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floatmeintothesun · 5 months

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Drunken Love

Pairing; Miguel O’hara x afab! Reader

Tags; grinding, lazy sex, smut, cumming in pants, word count 2.2k

Summary; Miguel really can’t keep his hands to himself when you’re sitting in his lap like this.

18+ MINORS DNI

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You’re intoxicating, Miguel reflects, watching you seat yourself on his lap with lidded eyes. He can’t get enough, you’ve got him utterly hooked. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing your hips and ass at equal pace.

He had a glass of alcohol in his hand a moment prior before it was set aside and forgotten in the haze that had consumed him. He can’t get drunk anymore — not since he was genetically altered but he feels light headed and dizzy just from your presence.

He tilts his head up to look at you, lips curving in a smile as he reclines back into his chair. One of your hands is in his hair, carding through dark brown strands. The other is on his cheek, your thumb smoothing over warm skin.

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing here in my apartment?” He asks with a grin, pulling you closer to him. You smile back.

“Mm… I don’t know,” You hum, “I’m looking for my boyfriend. Have you seen him?” Your index traces a light path down his jaw leading down his neck. He can’t help but shiver, tilting his head a little as you reach his collarbone.

“Well, you’re in luck, pretty girl,” Miguel nearly purrs, palming flesh and sliding his hands underneath your top so he can feel your skin against his. “I’m right here.”

You laugh and fuck, he doesn’t think he’s heard a sound sweeter than that. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you know it. He sucks in a quiet breath as your hand slides down to his chest, tweaking one of his nipples playfully through his shirt. He bares teeth at you with no heat, content to let you do whatever you want with him.

You shift so that you’re properly straddling him and Miguel can feel himself already half hard under you. He holds you at the place under your breasts, wandering hands slipping under your bra and unclasping the hook in the back nimbly. You sigh, deep and low as large hands palm at your tits greedily.

“Someone’s impatient.” You kiss the corner of his jaw, and he turns his head so he can catch your next on his lips.

“Hard not to be,” Miguel breathes, trailing his lips from the corner of your mouth to your neck. And truly, it’s hard not to be. How can he possibly be patient when you’re on top of him like this? You look practically ethereal as the dim light from the overhead light shines down on you.

“Take this off?” You pull at his shirt – it’s old, a simple black tee that used to hang off him in his college years. Now, it’s tight against his skin, easily displaying hard lines of muscle, stretching across broad shoulders. He obliges your request, pulling it over his head, feeling the chill in the air soak into his bare skin before your warmth chases it away.

Hands, smaller than his, flutter down his bare abdomen, feather light touches trailing down his ribs before rising to settle on his shoulders. Miguel peppers kisses over your face, moving his own hands so he can press you down in his lap. He pokes at your bottoms, a finger tugging at the waistband.

“Take this off?” He mimics you, raising his eyebrows a little as you laugh.

“Don’t wanna get up,” You reply, and he shrugs, grabbing greedy handfuls of your ass. You give him a look and —

Miguel hisses, low in his throat at the feeling of your body grinding down against his and suddenly his dick is much more than just half hard. Sticky pre seeps out of him and he swallows dryly, your heady scent swirling in the air. If he was any lesser man, he would’ve passed out by now. And also probably busted.

“You’re a minx, pretty girl,” He rasps, clenching his jaw. Fuck, he can practically feel how wet your pussy is, can fucking smell your damn arousal through the air. It’s making him dizzy with need, he can barely think. Your arms loop around his neck leisurely as you lean in to kiss him – something he welcomes readily.

“Would you have me any other way?” You tilt your head, coy. He almost misses your words with the way he’s focusing on your gorgeous body.

“No. I wouldn’t,” He whispers, big hands forcing your hips down onto the hard shape of his cock. Making you feel how bad he wants you right now. His tip is pressing against your clit through the fabric and god, he’s so big, tenting through his sweatpants. You swallow back a moan as his hips twitch up, pressing against you in just the right angle.

Your panties are practically soaked by now, needy pussy pulsing to have him inside of you. But you’re too impatient to get up and discard your undergarments, heat coursing through your veins like molten fire. His huge frame dwarfs yours easily but right now, it’s you who’s on top of him, you who’s making this 6 foot 9 inch man moan and hiss with every teasing dip of your hips over his straining erection.

His breaths come in quiet growls, and he squeezes his eyes shut as you tease and tease and tease.

“Baby, please,” He nearly whines, obedient hands resting lightly over your waist. Your cat-like grin makes sparks of halfhearted irritation and warmth dance through his nervous system. He knows you’re just as desperate as he is and he kneads your plush thighs as if trying to entice you.

You’re addicting and infuriating, Miguel thinks to himself. He wants to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you until you’re sobbing in pleasure and he can barely breathe through the haze of overstimulation. He wants you to keep him right here and make him beg for just a scrap of your attention. Mostly, he just wants you.

You finally decide to grant him some relief, messily slotting your hips against his and a ragged hum escapes Miguel’s throat, low and quiet. The shape of his dick is defined through his sweats, pressing and twitching against you through the fabric. You can’t help but moan as he rubs his tented half against you, almost like a dog in heat. You have half a mind to tease him for it, but the way he presses up against you makes your head feel foggy.

The edges of razor sharp fangs glide over the sensitive flesh of your neck as he peppers kisses and nips to your skin indiscriminately. It’s slow, it’s messy, his hips roll upwards underneath you, searching for that sweet friction. A particularly harsh bite has you hissing lightly and Miguel soothes it over with his tongue. It doesn’t bleed, but you’re sure it’ll leave a mark.

And he had to leave it in the most obvious place ever? Bastard. You shoot him an unamused look and he just gives you a smug expression.

“Something wrong, hermosa?” He coos, all cloyingly saccharine, and you roll your eyes. If someone told you that this man was begging for your touch three seconds ago, you wouldn’t have believed them.

“Don’t act cute now,” You grumble and he laughs, a wonderfully soft sound. His hands drift to the small of your back, putting pressure and lazily grinding against you, keeping your pussy anchored over his dick through layers of fabric. It’s like a haze has settled over you both, something sweet and heavy and sticky all at once. It’s languid and mind numbingly good — it’s different from the way he fucks you. You might even call it domestic.

Something about the way Miguel stares at you feels almost reverent. He looks so pretty here, mussed up hair and heaving chest. He’s warm and you can feel it in the way his thick thighs tense and the way his hard cut abdomen presses up against you. Sticky sweetness seeps into your limbs like molasses, and you can’t help but kiss him, all teeth and tongue. His low pleased hum vibrates through his chest and vaguely, you think he tastes something like wine and spice.

He’s sloppy and hungry, quickly deepening the kiss as he leans closer. It’s not until you’re running out of oxygen that you tap his shoulder and he pulls away, a pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. You’re panting, kiss swollen lips shiny with saliva and he’s groaning, rolling his hips upwards. His clothed cock catches on your clit deliciously and he catches on quickly, making sure to aim for that one fucking spot that makes you see stars.

“Shit — Miguel, feels so fucking good…” you gasp into his mouth and he groans. You sound so sweet when you moan and whine on his lap. He’s head over heels for you, he decides. You could sit on his face for hours, suffocating him between plush thighs, and he’d say thank you. He’s almost tempted to pull you to the bedroom right now just so he can beg you to do just that, but fuck, with the way his dick is throbbing, he might not make it that far.

“Just like that, baby, c’mon,” He nips at your neck lightly and licks into your mouth greedily, “you want it? Want this fat cock? I’ll give it to you, I’ll give it all, j’st cum, baby, you can do it,” quick hands come up to palm at your breasts, squeezing stiff peaks and god damn, he knows how to use them.

Your back arches, pressing your tits against his bare chest and Miguel dips to litter marks around your collar bone and lower, humming in satisfaction as you thread a hand in his hair. You’re a mess, he’s panting and groaning, hair mussed up, dark crimson eyes squeezed shut. He might just be the prettiest man you’ve ever seen.

The thing that really does it for you is the way he says your name. Breathy and pleading, it makes your head spin, and you press a searing kiss to his lips as the knot that has been slowly building finally snaps. It’s filthy, sinful, and fuck, its everything you want.

Miguel tenses underneath you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he shudders and twitches. He sounds almost drunk from the way he’s slurring your name, honey sweet and desperate. He cums with a quiet grunt, staining his boxers with it, soaking the light gray of his sweats.

You slump against his chest and he hisses lightly as you brush against his slowly softening cock. A burly arm comes to loop around your waist, pulling you closer while you gently move sweaty strands of hair out of his face.

“Good?” He asks, and you hum in affirmation. He grimaces at the feeling of slick cum dripping down his balls. “We should get clean.”

“My thighs feel sticky,” You mutter, trying to gently extricate yourself from your boyfriend’s hold so you can walk to the restroom. He shoots you a look and sweeps you up into his arms easily, pressing an easy kiss to your neck. Instinctively, you hold onto him, leaning against his bare chest as he carries you to your shared bathroom.

He glances at you as he pushes open the door with his foot, considering.

“Bath or shower?” Miguel tilts his head, looking remarkably composed for a man who just came in his pants a few minutes ago.

“Shower,” You answer immediately, and he puts you down, turning to strip off his clothes and hearing you do the same. You turn on the water, setting it to both of your preferred temperatures and slip into the stall, sighing in relief at the warmth. Miguel joins you after a moment, swiping your body wash off from the corner. Technically, it’s his, but you use it so often that he just delegates it as a shared item.

You say that his is better because it’s fancy. He doesn’t object. After all, he really doesn’t mind you smelling like him.

Squeezing some into his hand, he cleans you up, soapy suds washed away by the spray overhead as you do the same for him. You pay special attention to his pecs and ass and he just sighs like he’s annoyed. He’s not. Honestly, he doesn’t care — you can touch whatever you want. He’s all yours and he relishes that fact whole heartedly.

Your hands trail down his chest and abdomen. He smothers a smile against your hair, pressing you up against the shower wall and hooking strong hands under your thighs.

“Want to go another round?” He asks, looking down at you, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. You card a hand through wet curls and he leans into it.

“Yes.”

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Needless to say, you don’t come out of the bathroom until much later, littered with marks and sore between the thighs. Miguel follows after you, looking utterly satisfied with himself, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist as you both enter your bedroom. It’ll be a pain to wear a scarf for the next few weeks but with the way Miguel practically drapes himself over you has you not caring.

A problem for future you. For now, you’ll just snuggle under the covers and exchange sleepy kisses with your boyfriend.

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AN; this was supposed to be 500 words omg

#across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #into the spider verse #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel x you #spider man 2099 #miguel o hara #spiderman across the verse

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floatmeintothesun · 5 months

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Hi guys! Since the nsfw sleepy soft miguel O’Hara fic is taking a while, im planning on just putting out a short bit of writing as a small apology! It also features Miguel and some lazy grinding, 18+ etc

Okay that’s it, luv u guys!! It’s not done yet but I’ll be finished soon ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚♡˚

Edit: done!

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floatmeintothesun · 6 months

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NSFW; MINORS DNI

Thinking abt sensitive fem!reader who insists that she’s perfectly fine with being degraded, she wants it to happen, wants to experience what it feels like with Miguel. He’s hesitant, he dislikes saying things like that to his significant other even during sex but he does want her to explore on what she does and doesn’t like.

He’s splitting her open on his thick length slowly, her nestled firmly in his lap, his chest flush to her back. She’s squirming, gasping and trying to adjust as he carefully sinks into her, inch by inch.

“Poor baby,” he croons in her ear, big hands playing with her breasts, “dumb little whore can’t take all of my big cock, huh?” His hips snap up cruely, shoving the rest of himself deeper. She’s whimpering while he mumbles filthy shit like “you’re such a stupid bitch, can’t think when your insides are getting stuffed like this, yeah?” and “Want my cum? You'll have to beg for it, fuckin' slut" and all kinds of other mean stuff and she just cant help it :(.

She bursts into tears, sniffling and trying to wipe them away bc she’s trying to have a good time, but it’s all just getting really overwhelming. Miguel notices instantly — of course he does. He's immediately all over her, asking if she's okay, if she needs him to stop and pull out before she just shakes her head and tells him that it was just too much. he asks her what she wants to do for the rest of the night and she just asks him to be sweet.

sweet. he can do that.

he ends up spending the rest of the night pampering her thoroughly, making sure that she feels good and putting his own feelings second. soothing quiet moans with kisses, large palms holding her securely, gently -- anything she wants. miguel is nothing if not a thorough man, giving his gorgeous girl whatever she wants, however she wants. although, granted that doesn't mean he doesn't get off from watching her pretty face contort with pleasure.

#I need that man #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #into the spider verse #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #can u tell I just really love soft miguel #I'm on my period #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse

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floatmeintothesun · 6 months

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It might take me a bit to get to writing the fic but it’ll probably be around 2-4k words. Maybe 5k if I’m feeling extra with the plot. Btw, it’ll be afab bc it’s what I’m most familiar with. Luv u guys! <3

edit: I decided to make a small summary for both fic options

Mushy/gooey/loving w miguel: Miguel comes home, utterly exhausted, to find dinner cooked, the house cleaned, and his beaming girlfriend waiting at the table, glowing with pride. His heart absolutely melts and he can’t help but devote the rest of the night to loving her as thoroughly as he possibly can. Although admittedly, she may be a little sore tomorrow

bathtub sex/pampering: Being a crime fighting vigilante is less than easy, and it’s a common practice late at night for you to massage all the kinks and knots out of your husband’s shoulders while the two of you share the your days with each other. He suggests for you to take a nice relaxing bath together afterwards, only for his teasing hands to start wandering…

#miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x reader

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floatmeintothesun · 6 months

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Utterly Enraptured

Pairing; Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

tags; breeding, little bit of overstimulation, Miguel goes into rut, creampie, wordcount 4k

Summary; Miguel seems to have forgotten about a certain side effect from having half of his genetic makeup being spider DNA

EXPLICIT - MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Wet, warm, perfectly molded to his length. Large palms pressing against thighs, his mouth quieting your little gasps and hiccups. His murmured praise, his filthy tongue pressing against your hole wetly, licking long stripes up your skin. Hungry. The twitch of his hips, the choked whimpers, he wants it. Needs it.

You’re gasping, trying in vain to muffle your moans into the pillow while he completely and irrevocably rearranges your insides. You’re so fucking sweet – god, he wants nothing more than to stuff you full of his seed, pull out and admire the view of him seeping out from your weeping pussy.

He wants to push it all back in with spit slicked fingers, kiss away all of your tears and do it all over again until you’re sobbing in pleasure, begging for more, more, more –

Miguel wakes up feeling fire burn at the base of his spine and the undeniable hardening of his cock. He immediately wants to just roll over and go back to bed.

It’s 7:47, he has to get up in ten minutes, he’s way too hot but the floors are probably freezing, his blankets are so so comfortable and his dick is aching. So far, great start to his morning. Miguel turns to his side, finding your side of the bed empty. He resists the urge to groan.

Right, you have your early work shift today.

He mourns the loss of the warmth as he kicks off his blankets with one languid motion. For a moment he’s tempted to just indulge himself right now, right here. Your scent is still in the air, soaked into your pillow, heady and intoxicating.

Absent-mindedly he palms himself, cupping the sizable bulge and considers. Miguel wants you, to be completely honest. Always does. Like a thirst that will never be quenched, he craves you. All of you. Your hands, your flesh, your blood — if he could, he’d worship every single inch of you for the rest of eternity.

And you’re not here. Unfortunately. He imagines your hand, smaller than his, wrapping securely around his length, the other curled loosely around his hot, swollen balls, and slowly exhales.

He can wait. He has self control. He doesn’t have time to fist himself like a wild animal. He has an online meeting to attend since he, for once, is taking a break from the Spider Verse for a day or two.

Miguel heaves a sigh and gets up, stretching lazily. The chill seeps into his skin and he resigns himself to taking a cold shower.

(He ends up having to clean spurts of creamy white off of the shower walls anyway. He is so fucked.)

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There’s something wrong with him. There’s something wrong with today. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Miguel can’t get you out of his head.

You usually don’t leave his mind regardless, but at the moment, all he can think of is bending you over the nearest flat surface, letting you slather at his tip, feeling your sweet, tight pussy clench around him while he whispers obscenities in your ear.

He thinks of you all day, but his thoughts are never this…vividly vulgar. Miguel will admit to having the stray passing instance but right now? He’s practically been a depraved fucking dog for the past three hours straight.

This morning didn’t help. That damn dream didn’t help. He’s been staring at his laptop for the past thirty minutes trying desperately to redirect his thoughts to something more productive, his board members are droning on and on about stock values and whatnot – he has work to finish, but jesus, he can’t think of anything but you.

Your taste, your heat, your everything. He’s hard as rock as he mumbles some bullshit excuse to his meeting members before shutting off his laptop with a definite click. It’s as if a fog has filled his head, keeping him drunk and dizzy. Miguel’s body feels unbearably hot right now, scorching, needing.

“Lyla,” his voice is strangled. “What’s the date?”

His assistant flickers to life next to him, drawing up a calendar.

“Mm…it’s the 8th,” she says, blinking down at him. “Ah, I see. Your uh, time of the month, y’know?” She wiggles her eyebrows and he growls, waving her away. She pops up a little ways away, putting her hands on her hips.“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger, man,” Lyla frowns. “Just telling you,”

“Thanks,” He says bitingly, dismissing her and groaning into his hands. You won’t be home until later – and later means that he’s going to have to suffer for the next few hours, alone and unbearably horny. Wonderful.

Mentally, he berates himself with a low hiss, feeling annoyed that he didn't connect the dots earlier. His throat is dry and he swallows raspily.

He should’ve looked at the date, how could he have forgotten? Heightened sensitivity, overheating, inability to focus, the urge to fuck you into next week — all signs pointing to a very large neon billboard that says “SPIDER INSTINCT FUCKERY” in big bold letters. In other words, mating period.

It happens every other month through the 8th to the 10th when his body decides that it’s time to procreate and do nothing else for the next two days.

He sucks in a ragged breath slowly, trying to calm his fast beating heart. It doesn’t work, only serving to remind him of the pulsing in his chest and between his legs.

It wasn’t this bad before he started dating you. All he had to do was tug on his cock a few times and he was fine, for the most part. Anything else could be burned off by fighting criminals and doing his usual dimensional overseeing.

That was before you. You and your gorgeous smile, you and your honeyed scent, you and your burning touch. He’s so hungry — greedy. He wants your flesh in his hands, your slick on his chin, your hands on his body.

He doesn’t even realize he’s getting up from the couch and migrating to your shared room until his knees hit the mattress and his huge frame curls up on your side of the bed. His cock is stupidly hard, twitching and throbbing from where it’s formed a tent in his sweatpants.

Miguel can already feel the precum seeping out of him and staining his boxers. A whine rips itself out of his throat as he buries his head into your pillow, basking in your familiar sweet smell.

A heady mixture of your favorite shampoo, perfume and body, all swirling around him as he grinds his lower half into the bed desperately like a dog in heat.

It’s not enough. It’s not enough.

He needs you, craves you. His large hand snakes down to wrap around his weeping length, the other pulling down his sweat pants and boxers to give him some relief. It’s agony, waiting for you to come home.

He wishes you were here right now, wishes that he could pepper your face with kisses and croon apologies while he slowly bottoms out in your tight cunt while you writhe beneath him.

Or on top of him. He doesn’t give a damn. Any position you want, he’ll do it.

Just imagining your sweet whines and whimpers has his breath labored. He presses the heel of his palm against his stiff length, hissing at the jolt of pleasure and sensitivity that burns through him. It’s painfully dry, but he takes the slick precum dripping out of his tip to aid the tight slide of his fist over his fat cock. God, he just needs to pump you full of him and fuck it all back into you. The thought of you, all swollen and glowing with his kid makes him nearly feral.

His hips jerk upwards and he can’t help but imagine your hand instead of his, can’t help but imagine how much better it would feel.

He gasps quietly as his thumb presses against his slit, jaw tightening, fangs threatening to break skin. The hand currently not wrapped around his cock is clenching the bedsheets hard enough to rip.

He just needs to wait. He just has to wait a little longer. You’ll be home soon.

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You slip off your shoes at the door, setting them aside on the rack near the entrance. The warmth from the apartment chases away the chill and you set down your bag, heaving a sigh of relief. You’ve been looking forward to spending time with your boyfriend all day since he has a rare day at home today.

You peek around the hall, letting your aching feet be comforted by the rugs near the living room. Where is Miguel anyways?

“Heyyyy,” Lyla pops up in front of you suddenly, grinning when you startle. “Looking for Miguel?”

You set a hand on your chest trying to calm your jackrabbiting heart, before giving her a small smile.

“Yeah. Is he here right now? I mean he said he would be, but I don’t know if he’s doing his Spider-man thing right now,” You tilt your head as Lyla’s expression flickers. She adjusts her glasses, glancing at your bedroom door.

“Well uh, he’s in there. Might wanna be careful though,” She mutters, checking out her bright pink nails absentmindedly. You raise an eyebrow.

“Why’s that?”

In lieu of explanation she draws up a calendar and materializes a glitching pen in her hands, circling the date. Your frown in confusion.

“The…8th?” You blink and she nods. Why would today be significant? It’s not your anniversary, the only thing that comes to mind at the moment is… “Oh.” You swallow dryly, remembering vague flashes from two months ago. Two months ago when he had fucked you silly for what was basically two days, interspersed with breaks in between. Then the sheepish explanation of what he calls "mating period" where his DNA practically drives him insane with rampant horniness.

Lyla nods empathetically.

“Yeah…well, good luck! I've heard that massages really help with soreness.” She vanishes with a pop of golden glimmers, leaving you alone in the hall.

You glance where she had been moments prior before sighing. Dating a man with half of his makeup being spider DNA came with its quirks. Your feet carry you down the hall and you open the door to find –

Oh fuck.

Miguel, in all of his bare glory, strong thighs spread wide, leaving nothing to the imagination. His sweatpants and shirt are in a heap on the floor, most likely thrown in his haste. His heaving chest is gleaming with sweat, abdomen twitching, looking like a Greek God.

And there, his throbbing, swollen cock squeezed tightly in his fist, his hips working back and forth at a languid pace. Long and thick, the tip shining slightly with precum. It makes you salivate, sticky heat beginning to grow between your legs.

The room's atmosphere is heavy as you mindlessly draw closer. Fuck, his gasps and whimpers sound so pretty. Half of his large frame is hanging off the bed as you realize he's on your side, face buried desperately in your pillow.

"B – baby," His words stutter in his throat as your scent overwhelms him, his nostrils flaring. "Please, please, please —fuck, need you so bad," he quivers, taking his hand off of his face to look back at you. He's grimacing, gorgeous plush lips stretched into a pathetic pout and you hum in acknowledgement, putting a hand on his thigh. He twitches but makes no other move.

Your clit throbs in response to the pure neediness in his voice, high and whiny. He sounds utterly wrecked, squeezing his cock and waiting for you to touch him. You’re so close, your hand is on his body, but it’s not where he wants it.

“You’re so desperate, Miguel,” You croon, reaching out slowly and wrapping your hand around his base. He makes a choked sound, his hand falling away to run through his sweaty hair. “Aren’t you?”

He doesn’t answer for a second, visibly trying to contain himself before he speaks, low and ragged.

“Yes,” He finally hisses, crimson irises foggy and clouded with lust. You hum in approval at his answer, squeezing lightly as you begin to pump him, going at a pace you know is wholly too slow for his taste. “Don’t t — tease me, cariño. Faster, baby, please,” He begs, his breath stuttering in his chest.

You rock back on your heel as you begin stroking faster, your thumb tracing the veins on the underside. Miguel’s eyes roll back as your deliciously hot mouth descends on him, your tongue circling his tip juuust the way he likes it. Fuck, you can feel yourself getting wetter with each trembling hiss and moan you pull out of this man — your man. You separate from him with a pop, licking pre from sticky fingers while he watches hungrily.

The smell of arousal — your arousal, invades his senses and his hands twitch and he lunges, pulling you up to him and flipping you over. You yelp in surprise as his hands immediately squeeze flesh, your hips, your thighs, your ass, anywhere he has access to.

You tilt up to kiss him and he leans down, pressing his lips to yours firmly. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and when you allow him access inside he moans quietly, fangs digging into your lower lip lightly.

Your shirt is practically discarded at the speed of light and you shiver for a second at the cold washing over your skin before Miguel's all over you again.

He leans forward to fumble with your bra, fingers struggling to unclasp the hooks on the back. You laugh and pull it off yourself, to which he rolls his eyes fondly before his mirth is devoured by desire.

Thick fingers nimbly pull at your pants waistline.

"Take these off too, sweetheart," He whispers, leaving wet open mouth kisses trailing down your neck. You shiver, obliging quickly and kicking them off. They land somewhere on the floor and you don't care enough to look for them. Not when Miguel is between your legs, staring down at your clothed pussy like it's his last meal.

He inhales slowly, leaning down to press his head against your thigh. You smell so fucking intoxicating, he wants nothing more than to bury his face between your legs and make you scream in pleasure. But first he has to get rid of your panties.

"Hurry up, Miguel, please," You whine, wiggling your hips as if to try and encourage him. As if he needs any sort of encouragement.

"Do you care about these panties?" He asks, quick and low. You blink.

"No…? –! " You gasp as he lowers his head and fucking rips them off of you in one quick motion with his damn teeth. "Miguel!"

"I'll get you new ones, baby. Promise." He kisses your inner thigh, holding you down with two large searing hands. "As many as you want. As long as I get to have this goddamn pussy, I'll get you anything."

Your glistening lips look absolutely delicious, all wet and soaked from watching him play with his cock in front of you. He wants to put his mouth on your throbbing, swollen clit until you sob, wants your pussy in his face, wants his tongue in you while you grab at his hair and urge him for more. You'd taste divine, and he nearly just decides to do it anyway.

But his cock is so hard it almost hurts and he's about three seconds away from getting blue balls, so instead he sinks one finger in your drenched cunt. Your breath hitches and you turn your head into a pillow as he begins to finger fuck you in earnest. The obscene sound of slick gushing out from your hole makes Miguel nearly feral, nearly has his eyes rolling back into his head as he feels your tightness squeeze and pulse around his thick digit. You hiss at the stretch, slow pain and growing pleasure intertwining as Miguel goes slow adding a second.

"You're doing so good, so good, baby. You feel so – fuck, so good. Can you take one more?" He asks breathlessly. "C’mon, you're such a good girl, aren't you?"

You nod amidst blurry vision, gasping as he slides another finger in. His pace is fast and punishing, and the final goddamn nail on the coffin is the way his fingers press into your g-spot, while his thumb rubs messy circles on your puffy clit.

"Cum, baby, you can do it, you can fucking cum for me, can't you?" He latches onto your tit, swirling his tongue around your nipple in such a way that makes your head foggy.

“Mig – guel!” You whine brokenly as he rolls it between his teeth, sharp points of pleasure burning up your spine like wildfire. Miguel can’t help but groan at the feeling of your sweet cunt clamping down on his fingers, and he increases his speed at the telltale signs of your impending orgasm. You're so so close and when the building coil in your lower stomach finally snaps, you sob, gushing all over his palm.

Your bare chest heaves as he murmurs sweet praise in your ear, telling you that "You did so good, cariño," and "Look at you, you're so gorgeous all spread out like this,". Miguel drags his tongue down your neck, pulling away for a second to suck your juices off his fingers in an awfully erotic display of tongue, saliva, and a flash of a grin.

He presses kisses to your face, trying his absolute damndest not to hump you like a fucking dog but he’s waited so long and he’s going to go fucking insane if he doesn’t get your pretty pussy wrapped around his cock in the next two seconds.

“C’mere, baby,” Miguel takes himself in hand, his other keeping your thighs spread so he can see your twitching hole all wet and ready for him. “Can’t wait any damn longer – I’ll fuckin’ – explode or something.”

Looking up at him from your position is absolutely deadly. His hair is disheveled, strands slipping from their usually neat positions, his expression is utterly and completely devoted as his chest heaves. Your eyes travel down to shamelessly stare at his massive package, complete with his proportionally large hand curled around the weeping length.

He’s so stiff that he splits your lips easily, and he groans at the feeling of your slick coating the underside of his cock. You can’t help but gasp as he grinds against you slowly before the head catches on your clit and pushes inside.

And oh god, he could die right here and be happy, he could fucking die with the tip of his dick buried in your tight pussy and think that his life is fulfilled. It takes everything in him not to cum and paint your insides in a creamy white. Your wet walls are so slick and he hisses as they clamp down on him.

“Fuuuuck… baby you — you gotta loosen up for me, relax — mnnshit — “ he gasps, and you cry out, shifting underneath him. He rubs sloppy circles on your clit, his breathing labored as a few more inches of his monstrous cock slide in, “There we go, there we — nnngh, okay, good, so fucking good, you’re such a pretty girl,” he babbles nonsensically, practically losing his mind in the warmth.

“M — Miguel,” You hiccup, nudging him out of his daze. “Move — please, s’not enough,” You want him in your guts, you want him to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is the shape of his cock.

And who is he to deny you?

He shoves the rest of himself in in one fluid motion, his throat closing in on itself as he bottoms out, his pelvis flush to yours. His mouth parts slightly as his lips form an o shape, and he thrusts once, caging you in his burly arms.

“Oh shit — I’m gonna move, okay? M’gonna move,” he warns you, before pulling out slowly only to slam his hips back into yours with wild abandon. You suck in a startled breath as he begins to absolutely fuck your brains out, fire igniting deep in your lower stomach again. There’s none of his usual careful approach, there’s no teasing, no smug remarks. He’s focused on one thing and one thing only: stuffing you full of his seed until he physically can’t anymore.

You can barely get anything out as he grinds against you, his dick so deep inside that you’re sure that he’s showing through your lower stomach. Fuck – he feels so good as he fills your tight pussy, rocking precisely in all of your sensitive spots. The head of him practically kisses your damn cervix, sending you rocketing towards your second orgasm of the night.

Your brain is so mushy and pleasure-drowned that it takes you a second to realize that he’s still talking and oh fuck.

“Let me fill you, le— let me cum inside, please, please, baby, I wan – nngh, I want you all round and swollen f’me,” he sounds utterly wrecked, desperate and hungry all rolled in at once, “Wouldn’t you look so pretty an’ gorgeous? Pleas – e, please? Need you full, all full of me,” Miguel begs, grunting lowly when you clamp down on him from the downright filth flowing from his mouth.

“Yes – Miguel, just –nnhgod, oh shit, oh fuck,” You lose the tail end of your sentence as your head melts out of your ears and pleasure sears through your veins. Miguel whimpers at your words, shoving himself deeper than you thought was humanly possible.

“Waited so long for you, baby, was so – was so lonely, needed you – need you – “ He hits a spot that has you keening, eyes rolling back and your head bumping against the headboard of the bed. You’re driving him utterly insane, your moans and cries sounding like a blended symphony of bliss pounding through his eardrums. He leans down to litter any inch of bare skin he has access to in dark marks, his burning mouth trailing wetly down the valley between your breasts.

“M’close, Mig – uel, I’m going to cum, baby –” You manage to gasp out before you’re overwhelmed completely and your vision erupts into stars as you gush around him for the second time in one day. It feels like someone has poured molten pleasure down your veins and you’re incandescent with it.

Miguel chokes, low and deep in his throat, feeling your slick pussy tighten around his girthy cock, slathered in your juices. It tears a downright animalistic sound out of him, a trembling snarl from somewhere in his chest as he thrusts once, twice, then finally pumps you full of creamy thick seed.

His mouth is agape, transfixed in a silent ‘o’ as his hips stutter and his balls draw up tight, every atom in his body devoted to filling you completely. When he’s finished, he rolls his hips a few more times, fucking his cum deeper inside of you despite his hiss of overstimulation.

Your limbs are putty in his hands as he slides out slowly and adjusts you into a more comfortable position, his eyes lingering on the way some of his cum drips out of your loose hole. He pushes it all back in with two fingers, giving you a small smile of apology at your choked mutter, before collapsing down next to you and dragging you close to his chest.

“...How long does this last again?” You rasp, voice sore from screaming. Miguel hums in contemplation, nosing your shoulder from where he’s draped over you.

“About a day and a half more to go,” He responds languidly after a moment. “Are you okay with that?”

You know you’re going to be so sore by the end of it. You know you’ll probably be feeling it for weeks on end after. You know you’ll probably have to take a few sick days to recover too.

“Mhm,” You answer, kissing his cheek. “I can handle it,”

“That’s good,” He replies quietly, and you stiffen, feeling his fat softened cock twitch against your thigh. He raises his head to give you a semi sheepish look and you gulp.

Maybe you can’t handle it, actually. It’s okay though, since Miguel will take care of you long after.

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Man im so sorry this was pretty late. At least i managed to get it in before October ended. Also I’d let that man dick me down any day of the week, 24/7 😻😻

#across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #into the spider verse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman atsv #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine

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floatmeintothesun · 6 months

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watch me crawl out of literally nowhere after months of being inactive (٭°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧٭). I promise I'll get to writing the nsfw breeding kink/overstim miguel ohara fic I've just been busy with work and irl stuff.

luv u guys! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

#float talks #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara smut

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floatmeintothesun · 7 months

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#across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fanfiction

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floatmeintothesun · 8 months

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Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

warnings: smut, slight mention of fangs, 18+, fingering, slight breeding kink

MDNI!!

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You’ve always noticed that his hands are large. Long fingers tapping away at holographic computer screens, curled loosely around a coffee mug, splayed out against his desk.

They feel bigger now that they’re buried knuckle deep inside of you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Miguel coos, pressing innocent little kisses to your face as if he’s not currently pumping his thick fingers into your slick pussy. You squirm, hips bucking as his searing palm holds you down, forcing you to stay still.

His tongue drags across your collar bone wetly and murmured praises peppered with utter filth make your core burn. With each punishing flex of his hand, you’re absolutely sure that this man is trying to kill you.

The barest hint of fangs scraping lightly against your shoulder makes you shiver and you feel his smug smile against your skin. Sweat drips down your body, and you writhe underneath him, gasping out slurred syllables of his name.

“You’re so good for me, yeah?” He exhales roughly. “So fucking wet — look at that pretty little pussy, baby. Just begging for me to stuff you full of cum, right?” He grins viciously when he hears your choked sob, feels your walls tighten around his fingers.

“You’d like that, huh?” he emphasizes his words with a harsh thrust and you cry out — god, he’s hitting all the right spots. The stretch burns in the best way possible and he kisses away the tears that leak out of the corners of your eyes. Your sopping cunt flutters around his digits and he nearly drives himself insane imagining what it’ll feel like wrapped around his cock.

“More — Miguel, please,” you beg breathlessly, needily, and it goes straight to his aching dick. His fingers become more precise, curving just right, abusing the one spongy spot that makes you see stars. The calloused pad of his thumb rubs circles on your puffy clit, sending shockwaves into your lust-drunk mind.

“C’mon, baby. Give it to me, I know you can do it,” he murmurs, sloppily covering your lips with his, licking across your bottom lip hungrily. His hips rut mindlessly against the mattress underneath, desperate for any sort of friction. The heady mix of your scent and sex burns through his veins like wildfire, and he groans, low and deep, increasing the pace.

It builds in your lower stomach, rising and pushing you further and further until you’re practically balancing on that precarious precipice. Then Miguel hits that spot and the knot in your gut snaps.

Pleasure explodes in your system and you throw your head back with a cry of his name on broken syllables, high pitched and keening. Your breaths come in deep heaving inhales as you slowly come down from your high, covered in dark marks and sweat.

Miguel pops his fingers free with a wet sound, all slick shiny with your juices and fluids. He swirls his tongue around them with a pleased hum, dark eyes boring into yours pointedly.

You’re reminded suddenly of the heavy weight of his fat cock pressing against your thigh, smearing pearly beads of precum against your skin. Miguel kisses you, his words foggy against your lips.

“Please?”

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I’d let this man break my back tbh

#across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #spider man 2099 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader

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floatmeintothesun · 8 months

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Pussy drunk Miguel??

NO MINORS/THIS IS NSFW >:((

Miguel O’Hara x fem reader

warnings: smut, 18+, slight mention of fangs, overstimulation

AN:This man is my new current obsession

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Your fingers are twisted in his hair, his face buried in your cunt like he’s trying to drown himself in it. The flat of his tongue drags wetly against your folds, pressing against your hole stickily. His quiet hums and moans vibrate into your soaking pussy as he eats you out like a man starved. Large hands palming greedily at your thighs, fangs scraping against flesh. The bridge of his nose nudges against your abused clit, sending white hot sparks into your body.

Ravenous, you think faintly to yourself, this man is absolutely ravenous.

“Fuck, you taste— so good, baby,” Miguel murmurs thickly, his words drunken and messy against your cunt. It’s nearly unintelligible, spoken between nips to your inner thighs and searing kisses smeared messily to your pussy.

God, it feels so good, it’s so fucking good, it’s too much —

“Please, Miguel,” You whimper, pulling back at his head. “No more — I can’t —”

His tongue swipes across the bottom edge of his lip, and he groans, low and guttural.

“One more, okay? J’st — fuck — one more, baby,” He slurs, thick fingers already dragging you back to his mouth, pawing sloppily at your skin. He sucks a dark mark into your flesh, biting lightly.

“You can do it baby, come on, just one more,” He begs, eyes dark and lips pressing against flesh. His hand travels down to wrap around his weeping cock, thumb pressing against his slit. “And then I’ll give you what you want.”

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he has me in a vice grip

#atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #Miguel O’Hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099

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floatmeintothesun · 9 months

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Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

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floatmeintothesun · 1 year

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How Genshin men would carry you when you’re drunk:

Tw: none

tags: small mentions of falling, wanderer, fluff

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Diluc- he’s a gentleman obviously. He’s clearly going for the princess carry, and totally trying to suppress not so innocent thoughts like oh god the slightest bit of ankle showing how scandalous. There’s a low chance he’ll get get drunk tho considering his dislike of liquor

Itto- slings you over his shoulder like a potato sack. Admittedly it’s not that comfortable but he gets points for trying. The ride is probably bumpy and he’ll most likely forget to walk carefully. 30% chance that he’s also drunk and will trip, taking you with him

Thoma- he’s probably going to give you a piggyback ride. Why? Just because he feels like it. Plus hes probably blushing pretty hard while holding you and feels indecent for doing so. If he gets drunk too he might carry you on his shoulders. He’s surprisingly good at balancing even when he’s drunk

Wanderer- drags you by the ankle

#itto x reader #diluc x reader #thoma x reader #itto x you #itto x gn reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #thoma x you #yes wanderer will drag you #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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koala hiding under a typhoon

#Omg I love this sm #trigun #fanart #I JIST WANT TO HUG BOTH OF THEM SO BADD #Tysm for this work of art 💕💕

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floatmeintothesun · 1 year

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Help they’ve taken over my brain

#vashmeryl #vash the stampede #vash is babygirl #trigun stampede meryl

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floatmeintothesun · 1 year

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Sanguine

Summary-You persuade Diluc to indulge in his desires…(vampire!Diluc x reader)

Tw- blood, slight mention of injuries, nothing really big

Tags- Vampire Diluc, fluff, slight injury, gender neutral reader, comfort

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“...no. I’m afraid I can’t do that, darling,” Diluc denies you, giving you a look. You frown.

“Why not? I’m fine with it,” You tilt your head and he sighs. His crimson eyes flicker brightly for a second at my words, before the glimmer fades out.

“I’m not going to bite you. I--” You hold up a finger shushing him with a pout.

“Well you need blood, don’t you? I double as your lovely partner and a walking food source for you. I know you won’t take too much. I trust you,” You say resolutely and he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I am not going to take your blood. And I’m certainly not degrading you to being a food source to me,” He says firmly and you sigh, sitting down next to him on the couch. Out of habit, his arm naturally loops around your waist and pulls you closer to him. He mumbles something under his breath and you poke him in the stomach, making him shoot you a half-hearted glare.

“Come on, ‘Luc. Why not?” You ask and he frowns.

“You know why. I can’t risk accidentally taking too much from you. I don’t want to hurt you,” He mumbles, and you make a face.

“But I trust you. You’ve got amazing self-control,” You say, and Diluc nearly wants to cry out in frustration. He does have good self-control, he’s trained himself for this, but Archons, he certainly hadn’t trained himself for you.

You, with your deliciously sweet scent and your delectable enticing blood--he doesn’t know if he can restrain himself. He turns away from you, trying not to think about how easy it’d be, to just lean over, grab your wrist and just bite--

“No. No, I will not,” He manages to rasp, his throat feeling uncomfortably dry. He glares at you. He should move away from you, he really should, it’s not helping his situation at all…but he just can’t tear himself away from your side. Your horribly mouthwatering scent surrounds him and he contemplates simply not breathing so he doesn’t have to risk snapping.

The much more instinctive side begs him to just give in, to listen because you said it was okay, you're insisting he drink and take and bite and devour, to just give in and he shoves the almost overwhelming urge down.

You reach up to brush his bangs away from his face and he nearly groans, hearing and practically feeling the blood rush through your veins, but he lets you do so, forcing himself not to react.

“I trust you. I do with my life,” You say and he grits his teeth. His fingers twitch and you can see his pupils dilate for a split second before returning to normal. You can see his self-restraint slip, just for a millisecond and he turns around, turning his face away from you.

“...you’re an insufferable human,” He mumbles, taking your hand in his, and looking back at you. You smile.

“I’m your insufferable human,” You say cheekily, and he hesitates, before sighing heavily.

His eyes flare their bright crimson color and you blink at how urgent his tone of voice is. “The second you feel faint, or dizzy, or tired, just tell me and I swear I’ll stop. You have to tell me,” You bob your head up and down, grinning victoriously at his caving in.

He closes his eyes for a second, before sighing again.

“Are you gonna bite my neck? Like in those vampire novels?” You ask curiously, and he startles, looking at you with surprise before his brain clouds over with want. He wonders if you know how intimate those are considered to be…

I want to, I want to claim you there, I want everyone to know that you’re mine, I want them to know how inseparable we are, He thinks, before shaking his head, trying to clear his mind of those instinctual urges.

(He knows that it’s not entirely instinctual but he won’t admit it out loud)

“No. I’ll just take some from your wrist. That’ll be enough,” He murmurs, gently grabbing your arm and lifting it upward. He observes it, his mouth watering slightly at the thought of piercing through and finally, finally feeding on that sweet ichor.

Remember to stop, He reminds himself quietly.

You squeak in surprise when he presses small kisses to your wrist, and he relishes in the sound, opening his mouth and teasingly lapping at the delicate skin. He can hear the steady thrum of blood flowing through your veins and he pauses.

“Last chance to say no,” He says roughly, his voice dark with hunger. You only smile at him, baring your wrist further and he sighs. “Alright. Get ready,”

He hesitates for one more second before he opens his mouth widely, the light glinting off of his long and sharpened canines. You close your eyes, jumping as you feel his fangs sink into your flesh.

There’s only a slight flash of quick agony before it’s swept under a wave of tingly numbness. You watch in fascination as he presses his mouth to the wound, crimson staining his lips and teeth.

A low groan vibrates in Diluc’s chest, closing his eyes, because goddamn it, you’re so sweet, so good, and you’re all for him. The taste is better than he could have ever imagined, and he swallows it down with greedy eagerness.

It’s finer than anything he’s ever had, sweetened with your genuine care for him and your intent to help him. It’s so filling, but somehow he simply can’t get enough of that purely addictive life flowing through your veins.

For a split-second, his desire takes over, igniting deep in his stomach and he wants--he wants so badly, to just drain you dry, to take it all, to drink until he’s gorged on your blood--

He tears himself away from your wrist, panting heavily and trying to blink away the craving to feast on your flesh. He swallows thickly, the sweet taste of blood coating his throat deliciously.

“...You…are you okay? He asks, looking up at you worriedly. You smile, patting his arm in reassurance.

“Yeah, I’m good, don’t worry,” You say, and he sighs, using his thumb to neatly swipe away the ruby droplets away from his mouth, absently lapping them up before grabbing a medical kit.

“No dizziness, nausea, shortness of breath? Anything?” You shake your head, and he nods, already wrapping a bandage tightly around the area he had bitten carefully. He licks his lips, tugging you onto the couch and tucking you into his side possessively.

You blink at the sudden act of affection, raising an eyebrow. He glances at you, somewhat bashfully.

“Ah. After I feed I tend to indulge my…more possessive vampiric traits,” He admits after a moment, his large hand placed protectively over your hip. He makes a face when you laugh, burying his head into your shoulder grumpily.

“Are you full now? Do you need more?” You ask and he makes a soft huffing noise through his nose, that might have been a disbelieving laugh. He’s more than sated now.

“No. I think I’ll be fine…for a month and a half. Maybe two,” He makes a shrugging motion, lazily soaking in your warmth and affection. He can feel your hands slowly combing through his ruby-red hair and he sighs, relaxing at the soothing ministrations. “You definitely don't need to give me more of your blood for a while,”

“...did I taste good?”

“What? Why would you even ask that?”

“I don't know. I’m curious! It’s not like I regularly get to ask vampires what I taste like,”

“It’s a stupid question,”

“Answer it, please,”

“You’re insufferable,”

“So you’ve said. Come on, stop deflecting. Tell me!”

“You’re a pain. Not really. But still,”

“Hey! ‘Luc, get back over here, don't leave!”

#diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #Vampire diluc #genshin impact x reader #Fluff #genshin impact #genshin diluc

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