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sugoscurry · 2 months
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[Comm] Pomegranate Seed
Commissioned by: [Anonymous]
Word Count: 2406
Pairing: Idia Shroud/F!MC
Warnings: SPICE [R-18], manipulation
Notes: This was meant to be posted MUCH sooner, but I wrote three drafts and was not satisfied with any of them, so I wrote a fourth, took my finals, got the flu and this is what came out of it. ADDITIONALLY, this takes place some years after Idia's overblot.
After everything, the prefect came to Idia’s parents like a saint. Dealing with the blot phantoms and helping Idia sweep up the whole mess with his overblot under the rug. Idia believes that she was what legends are born from. It was not the first time she has dealt with an overblot, and being a magicless human, it was impressive having dealt with so many. He was quite certain that, like the stories his parents told him, she would ascend and earn her place among the gods.
Idia has love reserved and much of it. He loved his brother to delusion, to insanity, to overblot, to near-death. He was doing this again, but to a goddess? It was worship. He worshipped idols, but he had never fallen so hard for a person that perceived him in return. The prefect of Ramshackle was a tangible dream, one that his parents had already approved the wedding of.
The little requests she made for a little more access to S.T.Y.X’s interface were granted, as a little bit of control over the Shroud family’s proud work could not hurt. Access to interact with certain personnel, bits and pieces of what is meant to be classified information leaked onto a magicless human that was not even of this world. What was the harm?
Idia assumed it was fair to impart some knowledge of overblots that his family’s organization has safeguarded for generations to someone who has personally dealt with six of them. Six is quite an unlucky streak, and for her sake, she would need to know more if this streak were to continue. Her familiar, Grim, was also a specimen to keep close supervision due to his outbursts in the past. With the right knowledge, the prefect was an excellent addition to the team. Despite not having any magic whatsoever, she seemed to have an eye for potential overblots with simulated specimens or real.
At first, it seemed doing work for S.T.Y.X was all she wanted to do especially after her reunion with Grim. She avoided any downtime Idia suggested, and continued to stick her nose back in apparatus, but it was what Idia fell for in the first place. It was much like him when he lost Ortho. Working day and night, pouring all his allowances into custom parts to make the perfect recreation of his brother, but this was different, too. She was preventing a specific event.
Maybe it was because she was doing something he could not with such passion he lacked for his family’s line of work that he viewed her as a divine being. As someone to be worshipped. And for the Prefect, she did not mind, allowing his worship to translate into more access to S.T.Y.X, and more control over more Charons. With this, questions of her safety were things of the past, Headmaster Crowley did not need to tell her what to do anymore. If anything, Crowley was more afraid of more questioning.
Idia’s parents relished the idea of Idia actually finding someone to love and carry on the family’s work. Sure they did not share the same interests, but the passion was still there. Though Idia is meant to take on the role of the next chairperson of S.T.Y.X, his parents knew that the organization would be carried by someone who supported him, whether he wanted to or not. His family was cursed to this line of work, and surely there would always be someone who would dutifully carry it on. Plus, they wanted grandchildren.
A small ceremony was held with only a scant few present to witness the event. Idia could not shake the apprehension from his body despite being aware of everything that was planned. But it was never in his plans to get married, but his parents insisted and Idia did not mind the arrangement. Despite this, he knows he will never be able to shut up in the groupchat about how he got married before anyone else did. He gets bragging rights for a whole month, or until one of his online friends decides to get hitched.
Even after the ceremony and banquet, he could not shake the feeling that, from the moment the prefect stepped into his life to the moment they were married, this whole thing was going too smoothly. Idia was no fool, however, he could sense that his bride’s heart was not entirely present for the event despite how significant this day was for both of their lives. It was the start of a new chapter, but the bride found the whole endeavor transactional rather than sentimental.
It was up until Idia and his partner had to consummate their marriage that he had to ask the burning question he has had for months. She was already straddled on his lap, taking the lead as Idia lays disheveled on their marital bed.
“Time out, time out!” Idia gestures to the woman on top of him. The tips of his hair fail to hide his embarrassment.
“Don’t you want to get this over with, Idy?” She asks, confused as to why she had to stop.
Idy. It was the name Ortho gave him before. Hearing such a familiar name from someone so beautiful was sure to disorient Idia and make him forget what he was going to say, but Idia pinches himself back to reality.
“A-Are you sure you want to do this? Not just this,” Idia is certain of the words that come next. “Marrying me, I mean. This isn’t something you can easily get out of.”
The words catch the woman off guard. She’s half naked in her lingerie, ready to finish what she started, yet she slides off Idia’s lap once faced with the question. She plops down to sit on the edge of the bed with a little bounce. Idia sits up from his lying position and an awkward space separates them, making them acquaintances again rather than husband and wife. The woman stares blankly ahead at the mirror on the vanity across from her. Idia tries to read her expression, but there is nothing to show that she is upset or even happy.
Her sigh breaks the silence. “I wasn’t sure at first.”
“Do you even like me?” Idia questions. “There’s still time to back out.”
“But I don’t want to.”
Idia is mildly confused as to why she would want to be bound to him forever. Everyone who knows about the burden his family carries, so why would she care enough to shoulder that burden too? Right then her face contorts into a complicated frown, one that reads ‘I have to do this’. It is a look Idia understands well.
She reminds Idia that she is not from this world, that her world is much different, yet it is hopeless that she will return to that world. In this world, she is powerless, and all she has is Crowley who acted as her guardian and Grim who was her companion through it all. Even so, there is so little she can do without magic, when this very world runs on it. S.T.Y.X was different, since it did not necessarily need magic to conduct its research. She was tired of being useless in the face of overblots. She wanted something for herself. She was a firm believer in her own destiny, and Idia could say the same about himself.
“You could have just stayed and worked for S.T.Y.X,” Idia explains “it’s not like you wouldn’t be promoted just as easily.”
“That’s the thing,” she looks to the side, avoiding Idia’s eyes. “I didn’t… expect to start liking you.”
Idia has always admired the prefect from the moment she entered his life. Worshiped her for saving him, when she herself did not do much on her own. Something about her was worth hanging onto, despite her never looking his way— until recently, that is.
Her expression is stern. “Idia, do you love me?”
She was having him repeat his vows all over again.
“Yes, I’d jump into Tartarus if you asked.”
“Then that’s all I need to stay.”
Her expression fades into something softer. Idia does not know when the gap between them closed, but she must have moved closer on her own. Her lips are soft when they meet his, and Idia is back to being flustered and visibly pink. Idia is pushed back down to the bed again as his lover never pulls away even for a second as she straddles his hips. Technically, Idia should be the one taking the lead because that was usually how his dating sims went, but he was far too nervous to even initiate a kiss in a real life situation.
“Idy, you’ve waited far too long to get laid,” she chuckles when she pulls away. “Let’s get started this time, shall we?”
“Jeez, you make me sound like some pathetic virgin.” Idia covers his face from embarrassment, muffling some of his words.
“What do you mean? You’re not? We’ve never gone beyond heavy petting before this, Idy.”
Idia’s breath hitches in his throat when his lover’s hand skillfully maneuvers past the zipper and button of his trousers to push down his underwear. She has done this several times before, just to get the sexual frustration out between them, but it was hardly anything romantic, up until now. He was rock hard in her hand, and Idia could not help but try to hide from the embarrassment. Gods, he loved her so much.
Many powerful men have fallen prey to beautiful and cunning women. It was not very hard, especially when she literally held his manhood in her hands. Idia’s fate was in his wife’s hands, but he did not particularly mind. She stroked him gently, grinning at his desperate reactions to her torturously slow touch. He begged and whined, but eventually the game became boring. This was not another one of their heavy petting sessions. She halted her actions and Idia stared as she began sliding off the white thong off her hips, kicking it aside to a far corner of the room once it fell to her ankles.
“You don’t want me to prepare you?” Idia asked, surprisingly unashamed of the question. He was concerned for her comfort. “I can’t really be that small.”
“You’re not, but I’ve waited too long to do this Idia. I’ll be fine.” She coaxes him as she straddles his lap.
She positions his hard, weeping cock against her hole. She takes a deep breath as the tip enters her slowly and Idia throws his head back at the warmth beginning to engulf his length. She lowered herself slowly, biting her lip as the stretch stung deliciously. Maybe she should have opted for more foreplay, but even the pain felt good after years of staying relatively pure.
Idia, through his deep breaths, checked to see if she was alright. Her eyes were shut, her breath was shallow, and she leaned her weight against her arms that were holding her up. He did warn that he was not small, but if he was any bigger he would have been more insistent to at least finger her first.
She clenches her teeth. “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t say it. I’m fine.” She takes a deep breath. “I promise.”
She straightens her back and positions her hands in front of her, placing them on Idia’s chest as she begins a slow rhythm bouncing herself on his lap. The pain of the stretch is slowly ebbing away almost in response to Idia’s hands stroking her hips. Soft gasps and moans can be heard from both of them as the rhythm of their movements begin to pick up speed. The wet sounds of skin against skin bounce off the walls along with their voices, dripping with ecstasy, swearing to never stray from each other.
By now Idia’s impatience has caused him to buck his hips to meet her thrusts, chasing the pleasurable high that is building up in his core. Her thrusts are beginning to lose their rhythm, and Idia responds to this by taking her by her waist and tossing her onto her back. He pulls out briefly, but his cock returns inside of her just as quick right after he jerks her legs onto his hips.
Their lips, wet with sweat and saliva meet with the proximity of their faces. Again, she was more experienced with kissing, being the one to teach him as his tongue follows hers. He will admit, he has never kissed anyone but his body pillows, but that only teaches him so much. She was a far greater teacher than any dating sim out in the market. Nothing beats a real-life experience. He is sure to test many other things with her, if she is willing to participate. None of which he should bring up now.
The new position makes them closer than before, with more skin against skin. They could feel the heat radiating off of each other, pulling them closer and closer. He could tell she was close just from the spasm of her hole around his cock, and he too was also nearing his limit. In a moment of clarity, he was able to perceive the moment. The close warmth of another soul, heavy breaths, flushed skin, her hands reaching for him and him alone. None of this was ever thought to be possible in his mind not too long ago. He should scold himself for being so close-minded. The person before him now shares his life, from now until forever.
Her hair clung to her forehead, her eyes watery and her arms wrapped around Idia’s neck she whispered, “I love you.”
The words alone were enough to send Idia over the edge, slamming his hips against hers as he legs locked around his waist. She felt warmth within as Idia finished inside of her, leaving kisses to her neck as he rode his high. Her hands stroke Idia’s head, her pants slowing as her breaths begin to even out. Her legs relax and she presses a soft kiss to Idia’s temple.
Her eyelids begin to feel heavy as sleep creeps into her mind. “Idy?”
“Yeah?” Idia shifts his head so their eyes could meet.
“Could you get off of me? You’re kinda heavy.”
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Feelings Thawed
Character; Cater Diamond
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)
Word Count; 650+
Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
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The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.
“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.
Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 
He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.
You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.
He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.
Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”
Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”
You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”
Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.
“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 
The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.
You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”
Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 
It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.
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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
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improbable-outset · 6 months
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📂 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞
𝐀/𝐍: So I got bored at work and done this. Some of these head cannons might contradict to the current fics I’ve written but who cares, this is fan FICTION. I did try to add both genitals here… but I’m used to writing fem reader when I write for Miguel so there’s heavy emphasis on AFAB reader.
𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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📄 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
I see a lot of people writing him as very attentive and soft when it comes to stuff like aftercare which is totally okay. But I like to put a little bit of angst in my writing and personally, I think these tender moments won't come naturally from him. Not yet.
This man has a lot of baggage and is fully aware of it. He lost his daughter and is living a post-tragedy. It’ll take some time to get used to being emotionally vulnerable with someone again, including giving aftercare.
The first few times you did it together, he’s still clueless about how to take care of things. At most, he'll probably hand you his shirt to keep you warm and give you some wet wipes to clean yourself up. You’re going to have to be patient with him since he is a little rusty and trying to relearn these intimate gestures. If you communicate your needs, he’ll do his best to fulfill them.
Tell him you want to shower together and clean each other off, cuddle with him, tell him to stay with you because he makes you feel safe. Sooner than you might expect, he'll be all over you when it comes to you and being attentive to your needs and desires.
📄 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Miguel really loves his arms and how big they are. Pretty sure I can recall him carrying an anomaly with one hand before dashing it through the portal. I could be wrong… Of course he’ll take advantage of his strength and that means picking your up with ease whether it’s over his shoulders to spank you, or bridal style to bed if he’s feeling extra romantic.
I see him as a thigh guy when it comes to his partner. He just loves feeling your thighs, whether he’s kissing you passionately with you laid beneath him, or would grasp onto them while going down on you and feeling how your legs tense around him as you fall apart.
If you’re a woman, he will delve into your breasts the second you take your top off for him. Whether you're small or heavy chested, he’ll adore it all the same. Especially when you’re lactating…especially when you’re lactating. Be prepared for him to gently suck on them, maybe even leave some bite marks.
📄 𝐂𝐮𝐦.𝐝𝐨𝐜
A man with his size, he comes a lot, and that's just from one orgasm. That being said, you can imagine how intense it can be when you suck him off and he comes inside of your mouth. It can get messy, very messy, and he can fill your mouth faster than you can anticipate so be prepared.
He likes to watch his cum leaking from your hole after stuffing you with his load. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that he’s capable of doing that to you. He’ll even give you kisses and praise you for taking all of him so well in the end.
On occasion, he does like to spray his cum over your chest and stomach. Though he’d prefer to do it inside so it’s less of a mess to clean up after.
Also might I add, I saw someone had a head cannon that his cum comes out as cobwebs/has a cobweb texture. That might spark some inspiration for future fics… we’ll see.
📄 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
I don’t know what it is, but I have a feeling he’d probably jerk off to you pre-relationship. He didn’t know at the time what made you so enticing that he pleasured himself while thinking of you. Maybe it was the way you moved, the way you carried yourself and how smooth you were with everything.
It makes him feel absolutely filthy even thinking back to it, that he allowed himself to think of you in that way. But after a while, he just couldn’t get his mind off of you and reluctantly, he found himself doing it again.
He’s never admitted it to you though and would probably take it to his grave. He doesn’t want to creep you out or think of him as a perv, even after doing it with you several times.
He secretly wants you to use a butt plug on him too or call him a good boy but his pride will never let him admit to it.
📄 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Given the fact that Miguel is canonically a cheater, I think it’s safe to say that he has had his fair share of experiences lmao.
I haven’t read the comics but I can see him as the type to fuck around in his late teen years since he was a little rebellious according to the wiki page and supposedly cocky in bed too.
Most of them were probably nothing serious anyways.
If you have no experience and he’s your first, he’ll be as slow and gentle as he can, constantly reassuring you that you’re doing well ect.
📄 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Missionary: The classic I’d call it. I think it is obvious that this is one of his favourite positions to do with you: he can see your face and most importantly eye contact. It’s easier to feel your body too, gripping onto your waist and maybe steal a quick kiss in between before he continues to fuck you senseless.
Mating press: Same reasons as doing missionary but he can push himself deeper inside of you with your legs resting on his shoulders with better leverage. He likes to see your legs go limp on his shoulders after he comes inside of you and pulls out.
Doggy style: He loves giving you back shots. What more is there to say? He loves the feeling of your ass against his crotch and he has easier access to your hair to tug from time to time.
Prone bone: Same as doggy style in addition to seeing you bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. It’s more comfortable laying down on the bed on both of your parts too.
Lotus: On occasions when the mood is more sensual and romantic than usual and he wants to feel more connected with you, he’d stick to the lotus position. He might just want to do it after a rough day, and feeling your embrace without being on top of you will definitely lift his mood.
📄 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜
You’re probably going to have to initiate anything remotely unserious during sex if I’m going to be honest. Just like the intimate gestures, it won’t come naturally to him.
Not saying that this man is stone cold, we’ve all seen how he smiled with his daughter and how she was smearing her ice cream on his face in the movie. I think he does have a funny bone deep in his body somewhere under the stoic demeanour. It’ll only take the right person to bring it out. And bear in mind, he doesn’t trust openly.
Maybe chuckling softly before he dips himself to kiss your neck and hearing you whine for more. He might throw a lighthearted witty remark to throw you off. Your reaction amuses him. A lot. Shock, what has he done to you? Definitely see him as a tease but we’ll get to that in a bit.
📄 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫.𝐝𝐨𝐜
He chooses to keep himself trimmed but with his heroic duties and leading the Spider Society, it’s hard to keep up with his shaving routine
Though, you did mention how you liked his hair brush against your ass when he’s fucking you from behind, so there’s that…
📄 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Something that will take time as mentioned earlier. After the loss of his daughter and monitoring the multiverse, he’s had a hard time emotionally connecting with people. Most of the time it’s cause of him shutting everyone out.
Once his emotional barriers have cleared with you, he’ll become more open with his affection especially in bed. He’ll praise you and mumble a few ‘te amo mucho’ while kissing you everywhere and learning every crevice of your body.
📄 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Not as often now that he has you other than watching tapes of you. We’ll get to that in a bit.
But even before you got together, he never had the time to pleasure himself.
Whenever he does come around to do it, it’ll be from the stress and pressure he faces everyday. But he hates the mess he’ll have to clean up after, and there is a lot of mess.
📄 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Breeding kink: I think the majority of Miguel fans agree that he has a breeding kink. Whether you can carry a child or not, he will stuff you as he climaxes. If you do get knocked up and you start to show, he’ll be all over you, reliving the moment of the baby’s conception again and again while kissing all over your swollen stomach. Yes, he misses his fatherhood days and wants to try again with you.
Lactation kink: Just as we discussed earlier, he loves seeing you lactate. It’s one of the things he admires about how your body changes as you carry and grow his child. Catch him suckling on your breast midway as he kisses all over your body.
Bondage (with his webbing): It comes to no surprise that Miguel will use his enhanced abilities and powers to his advantage in bed. That being said, he will use his webbing to limit your ability to move. He might start off with webbing your hands together or maybe tying both wrists to the bedpost, depending on where you do it. It’s amusing to him watching you squirm from his touches while being tied up.
Sensory deprivation: According to cannon, he has enhanced vision and can see in complete darkness, since he doesn’t have Spider Senses, and he will be using that in bed with you. Maybe when you least expect it. He likes fucking you in the dark and watching your reaction while you, on the other hand, lay still in anticipation and react to his different touches. This also might awaken his interest in fear play with you but he won’t discuss that with you unless you're 100% comfortable.
📄 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Your shared bedroom is his safe place where he can let loose and lose himself in his desires with you.
He likes doing it in the kitchen. He doesn’t know why it excites him, but seeing you in the middle of either cleaning or cooking and watching how your hips sway with each movement, he can’t help but grab your waist and pull you closer so you can feel his hard on from behind.
On occasions when it is just the two of you in HQ, he’ll probably sneak in a quick fuck with you before a anyone comes in after their mission task and report to him, and he’ll act like nothing just happened between the two of you.
📄 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜
One of Miguel’s main motivations is watching you play with Mayday or just handling babies in general. It instantly kicks the breeding kink and baby fever on overdrive and he will take you to bed the minute you arrive home.
Another motivation, as mentioned earlier, is watching the way your body sways gracefully as you complete your domestic tasks. It’s even more enticing when you’re completely oblivious to how sensual you are in his eyes. You’ll be the death of him and you don’t even know it.
📄 𝐍𝐎.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Being called ‘master’ in bed. Though he does like being in control and taking the lead, being called that, especially by his romantic partner, is uncomfortable for him. Having said that, he wouldn’t mind being called ‘sir’ from time to time, especially if you were to use that sultry voice on him. It makes him weak in the knees everytime.
Collars and leashes are a big no too, it hurts his pride being used on him, and seeing it on his partner is…unsettling.
He refrains from using his venom on you too. It was you who initiated the idea but he refused. Physically, the furthest he’ll go is tying you up.
He tries to avoid shower sex, but if you coax him and rile him up enough, he might give in. Just try not to over do it otherwise he’ll stop doing it all together.
📄 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Miguel is fully aware how big he is so he wouldn’t expect his you to suck him off if you can’t handle it. But when you do, he’ll be driven up the walls. He loves watching his cock disappear inch by inch and fully engulfed into your pretty mouth.
He watches how your perky lips wrap around his length before you start moving. He’d have to hold back, using every fibre in effort to not grab your hair and start fucking your throat straight. The last thing he wants is for you to gag or chock midway.
He loves giving it to you though. He can’t get enough of how your legs enclose around him as he delves into your sex. He finds it amusing how you would buck your hips up for more friction especially when you whine for more, only for him to grip your sides and hold you down.
📄 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Depending on the mood. He’ll be slow and sensual if you want to take your time especially after a long, rough day at HQ and all he wants to do is unwind and make love with you and just pour all of his affection and appreciation in one night.
If you’ve teased him, giving him hints and the ‘fuck me’ eyes throughout the whole day, be prepared because he will not hold back. Since he does have a high stamina, not just in combat but in bed, he’ll rut for hours— and in different positions too.
I mean, you brought this upon yourself so you have to deal with the consequences. Should’ve seen it coming querida, hm?
Sometimes there’s room for both if you have more time together.
📄 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Definitely would want quick fucks in the morning before he starts his day, especially knowing that the fate of the whole multiverse is dependent on him as he always says to you.
He will be away from you the whole day and expect to be under a lot of pressure and withhold that responsibility, so a quick release inside of you will boost his morning before he has to get out of bed.
📄 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤.𝐝𝐨𝐜
He’s usually pretty sensible when it comes to having sex in a private space like your bedroom but for some reason, being with you awoken something in him. Maybe it was the way you were a tease.
He never thought he’d be fucking you in the middle of the day while on duty. He reluctantly let you suck him off while he was overseeing the multiverse once. He was stressing out and you insisted on assisting him relief some of that pent up frustration.
📄 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚.𝐝𝐨𝐜
I don’t think I need to go into full detail here. We all know this man has superhuman stamina. His body releases less fatigue toxins than an ordinary human so he will use that in bed with you.
If you don’t have the same level of energy as him, he wouldn’t mind either taking a break or stopping all together. He’s aware that his high stamina is because of his DNA that not everyone can keep up with.
📄 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Other than the butt plug I mentioned earlier, Miguel doesn’t seem to see the use in toys. He’d rather do the work with his hands and his dick. Furthermore, he can always use his powers and enhanced abilities in bed too.
He does use a vibrator with you from time to time just to edge you a little.
📄 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫.𝐝𝐨𝐜
In time, when Miguel gets in the swing of things he will tease you, especially knowing how bad you want him (and vice versa). Whether it’s hearing you beg him to touch you or to reach your orgasm, Miguel will tease you when he’s in the right mood for it (or when you’re being punished).
Orgasm denial will happen often so don’t think he’ll let you come that easily. He secretly wants you to do the same to him too but, again, his pride will never let him admit to it. Give it time. Trust me.
It’s been a while since he had a connection like this with anyone and having someone want him this much will do things to him.
If he is planning on getting you knocked up, all the teasing goes out the window. He will please you all he can and prepare you before he spills his seeds in you, in hopes of you getting pregnant.
📄 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
I can’t imagine him being the type to be loud in bed but I can definitely see him being vocal, especially when it comes to praising you or coaxing you to come. Sometimes you just can’t control your mouth in the spur of the moment.
He might groan and grunt from time to time when he’s focusing on reaching his climax or when he’s trying to hold back.
And those who want to hear him whimper….maybe try and top him and see how that’ll end up.
📄 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Been waiting to get to this! He gets off watching holograms sex tapes of you either pleasing yourself or squirting/ejaculating.
He’s able to watch from every angle and will rewatch it again and again until he’s finally alone with you and can see you come in person from his touches.
📄 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜
We’ve all seen the fandom talking about Miguel fingers being 11 inches. Someone said that his hand is bigger than an A4 piece of paper (Don’t take my word for it lmao)
So it’ll only make sense if he’s dick is big too, same size as his fingers I’d say, maybe an inch or two smaller, because holy fuck he’d split you in half with just his dick!
Pretty girthy too so he’ll rub on every crevice of your silky walls, giving the best friction.
📄 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐝𝐨𝐜
It makes sense that Miguel has a high sex drive especially with his pent up stress. He would take it out on you in bed after a long day and grin as you beg for more.
He wouldn’t initiate anything for a while until he’s properly settled with you and once he’s comfortable enough, he’ll pull you towards him in the most unexpected moments.
📄 𝐙𝐳𝐳.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Miguel’s suffering from insomnia is one of my head cannons, so don’t expect him to drift off immediately after sex anytime soon. He battles haunting nightmares of the multiverse collapsing one day and sometimes his brain replays the image of his daughter fading away in his arms over and over again.
But eventually they do begin to relent. Listening to your steady breathing as you sleep, nestling in his arms or on his chest really helps calm his nerves.
Cum.doc please 😭
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eloquent-edits · 2 months
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🗡️ “I’m all for platonic intimacy but this…?”
the subtext of romance is really peeking through 🗡️ friends to lovers scenarios
Person A going to person B’s house to watch a movie but getting looped into playing drunk card games with B and their parents
Working out together and A insisting on spotting B and adjusting their form
B playfully poking A in public and promptly getting tackled
B patting A’s cheek only to accidentally linger as they notice how the light catches in A’s eyes (A is DESPERATELY trying to not blush)
“Here’s the garage code.” “… Why am I receiving this information?” “You’re already over here a lot. My parents think it’s better than a key.”
Forced close proximity at a LAN party because there’s not much room at the table (and A’s arm keeps brushing against B’s, messing up their aim, but if anything the space between them decreases as the night goes on)
The “Oh, is B coming too?” to “A kidnapped me to come here and hang out” pipeline
Going from quick and funny head scratches to absentmindedly stroking/detangling their hair while chatting with friends
“Do I smell okay?” “You smell normal.” “Which is…?” “Like lilac and gooseberry.”
A melting into B’s hug after a long and stressful week
B helping A deal with a major headache by rubbing/scratching their back
A heating up B’s ears with their hands because B forgot ear muffs in winter
“My mom thinks you’re really pretty/handsome.” “My mom thinks you look like Adonis/Aphrodite.” “Can you ever take a compliment?”
Candid pictures give away the softness in B’s eyes when they look at A goofing around
B not minding when A gives them a long hug in public, even though they aren’t big on PDA in general
B drawing a shitpost and sending it to A, A setting it as their lockscreen, and months later B realizes that A still hasn’t changed it
B’s family automatically assuming that A might join for any family function and making A’s favorite dish accordingly
“I have to go into the office this week. Can I crash at your place since it’s closer?”
Hanging out for hours —> “I don’t want you to drive home this late.” —> waking up in each other’s arms because they both refused to let the other sleep on the floor/couch
“My clothes reek of you.” “You could’ve just told me to take a shower.”
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love-toxin · 10 months
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MR O’HARA HAS ME ACTING FERAL BOTH OF MY LIPS HAS BEEN DROOLING SINCE I WATCHED ATSV OPENING NIGHT… I NEED HIM TO DESTROY ME
RIGHT??? LIKE--LIKE--
(cws: across the spiderverse spoilers, gn pronouns, smut, rough sex, mating press, size kink, biting/venom, belly bulges, mindbreak(?), breeding mention, a bit of forbidden love trope)
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Like....imagine, if you will, becoming an assistant for the Spider-society after your dimension is destroyed. It's mostly because Miguel took pity on you since you're not a spider-person, you had nothing to do with the unravelling of your world, and/or you were meant to gain your spider-powers but an anomaly in your dimension prevented it. Since there's no place for you in another multiverse, he keeps you on his team both to give you asylum and to keep an eye on you just in case you prove to be an anomaly yourself....but it becomes pretty clear pretty early on that you're not really a threat. Not for violence, at least.
You're just a sweet thing that gets doted on by nearly everyone in the society--you're either a refreshing break from the endless spiderman variants running around or you remind the spiders of their Mary Janes, their Gwen Stacies, their Gayatri Singhs, and being a civilian to boot makes you the perfect candidate to have your things carried for you and be given web-slinging rides around the facility even though you're supposed to be the assistant here.
But even so, even though you're treated so lightly, Miguel really likes you and even--gasp--enjoys your company. It can be hard to tell with him, but the most perceptive of the spiders notice that Miguel keeps you in his good graces always. When he's stressed or in a bad mood, he collects himself before he speaks to you. He never snaps at you, and on the very rare times you get caught in his crosshairs, he apologizes quietly and gently and reiterates that whatever it was about, it wasn't your fault. He gives you so much wiggle room for error to the point that his companions sometimes complain outright that he's such a hardass, but he never berates you when you make a mistake, and without fail Miguel will come up with some reason for it; "That's because they don't screw up as often as you do" or "At least I can trust them to do their job", or he'll just tell whoever's bitching to leave you out of it and he'll dismiss you to discuss the matter privately.
Surprisingly, those incidents don't bother him nearly as much as when the inner circle starts getting closer to you. He feels this deep need to pull you away when Gwen offers to take you on a trip through the dimensions (although that's just plain dangerous), but it also bubbles up when Hobie hangs around and encourages you to join his band, and when Jess asks you questions about your life and is eager to hear about any potential romances you might be getting yourself into--there's a lot of single spider-people out there, and you're not tied to any dimension, so you've got plenty of options!
God, Miguel hates when Jess brings that up. You don't need to go anywhere, your place is here. You can stay here safely, which is something he can't promise in any of those other dimensions the spiders come from. But that's not the real reason, he realizes that when he feels that tingle at the sight of you holding Mayday and playing with her, having been given the task of impromptu babysitter for Peter when he has to rush off and do damage control somewhere.
It's you. He likes having you around, and it's not about letting you venture off into other dimensions, he just doesn't want you to leave him. That's why he loves it when you reply to those people, when you tell them "Oh, but I couldn't leave Mr. O'Hara! He'd lose his head without me." or "I really like this job, actually. I wanna keep working under Mr. Miguel." and especially "Miguel saved my life, I owe him all I can give. I could never leave him all alone." because it just reaffirms that desire for him to keep you as close to his side as possible. When he replays those videos of himself and his daughter, the pain is dulled for a while as he sees your eyes in hers, and envisions a future where you create a new family with him--one that he can properly protect this time.
It's that fantasy that emboldens him to lay hands on you, your body so puny and small in comparison to his massive frame, so fragile as he holds your hips in both hands and waits for you to tell him this isn't really what you want. He's waiting for it, anticipating it, even reminding you that you have the option when you look up at him shell-shocked. He promises that your answer won't affect your position here. It falls on deaf ears, however, because you desperately want to kiss him but you just don't think you can reach.
It's so adorable to see you try. Up on your tiptoes, clutching at his suit, straining to try and reach him where he's at--all it takes is an arm around your waist and he's got you off your feet and in the air, perfectly situated to press your pretty mouth to his own and awaken his instincts that have laid dormant all these long years. The stress of keeping each and every dimension following its intended canon has nearly broken him, it might have done so already if not for your unexpected appearance in his life. It's riled him up so much he doesn't think twice about taking you back to his place, nor gives him second thoughts when you help him peel that tight suit off and he tears through your clothes just as easily--maybe it really doesn't matter. His world is gone and so is yours, but you're both still here and you're begging him for another kiss, for more attention. How sweet could you possibly be? Pleading for something you'll always have and not realizing it's the least you deserve, perfect as you are?
Miguel just can't help himself anymore, he's too far gone and you’re too angelic for him to let down when you want him so badly. You don't seem to mind the rough treatment as he pushes you down either, no, you thrive on his aggressiveness and even encourage it to come out as he clambers over you. That pretty smile and those giggles as he shoves your thighs apart and spits, his venom sending electrifying tingles up and down your spine as he fingers the makeshift lube inside you. He's so bulky you can't even get your legs all the way around him when he lowers himself, forced to let your heels scrabble down his lower back as you struggle to find some kind of purchase on him--to just grab something and let it keep you steady as he slides in and rocks you into oblivion. The toxins loosen you up too, thank god, or else you'd be seriously struggling to take him in when he's practically twice your size. And he doesn't want to force it in, he just wants to ease you into the process before he allows himself to batter your poor body with thrusts that shake the whole bed--it's a little bit of payback for flaunting your pretty self around his office without ever telling him how you actually feel about him. Now you know exactly what you've been missing.
Drooling, hair sticking to your skin, sweat dripping down your chest, body gripping him like a vice yet endlessly slick....you're a total mess and he couldn't be more satisfied. You don't even try to keep yourself together, but that's all that he wants--he wants you to lose yourself in the way he makes you feel so you won't ever want to leave. The taboo is there; you're not from his dimension, he shouldn't be planning any kind of future with someone who doesn't belong in his world. But it makes it all more thrilling in the moment even if he can reason his way around it, it makes his every thrust gain power until he's breaking your willpower down enough to have your eyes rolling back in your head, hips jumping weakly as you try to participate. You don't even know how good you make him feel without lifting a finger.
Gliding through you as if you couldn't be more willing to take him, his position is clear just from a glance down at your stomach--the bulge is obvious, and as sickening as it could be your whines as you brush your fingertips over it sing his praises without a coherent word. You're so wet and stupid and needy on his cock, clearly he should've done this a long time ago when you were so much worse at hiding your pining looks at him from across the room. If he knew it would culminate into this, he would've saved the assistant crap and turned you into his stress relief toy that very first day. If he had, you might've already had a family by now....knowing him, at least.
It's still just as sweet to lick your tears up now, though. You're already drunk on his cock, it doesn't make much more difference for him to sink his fangs into your throat and pump you full of more venom straight from the source, the shock sending you straight into orgasm and dragging it out for so long he fears you might just pass out from the pleasure. It's like he's juicing up a plump little fruit until it's so ripe it could burst. And as if your own ecstasy wasn't enough, you really lose it when Miguel has you pinned and flooding that sore, fluttering little hole with so much seed it burns. Jets of pearly-white cum squirting down your thighs, painting you like a canvas without him even pulling out, because you just can't take him at his peak and you know it. You just have to whine and squirm beneath him as he fills you up, his hot breath puffing over your cheeks as he keeps you barely still enough not to wiggle away. With a shift of your hips you nearly slip off right up to the tip, his cum sloshing about and making everything too slick--but a hand slides up your neck and grips the crown of your head, his biceps flexing as he slowly pushes you back down with vermillion eyes piercing through your heated flesh. Lower, deeper, until he's seated himself up in your guts again and holds you there to milk those last few shots out of him, keep him nice and warm with those precious walls uncontrollably spasming around him. Doesn't stop you from pulling his head down closer, though, and whispering your praises while begging in whimpers in equal measure, urging him not to stop now. You're not ready to let him go.
How convenient is that? Miguel won't ever let you go, and he's known that deep in his chest since the moment you arrived--it couldn't make him any more satisfied to know that you feel the exact same way.
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thresher-art · 5 months
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Nesting
Pairing: Astarion x AFAB!Reader
Mentions of past Shadowheart x AFAB!Reader and slight Gale x AFAB!Reader
Summary: Your clothing has increasingly been going missing over the past few days. Meanwhile, Astarion is as happy and cozy as ever, and hopes you won't find out about his new hobby anytime soon.
Warnings: Smut/Explicit 18+ content, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Blood Drinking, Scent Kink, connections via tadpole and accompanying voyeurism, mentions of polyamory
A/N: This fic operates under the headcanon that everyone at camp is more on board with sharing. Heavily inspired by GlitterCritter's 'The Pale Elf's Hunger' over on AO3.
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"Okay, this is getting weird."
You frantically dig through your pack, confused. Your rummaging has not gone unnoticed, as Shadowheart turns to you, a brow raised in question.
"What's getting weird?"
"My clothes." You set your pack back down, giving up the search. "They've slowly gone missing. My robes aside, I think I only have two shirts and a pair of loose slacks. If this keeps going on, I'll be sitting with my tits out at camp soon."
"And what a horrible fate that would be for all of us."
The suggestive smile on her face lets you know that Shadowheart would absolutely not mind you sitting at camp shirtless, for all to see. Then again, given how godsdamned horny everyone at camp was, you doubted anyone would have genuine complaints about seeing more nudity.
"If it's warmer one of these nights, I could be persuaded. But enough with the jokes. Where the hell are my clothes?"
"Did you forget to collect them after washing them?" Shadowheart suggests. "You tend to pack up in a hurry."
"That's the thing. Everything that's missing is something I put away to wash. I usually wash a bunch of my clothes in one go." You scowl. "Who the hell steals dirty clothes?"
"From what I hear, there's a market for that back in Baldur's Gate." She quips. "Maybe leave a donation basket beside your clothes next time, whoever's been taking them might leave something."
"It better be a large donation. At this rate, all my gold's going to go into clothes shopping. I was saving up for a better pair of boots, mine are slowly wearing out." You rub your temple in frustration and let out a groan. "It's not just normal clothes, either. My undergarments, too!"
"Are you suggesting...?"
"Yes, I am suggesting we have a panty sniffer at camp, Shadowheart. It's an easier-to-digest explanation than the idea that the tadpole has eaten so much of my brain I consistently leave a trail of underwear behind."
You're not even sure if you find the thought that someone at camp was stealing your worn panties discomforting or not. With how open everyone is, they could've at least asked, or have the courtesy of restraining themselves a bit instead of stealing more than half of your comfortable wardrobe.
"Who do you think it is?" Shadowheart asks. She's both intrigued and amused, now, both at your expense.
"None of you ladies, that's for sure," you say. "Karlach couldn't keep that secret for long, Lae'zel has told me to my face she wants to sniff me and probably would drag me away the second I consent, and you wouldn't waste your time stealing my clothes if you were interested. You'd just lure me away with a bottle of wine."
Which is what happened last time you and her had stolen away for a little privacy. Shadowheart had a directness that you liked, clearly expressing her wants and desires, and directing you as she needed. It had been a very fun night, but it had let you know that she wasn't the type for strange, secretive games - at least not when it came to fun things like that.
"Quite true. So it's just our boys then?"
"Yeah. Better not be Withers."
She snorts. "He doesn't even have a nose to sniff your underwear with."
"He still has the holes for sniffing, though."
You both break out into giggles at that. Withers would be the least likely option, but the idea that this ancient walking corpse is a secret little pervert is too funny to imagine.
"I think it's Gale," you then say, once the two of you have calmed down. "He's been awfully bold in telling me he likes my...musk, after not having bathed a while. Wyll doesn't seem the type for something like that, he's just too sweet, Halsin's far to open about disliking clothes for him to hide this, and Astarion..."
You trail off. Shadowheart, however, knows well where this is going, and finishes your thought for you.
"Astarion's up close and personal with you all the time, so he has no need to steal your things."
You hum in affirmation. Astarion barely leaves your side, the two of you thick as thieves.
Shadowheart lets out a sigh.
"Well, then. Why not ask Astarion to give you a little space to put poor Gale out of his misery. Let him partake in what he's so desperately desiring?"
"Eh, I would, but..."
You pause. It's not like you <i>hadn't</i> thought about it, as if you'd never let your mind drift to wonder what Gale might look like beneath you, face and beard drenched in your slick. However...
"...anytime he tries to flirt with me, he somehow ends up bringing up his ex, and that's where my pussy essentially packs it up and leaves."
"Oh, ouch..."
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As you and Shadowheart continue to gossip about your possible panty-stealer, as well as Gale's so far unsuccessful attempts to woo you, in the tent beside you, Astarion curls up on his bedroll, happy as a clam.
He'd overheard your conversation, scoffing internally at the suggestion that Gale of all people was the one responsible for your clothing disappearing. As if Gale had the necessary skill, swiftness, and stealth, to pull that off without you ever catching him. If Gale tried, he'd probably trip and fall over his own robes before even catching a glimpse of your clothes.
Astarion is pleased with today's 'catch' - the shirt you wore underneath your robes yesterday - and happily adds it to his pile of you-themed treasures. He has his own little collection, now, consisting of small items he'd nicked off of you, as well as your clothes. He'd arranged those around his bedroll, adding padding and warmth, and most importantly, your scent.
Astarion writhes amongst the pile of fabric, letting out a happy, vampiric purr. He nuzzles his face into the pile, inhaling your natural perfume deeply into his chest.
Gods, he would never get enough of this.
It had started innocently enough. After your first romp in the woods at the tiefling party, Astarion had gotten so eager he'd torn your shirt clean off. So he'd graciously offered his own for you to wear as you snuk back to camp, him staying behind to pack up the bedroll he prepared the night before.
Amongst your scattered things, he'd found your torn shirt, and hadn't been able to help himself. He'd taken a deep whiff, smelling your natural scent immersed in the fabric, but his mind turned blank when he could distinctly sniff out your wanton arousal from hours earlier.
He'd arrived at camp late, having taken the time to desperately fuck his own fist with his face buried in your shirt.
He was about to go for another round as well, the sight of you wearing his shirt for all to see, as well as his own scent marking your skin as his proving to be near overwhelming. There was no time for that, though, as the Underdark was already beckoning.
Astarion had gotten more than enough time to wallow in your aroma, for you had chosen to stick very, very close to him when you were roaming around down there.
Ever since, he had taken his time to snatch a few of your belongings here and there.
He has a collection of clothes that you wore in differing emotional states, able to distinguish by your scent what it is you are feeling at any given moment. He'd found old cloth bandages you still had from after killing those goblins, your blood soaked through the fabric. He'd snatched a couple of your undergarments, heady with the scent of your arousal, from nights when he teased you just a bit too much.
His favourite is still your torn shirt, however, which he keeps rolled up by his pillow. He can smell you in his trance, and feels so warm, safe, and protected in your scent.
Your scent is the reason he prefers coming to your tent at night, your aroma covering every inch of space. Astarion feels as if he could get drunk off of you - hells, in a way, he does, especially when you let him feed.
He also loves it when he can smell himself on you. It's why he leaves you his shirts to wear, especially since you complained to him how you were running low on them. That way, he could stay in your good graces - after all, he was being helpful - he could leave his scent on your skin, and get his shirt back with yours embedded in it. Win-win.
He'll never admit how his undead heart soared when he overheard the others asking if you'd started adding bergamot to your perfume.
Gods, he hopes you never find out about this habit. He's greedy for you and he knows, but the more rational part of hin is also aware that any normal person would be terribly put off by this.
Astarion convinces himself you'll never catch on that it's him stealing your things, happy to keep his face burrowed in your scent.
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"There is no fucking way."
Once again, it's Shadowheart hearing your cry of disbelief. She approaches to find you digging through a tiny pile of clothing, desperately searching for something.
Before moving on to Moonrise Towers, you had decided to make use of the (admittedly, very ominous) water surrounding Last Light Inn to wash your clothing - what little of it you have left. You (rather embarrassingly) had to ask Karlach to lend you a pair of undergarments at this point - all of yours besides one had disappeared.
And this one, remaining pair of panties had straight-up vanished now, too.
"What happened? Did Gale nick another pair?" Shadowheart asks, amused.
"I don't think it was Gale, after all," you say. "It was my last pair. I wore it while going to the lake. I didn't see Gale again until breakfast, he retired early to read, remember?"
Shadowheart hums in agreement. "Strange. Are you sure you didn't leave it there?"
"It was my last pair, Shadowheart, and the lake isn't exactly far from camp. I did not drop or leave it. I've walked back and forth three times, now."
You are ready to flip and tear apart each and every tent at camp to find your clothing. If this was a prank, it was a shitty one at that, one you were ready to reward with a hearty Fireball. See how funny the prankster thinks it is, then.
"Okay, if Gale isn't your thief, and you didn't lose it - where are they then?"
This clothes-stealing mystery is the most entertainment Shadowheart has had at camp. It's infuriating and intriguing at once.
"I don't know..."
Your blood runs cold as you try and retrace your steps. A realization dawns on you, and you want to slap yourself for not thinking of it earlier.
That little bloodsucker. Of course it was him.
"I have a lead," you declare to her, before you turn and go to find your dearest vampling, leaving Shadowheart, once again, amused and confused at the same time.
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Astarion is blissfully unaware of your realizations.
He's far too busy obsessing over his recent catch, the pair of panties he swiftly stole from you when he had pestered you earlier. He couldn't help himself, really! You'd been barely wrapped up from the waist down in a flimsy cloth, in lieu of a suitable pair of comfortable pants, and he'd been able to smell that you weren't wearing anything beneath them. When he'd spotted your underwear, well...a little bit of sleight of hand, and oops! How'd those get in his pocket?
Surely, you're not missing them. A pretty thing like you must have other, lovelier undergarments to wear, hidden away in your things. His little habit is certainly is no inconvenience to you.
But how his hobby affects you is the last thing on his mind right now. He has his face buried in his latest treasure, quick sniffs filling his nose with your heady aroma, so sweet, so intoxicating. Astarion rids himself of his shirt, the heat flushing through his body at your scent too hot to bear, and his free hand is slowly trailing down his breeches, his cock hardening at the scent of you.
Hells, you smell so, so good.
Astarion shuffles his breeches down his legs, his cock springing free against the cool air in his tent. He's hard enough that he feels like he could burst any second, pure arousal coursing through his veins.
He inhales deeply, pressing your panties against his face as tightly as he possibly can. His mind is on overdrive, all he can think about is you, you, you. Nothing else matters as long as he is this close to you.
Astarion begins stroking himself, thumb spreading the generous amounts of leaking precum across the head of his cock. He's aware of what he said, that he wanted to take things slow with you sexually, but in this moment, he wishes his hand was yours instead.
Astarion imagines you with him, your plush lips slowly wrapping around his length, taking him into your hot mouth. His tent would be flooded with the scent of your arousal, and his mind would go blank at the sensation of you.
He wants all of you. He wants you in any which way you'll let him have you. He wants to kiss and lick every inch of your skin, until your scent never leaves his body again, imprinting your essence in his very soul. Astarion thrusts up into his hand, picturing you bouncing above him, writhing in your own pleasure.
He is so far gone, he doesn't even notice you slip in to his tent until it's too late.
"Astarion, did you- what in the hells?!"
The sound of your voice makes whatever is left of his soul ascend from his body, but having your scent, your real, natural scent up close is enough to slam it right back into place. It shocks him into an orgasm, his hips thrusting into his fist uncontrollably as he spills his seed over his chest and belly. One particular strong spurt even manages to hit his chin and throat. Astarion lets out a high whine, whimpering at his own touch, your scent, both from your panties, and from you being here.
It's the hottest thing you've seen in a while, and you'd be more than eager to encourage it, if you still weren't so confused as to what the fuck was going on.
It takes a moment after his climax for Astarion's rational brain to switch on again. He panicks.
"It's not what it looks like!" He says quickly, fumbling to cover himself and the rest of your belongings. You stop him, easily grabbing his wrist.
"Oh? So you didn't just rub one out with my panties stuffed over your face?" You raise a brow at him and he shrinks under your gaze, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You vaguely gesture at the pile of clothing underneath him. "And I'm sure those aren't my missing clothes? You know, the ones I have been complaining about to you for days? What are you even doing? Nesting? Is that a thing vampires do?"
Embarassment floods him at being caught red-handed, and deflection takes its place in hopes of somehow coming out on top anyway.
"You leave your mess everywhere," Astarion huffs. "I was simply picking up after you."
"Mhm. And adding to the mess, if this-" you pick up another item of clothing, one that has suspicious white stains streaked across it, "-is any indication."
Shit. That didn't go how it was supposed to. Astarion tries a new angle, one that he's far too used to.
"Are you upset then? That Gale isn't the panty thief you hoped for?" Astarion says, accentuating his words with a snarl. "I heard you talking with Shadowheart the other day. I wonder if you would be so upset if it was your precious wizard with his face buried in your clothes."
You know him too well by now to take the bait and shoot him a disapproving look.
"Okay, first off, there is no need to take that tone with me," you say, sitting down beside him. "Secondly, what the hell are you even talking about?"
Astarion scoffs, about to spew more venom your way, but you cut him off.
"I'm not done talking, you will speak when I'm finished."
Your firm tone is enough to shut him up for now. Astarion flinches at the sharpness in your voice. You hate being so direct with him, knowing it speaks to parts of his mind that cannot help but obey, but you also know if you don't make him listen, nothing good will come out of this conversation. You know he feels cornered, and like a scared animal, he knows no better than to lash out.
"Of course I'd be upset if I caught Gale with my clothes, because frankly? This is fucking weird. Difference being, I'm used to you being weird and a bit of a creep. You tried biting me in my sleep. You rub yourself all over me like a big cat regularly."
Astarion bristles at being called 'weird'. He wants you to smell like him, he wants to smell like you, so no matter who else you might frolic around with, they always will know you're already in some way spoken for. But he waits, stays silent, eventhough he wants nothing more than to interrupt you.
"I'm not outright angry with you, so you're not going to get a shouting match from me. I'm annoyed that you left me with no clothes to wear, frustrated that you simply played along when I complained about it, confused as to why you stole my clothes, and upset." You pause to look him in the eye. His pupils are still blown wide - clearly, you being close to him has done nothing to soothe whatever is driving him. "I'm upset you didn't talk to me about this. We agreed to talk more openly about what we need from each other. That would include this because clearly, you're getting some kind fulfillment out of this. Why didn't you say anything?"
You give him time to sort his thoughts. You know he's not good at expressing what he needs honestly, so you want to give him the space to at least try. Astarion scoffs, but you can see the wheels spinning in his head, trying to get some sort of explanation out.
"I took your clothes because they smell like you," he begins carefully. "I like making you wear my clothes, because then you smell like me. I like having your clothes here, because having your scent around me is...comforting."
He looks up at you, and you can see the embarrassment in his eyes.
"I didn't say anything because, yes. Objectively, me sniffing at your clothes like a dog is creepy and weird. And I am sorry."
His confession weighs heavy to him. He still thinks you're about to curse him out, tell him he's too strange and feral to waste your time on.
You surprise him, once again.
"Thank you for your honesty, Starlight. The scent part makes sense, I suppose. I like wearing your shirts because they smell like you, too. Just - don't steal my clothes anymore, okay? I'll even cut you a deal."
Astarion nods, waiting for you to go on.
"Tomorrow, you're going to wash all of my clothes - every single item in this pile."
Astarion is about to protest. Washing your clothes would defeat the purpose! They'd no longer smell like you, would be neutral, scentless!
"Then, you're going to procure me a few items you like seeing me in. I'll wear them for you, and then you can have them for your little nest here. I can sleep in your bedroll for a few days too, if it helps, or leave you a blanket of mine. Then you never steal from my wardrobe again and leave me with so little to wear that I need to ask others for their damn underpants. Sound good?"
That is far too good to be true, so Astarion accepts eagerly.
"If that is the deal you wish to make, I suppose I have no choice but to accept," he says. "Though I already mourn the state of my nails afterwards."
"You've left me with no clothes, I think you can play washerwoman for a night. Might even get you a cute little dress for when you're at it."
The both of you have a laugh at the thought. You know full well Astarion would likely make a show out of it if you made him wear a dress, hiking his skirts up while you would have to remind him to actually get your garments cleaned.
Astarion's mood is visibly lifting. You're not mad at him, not about to abandon him for his feral tendencies. His mind buzzes pleasantly, his treasure still safely by his side.
"One more thing - and may I?"
You hover your hand over his chest, waiting until Astarion nods his assent. You run your fingertips over his skin gently, lazily smearing his seed across his body.
"I don't think you're sorry at all."
"I'm the perfect picture of repentance and regret, my love, how could you ever say that?" Astarion protests, albeit weakly. He already apologized!
You crack a smile at his act.
"You're still hard as a rock, my dearest," you say, making him inhale sharply as you drag your nails across one of his nipples. "Anyone with even an ounce of shame would not be so blatantly turned on after being caught like this. Then again, I suppose I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to you being my primary partner, you little freak."
You raise your hand to your lips and suck the remnants of his come off your digits. Astarion watches you swallow, the motion of your throat, before bolting up to capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. He has to sample it, needed to taste both his seed combined with your spittle.
He loves it.
Astarion moans against your lips, the taste overwhelming. His tongue delves into your mouth, trying to lick up every last bit of himself. Gods, he could eat you <i>whole</i>, and he knows you'd let him. His senses perk up at a new scent - he can smell the slickness between your legs properly now that the shock of being caught has subsided.
"I knew it," he says breathlessly after he releases you. "You're not angry with me. You liked seeing me like this."
"Oh, I'm still very much annoyed that you stole ninety percent of my very limited wardrobe." You laugh as Astarion tears the cloth around your waist - your makeshift skirt - off your body and begins loosening the lacings of your shirt, one that happens to be his. "But, in the spirit of honesty - I did find it kind of hot to see you jerking off to my panties. I had half a mind to stuff them in your filthy mouth."
"Kind of?" Astarion noses at your bared body, nuzzling and sniffing at you in quick breaths. "Darling, you're positively drenched. You enjoyed seeing me, didn't you?"
He lays back down and maneuvers you to sit right above his face. He licks up the inside of your thighs, your slick having slowly spread across your skin, indisputable proof of your arousal. He wants to hear it, though, hear it from your lips how badly you need him, too.
"I did." The admission comes easy to you, and you see no reason to lie. Not when his face is buried between your legs, his cool breath fanning over your core. "You were such a desperate, needy thing. Of course, I liked seeing you."
Astarion seems to be happy with your confession and pulls you down to rest on his face. His tongue trails over your cunt, teasing at your dripping hole. You keen when he finally wraps his lips around your clit and laps at it like a man parched, your legs squeezing around his head. It's almost too much at once - Astarion is far too intoxicated by your scent, being right by the tantalizing source of it to care for a slow build-up. He wants more of you, more of your juices, running down his face.
He's convinced he could spend eternity between your legs and still not have his fill.
Astarion's cock twitches at the fantasy, of you by his side forever, ready to be devoured as he pleases. Of course, he'd be just as accessible to you - he's ready to grant your every wish, if only he can be this close to you and never have to let you go. He speeds up, leaving fast licks on your swollen clit, and he groans as he laves his tongue over your entrance. More, more, more, he chants in his mind, and shoves two fingers inside, digging for your sweet spot. He knows he's found it when you let out a sharp curse, and your glorious, soft thighs tighten around head again.
Astarion sounds absolutely obscene beneath you. He slurps at your cunt, moaning as if he's lapping at the most luxurious dessert he's ever tasted. You suppress a laugh. Not even when he feeds on you does he sound like this.
You decide he's gone untouched long enough. His cock is flushed bright red and leaking, desperate for even the slightest bit of attention. How could you refuse? You lean forwards, and Astarion instantly notices what you're up to.
"May I, Starlight?" You ask, and before you can even wrap your hand around him, Astarion lets out a muffled "Sweet hells, yes!" against you. You tut at him for his impatience, but ultimately take pity on him, leaving a trail of kisses down his shaft, wetting the soft skin with your tongue as you go. Astarion's undead heart leaps in his chest. He'd never in a thousand years believed he'd ever be blessed with someone like you, who would take their time asking permission to touch him even when he was nose-deep buried in their pussy.
Your lips finally, finally wrap around the head of his cock, your tongue dipping into the slit at the top just to tease. Astarion snarls at you, grazing his fangs across your skin. A warning.
You decide to be just a little bit mean back, besides, he <i>was</i> the one who had stolen your clothes. He has no room to be bossy right now.
The tadpole in your brain awakens, eager to connect with his. Astarion is so distracted, he doesn't even notice his own tadpole stir in return. Through your bond, you send him an image - it's him, his wrists bound by one of your shirts, your panties shoved into his mouth, while you nonchalantly get off of him and retreat to your tent.
Astarion lets out a needy whimper.
You wouldn't, you hear him in your mind. you'd never.
I absolutely would, you reply as you swallow down his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you suck. He feels like velvet on your tongue, in his usual icy-cold way, but you can't get enough of him, either. I'll leave you here to rut against your bedroll alone if you want to be a brat like this.
No, no, no!
Astarion loops his arms around your thighs, locking you in position. There's no way to fight your way out of his grip, his vampiric strength easily overpowering you. Besides, with the way your legs feel like jelly, fighting him would be futile anyway.
I'm not letting you go until you come all over my face.
He adds a third finger, digits curling inside you, as he mercilessly sucks at your clit.
You'll cum for me, won't you? You hear him echo in your mind. Please? I want you to cum all over my tongue, want to taste you so bad. Please, my love? Pretty please?
Hells, you can't recall if he ever begged you so sweetly for something. It's overwhelming, the pleading in your mind, his lips ravaging your cunt, the feel of his cock on your tongue, and fuck, you can feel his thumb tease at your tight pucker, carefully dipping into your backside. It's so much, too much, and you draw back from his cock to cry out his name like a prayer as you drench his face in your release, white-hot ecstasy shooting through your body. Astarion, greedy creature that he is, laps it up eagerly. Your legs shake around him and he holds you steady, forcing more of your juices down his throat.
You roll off of him and collapse onto your back beside him once you come down from your high, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your laboured breaths. Both your tadpoles are quiet, now, exhausted from whatever ecstatic chemicals had been rushing through your brain.
"Fuck," you gasp out. "That was..."
"...amazing," Astarion finishes for you. He's nowhere near done with you, you notice, as he sits up to run his hands up your sides affectionately. "Are you alright to keep going, pet?"
"Mhm. I'm so blissed-out and boneless, I'm happy with whatever salacious plans you have for me now," you breathe, smiling up at him. He still looks so eager, like a predator waiting to pounce. "Take your pleasure from me, Starlight. I think you've waited long enough."
That's all the encouragement he needs from you, not even pausing to wipe his face before he scrambles to get on top of you. Astarion hooks your leg on his thigh, spreading you open for him. His cock slides up against your slit, and he runs it over you a few times, coating himself in your slick.
"I've been thinking about this for a while," he says. "You've been flitting through my dreams. You're a cruel thing, you know that, pet?"
"Sure, I do," you reply, cupping his cheek in your hand. "You wouldn't like me as much if I were a blushing bride, now would you?"
"No, I suppose I wouldn't." Astarion pauses to press a kiss to your palm. "I prefer you like this, clever, wicked, and absolutely debauched."
With that, he slams into you to the hilt without warning. You don't even want one, you just want him to rut you like he's a beast in heat, the noise of your joined bodies music to your ears. You moan loudly, and you swear that, through your tadpole, you can hear someone at camp complaining at the noise you're making. It faintly sounds like Gale. His complaint seems a touch...flustered, and an image of him flashes before your eyes, curled up on his bedroll, pillows over his head, sporting the hardest erection he's had in a while. You're certain Astarion heard and saw it, too, for he grins, before fucking into you even harder than before, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust.
"Let him hear," he growls into your ear. "Let him know what he's missing."
This is a type of meanness you can certainly get behind, but even you are a bit embarassed of screaming your head off at camp.
"Now, why would I do all that?" You say, barely biting back a blissful moan when Astarion leans down to start licking and suckling at your throat. "It's more fun if he doesn't hear, if all he has is his imagination, not even close to the real thing. Don't you want that? For him to know he can't have me, because I'm with you?"
You know exactly how to appeal to his possessive nature, whispering sweet words that scratch that needy, obsessive part of his brain just right. You don't usually like to encourage his jealousy - you've had a long and very difficult conversation about this - but you did chose him as your primary and know he needs that reassurance.
And Gale, for some reason, really, really brings out Astarion's competitive streak.
You expose more of your neck to him, a silent way of letting him know he's free to feast on you. Astarion doesn't need to be told twice, his fangs piercing your skin. The icy sensation gives way to pure bliss, and you sigh against him. He gulps at you like a glutton, drinking his fill, and he whines in delight. You taste sweeter than anything he's ever had in his life, and your arousal is so deeply evident in your blood, his hips damn near move on their own accord. You're so warm, so wet, so tight around him, his body feel like it's on fire. Your pulse quickens, and Astarion is careful to draw back from your flesh. He wants you sated and conscious, wants you with him.
The pleasure of his bite, combined with the delectable glide of his cock inside you are enough to push you over the edge all over again. You cry out his name once more, and this time, he muffles your pleasure with insistent kisses. Your vision blacks out, you can taste the iron of your own blood on his tongue as it flows into your mouth. Astarion's hips sputter, and he follows you over the edge, the noises he makes expressing pure desperation as he fills you with his seed.
He collapses on top of you once he comes down from his high. Astarion nuzzles his face into your neck again, enjoying the metallic tang of your blood mingling with the scent of your sweat and arousal. Your hand weaves its way into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. Astarion lets out another vampiric purr - a noise you hope he'll make more often for you. Your skin tingles with the vibration, and you press adoring kisses into his hairline.
"You're incredible," he murmurs against your skin, lapping up the bloody mess he's left behind on your neck. "I want to stay like this, forever, with you."
You laugh lightly at his affections. "I can't promise forever right now, but I can pledge the rest of my night to you."
Astarion is more than happy with this.
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The next morning, as you emerge from Astarion's tent dressed in clothes that are very obviously his, Shadowheart only shoots you a knowing look. Seems you've found your panty thief, and with that, the case is closed.
Gale, however, can barely meet your gaze when he hands you your morning coffee, his skin flushed bright red at the sight of you.
"You look...ahem. You look tired. Did you have a long night?" He asks awkwardly, attemting to his embarrassment behind a cough.
"Ah, yes. I had a bit of trouble falling asleep," you reply, easily playing along. "How about you? Stay up all night reading, again?"
Gale averts his gaze. "You could say that. It was a rather...stimulating read."
You didn't think he could get any redder, but he's about as red as the fried tomatos he serves alongside your breakfast. You decide to take pity on him, and press a quick kiss to his cheek as he hands you your breakfast.
"Already looking for attention elsewhere, my love?" Astarion questions as he slinks up to you. "I'm hurt."
"It's only polite to thank the person feeding you, Starlight," you chide, the implication not lost on either of you. "Besides, Gale had such a rough night, I thought a little peck might cheer him up."
"Don't let it become a habit then, darling, else I might have to get jealous of our dear wizard."
Astarion shoots Gale a pointed look. They both know he heard and saw more than he should have, and Astarion wouldn't have it any other way. He was your primary partner, and only with his permission would Gale ever be allowed to touch you.
You let Astarion pull you onto his lap as you sit down. He immediately buries his face into your hair as you tuck in to your food, inhaling deeply.
You still smell like him, like bergamot, brandy, and rosemary, and Gale has not left even the trace of a scent. He's happy at that, leaving a trail of kisses on your nape.
"Don't think you being cute gets you out of laundry duty, Starlight," you quip through a mouthful of eggs. "I expect my clothes to be spotless by the end of the day."
Astarion laughs, leaving one final kiss on your skin.
"I wouldn't dream of it, my love."
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lustluvrry · 2 years
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His hands slipped oh so smoothly into her shorts as she was desperately begging as a joke for his hands to touch her.
"you feel warm, very, warm"
"I didn't actually want you to do that, Frances"
She felt his hands pressing down on her thighs and reaching her pussy. She squirmed and asked for more. He, continued to touch her as he loved hearing her endearingly whiny voice. He felt his heart beat faster... Sweat falling as his palms clenched, yet drenched.
"ah you're wet and warm, I want to indulge myself into you, lick it and make u squirt for me" he said as he lifted up Sophie's chin
"then do it, don't just say it"
"action speaks louder than words?"
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me-writes-prompts · 6 months
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-:"I am on my knees" When they tease you prompts:-
(ANYWAYYYYYY, TAG MeeeeE.)
CW: suggestive
By @me-writes-prompts
"Ohhhh, look who looks like a model today? My one and only girl/boy/lover." (EXCUSE ME???? AHHHHHH)
Their lips stretching into a mischievous smile while they check you out and then lick their lips with that look in their eyes and you know you're fucked(quite literally ;)
"Uh uh, you're not getting any kisses until you behave properly." (okay fineeee!!!!!)
"Hmmm, you like that?"
Them staring at you openly while you blush at their attention and glare at them playfully but they just chuckle and continue their staring(*deep breaths*)
When they whisper in your ears AND NIBBLE A LITTLE WHEN THEY ARE DONE
"Don't move. I want you still."
"Come sit on my lap. Your favorite place, isn't it?" "Shut up."
Those heated make out sessions that have you craving for more but they pull away and put a finger on your lips with a sweet sweet smile and say "I think we should stop now. Yes?" and you just fucking melt on spot like a puddle.
"Please. Stop teasing me." "You need to learn to be better with your words, don't you think? Tell me what you want, [name]." (BACK ARCHED ALREADY)
When they maintain eye contact and come close to your lips and say in a very low voice 'I want you'.
Pulling you closer by your waist but you try to pull away because you want to test them but they tighten their grip and pull you even closer. But then they smile as they let you go and say 'it's fine if you don't want to' and you immediately put their hands back to where they were and say(whine) that you really really want them. (JLSHFSJLSHFHSLFH IM FINE OKAY????)
"Your hands are beautiful." You say as you take their hands in yours and smile softly. They raise their eyebrows and smirk, "Yeah, they are useful too. For many things apparently." AND YOU START TO BLUSH FURIOUSLY!!!!👀
Trailing kisses down your neck and then stopping to ask you if they can leave markssss????? ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
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kamaluhkhan · 1 month
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IDLE WORSHIP
SLOTH — part i of we'll write sins not tragedies
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pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 515 summary: you and luke fooling around on the roof of the hermes cabin after curfew ;) warnings: smut!! oral (reader receiving); body worship; luke and reader smoke weed....18+ ! author's note: i wanted to do a series of blurbs *loosely* based off the 7 deadly sins and here we are....also, i (finally!) made a masterlist so....enjoy!!
♪ "idle worship" by paramore
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you bite the back of one hand to keep from waking up the entire camp, the other still holding a half-smoked joint loosely between your fingers. 
luke was always skilled, but tonight his tongue feels particularly heavenly.
it hadn’t been either of your intentions for the evening. the plan was for a peaceful night of getting high and stargazing on the roof of the hermes cabin after curfew. 
not entirely innocent, but more so than what it had become as soon as luke decides to shuffle underneath the blanket you share, lips traveling down your body as he mumbles sweet nothings into your skin.
luke kisses down your sternum, unbuttoning the flannel you had taken from him. “you’re so beautiful,” he praises. luke sucks bruises underneath your breasts. “prettier than any goddess.” his tongue traces over your scars. he bites just above your belly button, fingers fumbling with your shorts. “absolutely divine,” is the last thing he says before devouring your cunt.
in your defense…. it has been a stressful week. you and luke had barely had a moment alone, and chris warned that the weed would be strong. 
it’s slightly careless, yes, especially for senior counsellors — but fuck, if you don’t feel utterly blissed out.
you almost break skin when luke tugs your clit with his teeth, bringing you over the edge. luke pokes his head out from underneath the blanket that still covers your bottom half; you take a moment to admire him.
the moonlight softening his scar, illuminating his cheekbones and jawline. backlit by a million shining stars that mean nothing compared to his smile, luke looks like an angel. 
and then, you get a better look at him — his black curls slightly askew; his dark eyes rimmed red; his lips wet with your release, curling into a smirk at how you unraveled for him so easily. 
a fallen angel, maybe. a fucking gorgeous one at that. 
“can i have another hit?”
you take a drag of the forgotten joint, holding the smoke in your mouth until luke is hovering above you. when he presses his lips onto yours, you let him suck up all the smoke, along with whatever air is leftover in your lungs. he removes himself from you, allowing you a moment to breathe while he exhales. 
luke rests one hand on your hip, and reaches the other down to run two fingers across your folds and shoves them into his mouth, sucking like his life depends on it.  
“tastes just like nectar.”
“better be careful then, angel,” you drawl and tangle your free hand into his curls. you can tell luke likes the new nickname from the way he tightens his grip, firm enough to bruise. “if you have too much, it might just kill you.” 
he grins down at you lazily, blinking slowly.
“at least i’d die happy,” luke sighs. 
a giggle bursts out of your chest in response. 
you bring the tail end of the joint to his lips; this time, he exhales directly into your mouth, allowing you to share the last dregs of smoke.
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starrystevie · 1 year
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"i need a favor."
it's simple enough for steve to hear even over the loud music in the club, and it definitely grabs his attention away from where he was staring blankly into the dancing crowd. he pulls his eyes to the person standing in front of him, gaze trailing over their form before settling on their face. he's cute, steve thinks, with his curly dark hair and big brown eyes that he could see himself getting lost in. he's cute enough for steve to listen to whatever favor he could possibly need.
"umm, hello to you too?" steve says it like a question, his eyebrows quirked up and a smile pulling at one side of his mouth. "what kind of favor might that be?"
the stranger smiles and sits in the seat next to steve, setting his beer on the table beside steve's nearly finished jack and coke. he's closer than he was before and steve can appreciate his face even better this way.
"it's my ex. you see," the stranger slings an arm around the back of steve's chair, pulls himself close so that he isn't having to scream as loudly over the booming club beats. "he's here and i knew it would be stupid to think i wouldn't run into him in the only queer club around, yet here he is. and here i am."
"is there supposed to be a favor in there somewhere?"
the stranger grins and steve suddenly gets the feeling he's a bird who's been cornered by a cat.
"well, i was hoping you might be able to help me. he knows i have a... weakness for pretty boys and you just happen to be the prettiest one here."
steve's heart thumps in his chest, strong and impatient as he watches the neon lights flash off this guy's teeth. he always thought he was the smooth one with all his charm and charisma, but this stranger was sitting next to steve like it was any other day and not like he had the possibility to turn his world upside down.
"help you how?"
the stranger's grin grew wider and his eyes not so subtly flicked down to watch steve's lips. "kissing would be a good start, then letting me drag you to the dance floor so he could see us. and maybe if you're feeling a little crazy, we leave together, make it seem like you're coming home with me. he's watching us right now, you know?"
steve gives him a blank stare as he tries to not let it show just how much fun he thinks it all could be. he's there alone, anyway, trying to drown his loneliness in his friend jack daniels, so what's stopping him from playing a little bit of pretend?
"and what's in it for me?" is what steve finally gets out, his breath stuttering minutely in his chest when he feels a palm cover his leg.
"what do you want?" the fingers squeeze around his knee.
it makes steve stop and think for a moment. he thinks long and hard about material things like at least 3 drinks bought for him or dinner after they escape together or paying his cover so they can get in to the bar down the road that plays shitty music but has a good atmosphere. but there's one thing steve could really use, something he doesn't get the chance for, something that this random guy's money wouldn't have to cover.
"an adventure."
there's no way to tell who moves first, whether it was steve fisting his hand into the guy's hair to close the distance between them or if it was the firm pull on his leg that turns him towards the stranger. it's messy, right off the bat, with a tongue pressing insistently against steve's lips that he's happy to meet with his own. the hand on his leg is a grounding touch that keeps steve from floating away, warm and strong and there.
the man's other hand wraps awkwardly around to rest on steve's waist as to bring him in closer and the force of it has steve stumbling out of chair and settling instead on the guy's lap. two hands wrap around his waist now and his own go back into the guy's hair, threading through the stands and holding on firmly.
"okay yeah, you were definitely the right choice for this, holy shit," the guy breaks away to catch his breath and grin at steve who sends him a grin in return. "you are so..."
he doesn't finish, lets his lips say the words he couldn't as he connects them with steve's once more. it's hot, both in temperature and otherwise. steve can feel a bead of sweat start to roll down his back as they kiss and roll against each other for lord knows how long. one of the stranger's hands comes to rest just above steve's ass and it has him pushing back into the touch before he can tell himself to stop.
"dance. we uhh," steve says breathlessly as he pulls away from the man. his eyes are hooded and his lips are slick and kissed red, the flush on his face visible even under the dark club lights. steve thinks he might already be a little bit in love. "you said we have to dance."
the hand that was trailing down to his ass makes its way to it's destination and presses firmly, so steve follows, lets himself be manhandled until they're sitting chest pressed to heaving chest.
"sorry sweetheart, you aren't moving anywhere just quite yet."
lips connect to his jaw and it feels like it's exactly where he's supposed to be. steve pushes into the man's space, gets them as close as possible to savor the moment. he doesn't get to have fun, not much anymore at least, with his job keeping him so busy he hardly even gets to see his friends. it's nice to push every real life responsibility to the side and be in the moment with a random man from a club.
"so what does he look like, your ex?" steve mummers against his ear, low and sultry. "is he looking at us now?"
he feels the man chuckle against him before kissing his way up his neck. "he's pretty standard looking, don't think i could describe him to you if i tried."
"okay but," he's cut off by lips pressing quickly onto his own before steve pulls away once more. "i need to know who i'm putting a show on for."
the man sighs, rests his forehead against steve's collarbone for a beat before biting at it playfully. "let's just say you're putting on a great show regardless of who it's for."
steve pulls back even further, watching the man roll his eyes as he tries to follow him with his mouth. "and i thank you for that, but really, where is he?"
the man pauses and every bit of confidence that was on his face melts away until he looks younger, looks almost nervous. he sighs again and drops his hands from where they were kneading into steve's sides before running them through his hair with a sad sounding chuckle.
"he's nowhere."
now it's steve's turn to pause. his thighs that were clenched so tightly around the man's legs release and he slumps down with a frown pulling at his mouth and arms crossing over his chest.
"explain."
"i just," the man winces, face crinkling up before settling back into something more neutral. "you're like insanely hot, which i'm sure you know, and i needed something so i could talk to you so-"
"so you lied? there's no ex?"
"... there's no ex."
steve's done more thinking in the last 30 minutes than he expected to in the entire evening. he didn't come out to a gay bar to think about anything and yet here is, contemplating a fucking pros and cons list about where to go from there. does he yell, punch him for lying, storm out and end up back home all alone in a empty apartment? it would serve the guy right, letting him stew in his guilt for lying so he could make out with someone.
"i'm steve," he says after making up his mind, hand extended out in front of him.
the stranger grabs it shyly, shaking his hand up and down slowly while he stares at steve. "i'm eddie?"
"is that a question?"
"no, i'm just-" he cuts himself off and shakes his head as if to clear it, pinning steve with a confused glare. "you're not mad?"
"mad, no. at least i don't think so. confused as to why you think you couldn't just talk to me, yeah."
the man, eddie, runs a hand down his face and pulls it away with a cheeky grin that makes steve smile at him back. "i'm sure you've looked in a mirror! you know why i couldn't just talk to you!"
it has steve laughing, full belly ache inducing laughing, in eddie's lap in a gay bar on a night that he planned to waste by being drowned in self-pity. he doesn't think he's ever had a weirder night and it's funny. he lifts his leg and stands up, watching the smile disappear from eddie's face to be replaced with a frown. he reaches down and grabs eddie's hand, pulling him to his feet and watching a beautiful smile spread back across the other man's face.
they're the same height, he realizes, as he presses his mouth to eddie's ear.
"i think you owe me a dance. and," he pauses, looks eddie in the eye and lets his hand travel to eddie's ass to pull them as close as possible. "-an adventure."
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lyneira · 11 months
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-> random, smutty headcanons of the hsr men that have been plaguing my mind
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SMUT - MINORS DNI
fem!reader x gepard, jing yuan, dan heng, sampo
cw: body worship, cunnilingus, tiddy sucking, 69, praise kink, penetration, implied creampie
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GEPARD
I see Gepard being into body worship 'cause heck, he would kiss the ground you walk on in general. This dude would be such a devoted lover.
During love making, he would be so slow and careful with you, especially if it was your first time with him.
He'd leave kisses all over your body, and would stop at your most sensitive spots to give them the extra affection that they deserved.
Fondling your breasts, he'd lean down to circle his tongue around one of the buds, before puckering his lips to suck on it. And as he sucked, he'd softly moan, muttering how soft they were.
Then, trailing a line of kisses down your stomach and down to your heat, he'll place a quick kiss to your clit before sliding his tongue up and down your folds and finally inserting the wet muscle into your hole.
He'd most definitely take a lot of time down there too, taking the time savor your flavor and letting his lips become accustomed to the shape of your lower ones. Look down at his face and see how flushed his cheeks would be, hot from the heat and hot from the drunkeness he has from your pussy, humming with delight and slurring out multiple, "you taste so good's"
He too, would especially be diligent with observing each of your own reactions you had to his touch, his kisses, his tongue, and to his thrusts that would caress your walls and deeply kiss your core with each stroke.
To any sharp gasp, furrow of your brows, or any cry that you'd let out, he'd immediately pause his motions and ask if you were okay. The last thing he would ever want to do in such a vulnerable and intimate activity would be to hurt you.
Let's be honest, with the way he would be touching and fucking you slowly and gently, none of your reactions would be derived from any real pain. So you must assure him they were simply from the pleasure he was giving you.
Encourage him not to hold back, and assure him that it's okay. You'll say the safeword if you truly are in pain anyway.
And lord when he no longer restricts himself from all of the love he wants to give you at last, you'll feel it.
His motions will become much quicker, and much eager. He's sure to shake the bed a lot with all the speed and pressure he's thrusting into you, lol.
Prior to this, he had never been really vocal about his carnal desires. He'd probably think that they were improper and might give you the impression that he was a lech.
Yet, now that you've given him reassurance, he'll be comfortable enough to let you know all of the numerous positions he wants to make love to you in; how he wants to feel the weight of your legs hanging over his shoulders, wanting to feel the way you squeeze around him so tightly, and feel the way you'd release yourself all over him.
With all of the various ways a person can show love to another, his desire is to try and do all of them. He love you that much and wants to make sure you know it.
On that note, I also see him as the type to chant multiple, "I love you's", when he's close to cumming. And if he can, he'd hold you tightly, needing to feel you in his arms as he finally releases.
I'd also like to add that he probably has a praise kink. Idk, I just feel it in my bones. To show him appreciation for what he does and how good he's doing would make him so happy, both inside and outside of the bedroom.
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JING YUAN
'Kay I honestly don't know much about him (as I still haven't gotten too far into the story) but I think he'd be the type to enjoy having you do most of the work in bed...at first
He'll enjoy you sucking him off and riding him while he simply lays back, eyes half-lidded, wrapped up in pleasure, and letting out occasional, guttural groans
But the moment you feel your legs giving out from bouncing on his cock for so long, he will be there to take over. His hands will immediately be at your hips, and he'll lean over to your ear, whispering lowly, "You did well, darling... allow me to take care of the rest". He'll have a smile on his face as he ponders over what he has in store for you.
And before you can move or say a word, he'll then continue to thrust up into you while slamming your hips down at the same time so that his cock penetrates the deepest part of your core.
You'll let out a sharp gasp and would instinctively grab hold of his shoulders as it felt like he was splitting you open with each thrust
He'll continue to fuck you with that sheer amount of force, that your body eventually gives in and he's fucking you as if you were a ragdoll.
Anyway, I think he'd be a big fan of 69, with him lying down and you on top of him. Whatever your weight is, it won't matter. He'll be able hold you up while eating you out and relishing the way you'd suck his dick.
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SAMPO
He looks like the type that is determined to make you cry and whimper during the act, but in actuality, I think he'll be crying and whimpering by the end of it too LOL
During sex, he'll like to taunt you by denying you your orgasm, often pleasuring you with his tongue and quickly pulling it back when he knows you're close.
He will be borderline humiliating you, saying things like, "Aw, can't take it anymore? Does my little slut want to cum? Well, you'll have to beg for it, sweetie" while massaging your inner thighs, knowing how it gets you even more worked up
But don't worry, you'll have your chance for revenge when you're riding him. Simply insert the tip of his cock inside of you, and sure, slide up and down it a bit, but nothing more. The way your walls squeeze him so deliciously will make him try to thrust up as he'd need more stimulation, but don't allow him to. That's when you'll be able to make him beg as well
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DAN HENG
Love-making with Dan Heng would be special. Rarely is he ever so willing to be vulnerable like this, giving both of yourselves to each other, both body and soul, but you are so dear to him that he feels safe to do so.
I think sex wouldn't be iniated by carnal desire alone (at least on his part) but would mostly be initiated by his emotional needs, particularly when he needed your comfort, your touch, and your essence; or when he fears of losing you, his desperation will settle in and give him the need to hold you protectively to him; and other than that, like anyone else, he'll do it when words can no longer express how much he loves and adores you.
And depending on which reason, his touches can range from being gentle and soft, to being desperate and needy.
Either way, what will never change is his praises and words of assurance to you. He'll always make sure to tell you how good you feel, how well you're taking him, and how beautiful you are.
He'll tell you all this as he fucks you, and most importantly, he'll ask you if you understand how precious you are to him.
And if you couldn't answer quickly even after all the love he's given you and had thrusted into you, even to the point of overflowing, then he wouldn't stop until he made sure you understood it, continuing on, no matter how long it would take
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a/n: It's clear to see that my favorite is Gepard, haha
© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS
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sugoscurry · 11 months
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shameless
Pairing: Yan!Rook Hunt/Fem!MC
Commission for: @starshiningsirius
Word count: 1500
Warnings: SPICY (R-18), Rook being Rook, Yandere, stalking, noncon->dubcon
Summary: Continuation of prompt 48 with rook.
Notes: I listened to camila cabello’s shameless for this. Also, DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT!!!
In the musty restroom hidden away from the public eye, Rook had made his move on you while you were unsuspecting to his shadow lingering around you all day. It was a single toilet restroom hidden in a little alleyway of the small shopping district of the town between Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy. The sun was setting, which meant that shops were closing soon and that people would be leaving.
Despite the location, Rook would follow you, finding that a private location where you were alone was much better than other times when you would be surrounded by friends. No, he wanted you alone and all to himself. For once, he did not feel the slightest bit guilty for being selfish. He will allow himself this Vice if it meant choosing between confessing his love or not confessing it at all.
He gracelessly peeled away the layers of your clothes, pawing at every bit of exposed skin he could find, kissing it as his gaze devoured you in sick admiration.
“Don’t hide from me, amour,” Rook sighs against your thigh, stroking skin as if it were the finest silk. “Nothing about you should be hidden.”
He rose from his knees, and from an angle you could see the damp spot in his underwear beneath his trousers from when he got himself off against your thigh. It was a pathetic sight, but to Rook it only showed how long he restrained himself for you. Once standing at his full height, you try to push him away, but he only presses you back against the tiled wall, tilting your head back so he could press his lips against yours and push his tongue in your mouth. His calloused hands begin to work up the expanse of your stomach and then reach for the buttons of your school shirt. One by one, each button pops open as his kisses take your breath away.
“Ah, you are more beautiful than I imagined,” Rook whispers against your lips, his eyes trailing down your body, inspecting you hastily, before trailing kisses from your lips, to your neck, and then right on your collarbone. Again, you try to push his head away but one of his large hands wraps around your wrists and pins them to the wall above your head.
“I know, if it were up to me I would be worshiping you in the privacy of my room, but I simply could not wait,” Rook confesses, pushing your bra up and diving down to latch onto one of your nipples. “You looked so divine wistfully walking around unaware of so many predators around you.”
“I could not let them have you to themselves.”
You mistakenly gasp his name in such an erotic way as his mouth gives the same treatment to your other breast. Such a reaction only excites Rook, his length hardening against your thigh again as he suckles harder on your chest, leaving blooming hickies. Rook moans when your legs shift uncomfortably, only to nudge against his erection and press against you harder. Suddenly, the stimulation on your chest stops as he releases you to go back into his knees and begin to peel at your underwear. At that moment, you begin to kick, only for Rook’s hands to grip at the underside of your knees and press on the bone bruisingly. It hurt, and the pain only stopped when you let him have his way.
“That’s it, amour, just give in to me,” he sighs breathlessly, his breath fanning against your crotch.
You call his name; whether to beg him to stop or to continue, you aren’t sure, but the way his tongue instantly finds your clit has you clawing on his scalp for any sort of reprieve. He does not seem to mind the pain, and in fact seems to get off to it, groaning against your most sensitive area and making it even more difficult to stifle your moans. His tongue would trace patterns around your sensitive bud, coming back to suck on it while pressing his fingers into your hole.
Your breath grows hitched and labored, and Rook’s wicked tongue only brings you closer and closer to release. Your thighs tremble and clench around his head, and again, Rook could care less if you suffocated him right then and there with your thighs. With the hand that skillfully toyed with you, your fluids ran down his wrist, and when he pulled his hand away, he stopped briefly to lap at the mess like a dog.
“Mon dieu, I could never get enough of you,” he chuckles almost as if he was surprised at how desperate he would be for you.
Almost immediately after he says that, his tongue darts back to your clit to suck on it hard enough to have you squirm in his grip. The sheer suddenness of this brings you over the edge. With nothing to hold on to, your hands instinctively find Rook’s blond hair, grasping it by the roots and trying to push him away when the overstimulation has your nerves panicking. Rook eventually allows you to pull him away, licking his lips as you do so, and your legs begin to give away. Rook does not let you fall, however, catching you and holding your body weight up with his own.
“Oh, non non,” Rook tuts “don’t collapse on me just yet cherie, we haven’t even gotten to the best part!”
You give a disapproving sound that gets cut off by Rook’s lips on yours again. From your peripheral vision, you notice Rook’s hands removing his trousers, and his cock springs from his underwear, hot, heavy, and leaking with painful arousal.
“Please, amour,” Rook kisses your lips softly “please let me show you how much I adore you.”
He does not let you respond as he feeds his cock into your tight entrance, earning a gasp from your lips. Your knees buckle at the pain of the stretch, his cock too thick for you to handle, and your previous orgasm making you grip him like a vice. Rook’s hands and legs keep you upright and pinned to the wall as he fucks into you slowly, devouring your lips has be does so. When his entire length settles inside you, you squeak beneath his lips at the pressure you feel in your abdomen.
Meanwhile, Rook’s breath is uneven and his eyes are squeezed shut in pure bliss. When he opens his eyes, verdant irises clouded by lust gaze at you lovingly, as if you were the most precious thing in his eyes. Yet his most precious person was struggling to feel the full extent of his love, so he tilts your chin up with his index finger and thumb and presses light kisses to your temple and cheek, avoiding your lips as he trails down your neck to the sensitive skin of your neck. His hands then move to find yours to lace them together as he begins to thrust shallowly into your cunt.
You despise Rook for doing this to you, but your body seems to throw you into a river of denial. That sickening pressure in your core had warped into liquid hot pleasure after enough time had passed that you two were entwined together. His pace was gentle, as were his lips trying to coax you into this pit of pleasure he refused to be alone in. Once your body had relaxed in his hold, his pace began to pick up, and soft bites began to turn into blooming hickies and teeth marks.
Rook did not even try to stop you once your saccharine whimpers turned into moans. The sound was music to his ears, and he only wished to hear more. When his cock finds a special spot inside of you that makes your body jolt, Rook is quick to abuse that sweet spot of yours to the point of tears. His left hand unclasps from yours as his fingers find your clit to push you to your orgasm. When he feels you tightening deliciously around him his lips find yours and his tongue sloppily pushes its way into your mouth, muffling both your moans and his.
It is searing hot when Rook’s cum fills you up, and the sensation alone was enough to bring you over the edge along with his fingers working gentle circles over your clit. Rook remains still as his fingers continue to ride your high just a little while longer as you twitch in his hold, and when he pulls out, your body gives in to exhaustion as it slumps against Rook’s form. He slowly lowers himself to the ground as he takes your body with him, uttering sweet nothings into your ear while stroking at your back soothingly. He holds you on his lap for some time, simply enjoying your warmth in his arms. You, however, simply let him be, choosing to not ruin this little death with silly little thoughts.
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ash-rigby · 29 days
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Something fun about being an erotica writer is saying, "Oh yeah, I'll write about [x kink] someday. I'm not into it, but exploring it might be interesting." And then you actually decide to do so and halfway through are like, "Hold on...🥵"
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improbable-outset · 2 months
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📄 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲
Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader
𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k
𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Married couple, Unprotected sex, SMUT, kissing, vaginal fingering, brief cum eating, tit sucking, giving Miguel a hand job while he explains the male anatomy 🫡 brief praises, body worship, eventual breeding kink, mentions of contraceptive pills, couple role play(?)
𝐀/𝐍: Is it me or has tumblr updated and it’s harder to use now?? Like I can’t move images like I used to?! Anyways this is inspired by c.ai again as well as one of my old mutuals fic (Salty if you see this, hey bestie!! That Doc fic examining player still lives rent free in my head!) Anyways, enjoy!!
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In an effort to make amends for neglecting Miguel, you dedicate a night to spend quality time together. However, Miguel has other ideas to make the evening unforgettable— using science.
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Your joints clicked as you stood up from your work chair. You’ve finally finished your project that you’ve been putting your blood, sweat and tears into and sacrificed your sleeping schedule to complete.
Your body felt stiff and heavy from sitting in one place for so long. The apartment was quiet as expected to be at this late hour, amplifying the creaks of your joints.
You switched off the monitor before you left your office and plodded upstairs to the bedroom with heavy steps and slouching shoulders.
You found Miguel in the bedroom, engrossed in tinkering with his watch with only his sweatpants on and no shirt.
His eyes crinkled up as he sensed your presence. “There she is…”
You didn’t feel like you deserved his acknowledgment, let alone his affection, especially the way you’ve neglected him for your work the past few days.
He didn’t expect you to say anything back but he felt the weight of your solemn expression, “¿Estás bien?
You shake your head mutely in response, guilt washing over you. He stepped closer, closing the distance with a gentle stride. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”
Your mouth was dry from the lack of fluids you’ve been avoiding, making your voice slightly hoarse “I’m sorry, I’ve been pushing you away.”
He lowered himself and held your chin with his thumb to tilt your head up so you would look at him. The gesture made your heart ache.
“Is that why you’re upset? You know I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come back to you mi alma,” he murmured.
Even if he did lower himself to be level with you, he still felt bigger. It made you feel protected, the way he towered over you with his large frame.
The holographic lamp illuminated the room, casting a gentle glow. With its subtle lighting you could see the crimson gleam from Miguel’s eyes, which melted the weight of your stress from the past few days and the newfound guilt.
You were glad the main light wasn’t on to flood the room with its sickening bright glow that would scream at you — your eyes needed a rest from the screen and the absence of flood lights gave that comfort you needed.
He leaned in to kiss you and you tiptoed to deepen the kiss. It felt refreshing, feeling his lips again— almost like an anchor that kept you grounded.
You wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist. His tongue teased your lips before slipping in, tasting you and you let him take his fill of you before pulling away.
“Miguel…” you breathed, hesitant to break the peace in the room.
“How about we shift our focus on a different kind of study.” He suggested. There was a lighthearted undertone in his sentence that you tried to articulate.
You cocked your brow inquisitively until you remembered Miguel’s background in the science field. “Study? As in science?”
“Science is such a broad term. Let’s start with biology and anatomy,”
You heart stuttered in both anticipation and excitement along with your core already throbbing. You could already sense where this was going as soon as you heard anatomy. The atmosphere felt charged guided by the intimate spirit of Miguel’s proposal.
He lifted you up before gently placing you on the bed.
Being a skilled geneticist, Miguel seized every opportunity to share random biology facts, particularly in the most unexpected moments with you.
It was one of the many things you found attractive about him, especially seeing him being so engrossed in explaining things to you in a way you would understand. It made the complexities of biology feel like an intimate and shared journey.
But you’ve never seen him act like this before sex. Perhaps he was trying something new to keep the spark alive.
“How about we remove your clothes.” His hands hiked up beneath your shirt as he spoke.
“Is this part of the biology teaching?” You asked.
“Let’s just say it’s part of the more practical application.” He removed your shirt and your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. “And you’re the specimen.”
You were amused with where this was going, seeing Miguel’s professional act starting to surface. A scientist eager to teach (and please).
You felt him run his hand over your neck. Spots of goosebumps rose on your skin from the cool air in the room.
“Your skin is so soft…” He murmured into your sensitive skin, making you shiver.
Another advantage of being married to a geneticist was that Miguel knew all the sensitive areas on the body and what made you tick. Even before you did anything together, he was aware of all the areas that could arouse a woman.
His lips grazed over your collarbone, trailing down to where it meets the shoulders.
“The collarbone is connected to your shoulders by the supraclavicular ligament,” he explained softly. He kissed the soft skin around the area.
“Suprac—clavic—ular ligament—” Each syllable accelerated in pitch as you tried to repeat after him.
His hand reached behind your back to unclip your bra before slipping them off, one strap at a time.
Your breasts were now fully exposed and he reached over and cupped one with his large hands.
“The breasts are a collection of organs that play an important role in the reproduction of human females, amor. They are key to producing milk,” He kissed along your chest until he reached the valley between the two breasts.
“They also serve to attract a sexual partner…which seems to be working on us.”
You didn’t expect him to lick the skin where his lips hovered over between your breasts. You shuddered in shock until he pulled away to look up at you again.
“They’re also erogenous zones, making them more sensitive to simulations. Would you like me to demonstrate?” You nodded in response.
You managed to catch the corner of his lips curve up in amusement, even if he made a concerted effort to conceal how turned on he was right now.
He wore the familiar analytical veneer he always carried when he was working in the lab, except this time you could see his excitement babbling beneath the surface.
He dipped his head until his mouth latched onto one of your breasts. Despite knowing this was going to happen, you couldn’t help the surprise whimper that slipped from your mouth.
His tongue lapped over your hardened nipple while his other hand still fondled with your other breast. You groaned out from his touches, running one of your hands over the locks of his hair.
It was flattering, seeing Miguel soaking in everything from you, even when you felt like you had little to offer. Miguel seemed to never get enough of you and to this day, your heart still leaped out of you chest with him around.
He released your nipples and you were met with hooded crimson eyes, dazed and awestrucked. You couldn’t stop your shoulders from bunching together in shyness at him.
He moneuvered you so you were laying your back on the bed. Two broad arms rested besides you on the bed with his abs displayed over you.
“Between the legs are the female reproductive system, we’ll be focusing on the labia minora and the labia majora for this lesson,”
He pulled your panties down, revealing your wetness between your thighs.
A sudden rush of cold air brushed against your folds, making you more wet and exposed. His hand reached over, extending out of your line of sight until his fingers were lightly stroking around the delicate flesh.
“The labia minora is a set of two fleshy folds that form around the inner portion of the labia majora. They are positioned around the vaginal opening to protect the urethra and…”
You gasped when you felt one of his fingers slip into your slick cunt before slowly moving in and out of you.
“…and the vagina.”
His sentence was finished off with the soft sounds of your slick from his fingers along with your breathy moans. Your walls fluttered around his finger while he slipped in another digit in, prompting you to grip onto the sheets tightly.
He moved to your ear and spoke in a lowered tone, his breath brushing against your earlobe. “Do you remember which hormones are released when a person is aroused?”
He rubbed his thumb over your swollen clit while watching you fall apart from his touches. You couldn’t fully process the question in your head, let alone form a coherent response.
“God— Miguel-!” You babbled out.
“Come on amor, I know you know the answer,” he coaxed, having the audacity to continue teasing your cunt with his fingers.
He was going to keep teasing until he got an answer from you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he refused to let you come too until you responded to him with the right answer.
“O-oxytocin and…hm-m…serotonin?” Your words came staggered and breathless. You were fighting the urge to rock your hips further to ride on his finger but you knew better not to push your luck. This was for science after all.
“Such a smart wife. Are you feeling it, amor? The euphoric feeling and the release of the hormones throughout your body?” Miguel was still near your ear as he asked.
You were so drawn into bliss, you almost forgot about the whole biology lesson and the practical demonstration.
You could tell that watching how responsive you were to his touches excited him, especially if it included him talking about what he knew best.
He withdrew his his hands away and curved his finger so none of your slick slipped away. He spread his fingers apart, watching the string of your fluids clinging onto the pads of his fingers.
You felt your face heat up in astonishment, you’ve never seen yourself leak that much before.
You weren’t surprised to see him stick his fingers in his mouth to clean himself up. He ate you out before so this was nothing new to him.
Once he was satisfied, he manoeuvred himself to remove his pants along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock. Despite the low lighting, you could still see it throbbing and the veins lining on the skin.
You sat up enough so you could reach to his cock. You wrapped your hand around his length, earning a low groan from him. “Since we covered the female, do you wanna walk me through the male anatomy now?”
You swiped your thumb over the tip where his pre-cum was leaking from. You were purposefully tormenting him now.
“You’re unbelievable,” he grunted, but you could clearly see he couldn’t stop the grin tugging on his lips.
“Come on Mig, do it for biology,”
You started stroking his length, making sure you touched every part of his skin from the base to the tip.
His breathing became shallow with low whimpers stringing out but he tried to compose himself before he spoke.
“The penis and the testicles both….have a lot of blood flow to them but— hmm.. the main purpose of the testicles is to produce testosterone and—” He couldn’t help the low moan that came out when he felt you increase your pace, but he was still determined to finish.
“Go on…” you prodded.
“…produce testosterone and sperm cells…dios— the penis….the penis is the biggest part of the male anatomy. It allows urination, ejaculation or urine and semen, shit! It also helps the male with erection-!” He finished off the last sentence in one shaky breath. Your hand came to a halt around his tip.
“Thanks for the clarification…” You released his dick swiftly, satisfied by his explanation.
After catching his breath and recomposing himself, Miguel positioned himself so his dick was near your opening. His tip nuzzled against your folds with you silky walls clenching desperately onto nothingness.
You were ready for him, even your clit was throbbing in anticipation, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him inside you right now.
“Now that we’ve completed the preliminary, I think we should come to the conclusion,” he said.
You couldn’t help the breathy giggles from your lips. He was really immersing himself in the role, playing the part of a tutor with dedication and charm.
He pushed himself inside of you. You haven’t done anything in a while so you had to allow yourself to readjust to his length again.
You fleshy walls struggled to open up but eventually you did accomodate to his size, feeling the familiarity of him.
Once he was all the way in, he came to a halt. Feeling yourself stretch out for him was dizzying. But sudden realisation hit you.
“Miguel, I might be on my fertility window…” you interjected, a tinge of nervousness in your voice.
While you and Miguel have discussed growing a family together in the past, the timing never felt right, and you weren’t ready for the responsibility of motherhood yet.
You’ve been taking birth control pills for your peace of mind. However, with the onset of your work project, you’ve stopped taking the pills and your body was still adjusting to the withdrawal— including your accelerated libido.
Miguel’s face didn’t falter but you could practically see the gears turning in his head from your statement. Everything felt more apparent, especially now with his dick buried inside of you.
“What are you trying to tell me, amor?” You could feel his cock twitching in anticipation inside of you and touching your cervix, almost making you lose your bearing.
“I’m off the pills Miguel. So there’s a chance that I might get knocked up after this…but it is part of biology, right?”
You ran your hands over his broad chest and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch before resting his forehead on yours.
“You wanna be a mami?” He asked, assuring full clarity and consent from you.
Miguel, a devoted lover, would do anything to make you happy and would give you a family if that’s what you wished for. You nodded and that’s when you knew, he was ready for fatherhood too.
Your hands now wrapped around his naps, fingers lacing together. His gaze dropping to where you bodies joined.
He dragged himself out, feeling the suction from your walls, before snapping his hips back in again. The friction against your walls forced a whine out of you.
He began rolling his hips repeatedly against you in a steady rhythm, each slap ending in a jolt of overwhelming ecstasy. Your fingers were losing their grip around his neck and your hands slipped, with your nails now pressing onto his back.
Your mind and senses started to evaporate and all you could think of right now was chasing your high and Miguel filling you up with his cum, staining you and finally getting you pregnant.
You wanted to feel him for weeks, feel how much he stretched you and filled you. Your nails were digging further into his back as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting your cervix with each snap of his hips.
“Gimme a baby, Mig.” You moaned out, the mere throughly of him breeding you drove you insane. You needed his fill, you needed him to knock you up.
“Sí amor, I’ll give you as many babies as you want,”
His thrusts became more sporadic and you sensed he was lost in a haze too. A few strands of his hair stuck to the moisture that developed on his forehead. You were sinking further into the sheets, taking in everything he was giving you.
The room filled with the bed creaking in protest and the slap of his hips into yours. Soon, his pace became sloppy and uneven.
You watched the familiar trence of your husband’s climax unfold. You always felt a sense of pride knowing that only you could see him so scattered outside the composed and stoic demeanor that everyone else was used to.
His brows furrowed in full concentration and his words came out messy and slurred along with strings of your name.
He finished off with his cum pulsating inside of you in thick loads. He didn’t pull his his hips back until both balls were drenched into you. You felt your walls clenched from the withdrawal as he pulled out.
Immediately, Miguel grabbed one of the pillows and positioned it beneath you, elevating your rear.
“Keep it in there,” he instructed. He didn’t want any of his cum to go to waste and leak out.
He starts to massage your thighs to sooth any aches you were feeling. You mind drifted back to the birth control pill that you still kept in the cabinet. There was still another box left, yet you knew that you weren’t planning to take them anymore.
You mentally reminded yourself to dispose them in the morning. You looked up at Miguel again, who was still massaging your thighs.
You sighed. “You know there’s a chance I might not get pregnant the first time…”
In that moment, vulnerability wrapped around your words which connected the both of you in shared acknowledgment.
You let your mind wandered about finally getting pregnant, with Miguel praising you and kissing your swollen belly. You imagined all the appointments you’d have to attend to, leading up to the day of your baby’s arrival.
“So, does that mean we’ll be having more biology classes?” Miguel stopped massaging and spread you legs again to display your slick core.
“I think so…how about another round?”
He leaned into kiss your forehead. “I’m down if you are.”
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eloquent-edits · 16 days
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🗡️ “I can assure you, we are just friends.”
definitely not something that’s a little more than friends 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts
While Person A is chatting with their friends, Person B sidles up to A and subtly trails a finger up their spine (does A stutter? go completely silent at the electricity going through their body? start to get red but manage to keep their composure? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS)
B begs A to not leave any marks because they just can’t let this secret get out
For that beach episode: A takes off their shirt, exposing scratch marks from a recent session… B hides a sly grin as A is questioned about who they’re with
A is very physically affectionate in general, but has fallen into the habit of only bothering B in public with it
^ A wants to interact with B in many ways and just ends up biting their arm jokingly to satiate that desire (yes, their friends think this is weird)
B needs to be held accountable for finishing their work, so A comes over to hang out… they do not get work done for a while
At a party, B can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when they spot A flirting with someone
A’s childhood friend is in town and A is super excited to have them meet B (B is quietly panicking over making a good impression and wondering what A has said about them)
A and B are in the same anatomy class and they spend a lot of time studying together (A is most certainly a hands-on learner hehehehe)
“Is that B’s shirt?” “What? Oh, uh, yes… My shirt got dirty the last time I was over there so they’re washing mine for me.”
“Is that A’s shirt?” “Yes. What about it?” “…Does A know you have their shirt?” “Nope!”
They really only planned on the midnight rendezvous, not falling asleep afterwards, so A and B go get morning coffee together (they are both very grumpy but still enjoying each other’s company)
Inside jokes during sexy times bleed into their normal banter, leading to some questionable looks from their friends
A gets a little drunk and B expects them to slip up and expose their true relationship, but instead A is very wholesome and remains steadfast on their boundaries; B is so proud of them for this
B is desperately trying to get something off their mind, so A offers a distraction for the night… it’s Mario Kart and whoever loses owes the other a favor
Any of their plans to go out have to include wiggle room in case they get preoccupied (soon it’s not just B that’s always late to events)
While their friends are occupied in another room, A and B intertwine their bodies and try to stay quiet—key word here is TRY
“I bet A would really like [insert kink here]…” “Nah, they’re not really into that.” “How the fuck do you know that?”
All their friends take the BDSM test as a joke and A and B secretly take notes on what the other person likes/dislikes to make the benefits side better
If given the choice, A will always pick the seat next to B so they can tease them under the table
During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)
Whenever B cracks yet another terrible joke, A has to refrain from kissing it off their face
A and B take a break from the benefits whenever one of them wants to pursue someone else (your characters can have healthy boundaries and communication!!! I am BEGGING y’all to write characters that actually communicate with each other)
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love-toxin · 5 months
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bonus night - mike schmidt
plot: jk it's just por-//SHOT
(cws: fem!reader, FNAF movie spoilers!!!, rough sex, riding, begging, a teeny tiny taste of dom mike, tit sucking, bruising, protected sex w/ a twist, post-fnaf canon, established relationship)
wc: 2k
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There's absolutely no question that it's been a long fucking day. One of many, in fact, both behind him and yet to come.
Aside from his sleep schedule still being tremendously fucked from that five night ordeal, Mike's also had the stress of landing a new job and keeping it this time. He's lucky–god, he's lucky that an old friend of his just happened to have a connection–but that just puts more pressure on his ability to keep a level head and not lose this one. Plus, with his meds cut out as well as a whole host of new traumas to keep him up at night it's almost more stressful than fighting for his own life. With today being the end of orientation and the first real shift on the job, it's finally sinking in that a new chapter of life has started but his problems are still an uphill battle.
Bills, backpay, rent, Abby's therapy, pacifying their aunt who was quite aghast at waking up disheveled on their living room floor…it's been a process to say the least. His one saving grace has been you. You. His beautiful, gentle angel, with a voice like sugar and honey and skin as soft as velvet, warm like a shallow pool on a summer's day that he'd want to float in for hours. You're so precious he can't think of a single thing he's done in life that tops being your lover, or even comes close.
Well…maybe there's one thing.
“Mike,” The squeaking of the bed beneath you just barely drowns out the high, sweet whimper that your voice has melted into. “Please baby, slow down-”
A squeaky “ah!” flies from your mouth regardless of that insistent plea, your lover's hips like stone pistons as he bucks up and topples you over to land back against his chest. He loves you there; the feeling of your tits squished against his chest as he holds your ass in an iron grip. Thumbs dig into each cheek, palms splayed out to keep you spread but still in your place–stretched enough to take him but tight enough not to let him slip out. Not even now, an hour after he carried you through the door over his shoulder, when his spit and cum and sweat have coalesced into a damp sheen spilling over his lap. Fuck the mess. He'll clean it up later, if he doesn't just throw his whole bundle of sheets into the wash to scrub away the evidence.
Each thump, thump, thump of your body thrown down rings more in your ears than his, but both of you feel it equally. Your womb kissed with hard, stinging passion on every thrust, and Mike's stomach twisting and flexing as his cockhead beats that spot raw, instincts begging him to drain all he has left inside. He's got lots of pent-up energy to spare, and on the one night that his sister's gone to a sleepover you can bet he took the chance to let some of it out. He'd barely had time to grab a condom–as eager as he was, it pales in comparison to the heat between your thighs when you see him get all riled up. If he'd let you put it on for him, you'd probably have it off in a second. Now he's just at the mercy of your needy and downright addictive pussy.
“Fuck!” Your mewls shift into a spitting, hissing curse when he bites down on one of those beautiful breasts of yours. Unlike what a weaker man would do, Mike isn't averse to leaving bruises–what else could be expected? He tries to be a gentleman in public and you always tell him he is, but the desire to put hands all over those pretty tits and mark his claim on them is second nature now. And no matter how much you'll complain about them being sore afterwards, you'll still push them in his face with that devilish look that's daring him to do it all over again.
Besides, he can't resist those things swinging right in front of him. And you'll forget the sting so quickly, his tongue will make short work of those shallow wounds you feel as he latches his lips and starts to suck. Greedily.
“Mike!”
Your hands in his hair won't stop him. But they don't really want to–as always you love to tug but you never push him back, you don't try to get any more space between you because what's already there is still not close enough.
God your whiny voice is so cute. He couldn't feel more lucky to have picked you up when he did. How would he know that the girl he helped out once for an ice cream would end up being his girlfriend? He just thought you were cute, and he felt bad seeing your face fall as you counted out your change in line, so he hadn't thought twice about the dollar he put down on the counter in your stead. Such an adorable little ditz, and now he's got you riding his lap and kissing him awake nearly every morning. If he wanted to catch a break, this is it.
“M-Mike, m'gonna cum,” Your whimpers dig into his ear and tug at the strings of his heart, his head already turned to soothe you with a low, soft shush brushed by your cheek. There there. With a stroke of your hair, you're melting again.
“Mhm,” He hums again, his warmth a lull following the furious heat that's been sparked by the friction of his hips pumping at a violent pace. “Shh, sh sh. We’ll go slow, I promise.” His murmuring muddies your head, his fingers descending quickly towards their destination. Once they reach it at the crest of your soft, pudgy mound that's been brutalized by his cock, he's glad to see you finally let that tension go as you slump forward into his chest. You just need to cling to him for awhile, and he certainly won't be complaining.
The smell of your sweat, your heat, your sleek, soft tongue wetting the bruises your teeth leave in his throat, all that whining and groaning and high, girlish squealing as your hips hump his lap–these and more are all reasons he has to absolutely worship you. Your starry-eyed gaze as you look upon him in ecstasy etches itself into his very soul. He won't ever forget this…he won't ever forget you. Not the warmth of you both being cheek-to-cheek, your hand coaxing out his end as it trails reverently from his jaw down his heaving chest.
“Pleeeeease,” You whisper, so achingly sweet he could cry as easily as cum. “Please, baby?”
Please. Such a pretty word. Prettier from your mouth most of all, so pretty it hurts–nearly stings as he digs his nails in and leaves marks on each cheek, though it will moreso for you when you wince at sitting down at your desk tomorrow morning. You're shaking, trembling more like, and even if he made you wait for it you wouldn't be able to obey. The spasms wracking through you can't be controlled, nor can the grind of your hips down as you let those strong hands drag you all the way to the base. So far that it causes a twinge in your expression as the orgasm passes, your ecstasy blotting out the stretch that you're gonna feel all the way up to your hips in the morning.
But he's got to get in deep, has to make it ache, so he's got a grip so firm it's trembling up his arms and you're shaking even harder on top of him as he digs in and lets loose. There's no question he's hit your womb, it's more curious to whether he's broken through it or not…by the way you bite down on his shoulder and bear the pressure, though, he must be nearly there. Nearly squeezing through that tight, tight wall so he's draining his seed right where it's meant to be. And you paw at him all the while, lower lip quivering, tears threatening to spill, yet you won't let up on rubbing yourself back on his thighs–it just isn't enough until you've taken all he has to give, and even then he can spot that gleam in your eyes that begs for even more. The fact that the condom's split isn't even in his mind, it's floated so far away he won't think of it until it's too late to stop.
Yet all that heat hits the same end after the climax. The friction subsides, the breathing slows, and the two of you are left in content silence as you quietly come back to your senses. There's something even more intimate about losing oneself as a collective; being so hedonistic in pursuing an indulgence, yet facing the fear of baring your own heart to one you love in the process, and reaching an even more satisfying end as it all comes to a close. It's glorious. He wouldn't trade it for anything. He wouldn't trade sex for his own life now that he's had it with you. But, again, he's still coming down from the high–he’ll most certainly feel the embarrassment of losing himself so indulgently as the cool air from the AC starts setting in.
“Was that good, baby?” Your tone just drips with deliciously sinful innocence, god. You've got such a proud expression on your face as he finds the words through his post-coital haze, hands inching back down your ass to grab handfuls of it yet again. Once he's got a grip he tugs, and draws you closer to meet you in a kiss–and as wet as it still is from the exercise, the way you lean into it and giggle is just enough to send his heart burning into passionate flames yet again.
“Very. Always is.” Panting, sweaty, he'd have no trouble convincing the neighbors he was just having it out on a treadmill for the last hour. If he could afford one.
“The best you've ever had?”
“Best. Best and only. Can I get up now?”
“Mmm…” You make a show of thinking up your answer only to tap him on the nose as you lean forward over him. “...No. I like this.”
Mike claps you on the ass suddenly, the smack echoing loudly in his modest little bedroom and eliciting a squeal from you that's just as punctual. Your squirming only draws a heat up inside him again though, and he knows better than anyone that that's exactly what you want. You'd be happy if he never got out of bed again, and if he spent all day with his cock nestled nice and warm inside you.
“Up. I gotta piss. Don't make me count.”
“Fiiiiiiine.” Huffy and puffy as always, you soon relent and slip off with a bit of manoeuvring to flop into bed beside him. “Can I at least hold it?” Rather than say something equally as shameful, he just pushes his pillow over your face with reddened cheeks and ducks with laughter as you launch it back at him, already up and on his way to the bathroom to wash off–and to soon find the evidence of that broken contraception that's definitely gonna plant a seed of worry in him when he realizes. Or…maybe not. God knows how many jokes you've made about wasting his cumshots in your mouth, and how often you've jumped him with no inkling of whether he's got a rubber in reach or not.
Maybe this is just another chapter of life, one more stage he's been readying himself for unconsciously. Whatever it comes with, he's gonna be beside you either way–so in a sense, he's more prepared than he's ever been to face what lies ahead.
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