Summary: Your new and mysterious next-door neighbor turns out to be more than you think he is.
WC: 4.5K
Warnings: Contains horror & dark themes like dub-con and blood. Predator/prey play, possessive behavior, biting, oral sex (female receiving), breeding kink, vaginal fingering & vaginal sex.
18+ ONLY | MINORS DO NO INTERACT
A/N: The first entry of my Carpe Noctum event for the month of October! Special shout out to @galatially for beta reading this. thank you so much for your amazing feedback, and you may have planted some ideas for a possible part 2 🤣
***Do not repost, copy, or translate my works anywhere else. Please support by commenting/reblogging. Banner by @cafekitsune
Petrichor permeated the air as the last breath of the sun fled the sky, drenching heaven with inky blackness. The rain had just stopped after many days of brutal heat waves, soaking every dry crevice with a new sense of life.
Miguel crouched down on the large branch of the tree, balancing his large body with just the ball of his feet. His crimson eyes burned like candlelight in the silent darkness; the air felt sticky and heavy with a hint of sweetness.
With his eyes closed, he could hear the rushing of footsteps, running and trudging atop the wet, muddy forest floor. Miguel licked his lips tentatively, revealing his sharp, pearly canines. He ran his tongue over his fangs as thirst traced its cold fingertips along his spine. The familiar ache radiated from the base of his throat. His gum was aching and throbbing as the sweet scent filled his lungs. Saliva flooded his mouth at the prospect of his sinking his teeth into the sweet, warm flesh. He imagined what it would feel like to have that blood gushed into his mouth, satiating that ache and filling him with nothing but that sticky, sweet crimson liquid.
He had tasted you before—the salty sweetness lingered on his tongue and felt like a stimulant upon his senses. Soft and warm–like the way the sunlight kissed upon his skin many centuries ago. It was like a punishment and a salvation for him–blurring the fine line between his hunger and want. He knew then and there that he got to have you.
A deep, guttural growl emitted from deep within his chest at the thought of spending his eternity with you. A small yelp followed by a soft thud pulled him from his reverie.
You were so naive and so trusting, inviting him into your apartment without a single thought in mind. He knew from the very beginning about the attraction you felt for him. Your eyes told him everything he needed. The magnetic pull you felt at that moment your gaze landed on him was instantaneous and strong. Every molecule in your body yearned for him–it was all built-in for a creature such as himself. He was meant to tempt, to lure and to trap his prey where he wanted them.
From exchanging glances when you invited him into your apartment for coffee to the way his voice would drop an octave or two lower when you converse with him–hell, even the way he smelled, they were all meant to trap you in his web.
Two weeks to gain your trust and two weeks to get you to need him–to want him so much that you would go crazy. He knew from the moment his lips touched yours that it would be an end game. It was unlike any hunger he had ever felt before. He swore he almost moaned out loud when his lips molded over yours in a slow, sensuous kiss. His large palm trailed to the nape of your neck, holding you there in place as his tongue twisted and flicked with yours. It took every ounce of his control then and there to not fully initiate the mating ritual because as much as he had the upper hand, he wanted you to want him–to crave him to the point where you beg for him.
Falling for him was easy when Miguel was so intune to your every need, whether it was in the bedroom or not. You were a little bit suspicious of course when he only wanted to spend time with you after the sun went down, but that little voice that was in the back of your mind was weaker than what your heart desired. It wasn’t as if he was hiding you–hell, he took you to places you’ve never dreamt of going, yet…it felt off.
You have never seen him work nor go out–hell, you weren’t trying to spy on him. You were curious. He always stayed in during the daytime, all cooped up in his apartment and not answering your text. He always made it up though with lavish gifts and attention that you never dreamt was being given to a man as attractive as Miguel was. Looking back now, you felt a pang of regret for trusting him this much.
You didn’t even bother protesting when he invited you to spend the long weekend with him at a cabin he claimed his family owned in the woods. Any sane person would have asked him more questions, especially when you only knew him for a month. With your cockdrunk brain thought, it only took a little convincing from him to get you to where he wanted you: secluded from prying eyes.
His true nature fully came out when he had you under him on the couch. He was more impatient than usual, and you only thought that it was because he was needy from not seeing you for the past three days, but something was off about him.
He was rougher than usual. Every time he grabbed your thighs and pulled you toward him, he wasn’t being careful digging his nail into your skin. There was a sense of urgency in the way he kissed you. He would let his teeth graze the delicate skin of your lips, and at times it felt like he did it intentionally to break the skin open. His tongue would then lick over that same spot, and you swore you could taste the faint salty, metallic taste on his tongue when he plunged it down your throat.
But all it took was a glimpse into his bloodlust eyes.
Somehow, underneath the amber light, his eyes seemed to glow blood red as he was kissing the space between your breasts. You were, of course, stuck in a haze when his mouth did such a sinful thing to you–licking and kissing his way down your body while his large palm covered your soft mound. There was no hesitation of course when you let out a terrifying scream as you tried to scurry out from beneath him, but Miguel had you in a grip. And from the way your scent changes, he knows that you have figured him out.
Miguel slowly sat up as he gazed down at you. A thin trail of crimson liquid ran down his chin. His tongue darted out to lick the traces of your blood, flashing you a small glimpse of his fangs.
You were delirious and frantic at this point. You could feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through you as every cell in your body told you to run.
“What the fuck are you?”
Miguel didn’t miss the way your voice trembled as you took a step back, hand clutching whatever article of clothes you had. He also couldn’t ignore the way your heart surged, beating so hard against your ribcage as if it was about to burst through your chest cavity. He also couldn’t deny the intoxicated smell of your blood that was pumping through your veins either. His gum ached just from the desire to sink his teeth into your skin while he fuck you deeply. He had never wanted anyone in his life before–hell, he had never wanted to mate with anyone this much in all of his existence. The thought of feeding you while he bred you was driving him mad.
“You know the answer to that already, love. Do you want me to spell it out for you?”
Miguel took a step towards you, and you retreated. In the confinement of the cabin, his stature appeared larger inside the cabin. He could have easily snapped you in half if he wanted, but that was far from it.
He was right. You knew exactly what he was. Your brain could piece together the little clue. The red glowing eyes, the sharp fangs, and those talon-like nails–you knew exactly what he was.
“A-Are you going to kill me?”
Miguel laughed in reply, and you took another step backward. He knew you would want to run, and that only made this little thing a little more fun for him.
“Hmm…originally,” he replied pensively as he ran his claws through his messy, brown hair, letting some traces of your blood coated his strands. It was true. His original intention was to devour you, but for some reason, the more time he spent with you, the more he craved you in a way that feeding you would satisfy him.
“But you turned out to be far, far better than a one-time meal for me. You see, I was searching for someone that I could spend the rest of my eternity with. I’ve never thought that I would find someone as perfect as you are, but by hell…” He chuckled as if he couldn’t believe that someone like you could be real.
“You were so eager to have my affection and so eager to be with me. Not to mention how fucking perfect you are for me. Your scent–every time you came, the smell of your blood felt like some sort of stimulant to me…like a drug that somehow I can’t get enough of, so I gotta have you, sweetheart. All we need to do is perform the mating ritual, and we shall spend the rest of our eternity together.”
“You’re insane,” you managed to utter the words out. “You are fucking insane…you did all this just to make me into some sort of your little pet for you to feed on.”
Miguel chuckled again. “Hmm, I mean a nicer term would be my mate. A great deal if you ask me because the alternative will be me draining you dry until you are nothing more than skin and bones. And if it wasn’t me, there are others that are far worse than I.”
“You’re insane,” you sobbed as your back was now flushed against the cabin door.
“Hmm, am I? I thought you wanted me. You said that the last time we made love, did you not.”
You gasped out loud as you remembered that one night that he had stayed over. It was the middle of your fucking of course. You were clearly under the influence of lust to even think straight.
“You clearly said you wanted to be mine. You said that I can take you, and here I am, taking you up on that offer.”
His smile slowly turned sickly sweet. You were horrified of him of course.
“Please let me go,” you pleaded with your hands behind your back, trying to slowly turn the door knob. Miguel knew of course, but he had been a patient man. He could play along a bit more. It wasn’t like you can run far.
“Hmmm, why would I do that when I have spent so much time getting to know you?”
“Please?” you begged again, this time you knew that once you got him distracted you could bolt right out.
“No.”
You swallowed as you watched him, making sure that you could catch him off guard, and you bolted right out the door.
You ran like hell. The icy cold wind bit through your skin, as your legs burned. It wasn’t ideal to run with your bare feet, but you didn’t have a choice. You didn’t even bother to look back to see if he followed you or not.
Miguel leaped from one tree branch to another, eyes and ears pin-pointed to your location. Even at the slightest movement within his property, he could hear you. It wasn’t like you could run far, he thought to himself as he breathed in your lingering scent again. Miguel licked his lips as if the smell had invigorated him or something.
There was no time, you thought again. You have to run, you told yourself when suddenly your foot got caught by the mud and toppled you over with a soft thud. You yelped out in surprise as pain shot out from your ankle.
“Fuck, fuck fuck…” you mumbled in between your breath as you tried to pull yourself out of this predicament. Your clothes are stained with mud and dead leaves. The smell of dead vegetation filled your nostrils.
“This can’t be happening,” you sobbed as you dragged yourself forward, crawling atop the muddy forest floor. Every moment was slow as you struggled. Tears soaked your face as you heard faint footsteps following you not too far behind, stalking, observing. You didn’t dare to look. You just knew who it was, and you didn’t dare to think of anything else other than to escape.
You could barely hear what he was saying in Spanish when your heart was beating so hard against your chest. It was almost deafening by the way you were practically hyperventilating as panic set it. You didn’t want him to catch you, but damn your stupid ankle, and damn your stupid self for believing his lies. You should have known that this was too good to be true. No good men in their right mind wanted you. The thought only made you sob harder because hell, you really believed him.
You were at the point of exhaustion as Miguel continued to observe you not too far behind when hands were in his pocket. It was a pitiful sight indeed, but you were too damn stubborn, and he somehow had to teach you a lesson or two first.
“Are you done?” Miguel asked, kneeling next to you. Of course, you instinctively flinched away from him and didn’t answer, but he chose to ignore that.
“Look at what you’ve done to yourself…we could have been civilized, you know,” he said as he slid his arms underneath you and picked you up. You felt his smell enamored you as he pressed close to his chest. Why did he has to smell so fucking good all the damn time?
“You wanted to kill me,” you said in between hiccups of your sob.
“No–now, you are just being unreasonable. I wanted you—not to kill you. I want to have you, there’s two different things, sweetheart.”
“The same frickin thing,” you said in between your sobs. “I’ll end up dead regardless.”
Miguel didn’t say anything. He simply and quickly made his way back into his cabin and headed straight to the bathroom. You watched him carefully as he placed you on your feet. He turned on the shower to the warm setting and waited until the water came to the temperature.
“What are you doing?” you asked. You realized your voice was hoarse now from all the crying and screaming.
“Cleaning you…do you want to stay in these muddy, wet clothes?” His dark brows quirked as he looked at you with his crimson gaze.
“Stop pretending like you care about me when I am nothing more than your meal.”
Miguel let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh, but you are not,” he reassured you again as he crouched down until he was at your eye level. His deft fingers worked quickly with your tops and pants. “I’ve told you before, I want to have you.”
“The same fucking thing!”
Miguel huffed as his anger boiled over. He suddenly grabbed you by the nape of your neck, forcing you to look at him. There was no denying that he was furious.
“If you’re going to treat me like a fucking monster, I’ll show you a monster.”
With that, his mouth crashed into yours with a ferocity that was unlike anything you ever felt. His hard body pressed against yours almost too much. His arm snaked around your waist, constricting you. You could feel his fangs scraping your skin every now and then. His tongue plunged into your mouth, licking and sucking at your tongue.
Miguel was relentless in his quest to break you–to mold you into his perfect bride. Long had his search been to find the perfect person, and long had he been, enduring years of loneliness and drowning himself in the sea of bloodlust. But now, he found you, and he won’t stop until you become his.
He grabbed you by the ass and hoisted you up. He brought you under the hot water, your back pressed against the cool wall as his lips trailed down to your neck. You could feel his tongue licking along the column of your neck. Miguel would press his sharp fangs against your neck enough to elicit a whimper out of you, but not enough to pierce your skin just yet.
“Tell me you want me,” he said, his voice vibrating against your neck as you shudder in his arms. You could feel his cock pressed against your stomach. “Beg me to fuck you and fill you.”
You whimpered, unable to vocalize or rationalize anything.
On one hand, you wanted him. In such a short period of time, you felt like you found the one person that want you without judgment, on the other hand, he lied to you–hell, he was a fucking vampire.
Miguel groaned as he slowly ground his hips against your bare core. His large palm squeezed at your ass cheek firmly before slapping it.
“Say it!”
The growling sent chills down your spine as you let out a somewhat incoherent whimper.
You were practically sobbing in his arms as he nibbled against your skin. You were clearly scared and helpless, and Miguel could tell by the way the sickly sweet scent filled the bathroom. He had no desire to force you, but your insistence on insulting and running away from him made him this way.
Taking a deep breath, he stopped and simply stood there with you in his arms, allowing the hot water to wash dirt and grime off you. He had to tell himself that you needed time to process all of these. But time wasn’t the luxury he had right now. The mating needed to be tonight. He cannot endure another full moon without you.
After a long moment of calming himself, he finally spoke with his forehead pressed against yours. His crimson eyes were no longer glowing.
“I have no desire to spend eternity with you resenting me, so I will give you a choice of coming to me willingly. ”
“The alternative?” you croaked. “What if I don’t want to change?”
“You know the answer to that,” he said somberly as he put you down. “Clean up and don’t you fucking dare think about running again.”
*****
You finished showering and limped out of the bathroom to find Migule sitting at the edge of the bed, his eyes never faltering from you as you slowly approached him. You noticed that he was holding a pouch of blood in one hand, which was already half empty. His lips stained a deep shade of red, glistening with the liquid that he was drinking. Fear traced its way down your spine.
Miguel noticed your concerned expression and spoke. “I’m trying to feed myself so I don’t take too much from you.”
“That’s very considerate of you,” you mumbled with arms crossed over your naked chest.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Miguel said. His warm smoky scent filled the room. The air felt so thick that you felt like you were choking on it. He held out a hand–an open invitation for you to take.
“Eternity is a long time,” you said softly. “I’m not sure if I can do that.”
Miguel closed his palm around yours and pulled you in until you were straddling him. His forehead pressed against yours again. You could feel his sickly, sweet breath brushing against your skin as you stared at him. “You’ll figure it out. I’ll make sure you see my reasons.”
With that, his lips closed against yours. This time he was gentle and slow and deliberate. It felt like the Miguel that you came to know–perhaps the visage that he had put on to make you fall for him. He trailed one hand up and down your spine, while the other held you firmly in place.
His tongue swept across your lips, then along your jawline. Licking and tasting every inch of your skin. You were practically breathless at this point as your body felt weaker against his barrage upon your senses.
“Tell me you want me,” he mumbled against your breast. His low, baritone voice sent a tremor straight through you as his crimson eyes watched you. “Beg me to take you.”
“P-please take me…” you said in a haze as your lashes fluttered from the wet sensation of his mouth against your breast.
He grunted and bit down slightly on your right breast. A small gush of your blood flooded his mouth as he drank you in. Every inch of his body felt like it was set ablaze as the sweet taste of your blood coated his tongue. He felt his cock hardened as every part of him filled with nothing but you.
It should have hurt, but your fucked up brain was far too gone. Instead of pain, you felt pleasure as your pussy felt like it was gushing out even more slick.
“Fuck,” he growled as his tongue darted out to lick the small puncture wound on your soft mound. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. I’m going to drink you, fill you, and breed you until you’re filled with nothing but me.”
You whined as he had you on your back. His large body hovered over yours. You were practically delirious at this point. Miguel still licked his lips, savoring the way your blood still lingered on them. It took everything in him to not initiate the ritual then. He wanted to enjoy you as a mortal first, taking his time a bit before changing you.
Miguel licked two of his long, thick fingers, wetting them first before he brought it down to your nether lips. His fingers brushed against the fold, allowing your wetness to coat them before he plunged them right into your soppy pussy.
Your body jolted instantly as he was knuckled deep inside you. The soft, squelching sound filled the room as he pumped his digits in and out with intent. Miguel’s thumb pressed and swiped against your clit, bringing you raw pleasure. Your body responded in such a way that you didn’t understand. You were practically grounding your hips against his arms, fucking yourself on his fingers needily.
“Miguel…” you moaned, but he didn’t verbally respond. Instead, he bent his head down and licked the same spot where he had drank from you.
He suddenly added a third finger and he suddenly sped up his movement while his mouth was around your stiff nipple. Pleasure bombarded your senses.
You moaned out his name again.
“You like that, hmmm?”
You nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted under your breath as you watched him with a hazy gaze.
“Hmmm,” he said before withdrawing his fingers from you. A protesting whine left your lips, but you soon found yourself gasping again when he swiftly moved down. His mouth was practically devouring your pussy. His tongue pressed and toyed with your clit while his vice-like grip held you in place.
A deep rumbling noise emitted from his chest and vibrated straight through your pussy. Your clit was throbbing to your frantic heartbeat. Your pussy clenched and unclenched at the emptiness you wish he would fill you with. It was like a never-ending hell as he tore you apart and put you back together simultaneously. And it wasn’t long when you came with a strangled cry.
Miguel continued to plunge his tongue into your needy hole, lapping at your essence. You could feel his sharp fangs traced against the skin of your inner thigh. And without a thought he sank his teeth into your flesh once again, drinking you slowly. It was like a burst of adrenaline shot through his veins as your sweet taste coursed through his body. As if his cock weren’t hard already, whatever the fuck your blood was doing to him was like some sort of drug that made him mad.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he mumbled as he moved to kneel between your legs. A trail of thick blood ran down his chin as he looked at you. He was wild, terrified, and hot all at once, and you felt your reservation slowly slipping.
His arms slid between under thighs, lifting them over his forearms as his body moved closer so that his knees were now close to your chest. He adjusted his hips and pressed the fat tip of his cock against your wet entrance. His crimson eyes never tore away from you.
Miguel slowly pressed forward, entering you with a slow and precise movement. Your eyes closed as he stretched you out deliciously, filling you with that long, thick cock. You could barely have your eyes opened as he began to move, driving himself into you with a ferocity that you’ve never experienced before.
Miguel was dangerous alright–not in the way that he was a vampire, but by the way he knew how to make you feel far too damn good. He was your heaven and hell wrapped up into one.
He sank deeper, lowering his weight until you felt like you couldn't take anymore. Every thrust made you breathless. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he slammed into you, making you moan louder.
The smell of smoky, sweet scent filled your nostrils as he dipped his head and pressed his lips against your neck. You could feel his every grunt reverberating through you from the effort of his movement alone.
That familiar warmth ran down his spine and straight through his balls. He knew he was close, and by the way your pussy was clenching around him, he knew you were close too.
Without a thought, he sank his teeth into you and drank you in as he continued to fuck you. Rapture tore through you with a newfound sensation, unlike anything you felt before. Your body felt like it was floating as coldness seeped through you.
And then an intense, salty coppery taste coated your tongue, filling you and drowning you with it. You realize that Miguel no longer moved as he allowed you to drink from his wrist. His blood filled you, choking you until the darkness took you over.
He sat there, watching as your body lay limp. Anxiety filled him as he waited. Perhaps he took too much, or perhaps he didn’t give you enough.
A faint thud pulled Miguel out of his thoughts. And then Another, and another.
Miguel watched pensively as you slowly opened your eyes. His lips stretched into a smile.
It’s October, and you know what that means: spooky fun. I welcome you to Carpe Noctum, my first-ever spooky season event!
In the next four weeks, I will post four fics with four different characters with various horror/dark themes & kinks
As usual, this is 18+ only! Minors do not interact! All of the fics will contain dark and horror elements & themes that will be out of my usual scope. Therefore, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Heed the warnings of each fic and proceed cautiously.
Week 1: vampire!Miguel
Contains horror elements like blood, and darker theme like dub con & hunter/prey, blood play, oral fixation, and breeding kink.
Week 2: werewolf!Frank Castle
Contains horror elements like body horror & gore. Choking kink, size kink, & breeding kink.
Week 3: Reaper!Thor
Contains horror elements of body horror &blood/gore. Will be dubcon, stalking, size kink, breeding kink, & hunter/prey
Week 4: warlock! Bucky
Contains body horror elements, some gore. Stalking, possessive behavior, bondage, & corruption kink.
Apotheosis—the highest point in the development of something; culmination or climax.
Word count: 2.0k
Warnings: pwp. brain rotting smut with slight angst. Cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex. Some soft moment between Miguel & Reader. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY
A/N: I finally caved in and wrote this 😩 no beta, so if there’s mistake, I apologize in advance. If you liked this please support by commenting/reblogging.
*** do not repost, copy or translate my works anywhere else. Reblog & comment is greatly appreciated. Banner by @cafekitsune
Sweat trickled down your temples as your back arched forward. Wordless panting passed through your parted lips as your mind singularly focused on his touches.
He was relentless in his assault–dragging the flat of his tongue across the seam of your drenching folds, lapping at your juices, and drinking you greedily as if you were the nectar of the gods. His thick fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs as he held you there with your knees to your chest, exposing every part of you to him.
His large body easily covered yours. Effortless in the way he moved–almost like a dance. He was a hulking presence of his own, dwarfing you so easily within the proximity.
Miguel’s face was buried into your pussy, unrelenting in his quest to unravel you bit by bit. His tongue parted the nether lips and pressed into your needy hole, pushing it into you slowly before withdrawing it again. Occasionally, you hear the lewd slurping sound pushed through the haze of your drunken desire for him. It was a slow torturous affair where he was taking his time, savoring you.
A Deep rumbling noise emitted from his chest and vibrated straight to your aching core, making your clit throb to your frantic heartbeat. The tip of his tongue pushed against your clit and swirled around the sensitive bud before he sucked on it, making every molecule in your body scream for him.
He eyed you as he was fucking you with his mouth, toying with your clit until your body shook and quivered at the mercy of his will, only then he would stop, giving you some time to breathe before he started his assault upon your senses all over again.
It felt like it was never-ending as your body was once more strung up and approaching the crescendo. Miguel was wordless as he concentrated on bringing you another mind-shattering orgasm. Of course, it wasn’t long. It never was. He was always so eager, so you came with a soft sob as your body strained and convulsed in his embrace. But still, he held onto you with a vice-like grip, pinning you down as his mouth was still attached to your core.
You have lost count of how many times you have come–hell, your mind was so delirious this time around that all you could do was laid there, waiting for him to be done.
A sly smirk etched at the corner of his perfect lips. His tongue darted out to lick the slick remnant of your release. His eyes had never left yours.
It all started with a simple touch–an innocent one almost. You accidentally nicked your finger with a knife while you were peeling fruits. The next thing you know, he was there, taking your hand into his and observing the cut. It wasn’t a bad one of course. All you needed was a bandage, but Miguel thought otherwise.
Your brain stopped functioning entirely when he suddenly placed your finger inside his mouth. His tongue slide over the shallow wound, and you could feel your pussy throb suddenly as heat rushed up to the tip of your ears. Your body felt like it was set ablaze as he averted his eyes to meet yours while he was still sucking on your finger. His expression was unhinged, yet there was something about the way his eyes bored into yours that made your pussy quiver.
“Push me away,” he told you once he release your finger, eyes still bored into yours with an unyielding gaze. You could see the way his muscles flexed and strained–the way his neck muscles would cord as if he was trying to refrain from giving in to his carnal desires. “Say that you hate me,” he said again, this time taking a step forward crowding your space as if he was trying to scare you.
It didn’t work of course.
“What?--I don’t hate you.”
“Well you should,” he said again, leaning his large, hulking form closer to you. “Everyone hates me.”
“That’s not true. I like yo—” You stopped yourself before blurting out the rest of the words as you stared up at him, mortified.
Panic began to set in, and felt like all the air in your lungs was getting sucked out. He wasn’t supposed to know. Nobody was supposed to know–yet here you were, casually confessing to a man that probably hate your gut.
Then he touched you, and all of the invasive thoughts melted away instantly.
There was something soft and gentle in the way his fingertips traced the side of your cheek that made your skin prick with goosebumps.
“Don’t say that…” His voice came out almost too soft. His eyes melted into a liquid crimson.
“Say what?”
At this point, you were as enticed by him as he was by you, but both of you wanted to be the first to admit the kind of effect you had on each other.
“That you like me…” The words came out like an admission—his way of surrendering to the lingering feeling he had been suspecting for the past months.
“Why not?”
“Because it gives me hope…” He sounded so sad that it made you ache.
His thumb stroked your cheek and you lost all of your ability to think. You realized you wanted those hands all over you. All over. Every inch of your skin. He was large and powerful. His shoulders were broad. His chest was wide and hard. He could easily snap you in half if he wished. Yet his touch was gentle like he was trying to be careful.
“W-what?”
It was like he was running out of patience at that moment.
“Just push me away before I do something stupid,” he said again. His nostrils flared as his liquid rubies glanced down to your lips.
“Like…”
“God, woman. If you don’t go now, I will kiss you!” He hissed frustratingly. Clearly, he was losing this battle.
“Kiss me then,” you bravely said though it came out weaker than you imagined inside your head. Heat bloomed across your face as you mustered up the courage to look up to him in the eyes. You noticed that Miguel’s mouth hung agape for a brief second as if the gears inside of his head were slowly clicking into place. “I won’t stop you,” you added meekly when you noticed that Miguel was still staring at you with his mouth open.
And like a snap of a finger, he inched closer until your lips were a mere millimeter away from one another. He paused there as if he was waiting for you to change your mind and run away from him, but you did the opposite.
You stood on your tip-toe and closed in the distance as your lips found his…which brought you here, lying beneath him as Miguel slowly loomed over your form as you lay there, trying to catch your breath from the God-knows-what number of orgasms he just gave you.
The tip of your breast brushed his warm, hard chest as he leaned forward and kissed you. His lips parted instantly. Greedy and hungry for the taste of you. His tongue danced with yours, flicking and sliding. Your taste lingered on his tongue as he greedily devoured you. His large palms cupping your facing prevented you from turning away from him. But how could you when he was the only thing that occupied your mind? Every breath you take, you were breathing him. It was almost scary how much a person has such a hold on you.
Yet you allowed it.
You tipped your head back, allowing him to kiss his way down to the column of your throat where he would nip and suck until you groaned beneath him. Your body shivered as you felt the head of his cock dragging across the plain of your stomach, filling you with nothing but a sense of anticipation of the promise of euphoric bliss. Your pussy was practically begging for him, clenching at the nothingness as his lips found your stiff peak, suckling on it until you moaned.
Miguel’s nose was buried in your skin, completely drowning himself with nothing but your scent. Your soft skin felt warm and inviting to him. His large hands roamed your body, relishing in the ample curve in his palms. He was feasting on your nipple, pulling one of them then the other into his mouth. His groaned reverberating into your chest when he felt your fingers buried in his hair and tugging it. His fingers easily slipped between your slippery folds. So hot and so ready for him.
Miguel tore himself from your breast as he fingered you slowly, eyes watching as pleasure crowded your sanity once more. The soft, squelching sound filled the room as his breathing become erratic. His cock was straining, practically begging to fill you with warm, inviting heat.
Once he had enough, he moved down to seat himself between your legs. His eyes never left yours as he palm his cock in his hand. You couldn’t help but stare at how hot and heavy he was for you. He settled himself at your entrance, probing the head of his cock along your folds first, coating the thick shaft with your juices before he pushed in.
You reacted with a jolt as he stretched you out. Your ass practically came off the mattress, legs hanging in the air as he thrust deep into you.
A deep groan rumbled like soft thunder rolling over the earth as he settled into a slow pace, inching forward bit by bit until you completely sheathed him to the base. You fought a whimper as you wrapped your legs around his taut waist, taking him deeper. You could feel every muscle in his body strained and corded from the effort alone.
Miguel grunted as his movement slowly became erratic. It seemed like whatever control he had left was slowly slipping. His hips surged with a powerful push, knocking all of the air right out of your lungs, while his grip on yours was relentless, guaranteeing to leave marks later.
He felt your wall flutter around him while your head thrashed from side to side. He knew you were close and the prospect of feeling the way your pussy spasm and squeezing his cock filled him with anticipation.
He thrust hard, jolting your body forward while letting his free hand roam to the space where you connected to find your sensitive bud. His dexterous fingers were rubbing and stroking, sending you reeling as your body reacted on instinct.
You came with a loud sob as your body pulsed and shuddered, your pussy rippling around his cock, squeezing him and milking him before Migule reluctantly pulled away and came all over your stomach.
None of you moved when it was over.
None of you wanted to move. Miguel stayed knelt between your legs, hunched over with one hand holding to his not soft cock, stroking until the last rament of his cum completely spent on you.
Silent filled the room when he moved to lay next to you, breathless and panting. Perspiration dampened his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. You were too exhausted and boneless from all of the earth-shattering orgasms he had given you that trying to find words to remedy the silence was far out of your mind.
In all honesty, there was no need to when he turned and draped his arm over you while his face was buried in your neck, mumbling sweet nothing into your skin before exhaustion overtook you both.
Summary: Sugar Daddy! Strange is back. It's been five months since the events of The Beginning. Nothing was more blissful than spending your first summer at Lake Como by your doctor's side, but of course, there was always something or someone that may have ruined just that.
W/C: over 2K
Warnings: smut: cunnilingus & angst. Plot heavy that lead to the next part. Mentioned of Odin, as well as an appearance of Loki & Thor 😈 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.
A/N: My writing for Strange is a little rusty, but this idea has been floating for some time. I just think that their arrangement is a bit messy, especially when feelings do evolve. 🥲 As usual, no beta. If I missed anything, I do apologize. If you enjoyed this, please comment & reblog for support. I love hearing about your thought on this little Drabble.
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Sweat trickled down your neck as you felt his lips skim along your collarbones. Your back ached as his body pinned you against the wall of the villa. Rough fingertips dug into the soft skin of your hips, imprinting his touches straight to your bones.
The cool breeze from the lake did nothing to cool down the fire he set upon your senses as he slid his tongue along the slippery seam. Every part of you buzzed and hummed with anticipation of being discovered. What would they say about the well-respected Doctor Strange, down on his knees with his face buried between some woman’s legs?
The age gap between the two of you has never been an issue–or at least that’s what you assume. The arrangement that you came to be was purely out of desperation between needing financial support from him, and him needing companionship from you. You made a deal with him some five months ago, and looked how far you have come now with your sundress hiked up to your waist, and the good doctor’s face buried right between the legs.
The sex had always been easy because you had always had a crush on him since your day as the barista from a small coffee shop he frequented. He was also quite understanding about this whole arrangement as well, which begged the question as to why he was single in the first place. But you kept that to yourself because your job was to be his sugar baby–to be his arm candy, and to make him look good. It wasn’t your job to ask him questions that he doesn’t want to answer.
And quite frankly, you were too attached to him to want to know why he wanted to stay single.
A muffled, tortuous moan slipped past your lips when you felt him parting your folds with his tongue as he settled into a feast. Your legs trembled. Your hand in his hair, bunching and pulling at the soft strands until he let out a low, rumbling groan that reverberated straight into your pussy, pulling you closer to the edge.
He was spreading you open with his hands as if he was trying to plunge his tongue deeper inside you, and you couldn’t help but ground your hips to meet your mouth.
“Stephen…” you sobbed softly, trying to not make any loud noises because there were people up front.
Thor Odinson had invited Doctor Strange to his summer home here at Lake Como since the doctor was a good friend of his father, Odin Borson.
With the state that the two of you were in though, you weren't quite sure if Thor would ever invite you to his home ever again if he walked in on the two of you fucking like a bunch of horny teenagers behind his villa.
Stephen Strange didn’t reply to you as he thrust his tongue into your drenching pussy. Your hips churned as your pulse pounded to your clit. Each shallow penetration continued to push you further and closer to your release.
He was your heaven and hell wrapped into a six-foot-something, forty-year-old man. And when he started to suck on your clit, your brain turned into a puddle.
You came with a strangled moan as your body clenched and trembled. Your thighs clenched tightly around his head, but that didn’t seem to bother him much as he continued to drink all of your releases.
It felt like an eternity though as you stood there waiting on Strange to finish what he was doing. Your body felt warm from the Italian summer air and well from what your doctor was doing to you. Your legs felt almost boneless and you had to brace yourself against the wall of the villa.
You looked up, and Strange wasn’t in a better state than you as his hair was messy, standing up in various directions. His face was flushed. Lips gleam from the remnant of your little act. You helped straighten his clothes of course, because everyone would be suspicious if he returned looking so disheveled and so…relax now.
He smiled and looked at you as you helped him fold the sleeves of his linen shirt, revealing the many tattoos he adorned.
“They're gonna know,” you mumbled.
“Nobody’s going to know. They probably think we’re exploring the house or something.”
He failed at trying to reassure you, especially when he looked so…smugged.
“Besides, Thor is a friend–everyone here are friends. Nobody cares.”
Yes. Your friends. Not mine.
“Even his brother?”
Loki Odinson. Thor’s younger brother had never gotten along with the doctor. Even when you and Strange first showed up here, you didn’t feel the welcoming air around him like the rest of the family. The two men could not stand each other. Something about Strange humiliated the younger Odinson during his Ph.D. days.
Again, their history had always been vague, and you weren’t close enough to ask questions.
“Loki is…Loki. Acknowledging him will not do you good. It is best if you’re not acquainted with him.”
“That bad?”
Strange chuckled. “Depends on your definition of ‘bad’. I think of it as a friendly banter between old acquaintances”
You stared at him with the expression of ‘Are you kidding me?’. Strange just chuckled again.
“Don’t worry, ok?” His large hands clasped over your shoulders.
You chewed on your lips briefly before you nodded. Stephen placed a kiss on your forehead before heading back to the party first, leaving you here to your worried thoughts.
As Stephen Strange disappeared out of your line of sight, you heard another footstep approaching, and of course, who else would that be beside the one person you dreaded to be alone with the most?
Loki noticed your expression and he stopped and leaned against the stone railing that overlooked the lake. A mischievous smirk quirked at the corner of his lips as he observed you for a long moment.
“The doctor is a bit too old for you, don’t you think?”
“I’m a full-grown adult…my decision is my own.”
Loki chuckled as he raked his long slender fingers through his hair. Oh, you definitely exceeded his expectation alright. Perhaps this was why Strange picked you. He was never the type to go for someone with no backbone.
“Of course. I just thought it’s funny that you would be with someone twice your age…especially when you can do so much better.”
You could feel the heat flooding your face. You couldn’t tell what his intention was.
“I did a little research–,” he continued. “Y’know as one would when an outsider suddenly got invited to a private gathering. I’m not here to judge, but I do applaud you for the sort of scheme you’re playing. Never thought that Strange would be into the whole sugar daddy thing, but hey, when your ex of over five years dumped you and married some guys she met just a little under a year, I would do something out of the ordinary too.”
His words sting you deeply, and you were trying very hard to now show him any sort of emotion to satisfy his little jab.
“What is your point then, Mr. Odinson?”
Loki chuckled as if he found this whole situation funny.
“Nothing at all. Just curious about what the two of you are going to be…Strange is not the type to settle that easily, and I don’t think he would settle for someone…well…”
“Someone like me?”
Loki smirked. “Oh darling, I think you can do so much better than the doctor. I would hate to see your heart get broken. That’s all.”
“What makes you think that I’m going to get my heart broken when you already know that this is just an arrangement.”
“Sweetheart, I can see the way you were looking at him…It is more than what you bargained for, and to be quite frank with you, I don’t think he’s worth it.”
Loki took a few steps toward you until he was in front of you. His designer cologne permeated the air around you, filling you with nothing but his scent.
“There’s plenty of fish in the sea. Why settle for one rich guy, when you’re surrounded by plenty here?”
You couldn’t miss the gleam in his eyes as he stared at you with a newfound interest.
“If money is what you want, it shouldn’t be a problem, and of course, it doesn’t hurt that I am much closer to your age than he ever is.”
Anger that was simmered beneath your skin was finally boiling over. It was never about his interest in you. It had always been about looking at you like you were some sort of a whore, wanting nothing more than money. What you had with Strange was more than an exchange of money and sex–it was about seeking solace in each other–About filling the void of the loneliness that only the two of you understand. He warned you of the way others would perceive this sort of arrangement, but you just didn’t imagine it was going to be this way. Perhaps you were naive after all.
You were about to open your mouth to say something, but a voice interrupted.
“Is this how you are trying to flirt, Loki?” came Strange’s voice, making the other man’s head whip back. You could see Loki’s expression change as he straightened up to his full height. Anger? Annoyance? You couldn’t distinguish between the two, but you could see the way his thin lips pulled into a straight line. His deep green eyes darkened with stormy clouds.
“Couldn’t keep your clammy little hands to yourself, huh?” Strange was now standing right beside you, with his arm around your waist as he offered the other man a friendly, yet cold smile.
“Oh, you know. Couldn’t help but entertain your little friend here…”
“Girlfriend,” Strange corrected, and you could feel heat spread out onto your face and straight to the tip of your ears.
Being called his girlfriend was definitely, and definitely welcoming. The thought just never occurred to you that he was going to say it out loud so casually.
Unless he really didn’t mean it like that.
Loki noticed the unhinged expression on Strange's face, and he knew when the battle was lost. As much as he hated it, Loki conceded with a smirk.
“Of course. How could I ever be mistaken? Perhaps another time, Ms. Y/L/N.”
You watched as the dark-haired man walked back into the house without so much as turning back. His slender form disappeared behind the white door, and for the first time, you found yourself breathing again.
Strange now rubbed your back in a slow, soothing motion.
“Well having him hitting on you was definitely not on my bingo card, but I supposed, it means that I am lucky enough to find someone as enticing enough to pique his interest.”
“I think he just wants to hurt you by trying to get on with me,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“I can’t blame him for trying…”
You turned and looked up at him, clearly confused by his words. Strange didn’t say anything more, other than pulling you back to join him with the rest of the party.
More questions have arisen. Were you two officially dating now, or was the doctor simply trying to get Loki off of both of your asses. You would never know because, by the time you could even form a coherent thought, you were greeted by the people at the party again.
If only you knew the truth…
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“Am I really your girlfriend?” You asked after sometimes later, when the people started to settle down and mingle in smaller groups. You could still sense Loki’s gaze across the garden as he eyed the two of you.
The question somewhat surprised him. He thought he was being more than obvious and clear when he declared you just as that. Strange was oblivious to the conflict you were battling inside your head.
“I thought that I was being clear earlier.”
His tone was neutral, which made you perceived it as if he was being nonchalant about the whole ordeal. Perhaps it was the wine or perhaps it was Loki who made you question everything that has to do with Strange. Whatever it was, slowly consumed your thought, and you found yourself not wanting to be here anymore.
“Well, under the circumstances that those words were said out loud, I cannot be sure.”
Strange turned and looked at you. Clearly confused.
“If I said yes, does that make you feel better?”
Something about his tone that ticked you off. It was like something in your head snapped.
“It’s not about how I feel, Stephen…I just want to know what’s going on. For all I know, you only said that I’m your girlfriend just to get Loki off our asses…”
“Is that how you think of me?”
He was offended at the fact that you would think of him like this—like some sort of an asshole. I mean, he was like that once upon a time, but he was different now.
“I—I don’t know. It just sounded like that when you came out of nowhere and declare me as your girlfriend. We have never discussed it before. I just—“
“What? Repulse by that idea?”
You opened your mouth then close. Every words that you try to say suddenly get twisted. You weren’t a fan of that at all.
“Do not put words into my mouth,” hurt laced every words of that statement. Even Strange could see the way your eyes were suddenly watered, and the way your jaws were clenched tightly as you stared ahead. “I am trying to understand you, but all you do is avoid answering my questions.”
“Y/N…please just don’t…” he raked his fingers through his hair in a frustration matter.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to humiliate you in front of your friends today…I’ll be here and be pretty like what you paid me to do.”
Strange now really turned and looked at you with exasperated look, yet his mouth wouldn’t open to say anything more. Had he screwed up for not admitting the truth? Was he even good enough to even call you his girlfriend? That, he was really unsure about.
As much as he wanted to blame Loki for this, he knew better that it was him who was the coward in admitting his own feelings.
This was definitely more than he bargained for, alright.
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"Brother...You're awfully quiet this evening. Would you mind indulging me in what you are scheming at the moment?"
Loki turned to Thor, who was quite perceptive today. He was more observant than usual, which made him a bit more annoying than anything.
"Something is off between those two, and I am trying to figure it out..."
Thor followed the path of his brother's stare and found that you and Strange barely looked or talk at each other. You had your arms crossed over your chest, barely acknowledging the doctor beside you.
"Careful now. It's not your business," Thro said softly. His voice had always been so deep and rumbly, even if he wasn't trying to sound serious.
"Did he say that she's his girlfriend?"
"Why do you want to know?"
Loki didn't answer.
"Loki...Do not--and I repeat, do not insert yourself in their affair."
The dark hair man smirked in triumph. "I don't know, brother. I just got the best idea around."
Thor raised an eyebrow and waited for Loki to continue.
"How do you feel about roping Doctor Strange to become your CMO for your company?"
Thor had considered the possibility many times before, but Strange had always wanted to work in New York. Moving him all the way to Norway to become the CMO of Odis Therapeutic not only cost them a lot of money but also required a lot of convincing as well. the man just wanted to teach more than anything. Putting him in the C-suite could be the best decision he ever made or the stupidest one..Mainly the man demanded a lot, and he just didn't know if that was worth it or not.
"Why the sudden recommendation?" Thor asked
"I just think we need a brain like him in our company. That's all." He smirked even though he had another plan in mind that involve you in it. "So...What say you?"
Thor chewed on his lips momentarily before chugging the last remnant of his drink.
"It wouldn't hurt to ask him again..."
"Excellent."
A/N: CMO: chief medical officer.
I just thought it would be neat to have Thor as the CEO of a biotech company. Anyway, what do you guys think Loki is scheming? Is he not ready to give up on our reader just yet? Let me know.
Summary: It’s your Steve’s birthday, and you let him do whatever he wants to you.
Word count: 2.0K
Warning: SHAMELESS SMUT!! Steve is being nasty & unhinged. Oral (male receiving), face-fucking, & vaginal sex, creampied, Dirty talk (ooc ??? lol)
A/N: It’s that time of the year where I write Steve’s fic again, folks! Hope you liked it! Please do heed the warning that this Steve is a bit OOC. Also, it’s been a while that I write anything, so I please be kind. I’m a little rusty. No beta either, so if I missed anything, I apologize in advance. Reblog & comment is greatly appreciated and mean so much!!
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Hot and humid breath danced across your skin as his lips traced along the column of your neck, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. The heat from his body radiated off of him and enveloped you with nothing but his scent lacing with the sweetness of the wine–fresh, sweet, and warm just like the month of July.
Synopsis: This is a No Powers AU. Namor and Attuma are renowned businessmen who built business empire around the globe. As best friends and business partners, they share everything, and that include you.
While on his business trip, Namor’s attention shifts toward his business empire and less on you. Feeling unloved and unneeded, you decide to runaway. Of course, it doesn’t take long for you other lover to seek after you and bring you back to them.
Word count: 8.2K
Warnings: smut with plot!! slight angst! Established poly relationship. Predator/prey play, praise kink, finger kink, fingering, vaginal sex, car sex, oral (male & female receiving), dom/sub undertone, spit roasting, cum eating/dumping
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Listen I don’t know how it gets to this point but the idea of Namor fucking you in his room in the cave with all his paintings, but it’s MESSY like y’all have paint smeared on your bodies, smudged a new painting on the wall that hadn’t dried yet, you’re body sweating and leaving marks all over eachothers bodies, the whole fucking place is just TRASHED
And how embarrassed you’d be after when you both thought you’ve cleaned up, but Namora comments on the paint on your neck (and how Namor would be smiling all smug lmao)
Our Secret
A/N: My hand slipped. No beta, so if there are any mistakes, I'm sorry.
18+ ONLY | Minors DNI
warnings: mutual pinning, mentioned of male masturbation, vaginal sex, wall sex
Namor of Talokan Masterlist
It started off with stolen glances between the two of you.
His eyes followed the path of your brush stroke against the cool cavern wall, then slowly they traveled up your arm, then your shoulder. To the slenderness of your neck, his eyes linger, watching and wishing to taste your skin on his tongue.
Then up his eyes linger on your lips, watching almost tentatively and imagining the way those soft, pillowy flesh would feel against his.
It's almost foolish the way he felt himself getting hard at the sight. His grip on his own brush is almost too hard that the little thing is almost breaking in half.
Then your curious eyes shift to meet his hungry ones. It's borderline desperation the way his gaze would linger and how hard he's swallowing by just your presence there. It's a torturous affair for him, yet he craves and longs for it. He loves the way your scent would linger in the cavern and envelopes his hunger with the ghost of you whenever he's alone.
He must admit that he found himself giving in to his own needs once or twice already. His hand would be moved on its own and stroke the half-hardened shaft to the image of you. Of course, he felt like shit afterward, knowing full well that he shouldn't, yet every time you and he share a space, all of his rationality dissipated into thin air.
Just like now. The hunger and needs to have you are more than apparent. The wordless exchange between the two of you is simply too much to bare.
You swallow for a brief moment, only to find yourself being crushed against the cool cavern wall. His lips descend upon yours almost too quickly for you to realize what's happening.
His tongue and teeth are everywhere. His rough, calloused hands dig into your skin almost imprinting them right to your bones. His touches are as hot as the sun itself, and you wouldn't mind being burned by him.
Next thing you know, you find yourself being wrapped around his waist. Your clothes are lying on the cavern floor. Your arms wrap around his neck as his lips are still covering yours, swallowing whatever noise you emit.
And without any hesitation, he enters you with a swift motion, making both of you moan out in unison. There is no softness to this. It's a pure need from all the unsaid attraction you both have been feeling for these past months. A passion that is as hot as the sun itself, yet none of you seems to care of either of your burn from each other.
His hips move with desperation and eagerness that make your head spin. Sweats slick your bodies as the small room fills with nothing but the sound of your bodies. You can feel every fiber of his muscles move beneath your fingertips from the effort alone.
It's almost too much yet not enough. He would move to lie on the table, causing all the paint pots to fall and clatter all around you, but there is no sign of stopping. Your nails drag across his back in a desperate attempt to hold on to the last bit of your sanity.
K’uk’ulkan is determined more than ever to bring you to release. His movements become more and more erratic as he feels your body slowly closing in around him, and before he knows it, you came with a muffled scream as he continues to drive into you, using you until he reaches his own release.
Silence fills the small cavern, except for the sound of your heavy panting as both of you slowly come down from your high, and once more the shared silence between the two of you continues, yet there's a mutual understanding of this little secret you share.
Both of you part way, yet there's a lingering look you share when you leave the room, and for the first time, you notice the way the smile finally reaches his eyes, melting his deep brown eyes like the way the earth softens right after the rain just falls.
A couple of days later though Namora points something out as you and the king silently work on the mural once again.
"Is that gold paint stuck to your hair?"
You turn to her, but she has already looked straight at the king beside you with a knowing smile. Heat flares up on your face as you glance to your right, directly at K’uk’ulkan, and he too has the same smirk that makes you want to crawl under the table and hide.
Warnings: None. Just ANGST!! two idiots in love tropes, but they're too stubborn to say anything. A lot of musing thoughts on both ends.
a/n: Thank you so much for sending this in, Alice 💛 The gif really did it for me 😭 This will be like an excerpt from my mini-series, "And I Return to Nothingness...". The details of what is mentioned here will be explained in greater detail in the mini-series. Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated if you are interested in the series. It only helps me write more stuff for you to enjoy.
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There was no amount of high council that could remedy his predicament right now.
His mind wandered, wavered between the need and the want. For centuries, he was used to having answers to every possible obstacle, but at this exact moment, he couldn’t come up with any type of solution that would ease his mind. So he sought solace in the underwater cave–the only place where he could be in his own thoughts.
After you crashed here months ago, a deal was made with the Talokanil leader. In exchange for your refuge from the world government, you must assist him in whatever his people need, whether using your power to help shield the surface dweller away from discovering his world or using your healing ability to help those who were wounded. Even as if they were superhuman themselves, their healing ability was no match for whatever was flowing in your veins.
Ku'ku'lkán had made it clear that the only reason he kept you here was to prevent you from exposing his world to your world. But you knew–you knew too well that he needed you as much as you needed him.
Being a hydrokinetic mutant, you were more than capable of destruction, but you–you were no ordinary water-wielding mutant. No, your ability was beyond anyone’s comprehension. Anyone that witnessed a fraction of what you can do, fears you. Coupled with your cellular regeneration ability, you were practically immortal, which made every one of those world governments seek you. They needed you, and they wanted to control you. This was why you ran–ran away as far as your feet could drag you; ran until it was your last breath.
Only for you to land here, and become his willing prisoner. At what cost though…perhaps being here was much better than being in the perpetual torment of being experimented on over and over again as they seek answers to your power.
Ku'ku'lkán could sense your unyielding gaze as he painted. He could feel the way your eyes followed the paintbrush glided across the cool cavern wall. Your footsteps had always been light, and he had learned to listen to the subtle echoes within the cave whenever you were walking around or pacing. And that moment, he could hear your steady breathing as you watched, perhaps in awe.
A part of his heart wanted you to say something–a comment, or perhaps a praise from you, but why? He didn’t know, or at least he didn’t want to know.
You see, there was a small fear that he didn’t like to acknowledge. Perhaps it was his pride, or perhaps it was his stubbornness, but whatever it was, it was holding his feelings hostage to the point where he didn’t know how to deal with it.
This strange longing to be gazed upon and admired by you was eating away at his inside, and he didn’t know how to deal with it–with you. He thought that painting whatever he was feeling would remedy that, but of course, he was wrong when he uttered the words out loud.
“Is that supposed to be me?”
His heart dropped in the pit of his stomach as the heat slowly flooded his face. A rush of adrenaline flowed in his veins as he halted his movement. His hand was in mid-brush stroke. He could feel himself trembling at your words as he took a step back and observed his works. He had been so caught up in his mixed emotions that he didn’t realize what he had done.
On the wall was an image of a woman cradling what looks like water in between her palms. It could be anyone if it wasn’t the distinct scar that only one person bore. He could have left that details out if he wanted to be subtle, but damn his wandering mind. And now she would know, and she would look at him differently–perhaps she would mock him, taunting him of whatever his confused heart was feeling at the moment.
Ku'ku'lkán’s throat was bone dry when he turned, dropping the paintbrush right onto the water jar. He watched the way your eyes glimmered slightly underneath the blue glow of the light in the cave.
“Do you want it to be you?” he asked, trying to cover his own track. Damn his pride, and damn the universe for bringing you to him. Because of you, he had not been able to think straight.
“Just kidding. I wouldn’t dare to assume it’s me,” you let out a dry chuckle. He watched the way you were rubbing your arm out of discomfort, or perhaps awkwardness. “I just thought I would ask because I noticed the way she was holding the water… never mind. Forget what I just asked. It’s very beautiful…”
You didn’t mention anything about the three circles that were on the women’s necks of course. You didn’t dare to dream that the king would even think of you enough to paint a mural of you. No. The circles may have been jewelry of some sort. Perhaps he painted the past lover that he had lost…perhaps. Yes, perhaps, you thought. You were thinking too much about that one kiss, and now your mind was all over the place. Looking at him now made you flustered more than ever before.
“You must think of her a lot….”
“It’s just an image. There’s nothing special about it.”
Ku'ku'lkán watched the way your lips pressed into a thin line. His words might have been harsh, but he wouldn’t think you would feel anything by it.
“If it weren’t special, you wouldn’t spend this much time painting her…surely, she’s someone important to you–”
“Do you always ask questions on things that don't concern you?”
The words came out harsher than he intended, and he watched the way your expression slowly crumbled right before his eyes. He cussed at himself mentally.
“I said I was kidding. Plus, I thought we were way past this whole distrust thing,” you said softly, sounding like a wounded animal.
“And why is that?”
You wanted to bring up the night when he brought you to the beach, where you opened up to him about your past, and how you came to be hunted down by everyone. You thought at that moment he shared an unspoken bond. After all, you were also the first mutant of your kind and were also revered as a goddess by your people as well before the colonizers destroyed your world. You wanted to bring up the kiss, but your throat went dry the more you stood there, feeling like you were being played by him.
“I told you about my past. I even confided in you about my fears. Why can’t you open up to me?
“Why do you want me to open up to you? ”
“Because—” you frowned, unable to find words that would sort out this situation. You looked at the Talokanil king. His expression was still hard and unyielding. What the hell were you going to say to him?
“Because what?” He pressed again. In the back of his mind, he was hoping for you to say something. His lips were still tingled from the kiss that you shared that night, yet…he felt more guarded than ever before. What if you were using him? What if you didn’t feel the same way?
“You know what. Just forget it. Just forget everything I’ve ever told you,” you finally said as you turned away, trying to hide the tears that were definitely falling down your face now. “I’m just going to stay here and pay my due. Perhaps one of these days if I get you pissed off enough, you can just kill me off.”
Namor could see frost slowly forming on your hands, and at that moment he wanted to take your hand in his–to say something to you, but he was way too proud to admit it. And now he had to endure the harsh reality that he indeed had fucked this up incredibly.
summary: He’s very good at pushing you, but you’re just as good at pulling him in and stringing him up.
Word count: 4.3k (Sorry I really got carried away 🥲)
warnings: Established relationship, brain rotting smut. no plot at all. fingering, cunnilingus, face riding, vaginal sex & choking badly written smut
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
a\n: I’m very much hungover, but I pulled through and finished this. This is the No Power AU. Talokan is its own independent nation in this one. No beta as usual, so if I missed anything, I apologize. If you do like it, please please comment & reblog. It means a lot. Feedback just helps me create more works.
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His eyes fixed on you from the moment you got out of the bathroom. Through the vanity mirror, you noticed the way those liquid ambers stared right through you. An underlying hunger simmered beneath the surface was almost palatable.
Heat slowly slithered up your neck and straight to your face. Your breath caught in your throat as your heartbeat surged. For that brief second, you knew what that look meant, yet you didn’t dare to acknowledge it, knowing full well that none of you would make it out of this hotel room tonight if you state the obvious.
You exhale for the first time as you slowly put on the pair of jade earrings he had gifted you on your birthday. It was obvious that your hands were trembling from the anticipation alone. Your gaze shifted to the mirror, watching him watch you as he brought his coffee cup to his lips. You just knew that kind of look.
Imagine your honeymoon with Attuma… his breeding kink fully kicks in and he’s determined to get you pregnant but also worship you and show you how much he adores you
Honeymoon with Attuma | No power au
warnings: p in v sex, breeding kink, size kink, fingering, cunnilingus
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
A/N: Oh girl you can’t just mentioned this to me and think I won’t react some type of way 😩I really didn’t mean to write this out into a full blurb, but I can’t help it. also I wrote this on here without any grammar check, so I’m sorry before hand if it’s a mess. I’ll fix it later.
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Attuma has waited not so patiently to get to the honeymoon suit. He tries to be in his best behavior because you have been wanting to be here since the day he mentioned about this place—an all inclusive resort on a secluded section of the island with no one to bother your time together.
He isn’t being coy anymore. The moment the car stops, he rushes out with you in his arms. He has been dreaming—hell, the whole one week without sex thing had driven him crazy. Not to mention how gorgeous and sexy you looked during the wedding. It doesn’t help at all when his mind goes to the most filthy place he can imagine.
There is no doubt that he had thought about crawling under the table during the the reception, and feast upon your delectable pussy. Of course, he had to behave. Or else you will continue to starve him off—deprive him of your body.
Attuma wastes no time at all as he kicks the door to your honeymoon suit open. He also doesn’t care that the staffs were still moving your belongings inside the suit.
His mouth is on yours before you can even react to what happened. He wastes no time to hike up your dress and dips his fingers inside you, slowly working you till your pussy slicks with wetness. You moan softly underneath him, savoring the way his tongue glides and slides over yours of eagerly all the while he’s fucking you with his thick fingers.Your body jolts when you felt his thumb circled your clit, rubbing until your thighs start shaking.
He’s not yet of course. Your husband inserts another fingers inside you, spreading and pumping those digits with a determination all the while that his lips whispers dirty words into your ears, making your body response even more.
“Oh look at how your pussy is sucking in my fingers,” he coos. You could feel his breath tickles against your earlobe, making you shiver beneath him. “Hmmm, someone’s eager,” he chuckles as he continues to fuck you vigorously. “Because you made me wait a week, I think it’s only fair that I fill you up until you can’t move anymore. Don’t you like that wife?”
Someone the words “wife” stirs something inside you--and the need to submit to him outweighed whatever rationality you have at the moment, which honestly, it was already slim.
You nodded.
Attuma grin widened as he pushed harder, curling his fingers whenever he hits that one spot that makes your body reacts to him. A mixture of wet, squelching sound mixes with your moaning is like a music to his ears. He couldn’t help but relish in it. Of course, it’s not long after that you come, harder than you have anticipated.
Your husband doesn’t like you rests of course, because his mouth is on your pussy not a second too long, lapping on the cream that he has just milk it out of you. You whines and mewls softly beneath him. Your body is still weak from your earlier orgasm to even do anything about your husband’s insatiable appetite--I mean, it’s not like you can do anything about it. The man is double your size, and can easily overpower you if he wants to. The thing about Attuma is that he enjoys the little torture you often inflict on him a bit too much. He enjoys being tease and deprives of things until his desires is overflowed, and only then he will come looking for you with a vengeance.
And right now, he demands to fill you up until you can’t feel anything anymore.
The tip of his tongue presses against your swollen clit, flicks at it before he moves to suckle on it gently. His fingers works at your slippery seam, pushing in the tips here and there before he slides his tongue down to your opening.
You’re practically gasping for air at this point. Your fingers thread through his lushes hair, grasping at it like it’s your lifeline as another wave of your orgasm threatens to spill over again. Attuma fuck you with his tongue, delving into your pussy with an eagerness.
He groans into your pussy as he feels your wall begins to flutter around him again, and he inserts two of his fingers inside you while his tongue works your clit. It’s overwhelming to the point where it doesn’t take him that much effort at all to make you fall apart again, clutching his head until you can’t feel anything else except him.
You body feels heavy as it tries to ride out your release. Attuma smirks as he settles between you wide spreading thighs. He makes a quick work of his slacks, discarding it--perhaps ripping the fabric in the process as he hastily gets rid of it.
He strokes his cock a couple of time first, letting the fat tip to rub against your clit, making you whine and begs softly underneath him. He would push it pass the folds then withdrew it back, teasing you and driving you mad as your pussy clench and unclenched at the emptiness.
“Attuma, please,” you while as you roll your hips, but his much stronger hand pins you down.
“Hmm, I thought you wanted to wait for another week,” he teases you as he slides his length between your folds. He hums in satisfaction as your slick cover his shaft.
“Don’t you dare,” you glare at him.
“In yakunaj [darling], you’re in no position to demand anything from me,” he reminds you as he stops all his movement together. Attuma leans forward until his large body covers yours. Heat radiates off him like a furnace. His large hand cups your face, holding you there to meet his hungry gaze. “You’ll take what I give you,” he smirks as he slowly sink into your heat.
His lips pulls back at the way your tightness is welcoming him, stretching out to accommodate his size. No words come out of your mouth as he slowly pushing into you inch by inch. You can feel every ridge and every vein that run underneath his cock slowly stroking you from the inside until you can’t feel anything anymore. Every inch feels like a desirous torture that you wish to never end.
You hand grasps at his bulging bicep, holding onto whatever you small hands can grasp as your husband begins to move. His powerful hips surge forward, bringing you with him. A small, strangling noise finally slips past your lips as he withdraw himself all the way out before he pushes himself all the way to base, knocking whatever left of oxygen in your lungs.
Your mind swirls. Your body feels like it’s being split apart and putting back together at the same time. Everything feels like it’s too much and not enough. Everytime he pushes forward, you feel like you’re going insane.
Attuma is driving into you hard. He’s not even think about being careful anymore. At this point he just want to fill you up over and over again until you start leaking out his cum. His mind focuses only one thing: to fuck you senselessly and to fill you up. It’s not long because he’s getting impatient.
He’s practically rutting inside you, grasping at your hips, pulling you down with him. He doesn’t even realize that you just came. Attuma hauls your legs upward, hands pulling you back to meet his thrust. You feel like you’re going to die because of how impossibly deep he is inside you.
His lips pulls back into a snarl. His nostrils flare as his release explodes. You wince beneath him as you can feel his releases coating your inside, filling up with his release. His large body strains above you. You can see the way his muscles corded tightly almost to the point of shaking.
You don’t know how long it is as the silent falls upon the suit, save from your panting. Finally, Attuma leans in and kisses you deeply.
“Reminds me again to hold off sex from you...This is the best sex we had in a while.”
His deep brows furrow as he bucks his hips forward. You gasp outloud when you realize that he’s still hard as a rock.
“You wouldn’t dare to do that to me, do you?” he asks, hips slowly rolling, pushing his cum deeper into you.
You can’t even reply as the feeling slowly envelopes you again.
“Because if you do, I’m just going to keep filling you up again, and again until you’re round and full of my babies.”
Warnings : Literal Attuma brainrot. No plot just h0rny. Size kink., & brief body worshipping cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex. 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
A/N : I have nothing to add just h0rny for this man, and i noticed the lack of content. surly someone wants to bang him. All dialog are in his native tongue, so I put them in brackets to indicate that. If you do like this fic, please, please comment and reblogs. Your support means a lot!
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A steely arm wrapped around your waist and hauled you back into a firm embrace. Your back flushed against his massive frame, while your face was pressed against the cold, stony wall of your chamber. A gasp escaped from your lips as his large, warm body pressed against yours.
Summary: Ku'ku'lkán musing thoughts after he returned from the surface.
Word count: 1.2K
Warning: Brief smut in the beginning. Mostly just Namor being a worryward. Romance undertone.
A/N: just some writing exercise with the need to write soft Namor being a loving and protected partner. I enjoyed writing the little blurb, and I do hope you do too. If you enjoyed it, comment and reblog mean a lot.
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“In yakunaj, [my love]” he whispered into your ears as his powerful hips surged forward, bringing you with him as he was lodged deep inside you.
Summary: You thought that you have the upper hand when you tease him, but you found yourself in a compromising position when the king retaliated back.
Word count: 2.6K
Warnings: Brain rotting smut ahead. No plot whatsoever. Finger sucking, semi public teasing, oral (female receiving), hand job, inappropriate used of the throne, vaginal sex (reverse cowgirl), cum dumping. Brat taming undertone.
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
A/N: A follow up to His Sacrificial Offering! I hope this fic receive the same love as the first one too. I’ve been trying to squeeze this into my busy schedule, so I hope it comes out good, and everyone enjoy it. The idea came from this post and 🐠 anon throne sex idea. Per usual, no beta, so if I miss anything, I do apologize. If you do enjoy it, please, please do support me by reblog and/or comment. It means a lot <3 (also that’s how you bribe me for more fics)
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Rough fingertips skimmed lightly along the back of your thigh. The light caress sent a chill straight through your spine, making you shiver slightly. The King noticed it and a smirk quirked at the corner of his mouth. His eyes glistened with interest.
Summary: You were sent to be his, and his you shall be; both body and soul
Word count: 2.0K
Warnings: brain rotting smut ahead. Little plot, just thots. oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex. Breeding kink, cum dumping, slight mention of possessive behavior. Romance undertone if you squint.
18+ ONLY | Minors DNI
A/N: Tenoch Huerta be pulling me out of my writing slump, and here is the result. I hope you liked it. Little plot, but somewhat coherent (I hope). No beta either, so if I do miss anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this little blurb, comment and reblog is greatly appreciated 💛
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Your eyes fluttered close as a long shaky breath drew out of you. Pleasure clouded your judgment–perhaps you were too drunk of this ecstasy that at this exact moment you have forgotten that you were no more than his offering.
Summary: Fate took you away from him. Now that he found you centuries later, will he let the same fate happens to you again?
Word count: 5.9k
Warnings: ANGST with eventual smut. Slow burn with feels, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, blood (briefly because duh).
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
A/N: I’m back for today, y’all (literally the only day i’m free 😭). I hope you enjoyed it. I spent literally a month on this (and I kind lowkey not happy with the ending because it feels rush lmao). Nevertheless, I hope you liked it. I don’t know why I haven’t written Strange Supreme at all since he’s my most favorite one???? If you enjoyed it, comment and reblog is greatly, greatly appreciated. I love to hear about your thought on this, because besties, there’s a lot to unpack.
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