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[dearrow-arts]

Its raining and run to home ❤️👋

Don't forget your pet 🔷

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[wiisagi-maiingan]

You are allowed to exist alone in public btw. You're allowed to go to the movies alone and go out to eat alone and hang out in a park alone and go for a walk alone and whatever else. It isn't weird or creepy, it doesn't make you lonely or a loser or whatever. You are allowed to just exist as yourself.

[anneliis18]

definitelynottober day 5 - heavy is the hunger

[sweetimpurity]

☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ day 11! yayayy! I blacked out for this one 🥵

wc: 2.2k cw: bondage, breeding ;) enjoy!! ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

“Shit…” He sighs. Running a hand through his hair, the talons peeking out slightly. They’ve been coming out and going back in all day, little pin pricks aching at his fingertips. Sensitive when he touches anything, pissing him off. Like he can’t control it. He’s been cooped up in his office all day. 

“Lyla. Update.” He demands in monotone, brow furrowed and focusing on the levels and charts on the holographic screen in front of him. The hovering pixels refresh as the levels increase and decrease. Numbers calculating. “They’re on their way back… just finishing some cleanup.” She replies. Hovering over his desk before settling, ‘leaning’ on a coffee mug from a few days ago. He hasn’t done anything, hasn’t eaten or drank anything since you left on that damn mission three days ago.  He should have remembered. That this specific time would have him aching for you. And now you’ve been gone. It’s his own damn fault and he’s been beating himself up over it. Feeling heavy, feverish, angry. He’s been tracking his levels every hour. Hormones and brain activity. Why must his warped genetics plague him in this way?

“Lyla I…I thought the serum was supposed to help…” He sighs, brow twitching, eyes closing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “It will… but you only took one dose. It’ll be more effective after a few more.” She replies. Watching him with a raised brow. His behavior. 

He sighs again, a slight growl in the back of his throat. Pacing back and forth on his platform and crossing his beefy arms, like trapping his restless hands under them. Finally sitting down in his chair. His legs spread wide. It’s the only way with the pressure in his loins. With the need to be released. He’s in rut. As embarrassing as it is. And you’re not here. It’s like the perfect storm. 

“Oh- just landed…” Lyla chirps, popping up by him and displaying the portal chamber surveillance footage right in front of his face. Too close to his face, lighting his angry features up in a yellow glow. “Lyla!” He growls, trying to grab at her pixelated form. His hand went right through. But his eyes finally land on your form. Walking through the main portal alongside some other spider people. The team he sent you with. You’ve just entered the building and he can already smell you. Your pheromones. You’re floors and floors down and he’s already getting hard. The pressure in his suit tightening. “Lyla. Go.” 

She giggles. Floating around, teasing him. She’s all too familiar with his behavior by now. She puts up with so much. “Have fun, bossman…” She snarks, her hologram dissipating in front of his frowny face. A huff of relief leaving him once she’s gone. Leaving him alone. Waiting for you. 

He groans. The ache. His cock hard and hurting for you. Glancing over his shoulder at the door. Not yet. His hands go down, cupping his erection, only to whine softly at the pain he inflicts. Just the smallest of touches and he’s keeling over in his desk chair. “Ay… Fuck…” He sighs. Sharp canines biting down hard on his lip.

“Heyyyy!” Your voice breaks through the silence of his office. Your scent is stronger than ever when you push the door open. The stimulation goes straight to his dick, like it’s begging for your heat. Begging to be soothed in your slick warmth. Desperate to fill you up. To mate. To breed you. 

“Oh my god, you should have seen me out there… I was pretty good if I do say so myself… got the bad guy and all that. Even got a few common crooks while we were staking out…” You explain, jumping up on his platform. Bringing the box of equipment to his desk and setting it down. It’ll need to be cleaned and assessed. Some pieces to be fixed before they go back in rotation. 

His eyes darken. Watching you walk by. He’s glad you’re back. Of course. He loves you. But his mind isn’t on that right now. Right now he’s thinking about how good you’d look swollen and full of his babies. Full of his cock. Dripping with his potent seed. 

“Ben was a perfect alternative, he stepped in and really helped us out… Peter thought so too…” You keep going. Going over everything that happened over the past few days. “That’s… good…” He manages to say. His voice low and hushed, a croak. Watching your back, your ass. Moving from behind the chair, standing a few feet behind you now. He swallows hard. 

You glance up at his screens. He must have been busy as always. Keeping himself busy. Your hands slow down as you place machinery pieces on his desk from the mission supply. Spider senses tingling. 

In a matter of seconds, he’s pressing up against you. His chest against your back and his nose burying in your hair, in your neck. Inhaling your scent. His hearing picks up on the rise in your heart rate. The way you react to him. 

“Missed me, hm?” You hum, smiling and leaning into him. 

“More than you know…” He huffs. Pressing himself into your ass. Letting you feel just how needy he is. Your suspicions were correct. It’s that time again. Your senses never let you down. 

“That’s good because I missed you…” You whisper. Coaxing him. Leaning your head back on his shoulder. Letting him grind into your ass. Rubbing his erection into the soft plushness. And you hear the releases of breath from his lips, like he’s been pent up so long. “I love you…” He whispers by your ear. One of his big hands wrapping around, splaying across your tummy, imagining himself burying deep, all the way to your womb. 

“I love you too…” You can’t help but smile, rubbing back against him, hearing the slight hiss at the back of his throat. “Remember that…” He hums, something of a warning. The words stir something inside you. And you know what’s to come. This kind of fuck only comes once in a blue moon. Because normal Miguel would never allow himself to be so cruel. 

“Remember.” He hums in your ear. Turning dials on his watch this whole time. Smashing the screen and your suit instantly retracts. The confrontation of the cold on your skin makes you shiver. It’s too much for him. Your scent is stronger than ever. His dick leaking and crying to be inside you already. A strong hand on your back pushes you down to the desk. Tits smooshing and tummy contracting on the cold glass surface. A shiver and gasp filling your body. His hands work fast. White stringy webs leaving his wrists. Letting them bind and wrap around you. Working them around your torso, across your breasts. His webs, decorating your skin, wrapping you up. He wraps them around your wrists like ropes, only stronger, harder to break. Beautiful web designs scatter along your arms, wrapped around your body like a fly in a spider’s web. Like you’re the spider’s final meal. A loud thwip and he’s mounting webs on two opposite walls, letting it connect to your arms and spreading them wide. You can’t escape, you can barely move. Hanging, dangling, ever so slightly. With only the desk under your belly for support. But then there’s his hands. 

His big warm hands, suddenly bare of his suit. His dark tanned skin, fingers running up your hips, down your ass and delivering a gentle smack. Making you whine. Your pussy aching for him at this point. And he can smell it. He can smell your slick, he can almost taste it in the air. Like a drug he knows by taste alone. It’s taking all his willpower not to pound into you just yet. But the rut does not cloud his judgment to that extent. He could never forget that he loves you and would never dream of hurting you. Tying you up in his webs, that’s a different story. 

His hand wraps around, fingers running up your slit, parting your folds and collecting your slick on his fingers. Bring the fingertips to his mouth to wet them further, tasting you and groaning. “Oh baby- fuck so good… so so good…” He mumbles, his hand going back down between your thighs and running along your slippery sex. His fingers teasing your hole before plunging inside. Making you shiver and shake. Pulling on the webs you’re restrained in. One finger, then two. Dripping down his fingers and onto the desk. His hormone levels are off the charts. His mind going crazy. Wanting to come. Wanting to spill his seed but needing it to be inside you. He won’t waste it. He needs to get you pregnant.

“Oh Miguel!! Ah! Mm-ngh…!” His fingers work their magic, bringing you to glorious orgasm. Your juices dripping down his knuckles as you moan and whine. The webs straining and tensing under the pressure of your pull. Panting for breath, your knees pulling up and hitting against the edge of his desk. Bent over, tied up and needy for more. 

When you come down from the high, his fingers pull free. Bringing his fingers to his lips. He’s quiet. In a trance. Hazy and half gone and he hasn’t even gotten to the good part yet. His eyes flutter and roll back at the taste of you on his tongue. Sucking on his fingers ravenously and you can only hear the sucking sounds mixed with his groans. Crimson eyes blowing wide, bashing his watch for his suit to disappear entirely. Instantly grinding his hard, pulsing dick along your puffy pussy. Teasing his tip around your entrance and sucking on his fingers like it soothes him. Pacifies his ache even a little bit. 

“Baby- babe you want… I want- you’re so good, baby, taste so good…” He murmurs incoherently, whining. Pushing his cock through your folds, up to your clit, making your toes curl, knees drawing up. Wrapping your hands around the webs binding you. “Ngh just take it all, okay? I’ll fill you up and-and… and… Dios…ah, te amo tanto… no puedo vivir sin ti…” He whimpers. The softness of your pussy against his needy tip makes him crumble. Keeling over and pressing his mouth to your shoulder. Massaging his dick through your slick. Savoring the feeling for a moment longer. “Ay mami…” 

He bites down on your shoulder. Using his fingers to guide his cock to your core and slipping in. His brain short circuiting at the tight wet pressure. “Fuck!” He growls, instantly spurting hot white. His voice hoarse and needy. Grabbing your hips in the front and pushing in all the way to the hilt. Pushing you up the desk, the webs straining as your arms pull. His body practically mounting yours. Stretching you out on his girth in one go. Pulling a shrill cry from your lips, moaning at the warmth flooding your belly. “Ngh-Miguel! Ohhhh….”

“Oh yes…” He hisses. Finding relief in final release. Who gives a shit if he didn’t get two pumps in before it happened. He’ll pump you with much more cum before the night is over.  

He pulls back, drawing aching whimpers from your lips. Trying to soothe you with kisses to your shoulder blades, your neck. Collecting your hair into his hand and gently pulling back. Moaning as he does it. And he plunges back in, molding you around his cock. Slipping in easier with his cum loosening you up. “T-todo lo que siempre he necesitado, mami…” His sweet words make your heart flutter. His face tucking into your neck from behind as he pumps into you.  

Moaning as he pulls back again and thrusts back in deep. Working up a rhythm, holding your hair back. His other hand wraps around to your clit, rubbing with tenderness in a stark contrast to his powerful pumps. Webs straining, the tension threatening to break the strands as you cry out for him. Legs shaking and trembling. His own moans are broken and hoarse. Full of need and desperation. All he can think of is filling you up. His cum, his DNA tainting you, mixing with yours. Making babies. Lots of them. The image of you full of his children makes him crazy. “You’ll be such a pretty mami, baby… so pretty, so so so…” He pants. His hips slapping your ass with every push, like wild animals in the jungle. His spider half taking over completely. Your soft whimpering moans fill his ears. His words shooting right to your core, making your eyes roll back and gushing on him. Crying out for him and the webs snap! Your arms dropping and you’d fall flat on the desk if he didn't grab you in time. Pulling you to his chest, pumping into you even faster. Climbing up on the desk and kneeling down for leverage. Pushing your body down to arch for him. Pounding into you with unending power. Even after you come, he doesn’t stop. Pulling one more trembling orgasm from you before he’s spurting once more. Filling you just like he promised. Finally stopping with a huff. His mind mostly gone but there’s part of him left, just for you. 

“You okay, mama? Look at me…” He whispers, turning you over gently. Admiring that look on your face. That fucked out smile. “Te amo… needa make sure it sticks…” 

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@spooky-sculder

@slushycoookie @xxyaoi-nationxx @snails-doodles22 @scaryplanetdestroyer @fate13

@divorcepaperz @yeahnohoneybye @zaunsin @tomalymme @drefear

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[kachinnate]

hi im back from my million year hiatus is there still anyone in this fandom

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your otp like this

[philosmene]

Drawing prompt: Willow introduces some song to Hunter while they're at the beach ⛱️

... yeah, a topless tanline sunkissed Hunter for this prompt and absolutely nothing else (First time drawing a shirtless guy PLEASE 🐻 WITH ME) extra challenge with his scars too dayum

References: GC China photoshoot goes hard

[crovoroh]

the justice system is rough in wet france

[lovereadandwrite]

just wait til he brings out the cello😌🎶🎻

[yardsards]

anyway i just find it Interesting how saying "i prefer these two as a platonic pairing" is often considered to be hating on a romantic interpretation of the pair. but saying "i prefer these two as a romantic pairing" is not seen as hating on a platonic interpretation of the pair. almost like fandom as a whole still sees platonic relationships as lesser than romantic relationships. almost like too many fans still think that platonic relationships can't be worth caring about in their own right. almost like fandom tends to be full of amatonormativity.

[hyaesia]

otasune themed band au for @winterleech !! @mgsevents

doodles & other au thoughts below the cut

i rlly wanted to get raiden in on the main comp for u but i couldn't fit him 😞😞 i hope the original sketches make up for it

snake's on lead guitar

raiden's on vocals because i think it's the funniest way to pay tribute to the mgrr soundtrack

meryl's on drums (& campbell is probably the toxic band manager .tbh)

i can't for the life of me decide what kind of band they'd be. my brain says dad rock but my heart says i can't do that to them

would otacon be a groupie or friends with snake beforehand. that's up to the jury

there's a joke to be made here about grey fox's whole snake's #1 fan thing here but i couldn't think of anything funny enough

[dearrow-arts]

This is the pirate life that we need , we want ❤️

This is our pirate king ❤️

[cat-cosplay]

Advertise your account with one image.

[keuwibloom]

Inktobertale 2023 day 24 - 25: Warrior/Bone shatter

Ink dressing up as the best warrior he knows-- and immediately getting jumpscared by surprise training from said warrior

[sweetimpurity]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ day 14!! thank you for everyone sticking with me, it means so much! love you guys 🥺 little bit of bodyguard!Miguel for your feed wc: 1.5k ⋆

“You’re not wearing that out.” He says so bluntly. Leaning up against your bedroom door frame and looking you up and down. He’s hired to protect you and going to a club in a dress like that… it’ll make his job that much harder. 

“Come on… it’s cute. And it’s new. I’m wearing it.” You say, turning away from him towards your vanity mirror. And you can feel his eyes on your ass. Because who could resist? You see the way he looks at you. Even when he’s all grumpy says he’s all business. Your father was always a gruff and serious man so of course he’d hire someone like Miguel to protect you. You’re determined to make him break. 

“Find something else… or put a sweater over it.” He steps forward, crossing his big beefy arms over his chest. His expression is serious. “I don’t have anything else…” 

He scoffs at your comment. Knowing you have more clothes than any one woman needs in her life. “You have a closet full and many options… this is… just please go change, nena…” He says. His voice is as soft and smooth as ever. Glancing at his pleading eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “Fine…” You huff. Turning around to face him. “You pick it out then…” 

He scoffs, starting to protest but you grab his huge hand, pulling him to your big walk in closet. Ignoring his refusal and pulling him to sit in a seat in the corner. “Esto es estúpido…” He sighs, frowning up at you. He’s decked men twice the size of you in the face before, knocking them unconscious, but he can’t seem to fight back or even push back a little when you’re pushing him into the armchair. Huffing and pushing his rolled sleeves up. 

“I will present you with a few different options and you can let me know…” You say formally as if you’re giving a presentation. Clasping your hands together and smiling cheekily at his deadpan pissed off expression. “Just hurry up you’re gonna be late… Hey-” He protests when you start to wrap a silk scarf around his head. Covering his eyes. “I don’t like this.” He grumbles. Gentle giant hands holding your wrists with the slightest of pressure. But he doesn’t force your hand. If anything he’s just noticing how soft your skin is against his rough fingertips.  

“Just relax…” You coo to him. Tying the scarf at the back of his head and pushing his shoulders to lean back in his seat once more. Hearing him mumble Spanish profanities under his breath. 

Over the next ten minutes you try on a few different outfits. Letting him take the blindfold off everytime and see. Ensuring he puts the blindfold back on when you’re changing. Despite his protests that he can just close his eyes. But when you pout pretty please he can’t argue. Sighing and pulling the silk over his eyes. Hearing you rustle around with what he can only hope will be the final outfit of this little dress up party. “Are you done yet?”

“Not yet…” He hears the rustling and sounds of fabric. His legs spread as he sits, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. The baby pink silk looking so foreign with his all black attire he always wears. “Okay I want you to feel this one and guess…” 

“Feel it and guess…? Nena…” 

“Just feel it.” 

“I guess it’s a dress.” He huffs. Wanting to get this over with. 

“Feel it.” 

He sits up a bit in his seat. Reaching his hands out and trying to guess what the material might feel like. Whether it will be silk or sequined or stretchy, soft, scratchy, cold… but it’s warm. It’s so warm and soft. It’s your skin. 

His brow furrows under the scarf, reaching his hands around to find where the fabric starts. His fingertips dancing across your stomach. “What is this?” He mumbles. Feeling increasingly flustered and confused. His hands move up some more. His blindness causes a delay in what he’s feeling to what he knows is there. His fingers spread out, running across, feeling the soft supple roundness of your breasts. But he can’t figure it out. His thumbs run over your perked nipples before it clicks. Instantly pulling his hands away with the quick swish of his blazer. “You-”

“Sorry… I couldn’t help myself…” You whisper. He can feel his cheeks burning under the blindfold. His fingers clenching and fidgeting some. His head down and trying to ignore the desire to feel you again. It was like the softest feeling in the world. So warm and soft and smooth. Like you. Although he has known you to have some sharp spiky edges to you from over the years. But no, your body is soft and supple and perfect. He can’t get the mound of your tits out of his mind. 

“Feel me, Miguel… I want you to touch me, please…” You whisper. Those words making him weak. Feeling the pressure tightening in his pants. He’s trying to find the willpower to refuse you until he feels your hand under his chin, tilting his head up. You step forward, your tummy brushing against the tip of his nose. And he gets to smell you, the perfume you wear mixed with the natural, light smell you exude. It’s maddening. It’s arousing. His head tilting to press his nose to your bare stomach to smell and satiate himself. His lips soon following. Small pecks across your diaphragm until he’s leaving open mouth kisses down to your navel. “You… you’re completely naked?” He hums. And you can feel his warm breath across the expanse of your stomach. “Mhm…” 

You feel a huff of breath leave his lips. Hitting your skin and making you shiver. He curses something under his breath, long arms coming to wrap around you and pull you in. Pulling you to stand between his legs. “You’re a brat, you know that?” 

“I know…” You respond, feeling out of breath already. He smiles between smooches to your soft skin. Pulling you closer still until you have no choice but to climb onto his lap. His big hands move down from your waist to your ass, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh there. Then up to your bare shoulder blades. His lips, his tongue, leading him since his eyes are useless. Moving up and nuzzling blindly into your breasts. Before latching onto one of them with wet warm kisses, sucking and marking your skin. Your fingers running through his hair and pulling gently on the strands. 

You grind on his lap, feeling his growing erection, his need. A swell of satisfaction knowing you made him this way. Knowing he wants you this badly. You knew it all along but he’s always so serious. He needs to loosen up. Or loosen you up. 

His fingers are quick to find your pretty pussy. Blindly yet still expertly finding all the sweet spots. Fingering you with experience that reflects his age. That being a bit older than you. His fingers delving into your velvet perfection and making you drool all over his digits. All over his lap, over the tent in his pants. No one’s ever made you feel so good this fast. And he can’t even see what he’s doing!

“Mmmiguel…” You sigh, invoking growls from his chest. Like his fingers were made for bringing you to orgasm. Your hips rolling into the heel of his palm as you come with a whine. Your sounds are so beautiful when his senses are dialed in like this. Like when his vision is taken away, his hearing becomes even stronger, hanging on your every moan and whimper. Sounds he’s dreamed of hearing you make. Once you come down, his strong arms instantly lift you up, carrying you like it’s nothing. Walking through the walk-in closet with your bedroom his destination in mind. 

“You’re gonna hit the door!” You squeal with a laugh. Reaching a hand out as a bumper so you both don’t wipe out. “This is your fault, I can’t see a thing.” He grins, holding you with one arm and using his other hand to feel for where he’s going. Finally making it back into the bedroom unharmed. “Where’s the bed?” 

“Just take it off!” You giggle, pulling the silk from his face and watching his eyes adjust. A satisfied smile on his face. His lips crash into yours in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and tasting you, needing you, finally. He lowers you down on the bed with steady strong hands. Making sure you can lie down comfortably. His lips never leaving your and his body slotting between your thighs. 

He’s always been rough and serious, always been able to resist temptation or his own desires, especially when it comes to his job. But he finds himself weak to you. He’ll probably be fired but it will have been worth it…

Taglist!! love my sweeties!

@spooky-sculder

@slushycoookie @xxyaoi-nationxx @snails-doodles22 @scaryplanetdestroyer @fate13

@divorcepaperz @yeahnohoneybye @zaunsin @tomalymme @drefear

@mrs-pondwater19 @saintdiior @aphinthestars @hyjionie

@palomanh @maxad99 @muuuwoppppp @reader-1290

@sp0ck136

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[kogglyuffs]

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