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somebluemelodies · 6 months

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DAY ONE OF SPIDERBIT THEME WEEK STARTED BY @anonymous-dentist! :D SELECTED THEME: ROYALS part of my existing spiderbit royals au, which you can find here :)

All things considered, this gala is actually tolerable.

It's not that Roier hates galas - he likes dressing up, gossiping with townsfolk, participating in a few dances. It's the politics he doesn't like: classist courtiers, uptight generals, all the talk of pacts and trades and treaties, this and that-

Too many negatives and not enough positives.

But this? This is his first gala with Cellbit as his personal guard. As his partner.

There was another gala, months before. Back when Cellbit was still practically a stranger to him, one of the knights who patrolled the parameters of the massive ballroom and down the halls to ensure nothing went awry. Back when suitors were coming up to him left and right, looking to flirt and dance and win his hand alongside his heart. Roier would humor them, but they would never win. Even if it made his parents increasingly exasperated with him.

There will be none of that this time around, though, at least he certainly hopes. This time, things are different. So much different.

In what has to be a first, there's no armor on Cellbit to be found. Instead, the silver metal has been replaced with black and white and deep emerald fabrics; a high-collared shirt and a long coat. The guard's sword is in its sheath attached to his waist, though, veiled from immediate sight by a black cape, and he expects nothing less.

In no uncertain terms, Roier has trouble looking away. But it's fine, because Cellbit keeps looking at him, too, with unadulterated adoration, smiling with such a warm fondness that it makes him melt all over, and he wonders how the hell he went for so long without it.

(There's a lot of other eyes on them at first, too. It makes Cellbit stiff in his vigilance, his face open to the world and not just his world. But Roier's hand barely leaves his.)

(They really do stand out; dark greens and reds contrary to the bright yellow-golds and vivid violets of the prince's parents. A match that could rival, indeed.)

The gala enters its full swing and everything is, well, normal. Tolerable. The prince makes his rounds with the townsfolk, getting his favorite clue into the local drama. Chisme.

The guard accompanies him, too, but occasionally walks off to strike conversation with his own companions, or do his own silent checks around the borders of the ballroom. The latter doesn’t go unnoticed by Roier.

“Ya, mi amor,” he chastises fondly when Cellbit returns once. “Nothing to worry about.”

The band starts playing a tune that makes Roier perk up immediately, and before Cellbit can dispel the recognizable glint in his eye, the guard is being pulled deeper into the ballroom, Roier’s hand sliding into his own as the prince’s free settles on his shoulder.

Cellbit huffs, but he’s anything but upset, especially with the way Roier’s face lights up with a laugh, pressing closer still.

(And he remembers why dancing isn’t so bad, after all. If it means this.)

(They’re getting married. Married.)

The song ends with Roier getting twirled out with a laugh and a flourish. Then, it’s clear he gets another idea, tugging Cellbit’s hand lightly. “Sigueme, sigueme.”

They’re slipping out of the ballroom and down a hall, going up the stairs. Their final destination is revealed when the prince pushes open one of the double doors and they’re hit with a cool summer breeze.

“They’re going to notice we’re gone.” Cellbit quirks a brow.

“And? I saw the look on my father’s face. I am not listening to another general if I can help it.”

The guard hums, smiling amusedly. “Brilliant solution.”

“I’m full of them, no?” Roier responds.

“Sometimes.” The quip is met with a gasp and a smack to Cellbit’s shoulder. Roier pulls back in faux hurt, hand to his heart and everything, but then Cellbit’s hands are on his waist and he’s pulled right back. The prince pouts. “Hijo de puta.”

Cellbit only smiles knowingly, and Roier feels positively fuzzy. Their lips connect, and he’s flush against his love once more, arms circling snugly around the guard’s neck.

(A fire burns. All it took was patience.)

(He’s never letting go, now.)

When they finally pull apart, Roier rests his head against Cellbit’s shoulder, and they hold each other tighter still.

They can’t hear the music from the ballroom anymore, but it doesn’t matter. The night is their guide, as it always has been, and all is well.

#the ending kinda sucks ass BUT #in self defense i woke up this morning feeling physically like shit #but the spiderbit grind never stops #this is longer than what i normally post i hope y’all like it :D #qsmp roier #qsmp cellbit #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #spiderbit royals au #a.d's spiderbit week

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monsterinmyboxers · 8 months

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STRESS RELIEF. craig cahn x male reader. — ft. thigh-fucking + praise + self-facial.

this camping trip seemed to help craig a lot more than either of you expected.

the first time you saw him, it seemed that he had it all together. he had matured greatly since college, that much was obvious. it was honestly impressive how much he grew over the years, considering how he used to be.

but, the more he opened up, the more you felt the need to take care of him. in more ways than one.

he was fully capable, and you knew that, yet the urge to give him everything and more was strong. might be a dad thing, or you love him more than you originally thought. it was probably both.

you both sat in content silence for a moment, after you gave some much needed words of confirmation and comfort, only small crackles of the campfire heard. this night made craig realize how tired he really was, and that you could remind him to reward himself with a break or two. you could muffle that voice in his head saying he doesn't deserve it.

"if you could only see yourself the way i see you."

he was staring into the stars, but once you spoke his gaze instantly locked onto yours. craig wasn't one to back down from eye contact, yet in this moment, he's never felt more inclined to look away. his heartbeat was erratic, his breathing no different, he was smiling so hard his cheeks started to hurt━ and, fortunately for him, he couldn't feel the blush spreading down to his neck due to the fire.

he glances back down at his feet, in fear of confessing to you right then and there. maybe he should've, maybe that was the right moment and he just lost it, forever. no, he can't start thinking that way, not now. he was so close. shit, where had his confidence gone?

quickly, he thinks of something else to focus on, shuffling over to his bag of supplies. "c'mon, i brought dessert." he didn't look at you, didn't dare to, but he could just feel your gaze, all over him. how could you not stare? he was half fucking naked, in damp boxers. you didn't lie before, his ass looks great.

"oh, are you gonna use the campfire to torch the tops of some crème brûlée?" a pause. he still doesn't turn to face you. "what?" and another. "i know little to nothing about cooking." he laughs at that, then pulls a bag of marshmallows from the bag. "well, you still know how to make s'mores, right?"

you both are once again sat next to each other, this time with s'mores in your hands, craig having one, while you were on your third. despite having more than him, you were much cleaner than he was. he doesn't eat things like this often, so you aren't that surprised.

besides, you don't mind a mess.

casually, silently, you bring a thumb up and wipe some of the melted marshmallow off the corner of his lip, then licking it off your finger. he froze at your touch, rough but comforting, just as a dad should be.

and he watches as you take it into your mouth, so calm about the entire thing while he freaked the fuck out.

"the stars are so much brighter out here." your voice was smooth, low, and gave the slightest rasp whenever you ended a sentence. it scratched every itch he had inside him, and made them throb even more with pure need. he loved the feeling. craig, no, don't let yourself ruin this. "yeah. i missed this."

you smile. "me too."

you both reminisced about old memories, until the fire finally died down and it got late. climbing into the tent, while you unfurl your sleeping bag, craig speaks. "wait, where's the other sleeping bag?" you look around. huh. "oh, i must've left it at home." on purpose? on accident? you honestly can't remember what your intentions were. but later on, you'll thank yourself, you just don't know that yet.

"it's all yours dude, i'm sorry. i'll just.. curl up over here." you hand the sleeping bag over. "no way. here-" craig would grab it, but instead of keeping it for himself, he'd unzip it completely so both of you could lay on it. you fit, somewhat. you appreciate the gesture, nonetheless.

"night, bro." laughter escapes you, without permission. you just find the nickname funny, he's used it since the day you met him, and probably before that. "goodnight, bro."

you're laying down, back-to-back with one another, no blanket. it's cold. your body shivers, and without realizing it, you scoot closer to craig. that's when you felt his breath on the back of your neck, he turned over. you do the same, attempting to get more comfortable. eventually, you accept the fact that this isn't working, and look at the man in front of you. and the sight was heavenly.

he wasn't asleep, not fully anyway, you've seen your daughter fake sleep enough times to know the difference. yet, he looked so peaceful, face void of any stress or exhaustion as it had earlier.

trailing down, you examine over his body, sucking in a breath once you come across the slight dip on his side, and his v-line. you want to outline his muscles, feel the goosebumps form along his skin.

but before you could think any longer, his eyes flutter open. quickly, you notice, and tear your gaze away from his waist. by that look he gave you, he knew what you were doing, what you were thinking. there was something there that darkened them, something weighing in his pupils, it made him all the more attractive.

neither of you knew who leaned in first, but suddenly you were kissing, each more passionate than the last. once you pull away, you struggle to come up with something to say, luckily craig already had it planned out.

"i got feelings for you, bro. feelings i can't deny anymore." awfully poetic, in your opinion. either way, it made you smile. "bro, me too."

you chuckle, as craig shifts positions. he seemed hesitant at first, but the hold you had on his sides encouraged him, even boosted his confidence. you made him feel desirable. "you know, talking about old times is fun, but.." he was sat on top of you now, straddling your hips, thick thighs heating your lap. everything felt so much warmer than before. "i like making new memories with you." his hands cup your face, thumbs caressing the skin under your eyes.

this time, neither of you break eye contact.

well, that was until you kissed, never parting for long, taking the smallest breaks possible to breathe before continuing. your palms travel, allowing themselves to finally feel every inch of him. mind you, you're both still in just your underwear. your clothes had dried a while ago, you could've put them back on earlier, but you didn't see the point in that. you hadn't acknowledged it, but something told you that you wouldn't be needing anytime soon. it was right.

at this point, craig was shaking in anticipation, attempting to subtly grind down on you. when you speak up about it, he interrupts with pleads. he had his face shoved into the space between your neck and shoulder, lips brushing against your pulse while he whispers, begs. "please, please, i'm sorry, please," he wanted you, so bad, so much that he felt guilty for it. he was moving too fast, he was forcing himself onto you, he doesn't deserve you. though, when you started grounding him, like before, all those thoughts disappeared. you hush him, tugging at his boxer briefs. "i know what you want, sweet boy. take it."

he's never reacted so quickly.

once again, he repositions, this time pulling you on top of him so he could shove the thin fabric down, nearly ripping them in the process. yours follow, thrown into the corner of the tent. instantly, he looks down, having to hold back a whine as he did. you weren't fully hard, not yet. he knows how big you are, you went to college together for fucks sake.

though, he figures out a way to help. he spreads his legs, reaching over to grab the base of your cock, not before you give him a nod of approval, and puts it between his heavy thighs. he lets you take control then, pushing them together and treating his thighs like a fleshlight. and despite how big they were, he could still see your head poking out and leaking onto his own. he had to suppress a whimper, the image of you inside him immediately flashing in his mind.

the underside of your dick rubs against his, making his hips twitch upward, which only added to the friction. craig had his head tilted back, too embarrassed to have even a mere glimpse of you. you took that as an opportunity.

using your spit, you slick up two fingers, then bring them down to circle his hole. he's hardly aware of it, until you push one fully inside. a loud gasp came from him, lifting his head and curling in on himself. "breathe, baby, breathe." you offer a hand, pressing it to his chest to soothe him, and he lands flat on his back once more. you grind harder as well, evening out the field of pleasure. "good, atta' boy." he nods, as if he's agreeing with you. pretty. eventually, you add the other finger, scissoring him open while rolling your hips.

by now, the inside of his thighs were smothered with your pre-cum, and the moment you pull them apart you could see clear strings still connecting them. you were completely hard, that was the first thing craig took note of.

his arms hook around your neck, pulling you down and pressing his mouth to yours. both your hands take place beside his torso, tip poking and prodding at his stretched hole. "in, in, please." he tries to force you inside, clenching around nothing and huffing when he fails.

"shh, i know, i know.." no matter how adorable his fussing was, you were still just as desperate as him. lining up, then driving in, and you swore craig shouted. before you could express any concern, or even think about doing so, he keens out, "good, it's good! really- really good, yes. thank you."

he was vocal, just as you thought, showing unnecessary amounts of gratitude for something so inappropriate. it was cute.

you wasted no time, smooth ins and outs, craig moaning at the slightest movement. poor man was already drooling. he didn't know what to do with himself, trying to piece together anything to say, but instead he finds something else to busy his mouth. leaning up, he sucks and licks at your neck. there were very faint marks, ones that will fade in the next couple hours. you'd need to thank him for that later.

your thrusts grew faster, harsher, making the skin of craigs ass ripple every time you made contact, his entire body jerking up with it. you didn't know where this aggressiveness was coming from, since you haven't done this in what seemed like forever. you assume that the craving to fulfill craigs every need played a part in it.

and he gladly takes this burst of energy, for as long as he can, though the warmth flooding his stomach was unbearable. "gonna, fuck, gonna come, can i? can i?" the second you nod, thick ropes of cum spurt from his slit, shooting far, all the way up to the nick in his eyebrow. you don't stop, holding out until nothing was left, then slowing.

both of you take a few moments to pant, giving one another a couple pecks here and there. you think you're down, that you can get off some other way, but judging by the way he tightens his legs around your waist, you now doubt it.

"keep going. please?"

#fics by jj #male reader #x male reader #craig cahn #craig cahn x male reader #dream daddy: a dad dating simulator #ddadds #dom male reader #top male reader #not gonna get any attention bc ddadds is dead but wtv #kinda glad too bc this sucks ASS #rushed at the end. just ignore it #i put way too much effort into this

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