along the curve of your cheek, then your jaw, until he huffs and pulls back. “Fuckin’ look at you, cariño, you're a mess.“ He thumbs at your swollen lips and you can't help but whimper.

Your eyes are blown wide and your face is flushed, body warm and hot and needy as your hips bucked against the ground; Miguel easily noticed and pushed your head back down, making sure to sit back on your legs for a moment as you writhed.

“What are you…what are you going to do?” You asked, voice quiet; hints of nervousness slips into your tone and you wonder, briefly, if Miguel can notice.

When he replies, he either hasn't noticed, or doesn't care enough to comment. Both seem suitable. “Use your brain, what do you think I’m going to do?”

You hear his talons rip down your suit and you gasp, trying to crawl away; you knew what was to come and you wanted no part of it.

“No, no, stop—” You cried but Miguel held you down, pinning both of your wrists and squeezing them so hard until you sob, face buried into the ground.

Yet, your cock twitches, more precum leaking and your suit is stained; Miguel is an asshole, a menace, but he makes your body so hot that it feels like it could boil over.

You want this.

It seems like Miguel has read your mind because he leans down and whispers, “Don't fucking pretend you hate this. Remember, you got hard first.”

He's not wrong.

“Miguel, I—” You gulp, accidentally brushing your ass against his clothed cock and moaning.

He leans back his hips and tsks. “If you want it, you gotta beg for it, pretty boy.”

Pretty boy. Pretty boy. Pretty—

Miguel just said you're pretty and your brain is melting, so you're nodding, words almost slurring as you whispered;

“Please.”

He doesn't shift for a moment before a shallow “fuck” escapes his lips and you can hear movement, a zipper sound, then something is rubbing along your ass and you know it's his cock.

“Can't wait until I’m filling up this ass of yours, what do you think, hm? I know you can take me. Boys like you will do anything to be fucked. Isn't that right, querido?”

You nod, moaning as he ripped more of your suit until your ass was exposed; Miguel easily maneuvers you until you were onto your hands and knees, a groan escaping your mouth as your cock hung between your thighs.

God, you were so hard, that it physically pained you.

Miguel's large hands roamed over the dip and curves of your supple ass, before squeezing it and giving a nice, rough smack; the flesh jiggles you and you groan, arching your back deeper.

“Mhm, good boy, just like that — keep that back arched,” Miguel muttered as he spread your cheeks and leaned forward, blowing warm air over your hole.

A whine escaped your lips as you wiggled your hips, desperate. “Please, Miguel, need it—”

“Is that so, slut? You think you deserve this? My tongue, lapping over your hole, hand wrapped around that pathetic cock of yours that just keeps fucking leaking,” Miguel growled out the last part as his large hand engulfs the base of your dick and squeezes tightly, forcing a muffled cry from your lips.

You were trembling, toes curling as you nodded, breaths ragged. “Please, please, need it—ngh—so badly,” you begged, nails clawing at the ground as Miguel stroked from base to tip, tightening his palm around the head as he stroked over the glans; sensitivity flowing through your veins as tears sprung to your tears.

Miguel curses, “Suenas hermoso — necesito hacerte sentir bien,” and then Miguel dives forward to push his warm tongue along the curve of your hole before flicking it, making you moan as you sink your head down onto the ground. Pleasure wracks up and down your spine, thighs trembling.

You peek one eye open as you watch Miguel wrap his hand around his cock and squeeze the base, grunting into your hole; he pulls back and spits on it before slurping, relaxing you enough so he can ease his tongue inside, making a surprised groan leave your mouth.

“Oh, god, please–” You whined, back arching deeper, trying to get a hand around your dick to release some pressure but Miguel is quicker, slapping it away.

He pulls back, making sure to collect the precum that has been leaking on his palm to smear it over your asshole, before easing one finger in; it's easy and you relax, grunting. His fingers are thick as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle, groaning himself.

“Just like that, babyboy,” Miguel’s voice is encouraging and you shudder, letting yourself relax more as he pushes all the way knuckle deep. A gasp leaves your lips and you squirm, uncomfortableness stretching across the pane and curve of your frame.

Miguel wraps his other hand around your cock, tugging on it. It's clear he’s trying to distract you. “I know you can take it, like I said.”

You pant, but nod anyway. “I—I can,” you stumble over your words and feel sweat roll down your temple.

“That’s right.”

You think about his talons and shift, “You haven't scratched me with your talons, at least, in my ass.”

Miguel thrusts another finger inside, making you grimace. Wrong thing to say, then?

“Sounds like you're asking me to do it.” He says it like a statement, not a question, and you shake your head quickly before opening your mouth; no words of such slip out, instead, a moan falls from it as he scissors you open easily.

He keeps stroking you, making you pant and moan in bliss. Miguel then proceeds to curl his fingers upward and —

“Fuck!” You cursed in the open, gasping as he hit your prostate, and you moaned wantonly. Miguel continues to press on the bundle of nerves, forcing back-to-back cries and squeals from you.

Miguel grunts, leaning over you as he eased his hand off your cock. “You sound so good, sweetheart. Like a little mutt in fucking heat, dontcha agree?”

You're nodding, but you're too deep in your pleasure to really think as you gasp, feeling him stroke over it consistently. The tightness in your balls, your stomach, in your chest slowly begins to unfurl as you claw at Miguel's forearm that rested next to your head.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, Miguel—ngh, hah—so close, m’so close—!” You squealed, but then he slips his fingers out, forcing your climax to settle down before it could explode. You slump down onto the floor, limbs quivering.

Miguel easily rolls you onto your back, his suit pooling around his waist and the front part tucked under his heavy balls; broad chest covered in little scars here and there, nipples hardened, waist snatched and wide shoulders hunched over as Miguel caressed over your smaller frame.

“Even though your mask is halfway up, you still look good—” You tried saying, but Miguel slaps a hand over your mouth, narrowing his eyes.

“Shut up,” and then he pulls his hand away before he lifts your legs up and settles them over his shoulders, forcing your body to slide up as one of his large hands grip your waist, the other wrapping around the base.

You look down and swallow, tongue darting out to lick your chapped lips. “I know you said, uh—”

Miguel glares at you, face scrunching in annoyance, fangs poking over his bottom lip.

“But…I don't think it’ll fit, I mean, you only prepped me a little and–”

Miguel rolls his neck as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against your wet hole, looking up; his dark, crimson eyes stare into yours as he says, “Then we’ll make it fit, you fucking slut.”

Then he pushed the head inside, slowly, but the stretch was unbearable as your back bowed and your chest was exposed; Miguel greedily touched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers, making a whine leave your lips.

“F–Fuck, Miguel,” you moaned, feeling him push his cock deeper, carving himself in and out of your hole. It felt amazing, yet it hurt so much, you knew it was gonna ache after, but in the moment? You didn't care.

He keeps pushing, panting as he wraps his hand back around your trimmed waist, squeezing it. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, so goddamn tight — might make me cum raw in you,” and then he eased more of himself into you.

You freeze, blinking as you look at him. Shit, you forgot to ask if he had a condom or not, and you know you wouldn't get pregnant but still…STDS and shit.

“Condom?” You pant, trying to push against his large chest, but he’s quick to shove you back roughly and essentially trap you so you can't move; you realize belatedly that you're in the mating press position and moan, writhing.

Miguel is all the way in and fuck it hurts yet the stretch is so good, you find your hands digging and clawing at his muscular biceps because of it. You can't tell if you want to beg for more or ask him to pull out.

“Too late for that, cariño, but it's s’fine, isn't it? Whores like you just take it like this — raw and deep so they can breed you, right?” Miguel’s voice is husky and raspy, it brings a shudder down your spine and you can't help but whimper at his words, writhing some more.

“Not—” You gasped, toes curling as you felt his hips roll forward, almost pushing you back. “Not true, Miguel, not—”

He’s shaking his head and leaning into your space, large frame pressing you down, down, down, until you whimper. “It is true, and you can't deny it. Admit it, baby, admit that you're a fucking whore.”

The thick head of his dick is pressing against your prostate and you moan, arching your back as he slowly pulls himself out, then pushes back in.

“Say it,” Miguel hissed, pushing himself out faster before ramming his hips forward, jolting you back and you have to hold onto him; your eyes are watering, cock twitching and leaking precum, it ends up smearing across the pane of your stomach as you nod.

You sob out, “Yes, yes, I’m a whore,” and moan as he grinds against your sweet spot.

“That’s it,” Miguel murmured, a wicked grin on his pretty lips. “Since you said it, I’m gonna reward you like the good little slut you are.”

Miguel begins a deep, but hard rhythmic pace as his hips and balls slap against your ass, his head near your face as he grunts in your ear; his harsh breaths fanning across your sweaty face as you cling onto him and squeal when he pulls back and forces himself back inside, each time.

“Hah—ah—yes! Miguel, please, harder—” You cry out, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he folds you completely in half, making a gasp rip from your throat as he placed his arms next to your head and tangled his fingers with yours.

He continues to fuck you like this, making your eyes roll back as your mouth falls open; streams of unfiltered, breathy whines escape your mouth and you can barely keep your eyes open.

“Look at me,” Miguel rasped, his own voice cracking as you trembled.

Miguel buried himself to the hilt, grinding against your prostate as you sobbed, eyes flying open as you writhed.

“M–Miguel, please…” You begged hopelessly, jolting from the constant pleasure on your spot. “Keep going, need it, need you to fuck me stupid and–”

He looked at you and then boldly pushed your mask off, gazing into your watery eyes as he brushed away your locks. Fear sinks deep and low into your stomach and you quickly look away, trying — (failing) — to hide your face.

“Chico hermoso,” Miguel whispers, before using his hand to brush off his own mask, then he dips down to kiss your bruised lips. It's soft, too soft, before he rested his forehead against yours.

You feel your throat tighten. “M–Miguel?” Your voice breaks.

Then, he pulls away and settles his arms around your head once more before saying; “You wouldn't look at me like I asked.”

Miguel then keeps pounding into you, mercilessly and ruthlessly as you hold onto him, nails carving into his flesh. Your cock is trapped between both of your sweaty bodies and you wrap around him, moaning into his ear.

“Taking me so fuckin’ well like I knew you would,” Miguel groaned, thrusting into you faster. “Been wanting to do this since I laid eyes on you, muñeca.”

You rake your nails down his broad back and hear him moan, hips spluttering before he resumes; not stopping, even though your limbs are trembling as you feel your stomach begin to tighten.

The orgasm from earlier is creeping on you and your back barely arched as your head pushed back against the ground, eyes rolling back. You can feel it getting closer, rolling in the pit of your stomach, settling beneath your bones and in your cock.

“Miguel, please, please, s’close, please–!” You cried, holding him closer as he erratically rutted into you, panting in your ear.

The rope in your stomach is loosening, forcing you to hold onto Miguel even more and you sob, “Miguel!”

He groans, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours. “You wanna cum for me, hm?”

Nodding, you claw at his back again. “M’gonna cum, fuck, I’m so close—ngh—let me cum, Miguel, please, I need it–”

Miguel huffs and tangles his fingers with yours again, removing his face from your forehead to whisper into your ear, “Beg for it, mi amor.”

Your voice pitches into desperation as your orgasm begins to unravel, “Please, please, please, Miguel I need it, I need to cum—ngh—please, I’m desperate, I’ll do anything just to cum, let me cum,” and you sob, tears rushing down your cheeks as Miguel groaned.

“Go ahead, baby, let go for me — be a good boy and cum for me,” Miguel rasps and you do, your orgasm untangling at the seams as it washes over you in waves; your heart thrumming hard as you wailed into his shoulder, body jerking and spasming from the intensity.

Ropes of cum paint both of your stomachs but Miguel doesn't even seem to care as he ruthlessly fucks into you. He’s animalistic in the way he pounds into you, unrelenting and unforgiving.

You can't even formulate a response or a moan because of how hard he’s fucking you; all you can do is hold onto him and rut your softening cock against his toned stomach, the aftershocks of your orgasm still making you spasm.

“Gonna fill you up sweetheart and breed your pretty hole — joder cariño, ya voy..” Miguel hisses, giving a few more hard thrusts before his hips stutter as he lets out a breathy moan. His talons accidentally dig into your hands and cause blood to spill because of how much he’s coming.

Both of your breathing is heavy and ragged as he slumps against you, releasing your hands as Miguel sighed, propping himself onto his elbows.

“I hurt you—”

You shrug and mumble, “S’fine. I’ve been a brat recently.”

Miguel hums before his tongue darts out to lick up the blood easily, soothing his tongue over the cuts before he pulls back, grunting. “All cleaned up.”

“It’ll heal, Mig, so it's fine,” you stressed and the man huffs, nuzzling against your cheek with a grunt.

His voice is muffled as he says, “I know, but still. We didn't plan that part out.”

“You know how much I’m a slut for pain, though, so is it really a problem?”

Miguel is quiet before he pulls himself away and gently eases his softening cock from your hole, which immediately allows his seed to spill from your asshole and you flush, cheeks in a deep shade of red.

“No need to be embarrassed, pretty boy, I did just fuck you in this alleyway, knowing anyone could see us,” Miguel brushes away your hair and gives you…a small smile? You can't tell because it's so dark, but his red irises stick out and your hand strokes along his sharp cheekbone.

“Yeah, you're right. We definitely needed this, but, uh, can we go? I’m absolutely starved.”

Miguel chuckled. “Of course, baby.”

Back at the apartment, Miguel gives you a massage, a well-deserved blowjob, and fucks you in multiple positions after you beg for it.

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WARNINGS ?! OBSESSION, POSSESSIVENESS, DARK THEMES !!

Yandere! Fallen angel saw you in the mortal realm while he was visiting. You were a bakery owner, it wasn't really that successful but he was drawn in by the smell of fresh pastries.

Yandere! Fallen angel was hypnotized after tasting your pastries! It all tasted amazing. How is your bakery not known?! 'Wow...These are delicious!'

Yandere! Fallen angel who became friends with you and got to know you after awhile, you were so sweet and pure! He kept coming back to your bakery so he could see you again.

Yandere! Fallen angel can't help himself but fall for someone as loving as you. You kept giving him your pastries, and it all tasted delicious. He decided to bless your business with luck because you've been so nice to him! <3

Yandere! Fallen angel got a little jealous when you could barely spend time with him because your business was becoming busy, but he knows he can't stay mad at you for awhile—your smile and happiness made him give in.

Yandere! Fallen angel was heartbroken when you said you're dating someone. Why? Was he not enough for you? He should be the one who you're interested in! 'Oh... Congrats!'

Yandere! Fallen angel begged the cupids to shoot your lover with one of their arrows and make them fall in love with someone else. He wanted you. He needed you. You should only be with him. Why were you trying to replace him?

Yandere! Fallen angel who felt guilty after seeing you cry after your breakup. He did his best to comfort you. He was always there, he even learned how to bake your favorite pastries! 'Look! I learned how to make your bear-shaped macarons just for you.'

Yandere! Fallen angel who finally gives in. He knows it's a forbidden love, but he can't help himself. He needs to have you. He prepared himself, he can do this! He'll confess, it's okay if you reject him. He can always lock you up.

'I love you. You're the one I've always been longing for. The way you smile—your kind smile—leaves me in a trance. Your personality makes me fall for you even harder. You're the sweetest and kindest person I've ever met. I love you so much.'

I created another one. I DIDN'T EXPECT THE LIL FIC I MADE TO BLOW UP, TY Y'ALL😭🙏

I love pastries. I wanna draw them but I'm so lazy bye, lmk what I should name the skrunklies (Yandere! Alpha and Yandere! Fallen angel)

I'm planning to make two routes for this but don't expect much cuz I'm lazy and I prob won't do it anw😭

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WARNINGS ?! Possessiveness, obsessive behavior !

Yandere! Alpha who never really cared for anything until you came. A transfer student.

Yandere! Alpha was immediately mesmerized by your charisma. He was surprised to find out that you were an alpha too. Maybe you two could be friends? 'Do you want to be friends?'

Yandere! Alpha spent most of his time with you. He liked talking with you—you were just so interesting.

Yandere! Alpha who was in first denial when he found out he liked you. I mean how could he like another alpha? He only likes you as a friend, right?

Yandere! Alpha started becoming possessive towards you. He hated it when your friends took away the attention that was meant to be for him.

Yandere! Alpha did his best to split you and your friends apart, just so he could comfort you afterward. 'They don't deserve you—you're better than them. Don't let them get to you, okay?'

Yandere! Alpha was ecstatic when you said you'll help him in his studies. An opportunity to spend more time with you!

Yandere! Alpha never cared for his academics until he found out you liked smart guys. He studied day and night just to be as intelligent as you—so you can praise him for his progress!

Yandere! Alpha purposely tells the wrong answer when you're studying together so he could spend more time with you. 'Hm... I don't quite understand this part.'

Yandere! Alpha who just seems to can't get enough of you! You were just so sweet and kind. The world doesn't deserve to see your mesmerizing beauty!

Yandere! Alpha who keeps begging you to stay at his place whenever you guys finish your study sessions. He kept begging you every night 'til you finally agreed. 'What should we do first? I have a lot in mind!'

Been obsessed with the trope of alpha x alpha lately so...

I hope you enjoyed this! Sorry if there's grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language and this was just a short idea! <3

#yandere headcanons #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #x male reader #male reader #female reader #x female reader #x y/n #female y/n #male y/n #gender neutral fanfic #no pronouns #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #first post #yandere drabble #drabble #yandere x male reader #yandere x female reader

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Insatiable

Incubus X GN! Reader

A/N: Here's my first addition to October!! Any suggestions or requests for spooky season would be lovely; I have so many ideas its hard to choose!

TW: Incubus/demon, energy feeding, willing reader (at first), biting, blood, forceful kissing, deception

Synopsis: You've been blindly helping your new friend with his strange feeding habits lately, but he finally reveals what he really is.

Please? Just a little bit?" The male begged, looking up at you with pleading eyes and a pouty frown.

"Avery, I don't know..." 

You squinted your eyes in confliction.

"Can't you just do a favor for your friend? Damn. I'm starving..." 

As of late, he had been on you like a malnourished beast, craving any kind of physical touch. But what were you to do? You couldn't just abandon him. Especially since he always tried to make it enjoyable for you, too. 

You gave a little annoyed groan, frustrated at his appetite. 

"You're going to be gentler this time right? And stop when I say?" 

Avery bobbed his head up and down, a sly grin beginning to form on his lips. You realized you were indulging him, yet once again. He had been your friend for just a few months now and was always quite touchy, but these desperately yearning moods for you had been progressing to an uncomfortable level.

"You know, you never really told me what these hunger urges are, or even how this works!" You frowned. "It's… unnatural, you know. I don't even know how I'm helping."

You felt an immediate jab of regret after uttering that, But Avery appeared hardly bothered. 

He grabbed your hand, not an ounce of hurt on his face. Instead, he looked with desire.

"Only you can help, I can't trust anyone else with this." 

You huffed. You couldn't just leave him like this when he put it that way.

"... I guess we can... but only for a few minutes, alright? We have to get back to studying." 

Avery didn't waste any time once he heard those words leave your mouth. 

"It'll be faster than you can say 'stop'." 

You highly doubted that, but didn’t dare to voice your objection. Avery quickly situated himself on top of you with his thighs straddling your waist. His height which greatly exceeded your own made the arrangement a tad awkward, but he didn't seem to mind. 

He licked his lips, supple red ones that so sweetly called your name, ready to nip at your skin. His legs wrapped around you as his tight Jean's prevented comfort.

You let out huffed sighs, not entirely excited for what was to come. Avery let out a little laugh, seeing your face already perspiring and flushed.

“Are you nervous? It’s not like you’re new to this anymore.” He smirked. “ I didn’t think you’d still be so skittish.”

“I’m not! I just--”

“Hey,” Avery leaned down next to you, effectively cutting you off. “I never said it was a bad thing.”

He gave a small lick to the shell of your ear, the wetness making your body shudder from the tip of your head down to the soles of your feet. It was like a tickle running down your spine as he bit the lobe and left damp breaths on your neck. 

He began to shift. You had recognized his strange transformation every time you let him feed off you, but it never ceased to amaze you. 

It felt like his lips were sparking fire on your skin. He traveled moist kisses down your neck with his open mouth; slowly appearing fangs began to scratch against your flesh.

He panted against you as leathery, black wings began to tear through his back. Avery let out sounds of struggle through his huffs, feverishly soaking up the energy of your body as he gave a long lick to your salty skin. The wings flapped gently a few times before settling against his back. They twitched and fluttered every time you let out a squeak or sound of protest.

A wiry, thin tail wrapped itself around your leg, the arrow-shaped end brushing against your ankle with affection as Avery continued his assault. 

You felt your body begin to relax. A great benefit from when Avery feasted on you, was that his saliva forced you to feel at ease. He explained that his spit had special properties, which made the experience more pleasurable, and increasingly less painful. It merely kept you relaxed while Avery created accidental (mostly purposeful) wounds.

Speaking of which, he was already starting to draw blood. 

“Ow…!” You groaned, the saliva not yet having taken effect. 

“Oops.” Avery grinned, licking the blood from your bitten shoulder. In this form, his teeth could bite straight through bone if he so desired. “I’ll make it better…”

Avery took hold of your open mouth, bringing his slippery tongue to slide against yours. Loud, wet kisses echoed in your bedroom, mixed with the small sighs and groans coming from yours and Avery's mouths. He used his weight to lay you down as your hands awkwardly fumbled against his chest. Your hesitant fingers showed your nervousness, Avery not showing the same doubt with his passionate movements. He was almost too good at how he moved. 

You always thought that friends, shouldn’t be doing this with one another. It just felt…wrong. Yet here you were, breathlessly calling his name as he planted hickey after hickey on your skin. 

Your limbs were growing weak as he raked his nails against your soft stomach, grabbing the flesh without mercy. Your shirt was slowly slid upwards, letting your skin rub against Avery’s. His black fingernails teased you, making long, inflamed marks on your tummy as he nearly scratched you open. 

Avery's eyes pulsed a dark color, clearly filling up on your energy as he tasted your body. You let him give you a deep kiss before turning away, too embarrassed and uncomfortable with the idea of him kissing you so passionately. 

“I can’t get my fill if you don’t cooperate.” Avery commented, holding your hands above your head as he pressed you deeper into the bed; it began to sink under the weight. “Come on, don’t be a tease.”

You were about to tell him off until he took hold of your jaw, biting your lip before he destroyed the space between you and him. Avery's hands dug into your hair, claws gently pressing into your scalp as he cradled your head.

Kissing him was like making love to razor blades, with his teeth nipping and biting your lips ‘til they bled. The pain was decreased thanks to Avery’s magical mouth fluids, but your wounds still dully throbbed. He was getting stronger, grip on your hands increasing as his kisses became more lustful. You, in turn, felt yourself grow drowsy.

You hardly resisted against him as his lips trailed down to your chest, your legs becoming shaky and wobbly beneath you. But Avery looked as if he had energy for days. His tail swung playfully in the air, his twisting horns growing more visible the more he soaked up your essence. More and more of Avery was becoming something otherworldly, something…inhuman. You had never seen him so unlike himself.

His skin had a gray tint to it as it slid against your own flesh. The back of his shirt and pants must’ve been ripped by now though from his extra appendages, you concluded. His tail was larger than you remembered, his wings sharper and scalier. You had seen him transform before, but it was never like this; never so, animalistic. But really, your ‘friend’ was just starting to show his true colors. 

“Aren’t you lucky, having me feast on you instead of some other lowlife demon.” He growled, hand sliding against the side of your abdomen. 

You gulped. Those weren’t words you were expecting to hear.

“What do you mean?” You gave an awkward chuckle between kisses.

You tried to keep the mood light despite how unnerved you were. He certainly looked strange when he shifted, but certainly not like a demon… right?

He looked up from your chest to come eye to eye with you. Avery rubbed a trickle of blood from his face with the back of his hand, coming to face you with red eyes. 

“Oh come on, look at me.” Avery pointed to himself, his terrifying appearance making you bite your tongue. “You’re not still acting stupid, are you?”

You never thought to discriminate based on looks, so you didn’t dare ask about his unnatural traits. And, well, you were also terrified to ask. Avery was always a mystery to you; you never had the guts to press him for answers, especially from how persuasive he could be. You’ve seen people who hated him fall to their knees, lovestruck and desperate as if their attitude had done a complete 180. You weren’t keen on being one of his manipulated, lovesick victims. 

You had just assumed… he had genes from somewhere else. Something you weren’t familiar with. You might have been suspicious of him for being akin to an alien or something, but not a demon. After all, there were certainly weirder things in the world.

“The feedings, the tail and horns, were you really that oblivious?” You were choked up on the information as he berated you with questions. “Do you really have nothing to say? Nothing to ask? No screams, or cries for help?” 

“W-well,” You avoided looking at him, his eyes making you anxious. ”I just thought you needed my help, even if you were… strange. And it’d be wrong for me to turn you away, after all the studying you’ve helped me with.”

Avery’s tail flicked in bewilderment and annoyance. 

“So you just didn’t question anything?” He looked at you in disbelief. “With that logic, someone could have taken advantage of you.You really ARE lucky!” 

Avery flicked your forehead, ignoring the irony of his own statement. You yelped, wincing at the poke of his long nail.

“I just didn’t want to be rude, excuse me for trying to help.” You huffed, touching the spot that he flicked. “And besides, you acted so desperate, how was I supposed to say no!”

You started to get annoyed, frustrated at how your kindness was turning into a lecture. But realization began to dawn on you. He was really…. A demon?

“But you’re not really a…” You trailed off, suddenly uncomfortable with how numb and weak you were in his presence. 

Avery raked a fingernail down your shirt, ripping it open. He looked at you with an expression you had never seen before: possessively, as if you were a scared rabbit under his paw that he so desperately wanted to gobble up.

You gasped, feeling his claw nearly nick you. But his eyes had a complete disregard for your pain and resistance.

My shirt-- Avery!” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, trying to get out of the hold he had you in. But the demon wouldn’t budge. 

“I’m quite hurt it's taken you this long to figure it out. But I guess that’s what makes you so entertaining.” He sighed dreamily. 

“This isn’t funny anymore.” You warned, beginning to feel your fear response begin to kick in.

“I’ve been scouting you for months, slowly draining you with small touches and little words to make you embarrassed.” He stroked the bite mark on your shoulder, staring at it while he monologued. 

“But I never realized you’d make it so easy to feed off you.” He tried to stifle a laugh, sitting with his legs straddling you, with you being too tired to even tell him to get off. Danger began to creep up on you, realizing how much power Avery held over you.

 But he’s never hurt you before; he wouldn’t now that you’ve found out, would he?

"Avery--” You were starting to panic at his change in attitude; his attentive, playful personality was being peeled back to reveal a callous beast.

“I’m merely a fledgling right now. But I wonder how much I could take from you when I’m fully developed.” He commented out loud, leaning down to smell you. You could hear him sniff at your scent, letting out a sigh of pleasure as he noticed how your body began to shake from fear and weakness. 

“Oh yes,” He groaned, pressing his nose against your jaw. “Please, tremble for me more. I want to taste your fear, your frightened little scent. I want it all.”

You tried to beat against his chest. Your hand began to shake as you kicked from underneath him, wiggling and writhing against the sea of blankets, pillows and incubus that engulfed you. Avery’s hair tickled your nose, his horns nearly hitting you as he smothered himself into your chest. 

“You--you--” Avery held you down effortlessly, his wings spreading out fully as he pinned you beneath him. “I can’t believe you lied to me!”

“Oh I never lied to you,” He said plainly. “I just never revealed the complete truth. And you didn’t question it, not even for a second!” He laughed in your ear, grinding gently against you with his hips. “Oh It’s really your fault, you know? You gave me such an easy opportunity, and I’m not even fully developed yet. You lost yourself to a weakling!”

He cackled at your naivety as if it was the best joke he’d ever heard. 

“I thought you were my friend!” You shouted, tears beginning to make their way to your cheeks.

 Your voice cracked as you moaned from Avery’s touch, his rows of sharp teeth biting down on your shoulder. The stinging nearly felt pleasant, his saliva doing more than just numbing the pain at this point. It was twisting your agony into bitter pleasure. He had never sapped this much of your energy before. 

“Awe now I never said I wasn’t, did I? That’s why I’m going to take you someplace special.” Avery’s red eyes lit up with eagerness, blood still dripping from his chin. “But in this place, we can be much, much more than ‘friends’.” He scoffed at the final word.

Avery gave you a sadistic grin, pressing down on the wound on your lower neck. 

Sticking his left arm out, he drew a circle in the air, a red line appearing seemingly out of nowhere, following his movements. The line formed a circle as Avery finished, introducing a scene from somewhere that was most definitely not your bedroom. You could feel the chill coming from the newfound place, the pulsing portal bringing gusts of wind with ash. Within it, you could see the blurry outline of what looked to be a dark red room.

 You sat in disbelief, still not entirely sure how to comprehend the chaos around you. Your friend was… truly a creature from hell? Who had magical properties you had thought to have never existed? 

“What, is….that..” You could hardly stop your jaw from going slack, pure awe overcoming you as you witnessed the portal’s other side. 

“My home. And what will soon be yours.”

Avery picked you up, his usual lack of strength now seeming like a faint memory as he carried you. He grunted, adjusting you as your body laid limp in his strong hold. He appeared twice the size of his normal, “human” self, being far taller and more lean than what you remember. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support, though still trying to convince him to put you back on the bed.

 If it weren’t for his saliva making your body a limp puddle, you would have fought him tooth and nail. But Avery had no problem resisting your fighting hands and carrying you through the red portal, kissing your temple with a grin. He looked at you with a sadistic yet captivated stare, having longed to bring you home. He was prepared to bring you back to his world the moment you uttered a single syllable from your sweet lips; Avery knew you’d be a worthy creature to satiate his hunger. 

You were going to be his delicious little pet. And he, your owner. 

[churrobread]

Kinktober - Day 9 + 10

𝔐.𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 | 𝔑𝔞𝔳𝔦. | 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Gender: Male reader

Prompt: Blindfolds + Breathplay

Character(s): Tartaglia (Ajax), Scaramouche

Warning(s): 18+, threesome, tops Tartaglia and Moochie, bottom reader, fucking on a desk, etc.

Words: 1000+ (This was only supposed to be under 400 words :'] )

A/N: We are gonna just unsee me being over 20 something days behind, I have been in and out of the hospital due to some recent shit. It's been very tiring so I really haven't felt comfortable writing lately. I promise I'll finish this but I will be throughout November, also thank you to the people who requested some days and gave me ideas.

Fem-aligned, yaoi/fujoshi supporters, pro/comshippers, mlm fetishizers dni you will be blocked

Your bruised knuckles knock on the splintered wooden door making the ugly black name plack ripple against the wood about to fall. An annoyed 'Who is it?' was barked through the door by the 11th harbinger. A shiver runs through your paranoid form, you were the captain of your team which had just failed an important mission to gather info on the blond traveler and his little companion.

"It's the captain of-" You were cut off when the door gets opened suddenly making you silently gasp as you stand before the 6th of the fatui harbingers. The glare that rested upon his face made you take a few steps back spooked. "Uh, I can come back.." You trail off gesturing behind you with your thumb slowly backing up.

Behind Scaramouche your boss Tartaglia stands up shaking his head 'no' and then beckoning you to come into the room. You were stunned not moving an inch which made Scaramouche get impatient. He reaches out gripping your coat and pulls you into the room with the two of them.

Now you stand stiff as a plank in front of your superior your sweaty hands desperately holding onto your coat, your gaze burning holes in the floor. "Report on your latest mission." Tartaglia steadily commanded before taking his seat again as the other harbinger leans against the only exit.

You are hesitant before swallowing all your fears that threaten to creep out. "My lord, I am afraid to report that the mission had gone sideways midway through-" You quickly bumble out, the feeling of Tartaglia seething with each word you spout. The air now hostile seems to slip into your gaping mouth and steal all your breath from your lungs but you still push forward with the report. "The traveler and his guide seemed to notice us and by we were quickly ambushed by them!"

By now the glare that the 11th harbinger was sending you could kill you if you meet his empty eyes. "This is the 4th time you and your team have failed me." His wrathful tone makes your knees almost buck under the pressure. You hear little giggles come from the other harbinger behind you but you don't dare to acknowledge them.

The coat that was on you to protect you from shezhnayas unforgiving elements felt too hot now; it was suffocating you. "What am I to do with you" You hear him fumingly huff. One of his gloved hands drums against the desk in thought for a moment before a sinister chuckle leaves him.

You dare to sneak a glance at him but soon regret it as the look on his face shakes you to your core, you wish you could just melt into the floor. "Come here," He lowly says motioning for you to stand in front of him behind his desk. You take slow strides towards him silently praying for any of the archons to give you hope that you would survive.

You finally stand before him with your head down submissively, trying to shrink into your lofty coat. From the corner of your eyes, you see Tartaglia shift in front of you. The touch of his gloved hands makes you jump with a little shriek escaping your cracked lips making the orange-haired harbinger snicker. His hands slid over your shoulders pushing off the large coat onto the floor only leaving you in your translucent shirt.

"My- My lord! What are you doing?!" You exclaim tripping over your words slightly as his hands roam over your chest. Your shaken eyes meet his cold blue ones, even through the sea that raged in his eyes mischief seemed to shine through right then.

"You see, I have been so very busy fixing my underling's mistakes that I haven't been able to have time for myself," His nails drag along your clothed breast making red lines under the fabric. "The stress has just got me pent up. Maybe if you help me with this pent-up stress then I'll let you off for this little fuck up." The tone he uses makes your cheeks flush as you anxiously nod.

"Good." You were forcefully pushed against the desk, your back scattering whatever was on it before. Your eyes meant the confused violet eyes of the 6th harbinger before shifting to the man who is now in between your legs.

"Childe, what are you doing?" Scaramouche hisses out from between his teeth. His face was almost as red as yours from just watching whatever was unfolding between the two of you. "Oh come on comrade! Lighten up!"

His hands traveled under your skin-tight shirt playing with your puffy nipples before dragging his nails down to rest on your hips. The bulge in his pants was more prominent now than ever as it pressed against your ass. He leans down so his chest touches yours, his ginger hair tickling your jaw. "You can call me Ajax for what we are about to do."

You nod watching him as he leans up to look through a drawer in his desk before pulling out a black cloth blindfold with the fatui symbol on it. The last thing you see before he tightens the piece of cloth around your eyes is his freckled face smiling while motioning for the other harbinger to come closer.

Now you were on high alert with your sight taken away, every touch that was laid on your body making you jump a little. A snap of fabric catches your attention as cold hands meet your skin, they were rough with calluses on them, an almost unnoticeable dip in the skin of the hand every so often from the old and new scars.

The rough hand's grip holds the edges of your shirt pulling it apart as the sound of fabric ripping draws a startled yelp from you. The cold air hitting your perky nipples before they get engulfed by warm touches and a wet mouth.

Next you feel a slender hand run over your cheek, it felt soft in contrast to the rough hand's that are pulling off your pants. The thumb of the hand rubs your lower lip before roughly prying opening your mouth. Thin fingers explore your wet mouth taking your attention off the ginger haired harbinger.

You could hear faint grumbling from the 6th harbinger above you. You didn't get to catch any of his words as you jerked forward. The feeling of Ajax taking your dick in his mouth sucking your soul out. One of his now ungloved hands hold down your hips while the other slick with what you think is lube teasing your rim.

"Ah- Ajax.. so good-" You moan out. Your bandaged knuckles gripping onto the edge of his desk.

Pleasure runs through your veins, almost covering the sudden sharp pain of your hair getting pulled back by Scaramouche.

"Open"

Being oh so obedient you immediately open your mouth at his command. Feeling his cock prod at you mouth you slack your jaw to open wider to accommodate his size. You could tell he wasn't huge, maybe just a bit above average.

He slides in with a delighted moan. Not even giving you time to adjust to the massive change. Your throat bulges slightly every time you tried to swallow. You let out small whimpers and moans from the long fingers that are spreading your ass while the loss of air makes you feel fuzzy.

Scaramouche gets bored of just the feeling of your mouth constricting on his cock. The short male starts to thrust rapidly constantly hitting the back of your throat. His hands feel under your jaw, the feeling of the lump appearing and disappearing constantly making him more horny.

Your body starts to feel high. Maybe it was the lack of air you were getting or maybe it was all the pleasure but you felt so out of it at that point. Everything felt so much. The feeling of being stuffed by two harbingers making you crazy.

Your ears ring and your skin feels on fire. The fuzzy feeling tickling your skin, it felt like static on your skin. The ringing in your ears blocked the sounds around you much like the blindfold did your sight. The sweltering heat around your body made it hard to concentrate on your situation. The cock stuffed down your throat cutting off your airways, thick purple hair itching your nose.

Stopping there before i go much farther. Again sorry for how late this is, just so much stuff has been happening, and going back and forth to the hospital is so stressful for me. Thankfully I should be out of the hospital for a bit so I'll try to post the rest of kinktober throughout the next two weeks.

Also, go check this post out to help me with my next series! {Link}

Last note on this fic but after I get kinktober done I might focus on some of my OCs in future fics for a month or two. I will still ofc write for other fandoms but I will focus on OCs for a little.

[churrobread]

𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒?

CONTENT — scara apologizes to you.. in a rather interesting way. (wahh a little rushed as well, so sorry)

— FEATURING / PAIRINGS: scaramouche / kunikuzushi x afab!reader

WARNINGS / CONTENT WARNINGS: vaginal sex, oral sex (fem receiving), jealousy, praise kink, degrading(?), creampie, use of nicknames (darling, slut, etc), overall suggestive themes, lmk if i missed a few things | now, read this carefully, NSFW BELOW. minors do not interact!

✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑, 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 !

SCARAMOUCHE tapped his pen against the wooden table, grumbling as he ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it roughly. why must they give him paperwork to do this early in the day? his movements paused for a moment when he heard your footsteps outside, getting closer to the room he was currently in. he glanced towards the door frame, half expecting you to walk in and shower him with kisses, that is until you walked passed his office with your arms crossed, nose high up in the air, not even taking a short glance at the room. scara raised a brow, now why were you acting all strange all of the sudden? although he did notice that you’ve been less affectionate lately ever since a few days ago, did he say something that upset you? did he do anything to upset you? he was trying his best to piece the puzzle together to why you were acting this way and giving him the silent treatment at times. he didn’t want to admit it but deep down he missed it whenever you would shower his face with kisses.

he finally got up from his chair, making his way over to the kitchen where he heard you making a ruckus, only to be met with a pouty little darling. “[name],” he began, making his way over to you wrapping his arms around your waist. “you’ve been acting strange these past few days. is there anything in particular bothering you?” he murmured with a hint of concern and worry in his voice, his fear of you leaving him grew more each second the longer you took to answer him. “[name]?” you huffed, crossing your arms once more as you tried to escape his strong grasp. “mmh go away. i don’t wanna talk to you. why don’t you go talk to that haypasia girl instead? it seems to me that she’s more important, is she not?” you wiggled out of his grasp, only to hear a chuckle leave his lips, turning into laughs as he clutched his stomach. “do you think this is funny?” “yes. yes i do. i can’t believe you, [name]” he laughed, trapping you in his arms again, planting a kiss on your shoulder. “is my darling jealous?” “i don’t know, scara. what does it look like? not to mention that haypasia girl has been on your ass for days. to make matters worse, you never have time for me anymore”

despite everything else, scara felt his heart drop to his stomach at your words, he never had time for you anymore, huh? he held your body tightly against his, leaning over to cover your shoulder with kisses, inhaling your scent. “i have two words for you, [name], you’re pathetic and stupid.” “pathetic and?!—“ “ah ah. let me finish. you’re so stupid, you know that? are you stupid enough enough to think i’d choose her over you? the way your mind works never fails to surprise me, do you think that lowly of me?” he brought his voice down into a low whisper, sending vibrations down your spine as your mouth parted, only for scara to shush you with his index finger, spinning you around to face him, bringing a hand towards your neck. “if you still don’t believe a single word that is coming out of my mouth, how about I make it up to you and show you just how much I love you more than anything else, hm? does that sound like a plan?” your breath hitched, nodding as you turned away from his gaze. “good.”

— 𐬿*❁

“you’re such a needy little whore.” before you could reply to his harsh words, a whine left your lips as you felt his warm tongue lick your dripping slit, keeping your knees completely still in his grip, circling his tongue on your folds. scara never failed to surprise you with everything he does to you and your body, his mouth working wonders on your cunt licking at all the right places, gazing up at you from time to time only to see that you were already staring at him. fuck, if only you could see what he was seeing right now. you looked so beautiful, the facial expressions you made, the way you arched your back at how he slurped your juices and the way your hand on the back of his head pushed him down further. god how did he manage to charm someone as beautiful as you? “mmf.. scara..” he pressed his thumb against your cliterous, pulling away from you as he licked his lips clean, your body shivering from the cold air. he stared down between your legs then back at you, unexpectedly shoving two fingers inside, pumping them in a quick pace, quickly shutting you up with a kiss, letting you taste his lips. you whimpered as he slid his tongue past your lips, moaning into his mouth, devouring your lips with passion yet he was so rough with you.

“i’m gonna show you that haypasia isnt all that special to me. you’re the only one on my mind.” was all that he said before unwrapping the fabrics around his hips, eagerly ramming his cock inside. “hah.. scara!” “i haven’t even fucked you for atleast 10 seconds and you’re already drooling over my cock. fucking slut” he fondled with your breast roughly, while the other was wrapped around your waist, pulling your bodies close together as he abused your needy hole with his dick. “you look utterly pathetic. absolutely pathetic.” you could feel your tight walls clench around him each hard thrust, he grabbed your hips and angled your body a certain way, making his cock brush against spots you never knew could feel so good. “scar..ah!—“ “hm.. you like that? does that feel good?” your moans and cries only grew louder, scara’s lips tracing down along the flesh of your neck, then down to your collarbone biting down lightly, pounding into your sweet spot over and over again, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. your nails scratched against his shoulders, your orgasm built up quickly inside as your deep feelings of jealousy slowly faded away. your body shook at the warm feeling of scara cumming inside of you, some of his load leaking as it stained the sheets. “look at me.” he murmured, poking at your cheek with his index, “was that enough to show you that i love you as much as i love anything else? or do you want me to continue until i’m fully convinced you got it in your dumb pretty little head?”

HELLO!! i’ve seen a few requests in my inbox, i’ll be sure to get your requests finished ahh so sorry i’ve been a bit busy recently, if there are also a few errors i’ll be sure to try and fix them later on! — Rosemi ❤︎︎