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Keeping Quiet

Pairing -> Mina Adze (OC) x f!reader

Summary -> Mina keeps you occupied with a new toy

Warning -> unknown position(?), getting eaten out (reader receiving), gentle domination, teasing, lots of praise, silicone toy

General -> sorry i wrote this while horny for this imaginary vampire i made up… if it’s bad don’t tell me GIVE ME IDEAS PLEASE

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Soft gasps rung through the air as Mina slowly thrusted her hips up into your cunt. She was on her back, her hands wrapped around your thighs, holding your legs up in the air. Her hips bucked into your own as she felt the pressure of the silicone cock in your channel, pressing into her clit simultaneously.

The belt around her waist kept it secure as the silicone grew slick from your arousal. Mina’s eyes were closed as her manicured nails dug into your legs, keeping them upright and bruising them in the process.

“Shhh… you’re taking mommy so good… so good babygirl…” Mina cooed into your ear, kissing the lobe gently as she bucked into you harder, wiggling her hips around to stir her fake cock into her your clinging walls.

She was teasing you unintentionally, even if she was trying to keep you quiet. People were sleeping in the castle; guests from a dinner party. Mina had been eyeing you all night - her beautiful girlfriend and couldn’t stop thinking of having you like this.

She had ate you out first, obviously, she wasn’t crazy. She stretched you on her tongue until you came, then had you stuffed full of a silicone cock with ridges and veins, a bulbous head atop it. She was going to enjoy this, even if it meant trying to keep you quiet and teasing you a little more.

Her hand slipped to your front, pressing two fingers to your clit as she hummed into your ear. “Such a good girl for mommy… taking her cock so well…” she heard you moan in response, a weak sound as she bucked her hips harder into you, hips slapping against ass.

It was probably useless to keep quiet for the guests, all of them having heard you both already. But she tried anyway. It gave you that gentle domination you craved and made her feel like she was on top of the world.

She grunts in rhythm with her thrusts, humping up into you faster before jerking her hips, letting them stutter and imaging her balls twitching and emptying out in you. Her cock was pressed into your deepest spot, making you babble and mewl, your cum leaking over the silicone as Mina pants over your ear.

“Good girl… cumming so nicely. Such a good, good girl for mommy. Mommy’s good girl…” she growled, Mina’s eyes closed in absolute pleasure.

She thought it would be two rounds and done, but no. The feeling of immense pressure on her clit and your walls clamping her in made her keep you in this position for hours. Pounding, praising, cumming, and imagining… she couldn’t get enough and wouldn’t until it was early morning and both of you were limp in each other’s arms.

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*Photos from Pinterest

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Something Special

Pairing -> Astra Amika (OC) x f!reader

Summary -> Astra, usually content to lay around with you, caught a whiff of something she wanted and took it…

Warning -> HORNDOG ACTIVITIES, Astra is a lovesick fool, eating someone out😜

General -> PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS! GUYS I WANT TO WRITE SO BAD

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Nothing could hold back Astra. She was a ruthless, cynical werewolf who knew nothing of slowing down and stopping. She was either all in, or was never there to begin with.

But when it came to you, Astra was completely different though. She wasn’t mean or cruel, instead a gentle puppy who wanted nothing more than to cling to you and howl happily.

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Astra laid her head in your lap, her pointed ears rubbing against your clothed stomach as she curled into you. You were absently playing on your phone, your fingers dancing across your screen, your focus on the game you were invested in rather than your werewolf girlfriend. She didn’t mind that you weren’t paying attention to her, but it still made her pout as she turned over and nosed her snout into your stomach.

Her nose was damp, making you shiver as you look down and stroke her head. She purred happily, preening under your hand as her paw-like hands curl around you, her claws digging in to your back.

With a deep breath in, Astra quirked her brow when she smelt the familiar scent of your heady core, your face etched with concentration as you stay oblivious to Astra’s expert nose.

She whined in the back of her throat, her eyes narrowing to slits as she nuzzled her nose in between your legs, gripping you even closer as she practically drooled.

The thought of your sweet cunt in her mouth made her pants grow damp. Astra glanced up at you, noticed how focused you were and pouted.

“Would you… be mad… if I took your pants off? They’re in the way… of something.” She rasped with a cheeky grin, her finger stroking the buttons along the front of your jeans.

With a giggle, you nod your head, knowing already what she wanted and feeling excited by the prospect. She was needy and always hungry for you, one taste never enough for her.

Her fingers deftly unbutton your pants, pulling the flaps aside as she licked her chops, eagerly looking at your clothed pussy.

“Oh, and these are in the way too. Can I take these off too… for something?”

You snicker again, feeling bashful as you nod your head again. “What is this, something you want?” Your voice teasing even as she eagerly pulls your underwear down, her tail wagging happily.

She didn’t respond as she pressed her snout above your hair covered cunt, her eyes blown wide as you squirm under her.

She growled angrily, like your squirming offended her as she nosed down lower, digging her face between your sweet thighs. She breathed in a sickeningly sweet smell of your folds, Astra’s mouth salivating.

You scoot off of the couch, letting yourself sit flatter so she could have more access to your sweet spot, her snout already buried inside as she licked a stripe along your folds, collecting your arousal on her tongue.

She purred happily, her claws digging into your sides as she lapped hungrily as you cunt, her slippery tongue dancing along your folds before plunging into your entrance, flicking in and out as she gathered your heavenly juices the tip of her pink appendage.

Astra’s chest heaved as she moved to kneel over your lap, her head buried deeper into your pussy as she slurped and pushed her tongue into you further.

You moan and whimper, your hand in her fur, holding her close as your hips buck upward. Astra’s own pussy ached and glistening, but she was too invested in your own to even bother with taking care of herself.

Within moments, she felt your walls clench around her pink tongue, milking it like a cock as she pumped you faster, pushing her tongue in further until she heard you whisper her name and felt sweet, sticky cum gush around her. She whimpered with delight and drank it up, lapping and kissing at your folds as she held your legs apart.

With everyone else she was mean and cruel, but with you, she was a pussy-drunk fool.

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Pent-Up

Pairing -> Mina Adze (OC) x f!reader

Summary -> You come home pent-up and stressed; Mina can’t stand to see you like that and helps

Warning(s) -> Mommy kink (sorry not sorry), praise kink, fingering, breastfeeding (or nursing), lots of praise

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The day has started off boring and lackluster. Your job in the village consisting of the same things over and over again. It was a routine that kept your money flowing - even though you didn’t need it with Mina - and kept you busy.

But today, your work made you pent-up. Pent-up with annoyance and frustration, these emotions just bubbling in your chest. It was hard to let them out at home though, especially with how you didn’t want to feel like a burden on Mina.

She cared so deeply for you and loved you inside and out, but you didn’t want to constantly bug her, even if it was something that she might care to know about. But even without saying anything, you waltzed into her home, a grand black castle on a mountain, and were embraced by the darkness of the interior walls. Soon, you felt a pair of arms around your waist, your lover soon embracing you too.

No words were spoken but she knew that something was wrong. Something in your demeanor or presence seemed off and she was on you in an instant, cupping your face in her hands and tilting your head up to look at her. “Baby… tell me what’s wrong? You seem frazzled.” She cooed, trying to coax the issue out of you.

“Just pent up… stressed maybe.” You reply, feeling embarrassed and a little ashamed.

She could sense the emotions in your head and kissed your face. Her plump lips lingering all over your face as she kissed your cheeks and nose before landing on your lips. “Come here, let me make you feel better.”

Mina took your hand in her own, her pale hand enveloping yours as she pulled you towards the couch in the grand living room, settling you on her lap. Your head lay against her sternum as she rubbed your stomach soothingly, her eyes full of love and affection. “Let Mommy make you feel better, baby. It’s okay.” She promised, kissing your head lovingly, a hint of determination in her voice.

Carefully, she unbuttoned her blouse, the black garment opening up to expose her pale chest and the bosom pouring out of her bra. It only took a few moments before she unhooked the flimsy material around her breasts, positioning your head against her left boob.

Mina cradled your head with her free hand, holding you dear as she lifted her breast to your mouth, her nipple hardened. Her areola was a deep pink, one that contrasted with her pale complexion, her nipple a shade lighter.

“Mhm, my baby needs her mommy to cool off. Just relax your pretty head, baby. Mommy’s got you.” She cooed, her voice soothing and relaxing. She moaned softly as you latched onto her hardened nipple, sucking slowly and gently like the good girl you were. Mina felt your tongue curling around the tip of her perky, pebbled nipple. Her back arching into the sensation as she closed her eyes in satisfaction.

“Such a pretty girl. My pretty girl…” she praised, her hand slowly creeping down your belly and towards your pants. She unbuttoned your jeans tenderly and moved towards your silky panties, admiring the way they fit you so nicely, how they complimented your dripping slit so prettily.

She heard your moan, the soft sound from your throat as you arch your hips into her hand instinctively. “Such a good girl for Mommy.” She says, her fingers dipping under your panties as she rubs at your slit, gathering your sticky arousal on her pointer and middle fingers, humming lovingly as she finds your clit.

Her fingers rub in soothing, slow circles as she pets your neck, her fingers circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. “This is what my good girl needed… wasn’t it?” She asked, watching you nod as she pressed harder against your clit. She felt the vibrations of your moan against her breast as she rubbed your clitoris in a back and forth motion aiming to slowly build up your pleasure as you nursed on her breast so sweetly.

You were here girlfriend - her baby - she wouldn’t let you walk about all pent-up. She kissed your forehead tenderly as she started to rub with more vigor, her fingers rolling together and squelching inside of your folds. Mina could feel you squirm as you started to reach your climax, your eyes closing and hips bucking into her fingers. She loved when you sucked on her tit and she made you came. It turned her on more than anything else in the relationship you both shared, just to see her words and actions help you that much after a stressful day.

Soon, she felt your walls contract around her fingers, your eyes squeezing closed as you cum. “Good girl.” She purred, kissing your forehead gently as she continued to rub your clit lovingly, massaging and kneading the bundle with care. “You were such a good girl for me, cumming so nicely for Mommy… My good girl deserves a nice bath and cuddles in bed, don’t you think?” She offered, knowing you weren’t one to pass up cuddles and being doted on.

And maybe… if you were really good she’d throw in some fingers too.

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*All photos from Pinterest

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｡𖦹°‧ Master List pt.2 ｡𖦹°‧

i ran out of room on my other one so i made another one

this one will be the smut stories😏😏

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01 -> Studying - Mina Adze loves holding you in her lap, but sometimes the warmth… and the silence… and your body pressed into hers gets the best of her. (NSFW)

02 -> Sweetness - Mina Adez thinks everything can be fixed with… make up sex? (NSFW)

03 -> Entanglement - Pamela Isley hates when you neglect yourself; but she hates it even more when you let others treat you as a pawn (NSFW)

04 -> Salty Lips and Siren Calls - Maybe Carina Neptune will keep you around for awhile… (NSFW)

05 -> Pent-Up - You come home pent-up and stressed; Mina can’t stand to see you like that and helps (NSFW)

06 -> Something Special - Astra, usually content to lay around with you, caught a whiff of something she wanted and took it… (NSFW)

07 -> Keeping Quiet - Mina keeps you occupied with a new toy (NSFW)

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Salty Lips and Siren Calls

Pairing -> Carina Neptune (OC) x f!reader

Summary -> Maybe she’ll keep you around for awhile…

Warnings -> drowning, suggestive, fingering, eating out, gill fingering, kinda dirty talk, nipple play, hair pulling

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The sea was harsh against your skin, ripping at your arms and lungs as the salty water soaked into you. You were stuck in a loop of back and forth, the water rocking you around since you’d been caught in a rope and only your feet were free.

At first you were panicking, but then you just gave up, only lying limply as you bobbed up and down with the rhythms of the waves. You didn’t know how long you had been there. How long you had been stuck but you were anxious too care.

Just when you didn’t think anything could get worse, you felt something brush against your legs, a feeling of something slimy and scaly against your legs. You yelp in surprise, watching a head rise from the water.

A head of a woman, a woman with long black hair and white, blank looking eyes. Her teeth were barred as she observed you, the gills on the side of her neck rippling.

“What the hell are you?” You sputter, feeling afraid and anxious, but all the woman does is wrap her arms around you and drag you under the water. You scream for help, hoping someone could hear you, but nothing happens.

After a few shorts moments that felt like a lifetime to you, you’re brought to a cave with an air bubble at its surface, the woman setting you down on the ledge of the rocks before using her sharp webbed fingers to slash away the ropes keeping you bound.

“It’s not very nice to swear at your savior…” the woman spoke, lifting herself up to sit on the ledge with you, displaying her gray scaled tail and her chest covered half-heartedly in more of the shimmery scales.

“I’m sorry… but I thought you were like… some disembodied head! You scared me. I didn’t expect a whole mer-“

“Siren, dearest human.” She corrected, stopping you mid-sentence.

A small snicker escaped you as she corrected you, a blush on your face.

“Oh… you’re red. Pretty human is red…” Carina reached forward, pulling you towards her, her webbed fingers on your cheek.

She had never seen a humans face like this before. But she loved it. Her fingers traced against your lips as she leaned forward, observing you closely.

“I wonder how you taste.” She questioned, speaking more to herself as she slowly kissed you, bringing her chin to yours as she slid her tongue into your mouth and dominated your lips.

You couldn’t help but moan in surprise, her tail flipping in arousal as she kissed you deeper. After only a few seconds, she pulled away enough to eagerly look you up and down. “What else do you taste like?”

“Well maybe you can have a taste… if you want…” you offer shyly, her hands on your face as she pulled away, giving you a wide eyed look. Carina couldn’t believe what you were saying. She couldn’t wait to taste something other than salty cum or feel scaled slits grind against her own.

Gently, Carina pushed you to the floor, her body hovering over your own. With one hand supporting her, she unzipped and unbuttoned your pants, slipping them away and tossing them onto the rocks to dry somewhere else. Through your underwear, she could see you, and she loved it.

A soft chirping noise escaped her lips as she leaned down and pushed your legs aside, finding them useless as she lapped at your clothed pussy, her face shoved into your underwear as she breathed in the heady scent. She didn’t even mind the hair tickling her face, just finding it more attractive as it soaked up the scent and taste of your juices.

You whimper, your hands in her hair out of instinct and it only encourages her to go further. She drags her tongue along your folds, the wet sounds of your arousal against cloth making her own slit throb with need.

Within seconds, Carina slashes the fabric away with her webbed hands, her forked tongue lapping at her lips as she soaked up the sight of you, all swollen and puffy, just begging to be stuffed. She had never seen something so sweet. So edible and beautiful. You were dripping onto the rocks below, and she was eager to sop up everything and more, maybe even to suffocate in your divine body.

She bowed down again and plunged her tongue in with no warning, leaving you moaning as you tug her hair and pull, her forked tongue pumping in and out as she pleasured you. The two prongs gave ample opportunity for pleasure on both her part and your own as it flicked against your gummy walls and felt it clench.

Carina had never tasted a human pussy before and now… she didn’t think she could go back to anything else. She moaned into you, stuffing you full of her tongue as you grind into her face, a happy chirp escaping her.

Without even noticing, Carina’s hands have slipped up your shirt, the webbed fingers pawing at your bra before she peels it away and palms at your breasts, making you moan in ecstasy. Not only was she a pussy addict now, but she was addicted to the softness of your breasts too. She pinched and rolled your nipples, making you squirm and whine in arousal.

Here you were, being eaten out as she fondled your breasts, rolling your nipples and massages the tender flesh as she moaned into your sopping folds. “Tastes so good… don’t wanna leave.” She pants, using her tongue to lap at your clit and suck on it in the way that made you produce the most noises.

Your hands tug at her hair again as you whimper to her, your head leaned back in a blissful expression as she flicks against your gummy walls and plunges in and out, eating you up liked a starved woman. “Fuck! Gonna… gonna cum!” You mewl, your toes curling in pleasure as she rams her tongue into you, breaking your resolve and leaving you a mess of cum and sweat on the rocks.

Carina wastes no time in cleaning you up though, her hands spreading your folds apart as she shoves her head in and licks you dry, leaving you ready for more. But, you made your promise.

Carina lifts your trembling body into a sitting position before lying down on her back, her arms at her sides. She looked pretty like this, desperate and hungry to be taken by your fingers.

Carefully, you straddle her tail, your trembling hands running down from her waist to her slit as you admire the scales making a more shimmery appearance. Unlike humans, mermaids and sirens had a slit that hid their genitalia, your hand already having found it as you massage the skin and scales carefully.

With a careful hand, you dipped your index finger in, plunging into her own sopping and needy hole. Your body burned with arousal as she chirped happily, your eyes full of desire as you rub the slit up and down, your index getting lost before your other fingers join.

She moaned, and you knew you did something, your fingers dragging along the sensitive nub of her clit as you pinched it between your fingers and rolled it, listening to her moan and whimper, her gills rippling against her throat.

“So tight… can’t get my fingers in…” you muse, but it wasn’t a big deal to you. You could fix it. She needed a little stretching, that was all. With gentle movements, you plug your fingers into her sopping pussy, watching as they disappeared with the scales and precum.

“Rub my gills… please…” Carina whimpered as she tail thumped under you, her eyes wide as she begged you for more of your beautiful human touches.

With your fingers knuckle deep in her cunt, pumping in and out as you scissor and spread her salty folds; you raise your hand to her neck, your hand hesitating before gently caressing the gills on grey skin.

They were cold and slimy feeling as you rubbed and thumbed over them like pages, your thumb sinking in as she moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back.

“Feels good? I’m not hurting you?” You whisper, feeling aroused again just watching her. Your own leaking pussy was still dripping on her scales as she nodded her head up and down eagerly, making sure you kept your hand there and kept fingering her gills. They were sensitive. So sensitive. But she loved the ticklish sensation mixed with your fingers spreading her wide.

“Love your human hands… feels so good. Can’t go back to anything else. No… no mermaids… n-no sirens… just human hands and sopping cunts…” Carina mewls, her hips bucking into your hand as she thrusts and begs for an orgasm.

“Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum for your human? Wanna taste you…” you growl, trying to be seductive but feeling your voice waver with a moan. Her thrusted scales arched into your pussy as you squeeze your thighs around her tail, keeping her tail to your slit.

Carina wanted to respond, but with your fingers in her gills and her pussy being spread wide and ready to be sucked dry, she couldn’t help but thrust desperately into your hand and cum, the white-grayish substance pooling out of her scale covered slit.

Without thinking, you lick her up, soaking up the essence she leaked out onto her scales with fervor. She tasted salty. Sweet though too.

“Muh~ felt so good…” Carina moaned, feeling blissed out of her mind as she pulled you on top of her and kissed your face lovingly.

Maybe Carina would keep you for a while…

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*Photos from Pinterest

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You don't need anyone's approval for the stories you write and the art you create. But it's also absolutely valid to want some approval from your audience. Kudos and likes don't determine your creation's worth. But it just feels amazing to receive them.

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Studying

Pairing -> Mina Adze (OC) x f!reader

Summary -> Mina loves holding you in her lap, but sometimes the warmth… and the silence… and your body pressed into hers gets the best of her.

Warning -> suggestive thoughts, swearing, teasing, fingering (r!receiving), cum eating, praise kink, Mina is a horndog

General -> am i embarrassed of this? maybe. do i really care? no.

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You sat on her lap, your back to her chest as you sipped on your tea. The liquid steaming in your teacup as you hum and cozy up to her chest, watching as she worked diligently around you.

Her arms were around your waist as she reached for the desk, scribbling and flipping pages. “Is your tea good, darling? Not too hot?” Mina hummed, kissing the back of your head.

She loved the weight of you in her lap, feeling you settled in against her was like snuggling a weighted blanket. A reassurance that you were here, right where you were supposed to be.

“Mhm… tastes good. It’s a new tea. Ro…Rooibos tea?” You stumble, lifted the cup up over your shoulder to her lips. Instinctively, she drank, the warm fluid traveling down.

“Oh, that is good. Good choice, my love.” Mina hummed, her hand resting on your thigh as she jotted down notes and nuzzled your head.

The silence of her castles office was gentle, it wasn’t an abrasive silence. Just a soft one with the occasional sound of pops in the wood or servants passing by the grand doors.

The silence was comforting, but it made Mina’s head travel to other places. Places other than work. Like, what is she dropped it all and cuddled you on the lounger? Or maybe read you a book? Or bent you over the desk… or ate you out while she praised you the way she knew you liked.

It made her head spin as her hand traveled upwards on your thigh, cupping your cunt. A soft hum escaped you, one of either surprise or pleasure, she wasn’t sure.

“Oh, my darling likes that?” Mina smiled as she nuzzled the back of your head again, watching the grip on your tea cup grow tighter, your knuckles white. Mina’s thumb swiped back and forth over the fabric of your pants, giving your cunt stimulation while keeping it subtle.

Mina flipped through pages still, marking things down and scribbling away as her hand left the front of your pants and slid down fabric, her fingers tracing under the underwear as she went straight to her favorite snack, meal, and dessert.

She wanted to do this properly, to have you on the bed to see your blissed out face as you came, but she didn’t want to move. And you felt so warm on her lap. So, slowly, Mina palmed your pussy, the aching hole wet already.

A sigh of relief passed through your lips as you gripped your tea cup tighter, feeling her thumb and pointer rub and caress your clit. Mina couldn’t see it, but she already knew what it looked like. Soft, pink, sopping. All for her too.

She thumbed your clit for a few more strokes, hearing your moans beginning and knowing you liked this. Liked having her hand down your pants. Such a naughty thing you were.

Mina carefully slithered a finger into your hole, your gummy walls sucking her finger up to the knuckle. You squirm, whining and throbbing around her as you try not to spill tea on your shirt. With a moan, you feel her thrust her finger into you, curling and uncurling in a steady rhythm before she slips another one in.

“Fuck… so tight for me. Don’t even have to see it to know you’re making a mess of your panties. Such a good girl… my good girl…” she praises, pumping and curling into your wet, gummy walls before scissoring them in and out.

Within a moments time, she knew you were almost close. It was a divine feeling, to be sucked into your gaping pussy as she slipped in a third one and muttered sweet nothings into your ear, kissing the lobe.

Within a few more heavy pumps, she felt you tighten around her fingers. Her nails brushing against the gummy skin as you gasp and shake, tea spilling onto your lap as you gush.

She keeps you coming - literally, by pumping and thrusting. Her fingers moving and disappearing into your sweet, sweet pussy. She loved every moment. The lewd noises. The sounds of your gasps and moans. The way you shake as you came again.

Everything was perfect. You were perfect. She loved your pussy. The taste, the look, the smell. She moaned as she pulled her pumping fingers out, slipping them carefully out so she could suck and lap at the cum on her fingers.

“Such a good girl. Made a mess for me, such a mess. But don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.”

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* Photos from Pinterest

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Entanglement

Pairings -> Pamela Isley x f!reader

Summary -> Pam hates when you neglect yourself; but she hates it even more when you let others treat you as a pawn

Warning -> thigh riding, praise, fingering (r!receiving), bondage (r!receiving), ass play (?)

General -> to like this or not to like this, that is the question. and, IS IT MAYBE NOT ACCURATE TO THE CHARACTER?! YEA?! I DONT CARE! SUCK IT! also, you should totally give me your ideas, i’m bored and need inspiration <3

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Self deprecation and negligence was something that ran deep in your bones. It was something you hid well, but your best friend and your roommate Pamela knew you too well for you to hide. If you worked too hard, she knew. If you were stressed and overwhelmed, she knew and was there to help.

She was there for it all. Through thick and thin, she was there. So when she found out you had been neglecting yourself again, leaving yourself out to dry and letting everyone else use you as some sort of pawn, she knew exactly what to do.

It was simple really. All friends do this, obviously. It wasn’t anything to worry about or to be concerned over as Pam was kissing you on her bed, your shirt on the floor and her own discarded somewhere else.

“Baby… you have to start taking care of yourself. Even my plants know that and they aren’t sentient. C’mere, let me help you.” She pointed to the bed, pointing for you to lay on your stomach.

Vines crawled from the floors to your wrists, pulling you into the right position: on your elbows and knees. Pam hummed from behind you, admiring you as you trembled and shake, uncertain but full of desire. She loved seeing you like this. It was new; a territory she hadn’t explored yet.

“My, my… such a pretty girl. Aren’t you? Such a shame you don’t belong to anyone. Such a shame I can do this all night and no one can get mad at me for it. I’d rather enjoy fighting over you…” she mumbled as she kneaded the plumpness of your ass in her hands, feeling it and squeezing. Her nails raked across them before she let them go further and further down, slipping to your wet pussy. She loved it. It was pink and begging for her. A sigh escaped her lips as she drank you in, wanting to devour you whole.

Slowly, she traced your entrance, hearing you moan and squirm around, the vines tightening around you. “It’s okay…” she reassured as she slipped a finger in, your hole sopping and her finger sliding in to the knuckle. She slid it around slowly, giving temperamental thrusts. Each one produced a gasp from you - a gasp that went straight to her own cunt, her clit aching.

She pumping you with her finger, her free hand massaging your ass, distracting you enough to slip in a second finger. She pumped them inside of you, scissoring them and stretching you wide. The heel of her palm pressed into your clit, rubbing it as she stretches and pumps. Pam’s hand against your soft ass traveled to your cheeks, gently prying them apart and massaging them open, teasing the tense hole as she hummed from behind.

Your moans were loud. Soft babbles and mewls passing your lips as she smiled from behind you, her face full of satisfaction and happiness. “Such a good girl… feels so tight. So fucking good for me…” she praised, kissing your spine as she slips a third one in, testing the limits and knowing you’d pop soon.

Your stomach feels tight and her slender fingers pumping in and out of your aching pussy make you shudder and whine. Your gummy walls ache and construct around her, a sign of your pleasure. With a few more dirty praises and rubs to your clit with her heel, you feel the burn of your stomach, the familiar tingling in your cunt as you cum.

Pam pumps as you cum, her smile large as she coos, “Good girl! That’s my sweet girl! Cumming so sweetly for me!” She slipped her fingers out, the sound lewd and wanton. With a shuffle of sheets, and shows you the cum on her fingers, the fluid dripping before she licks it clean and smiles, kissing your nose.

“Such a mess… all for me. Tastes so good. Mmm, need you here, sweet thing. In my lap. Come here, sweetheart.” She pats her thigh, sitting back on the headboard. Her toned thighs on display.

She was going to work you until you were spent and couldn’t think anymore, your poor brain fucked dumb by her. Maybe then you wouldn’t let others walk all over you. A real woman having shown you what it felt like to be given a good fuck.

Slowly, she guides you to straddle your thigh, a smile on her face as caresses your cheek. “Ride me. Ride me like a good girl.”

She watched as you slowly dragged your sopping pussy back and forth in slow motions, her own core aching. It felt impossibly slow, watching you. Pam reached for your hips, guiding you in a faster motion that angled your clit to her knee, over and over again. Your own knee brushed her core, making her moan. She guided you in circles, then up and down. You were riding her thigh like a damn horse and she couldn’t be more proud, even if she had to help.

“Fuck… Such a pretty girl… such… ah… good girl…” she praised, her eyes lidded as she watched you thrust into her thigh, your aching clit flicking back and forth as you panted and moaned. She felt your hands wander, clinging to her shoulders as you got into the movements and focused.

Pam had never seen something so pretty, someone so beautiful that was pleasuring herself and her all at once. She felt her pussy tighten, her clit swollen against her soaked panties. She moaned, the sounds bouncing off of the sides of the walls as she came. It was sinful sight, one of mixed fluids as you came and she ruined her underwear and the sheets. The smell of sweat and arousal was in the air as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you onto her and rubbing your back.

“My baby… no more negativity. You keep neglecting yourself and I won’t be so nice next time.” Pam warned, a cheeky smirk on her face as vines circled around your body, enveloping you in warmth and sandwiching you to her. You were throughly worn out and satisfied, feeling blissed out and confident in your afterglow sheen.

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*Photos from Pinterest

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Sweetness

Pairing -> Mina Adze (OC) x f!reader

Summary -> Everything can be made better with… make up sex?

Warnings -> Praise kink, over the top, Mommy kink :0, “the lean in” position, toxicity(?)

General -> i’m back, divas and i’m gayer than ever.

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Fuck.

Mina hurt you and she didn’t even mean to. Work had been piling up lately and the last thing she wanted was her little human love to feel ignored. When you came into her office so distraught and heartbroken, she felt guilty beyond belief.

Even now, she felt guilty and it was the next day. It was resolved and you were back in her arms, your soft body encased in her arms as she kissed your cheek and nose, nuzzling into the pulse point on your neck and reassuring herself that you were here. She had to make it up to you, but how?

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You were on your back, Mina’s head between your thighs as you bent your legs at the joint. Her long black hair was draped onto your knees and stomach as you relaxed, or tried too. Mina was lost in Heaven. A Heaven she thought she never would have found as she sucked on your clit, licking your folds and making out sloppily with your beautiful pussy.

Sure, she had been in this position before. But c’mon, make up sex was pretty hot when you were a vampire and your soft human was aching for your skilled hand and tongue.

She felt her own ache as she smothered her face into your womenhood, her eyes opening as she watched your bliss out face at her good work. Mina heard your moans for her, your ache for her deep in your chest and it came out in whines and moans. It turned her on more than anything else. Your chest heaved up and down as you felt her expert tongue twirl and plung into your middle, the only warm part of her making you squirm and mewl.

Slowly, she sucked on your clitros, flicking it and sucking it, making sure you were throughly distracted before she slipped one of her manicured fingers into your sopping hole. She plunged it in and out. Pumping you full before slipping another one in.

She heard your whines and moans, your head burrowing into the pillow as she relished in her abilities to make you forget all about her neglect. Mina moaned into your sweetness. The heady scent mixed with sweat and arousal had her back arching and her pussy aching for you. “So good… love your pussy. Tastes better than any blood I’ve drank,” she purred as she thrusted her fingers into and out.

The contractions in your stomach were visible as she sucked your mound again, giving it extra attention and waiting for you to cum. She wanted to feel it against her skin, your heady scent coating her just like the blood of her enemies did.

“Come on sweet girl, cum for Mommy. You’ve been such a good girl… such a patient girl and you deserved this reward. Cum for me now, sweetness.” She praised, trying to coax you as she sucked on your clit like a candy, licking and coating it in drool that strung out in ropes.

Her praise must’ve been enough because soon she was blown aside by your release, the pale discharge quickly lapped up as her hands smoothed your inner thighs out of praise. “Did such a good job… now it’s time for me to feel good, okay?”

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*Photos from Pinterest

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Nap Time

Pairing - Miguel O’Hara x gn!teen!reader

Summary - Trust is a powerful thing, Miguel holds a lot of it in you.

Warnings - neglect, bad family relationships

A/N - ah! i’m sorry for not posting the devil Miguel story yet but i have like 0 motivation! comments and suggestions are always welcome and appreciated:)

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Miguel knew of you and your parents… estranged relationship. He knew how painful their words were for you and how much they stung, they made his heart ache for you everytime you came into the HQ with puffy eyes from the night before. That’s why he gave you the address and code to his apartment, telling you to let yourself in anytime you needed away from them.

At first you hesitated, not wanting to intrude but the more and more your parents made you cry the more and more you wanted away from them any chance you could get. So whenever your parents started getting really mean with you, you typed the address into your watch and disappeared for a day or two until you felt better.

This time wasn’t any different, you had gotten home from school just fine and greeted your parents with a smile and a happy attitude. One neither reciprocated. Your mother started spewing hate and nonsense towards you the second you walked through the door — your father just standing there and agreeing. It left you in tears and anger as you quickly packed your extra backpack with a change of clothes and toiletries. You walked through the portal, your school backpack and your personal backpack in hand as you safely traveled dimensions and made it to Miguel’s apartment.

You sat your things down with a light thump beside his couch as you dragged your school backpack towards you and dug through it with a sniffle. You found your homework and placed it gently on the coffee table, making sure not to knock anything of Miguel’s over. You then worked until you physically couldn’t, finding yourself to be much too exhausted after a few pages of heavy material. You yawned and laid back on the couch, placing a pillow under your head as you slowly drifted to sleep, your moms words echoing over and over in your mind.

(time skip)

Miguel could hear you from the bottom floor of his complex, your heart thumping in a steady rhythm as he reached his apartment door. He unlocked the door quietly so as to not wake you as he crept into the apartment, closing and locking the door softly behind him. He set down his files and other various things with a sigh as he shuffled closer to the couch, peering over the edge at you with a smile. He felt all of the weight lift off of him as he looked at your sleeping face, finding peace and tranquility in how calm you looked.

He slipped off his shoes quietly as he gently walked over to you, sitting on his knees in front of your face to really look at you. He noticed your puffy eyes right away and fought back every urge to just sweep you away from your parents never to be seen by them again. Miguel placed a cold hand on your warm cheek, making you shift a little in your sleep. He only shushed you and placed his other hand on the empty cheek, your face encapsulated fully in his big hands. He rubbed his thumbs in circles on your cheeks as he felt a low rumble start in his chest, only growing by the second the more he looked at you. Miguel pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before getting the blanket off of the edge of the couch and wrapping you in it. You looked so warm and precious as he gently pushed you against the back of the couch as he wrapped his broad arms around your stomach, his legs beside yours, and his head in the crook of your neck. His purring only intensified, his claws retracting on their own as he gently massaged your back, making biscuits like a cat.

You may have been asleep but you felt his talons gently pressing into your back and his loud purring in your ear as you smiled warmly and cuddled into him more. Miguel felt like he could die happy with you in his arms, fast asleep and away from both of your parents. He would stop at nothing to help you as much as he could and if letting you stay in his apartment was one of them, then he didn’t really mind. Your company was warm and usually quiet. You just followed him like a shadow and that made him love you just a little more. He’d never been the type of person for naps but now, all he ever wanted to do was nap with you in his arms or on his chest, the whole world melting away around you as you both slept soundly in each other's embrace.

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A Warning

Pairing - Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Summary - Uh oh! Matt is worried about you, taking the liberty of inviting himself into your home

Warnings - lots of Y/N use, home invasion?!

A/N - dudes this was one of my first stories like ever and i don’t know if i like it. comments and suggestions are welcome and appreciated:)

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You had just came home from what seemed like the longest mission in all of human kind. You expected everything to be as it was and to see everything as you left it. Perfect.

What you didn't expect was your door to be open. You knew for a fact that you locked and dead bolted your door before leaving your apartment complex. You were 100% certain.

Preparing for the worst, you grabbed your extendable batton and stepped closer to your apartment door. You placed your back against the wall and gently swung the door open. You quietly tiptoed in and looked for signs of life.

You looked first in the kitchen, the room that the front door opens too. Making sure to make no noise, you checking your knifes. Nothing was missing. Thank God.

Next you made your way through the long hall towards the bathroom. You opened the door and used your extended batton to push back the shower curtain. Nothing.

The last place you checked was your living room. You didn't bother with the bedrooms because by the time you were done with the bathroom, you heard very quiet movement. You raised your batton, ready to swing, when suddenly a large figure stood before you.

You swung and made a direct hit at the side of the head. At least you thought so. Instead you felt a pair of hands on the other side of your batton, holding it still.

"Wow. What a way to say 'Hello'. Nice to see you again Y/N." said the pair of hands on the other side of the batton.

You recognized the voice immediately. Quickly you swung the batton out of their hands and collapsed it. "Murdock. What are you doing here so late?" To be fair that was a stupid question because in the moonlight streaming in from your big windows, you saw his Devil horns knowing he was on patrol once more.

"I don't know. Just thought I'd come visit. I kept knocking on your door, but I didn't get a response, so I let myself in. I hope you don't mind." he said with a smirk.

You glared at him hoping that he could feel the glare even though he couldn't see it.

"Ha ha. Very funny. I thought I told you I was on a mission and wouldn't be back for a few weeks?"

"Oh you did. I just figured you'd be back by now, or soon so I decided to surprise you."

You were confused. Matt and you were friends but you weren't the closest. So him just barging in and waiting for you like this was weird.

"What are you thinking about over there Y/N?"

"This doesn't make sense. You and me are friends but not like this? Why are you all of the sudden deciding to just randomly pop in?"

Matt sighed, thinking of the right words before speaking, "I think you're in danger. You've angered a few too many people and I think you should leave until I can get them under control. I don't want to see you hurt, especially from these people. And yes, I know you can protect yourself but I know for certain that they have tricks up their sleeves that neither of us know about. I wanted to warn you, tell you to leave the city until Foggy or I called you."

You stepped closer and took his hand letting him know you were listening and still here. "Thank you for being worried about me. And I would listen to you but I don't have enough energy to process this. I've been gone for 3 weeks and I haven't slept for more than 5 hours in those weeks. How about you stay the night and explain everything to me in the morning. I'll get the guest bedroom set up for you."

"Y/N I don't think that's smart. These guys are quick. They'll know you're back and get us both when we're at our weakest. I can't hear anything strange right now, but I have a feeling they're on their way." Matt sighed, "I think it's in your best interest to take your duffle bag and run. Don't tell me where or how, just run."

You really wanted to stay, but there was a concerning urgency in his voice, something that stopped you from arguing. You lightly squeezed his hand and moved towards your bedroom. Unlocking the door, you grabbed more supplies and clothes and went to the duffel bag you dropped in the hall. You packed everything tight and brought it inside with you to say goodbye.

"I don't know where I'm going yet, but it'll be far from here, I promise." you said with an exasperated breath.

"Thank you. I know this isn't what you want to deal with but it's for your own good. Foggy or I will call you, and I'll let Frank know what's going on too so he can keep an eye and ear out for you. Please call me if there's trouble."

"Of course." You hugged him lightly and made your way out of the door. You had no idea where to go and what to do, but you knew the first step was catching the bus.

As you sat down, you thought of what could possibly be going on, your mind racing before you rested your head on the glass. You decided you’d go and visit some out of state friends, a small smile growing on your face at the thought.

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I’m Just Glad You’re Okay

Pairing - Miguel O’Hara x gn!teen!reader

Summary - you try to prove your worth by taking on more then you can handle, but fret not! Miguel is here to save you:)

Warning - blood, crushing bones(?), Miguel going crazy, perverted villains

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He had told you time and time again to be careful, stay alert. Did you listen though? Not enough clearly.

You were currently on Earth-341, it was old-timey but swarming with villains galore. You had entered under the impression that you’d be fighting only one villain, but unfortunately, you were dearly mistaken. Somewhere along the time you traveled to the Earth after receiving the mission alert more villains popped up and fought alongside the original anomaly you intended to take down. In the back of your head you pictured Miguel, hands on his hips, giving you a stern look: Call for backup before you get hurt.

You didn’t do that though. You wanted to prove to yourself and everyone else (mostly Miguel though) that you could handle more than one anomaly at a time. You used the training he gave you and calculated every move, taking advantage of Lyla to calculate their weak points to help you better take them down.

“Lyla? What about that one? What’s the best way to take him down?” you were swinging over their heads, webbing their hands to nearby walls as you waited for her response.

“You can kick his feet out from under him and take off his backpack! It holds his power, but I really really really think you should call for help! There’s four of them and only one of you!” she gave you a pleading look as her hologram figure raced after you.

“Meh, I got this! I promise!” you gave her a reassuring smile and swung for Dr. Oct, webbing him in the stomach, and winding him. You then landed on the ground in front of him and kicked his feet with a swift leg, knocking him to the ground. You turned him over and quickly grabbed the backpack off of him before you were abruptly pulled away by claws on your shoulders, dragging you into the sky, backpack in hand.

Uh oh… the backpack grew mechanical arms and grabbed your throat before the others grabbed your arms tightly, trying to pull them away from you. You screamed and took out a special knife, laced with Miguel’s advanced technology and swung it at the arms, trying to cut them off. You would cut off one though and two more seemed to take their place. You were struggling to breathe at this point and decided to stab the foot of this giant bird holding you in the air. It let you and the backpack go, making you drop painfully to the concrete floor underneath you. Your body ached as you continued to claw the backpack off of you. You were so close to being able to breathe again when another villain, seemingly Craven the Hunter picked you up by the neck and smashed you into a wall while the Vulture made another circle around you and landed behind Craven. You were stuck and you really needed to call for help but your arms were held securely in place by the other villains around you, keeping you planted on the wall as they each gave you evil grins.

(Back at the HQ)

Miguel pinched his brow and took in a heavy breath, trying to keep his anxiety at bay. He looked at the screens before him, swiping and gazing at them each before Lyla suddenly appeared right in front of him, an urgent look on her face.

“Miguel, you need to go and help Y/N! There are more anomalies than we thought and they’re trapped. Their oxygen levels are dropping more and more every second and if you don’t get there soon…” she trailed off letting Miguel fill in the blank as he quickly typed in the Earth you were fighting on and saw you lying unconscious on the group, 4 men pulled at you and clawing at your clothes, a sick glint in their eyes. He smashed his hands down on the desk, sending a great crack through it before he leaped down his platform and traveled to you as quickly as he could.

He leaped through the portal on all fours and skidded to a stop, his eyes glittering with bloodlust, talons coming out of his hands, fangs following as he lunged at the nearest person. He pushed the Vulture to the ground and raised a clawed face to his hand, dragged it down and down again until he had enough and sunk his teeth into the man's shoulder, paralyzing the man even though he was already knocked out from the blood loss. Miguel continued wasting no time sinking in and offering heavy blows to anyone and everyone he could until he reached the last man. He loomed over him and pounded his fists into Craven’s face again and again, spewing blood over the concrete and his own face with each blow. He held nothing back as he locked eyes with the Hunter and killed him slowly.

You raised groggily, gasping for air as you soon heard the sloshing sound of blood and the cracking of bones. You pulled yourself up and gasped as you saw Miguel sitting on Craven, hitting his face over and over again even after his face was squashed to nothing, making him unrecognizable. You quickly stumbled over to Miguel and placed a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder, preparing yourself for him to mistake you for another villain. Instead, he slowed his punches and heaved slightly, like he was out of breath.

“M-Miguel… what happened? Are you okay?” you gave him a weary look as he slowly turned to face you, blood that definitely wasn’t his dripping from his face. His crimson eyes glimmered at you as you kept your eyes locked with his. He continued looking at you as you slowly backed away, fearing you were in for the lecture of a lifetime… or worse. He noticed this and suddenly his eyes changed back, a hint of sorrow glazing over his eyes before he blinked it away. He stepped forward, placing a clawed but gentle hand on your shoulder, leaning back to look at you. Your suit was ruined, and the men around you not being able to resist the fresh meat before them. You were shaking too and a dark ring was around your neck. He lifted a hand to it gently, tracing it before turning your neck, seeing it go the whole way around your little neck. He let out an earthy growl before picking you up by the legs with one arm, the other under the shoulders. You looked at him with confusion and guilt in your eyes and watched as he walked away, kicking one of your now-dead anomalies in the head before walking into the bright orange portal.

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It took several stitches and a few painkillers before you felt good enough to talk again. Miguel was there with you the whole time, not letting you out of his sight as he quietly held your hand or offered you reassuring phrases as you got stitched up. You looked at him with a ping of guilt, seeing how blood was still covering his face, not bothering to clean himself, finding your pain much more important to him. You felt warm tears drop from your eyes as the Spider-doctor left you and Miguel alone.

“I-I’m so sorry Miguel. I should’ve listened to you and what you kept telling me. I’m so stupid for thinking I could take on 4 anomalies, I’m so sorry-” Miguel cut you off by pulling you to his chest, taking a seat on your bed as he took your face in his hands, cooing at you softly. “Oh, mi amor, don’t ever speak about yourself like that. I’m mad at you for not listening but that doesn’t make you stupid. Don’t you dare call yourself that,” he spoke to you in a stern but gentle voice, wiping the tears from your eyes before kissing your forehead sweetly. You nodded your head, too tired from today’s actions to argue with him, and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him before yawning tiredly.

“Shh, go to sleep sweetheart. I won’t let you go, I promise.” he cooed in your ear softly before starting to rock you back and forth gently, coxing you to sleep.

(sorry, another time skip:])

You awoke a few hours later, your arms still around Miguel as he held you tightly to his chest, his warm breath tickling your cheek. You looked around and found you were definitely not in the med bay, noticing your posters and messy desk, recognizing immediately that Miguel took you home. You giggled softly, causing Miguel to shift under you pulling you tighter to his chest before he nuzzled his head into your hair. You smiled and mimicked his actions, resting your head on his neck and sighing in contentment.

You closed your eyes again before Miguel mumbled softly into your hair, “I’m still mad at you, and you're going to get a lecture later but I’m just glad you're okay. That lecture can wait until later…” he yawned softly, pressing a few sleepy kisses to your head before falling back asleep. You sighed in annoyance but understood you probably deserved it, but for now, you'd be content in his arms, letting them lull you back into a peaceful slumber.

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A/N - i don’t know how i feel about the beginning so hopefully its good:) feedback and suggestions are welcome!!

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Don’t Want To Lose You

Pairing - Miguel O’Hara x gn!teen!reader

Summary - Miguel has a horrible nightmare and seeks your comfort

Warnings - blood, nightmare:(

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You were fast asleep in your bed dreaming of anything and everything until your Spidey-Senses started tingling fiercely. Why were they going off at such an hour? You groaned and sat up in bed, rubbing your tired eyes before using your organic webbing to knock the “on” switch for the police scanner dangling off of your bedpost. You listened intently while your head buzzed more and more with the tingling sensation you never quite got the hand of. You listened for a few minutes to only static and stood up to turn it off. It was always useless to count on the cops for help, it was better to do it yourself anyway. You dragged your feet towards your suit and society watch before-

-A familiar looking orange portal with distortion coloring the edges slowly started sucking your things in to itself. You webbed them quickly and knocked them under the bed to put away later. Your brain finally started to work because you grabbed the watch beside you and looked for any missions that you were needed on, thinking this was a home call because you weren’t answering. Instead a disheveled and distraught Miguel strides towards you in his casual clothes, something you’ve never really seen him in before. Your pleas for forgiveness and your apologies were quickly ignored as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest.

His breathing was heavy and uneven and you had no idea what to do other than hug back. You wrapped your arms around him gently. In response he slowly lifted you off of the ground and completely into his arms. You were dangling off of the floor in his grasp hoping nothing was seriously wrong with him. You had never seen him like this and didn’t know what to do other than try to comfort him. You placed your hand on his head gently and played with his hair, doing what he always did with you when you were in distress. He squeezed you tighter to him and dropped his head on your shoulders. It was like you were this teddy bear that just so happened to have posable thumbs.

“Estaba muy preocupado. Estabas allí y luego no estabas… yo… no pude encontrarte,” his hold on you only tightened and it made it hard to breathe. “I can’t lose you… Like her… I can’t. I can’t lose you, I won't!!” His claws extended and pierced the skin where he held you tightly. A sharp hiss escaped your mouth before you found yourself on the floor of your room, falling with a soft thump.

Miguel looked at his hands and forced them to retract to normal before looking towards you. He kneeled before you and looked at you with pain in his eyes. “Lo siento mucho. Por favor, perdóname, mi vida,” he reached towards your face, taking it in his hand while using the other to help you sit up. You webbed the light switch on the other side of the room and lifted your shirt to look at the marks. They were on each side of your torso, each of his talons leaving marks that were now bleeding.

Miguel lifted you effortlessly and walked across your room towards the connected bathroom. He bumped the door open and gently sat you on the toilet. He rummaged through your bathroom cabinets and found a box of bandages, these would do. He ever so gently lifted your shirt back up and started applying all of the bandages to his claw marks. He kissed his fingers after each bandage was placed and pressed it to the wound, whispering under his breath. You leaned your head on the wall and yawned.

He finished quickly and scooped you up into his arms, leaving the bathroom. He closed the door quietly and clawed the webbing off of the light switch, turning it off again to let the moon light be the only source of illumination.

He held you tightly in his arms while he pulled the cover of your bed back. He slid both of you under the sheets and pulled it up to your head, tucking it into your sides and making you comfortable while the rest of the cover draped over Miguel.

You were getting tired, but you were also worried about Miguel. You gently reached for his hand and hugged it tightly to your chest, “Are you okay Miggy?” His eyes were focused on you… but he wasn’t completely there in the room with you. You took the hand that was to your chest and gently pushed on it, exposing his claws. His eyes focused, actually focused on you, and gave you a confused look.

“Are you okay Miguel? You have a weird look in your eyes,” he smiled at you before taking his hand out of yours and placing it gently on your face, using extra caution in rubbing circles on your cheek with his claws. “I’m okay, cariño. Thank you for being worried. It was just… a bad dream. I’ve lost too much already and I can’t lose you too. I just wouldn’t be able to bear it. Not being able to hear your laugh… see your smile… I-I-“ You shushed him and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head in the crook of his shoulder. You were never good with comforting people, so this is all you thought of doing.

He must have appreciated it because he rolled onto his back and pushed your legs into a curled position on his stomach, latching his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder as you repositioned yourself for better comfort. “It’s okay Miggy. You don’t have to talk about it. Just know that I’m here for you if you want to.” He pulled his face out from your neck and turned his head towards you, leaning forward to press gentle “thank you” kisses to your face.

In your bed you laid on Miguel, curled in a ball as you hugged him and offered support and consolation where needed. He never let you go that night. He stayed up long after you fell asleep to watch your chest rise and fall, bringing comfort to him. He watched over you until the sun came up and grazed its delicate fingers over your skin, kissing it in the golden sun. He had lost one too many people to not enjoy every moment spent with you. He enjoyed the ups and downs and watching you grow and learn new skills. He also loved caring for you in any way he could, he’d help with homework, help you fall asleep, and he loved cuddling you into the next morning. He didn’t care what people would think of him and how non-authoritative he was with you.

He’d love you into the next morning forever and always, in every universe and memory.

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A/N: muahahahaha sappy hurt/comfort with Miguel. feedback or requests are open and welcome:)

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Piggyback Ride

Pairing - Miguel O’Hara x gn!teen!reader

Summary - Reader is tired and begs Miguel for a piggyback ride home

Warnings - swearing + probably bad Spanish

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“Miguellllllllllllll!” You called to him in a sing-songy voice.

“¿Sí, mi amor?” He walked over to you and noted your tired-looking demeanor.

“Can I have a piggyback ride home?” You batted your eyelashes and gave him a bright smile before yawning tiredly.

He laughed himself silly, bending over and cackling before standing straight and wiping his eyes. He looked you over and studied your face, trying to determine if you were being serious. You were dead serious.

“Asshole, I’m tired and want to go home on your back, but noooooooooo I can’t because you’re laughing at me instead. You have more stamina than me and I had a lot of schoolwork last night so I'm tired!” You hoped that complaining and making him feel bad would work, it usually did but sometimes it doesn’t.

Miguel gave you a pointed look and sighed. “Fine, you get piggyback to the headquarters but the second we get back you jump off. I don’t want people taking pictures.”

Miguel got down on his haunches and waited for you. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his middle section, holding on tightly. “Is this good? Too tight or am I going to fall?”

Instead of getting an answer, he stands straight and grabs your knees, holding them tight to him in hopes of keeping you safe during your inter-dimensional piggyback travel.

He takes off in a sprint and presses the coordinates of the headquarters quickly into his watch. You prop your chin on his shoulder and hug his neck loosely before closing your eyes and letting the breeze he created with his speed lull you to a weak sleep.

You awoke back at the headquarters, still attached to Miguel, but instead of being on his back, you were in his lap. You looked up at him and noticed he was asleep too. You moved slightly and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes once again.

You and Miguel stayed like this for hours, blissfully unaware of Jess and Gwen walking into his “office” and seeing you two fast asleep. Miguel leaned back in his chair and you rested nicely on his chest, reminding both of the women of a kid resting in their parents’ lap. Gwen and Jess snicker quietly and ask Lyla to take a picture. She happily obliged and sent it to them. This sweet memory will always be remembered.

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A/N- my version of Miguel likes cuddles, talk to the wall if you disagree/lh

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Are You Embarrassed Yet?

Pairing - Miguel O’Hara x gn!teen!reader

Summary - Miguel tries everything he can to embarrass you

A/N: i’m so sorry if the Spanish is horrible i only speak German and English! feel free to correct me though:)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Am I embarrassing you yet?” Miguel O’Hara asked with genuine curiosity towards you.

He had bet against Lyla that he could make you laugh by the end of the day… and it wasn’t looking too good for him. He had tried doing a silly “TikTok” dance from your universe, he told Lyla to program his suit to look like yours, he was doing a lot of things that he himself thought were embarrassing, and yet you wouldn’t budge.

You shook your head from side to side and shuffled away from him in the room towards Hobie. He greeted you with open arms and a nod of encouragement. Hobie was rooting for you and hoping that he’d win his own bet against Gwen.

You knew exactly what was going on and who was betting what on you or Miguel. You thought it was funny at first but now it’s just annoying. Having your mentor wearing your suit or a pair of Lyla’s signature heart-shaped glasses were not only embarrassing (though you would never show it) but also gave you a pang of annoyance toward him. The sensation of being able to hide from the society in plain sight was now torn away from you as Miguel tried finding bigger and brighter (literally brighter) ways to embarrass you.

You stood beside Hobie and listened to Miguel’s speech. You’d soon all be shipped off to another universe to conquer yet another anomaly, but for now, you were stuck listening to Miguel give you all directions. You tried your best to pay attention to his words, you really did, but you noticed out of the corner of your eye Spider-people passing money back and forth placing their bets. It didn’t help that Miguel was currently dressed from head to toe in a bunny costume, deciding that since none of his more subtle tricks have worked that he would have to get extravagant with it.

Aw man, he just ruined bunnies for me… you thought with a twinkle of sadness.

That’s it, after this meeting you were going to tell him he had won. This was getting annoying and way out of hand. Luckily your moment came quickly because just as soon as the meeting started it was finished. You rushed up to his platform, shooting webbing onto the bottom and flipping up landing with a pretty cool pose.

You tiptoed beside him and poked his arm. He looked at you with a hopeful glint in his eye.

“Hey kiddo, what’s up? Finally embarrassed?” He was so ready for this stupid bet to be done and over with.

“Um yea actually, you win. I don’t wanna do this anymore so I think it would just be best if you tell everyone you won. People everywhere have been placing bets so it would be good to let them all know,” you turned around and sat on the ledge of the platform contemplating on making a leave from the room or not.

Miguel hadn’t known of the others making bets and wasn’t sure he was too happy with it. It made him feel… angry that others were partaking in something he thought only you, Lyla, and him were involved in. He guessed it was fair since he was being extra elaborate with his outfits compared to what he normally wears, but it still made him feel angry.

“Oh… I didn’t know other people were getting involved,” he turned his head toward you and noticed your defeated nature. “Hey, if you want you can tell everyone you won. I don’t have to win if you don’t want me to, Nena (babe).”

You shook your head, “No it’s okay, and it’s not that. I feel like more people are noticing me now and I don’t like it. I like feeling invisible even if I’m in plain sight and now all of these people are staring at me when you’re around to see my reaction,” you look down at your feet when you suddenly get bumped in the shoulder and hear a mumbled “sorry”. Miguel sat beside you, arm to arm over the edge.

Miguel sat and looked at you for a moment, thinking of something helpful to say. “Maybe we shouldn’t have done this, ya? I don’t think we realized how much more it was than actually a game. I don’t like thinking of people passing money between themselves thinking of you or I winning. Especially you, it just feels… wrong to spread money in your name behind your back. Lo lamento, mi cielito(I'm sorry, little heaven). I’ll order everyone to take down their bets and I'll return my clown costume too,” he looked at you, chuckling at your reaction.

“Clown suit? What were you going to do with that?” You knew the answer, yet you wanted to hear him say his plan anyway.

“Oh you know, just walk around… juggle some knives. The usual,” he said with a playful smile and a quick wink.

You punched his arm lightly and giggled to yourself. “I’m impressed at your commitment to making me embarrassed though, I’ll have to remember that for when I get sad,” you said with an earnest smile. He shared your smile and hooked his arm under yours, bringing you closer to him.

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Drawings

Pairing-Bucky Barnes x gn!teen!reader

Summary-You’re drawing at the table and Bucky decides to join you:)

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You sat slumped over the counter on a bar stool, drawings finished and unfinished littering the table around you. You held a Crayon tightly in your hand as you tried to figure out where to place this current color. You found peace in doing something so childish, uncaring of how people would react to you so diligently deciding what to do next. Your feet fidgeted lightly underneath you as you bit your lip in consideration.

Bucky watched you silently from his seat in the living room, having lost interest in the TV long ago. He raised a curious eyebrow and rose gently from his seat. He made his way quietly over to you and pulled the barstool beside you back, placing himself on it. He looked at the pictures and the Crayons littering the table and a small, a very small smile tugged on his lips as he watched you with gentle eyes. His hair fell over his face, casting ominous shadows over his face. His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what you were doing.

You tried not to pay attention and kept your focus mostly on the paper in front of you, but it was hard to concentrate when you felt Bucky’s piercing gaze pick you apart with every second. You glanced at him in your peripheral and noticed his hair had fallen in his face and how… tired he looked. You gave him a sweet smile, fully facing him before shortly returning to your work.

Bucky looked at you curiously and felt a twinkle in his chest as you smiled at him so gently. He kept watching you and studied your hands and drawings with a strange intent. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head and he slowly reached beside you, picking up a red Crayon, being careful as to not break it in his grasp. He then looked for a blank piece of paper to start drawing his own picture, slowly drawing little lines and shapes until he let his artistic abilities fully take the wheel. He grabbed any color he could find and used it to add more life to his drawings, trying desperately to mimic your actions.

You noticed him joining you and smiled warmly, putting down your Crayon slowly to look at him and how concentrated he looked. He grabbed color after color placing them with calculated precision on his paper. You were impressed to say the least and your heart warmed as his shoulders pulled back into a more relaxed position as he grabbed another page. You continued smiling and watching before something sparkly caught the corner of your eye. It was a sticker sheet full of fun and silly animals in outfits for scenarios where they probably shouldn’t be in. You grabbed it and looked over them before picking out a cute white cat dressed as an astronaut. You peeled it off of its sheet and placed it gently on the top left corner of his page, making him stop his flow of creativity to look at you.

You smiled and said, “Your drawing looks really nice. You're a natural!”

He smiled at you and looked back and forth between your eyes before he felt another spark in his chest. He liked this, the comfortable silence and the peace that you brought to him.

(A few days later)

Your day sucked, having gone to school and suffered endlessly by the hands of your classmates, all you wanted to do was melt into your bed and rot until you had to do it all again tomorrow.

You threw your bedroom door open and dropped your backpack at your desk, moving to your bed before suddenly stopping. There was a neatly wrapped box on your bed, a note attached to the top of it.

You took it off gently and read it:

Dear Y/N,

Thank you for letting me draw with you the other day. It was nice to just sit with you and enjoy your company while we colored. I hope we can do it again some time. Here is a little thank you from me to you.

Yours truly,

Bucky

You smiled to yourself as you read it again and again. You’d have to thank him in person for being so thoughtful and tell him you'd love to be in his company again. You placed the gift in your lap and gently tore the paper off, gasping softly as you saw what was underneath. It was an expensive looking set of paints and a coloring book you’ve been eyeing for months now. How’d he find this out?

You hugged it to your chest and smiled before standing up and searching for his door, knocking gently on it. He opened it and smiled brightly at you. Before either of you could speak you crashed into him and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He was shocked and surprised that this was happening but was very happy nonetheless. He gently rested his metal hand on your hair and played with it softly, smiling to himself as he did.

You pulled away after a few moments of silence and spoke, “Thank you, Bucky. I'd love to hang out with you again. You're really nice to be around.”

He nodded his head and smiled warmly, placing a gentle hand on your cheek, “Anytime, pumpkin.”

You felt this was just the beginning of a lifelong friendship, and you couldn’t be happier.

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A/N: if you made it this far thank you and i’m sorry if this isn’t good or anything special because these are mostly just self indulgent stories:)

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📌 Made a new master list for smut!!!!

Master list/Main collection of blogs and stories. Below are my rules or details, have fun reading!

i’ll take NSFW requests for all queer identities, but if you’re going to be creepy or a terf, get the hell away.

i will gladly take comments, feedback, and suggestions on any or all of my works!

please just be nice and respectful when commenting or asking a question!

LESBIANNNN

Master List:

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ OC’s 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

01 -> Sweetness - Mina Adez thinks everything can be fixed with… make up sex? (NSFW)

02 -> Studying - Mina loves holding you in her lap, but sometimes the warmth… and the silence… and your body pressed into hers gets the best of her. (NSFW) p.s: the link won’t work for this post:(

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ Miguel O’Hara 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

01 -> PiggyBack Ride - You’re tired so you ask Miguel for a piggyback ride

02 -> Are You Embarrassed Yet? - Miguel tries everything known to man to embarrass you

03 -> Don’t Want To Lose You - Miguel has a bad nightmare and seeks out your comfort

04 -> I’m Just Glad You’re Okay - You take on more then you can handle, but fret not! Miguel is here to help

05 -> Nap Time - Trust is a powerful thing, Miguel holds a lot of it in you

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ Misc 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

01 -> Drawings - Bucky Barnes joins you as you color, a new friendship blooms

02 -> A Warning - Uh oh! Matt Murdock is worried about you and takes the liberty of inviting himself into your home