#thanks jess :D

[chancheols]

5,13,14,36 for the ask game :}

5. Who was your very first bias?

Uh this is a little complicated to answer because I'm a very fickle person and I have a tendency to get super infatuated with one member before I eventually settle on a bias (who tends to be a different member).

I'd say Tae/V from BTS though. I was REALLY into him when I first got into BTS and I was convinced he was the love of my life lol. He didn't wind up being the bias I stuck with but, I consider him my first bias in kpop because of how severely I was into him initially.

13. The last photo of an idol you have saved to your camera roll?

Ferret boy.

14. Name 3 idols you'd want to accompany you during a zombie apocalypse!

Hmm, interesting. Probably Jeonghan, Chris and Minho. I think I'd need people who can be a calming presence because I'd be freaking out a lot and, I feel like the 3 of them would help keep me from totally losing my mind. They're also smart, resourceful and know how to get things done, which are other aspects I think I'd struggle with in this scenario.

36. Name an underrated kpop group!

I'm going to be very honest, I don't branch out much (I plan to and I used to listen to a wider variety of groups) from the groups I listen to and, they're all fairly popular lol. I will say, tapping into groups I used to somewhat actively listen to, Weki Meki made great music and I'd recommend them. Very fun, very good vibes music. Picky Picky, my beloved 💞

Kpop Ask Game

[ingydar-phan]

My birthday may have been 16 days ago but that doesn’t mean the festivities are over :D

If you’ve seen me discuss merch at all literally ever, you may know that I’ve been YEARNING for the Dan and Phil Crafts black and white demon T shirt ever since it came out. I couldn’t grab it during the original drop, no reselling sites had it, and I was a second too late on the selling of extras during the phanniversary drop. I was soooo upset.

Then came my hero, Jesse @steveandscraggy, who so so so kindly let me know that she had hers lying around unused (IN MY SIZE!) and that she wanted to send it to me FOR FREE for my birthday.

I’m so incredibly thankful !!!!!!!!

And she even sent a cute little note

This is why I love the phandom!

[cookietastic]

Commission for @nanuk-the-bat of some Jess x Darling from Control! 💙

[thesunwillart]

Hey ryn💖 can u do Wolfwood in D1?

yes I can!!!!

outfit meme from here

[laurmaus]

another one +uncolored ver (can u tell i skipped school today

[biitchcakes]

STRIKEFORCE vol. 1 issue 7

( personals DNI. )

[iightwoodbane]

26, 36, 44?

26. Do you know triplets? i don't think so 🤔 twins yes but not triplets

36. Can you whistle? barely?? but yes

44. What’s the last compliment you got? my dad praised me for how i handled moving abroad which i thought was very nice cuz it was a Struggle

send me a number :D

[incorrect-play-it-by-ear]

do you happen to have a clip of ross going 'my boy!!' from Animal Style (? i think is the name, the zoo one) you seem like the person to ask

Hello!!! I do not, because the most advanced tool I am capable of using to produce fan content is microsoft powerpoint 😎 But there are several incredible fanvid makers in the fandom, perhaps someone else does?

[lumiereandcogsworth]

24 and 33 <3

24. If we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? i think we’d get all cozy and set up to watch a movie on a laptop but then we’d find something weird or stupid on the rooftop like some demented pigeon that had one leg or some kind of rotting unidentified object and we’d get distracted by it and laugh a lot. we’d definitely start filming each other being extremely goofy, either about the thing we found or otherwise. we’d also probably try throwing things off the rooftop. not BIG things but like maybe whatever we were snacking on like popcorn or something. but eventually we’d finish the movie and we’d be warm under a blanket and both almost fall asleep <3

33. the last adventure you’ve been on? hmm i haven’t really adventured too much lately! i went to a haunted house with denning on halloween! and we had to drive a little while so it felt like an adventure :3

weird asks!

[soundsofastar]

Dear Tumblr User soundsofastar,

What do they sound like? Are they loud or quiet? Are they shrill and earpiercing, or are they deep, forboding sounds that you can feel instead of just hear? Are they pleasant?

And, come to think of it...

What is a star? Can you touch it? Can you eat it? Can you kill it?

...

Are YOU a star?

They all sound different for everyone, I've heard it said! To me they are soundless physically, but you seem to hear them despite everything. There's a continuous loud rumbling, kind of filling you with a sense of dread, but sometimes the other sounds it lets you hear is like a light in the dark. It's hard to explain what a star sounds like. Maybe you'll get to hear one yourself someday.

You cannot eat a star. I've been advised to nor touch its as tempting as that blue glow is. One cannot kill a star, in the same way, that you cannot truly kill a person - slowly but surely, it kills you first. A star does not die until its name is uttered for the last time. A star does not die until its impact on others is forgotten. It will keep existing long after you, even if you intend to kill it. Ergo, you cannot eat a star. Probably shouldn't even try to anyway.

Am I a star? One may answer "no", at first glance, but can we not find iron in our blood? The same that supernovas birthe? The same iron that will keep being born and created by stars light-years away as we speak? Is everything we know not composed of bits of stars and its light? Are we not all simply stars who breathe life in a different way?

[augustheart]

the flash family loves to fall into polyamorous entanglements it is literally their favorite thing

[likelimbo]

@seraphluv 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 : “  well ,   at  least  i’m  trapped  here  with  you .   ” ╱ 𖤐. 𓂃 for adi &&. jesse!

“heh…” jesse looks away, a nervous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. it’s his fault, insisting on going somewhere far away from the others, out of zane’s telepathic reach. now enormously thick ropes zigzag over them, part of a trap that had snapped them up as soon as jesse had stepped in it, surely meant for some manner of wild boar frequenting these parts of the meadow. though he cannot think of any species of boar this large.

thankfully, the trap has granted them some space. they aren’t completely pressed up against each other, but jesse can’t move without bumping his knee into adi’s and he’s afraid she can hear his heart beating. he sighs. if only he had been looking where he was going. then he could have avoided this, and their hangout wouldn’t have been ruined like this—but he’d been… distracted with his company, and not in top form with the whole looking out business. “yeah, y’know, could be worse. you could be with caishen and his busted ass arm.” 

swiftly, jesse retrieves a serrated knife from his satchel. “i’ll get us outta here, princess,” he promises, and he doesn’t know why his cheeks feel so hot as he sets to work sawing at the nearest rope. “don’t worry your pretty lil’ head.”

[lovetogether]

show me some lyrics ! please ^_^

Ahhh these two songs are from the album “The Bible two” a fairly powerful album starting with one of our all time favorites by the band “Cody’s Theme” though that’s not what we’ve brought today. Instead we’re focusing on the song “No More Shame, No More Fear, No More Dread.” Alongside it the later song “Small Red Boy”

No more shame, no more fear, no more dread is a song about a mantra of sorts, which is repeated throughout the song, starting off its first arrival:

This then leads us into our second half of the song, which kicks up more sounds and continues the explaining and then, our favorite detail, through the mantra the song then twists into a full on drag of sorts of the singer just listing off whatever he can, ending back with the original mantra, spiraling.

This song is somber and sorta plays out almost like a deluge of sorts but in music form, the next song is later in the album and is small red boy. This one is particularly important to us! We love its lyrics, we’ve cut out the first part of the song as we’re only focusing on what we really enjoy but this is the second time in which the singer chants “I am the truth.” Through the voice of the small red boy.

From here the song falls apart almost if not to build itself up, similar to no more shame, the song begins to ramble:

We start with an almost coherent illustration being painted and slowly descend into run on sentences in the form of song,

It continues,

Until, finally,

A return.

[fangswbenefits]

Discovery

Summary: Miguel tries to fix the damage of his obsession for you, only to discover a secret you’ve been keeping that will change everything…

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

Word count: 3k

18+. Miguel POV. Obsessed and jealous Miguel. Inexperienced/In*ocent/V*rgin reader. Mast*rbation. Voye*rism (have to thank this anon).

Part 1 (if you’re just starting out) - Previous Part

Miguel O’Hara took pride in being able to keep his emotions at check.

For the most part, at least.

But when it came to you, he constantly found his reason at war with his feelings.

The way you were eyeing him expectantly, made his stomach flip.

“Is there something wrong?”

Many things.

For once, he didn’t want to lie to you. However, he dreaded what might happen in case he told you the truth.

Shaking his head, he took your pad in his hands, and glanced over at his watch.

100%

He wanted to just open the file and finally know who this Tom individual was, but he could see a faint frown settle on your face.

“Why can’t I have access to the settings?” you asked, coming to stand by his side to glare at the lit up screen.

He really didn’t want to lie.

“I needed to adjust the prototype first, before giving you full access,” he managed to say.

Great, Miguel.

Your eyes moved to glare at him. “You could have informed me of that.”

He could only nod, he tapped and scrolled through the interface, overriding the block he had placed on it a couple of days ago.

You didn’t seem upset in the slightest. If anything, it you seemed… tired? Sleepy?

“It’s done,” Miguel said, handing the pad back to you. “The interference was probably a mic, by the way.”

As you fought back a yawn, your face twisted into confusion. “A mic?”

Miguel was trying to play it casually, hoping that it would be enough to deflect this issue altogether.

But you… you were not easily detracted.

“Why is there a mic in my suit?”

His heart rate had nearly doubled, and he felt his sweat grow cold as your gaze intensified.

Then, he saw you straighten up as if hit by a sudden realisation.

“You… don’t trust me?” your voice was but a whisper and you started backing away from him. “You’re spying on me?”

Somehow, the conclusion you had drawn was almost as appalling as the truth.

“No! That is not why.”

“Then why?”

Miguel pressed his lips together, and you took his silence as an answer.

“Oh… you really don’t trust me, do you?” you went on, tears welling in your eyes. “I mean… Jessica did tell me you were against me joining Spider Society… I just… thought she wasn’t being serious…”

Miguel stepped closer, feeling a surge of indignation. “That was before I realised your potential!”

You blinked your tears away angrily. “You’re not even denying it.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “I had my doubts at first, yes. Your inexperience, for example. But Jess quickly convinced me to take you in,” he continued, knowing that he sounded desperate at this point. “You are a very talented spider, and I realised that nearly right away.”

Then your eyes widened all of a sudden as if you had just realised something daunting.

Miguel felt his stomach flip, already anticipating more something much worse.

“Oh… oh… you — you sent Jessica to my dimension because of Tom…” you said, visibly shaken. “He’s subject A. You… you… woah!”

Miguel felt control slip through his fingers with each accusation you threw at him.

There was no point denying it, and he didn’t want to lie to you. If anything, he only sought to do damage control.

But your usual calm and sweet demeanor had long vanished.

“Who do you think Tom is?” you said between gritted teeth, clenching your fists at your sides. “Some… some secret weapon against Spider Society? Is that it?”

It was evident from your reaction that he clearly wasn’t that.

“Listen, I d-”

But you immediately cut him off, tears streaking down your face. “You want to know who he really is? Do you?”

In truth, he did. However, not at the expense of your emotional stability. Not like this. Everything was going sideways and he felt petrified.

“You don’t have to.”

“I’ll tell you!” you spat, hurt swelling in your voice. “Three days after I got bitten by that spider, I was struggling to get the hang of all the changes.” You began pacing nervously around the room, no longer looking at him. “I was heading toward a robbery site and… Tom was there… the criminals had dynamite and were threatening to blow up the building,” your voice cracked momentarily and you took a deep breath before continuing. “In an effort to get him out of there, I shot my web at his chest, but lost control and balance, and sent him flying across the street as the explosives went off…”

Miguel could only stare from a distance, feeling the frustration in your words.

You halted and glared at him, lips quivering and more tears spilling. “Tom broke his arm and suffered a serious concussion. Because of me.”

He opened his mouth to offer words of comfort, but decided not to interrupt.

“I grew up with Tom. He is — was my best friend,” you sniffled, lowering you gaze. “I even had feelings for him at one point, which was ridiculous… he was too good for me, anyway.”

Miguel took a few steps in your direction, wanting to convince you otherwise, but you immediately retreated away from him.

“Thankfully, he managed to fully recover. No one found out it had been me who caused it in the first place… everyone just assumed it happened because of the explosion…” you mumbled, before crossing your arms and hugging yourself, showing him you had done this multiple times before in search for comfort. “And I was a coward… I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth… so I removed myself from his life.”

A tense silence followed.

Nothing could have prepared Miguel for this revelation, and he couldn’t help but to feel a wave of sympathy for you wash down on him.

You then eyed him. “I don’t want your pity. I deserve this. I was never a decent spider-woman and-”

He quickly stopped you. “That is absolutely not true and you are not a coward.”

“Oh, but I am. When Jessica approached me with the offer to join you, I didn’t even think twice,” you confessed. “I’d do anything to spend as much time away from my dimension as possible.”

“You still perform your duties, as far as I know,” he pointed out rationally.

You let out a pained groan. “Because I have to! I’d much rather stay in the lab, piecing things together and be useful in other ways.”

“You could have told me.”

This time, you frowned and Miguel realised such expression didn’t suit you. At all.

“I didn’t want to. I didn’t have to. This is something I’m ashamed of.” You then pointed at his watch. “Your file won’t tell you any of this, and I really wish you hadn’t gotten involved, because this was my story to tell.”

Your words pierced through him like sharp knives, and he realised he had not only gone too far, but had also managed to hurt you in the process.

“If there is anyone here who understands what you are going through, it’s me,” he began carefully. “I know how it feels to want to do the right thing, only for the consequences to be disastrous.”

He watched your face soften ever so slightly, and you didn’t flinch away from him when he came to stand right in front of you.

“I’m really sorry that I overstepped the line,” he said softly. “I really care about you. That is the reason why I had the mic in your suit and why Jessica went looking for Tom.”

A half-truth, he figured. He couldn’t flat out say the actual reason. How would he even explain that he was obsessed with you? How could that justify any of this?

Simply put, it couldn’t.

And you would resent him.

So, he settled for a half-truth. He did care about you. Immensely. More than he could possibly reason with. But he just couldn’t have you know how much he wanted you to be with him to the point of extreme obsession.

Especially not after discovering this secret of yours.

He had to win you over.

“There is no one who can understand how hou feel better than me,” he whispered, cradling your face in his hands, tilting it enough to have your eyes meet his.

“But… you’re the Miguel O’Hara… you’re so… ” your voiced trailed off.

“Spider Society exists because of my mistake. Many people died at my hands, even if it was unintentional,” said with a sigh. “That is a burden I’ll carry forever with me. What you see here came at a price.”

You swallowed.

“But you don’t have to go through this.”

“How so?”

He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. “You get a chance set things straight. Tom is still alive. I don’t get to have that.”

He would never have Gabriella back. Ever. That was the ultimate price he had to pay.

Your gaze dropped and he saw a couple of tears streaming down your face. “It’s not that simple.”

“It’s not, but it’s still an open door. A choice you have.”

He felt your hands grip his wrists for support, as silence took over you.

“I just wish you’d told me,” he whispered, closing his eyes and planting a kiss to your forehead. “I would have been here for you sooner.”

The effect of his words coupled with the gesture were enough to have you break into a sob, tears streaming down your cheeks, as Miguel held your face with both hands.

This was painful to witness.

He knew all too well how it felt to feel powerless and thinking that you’ve run out of options.

He knew you now. He understood you. Better than anyone ever could.

“I’m… s-sorry…” you mumbled, trying to keep yourself from crying. “You’re… getting all w-wet…”

Miguel couldn’t help but to smile endearingly at your concern, as your tears began to roll down his hands.

“Do not apologise,” he said firmly. “You can cry. I’m here for you.”

Nodding, you opened your eyes again and tilted your had back to stare at him.

“Please s-stay…” you said in between sobs, your hands gripping him tightly. “Please…”

You were killing him.

Little by little.

Miguel would give you everything.

He nodded and you stepped back and let go of him, running the back of your hands across your cheeks to dry them.

Then you went to sit on your couch, removing the clutter of wires and boxes that were in the way.

Miguel spotted a blanket nearby and came to sit by your side, draping it over your shoulders.

You leaned against the backrest, and he followed suit, feeling your head drop to his shoulder.

“Please remove the mic… and delete that file…” you mumbled.

“I will.”

He swung his arm across your from you, to pull you closer to him.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, and Miguel closed his eyes, relieved that he had managed to somehow control the damage he had caused. Unfortunately, it had come at the expense of you having to open up to him, and he felt guilty for that…

He knew he had to prove himself to you, and was grateful that you hadn’t chosen to shut him out completely.

“Somehow… this was sort of cathartic?” your voice was suddenly heard.

Miguel squeezed your arm tenderly.

“I had… never told this to anyone…”

Guilt hit him at once. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be… I think I needed to let it out,” you mused against him.

He couldn’t help but to feel an intense wave of compassion for you. There was no way around it: Miguel was in too deep when it came to you. Everything about you pulled him in and gripped him.

You would always be his sweet girl.

His devotion was yours.

Just yours.

“Hey, Miguel?”

He felt you shift beside him and he looked down to meet your sleepy eyes. “Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your words didn’t register at first, and he thought he had misheard you.

“What?”

You slipped your feet under you, before leaning slowly into him, face drawing near. “Can I kiss you?”

Denial hit him. “You’re just sleepy.”

But you didn’t back down. “No… I just…” your eyes darted down. “Can I?”

His heart went into a frenzy and he was left speechless. Your eyes were set on his lips and he somehow found the strength to nod.

It took you a couple of seconds to adjust yourself, and once you did, you closed the the gap, parting your lips slightly.

Miguel was left perplexed.

Weeks of yearning and obsession were finally being vindicated.

“Pretty eyes,” you whispered, breath fanning his lips. “So pretty…”

Your noses brushed together and he fought the urge to pull you into his lap at once.

“You’re the pretty one…” he said truthfully.

A smile curved your lips even through your sleepiness. “I’m going to kiss you now, Miguel O’Hara…”

And you did.

The moment your lips met his, Miguel felt his body react. It didn’t take long for the blood to rush down to his cock, slowly stirring it.

He could taste the inexperience on your lips as you kept breaking the kiss to gasp for air. It was blatantly obvious you needed some help figuring out what do next, so he happily obliged.

With one hand he managed to shift your leg to swing across his, and with the other he propped you onto his lap.

You broke the kiss, adjusting yourself and lacing your arms behind his neck and taking his lips again.

This time, he pressed his thumb to your chin, parting your lips, so he could deepen the kiss with his tongue. You immediately complied, and allowed him in with a soft whimper.

Miguel finally tasted you.

His sweet girl.

You came down to press your crotch against his painfully hard cock, and he immediately had to still your hips and lift you slightly.

You broke the kiss again, confusion in your eyes. “What…”

He didn’t dare confess it to you.

Instead, he pressed on your lower back so you would lean into him again with a kiss.

He wanted to taste you, but he couldn’t have you sit on his cock like that… he would absolutely burst.

His sweet girl sounded so sweet and receptive…

He felt you trying to defy his hold on your hips, surely wanting that friction, but he couldn’t afford that.

As much as he wanted to feel you grinding on him, he would be too embarrassed to cum so soon, and that thought was what ultimately prevented him from reaching the point of no return.

He brought one hand to grip your wrist, allowing the top half of his digital suit to disintegrate, so he could place the palm of your hand on his chest, revelling in your heated skin against his.

Suddenly, you parted from him with a gasp. “Wait… I’m…”

He arched an eyebrow in confusion and watched as you snaked your arm in between you two, sliding your hand down your sweatpants.

Miguel’s eyes widened and he was about to lose it until he realised what was really happening.

You slowly removed your hand and glared at it. “Oh.”

Your fingers were drenched in your wetness.

You were soaked.

For him.

He carefully looped his fingers around your wrist, wanting to taste you, but that sent you into an immediate frenzy, and you fumbled to get up from his lap, nearly falling back if not for his incredible reflexes.

“Easy…” he cooed, caressing his thumb along your pulse point. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything.”

You tumbled to the side and he let go of you, watching you sit back against the cushioned backrest and looking startled like a deer in headlights.

Just how inexperienced were you?

“Thanks…” you mumbled, chest heaving erratically. “I’m… yeah… and sorry…”

Miguel sat up straighter and arched a brow. “You don’t have to apologise.”

You nodded, your eyes falling to his bulge. “I mean… for that…”

Only you would ever apologise for giving him a raging boner.

His sweet girl…

“Don’t worry,” he reassured, feeling his heartbeat slow down. “Are you okay?”

“Yes…”

He offered a warm smile. “Good.”

Miguel didn’t even know where to begin. He couldn’t quite grasp the events of tonight, and it almost felt like a fever dream.

He was so used to getting hard from just the thought of you, that he couldn’t believe he was now hard because of you.

Still, the way you had reacted when you realised how wet you were for him led him to believe that maybe you were far more inexperienced than he had anticipated.

And he would respectfully give you all the time and space.

He would wait for you to ask him for more.

He could wait. His throbbing cock not so much, but he had other ways of dealing with that.

“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked, adjusting himself over his suit.

Your eyes widened. “Oh…”

“Just to ease some of the tension,” he immediately said.

He was desperate to let his cock spring free, and let it calm down until he was back at his apartment.

You then averted your gaze. “Can you… do it here?”

Miguel was utterly and completely taken aback.

“I… I have never…” you went on, quickly pulling your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, and covering your face. “Nevermind…”

Oh.

Now it all made sense.

“Hey… look at me,” Miguel started, reaching out to tug at your wrist. “It’s okay.”

Slowly, you lifted your head to peer at him with evident hesitation. “Is it too… weird?”

“Not at all.”

And he meant it. By this point, he could feel his cock twitching more often, as more and more precum began to drip from the tip.

“Are you sure?” he asked, needing the absolute confirmation.

You promptly nodded, resting your chin on your forearm, eyeing him intensely.

He paused for a moment, expecting to be jolted away from this dream, or to have you backtrack.

“Please…” you whispered.

Swallowing hard, he allowed himself to sink into the backrest, before having the lower half of his suit disintegrating, and his cock finally released from its confinements.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted.

An instant ego boost that caused him to hiss as he wrapped his fingers around it. His body was so ready for you. Almost too ready. It didn’t take long before Migue felt droplets of precum sliding down his hips.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from you and it only added to the pleasure he felt.

Giving himself a few tentative pumps, he watched closely as you glared at the motion, curiosity splattered all over your face.

The first moans escaped his lips and he nearly slid his eyes shut, trying to stop himself from cumming too quickly.

But he didn’t want to miss out on anything you had to offer.

Miguel soon found a steady rhythm and began to fuck his hands like so many times before. But unlike those other times, he had you as an audience and he knew he wouldn’t last long no matter how hard he tried to muster images of the Vulture to dwindle his impending orgasm.

Then, you shifted closer, your legs dropping, but still pressed together.

He groaned, knowing exactly why you were being so fidgety.

Your hand was clutching at the hem of your shirt as a way to anchor yourself from the visual stimulation.

“You can touch yourself…” Miguel rasped, tightening the grip around himself, precum now flowing down his knuckles.

You pressed your legs tighter together and Miguel had to halt his motion or he would burst.

“…. or not,” he added, not wanting to overstep your line of comfort.

Your eyes darted to his face momentarily and, for the second time, Miguel saw your hand disappear inside your pants. You gasped softly and he could only guess that you must have reached your clit.

You let out the sweetest whimper, and Miguel’s cock twitched immediately.

His chest heaved and he swiped his thumb across the tip of his cock, letting out a groan.

He watched in awe as your arm moved rhythmically, and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at me…” he breathed.

You were biting yout lip, but did what he asked.

The urge to replace you hand with his — better yet, his cock — was almost painful and he knew he was heading towards the precipice, having to space out his strokes.

Your gaze fell to his hand. “How’s it so hard?”

He would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so dire and him being in need of release.

You scooted closer and closer, until your face was mere inches away, while still touching yourself.

For him.

Because of him.

“Why do you think?”

You gasped and he saw your hand slid out of your pants, fingers glistening with your wetness.

“Can… I?”

Miguel was too far gone to deny you of a newfound experience, so he nodded, bracing himself for what was about to happen.

He would burst.

You chewed on your lower lip as if unsure of what to do next, but he wanted you to take your time. A few moments later, you reached down with your soaked hand and he lets go of his cock, welcoming your touch.

He threw his head back and had to muster all of his willpower not to cum right away, as the pads of your fingers tentatively traced the underside of his cock, slowly moving to graze the veins that bulged from under the sensitive skin.

Everything inside him was suddenly burning like wildfire and he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking up.

By the time your thumb reached his tip and grazed slowly, Miguel hissed violently.

“Stop… stop - stop… please-” he begged, but was already being overtaken by the suffocating grip of a powerful orgasm.

You had indeed stopped touching him, but the damage had already been done.

His cock twitched rhythmically as hot spurts of cum began to cover his abs. Witch each roll of his hip, Miguel felt his vision blur and his fangs extend. He groaned your name a couple of times, before his words started to fuse together in a incoherent mess.

The stiffness of his peak shattered after a while and he slumped into the couch, struggling to even out his breathing.

Once he was finally able to open his eyes again, you came into his field of vision, holding a towel in your hands.

“Here,” you said as a smile broke across your face, before sitting by his side and offering it to him.

Even through the haze of an orgasm, Miguel was ablet o feel his heart skip a beat from your tenderness.

He proceeded to clean himself, wiping away the impressive amount of cum that had pooled on his lower abdomen.

“That was…”

His eyes were immediately on you. “Do you want me to…” he trailed off, allowing the not so subtle implication to dangle.

You didn’t catch it at first, but his silent was very telling.

“Oh, no — no, I’m fine, thanks,” you said with a chuckle.

“It’s only fair that I return the favor…”

You shook your head more vehemently this time. “It wasn’t a favor to begin with, Miguel. I was curious and… just wanted to watch you do it,” you mumbled as his digital suit began to cover his body again. “I had never… yeah — I’m still…”

Miguel had his suspicions that you were inexperienced, but he had no ultimate proof of that.

But this… “You’ve never had sex before?”

You settled back on the couch, crossing your legs. “No.”

He wasn’t sure of what to say. Was there even anything he should say?

So, he fell silent, waiting for you to take the lead.

“But… this was an interesting experience,” you eventually went on with a smile. “Do you… regret it?”

“No.”

But he could see doubt already settling on your face. “Maybe it was too much.”

“Not for me,” he said truthfully, straightening up in his seat. “Don’t think that, please.”

You nodded, but Miguel felt a pang of dread spread across his body. The last thing he wanted was for you to regret having opened up to him.

He had been longing for this for far too long to let it all be for nothing.

You were his sweet girl and you had his heart.

“Listen,” he started, set on preventing that from happening. “I can only speak for myself, but that was extremely hot. You are so, so attractive,” he went on, earning a doubting glare from you. “You are. I usually last longer than that.”

Your lips curled into an embarrassed smile, but Miguel could feel his words weren’t exactly reaching you.

Then silence took over.

You kept staring at your hands, head down and humming softly.

“Are you okay?” he shifted closer.

You took a deep breath. “I was thinking about your words earlier…”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

He watched you closely. “And what are you thinking?”

“I think you’re right, Miguel,” you drawled out, your voice but a whisper. “I’ve been blaming myself for what happened to Tom for too long.”

A jab of compassion and empathy tugged at his heartstrings. “You’re absolutely right.”

Then, lifting your head, you met his eyes. “I think… I want to meet up with Tom again. Thank you for making me realise that, Miguel,” you finished with a sweet smile.

Part 6

Masterlist

[vierona]

𝕴𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡, in the sable of the night. Silent—as the shadowed moon casts its pallid glow upon the earth. A 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖊 clad in sanguine velvets, 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀, moves with effortless ease, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎, parted with an eerie obeisance. There is a ritual to her passing; 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐄𝐒. For whether the lamenting sovereign perceives her perambulations, she does not know, nor does she care to ask. Her heart is hardened—grown 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 by his languor. 

𝕿he thick, 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 lull fails to escape her. A musk of fresh strife, 𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. She feeds on it—for a second if not a minute; 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙨, as it makes its way down the guttural fibers of her trachea. The 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 fume of human soma. That sweet, heady ichor; it stirs the very fabric of her being. 

𝕷egends proclaim the wretches of the night lust purely for mortal blood; 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅. Yet, as is with the recounting of myths, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. For even the 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 of human flesh—that 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 sapor so innocent in its untouched state, awakens an undeniable, 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆—a regression, perhaps, to a 𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 state of being, or more damning still, a revelation of the true, unspeakable nature of the 𝕮ountess’ forgone existence. 

𝕴𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. So long it has been since her last encounter with one of them, that the sensation 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖞 overwhelms her. A knot forming in her gut, 𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖, as though some unseen hand lay asunder the fabric of her being. She feels herself fragment, broken upon the cold unyielding air. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴. 

𝕮ompelled in her awakening, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚔—its heavy scent 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 that guides her through the overgrown greens and the choking earth. Finally, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸. 𝕳er eyes, darkened in its rim, trace the rippling waters of the blackened lake before her; its inky surface 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗲�� by the lack of a visage gazing upon it. 

𝕬nd lo, when he arises—he, that singular figure of her enslaving senses—her lashes, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑠ℎ, flutter with the subtle precision of 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. They lift, delicately, to hold his gaze in an ironclad thrall, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 

𝕰𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, she glides towards him. Her form the very picture of 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. She lingers in the space between them, drawn with a magnetism so strong—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Velvets move with such ravishness, savoring the sharp-cut lines of his jaw, the strength in his broad shoulders, the dim 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 that flickers within the depths of his eyes. [...] 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱. 

She cocks her head, a small smile 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 at the edges of her lips; 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚. Her words reverberate from his spine to his ear—𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗, yet sweet—an eerie cadence seemingly spoken by an entity unseen. Her words, though simple, are heavy with an 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 that no mortal can disdain: ❛❛ 𝕮ome. Do not be afraid. I can ease your 𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌. ❜❜

“[Ships] slept on the abyss without a surge. The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave. The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before. The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air, and the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need of aid from them— She was the Universe,” @vierona.  

Midges surveyed the lichen with cursory displeasure, burdened by wings too fragile to carry them elsewhere but the forest floor and he, burdened likewise by unfortunate circumstance, sat listlessly among them. He watched with dull envy as they filled their throats with the vestiges of dew and shimmied their hirsute backs with silent contentment, bitterly lusting for the simplicity in which they so seamlessly existed. Jesse drove the toe of his boot further into the sodden earth; and beneath his arid breath, cursed the land beyond the forests — nestled within the devil’s bosom. 

A crimson rivulet ran the length of his forearm to the point of his elbow. A fearsome imprint of teeth lay where his glove had been removed; bits of fat and mortal carnage protruding from the punctured skin where his assailant had successfully wounded him using its many jagged teeth.  

He lamented, deeply, the strife with which they had been introduced, though considered the consequential exchange to be one of fairness:  he had emerged precipitously from the shadows and spooked the lone wolf-mother, prompting her to latch her powerful maw ‘round his forearm and tear. It was a fair price due toward nature;   likewise, his firm kick to its frail ribs had also been fair. She’d fled with her pups and her life and abandoned him with only his blood and the midges and the faintest reminder of his futile own. 

It'd fester before long, his wound; Jesse knew well-enough that his time to cleanse the laceration of its impurities would be brief and so, he kicked himself to his haunches and then to his feet, exhaling his pain through his nostrils.

He followed a haphazard thoroughfare laced between the dense alpines and robust firs until a lake materialized from the dark brush and illuminated before him like an eden. One foot fell before the other when the vague silhouette of a woman emerged beyond the rocks and lichen, dark hair draped behind her like the night sky. Her skin was fair, her limbs somber and svelte; her lashes were long and thick above her sultry stare cast downward at the rippling water.

Jesse's gait slowed to an awed saunter. He'd forgotten about the wound, the pain; he thought only of a woman.

[biitchcakes]

And it looks awesome.

src // ( personals DNI. )