Hi guys. I very much apologise for the long inactivity. I have not been in a state to write whatsoever.
My mother passed away in late December after a battle with pancreatic cancer. I’d rather not go into a lot of details, but obviously, I have spent the last few months mourning. I’ve been seeing my therapist more regularly and trying to recover from the grief. I’d like to return to writing sometime in the next month. It was a coping mechanism for me and I’m hoping it can help again. That’s not to say anything is set in stone, but hopefully I can return sometime soon.
Yesterday I saw a tiktok about a woman whose boyfriend would order pizza and then make her finish before it arrived and I just have to say that is without a doubt the most Higgs coded thing ever.
PART 1 - 100% Switch Energy ✦ PART 2 - Jealous Little Boy ✦ PART 3 - Permission Required ✦ PART 4 - Attack Dog
PART 5
.⊹ Charged Control ⊹ ₊ ݁
When Higgs has to recharge in his coffin, he's immobile but still conscious. And as it turns out, his body is still tantalisingly responsive.
as usual, enjoy x
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smut ✧ mecha Higgs ✧ f!reader ✧ no use of y/n ✧ Higgs being reduced to a whimpering, touch-starved puddle
warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, explicit consent, sub/dom, initial resistance to being submissive, choking, tentacle restraints, tentacle c**k, orgasm denial, teasing, edging, begging, hand job, oral (m receiving), tiny bit of knife violence, some fluff but mostly smut
note: Higgs is unable to move his body while recharging in his coffin, but he can still feel and control his tentacles, you know, cause he needs to for the plot.
another note: if tentacle *cough* appendages ain't your thing, don't read this
Higgs had been determined to return to you from the Beach, by any means necessary. Ever a man of impeccable resourcefulness, he’d found a way to obtain the cooperation of the APAS members that he shared his imprisonment with, utilising their access to chiral printers to create a proxy body for himself.
Due to Higgs’ mechanical facsimile essentially being a machine, it functioned like one, requiring the occasional ‘sleep’ in the form of recharging. You’d questioned why Higgs had chosen for his charging hub, which also served as a mode of transport, to be in the form of a coffin. In fact you’d also questioned why he’d designed his entire mechanical counterpart to look the way it did. But — that’s a story for another time, irrelevant to this tale of sweet submission.
All that matters right now, is the knowledge that when Higgs is recharging, he’s cut off from his motor functions. This was only the second time he’d recharged in your presence. Usually, for safety purposes, he’d shut the coffin lid and sink into the safety of the tar currents, but recently with you, he’d started to let himself remain conscious. An opportunity for more human contact with the only person he loved who also loved him back, something that he didn’t want to waste.
The first time he’d done this, you’d discovered he could still speak, still feel and still control the mass of tentacles that occupied his mechanical shell. Again, why he had tentacles living inside him was a story for another time. The second you’d obtained this information, you’d had a delicious idea, one that had made you clench your thighs together as you imagined it.
In his previous life, Higgs had been a duality, switching between dominant and submissive, sometimes instantaneously. But sadly, you’d yet to witness him be submissive in this form. You adored the way he used to give himself over to you, whining and whimpering as he melted into a sticky puddle under your touch. But as he was now, he’d been dominant in every sexual encounter you’d had so far. Of which there were many by the way. You suspected it was because he finally felt confident in this form, strong and unbreakable compared to how he’d felt as a human. You missed it dearly and you’d tried several times, attempting to command him, making beg, but the result was always the same — a heavy wrist grabbing yours to stop your teasing touches, forcing your hands where he wanted them instead, or a heavy push of his body keeping you still and under control. You still loved him like that, but you missed the sound he made when he whimpered.
So upon discovering that he was unable to move while recharging? Well you knew that was your chance. Can’t dominate me if you can’t move can you Higgs?
So — you approached where Higgs currently lay recharging, his body safe and secure in the confides of his coffin. He watched you approach, his expression suddenly becoming one of curious anticipation as you sat down atop him. You couldn’t straddle his waist the way you usually would, with your knees snugly against his thighs, but you made do — even though your legs had remain outside the coffin, you were still able to sit heavily where you wanted it to, applying enough pressure to imply your intentions, maybe even more so.
You reached down and began to unclasp one of his armour plates. Higgs watched you, a curious look on his face, but also a slight smirk of anticipatory enjoyment. Little did he know, he wasn’t going to enjoy what you were planning on doing to him. He could see everything you did, his body not resting completely flat on his back, but on an angle, his upper half reclined akin to the way you’d lay on a hospital bed or dentists chair.
“Baby what are ya doin’?”
The slight hint of panic in his voice made you smirk. You replied without looking at him, fingers still working deftly to remove his armour plates, something you’d done many, many times since Higgs had modified himself to be able to feel through the black silicone-skin that formed around his mechanical frame.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
Higgs let out a single chuckle, almost a scoff, like he couldn’t believe the nerve of you asking a rhetorical question.
“Looks like you’re removin’ all my armour plates.”
“Smart boy.”
The overtly mocking tone you used was one that you’d use when praising a dog, and it was oh so satisfying to see that it had the desired effect. Higgs’ chest spasmed slightly, the result of his breath catching in his throat as he inhaled sharply. He spoke with his eyes starting to widen, unable to hide the faint look of curious concern within them.
“W-why?”
“You wanted to be touched didn’t you?”
This is when you realised that even though he couldn’t move his body, his muscles could still certainly move. They did just that, his slick silicone layer seemingly rippling as he tensed almost systematically through his entire body.
“Come on, ya know I meant after I’d recharged.” There was a slight trace of concern in his voice.
“I know, but I decided it’d be more fun to do it now.”
You’d met his gaze as you spoke for full effect, and you were so glad you did because you saw his expression shift from one of cocky, anticipatory interest, to one of disconcertment. His eyes widened as you saw him take a deep ragged breath, as if he was trying to suffocate his rising panic. It was priceless.
You placed the final plate of armour gently down next to the coffin, Higgs’ body now laid bare apart from the glowing plates on his abdomen, their permanent low hum vibrating under your fingertips. You watched his guts react to your touch, coiling and squirming as you gently tapped your fingers over the glowing surface.
“I’ll be vulnerable like this darlin’.”
While you knew that he would actually be concerned about that, you also knew that he was currently saying it as a way of asking you to stop, without admitting that he was asking you to stop. You leant down over this body, hips still providing pressure on his groin, as you rested an elbow onto his chest. You used that arm to support yourself as you gently cupped his face with your other hand, thumb running over his cheek comfortingly. Mockingly comfortingly.
“There’s no one else here. And, if a threat does arrive, you can use your tentacles to lift me off, and then close the lid.”
Your smile was overly reassuring and smug in the fact that you just erased that reasoning from the equation. He’d have to try harder to get you to stop — mmm, hopefully he’d beg.
“Oh, unless it’s me you’re afraid of?” An overly mocking suggestion made in a degrading tone, said with the gentle caress of your fingers as they traced over a line of golden tears.
Higgs scoffed but the panic in his eyes as he averted his gaze contradicted any level of cockiness that he was trying to present. “Sweetheart, I ain’t afraid of you.”
“Oh — then you have nothing to worry about do you my sweet boy.”
Higgs’ breath hitched as you met your lips to his, kissed him deep, your hand still cupping his cheek as he kissed you back. He moaned into your mouth, slimy tentacle tongue brushing against yours as you passionately kissed this man you were hoping you were about to break so beautifully. Where you lay atop him, you could feel his ‘muscles’ throb and contract. They lay beneath the later of silicone-skin, bundles of wires and silicone strands, resembling muscles fibres and tissues. And even though he couldn’t control them right now, they were still extremely responsive.
You smirked as you pulled back slowly, meeting Higgs’ gaze before leaning back in to lick the small trail of tar his tentacle tongue had caused to dribble into his lower lip. You heard him take a shuddered breath as you licked along the seam connecting his faceplate to his mechanical frame, your tongue slowly trailing up to lick the back of his ear.
You were hit with the taste of tar, luckily a taste you’d become used to seeing that Higgs practically oozed it from every seam of his mech. It now made up his bodily fluids, saliva, blood and even come, all thick and black, the same as what seemed to cover his silicone skin at all times.
Higgs moaned, the thick wiring that made up his neck muscles twitching under your tongue. Your hands begun roaming, feeling the soft, tar slick surface of Higgs’ skin ripple as you teased your fingers over his chest. You teased your fingers over where his nipples would be, and hilariously Higgs’ breath hitched as if imagining the pleasure it would have caused. Your touch was delicate, intentionally too delicate, intended to cause him the same discomfort as it had when you used to gently touch his real body. And oh boy did it.
“For fucks sake, touch me harder.”
Demanding words spoken as a command, an intended display of dominance. Cute. The dominance didn’t land, because you knew they were spoken because he was in discomfort, a man forced to receive gentle touch when he preferred forceful ones. You smirked to yourself, knowing that you were making him fear what your intentions were while he lay there unable to defend himself.
You ignored his adorable ‘demand’, continuing to trail your fingers over the bulging bundles of wires that protruded through his silicone skin. When he’d been injured in the past, you’d seen what his insides were like, thick bundles of wire and cable, like you’d see behind a large computer server. They bulged through his skin like veins, throbbing and twitching like muscles.
You smirked as you felt a throb under your hips, which were still sitting heavy and firm over his groin. He currently had nothing there, but with his metal crotch plate removed, there was the potential for something to be there. An increasingly — ever growing — potential. A potential that Higgs clearly felt as well as he groaned in what sounded like discomfort, still unable to move his hips even an inch.
“Oh shit — baby, what’s your plan here?”
His words came out like they were trying to demand an answer, but they were laced with a heavy dose of panic and desperation.
You stopped licking his neck and rose to face him, licking your lips to clear off any remnants of tar. Your gaze was dominating, and if all it took to be submissive was a look in your eyes, Higgs would be there right now. His eyes were wide and filled with a desperate longing, betraying his domineering tone as they searching yours desperately for answers.
“You’re gonna beg.”
A brief flash of something akin to fear flashed over his face as he swallowed heavily, an attempt to push that emotion deep down as he slipped his mask of confidence and dominance back on. He smirked and spoke as if he was entirely confident in his words. He wasn’t.
“Ah, I see. ‘Fraid to tell ya darlin’, that ain’t gonna happen.”
“Why not?”
“Cause I ain’t that man no more.”
“Oh really? Shame, I liked hearing him whine.” You lay down on Higgs’ chest, one hand sliding down the side of his waist and teasing over his hip, the other walking its fingers slowly along his shoulder. You spoke hot against his ear, not failing to miss the fact that as you began to speak, his silicone rippled as if he was tensing beneath it.
“I miss how he’d beg for me touch him. The way he’d cry for me as I overstimulated his cock.” You trailed your hand down over his hip and back up, fingers caressing the curve of his waist. You felt him tense, a shudder rippling underneath his black slimy skin. “He loved that, even though it hurt.”
“Darlin’ —”
“The way he’d cry and beg, and thank me for finally letting him come.” You ground your hips down against his groin in a slow arc, rubbing over the slit that you knew housed his now ever-growing proxy cock.
“Don’t —”
“The way he’d beg for me to bend him over and fuck him like the little strap slut he is.” You felt the muscles in his lower half jolt, a motion that you took to mean he’d be aching his hips up against you right now if he could.
“Fuck — stop —”
“Why what’s wrong?” You leant up to meet his gaze as you brought one hand to cup his face, thumb tracing over his jaw. He looked deeply panicked as you spoke overtly mockingly, condescendingly. “You said you weren’t him anymore right? These words shouldn’t bother you then should they?”
Higgs’ chest heaved slightly as he swallowed deep, clearly in denial about the effect your words were having on him. And this time, your words were spoken while meeting his gaze and your fingers delicately tracing over the chiral gold tears that adorned his cheeks.
“He used to leak in his boxers before I even really touched him. And he also loved being restrained, his cock all red and sore, leaking all over his abs.”
Higgs’ brows knitted together as his breath caught in his throat. His muscles were trembling now, almost vibrating as if they were trying to force his body to move, to escape this torture. You softly ran your fingertips over his lips, not intending for him to part them — but he did. So you slowly pushed a finger inside, smirking as you felt Higgs’ greet your finger with his slimy tentacle of a tongue. He brought if forward to lick your finger as he let out a small but audible moan.
“He’d let me collar and leash him. Oh and he used to love when I made him wear a cage, his cock all sore and desperate, aching for hours as he begged me to take it off. So he could feel me touch him, feel my lips around it.”
You felt Higgs’ tongue push against your finger firmly, forcing it out of his mouth.
“Enough. God, fuckin’ stop.” Words spoken as a command but contradicted by the fact that he was trembling. “I know what you’re doin’ an ya ain’t gonna get me to beg, I’m strong now.”
“Are you sure?” You reached around behind your back and unholstered something you’d hidden from him this entire time. Higgs’ face contorted into once of concern, his eyes widening as he saw what you were holding, it’s intention unknown but clearly intended as a threat.
You were holding a shiny gold dagger, forged of the finest chiralium by the man whose mechanical body was currently laying vulnerable below you. He watched in wide-eyed anticipation as you gently tapped it, flat side down, against his chest. As the dagger became dirty with tar, you maintained his gaze before bringing the dagger to your lips — and licking it clean.
Higgs shuddered and made a feint noise of concern and something deeper, arousal, unable to be stifled in time.
“Sweetheart?”
“Mmm?” You hummed quietly as you ran the back of the blade across his chest in small, squiggling patterns.
“W-what’s the dagger for?”
“Oh this? Well, seeing that you’re far too strong to obey me, it’s just an idle threat.”
“F-for what purpose?”
“Compliance my sweet boy.” You shifted downwards until you were sitting on Higgs’ thighs.
“Now — give me a tentacle.”
“W-what?”
Higgs was clearly taken aback by this request, a look of complete disbelief on his face. You asked again, intentionally wiping the pleasant smile off your face as you spoke firm and commanding.
“A tentacle. In my hand. Now.”
You watched as he obeyed, a slimy black tentacle emerging from somewhere behind his torso. It curled around his waist and trailed down his abdomen before reaching up and laying itself in the palm of your hand. You smiled as you gripped it, intent on moving it to where you had planned, but it resisted. Well, its owner resisted.
“Allow me to guide it.”
“No I don’t — shit.” A sentence cut short by a whine as you delicately tapped the chiral dagger on the tentacles length, reminding him of the threat.
“Let me guide it to where I want it to remain, or I’ll sever it, slowly, lengthways from its pretty little tip to its girthy base.”
What followed was a beautiful display of submission, a large and deep shuddered inhale of breath, the tentacle falling slack in your palm as Higgs looked at you with an expression that told you he was extremely conflicted. Panicked but anticipatory, the knowledge that this uncertainty may lead to pleasure. But at what cost.
“Good boy.”
You guided the tentacle to rest on Higgs’ thigh, just above where you sat. You poked its tip around his outer thigh, implying where you wanted it to go.
“Wrap it around.”
As Higgs complied, he obviously realised what your intention was, and of course, decided to mock you for it.
“If my body’s too heavy for ya to move, maybe ya don’t deserve to play with it.”
You both knew you couldn’t move him when he was immobile, his metal frame far too heavy to be lifted without assistance. You had considered asking him to lay his legs over the edge of the coffin before he started to charge, but that would have made him suspicious about why you’d wanted his thighs spread open wide. So now, with his legs shut tightly together in the confines of the coffin, you needed him to move them with the aid of the tentacles.
You chuckled at his attempt to mock you. “Oh what this? Big, brave talk for someone who’s currently unable to move themselves either. Spread your legs, dangle them over the side.”
“No.” A single word spoken with a smirk that clearly hadn’t told the rest of his face that they were attempting to look fearless and tough.
“I think you will.” You traced the back of the gold dagger down the side of his ribs, watching as the bundles of silicone muscle fibres under his skin rippled and tensed.
Higgs’ eyes challenged you, his expression still an adorable attempt at dominance, but one that was ultimately failing extremely badly. With the challenge posed, you called him on it. You rotated the dagger, its tip now held threateningly against his skin, posing a danger to the crux of where his real ribcage would end and meet the softness of his waist.
Higgs continued to hold your gaze, the attempted smirk still firmly on his face. Okay, that’s how he wants to play this? That was perfectly fine with you.
You grinned widely back and left a beautiful pause to catch Higgs’ expression change instantly to one of sheer concern — before you sunk the dagger in.
Higgs groaned, his breath instantly catching in his throat as his chest heaved, panic coursing through him but it was also mixed with something else. Pleasure. Upon hearing his groan, you decided you wanted to hear it again. You ground your hips down firmly against his groin, causing the groan which was still reverberating through his lips to deepen and increase in volume once more.
“Nghh — Ahh! Fuck —” The artificial muscles of Higgs’ torso spasmed so viciously that you’d be forgiven for thinking they were alive and writhing under the skin. Well actually, they sort of were.
You held the dagger still while you made your request again. “Dangle your legs over the sides of the coffin.”
Higgs hesitated, clearly attempting to see how far you’d go. So you twisted the blade, rotating it inside him as tar began to seep from his innards.
“Fine! Fuckin’ hell — fine.” You watched as another tentacle emerged from behind Higgs’ back. You stood and created space for the pair of tentacles to wrap themselves firmly around his legs, just below his knees. With no struggle at all, they manoeuvred Higgs’ heavy mechanical legs, draping them over the side of the coffin, its edge resting behind his knees.
“W-what now?”
“Now the real fun begins.”
You winked as you shifted to sit lower, positioning yourself to sit inside the coffin where Higgs’ legs had once lay. You slid slightly as you sat, the coffin interior covered in an impossible amount of tar. Your new position clearly caused panic in your sweet immobile boy.
“Baby please, I —”
“Oh begging already?” You smirked as you watched Higgs flounder slightly, attempting to excuse why he’d said ‘please’, because god forbid he say if for any reason other than begging.
“Hah, uh — no. Think you’ll find a dominant command can also be asked with a ‘please’.”
You could tell even he didn’t really believe that.
“Oh, my mistake. What were you going to ‘demand’ I do? Stop? You want to be touched don’t you?”
“If ya think this is gonna lead me to beg sweetheart, ‘fraid you’re sorely mistaken.”
“We’ll see.”
You ran your hand over his crotch, open palm, fingers splayed. Higgs made a noise like a whimper, but surely you were mistaken, this dominant man wouldn’t whimper.
You implicitly tapped his crotch with a finger, a non-verbal command that you expected Higgs’ to understand, it’s request the same as the previous one. And he did obey, you felt a small movement under the surface of his skin, and with the unholy sound of squelching, a tentacle slowly emerged from the small slit that lined Higgs’ crotch. Yes, the slit also had, let’s just say, uses other than housing his tentacle cock. But that was also a story for another time.
“Thank you Higgs. Glad to see my good boy is learning to obey without having to be asked.”
You shaped your hand into a ‘C’ shape as the tentacle slowly emerged, grasping it the way you would wrap your hand around his real one. You let your palm glide against them as they emerged, slick with tar and halting when they reached full length and girth. Beautiful. Potentially slightly overcompensatory, but, the time you mocked Higgs for that is — you guessed it — a tale for another time.
You returned your gaze to Higgs’ face to see him wide eyed and almost panting, his mouth hanging open slightly. He had full view of what you were doing, his body not resting completely flat on his back. His eyes were focused on his tentacle cock, but once he saw you look back at him, they met yours once more, wide and desperate, mouth still hanging open in shock and trepidation.
“Y-Ya gonna fuck me now?” Another attempt at making a dominant request, but undermined by his tone and expression. He’d have loved if that was the case, because it’d allow him to remain in charge. He’d suggested it, so if you did it, he was still in control. But no Higgs, that wasn’t what you were going to do.
“Not yet.”
You winked as you placed both your palms on his inner thighs and began to run them upwards, fingers tapping gently as your palms slid up his slimy silicone skin.
Higgs took a sharp, shaky inhale as your hands teased ever closer to his cock. But it was never your intention to touch it. Not yet anyway. You smiled to yourself as you let the sides of your fingers brush against his girthy base before proceeding to ignore his cock completely, hands running up and stopping still where his ‘V’ muscles would be. You felt his abdominal muscles contract and shift, an attempt at movement but one that was not going to come.
You did the same torture again, fingertips grazing his cock as you caressed his skin, never once applying the pressure to his now throbbing tentacle appendage. It seemed to writhe as if it were trying to reach and touch you.
You took it a step further, leaning down with your mouth temptingly close to the tentacle, intentionally letting a hot exhale of breath breeze over it. Higgs hissed, almost like he was in pain as your hot breath made his thigh muscles contract under your fingers. You sank lower, your hair gently brushing over his length, tickling in a way that made him ache uncomfortably.
“Ah fuck —”
You placed a soft kiss to his inner thigh, intentionally moaning as you followed it up with a lick. Tar covered your tongue as you continued to lick small lines up his thighs, placing kisses and letting him feel the occasional pressure of your teeth biting into his soft skin. As you moved your kisses, nibbles and licks higher, your fingers kneaded his thighs, feeling his muscles throb beneath your fingertips. You licked around the base of his cock, tongue making small teasing touches to his length. Too little to be pleasurable, but enough to be a frustrating tease.
You felt Higgs’ body spasm, his muscle fibres contracting suddenly under the surface. You’d started to distinguish these subtle movements. Each time his silicone skin rippled like a twitch. Each time they seemingly bulged slightly like a shudder. This spasm, would have been an arch of his hips. And you didn’t have to wait long for your suspicions to be confirmed.
“Fuck — baby I don’t think I can do this. My — shit — my hips keep wantin’ to arch up into ya but the can’t. It’s fuckin’ uncomfortable baby.”
“Good.”
“Just touch me.” Another attempt at dominance that was undermined by his expression and the fact that his words came out shaky and breathless.
“You want your cock touched?” You gave his tentacle cock a quick tap.
“Yes, of course I fuckin’ do!” Again, hilariously desperate sounding for a man who no longer wanted to beg for it.
“Hmm, okay.” You smirked as you saw Higgs’ brow crease, seemingly concerned by the fact that you’d given in so willingly. He was right to be concerned, because you hadn’t given in at all.
“Fuckin’ finally.”
You trailed the back of your finger up the length of his tentacle cock and rubbed it through the blob of — tarry pre-come, that had formed where at the junction of the where the several tentacles met. You then stroked him, hand curved, firm pressure up and down as you watched Higgs’ eyes roll back briefly as he moaned.
“Fuck — that’s it baby, don’t stop.”
You didn’t, both hands on him now, one twisting around his base and the other flicking over his tip.
“Shit- that’s it darlin’. Don’t ya dare stop. Stop and there’ll be consequences.” Oh wow, a bold claim from a cocky, not all subby boy, one who’d currently clearly confident that he’d get what he wanted. Blissfully unaware of the truth.
“Uhhh — use your tongue.” Oh, he was getting confident now. You did as he asked, keeping the rouse intact. You ‘obeyed’, licking one long flat lick up his length, from base to tip. Higgs’ muscles spasmed as you sunk down again, licking around his length like you would to stop an ice cream from dripping. You continued to pump him, unholy squelching filling the room as your hand ran over the suckers, giving them the occasional flick.
Higgs’ abdomen heaved as his guts coiled within their glowing pod on his stomach. A physical representation of the coil tightening, about to burst.
“Oh fuck — I’m gonna —”
Oh boy. He should not have said that.
You abruptly withdrew your hand, denying Higgs’ the friction he needed to orgasm, and the outburst it caused? Oh it was priceless, and of course, in no way because he was desperate and on the verge of breaking. No, not at all, not him.
“Fuck! Shit baby — the fuck was that for?!” His words were accented by groans of frustration, his chest heaving as a wave of discomfort washed through him. His tentacle cock visibly throbbed, its suckers seeming to pulse as it twitched, just mere inches from where your hands lay on his upper thighs.
“I said don’t stop! Not ‘make sure you edge me while I can’t move’!”
You moved to lean over him, body close to his, and you could feel the heat radiating from him as he continued to throw a tantrum.
“Just wait ’til I can move. You’re gonna —” A finger over his lips silenced him as you spoke intentionally close to his ear, your words intended to be a threat.
“Shh. You’re not going to come, until you beg for it.”
Higgs let out scoff. “Well we’ll be here a long time then won’t we? Probably until I’m done rechargin’. An’ the second I can move? Oh baby you’re gonna pay for this. I ain’t beggin’.”
As you leant back to face him, you’d been forgiven for thinking he hadn’t just threatened you, because he clearly hadn’t informed his face. There was not a shred of anger in it, his eyes wide, mouth agape, eyebrows knitted together in concern. His true emotions that failed to mask.
You reached up and cupped his jaw, finger running over his throat where his pale faceplate contrasted with the black silicone of his neck.
“Why?” You asked seriously, an inquisitive look on your face. One that caught Higgs of guard, his answer coming out uneven like he was trying to convince himself of the answer.
“Cause I — I ain’t like that no more. I — I’m strong now.” He was clearly attempting to convince himself of that, his voice coming out slightly cracked.
“You’re wrong.”
“What?” A genuinely surprised answer, shock making the word come out high-pitched.
“You’re wrong, because you were also strong before now Higgs. You’ve always been strong.”
Higgs’ breath caught in his throat as he averted his gaze, unwilling to look at you while you were complimenting him so deeply. He hated compliments, regardless of whether he knew you were wrong or not. In this case, you were wrong. He was weak before.
You cupped his face with both hands, thumbs gently stroking his jaw as you continued to meet his gaze, even if he wasn’t willing to meet yours. His chest was rising heavy beneath you, clearly in distress. You’d planned this, having wanted to tell him this for a while now but waiting until a time you knew he couldn’t find a way to avoid hearing it.
“Just because you’re in this body, you’re still you. And the Higgs I know, has always been strong. Strong enough to stand up for what he believes in. Strong enough to let me love him even though he didn’t love himself. Strong enough to live, even though he’s trapped alone on the Beach. Strong enough to unapologetically be who he is.”
Higgs rolled his eyes and let out a small scoff. Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes, the ones that still dared not look at you lest his resolve shatter completely.
“Strong enough to withstand the way I used to make him suffer with my gentle touches. Strong enough to let me take control over his pleasure. Strong enough to be weak and suffer for me like the good boy he is.”
Higgs’ eyes shut tight as he took a deep breath, its exhale intended to release some of the discomfort he was feeling. It came out shaky and ragged, his body trembling slightly below you.
“If you feel too strong to ever beg again, then I understand. I’ll still love you either way.”
Higgs’ eyes darted open, now wet but still holding the fort, not letting a tear fall. You could see the truth of his next words within them.
“I love you too sweetheart.”
You placed your lips to his, kissing him deeply and passionately. He moaned into your mouth as you ran your tongue over his own. When you pulled back, he smirked.
“I wish I could touch ya right now.”
“I know. So - what do you want Higgs?” Your thumbs continued to caress his jaw comfortingly, your voice and expression, soft and gentle.
“I — I don’t — I don’t know.”
“Okay, well I’ll leave you be ’til you decide.” You lifted your hips, intent on removing yourself from the coffin, but you were stopped by a desperate voice, loudly begging to compensate for not being able to grab you.
“No, wait! Don’t — don’t go.”
You stared down at him, his eyes were wide, desperate and wet. They were pleading with you, his only tool to utilise to convince you to stay, the rest of him still immobile.
“Don’t leave me like this. Please — please keep touchin’ me.”
“You sure?” You sat back down between his legs, your arse squelching in the tar-filled coffin.
“Y-yes. Please baby — please just touch me. My cock — please, it hurts so bad. I’m beggin’ ya.”
“Okay my darling boy. But you better let me hear how much you’re enjoying it.”
“I will — please just — let me come. I need it so bad.”
“Where?”
Higgs’ eyes widened immediately, his mouth hanging open in shock. He got to choose?
“I — have I been — good enough, to come inside? Please?”
Aww, adorable. Such a good boy to consider whether he deserved it or not.
“You sure have.”
You winked as you lifted yourself off him briefly and manoeuvred out of your pants. Higgs’ eyes were trained on you as you lowered yourself over him, taking his length in one hand to hold it steady.
“Fuck —” Higgs’ eyes rolled back as you lowered yourself onto his cock, taking him in until your hips were flush with his. Not that it would have mattered, because you were most definitely enjoying yourself, but taking him in was never a problem. The man continually oozed tar. You placed your palms on his chest for support but realised that it actually made you significantly less supported, your hands slipping on his silicone skin. You instead gripped the side of the coffin as you began riding him, hips rocking against his with a firm rhythm.
“Shit baby, ya feel so good. I ain’t gonna last.”
“That’s okay. Can’t wait to feel you fill me anyway.”
And with your words of anticipatory pleasure, he broke. Higgs’ came with a velocity that made you shudder, filling you instantly with warm, sticky tar. It oozed out immediately, its volume large and its colour dark as you felt it pool around the base of his cock. His expression made him look like he was in pain, contorted in pleasure but also extreme discomfort as his body was unable to react the way it usually would.
“Fuck — thank you baby.”
As he panted below you, you continued riding him, your own end tantalisingly close. The sensation of Higgs filling you so deeply had brought you so close to — don’t worry, there it is. You came around Higgs’ cock, your hips jerking against him as you threw your head back, your orgasm coursing through you as you felt him twitch inside you.
As you came down from your high, you collapsed onto him, chest to chest, your face hovering over his. His breath was hot on your skin as his eyes met yours, tears still threatening to burst from them.
“By the way, kinda mean for ya to force your kind words on me while I can’t move.”
You chuckled as you reached up to stroke his cheek.
“I know, but you would’ve stopped me.”
“Exactly! Coward.” Higgs winked to let you know there were no hard feelings before his expression softened, his lips flittering down to look at yours. “Kiss me? Please?”
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AUTHORS NOTE: don't worry, you'll soon hear all those delicious little tales that I referred to ;)
I’m honestly not that into Samhiggs but I also think I would give my left kidney just for the opportunity to just sit in the corner and watch them go at it
I do enjoy Samhiggs to a degree but jfc some Samhiggs shippers are actually insane. So many of them are mean to selfshippers or people who write/read x reader, as well as some of them being super weird and misogynistic about Fragile and Amelie.
