#But I’ve been slacking yall…

[pinkmelodie]

First Miguel fic + 250+ follower special ୨୧

I’d like to start off by saying THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR ALMOST 300 FOLLOWERS !! And 2000+ notes?!? omg. I checked my inbox a few times and saw 99+ notifs every time, and when I tell you I SCREAMED. As a new writer I can’t thank you enough for all the notes and sweet comments ! I’m so grateful, so take this fic as a thank you <33

Warnings: Miguel is hinted to have slept with socks on which….is a trigger on its own apparently 😥, potentially botched ass Spanish……(no Google translate was used tho, my French teacher taught me better than that), p in v, making out, grinding, slight blood, reader has no chill nor filter but Miguels lowkey into it, degradation, bondage, banter, oral, praise, etc.

a/n: Takes place before the whole Miles incident !! I love Miguel but I can’t forgive him for doing that to my son 🤨🤨 This could also be imagined as König, since they’re both huge stubborn men <33

Pairing: Female reader x Miguel O’Hara 

Summary: Miguel is pent up and needs a release. Lucky for him, there’s a certain spider woman who’d do anything for him <3

Words: 4141 (DAMN I shocked myself w this)

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Miguel runs his hand through his hair, grumbling when he feels it’s getting to a length that needs cutting again. Just another thing to add to his pile of responsibilities.

He pushes the fumbled blanket off to the side and lazily palms at his morning wood, finding the ministrations do little to help his raging hard-on. He’s shocked, mainly that he could still get one with how tense he’s been lately, but mostly that he’s actually annoyed that he has to jerk off. It feels like a chore to him now…though taking care of himself in any sense has since he became Spider-Man.

With a sleepy groan he drags himself up and to the bathroom. His mismatched socks are soft against the cool bathroom tiles where he turns on the shower. His muscles stretch when he tugs his white sweater over his head and tosses it onto the ground nearby, abs tensing and shoulders refusing to relax no matter how much stretching he did.

When the rest of his clothing join the heap on the floor he steps into the freezing cold shower, twitching at the icy droplets that felt like tiny icicles poking into his taut skin. 

He hoped the temperature would make the nuisance go down, but it raged on, standing proud at its full height. Miguel never thought he’d find himself glaring at his own dick, but here he was, horny and heavily pissed off. 

He reached down and tugged at his cock, rubbing his thumb over the angry red tip. He jerked profusely, yet all it did was leave him feeling unsatisfied and humiliated. 

“Fuck.” He cursed, washing his hand off before aggressively turning the knob to stop the flowing water. He tried to remember what he had to do today while pacing the bathroom, but he couldn’t focus with his erection clouding  his thoughts. Maybe if the blood would stay in his head…

He was an attractive guy, he knew that much. It would be easy to go out into the town and hook up with some stranger, but not so much so when he was in this constant sour mood. That sullen energy & resting bitch face paired with his looming height would scare any woman away.

Any sane woman.

You tied up the last of the criminals in your silky webs, smiling in victory. Unfortunately, the joy wasn’t long-lasting since as soon as you got home you felt boredom creeping up on you once again.

For weeks you’d been entertained by the intimidating founder of the spider society; Miguel O’Hara.You’d been bugging him for days on end, literally drooling at his feet and begging him to come back to your place.

He kicked you out multiple times, but like a cockroach you couldn’t be squashed—and neither could your need for him. You just couldn’t take a hint apparently. When he picked you up by the back of your suit and threw you back into your universe, all you focused on was how easily he carried you with just one of his big, veiny hands.

The way that suit hugged his defined chest so well, and his massive arms where you could see every vein…plus that prominent bulge? You were sunk.

He’d finally run out of patience for you when you ‘accidentally’ messed with the tech for his suit, almost making him go full commando in front of everyone in the spider society.(wouldn’t be the last time that happened…) He banned you for good, taking away your ‘multiversal gizmo’ without a second thought.

Your last words being ‘worth it!’ as you were flung back into your universe by the go-home-machine seemed like the icing on the cake to him despising you forever, but apparently that wasn’t the case because the man himself just appeared in your living room.

“Y/N.” He addressed nonchalantly.

You stared at him, jaw agape for a few moments before pinching yourself to see if you were dreaming. You had to be, he basically filed a restraining order against you. A really complicated, multiversal restraining order. Why  would he ever voluntarily come to you?

You couldn’t even respond since your throat felt so dry .. . It seemed your body had other ideas of where to soak.

“Why are you so obbsesed with me?” He suddenly asked, paying no mind to your awkward silence. 

“uhm-“

“I mean, you chased me around every day, eyed me down so intensively it was basically public sex and yet here you are, alone with me like you wanted, and now you’re speechless?” He stalked around your living room, circling you like a bird of prey.

You blushed up a storm and stood frozen in front of him, trying to discretely rub your thighs together.

He eyed you down, noticing your obvious ministrations but only chuckling. “Sometimes I had wished you were an actual spider so I could crush you under the soles of my shoes, but lately I’ve found myself feeling as horny and desperate as you.” He admitted with a smirk that revealed his sharpened fangs. 

That confession had your mind reeling to the point all you could muster up was; “I would’ve let you step on me regardless.”

His smirk grew and he started to approach you until his shadow covered you completely. You had to tilt your whole head up to look him in his glowing red eyes now—but you couldn’t handle making the eye contact anyway.

“You are just a small little thing, yet I didn’t expect you to be all bark no bite. All those filthy things you said lingered in my mind..don’t you want to take care of what you started?” He asked in a deliciously low voice. The almost mocking manner he said it in made you feel called out, and you looked down at your hands and picked at your nails to try and calm yourself.

A clawed finger tilted your head up by the chin and forced you to look into his eyes. How could you forget—in all your time spent basically stalking him you noticed how he never broke eye contact with anyone that he was speaking to. It was both exhilarating and intimidating to see, and you felt that full force while finally being on the receiving end of it. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, arañita.” He ordered, and it sent tingles shooting up your spine.

You swore you heard your neck crack from how fast you looked up at him. He looked predatory staring down at you like that, eyes gleaming in the sunlight. “So? Will you finish what you started muñeca?” He asked, as if it was even a question to you.

“Fuck yes.” You agreed without missing a beat, making him chuckle darkly. “Needy thing.”

Before your mind could catch up you were suddenly being lifted by him and thrown on his shoulder with ease. He walked through the halls of your cozy apartment and waltzed into your bedroom without even searching for it, carelessly throwing you onto the bed.

You landed with a bounce on the soft comforter, feeling even smaller now with him standing above you. “Wha- how do you know where my bedroom is?” You asked when your brain finally decided to have a rational thought. 

“I’ve done my research—wanted to make sure you weren’t a spy. It was a waste of time, really, you’re just a horny stalker.” He shrugged.

You stared at him with an offended expression (tho it was 100% true) and went to argue until your lips were suddenly sealed by sticky red webs.

 “On your back.” He ordered. 

You crossed your arms at him first until he repeated the command in a low, dangerous voice. “Now.” Any defiance you had pretended to have quickly left your body and you laid down flat on the silk sheets.

He stalked over to you, all big and menacing as always. He leaned over you and forced your wrists together, twirling more glowing silk around them until they were bound above your head. 

He smirked down at you, leaning in to pepper kisses all over your neck. He sucked dark hickeys onto the sensitive skin of your throat, enjoying your muffled moans. While before he found your voice excruciating—he was now desperate to hear it crying out his name.

He stripped the webs off your mouth and you whined at the pain. The feeling resembled a bandaid being ripped off a fresh cut. He cooed pitifully above you and leaned in, whispering “Pobre araña, why don’t I kiss it better?” 

You nodded desperately until his lips met yours with a slight sting. He growled into your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours and exploring your mouth until you were squirming. He nibbled on your bottom lip, sharp canines threatening to break the skin. He pushed his muscled thigh between your legs and pressed down on your clit with his knee, the pressure making you moan under him. Your sweet sounds drove him wild, and he couldn’t help but bite down lightly on your lip until tiny droplets of blood dripped onto his tongue.

He groaned at the taste, his animalistic split-DNA going wild. When he pulled back—lips reddened, hair tussled and fallen slightly in front of his face— you couldn’t help but stare. His face looked so much more chiseled up close, cheekbones perfectly defined and a jawline sharper than the claws currently resting on your hips. 

His toned chest rose up and down steadily while he regained his breath, the familiar spider symbol on his suit growing bigger then smaller with each rise of his lungs like it was breathing. 

“Let’s take care of these, Cariño.” He addressed your clothing as if it were nothing but a nuisance for him before slicing your shirt right off you. He did this with ease, big claws moving onto your bottoms and clawing those off as well.

“Hey! Those were nice.” You pouted, though apparently he didn’t appreciate that comment because you were now being tied up even worse than before. Webs spewed from his wrist and circled your body like serpents, tying around your waist, arms, and thighs. “Don’t be a brat.” He ordered, webs tightening in warning. Once satisfied, he admired the way they looked pulled taut against your soft skin. “Red looks lovely on you, amor.” He praised, a quick switch from his previous comment.

He lifted you and reached behind your back, unclasping your bra with one hand. He threw it onto the ground somewhere with your torn up clothes, focusing his attention on your soft tits.

He hummed in content, playing with your nipples and letting his webs circle around the soft flesh of your breasts. He licked and sucked at one while tugging on the other, making you moan and squirm under him.

“Fuck Miguel- ah! more!” You whined desperately, coaxing a chuckle out of the behemoth. 

“Such a desperate slut.” He tutted, sucking marks all over your chest to match your throat. He kissed over the already forming hickeys, grazing his teeth dangerously close to your jugular. This man was massive, and made of pure muscle like a Greek god. He could easily hold you down without the help of his webs, but he wanted to focus full attention on you. 

He finally moved down to where you needed him most, going to rip your panties straight off you before you rudely slammed your thighs shut. “You take off your suit first….” You whined, embarrassed at being nearly completely nude before him while he was still covered. He was genuinely offended by this, feeling like he’d just had a door slammed on his face, yet he grumbled and messed around with his watch until the hologram started to dissipate.

Your jaw dropped wider and wider the more you took him in. The man resembled a skillfully carved statue belonging to Olympus itself. His biceps and abs were enough to challenge even Ares himself. Your eyes trailed lower and lower, leisurely mapping him out until your eyes locked on the weapon between his legs.

His dick stood loud and proud against his toned stomach, and it was massive. The man is 6,9, you knew he’d be big, but this thing was around 9 inches and looked like it could rip you in half. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it even if you tried—I mean—the thing was basically introducing itself to you. We’re talking hello, how are you and goodbye.

Miguel basked in your ogling, his ego swelling more than it already had since he first noticed your obsession with him.

You finally snapped out of your trance when he bent down and slipped off your soaked panties, kissing up your leg as he did so. You spread both your legs for him and he took that as an invitation to lean in and lick a stripe up your wet cunt. You jumped, not expecting him to get into it so quickly, but you definitely didn’t complain.

He prodded a finger at your hole and pushed it in slowly, holding your hips down with his free hand. He made sure to be mindful of the claws adorning his fingertips since they wouldn’t go back down thanks to his clouded mind. The thick digit went in without much resistance thanks to how wet you were, until he pushed in a second and started scissoring them. 

You moaned and whimpered at the stretch, two of his thick fingers the size of nearly four of yours. He pumped them in and out quickly, the slick sounds your pretty hole made for him music to his ears. Your slick dripped down his ring and middle fingers that he was ruthlessly pumping inside you and dribbled down his veiny forearm.

He massaged your walls and pushed against them, scissoring his fingers to stretch you as much as possible. He couldn’t hit your g-spot thanks to his clawed fingertips, so he sucked at your clit to fill that extra stimulation until your head was rolling back. 

Something circled your waist and you figured it was his arm until you looked back down to see more webs. You would wriggle far too much without them, and he needed his other hand to spread your folds to drag a mix of his salvia and your slick around your twitching clit. You mewled at the overwhelming stimulation, bucking onto his face while he had a full on make out sesh with your pussy.

Only when he finally sunk four fingers into you and you were basically on the brink of tears with need did he pull away. Not without blowing on your sensitive clit, of course, just to see you twitch and squirm under the unrelenting grasp of his webs.

He stood up with a playful smile, freeing you from some of the webs just to pull you to the edge of the bed. Your ass met his pelvis with a slap when he yanked you by the ankle that quickly locked around his waist. He chuckled out something in Spanish that you didn’t understand, maybe along the lines of “Qué bonita putita…”. You didn’t bother to question it when he started to grind his rock hard dick on your drooling pussy, getting him all nice and wet to push into you. 

Only when he was coated completely in your essence did he listen to your pleas and finally line his fat tip up at your hole. Even with the all the stretching, your poor cunt had to stretch to accommodate the swollen red tip. His pre-cum mixed with your juices when it finally popped in after some resistance, and he groaned at the warm feeling.

“So fucking tight, your poor pussy can’t take it, hm? You were so confident when you were begging for it like a desperate whore.” He growled, degradation making you clench Impossibly tighter around his head until he had to bite back a groan.

“Please Mig, I can take it.” You begged, rutting your hips onto him and trying to coax him deeper until he swiftly grabbed your waist. His claws dug into your skin, threatening to break through. He pulled back and you immediately assumed he was going to tease you again for being desperate. 

Straight away you whined out apologies, stumbling over your words and pleas until he suddenly slammed back inside you, cramming 5 of his solid inches into your hole. You screamed, tears brimming on your waterline at the stretch. Your back arched off the bed and you squirmed away from the sting until he pulled back and rutted back in again, almost as if testing the waters.

With every drag of his hips his cock slowly got deeper into you until he was bottomed out completely. His tip kissed against your cervix and you looked down, amazed and horrified to see him crammed inside you so snugly. He gave you a moment to compose yourself—preoccupied on the bulge in your lower stomach. 

“My good girl, fitting around me so perfectly. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He teased, dick twitching at the fucked out moan you gave in response.

It definitely was hard, yet his dick was harder. You could feel every single vein and ridge pressing into you, rubbing against your gummy walls in a way that left you drooling. You suddenly understood why he’d prepped you for so long. It wasn’t just to tease you, this just was not an easy thing to take. 

“Move,” you pleaded, correcting youself when he raised an eyebrow, “please.”

He hummed, palming at the fat of your hips to see the way your skin sunk under his touch. “I don’t know Cariño…do you really deserve this dick?” 

You gave him your best “are you for real?” face. This man was not about to make you beg when he was the one to randomly show up in your home. You’d been begging on your knees for him for months, and now he chooses to acknowledge it?

You made it your personal mission to go against everything he’s ever ordered from you, and the grind never does stop, does it?

“Like you deserve to kiss my ass?” You jest without hesitation. 

You can see the way his whole face stretches; clearly dumbfounded at your response before he’s able to compose himself. With your cunt wrapped around him so tight and warm like that, it’s easy to forget the pretty spider underneath him is a little rascal.

“You were just whining a second ago, don’t try that,” He warned. “You’ve been begging for it for months, practically humping my leg in front of the entire Arachno-Humanoid-Poly-Universe.” 

You groaned at his insistence on calling it that, even while balls deep inside you. “I didn’t sign up to fuck a geek,” you mutter.

“With the way you approached me I’m sure you’d fuck just about anyone, puta.”

You wanted to be insulted, but your words caught in your throat when he leaned close to you to whisper right into your ear; “Quit acting like you had any dignity in the first place and beg.”

His warm breath on your nape left you shivering. Miguel wasn’t human—not completely. With DNA mixed with a spiders, he was a predator; one ready to devour you whole.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone really when you gradually let quiet pleas spill from your mouth. Miguel had half the mind to make you speak up, but he was loosing his thin amount of patience as is. With a satisfied click of his tongue, he pulled back until his flushed head was right at your entrance “see, was that so hard?”

You knew better than to try and answer at this point when he rammed his cock back into you. Huge hands gripped your thighs and pushed your legs into your chest while he bullied his dick further and further into your cunt. 

Your pussy was embarrassingly loud for him, squelching with each brutal thrust of his hips. His muscled thighs were tense with the pure strength he put into slamming into you—beating your sensitive pussy in until it memorized his shape for life. 

“Mig- ah! Holyfuck!” You screamed, draping your arms over his shoulders and scratching at his back like a cat post.

“Go on princesa, mark me up.” He encouraged and got a better grip on your thighs, pushing your legs out to a full spread. He had you displayed like a dinner feast and bent you like a lawn chair with your lower half on his toned chest. He was actually impressed at your flexibility, yet like always he chose the worst way to phrase it.

“I’m shocked, I never expected you to do any real training.” 

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what you’ve been wanting, is it not?” He gloated with such a shit-eating expression that you just had to wipe off his face. He sunk deeper into you when you pulled him in for a kiss and it had you clenching around him.

His thrusts got more erratic until your mind was clouded with only the sounds of his dick disappearing into your cunt. His hands were dragging you back onto him by the hips at the same time, so you could feel him bumping against your cervix with each thrust.

You were too fucked out to say anything other than broken moans and mewls of his name, and he wasn’t too far off.

“So pretty Cariño,” he groaned, “all for me? mierda- yeah, all for me.”

A string of loud mewls along with shameless moans poured out of your bruised lips in response. He pounded your pussy with so much vigour that you edged forward on the ruffled mattress with each rough thrust.

He massaged your throbbing clit between his fingers, laughing at the way they kept slipping around from how much of your own arousal was dripping down your cunt. Heavy balls slapping against your soft skin filled your ears when you felt that coil in your stomach start to snap.

“Pussys gripping me like a fucking vice- you gonna cum for me?” he teased, “look baby- look at how well this sweet little pussys taking me.”

He took your hand and lead it down until it was tracing the prominent bump in your stomach - You could feel every brutal thrust and see the way he ravaged your insides. You pressed down on it, getting impossibly tighter around him and the broken moan he let out was what got you.

He quickly tore a mind-numbing orgasm out of you - thick cockhead still splitting you open while he worked your clit. You soaked his cock and squeezed against it, shaking and crying under him until you could barely take it anymore. 

He smiled in pride, sharp fangs showing and making him resemble the waiting mouth of a shark. “Such a good fucking girl, coming all over me like that. Look at the mess you’ve made,” he hummed, observing the noticeable white ring you left around the base of his cock. 

His thrusts stuttered before stilling completely inside you. He made a noise akin to an animal before spilling his hot cum inside your welcoming heat with a shudder and a broken moan.

“Mfhm- mierda.. .” He cursed, his warmth filling you up so much it started to spill out.

You felt like a rag doll under him, half-asleep and smiling dumbly up at him. He chuckled and admired one last time how pretty you looked in his glowing red webs, wrapped around you like his own custom lingerie. 

He sliced them off you and smiled warmly when you raised your arms out to him. He leaned in to let you wrap your arms around his massive shoulders with your legs now wrapping around his waist.

He picked you up with you curled into him like a koala - the warm sensation of his cum dripping down your connected bodies grounding you while he walked to your bathroom. 

He pressed soft kisses to your marked up-neck while he ran a warm bath, rubbing at the indents his claws subconsciously left on your hips. 

You didn’t remember exactly when you fell asleep; somewhere between when his large hands washed the cum off your skin or when he gently laid you down on your fresh bedsheets. 

All you knew was that you woke up to the smell of clean laundry and noticed snacks and a water bottle left on your nightstand. There was a note too that you had to reach over to grab. His handwriting was smudged but fancy, and it was so adorably him that it left you smiling ear to ear. 

“Had to leave early. Meet me in my office tomorrow and we’ll discuss how you’ll be living in my universe from now on ,seeing as how you’re now mine, mi vida.” 

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[sevscig]

yalllll, i have part two of ‘movie night” in my drafts like not even half done, so yall even want it anymore, i can finish it if yall do😋

[maevesversion]

JUST GOT OUT OF THE DOCTORS AGAIN AND THEY TOLD ME I HAD A SINUS INFECTION AND INFLUENZA. IM GOING TO COMMIT

[unknownsoldiers]

(( Made some sketches a few days ago- If I ever get my tablet charged I’ll properly finish them up and post again. ))

[blkluci]

𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 and you fighting…

CHARACTERS )) katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya.

PLOT )) a headcanon of the boys seeing you fight.

A/N )) this purely based off my imagination! lil mina slander, todoroki getting down and overall comedic. feel like i should do a part 2 maybe, yall lemme know how yall feel bout this one :) requests are open and hope yall enjoy.

[ 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 ] bakugo heard you mention that this girl has been talking about you. explaining that she’s said things in the hallways and during canteen time. “stop focusing on stupid extras. it's not worth it.” was his response. when you hadn’t mentioned anything about her, he assumed the whole thing was over; boy was he wrong

… kats walked to your 5th period to escort you down to the cafe for lunch

… as he neared the classroom he heard commotion and saw a group forming in front of the door

… for some reason he had a unsettling feeling in his gut and you instantly popped in his mind

-> “get out the damn way extras!”

… pushing people out the way and threatening them he got into the room

… katsuki’s jaw slacked

… he saw you holding tsunotori poni by her horns while mackin her face in

… every punch connected with her face

… he was truly in shock and impressed

… the poor girl tried her hardest to fight you off but winning to no avail; only able to kick her legs

… the teacher, vlad, yelling for students to get away and breaking up the fight

… katsuki couldn’t help but feel a little proud and attracted to this anger that is always concealed from him

… you remind him of himself

-> “alrigh’, you could let ‘er go. you got ‘er”

… he pulls you away and carries you away in his arms

… vlad held the weak girl in his arms as her nose bled

-> “‘ND DON’T EVER SPEAK ABOUT ME AGAIN!”

… he chuckled

[ 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 ] kirishima felt the shift in the energy when your fellow classmate, mina, decided to push up her on him KNOWING that’s your man. there’ve been times where she’s done and said things that you had to check her about and she “apologized”. “babe c’mon, don’t feed into it.” she was feeling particularly bold today tho when you checked her at the end of class.

… eijiro didn’t have enough time to react when the desks were shoved out the way and y’all squared up

… you charged at her

… not even giving him time to fully comprehend

… mina thought that she could keep testin you and not get put in place and you did that exactly

… you ate her up!

… dragging her across the floor and knocking her head in

-> “y/n stop!”

… eiji felt adrenaline course through his veins

… fear of you getting hurt, you getting in trouble, mina dying

… eijiro pulled you off of mina but you wouldn’t let her hair go

… you kicked her in her face and she screamed as aizawa and all might rushed to help her

-> “THAT’S WHY YOU KNOTTED!”

… eijiro pulled you out to the hallway

… he was gonna scold you but he could do anything but hold

you as you spilled your anger to him

… he smiles at you and winces when mina passes by being taken to the nurse

-> “ouch, she’s gonna need a little more than just ice”

… he’s gotta fighter on his hands

[ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ] todoroki is obviously to most things; if not, everything. the boy doesn’t seem to catch the girls who constantly are gagging over him. “oh, i’ve never noticed that.” oh and they see you, they know you! BUT OBVIOUSLY not enough. so during lunch, when two girls scroll over to you both and blatantly flirt with him and disrespect you– your boyfriend sees another side of you.

… poor sho never seen someone jump as fast

… your hands instantly connected with the girls face

… knocking the disrespect out her mouth and knocking her to the ground

… shoto sort of panicked when seeing you this angered and beating someone up

… people started to crowd which alerted teachers

… outta nowhere some guy tried to hurt

… shoto wasn’t havin’ it

… his body moved before his mind

… the guy punched sho in the face

… yeah. he saw red

-> “you’re weak.”

… while you stomped that girl in, sho beat that guy up

-> “TRY IT AGAIN!”

… in the end you both were sent to the principals office and reprimanded

… sitting in the chairs outside principal nezu’s office, you guys chatted

-> “he tried it but miserably failed.”

… y’all’s is a dangerous duo

[ 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 ] midoriya fights all the time, heroically, many times alongside you even. but seeing you in a drama fight is something he doesn’t wanna see. so when you tell him you fighting this girl after school tomorrow he opposes your decision. “b-babe. maybe, not the best idea. please don’t.” you took heed of his words and let it go; till she snuck you.

… izuku was nowhere close when this happened

… denki and mineta were the ones that alerted him

… boy one for all’d his way downstairs

… so many thoughts circled his brain as neared the chaos

… he pushed around everyone and spotted you

-> “babe!”

… the girl under you was leaking from her eye

… you weren’t letting up

… he uses force to pull you two apart and pull you away

… you screamed at yelled to be let go

-> “SNEAKED AND GOT DROPPED!”

… poor izuku had to pull you to a whole other room

… he shook you out of your crazy state

… after izuku helped you to calm down, you explained what happened

… he was mad

… zu was ready to fight too

… but he knew a better way to get back

-> “i’m sorry for not being there but i think you got her bad.”

… the privileges of being all might’s predecessor

See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. (1 John 3:1)

[emmyrosee]

Pls pls pls help a girl out!!

Its shark 🦈 week and whenever I’m in shark week I crave angst full on body angst ne you write it best 😭 pity me

I write it the best…? 🥺🩷 also no specific character in mind for this, but yall are married so 🫶🏻

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You’ve been yelling at each other for hours.

The circles of verbal assault haven’t slowed its pace, vile, cruel words flying from one mouth to pierce the heart of the other, only for the other words to come harder, meaner, louder. The throes of anger keep you both pinned in place, unable to stop, think, and see the damage you’re causing each other.

Your hands are swollen from your fists being so tightly balled, migraine forming from your scowling. His brows are stuck pinched in the center of his forehead, so deep you’re convinced they’ll stay there for days after you’re done. His teeth are grit so tight together that you want to massage his jaw to make them loosen before he shatters his pearly whites into pieces.

The culprit? A cold cup of tea, that now sits to the side dejectedly.

Because of that cold cup of tea, you’ve been screaming for two, going onto three hours, with no end in sight.

But, it’s not about the cold tea. It’s about the fact that the urgency in your love is gone, the quickness and determination to be with each other has dissolved into nothing but sugar melting in a mug of tea. Your time together has been awkward, it’s been minimal, and in your search to do something nice for him, like a warm cup of tea, he allowed it to get cold, and… what happened next?

There’s boundaries being crossed, lines of truce being broken as you cast vicious words against each other, the use of insecurities to make the other crumble and conjure a look of hurt, only to morph to disgust and yell back something even more heinous.

And yet…

“What did I even marry you for?” He snarls, throwing his arms out. “I’m certain it wasn’t for this! So why are we wasting our time right now?”

Your world stops.

In an instant, all words die on your tongue. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish as all you can think about are his words. They repeat in your head, almost in slow motion, as your heart sinks in your chest.

“What…?” you croak. Your throat is dry, mouth cottony, and you silently pray to anything, holy and not, merciful and malicious, that you didn’t hear him right. Your mind is lying, so tired of fighting you’re seeing the worst in him as a defense mechanism.

“You heard me,” he barks. “Your life is so miserable? You hate it here so much? GO.”

You heard him right.

You wished you hadn’t.

Your arms come up to cradle yourself in comfort, the fire swirling in your chest now extinguished, the once lively fight now being reduced to a ringing in your ear.

You’d… when did he…

“You don’t get to sit here, call me a cheater, a loser, a liar, all for your own good mind. Not when I’ve put my whole LIFE into you. I gave you my WHOLE. LIFE.”

“Why…”

“What?” He snarls.

You sniffle. Your bottom lip wobbles, and you blink a line of scalding tears out; you’re surprised they don’t sizzle your flesh from being so hot with frustration.

“Why… are you being so mean?”

“Mean?” He snaps. “Mean, you’ve called me some of the cruelest shit I’ve ever heard in your vocabulary, but I’m being mean? Do you even hear yourself, IM THE MEAN ONE?”

“Do you really wonder why you married me…?”

Your voice is so quiet, you wonder if he heard you.

He opens his mouth to spew his venom, only to stop dead in his tracks. His brows soften as his eyes widen, jaw slacking subtly. For the first time tonight, the room is quiet; still thick enough to cut the tension with a blade, but it’s quiet enough where you both can gather your thoughts.

You wipe your nose with your arm, “do you really think I want to stay here and fight with you? Is that how you think I want to spend my night with you?” You sob softly, “because it’s not. I don’t want to fight with you over cold tea… I don’t want to…”

You can practically see the lightbulb over his head light up. That’s right, you think to yourself. This is about tea.

“I…”

“I don’t question why I married you,” you whimper. “I know exactly why- because I love you. But the man I know would never, and I mean never, verbally assault and question his love for me over a cold. Cup. Of. Tea.”

“I don’t…” he shakes softly. “How did we get here…?”

“You started this war,” you hiss. “I didn’t.”

“Baby…”

“Don’t you fucking baby me,” you snap. “No. You don’t get to do that as a way to weasel out of this. You’re not going to guilt me with pet names to forgive you.”

“No, no, baby- damn, no, I mean-“

“You know what?” You pull your lips down into a frown and throw your hands out in defeat. “You want me gone so bad? I’m gone.”

“No, no, wait,” he begs, reaching out for one of your hands. You whip them back like he’s made of fire, and he reels away, as if keeping you safe, “no, I don’t want you to leave. I don’t question my love for you, I’d rather die than ever have you wonder if I love you-“

“Then you’d better have a goddamned good explanation for this,” you hiss. “Because right now? We’re done.”

“No!”

“I’m…” your strength is gone. Your lip quivers and your hand comes up to cover your mouth, and you wail as you make a dash out of the room, darting for the bedroom. You lock the door and slam your fist against the wood, screaming, howling in agony at the heartbreak of potentially losing your husband over a cold cup of tea.

Things spiraled so far out of control, that he questioned his love for you. How are you to come back from that? Angry words are truth shrouded in cruelty, and you are not going to let him berate you in such a manner as to wonder if this marriage was a good choice. You deserve far more, far better, than that.

On the other side of the door, you hear a soft poomf, then a thump. You stop crying to try and figure out the noises and their purpose.

“I’m here,” he says quietly, a far different tone from how he was speaking to you not three minutes ago. “I won’t try to come in. I won’t make you talk to me. But I’m here… and I love you. And I’m sorry.”

“Bite me,” you choke.

You hear him sigh through his nose, “I… I know why I married you,” he whispers. You don’t say anything. He continues regardless, “because you’re you. And on our first date, you were late because you hated the outfit you had planned, but you looked so fucking good, I couldn’t handle it. And it was that day, I decided I wanted to wait for you, forever. You are more than worth waiting for. And…” you hear him clear his throat, but there’s an emotional block in his voice, “I’ll keep waiting for you. Right here, on this floor. I’ll sleep, I’ll eat, I’ll piss I’ll die here, I don’t care, I’m right here. And I’ll stay here to prove that you’re worth waiting for.” He shudders.

“I’m happy to wait for you.”

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haikyuu: daichi, kageyama, tsukishima, kuroo, yaku, iwaizumi, mattsun, hanamakki, oikawa, kyotani, ushijima (different font), kita (also different font), atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa, meian

bnha: bakugou, dabi, hawks

jjk: gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna, toji, shiu

tokyo rev: baji, draken, mikey, hanma, rindou

[azzyangelfish]

Redacted Characters As Things My Coworkers Have Said:

(For context I’ve been coaching competitive swimming for a month)

David: What do you think you did wrong? The colour of your suit does not determine your time.

Sam: Wait how old do you guys think I am? 56- *takes a deep breath* moving on!

Alexis: God I hate kids- Oh hey that was an awesome race kiddo!

Asher: Listen, we can debate all we want about what the best character in Mario Kart is. But, if someone can win Rainbow Road at 150cc we will play sharks in minnows instead of doing the main set next practice!

Angel: And remember! If a man ever tells you that you’re hysteric I give you full permission to punch him in the nose.

Milo: That is an objectively wrong opinion. I don’t care that opinions can’t be right or wrong- your opinion is wrong case closed, end of story, see you later alligator.

William: Back in my day we didn’t have technology to keep track of our sets and swimmers *yaps about the good old days*

Darlin: Ok listen up! Since I don’t want to be here, and yall don’t want to be here because it’s a warm Friday afternoon, let’s go ‘do dry land’ outside! *takes the group on a walk instead*

Bonus (things that coaches have said to me):

Quinn: All you guys do during practice is slack off and I’m sick and tired of- *his dentures fall out of his mouth and into the pool*

William: You there! With the Russian name!

Kody: I had to go through this as a swimmer so now I’m getting my revenge by making you guys do it too.

Huxley: Do you guys want to go and play capture the flag or would you rather do pushups- ok ok capture the flag it is!

Quinn: It’s a shame that they don’t let us do punishment sets anymore. I mean athletes these days have no discipline, your group had punishment sets and you guys turned out fine!

[fallstaticexit]

Siblings are siblings no matter what age they are.

Prev / Next

Mateo: (using sign language) Eat?

Lyric: I know baby, it’s almost done. Good job using sign to let me know, Mateo!

Lyric: *snorts* Uncle Light Skin finally returning my call.

Mel: Don’t yell. I know I’ve been slacking with reaching out.

Lyric: Now I know where your kids get it from. Am I the only one in this family who knows how a phone works?

Mel: It’s just, I’ve been b-

Lyric: And you better not give me the ‘I’ve been busy’ excuse; we’re all busy, Mr. Showtime. Just call your sister. That’s all.

Lyric: So, what’s going on? Looks like you made it back to Sulani. How’s that going? How’s Loren and Maeve?

Mel: *sighs* Long story. We’re leaving a little earlier than planned. Going to see Adie, Ri, and dad.

Lyric: Did something happen?

Mel: I’ll tell you about it later...

Lyric: Are you sure, Mel?

Mel: I’m sure, sis.

Lyric: You know how I used to have visions when we were kids? Mom said they were just hyperactive dreams, but I saw things, and you and Sonny always believed me.

Mel: Yeah, I remember.

Lyric: I was with our grandmothers this time. All of them. They want us all to be together, Mel. I don’t think we’re supposed to be spread out all over the world and apart for so long.

Mel: I think in a perfect world, we could make that happen.

Lyric: Then why don’t we? Hell, Olive lives in the same city as me and I see her maybe every few months?

Mel: Hold on, Sonny’s calling.

Sonny: Mel- *static* can you hear me? *barking* *snarling*

Mel: Bro, what the hell? Are you doing wolf stuff? Just call me back!

Sonny: What? *howling* *more static*

Mel: *laughs* Henford’s service is so ass, Sonny. How did you survive 20 plus years out there?

Sonny: See, that’s the difference between me and you, City Boy. All I need is wide, open country. That’s the secret to not having patchy facial hair, by the way.

Mel: Yeah, alright. Tell your mama that.

Sonny: Come on man...don’t talk about moms...

Mel: Hold on, I’m gonna add Lyr to the call.

Mel: Look who’s here.

Sonny: Sup, big sis!

Lyric: Woooow, hey stranger! Why do you look so mangy?

Sonny: Sun’s settin’. That’s when me and the pack get to work. Caught a bloodsucker on our property, so I got the boys tearin’ it to shreds now.

Lyric: ...ew.

Lyric: Weeeell, since we’re all here, now I can finally ask—which one of yall narrow asses be telling mom my business?

Sonny: I mean...I might of mentioned things. Mama calls everyday- she get’s lonely...

Mel: Sonny!

Lyric: I knew it!

Mel: Come on, man. That’s like sibling code 101!

Sonny: Well, shit! Maybe it’s the wolf in me that gave me this undying loyalty to my own mama...

Lyric: No, it’s the brat in you, mama’s boy.

Mel: *laughs* Lyr, remember when Sonny was like 6 and he would snitch on everything we did unless it included him?

Lyric: Mhm. And he use to cry when we wouldn’t. He still does.

Sonny: Come on, yall…

[dollfacedsl1ut]

Can I get a gp!mina with yandere promo 1 and 27?

prompt + “I’m doing this out of love” + “just take it”

content : abduction, groping, slight nipple play, dubcon

a/n : YALL college has been kicking my ass I’m so sorry pookies :((

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The whole car trip was silent, you’re head rested on the window as you snored softly, car should’ve stopped by now, the party was only 12 miles away from your house, but the “party” mina was really taking you to was so much more twisted and stomach churning. When you eventually woke up it was midnight, your brows furrowed as you glanced over your shoulder seeing Mina driving whilst tapping her manicured nails on the steering wheel, you started to panic “where the fuck are we going Mina” a smile crept on her face “oh you’re awake-“ she turned the radio down as she squeezed your thigh tightly “don’t worry about where we’re going it’s just a trip” her hand started stroking your thigh softly as she retreated her hand before placing it back on the steering wheel “Mina take me home- I thought we were going to a party” “oh but we are y/n it’s my party but it’s not what you’re used too” she giggled as she turned into a eerie part of the woods following a trail, you tried to reach for your phone in your purse to find it missing “where’s my phone- mina this sick joke isn’t funny” you held out your hand expecting your phone to be returned “no one’s joking y/n we’re going away from civilization for a bit” “but what about my family and my other friends… you can’t just take away everything and everyone I’ve loved” tears began to fill your eyes as your bottom lip wobbled “you’re making this seem bad, I’m doing this out of love y/n why don’t you understand” the car finally stopped at a large cabin it looked like it could remodeled into a nice 2 story cottage, but it still gave off a eerie vibe, Mina got out the car as she pulled you out your seat, knowing you’d refuse to come inside the cabin “we can’t just leave our lives and move away from everyone” Mina groaned as she pulled out something from her front pocket.. it was your phone, she handed to you smiling, when you tried to turn it on it had no service, you also realized your SIM card wasn’t inside your phone either… she must’ve took it out and did something with it “you must be wondering about your SIM card don’t worry I threw it out the window a few miles back, and don’t worry about your parents i typed a lengthy text stating you decided to travel the world for a while and would break off all contact” you Jaw slacked hearing her, she really thought this through, her hands rubbed your shoulders as she pulled you close by your waist, you easily felt her bulge on your belly even if it was covered by many layers of clothing “don’t you love me y/n” these feelings were overwhelming you didn’t know what you felt sadness??, happiness??, it was all confusing “even if you don’t love me we can learn How to love each other even if it kills us…” you felt her smile at the end of the sentence you knew she’d kill you for not loving her, maybe even for falling in love with someone else, you felt Mina’s hand trail to her pants as she unbuckled them her bulge throbbing against your thigh, she lead you to the couch forcing you in her lap “you feel that y/n” her thick cock was against your ass just twitching you swore you felt some precum soak through her boxers, her hand crept to your breast as she kneaded them roughly, you tried to pull away but Mina was just too strong, her nail clawing at your sensitive nipples, your panties dampening as she toyed with you it just felt too good to ignore, you haven’t been touched like this by anyone in a long time, her hands crept to your your thighs as she yanked your panties off, the cold air adding to your arousal, her cold fingers rubbed your clit as she bent you over lining herself up “just take it y/n don’t try to fight me” you complied easily there was nothing else you could do, you couldn’t run away, call for help or anything, submitting was your best choice, well at least for right now right???

[pin-k-ink]

i’ve gotten so lazy these days. i only just realized how much i’ve been slacking off after i saw my notes.

i’ve like, 5 haikyuu fics which are all halfway done.

[wordsofhoneydew]

six sentence sunday!!

hello everyone!!! i’ve been super busy lately and haven’t been able to write, but i thought i’d share a wip that i’ve been working on under wraps for a few months :p

thank you for the tags <3 @alasse9 @firenati0n @softboynick @run-for-chamo-miles @caterpills

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“Nope, that won’t do,” Alex tuts, pulling away the bag of food before Henry can grab it. “We need to work on your Spanish. Hablarás fluidamente con un profesor como yo.” he smirks.

A flush of pink rises to Henry's cheeks and his smile widens before saying, “je ne peux pas parler espagnol, mais je peux parler français pour toi.”

Alex nearly bluescreens at the way those foreign words roll off of his tongue like honey. His jaw goes slack and he can even feel a blush creep onto his face— he wants to blame it on the hot air of the kitchen. Alex’s reaction pulls a smug look from Henry

He underestimated Henry.

Henry is clever, witty, charming (that he never doubted), and matches Alex’s energy like no other. The urge to lean over the truck window and kiss Henry has never been stronger—luckily Alex prevails and manages a small laugh instead.

Henry reaches out his hand, palm upward and an expectant look on his face. Alex shakes his head then, remembering that he has Henry’s food held hostage before handing it over.

“Merci.” Henry smirks and walks away.

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hope yall had a lovely weekend <3

tags under the cut:

@priincebutt @getmehighonmagic @captainjunglegym @sherryvalli @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @myheartalivewrites @cricketnationrise @rmd-writes @heysweetheart-writes @blueeyedgrlwrites @cha-melodius @nontoxic-writes @thesleepyskipper @ninzied @littlemisskittentoes @suseagull04 @theprinceandagcd @saturntheday @kiwiana-writes @cricketnationrise @porcelainmortal @anincompletelist @thinkof-england

[magpiepills]

😱🍑THERES A LITTLE SMUT IN THIS POST!!! 🍑😱

Alright. I’ve been kinda MIA. Sorry. I did make it back for booping yesterday, that was fun. I’ve been sick. I got myself a case of the bronchitis and holy shit. It really took me out. Who knew? Terrible time. Chills? Sweating? I tried to walk it off for a while cause who has time to be sick? Not I. Well, that backfired and I ended up in bed for a couple days anyway. Now I’m beholden to an inhaler and I watch the clock to see when I can have another hit.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, the WIPs. I haven’t actually written anything in the last two weeks. I have thought about it though, and we all agree that thinking about writing is almost the same thing, yes?

I feel like I can’t give a little update on my comings and goings without at least a little smut though, so I’m going to go rummage around in my file and see if I can’t find ya something dirty.

Oh heavens. Ok. I found something from a fic I’ve been really lazy about working on but I think maybe I’ll give it some lovin’ today if yall think you like the sound of it.

You hug his head against your chest and ride him hard, but his arms are around your waist, squeezing you gently and mumbling things too sweet for the relationship you have with him.

Clumsily, you wrangle him to the floor, remounting him, keeping him flat on the floor with your hands on his chest. He watches slack jawed at the way you take him. Fast, fluid movements that cover him in your wetness. He sees you, smells you, feels you, he wishes you’d slow down and kiss him.

I’m going to try to get through my mentions and catch up on the things I’ve missed. Thanks for tagging me even when I’m a lazy bum about interacting lately.

@milla-frenchy @mermaidgirl30 @aurorawritestoescape my darlins!!

Bonus! This is the song that I’m listening to right now.

[and-claudia]

And-Claudia’s 2024 Kinktober Masterlist!

Hey yall so, YES, I am doing kinktober against this year!! It’s been a couple years since I’ve done it but I really wanted to do it this year!! That being said, because of work/classes/placement I will not be doing one post a day, instead I am going to do like 2-3 each week at least. I am still solidifying my line up, but will add that here once it is done!! I am not sure if I will be making a sign up for the fics or not, however if I do it will obviously be strictly 18+ and no ageless blogs allowed on the tag list.

Here is what I have planned so far:

Young!Charles Xavier x fem reader :Sex in his wheelchair and lingerie

Tyler Owens x fem reader: public sex

DoFP Charles x fem!Reader x DoFP Logan :threesome

Darth Maul x pregnant! Reader: This will actually be the next part of His Heir, but I plan on adding quite a bit of smut since I have been slacking on y'all.

Professor! Logan Howlett x reader: age gap (legal), professor kink, dirty pictures

Young Charles x reader: set in First Class, sundress, counter sex

I want to do a few more but I am not 100% sure on what I am wanting to do just yet so stick around!!

Here is the TAGLIST

read the directions carefully; failure to do so will result in you being unable to be tagged.

[skyziej]

Gavril x y/n: To the beach

so, um, hi yall again, yep im back to just put a fanfic here, for @peaches-blook0-0 and my inspo writer is @nebulous-nevermore

Because of slinking shadows by @nebulous-nevermore i wanted to do a fanfic of gavril, so enjoy, u lil critters :))

(p.s, also, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IN A WHILE, SO PLEASE NO HATE ToT)

(also it's very long, so u can skim read if u want :))

Y/n x Gavril: to the beach (part 1)

Today was a slack day, you had no work and Gav, like always, had nothing to do. He was supposedly going out today to “borrow” people’s food from their houses, but why would he have to go, if the fridge at y/n’s house was already stocked up with cheese, fruit and many other delicious delectables, hence, there was no reason for Gavril to go to other people’s houses. After you had finished cutting up some watermelon and putting some cheese on an extra plate, you met Gav on the sofa in the lounge room before sitting next to him.

“What’s on the agenda today?” you asked Gavril, as you put the plates down on the coffee table Infront of youse.

 “Oh nothing darling, just relaxing for today before heading out, again, that is” he said with a relaxed sigh.

 Y/N:  “Uh huh, and don’t you always relax anyways, because u get to live in my house rent free?” you say picking up the tv remote.

 “Ha! Good one!” he said picking up a piece of cheese.

 U just roll your eyes at him before turning the tv on. As you turned it on, a wine commercial, with the beach as the background, played, making a sudden idea light up like a light bulb in your head.

“Gav, I know what we’re doing today.” You said as u turned the tv off.

 “What?” he asked.

“Were going to the beach.” U said.

“The what?”-Gav.

Gavril x y/n: to the beach (part 2)

After shopping and packing the car, u, Gavril and Sabolan (yes, sobolan is included 😊), were heading off to the beach.

“I can’t believe u don’t know what a beach is!?, What have u been doing Gav!?” you said as u were driving.

“Well, trying to survive, playing music, and being, well, a man of the night.” (he’s secretly batman peoples :33 (jk jk))” he said as he looked out the window.

 “Well that clearly hasn’t gotten u to see the most” you said.

After an hour of driving, youse finally got to a beach.

 “Up! Sleepy heads!” you said as u unbuckled yourself.

 Gav woke up drowsily, rubbing his face to wake up. “5 more minutes” he said as he fell asleep.

“Nope! Were all going, come on!” you said as u got out from the car, walked over to the passenger side, opened his door, and headed off to the boot of the car. You were unpacking the car until Gav came to help u too. After 40 mins, youse were all set. You both had all your stuff out and were ready to enjoy the beach.

You then walked onto the beach and ushered him to follow. He walked onto the sand with a precautionary step, taking him 5 mins to really feel the soft, warm, sand, between his grippers. Looking up from the sand, out into the vast blue.

He stood immobilized in thought, as he tried picturing his remembrance of the resonating feeling within him right now, a foggy memory, that wouldn’t clear up, he couldn’t quite put it together. But he swore he had felt this feeling somewhere before.

 The breeze made up for the heat that the sun was radiating, as it flowed through his hair. It was quite, quiet as the only thing that could be heard was the waves flowing up and down onto the bank of the beach, and the breeze that whistled by.

As he was lost in thought, you were waiting for him, but then realized he was spaced out. So, what u did was wave your hand Infront of him to get his attention.

y/n: “Hello, Gavvv, Gav to earth!?”.

 Gav: “huh? Oh, sorry was caught up in thought for a second, it’s just… this place feels familiar, like I’ve been here before” he said as he looked at u.

 “Well… maybe it’s a childhood memory?” u say.

 “Maybe...” he says looking out again.

 You then roll your eyes and shake ur head a bit before taking his hand and starting to walk. “Come on! What r we waiting for?! Let’s go!” u say as he follows u.

Gavril x y/n: To the beach (part 3)

You both enjoyed the day at the beach, which was chaotically eventful. First u both wanted to go swimming, and youse did. You were first into the water, then Gavril, but as soon as his tail submerged, he ran out as if something bit him. When u went to go and check up on him, he said that his tail (the goo) had responded in a ick way, making a sharp pain shoot up his spine, meaning he couldn’t stay in the water any longer, which meant that swimming was off the list (this fic includes Gav’s goo NOT being able to goo the whole ocean version, lol). Next you and him were playing in the sand, drawing in the sand with sticks found from nearby vegetation, before eventually being thrown at each other, as a joke, which, thankfully! Neither of u got hurt.

Youse then made sandcastles for Sabolan which was fun, and Sabolan went into nearby bushes to get small things for his sandcastles as well, which was all fine until he started getting chased by seagulls. Luckily Gavril saw what was happening to Sabolan, and ran to Sabolan’s aid, whacking the nearby seagulls away and making one of them fall to the sand, saving Sabolan.

Gavril then cupped his hands and bent down close to the sand for Sobolan to climb into his hands. Sobolan then quickly scurried into his hands, trembling a little from the deadly experience. Gavril then calmed him down by gently caressing his fur and holding him close to him. After that, Sobolan then learnt that he did not favor the beach after that experience, so he always stayed close by to Gavril.

Then for the afternoon you both had a small after-noon tea beach picnic, enjoying the chatter of each other, as u both ate some sandwiches you had made, followed by a home-made platter.

 After that you both had ventured along the beach in search of some shell’s At first, Gavril wasn’t sure what shell’s were, until you showed him, and after about 15 minutes of Gavril picking up every shell he could, his hands were full of different shaped and colored shell’s, which u had to put in your tote bag (You were carrying with u), because he had refused to let them go.

Gavril x y/n: to the beach (part 4)

After both of your mini little activities on the beach, youse had finally rested on a fallen log, that looked like it had been there for quite a while now. You both  sat next to each other.

With the sunset umbre of the afternoon sky, and the gentle and cool breeze rustling the nearby palm leaves above you two, Gavril couldn’t think of a better opportunity then to try something with u, that had been bobbing in his minds for months. He was about to break the silence, but you beat him to that first.

You: “So did u have fun?” you said as u look at him.

Gav: “ I did, it’s the best fun I’ve had in ages, except I couldn’t stay in the water, and that Sabolan nearly became seagull food, but apart from those things, I enjoyed the day most with you” he said quite heartedly. You then awkwardly chuckled, before quickly changing the subject.

You:  “Ha…yeah…but I enjoyed it with u too, and u Sabolan!”

You said as Sobolan, at the mention of his name, quickly scurried off Gavril and onto u, with a slight happy squeak. The conversation’s kept going until you felt Gavril’s hand take hold of yours.

“Hey, Y/N, may I try something with you?” he said as he looked at u with a slight red tint on his face.

 “Um…okay? What is it?” you said as you shifted to face your body in his way. He then turns to face you, holding both your hands in his. “Y/n, thank u for letting me and Sabolan stay with you. Even when I broke into your house, you still let us stay, and I am truly greatful” He said softly.

He then squeezed your hands gently and sighed, before speaking again. “You know….. how I said we could be more then roommate’s and u agreed to it?…..well…I’ve been thinking about it for some while now, and I didn’t know when to do it….but…this here…seems like the right moment to do so” he said as the red plastered across his cheeks increased, as he looked at you softly.

“Wha- what do u mean?” you said more quietly, as your blush deepened and your heart-rate increased, as you waited for something from him.

Gav: “Here let me show u” he said. You then watched him entangle his fingers with yours, before looking up at him. He saw how the sunset’s warm light, from the downing afternoon, made your features look twice as more beautiful. He then gently placed his hand upon your cheek, making your blush deepen again followed by a soft smile, which also made him smile.

He then lightly caressed your cheek with his thumb, before gently brushing some of your hair back behind your ear with the same hand, placing his hand on your shoulder. He then moved his face closer to yours, his eyes darting down to your lips, before back to your eyes.

So you too, moved in slowly as well until both your lips softly touched each other’s. He kissed you and you kissed back, both melting into the moment, as he then caressed your cheek once again, his tail gently touching your back, as if to keep you close and protected.

Gavril x y/n: to the beach (part 5)

You both pulled away after a minute and looked at each other with faces full of red, both reacting with a short, soft chuckle.

“Soooo…is it official?” he asked after a minute, as he looked at u.

“Hhmmmm…alright, but we’ll keep working on it, okay?” you said, as he looked at you with a soft smile, nodding a bit in agreement.

 “However that was good for your first move, I’ll give u that” you said looking at him.

“Thank you, y/n….so does that mean I get to continue staying at your house for free?” he said trying to get a reaction out of you.

“Don’t push it, lovey” you said as you gave him a look.

Gav: “Lovey? Now that’s a new one, better start calling you that too” he said with a light laugh. You just sighed, and shook your head a little, with a smile, as he smiled and held u close to him, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as he wrapped a comforting arm around you, before giving you a small kiss on the top of your head, and resting his head on yours, with a slight nuzzle, continuing to watch the remainder of the afternoon’s beautiful sunset.

(Anyways, that's all folks! hope u enjoyed it :))

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Free use pt 2 - Leander Prewett X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Some of yall loved part one and wanted to see more so I decided to write this up. 😘

Warnings: free use concept, alcohol use, mentions of drug use “mallowsweet”, jealousy, mild dirty talk, protected p-in-v, au

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Leander wore a smart knit jumper over a white shirt, black slacks and black shoes. He trailed behind Garreth, hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks in an attempt to hide the nervousness he carried.

He’d gone to two other parties to try and find her again but with no luck. This was his third try and while Garreth said it was unlikely based on how low key the party would be Leander still insisted on tagging along just in case since it was at the same place he’d met her previously.

Leander had very quickly realized how infatuated he’d become with her since he’d held her curves while she worked her magic. He didn’t know if it was how good she was at sex or something else addictive about her but he swore the next time he got into contact with her he would ask her out.

Garreth had easily agreed to take him to parties and assist his best friend to find her agian. Honestly he was just happy Leander had found a girl who seemed to bring him out of his comfort zone.

They’d slipped in the front door, Garreth already chumming it up with the host as soon as they entered while Leander slid his eyes over the group of people gathered on the couches and chairs, eyes searching for one face in particular.

To his amazement he spotted her, leaned back on the couch with a red solo cup raised to her lips. She quickly swallowed some of its contents before laughing at something someone beside her said.

Contrary to how he’d met her the first time, she was just sitting beside people on a couch now instead of entertaining a group of people. She looked laid back and almost tired. Maybe she was drunk? Or had a long day?

Leander spotted a seat nearby her open and moved quickly to take it, slotting himself between her and a stranger so he could be close to her.

Her attention shifted to him when she sat down and her glazed eyes met his before a spark of recognition caused her brows to rise. “Hey. It’s you. How’ve you been?”

Based on her slowed speech he was going to go with the fact that she was drunk and he sighed before speaking. “Hey. I’ve been good. How about you, are you okay?”

She gave him a small giggle and nodded. “I’m great.” She grabbed his shoulder with her free hand and maneuvered herself into his lap, her back facing his shoulder as Garreth slid into her spot. She laid her legs over Garreth’s and Garreth gave Leander a wink. “Thanks for bringing him back, Gar.”

Garreth chuckled and Leander looked a bit jealous. Garreth had said they talked…but had his best friend been with her? “No problem, love. I knew he’d be a hit with the ladies.”

Leanders cheeks pinkened and her attention focused back on him. She put her hand on his thigh, rubbing innocently as she sipped from her cup. Although the touch was teasing it was almost…involuntary.

She damn well realized what she was doing though, feeling him get hard beneath her and wiggling her hips to adjust herself before continuing the teasing fingers on his thigh while she leaned close so only he could hear. “I suppose you’ve been thinking of me too?”

He swallowed harshly, nodding and letting his hand wrap around her stomach. Her voice was way too soft and her hands felt way too good for this to be the innocent exchange he’d hoped for with her.

He was just about to answer when she swirled her cup and gave a pouty sigh. “M’all out. Wanna go get more with me?”

Was this her actually wanting more booze or was this an invitation to sneak off somewhere private. Regardless he didn’t need her to ask twice before he was on his feet, stabilizing her and letting her lead him down the hall.

Her hair spun as she checked both ends of the hall and tugged him into the bathroom. Leander gasped as she pushed him against the counter, using one hand to lock the door while her other gripped his jumper and pulled him into a kiss.

His head spun with desire and after glancing to make sure the door was indeed locked he spun her to lean against the counter and dove for her neck, taking her hips and helping her up onto the bathroom counter.

She softly moaned, tipping her head for him and letting him lick and bite at her bare skin. Her hips rocked forward, eager for pleasure and he pressed himself between her legs, grinding his length against her center. “You're all I’ve been able to think about…need this cock.”

She moaned again, glazed eyes meeting his slightly concerned ones. She tried to push on, ignoring the concern at her comment but he stopped, pulling back a bit as she let out a whine. “You actually missed me? Are you sober enough for this?”

She laughed, reaching forward to pull at his belt and his hand stopped her. She put on a pouty face. “I’m fine. I’ve only had two drinks. I’m just a little cross faded but I still want you…”

He blinked with confusion, pulling back as she went to kiss his neck. “Y-you’re cross what? What is that?”

She blinked, a bit surprised he didn’t know but the urgency dissipated and she sat back. “Cross faded. You know when you have two substances in your system. It’s just alcohol and mallowsweet. Nothing new or not enough to worry about. Promise.”

Leander blinked with surprise, eyes still laced with concern. “A-are you sure that you're okay? I don’t want you to do something you’d regret later.”

She shook her head, pulling at his jumper again. “Seriously I’m fine. I want you. Sober or not. V’been thinking about you since last time I saw you. Really want your cock again.”

Leander’s head clouded with indecision and lust. On one level he felt wrong sleeping with her like this but at the same time he wanted her badly. And hearing that she’d also been thinking of him made it worse. “You really want this?”

She nodded, making a pleading sound in her throat and that was all it took to break the barrier within him. His hands moved one into her hair to pull her into a kiss and the other in his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and tugging the condom out of it.

She kissed his fiercely, hands in his hair tugging at the base of his neck. She was grinding herself against the hardened length of him through his trousers which had him breaking the kiss the groan.

He sat her back and reached down to tug on her shorts, she lifted her hips, allowing them to slide off easily. “Leave your panties on, play with your little pussy for me.”

She moaned softly and did as he said, leaning back against the mirror and touching her slit over her panties as he tugged his pants down and rolled the condom on.

He quickly tugged her forward on the counter and pulled her panties to the side before slamming home into her wet heat. A loud cry left her lips and he quickly pushed his hand over her mouth, using the other hand to hold her in place while he fucked her. “Hush darling, don’t want anyone hearing the pretty sounds you make.”

She seemed not to care, whimpering against his hand as he fucked her hard. Her eyes were closed and her walls spasmed around him as she still rolled her fingers over her clit.

Everything about the scene had Leander trying to imagine anything that could stop the rising need to cum inside her. A professor naked, Garreth’s freckled ass, a plane crash. Anything.

Her walls rippled around him and her hand gripped his bicep as she came hard, crying out against his hand. Her eyes opened and she looked absolutely lust drunk. He blew out a breath, fighting the tingle in the base of his spine as he pulled out and leaned down, tugging her panties aside and licking up her center.

She tasted like creamy sweetness and latex but it didn’t deter him from pushing two fingers inside of her pussy and sucking on her clit. Her head slammed back against the mirror, causing Leander to wince as she covered her own mouth now, crying out. Thighs shaking on either side of his head as she exploded on his tongue.

He gave one final lick before sliding his fingers out and standing back up, plunging back in, feeling only a little more cooled off but enough he was confident he could last one more time for her. “Come on love. Cum on my cock for me one more time.”

She hardly needed encouragement, tightening impossibly around him again as he worked her through it, hips stuttering as he filled the condom and gently rode her through it.

After a moment he panted, pulling out and pulling the condom off, tying and discarding it. He looked back up to her bliss stricken expression as she leaned back against the, thankfully fully intact, mirror. She struggled to catch her breath but as she peeled an eye open she seemed to have absolutely no regrets.

He helped her to stand, helping her pull up her shorts before taking care of his own. They sheepishly ducked out of the bathroom and headed to the back door, choosing to sit on the porch, away from the party.

Leander had a lot he wanted to ask her so he was grateful that she also seemed to want privacy. “Can I ask you some stuff about…about the last party I saw you at?”

She hesitated but nodded and hugged her arms around herself, seemingly nervous. He blew a breath, looking out to the yard as he attempted to fix his hair with his hand. “Is it like a…a kink or something?”

She shrugged. “Kinda? I mean I just like sax a lot. Like a lot a lot. I’m sure if I went to a therapist I’d probably be called a nymphomaniac. But I just like to have a lot of sex. Obviously I’m safe when I do. And I don’t indulge a lot. Only at parties where I feel safe. It’s a different kind of release I guess.”

He nods. Sort of understanding. “So…no boyfriend? Or do you just have someone that’s cool with the whole…shagging other people thing?”

She shook her head again, looking up at him now. “No. Relationships are too messy. I just want the release of it and doing it like this helps me and others to not get attached.”

His brows shoot up and he nods. “You’d seriously never consider dating? Even if you met someone who could keep up with you in bed?”

She thinks for a moment and shakes her head. “I suppose I’d consider it. It’s just easier this way. Not being with one person. That wouldn’t be hard. But for a boyfriend I guess I just haven’t found someone who can satiate me.”

He scoots a little closer, putting a hand on her thigh. “I'd at least like a shot, especially if you’re even a bit interested. Literally, I don’t know if you put me under some sort of spell but since the last time I saw you I seriously couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

She chewed her bottom lip, eyes flicking from his hand on her leg, back to his eyes l before giggling. “Alright. I-I’ve also been thinking about you a lot…and…if it helps…since that night…haven’t been with anyone else. So I’m willing to try, but I at least need your name now.”

He beamed, just a little bit excited to hear that. “Really? Well, I’m Leander. Clearly I’m Garreth’s friend. By the way I really hate to ask but have you…”

She shook her head and he instantly relaxed. She gave him her name and they made a deal that if this worked out between them it was great, but if it didn’t then there would be no hard feelings. Leander was just happy he’d gotten her to try for him. He swore to make it worth it.