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[nymphbnny]

LOST KITTY

────── o.miguel

psa: i’ve been wanting to write filth about that man ever since i saw him so this is gonna be a one shot about him outside the spiderman universe ; no claws and fangs lol

tw: miguel o’hara x fem reader, unedited, teasing, fingering, oral sex (female), spanking, miguel hinting he wants to feel your second hole (lmao i know), doggy sex, unprotected, slight hair pulling, use of the word daddy (once). MDNI

⤷ after losing your kitty and having put notice everywhere, a man finally comes at your door to give you what you’ve been looking for.

“oh my god!” you exclaimed as soon as you opened your front door, greeted with the mewls of your lost kitty. you nearly teared up as you take him from the stranger’s arms, pulling him close to your chest. “i thought i’d never see you again,” you whispered to your fluffy boy, as it licked your face. it took you a few minutes to finally acknowledge the man standing in front of you.

“i’m so sorry,” you sniffed, extending your hand to present yourself. “where did you find him?” you held your puppy even closer, at last taking in the handsome buff man. he was gorgeous.

“i saw the notice a few days ago and stumbled across him by mistake really, i’m glad i could help. you’re lucky he wasn’t very far from your location.” he explained, his hand gripping your door frame. “miguel o’hara, nice to meet you.” he reached to shake your hand, your puppy licking his fingers. you both chuckled and stood silence for a while until you finally spoke up.

“oh right the reward, i’m so sorry for keeping you here, i’m just still taken back.” you smiled, miguel’s lips mirroring yours as he anticipated your moves and grabbed your arm gently, stopping you. “i didn’t do it for the money, i know what it feels like to lose a pet. i’m really glad i could help.” he stated, his beautiful spanish accent rolling out the words. deep down, you felt a weird attraction towards him. tall, beautifully tan, buff, cheekbones sitting up high his face. he was so perfect. you wouldn’t mind inviting him to get to know him better.

“at least let me invite you for a cup of coffee? lemonade?” you began guessing with a sweet smile, miguel chuckled before rubbing his hand across his face. “sure why not.” god he was hot.

as soon as he stepped in, his tall figure fully towered over you, giving you an entire view of how tall he was. he fixed his hair and waited for you to invite him further in to follow you. you stepped to the side, reaching behind him to close the door then mentioned him to follow you to the kitchen. “lemonade is fine thanks.” he politely said, watching as you gently put down your cat and bent over to reach for the lemonade that was sitting at the lower shelf of your fridge. he gulped, restraining himself from looking at your perfectly shaped ass, reminding himself that he wasn’t a pervert freak. he wanted to dip his finger in your jeans to pull you back against him and roam his hands on your ass. it was killing him.

you turned around, your cleavage showing as your tank top was pulled down by your hand movements to open the bottle and serve him some.

“there you go,” you drank, miguel following your lead. “i’m really glad i had the address in the papers. i’m even more thankful that no creeps showed up to my place instead.” you chuckled, the tension building up as you caught him gazing at you, his elbow resting on your marble counter. there was something electrifying about this man to say the least.

he smiled at you, gulping the last drops remaining then said: “i had a cat, but it died a few years back.” he frowned. “i’m so sorry.” you put your hand on his forearm, his muscles tensing under your touch. miguel looked at your concerned face and smiled gently, putting his hand over yours and leaned in. he wasn’t sure what he was going to do next.

“you smell good.” you muttered out, earning a small hum in return. you felt pulled in by his demeanor and you wanted more. “miguel…”

“¿si bonita?” he spoke up, his finger lifting your chin up. your thighs rubbed together, the friction of the jeans leaving a low sound that he heard. “tell me what’s wrong,” his hand moved up to rub your arm.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to,” you pulled back, afraid he’d think that you were just a thirsty woman who’d fuck anyone you just stepped into her house. but he was way ahead of your thoughts. “you’re not doing anything wrong. if you want me to leave just say so, i can l-“ you interrupted him, your body beating your brain as you got on your tip toes and kissed him. it didn’t take him long to smirk and kiss you back, his palm bringing your head closer. his other arm wrapped around your waist, slightly pulling you up.

you tilted your head, his tongue parting your lips. you gently sucked on it, making him squeeze your waist. “miguel,” you whispered between kisses. your hands grabbed his shoulders. “qué?” you bit your lip, guiding his hand down your thigh, watching how his eyes lit up when he felt your throbbing core. “want me to help you out?” he chuckled once you began riding his hand. he gripped your covered cunt, feeling its pulse before smacking your plump ass. “such a nice body, such a pretty face,” he muttered, sliding down your jeans along with your white panties.

“wait- i didn’t shave,” you remembered, your face red in embarrassment. he swat your hand away, grabbing your hips as he pulled you up easily and sat you on the counter. “i’m not a boy bebe, spread open let me see,” his words made the tips of your ears grow redder, intimidated by him as you slowly opened your legs for him, his finger going around your exposed sex, teasing you. you squirmed, watching miguel eye your pussy. “so beautiful, can’t wait to have a taste,” he deadpanned, pushing his index finger in your entrance.

“mig, shit,” you moaned as he curled his finger, enjoying how you squirmed before removing his finger and inserting it again. he loved the way your pussy was clenching over nothing. “please,” you begged him pushing your hips closer to him. he didn’t think you’d be so needy, but he wasn’t cruel. he couldn’t say no to such a sweet creature. he pushed his finger in again, kneeling so he could take a better look at your pussy. your fingers tangled up in his hair as he began kissing your thighs, then trailed towards the inner flesh. he added another finger, feeling the stretch caused by his big fingers, a yelp followed by a hum of pleasure leaving your lips. his kisses and bites reached your clit, slowly kissing your bud before sucking it, his fingers still working against your soft insides.

“fuck, so good, ahh,” there was something so exciting about having a stranger eating you out in your kitchen. a hot stranger. he was eating your pussy better than anyone has ever done before. slurping and sucking on your pretty cunt like a hungry man. he spread your legs further open with his hands, his face fully buried against your sex, enjoying the slick and wetness leaking out of your tiny hole. you bucked your hips, his fingers teasing that special spot. “dios, you taste so good, so sweet,” he murmured as his tongue kept lapping your spasming cunt. “miguel, mig,” you whimpered, your orgasm washing all over your body, your upper half thrown back as your elbows were your only support to hold yourself from falling. “cum undone baby, c’mon”

and you did. miguel was more than happy to lick you clean, his hands grabbing your thighs to pull you up and kiss you, lifting you up to put you back on your feet. however you weren’t just needy, you were also greedy. now that you had a taste of what sex might be with him, you wanted more.

“are you okay princesa?” he asked grabbing your face. you nodded, your hand instantly pressing the growing bulge in his pants. “i want it,” you pout, rubbing your hand over his clothed dick, a wince leaving his lips.

“you’re killing me,” he looked down softly at you before his animalistic instinct came forth and turned you around pulling your ass against him, your hips rotating to grind up on him. “tan hermosa,” miguel groaned before slapping your flesh, making it giggle and he could’ve sworn he just died at the sight. he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, his hard member slapping against your round shape. you giggled, moving your hips as if you were toying with him, his dick softly rubbing on your flesh. he spanked you again, and again, the sound of your yelps and the way your ass jiggled making him go crazy.

“i want to feel this ass,” he whispered, his hand carefully going from your second hole to your lower back. “maybe another time, though,” his words made you shiver, excited even. miguel stroked his dick for a few seconds before running it up and down your slit, gathering your slick then slowly pushing his pretty tip in. “mierda,” he exhaled, your walls squeezing him as he pushed himself in, helping you accommodate to his size inch by inch. “gonna make you remember each vein bebe,”

you mewled, your face pressed on the cold marble. miguel’s hand went to grab your hip as the other wrapped around your hair to adjust your angle, his hips thrusting slowly and deeply. “miguel, so big, ngh, so good,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back as he began picking up his pace, his hand going from grabbing your hip to spanking you then going back to its original place. he pulled at your hair, making your body jolt up.

he kissed your head, his hips hitting yours, making the sounds of your skins clapping together louder. although your ass was taking all of his attention, he couldn’t help but slide his hand in your tanktop to pinch and fold your breasts. “so perfect, head to toe perfect,” he whispered in your ear, biting on your lobe. you went limb in his arms, unable to do anything but take his dick. “faster, please, faster,” you begged him, your arms wrapping around his neck, his face close to your face. miguel picked up his pace, his grunts audible in your ear.

“gimme your hand,” he deadpanned, taking your free hand and placing it on your lower stomach. “feel me? daddy’s here,” your body was on fire and the nickname he had just given himself was enough to send you over the edge. your legs shook as you came, your grip around him tightening as you held onto him. “good girl, cum on my cock,” he kissed your shoulder, his orgasm shortly following yours.

miguel pulled out, giving himself a few strokes before coming, the hot ropes of cum landing on your ass.

you both panted, regaining your breaths before you jokingly asked: “lemonade?”, making him burst out in laughter.

[dilsdelights]

just got a zap in my brain. a thought placed in my mind as if by god. body worship daforge.

[dilsdesigns]

here's what we got done during tonights stream! i honestly had an easier time with the skull and a harder time with the hourglass than i expected, but i reached a good stopping point a little early!

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Looks

↳ 2.08 Bad Call

[blueflipflops]

Fuck sports anime with kids as the main character. I want to see a sports anime about two coach rivals shit talking each other everytime their schools meet for practice match

[eggs-can-draw]

Slow Day with little Kokichi n Hajime, a rainy day at HPMS (and it's aftermath lol), and some miscellaneous naegamigiris in a very puts on an 8 hour long rain noises video alongside a soft playlist kinda vibe hope that communicated well lmao

[rad-roche]

longer term project: at some point i'd like to write a karras fic because he's the most interesting guy in the setting bar maybe garrett. pros: he's my scrimblo and i love him. cons: fuck me, he speaks early modern english

[wraithdance]

to the 5 phantom messages in my inbox, RIP I would have loved to know what you were about. :'(

[sproutbell]

dear god do not make me read another stupid “vote blue no matter who” liberal ass post

[blushblushbear]

now that Copa America has ended, i like to think ace and kelby watched most of the matches together

I---

I'm assuming this is a sports thing??? I'm so sorry, I don't know anything about sports!! <:c

PLEASE FORGIVE THIS NERD I DON'T KNOW WHAT A SPORT IS <X'C

but yeah honestly any sports stuff they'd be ON

bet they're on a team together and also do fantasy leagues like sport nerds

[nymphbnny]

jealous!porco has been heavy on my mind lately…

tw: slight chocking and slapping, mating press, rough sex (kinda), neck biting, drabble, not readproof. MDNI

he was trying, he really was. but you were doing too much. moving your hips and dancing on the table like you were a thirsty celibate who was trying to get laid tonight. porco has been watching you, not wanting to cause a scene in front of the whole group. he wasn’t the jealous type so you didn’t think much of it when you were carelessly dancing, at least that’s what you believed. he had his eyes on you the entire evening, hoping you’d catch him staring at you, but you didn’t. porco had his legs spread, his elbows resting on his knees as he had his hands interlocked, his gaze severe and posture bent forward. he didn’t acknowledge his friends or the loud music, he was focused on you and how he was going to punish you for ignoring him and acting like a dumb horny teenager.

“porco baby, mhm slow down…” you gasped out as he was forcing his cock in your tight pussy, his head resting in the crook of your neck. he didn’t listen to your pleas to show you mercy. his girth was pumping furiously in you, hoping it’d teach you a lesson. your knees were pressing against his chest, his cock deeply buried inside you, fairly hitting your cervix. his hand gripped your neck, applying a slight pressure before looking at you, his hips thrusting non stop. “you make me go fucking feral,” you whimpered, your hands wrapping around his neck trying to sooth him by giving him a kiss. “too late now baby,” he chuckled muttering a few cuss words under his breath. you were squeezing him so good. no matter how naughty you got, your pussy was always a warm forgiving place.

“im sorry baby,” you mumbled reaching to kiss him again but he pulled his face away, slightly slapping your cheek, your cunt tightening at the degrading act. he smirked, adoring the way he got you dumb and bothered. “if you want to move like a whore next time, you do it on me. understood?” he bit your neck, a yelp escaping your lips as you nod your head, hoping he would excuse you. “you grind on my fucking cock.” he scolded holding your cheeks together, making you look at him. his dick was rubbing against your spot, your legs sore and vision dizzy. “now take it baby, im gonna make sure you can’t dance tomorrow.”

[aria0fgold]

When too lazy to draw but wanna see my own OCs interacting, it's picrew time! With slight annoyance and a lil more added urge to just draw it myself... cuz picrew limitations...

[1st picrew and 2nd picrew] the Flowerheart! My dear children with the slowest slow burn but they're happier in picrew form... Hal is also not supposed to be that pale but it's either him being so pale or being so dark skinned in which case, both are inaccurate orz... Feli's skintone on the 2nd is wrong too but it's pretty accurate on the 1st, it's just that I can't dual colour her hair on the 1st...

[Picrew] My duo ever... Alec and Ray as kids being the happiest ever, I love them...

[Picrew] THE LESBIANS! It's Alec's sister, Elyanore with her future partner Cressida being incredibly flustered to be That close to her senior at school that she secretly idolizes. Her skintone, hair style and hair colour is... pretty inaccurate... but alas... picrew limitations orz...

[dilsdesigns]

somehow the pins have already arrived at my forwarding address????? hello?

[masschase]

Like I said, totally normal about @whoredmode's new 'fit for Anteros.

I have so many Bosses to attempt to draw digitally haha.

Had to slightly edit this post twice now (drawing issue then cropping issue) haha but w/e 😅

[handgiven]

if works of clay could speak to the hands that cared for them, crafted them, molded them, soothed their edges and found beauty in the ones that survived the firing process. if bees could apologize for every sting against the hands that hold their home together, praise them for their good works with use and reward their endless labor. that is what he does when he tries to come in quietly after a drunken night, stands in the kitchen at ungodly hours checking tea to steep it just so, just right. when he argues and questions em's thoughts and plans and intentions with furrowed brow and flaring eyes but his hands are tucked in tight to his sides like if he doesn't hide his worry it will be all that he is. when the sleeping fallen wakes with phantom fingers through his hair and a blanket drawn up high and tucked in tight. when things like seashells and fridge magnets and goofy tourist kitsch accumulate on counters and plant pots and door frames. when prayers start to sound like ones to god and not to mercy, or maybe both, because there has never been a mercy like em or a faith like john's in his, and it is fragile and it is stained but he is smudging paint off a little pot he made just for the flowers that em will grow, and he is hoping it's enough, or nearly. just enough to repay it all, everything. just maybe.

make emmanuel feel loved !!🥺 / @talentforlying

if works of clay could speak to the glue that holds them together, even as ancient pressure pulls them apart, gilded seams mended with rough hands and a gentle heart. if the beekeeper could reliably convey his thanks to the bee for the way it recognises him every day, over and over, even as he's changed atom by atom into somebody else, sometimes multiple atoms at a time. if there was a way to simply speak the truth that speaks itself through wandering and finding oneself again in the other's proximity, upon his couch, underneath his blanket, with his hand in one's hair. or drinking his tea. or arguing with him over one more righteous thought. or welcoming him home after a while apart, after a while of worrying and not much else.

it's easy to feel like he doesn't do enough. it's easy to slip into that thought because it has been his home since the dawn of time, the driving force underneath all of that glorious need for kindness. g-d is away from his mind, yet the gift from him remains, and remains in emmanuel's hands and so he is still driven to do more, to be more. john can barely comprehend the reach of loyalty so divine. the reach of adoration without pedestals, without bowed heads, without mighty voices, -- and yet so great. so ethereal. yetnemmanuel does not ask him to comprehend. he asks him merely to stay and withstand it. every day, every moment he sees him. it might be too great an ask of a man who was once just human.

it's not spoken, however. none of it is ever spoken. what if one or the other should flee at words too clear? gestures and reliability is where their love resides. warmth and forgiveness. tending and being tended to. knick knacks upon the window sill. one doing his best to build off the other for the both of them to prosper, or at least survive another day. – it doesn't take long for the flowerpot to find its purpose among it all, small seedling of basil opening up more and more of its leaves over the few painted fingerprints left behind by a man too eager to try if the paint job has dried down yet (it hadn't, and so they stuck, forever).

[undeniablycandycane]

I'm gonna be honest, the reason I don't write these days is that it's no longer fun. When I write I'm constantly worried about what people will think about it and worried that I'm not writing fast enough, my work is never good enough and I'm not willing to put in the effort these days to try and improve it because it's just distressing, constantly comparing myself to my favorite writers and not feeling like I'm getting anywhere. Writing has become a chore at best. I appreciate when people leave comments on my fics but I'm not really seeing any new comments on my old fics anymore so I don't bother.

That could change, but what has to change first is that I have to genuinely enjoy writing again and learn to do it for myself and not to please a crowd. I'm not going to put time and energy into something that makes me miserable. My time is much more valuable than that and I have less of it than I once did. (Btw none of you are to blame, this is a Me thing)