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ultralightpoe · 5 months

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Strangers - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: Please don't hate me. I was reading a Midsummer nights dream when I wrote this.

Warning: Fighting, ptsd

Word Count: 3151

Part One : Avoidance

Part Two: Chaos

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((Please don't hate me. I was reading a Midsummer nights dream when I wrote this. ))

“You mean to tell me that you’ve combed through every inch of that footage? That you have tried tracking her suit and you’ve-”

“YES BARNES! YES!” The surveillance employee snaps, snatching the glasses off his face and rubbing the point between his eyebrows. Never, not once, had Eric Micheals raised his voice at a higher man. Let alone the Winter Fucking Soldier.

But he didn’t know how else to say it. They combed through every piece of evidence, every second of footage and all the villages nearby. They. Found. Nothing.

“How does someone just disappear? Are there any blindspots in the-”

“Even if there were blindspots in the footage we would have seen her somewhere.” Eric snaps, and Bucky feels his fists clench, an unnatural anger pounding in his chest. Rationally he knew that the kid was just doing his job, but he felt like he couldn’t breathe without you. “If she left that building then we would have seen her.”

“We combed through the building to find her-”

“Enough.” Steve sighs, stepping between Bucky and his target. “We know Y/n got out. But she apparently didn’t take a natural exit.”

“Then how did she-” Nat begins but Steve cuts her a quick glance to silence her, turning back to Bucky. “We’ll figure it out, Buck. She’s out there-”

“I know she’s out there.” Bucky snaps, rolling his eyes as his flesh hand travels to the ache in his chest. “I can feel her, she’s right here.”

“You can feel her?” Tony scoffs, shooting everyone else a ‘can you believe this?’ look as Sam steps forward.

“Then we keep looking, keep brainstorming ways to find her.” Finally Bucky lets out a breath, walking to his pal with a calm expression. At least someone here was in his corner.

There was a thick feeling in your chest, one that you could not quite explain, but you knew it was there. Like a cord was wrapped to your ribcage and pulling, and no matter which way you turned or walked you just couldn’t seem to shake it.

The woman you were staying with often watched you closely, watching as you shuffled around her home in an attempt to ease the pressure, if she thought it weird she didn’t say anything on it. But then again it was already weird enough that she had someone in her house making plants grow at the speed of light and not have a clue as to who she was.

But that didn’t stop her from taking care of you. She fed you a hot meal morning and night, gave you a warm bed to sleep in and often carted you around town to help with her work.

She sold flowers, and ever since you had gotten involved she had never ending line out the door to buy your once in a lifetime flowers.

You felt powerful and endless, and though you had no clue who you were you knew you had never felt this kind of power before. And even with all that you still felt…. Empty. Like you were missing something very important.

Never ending, the pressure in your ribcage only tightening more.

Like today, walking behind the strange woman with a hand on your side, following her around the market as people all stopped to turn to you with shocked expressions. You understood their expressions, and had been shocked yourself when you saw how long your hair had been and the vines growing around your arms that you just couldn’t seem to shake.

You looked like a goddess.

You just wish you remembered who you were.

It was not long before the people around you figured out that just a touch from you was a healing spell, and soon enough everyone was desperate to touch you. People calling for you as you pass, screaming out a name you didn’t know as the stranger who saved you snatches your wrist, jolting back when the gray of her hair darkens back to the original color and some of the wrinkles along her face disappear.

You can only stare, blinking slowly as she snatches her hand away quickly. And though you had no memories you knew what you had just done was wrong. A wave of panic fills you and you find yourself yearning for something. The smell of black coffee and spearmint filling your senses as she mumbles an apology.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” She mumbles, the russian accent heavier from the adrenaline. “Come. Come. We go before they find us.”

“I want to heal.” You croak out, showing your hands before gesturing to the groups you had left behind you. “I can help-”

“Okay. Okay.” She mumbles, slowly leading you back to them, this time careful not to touch you.

You try not to be stung by that, and that heavy feeling in your chest dampens more. You were missing something.

He had to find you, he knew something was wrong.

If anyone were to hear him talk about it they would think he was crazy, but he felt it. The lack of energy and the heavy feeling in his chest. It was like he could feel your pain even while he was away.

“Buck.” Someone calls and he has to turn to find Sam walking to him, a small smile on his face. That was another reason Bucky knew something was wrong, he had NEVER seen Sam so sprightly.

It was like you had completely healed every single thing. Something he had never seen you do before, sure you helped in the med bay sometimes but even that was simple stuff that took most of your energy. He remembers all the times he had come in himself needing stitches.

“You know I heal fast, right doll?” He laughs, watching as you blush and not make eye contact while you continue stitching him up.

“This will help heal you faster, and I would very much appreciate it if you would stop getting shot so much.” You try to smile, eyes widening as he gasps out to scare you, realizing what he had done a second later. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry,” He laughs, reaching his flesh hand up to swipe at your cheek. “I had to, you know it. You’re so anxious and I’m not gonna die on ya dollface.”

“I’m not your dollface right now Barnes”

“You’re always my dollface, even when you’re mad at me.” He smiles from ear to ear. “What time is your shift over, we can head over to the diner later.”

“Oh, I’m just helping out right now.” You smile and he blinks.

“You’re helping out? Doing all this and not getting paid?”

“I’ll let you buy me dinner as payment.” You smile, giving him a wink and then walking off for your next client.

It still amazed him how you convinced Stark to take public patients to allow better access to medicine and tech that the Avengers could provide.

“Buck? You hear me?” Sam calls, snapping his fingers.

“What?” The soldier asks, blinking slowly as he tries to snap you out of his thoughts for a second.

“I asked if you wanted help watering Y/ns plants.” Sam repeats himself, moving to grab another water canister as Bucky thanks him and gets back to working. His thoughts go back to the clinic you had been running, something he checked on everyday to make sure it was still running-

“Y/n.” He gasps, snapping to Sam.

“What?”

“Y/n. I know how to find her. I know how to find my girl.” Bucky laughs, dropping the water canister and splitting from the room with Sam hot on his heels. He dashes to the surveillance room, shocking Clint and Natasha on their shift.

“What now Bucky?” Clint groans, turning on his hearing aid as Nat slaps his arm.

“I know how to find Y/n-”

“Barnes, we have been through this. We’ve check-”

“Check the news for towns near the compound we rushed. Check for any healing activity.”

“Healing activity?” An intern laughs. “Like ibuprofen sales?”

His metal arm is reaching out quickly to snatch the shirt of the intern, pulling him up. “You about to make fun of the one person in this building who made you a specialized medicine for your mothers chemo therapy?”

“N-No man-”

“Sir.”

“NO SIR!” The kid cries out and Bucky releases him, rolling his eyes as the kid dashes past. “The Y/n I know would find a way to help anyone near her. And if she can heal Sam down to the lungs then she has enough energy to perform some miracles.”

“You don’t even know if she ma-”

“My girl made it out. And my girl is definitely out there making a change so let’s go.”

There were a lot of sick people here, from asthma to cancer to allergies. And they all wanted your help, which you were more than happy to give.

Child to mother to stranger to another child. Over and over they all kept coming.

You did what you could, touching their forehead or hands, some of them asked for a kiss on their head.

You did as much as you could, and hadn’t even realized when you started bleeding from your nose until the strange woman ushers you away, still not touching you herself.

“Melina.” Someone calls, and a younger woman with blonde hair appears before you, eyes wild as she taked you in. “Is it true.”

“Yelena.” The brunette stranger warns, and just like that you had two names but there was only one stuck on your tongue.

“Bucky.�� You blurt and both women snap their attention to you.

“She is a god.” Yelena blurts and Melina shakes her head.

“A curse.”

“I’m lost.” You murmur, but they don’t seem to hear you, too busy arguing over each other.

“She went through the earth.” Bucky smiles, looking at the basement where they had lost you. Now unflooded and easier to search it was clear how you had managed to get out. You had quite literally gone through the earth.

It was like you had sunk through like a soft mattress, in a moment of panic you drew from the earth.

“Barnes.” Nat calls, red hair appearing quickly. “We got a hit.”

“We did?”

“You won’t believe what town we found her in.”

There was a heavy commotion, the sound of heavy wind and the next thing you knew everyone was dashing to hide, which made your instincts snap out.

Turning to look you see some of the dust rising up before you blink and see Cornell there, a silent scream tears through you as you dash for shelter as well, bare feet scraping against the concrete.

You had lost Melina and Yelena that morning, and now you wish you hadn’t strayed as you make a mad dash through the area, hearing footsteps follow you.

A small thud is heard to your right, a soft curse of a man, and when you look back to see you find a taller male with metal bird winds dodging from rocks being thrown by children. He ducks from their rocks, calling for them to calm down before the kids all yell out and run, when he removes his arm you spot a look of shock over his face.

Before you can even realize what you had done you see vines grow quickly, snatching him by the ankles and throwing him up before he could retaliate.

He searches around for the source, spotting you with a shocked look. “Y/n, IT’S SAM!”

But you were already dashing, the bottom of your foot scraping before it heals in a flash as you dash up a fallen post before a blur of red hair fills your vision and you are lashing out once more to protect yourself.

Cornell had come back for you, you knew it. This was the end of it all.

The female is blocked by a tree and another figure with a bow and arrow is pulled into the dirt as you dash up the post and climb into an abandoned building, moving to find a space to hide.

“Jesus, she’s gone wild.” Clint gasps, trying to take his foot out of the quicksand you had formed under him while Nat moves around the tree to help him.

“This is my fault.”

“You know I love you, but right now I’m gonna have to agree.” The deaf man gasps as Steve and Bucky speed to them.

“Which direction?” Steve asks, but Bucky is already passing, almost like he could already sense where you had gone. Steve follows close and Nat gives one more look to Clint before he shakes her off and turns to Sam for help.

“We should have brought the witch.” Clint snaps, allowing Sam to coach him out.

Steve and Bucky take cover by the wall, looking to the post you had climbed as Nat takes the lead, being the first to climb up.

“Never thought we would be hiding from Y/n.” Steve whispers through the comns.

“It’s not Y/n, she was panicked and scared and mumbled something about Cornell.” Sam grunts.

“She said Cornell?” Bucky blurts, a little louder than intended .

“No. I just gave you misinformation for fun-”

“Shut. Up.” He snaps, using his metal arm as leverage up the beam to get to you faster. “Y/n!”

The ground beneath the building shakes a bit, and he hits the floor of the building to hold himself stable, taking a moment to review his surroundings. No gun in sight, and no weapons shown. You were an enemy but you were also still attacking.

“Y/n!” He calls again, the ground shakes more.

“Barnes!” Nat calls, lunging in with Steve.

“Y/N!” Cornell calls, but you couldn’t stop, you were running. You were free and there was nothing that was going to stop you now.

You were no longer his pet.

A shot rings out as the forest branches tear at your skin, and you don’t recognize the pain until you step on the leg that had been shot and a scream tears through your throat as you hit the floor, pain filling your body.

You try to silence yourself, you really do but there is nothing that could stop the sobs as you try to pick yourself back up, you had to do this. You had to save yourself.

There is a blur in the corner of your eye and you were sure Cornell had caught up, so you pull the strength to stand and keep running.

Once you hear that name, the name you recognize as your own, you can do nothing but run.

There are people running behind you, but you don’t risk a look back, and you don’t have enough energy to fight them so you focus on running.

This was something you knew, you were going to be free.

There is a blur to your right, and you realize that you are running against people with superspeed and can’t really fight that. So you turn to the left, only to be tackled by a figure you hadn’t even seen.

“Dollface.” Someone gasps out, the feeling of metal and flesh wraps around you in a soft embrace as they try to slow you down. “Cornell is not here. Dollface I swear it.”

The blur had caught up, holding out his hands to you in a calming manner, doing his best to ease you down from the very tightrope you had formed.

“Cornell is not here, okay? I’ve got ya. I’ve got ya.” The stranger hushes you, getting closer and closer.

You recognized it now, you knew him. This was your closest companion. He had saved you from Cornell and he had come for you.

So you take a deep breath, turning to him with tears in your eyes as you try to calm down, trying to remember how you had ended up here in the first place.

“You came for me…” You whisper, a sob escaping your lips. “I’m sorry I ran.”

“It’s okay.” The man holding you eases, letting go of you slowly. “We’re here for you dollface.”

“Thank you….” You cry, missing the confusion on his face when you turn away from him. “Thank you for coming back for me Stevie.”

“I’m Steve.” The blonde stranger smiles, rubbing your shoulders. “But my friends call me Stevie.”

“Stevie…”

Bucky is at an absolute loss of words, feeling you rush from his grasp to jump into Steve’s arms quickly, a pang of jealousy crossing through him when he sees Steve wrap his arms around you and kiss your head.

This can’t be real.

He doesn’t know what to think, he doesn’t know what to do.

Everything in him is screaming to grab your attention and bring you into his arms, apologize for ever ignoring you and taking what he had for granted. To promise that he will never leave you again and beg you to forgive him.

But you are sobbing into Steve’s chest and before he can act on his thoughts he catches Nat’s eyes. But when he was expecting a warning from his friend he was mistaken, instead he saw a devastating jealousy written over her face as she watches Steve hug you.

There is another sinking feeling as he realizes, finally, why Natasha had been so firm on protecting him in this situation.

“You both are so wrapped up in each other that you forget to breathe without each other. Codependency hurts more when it’s forcefully torn rather than willingly.”

Natasha had gotten attached…. To Steve.

Tony is waiting at the landing pad when the quinjet arrives, nerves in his stomach rumbling. He hadn’t received a confirmation from anyone, and that was never a good sign. So he was the first out, watching as the ramp door opened and his team was revealed.

A relieved gasp escapes him when he sees you, curled into a blanket with vines covering your arms and legs, a bit of green smudging your cheek and the tips of your fingers. He takes a couple quick steps forward, ready to greet you, until he sees Natasha storm down.

“What’s going on Widow?” He asks, only for her to rush past with Clint on her heels. Sam follows, rubbing the back of his neck with a saddened expression.

Bucky walks up next, jaw tight and his fists tense as Tony looks at him.

“Why aren’t you with Y/n?” He hated Bucky, but even he knew this was unsettling.

“Ask. Stevie.” Bucky snaps, shouldering past Tony as he finally looks back to where you are holding on to Steve’s hand, just like you had the first time he brought you here.

“This is a mess.” Steve whispers, leading you to the door. “A mess I don’t know how to fix.”

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Day 11 of Kinktober: Swimming Around With Arthur Curry

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: making out, eating out

Y/N’s POV

Arthur took me this magical place that I’ve never seen in any books or the internet before but it looks so majestic and the plants, never seen before either.

“Where are we?” I say still looking around at the place.

“This is where I became king of the ocean.” He says behind me.

“Really? Where were you at in this place when you became king?” I turn around and said.

“Right down that pond.” He points at the pond.

“What’s down there?” I question.

“The Karathen.“ He whispers in my ear.

“Is that where we’re going to, is that why you brought us here?” I look at him.

“Oh god no, we’re going over there.” He points to a waterfall.

“That looks gorgeous.” I look at the waterfall.

“You wanna go for a swim?” He asks.

“Yeah sure.” I said.

Arthur and I get undressed and Arthur dives into the pond where the waterfall is. He pops out of the water and swims up to me.

“The water feels great Y/N/N.” He says.

I look at him and then look at the water, I get in the water and the water does feel good! Arthur wraps his arms around my body to guide me where he’s going to. I lay my head on his shoulder, holding on to him as well.

We get behind the waterfall and the wall looks like it has crystals all of it, it looks beautiful.

“This looks beautiful Arthur.” I unwrap myself from Arthur.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He smirks.

I look down and chuckle.

I sit on a small edge where the wall of crystals are, Arthur swims towards me and getting up to my level, I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. I hold him close to make us be nose to nose.

“How you feelin’?” He says in a deep voice.

“I’m fine.” I chuckle.

“You wanna try something?” He whispers in my ear.

“What?” I ask.

He looks at me, he leans in and kisses me, I smile in the kiss, I wrap my legs around him and he takes us to a different wall. I tug on his hair and he kisses my neck which made me moan.

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me with those blue eyes, he goes under water and I can feel him touch my body and I feel something inside me, how can this be possible? I moan even louder and I can feel him touching me under water and his tongue touching my clit. He continues to do this for a minute or two and then I hear something in the water even though the water fall is so loud I feel like nothing can hear me scream in pleasure.

I stop Arthur from eating me out and to make him see what I’m hearing, it’s a fish that I’ve never seen before in my life.

“Y/N/N, you don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen, I’m here to protect you.” Arthur says cresting my cheek.

“Arthur I’m scared about anything in this area and I’m just scared something might happen to me with who or what is out there.” I said holding him close to me.

“That’s why I’m here to protect you, animals can understand me and I can understand them, believe me Y/N, I love you so much, I wouldn’t let a bug get near you.”

I think I’m blushing, he’s so sweet to me and he would kill anything if someone or something would try to hurt me, I love him.

“Arthur, can we kiss again? I actually feel safe with you when you do that.” I softly touch his hair.

“Anything to make my girl happy.” He smirks.

He kisses me and it felt like we were kissing for hours but it felt like it was 6 minutes. I felt things surrounding us but I kept on kissing him, I feel so safe with him.

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Kraven catches you and has his way with you.

You had tried to get away from him, but let's be honest. The dude's name was Kraven The Hunter. There was no way you were getting out of this one and escaping scot-free, but that was probably the point of it all. Kraven was probably somewhere nearby, laughing and smiling at the thought of you escaping from him.

You headed towards a clearing next to a stone platform and before you could even pass it, a trap was triggered. A bunch of ropes ensared you in their grasp as it tied up your hands and feet and bent you forward towards the platform.

After a few tries, You realized that you weren't going anywhere. That's when you heard clapping behind you and you immediately knew that it was Kraven. The sound of his boots crunched underneath leaves as he got closer to you. "Lookie what I caught. A scared little rabbit all nice and wrapped up just for me." His voice was low and husky.

"Kraven, wait! We can talk about this, right? I'm sure we can talk about this." You squirmed harder than before.

Kraven laughed. "Oh, I'm afraid the time for talking is over my friend. The only reason why you're not dead like everyone else on my list is because I have other methods of punishment...." He let that sink in as he brushed a hand over your ass. "I think you can guess what that entails."

"No! You can't." You cried.

"Oh, but I can. And you're going to love every minute of it." Kraven took out a knife and pretty soon there was a hole between your pants and your bare ass as Kraven gave your butt a firm smack and laughed when you yelped.

"K-Kraven? Please?"

"Hush now. Anymore back talk and I won't be as gentle. But I suspect you like it rough." Kraven said. He licked a stride of your entrance, and when you moaned, he buried his face in your tight virgin hole as you were soon begging and crying for more.

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he is officially trying to k word me

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baka-bakeneko · 3 months

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Take a Break - Wade Wilson

tags: video games, mini contests, sex repulsion, Sex Repulsed Wade Wilson, teasing, a litttle dry humping, serious discussion abt sex repulsion, domestic shit, cutesy PDA, consolation

wc: 2.2k

synopsis: Wade has to say something.

a/n: I originally wrote this as like a third marathon piece but one of my favorite artists (fuzzyaya on twitter) reminded me that Wade Wilson doesn't have a super high sex drive, so I ran with that instead.

You reared on Wade's lap, moving the controller up to shield his view of the television. His arms around you squeezed at your sides, shifting you out of the way while his teeth sank in your shoulder.

"Move your ass so I can beat it," Wade growled against you, pulling you back down.

You wiggled on him, distracting him with a flick of your hips. He tightened his hold on you, leaning you into him.

"Winner gets the good pillow," you taunted, leaning into Wade's view.

Wade made a noise of amusement, leaning you sideways out of view before manuevering his controller cord around you.

"Who said I have more than one? Looks like you're sleeping on my chest, kitten."

You pressed your knees into Wade's thighs, pulling yourself upright in his lap again. "You make it sound like a bad thing."

Leaning back, you pecked Wade's temple then sat up on your knees to block his view as the two hyper-colored cars entered the last lap.

"Loser buys coffee in the morning," you offered, using your nitro button at the last curve.

"I'd shake on it, but I'm about to win this--shit!" Wade boasted, ready to breeze past you with his final nitro boost, but you crossed over the finish line and the race was called.

Your character rounded the lap in cartoon cheers and confetti, the winner's title displayed on your half of the screen. Wade's character drove, head in hands defeat, displaying a full 2nd place placard.

"Nice try, baby," you comforted, sitting down on Wade's lap and dropping your controller to the living room accent table. "Make mine's an extra large iced coffee, okay?"

Wade hid a roll of his eyes, dropping his controller next to him and scooping your legs and back into his arms. "You think I reward cheaters? Nice try, yourself."

He shifted onto his knees on the couch, then stood up. You curled your arms around his neck, pointing your toes with Wade carrying you to bed.

"Cheater? You dare to mock my champion title?" You asked, dropping down onto the mattress, your hand folded to your chest in feigned offense.

Wade growled, crawling over you and meeting your lips. You held his face, your fingers tracing over the intricate burns along his ears. Your legs spread, you invited him to steady his weight over yours.

He sighed into your mouth, his face and body relaxing as his arms curled around your waist. He rolled his hips, nestling his bulge behind his briefs at the crest of your mound behind your panties.

You pulled back with a whimper, resting your forehead against his with a huff. Wade shared your breath, his chest meeting yours with a deep stretch of his back.

"I dare," Wade punctuated with a quick peck. "But I'll buy you a coffee as a consolation prize."

You scrunched your nose, puckering your lips for another kiss.

"Make sure it says 'Number One' on it," you teased, rolling your hips to rub against Wade's bulge.

He smirked, baring his top teeth with a playful sneer. "I would, but I'm a sore loser."

You feigned a pout, running your fingers down to Wade's neck. Pulling yourself up, you kissed his cheek then jaw. Wade hummed, tilted his jaw in the direction of your affection.

"Can I...say something?" Wade asked, planting his hands to your hips and putting distance between your bodies.

"Of course, baby," You said, lying back on the bed. Your fingers circled at the nape of his neck, your other hand dragging down his shoulder before finally squeezing his bicep.

Admiring him.

Wade's browline raised, his eyes softening while he stared down at you. He blushed, swallowing hard as his gaze raked down your body clothed in his sweatshirt. His chest rose and fell hard, acknowledging the hi-cut panties you were adorned in.

"I..." Wade began, bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. "don't want to have sex tonight."

Your fingers never stopped curling at the nape of Wade's neck, your other hand running down his side. "Okay, baby. That's okay."

The skin between Wade's brows scrunched, smiling in slight disbelief. He quirked, taking in your demeanor. "You sure?"

The knit of your brows couldn't be helped; tilting your head slightly at Wade, you cupped his jaw and brought him closer to you until your lips grazed his chin.

"I understand if you don't want to, Wade," you reassured, lifting to kiss his cheek, then the corner of his lips. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Wade immediately collapsed against your body, nuzzling and squeezing you close as he tucked his chin over your shoulder. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his slim shoulders and holding him tight against your chest.

"But I'm taking the pillow tonight." You teased.

Wade glanced up at you, squishing his cheek harder against your shoulder. "I'll be your little spoon."

You smiled, kissing Wade's forehead as your fingers traced down his tattered back. His skin a decorated mosaic of scars and welps, his body telling a story all on its own.

You shut your eyes for a long moment, relishing the feeling of Wade's steady weight over yours. "Can I ask you something back?"

Wade stifled a yawn, tucking his chin and shutting his eyes. "Shoot, hot stuff."

You disguised a gulp, your palm petting over your boyfriend's shoulder blade. "Has...anyone made you feel bad for saying 'no'?"

At that, you felt Wade stiffen over you. His body, once malleable and warm was now jagged and cutting. His chin moved over your chest, monitoring your shallow breaths since asking.

Still, he answered: "Uh, yeah. A few."

Your breath stopped, wondering how twisty the question must've felt in Wade's gut. You angled yourself up on your elbow, staring down at Wade positioned on your chest.

In that instant, you wanted to throw your body over his like he did you to shield whatever horrific thoughts you simmered out of him.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

Wade scoffed, effectively shutting down your apology and relaxing against you. "Like that kart racing bullshit? I'm still not over that by the way."

You tried to meet Wade's eyes, your hand finding the back of his head to get him to look at you. "Wade--"

He shut his eyes to hide from your prodding glare, sure that you would see through him. "Don't think I forgot the blue shell. You almost had me forgetting."

Then he was up and off of you, making his way off the foot of the bed and towards the bathroom. You sat up, your body chasing after his.

"Wade, please." You reached for his hand to pull him back into you, console the feelings he harbored.

He threw his hands up in feigned defeat, walking into the restroom. "Just remembered I can't share my bed with a cheater, sorry."

You sat on the edge, dangling a foot to the floor while you waited to hear Wade's movements. You stared at the comforter dangling over the edge of the bed, patiently biding your time until he returned.

Minutes passed without a sound which prompted you to stand. You tiptoed in the direction of the bathroom then leaned against the doorway when you found Wade sitting on the toilet seat., head in hands.

"Baby," you began, launching yourself away from the doorway. "I'm sorry."

You stopped before Wade, who was unmoving. No sniffles echoed from behind his hands, just silence. You swallowed and sat on the decorative toilet rug before his legs, reaching a tentative hand out to pet his knee.

He flinched slightly, but never receded from you. You pet carefully, stringently, at his kneecap then this calf. More time passed in silence between you two until he inhaled deeply and sat up.

"Do you like a man that's repulsed by sex sometimes?" Wade asked geniuinely, his eyes finally meeting yours.

They bore into you, searching inches of your mind to find an answer suitable for his question. The corners of your mouth lifted, tempted to beam a soft smile at him but refrained.

You tenderly rested your chin against his thigh, keeping his inquistive gaze met.

"I like you, Wade," you answered honestly. "And if that's how you feel sometimes, then that's how you feel. I respect it."

Wade scoffed, flashing a hint of his signature smirk before his face fell and he looked away. You saw his eyes glisten something fresh, the tempt of tears.

"You know, when I said I'd like to keep you for a whole year, I was probably exaggerating." He looked down to his clasped hands in his lap.

Wade tempted his tongue out to wet his dry lips, the very lips that kissed you so tenderly. "I want to keep you, but when it comes to sex...I-I-"

"You don't have to keep it up everyday," you said, raising your hand to rest between his open palms. "I'm not asking you to. I'd never ask you to. And I"m not going anywhere unless you ask me to leave."

Wade's bottom tried to quiver, but he sucked it in and looked at you. "I'm not kicking you out for shit. You'll be begging to leave me at the end of this."

Your heart singed at the utterance. Your hand squeezed at his, resting your cheek on his thigh. "What end?"

Wade opened his mouth to speak but clammed up the further he stared. He exhaled a shaky breath, dropping his eyes to your hand in both of his.

"I don't want you to think I'm sick of you. Or disgusted." Wade started, glancing at you. "I just..."

"Don't feel like it sometimes," you finished, nodding along to his sentiment. "I understand, babe. I do. And it's nothing to do with you."

"Don't think you wiggling on me, cheating at that game wasn't doing it for me. It does wonders for the spank bank." He reached up to tap his temple. "But that'll only be when I'm away from you."

Silence crept in again before Wade's breath shoved it away. He stood, pulling you to your feet and tenderly melded his lips to yours.

"I'm sorry, for bringing that--"

"Shush shush," Wade enunciated, folding his index finger to your lips before playfully squishing them down. "I'll race you to bed. Winner gets the pillow."

You flashed your teeth from behind his finger. "Game on."

Darting out of Wade's grasp, you breezed out of the bathroom and hopped onto the bed. Wade was close behind you, his hands ghosting out at your waist to pull you back before his body careened onto the bed directly after yours.

The two of you ended up a tangle of limbs, clawing to the head of the bed, ready to tag Wade's singular pillow in triumph.

"Wade, don't play with me right now."

"I'm playing nice, baby!"

The closer you got to the pillow, Wade would grab your hips and drag you back, causing your hoodie to ride up to your chest. Wade lunged out for the pillow, only stopped by your hands gripping agressively at his ass and yanking him back.

The two of you play-fought in a continuous wave until you called a truce to catch your breath. In the middle of the bed, you and Wade both stared at the ceiling, panting like a pair of dogs.

You glanced over at Wade, over the vast grey sea of bedsheets and started laughing. He grinned at the lilting noises that escaped you and joined in.

He reached for you first, pulling you towards him to bask in your laughter. His hand curved at your hairline then down to your jaw, admiring all big and small about you at once.

He swallowed hard, his laughter dying out the more he was drawn in by your glow, the blush from playing brightening your cheeks. Too soon.

You still tittered, meeting Wade's milky gaze and mapping the beautiful imperfect of his face while your hand drifted up and grabbed onto the pillow.

With a smile, you brought the thin pillow down on Wade's head, cackling all over again as he broke. His nose scrunched with a scoff.

"You cheated, again!" Wade jeered, pulling you in for a deep kiss that shot to your toes.

Your body froze, humming and tittering behind the work of his lips before his tongue slipped into your mouth. The moan that escaped you was unmannered, your hands bracing his waist to keep him a chaste distance from you.

When he pulled away, you tossed the pillow back up and grinned. "I didn't cheat the first time."

"That's debatable, okay? I bet if there was an instant replay, it would've shown I was in the lead."

You stuck your tongue out playfully, pinching at his side. "You wish."

The two of you remained in the center of the bed, going back and forth on your consecutive wins until Wade stifled a yawn.

You sat up, reaching for the comforter to bubble over the two of you. "When you wake up, don't forget my coffee, okay?"

Wade exhaled in acknowledgement, his eyes shutting to feign sleep. "Huh?"

#deadpool x you #deadpool x reader #comic deadpool #deadpool #wade wilson x you #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson #marvel smut

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thedevilsoftruth · 8 days

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Planet Paradise

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!reader

Summary: Khonshu gives Marc a week off duty, and you and Marc are supposed to go visit your family early in the morning... But you choose to spend your time irresponsibly.

Warning: smut, Marc is the sweetest man ever, praise, side/lazy sex, dom! Marc, unprotected ( don't try this at home ) Jed Mackay run references.

It was surely one hot, steamy night. Marc had been let off for a small break from Khonshu, and thankfully his " brother " was willing to fill in his spot while he was gone. Maybe Khonshu wouldn't agree to the way Marc was choosing to spend his time, but Khonshu wasn't there anymore to give Marc orders.

It was thursday, the middle of the week you had with Marc, and in the past six days you had been with him, he had at least fucked you four times. Of course, you had actually went out and did things together, but he also felt like he had to make up for the time he couldn't keep your bed warm for you while he was out doing his superhero bullshit. And tonight was one of those nights expect it was different. You both were supposed to be getting up around 7 to take showers and start taking a two hour drive to go see your family and have lunch with them.

Instead it was five in the morning and you had been binging star wars movies with him to remind him of his childhood, and now, were sitting in his lap with your back pressed against his chest as his lips and teeth explored the nape of your neck. You needed sleep and it was way too late, but you had a hard time resisting him. You could tell from the way he was gripping your thighs and growling, that he was planning on going rough. You didn't want too much energy from him, so you clenched your thighs, moved your neck away, and put your hand on his. he immediately relaxed and stopped moving.

" not tonight? " He asked quietly, and you could just sense the frown on his face.

" no, not that... I just... Go easier tonight? " You asked, rubbing his hand soothingly. He didn't respond for a second. He wasn't upset, he was just surprised. But you were surprised how energized he was, even this late at night. You supposed it was due to literally only being awake during the nighttime, but nonetheless, it was still pretty late and you weren't looking forward to a long bdsm session.

" yeah, sure--yeah--whatever you want, baby. " He said tiredly, laying down on his side and dragging you down with him. He pulled down his pants, and you undid your robe for him. So it looked like it was going to be one of those nights where everything you guys did was lazy. Couldn't even bother to take off your clothes, for fucks sake.

He put his hand on your thigh and raised it so it went over his leg. And then, he slowly, almost hesitantly as if he wasn't allowed to, entered you with his leaking erection. He snuck and arm over your head and grabbed your hand so you had support while he stopped moving and let you adjust yourself onto him. Once you were set, he pushed a little further, making you wince a bit, and began thrusting at a slow pace. He didn't want to start off too fast or crazy as to make sure he took his time with you and didn't hurt you. Normally he immediately went in crazy, but you appreciated how much control he was having over himself. You realized that was something he often struggled with, but you noticed how he was getting better about it.

His warm lips latched back onto your neck, and he soothingly ran his hands up and down your side as he worked himself at you leisurely. Tiny little grunts came out of you, groans out of him and you could tell that this was something he had been looking forward to all day. He was so gentle, so soft, so pleasant, and you didn't ever want to stop having him there with you.

It's was like ... paradise, when you were with him.

" Mm.. I love you, honey. " He breathed in your ear, wrapping an arm around your waist as he involuntarily became faster with his movements. Your breath hitched and your fingers tightened around his.

" I love you too, Moon Man. " You responded slightly jokingly, putting your hand on his forearm and hearing him chuckle lightly. But the light-heartedness of the conversation drifted away when his grip on you tightened and and he began pumping faster thrusts into you. Your lips parted and your eyes closed, tiny gasps and moans leaving their hidden place in your throat.

Marc inhaled your scent deeply and lightly bit the nape of your neck, kissing the spot he had bit immediately after as if he had hurt you and he was making up for it. He lowered his hand in between your thigh and brought his rough fingers to rub harsh circles around your slick clit. You could tell he worked hard because of the callouses on his fingers, which was almost a bit sad, considering he was severely overworked 24/7. You looked over your shoulder to look at him, and when he lifted his gaze to took back, his intense expression immediately softened. You welcomed him in for a kiss, and he gladly went in for it without hesitation.

His fingers circled to a part of you that immediately inflicted a jerk of your legs and a moan into his mouth. You ran the tips of your fingers all the way up to his bicep and slightly dug your fingers into his skin. His thrusts became more urgent, and so did the little circles he traced over your small bud of sensitivity. It was getting a bit hard to breathe, you you both pulled away and simply stared at each other for several minutes.

Marc changed directions on your clit, and when he did, he came into contact with a spot that sent a tiny trickle of your juices to run down his shaft. You bit your lip and threw your head back a bit. Marc couldn't help but just stare in awe at your pretty face scrunching up in pure bliss, and he almost grabbed hold of your wrists like he was about to pin you down and take complete control over you like he normally did, but he immediately stopped himself and swallowed hard.

" Baby, can you flip over so that you're facing me? Wanna see you. All of you. " He said, pulling out of you and patting your ass softly as you got off and turned to face him. He would not get his eyes off your legs as you adjusted yourself back onto him.

" there we go. So pretty. So fucking pretty. " He praised under his heavy breath, a beam of sweat rolling down his forehead as he immediately began thrashing into you, even if he said he'd go a little bit easy on you. He grabbed your hand again to give you support, but his other hand was too busy digging into the skin of your thighs as he angrily went at it. Your legs were shaking and your fingers trembling, a certain burning building up in the deepest parts of you and signaling you of your release.

" Marc im-- "

" I know, I can feel it. Just let me help with that. " He panted, pushing you down on your back so he could have more control with his movements. He promised himself he wasn't going to do it, but desire and need always got the best of him. You both stared helplessly at each other as he finished the both of you off with his harshest thrusts of the night. You slowly met your release, his coming a little bit after yours and making a further mess in your satine sheets.

" Thats.. that's my... That's my girl. " He choked, giving you a peck on the lips as he pulled out of you. You looked at him in shock, feeling a sense of nothing but relief. He lifted you up by your thighs and gave you one final kiss.

" let's go get you cleaned up, yeah? I love you, baby."

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c1nnam00n · 1 month

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how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

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daydreamvalley · 10 months

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My aesthetic? Miguel O’Hara.

Continuation of my irl Miguel reimagining

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wiinterz · 29 days

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the price of love | miguel o’hara

pairing: devil!miguel x black plus size fem!reader

genre: established relationship, smut, one-shot

warning: cursing, angst, fluff, blasphemy, corruption kink, miguel is like reallyyyy old in this cause he’s the devil, gaslighting(?), manipulation, mentions of religion (christianity), creampie, fingering, light choking, dacryphilia, overstimulation, nipple play, praise kink, cowgirl position, pet names (angel, good girl, pretty girl), bruising (f. receiving), spanish sentences & phrases

word count: 5.1k

summary: miguel o’hara the devil, the fallen angel. he roamed through earth, searching for his naive lover, one who would sacrifice everything for him. everyone told you to stay far away from him; they knew he was the devil the moment he met you, you knew it. though ever since that first encounter, miguel was obsessed, knew it was you. his angel, the pure one. you listened well, making sure to stay away from him as much as you could, yet your heart begged for him, begged for him to corrupt you.

☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: old one-shot!

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MIDNIGHT BLUE AND SPECS of white covered the atmosphere. Shaded grey, shines through your curtains. The moonlight shaped a whole, gorgeous as the night went on. Laying on your side, your hands were under your pillow as the winds picked up. The tree branches hit against your window yet it never woke you.

Your cheetah print bonnet slid off a bit, showing the top of your head as your plump brown lips gape open a little. Soft snores escaping from you. Your bedsheet was over you, but fully, it had been tucked under your arm.

Slipping into your room without racket, his looming body stares at you, on the right side of your room. His tail away, now in his human form. Yet his fangs still, glistening in the sweet moonlight. His eyes were scarlet red, keeping close attention to your subtle movements. When awoken, you were startled as a child seeing a monster under their bed.

Your eyes dart to his shadow, he smirks, emerging from the darkness. His tail appeared, swinging to the right as he walked slowly to you. “Siento el latido de tu corazón, mi ángel. Relájate, estás a salvo.” His tone was true and kind, yet it spooked you still. The devil smirks at you, his tail disappears once again, and your eyes widen.

“Miguel? W- What are you doing here?” You question, scooting up from your bed as you sit upright. Your breathing is rigid.

“Oh, mi ángel. So pretty.” Miguel smirked as he looked you over. “What? I just wanted to spend some time with you. I saw how you avoided me and I thought we could talk.” He took a step closer, his body towering over you.

“A-Avoided…I wasn’t avoiding you.” You whispered, pulling your bedsheet close to you. “You can’t be here…my parents, they’ll wake up and see you.” You continue to whisper. The moonlight dripped against his tan skin, he looked ethereal.

“Relax. I won’t hurt you, not here at least.” Miguel chuckled. His hand gently cupped your chin. “So beautiful.” The devil whispered as his eyes roamed over your face. The moonlight slightly illuminated his face. “I wanted to talk. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, even though we both know I’m not so bad.” He smiled.

Your lips plump, you tucked it against your teeth and let go. “I haven’t been avoiding you…I’ve been busy.” Lying, as you whispered. It was somewhat a lie at least.

A smirk spread across Miguel’s lips. “Busy?”

“I’ve seen you. You’ve been with no one, but you make an excuse every time I want to spend time with you.” His eyes bored into you. “But what you’re going to tell me is you’ve been too busy…being an angel and all.” He chuckled. Your breathing hitches, “Miguel…”

“Yeah, mi ángel?” Miguel raised an eyebrow, his fingers lightly caressing your cheek.

His voice, his face, his touch. They all affected you in ways you wished they hadn’t. He tilted his head, waiting for you to speak.

“You seriously can’t be here…I-I have to go somewhere later in the day anyway. I’m actually busy.” You stutter out, telling the truth.

“Sure you do, mi ángel.” Miguel scoffed a little. “You’re too busy for me, but you have some secret event you can’t wait for?” His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. Miguel could sense the truth and he wasn’t going to stop until he forced it out of you. “I’m not too busy for you…it’s just things happen.” You sigh.

“Like what? What are things you can have going on at this time that are more important than spending time with me?” Miguel questioned you.

He leaned over you, his body fully blocking out the moon and your view of the window. “I want to hear it.”

Gulping, “I-I have to work at the church, I need sleep for starters. I have friends to see. My family is planning this get-together and my parents want me to help.” You mutter, leaving out another thing. Miguel’s expression turned to one of disappointment. “Really?”

“That’s what you’ve been doing with your time?” His eyes went back to you, and his gaze drifted to your lips.

“A church girl?”

You groan, wishing he would understand but of course he wouldn’t. Why would he, and why should he?

“Miguel…seriously these things are extremely important. I also have to see my pastor soon to go over scriptures…Miguel, please.” You whine out to him.

“Church…pastors…scriptures?” Miguel repeated with contempt. “And you haven’t been avoiding me? Tell me more.” The devil’s patience was wearing thin and he didn’t care if he scared you right now. He wanted to be your only priority.

You sigh, “I…I met someone.” You mutter out. Miguel’s demeanor changed drastically. His face hardened and his grip on you loosened.

“Who?”

He was angry, not just at this unknown person, but at you too.

“Tell me who.”

You whine his name out, Miguel’s head was spinning. The very thought of you and another person made his blood boil. You were his. “Who.” He seethed out.

“H-Her name is Bonnie, she’s my age, twenty-six. Goes to the same university as me, we met at church not too long ago.” You let out, breathing heavily as you do. “What do you even see in her?” Miguel wonders in a low tone. He had to know. To find out why you chose Bonnie over him. What made her more special than him, the devil himself.

“Please don’t…” You murmured, looking away.

Miguel didn’t budge. He leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips. He had to know. “Tell me. Why do you choose her over me?”

“S-She’s not you…she’s not the devil. Miguel my family, my friends, everyone knew I even involved myself with you. I would lose everything and everyone, my life included. They can’t know, they tell me to stay away from you. Be a good lady and don’t listen to the devil’s lies. Don’t worship him, don’t even chant his name.” You tell out, letting out everything you’ve been told about the devil all your life.

Miguel went silent as you talked. His grip on your face tightened as he seemed deep in thought. You felt a chill go down your spine. The weight of Miguel’s hand was much heavier than normal.

“You listen to them?” Miguel finally asked. His face is still inches away from yours.

“Miguel…”

“Mi amor, I want you to think long and hard,” Miguel began, his voice almost a whisper. “If these people know the truth about me- the real me- would they still be your friends?” The devil sighed, his grip on your face easing. “If they knew I only wanted you and that I would never hurt you. Would they still be your friends?” He speaks in a hushed tone.

“It wouldn’t even matter, they would only see what you’re known for.” You looked away and gulped.

“And what am I known for?” Miguel asked, his hand cupping your chin once more and turning you to face him. Your eyes were glossed as you sighed. “Hurting people, making them do bad things…” “You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with sweet poison. “Your friends have taught you to be, and you want to believe it’s true.”

“N-No…no it’s not true.” You protest, his statement was somewhat true but never fully.

“Then prove it to me, my angel.” Miguel asserts, his face inches away from yours. The heat from his body was overwhelming, but the devil didn’t care about your comfort. “Tell me you don’t care for this…Bonnie. Tell me you love me.” He insists under his breath. The sound of his voice was like velvet on your skin. You breathe, “I do love you, Miguel….but I can’t be with you.”

“Why?” Miguel whispered. He didn’t shout or argue. He simply waited for your answer. Miguel’s fingers touched your face. For a moment, it seemed like he cared in a way that wasn’t selfish or cruel.

“You’re the devil, I’m a simple mortal. Compared to you, you’re basically your own god. You’ve made a name for yourself, you have people that worship you, that fear you. If I even tried half of the things you’ve done I would be killed. So I can’t be with you, I was not placed on earth to—” You choked on your words and looked away.

Miguel smirked as you choked on your words. It was a cold expression on his face now, one that lacked the softness of before. “There it is.” He chuckled. His hand caressed your cheek.

“You do fear me.”

Miguel leaned closer again, his hand tightening on your chin. “You do know who I am.”

“I-I don’t fear you.” Your body shutters, “I love you.” Two sentences, the second one true. Miguel chuckled again, his mouth only inches away from yours. “And you love me?” His breath was soft and sweet. You couldn’t tell if it was a normal breath or if it was a special one meant to affect you. The fingers of his other hand brushed against your lips.

“Yes.” You tell him quickly. “Say you need me,” Miguel speaks softly. “Tell me you need me like you need your air.” Miguel’s grip loosened on your chin, but his breath was still close to your face.

You felt like you were in a trance, and you gave in to him fully, anytime he needed you to. “I need you, need you like I need air.”

“And what about Bonnie? You don’t need her.” Miguel’s finger traced your cheek, and then your neck. “You don’t need her like you do me…”

You shake your head and whimper, “No.” You tell him softly.

“You don’t love her,” Miguel smirked again. He tilted his head, his finger running along your collarbone. “You’d choose me over her, every time, wouldn’t you?” The devil asked.

You hum and nod sheepishly, “Every time.” “And it isn’t just that, isn’t it?” Miguel’s voice dropped to a whisper, making his breath tickle against your ears. “I’m the only one you want.”

“Miguel~” You whine out, a soft plead escaping from you.

“Tell me I’m the only man you want.” Miguel whisper-demanded. “No one else. No Bonnie or your friends.” Miguel’s voice was still sweet, but you could hear slight undertones to it. His grip tightened on your jaw ever so slightly. “You only want me.”

“I only want you.” You didn’t care how wrong it was anymore, your soul was tied to the devil. Your soul was created for him, even if it wasn’t, he still made sure it was. Miguel was the cause of your life, the cause of your death, the purpose of your pleasure.

“That’s a good girl,” Miguel said with a smile. “But that’s not all, mi ángel. You can’t ignore the urge you feel to touch me, to kiss me.” Miguel leaned in until you felt his breath on your face. “Tell me you want to kiss me.”

You whimpered, “please.”

“You need to beg,” Miguel said. “Please what, mi ángel?” The devil smirked, leaning closer once more. You could feel his body against yours now and your heart was racing.

“Please Miguel, please kiss me…wanna feel your lips.” Miguel’s hands tightened on you as he leaned close, so close that your bodies were touching. You could feel how hot he was. “Are you sure?” Miguel murmurs, his eyes never leaving you. “Cause once that happens, it’s going to be very, very hard to go back.”

You whimpered and nodded, “Very.”

Miguel chuckles and before you can process it, his lips are on yours. The kiss was soft and slow…and you couldn’t resist. Miguel pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your body. “Nunca te dejaré ir, guapa,” he whispered before kissing you again.

You kissed back, resting your hand on his left cheek, slipping your tongue in. No feeling in the entire world was like Miguel’s embrace. His lips were perfect and his touch was addicting. The longer you two kissed, the more intense it got. Miguel’s grip on you only tightened with the sound of his low growl.

His body pressed closer to yours, you could feel his heat against you. You pull away and breathe heavily, “fuck I forgot how much I missed you.” You moan and your thumb runs across his lips.

Miguel’s eyes fluttered open as he took a breath. The look he gave you was filled with lust…but also something else. You could see his genuine love for you in his eyes. “You missed me?” He questioned.

“You miss me.” He smirked. “Stop, I know that look.” You tell him, you pull your thumb away from his lips.

“What look is that?” Miguel chuckled, still keeping you close. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” His grip on your chin grew gentle again. “I’m thinking of how amazing tonight is about to be,” Miguel whispered, his voice filled with a desire you hadn’t heard before.

You knew exactly what he meant, you read him like a book and so did he to you. “W-We can’t…not with my parents here.” You mutter softly.

“I can be quiet,” Miguel whispered.

His grip on you tightened again, his body pressing closer to yours, his eyes locked on you. “Tell me you want this, mi ángel.” You breathe, “I don’t know if I’ll be quiet…and I do want this.”

“Then just be quiet enough,” Miguel smirked and pulled your head back lightly. The hand on your chin slid down to your neck and his face was inches from your own once more. “You have to know by now how much I want this.” He mutters, pulling you in closer. “Please, pretty girl…let me show you how much.”

You moan softly, “Please show me, Miguel.”

Miguel’s lips pressed against yours once again and the feeling was intoxicating. You felt his hands on your waist, his grip tightening and loosening in sync with the kiss. Miguel was holding you again.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed this, my angel.” Miguel breathes out. His grip on your neck tightened once more. “You’re mine and only mine.” You whimpered at his last words and moaned softly, gripping his hair. “Need you, I worship you.”

Miguel groaned slightly. What was supposed to be a simple kiss had become something more intense.

Miguel’s hands moved from your waist, running across your body. As his touch traveled up your side, you could feel the heat spreading underneath his fingers.

“Tell me you worship me.” He groans again.

“I worship you.” You repeat, Miguel’s eyes locking with yours as you licked your lips. “Show me how much you worship me.” Miguel’s tone is soft and low. His eyes were looking at you in a way you hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t a look of desire or want, it was a look of obsession and love.

Miguel’s hands reached up your front and cupped your cheeks as he leaned closer. He was so close now and he was watching you.

Waiting.

You closed the space between both of you, his plush lips touching yours as you gripped his hair. Slipping your tongue in. His long tongue swirls around yours as you suck on it softly. You feel his hands run across your breast, cupping it as he softly rubs the nipple against the cloth of your silk green nightgown. You moaned in the kiss, letting him fall on your bed as you sat on top of him, the kiss never stopping.

Miguel was moaning and panting as the two of you kissed and kissed and kissed until you could feel your mouths go dry. The devil’s hands were on you, rubbing your back, your neck, and your breasts, you felt euphoric in his arms. He was taking care of you…and he was taking care of himself.

Miguel lay on his back, taking in the feeling of you on top of him. He moaned as he looked up at you.“Mi ángel,” Miguel whispered. “I don’t care if it’s a sin, I want to make love to you. I’m obsessed with you.”

His body was already reacting to yours and your touch. You could feel the desire in his touch as he reached up to your chest and moved his hands up your thighs and under your nightgown.

You lean your head back, his fingers trailing up to your left breast, cupping it. “Mmh~” you let out.

Miguel’s eyes fluttered, you could see how much he wanted this. How much he desired you. His caresses were intense and hot, his eyes never leaving your body. “I love you, mi ángel,” Miguel whispered. “I want every inch of you.”

You moaned, and looked back at him, your dark brown skin glowed in the moonlight. You were his angel, the angel that held no boundaries between mortality and immortality. You weren’t simply an angel, you were the goddess of beauty and pleasure, purity being your savior and enemy.

Feeling your bonnet slip, Miguel quickly pulls it back down, placing it on your eyes as he chuckles. He was being unserious for a moment. And in that moment you felt your heart skip.

You push your bonnet back up a little to stare at him. Your eyes bore into his red ones. His fangs weren’t there anymore, tan skin, glowing like yours. You love him, and not because of his title, or because he brought so much pleasure to you. You love him because at the end of the day, you saw bits and pieces of him, no one would understand. Not even you, sometimes and you were okay with that.

“Ojalá no tuviera miedo de amándote por completo.” He mutters, his smile slowly turning into nothing. There he was again, the fallen angel. Broken wings and all. Yet you fixed him up, your porcelain doll.

“Take me, Miguel. Take all of me.” You let out breathlessly, you grind against his crouch slowly.

Miguel moaned softly as you did, watching your body with desire, with need. With a smirk, he slid your nightgown off you, throwing it to the floor. His caress on your skin made your breathing quicken. “You’re so ethereal…” Miguel whimpered. “So, so ethereal….”

Your eyes glimmered with a mix of love and desire. You lean yourself closer to him as your heart rate fastens. His arms wrapped around your bare skin. Your lips drag down to his nose, his lips, then to his chin.

You place your hand on the bed, pushing your body down a bit as you moan, feeling his crouch, his long and thick length never going ignored by your pulsating pussy.

You giggle in his ears, his eyes darken in desire as he cups your left boob and suck it softly, his long tongue swirling around your nipple as you whimper and moan. Your breath hitches as you grip his hair, your eyes widening with a mix of surprise and excitement. The sound of his mouth sucking you and the sensation of Miguel’s tongue sent a surge of arousal through your body.

You gasped softly as your breasts were exposed, your nipples hardening under his touch. His eyes locked with yours as Miguel’s right index finger rubs your right nipple. Your body arching slightly into his touch.

A low moan escaped his lips as he leaned in and sucked on your other nipple, the pleasure coursing through his and your veins. Your fingers entangled in his hair, gently guiding his movements as he looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and a playful challenge.

He pulls away, a string of his saliva falling to your boob and his chin. His scarlet eyes darken with desire. “Mmh~ taste too good, my pretty girl.” He moans, still playing with your nipples, pitching it to see you twitch a little.

The devil’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation as you pulled away from his hands. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of the moment, a smoldering desire evident in his gaze.

He let out a throaty chuckle, his voice filled with a sultry edge. "Oh, mi ángel, you're just getting comfortable, aren't you?" He purred, his tone laced with a mixture of playfulness and hunger.

With a swift and fluid movement, he turns your body around, you facing your tv, and your clothed pussy sitting on top of his crouch. His hands gripped your waist, forcing you to stay put. You moaned softly, feeling his hands roam your body, tracing every contour, every curve. The sensation of his touch sent waves of pleasure to your clit.

“I love you, mmh~ this pretty ass of yours, these pretty nipples, your sweet face. Look like a fucking goddess.” His voice was soft and desperate, he’s whining under you, holding himself back from thrusting his body into you.

Little did you know, you had the devil wrapped around your fingers. His tail was held in the grip of your hands as you toyed with his mind. You were his and he was yours, nothing named destiny could change that.

He whimpers under you, repeating your name like a spell. “Come on baby, come on, take my boxers off, please baby.” He begs, you’re not used to that but you listen like his good little angel.

Your eyes sparkle in amusement a smirk appearing on your lips as you listen to his pleas. You could feel the intensity of his need, the raw desire to have you, corrupting you to be his only.

You hover over him, pulling his boxers off as his pre-cum spills out to his nuts, he’s whimpering still, legs widening beneath you. You smile to yourself, turning back around as you look at his dick and then back at him. He’s a blushing mess and doesn’t realize, his fangs popping out, yet he wouldn’t cause any damage to you…yet.

Though there was a quick glint in his eyes that only the moonlight could catch. With a sudden motion, he slips his hands between your thighs, his fingers immediately finding your clit. He begins to rub it softly at first as your head leans back, low moans leaving your lips.

“You like that, pretty girl? Hmm, yeah, bet you do.” He murmurs, biting his bottom lip, looking at your, pretty brown nips. You moan a little louder, grinding yourself against his fingers for more.

He leaned in closer, his voice in a seductive purr. "Oh, angel, such impatience," he teased, his words dripping with playful arousal. "But don't worry, I'm more than happy to oblige."

Gradually increasing the pressure and speed, his touch is expertly attuned to your desires. As Miguel’s fingers danced over your sensitive nub, he watched your reactions, reveling in the way your body responded to his touch. He could feel your arousal building, your moans filling the air, driving his desire to new heights.

"Is that what you wanted, pretty girl?" He whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Do you want me to make you cum, to push you over the edge?"

You continue to grind against his fingers, playing with your left breast, squeezing and pitching it as you nod, becoming breathless. “Shitt…just like that…ohhh.”

The devil’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he felt you grinding against his fingers, your moans of pleasure echoing in his ears. He continued to stimulate your clit, her fingers expertly gliding and rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his tone deep and breathless. "You like it when I touch you like this, don't you? When I make you feel so good." He increased the pressure and speed of his movements, matching the rhythm of your grinding. His touch became more insistent, aiming to push you closer to the edge of pleasure.

"Cum for me, baby," he begs softly, his voice laced with a seductive command. "Let go and surrender to the pleasure. I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

“Fuck…fuck~ oh fuck me!” You whisper-shout, eyes shutting as you feel yourself so close. “Ple-please, please please~ fuck.” You moan out, you were a mess and he loved it.

Miguel’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he felt your desperate plea for more. Your words fueled his fucked up desires, and he was more than happy to oblige. He continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you, maintaining the relentless pace. Each movement sent waves of pleasure roaring through your body, igniting every nerve ending.

His tone was sultry as he responded, "Oh, mi ángel, I have no intention of stopping. I want to feel you unravel in my hands, to make you scream with pleasure."

As his fingers explored the depths of your wetness, he seized your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual dance. Their movements mirrored the rhythm of his thrusts, intensifying the pleasure through you.

He could feel your body tensing, the coil of pleasure building within you. With each thrust, he pushed you deep to the edge, ready to witness your release and revel in the ecstasy that awaited both of you.

You finally came all over his fingers and legs, moaning loudly. “Sh— ohhh~”

His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and delight as you reached the pinnacle of pleasure, your orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy. He felt your release coating his fingers, the evidence of your cum glistening in the dim light.

A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched you, your moans of pleasure echoing through the air. He relished in the sight and sound of your uninhibited bliss, reveling in the power he held over your desires.

"Such a good girl," he moans. "You came so beautifully for me." He slowly withdrew his fingers, savoring the sensation of your release on his skin. As he brought them to his lips, he licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours, a playful spark dancing within them.

"Tienes que ser el ángel más bonito que he visto en mi vida." He lets, your breathing slowly down as you look at him. His finger raises to your face, caressing your bottom lip. “Siempre estoy dedicado a ti.”

You had an urge to cry, you knew he meant every word he spoke to you. This moment of intimacy wasn’t easy for the both of you, he knew that you would never fully belong to him. He knew that that’s why he chased after you each time because you still gave away your love to him and he selfishly took it. Yet, in the end, you love Miguel, support and take care of him, and trusted him.

A part of you had been scared of him, he was right, you were terrified of what he could do. What he would do if you ever stopped loving him? So in moments like this, you weren’t sure if it was out of manipulation or truthfulness spilling out of you both.

Either way, you would do it a million times again to get a superficial love, at least you knew he cared in ways you could never imagine.

Miguel holds you, rubbing your face, pulling your chin, his face inches away from yours. He smiles at you, his lips attached to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth as you suck it. The both of you pull away, staring in awe at each other.

"You're mine, remember that," Miguel's voice was low and commanding. "No one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to taste you like this. Only me."

You look at him, desire filling your eyes as you have tears running down your cheek. “Please.” You whimper. Miguel's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, seeing the desire and vulnerability there. He wiped away the tears from your cheek with his thumb, his touch gentle despite his typically rough demeanor.

"Please what, mi amor?" he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of concern and possessiveness. "Tell me what you want, exactly."

He knew he could be intense, overpowering even, but he also cared deeply for you and wanted to ensure your needs were met. His dominant nature didn't diminish his capacity for tenderness, especially when it came to you.

“Want to feel all of you…please?”

Miguel's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and possessiveness as he heard your plea. He could feel his arousal building, but he wanted to take his time, to savor every moment.

A wicked grin curved his lips as he shifted on the couch, his hand reaching out to trail his fingers lightly along the curve of your thigh. His touch was teasing, barely grazing your skin, as he exerted his control over you.

"You want me to touch you, querida?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Then beg for it. Beg for my touch." He loved seeing you like this, vulnerable and desperate for his attention. It fueled his dominant nature, making him even more possessive.

But despite his words, he knew he couldn't deny you for too long. His desire was growing too strong.

“Please touch me, Miguel…wanna have your dick all in me, wanna feel your lips and fingers…please.” You whine, pouting at him.

Miguel's eyes narrowed as he watched you pout, a mixture of devotion and appreciation flickering across his features. He couldn't resist your plea any longer, not when you looked at him like that.

He swiftly moved his hand to your core, his fingers finding their way between your folds. He teased your entrance, making you ache for more, before slowly sliding a finger inside you. He relished in the way your body reacted, the way you clenched around him. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You're mine, and I'm going to make you feel it."

With his free hand, he rubbed his throbbing dick. Without hesitation, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust into you, filling you completely. His movements were rough, and possessive, as he claimed you as his own.

"You're mine, now and forever," he growled, his eyes locked with yours. "And I'm going to fuck you exactly the way I want."

His thrusts became faster and more forceful, each one pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of your moans mixed with his grunts filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

At that moment, there was no one else but the two of you. The world faded away, leaving only the raw intensity of your connection.

You were a moaning mess, holding onto Miguel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop baby, right there.”You moan as Miguel’s hand snakes up to your throat, gripping it.

Miguel's lips curled into a wicked grin as he heard your desperate pleas. He reveled in the power he held over you, in the way you surrendered to him completely.

He shifted his position, his hand firmly gripping your left leg and pushing it up, exposing more of your wet heat to his relentless thrusts. The change in angle sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan unabashedly. "Is that what you want, mi ángel?" he taunted, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and satisfaction. "You want me to fuck you relentlessly? To claim every inch of you?"

He didn't wait for an answer, knowing that your body spoke louder than words. His thrusts intensified, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

Miguel's grip on your throat tightened, his movements becoming more primal. He was close, so close to losing himself in the ecstasy of release. But he wanted to take you with him.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice husky and commanding. "Give me everything you've got."

And with that, he plunged into you with one final, powerful thrust, pushing you over the edge. The world around you blurred as pleasure washed over you, your body convulsing in the throes of an intense orgasm. Miguel followed suit, his release flooding through him as he emptied himself inside you, marking you as his.

As the waves of pleasure receded, you collapsed on top of him, his breathing heavy. He pulled you close, his arms enveloping you in a possessive embrace.

"You're mine, always," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that was reserved for you alone. "And I'll always take care of you, no matter what." He whispered, releasing your body and pulling your face close for a heated kiss.

Miguel wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. He could feel the exhaustion in your body, the aftermath of the intense pleasure you had just experienced together. His possessive nature softened as he felt the weight of your words.

"Mi ángel," he whispered, his voice filled with a rare tenderness. "I'll always protect you, take care of you, and love you." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers trailing soothingly along your back. In that moment, there was no need for dominance or possessiveness. It was just the two of you, connected in a bond that went beyond physical desire.

As you rested against him, he held you close, cherishing the intimacy and the love that flowed between you. And in the quiet moments that followed, he silently vowed to always be there for you, to be the person you could rely on, both as Miguel O'Hara and as The Devil.

As moments, blissful and sweet, you felt his body pull away from you, leaving your warm bed. Miguel placed his clothes back up, shaping in his original form, his long tail wrapping around his left leg as he stared down at you.

You turn to your closed door hearing footsteps make their way to you. Hearing a knock on the door your father's voice speaks up, forcing you out of your desired reality. “You okay in there? Can I come in?” He questions, and you yell yes, pulling your sheets up to you as you lay your head on your pillow.

You turn your head to the left, not seeing Miguel anymore, just your window halfway opened as the tree branches hit against it, and the wind coming into your room a bit.

He was gone in a blink, his lips still ghosting upon your ebony skin, as you controlled your breathing. You stared up at your parents who watched you in concern and confusion. He would be back, you knew it, you genuinely felt it as if he created a ritual to feel him. You became his Lilith, and he would use you repeatedly, till you lost your sense of mortality. Till you became his eternally.

You lay in regret realizing, you signed your soul to the devil. What scared you the most is you loved it.

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