"Mmm. Keep cryin' darlin', makes you tighter." He grits out through his teeth. "You- hah, you like it, yeah?" He shakes his head at himself loosing his own composure. "Told you I'd fuck the god out of you. We ain't done yet."
Remmick huffs above you, claws digging into your throat, hips pistoning into yours. The half-smirk he wears has been dipping all night, sweat dampening his brow. He's been switching between babbling incoherently and mouthing off the whole night.
He watched you like he was starved. And maybe he was- but not for food. Not for blood. For the one thing your daddy always said was sacred. Private.
Daddy told you men like him were the devil. All they wanted- the sweet little preachers daughter. Remmick's fingers hook around the lace on your church dress. Cock pumping deliciously inside you. Your daddy was right. The devil was awfully pretty.
The devil was also awfully persistent. He'd want to consume you- not just your soul, but something deeper. From the root inside you. Not just your womanhood. Your love.
"Shit," He murmurs, pleased, struggling between breaths. "This what you wear to your...ah-...Sunday service? Thought good little girls covered up. You wore this for m-me, yeah?" He toys with the straps, before diving down to your neck. Licking. Sucking. Before biting gently.
When you squeal, he chuckles breathlessly, before groaning when you clench around him. He makes a noise that's borderline animalistic- and you briefly wonder if your daddy ever taught you if even the devil could lose his composure.
Effectively, he can. Because even as he presses you against the wall, caged, trapped like a flightless bird- all you have to do is reach up and tug on his hair. And he hisses in raw pleasure, body tensing up, fangs protruding so far he has to bare them so it doesn't hurt him.
"Fu-fuck-, lo-love you-" He stutters out, claws clenching tighter around the base of your throat.
But daddy never told you the devil would whisper those three little words. Daddy never told you he'd kiss you so gently you'd cry. Daddy never told you the devil would knock on your window every night, beggin' to be let in, just to recite Irish poems and prayers while you sleep in his arms.
"Say it- please darlin', say it back," He tries to demand, but it sounds more desperate than anything. He's close. He's so close, holding on tight. He's pleading with you. You feel the heat building up inside you. The way his fangs struggle against your pulse point, drool slipping down, holding back. Forcing his mouth to pucker into kisses instead of biting.
"I love you." You whisper. If this is how the devil loves, you think you'd rather burn forever then ever let him go.
And when you cum, it’s violent. Blinding. You scream his name- not God’s. And Remmick whispers yours all the same, pawing at you, eyebrows scrunched together as he finishes deep inside. He doesn't let go. He never let's go.
His voice his hoarse when he just barely pulls away to look you in the eye. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.
"Let me- let me stay like this- inside you, lovin’ you, bein’ yours- please. Just a little longer. Just a little longer, okay?” He strings together, giving you those eyes. His clawed finger lifting to your lip, tracing the contours, gaze flitting down to watch your mouth part as you speak.
When you give him the go ahead, nodding, body exasperated, he inhales with a shaky smile. He presses a light, chaste kiss to your temple, breathing you in.
You close your eyes, feel him throb sweetly inside you, and think maybe Heaven isn’t up above. Maybe it’s bloody, needy, and whispering your name in the dark.
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“i ain’t lettin you in no more, remmick.”your voice barely holds. arms crossed. jaw set. like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. “can’t keep doin whatever this is with you.”
remmick leans on the doorframe, arms loose at his sides, head tilted just enough to look sweet. innocent. “you say that every time.”
“cause i mean it.” you said as simply as ever but you knew he could read you like a damn children’s book.
he hums low. slow smile curling at his lips.
“what if i fuck you real nice this time?” he says, voice like honey poured slow. “sweet n’ slow. how you like it. kiss every inch of you. let you sit on my face? hm?”
you blink. heart kicks. throat tight. “you think that’s gonna work on me?”
he shrugs. doesn’t even bother looking guilty. “i hope so?” he licks his bottom lip, eyes dragging over you like he already knows how this ends.
“c’mon, sugar. let me in.”
your hand’s still on the door. you should close it. really you should. don’t give in.
Content: Miguel is fighting demons. Said demons are baby fever. His patience is getting tested the entire time. Brief violence (Miguel gets into a fight). Pregnancy mention. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. P in V. A little bit of cum eating.
A/N: I saw this prompt and immediately thought Miguel would be perfect for it. Hope you all enjoy!
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The dream always starts with the scent of powder.
That light, airy smell hugs Miguel's senses when he steps inside the nursery. It invites him in to the baby blue color on the walls, the white crib next to it complimenting the space. The melodic sounds from the mobile, tasked with making sure the baby has sweet dreams.
You’re watching the dancing stars with a serene look, picturing your child happy in the room made for them with a hand on your growing belly. Miguel comes from behind with a chaste kiss on your neck, his hands on top of yours, to feel the stirring child inside.
His chest swells with happiness. He gets to have you and a healthy baby on the way, to spend a lifetime together. What could ruin this moment?
He wakes up.
Miguel groans at the alarm clock blaring in his ears. Lyla's hologram dances above it, telling him to wake up and start the day.
“Shock me. You couldn’t let me sleep for five more minutes?”
Lyla stops the alarm, reclining in her chair with a cup of coffee, “I did that last time and you got mad at me.” Miguel slams his head against the pillow, using another to cover his face. “Hey, big guy, work isn’t gonna do itself.”
“It will if I jump off a building.”
She sucks her teeth, “Too bad you have superpowers.”
Miguel turns over, pillow over his ears. He just needs a few more minutes to get up. “Give me ten.”
“Fine. Ten more minutes.” He can’t see it, but he knows Lyla is hovering over him, mug still in her hand. “And I’m counting.”
He waits until he’s sure his assistant is gone before sighing. Immediately, his hand goes lower to his erect shaft.
Miguel takes in a breath when he grips the base. He recollects what happened in his dream. The nursery, the baby toys, you and your swollen belly. He strokes himself, pumping his cock with the pre from his leaky tip.
He imagines the entire baby making process. How he has you trapped under his hard body, messy thrusts paired with messy kisses. You’re moaning about how you can’t wait to have his baby. Your slick sex, legs around his waist to lock him in so he has no choice to fill you up.
Miguel heaves, biting his lip to the point where it hurts. The metallic taste of his blood spurs him on while his hand keeps that same pace. It adds to illusion when he thinks he’s knocked you up three times already. This fourth time is to absolutely make sure you carry his child. Why else does he wait until you’re on the brink of exhaustion, fighting with his super stamina to keep up. So he can put a baby in you as many times as he likes.
His talons prod out just a bit, scraping along the silky sheets. His eyes rolled back, his back in an arch, toes curled when he spills his seed with a strangled moan. It takes a moment for him to gather himself, body coated with sweat.
He wanted to stop having these dreams.
The ones where you’re carrying his baby. Miguel can’t explain what it was like seeing you with a child. His child. It ignites an unknown emotion in him. He wasn’t sure if it was pride, love, or a secret third thing. All he knew was that he can’t stop imagining you pregnant and it gets him going. It really does.
The problem is you’ve only been dating for six months.
He’s pined over you for a year and was ecstatic when you accepted his feelings. It seemed like something from a cheesy romance book. You, a normal person, was into Miguel O’Hara, who is also Spider-Man. And you didn’t care. All you knew was that you wanted to be with him. He wanted to be with you.
Now, how was he going to tell you that he’s imagining you with his baby? That was easy. He wasn’t.
Miguel thought it was embarrassing enough that he was turned on by the thought of you carrying his child. Telling that to you was taking the embarrassment to a whole nother level. Plus, it was too soon. You just started leaving your clothes at his place. A baby was something you don’t talk about until marriage.
Yes, he does want to marry you, but that’s besides the point. This would be something he had to deal on his own.
HQ was practically baby proof. A lot of the teens he had to watch should've been suitable enough to push aside the baby thing. Yet stopping by the Go Home Machine, one of them made him reconsider.
“Did you see that video I sent you?” Margo says through one of her copies. The other working diligently with system checking the machine.
Miguel takes a sip of his coffee while opening his watch, “Yeah, the dancing dog one?”
“No, the one with giggling baby.”
His eyes widens, but he maintains his composure. “Uh, no I don't think I saw that.”
“Uh, you should watch it.”
“Now? We're at work.”
“I sent you a video of a cat eating bread and you watched it right away while I was taking an anomaly home.” She folds her arms, “Hypocrite.”
Miguel scowls, “Watch it.”
“Then watch it! Please?”
Those virtual puppy dog eyes always gets him. It's why he grumbles before quickly pulling up the video.
A baby with a huge, toothless smile giggles directly in the camera. The mom is playing peek-a-boo with them, just to get the child's pure reaction. Not having a care in the entire world.
“See? Isn’t that cute?”
It was and now he's picturing you with the baby, making it laugh with joy, giving them the attention they deserve. Miguel knew he shouldn't have watched this.
“Yeah, very cute.” Miguel closes the video, “We should get back to work.”
“Boo!” Margo sticks out her tongue, “Just for that, I'm sending you more baby videos.”
“I'd rather you didn’t.”
“I will.”
Baby video aside, that was just one slip up. A dot in a field of stars. That didn’t mean he should be serious about this baby thing. Margo typically gets distracted with other things during her time in HQ. He’s sure she’s going to let the baby videos go.
And yet, she was true to her word. Every video Margo has sent him the past hour was full of babies. Them laughing, some staring at strangers with their wide eyes whenever they past by, playing with their toys. Others were missing food from their mouths or playing with pets in the house. If Margo saw a baby in it, she’d send it to him.
Damn, they were cute.
He can see you sending a picture of your baby capturing the attention of strangers in the grocery store one day, flooding you and the baby compliments of how adorable they are. Miguel would have that video saved in his watch immediately so he can look at it during downtime.
No! No, he said he wasn’t going to succumb to babies.
Curse Margo. He knows she’s not gonna like it, but he can’t look at baby videos anymore. It’s fine if she tells him off later.
Miguel needs to clear his head. A quick snack in the cafeteria would be good. He’ll eat anything that doesn’t remind him of a baby.
While walking past, with the usual pep in his step, he kept thinking about food. Any type of food. No babies. No babies. No. Babies.
It would’ve worked until a cry of babies resonated in a part of HQ.
Miguel followed the source to a room that had a sign of “Spider Daycare” on the front. Inside he saw Peter, Jess, and a few other spiders corralling babies into their designated areas. They were all small, crawling around, giggling at any and everything. Some already unlocked their spider abilities so they’re on the walls, swinging around and dodging the adults.
The entire room screamed it was for children. Baby toys, a play area designated for them in the back. A nap area for whenever they get tired. Bright colors all around, but not so bright to where the area was overstimulating.
What…did he do?
“Miguel!” Peter called over, holding up one child as three more babies crawl up his body. “Do you see this? And you said Spider Daycare wasn’t gonna be a success. Well how do ya like them apples?”
Miguel wasn’t sure if he wanted to take the rest of the day off or submit to his baby fever. He decided on neither.
“I thought Spider Daycare was pushed back a few more weeks.”
“Yeah, that’s what happened but then Jess here-” Peter motions to her chasing after a baby, “She found more volunteers. Even Spider Mascot, can you believe it?” He did, when he saw the fuzzy spider suit have a bunch of kids stuck to them.
Miguel had no problem with Spider Daycare. He thought it was a good idea, especially for fellow spiders who had children and couldn’t watch them 24/7. But why, why did it have to be right now? Right when he can’t stop thinking about filling you up, so you can have his baby?
“This is a permanent thing, huh?”
“As long as we have babies.” Jess cuts in, carrying a young girl on her hip. Not hers, but she latched on to Spider-Woman as if she was her mom. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “Guess who’s also here?”
Before he could ask, you immediately come around the corner, chasing a kid. You scoop the boy up in your arms, tickling him until he pleaded for mercy. Miguel’s knees buckled. It’s almost as if his dream came to life. The boy had similar features to him too. It’s like he could be your child.
He needed to leave.
“I don’t want to disturb you-”
“Miggy!” You wave at him, carrying the child across the room. “You like the new daycare?”
Miguel didn’t have a chance to say anything when the child latches on to his face, making the entire group laugh. He tries to pry the boy off. “Y-Yeah I like it.”
“I’m glad you do. This daycare is really important for everyone. I want to volunteer here when I can to help out.”
“And this is why you’re my favorite.” Jess comments.
The idea of you at the Spider Daycare, helping out with the kids, being like a mom to them, it’s stirring in his stomach.
Yeah, he needed to get out of here. Do some work, something to get his mind off of you carrying his child. His hands twitch at the thought of pulling you into his lab, knocking you up right then and there.
You take the boy away from Miguel, laughing at his clinginess, “This one has been busy since he came in here. What can you expect from a baby who’s mom is a Black Cat.”
The boy chews on your thumb and it amuses you more. Miguel can see your kid doing the same thing, drooling all over your hands like it’s no problem.
“Kids can’t help it, right?”
You agree with him and he wants to say more. Like would your child be like that? If they’d be a handful just like the one in your arms?
A crime alert stops him, saving himself.
“Enjoy the babies.” Miguel says before deciding to go do his job.
The one where he hardly has to save babies. Lately, it’s been the typical bank robbery or police chase. Not one where he have to save a bunch of kids. Spider-Man can save babies, Miguel O’Hara just didn’t want to deal with nothing else baby related.
He should’ve stopped hoping.
In Nueva York, another dimension’s Doc Ock was terrorizing downtown. That was fine, Miguel can handle it. He was looking forward to beating down the villain and getting rid of some of these emotions he was keeping in.
Their fight was getting messy. The villain loved contributing to property damage, each swing of his arms involved objects. Chairs, glasses, people to deter Miguel. It was getting bad to the point where he may need to call for back up. Miguel decided against it. He could handle it on his on. He has to.
Then he ended up getting tossed into a hospital, right in the maternity ward.
Shock him.
This Doctor Octopus felt no remorse for the babies inside the hospital, or maybe he didn’t see them when he tossed a gas tank. Miguel didn’t need spider sense to see it blow up in his face. There was a handful of sleeping babies in the incubators and he needed to get them out.
Baby fever be damned right now. He wasn’t going to let those kids die.
Spider-Man swooped up each infant, using his webs to make a sling so he had room to carry them all. He resisted the urge to soothe each and every one that cried their heads off. To wipe their tears away and let them know that he saved them so they don’t need to worry.
When he got them to safety, giving them off to the police, he missed that new baby smell. Hints of it clung to him tight on his suit. Would your baby smell like that once they arrive? He’d want to bury himself in that smell while their hand curls around his thumb for the first time.
That Doc Ock was in for a rude awakening.
Miguel’s punches got harder, his kicks more arduous. He wasn’t going to let the villain slide for burning down an entire maternity ward. Innocent children almost losing their lives. He made sure the villain didn’t get up once Miguel took him back to the Go Home Machine. He threw them inside, telling Margo to make sure he gets sent away next.
His muscles ached. When Miguel sat down on his chair in the lab, he took a breath. The baby scent was still stuck to him. He can’t stop thinking about their cute faces, even when they were under distress.
He doesn’t know how long he can hold this in. Maybe he should tell you. You might look at him weird, call off the relationship because it’s strange to thinking about having kids with someone six months in. But he can’t keep this in anymore.
“I heard you saved an entire ward of babies today.” You say, going to check up on him on your break from Spider Daycare.
Miguel went face first on the console, “Seriously? You heard about that?”
“Yes? You have a problem with saving babies?” He sighs when you run your hand through his hair, brushing it away from his face.
“No, it’s this day.”
“Something happen?”
He grimaces, the confession on the tip of his tongue. But you’re looking at him with love and he didn’t know what to do if you decide to shut him out. “Nothing happened. I just noticed a lot of…kids today.”
“Did you know that some of the people you work with are kids?” He chuckles with you at that. He knows he’s being a little dramatic. This day was just a coincidence. “Maybe going to my friend’s baby shower will help with the oddness of today.”
Miguel sat up, surprising you. “What? Your friend’s having a baby shower?”
“Yeah, Keisha. She’s having it tomorrow.” You frown when Miguel gives a blank look, “You forgot didn’t you?”
“No! No, nena. I…was surprised it’s really tomorrow given what I had to deal with.”
You take his hands, looking into his eyes. “It’s supposed to be a casual day. You don’t have to worry about saving babies.”
That wasn’t what he was worried about, but he doesn’t contest and gives you a reassuring smile. That confession will have to wait another day. He didn’t want you to be bothered by a baby shower if you decide to end it off with him.
Miguel had to muster up all of his superhero willpower to get through a day that’s all about a baby. Someone else’s baby. Not his.
He does some mental exercises while standing at the front door of your friend’s home the next day. Instead of counting, his mind swarms with DNA combinations. AAGT, ACCA, AACC… It all goes out the window when your friend opens the door and he’s hit with everything baby.
There are baby decorations, your friend is having a boy so blue colored balloons are scattered along the ceiling. A large banner saying ‘Congrats, it’s a boy!’ is displayed across the living room. It’s a large turnout with people mingling while holding cups in the shape of a baby bottle. Gifts filled with items for the baby were stacked on a wide table.
Baby toys, baby balloons, baby games. It’s baby, baby, baby. Miguel wanted to put down the gift and leave. He’ll send an apology card to your friend once he’s cooled off. But then he got trapped. Your arm wrapped around his and he’s pulled into socializing.
People giving stories about their experiences with their kid. The dirty diapers, the long nights, the first word. All with a mix of emotions from exhaustion to pride. Miguel hasn’t taken care of a baby, the most being the stunt he pulled with another dimension’s Gabriella.
He wonders how it’ll be the first night you two bring your child home. All of those late nights, waking up at odd times to calm the baby. He’s typically a night owl so he knows it won’t be a problem for him. You’ll be able to get some rest too.
Bad idea to have that thought right now.
During the baby shower, the host has a photo op. Where anyone can take a picture with her wearing a fake belly. The joke is supposed to be playful, involving the person to pose with the actual pregnant person. The belly even looked silly to put on as some people struggled with it.
For you, it’s like something clicked in him.
He saw you in that fake belly, bumping bellies with your friend, laughing with her. All he saw was your future with him. How he was finally able to put a baby in you and proof that you’re having his child. No one else’s.
He can't take it anymore.
You were winding down from the night during the ride home. All about how you're excited for your friend, that she promised to send you the very first baby picture. You're gushing, eyes filled with excitement. Like you want to have a baby yourself.
Miguel grips the wheel tighter at the mere thought. He'd be ecstatic if you said you want to have a baby with him. That would make what he's about to do to you so much sweeter.
“You alright?” You ask when you're unlocking the door to your house. “You've hardly said a word since we left.”
“Yeah, I'm fine.”
Those “reassuring” words don't ease your concerns. When he closes the door behind him you're folding your arms, “You sure? I know parties aren't your scene. It was a lot going on too, to be honest. And I'm sure someone was heavy handed with that punch.”
“Mmhm.” Miguel steps closer, admiring your frame with each step. He wonders what you'll be like if you stare at him, pregnant, holding your belly and welcoming him home. He wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“Oh! The punch got to you too, huh?”
“I can't get drunk, baby.”
You roll your eyes at yourself, “Right, obviously.”
He gives a light squeeze to your bottom, kneading the flesh. You're giggling, not catching on just yet to his horny mood.
“What is going on with you?”
“Let's make a baby.”
Your mouth gapes while you blink incredulously, “Did you just say…? Wait a minute.” You’re not pulling away, you're just…shocked. “Don't tell me you were horny the entire time at the party.”
“Guilty.” He nudges along your head, giving it a gentle kiss all while rotating his hips so you can feel how hard he is. “You’re not going to take my baby?”
“Miguel…” Your breath hitches as now he has you trapped against the wall. Heavy breaths mingling along each other. His body getting warmer each second he grinds his erection against you. “Mmh where did this…god, where did this come from?”
“The party.” He says after each kiss to your temple, cheek, nose, and lips. “Surrounded by all of that baby stuff, made me realize I want you to carry what's mine. Ours.” He pressed a firm hand on your abdomen. “Our baby.”
Goosebumps appear on your skin, eyes locked on to his own, wanting, begging you to let him knock you up.
“A party made you feel that way?”
“Not just the party.” He picks you up, making you squeal. Your legs lock tight around his waist as his lips pepper your neck. Tiny kisses, small nips here and there. “Lately, I've been imagining us with a child. I've been fighting against telling you…”
You take in a breath when he sucks on your neck, right where your pulse is. “W-Why?”
“We haven't been dating long…Didn’t want to scare you…” He presses against your body more, not enough to crush you. Just enough to feel the outline of your bra against his chest, breasts along his pecs.
You sigh along his touch, angling your neck so he had more room. “I’m not scared…It just…aah…it just means you see a future with me.” Miguel pulls back, your lowered gaze telling him all that he needs to know. “Although, a baby is moving fast compared to marriage.”
“Right, right. I know.” He exhales, running his hand through his hair.
Yeah of course you’d think you’re moving too fast. What was he thinking?
You caress his face, giving him a kiss that lingers for a while. “We can pretend though. Just for this night.”
Miguel frowns a bit, “What do you mean by pretend?”
“You don’t have to wear a condom.” His eyes go wide at your unexpected offer. “I think that gives me…uh how long before I could get impregnated?”
“24 hours for the Plan B to be effective. But it is best for you to take it right away after I…you know.”
“Right. Let’s do it.” He shifts and you bite your lip to hold in your amusement. “What? Didn’t you want to plant a baby in me? What happened to that?”
“There’s…still a risk that you’d get pregnant even after you take the pill. I don’t want this to be something you’d regret…”
He didn’t want his desires to cloud your judgment. You’re the one he’s meant to be with, but he didn’t want to worry or put pressure on you. He wanted you to know of the potential risks.
“Miggy. If I do end up getting pregnant, then I’ll be glad to know it’s yours. No one else's.”
His heart squeezes at your face filled with affection. That desire comes back, rising from his stomach and traversing across his entire body. You having his baby was possible and you’d be okay with it. Oh, you don’t know what you’ve done.
You gasp at the crush against the wall. Miguel clashes along your lips, desire taking over. He’s swallowing your cries as his hand gropes your covered breast. His tongue parting your lips to dance with your own, humping against you.
He’s groping your ass, squeezing it each time you moan. He’d fuck you right by the doorway if he wanted to. But this wasn’t the proper position for you to take his cum.
So he breaks the kiss for a bit to take you to your bedroom.
Miguel places you on the bed before removing his shirt. He climbs on top to kiss you some more. He didn’t want to break apart from you more than he had to. He wanted to make sure you feel all of him. Each touch along your skin, igniting the flames to your desire. Each kiss to coax you into wanting more. He wasn’t going to stop until he knew his seed was going to carry.
Your shirt is tossed and he wasn’t going to waste time with your bra. He sliced in between your breasts, pulling it off. You didn’t even complain, not when his palms pushed against your nipples, making them harden with each second. He swallowed up any cries of pleasure with each grope. You push your chest further in so he could take more.
“Ooh, Miguel…”
“I got you baby. I know you need me.”
He bites your bottom lip with each pinch to your nipple. You’re closing your thighs with each caress, but he doesn’t let you do that for long. He goes in between them, dragging his lips down your neck and then to your breasts. The tip of his tongue flicking against your nipple, your cries making him smile against you, your back arching.
While he does so, he pulls off your shoes, your pants, those black, lacy panties. He’s almost tempted to skip the foreplay and immediately get to impregnating you. But he wants your pussy to be soaked so he can slid into you easily.
“You think you can take my baby like this?” You only shake your head, making him huff. “I agree. You’re not ready yet.”
When he takes off the rest of his clothes, his large shaft stands tall and proud. Some pre cum beading from the tip and trailing down. You’re staring, mouth agape while you’re dazed. You don’t even tear your eyes away when he strokes himself, smearing more of his cum all over. He brings a thumb over to your lips. His cock jumps at how you moan at the taste.
Then he puts your legs around his shoulders before diving in. He spreads your lips, rubbing that sensitive pearl of yours. You gasp as he licks, flattening his tongue to taste you more. His chest rumbles when your thighs squeeze along his head, only for him to push them apart.
“Hah…Mig…”
He sucks your clit just once, making your eyes roll back. Your hand tugs on his hair, pulling him to go deeper. But he denies you, putting his head up. Before you start to complain about his mouth missing, he plunges two fingers inside you, groaning at how slick you’re getting.
“Hmm is this for me? You really want a baby that bad?” You nod and he shudders. “Nena, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
You whine when he uses your slick to rub your clit, creating slow, circular motions. His fingers pumping in and out of you to form a nice rhythm. He’s taking in the scent of your arousal, mixed with the smell of that apple air freshener you use.
“What…what happened to knocking me, up?” You ask, tears on the brink of your eyes.
“Be patient.” Miguel picks up the pace in fingering you, not wanting to let up just for a moment. To have your climax slowly take over you and wash over your frame.
He’s taking in your breathing, how you’re shifting with each touch. When you’re trying to run and pull away with a certain touch, that’s where he hones in. During each flick of his thumb, every pump of his fingers, you’re getting louder, begging him to keep going. You’re about to explode. He helps you chase that feeling, pushing you to the brink where your toes curl. Your mouth goes wide, not hiding any sounds of ecstasy.
Miguel drinks it all in, still thrusting his fingers inside your slick hole until you’re ready to take him.
“Mig…Mig, please…I need you.”
He stares at how soaked you are, licking his fingers clean. Pre cum continues to drip from his slit and he can’t take it anymore.
Miguel lines himself up to your entrance, but he doesn’t push inside just yet.
“You need me to knock you up? Say you want a baby.”
“I want…I want a baby.”
“Say it again.”
“I want a baby…”
“Say it again.”
“I want a baby-aah!”
Miguel’s eyes roll back at the feel of your bare cunt. How you fit around him, squeezing him in all the right places enough to make him explode. He shudders, trying not to cum right there just yet. he needed to work for making sure he put a baby in you.
“You want my baby?”
“Yes!”
You moan when he pulls back and thrusts hard. A light slap filling the room. “Shock, you’re taking me so well.”
He moans when you don’t speak, not when he’s setting a decent pace in fucking you. Sliding back and forth between you, trying not to cum despite how wet your sex is. His muscles flexing when he keeps going.
That’s when he raises your legs, putting them up in the sky as he rocks his hips. You moan at the action, not being able to do much besides take his dick.
“This is good for making sure the baby takes.” He pants, not stopping his thrusts. “Can you hang in there?”
He grins when you nod profusely. You’re not even in the right mind to decide or answer anything.
“I need you so bad, Miggy. Please…”
“I got you.”
He bites his lip when he picks up speed, his tip hitting your cervix, making you cry out some more. Miguel keeps thinking about you with his child, your pregnant belly, how you’re happy he’s with you every step of the way. Just like his dream. That dream where he’s managed to make you carry his kid.
“Oh…oh god.” His thrusts get messy and he’s chasing his own pleasure. “Are you taking my baby?”
“Unh, yes, yes I am…”
“Come get it-”
Immediately Miguel cums, his seed filling up that hole of yours to the brim. His hand still tight around your ankles as his entire body quakes. He doesn’t stop until he knows every single drop is inside you. He tries to push his hips in further, making sure his cum isn’t wasted.
It gets to the point where he whines at the sensitivity before relaxing.
Your legs are to the side when he lands on top of you, giving you sloppy kisses. Each one containing love and care. As he comes down his high, he hides his face along the comforter.
“I can’t believe that happened…”
“Oh, now you’re embarrassed?” You giggle when he doesn’t look at you. “I liked it.”
He looks at you now, “Don’t lie.”
“I’m not.” You give a kiss to his cheek, tracing your thumb on his lips. “Like I said, it just shows you want a future with me.”
“I do…” He cups your face in his palm. You lean into it, giving him a wide smile. “It might take some time to get a ring. And I have to make sure you have admin access to HQ-”
“Miguel.” You shush him, giving him another kiss for good measure. “You don’t need to worry about that right now. Just stay right here with me.”
You’re right. He’ll make a list of what he needs to do so he can make you his wife tomorrow. Now, he nudges against your head, hand squeezing your side.
“You know…you have 22 hours until I need to take plan b.”
“I still got a few more in me.” Miguel flips you over, descending upon you once more.
just a heads up!! this post gets updated fairly often since i’m often reading fanfics on the clock (lol), so feel free to stalk it if you’re looking for fics or wanna see the weird stuff i’m into or find yourself twiddling your thumbs cause i take forever to put stuff out 😅
Pairing: Remmick x fem!reader
Rating: 18+
Summary: Remmick has been watching you for a while. And Remmick gets what Remmick wants.
Word Count: 1356
CW: dubcon, aphrodisiac spit, coercion, stalking, bondage, oral (m! receiving), belly bulge, slight monster! Remmick
A/N: Happy Birthday @spikedfearn!! Thank you so much for the discord server, because without it I never would have met some of my best friends. Thank you also to @sinfulteeth for beta-ing!
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He had been following you long enough to learn your schedule; Monday to Friday slogging away at your job that you seemed to hate but refused to leave. Saturday mornings you would go to the local coffee shop religiously and read your books while sipping cold coffee, regardless of the weather.
He'd even gotten close enough to know what kind of book you read. The kind you couldn't pull out on a city bus full of children and older adults, the kind that the bookstore clerks side eyed while checking you out.
The kind with morally questionable love interests who kidnapped the heroine, tied her up, and fucked her until her throat was sore from screaming and his cum leaked out of her.
Remmick thought that was especially interesting.
He didn't even have an issue getting into your apartment, on account of the dumb Welcome mat you had sitting next to the clearly fake rock that hid your house key.
All he had to do was wait.
"You just have to calm down," Remmick told you, standing in front of you. He had jumped you the second you had walked in the door. Didn't just jump you, no, he grabbed your jaw in such a way that forced your mouth open and spit right into your mouth. He immediately closed it before you could scream or attempt to spit back.
You felt disgusted, violated.
Before you could fully think, he had tied up and dropped you onto the end of the chaise in the living room.
"You jus' gotta wait, darlin'," he said in a poor attempt to calm you down. You tried to think about what he meant by "waiting", but you were having a hard time focusing. You swallowed, forcibly blinked in an attempt to push the brain fog away. Did you leave the heat on when you left this morning?
You didn't feel… right? No, that wasn't quite right, you didn't feel normal. Something felt different, but the longer you tried to pinpoint it, the farther away you got. It felt like you were trying to reach something in a dream. Were your eyes this heavy a minute ago?
Was Remmick this hot when you'd initially seen his face?
"Wha-" You tried to ask, a thin trail of drool falling from your mouth. You felt like it was harder to breathe, harder to think- maybe if you didn't have so many clothes on it wouldn't be this difficult. You tried to squirm, as if you could simply move enough to remove your pants. On a particularly big movement, the seam of your jeans caught you just right, and you stifled a gasp. When the fuck did you get so wet?
You made eye contact with Remmick and found his eyes dilated, mouth slightly open. If you had been more cognizant, you would have recognized the string of drool from his mouth matched the one from yours a moment earlier.
"What's- what's going on?" You managed to breath out, your voice hoarser than you realized. You swallowed again.
"Aw, you're gettin' there darlin', you just needed a lil' help, is all," he said, his thumb stroking your cheek. When did he get so close to you? His fingers were curled around your head and into your hair, but they felt almost… sharper than they should have. Almost like claws.
He was close enough that you could see his eyes were no longer blue but a glowing red, and his teeth were sharper than you initially remember them being.
He was definitely close enought that you could see him pressing into his trousers. This time you audibly gulped, and his eyes followed yours to where you were staring. He chuckled.
"Oh I can definitely help you with that," he said, keeping his hand on your cheek while the other undid his belt. The clicking was the only sound in the room, apart from both of your heavy breathing.
Remmick unzipped and pulled himself out. He was hard as a rock and thick, a bead of precum on the head. Your mouth watered. Before he could move any closer, you spit on him.
He froze for half a second, clearly shocked by your action. He blinked and grinned, his fangs on full display. Your heart skipped a beat and your cunt throbbed.
He moved closer to you, holding himself at the base. He stopped and stared at you purposefully. You huffed and scooched yourself closer and closer, each time the seam of your jeans rubbed your clit just right and you moaned every time it did.
You stuck out your tongue and made contact before your mouth did, tracing a line from underneath, up and around through the slit, catching precum as you went. Remmick moaned loudly. If you didn't have as much brain fog, you might have noticed his self-control slip dramatically.
You didn't waste time, putting your mouth on him as soon as you could, hollowing your cheeks and sucking. His hand flew to your hair and pulled hard, then a little more gentle when you made a noise. You bobbed your head back and forth, taking a little more of him into your mouth each pass. He was bigger than any man you'd ever had before, but you would be damned if you didn't get him all the way in.
Your nose pressed against his skin, and he smelled like sweat and blood and something dark, something that was probably uniquely him. You took a shallow breath through your nose and swallowed.
"Oh fuck," Remmick exclaimed, pulling on your hair. "Nah I'm not cumming anywhere except inside your wet cunt." You throbbed and clenched around nothing, whining.
Before you even knew what was happening, Remmick had picked you up from the chaise and laid you on the hardwood floor. He didn't even bother attempting to undo your pants, and instead slashed them with his claws. In the morning, you'd find scratches that bled on your thighs, but right now you couldn't bring yourself to care about anything other than his cock inside of you.
Contrarily, he gently peeled off your underwear, a thin string of slick sticking to them. You didn't think you'd ever been so wet in your life.
Then he was on top of you, holding himself up with one arm as he lined himself up with the other to slide home. He bent your legs and your knees pressed into your chest. It felt like it was almost hard to breathe in this angle, but you couldn't focus on anything other than how close he was to your cunt.
The tip of his dick caught in you and your breath immediately stuttered, your pussy sucking him inside. He thrust in and out slowly, the same way you had with your mouth, getting deeper and deeper each time, until finally he was completely inside of you. Even with you being as wet as you were, he was big, and it felt like he was deep inside of your chest.
"Oh look at that," he breathed, and you followed with your eyes to where he was staring. He thrust in particularly hard, and your stomach bulged with the weight of him. Your breath caught again.
"Takin' me like you were made fer me," he told you, and thrust again hard, forcing the bulge again. He pressed down with his hand this time, and it hit a spot inside of you that made you see fireworks. You threw your head back onto the hardwood, ignoring the pain that burst forward. He had barely been inside of you, hadn't touched you before that, and already it felt like you were able to cum harder than you ever felt possible.
He moved his hand from your stomach to your clit and circled once, twice, and then you came with a gasp, gushing around his dick and onto his thighs. You made a noise that was vaguely a sob, then a choked out "please don't stop".
"Oh!" Remmick chuckled and tutted, continuing to bully your cunt with his thick dick.
miguel o'hara fucking you in a headlock to relieve his stress. ¹⁸⁺
tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, choking, headlock, rough sex, miguel has a big dick, unprotected p in v sex, nipple play, creampie, basically pwp heheh.
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he had been dealing with it all week—villains ripping through dimensions, endless vigilantes chasing, peter b. and lyla yapping his ears off, and no sleep.
he stalked into your shared apartment late. his spider-suit ripped at the shoulder, mask disheveled and torn—showing his crimson eyes flaring with pent-up rage and frustration.
and you were on the couch just mindlessly scrolling through your phone, perched up prettily in nothing but his oversized tee and pair of short shorts, not looking up till you can feel his larger figure looming over you.
“hey baby–” you smiled, immediately cut off when his massive hands yanked you up by the waist effortlessly—spinning you around, bending you over the couch with your face down, making you gasp.
your eyes rolled as his thick forearm hooked your neck instantly. his bicep felt like iron against your throat—locking you flush to his bulging pecs.
“miguel–” you choke out.
“shhh… i need this, sweetheart,” he growled, fangs seething out as he scraped it against your earlobe, down to your neck.
meanwhile, his free hand worked its way to his suit, pressing a button of his chemically bonded suit, quickly making him bare.
his cock already achingly hard—dark mauve tip glistening with precum, the veins that laced his length pulsating as all the blood in his body centered down south. he stroked it once, twice, before ripping your dampening panties to the side roughly.
slamming his cock deep inside you, making you cry out his name. your unprepared slick walls fluttering—shocked by the sensation and his girth.
“fuck,” he grunted. he didn’t let you get used to his throbbing cock as his hips snapped brutally, no mercy—each thrust making your ass ripple against his hips. balls slapping wet to your clit, causing your walls to tighten up around him even more.
you choke out incoherent words as the arm around your neck tightened. feeling dizzy as the oxygen and blood inside you start to deplete. fingers weakly clutching the cushions as you try to find something to hold on to—as if doing so can relieve the addicting pressure around your neck and lower stomach.
“fucking take it, baby,” he groaned against your ear. previous stress melting into pure lust and instinct, fucking you deeper and harder. his free hand now found the hem of his shirt that you’re wearing, yanking it up to let out your bouncing tits—pinching your hardened and sensitive nipple, making you drool out moans and spit into the headrest.
his pace now was downright feral as he heard you struggling to rasp out his name. too cockdrunk and head empty. only filled by the pleasure and how cock is practically hitting every spot inside your cunt deliciously. dragging in and out thoroughly.
you clenched harder when his fingers found your clit. middle finger perfectly circling the bundle of nerves, spreading his seed and your own all over your cunt.
“gonna come–” you gagged.
“come for me.”
his hips snapping harder—bullying your poor cunt and choking you tighter.
you pulse out—letting out the most blinding orgasm. walls clamping him down like a vice, body jolting in his arms as you let out the most erotic cry he’s ever heard.
“fuck–! such a fucking tight pussy–” he moaned, pumping relentlessly till he found his own climax. cum spilling deep inside you, painting your walls white.
he kept fucking you through your orgasms. eventually unwrapping the arm around you and slowing down just the slightest before finally pulling out his cock.
the image in front of him was a sight to behold. his seeds drooling out of your fluttering hole, his t-shirt sticking all over from the sweat, body still trembling and hips jolting, and mumbling out incoherent words.
“can’t even speak?” he scoffed. his own chest heaving as he calmed down from what just happened.
you glanced back at him, a small and weak smile on your face.
“can you do that more often?”
a/n: inspired by this art @kryptidfiles sent me 🫦 ty jae for making want to write this. also this was something i wrote in between the peter fic. let's just pray i can get that done soon.
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ -- Your flirting goes a little too far for Roy’s liking. Maybe you’ll start acting proper once he gets you up against the wall.
ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ // ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʀᴏʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅᴇ // 𝟤.𝟤ᴋ
ᴛᴀɢs -- mean!Roy Goode, dom!Roy Goode, sub!reader, rope bondage, up against the wall sex, rough sex, degradation kink, spanking, spitting, slapping (the 's' holy trinity), marking, manhandling, deepthroating, jealousy, p in v, oral (m!recieving), dirty talk, sadism / masochism, creampie, chauvanist!Roy Goode, possessive behavior, all the parts in BDSM, consensual but not safe or sane, porn without plot (literally pure smut)
ᴀ/ɴ -- Happy birthday @keeperskey I hope you enjoy this fast 'n filthy oneshot for your birthday!! (P.S. I also have another fic coming up with stalker Remmick that I think you would like too, so look out for that!)
on another note, finals are killing me dead, so that's why I've been MIA, can't wait to get back to goofing around on Tumblr 😭
“Look up now, ya hear?”
The wooden floorboards of the shed bit harsh into the bare skin of your knees, but it was nothing compared to the rope wound tight around your wrists and thighs—pulling your hands behind your back and chafing the skin if you so much as twitched. Roy yanked your chin up, forcing you eye-to-eye. Oh, he was furious.
“Ain’t polite to go day-dreamin’ when a man’s tryin’ to teach ya something important,” he said, his voice a low rumble that ran straight down your spine.
“Roy, honey, I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it baby,” you pleaded—hoping for the mercy of the sweet man you knew he was deep down, but right now all you could see in him was lust and punishment.
Crack. He slapped you across the face, not brutally, but hard enough to leave you shocked and whining.
He gripped your jaw firm, running his grit-rough thumb over where your cheek burned. Soothingly, like he wasn’t the one who just hit you.
“A whore and a liar, huh? Don’t go runnin’ your mouth when all I’m askin’ is for you to listen, sweetheart.” With his free hand he tugged at his belt, fast and practiced. “Now, I’m gonna make this real simple for ya, darling. I’m gonna do the talkin’ and you’re gonna do the apologizin’. Starting with that filthy mouth o’ yours.” Tapping on your jaw twice to get you to open.
You scowled.
“Now, now. Don’t give me that look. It’s your own fault for bein’ so much trouble in the first place,” he said.
It really wasn’t.
Roy was just so damn jealous. It was some nowhere bar in the middle of a nowhere town and you were just trying to see if you could snag some free drinks from the bartender. From the way he was looking at you, it was almost a sure thing. Yes, you made some flirty comments and showed a bit of skin but that was it!
Roy had come in quiet—dangerous. Putting his hand around your waist in a way that said, ‘we’ll talk about this later.’ You didn’t even get your free drink before he was pulling you outside and back onto his horse. Scowlin’. Commanding you to ‘stay’ like he owned you, like you were no better than one of his mares. The bastard.
It wasn’t until the next town over you got the consequences of it.
Frank’s gang had gone off to terrorize some poor tavern for their beer, but when Frank asked Roy to come with, Roy just said, “Can’t. Busy.” Pulling his hat low and dragging you off to an abandoned shed that told everyone exactly what he was busy with—catching whistles and hoot hollarin’ as Roy shepherded you away like a damn Border Collie.
Now you were here: bound in his expert ropework and cursin’ the fact he was so good at it.
It coiled around your wrists, up your arms, and around your breasts. Keeping your shoulders high and pulled back to accommodate the rope binding your hands tight. Your thighs were tied to your calves, keeping them bent and useless as you were forced to sit on your knees. He ruined your good clothes too. After he got you all tied up, he ripped your blouse and skirt off, all torn and hanging off you now—loose fabric only kept on by how snug the rope was against your skin. You were gonna make him cough up a pretty penny for that after he was done. You’d be damned if you were gonna leave this shed naked.
He snapped in front of your eyes. “Hey, what did I say about day-dreamin’? I should be the only thing you’re thinkin’ about in that pretty head o’ yours.”
“You are,” you said, “I was thinkin’ about how the Roy I know is gentler than this.”
“Yeah?” He grinned mockingly, moving aside his belt to take his cock in hand, already flushed red and swollen with lust at the sight of you bound in his handiwork. He stroked himself slow. Precum beading at the tip in a way that made your mouth water.
“Yeah,” you said weakly, confidence already starting to wane.
“No gentleness here, honey. You’re gonna take it rough, or not at all. Your pick. But ya better choose fast ‘cause I am not a patient man.”
Bastard.
You parted your mouth.
“Oh, that’s good. Cute little slut tryin’ to make amends, huh? Wider, now. Open for me, yeah—hmm—love it when you listen proper…”
He rubbed himself on your tongue, rolling forward while your lips wrapped around him.
You sucked lightly down the shaft—salt and sweat filling up all your senses in a dizzying rush. Teasingly, you pulled back, dipping into the slit to make him shudder and groan above you as you tongued that sensitive spot.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s right, get it all wet,” he said, curling his fingers into your hair and bobbing you on his cock.
He took control. Starting steady but then thrusting something fast and mean into your mouth. Fucking your face hard while he kept your head locked tight exactly where he wanted it.
“Always actin’ like a damn brothel girl. Wanderin’ eyes—God—flirtin’ with other fuckin’ men. You’re just beggin’ to be tamed, huh? You wanna act like a whore? Shit, I can treat you like a whore, sweetheart.”
You whined as he reached deeper, high and keen. Splitting you open. He didn’t slow—not even a little.
You gagged. Spit pushing out and down your chin in thick trails—coating his cock ‘til it was shiny and slick with it.
“Open that throat up for me, honey—that’s right. I know you can take it good and deep…”
He pushed you down all the way, determined to make you take it all. Your nose sitting right up against the hair at the base, his balls resting on your chin. You screwed your eyes shut, working your throat around him, muscles involuntarily contracting and squeezing his length to make him moan. He pulled your hair—
You wished you could say you hated it entirely; but admittedly the pain made heat curl something fierce between your legs.
Abruptly, he pulled out, letting you cough and sputter and gasp for air. Grinding his spit-soaked dick against your cheek humiliating-like.
You worked your jaw to try and lesson the ache.
“No, don’t close up on me now. Open, open…” he urged.
And just to add fuel to the fire, he spat right there on your offered tongue. Viscous and bubbly.
Roy caressed your jaw, forced it closed, and stared something intense. A look commanding you to ‘swallow.’ He only eased up when he saw your throat bob. A groan on his lips at the sight.
He kneeled down to your level, “That’s it. Good fuckin’ girl. How are ya feelin’ honey?”
You glared. “…mad.”
He chuckled, low and mean. “Oh, yeah? Is that what this is?” His hand reached low, sliding down to your cunt.
“Goddamn…” he whispered, almost in awe at the glide of it.
You whimpered, his calloused fingers grinding where you needed it the most. Hot and swollen and begging for friction.
Your hands tugged at their binds, legs squirming in place. It was guaranteed that your skin would be rubbed raw and sore come morning.
“Please, Roy, please please stop teasin’ me already,” you begged. You felt so empty, wanting something to ease that burning need inside.
He slapped your slack-jawed face and you cried out. Your cheek smarting and burning with the force of it. Embarrassingly, another gush of wetness spilled out of you and onto his hand. Roy laughing in disbelief when he realized what just happened.
He leaned in close, his breath warm on your skin. “Ya like being smacked, honey? Does it make your pretty pussy drip? Let it sting, baby, let me give you what you want.”
He got up. Hands settling below your thighs and hoisting you off the ground and against the wall with a strength that left you breathless. You crashed into it with a yelp; your bound arms getting crushed by your own weight while he settled between your spread legs, folded and open like a present just for him. Ropes pulling and digging hard into your heated flesh.
“Love ya when you're helpless like this. All roughed up and pretty. Keep struggling while I set ya on my cock, huh? Can you do that for me?” he breathed. Lining up and keeping you as still as possible while you squirmed.
And then he pushed. Hilting all the way in with one thrust.
You couldn't help the sounds that escaped you, almost feral with the way he filled you so completely.
He held you flat against the wall. Hands digging into your ass to hold you up, using your weight as leverage while he drove into your drenched heat.
His arms flexed, veins visible, as he kept you nice and open. Immediately, his rhythm was merciless—fast and desperate and cruel.
“Sweet cunt gripping me like she don't wanna let go. Ya sure you're still mad, sweetheart?” He groaned, lost in the hot clench of you. Snapping his hips up into your cunt good and hard, until each breath felt like it was being pushed out of you.
He leaned forward, closing in around your neck and jaw—sucking bruising kisses high enough to be impossible to hide.
“Roy!—Ah, fuh—uck,” you cried, voice cracking. Unsure if you needed him to slow down or go harder. Cunt gushing at the way his fingers bruised your thighs.
And like the damn sadist he was, Roy smacked your ass. Hard. You tightened so completely around him you could feel the shudder run through his body.
“Shit. You're my filthy little pain slut, aren't ya baby? Dirty fuckin’ girl. Are ya feelin’ sorry? Care to deign me with some fuckin’ respect yet?” Smacking your ass again just to feel you tense around his cock—the sound loud and filthy in your ear.
His assault was ruthless. Laying you into the wall like he was trying to drive you through it. Licking and nipping the sides of your throat, the hollow of your neck. Hitting all the spots inside that made you thoughtless. It was maddening how painfully good it felt, how easily he claimed every inch of you.
“I'm sorry, Roy” you babbled. “I'm so sorry, baby. Only yours, okay? I'm yours. I'm sorry, I'll never do it again.”
“That's right. Mine. You’re my whore, honey. Only I can satisfy this cunt, huh? This greedy fuckin’ hole—Oh, fuck.” He shifted, pressing you into the wall and holding you up with one arm as he took out his knife. Reaching behind to cut the rope binding your hands in one swift movement before letting the knife clatter to the floor.
“Touch yourself baby, get yourself off on my cock. Come on now, let me feel it—” he said, both hands back on your hips and pulling you down hard with each thrust.
Your arms hurt; they were stiff and sore after being held taut for so long. But you listened, stretching out your hand and rubbing your clit in fast hard circles. So close…
You gasped, that release seizing your whole body stiff. Your cunt spasmed and clenched hard in quick bursts as it rolled through you, making Roy speed up and bear down.
“Good... So goddamn sweet, squirting all over me. Fuckin’ perfect little pussy.” He fucked you through it, whisperin’ about how tight you were squeezing him, how good you felt, how sweet you were when you were moanin’. All the while he dragged out your orgasm—pulling you through each convulsing twitch just to do it again.
“Cummin’ so beautiful for me, honey. Ain’t never seen a prettier sight than this. Keep milkin’ me baby, you’re gonna make me cum—”
“Roy, please.”
Sensitivity bordering on too much, you shook. With your hands free you gripped his shoulders, your rubbed-raw fingers holding on for dear life.
“Hold out for me—Let me use you, sweet thing—Oh, God—” He pumped in and out, finally losing his rhythm. Burying into you over and over until he reached that edge, gripping your hips hard and spilling his cum deep inside. You felt him throb and twitch, hot ropes filling you up with each pulse of his cock.
The aftermath hit you both hard. Panting. Hearts beating quick. Just staying still for one long moment before, eventually, Roy pulled out. His softening cock messy and dripping with you. Tucking himself back in with a sigh.
He lowered you slowly to the floor gentler than a baby lamb. Too tired to undo each knot, he grabbed the fallen knife to cut you loose. Stretching and soothing each mark as he let you free.
Your throat was too raspy to talk, your mind too tired to think, but when you looked up at Roy with your sweet eyes he knew exactly what you wanted.
“C’mere, sugar.” He beckoned, all softness and quiet words now, taking you into his arms and leaning back.
You would get him back later for all this, the bastard. But for now, you closed your eyes, head on his chest, everything else be damned.
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