#Dragon! miguel

[mikaelao28]

Para empezar por algo publicaré la sinopsis que da una idea de lo que planeo desarrollar en el primer y segundo capítulo. El crédito por el fanart de Miguel no me corresponde, su autoría es de Ethiobirds en Twitter. Espero puedan apoyarme con la historia y mencionarme si pueden. Conocer sus opiniones también me animaría bastante. Espero que lo disfruten.

El sabor del rojo

Miguel dragón x fem reader

SINÓPSIS

Tras siglos de conflicto entre los humanos y los dragones luego de que los segundos fueran exiliados de sus tierras mucho tiempo atrás, la guerra se había desatado en la frontera de Adnis e Ignis. Tú, la sexta princesa humana de Adnis, protegías junto con tus soldados la ciudad de Kaliz del asedio por parte de los dragones que invaden tu reino, es entonces que luchas incansablemente contra los soldados ignicianos hasta que te encuentras con Miguel O´Hara, también conocido como el emperador dragón y líder del sanguinario ejército rojo.

Pierdes la guerra, pero él te ha perdonado la vida y ha accedido a firmar un acuerdo de paz con el rey humano, tu padre. Durante la discusión por generar un pacto entre sus naciones, liberar a los prisioneros de guerra y cesar el conflicto, el rey decide ofrecer a su segunda hija como una muestra de buena fe en búsqueda de la paz, algo a lo que Miguel accede bajo otras condiciones:

“Su oferta me es sin duda tentadora y no me niego a liberar a mis prisioneros, pero espero me permita hacer una pequeña objeción al respecto”.

“¿Acaso no le complace la mano de mi hija?”, respondió tu padre con la voz algo tensa.

“Ella… Simplemente no es de mi agrado”. Imaginaste a tu hermana bufar ofendida ante el comentario, pero seguramente también estaría algo aliviada. “Tengo a alguien más en mente”. Te estaba mirando a ti. “Deseo la mano de aquella mujer que guió a sus tropas en la batalla y que no titubeó al enfrentarme. A la letal mujer que osó dirigirme su espada al cuello. Deseo la mano de la menor de todas”, exclamó con una voz sedienta sin apartar la mirada de ti ni un solo segundo, posando su mano sobre la barbilla con su dedo índice sobre sus labios tal vez para disimular su leve sonrisa.

[ifwebefriends]

Please reblog for a bigger sample size!

[demigoddessqueens]

touch

Thinking of touch-starved men…, their eyes follow your hands and fingers so carefully, anxiously, getting easily jealous at how casual your touches are with others who are not them; always lingering where you are, seeking out your presence and just wanting a sliver of your attention away from everyone else; touch-starved ones who have a quiet gasp whenever you place your hands over theirs or just a casual friendly touch; chills along their spine and entire body as you play with their hair; hugs make them freeze in their tracks before arms tentatively wrap around you like your made of glass or a stardust that will vanish the second it’s over

EDIT: they can’t help but swallow down their moan(s) when your fingers brush through their hair, lightly touching the exposed back of their neck

Just….touch starved characters…

[vegetasbae]

Hey uhhh let’s stop putting oc fanfics under the xreader hashtag please😔😭

[skarkkk]

It was fucking rape. That's my fucking point of view.

What do you mean he liked it? What do you mean it was cheating? What do you mean I like her?

It was rape, there is no other interpretation other than rape.

Robby lived with two addicts and yet he was abandoned in a bar with free access to alcohol, and that's where it started.

He got drunk for the first time, he drank for the first time and he has no resistance to alcohol because he stays away as best he can for the simple fact that his parents were addicts who never cared about him. So he wanted to forget what was happening, to repress all of this and he turned to alcohol because where else would he go when everyone didn't give a damn about him, or his situation with Tory or his emotions? Where else was he supposed to go when his example of dealing with emotions is aggression and addiction? So he drank. He drank to a level where he couldn't formulate a response, a sentence, when Kwon came to talk to him and provoke him, and we know that if he was sober he would have done something. It was obvious on his own face listening to Kwon that he was spaced out, drunk, and then Zara approached him. And took him to her room, from where he came out the next morning. No memory of the night before, a headache, and still looking out of it, as we can see when she kissed him and he didn't even react to it. The level of alcohol this requires is the level of alcohol that prevents someone from giving consent.

— I barely remember last night

— Good thing I do

Can we see the exact connotation that something happened? That she actually took advantage of the boy who couldn't speak to give consent, who couldn't think to say no, who was too drunk for this to be acceptable? The fact that she shows no remorse whatsoever for this happening and yet kisses him again.

Besides the fact that the writers themselves are treating it like it's some kind of cheating with Tory, the characters themselves acting like he's not a vulnerable person being raped by someone who knows better?

I hate her and I hate the writers for making this like it's nothing. I don't want to be that girl, but being that girl, if the roles were reversed, would this be in the show? Would this be treated that way? Or would they actually treat it like the SA situation that it is?

From the beginning, you can see her interest in Robby - starting with that scene in the captains' photo shoot where she talks to Tory. She knows he's in a relationship. All those teasing scenes with Tory. Her taking advantage of Robby. Then the fight scene.

— You chose her over me?

Like, girl, what the fuck did you expect? He doesn't know you, he doesn't like you, you raped him and you're going after his girlfriend - the person he loves? How high is your ego to even consider that he would choose you? Axel's obsession with Sam I can understand more, although I still have my doubts. She was the first person to understand and see his situation with his sensei, she was friendly and he developed a protectiveness towards her. Although his attitude towards Miguel was wrong, he didn't rape Sam or act like a bitch towards her.

Iron Dragons and their obsession with the Miyagi-Do captains.

Zara Malik and the fact that she raped Robby Keene.

[its-me-katieee]

Striking Boundaries

Characters: Sensei Wolf, Y/N (Reader), Miyagi-Do Dojo, Axel, Zara, Cobra Kai Dojo, Iron Dragons Dojo, Miguel, Robby, Johnny, Tory

TW! StudentXteacher 18+

Not proof read

Chapter 1: The Arrival of the Iron Dragons

The Sekai Taikai was the perfect storm of rivalry and ambition, where only the strongest would emerge victorious. For you, Y/N, Miyagi-Do had always been about balance and growth—thanks to your father, Johnny Lawrence, and his relentless belief in your potential. Robby, your older brother, was your steady rock, always watching your back. And Miguel, though technically your stepbrother, never made you feel less than a true sibling. His overprotectiveness often mirrored Robby’s, though the two of them would never admit it.

But all of their guidance couldn’t prepare you for the Iron Dragons.

The moment Sensei Wolf’s dojo entered the arena, the atmosphere shifted. With fighters like Axel, a composed force of precision, and Zara, a blur of calculated energy, the Iron Dragons carried a sense of menace that sent shivers through even the most seasoned competitors. But none commanded attention like Sensei Wolf.

Standing tall with an intensity that seemed to silence the room, his dark eyes swept over the competition as if searching for weaknesses to exploit. He exuded control, his sharp features and stoic demeanor making him seem untouchable.

When his gaze landed on you, it felt as though he’d peeled back every layer of your defenses with a single glance.

“Creepy much?” Tory whispered, leaning in. “He’s just staring at you like you’re some kind of puzzle.”

You tore your eyes away, brushing it off. “It’s probably nothing. Let’s focus.”

But deep down, you couldn’t shake the way his presence had unsettled you—like he saw something in you that even you didn’t understand.

Chapter 2: The First Encounter

After a heated match with Cobra Kai that left you nursing a bruised wrist, you slipped away from your team to clear your head. Alone in the gym, you practiced your kata, each movement sharp but incomplete.

“I’d adjust your center of gravity.”

The voice startled you. Turning, you saw Sensei Wolf leaning casually against the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched you.

“Great,” you muttered. “The last thing I need is unsolicited advice.”

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Just an observation.” He stepped closer, the air around him charged with authority. “Your form’s solid, but you hesitate before committing. That hesitation? It’s a weakness.”

You glared at him. “I don’t need your analysis, Sensei.”

“Maybe not,” he replied smoothly. “But if you want to win, you’ll have to fix it.”

His confidence should’ve infuriated you, but instead, it intrigued you. He was too composed, too sure of himself.

“I’ll figure it out,” you said, your voice firmer than you felt.

He studied you for a long moment, then nodded. “See that you do.”

As he walked away, you found yourself lingering on his words—and the unsettling feeling that he’d gotten under your skin.

Chapter 3: Unofficial Training

Weeks later, frustrated by your plateau in training, you found yourself seeking him out. The Iron Dragons’ dojo was empty, save for Wolf, who was running through a kata with precision that left you breathless.

“You were right,” you said, breaking the silence.

He turned, raising an eyebrow. “About?”

“My hesitation,” you admitted reluctantly. “Can you help me?” (Nervously fiddled with your fingers)

His gaze sharpened. “You want me to train you?.”

“Then don’t tell anyone,” you said, stepping closer. “I need to get better, and you’re the only one who can push me.”

For a moment, he seemed to weigh the risks. Then he nodded. “Fine. But if we do this, you follow my rules. No questions.”

You agreed, not realizing how much his methods—and his presence—would change you.

Chapter 4: Crossing Boundaries

Wolf’s training was relentless. He forced you to confront your weaknesses, both physical and emotional, in ways that left you raw and exposed.

One evening, as he corrected your stance, his hands lingered a moment too long on your waist. The tension between you had been building for weeks, unspoken but undeniable.

You looked down and saw how hard he was

“You’re distracted,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“How could I not be” you replied, your gaze meeting his.

His jaw tightened. “We can’t do this, it’s not right.”

“It feels right…so why stop?” you whispered, taking a step closer

The kiss was electric, a collision of all the emotions you’d been holding back. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you against him, while your fingers tangled in his hair.

He then took you in his office and took off your clothes and asked “Are you sure you want to this?” You looked at him with lustful eyes “yes” I begged. And that was his last straw he took off his gi and he layed you on the couch and bent down to your clot and stared eating you out “ngh! Keep going ah!” You moaned while gripping his hair to keep going he then looked up and made eye contact while you cream on his face “My you taste good” while licking his fingers.

“My turn” you then felt confident wanting to please him. He then set down and you bent to his lower region and started taking him in the mouth (he’s a good 8.5 inch with gurth ofc 😉) he groaned ahh~ which made you go faster and deeper. With slurping noise in the background he finished and told you to swallow it and like a good student you did.

He flipped you over “you ready?” All you could do was moan “yes please~!” He inserted himself in you

And it hurt he bent down to kiss you “it’s okay your doing good, tell when I can move” you gave him a nod and he slowly stared to move then went faster hitting your g-spot “ngh~!! Keep going!! Yeah right there!!!” You moaned he slapped your ass “be quiet others might hear” “good” you said it as not really caring at the moment you both then finishes at the same time.

When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours. “This can’t happen again,” he murmured.

You nodded, but neither of you believed it.

Chapter 5: Suspicious Glances

The late-night sessions and stolen moments didn’t go unnoticed. Axel and Zara exchanged knowing glances during training, while Miguel and Robby grew increasingly protective monitoring your every move.

One afternoon, Tory cornered you. “What’s going on with you and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding?”

“Nothing,” you said blushing .

“Uh-huh,” she said, crossing her arms. “Look, I’m your best friend. If you’re hiding something, you better have a damn good reason.”

You hesitated, torn between trust and fear. “It’s complicated,” you admitted.

Tory sighed. “Just don’t get yourself hurt. Or caught.”

“Thank you Tory”

“Mhm”

Chapter 6: The Breaking Point

The Sekai Taikai finals loomed, and the pressure was suffocating. One night, during a heated argument, Wolf’s resolve cracked.

“You don’t understand what’s at stake!” he snapped. “If anyone finds out—”

“I know the risks,” you interrupted. “But I’m willing to take them. Aren’t you?”

The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken truths. Then, in a moment of weakness, he pulled you into another desperate kiss.

“You’re going to destroy me,” he whispered against your lips.

“Maybe,” you replied. “But you’re worth it.”

“What. The. Fuck.” “……..” said

ANYWAYSSS how did I do guys? this is my first time making a fanfic EVER!!! Lmao and a spicy scene. please don’t be scared to correct me on anything (just be nice cuz I be sensitive 😭 😓)

Part 2? Maybe idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

[tarjapearce]

Ahem-Anon reporting for duty 🫡

I have come with a mighty need. The need is called: dragon miguel and mermaid reader. I mean hmmmggh? So cute? he a firey dragon, she a pretty lil mermaid? He totes call her his sirenita. Total opposites and kinda a forbidden love? A romeo and juliet thing, minius the tragic death ending. And they always secretly meet in a cave (miguel build it so his sirenita can swim there) they decorated it together and it’s just the best of both, their own little world and happy place. And i can’t help but wonder how do they do the 👀👀👀👀 and omg what if he gets her pregnant and all? Like he was away for a few months to defend his territory and she surprises him with her baby bum and its all dragon nest building and him being protective as f. Also scared because damn? This is a first since the beginning of time. Baby Gabi would totes be the first waterdragon 😂

Can I have your imagination borrowed for a second? Please? HOLY fuck. When I read dragon Miguel only reminded me of that beautiful fan art of him as a dragon I saw on Pinterest ♥️♥️. A bit long if you squint.

Crimson. His hands were covered in little crimson stains that oozed from his side. He was... injured.

Impossible.

A dragon? Like him? The King of Dragons. Foolish. But as much as he wanted to shake the measly pain that pulsated every time he moved forward, to the rocky cannon on the forgotten beach, it remained there, etched and oozing.

The cannons were used as his lair, his home. He collapsed on what seemed to be his bed, a l shaped stone that was a few meters away from a small entrance from the sea. Like a secret entrance.

The splashing as he collapsed alarmed him, red eyes shone in anger as a low growl echoed through. And then, his eyes settled on you. Burning eyes softened in curiosity as he saw dainty fingers peeking behind a stone, your eyes settled on him, watching his every move.

Was he hallucinating? No.

He certainly wasn't because the creature stared at him, more specifically to his wound. You went back on the water, long fish-like tail, shining softly, like if the rainbows had decided to adhere in your scales.

A mermaid?

He believed them extinct. Humans had surely haunted everything they could lay their wretched hands on.

A few moments later, the splashing returned, this time you weren't hiding behind the rock. You were before him, naked torso, wet hair stuck on your back. Hands holding what it seemed to be a moss-like plant within a shell. You offered. He frowned.

Why would he trust her? for all he knew Mermaids were also wretched creatures that lured men to death. But your frown matched his, like you had you just read his thoughts.

"Your blood will only attract other creatures that won't be as kind as I am" You mumbled. His eyes widened slightly. Of course you could speak. His blood dripped on the water and you scrunched your nose, pushing the shell further near him.

"You're welcome" you giggled and went back from where you came.

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Ever since that encounter, Miguel would certainly find subtle ways to lure you back to him. He surely wasn't inmune to mermaid beauty, his trust issues however made always to look past your looks, he wanted to find out what your intentions were, why you were always willing to just stare at him, expecting to something to happen, why would you always come back.

"Im just curious as to why I have been forbidden to mingle with the creatures above. You aren't that bad."

You'd smile sweetly at him to look back at the water.

"I gotta go. Will I see you again?"

He'd just nod and you disappeared.

His injury had been long healed. A couple of hours after you had offered the moss actually.

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He'd see you again and again, almost every day, a weird sort of fear settled in his chest whenever you didn't show up for more than three days. You had created this sort of routine where you would just show up, staring at eachother until one of you, (you mostly of the time) asked for questions.

What was up there on land? Was there a lot of humans? Who was he? Why was he hiding? Patiently he'd explain through short answers just to see the glint in your eyes at every word that came from his mouth.

Three days had passed, no sign from you, until you'd appear again, cuts and wounds covering your body, sweet scented blood oozed from your cuts, too tired to remain conscious.

Humans. They had tried to hunt you.

He'd pick you up and put you to safety, your torso resting in the sand. A few droplets of his blood wetted your lips. You'd be fine when he'd return. He turned on his back, rage boiling as the beast within him roared to be set free. He flew away with a new target on sight. The docks.

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You were his adoration. Despite the world trying to hurt you, you remained kind, ever sweet and curious. You were his Sirenita.

He'd burn entire ships for you. The world itself if you asked him nicely enough. Dragon's nature prevented him to share with others. Not that he wanted to share you with anyone else anyway. It was only you and him.

The first kiss held so much passion, sweetness and longing. You couldn't lay in his lap without feeling dizzy by the lack of water after a few minutes. A trouble that seemed a big impediment to completely have you for himself.

He disappeared with the promise of coming back.

Was he?

You didn't know but hope set in your heart. He had never broken a promise so far.

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Upon his return he gave you a small potion jar, you drank it after he explained what would it do. Bit by bit fins and scales were shedded from you, melding into humanoid like features, only to finally reveal supple and unmarred human legs and feet.

You were now also part human. He kissed you, cradling your wobbly body on his strong arms.

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You mated almost every night, the once hidden cannon on the beach, forgotten, as he had taken you to his real home. Hidden away in the mountains, but close enough to the sea to sate your need of swimming and dive. You could shape-shift at will. But preferred to be with him, nesting in his arms.

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You'd notice your belly expanding and getting rounder by each month. He had noticed too. The urge to devour and crush anyone who trespassed in his home had only turned stronger, making his dragon form to become more vicious to the outside, yet careful to not being discovered.

Miguel would feed you, take care of you until a baby was born. It was a girl.

He was The Dragon King. And now a father.

A clueless one if you might add.

He'd flinch when tiny baby arms would flail to take a hold of him. He'd growl whenever said baby wailed at night, interrupting his rough mating with you. Strangely enough, his daughter only quieted down when he held her or you nursed her.

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He'd marvel with pride as his daughter swum through the waters, faster than a ship could ever do. But of course the three would remain hidden from the world. Away from prying and wretched hands that could hurt you.

You both were his treasure. The things he held dear the most.

[futurealchemy]

hear me out: the hope kids having matching halloween costumes, but the costumes in question are rotbtd. specifically hiro as hiccup, miguel as jack, riley as merida and mei as rapunzel.

[nazrigar]

Weretober 2024 - Komodo Dragon and Marine Iguana

Some of Myles' lecturers. They're both pretty important people in Myles' life, be it as people he looks up to or because he just loves being one of their students.

Mary Mantell is a respected woman of many talents and the lady that basically revolutionized how people see dragons, among other contributions to literature, paleontology and archeological studies. She is a professor of draconology.

A prim and proper lady that, while at first glance seems aloof, she keeps her friendships close.

Miguel Guerrero is Myles' primary ecology professor, and a bundle of anxiety. He loves and dreads his jobs in equal measure. Loves it because he gets to share stories and pass down knowledge and explore nature. Dreads it because he's smol in comparison to his much more physically powerful students, who, at a whim, probably will throw down with a wild, territorial animal. Myles did it before, and the memory of Myles vs. a Cassowary in Basilisk form remains fresh in his mind.

[demigoddessqueens]

hugs

thinking of the tightest hugs possible, ones that start so slow and hesitant with arms slowly circling around before they get tight, burying their head in the crook of the neck to hide the betraying emotions behind eyes screwed shut, perhaps flirting with the idea of a kiss on the cheek, fingers digging into the shoulders and where they meet the back to hold on as if it feels like the last time, a forlorn grimace when one pulls away because it wasn’t enough time to savor the feel/touch of another, interlocking fingers when you pull away as if it’s still enough (it’s not)

[tarjapearce]

Yeah you started a need with the mermaid and dragon. Can we pleaaaaaassseeee get more about like their first time and the pregnancy? I mean must be difficult for a water being to carry a fire being. Guess poor little sirenita was often pretty sick during her pregnancy and needed very cool water to avoid dying from fever their little baby dragon caused her.

🥹🥹 Poor sirenita. A little nsfw under the cut, fluff ❤️

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Despite your need of running and move the way he did with his legs, you still were getting used to baby steps. He'd take your hands and guide you forward, wobbly step after wobbly step soon turned into more firm and steady ones. Until you were prancing around him, giggling and laughinat the fact that you could walk and that finally, you could spend more than a couple of minutes on his lap, caressing and kissing eachother.

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Of course he would make the most out of the potion the witch had concocted for him, pretty, supple thighs were always the ones that straddled his hips. And this time the caresses went a bit more physical. He shedded his armor and clothes. Horns protuding from his head that collided against yours.

"I want you" you had mumbled and it was enough for him to peel your stolen cloths away. He savoured every inch of your body with his eyes.

With a fiery breath, he lit up the fire nearby the nest you had for a bed. He had created a hay bed, for your comfort. that was covered with a thick duvet. He was about to take you there when you stopped him and shook your head, you wanted him here. In the spot where you both met.

He'd laid you down gently, careful to not break you, mouth planting kisses in the tender and shivering skin of your neck. His hands caressed your most prominent erogenous zones. Breasts, neck, lower belly and finally, your slit. A little plush of hair on the top, decoring your pubic mount.

His fingers parted your folds gently, and rubbed tiny, slow and lazy circles on your pearly nub. The sounds you made were delicious. He would be your first. Your hips jumped his fingers, trying to earn more friction. It was something stinctive.

He'd kiss and nip at your breast, to then flick his thumb faster, earning more sweet cries, until you came undone. It was a powerful sensation, your senses roared alive, skin crawled and he drowned your sweet coos with his mouth. A clawed hand held you firmly as he slowly pressed in between your folds.

You hiccuped and sobbed at the intrusion. He groaned at your tightness, but remained buried there, feeling the soft twitchs of your insides. He cradled you in his arms, whispering sweet encouraging words.

"You're taking it so well, Princesa." He'd spoke in between soft pants. As much as he'd want to let lose and ravage you, he wanted for you to enjoy, to feel his love filling you up over and over until you were a babbling mess on his arms every night.

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The nauseous wave that hit you the first time was overwhelming. You had rushed from bed and spilled all the contents behind a rock. Your stomach felt burning, no matter how many times you went for a swim, the feeling didn't go away.

Concern was plastered all over his sharp face as he watched you, curled in the hay bed, holding your lower belly and whimpering out of discomfort.

He'd bring you water. Not salty water, but fresh spring cold water. It made the uncomfortableness to subside temporarily We're you sick? How he could help you? Would he be actually able to help you?

You'd retch away from him whenever he brought you wild berries, or cooked a vegatable stew for you. The only things your stomach actually tolerated were fish and other sea food, either raw or cooked, you'd eat yours and his in one go.

It dawned on him, his fiery temple froze upon the realization. You were pregnant.

How such thing was even possible, he didn't know. He knew many things but the possibilities of mating and creating a new specimen, hybrid between two magical creatures, was something he, even in his thousands of years alive, had ever heard of.

But there you were, plump, scarfing down your food, soon to be swollen with his child.

He was concerned.

What if the creature inside you was actually hurting you? Would you survive giving birth to it? Would he lose you? The last thought made his chest to heave. He summoned the witch.

Jessica. She passed as another villager at one of the distant towns. Only she knew about Miguel's existence. and now, his hideout.

The small cave looked cozy, homey almost. An attempt to make it a bit more of your own happy little world. Her eyes settled on you, pity crossing her gorgeous features.

"I understand your pain, dear." She had mumbled as you cried, feeling suffocated.

"Sometimes is too much. Too hot. I c-can't" She wiped your eyes and put the tears into a small container."

"I want her pain to go away." Miguel grumbled and Jessica shook her head.

"It is not that simple. She is a water being, Miguel. And you are fire itself. It's fascinating. But dangerous. She is weakened."

"What do you need?"

"Your blood and her bile. It would take some days to prepare a potion to soothe her sickness, but It'll help her to be more comfortable. This is new to her body."

One of the main reasons Miguel trusted Jessica, was her honor and honesty . She never lied and always explained what to do. But mostly of all, she had already been a mother.

"I will be back within two days. In the meantime, keep her away from everything that revolts her stomach. She needs to keep her strength and bathe her in that pond."

"It's dangerous to go out."

"Unless you actually know how to create a small pond for her within this fortress, I'd suggest you to take her at dawn. Since she is now part human, her body is in dire need of water. Sweet sort of water." , She picked up the samples and disappeared into thin air.

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He'd feed you the spiced potion Jessica had gotten him, every time you felt in the brink of breaking. But eventually the most dangerous first three months had passed. You'd still scarfed his food down, something he'd find endearing. And of course that wouldn't stop you from mating, Your scent had changed to him into something more addicting.

The urge to protect you only strengthened, He'd rub small circles on your aching muscles. His temperature felt incredibly delicious to soothe the pain that remained in your lower spine. He didn't know how heavy it was for you, but seeing you support on the walls and waddling over to him, only made his heart to bloom with a feeling he thought long forgotten.

A child like wonder took over him. What would the baby be like? A bit of both for sure.

The day came, and against Jessica's laughing at his distress, she helped you to give birth. A human looking child. A girl. Black and silky curls perched on her tiny head, skin matched his. her nose was definitely yours. You cried as you held her, adoration in your eyes.

She was yours and you both were his.

[turrondeluxe]

Gabi and Migue and the real latino experience of watching Dragon Ball with your sibling

[ink-wells-and-feathers]

I really like the hope kids actually :) history is full circle and I like being silly with these characters and I think it's really nice. It makes me happy

[doves-wing]

some of yall lucanis fans are just sexualizing and fetishizing him and i wish you could see how weird and disgusting and uncomfortable it is for everyone around you

[artofyangaros]

Here's a Spider-Verse style challenge I finished recently! I drew a few characters in the styles of different animated series. I don't think I nailed everything but it was fun to draw everyone, one at a time.