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faeslibrary · 5 months

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Miguel rescuing a bunny hybrid reader from a Kraven variant maybe? 🥹

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭it’s nice to have a friend

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༉‧₊˚. pairing ┈┈➤ miguel o’hara x bunny hybrid!reader

༉‧₊˚ summary ┈┈➤ after finally getting away, you hoped to have found a friend in the man who saved your life.

༉‧₊˚. warnings ┈┈➤ 18+, MINORS DNI. captivity. abuse. vomiting. medical stuff. fluff. some angst at the end.

༉‧₊˚. word count ┈┈➤ 1, 609

༉‧₊˚. author’s note ┈┈➤ divider and mdni disclaimer made by me. image found on pinterest and cropped by me. support banner made by me and inspired by @cafekitsune.

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Your body is sore and exhausted as you lie down on the floor staring mindlessly at the ceiling, wondering what your life could’ve been if you weren’t trapped in a cold, dark room as part of some strange man’s “collection.” Your ears twitch at a bunch of strange sounds that you can’t place in your hazy state as you try to move but you’re too tired. You hear the door open and turn your head to face your captor but it’s not him. He’s much taller and larger than him in a red and blue suit and mask.

“Can you hear me? Where are you hurt?” you can hear his voice through the mask but you just look at him as he scans your body for injuries. “I’m just going to pick you up and take you somewhere safe.”

Your body protests as the unknown man picks you up in his arms and carries you out of the room. You close your eyes to shield them from the bright light. You can hear another voice, one that belongs to a woman but you’re not listening to any of them.

“Hold on tight,” the man says into your ear as he puts your arms around his neck and you tighten your hold around him.

You’re unable to register what is happening, the movement of everything making you dizzy and nauseous. When it finally stops, your stomach churns and you don’t even have time to register the bile rising up your throat as you throw up over the man’s shoulder. Tears of embarrassment are running down your face as you gag and heave, mumbling apologies for making a mess.

“Get her to the medbay. I’ll take care of our other guest,” the woman says.

The man carries you somewhere else and you can hear him speaking with a different person as you try to stay awake. You’re placed on something that feels like a bed and way softer than the floor you were sleeping on for weeks. You lose your fight to stay awake and pass out from the pain and exhaustion.

“It’s a miracle you found her when you did. Poor thing is barely hanging on by a thread. Dehydration, malnourishment, bruising in multiple areas, burn marks from an electric cattle prod, and that’s just external. I still need to check for any broken bones, internal bleeding and anything else we might not be able to see,” the doctor says and Miguel sighs with his hands on his hips as he examines your face.

There’s some old and new bruising on your face and he looks at your long fluffy ears that separate you from other people.

“Bunny hybrid?” he asks with his arms crossed and the doctor nods.

“Yeah. From what you told me about where you found her, they’re rare in her universe. It seems the Kraven variant you apprehended wanted her as part of his collection but just couldn’t get back to his own universe and take her with him,” she explains before ushering him out so she can help you.

A few days had passed and when you woke up, the doctor was the only person you would see. At first, you were nervous and freaked out, wondering where you were and if that big scary man who took you was anywhere near. The doctor told you it was a normal reaction considering what you went through before someone found you. She asked you questions like your name, where you’re from and the last thing you were doing before you were captured. The main focus was getting you fed and hydrated and making sure all your wounds healed as well as possible.

You’re sitting in the bed looking at something that looks like a watch they put on your wrist soon after they brought you there.

“You have a visitor,” the doctor says and you nod as someone else walks into the room.

You swallow as you look at his face for the first time. He’s still wearing the red and blue suit so you still know who he is. His dark brown hair is tucked behind his ears, some of it falling over his forehead as his mahogany eyes seem to scan your body for anything out of the ordinary. He is massive and seems kind of awkward as he sits down in a chair that’s a little too small for him a few feet away from you, kind of hunched over as if to make himself seem smaller like he doesn’t want to make you more nervous.

“It was you, right? The one who found me?” you ask and he nods.

“Yeah. We were on a mission to catch Kraven, the man who took you and I found you there. You won’t have to worry about him again,” he says and you bite the inside of your cheek as you look out the window.

Everything is so different and you have so many questions but there is only one on the forefront of your mind. “When can I go home?” you ask longingly and the man sighs.

“Soon. Just until you’re all better. In the meantime, my name is Miguel,” he says and you smile faintly as you tell him your name.

For the next few days as you’re recovering, Miguel visits you so you can see at least one other person besides the doctor and brings you different kinds of food from the food court. He gives you some extra clothes that are a little too big for you and takes you out of the medbay to show you around and let you stretch your legs. You notice some people staring at your ears but you don’t notice the glare Miguel sends their way to make them look away.

“You built this whole place?” you ask with wonder written all over your face.

“Yeah. Spider-people from many universes come here to take care of anomalies or just hang out,” Miguel says and you look at him.

“Anomalies?” you question.

“Something or someone that doesn’t belong. Kraven, the man who captured you? He was an anomaly. He wasn’t supposed to be in your world so we were there to take him back to his. We also had to take you from your world and bring you here to help you. Did you notice him glitching when you were with him?” he asks and you nod as you remember how freaked out you were when you saw it. “That device on your wrist? That’s what keeps you from glitching when you’re here since this isn’t your universe.”

“So that’s what it is,” you sigh as you glance at the device on your wrist.

“As soon as the doctor clears you, we can send you home,” he says and you nod.

When you go home, then what? You suppose you could just go back to your regular life but you’ve taken a liking to Miguel. You didn’t want to say it but you would miss him when you’re back in your universe. As much as you want to go home, you also want to stay with him.

“Will I be able to see you again?” you ask and Miguel looks at you.

He can see the hope in your eyes and it tugs at his heart. He doesn’t want to make you upset by telling you that once you return home, you won’t be able to see each other again to keep the multiverse on track but he doesn’t want to lie to you.

“I have responsibilities here, okay?” he replies and you don’t say anything else.

That doesn’t mean yes or no but you still know that it most likely means no. You try not to think about it too much as he brings you back to your room so the doctor can go over your condition with you. Your stomach drops when he says you’re clear to go home, wishing that you could stay a little longer with Miguel but you have to go home eventually. You may as well just rip it off like a band-aid and hope that you at least get to say goodbye to Miguel before you go.

A woman with brown skin and kinky hair walks in and smiles at you and you smile back as she leads you out of the medbay.

“Where’s Miguel?” you ask.

“He has some work to do so he sent me to bring you home,” she answers and you frown.

You were hoping to see him one more time but now it’s not going to happen. You try to keep your emotions at bay as the woman opens up a portal and you brace yourself as she brings you through. You collapse on your knees, still not used to it but at least you didn’t throw up this time. When you look around, you’re in your apartment that is dusty and looks like no one has lived in it for weeks. You stand up, your knees wobbling a little as you look at the woman beside you.

“Thank you...” you trail off.

“Jessica,” she replies.

“Thank you, Jessica. And tell Miguel I said thank you for everything he did for me, for saving my life,” you say and Jessica smiles sadly.

She leaves through a portal, leaving you alone in your dark and dusty apartment. You go to your room and shake the dust off your blankets and pillows before crawling into bed and letting your emotions take over. Tears run down your face and soak your pillow as you lie there curled up in a ball, wishing you can see him again.

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#miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #fluff #angst

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faeslibrary · 5 months

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miguel angst with comfort pls :)))

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭the light at the end of the tunnel

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༉‧₊˚. pairing ┈┈➤ miguel o’hara x afro-indigenous!reader

༉‧₊˚. summary ┈┈➤ you can always count on miguel to be there for you.

༉‧₊˚. warnings ┈┈➤ 18+, MINORS DNI. angst. work-related stress. family drama. fluff. comfort.

༉‧₊˚. word count ┈┈➤ 823

༉‧₊˚. author’s note ┈┈➤ divider and mdni disclaimer made by me. image found on pinterest and cropped by me. support banner made by me and inspired by @cafekitsune.

[ 🥀 ] main masterlist. miguel o’hara masterlist.

It’s not often you want to dig yourself a hole, crawl inside and die but this day just pushed you to the end of your rope. Work alone was hell, a bunch of people barking orders at you and not giving you enough time to finish the other two tasks you had on your plate. On top of that, one of your relatives called you about some issue that was going on in the family that you had no idea about and decided to just dump all of their complaints on you. Not long after that, more family members called trying to tell you whose side you should be on and you were starting to get a headache listening to everyone complain about something you were entirely clueless about. They couldn’t bother to call and say hi but had no problem calling just to unload all of their problems on you expecting you to have the solution.

When you got home, it was like your body was on autopilot, simply moving to try and get as comfortable as possible and finally get some rest. Miguel is in the kitchen finishing dinner when he sees you walk through the house like you’re a zombie. He turns the stove off and follows you to the bedroom when you immediately take your clothes off and change into a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts. You didn’t even realize as you took his shirt and Miguel walks over to you and gently grabs your shoulders.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

It was like his question finally broke the dam that was keeping everything contained and the tears started falling freely. You shake your head as you turn around and bury your face in his chest and wrap your arms around his torso, just wanting to be close to him. You can barely hear him whispering comforting words to you as he rubs soothing circles over your back and gently strokes the back of your head.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks and you just shake your head, not wanting to let go of him or him to let go of you.

He hums as he brings you over to the bed and pulls the blanket back, prompting you to crawl underneath and he gets in right beside you. That food will definitely be cold later but he’s not thinking about that as he pulls you close until your head is resting on his chest. The two of you lie there in silence until you fall asleep, the exhaustion taking over as Miguel kisses the crown of your head and holds you close as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. Well, you are and he wants to make sure you never forget it and that he will always be there to comfort you on your worst of days.

You wake up hours later and it’s dark outside and Miguel is asleep. You carefully maneuver yourself out of his arms, careful not to wake him up as you get out of the bed and into the kitchen. You see the pot of food on the stove and you get a sinking feeling in your gut. The food is definitely cold by now and Miguel completely forgot about it while comforting you.

You hear footsteps and turn around to see Miguel yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“Hey. I woke up and you were gone,” he says, his voice raspy with sleep as you smile faintly but it’s barely there. “I made your favourite.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry I pulled you away from it,” you say and Miguel shakes his head as he walks over to you and strokes your jaw with his thumb.

“You have nothing to apologize for, amor. We’ll just heat it up and we can sit down and watch that movie you love so much,” he says and you smile as you heat up the food and put the rest in a container for later and sit down on the couch with a movie playing on the TV.

Even after you finish eating, the two of you sit in silence until you decide to tell him about your day even though you felt kind of silly for letting all those things get to you and make you feel so shitty. Miguel is quick to shush you as he pulls you into his chest.

“Never feel bad for having a bad day. Just know that I will always be here for you,” he says and you nod before resting your head over his heart, listening to the rhythmic beating as you watch the movie, slowly falling back asleep to the sound.

Miguel smiles as he turns the movie off and carries you back to the bedroom. He crawls in beside you, promising to you and himself that he will always be the light you need at the end of the tunnel.

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#miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #angst #fluff

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faeslibrary · 6 months

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whiplash - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

warnings: teeny tiny violence, reader has a panic attack, eddie is the sweetest, eddie and reader are in college

a/n: this is absolutely inspired by my first experience being shoved into a mosh pit at an avenged sevenfold concert when i was a wee teen. i hope you enjoy xx.

also shout out to my love @xxbimbobunnyxx for helping me with the title and some of the dialogue, and my bby @undead-supernova for beta reading for me. ILY BOTH SO MUCH 💕

hot, sweaty bodies were pressed against you at all angles, nearly suffocating you. at this point you couldn’t even see the band playing on the stage, a sea of taller bodies now blocking your view.

when your best friend asked you to attend a metallica concert with her you didn’t exactly know what to expect.

but this definitely wasn’t it.

the small venue was packed, the air filled with the smell of sweat, marijuana and cigarettes. your choice of a leather jacket felt incredibly stupid as it was now tied around your waist due to the growing heat surrounding you.

your palms felt clammy as they clutched onto the hem of your friend’s shirt. the constant moving of the crowd seems to pull her farther and farther away from you. until the swirling pit of metalheads swallowed you both whole, losing sight of her head of blonde hair instantly.

your panicked shouts of her name were drowned out by the screech of an electric guitar— your body now being shoved around to the chants of ‘pounding out aggression.’ the song eerily fitting as you see a ringed fist connecting with another man’s jaw.

your heart is beating in your ears, that familiar feeling of panic washing over you as you continue to be shoved around like a rag doll amongst the group of men. until you somehow landed on top of someone… who had been knocked to the ground moments before you.

before you have time to react a large hand quickly wraps around your forearm, yanking you up and out of the dizzying circle of death. you all but let the stranger carry you through the crowd. the male shoving past throngs of people until you’ve safely reached the back of the bar.

you barely register his voice as you lean against the brick wall, chest rising and falling at an embarrassingly fast rate. your eyes squeeze shut as you attempt to get your breathing under control. those same hands that pulled you out now resting carefully on your shoulders, helping to ground you.

“hey sweetheart, you alright?”

his face finally comes into focus as you blink your eyes open, your heart now beating against your ribs for a completely different reason.

he was painstakingly gorgeous, full lips lifting up into a soft, dimpled smile. “there she is— hey man can i get some water?”

he slaps his hand on the bar top, the clear liquid sloshing out as a glass is slid over to him. his chunky rings clinking against the side as he grips it, now holding it up to your lips. “it’ll help, trust me.” you gladly take the glass from him, gulping down the lukewarm tap water.

“thank you…” you mumble, setting the now empty glass back on the bar and wiping the corners of your mouth. mentally forcing yourself to stay put, despite the bigger part of you wanting to run out of the bar from sheer embarrassment.

“are you here by yourself?” he asks, as you shake your head in reply before resting it against the brick wall behind you. the brunette seems to be studying you as you take in some slow but shaky deep breaths. letting yourself do the same as your heart begins to return to a normal rhythm.

even in the muted light you can see his dark curls were damp with perspiration, bangs sticking to his forehead. no doubt from being in the middle of that pit for quite a while. his cut off band tee showing off an extensive collection of tattoos. that soft smile morphs into a small smirk, as you realize you’ve been gawking at him.

calming breaths long forgotten.

“you can g-go back out there… w-wouldn’t want to keep you from the show.” you fumble over your words, now finding the sticky floor and your beat up sneakers far more interesting than the gorgeous metalhead before you.

the male chuckles, casually resting his shoulder against the wall next to you. his hot breath fanning over your cheek as he leans closer, “not a chance sweetheart. until we find your friends, you’re stuck with me.”

you glance back up at him, surprise crossing your features. knowing most people would gladly leave you behind in the shadows, especially considering the band that’s owning the stage. that sentiment alone makes the butterflies raging your insides flutter even faster. the chaos of the crowd is now forgotten as he grins sweetly down at you.

“i’m eddie by the way.”

the music has seemingly gotten louder since the two of you left the crowd, now having to shout your name back in reply despite the lack of space between you. his smile only widens as you turn to face him fully, crossing your arms over your chest. “and what is a fair maiden like yourself doing in a place like this?”

you can’t stop the giggle from leaving your lips as he gestures dramatically around the dingy bar before his dark eyes are back on you. “oh no reason at all… just needed a study break.” he can tell from the ride the lightning t-shirt adorning your frame that you’re teasing him, but he plays along anyway.

“so you stumble into a random metal concert, only to get caught in a circle of death? that’s quite the break sweetheart.” he nudges your foot with his own, earning another giggle from you. “something like that, yeah.”

he hums in response, running a hand through his unruly curls. “duly noted— i’ll have to take study breaks like that more often,” the two of you quickly fall into easy conversation, no longer paying attention to the concert goers surrounding you.

despite having only met him less than half an hour ago, you both seem quite comfortable with each other. any embarrassment from your small panic attack now a fleeting memory as he tosses his head back with laughter. the sound warming you from the inside, out.

“gotta say i’m a little shocked, first show and you’re already hitting the pits like a pro.” he jokes, leaning in a little closer to you. the scent of his spicy cologne washes over you, making your head spin, “practically took that guy out by sitting on him.”

you groan in embarrassment, playfully shoving his shoulder as he laughs again.

“i’ll have you know i’m quite fond of the music… just not the…” you gesture towards the sea of bodies that are jumping, shoving and headbanging to for whom the bell tolls. “moshing?” he finishes for you, as you nod sheepishly.

before he has a chance to say anything else, a loud squeal fills your ears as a body slams into you at full force. nearly knocking you over in the process, “there you are babes! i’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

earlier you would’ve been relieved to hear your best friend’s voice, but now you can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. hoping your emotions aren’t written across your face, but she doesn’t seem to notice. she’s a little too preoccupied with staring at the male leaning next to you.

“now who is this?” her tone is overly playful, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively. before she can embarrass you further, you elbow her in the ribs. effectively stopping anything else from leaving her mouth besides a little huff.

“eddie munson, certified mosh pit rescuer at your service ladies.”

he does a little half bow, causing both of you to break into a fit of giggles. “wow… a modern day knight in shining armor huh?” she teases but seems impressed nonetheless, “wish i had a hot guy to pull me out of there, i basically had to army crawl my way out.”

even in the shitty bar lighting you can see his cheeks are tinted pink from her compliment, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “it was nothing really, just happy to help.” he shrugs before pushing himself off the wall, sliding his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans.

“modest too? where did you find him?” she gushes, gently bumping her hip into yours. “and does he have a brother?” she whispers that part to you, ignoring the way you roll your eyes at her.

“well i see you’re in good hands now sweetheart, i hope you enjoy the rest of the show.” as he turns to leave you feel your friend shove you forward, giving you a look that screams, ‘are you insane? don’t let him get away!’

“eddie wait!” you shout, gently tugging on the male’s wrist before he gets too far. that dimple making another appearance as he turns back to you, “miss me already?” eddie teases, fully enjoying the flustered look that crosses your features.

“i uh, i-i’d really like to thank my knight in shining armor properly… maybe over coffee?” you nervously chew on your lower lip, praying that you didn’t read this entire interaction wrong.

but seeing his face light up squashes any doubt, watching as he grabs a pen off the bar. holding the cap between his teeth as he takes your hand, scribbling his phone number onto your palm with a satisfied grin.

“looking forward to it sweetheart.”

he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before disappearing into the rowdy crowd.

tagging some moots who seemed interested 💛

@babygorewhore @hellfirenacht @thepurplelovewitch @impmunson @voyeurmunson @madelynraemunson @take-everything-you-can @corrodedcorpses @serasvictoria @munsonhoneybaby @splendiferous-bitch @eddiesxangel @taintedcigs

all dividers made by yours truly 💕

#eddie munson #stranger things #fluff

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faeslibrary · 7 months

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i came home from my tattoo appointment like 2 hours ago and i’m kinda thinking about you surprising miguel with a new tattoo and he’s just admiring it even though there’s some blood under the second skin they put on you and you’re sitting there joking about sitting in a chair getting stabbed with a needle 2948385 times.

“did it hurt?” he asks as his thumb gently touched the piece of plastic wrap the artist put on you when they were done.

you smile as you shake your head. “surprisingly, not much after i just got stabbed with a needle almost ten thousand times,” you reply and he smiles as he pulls you closer and kisses your cheek.

“it’s beautiful,” he hums into the skin of your neck, the feeling of his lips and breath tickling you and making you giggle as you enjoy being wrapped in his arms.

#miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #fluff

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faeslibrary · 7 months

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“did it hurt?” he asks as his thumb gently touched the piece of plastic wrap the artist put on you when they were done.

you smile as you shake your head. “surprisingly, not much after i just got stabbed with a needle almost ten thousand times,” you reply and he smiles as he pulls you closer and kisses your cheek.

“it’s beautiful,” he hums into the skin of your neck, the feeling of his lips and breath tickling you and making you giggle as you enjoy being wrapped in his arms.

#miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #fluff

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faeslibrary · 7 months

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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭body, mind and soul

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༉‧₊˚. pairing ┈┈➤ succubus!natasha romanoff x fem!reader x succubus!wanda maximoff

༉‧₊˚. summary ┈┈➤ nat invites a friend over so she can see for herself why she’s so obsessed with you.

༉‧₊˚. warnings ┈┈➤ 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT. dubcon. somnophilia. free use. cunnilingus. mean!dom!wandanat. sub!reader. womb tattoos. enchanted cum-filled strap-ons. size kink. bondage. gagging. stomach bulge. overstimulation. dacryphilia. breeding kink. slapping. facefucking. multiple creampies. this is just straight up filth i’m warning you.

༉‧₊˚. word count ┈┈➤ 2, 256

༉‧₊˚. author’s note ┈┈➤ divider and mdni disclaimer made by me. image found on pinterest and cropped by me. support banner made by me and inspired by @cafekitsune.

[ 🥀 ] main masterlist. natasha romanoff masterlist. wanda maximoff.

You stand close to Natasha as Wanda shamelessly looks over your body, the way your plush thighs are barely covered by the oversized sweater you wore to bed last night. Your sweater hangs loosely from your shoulders and Wanda can see the fresh marks on your skin and the thought of your previous activities makes her smile.

“What is it about this one human that has you so attached to her?” Wanda asks and Natasha smirks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she says as her hand cups your ass cheek and gives it a hard squeeze, making you whimper.

Your ass is still tender from the spanking she gave you as she finally fucked your ass for the first time.

Wanda smirks at the way your cheeks warm up as you fidget with the ends of your sleeves. Natasha smiles as she puts her shoes on and walks to the door.

“Now, sweetheart, be good for Wanda until I get back,” she says as she leaves.

You nervously bite the inside of your cheek as you sit on the couch to watch TV and keep yourself entertained until Natasha comes back. Wanda sits next to you and sneaks a couple of glances at you as you focus on the screen, slowly getting tired. After an hour, you’re fast asleep lying down on your back with your sweater giving her a little peak of your clothed pussy. She pulls the material over your hips, showcasing a wet patch that serves as evidence of Natasha’s earlier appetite as your chest rises and falls with every breath. She is dying to know what it is that has her friend so addicted to you as she pulls your sweater over your stomach, revealing the mark on your skin below your navel. Wanda hums as her fingers rub against your core through the wet fabric, making you whine as you bring your thighs together. An idea pops in her head as she gets up to go to Natasha’s room and finds the rope she keeps in the drawer. She pulls your wet panties off, stuffing them in your mouth before tying your arms behind your back and she can’t help but think how you look so pretty like this, helpless and just waiting to be used.

She pulls your sweater over your chest, exposing your hardened nipples to her eyes and squeezes your flesh as she sits between your thighs. Even your tits are covered in hickeys as Wanda slides down your body and licks a bold stripe over your folds. You only make a barely audible sound but you’re still asleep as Wanda spreads your thighs and teases your clit with her tongue. She almost growls at your taste, already understanding why Natasha became so addicted to you that she marked you for herself and only wants you alone to satisfy her cravings. Her tongue slides into your cunt, massaging your sweet spot until she feels your walls contract around the muscle. As much as she loves your taste, she wants more.

Wanda groans as she shifts into her natural form, her horns growing out of her head through her hair and her eyes turning crimson red. She spreads your legs open as her strap rests against your pussy and she bites her lip at the size compared to you. Does Natasha also struggle to fit her own strap inside your cunt? Wanda doesn’t think too much of it as the tip spreads your folds apart and starts sliding into your pussy. She can’t help but moan at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing her supernatural cock as your eyes flutter open. She smiles to herself as you look around and your eyes widen when you see her above you with only the tip of her cock in your pussy.

“Pretty light sleeper, aren’t you?” she chuckles as you try to move but your hands are bound behind your back.

She has her hands on the back of your thighs, keeping you folded and spread open for her, allowing her to do whatever she wants with you while you lie there tied up and helpless. Your words are muffled with your panties in your mouth as she starts pushing inside your cunt, the girth of her strap stretching your walls as your hips squirm.

“Stop fucking squirming. If you can take Natasha’s cock, you can sure as Hell take mine,” she growls as she shoves the rest of her strap inside you and your screams are silenced by the makeshift gag.

Wanda moans as she stares at the bump in your lower stomach, mesmerized by the fact that you’re so much smaller than her and Natasha in their natural forms that she can see her cock in your stomach. She doesn’t even give you time to adjust before she’s fucking you brutally, not caring that tears are running down your face as your eyes roll back in your head. Natasha’s unique mark stares right back at her as the bulge moves with every thrust and your muffled yet obscene moans and helpless whimpers fill her ears.

“You may have Natasha’s mark but I’m sure she doesn’t mind sharing you just this once,” Wanda laughs as she watches the way your pussy stretches around her cock, leaving a creamy ring around the base as she continues fucking you without remorse.

She tears your sweater to shreds, leaving your marked up tits on full display for her hungry eyes. The tip of her cock hits your sweet spot as your stomach twists in knots but you’re unable to tell her that you’re already close. Wanda keeps your thighs folded against your chest as she approaches her own orgasm, speeding up her thrusts until the cord snaps and the tip is pressed against your cervix. Her warm cum fills you up and you whine at the feeling as it just keeps going as if it doesn’t have an end. Wanda pulls her strap out and pushes you onto your knees as she sits on the couch with her thighs spread.

“Go ahead and clean it up for me,” she moans as she forces your mouth open and grabs the back of your head, pulling you down so your mouth is wrapped around her cock.

She groans loudly as she pulls your hair out of your face and forces your head down her shaft until you’re gagging. Her cum is dripping down your thighs as the tip hits the back of your throat with every thrust while she stares down at you. She keeps a firm grip on your head as she speeds up your movements as she can feel herself getting close. You try to breathe through your nose as your cheeks are soaked with tears but that just makes the sight even hotter for her to look at. She moans loudly as she pulls you closer until you reach the base, her cum shooting down your throat as you try to swallow it all but some of it leaks out of the corners of your mouth. She lets you off her strap to catch your breath and she smiles at how ruined you look, tears, cum and spit all over your face. It almost makes her jealous that Natasha gets to see you like this all the time.

“How the Hell did Natasha score something as perfect as you? You’re a dream. The perfect toy,” she moans as she pulls you up and onto her lap with your back against her chest. She hums as she spreads your thighs and looks at your quivering pussy. “Well, almost perfect. Couldn’t hold it all in, could you? Guess I’ll just have to fill you up again.”

She hooks her arms under your knees and locks her hands behind your head, forcing you to look down as her strap slips into your cunt with less resistance and rests halfway inside your walls for a moment before she fills you up with the rest of her inches. You stare mindlessly at the imprint in your lower stomach as Wanda thrusts into your pussy at a rough pace, groaning in your ear as she hits every spot. She has you completely at her mercy, unable to move or anything, all you can do is just let her use you however she wants. You’re already getting close to the edge again but Wanda doesn’t stop fucking your soaking cunt. You’re contracting walls and your desperate begging for even just a moment of rest doesn’t stop her as she just keeps fucking you through every orgasm until she reaches her own. Every word that comes out of your mouth is broken and incoherent as Wanda thrusts into your pussy to the base, once again releasing thick torrents of cum deep inside your walls.

“Had fun?” Natasha asks with a smirk as she walks over in front of the couch and looks at your blissed out face. “Don’t worry. I can never resist her either so I don’t blame you one bit.”

Natasha bends down so she’s eye level with you and you try to focus your eyes on her.

“I can see why you like her so much. Such a tiny little thing but can take big cocks like a whore,” Wanda replies as she looks over your shoulder, watching her cum start to leak out of your pussy and down her shaft.

Natasha hums as she leans forward and licks a drop of cum from Wanda’s strap up to your twitching pussy, making you whine and jolt but Wanda holds you in place.

“Looks like someone is a little sensitive. Too bad I need a quick fix,” Natasha sighs as she shifts into her natural form and Wanda grins as she pulls out of your pussy, allowing Natasha space so she can have her way with you. She sits between your thighs, rubbing the mark on your lower stomach as she looks into your glassy eyes. “One great thing about this mark is no matter how many times you come, you will only feel intense pleasure.”

She flips you over onto your stomach and lifts your hips until you’re on your knees before sliding her own strap into your used pussy. You cry out as she keeps your shoulders pinned down as she fucks you without a care that Wanda is watching, completely entranced with how Natasha just uses you whenever and however she pleases. Your stomach is a little bloated from Wanda’s load and some of it leaks around Natasha’s cock as she ruthlessly drills into your abused cunt. Your mouth hangs open as your next orgasm approaches, your tears and drool soaking the cushions. You’re a babbling mess as you try to tell her that you’re close and can’t take any more but Natasha ignores you as she keeps fucking you. Your sensitive walls contract around her strap and your knees give out but she doesn’t stop or even slow down. She grabs a fistful of your hair and lifts your head and Wanda is just watching you get fucked brutally into oblivion, all the thoughts in your head evaporating until all that occupies your mind is Natasha.

“Fucked her so good I bet she can’t even remember her own name,” Wanda hums as she walks over and grabs your jaw, making you look at her even though you’re not actually looking at her.

“The shy and innocent ones are always the filthiest sluts. Why don’t you tell Wanda what a filthy little slut you are?” Natasa asks as she smacks your ass.

Your eyes are unfocused and your jaw hangs open as Wanda just laughs.

“I think you fucked her so dumb she doesn’t even know she’s getting fucked,” she says as she licks the tears off your cheeks and then shoves her tongue down your throat. When she pulls away your eyes flutter shut and she slaps your cheek, making you open them but you’re still not focused. “Oh, she’s almost done for. Nothing but mush inside that head of hers.”

“Good,” Natasha groans as she unties the rope from your wrists and wraps her arm around your throat.

You grab her forearm as her pace becomes erratic, brutal and unforgiving. The tip of her strap hits your g-spot with every thrust and your mind goes completely blank as your hands drop from her forearm, your body going completely limp as your eyes roll back until Wanda can only see the whites while drool drips down your chin. Natasha groans as she stills inside your throbbing pussy, the tip of her cock resting against your cervix as thick ropes of her cum fills you up until your womb can’t take any more.

“I wonder what would happen if you got knocked up by one of us tonight. You did just take some pretty big loads after all,” Natasha hums as she pulls out of your abused and worn out cunt and slips a plug inside to keep you filled.

“They weren’t even real cocks, just conjured up toys that act like the real thing,” Wanda laughs as she flips you onto your back and looks at your bloated stomach.

“Think about it. My little sweetheart with a swollen belly and tits filled with milk. That would be such a pretty sight. Maybe we should keep going until one of us succeeds. After all, either one of us could make it happen. What do you think?"Natasha asks but you’re not hearing a word either of them say.

How did you get here again?

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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭fuck around and find out

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༉‧₊˚. pairing ┈┈➤ eddie munson x succubus!reader

༉‧₊˚. summary ┈┈➤ he didn’t think it was real and was just messing around with the guys. never did he think he would actually summon a demon hungry for something else.

༉‧₊˚. content warnings ┈┈➤ 18+, MINORS DNI. switch!eddie. SMUT. blowjob. biting. choking. piv sex. multiple orgasms. creampie.

༉‧₊˚. word count ┈┈➤ 1, 093

༉‧₊˚. author’s note ┈┈➤ moodboard, divider, and mdni disclaimer made by me. images found on pinterest. support banner made by me and inspired by @cafekitsune.

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A fun night out with the group was always welcomed but Eddie is still happy to be home. The night was crazy so all he needs now is sleep and some coffee in the morning. He just lies down on his bed shirtless with a pair of sweatpants with nothing but the lamp keeping the room from being engulfed in total darkness. The light bulb goes between dim and bright a few times as he sighs and turns it off. Once he turns it back on, he jumps back curses flying everywhere at the sight of the unknown figure standing right at his bedside. This has to be some sick joke. The guys must have paid someone to pull such a prank on him.

You barely moved as you looked at him intensely, your head slightly tilting to the side as your nose twitched. In the light, he noticed the small horns protruding through your mane as you lean over the bed.

“Wow! Okay, woah! Uh, hi, how did you get in here?” he asks as you sit on the bed. He looks at the horns sticking out of your head and as freaky as this situation is, he can’t help but ask as he reaches out to touch. “Are those real?”

You hiss as you smack his hand away and he nods. “Got it, got it! Don’t touch the horns. Just please, for the love of God, don’t eat me,” he says as he looks at the sharp teeth glaring at him through your lips.

You blink as you sit up straight and look at him like he is the one who just showed up naked with horns sticking out of his head. “Eat you? Why the hell would I eat you?” you question as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Well, you do kinda have the teeth for it,” he remarks with an awkward smile and you tilt your head.

He’s trying not to stare at your naked figure but you can tell he wants to. You can tell by the way his pants strain around his growing hard-on, the way his hands grip the bedsheets to keep them anywhere else but on your body. You smile as you crawl over to him and sit on his lap and watch his cheeks flush pink.

“Holy shit! Um, okay. Is this really happening? Because I’m not against it, I’m just a little freaked out by this whole situation,” he rambles as you stare at the tattoos marking his skin.

“By the way, I don’t feed on humans. I feed on human pleasure,” you say to him as your core rests on the bulge in his pants.

“Not sure what that means. Care to explain?” he asks.

“It would be much fun for both of us if I just show you,” you hum as you move down and grab the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Not sure if this is ideal but I’d be a liar if I said this wasn’t kinda hot right now,” he groans as you pull his sweats down, freeing his erect cock and biting your lip at the precum leaking out of the tip.

You waste no time before taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip as you wrap your hand around the base. Quiet little moans and curses flow through his lips as you jerk him off while taking more of him into your mouth. He wants to grab fistfuls of your hair but keeps his hands at his sides as your tongue teases him where he’s most sensitive. You look at him through your lashes, watching his face contorted in pleasure as you take him deeper until the tip touches the back of your throat.

Is this really happening? How the hell is he supposed to process a hot demon lady sucking his dick like it’s nothing and already pushing him to the edge? No one would believe him. Hell, not even he would believe him.

You sit up, his cock still hard as you crawl onto his lap and guide the tip to your wet entrance before sliding his cock into your cunt. Eddie groans as he grabs your thighs, the self-control slowly breaking as you start rocking your hips against him. His fingers dig into your skin and you moan as the tip hits your sweet spot.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as his hands slide up to your hips.

You growl through your teeth as you grab his throat and apply pressure, keeping him pinned to the mattress as your hips speed up. You’re getting closer to the edge as you ride him while choking him as he holds onto your hip with a bruising grip. Your walls contract around his cock and you sigh as you release his neck and let yourself relax a little.

You’re caught off guard when Eddie grabs you by your throat and pins you onto the mattress as you grab his wrist. He puts one leg over his shoulder and starts fucking your cunt with every bit of his self-control evaporated. His pace is rough as his cock hits your sweet spot while he brings his hand down to rub your clit. The added stimulation has you seeing stars as he keeps your legs spread open to allow him access. Just a minute ago you were on top of him taking everything he had to offer now he was fucking you like he was the starving one.

Your stomach twists in knots as his thrusts falter until he stills inside, filling you up with his cum as your pussy clenches around him as you fall over the edge again.

“Satisfied?” he asks and you whimper as he lets go of your throat and lies down on the bed with you on top of him. As much as you love doing the fucking, it sure as hell was nice to get fucked. “Ow! Shit!”

You smile as you look at him while he stares at you as he feels a stinging on his neck where you just bit him. You’re about to be the death of him.

“By the way, you summoned me,” you hum as you rest your head on his shoulder. “That ritual summons succubi just so you’re aware the next time you go fucking around with ancient spells you have no business with.”

“I don’t know, I’d say it worked out pretty well for me,” he laughs and you bite him again.

He might just fuck you again if you keep doing that.

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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭cravings of a sinner

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༉‧₊˚. pairing ┈┈➤ succubus!natasha romanoff x shy!fem!reader

༉‧₊˚. summary ┈┈➤ your demon girlfriend just can’t get enough of you.

༉‧₊˚. content warnings ┈┈➤ 18+, MINORS DNI. established relationship. SMUT. womb tattoos. nat is extra horny. dom!nat. sub!reader. size difference (nat is 7ft tall). overstimulation. enchanted strap-on. size kink. dacryphilia. rough sex. stomach bulge. multiple orgasms. choking. facefucking. creampie. plugs. talks of anal. this is filthy so please take note.

༉‧₊˚. word count ┈┈➤ 1, 406

༉‧₊˚. author’s note ┈┈➤ moodboard, divider, and mdni disclaimer made by me. images found on pinterest. support banner made by me and inspired by @cafekitsune. part 3 of cravings in the night.

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Natasha is a sinner. She must be with the way she shamelessly watches and observes you, the way your stockings hug your soft thighs and how you’re just so focussed on the book you’re reading as you sit curled up on the couch. Your sweater falls over your shoulders letting her know that you’re not wearing a bra underneath. She could easily tear the material off you, leaving you completely bare except for the stockings. Those can stay. All you’re doing is reading and looking cute while doing it but you may as well be teasing her making her want nothing more than the bend you over and fuck you until you cry out her name like a prayer. Natasha is definitely a sinner and it doesn’t help that she is absolutely craving you tonight.

You sigh as you put your book on the coffee table and rub your eyes as you stretch your body, the material of your sweater riding up your thighs and giving her a peak of your unclothed core underneath. You get up and leave the room and Natasha gets up a few minutes later. She finds you in the bathroom taking your hair out of the lazy updo you had earlier and walks up behind you.

As soon as you see her in the mirror, she shifts into her natural form that is way taller than her human form and pulls you tight against her so your back is pressed against her front. You look at her pitch black eyes and the horns protruding out of her head through the mirror as her hands slide over your hips. She pulls your sweater over your head, exposing your naked body and tosses the garment on the floor. It doesn’t even take a second before her hands are fondling your tits, squeezing your flesh as her strap slides between your thighs.

“I have half a mind to punish you for teasing me tonight, sweetheart,” she hums as she pinches your nipples, making you whimper as your arousal starts to coat the length of her strap.

“But I didn’t do anything,” you complain as she keeps toying with your breasts and you gasp as you feel the bulbous tip catch your hole.

“I don’t care. I’m starving and you’re gonna be my little fuck toy until I’m satisfied,” she growls and you can’t help but be turned on as the tip slides into your cunt. “That book must’ve been turning you on if you’re already this wet.”

No, you didn’t do anything worth punishing but Natasha doesn’t care. She needs to have you right now. You hear her mumble something as you feel a strange feeling in your lower stomach. You look down and see a detailed mark just underneath your navel and you look at her.

“What is that?” you ask.

“Just something to make things a little more intense,” she groans as she bends you over the sink.

She grabs your waist and slams deep into your pussy, moaning at the feeling of your cunt wrapped around cock. You cry out as she starts fucking you, pulling your ass against her hips as your hands grip the edge of the sink, your toes barely touching the ground as her strap fills you up. No matter how many times she fucks you with it, you always feel like she’s going to split you in half with her strap. The feeling is more intense as she keeps a steady pace, her hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. That feeling in your lower belly builds up quicker than it usually would and you’re brought closer to the edge. Your moans fill up the room as she grabs your thigh and lifts it, giving her an angle to allow her to thrust deeper into your cunt. You cry out as your eyes roll back and Natasha smiles as she looks at the bulge in your lower belly where her mark is. Her nails dig into the material of the thigh high stockings and groans when she feels your walls contract around her length.

“Already cumming, huh? I’ve barely gotten started,” she laughs as she keeps drilling her cock into your pussy.

While she is holding one leg up to keep you spread open, her other hand wraps around your neck and she looks at your face. You always look so pretty with your eyes rolled back and your mouth hanging open as your broken moans fill her ears. She can feel your thighs twitch as she thrusts deep into your pussy and throws you over the edge again. The mark on your skin was making you more sensitive and so it didn’t take much to make you cum for her and she was going to make you cum as many times as she wanted until she’s had enough.

She puts your leg back down and one arm wraps around your neck while the other wraps around your waist. You whine as your hands grab the arm around your neck while she uses her strength to lift you off the floor. Her cock hits every spot, the tip touching your cervix and the mark just makes the feeling so intense your brain can’t function. All you can hear are her moans in your ear as she fucks up into you while your legs hang limp. She looks in the mirror and pride swells up in her chest when she sees how fucked out you look. Eyes rolled back, makeup streaks staining your cheeks as tears fall and your mouth hanging open and drool coats your lips as your fingers dig into her arm. The bulge in your belly moves with every deep thrust as the mark stares right back at her.

She can feel her orgasm approach and she knows it’s going to be an intense one as her thrusts become faster and more brutal. Her hips stutter before she stills inside your cunt, the tip pressed against your cervix as her cum shoots up into your womb. The feeling of your walls clenching around her cock feels like heaven and she smiles lazily when she sees the bulge in your stomach grow as she fills you up with her load.

As soon as it stops, she places you on the floor but your legs give out so you end up lying on the floor. She watches her cum start to leak out of your abused cunt before sliding a plug inside, trapping it and keeping you filled as she grabs your jaw and pulls you up to your knees. The tip of her strap coated in a mix of your cun and hers parts your lips and your mouth stretches around her length as she stuffs her cock down your throat. She grabs your head and thrusts into your mouth, moaning at the feeling of your throat contracting around her strap as you gag and try to breathe through your nose. If she knew that the sight of you choking on her cock would be such a beautiful sight, she would’ve fucked your face sooner. She feels her next orgasm approaching and moans as she pulls your head closer until your nose touches her pelvic area. You grab her thighs and try to pull away but she holds you in place as her load shoots down your throat. Your eyes are rolled back and your lashes are clumped together from the tears and your throat contracts around her cock. She lets go of your head and you pull away from her cock, taking deep breaths as she bites her lip at the state you’re in. Your mouth and chin are covered in cum and saliva and she grabs your neck and pulls you to your feet. Your legs wobble as you grab her wrist and she grins before licking up the mess on your face.

“You look so innocent but you’re really just a filthy little slut,” she moans as her eyes scan your body.

There are tears in your stockings from her nails and little stains from her cum dripping down your face. Your stomach is still filled with her cum with the plug keeping it locked inside.

“One of these days, I should fuck your ass next,” she laughs as she taps your ass and you instinctively moan at the thought. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Don’t worry. It’ll happen soon enough.”

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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭insatiable and irresistible

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༉‧₊˚. pairing ┈┈➤ succubus!natasha romanoff x shy!fem!reader

༉‧₊˚. summary ┈┈➤ natasha makes you squirt for the first time.

༉‧₊˚. content warnings ┈┈➤ 18+, MINORS DNI. established relationship. pwp. SMUT. dom!nat. sub!reader. size difference (nat is 7ft tall). cunnilingus. enchanted strap-on. rough sex. size kink. stomach bulge. degredation. overstimulation. forced orgasms. squirting. choking. multiple creampies.

༉‧₊˚. word count ┈┈➤ 1, 178

༉‧₊˚. author’s note ┈┈➤ moodboard, divider, and mdni disclaimer made by me. images found on pinterest. support banner made by me and inspired by @cafekitsune. part 2 of cravings in the night.

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She always thinks about how lucky she is to have you and how fucked up it is that nobody was able to satisfy you the way you need. Maybe it was fate that a succubus randomly showed up in your room and chose you to help her out while also helping you out but now she can’t get enough of you. She doesn’t want just anybody else to satisfy her hunger, she just wants you. She loves the way your cheeks warm up as she toys with your pussy and how your thighs tremble as she eats you out. She loves getting you to come out of your shell more and finding out what you like since none of your previous partners really bothered to find out.

Natasha has a surprise that she hopes you’ll enjoy which is why she has you lying down on the bed naked as she sits between your thighs. She almost laughs at the look on your face as you stare at the new appendage that you’ve never seen her with before.

“It’s made specially for you, sweetheart,” she chuckles as you swallow at the size.

“Is that real?” you blurt out.

“It’s like any strap-on toy you humans use but it’s enchanted so it’s attached to me and I can feel you just like how you can feel me,” she hums as she slides down the bed until her face hovers over your pussy. “Let me just have a quick taste first before we get started.”

Her tongue swirls around your clit and through your folds, teasing your hole until the muscle slides into your walls. The tip of her tongue massages your g-spot as her thumb rubs your clit, slowly bringing you close to the edge and then pulling away when you’re almost there. You whine in protest and she spreads your legs and her strap slides through your wet folds. The blunt head teases your clit until it catches your hole and she slowly slides into your cunt, moaning as she does.

“Wait! It’s too big!” you cry out as your hips squirm but Natasha grabs the back of your thighs and presses them against your stomach, keeping you spread open and vulnerable for her to do as she pleases with you. Your cunt struggles to accommodate the thickness and she firmly holds you in place against the bed as she slides in until she reaches the base. Your walls are stretched out beyond your limit and it feels like she might split you in half. You whine pathetically as your walls contract around her strap and she moans at the feeling.

“Crying about it being ‘too big’ and now look at you, already cumming on my cock like a pathetic slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” she chuckles as she watches the way your face contorts at the new feeling you’re experiencing.

She keeps your thighs spread open as she slowly pulls out to the tip and then slides back in, savouring the feeling of your tight walls around her length. She basks in the sweet pathetic moans you make as her eyes trail down to your lower stomach where a faint bulge appears every time she thrusts into your pussy. She groans at the sinful sight and delivers a particularly hard and deep thrust, making you cry out as your hips squirm. She keeps your knees pressed against your chest as she fucks you hard and fast, the tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust and making you cry out as you fall over the edge again but she doesn’t stop. You reach out to try to get her to slow down but she grabs your wrists and keeps fucking you at a brutal pace.

“P-Please, Nat…slow down,” you’re babbling nonsense as she fucks you roughly and recklessly.

Your eyes are rolled back and glassy with tears and your mouth hangs open as unfiltered moans escape. The sight of you fucked into oblivion on her cock is an image that will forever be burned into her mind as she presses down on your lower stomach, pressing your g-spot against her cock and sending you over the edge as you cry out. The tip is pressed against your cervix and your back arches off the bed as your orgasm gushes out, a clear liquid coating her stomach as her warm cum fills your cunt. Natasha moans as your walls clench around the shaft of her strap until she’s done cumming inside but she’s not finished with you yet.

Her cock is still resting inside as she puts one leg over her shoulder and keeps the other pinned to the bed and you whine pathetically as she starts thrusting into your pussy again. Your walls are still twitching as she continues to fuck your abused cunt as if you didn’t just cum a moment ago. She watches the faint bulge in your stomach that is filled with her cock and cum and wonders how much she can fill you up until you can’t hold anymore.

“I know you got one more and I’m not stopping until you give it to me,” she growls as she thrusts deep and hard until you’re sobbing.

Your cheeks are stained with tears as they escape your eyes that are rolled back and your lips are parted and slick with drool as her thumb rubs your throbbing clit. You don’t know how much more of this you can take as every remaining thought evaporates from your mind and all you can think about is Natasha.

“Crying on my cock as you take it like the little slut you are. Say it. Say you’re a cock-hungry slut,” she growls.

When you don’t say anything, she grabs your throat and applies pressure as she delivers a particularly hard and deep thrust, making you wail as you grab her wrist.

“I’m a cock-hungry slut,” you cry out through broken moans as she releases your neck and keeps fucking you into oblivion.

She can feel you’re close and so is she. She pins one leg to the mattress and folds the other against your stomach as she thrusts deep enough for the tip to rest against your cervix as your walls clench around her cock. Your orgasm gushes out and sends her over the edge again, her cum shooting straight into your womb and filling you up even more. She moans as she rests her hand against the bulge in your lower stomach, making you whine at just the slightest pressure.

“I never would’ve guessed that you would be able to take such big cocks up this tiny little cunt like a pro,” she laughs and you whine as she pulls out and her cum immediately starts gushing out of your cunt.

Your thighs are sticky and there’s a mess on the bedsheets but she doesn’t care as she slides two fingers into your pussy, shoving her cum back inside.

“You’ll be leaking for days,” she hums as she watches your eyes flutter shut, exhaustion taking over.

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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭cravings in the night

༉‧₊˚. pairing ┈┈➤ succubus!natasha romanoff x shy!fem!reader

༉‧₊˚. summary ┈┈➤ you just had a shitty hookup and maybe a hot yet insatiable sex demon is exactly what you need to fix your problem.

༉‧₊˚. content warnings ┈┈➤ 18+, MINORS DNI. bad hookup. inexperienced!reader. nat it 7ft tall. SMUT. fingering (r receiving). cunnilingus. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. anal play. slight exhibitionism around the end.

༉‧₊˚. word count ┈┈➤ 1, 749

༉‧₊˚. author’s note ┈┈➤ moodboard, divider, and mdni disclaimer made by me. support banner made by me and inspired by @cafekitsune. i really enjoyed writing this hell i might make a series out of this.

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If you had known it was going to be bad, you would’ve just told him to forget about it and had the night to yourself with your vibrator. At least then, you would’ve actually been able to finish. And all that after you spent days working up the courage to and pep talking yourself into going out with him. You didn’t even bother heating up the leftovers in your fridge when you got home, you just went to your room to look for your vibrator hoping to salvage the night. You’re thankful that your roommate left a while before you returned to spend the night with her boyfriend, leaving you to have the entire house to yourself. You curse under your breath as you look around, wondering where the hell you put it the last time you used it.

“Looking for something?”

You turn around and see someone or something standing there, staring at you with pitch black eyes and sharp teeth peeking through her crooked smirk as she holds up your vibrator. She’s clearly not human with her grey skin and the horns sticking out of her head through her red hair. You open your mouth to scream but she’s right in front of you, covering your mouth with her other hand.

“Don’t scream. At least not yet,” she hums and you stare at her as she smiles.

She removes her hand and you try to put the words together. “What—who are you? How did you get in here?” you ask, your voice shaking.

“You can just call me Natasha. I can offer you a more pleasurable time than this little thing,” Natasha says and you stare at her.

“Well, that ‘little thing’ actually gets the job done, thank you very much,” you counter with your arms crossed and she just laughs.

Why are you even arguing with this creature who just appeared in your home out of nowhere? You should be doing everything you can to get her the hell away from you. How the hell are you not freaking the fuck out?

“Sweetheart, I promise you I can make this the night of your life and you won’t even need this,” she says as she tosses the toy away.

Maybe it’s because you’re still horny as fuck but the offer doesn’t sound too bad. To be honest, anything sounds better than that shitty ass hookup, even if it’s with a demon who just let herself into your room. But on the other hand, she could just kill you as soon as she’s done with you. Is the sex really all worth it if you’re dead in the end? Why are you even considering this? You have to have so many conversations with yourself just to interact with other people yet here you are not totally rejecting the idea of letting a demon fuck you. Has the world officially gone mad?

You can see her teeth as she grins at you and pushes you down onto the bed as you stare into her black eyes. She runs her hands over your thighs and under your shirt before tearing the fabric off you, leaving your tits completely exposed and catching you by surprise with the sudden act.

“Hey! My shirt!” you yell as you sit up but Natasha pushes you back down.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” she says as she sits between your legs and wraps her lips around your nipple.

Her tongue swirls around the skin as she fondles your other breast while her hips keep your thighs open. Your hands curl around the bedsheets, unsure of what to do with them as Natasha glances up at you. Her hand slides down your body and her fingers start rubbing your clit over your panties. She can’t help but grin as she watches your mouth fall open while your eyes flutter shut as she keeps toying with your clothed pussy.

“So sensitive, aren’t you?” she chuckles as she starts to suck on your pulse point.

Her hand slides under your damp panties and her fingers rub your sensitive clit as her tongue grazes your skin as if she’s tasting you. Your hands are still occupied with fisting the bedsheets as her fingers trail through your folds until they’re sliding inside your wet pussy, rubbing the inside of your walls and massaging your g-spot until your stomach begins to twist in knots. She removes her face from your neck and smiles at the look of pleasure on your face as your walls clench around her fingers.

“Well, that didn’t take much,” she laughs as she slides down the bed until her face hovers over your cunt and smiles at you.

“He didn’t even get me to finish,” you mumble as you look at her, referring to your bad hookup from earlier.

“You poor thing,” she coos with a fake pout as she pulls your panties off and tosses them to the side. “I think you and I can help each other.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask as you sit up until you’re resting on your forearms.

“You need release and I need to feed. And just you’re aware,” Natasha says as she places her hands on your hips. “I don’t stop until I’m satisfied.”

Before you could ask any questions, she pulls you down the bed by your hips so your back is against the mattress. She grabs your thighs and presses them against your stomach as her mouth latches onto your pussy and she starts eating you out like it’s her last meal. Her long forked tongue licks through your folds and around your clit, reaching every crevice as her hands keep your thighs open, not allowing you to close them around her head. Her moans vibrate through your core as she focuses on your clit and watches the way your eyes flutter shut.

“Please don’t stop!” you cry out as she continues to eat your pussy until another knot starts to form in your lower stomach.

Just as you reach the edge, her tongue slides inside your cunt and starts massaging your g-spot, tipping you over the edge. Your desperate moans are music to her ears as she keeps fucking you with her tongue as your eyes roll back. You’ve never felt anything like this before and it’s sending you to the edge again. Her hands keep you spread out and exposed as she devours your cunt as if she was starving until she got her hands on you. Her moans vibrate through her tongue as she brings you over the edge again until your thighs start trembling in her grip. She pulls her tongue out of your cunt and smiles at the look on your face.

“You look so pretty like this,” she coos and you whine as you look at her.

Your cheeks are warm and flushed and you have a blooming hickey on your neck as your chest rises and falls with every breath. Your nipples are stiff from the cool air and the inside of your thighs are sticky with your cum and her saliva. You sit up and stumble on trembling legs over to your closet to grab another shirt and Natasha frowns. If you’re still walking, then she didn’t fuck you right.

“I need some water,” you moan as you walk into the kitchen and fill a glass with tap water. You lean over the kitchen island just as the door opens and your roommate walks in. “Shit, I thought you were staying with your boyfriend tonight.”

“I just needed to grab some things,” she says and smirks at you and points to the hickey on your neck. “Looks like you finally got some action.”

You smile awkwardly and nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a wet warm tongue on your pussy. You turn around and see Natasha kneeling on the floor behind you, staring at you as she lifts your shirt over your hips as starts eating you out again.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whisper but she doesn’t stop and holds your hips in place as her tongue flicks your clit before sliding inside your cunt again.

Your eyes roll back as a soft moan slips through your mouth as you start to get lost in the pleasure. You hear your roommate’s footsteps and straighten yourself out when she comes back with the items she left behind. Natasha keeps tongue fucking your cunt as you try to appear normal while waiting for your roommate to leave. You’re barely listening to a word she says as Natasha’s tongue slips out of your pussy and she replaces it with two of her fingers. She starts massaging your g-spot as her tongue slides into your ass and you cover your mouth to muffle the sounds you make, glad that your roommate is so into her story that she doesn’t notice anything. You turn around and Natasha winks at you as she keeps fingering your pussy and fucking your ass with her skilled tongue while you wait for your roommate to leave.

“Anyway, that’s enough of that. I’ll be on my way now and I’ll be back by Monday,” your roommate says and you nod, not trusting yourself to say anything as you hide behind your glass of water.

As soon as your roommate leaves and locks the door, you put the glass down and grip the edge of the island as Natasha speeds up her pace. Your moans fill up the room as your eyes roll back and your legs twitch, unable to hold yourself up. Of all the things you thought would happen, having a succubus finger you and fuck your ass with her tongue definitely wasn’t one of them. A different feeling settles in your stomach but the words that try to leave your mouth are just broken nonsense and Natasha doesn’t show any sign of stopping. The tips of her fingers press against your g-spot and your cry out as the cord snaps and your orgasm hits you, your legs trembling as Natasha hums in satisfaction. She stands up and licks her lips as she admires the way your exhausted body is bent over the island with your eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open with drool coating your lips.

“And I’m still not finished with you, sweetheart,” she says as she grabs your neck and pulls you up so your back is against her chest. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk for days.”

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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭put a spell on you

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༉‧₊˚. pairing ┈┈➤ dark!witch!wanda maximoff x fae!reader x dark!incubus!bucky barnes

༉‧₊˚. summary ┈┈➤ wanda needs the perfect subject for her ritual and that’s where you come in.

༉‧₊˚. warnings ┈┈➤ 18+, MINORS DNI. witchcraft. SMUT. aphrodisiacs. noncon. bondage. fingering. oral (r receiving). demon summoning. womb tattoos. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. size difference (bucky is 7ft tall). monsterfucking. rough sex. stomach bulge. creampie. breeding.

༉‧₊˚. word count ┈┈➤ 1, 794

༉‧₊˚. author’s note ┈┈➤ moodboard, divider, and mdni disclaimer made by me. support banner made by me and inspired by @cafekitsune.

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The last thing you remember is waking up in the meadow after falling asleep in the grass. You remember heading home before you got tired again and passed out. You groan as you open your eyes and look around to try and figure out where you are. The room is dimly lit by dozens of candles and you’re lying down on what feels like a table made of stone. The surface is rough against your skin and you realize you’re completely naked. You try to sit up but you’re unable to due to the binds around your wrists keeping you in place.

“Looks like that little dizzy spell wore off,” a soft spoken voice hums as she smiles at your compromised form.

“What is going on?” you ask when you finally look at her.

Who is this woman? Why did she bring you here?

“You can call me Wanda. I’m just gonna cut right to the chase, sweetheart. I needed someone for a ritual tonight and you are just the perfect subject. So sweet, so naive, yes he will have so much fun with you,” she smiles as her delicate fingers slide over your thigh and you jerk away as much as you’re able to. “And since I’m feeling nice tonight, we’re gonna have our own fun before we start. You’ll thank me later.”

She stands over you and her hands slide up your hips to your ribs as you try to squirm away but it’s no use. She just smiles as she grabs your jaw and forces your mouth open to pour something down your throat. A strange feeling begins to build up in your lower stomach and between your legs but you try to ignore it as you try to shake yourself free from the binds.

“It'll be much easier if you stop fighting. That little concoction I made is just to make it more pleasurable for you,” she says as her fingers graze your skin.

Your stomach twists in knots as her hands move up your body until they cup your breasts, her fingers digging into the flesh. The sound of your quiet little moan when her thumbs tease your nipples make her smirk even though she can tell you’re trying to resist. You can feel the arousal pooling in your core as Wanda keeps fondling your breasts.

“Please stop,” you mumble as you try to move away from her touch, unable to figure out if you truly hate it or not, if you should keep fighting that feeling in your stomach or just let it take over even though you’re aware it was magic-induced arousal.

“No, I don’t think you want me too. Your pretty little cunt has other ideas,” Wanda hums as her hand trails down your stomach and over your cunt.

Her fingers slide between your folds collecting the slick that was leaking out of your core as she wraps her lips around your nipple. Her fingers slide into your cunt with ease as her tongue swirls around the stiff bud and she looks up at your face, eyes shut tight and bottom lip between your teeth as you try not to let out any noises. Her fingers curl inside your cunt stimulating that spot deep within your walls making your thighs close around her hand. Her skilled fingers continue moving inside your cunt making your legs start to twitch as she brings you closer to the edge.

Her mouth travels down your stomach until she’s leveled with your pussy as she continues fingering you. Her fingers are coated in your arousal and she throws one leg over her shoulder, looking right at you as she licks a bold strip over your pussy. She keeps your thigh over her shoulder as her tongue works between your folds and around your clit as her fingers curl inside your walls, stimulating your g-spot. The combined stimulation brings you closer to the edge as your legs tremble and Wanda just moans against your core as she feels you clench around her fingers. Your broken moans fill the room as she devours all you have to give while taking her fingers out, leaving you empty. Her tongue switches between stimulating your clit and teasing the entrance to your cunt as she keeps your legs spread open to allow herself access.

“P-Please,” you mumble as your eyes begin to roll back and Wanda smirks at you.

“Please what? Please continue?” she asks and you shake your head as she just chuckles. “As you wish.”

She continues eating you out and fingering you until you come over and over but that overwhelmingly warm feeling in your core remains. The words are on the tip of your tongue but you can’t get them out but it doesn’t matter anymore as any and all thoughts become jumbled inside your head as tears soak your face.

“Aww, you’re so pretty when you cry after getting your sweet little pussy eaten,” she laughs as she admires the mess you made between your legs. She grabs your face and kisses you roughly on the mouth before standing up. “I can’t wait to hear the pretty sounds you make when you take a demon’s cock in that tight cunt of yours.”

You’re so out of it in your post-orgasmic haze that you don’t even realize what she said or that she’s standing at the end of the table where your wrists are bound reciting something in another language. The candles keeping the room from being swallowed up in complete darkness flicker for a moment before you feel a different presence around you. You look up and see a seven-foot-tall creature with crimson red eyes, teeth sharp enough to rip your throat out and horns growing out of his head. You can’t even scream as you look at him in horror.

“I’m certain you’ll like this one, James. Personally, I think a sweet, innocent little fae will make the perfect toy,” Wanda hums as “James” grabs your waist with his very large hands, his claws already digging into your skin. “Oh, and before I forget.”

Her hand hovers over your lower stomach just below your navel and a mark appears on your skin. You can’t even form words as James’ cock slides between your thighs and over your pussy, spreading your folds and rubbing your clit as he holds you firmly. You’re still in shock at the size of him and wondering how the hell he plans on fitting it inside your cunt. Does Wanda really expect you to take his cock? He slides his cock between your folds a few times until your slick coats his shaft before spreading your thighs open and pressing the tip into your hole. The sudden intrusion makes you squirm but he holds you still against the rough surface as he impales you on his cock. The stretch is like no other and it feels like you’re being split in half as Wanda watches intrigued with her hands resting against the edge of the table near your head.

“Take it easy with her, James. Don’t wanna break her just yet,” she says and James groans as he slowly pulls out to the tip and then slowly thrusts back into your pussy. “She really is a tight one.”

He was only able to get half of his cock in your cunt before Wanda told him to take it easy. She can see the way your tight hole is stretched around his shaft, struggling to take him as he starts to lose his composure, not that he had much to begin with in the first place. Her eyes travel from your tear-stained face to the curve in your lower stomach that moves with every thrust of James’ cock. He groans loudly as he firmly holds your hips and thrusts deeply into your core. Your broken scream is music to Wanda’s ears as you bring your knees together but James growls as he grabs your thighs and spreads them apart, folding them against your stomach and Wanda smiles as the last of his control breaks.

“Such a tight little pussy and here you are taking a demon’s cock all the way to the base. I knew you were gonna be perfect,” she hums as she watches your cunt stretch around the demon’s cock.

James’ pace is brutal as he fucks you hard and deep while Wanda grabs your shoulders, holding you in place while entranced at how his cock is soaked in your juices. The aphrodisiac is still having an effect on your body and poor little you can’t tell if it was pain or pleasure as you feel the tip of his cock reaching your cervix. Your hips and thighs will surely have bruises and claw marks from his firm grip and the way his claws dig into your skin. Your head is spinning, unable to form a coherent thought other than a demon’s cock filling you up in a way you never thought was possible.

Wanda stares at your face, eyes rolled back and tears staining your cheeks as your broken moans echo off the walls. The fact that Wanda put a spell on you before is completely irrelevant and now all you can think about is James’ cock and how it fills you up in a way you’ve never been filled before. It’s safe to say you’re completely cock-drunk as your walls flutter against his length while Wanda grabs your jaw and forces you to watch as James’ thrusts speed up. The demon growls through his teeth as he squeezes your thighs as his hips still, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix as thick ropes of warm cum fill your womb to the brim.

“Shit, he just couldn’t help himself,” Wanda laughs as she watches his cum leak out of your cunt around his cock once there was nowhere else for it to go.

That doesn’t seem to stop him and he just keeps thrusting into your cunt, pushing you over the edge as your walls clench around his cock. As soon as he’s done, he pulls out and his cum immediately starts gushing out of your cunt. His cock is still hard and Wanda grins as she walks over to the side of the table and rests her hand against the curve of your lower stomach where her mark still remains.

“I probably should’ve told you that this is a fertility mark but I guess that’s the last thing you’re thinking about right now,” she laughs at her own words as she looks at your half-lidded eyes and then at James’ still-hard cock as he grabs your hips and slides into your cunt again. “Looks like he’s ready for another round.”

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fae’s demoncember 2023!

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hey guys! so for this month, i’m going to dedicate 5 days to different demon au fics including smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort and other elements. you can find the lineup below along with the warnings so please check those out and you may also send requests that i will post on other days through the month. happy reading!

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fae’s demoncember 2023 lineup

✧.* info: all fics relating to this month’s event will be tagged under fae’s demoncember 2023 and will be reblogged to my library blog @faeslibrary. please bare in mind that some things are subject to change as we go through the month. all fics will be posted on sundays at 9pm ET [time zone converter]

ೃ⁀➷ week 1 – december 3rd

dark!witch!wanda maximoff x fae!reader x dark!incubus!bucky barnes ╰┈➤ wanda needs the perfect subject for her ritual and that’s where you come in. ╰┈➤content warnings: aphrodisiac, non/dubcon, size kink, breeding kink, womb tattoos.

ೃ⁀➷ week 2 – december 10th

succubus!natasha romanoff x fem!reader ╰┈➤ you’re tired of shitty hookups and maybe a hot yet insatiable sex demon is exactly what you need to fix your problem. ╰┈➤ content warnings: oral (r receiving), overstimulation, bondage.

ೃ⁀➷ week 3 – december 17th

eddie munson x succubus!reader ╰┈➤ he didn’t think it was real and was just messing around with the guys. never did he think he would actually summon a demon hungry for something else. ╰┈➤ content warnings: oral (m receiving), choking, biting.

ೃ⁀➷ week 4 – december 24th

demon!miguel o’hara x angel!reader ╰┈➤ you were sent to earth as punishment for something you didn’t even do. during your exile, you cross paths with a demon roaming the earth who is dying for some softness in his existence. ╰┈➤ content warnings: soft dom!miguel, size kink, body worship, aftercare.

ೃ⁀➷ week 5 – december 31st

soft!dark!demon!bucky barnes x innocent!fem!reader ╰┈➤ it’s been a while and he never stopped coming to you for release. (a continuation of a taste of heaven) ╰┈➤ content warnings: dubcon, somnophilia, size kink, breeding kink.

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content warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. marijuana. nudity. reader has tattoos and piercings. SMUT. grinding. high sex. i wrote this on my way to work.

the sound of metal fills the room as you lie on your stomach rolling a joint while carl is trying not to let his mind wander. you’re almost completely naked wearing nothing but a pair of panties leaving your inked skin on display. he has three small tattoos himself but you have more on your arms, legs and shoulders. he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find your tattoos hot as well as your nose piercings.

while he’s lost in his head thinking about you and your body, you’re lighting up the joint and taking the first drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling through your lips. you look at carl and smirk when you catch him staring. to say you weren’t aware of the power you held over him would be such a bullshit lie because he always tells you. and even if he didn’t, you’d still know because you have caught him staring more times than you can count. he’s not exactly the poster child of subtlety but you always get a kick out of teasing him when you get the chance, just like now.

you climb on top of him trapping his hips between your legs as you take another puff while you use your other hand to coax his jaw open. you lean down until your faces are inches apart and blow the smoke right into his mouth through his parted lips.

“oh, fuck,” he moans as you sit up.

he grabs your hips and your breath hitches when he moves your core over the growing bulge in his sweatpants. you keep moving your hips as his hands travel up your ribs to your exposed breasts. carl takes the joint from you and inhales and you almost laugh when “hatefuck” starts playing. this is anything but a hatefuck.

the two of you just keep taking turns with the joint as you grind against him. the joint is half-smoked when carl puts it in the ashtray next to the bed and sits up, instantly attaching his mouth to your neck. his lips move across your skin and down to your chest as your stomach twists with pleasure.

“fuck, almost there,” you moan as your fingers grips his hair as he groans against your skin.

his fingers dig into your hips as his own stutter in movement while your thighs clench around them. the both of you fall off the edge as carl grabs your jaw and kisses you heavily. you already have hickeys on your neck, chest and shoulders but you can’t even bring yourself to care as carl flips you over so you’re lying on your back with him settled between your thighs. you can tell by the look in his red-rimmed eyes that you’re far from done but you’re not opposed to it.

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๑༄ ‧₊˚ HOLD ME | m. o’hara

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☆ ─ pairing ─ ☆ miguel o’hara x afro-indigenous!professor!reader

☆ ─ summary ─ ☆ stressful days are no fun but you’re always grateful that your boyfriend will always be there to ease your stress.

☆ ─ content warnings ─ ☆ 18+, MINORS DNI. fem!reader. stressed!reader. fluff. miguel being a supportive boyfriend. non-sexual nudity. this is shorter but the fluff makes up for it.

☆ ─ word count ─ ☆ 512

☆ ─ author’s note ─ ☆ support banner made by @cafekitsune. 18+ banner and line divider made by me. image found on pinterest and cropped by me. this an alternate version of my other miguel fic read to me but you don’t have to read it to read this one.

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Your job can be stressful sometimes but it’s the life you chose. You could never hate what you do but that doesn’t mean you don’t wish it didn’t come with the stressful days that tired you out so much that you can’t even enjoy some time with your loving boyfriend or sit down to enjoy a good book. While you enjoy your job, sometimes you do wish it could be just a little bit less demanding.

When you get home, you just head straight to the bathroom to take a shower not caring where you drop your stuff. On the floor, on the couch, on the bed, who cares? Once your clothes are off and your single braid is undone, you step inside and sigh with relief when the hot water hits your skin. It feels nice against your tired muscles and exhausted body and you kind of just want to stay there. Why would you want to get out when it’s making you feel so good?

When Miguel finally gets home, all the lights are still off and he can hear the shower running. You must’ve gotten home earlier while it was still daytime so you didn’t bother to turn the lights on. When he goes into your room, your bag is just lying on the floor by the end of your bed after being dropped carelessly.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing under the steady stream of hot water until you feel a familiar large pair of hands on your shoulders, fingers rubbing away the knots.

“Rough day?” Miguel asks and you just nod your head, not even feeling like talking.

Miguel hums as he wraps his arms around you and you turn around so you can do the same. The two of you just stand there not saying anything until you decide to get out. Miguel combs your damp hair before rebraiding it, remembering to only think good thoughts and the two of you just lie down on the bed when he’s finished.

“Anything I can do for you?” he asks and you just shake your head as you move closer to him.

“Just hold me, please,” you mumble.

Miguel smiles as he holds you close with your head on his chest. “You don’t even have to ask,” he says as he kisses your forehead and pulls the blanket over you.

His fingers toy with the loose clumps of hair around your face before twirling the end of your braid as his other hand rubs your shoulder. You close your eyes and listen to his steady heart beat as your head moves with every rise and fall of his chest. It’s almost as if everything that was stressing you out was slowly forgotten as you relax with the man you love while he just keeps you warm and safe in his protective embrace. You never have to ask him to provide you comfort and when you do, he’s more than willing to oblige and you couldn’t be more grateful that he made his way into your life.

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contents: 18+, minors dni. fluff. smut (mentioned). bruises. eddie feels a little bad here. this is part of my ray of sunshine series.

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thinking about the day after you and eddie have sex for the first time. you wake up late in the day, muscles and joints sore and aching as you remember your activities of the previous night.

you’re still groggy as you walk into the kitchen for something to eat with eddie nowhere to be found. part of you feels a little sad that he wasn’t there beside you when you woke up and now he’s not even here at all. you try not to dwell on it, thinking that maybe something just came up and he needed to take care of it and just finish your food before going back to bed, thankful that you had the day off.

you wake up some time later and groan as you sit up rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. it’s dark outside and you hear footsteps so you get up and walk out to see eddie in the kitchen with his back turned to you. he turns around to see you and smiles but it’s not his usual enthusiastic smile whenever he sees you. is he okay? what if he regrets last night? lots of thoughts begin to swirl around inside your head as eddie walks over to you and gently cups your face to make you look at him.

“how do you feel?” he asks and you just hum, not really knowing yourself how you’re feeling. “does it hurt?”

you look at him confused and he leads you to the full length mirror inside the bedroom and lifts up the old shirt you’re wearing, exposing an array of bruises and bite marks all over your thighs, waist and stomach. he rolls up your sleeves to show you the ones on your arms and pulls down the neckline so you can see the ones along your neck, shoulders and chest. was that really all from him? you turn around to look at him and frown at the look of guilt on his face, like he did something horrible.

“eddie, i’m fine. a little sore but i’m fine,” you reassure him as you gently run your thumbs over his wrists.

“i got carried away. forgot how much more delicate you are,” he mumbles as he looks at the marks on your neck.

“eddie, i don’t mind the marks or you getting carried away. i just kinda wish you were still here when i woke up so i didn’t feel so alone. for a moment, i thought you regretted last night,” you mumble the last part as you look down but eddie heads you and shakes his head as he gets you to look at him.

“sunshine, i could never regret anything with you involved. i’m sorry i wasn’t there when you needed me,” he says before placing a kiss on your forehead. “by the way, you have the rest of the week off.”

you laugh as you bury your face in his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you, placing another gentle kiss on top of your head.

#eddie munson #stranger things #fluff #ray of sunshine

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