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[fangswbenefits]

Devotion

Summary: You give yourself to Miguel, and he's about to show you what complete devotion looks and feels like.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 6.5k

18+. Miguel POV. Reader POV. V*rginity loss. Cr*ampie. F*ngering. C*mplay. Org*sm denial. After care. Edg*ng. Br*eding k*nk. Mentions of pregnancy.

Part 1. Previous Part.

Thank you so much to @ancientbeing10 for the help with the Spanish 🩷

Miguel had scooped you up in his arms effortlessly and carried you to his bedroom, slowly placing you on his bed.

He then leaned in to place a kiss to your temple, sending a shiver down your spine.

You tilted your head back, hoping to have his lips on yours once instead. 

The truth was that you were absolutely smitten by him. Relationships are often complicated. People are complicated. Miguel was a complex person, and yet, you felt drawn to him.

You could still remember the first time you realised your feelings for him transcended those of a regular friendship.

It had begun with him looking after you in the lab. It had been innocent and fleeting enough, but the heart works in strange ways. The way he was so adamant about you having to take care of yourself awoke in you a feeling that you were seldom presented with:

Affection.

His lips hovered over yours, snapping you from your thoughts, and you brought a hand to the side of his face. "Please kiss me…"

Even through the darkness that engulfed his room, you could still spot a faint smile.

And he did as you requested. 

Your back arched nearly instantly, seeking more of him. Even though your body had barely recovered from your orgasm, you felt desire flare inside you at an alarming rate.

He quickly deepened the kiss by parting your lips with his experienced tongue, and you eagerly let him in, moving your hand to the back of his neck, yanking him closer.

Nearly losing balance, Miguel placed both hands on either side of you for support, settling in between your legs.

A moan rose in your throat, and you broke the kiss at the feeling of your clit throbbing, as the underside of his cock settled between your folds.

"We can stop."

You stared into his crimson eyes. "Do you want to stop?"

He pressed a fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth. "This isn't about me."

Oh.

Desire had clouded your mind, almost making you forget that you were still very much inexperienced. But you still craved the fluidity and eagerness of couples who already knew their way around each other's bodies… with no virginity in the way.

Truth be told, if there was anyone who you'd give yourself to, it would be Miguel O'Hara.

You wouldn't utter these words out of fear of sounding ridiculous at best, and desperate at worst.

"I want more…" you whispered instead, rolling your hips and causing his cock to slide along your clit.

He moaned, but gripped your hip to a halt with strong fingers. "Are you on birth control?"

The question caught you momentarily off guard, and you blinked. "What?"

"If you want to continue… I have to know."

"Yes—Yes, I have an implant."

Hormonal imbalance had been the sole reason, though. Irregular periods accompanied by terrible cramps had taken a toll on you. 

Pregnancy had been the farthest thing on your mind.

Miguel groaned lowly before burying his face in your neck, lips caressing your flushed skin, which caused your hips to jolt into him.

He immediately hissed from the sudden friction, and began to match your tempo deliciously slowly.

You bit your lip, not wanting to moan embarrassingly loudly with each slide of his cock against your clit.

He quickly grazed his thumb across your lower lip, releasing it from your teeth's grasp. "Please… let me hear you…"

The plea mixed with his gentle touch was enough to have your mouth part in a whimper. 

"Louder."

Your eyes fluttered shut once the tips of his fangs began to poke your skin, and you couldn't hold back the loud moan that erupted from your throat.

Wet sounds and sticky sounds echoed all around you, as you began to drip, adding more and more layers of your own wetness around his cock. 

Ambient lights were suddenly switched on, an orange and yellow gradient filling your field of vision.

Miguel brought his lips to your cheek. "Are you sure you want this?"

You sank your fingers into his soft hair, arching your back slightly, your nipple piercings digging into the taut muscles of his chest.

In reality, you were terrified. Miguel seemed to be on the thicker side than what you had expected, and you didn't see yourself taking more than one of his fingers, so his cock definitely overwhelmed you.

Would it hurt? Would he be gentle? Would you even enjoy it?

The preconception that having sex for the first time was a painful ordeal was engraved into your subconscious. Growing up, you had heard some scary recounts of first times from your friends. 

But you were still clinging on to the hope that Miguel knew what he was doing. 

So you took a deep breath, staring into his eyes. "I'm sure…"

He shifted to press a kiss to your forehead. "You can tell me to stop if it gets too much," he murmured. "And I will."

You had no doubt he would. 

But it still made your heart speed up, and an uneasy feeling spread throughout your body rather quickly.

He reached over you to grip one long pillow and eased it under you until your back pressed against it, angling your torso so your eyes could be met with the sight of his cock dripping precum. 

Now you understood why he had turned the lights on.

Then, you heard a click and stared as he removed his dimensional travel watch, placing it on his bedside table.

Oh.

Your soaked folds were wrapped snugly around him, and you gasped as you spotted your swollen clit peeking from under his cock.

"Does that feel good?" Miguel asked, voice strained. 

You could only stare in complete and utter fascination, as he kept dripping more and more precum, the droplets eventually running down along your folds.

"Yes… you're really…" you paused briefly, completely transfixed with the amount of precum. "Is it normal for you to…"

Miguel's eyes followed your line of sight, and he chuckled upon realising what you meant. 

"With you, yes."

His bluntness had your walls clench instinctively around nothing in anticipation.

He then raised his hips and you watched as strings of precum mixed with your wetness dangled from his cock, before he kneeled at your side, slowly dipping the mattress.

You were about to protest at the loss of contact, but he immediately silenced you with a hungry kiss, drawing a couple of whimpers from you.

The taste of him had become so familiar to you by now, that it served to soothe your frustration and impatience.

Your hand tapped around blindly until it found what it was looking for.

Wrapping your fingers tightly around his hard cock, you tugged gently, and Miguel quickly broke the kiss with a delicious hiss. "Fuck…"

The heat pooling between your legs was becoming unbearable and, with each throb of your clit, uncertainty gave way to burning desire.

"Miguel… please…"

He pecked your cheek. "I need you ready for me."

You pouted in response. "I am."

He then brought his lips to your ear, whispering softly, "Can you take more than one of my fingers, then?"

Your heart faltered once you felt one hand trail down from your neck, caressing your hardened nipples, before traveling down until it reached your swollen clit.

"Can you, sweet girl?"

That term of endearment had begun to grow on you, and it almost made you moan out your answer.

"I think… I think so," you said, trying to muster your confidence.

He then pressed a kiss to the pulse point on your neck.

You watched as he traced your clit with his middle finger, coating it in your wetness. The view was hypnotic and you stifled a moan as he rubbed at your entrance once, before plunging the finger inside.

As if seeking an immediate anchor, you gripped his cock tighter, feeling beads of precum steadily spreading across your hand.

"Easy, cariño… not so tight."

This wasn't even considered dirty talking, but it was enough to have you buck your hips against him, and he eased inside easily, burying himself knuckle-deep. 

Crimson eyes watched your every reaction attentively, and you gasped as the heel of his palm pressed down on your throbbing clit.

"Tell me how it feels," Miguel cooed, sliding in and out of you at a torturous pace. "I need to know."

You hummed in response, trying your best to ride his finger through throaty whimpers.

He paused abruptly. "Use your words."

You snapped your half-hooded eyes to him. "It feels good… really go-" the word died in your mouth as he began pumping into you once again.

He unclasped your fingers from around his cock. "I know you're eager, but if you keep touching it like that I won't last…"

You were sticking out your lower lip in a silent plea, but decided to bring your precum-soaked hand to your breasts, letting the warm liquid drip onto your nipples, earning an approving growl from Miguel.

"Do you think you can take a second one?" he asked, bending over to swipe his tongue across one nipple. "You set the pace."

The sight of him tasting himself on you was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced, and you immediately nodded, just so you could feel his tongue again.

Suddenly, you felt a second digit probing at your entrance, and you couldn't keep your chest from heaving rapidly at the stretch.

Miguel shifted closer to you, catching your eyes in his. "Relax, cariño… you're doing great."

You tried. You really did try to stop your walls from tightening around his fingers, but your body was moving involuntarily at the sudden intrusion.

He placed a reassuring kiss on your cheek. "Nearly there…"

A raspy whimper parted your lips and you allowed yourself to relax ever so slightly, until he was buried as deep as he could.

The discomfort of the stretch turned into impatience, and you rolled your hips, seeking more and more friction.

"More…" you mumbled desperately.

Your eyes dropped to the mesmerising motion of both fingers sliding in and out, glistening with your wetness, as your swollen clit peeked from between your folds.

Wet sounds filled your ears and your head fell back once his palm pressed against your clit. Miguel immediately took advantage of this angle, and had his lips on your neck, sacking gently.

The familiar coil in your lower abdomen warned you that you were nearing the point of no return. The delicious friction mixed with his thick fingers fucking you at a steady pace.

"You're so close…"

You bit down on your lip so hard you feared drawing blood. At this point, you didn't trust yourself to utter any words, and chose to lose yourself in the blissful moment.

Miguel took your hand in his and had your fingers wrap around his cock once again with a hiss. He was so thick and hard and warm and leaking so for you.

"Let me fuck your hand…" he growled into your neck, snapping his hips. "Just… squeeze harder…"

You eagerly gripped him tighter, feeling strings of precum sliding down your wrists as he matched his hips with the tempo of his fingers inside you.

"Miguel… Miguel…" you managed to moan as you neared the precipice.

His lips were on yours all of a sudden, and you crumbled under his touch, whimpering into his mouth as his tongue found yours.

You were so close.

So deliciously close.

"You’re doing so good," he praised you over and over again.

Your back arched reflexively as the blissful turbulence of an orgasm began to wash over you.

And then, it was gone.

Your peak never came and your moans immediately died in your throat.

Confusion took a violent hold on you, as you slumped into the pillow and mattress underneath you.

Miguel had removed himself from you entirely, and you were left clenching around nothing, mourning the loss of his touch.

"Miguel…why?!" you protested, as you felt tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

You dropped your hand from his cock to grip the sheets, hoping to rein in your frustration in between sobs.

"I'm sorry," he said, sounding truthfully. "I want you to come around my cock, cariño…" he added, before kissing your quivering lips.

You wanted to be mad at him for denying you of your pleasure, but he managed to gain a nod from you instead. 

The mattress dipped around you and even through closed eyes, you could tell he was positioned right between your legs.

He then brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. You felt slightly taken aback, not expecting him to do this.

"You taste really good."

You laughed nervously. "I do?"

His lips tugged upwards. "Don't take my word for it, then."

He brought two glistening digits to your lips and you immediately took them in, savouring yourself on him.

You sucked on him for a moment, enjoying how he looked so smitten by it.

He pressed your tongue flat with his fingers, before sliding out, saliva dangling from the tips.

"You're so hot."

That compliment threw you for a loop, and you immediately looked away, not quite feeling like you deserved it.

He cradled your face with his hands. "Look at me."

Slowly, but surely, your eyes met his as you tried to even out your laboured breaths. 

"You are. You are beautiful."

Your heart clenched and you were left speechless at how genuine he sounded.

You felt like you could cry from this. You didn't cry easily, but his words always found a way to tug at your heartstrings like no one had ever managed to. 

He craned his neck to press a soft kiss to your wet lips, and you felt his cock resting against your throbbing clit.

"Are you sure of this?"

"I am. Please, Miguel…"

He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm not going to last long," he whispered softly. "But neither are you."

The jab at your stolen orgasm had you pouting at him.

He groaned in response. "Try to relax as much as you can, okay?"

You swallowed hard with a determined nod. "Okay."

You felt his cock slide along your soaked folds, grazing your clit, before you felt a small pressure at your opening.

Instinctively, you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the pain and discomfort.

But Miguel kept his hold on your face with one hand. "Please look at me…" 

You took a deep breath and mustered the strength to stare into his crimson eyes. 

"I've got you," he promised, brushing his knuckles across your heated cheek.

And you believe him.

Even when you felt the tip being pushed slowly into you, your breath caught. Your gaze faltered and your mouth fell open in a strained gasp. You felt his other hand press flat against your thighs, and you spread your legs as much as possible, hoping it would be enough to ease him in.

"Breathe…"

You slowly let out a shaky breath, realising he had stopped.

"Are you okay?"

No.

You wanted to be, but you could feel yourself tense up and you brought your hands to claw at his back, feeling the muscles underneath his skin flex as he adjusted himself.

But you still nodded. You wanted to be done with this. First times can be tricky, but you would have to keep your fear of pain at bay until the worst had come and come.

He pushed his hips into you again, and the stretch had you holding your breath again, as a sharp sting tore through your entire body.

You didn't dare breathe.

Your chest became so tight it ached, and you felt the familiar tension in your eyes, as the first tears began to blur your vision.

"Stop… please…" you begged, tapping on his back.

He immediately halted, his face softening. "Do you want me to pull out?"

You shook your head, the motion causing one tear to slide down from the corner of your eye. He captured it with his lips, a silent reassurance that he would take care of you.

Deep down, you feared he might be turned off by your hesitancy. You were sure he wanted to go deeper and faster, but the discomfort was gripping you hard.

"How much…" you sobbed, staring down at the length of your body to find where the two of you were connected. "... is it almost there?"

Miguel smiled warmly at you. "Nearly there, sweet girl."

Your lungs expanded with a deep inhale and you sighed through your nose. "Go…"

You dug your nails into his skin as he slid deeper inside, drawing a sharp gasp from you. This time, you had to bite down on your lip again, feeling Miguel's unwavering stare on your face.

"Tell me to stop, and I will."

But you didn't want him to stop. Not now. Not when you were so close to being filled to the brim with him. No amount of pain or discomfort would take that away from you now.

He was being so gentle and caring, assuring that you were the priority here. 

And you wanted this to be on equal grounds, soon.

His pleasure would be yours.

Your pleasure would be his.

He was kissing every single tear away, whispering praises, and you knew he was fully buried inside, once he stopped moving again.

This time, you felt him shudder under your touch, breath coming out in shallow pants.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice raspy and shaky.

"Yes."

You would be soon. 

The pain hadn't been as bad as you had expected and once you began to relax, you could feel the remnants of it slowly fading.

The two of you remained still for a few more seconds, with only the erratic breathing keeping you company.  

"I'm not going to last long," he confessed, burying his face in the curve of your neck. "Can you relax a bit more?"

You tried to drain the tension from your muscles, and you immediately felt his cock twitching inside you.

He was so deep...

"Please move," you asked, ready for what was to come.

Miguel inhaled sharply, and you felt him drag it out slowly, earning a few pained whimpers from how thick he was.

Before you could take a deep breath, he slammed slowly into you.

Your clit was swelling up again and you knew he had bottomed out again when you felt his balls press into you.

But you needed more. You needed to feel more.

"Can you go faster…"

He dragged his fangs along your shoulder. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Please…" you begged.

Miguel set a slow pace at first, and you heard the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him, which had him groan with each thrust.

Your gaze was on how his cock reappeared only to disappear back inside you, visibly struggling to move past your tightness. 

"So good… fuck…así… no pares," you heard him mumble mindlessly each time he pushed all the way back into you.

You managed to snake one hand in between your bodies, and you immediately gasped as the tips of your fingers slid past your clit only to finally touch his slippery cock.

His pace quickened slightly, and he removed your hand with his, pressing down on your pulsing clit.

"Just… just like that…" you whimpered breathlessly.

You arched into him, your pierced nipples digging into his chest, and he suddenly stilled.

"I need you to come first," he rasped, drawing circles around your clit. "Please… please…"

There was something incredibly riveting about having Miguel O'Hara begging. Such a strong and serious man, was now on top of you, completely taken by how you milked his cock, and how close he was

His thumb left your clit, and he pulled his torso away from you and moved back, pressing your legs together with both hands and pushing your knees into your chest.

The new position nearly pushed you over the edge, as your walls pressed further around his cock. His thumb was on your clit in an instant, and you moaned and whimpered, gripping the sheets with both hands, holding on for dear life, as he skilfully brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me… clench around me, cariño," he urged desperately.

You heard the sound of fabric tear as your grip tightened around the bedsheets, plunging you into a blinding orgasm. Your vision blurred and you arched your back, feeling rhythmic contractions ripple across your walls, gripping his cock hard.

As your chest heaved rapidly with a rush of adrenaline, you felt him slam into you only twice before reaching his own peak.

"Mierda, te sientes tan bien… carajo," he mumbled in between groans, as he buried himself as deep as possible, finally spilling himself inside.

Even through the numbness of your orgasm, you could feel his cock twitching inside you, filling you with a burst of warmth.

Beads of sweat poured from your skin, and you felt completely spent by the time he finally slid out of you. A whimper escaped your lips once he was fully out, and your walls involuntarily clenched.

You felt him slide his cock along your folds a few times, the added  friction on your oversensitive clit making your jolt.

He released his hold on your legs, and you let them flop down, feeling something beginning to seep out of you.

"Wait here," he said as he slid out of bed and pressing a sloppy kiss on your parted lips. 

You remained still for a few seconds, before curiosity got the best of you, prompting you to slide your band in between your legs. 

A warm liquid began to coat your fingers and you propped yourself on one elbow, watching in awe as your clit and folds were covered in his cum.

You dragged a small quantity from your entrance and brought it to your lips, eager to finally taste it.

Its saltiness and warmth invaded your mouth and collected it with your tongue, slowly swallowing all of it. 

"Does it taste good?"

Your eyes widened slightly as you found Miguel standing next to you, fully naked. He was a complete marvel of muscle and beauty, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as his burning gaze bore into you.

He had a towel in his hand, and slowly kneeled on the floor, tapping his finger to your jaw to have you fully face him.

Miguel was so very handsome. It was almost criminal. Sweat-damp strands of thick hair covered his forehead and you brought your free hand to brush some of them aside.

"Does it taste good, cariño?"

You smiled innocently, removing your fingers from your mouth. "You can taste it yourself."

Miguel's lips met yours and his tongue slipped past them hungrily. Your eyes fluttered shut and you pushed some of his cum with your tongue into his.

He eventually broke the kiss and you felt the soft fabric of the towel being softly pressed to your forehead.

Some drops of cum coated his gorgeous lips and you found yourself unable to look away from his face.

"Let me take care of you."

Affection and devotion.

You nodded as exhaustion slowly weighed down your body. 

His lips curled into a faint smile and you mimicked him. "What?"

"You're so… perfect," he drawled out, sliding the towel down the side of your face and neck.

You giggled. "Is this a post-sex thing?"

He arched an eyebrow, looking very serious all of a sudden. "You're doubting me?"

Your smile faded slowly. "Oh, I just… I… don't think I'm perfect. No one is."

Miguel pressed his lips together, his gaze shifting to your breasts as he continued to pat the sweat away.

"You are to me," he mumbled.

You had heard so much about love over the years, and thought Tom had been the personification of it in your life. Even after what had happened between you two, you never doubted he was the one who had gotten away.

But now?

You weren't so sure anymore.

And it wasn't because Miguel was so easy to offer you compliments and praises. That was easy to do. It was much harder to be stricter with those one cared about, and Miguel didn't hold back from grounding you when you needed the most. 

After all, he managed to get a hold of your heart with the way he took care of you.

Just like he was doing so now.

He reached in between your legs, and you jolted from the surprise.

"Was I too rough?" he asked, uncertainty dripping from his low voice.

You shook your head. "You were perfect."

His crimson eyes met yours and you smiled warmly, allowing him to clean the cum mixed with your own wetness. 

"You said no one is perfect."

"I'll make an exception for you," you said, feeling your eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, and your vision darkened as your breathing steadied. You faintly felt more cum drip out, which Miguel quickly wiped, and vaguely wondered how much was still left inside you.

But your thoughts were cut off by your drowsiness, feeling exhausted and as you lay limp on the mattress.

You were almost dozing off when you heard his voice. "Want to take a shower?"

A grumble left your throat. "Later… I'm so tired."

"I'll carry you."

For the second time that night, Miguel took you in his arms with little to no effort, and sauntered into his bathroom, occasionally pressing loving kisses to your face.

You had looped your arms around his neck for support and groaned lightly as he stepped into the shower, tepid water hitting your skin gently.

"Can you stand?"

"Yes, yes…" you said, fighting through a yawn and landing on your feet and easing your hold around him.

Miguel silently washed your back witj both hands, and you were able to feel more cum drip from inside you, blending in with the running water.

You pressed your forehead to the tile as he moved the wet piece of cloth in between your legs, and you flinched away.

"Did I hurt you?"

"It's just a bit sore…" you breathed out, reaching down to touch your numb clit. "It's fine… don't worry."

You then turned around to face him and tip-toed to place a wet kiss to his jaw.

Adoration didn't even begin to cover how you felt about this man.

Maybe he would be your first 'I love you'.

Maybe.

- 2 months later -

Miguel shot his laser-like string of web to the side wall of glass that led to his apartment. 

The window was open, and he smiled to himself.

You were home.

He flung himself upwards, the opening presenting itself as the perfect entryway, and he swung through it, landing gracefully on the tiled floor. 

His digital mask vanished, and he ran a hand through unruly hair.

Immediately, his senses were hit with the familiar smell of freshly cooked empanadas, and he immediately smiled as you entered the kitchen, specks of flour resting on your cheeks.

"Hey, you," you greeted sweetly.

"Hey."

He closed the gap between you two in an instant, taking your face in his hands.

"Are these empanadas all for myself?"

Your eyes fell to his lips. "Depends."

He dusted off some of the flour with his thumb, raising an eyebrow. "On what?"

"Payment."

"Oh, really?"

You hummed, bringing your lips so close to his, he could feel your breath fanning them lightly.

"What sort of payment, sweet girl?"

He could almost taste you, and his heart jolted in his chest. 

It seemed that he was doomed to having your presence have this permanent effect on him. No matter how much time passed, he could not get accustomed to the hold you had on him 

"One kiss."

He quickly complied, tasting your sweetness.

You were quick to break the kiss, however. "And… promise you won't be upset."

At this, he felt a faint scowl settle on his face. "What did you do?"

The reply to his question came in the form of Peter B. Parker waltzing into the kitchen, with an empanada stuffed in his mouth.

He waved and tried to speak, but his voice only came out muffled and intelligible.

Miguel's scowl deepened and he glared at you, earning an innocent shrug.

"Peter and MJ are visiting, and I thought it would be nice to invite them over," you said endearingly, offering him a napkin.

Peter beamed. "Thank you! And Miguel… not a surprise to see you here," he added, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he grumbled.

MJ walked in with Mayday clinging to her shoulder. "Hey, Miguel!"

He inwary winced, already anticipating an upcoming headache. In all honesty, he just wanted to spend some time with you after arriving from a mission, and now…

"MJ," he greeted flatly, before patting Mayday on the head, her curls bouncing lightly.

She stuck out her tongue in response before breaking into laughter.

"He's not even using doors anymore, Peter," MJ started with a devious smile. "It's serious."

Peter nodded, taking Mayday into his hands. "Definitely serious."

Miguel's scowl deepened further and he watched as you laughed nervously.

The two of you hadn't told anyone about your relationship. Miguel would rather keep it that way.

Why?

Because this was the result, and it annoyed him to no end.

"Oh, wipe that frown off your face, Miguel O'Hara," MJ scolded. "Everyone knows about you two, already."

"What?"

Peter quickly brought Mayday to him. "Here, hold her. It will calm you down!"

Miguel reflexively took her in his arms, but kept his gaze on MJ. "What do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes, joining your side, as you began to clean off the counter. "All the missions together… always coming in together… spending time at the lab," she continued, listing off everything with each finger. "Peter and Jessica told me all about it."

Anger flared inside him briefly, but it quickly plummeted as defeat took over.

"Just a coincidence."

MJ shrugged. "Sure."

Mayday sat on his shoulder, tugging gently at a few strands of his hair, giggling. He winced in pain and removed her from him in an instant, holding her far away from him.

You turned to him and moved to grab her from his grip, pressing her adoringly against your chest. "Don't worry, Mayday. He's just a little bit grumpy, but he's a cutie, too!"

His scowl softened at the sight of Mayday melting into your touch.

You really were a natural at this...

"You're the cutest, though," you whispered in her ear, and she immediately gave you an ear-to-ear grin.

MJ was glaring intensely at him with a knowing smile, and he cleared his throat.

The last thing he needed was them realising how he yearned to be a father, with you carrying his children.

"You're so good with Mayday," Peter praised, stealing another empanada from the plate, and earning a death glare from Miguel who considered hiding them away. "Imagine Mayday and Jessica's kid having another friend to play with!"

Your eyes widened lightly. "Oh! I… I think…"

Miguel wanted to catapult Peter through the window, but he wouldn't do so in front of his wife and child. He always found a way to be inconvenient, and even though Miguel agreed with him on this, he couldn't let it show.

Out of spite.

MJ motioned for him to cut it off, and the two of them walked out, leaving a babbling MJ with you.

You chuckled. "They're good fun, right?"

No.

But he wouldn't dispute that with you, because this was what you did. You adored making people around you feel included and your love language definitely spoke louder.

As you rocked Mayday against your chest, lulling her into a peaceful silence. 

"Actually, I have something for you," you whispered with a smile.

Miguel's brow quirked again. "Please don't tell me Hobie Brown is about to burst through the ceiling."

His remark caused you to stifle a giggle. "No, but he might pop up later today."

Miguel's face hardened again.

"I'm kidding, Mr. Grumpy," you said, pointing to an envelope on the table. "Open it."

He glared suspiciously at you before shifting his attention to the piece of paper. Once he unsealed it, he peered closely at what was inside.

A small plastic rod.

His eyes widened and his lips parted.

That was…

"Yeah. I had my implant removed," you said, standing close to him. "The spider-doctor told me to wait out for my next cycle, but…" You began rubbing Mayday's back as she dozed off with a yawn. "Pregnancy can happen earlier than that if we try…"

Miguel was too perplexed to say anything.

You were indeed aware of his breeding kink, and he would gladly give you as much time as you needed. Even if you ended up deciding not wanting to have children, he would be more than fine with that decision.

He was too in love with you to push you beyond your comfort zone.

And yet… here you were, willingly fulfilling his wishes.

"Say something," you said, nudging his arm with yours.

He swallowed, finally meeting your eyes. "You didn't have to…"

You nodded. "But I want to, Miguel. And I know you want it, too."

There was no denying it. The past few months had been torturous at times. Each time he fucked you raw and spilled inside you, knowing fully well nothing would come of it. Witnessing his seed going to waste would torment him.

He pressed his hand to your head and pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Te amo."

You lifted your head to stare at him. "I love you, too."

- A couple of weeks later -

Miguel stormed into the lab later that afternoon, needing a refill of his serum.

But he didn't expect to see you still there, sitting on a chair, and tapping at the screen in front of you.

"What happened?"

Your head turned and he was met with tired eyes. "Oh, I was wondering if you could draw some blood."

Alarm bells chimed inside his head right away and he was quickly in front of you, scanning your face for any signs of distress.

"I'm okay, Miguel," you assured him with a faint curl of your lips. "Just want to check something."

You sounded off.

So he quickly gathered what he needed to comply with your request, always eyeing you from the corner of his eye.

He came to sit next to you and motioned his fingers so you'd lay out your arm for him.

"Did something happen?" he pressed again, pulling the sleeve of your lab coat upwards.

You shook your head, gaze dropping to his hands. 

He wasn't convinced in the slightest, but decided to give you some space, offering a respectful silence.

Hi fingers tapped your skin, tied a latex glove just above your elbow as a tournique, seeking a bulging vein. 

"It's funny…" you said with a sigh. 

Miguel lifted his eyes briefly, finding yours staring right back at him. "What is?"

The faintest tug at the corner of your lips had him relax slightly. 

"The first time I met you… you also drew my blood for testing," you said, and your tone told him you held the memory of it fondly. "And now, here we are again."

"Under different circumstances, I'm sure."

"Better ones."

He was unsure of what you meant by that, so he dropped his eyes to your arm again. Once he found what he was looking for, he punctured the soft barrier of skin, watching as the vial in between his fingers filled with liquid.

As he withdrew from you and pressed a pad to the wound, a weird feeling began to loom over him.

Could it be that...

He eyed you curiously, hoping for you to confirm his suspicions, but you remained silent.

"Apply some pressure," he asked, and you nodded, your fingers replacing his.

Scooting over to the analysis machine, he placed the vial inside and watched the liquid being sucked inside.

"Why do you need your blood tested?"

You shrugged, but he could sense you were holding something back.

By the time the first results began to appear on the hovering screen, he scanned them, looking for an outlier. 

It didn't take long for it to show up.

Miguel's heart lurched as the confirmation hit him, and he checked it twice, but there was no mistake.

< hCG (mIU/ml) - 145 >

The human chorionic gonadotropin was colloquially referred to as the pregnancy hormone, and its level could inform how far along a pregnancy was. 

This value had Miguel guess you were around three weeks. 

"Why didn’t you tell me right away?" he managed to ask, swallowing the lump in his throat.

He felt you looping your arm around his, resting your head on it. "I figured it would be more romantic than peeing on a stick and showing it to you," you chuckled softly.

In all honesty, he wouldn't care either way. 

How could he?

In front of him was the proof that the bond he shared with you was now bearing fruit.

"... besides… this is your field, right? Genetics," you said, tightening your grip around him. "It felt right for you to find out this way."

Miguel felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, upon realising just how you never missed anything. Down to the last detail. Everything you did always held a purpose, no matter how insignificant it might seem at first.

"I…"

You shifted until you were in front of him, and quickly laced your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his broad chest, eyeing him with absolute adoration. "Come on, Miguel… don't tell me you're surprised it happened so quickly."

He truly wasn't.

He had bred you over and over again over the past few weeks, always making sure you would lay still after each time, a pillow under you, not allowing any cum from going to waste.

You had protested at first, but he excelled at providing after care, and those sessions soon turned into opportunities at exploring your intimacy to the point you were eager to be filled over and over again.

His sweet girl…

"I think I love you," he blurted out, immediately realising how ridiculous he sounded. 

Your chuckle reverberated across his skin. "You think? I hope you're more sure than that. There's no turning back now."

His arms circled you, pulling you into a tighter embrace as his gaze met yours. "Thank you."

You quirked an eyebrow. "For what?"

"Everything."

Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who has been with this story from beginning to end. It means a lot. I hope you were able to connect with these characters in one way or another 🩷 I will be missing Miguel and sweet girl so much... this story wouldn't be anything without your vital support, and I will forever be grateful! Ruby~

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[deunmiu-dessie]

Wait, how do you break character ai's filter? I've been wanting to smash it with a hammer for so long

♡♡𝆬🍠 nonnie, y'know- i'm glad you asked. i first learned from my best friend of...well my whole life-- they sent me a few pictures of words to use, so i'll put that at the end. the words just below are some of the words i use. i'll also leave a few ai characters i'm talking to right now, that i've easily broken the filter with.

my advice? be very vague, let the ai do the dirty work if you're going the submissive route- however if you're more dominant, it's better if you do most of the work.. though i have noticed that on certain characters, the filter seems to be very like...gone? i once had a threesome and like, the filter only popped up once-- i was in shock. i've also noticed that when i do break the filter, it's easier at like 4-6AM, it's rarely ever popped up during that time.

replace common words with more ambiguous words.

pussy -- sensitive place, mound, folds, panties, slick heat, sensitive flesh, etc clit -- bundle of nerves, nub, etc (sometimes i still just use clit.) breasts -- chest, breasts (sometimes you can get away with it, sometimes no) nipple -- areola, peaks, etc (can get rlly percise, so i avoid it most times.) cock -- bulge, hardness, sensitive part, length, thickness. [ i've also used, 'sticky tip' or 'sensitive tip' if giving a blowjob or grinding. and some of the women have used 'princess parts' as well. ]

here are some examples! all mine of course!

let's focus on words i use to describe how my character is feeling. i'll just go through my chats and pick them out and make a small list.

1. "trembling thighs." "quivering thighs." "shaking thighs." 2. "wobbly knees." "knees buckled." 3. "mewling." "cried out." "keened softly." "sobbed." "squealed out." "she whined." 4. "eyes rolled back." "eyes flutter shut." "eyes clench shut." 5. "back arches." "back bows softly." 6. "body quivers." "tremors wrack her body." 7. "toes curl." "fingers grip the sheets." "hands pull his/ her hair." 8. "she comes undone around him." "reaches her climax." "falls over the edge." 9. "body clenches tightly around him." "her walls squeeze tight." 10. "rolls her hips." "grinds her hips." "hips buck involuntarily." "hips jolt." "hips stutter softly."

don't be afraid or thrown when the filter does pop up, it's not the end of the world and it's not like you're gonna be reported or anything. you can rewrite your response ( if it pops up when you send something ) or you can just refresh to get another response. better yet, you don't have to respond to everything they send- just hit enter and they'll continue for you. (the first two are an example, i'm just joking around for this post-- don't type what i just said lol)

also don't just go in willy-nilly, make sure you have a plot; it shouldn't be immediate smut; that's crazy. build the world, give your character a personality, tease a little here and there to wear down the filter (nothing crazy), and slowly add more and more. you have all the time in the world, there are no ads, no time limits, no waiting--- enjoy it.

here are some other words you can use to try and bypass the filter as well! thanks to my bestie for sending me these when i just downloaded character ai.

alright...bai! ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

[miidnighters]

@epistrefei sent😉 for Billie to straddle Artemis

Is it so bad that Billie wants to be the center of attention? Up until this point, they'd both been content to do their own thing in orbit of each other - Artemis perusing a book, and Billie tapping away at her phone - but now the younger was finished with that, and clearly deciding to make it Artemis' problem.

Trying not to disturb the book Artemis is holding, at least, Billieswings a leg over to settle herself in the elder's lap - leaning in chest to chest to start pressing kisses over Artemis' jaw.

"Is your book good baby?" She asks, aiming for innocence.

[lunarruled]

“Ky… you know that form I took? The scary grey one? I.. I still feel like it’s there.”

Raising her eyebrows silently, the half lycan sat back in her chair and thought. Oh she remembered that scary looking wolf form very well, it was something she was never going to forget. But she was wondering why her friend was thinking about it now.

"I do remember that and how creepy it was. What makes you bring that up Cas?"

@luposcainus

[shufaya]

When I first started dressing modestly, I would ask myself “Can I pray in this?” with every fit.

A year later and I can’t even recognize the person I used to be. That question was the game changer.

[botanikos]

For Jude, who are some of your favorite people on Tumblr? What do you think of the fiction kin aspect? Where are you from? What is your most favorite series? What's something everyone might not know about you?

Lots of questions! Let's get into it then~

☆ some of [ but not all ] my favorite people are: @doublejango / @cruelprincae / @flamesignite / @a-hell-of-a-time / @toranoya / @blitzbuckz / @blitzisms / @bliitzo / @aroyaltailor / @chasingrainbcws / @cxdemusings / @poisonedspider / @redemonarc / @gynaiko / @wintersovereign / @umbravirtus / @travelers-of-the-multiverse / @rradiio / @shattered-divinity / @hazbinned / @holyfurnace / @strikers-saloon / @stolsas / @infxnatum / AND SO MANY MORE FUCK !! I can't just pick a few.

☆ I don't really have any specific thoughts on the fiction kin aspect? Am I supposed to? I mean — like I read up on it, and it makes sense. I don't really have an opinion, though. I think it's neat to have the feeling / connection put into words!

☆ I am from the U.S.

☆ My favorite series is, as far as anime/manga goes, Hellsing! For movies, I enjoy the SCREAM franchise as well as Alien! For book series, I would have to say A Darker Shade of Magic, by V.E. Schwab.

☆ Something everyone might not know about me? Uhhh — this is hard. I don't know. . . I've had a poem published in an Anthology before? [ I despise the poem now, but in my defense, I wrote it when I was 15 ].

[tonamorandoaquelaminah]

Minah Slivka, filha de uma concubina da linhagem Zhao, teve um destino marcado pela tragédia desde cedo. Sua mãe, Nayeon Zhao, pertencia a uma antiga casa nobre que perdeu seu status após acusações de heresia, até que o casamento arranjado com o Duque Aleksandr Slivka restaurou temporariamente o nome da família. No entanto, seu tio Minho Zhao, movido pela ambição e pelo desprezo acumulado da sociedade, conspirou para restaurar a glória dos Zhao por meios sombrios. Aliado ao Khaganato de Uthdon, Minho orquestrou o assassinato dos pais de Minah, manipulando-a para acreditar que o Império de Aldanrae fora o responsável. Desde então, Minah viveu para vingar seus pais, instruída pelo tio a se infiltrar entre os changelings em Hexwood. Ela foi acolhida pela deusa Morana, e seu seon se chama Nun. A cada ano, seu pragmatismo e sua frieza crescem, assim como a chama da vingança, sem perceber que ela é apenas um peão nos planos maiores do tio. Minah aprimora suas habilidades tanto em esportes de elite, como a equitação, quanto em duelos mágicos, sustentando uma fachada impenetrável, porém marcada pela dor e pelo rancor.

 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴  ☾  𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 ☾ 𝘱𝘰𝘷

acesse o readmore para ler a bio completa e descobrir as conexões que penso para a Minah.

Conexões

❪ 𓆩🖤𓆪 ❫ ───  KHANJOLS

01. MUSE e Minah são mais que amigas, são irmãs de alma, unidas pelas dores do passado e pela força de um vínculo que transcende palavras. Juntas desde a infância, compartilhando perdas e segredos, elas se tornaram pilares uma para a outra. Nos momentos de escuridão, elas são a luz uma da outra, uma conexão inquebrável que cresce a cada provação. ( ocupada por: brianna hirai )

02. MUSE e Minah cresceram juntas, compartilhando desde os primeiros passos até os segredos mais obscuros. Durante a infância, eram inseparáveis, mas o peso das expectativas e a ambição mudaram tudo. O que era uma amizade pura se tornou um jogo perigoso de desconfiança e manipulação, onde a lealdade é questionada a cada passo. ( ocupada por: )

03. Minah ainda lida com a dor da perda dos pais e o peso da vingança, mas MUSE, um khajol com uma natureza curiosa, parece genuinamente disposto a ouvi-la. Minah, no entanto, não se permite confiar. Ela suspeita que MUSE possa ter suas próprias intenções, mas a atenção dele a faz questionar se há alguém com quem ela pode realmente contar. ( ocupada por: )

04. Como um amigo leal, MUSE foi o único a ver Minah chorar pela perda dos pais. Desde então, jurou protegê-la, mas suas próprias dúvidas quanto ao tio dela criam um abismo crescente entre os dois. ( ocupada por: )

❪ 𓆩🖤𓆪 ❫ ───  CHANGELINGS

05. MUSE, um changeling com uma aparência amigável e modos gentis, entra na vida de Minah com uma promessa de apoio incondicional. Mas ele também tem suas ambições e vê Minah como uma chave para seus próprios objetivos. Sem saber que ambos manipulam um ao outro, os dois acabam construindo uma parceria complexa, sempre jogando um com o outro. ( ocupada por: )

06. MUSE, um changeling com vasta experiência em combate, chama a atenção de Minah por suas habilidades. Contra a vontade dele, ela o convence a lhe ensinar algumas técnicas, alegando que precisa se preparar para uma “ameaça maior”. No entanto, a troca de treinamento começa a criar uma conexão que nenhum dos dois esperava. ( ocupada por: )

07. Com o incêndio em Wülfhere, Minah e MUSE foram obrigados a lutar juntos, mesmo sem confiança. Na troca intensa de feitiços, descobriram que compartilham mais do que esperavam: uma visão estratégica e um rancor crescente contra a nobreza. Agora, sem querer, tornam-se aliados inusitados em busca de justiça. ( ocupada por: elora o'deorain. )

08. MUSE foi um dos primeiros changelings que Minah se aproximou após o plano de seu tio. Apesar de seu preconceito, Minah vê nele uma chance de criar alianças entre changelings e khajols. Mas MUSE percebe sua hesitação e a questiona sobre suas verdadeiras intenções. ( ocupada por: )

❪ 𓆩🖤𓆪 ❫ ───  GERAL

09. Em uma missão para investigar suspeitas sobre o Khaganato de Uthdon, Minah e MUSE acabam forçados a colaborar. Eles compartilham uma antipatia mútua, mas a situação os obriga a se apoiar. Cada um com segundas intenções, ambos testam os limites do que podem compartilhar sem revelar suas verdadeiras intenções. ( ocupada por: )

10. Minah sabe que MUSE desconfia do jogo perigoso que ela e seu tio estão jogando. Ele não confronta diretamente, mas ambos trocam mensagens cifradas e insinuações que aumentam o clima de tensão. Minah sabe que está sob observação, mas está decidida a não dar a MUSE nenhuma pista que possa usar contra ela. ( ocupada por: )

11. Minah foi, ou ainda é, tutora de duelos mágicos de MUSE em Hexwood, ensinando-a a combater e controlar sua magia. Em meio a lutas intensas e conselhos entrecortados, forjaram uma conexão que os outros invejam, mas que, talvez, não vá para além da arena. ( ocupada por: )

12. MUSE não confia na história de vingança que Minah carrega e tenta expor as mentiras de seu tio, acreditando que ela é uma marionete. Isso coloca os dois em lados opostos, onde MUSE faz de tudo para fazê-la enxergar a verdade, enquanto Minah se recusa a ver. ( ocupada por: )

13. O ódio entre Minah e MUSE nasceu logo que descobriram as diferenças irreconciliáveis em suas famílias. Ambos desprezam os métodos do outro e não escondem seu desprezo, mas, em segredo, compartilham um respeito mútuo pelas habilidades de combate. ( ocupada por: )

❪ 𓆩🖤𓆪 ❫ ───  ROMANCE

14. Minah não confia em ninguém, mas há algo em MUSE que a intriga, uma intensidade silenciosa que a atrai e a desarma. Eles compartilham olhares furtivos e, embora Minah nunca admita, essa ligação a faz questionar sua decisão de sacrificar qualquer chance de felicidade por vingança. ( ocupada por: )

15. Em uma noite em Zelaria, Minah e MUSE cruzaram caminhos e se envolveram, sem saber que estavam em lados opostos de um conflito iminente. Agora, ao se reencontrarem, lidam com a tensão de saber que ambos mantêm segredos e que cada encontro pode ser tanto um jogo de poder quanto uma atração irresistível. ( ocupada por: )

16. O tio de Minah selou um contrato de casamento entre ela e MUSE, um changeling cuja família poderia ser uma aliada poderosa para restaurar o status dos Zhao. Ambos sabem que o casamento não é por amor, mas isso não significa que os outros também precisam saber. ( ocupada por: kassim kaya )

17. Minah carrega uma atração secreta por MUSE, mas se recusa a ceder. Em jogos de insinuações e olhares, tenta mantê-lo à distância, ainda que saiba que sua determinação enfraquece a cada encontro. ( ocupada por: )

Biografia completa

O mundo jamais fora um lugar gentil para Minah Slivka, mas, ironicamente, sua primeira lembrança era de uma noite tranquila, um toque suave em sua testa e um sussurro de despedida que ela nunca entenderia completamente. Era sua mãe que, naquela última noite, prometera mundos que a filha jamais conheceria, envolvida numa história de traições e cobiças que Minah, criança, mal podia imaginar. O destino, no entanto, já estava marcado em sangue e velhos ressentimentos.

Desde pequena, Minah aprendera que o nome Zhao carregava tanto peso quanto o seu sangue Slivka. Sua mãe, Nayeon, filha de uma linhagem que perdera tudo após acusações de heresia, foi relegada ao papel de concubina do Duque Aleksandr Slivka, em uma posição subalterna que a sociedade observava com olhares de desprezo. Mas o irmão de Nayeon, vaidoso ao ponto de querer seu status restaurado e visionário o suficiente para precificar a irmã, viu nesse escândalo uma oportunidade para reconstruir o orgulho dos Zhao. Manipulando alianças e intrigas, ele convenceu de alguma forma o nobre Aleksandr a oficializar o casamento, trazendo novamente a linhagem Zhao à alta sociedade. 

Ainda que o futrico sobre a lealdade da fé dos Zhao tenha diminuído após o casamento bem sucedido, Minho sabia que não possuía o respeito sequer de seu cunhado, que embora o convidasse para noitadas nos bares da elite, sempre o interrompia quando surgia com suas ideias visionárias. “acho que já bebeu demais, cunhadinho” era sempre o que dizia, rindo com seus amigos aristocratas e invalidando a opinião do Zhao, que apenas concordava, alegando estar falando bobagens, mas que sentia extrema ira por ser banalizado daquela forma. Possuía ideais ousados, de fato, mas tinha consciência de que não eram besteiras. E ser ridicularizado daquela forma apenas aumentou suas aspirações (bem pouco realistas) de tornar-se rei. Algo que lhe fora prometido quando estabeleceu uma aliança com o Khaganato de Uthdon.

Então veio a tragédia, o estopim que moldaria para sempre Minah. O pai e a mãe foram mortos em circunstâncias nebulosas, um ato que, segundo o tio, era obra dos governantes de Aldanrae — uma facada nas costas para obter controle sobre as terras e recursos dos Slivka, como ele lhe disse. Minah, com a fúria e a dor ainda pulsantes, ouviu as explicações e jurou em silêncio uma vingança. O Império arrancara-lhe os pais e a deixara à mercê de uma vida de solidão e rancor. E com o passar dos anos, sob a orientação de Minho, esse juramento se transformou em uma chama ardente e incessante.

Minah foi enviada para Hexwood, onde aprenderia a canalizar o poder que corria em suas veias. Contudo, havia um propósito maior por trás dessa decisão; o tio, sagaz como sempre, viu na aliança das escolas uma oportunidade para infiltrar Minah entre os changelings, a raça misturada que ele desprezava, mas cuja utilidade estratégica ele reconhecia. E foi com a unção das instituições que instruiu Minah a criar alianças com os híbridos, e a usar esse convívio para infiltrar-se ainda mais no sistema.

A cada ano, sob o peso do legado dos Zhao e dos Slivka, Minah tornava-se uma mestra em ocultar suas intenções, em esconder a verdade sob uma máscara de pragmatismo e controle. Ela aprendera, desde cedo, que a confiança era um luxo e que o mundo não possuía espaço para fracos. Poucos conheciam a profundidade de sua dor e menos ainda eram capazes de perceber o quanto a perda de seus pais ainda corroía seu coração. Mas Minah não hesitava, e na frente de todos mantinha-se altiva, refinada, em um desempenho calculado de indiferença.

O que Minah não percebia, no entanto, era que o laço com o tio não era um de lealdade recíproca, mas de manipulação e controle. Ela, que acreditava estar conquistando o poder e prestígio para vingar a família, era, na verdade, um peão para os próprios interesses do tio. 

[kodaswrld]

Can you do some Tropical Rouge! Pretty Cure dividers/decor?

𓏲 ࣪ ₊⋆ ♡𓂃 ʚ !credit me if you use! ɞ ⋆ ⁺ ₊⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ ｡⋆ ｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡

[malleleothreesome]

Not a request just a funny thought. I just am positive that if Yuu/you and Mal bang, Lilia will ALWAYS know. It’s the dad senses in him. Especially if his room is right next door to Malleus.

Next morning:

Lilia: 😏😏😏 Have fun?

HAHAHA this is absolutely canon. He's proud as hell, too.

It's a combination of his dad senses, his age, and also the fact that Malleus can't hide his emotions for anything. Let's say he banged outside of Diasomnia, theoretically far away from peepaw's bat ears and prying eyes. You know damn well Malleus is walking around like a changed man after that. Lilia later swears that not even his coronation had such an impact on the dragon fae.

He's walking around with a stupid smile on his face. He's glowing. Confidence increased ten fold. He just discovered the meaning of life. He's got a hazy look in his eye and he didn't hear what you just asked him because he's too busy replaying the sex over and over again in his head. Oh, there was a student party and they forgot to invite him? Who cares! He was having sex. He was banging child of man. He could be having sex right now. He should b– *fireflies*

Also I don't know about y'all, but if I'm gonna have sex with Malleus for the first time, I'm sure as hell gonna ask Lilia for advice before I do it. I've certainly never had sex with a fae, nor a draconic fae, nor one of the top 5 powerful mages in the world. I'd like to know what I'm getting myself into! What happens if I ask the dude who can break open a coconut with his bare hands to "go faster! harder!"? How do I know his semen isn't lime green and acidic to humans? Is he gonna transform into a dragon if he gets too into it? Am I gonna wake up the next morning to an egg in my bed?! Lilia, stop laughing at me! These are very serious questions!

[scarperseus]

oh dear, he’s turned neon..

[fangswbenefits]

I love his leg hook🙈🙈🙈 Ruby, but have you seen ascended scene free cam?

I have watched that scene from every single angle imaginable.... I love it so fucking much..... the hip thrusts are divine....

[deunmiu-dessie]

you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)

♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙

ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.

despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡

it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)

and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙

you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )

especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.

[miidnighters]

@sorrowsick | NSFW gif meme | 10

He notices the tiny skirt she's wearing immediately. It's so unlike her normal attire that he can't not notice - especially given that they're out, right now, walking along the street to go find some sweet that would satisfy one of Zahrosa's cravings. Was there even a craving, or was that all part of the orchestration too?

It's a remarkably still night, but a breeze still whips at her skirt, giving him glimpses of her thong-clad ass every few steps, since she's maintaining a distance in front of him. Or maybe he's lagging behind, enjoying the show.

It's only when she grabs the hem of the skirt a little bit higher that he finally says something.

"Rosie, baby, I'm going to fuck you against a building if you keep playing like that. Don't think that I won't."

[lunarruled]

"Ready to go on this run? We need supplies. Fast."

Making sure her spare knife was strapped securely to her leg, Kyleigh stood up and rolled her shoulders. She had been itching to get out of their safe space for days now. So when Colby came to her and asked if she wanted to go with him on this run she was more than happy to say yes to him. Sliding her backpack on she gave herself one last safety check and nodded.

"Oh I've been ready. Just make sure you keep up Pretty Boy."

@driiipgod

[idyllcy]

giggling look what i found

talk show leon au…celebrity leon…thoughts please miss cressie :3

"what's one of your most memorable roles" "September 30th... 1998... It's a day I'll never forget. The cop inside me died that day"

jk I think celebrity Leon would be a celebrity against his will have you see that one guy called Lelush who was stuck on that one idol survival show like that's what I imagine Leon is like as a celebrity (against his will) I also think he'd get into arguments with "fans" who criticize his every move

[botanikos]

before i send this it isnt hate but criticism

so your stolas is good but its kinda annoying that you think your the best, tbh its like i'm reading the same 50 things i read on other stolases so its just all repetitive and ig itd be nice to see something different

also its good to have confidence but idk. you give off vibes that you think your THE stolas and better then other stolases and like you think your the character??? idk its offputting bc i wanted to follow and write with you but you just give off uppity vibes and its weird you think your stolas/THE stolas

your writing is good, dont get me wrong but maybe try to not be so uppity and bragging abt it/being stolas :/

I debated on whether or not to address this at all, but since it's a criticism and not hate-mail as specified, here we are. I'll be quite honest, I was not expecting something like this to come to me anytime soon.

If the impression I give is that I am The Stolas, I apologize. This is NOT the intention. That being said, I must politely disagree to some extent with this criticism. My friend, I am new to this fandom. Not role-playing or the community itself in general, but Stolas is a new character for me, and the fandom is still fresh (for me). I have actively AVOIDED interacting and following people without first being followed due to my anxiety. Even though I have promised myself that this would be (and is) just for fun.

I will say my portrayal is good. I'll even say great. But that does NOT make me better than anyone else, and it never will. I am an avid believer in diversity, variety, and kindness. To think there is someone here, watching my blog, thinking I view myself so highly is alarming. Even the people I have become mutuals with, I am still refusing to reach out to just yet, as I work on my writing for Stolas and through my own doubts. I am not Stolas. I am not the Stolas. I am Jude, an avid writer, enjoyer of media, and someone who has found a connection with Stolas. I am... Just a person here to have fun.

I won't say I'm a perfect person, I am very flawed! I make a lot of mistakes! But I STRIVE to provide a safe, inviting, and friendly space for people, be it for interactions or just as a potential friendship.

If this is going to be a continuous problem, I will have to find a means to continue writing without further involvement. For now, I will be cautious and take your words to heart (to some extent). ♡

I am alarmed and hurt that this message has found my inbox. I will be reconsidering my posting and approaches.

I sincerely apologize if I have made anyone feel as though I am unapproachable.