#I feel UNWELL
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IT’S ALL IN MY TUMMYYYYYAAAUGHHH
IT’S GETTING STICKY !! 𝒻𝓉. 𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒶 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
summary: living in an alternate universe where the A/B/O dynamic contributes to societal norms, you ask your werewolf boss to help you through your heat. it can't cause any more problems, right?
tags: afab! reader, slow-burn??, knotting, praising, ruts and heat, possessive and clingy behavior, slick, soft sex, mentions of claws and elongated canines, and biting is mentioned.
author’s note: this fic is primarily for me as this was supposed to be posted for kinktober, but got help back as I had to research this 😭 and this is a super late birthday present for myself ngl—
The cycles of heats and ruts were meticulously scheduled, a system that you, had come to know. Each month, the 17th stood out boldly, encircled in an obnoxious pink heart drawn with a highlighter and accentuated by a pink pen. The vivid hue clashed dramatically with the monochrome palette of his stark office, where the muted greys and blacks formed a backdrop as dreary as the paperwork piled high on his desk.
This method of marking is brilliant in its simplicity—nontraceable, yet striking enough to be easily noticed past Miguel’s paperwork. It was a system that worked, a colorful beacon.
But the aroma, no, the stench—it’s hard to drown out.
Let alone ignore.
It was a sweet aroma he adores. That sweet, enticing smell always stirred his stomach. It was enough to make anyone throw up from the smell. But the smell became a familiarity for Miguel. The smell always plagued him, no matter what he uses to remove the smell.
The smell was similar like you: Sticky and stubborn to get rid of.
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The sickening sound of the bed springs rocking under the additional weight broke the apartment's typical silence. “C’mon, let me slide it in…” He growls against the shell of your ear, his elongated canine nipping at a tiny bit of skin. His hardening cock nudged and nudged, pleading for a form of entry. His words feign harm. He croons meaningless words, slowly rubbing his veiny length against your soft, puffy lips. “It’s not gonna fit” are the only words escaping your lips. The only words. “I’ll make it fit.” He hisses, a throb at the base of his cock, waiting for him to release the knot at his balls.
He looms over you like a shadow, his lips moving from the shell of your ear to your cupid’s bow. A yearn of softness. A plead of physical contact that didn’t involve lust or ruts. You reach up, attempting to sew his lips against yours and to keep him there.
He exhales a heavy groan, his breath sweeping a lost strand of hair away from your face. “Please,” his eyes narrow. The dim lights of your room emphasize the color crimson in his iris. Red mixes with your hazelnut color, a combination of lava and graphite.
“You can do it.” He rasps before gently guiding the head of his tip to your fluttering entrance. His bulbous tip gently moved up and down your slit. A soft groan escapes the back of his throat, the sensation of your walls engulfing him and suffocating him. Even with the diamond shimmer of slick, the rut in his gut nearly suffocated his cock. It was as if a barbed wire was around his shaft, squeezing and probing for release. His hand grasp at his length, squeezing at it before pushing the mushroom-y tip inside. He uses his free hand to grab at your rear, eyeing at the exotic sight of your greedy walls taking him and gripping onto him like a vice.
“I can’t…!” A strained stretch overwhelmed you as his breathing fanned your skin, cooling down the warm and sweat forming at your brow. “Atta girl,” He groans, his hands grasping onto your hips. His fingernails dive into your skin, dribbles of blood seeping out the swell of your skin and rolling down your skin. The noise from the back of his throat escapes as his elongated fangs bared out and made contact between your shoulder and neck. The piercing bite punctures tiny indent holes, some of the bites molding into the skin while three of them seep blood.
“Look at you. You’re taking me so well.” The thrusts were heavy, pushing and demanding before pulling out nearly all the way, leaving his tip in and slamming his length back in with ease. The shouts of his name morph into breathy moans, your hips moving with his at an agonizing slow pace, trying to keep up. He bites his tongue, holding back any snarky remarks.
But a squeeze sends him down to you as he continues with the brutal force, his hips snapping into you like a leather whip. “Do that again, it feels nice.” He croons, his hand reaching to grab your tit instead. You weakly squeeze your walls against his cock with a whine, his hand slapping your squeezed breast. “Don’t tease. Your teasing is torture, mami.” He lets go of your breast and fists at the now torn bedsheets instead. His claws sink into the ripped material, creating more rigid tears into the silky fabric. The inconsistent kegal patterns sent chills down his spine, pleading for him, squeezing him to finish. “There we go.” He paises as your weakened actions barely mirror his desperate, manic motion. You cover your lips with your hands, harsh breathing fanning the pillow case.
“Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you, mamas.”
The overstimulation flooded chills down your spine as he sloppily thrusts his tip against your g-spot. The harsh, rapid pressure point pushed down and rubbed, nudging you to the edge of a cliff. To the cliff of an orgasm with a tumble of a slip and slide of slick. “Miguel, ‘m gonna cum.” Your voice is shushed but choked up, at the brink of finishing. His motions were blurred, your field of vision no longer on your pink bedsheets, rather, the white ceiling above you. His hand moves quick, his palms pushing down on your lower stomach. “Go ahead, untie that sensation.” His breath fans your prespired forehead, managing to cool you down temporarily. A pathetic scowl is evident on his lips, your body slowly leaning forward for a kiss, even if it’s a small, pathetic one. The slow motion caught his attention. He furrowed his brows, rumination running rampant in his head.
He brushes his lips against yours, his lips ghosting the tip of your nose. Even though the rapid, needy thrust, the undertone of a soft kiss ghosted your skin before moving down to his desired target. It said “I need you.”
You eagerly reciprocate, sewing your lips onto his, the locking kiss making your head spin. The kiss is intoxicatingly sweet, like poison, sweet as your aroma. Every kiss made him want to consume the sweet, juicy peach-like smell, intoxicating him to ravish more, to have a certain hunger for it.
He slowly pulls away, hesitant to let the kiss come to an end.
He looks down, his eyes tracing down to the two of you, watching himself disappear inside of you. Your eyes move downwards as well, enjoying the sight before you. You bite your tongue, holding back any snarky remarks. The heavy strokes come to an end, the warmth of his cum flooding your fluttering walls. The rut and knots interlinked between the two of you, the blissful high washing down onto your flushed skin.
His once rough and demanding touches transformed into soft, tender caresses that spoke of affection that contradicted his actions from before. He tenderly lifts his hand to cradle your cheek, his skin warm against yours. His thumb glides softly along your skin, applying just enough pressure to draw you closer, igniting a warmth into your skin. The gentleness of his caress contrasts sharply with the past, weaving intimacy into every moment shared. He basks in your softness, wiping away any stray tears if there were there. But really, it was just a pathetic excuse to touch your skin.
“I got you,” He whispers into your flushed skin. “I’ve always got you.”
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#blue’s recs 🫀#blue’s lab moots 🤖#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara x fem!reader#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel ohara smut#dia…..oh dia…..#I’ll be honest#i’ve never read straight werewolf/abo stuff before this#BUT IM HERE AND ACCOUNTED FOR#him being desperate then turning soft…ugh#need him and that kno-#‘mamas’ ITS DRIPPING. SOPPING#I’m acting out of character#i feel unwell#rereading before i gts so he shows up in my dreams
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Wanting to throw up rn thinking that Dean thought angels couldn’t love like that and then realizing as he sits on the floor of the bunker with a bloody handprint on his shoulder that he could’ve had Cas the whole time if he had just said something
#the weight of what Jensen said just hit me really late idk why#I feel UNWELL#spn#destiel#supernatural#dean winchester#deancas#dean x cas
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4x05 // 4x09
#black sails#hi. im going insane.#do you understand.#you had nothing to fearrrrrrr you stupid dumb fuck you had NOTHING TO FEAR#i feel unwell
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Update on LMK
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vent art bcuz the actual fk
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I'm going to be thinking about this for a long time
#he trusts tav so much and he loves them#i feel unwell#astarion x tav#astarion#tav#panel from hell#bg3 spoilers#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate oc#bg3 gif
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Ceil’s blog causes me endless torment instance #4206969:
Ghost with a wedding ring…that he swaps out for those silicon rings while he’s working…doesn’t wear dog tags but wears his ring around his neck…
…wedding ring shaped tan line on his ring finger…
…wedding ring digging into your skin when he smushes your cheeks…
#simon ghost riley#thanks for giving a name to this madness ceil!!!#it’s called a marriage kink#i feel unwell
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No but Herbert “what was it about Meg you liked?” guessing (apparently correctly) it was her heart—so what, her kindness, the essence of her, her personality?(the body doesn’t matter)—Dan saying “it’s Meg” when it’s so clearly not Meg. The body doesn’t matter. Also he’s cooked. He just wants her back. Her heart. and Dan explicitly rejecting the Bride’s body once he finally realizes it’s not her. The only part of Herbert’s body he likely values is his brain. But Dan isn’t interested in that. It’s the heart he wants. What if Herbert put Meg’s heart in himself. Would Dan love him? Would it fix him? Make him lovable? Or would he still be rejected? Does the body matter? What would Herbert have to do to make Dan love him?
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„Tell me your number. I‘ll remember every single digit.“ UNPROVOKED??? THAME, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Dropping the most romantic line and not expecting me Po to fall for you immediately????
#I screamed#how dare he#wtf#and then repeating the number over and over again#I feel unwell#this is just unfair#I can‘t#this is how I die#thamepo#thamepo the series#thamepo heart that skips a beat#thamepo ep 3#thame x po
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i just finished dungeon meshi. what the fuck am i supposed to do now.
PINE AND YEARN?
#i feel unwell#finishing this has me feeling empty#laying here contemplating life like why. why this.
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BUT IT'S THE WAY JACK GLANCES AT JOKER'S LIPS WHEN HE'S ASKING HIM TO MAKE THE PROMISE
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♤ No, because you're not the one who was there when I had my first panic attack.
No, because you're not the one who was there when I was dealing my ED.
No, because you're not the one was there when I was praying to a God I didn't believe in to "please fix my family. Make us happy so then they would love me" or when it changed to "why?"
No, because you're not the one who was there when I was staying up night after night, crying my eyes out until I completely shut down and went numb.
No, because you're not the one who was there when I had to suppressed parts of me to be better liked
No, because you're not the one who was there when multiple times I could have ended it all and almost did.
No, because you're not the one who was there to help me mourn.
No, because you're not the one who was there when everything fell apart.
No, because you're not the one who was ever there for me.
I was. Me.
You weren't there for anything. You didn't even know. No one knows what I've held myself together through and I'm still trying to figure out what I did it for. Because it sure as hell wasn't for you.
#trauma#mental illness#mental problems#autism#actually autistic#shitty family#shitty friends#shitty parents#shitty life#family issues#parental issues#neglect#abandonment issues#mommy issues#daddy issues#avoidant attachment#emotionally unavailable#i feel unwell#i feel like shit#i feel unworthy#i feel unlovable#i feel unsafe#etchvent
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doc accidentally calling hypno biffa in his latest episode made me deeply emotional in a way words cannot describe
#the fact that most viewers probably don't even know who biffa is ......#do you ever just look up and realise so much time has passed. i'm getting old and suddenly everything is so different#everything is changing nothing stays the same and all at once everything is unrecogniseable#and i wonder at what point i stopped noticing#i feel unwell#anyways.#docm77#hermitcraft#horsemeatposting
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sid and his lovely gray curls looking all kinds of pretty…
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Bye this chapter killed me im literally never getting over them ever in my entire life
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Quick question: how does one go through the rest of the day normally when they've just watched the last episode of M*A*S*H?
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