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About the AO3 "No Guest Comments for a while" warning

If you're not following any of AO3's social media accounts you might be in the dark as to what kind of "spam comments" have engendered this banner at the top of the site:

These spam comments have been posted about a great deal on the AO3 subreddit for the past couple of days. Initially they comprised a bunch of guest (logged out users) bot comments that insulted authors by suggesting they were using AI and not writing their own fics. Some examples, from the subreddit:

But it then escalated to outright graphic porn images and gifs being posted in comments, again by logged out 'Guest' accounts. Obviously, I'm not going to give examples of those, but between these two bot infestations, AO3 has clearly decided to act and has temporarily closed the ability to post comments for users who are not logged in with an AO3 account.

Unfortunately, this means that genuine readers who don't have an AO3 account won't be able to leave comments on fics that they enjoy.

If you are a genuine reader who doesn't yet have an AO3 account, I strongly suggest getting yourself on the waiting list for one. More and more AO3 authors are now locking their fics down to registered users only - either due to these bot comments or concerns about AI scraping their work - which means you're probably missing out on a lot of great stuff.

Hopefully guest commenting will be enabled again at some point soon, but I suggest not waiting until then. Get yourself on that list.

Wait times are going to be longer than usual at the moment, due to the current Wattpad purge [info on Fanlore | Wattpad subreddit thread], but if you're in line, then your invite will come through eventually.

Update: There's now a Megathread about this on the AO3 subreddit.

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Hi! Just wanna say that no one writes the breeding and pregnancy kink as well as you do, ty for your works ❤️

Hehehe thank uuu

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In 'Need The Money' does Bruce let his obsessive ways interfere with his vigilante work or does it simply upset the readers life?

I like to imagine Bruce has a mental switch. It's a little tricky to switch between his strictly justice persona and his real self (who centers all of his needs on his current obsession) but he can do it.

Ironically enough, the only time I think this line starts getting blurry is Brighten! I wanna write a sequel to that fic so badddddd

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When we needed you most you delivered.

Thank you 😫

I am the avatar of male lactation

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Mhmmmmmmmm lactating sukuna lives rent free in my mind 🤤🫠

There isn't nearly enough art of him pumping or getting his tiddies sucked or having those massive mammaries squeezed for ever drop or--

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Hii, just wanted to ask will you write for Cloud Meadow AU in the future? Reading your Cloud Meadow fics actually made me purchase the game and I really enjoy it 🤭

I do! However the game developers have asked that no characters who are canonically minors be associated with their game, so I'm going to try and shy away from that in the future just to respect their wishes.

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any news of yanderespace? sorry i always think of that fic😔😔😔

Not yet, I know what I want to write but my eternal nemesis time has cucked me yet again

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In the universe of See You Soon did the reader get the chance to expose the underground werewolf fighting?

What essentially happened off screen is that Reader went to her bosses with the story and they laughed at her. Lowkey she was worried about losing her job or worse, her credibility, and then found out she was pregnant. A double edged sword: the maternity leave + hormones gives her an excuse to distance herself from work and rework how to present the ring but that means she'll actually have to gestate a werewolf to have any evidence.

Things are going according to plan until Toji shows up...

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hooooooowwww aaaaaaarrrrrrrrreee yoooooouuuuuuuu????????

Hiiiii!!!!! I'm not dead, I promise! I've just been extremely busy IRL. Things have finally calmed down a little but I just really don't have time to write for this blog right now, let alone even work on my novel.

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Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023) Leon S. Kennedy [ 1 / ??? ]

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I’d like to take a moment and thank Gege Akutami for this extremely important and necessary revelation about Sukuna. Real or not, this is canon where it matters—my tits, er, heart.

Subject: JJK, Sukuna Ryomen

Title: A Taste of Power

Trigger Warning: Dub con, power imbalance, voyeurism, breastfeeding, male lactation, fingering, alcohol consumption, size difference, force-feeding, light pec play 

On your knees, you opened the wooden sliding door to Sukuna's receiving room. Chilly early morning air greeted you, weak sunlight withering around the strong form of Sukuna reclining on his side with a cup of sake. Uraume covered their mouth at something he'd said, trying not to laugh inappropriately. Sukuna grinned wide, clearly pleased with himself. 

The evening before you and every other living sacrifice in Sukuna's residence were all given a mysterious white liquid during dinner. Uraume had watched each and every person drink and their reaction to the taste. It wasn't bad, a slightly sweet fluid with a hint of musk. You had been the only one to finish and refill your glass.

They had summoned you here but neither acknowledged you. Slowly you scooted into the room, shutting the door silently behind you before prostrating yourself, hands spread on either side of you with your forehead on the floor. 

You assumed they had something to say about the night before but mouthy, impatient sacrifices found themselves in pieces. You had to be smarter than that if you wanted to ensure your family remained under Sukuna's protection. 

"Get off the floor already and present yourself to your Lord," Uraume crowed. Always displeased, that one. 

Silently you exhaled a breath and slid your annoyance back to the depths of your mind. Slowly you rose and moved to sit by Sukuna's side, close but not improperly so, face turned away politely but so that you could be mistaken for ignoring him. Uraume bored their eyes into the back of your head. 

"I am pleased and honored to be summoned. May I inquire about the nature of our meeting this morning, Lord Sukuna?" Once again you bowed, not as deeply but politely, fingers straight on your lap. 

One of his hands reached for you, gently tracing thick fingers across your hairline before fiddling with the ends of your hair. Curved black nails sharp enough to slice through muscle slipped beneath your chin, forcing you to raise your head. "I need you to help me relieve some pressure." 

Heat flushed down your cheeks. You were no stranger to the pleasures Sukuna lavished and forced upon his sacrifices, but to do so outside his private chambers or even the temple felt... intimate. 

As far as you knew, no sacrifices had had the honor of pleasing Sukuna alone behind closed doors and lived. Your heart raced remembering slippery blood beneath your hands, desperately trying to clean blood from swollen floorboards. The smell, coppery and sour and—

His fingers ghosted up your jawline, stroking sweet excitement into your skin before hooking under your chin. Sukuna forced you to meet the burning red gaze of each of his four eyes. His attention was solely on you for the first time since you'd become a sacrifice. Fear bolted into your core, but that wasn't the only stirrings there. 

Whatever change in your face Sukuna saw made his smile sensual. He liked what he saw. The plush pad of his thumb brushed your lower lip. "I need you to use that pretty mouth of yours to suck me dry." 

Your core twitched. To pleasure Sukuna in such an intimate setting... Could you be on your way to being a favorite? Or perhaps you were on your way to be another mess someone scrubbed from the floor. 

Your eyes traveled Sukuna's black tattooed form, from the massive bulge of his biceps down the wide sculpted planes of his abdomen, slit by a sound cruel mouth, and all the way to the trail of red-pink hair that vanished beneath—

"Please be quick about it," Uraume drawled. "You were so eager to partake in your Lord's milk the night before and now you seem to hesitate." 

Milk. The word rang in your head until you felt dizzy. "Lord Sukuna’s... milk?" Females lactate after giving birth, as far as you knew. And Sukuna had two cocks you'd seen with your own eyes. 

Suddenly it was like your world was turned on its head. Your eyes drifted to the round sculpt of his pecs, pink nipples pebbled from the cold. Sure enough, pearlescent drops shone on each one, invisible to any but the discerning eye.

You were so stunned by the sight you were too late to notice Sukuna pulling you in, laying you beside him to suckle directly from his chest. One hand cradled your head, another your thigh, while one propped up his head and the last laid lazily over your waist. 

Heat flooded your face as you stared at the small, swollen nipple before you. Your mouth opened, lips quivering from a strange mix of excitement and confusion. You felt like a baby tucked under him. But this was Sukuna, the King of Curses, if this was his ask you had no choice but to obey. 

Hesitantly, you parted your lips to wrap around his nipple, his warmth strong enough to make you shiver. Gently you sucked and nearly gagged when milk came rushing into your mouth. You hadn't expected his stream to be so rapid, but reacting negatively would surely earn your death. You quickly managed to swallow and prepared for the next. 

Sukuna exhaled above you, his relief audible and pleasing. He seemed to settle in a little more as he resumed his conversation with Uraume. 

You pressed your hands to the swollen curve of Sukuna's chest, pressing the skin. He was surprisingly soft there, nearly as delicate as your own breasts. Sukuna shivered as his milk poured into you. Pleased, you did it again. 

You started to get comfortable where you were, suckling at Sukuna's swollen teat. Your stomach was growing heavy and full, eyes fluttering closer to closed when the hand on your thigh moved. At first, you thought Sukuna might have been displeased by your sucking, but a quick glance at him through your lashes showed he was still entirely focused on his conversation with Uraume. So then what—?

You jolted when his thick fingers slid between your legs, parting your plain dressing kimono, teasing their way to your apex. His thumb gently pressed against your clit and you whimpered, but Sukuna paid you no heed. Slowly, he rolled the delicate bud in time with his conversation, humming between pauses and slowing when listening. It was driving you nuts, pleasure gathering sinfully, blasphemously, in your core. You must have been soaked already, but he kept going like you were a toy. Rolling around and around and--

You gasped, back arching into Sukuna as you suddenly came. You tried to swallow your cry, but it wrestled its way free. 

"Is that good?" Sukuna teased, his hot breath fanning your cheek. "You seem like you're enjoying yourself." 

Uraume scowled.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, but Sukuna was still rolling his thumb, the tips of his long fingers teasing your soaked folds. He wasn't stopping. 

"I don't think you are." He was grinning now, red eyes boring into you the same way a predator watched prey writhe. The sharp points of his fangs caught the light, wicked pearls eager to spear you. "You already look like you're gonna cum again." 

You grabbed his arm, trying to ground yourself but it was coming, like your body couldn't resist him. 

His grin grew even wider when you did. Eyes rolling back, hips bucking against his hand. You must have looked pathetic with your mouth smeared in milky white shine, sweat sliding across your skin, hands curled into fists. Red scratches glowed on the tan skin of Sukuna's arm. 

Uruame sucked their teeth. "Enjoying herself so much when she's not even finished with her task. One, simple task." 

Not finished? Your head was spinning, thoughts slipping off like water on a duck's back. 

Sukuna gently moved your face towards his. “That's a nice expression, pretty one.” He chuckled darkly, "Alas, you're only halfway done. Just one pec drained, you still need to do the other one.”

Another... one? Your stomach grumbled in protest, already full. But you couldn't protest, not without risking your life. You nodded and Sukuna let go of you. For a moment, you feared he was displeased with you but then he was straddling you, laying over you until his full pec was against your mouth. 

Slowly, he laid his weight on you, every hard edge of him digging into your softness. Your breasts were crushed against his abs, and his— Your breath hitched. He was hard, the swollen heat of both his cocks pressed into your swollen stomach. 

With a playful drawl, Sukuna whispered, “Drink up, little calf.”

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Any switch Yan thoughts?

Satoru Gojo feels like one honestly. Like yes he has massive top energy when he's fighting curses but also I mean...Look at him, I know a needy puppy yandere when I see one. He wants to be your good boy, but he also can't stand the idea of anyone else getting this attention. Sometimes even when he's in a subspace, he suddenly gets angry enough to take control and turns from sub to dom, angry like an animal, hating that you were around any of these lesser beings and sorcerers.

He can just really pull of a yandere switch! To me, anyway.

-Mommabean

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Lolll, someone just made a bot inspired in your AU of MHA x Cloud meadows

https://janitorai.com/characters/61e40230-e934-4b08-aa69-e3ae90907f6a_character-hawks

Hiya!! Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. I spiralled a little while freaking out but I reached out to another creator who's work was being used for a bot. She knew who it was and had given them permission to use her works. I think they assumed because one writer was okay with it, another would be, too.

I tried reaching out via Instagram and was ignored, so I had the other writer have them take it down, which it appears they did.

I am 100% fine with you guys downloading or copying fics for your PRIVATE use but I am NOT okay with giving my writing to AI any form.

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Inspired by this tumblr post by @hawnks 

Subject: JJK, Satoru Gojo

Title: Hate Me Tomorrow (Omega!Gojo x GN Alpha!Reader)

Trigger Warning: Dub con, omega verse, scenting, size difference, biting/marking, obsessive/toxic behavior, self-hatred, knotting, knot riding, begging, heat/mating cycles, grinding 

The sweet, musky scent of Gojo's cologne and sweat enveloped you. Even the giant stuffed beta fish you were snuggling had no scent but his. His pillow fort was surprisingly spacious, granted, Gojo was nearly twice your size so there was a lot of him to fit. But being in here with him was nearly suffocating, and not just because of the light whiffs of omega scent rolling off of him or because he'd practically ripped off your jacket to snuggle into. 

He'd called you suddenly, saying that he needed to spend time with someone. It made sense. Geto just died and there were only so many people who were willing to pick up the phone for Gojo, and even fewer he'd actually call. Especially when it was a secret he was an omega, pretending to be an alpha and you were an alpha pretending to be a beta. 

The two of you were decent friends, hanging out after teaching at Jujutsu Tech for a drink or a quick round of gossip. He was one of the few people who knew you were an alpha and he an omega, an unusual kinship formed but it was never anything more. More importantly, you knew about his relationship with Geto. You couldn't say no. 

Which was why your thigh was snug against his, smartphone balanced on your knee, his favorite plushie shoved into your arms. His head on your shoulder breathes fast but not uneven. It seemed like he was trying not to cry. Poor guy. The winter fashion review didn't seem to be helping him calm down at all. Nor any work gossip. You wanted to stay and help, but it was getting late. If he really wanted to, he could just pin you down, sometimes that thought scared you.

Gojo curled onto his side, struggling closer to you, your jacket wrapped in his hands like a security blanket. 

It felt wrong to leave, but you needed to take care of yourself, too. "Hey, bud, I need to get going. Are you going to be alright by yourself?" 

Gojo buried his face in your neck, silent. He leaned his weight into you, just enough to make it clear he didn't want to be alone. 

Fuck. "I'm sorry. I'll come first thing tomorrow. We'll call out from work and go to the city or--" 

His teeth scraped your neck. Possessive, dominant. Alpha behavior. Before you knew what was happening, he was ripping off your scent suppressor, inhaling like he hadn't been breathing for hours. Alpha pheromones leaked from your skin, invading your nose. "Gojo?" 

Your stomach turned as your instincts awakened, the need to comfort an omega struggling with your own needs for autonomy. Your fingers dug into the beta fish plushie, filled with his scent. 

He reached for his own scent blocker and you suddenly realized what was going on. With his neck practically right under your nose, his omega scent was free. And not just that, he was going into heat. The pillow fort was a nest and this was a trap. Gojo was primed to breed and he was going to use you to fuck away his pain. "This isn't healthy, Gojo, listen to me!" 

But his patch was already off and the omega scent of him in your lungs, filling you, lighting every nerve on fire. Your cock swelled under your clothes, reacting to his breedable scent with vigor. 

Gently, Gojo took the plush and pushed you onto your back, yanking off his pants as his pale face filled with color. His bandages were already slipping, the iridescent shine of his six eyes laser-focused on the swelling at your crotch. He crawled on top of you, already tugging off his shirt. "Just for today, please." He panted, his thin but muscular chest heaving as if just sitting here breathing was a near-impossible task. 

His weight lowered onto your cock and you gasped, feeling his wetness through your clothes. His heat was so pleasant, feverish but warm, empty, and yearning. Blood pulsed lower and you gulped. 

Slowly, Gojo rocked back and forth, moaning loudly each time your shaft met his clit. His back arched, nipples swollen and pink, and standing at attention. "Please," he begged. "Just me just for tonight. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please, ah, Y/N. Please, I wanna cum. Let me have it inside me." 

It was getting harder and harder to think straight. He felt so good, the need to fill him up, let him fuck himself stupid on your cock growing. It would be better if you let him, a voice whispered. Another said, it's what you were made for. Just let him. 

"Gojo," you gasped. You reached for him, tried to make him stop so you could think, but his fingers intertwined with yours and he was moving faster now, his breathy moans coming faster. His skin was so soft and warm, filling you with his heat until you thought you might burst. Blood pulsed in your cock, his pussy was sucking at you through your clothing. He wanted you so badly. You wanted... What did you want to do again? You had to leave but why? 

"Y/N, I'm cumming." His hips rocked faster, tummy rolling with downy white hair covered in sparkling slick. "I'm cumming on your alpha cock." He let go of your hands to lay across your stomach, his head buried in your neck to take in your scent, his own making your head spin as pleasure threatened to burst out of your cock. His teeth met your skin, nibbling and biting gently then hard enough to bruise until he let out a long, throaty groan as he came. 

Instantly, your clothes were soaked, his hot slick smothered on your member. If you weren't fully erect before, you were now. 

Still panting, Gojo lifted himself up just enough to tug your cock free from your clothing. He didn't wait, spreading his pussy with his fingers as he sank down on your tip. Slick gushed down your shaft as he cried out, swallowing your swollen head into his heat. You bit back a groan, fingers digging into the blankets making up the fort. 

"You feel so big," Gojo moaned. "So good. I've only done this with Geto, so I'm going to have to start slow." He sank a little further, impossibly tight and hot and wet. "Feels so good," he huffed, rolling his hips and finally, sinking all the way down your shaft.

Your knot throbbed, seeming to sense that an omega was speared on your length. 

Gojo humped himself on your cock, needy moans slipping from his mouth each time his hips met yours. "Feels so good, Y/N. I've only felt Geto like this before." 

Before you could respond he pulled back to his full height, six eyes glowing in the warm darkness of the pillow fort. He spread his lower lips as he lifted himself up, clear slick drooling from his hole. His pretty, pink, clit a shining pearl at the apex of his thighs. "You did this to me. Look how wet you made me." Slowly, Gojo slid back down, pushing the head of your cock against his cervix. Again, he kept himself exposed and rose up, only to slurp your length right back down to the knot, aiming this time higher, into something spongy and mouth-wateringly soft.

"G-Gojo, I know you miss him but you can't--" 

He raised himself up and dropped down, knocking a groan from you both. "I think about him a lot," Gojo panted. "About how empty he left me. In my soul. In my body. So please, let me fix one of those. Just for now. It's okay if you hate me, but I need you now more than I've needed anyone." 

Gojo whined, flushed and excited. "Right there." He slammed back down on you with a stomach-churning squelch right into that soft sweet spot. "So good." He was riding you now, using you like a dildo to get himself off, his delicate fingers rolling his clit in circles. You couldn't take your eyes off him. "I want you to cum inside me, okay? Fill me up with your seed. Help me feel less empty." 

Pleasure gathered deep inside you, begging to come out as your knot swelled. Shit. You shouldn't. He was your coworker, your friend. But omegas needed alpha seed, he needed reprieve from his heat and you were the only one he could call--because the person he really wanted was dead. 

That thought shattered your high, grounding you back in the moment. "Gojo, I know you're still mourning Geto, but this isn't healthy for you." 

Gojo settled on your stomach, chest heaving. His hands snuck under your shirt, impossibly soft and warm in your skin. Your cock twitched inside him, wanting him to squeeze and milk you dry but that wasn't what a good friend would let him do. 

"I killed him, you know." His hands curled into fists by your hips. "He left me after taking my virginity and when he came back, I killed him on Christmas Eve because he didn't give me another choice. I'm awful, aren't I? Shoko hates me. She won't say it but I know she does. I hate me, too." The blue of his eyes shone as tears gathered, threatening to fall down his red flushed cheeks. 

"Shoko doesn't hate you." You said soothingly. You sat up, so much smaller than him, and ran your hands through his hair. "It was an impossible situation, we all think you did the right thing. We--" 

He didn't let you finish your thought. Gojo grabbed you by your shirt and slammed his mouth onto yours, his tongue filling you as if he could make you swallow every hateful thing he'd ever thought about himself. "If you don't hate me," he breathed against your lips, his spit wet and warm as it dribbled down your chin, "then cum inside me." He rolled his hips, reigniting the electric pleasure in your core. "Please. You can hate me tomorrow, but right now, I can't let you go." 

The pulsing softness of his pussy contracted, squeezing you so tightly you thought you might burst. You gasped for breath when Gojo released you and then did it again. You wanted to move. You wanted to stop. You wanted... 

Gojo pulled down the front of your shirt, rolling his hips roughly, chasing his end against your cock. He bit your chest, hard enough to bruise, marking you like an alpha. And that was enough to come undone. 

You exploded inside of him, eyes rolling back as your core emptied against his sweet spot. Your hips rolled up into his and you shivered as you felt your knot pop into his pussy, slick sliding down your thighs and onto the blankets. 

You struggled to breathe as Gojo laid himself on top of you, breathing fast. He rocked his hips against your knot, already trying to drag another orgasm out of himself. His arms slid under your back, pulling your chest to his. "You're all I have now, Y/N," he whispered, "so please, don't leave.”

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At first, you don’t even realize it’s a nest. Granted, you’re not well versed in omega habits, and gojo would be the kind of person to invite you over to play in a blanket fort. It’s oddly pleasant, despite your misgivings. It’s soft and it smells like him. He’s close enough like this that you don’t have to crane your neck to look at him. You spend the whole evening chatting, curled up inside the blanket walls, until it’s so late you’ll miss the last train if you don’t leave.

Gojo stops you with two hands on your hips. Something sharp touches your nape. A warning nip — like the scolding of an alpha.

When he tugs you back down, slots himself between your legs, you can feel the telltale slick. “Not comfortable enough for ya?” he murmurs. “Let me help with that.”

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Subject: Across the Spiderverse, Miguel O'Hara aka Spider-Man 2099

Title: Revenge (Porn) | Twice Bitten Chp. 4

Trigger Warning: Dub con, fem dom, biting, paralysis (male), pec play, nipple play (male), handjob, restraints, non consensual recording/tape leaking

Sweat rushed down Miguel's back as he climbed, the aching muscles of his shoulders and arms begging for a break. Two hours of climbing to clear his head and he was no closer to any answer that would satisfy him. 

Where did you go? 

After he'd bitten you, he'd taken the time to bathe and clean you up. Since you'd be in holding back at headquarters and he didn't know how long it would take to fix your universe, it was for the best he did it then. Not to hide his dubious affair with you or anything. 

But of course duty had called and he couldn't say no, not when he still dreamed about Gabriella vanishing to stardust in his arms. He came back as quickly as he could but... You were gone. 

Combing facial recognition from CCTV showed nothing, not even back on your own world. No uptick in heart attacks, no reports of priapism--nothing. It was like you'd become a ghost. 

What if something happened? If you'd been in an accident or worse, made the decision that you had nowhere to return to and--

"Miguel your heart rate is spiking higher than what is considered safe for this exercise." Lyla's image sparked to life above his watch.

"I know Lyla," Miguel growled. 

"I would recommend taking a break--" 

"Goodbye, Lyla." Her image flickered out. Nosy AI. But, she was right. He wasn't getting anywhere, not even trying to clear his head. But it had been almost a month already--where were you? 

***

You were a little less doomed, as it turned out. The lab tech you called your partner grumbled behind you as he laid to rest his favorite pair of scissors, the blades having chipped when he tested your new webs. After some trial and error, you'd realized the key to stronger and more dangerous webs was protein. It made sense, spiders consumed insects, aka other animals. 

With a manic grin, you added a green checkmark to the hypothesis in your notebook. What other fabulous changes could you make to yourself just by adjusting your diet? Changes you'd need to finally put Miguel O'Hara in his place. 

Nearly a month of experimenting, sleeping in lab lockers, and stealing bagels from Starbucks and finally, you were one step closer to completing your plan for revenge. 

The most important ingredient for your plan was on its way to completion. It had been a pain in the ass to replicate, but using your own blood, you managed to find the compound structure of Miguel's venom and create a synthetic version. Many, many trials later and you had enough to paralyze an elephant, let alone a 6'9" spider freak who may or may not have an immunity to his own venom. 

And speaking of immunity, you ran your tongue over the flimsy plastic guard in your mouth. It was weak and would snap the moment your fangs grew in, but at least you had a warning system for the moment. Somewhat prepared was better than none. 

The final step of your plan? To lure Miguel out, of course. And for that, you had the perfect bait. You. 

*** 

At midnight you waited, having spent all night laying a trail so obvious even a child could follow it. It was meant to be insulting, fire up Miguel for the real show you'd give him. The irritation he felt at being underestimated would be nothing compared to the humiliation you'd put him through. 

Darkness slept in the dusty corners of the old carousel, a sleepy red eye flickering. Wall sized windows streaked in grime and salt spray had been broken into decades before, shattered glass catching the doc lights like stars. Bloated shadows paced the room as the half-rotted carousel turned on loose wheels. 

Anxiety twisted in your gut. He was almost here, you could feel it. 

In your new villain costume, which had much less flair than the old one but was a little sexier since it was made from a thrifted (and thoroughly washed) catsuit, cold night air slithered over your skin. 

And then you heard him. 

Miguel was not built for stealth. He couldn't stick to walls like you or even produce organic webs, and still he kept to the darkness, head moving to watch shadows as if you didn't know he was already here. 

You descended from the ceiling place slowly, thick webbing sliding through your fingers, staying in the dark where your growing shadow would remain hidden. 

Miguel tip-toed further in, apprehensively scanning the open floor for any clues he might have missed. C'mon, find the--yes! He knelt down to pick up a scrap of your old costume, following a fake blood trail to the only intact horse on the carousel. 

You raised your arm to aim, and fired. Quick, unrelenting webbing cocooned Miguel, pinning him against the back of the horse, his back against the wooden mane and legs split over the saddle. He snarled, struggling to free himself. 

Gleefully you swung down, landing with (practiced) ease in front of him. "Aww, did the big bad spider get caught in a web?" You mocked. "Wait, don't answer." With a thwp of your wrist, web gagged Miguel keeping him silent and unable to use his fangs. 

"I have to admit I'm grateful for your dedication to the job. Your tight-ass attitude was what let me escape. As a thank you gift, I made this." You unclipped the vial of pseudo paralysis venom from your belt. "Since you left such a sweet present in my veins, I synthesized my own version. Made specifically for you." With a quick jab, you drained every drop of fluid into his bicep. 

Miguel snarled, struggling against his restraints, webs snapping as muscle bulged, but the venom worked fast. Slowly, he melted back against the horse, the fold of his narrowed eyebrows the only evidence of his displeasure. 

"And now for the fun part. You humiliated me, made me feel small and weak. Now I'm going to do the same to you." You replaced the needle on your belt in favor of the box cutter. With Miguel drugged, you didn't need to worry about the restraints anymore. Your webs snapped under your knife, Miguel's pecs bouncing free. "And before I forget, you won't be needing this." You snatched Miguel's watch and crushed it, plastic and glass crumbling into useless chunks. "Or this." And you turned off the hologram of Miguel's cyber suit. 

His bare chest greeted you in the grimy light, brown skin tanned and mildly hairy. You hadn't been able to drink him in like this last time, to see the swell of his heavy pecs or the shape of his nubby nipples, growing erect in the cold salty air of the pier. 

"Fuck, I think yours are bigger than mine." You shivered as you cradled his pecs in your hands, his heat flowing into you through the plush flesh. They fit perfectly in your hands, impossibly soft and delicate. The urge was too strong to resist. You gave them a rough squeeze, your nails dragging red marks in their wake. 

Miguel grunted against his gag, flexing weakly and the soft flesh of his pecs became hard as a rock until you let go. 

God, you could do that forever. 

You hunkered lower, opening your mouth to lick at his pebbled nipple. The muscles under his skin flexed, as if he were trying to get away and yet the tip of it fell into your mouth, as if eager for you to swallow him. Despite the lack of it, his nipple fit so well between your lips. Each intoxicating suckle earned a rough, throaty groan from Miguel and each pinch between your teeth had his hips rolling against his restraints. 

The paralysis was unexpectedly weak, but that was fine. He wouldn't be going anywhere you didn't want him to. 

"Such a good boy for me," you teased, leaning back to run your hands through Miguel's hair. His brown skin was already flushed, red excitement gathering in his cheeks, nearly the same color as his eyes. He was trying so hard to fight off pleasure, desperate to stay in the moment and stay angry, but it wouldn't take much longer to force him to fall into temptation the same way he'd done to you. 

Even a prick of venom would be more than enough, all you needed this time were your hands. 

As your hands sank into his pecs, your mouth followed the line of his cheekbones down to his jaw, sucking and nibbling at the skin along his throat. His groan reverberated through your lips, down your neck and straight to your core. Desire stirred inside you, churning into liquid desire that made the ache between your thighs nearly unbearable. 

Unable to stop yourself, one hand slid down his chiseled body to the bulge in your webs, the only thing keeping him from sliding off the carousel horse, your core clenching around nothing, just feeling his hardness. Miguel bucked against you, his eyes hazy and unfocused. 

There, he was snared in your web and just in time, too. Your fangs were beginning to ache with disuse, seeking the familiarity of Miguel's hot skin to pierce. But your revenge would mean nothing with your venom, well, not yet anyways. Using your tongue, you tested the integrity of the plastic shield in your mouth. Still intact. 

Slowly, you teased his shaft through layers of web, breath catching in your throat each time he swallowed a moan. His heavy chest heaved in time with your hand. Sweat gathered on his brow, mouth open against his gag to gulp frigid salt air as his Adam's apple bobbed. 

Your body was singing for more, feverish desire so hot all you wanted was to rip your catsuit off, let the cold in, just for a second so you could get your head on straight. Wait, that couldn't be right. Had you managed to prick yourself by accident? You checked the plastic in your mouth and it still held firm. You had no venom to blame for the needy wants growing in your core. Sharp realization but guy. It was undeniable. You liked fucking, and fucking with, Miguel O'Hara. 

Before that thought could set in, Miguel grunted against his gag, attempting to speak. 

"If you try to bite me, I'll kill you," you warned. 

He stared and waited. 

Carefully you removed the webbing around his mouth, keeping your hand out of biting distance. His plump lips were shiny with want. 

It took him a moment to speak, still gasping for breath. His words were slurred from his own venom. "Are you going to tease me all night or are you going to fuck me?" Those mesmerizing, plump lips quirked up into an infuriating smirk. 

"Oh, is the big scary leader of the spider society begging for mercy? I wonder what your subordinates would think of you if they saw you like this, bound and gagged with a raging hard on." 

"Wouldn't call it raging, it's pretty cold in here." 

"Funny. That's enough out of that mouth of yours." You applied a new web gag quickly. "Shall we get back to making you cream your suit like a needy virgin?" With just a stroke of your hand, Miguel was bucking again, muffled grunts caught by his gag. "That's much better." 

Faster, harder. Your breathing matched his as you watched his face contort with pleasure. He was so close. "C'mon big guy, can't you cum? Can't you use that stupidly big cock to pump out all that cum churning in your fat balls?" 

He twitched under your hand, ready to burst. Just a little more... 

With a wicked grin, you spat out your protection device and finally let your fangs fall free. You shivered, gasping for breath as they burst free, venom dripping like precum from anticipation. 

Miguel's eyes went wide with understanding. 

And then you bit him. 

If he could swear, he would have. Miguel roared against his gag, hips bucking and eyes crossing as liquid heat burst through the layers of his restraints, a bubble forming. Another burst of cum followed and you removed his hand, watching his cock twitch with sensitivity so painful all he could do was succumb to it. 

Your core pulsed for more, to take off the last of the webbing and use your cunt to keep him pinned in place. Everything ached for him, to rub against him and rut into him but this for revenge not for pleasure. You slid off the horse. 

"I hope you had fun, Miggy." You kissed his cheek, pushing his head towards the blinking red light in the shadows. "I certainly will when I upload this online.”

[remember-to-be-gentle]

multiple werewolf boyfriends…

all in heat , rut , whatever it is …

You wake up with sharp teeth gently grazing over your thighs, you groan sleepily, you consider going back to sleep, then he bites you hard and you're fully awake. there's a bite mark on your leg... the first of many to come.

Usually, your pack is pretty good at sharing. it helps that you're willing to use your mouth and hands, letting you please as many wolves as possible. The biggest problem is that when they're in heat like this they want to breed you. it's not as satisfying to cum in your ass as it is to unload in your cute human pussy.

They argue back and forth about who's going to be the father once you get knocked up, but at least they aren't snapping at each other like they do when they're fighting about who gets to fuck you next.

Mmm imagine having your legs spread wide while two werewolves both try to fit their big heads in between your thighs at the same time, both of them straining their tongues to lap at your pretty pussy and snarling for the other to back off while they try and eat your cunt.

Between the whole pack, you don't get any time to rest for a long time, and when you do get some time to yourself you're too exhausted to do anything but sleep. At least there's a lot of people to help take care of you in the aftercare.