#I love these humans so muchhhhh

[gamergirl929]

This is a masterpiece, puts The Mona Lisa to shame.

[kuraikyu]

The emotional prison of his face horrendously overcrowded and expresionally betrayed at its best, '' There's not a day without monkeys being noisy. "

[zerguette]

-sits- man have I been sitting all night daydreaming about sticks (Rupert), like sticks (Rupert) everywhere and sticks (Rupert) anywhere, but y'know sticks (Rupert) are good

(Rupert) let me draw the art i wanna make, please.

[exhaslo]

Need moreee hybrid bunny！reader x CEOMiguel hehehehehhehehe🐇love your story too muchhhhh❤️❤️

Haha, thank you, thank you!! Part 2s are always fun to write! I'll continue this were the original left off then, hehe

Also, sorry this was so late. I finally started my January requests!

Part 1

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, p in v, breeding kink, rough sex, creampie, public sex

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

There was always that feeling of uncertainty. Under normal circumstances you would be overwhelmed with joy with becoming Miguel's wife, but you weren't normal. You weren't even fully human anymore. So, sometimes...you felt those cruel whispers get inside your head.

Miguel always showered you with love, reminding you of his feelings. You felt the same, but there was still that little voice in the back of your head. Telling you that none of this would have ever happened if you didn't go into heat in front of him.

It's been months since that day, but you still recall it as if it were yesterday. Miguel took you on some dates before proposing to you, had you move in to his luxurious penthouse, and he had all of the wedding details planned out.

You were his personal assistant at Alchemax, helping him with trying to cure the hybrids and saving them. Miguel was a walking green flag, but you still felt like you weren't good enough for him. The stares that you got from the other women.

Other people.

They all saw you as just another gold digger, one who could use their body to their advantage. It hurt, especially since you loved Miguel so much and visa versa.

"(Y/N), are you ready?" Miguel hummed in your ear as his hands snaked around your waist, "We don't want to be late, amor (love)." He planted soft kisses against your neck.

"Miguel, are you sure you want me to go? Won't your business partners find it...find you strange to have me as a wife?"

"Amor, if they have something to say about my beautiful wife, then they shouldn't be in business with me." Miguel said with a soft grunt, pulling you in for a kiss, "Shall I remind you of how perfect you are?"

"Mhm, but we're going to be late." You whimpered, holding onto his jacket. Miguel pressed you against the wall,

"So? I'm spending time with my wife," Miguel hummed as his hands started to raise your dress, "Besides, everyone loves news about an heir,"

You felt a shiver run up your spine towards Miguel's words. Unsure of what came over you, you nearly pounced on Miguel. Your kisses were deep as you moved to his hands against your core. The thought of him fucking a baby into you sent you into a frenzy.

"Easy, baby, I'll make sure to take my time." Miguel said with a soft chuckle as he removed your panties, "Gotta pound that baby in nice and slow,"

"Miggy," You moaned softly, grinding against his hand, "Gimme a baby, please? Please?"

"(Y/N), are you in heat?" Miguel questioned, his tone full of concerned as he started to pump his fingers inside your pussy.

"Ah~ N-no, but I want...mhm~ your baby in me!~" You cried out. Miguel smiled as he kissed you deeply,

"Then I shouldn't keep my wife waiting."

You mewled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around Miguel's neck. Your velvet walls clenched and tighten around Miguel's fingers as he curled against your sweet spot. With a slight tug against his hair, you cam against his hand.

Miguel praised you before sliding his cock inside. Your legs wrapped against his waist as Miguel held you up. His lower hand just brushing against your fuzzy hair, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

You moaned and rested your head against the wall as Miguel gave you slow and deep thrusts. His cock making itself at home inside of you as he hit all the right spots. You whimpered and gasped as Miguel kept playing with your tail, making you more sensitive than you already were.

"Gonna be so full for the gala, amor. How naught of my wife," Miguel chuckled as he started to fasten his pace, "But my precious little bunny wants a baby, how can I refuse?"

"MhM~ B-Baby! Inside!" You cried out, feeling your high approaching again. Miguel chuckled as he kissed your neck,

"Yes, baby, I'll give you one," Miguel inhaled your perfume as he grunted and moaned into your neck, "I'll tend to all your needs, (Y/N)"

"Miguel!"

You cried out as you cam hard against Miguel's dick. With another grunt, Miguel bottomed out and coated your walls white. He arms wrapped around you as the two of you took a moment to catch your breathe.

"Alright, let's get going," Miguel hummed.

---------

Your cheeks were flustered as you stood by Miguel's side during the gala. He was proudly introducing you as his wife to everyone who approached him. While it did make your heart flutter, you could see the disgusted looks they gave you.

You were a hybrid, so they just assumed shit. Feeling Miguel's hand brush against you tail, you shivered in delight. Your pussy clenched for a moment, still feeling his cum from earlier inside you. The thoughts of a baby reoccurring.

"Miguel, I could use some fresh air," You whispered. Miguel smiled towards you, his hand never leaving your back,

"Of course."

-------

Miguel had you bent over on the outside private patio, slapping himself ruthlessly into your wet cunt. Your moans were loud and sloppy as you tried to quiet down. Anyone could walk out at any moment and see Miguel fucking you like a mad man.

You gripped onto the railing, gasping and moaning as Miguel started to pinch your clit. You tighten against his shaft, cumming once more against him. Miguel could only chuckle at the white ring forming on his dick.

"(Y/N), your pussy is so tight. Perfect for my dick. Perfect to mold our baby." Miguel groaned, filling you up with another load of his cum, "It's going to be a busy night, hm?"

"Y-Yesh," You whimpered, your body shaking, "W-We'll keep trying for a b-baby~"

--------

"I'd like to present this award to-"

You weren't paying attention to the speaker since Miguel's fingers were pumping into you, pushing his cum back inside your cunt. You trembled, trying to listen, but felt more worried about someone spotting the two of you.

This whole night was just both you and Miguel finding ways to fuck each other without anyone noticing. This was far better than you being in heat. This was you trying to get a baby. This was Miguel trying to fill you to the brim to have his child.

"Alchemax! Miguel O'Hara, please accept this award." The speaker cheered as the crowd clapped.

Miguel let out a soft grunt as he removed his fingers and wiped them against his napkin. He leaned down to peck your lips, smirking towards your flustered expression. You pouted towards the warmth leaving, but smiled as Miguel received an award.

"I'd like to thank my lovely wife. I couldn't have gotten this far without her," Miguel made eye contact with you, "Hopefully, we'll be able to share some good news soon."

Feeling your heart race at his words, you smiled while everyone glared at you. Miguel sure knew how to dot on you. As he returned with his award, Miguel claimed that you needed some food and took you to one of the closets.

"(Y/N), aren't you proud of me?" Miguel chuckled as his cock bullied your cunt.

"Yes~ Yes!" You cried, cumming once more, "L-Lemme reward you with a baby!"

"I think its the other way around, amor." Miguel chuckled before swallowing your moans with a kiss, "Shh, don't want anyone to hear my precious wife's sexy moans."

"Mhm~!" You held onto Miguel as he kept pounding your abused cunt.

Your eyes rolled back slightly as Miguel grunted and filled you once more. His hips still attached to yours as he played with your tail. His breathing heavy against your neck as he slowly started to thrust back inside you,

"We have a long night ahead of us, (Y/N). I won't stop until I put a baby in you." He whispered in your ear. You whimpered in response, fluttering against his cock,

"N-Neither will I."

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hope you enjoyed!!

[literatureloverx]

Hiii!! good day to you☺️☺️!!! Just wanna ask something if you don't mind me🤗. In the aftercare scenario with fyodor, in the last part of it they talked about having children. Since reading that it's the only thing on my mind rn😔. I really wanna know what you think about fyodor, his darling and their children. Like would he be a good dad, an okay one or a bad one? How maby children do you think he'll have? Etc etc. Even though it's kinda impossible for him(rn) to have children since it'll probably become a problem for his plan, but can't a girl dream?🥺 Anyway tyty in advance if you answer this

(I love you so muchhhhh ahhh i wanna bite you/affectionately/😚😚. I love love the way you potray fyodor— my knees become weak every time I read one of your post! You're literally serving us a whole 5 star mchelin meal and I'm licking the plate- all utensils clean frfr😋😋. I hope you continue this and I'll be right here with the others supporting you🫶🏼🫶🏼)

Oh my gosh, I actually shed some tears here…🥺❤️

I can’t even begin to tell you how much your support means to me. Every time I read your sweet words, I get so emotional. I'm beyond grateful for your love and encouragement—it really keeps me going. ❤️

Thank you from the bottom of my heart!❤️❤️❤️

In actuality, I got two other requests about Dad!Fyodor. I wrote some headcanons about this and included a scene too, but since I don’t want to be unfair, I will post the scenario I wrote here and the headcanons in the other request ❤️

I hope you enjoy it, my dear! ❤️

Mdni, yandere behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, dad!fyodor, ideal type fem!reader, fluff, etc.

———————————

F Y O D O R D O S T O E V S K Y

Belonging

Never in his life had Fyodor calculated that he would end up in this moment. It was a delight indeed, to feel the pleasure of utter belonging. You, belonging to him. Him, belonging to you. Him, belonging to his own small family.

A small smile forms on his lips, his eyes softening as his pale, cold hand gently places itself upon your belly.

It feels so strange, in an almost tooth-rottingly sweet way. It was something he never wished for, never considered before. But since you came crashing into his life with your graceful, soft, sweet nature, hopping into his safe space, jumping over his seemingly endless high walls, everything has been changing for him.

To find himself in such a vulnerable state was frustrating. He did not handle this new information well at the beginning, at all.

After endless loneliness, he felt uncomfortable with the togetherness with someone else. Finding you and falling for you, his soulmate, his lover, was indeed a shock for his hardened heart.

But now, this? A child? His child, that you’re bearing inside your very body?

He is not someone who loses his cool easily. You softened him. Your still unborn baby, whom he can't imagine parenting as any other human being does, softened him. He has found himself dwelling on thoughts obsessively focused on you and your child. About your future.

If this had not happened simply by itself, he wouldn’t have thought of having a child. But now that you’re full with his child, smiling at him with utmost love and affection, he can't help but love your baby.

Love… such a distant word for him for decades, for hundreds of years. Humbling, but so utterly real.

“Can you feel it, my love?”

“Yes, love.”

His gaze focuses on you, the dark glimmer shining through his soft expression, a sight far too familiar to you.

“I’m amazed how we managed to produce such an energetic offspring, given our harmonious and peaceful personalities.”

His humorous comment makes you huff out a giggle, amused at his remark.

“I’m not sure if I’d describe you as such, my love…”

His eyes soften further.

“I believe that motherhood has already made you brattier, my dear. We might need to change that attitude in the near future.”

Another chuckle, this time even more heartfelt than before.

He softly kisses your forehead, his fingers gently caressing your belly.

“The medicine is working. You’re feeling less dizziness, correct?”

Fyodor being your husband has more than enough beautiful aspects to it. One of them is, indeed, his ability to see, hear, and understand everything the moment it occurs. Like now. He always knows how you’re feeling, and it is refreshing in a sweet way.

“Yes, my love. I’m doing very well. Also, I'm not lonely at all, thanks to you.”

He smiles fondly, a lazy smirk stretching out his lips. Of course you weren’t. He is often away, but he always manages to send you gifts and activities to pass the time with. You’re always surrounded by people who dote on you and do everything in their power to make you feel comfortable in your huge mansion while you wait day and night for your husband to arrive and show you his affection.

It always pays off. The waiting, the longing, the slight agony that sometimes pierces your heart and makes you miss him even more than ever.

But he always returns. Always, without a single exception.

In those times whenever you were waiting eagerly for your husband to return, you had plenty of time to think about every possible possibility. How your lives would change when your little one arrives, what kind of mother you’d be to your child, what kind of father Fyodor would be… you never once doubted him.

You trust him with all your heart and secretly, this trust gives Fyodor immense strength, even if he never verbally acknowledged it. He knows that you trust him, and your trust and love work wonders on him.

From a logical perspective, he is not someone who needs love or acknowledgment, praise or appreciation. But with you by his side, loving, appreciating, trusting, understanding, and caring for him unconditionally, he acknowledges that everything is so much more beautiful as you bestow pure joy into his previously cold and inhumane life.

Your little family already makes him feel more human. You make him feel human. Not that he thought that he ever cared about being inhuman, but it turns out that he is, indeed, not much different than other human beings.

Feeling like a human has an incredible vulnerability to it. But with you, he can’t help but bow down to his own humanity, to his own vulnerability.

“I love you...”

His eyes glimmer with a faint shadow, and you can see inside his eyes how his sentence continues.

‘…I love both of you.’

To read my other works and the backstory to this scenario => MASTERLIST

[rainforestakiie]

before they get together Omega Adam bending down to pick up flowers, while Omega Lucifer standing behind him . His nails digging into his hands, as he tries to control himself for jumping on the first man .

Adam: Look how many pretty flowers !

Lucifer: 👁️👁️ "heavy breathing while staring at that sweet ass"

ahhhh! i love this soooo muchhhhh!!!!

let me know if this comes up alright! i wrote it on my phone not my laptop! it is a bit harder to figure out how to post it!

(also to all the wonderful anons who have sent me messages about my imp Adam au! it is coming! i am writing a oneshot it is on my list! but i am also writing little ideas for your messages!)

Nest of the Damned (Omegaverse Omega/Omega) Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04. Part 05. Extra 01.

Full Version

It was a perfect day in Eden, the kind of day that whispered of paradise itself. The air was a gentle caress, neither too warm nor too cool, just the right blend of comfort and delight. The flowers, in full bloom, seemed to blush in the soft light, their colors as vivid as the emotions they stirred. Birds sang sweet melodies, their songs weaving through the golden rays of sunlight that bathed the world below. The sky was an endless canvas of blue, unmarred by even the slightest wisp of cloud, as if painted by the most loving hand.

In moments like these, Lucifer often found himself enchanted by Gabriel’s handiwork. His younger brother, with an artist's heart, took immense pride in crafting the universe's beauty. Once, the sky had blushed in shades of pink and yellow, but Adam had confessed to Lucifer that the vibrant hues made him dizzy. Ever the doting brother, Lucifer had gently persuaded Gabriel to alter the sky’s palette. Now, it wore a soothing blue by day and glittered like a sea of stars by night—a change that Adam adored.

“Adam~” Lucifer purred, his wings spreading wide as he descended behind the human with effortless grace.

Startled, Adam spun around, his emerald eyes wide with surprise. The sight of his Archangel filled him with such joy that he couldn’t contain a delighted squeal. In a heartbeat, he launched himself at Lucifer, his happiness as bright as the morning sun.

“Luci! You’re back!”

Lucifer’s grin was warm as he wrapped his arms around the human, returning the embrace with tender affection. “Aw, were you lonely without me, my sweet Addie?”

“I’m always lonely without you,” Adam murmured, his voice soft and honeyed. The scent of lemon and mint clung to him, a fragrance so intoxicating it made Lucifer’s wings flutter involuntarily. “I missed you so much! Lilith doesn’t share my excitement when I talk about the new things I discover in the garden.”

With a teasing smile, Lucifer cupped Adam’s face, a gentle purr rumbling in his chest. “Oh, my darling, did you find something new? Show me, if you wish.”

“Would you really want to see?” Adam asked, his voice filled with sweet uncertainty.

“Of course,” Lucifer replied, his smile widening. “I’d love nothing more. Have you given them names yet?”

Adam shook his head, pulling back slightly but not letting go of Lucifer’s hand. The angel entwined their fingers, his heart swelling as he watched Adam’s excitement build. The human was utterly adorable, his vibrant energy palpable as he practically buzzed with anticipation. Those mesmerizing emerald eyes, flecked with gold, never failed to captivate Lucifer. He often lost himself counting the flecks, a pastime as soothing as it was intimate. Adam’s cherry-red lips curved into a crooked smile as he tugged Lucifer toward a nearby hill, eager to share his latest discovery.

To Lucifer, Eden hadn’t changed much over the eons. The trees, the grass, the flowers—everything seemed just as it had always been. Yet, something had captured Adam’s attention so deeply, and Lucifer found himself falling even more helplessly in love with the human. The urge to wrap Adam in his wings, to shield him from the world and keep him close forever, surged within him.

But in the back of his mind, Lucifer could almost hear the disapproving voices of Seraphiel and Michael, their stern lectures about Adam’s delayed presentation echoing in his thoughts. Lilith had presented as an Alpha nearly two summers ago, while Adam had only just begun showing signs of becoming an Omega. Sera was thrilled, and Michael had sighed in relief, but Lucifer couldn’t help but worry. He had noticed Lilith’s growing interest in Adam, something that made his protective instincts flare.

Lilith had once ignored Adam, dismissing him as insignificant, and Lucifer had found solace in that indifference. It meant he didn’t have to worry about the Alpha tainting his precious Omega. The one comfort Lucifer still clung to was Adam’s clear disdain for the woman. For now, at least, Adam was still his, and Lucifer intended to keep it that way.

"Look at these, Luci! They just appeared out of nowhere!" Adam’s voice bubbled with excitement as he pointed to the delicate blooms nestled beside their beloved red roses. "I was admiring our roses—I adore them so much—and suddenly, I noticed these new flowers blooming right next to them!"

Lucifer’s eyes widened in surprise. A new flower growing among his roses? Those red roses were more than just flowers; they were one of the few treasures Lucifer had secretly brought into Eden, a passionate gift for Adam, laden with deep, unspoken meanings that had blossomed alongside their growing bond.

"I haven’t named them yet, but look, they’re the same color as our roses! Red!" Adam’s voice was almost a song, his green and gold eyes sparkling with curiosity. In that moment, with the sun casting a tender glow on his face, Lucifer found him breathtakingly beautiful. "Remember what you taught me?"

Adam gasped, placing a hand over his chest, his cheeks flushing a lovely pink. "Red roses are a powerful symbol of love and passion. They’re the ultimate flower of romance, expressing the deepest emotions."

"Exactly," Lucifer murmured, brushing a soft feather along Adam’s side, delighting in the way his human blushed at the touch. "Red roses are the quintessential emblem of romantic love. They convey intense feelings and are often given to someone with whom one shares a deep, abiding connection." His voice was a warm whisper, each word woven with affection. "The vivid red speaks of passion, making these roses the perfect expression of desire and attraction."

"But they mean even more than that," Lucifer continued, his tone growing slightly more serious. "Red roses also symbolize respect and deep admiration. They can represent enduring love and commitment, often marking significant anniversaries or milestones in a relationship."

Adam listened, entranced, nodding as he absorbed each word. "Red roses are our flower. They represent us."

"Good boy, such a clever Omega," Lucifer teased, his eyes gleaming with pride. Adam beamed, his heart swelling at the praise, the warmth of Lucifer’s love enveloping him like the softest embrace.

With eager anticipation, Adam led Lucifer to their cherished patch of red roses—a secret sanctuary where the two Omegas could tend to their garden and enjoy each other’s company without the interference of other Archangels or the prying eyes of Lilith. As they approached the vibrant blooms, Adam’s face lit up with pure joy, his happiness as radiant as the sun that bathed them.

"They’re always blooming, never withering," Adam sighed, his voice soft with contentment as his smile deepened, brimming with sweetness, affection, and unmistakable love. "I really love our roses."

Lucifer couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride swell within him. He longed to nuzzle against Adam, to scent him and claim him as his own, but he restrained himself. He was an Archangel, and Adam was the first human—barriers that kept them apart, no matter how much his heart wished otherwise. Besides, they were both Omegas, and Omegas weren’t supposed to be together... but oh, how Lucifer wished the world had been different.

"Look, these are the new flowers," Adam said with a bright smile, bending down to examine the tiny blossoms nestled among the roses. "They’re red too, just like the roses. They’re so pretty and smell so lovely. They remind me of you—they smell like you."

Lucifer’s gaze softened as he peered at the delicate flowers. They carried his scent? And Adam cherished them because of that? His heart fluttered with a quiet, joyful tremor at the thought. Stepping closer to inspect them, Lucifer’s focus shifted abruptly as something else entirely caught his attention.

Oh.

Oh, heavens.

Adam was fully bent over, his position offering Lucifer an unintended yet utterly irresistible view. The sunlight danced across his skin, highlighting the soft freckles on his buttocks. Lucifer’s breath hitched as he found himself entranced, wondering just how many freckles adorned Adam’s tender flesh. A shiver ran up his spine as desire coiled tight within him, making his fingers clench until his nails dug into his palms, the sting a necessary anchor to reality.

No, he couldn’t allow himself to look, to give in to the temptation of Adam’s adorably exposed behind. Adam wasn’t his—not yet. He should be, but in this moment, he wasn’t.

Lucifer’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard, tugging at the collar of his robes in an attempt to regain some semblance of control. "Um… y-you should pick a name for them…"

"Really?" Adam hummed, oblivious to the effect he was having on the Archangel, wiggling his hips slightly as he shifted on the balls of his feet. The innocent gesture sent a surge of heat through Lucifer, nearly undoing him. Adam tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Oh! I’ve got it! Carnations! Red Carnations! Another beautiful flower that represents us!"

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to maintain his composure. The urge to reach out and touch Adam’s perfect, freckled skin was overwhelming, almost unbearable.

"T-That’s great! So great!" he stammered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

He was hopelessly, irretrievably smitten

[crimeronan]

ACTUALLY…. THIS TIMELINE MIGHT BE WORSE IF VEE IS THERE….

Or at least, worse for Hunter.

Picture it: All the Nocedas are operating on the same wavelength. They all know that Luz is Apparently a Princess in a magical fantasy realm, they can intuit that Luz’s wiped memory is something magical, and they all know that there’s an evil magical Empire and that Belos is definitively Real and Evil. Luz comes to rely on Vee and Camila as her actual genuine family while she struggles with piecing herself back together. Vee’s initial distrust of Luz is shattered by knowing that Belos did something magical to her to try and break her, and comes to think of her as a Real Sister.

And then Hunter shows up. And Vee grabs Luz and pushes her behind herself. And Screams. “THATS THE GOLDEN GUARD! HE WORKS FOR BELOS!!!”

Awful. Awful. Awful. Actual Hell.

I FORGOT TO ADD ONTO THAT LAST ASK ABOUT IF VEE'S THERE: Vee helping Luz get accustomed to being in the human realm, showing her how to be human, letting her know that most humans are really nice, actually! Luz feeling Vee slot into some kind of protector role in that little void existing in her heart where something (someone) used to be.... and THEN Hunter shows up. And Vee reacts like that. How do you even RECOVER from there. God.

-

GODDDDDDDD THIS IS ALL SO TASTY. DELICIOUS. GOD. HORRIBLE.

compound this with the fact that belos would Definitely have been physically abusive to luz in the human world -- which is Deeply upsetting to think about, but like. luz having injuries when she's found by some kind campers in the middle of the woods, doctors confirming she has clearly Been Thru Some Shit, neither camila nor vee know how long that was going on or who else was involved. LUZ doesn't know how long it was going on because her memories are swiss cheese.

luz looking to vee for protection and information about the human realm is making my heart Seize Up. OUGH. vee would be so kind to her :( and so worried about her :( and love her so muchhhhh....

i honestly don't know if they'd be able to come back from it if luz doesn't remember hunter At All. but if it's like in that last ask i answered, where luz does remember the golden guard but can't remember his face....

well. still complicated!! because vee is so clearly frightened by this guy & luz has come to think of vee as the bravest person she knows. someone who's not scared of Anything. so luz has been thinking that maybe she and her guard were close, but maybe he WAS hurting her?? is that why she can't remember anything about him??

camila would 100% chase him off with a baseball bat. UNLESS vee had the presence of mind to drag him inside and go Full Angry Basilisk mode. pinning him down with her teeth bared, ready to rip out his throat, all like. why are you here?? how many scouts are with you?? i'll KILL YOU before i let you touch her, do you HEAR me??

and hunter is like no no no, you have it all wrong. i promise you i SWEAR. i'm not gonna hurt her, i'd never -- luz, tell them, tell them i'm not...

.....luz???

[kairiscorner]

AUGHHH I LOVE UR FICS

Could you maybe possibly pretty please write a queerplatonic 1610 Miles fic? Like cuddles after a long day of Spider-manning (●´□`)♡

OH SURE THING ANON !! AND THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH, that's such an honor <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

in your arms is where i wanna be. — miles morales x reader

he may be spider man—brooklyn's number 1 defender from all kinds of bad guys that wanna hurt people and rule the world or whatever else their dark overzealous hearts desire—but he's still a human being, a kid named miles morales who's expected to head back to his dorm at brooklyn visions academy, call home at least once every day, and get passing grades in all his subjects on top of being a crime fighter and baby powder endorser (which crashed and burned).

he was exhausted and couldn't wait to head to bed, but as it turns out, ganke accidentally locked the window to their dorm and went to bed, forgetting miles was taking some long hours doing his patrol as spider man. miles sighed, he tried calling ganke to wake him up, but ganke's phone is always on silent, that wasn't enough to wake him up. with a sigh, he tried to make his way to someone else's dorm and book it out of there as if he never even entered—but as he was enacting that plan, he spotted a familiar face looking at him with a curious smile.

"hey, peter pan." you teased him as miles smiled from underneath his mask. "ah, hey, what are you doing up right now?" he asked you as you opened your window up for him to come in and let him enter. "just finishing up some homework, yeah. you?" you asked him so casually, as if the spider suit didn't give it away. he took his mask off as you saw that his smile didn't look as bright, cheery, nor energetic as before—he appeared tired. "you good?" you asked him as he nodded, despite the fatigue. "just... a lil' worn out, i guess." he said as he sat down on your bed, with you sitting down next to him, too. "well, i have just the right remedy." you said as you extended your arms out to him and smiled widely. "don't be shy, c'mon now, if you wanna get teased by the cuddle monster to cheer you up, they're here now." you said in a playful voice as miles smiled and lightly chuckled.

he wrapped his arms around you and took in the wonderful feeling of your warmth and softness against him. it had been a long while since he's been held like this, and he certainly doesn't want this feeling to end. your touch is so comforting and lovely, he feels like all the happiness in the world had been condensed into your embrace for him, and he's not letting go of you any time soon. "you feel so cuddly... like a teddy bear..." he murmured as you chuckled and held him tighter. "you're more of the teddy bear than i am, ya softie." you teased him as he chuckled and murmured an 'i guess that's right' to you as he held you closer to his chest, savoring the feeling of being held by you and feeling all his stress, worries, and physical pains that have accumulated throughout his day just melt away as he holds you close and you hold him even closer.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @onginlove @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @solecitoszn @meowmoraless

[squiddy-god]

NRVWX Satan wedding alphabet

Re upload from Terminated blog squid-god-supreme, hope you enjoy this

N-Night time (what about the wedding night? the time after the party?maybe even the more spicy wedding night activities)

Ohohohohohoh

So after the party, when he finally gets you back to the house of lamentation and your FINALLY all alone satan takes a moment to just hold you

Like wow, he almost can’t believe that this has finally happened

So he takes a minute to hold you, no talking, no annoying brothers barging in and ruining the moment

Just you and him, together, peaceful and sweet.

Now after all that mushy stuff is over satan is more than ready to get on with the more spicy wedding night activities

Chances are you’ve both done it before so you both know each others bodys but this time feels…different

This time is really special.

And so its a lot more gentle, no kinky stuff, just sweet gentle love making, nothing extreme, its intimate and vulnerable.

R- Rest of our life (do they want to spend the rest of their life with you? Do they ever want this moment to end?)

Look, he’s a demon, he knows that he’s probably going to live muchhhhh longer than you unless he can find something in a book-

However if his proposal is anything to go by, he also thinks that your soul mates, star crossed lovers that are meant to be (god i love his proposal)

So id say yes, he wants to spend as long as he can with you by his side, his precious y/n, his sweet human, his soulmate.

And if he can find a way to spend an eternity together, then of course he’d take it

He loves you, he wouldn’t have married you if he didnt, i imagine marriage is very important to demons because it isn’t exactly like human marriage

He loves you so much and he wants you with him forever, and even if he loses you he knows he’ll find you again, because your soulmates.

V-Vows! (what are your vows to each other)

His; “y/n, i love you deeply, in my bones i know that i love you, it burns inside me as bright a flame as my rage, being with you is better than reading any book in the 3 relms, being able to kiss you, having you accept me, its bliss, it makes me feel hole, like im ME, because you love me, i know it sounds sappy but…your my soulmate, just like in the book i want us to have a happy ending, i want us to keep writing this book together. I love you y/n”

Yours ; “satan, i love you truly, the love i feel for you fills me with warmth and makes butterflies float in my stomach. You’ve never quite been an open book, always sealed shut and locked away, but i’m so unbelievably glad that you opened up to me, let me read the writing you keep hidden away. I love all of you, your tears, your anger, the walks we take at night, all of you. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs, a lot of missteps and fumbles, but we’ve always worked through them together, and I want to keep doing that, because you’re my soulmate, and i’m yours.”

W- Walking down!! (what do they feel when your walking down the aisle)

Joy, pride, calmness

Satan feels a serge of joy rush through him, you’re marrying him, you’re choosing to spend your life with him, how could he not be happy? You’re so beautiful as you walk down, walking towards him with nothing but love, he feels happy and warm inside.

He also feels pride, you love HIM, your marrying HIM, out of all the demon, angles, and humans you’re walking down the aisle towards him, your his and he’s yours, the amount of pride he has knowing that fact sends him over the moon, your perfect to him, and knowing that your walking towards him is a massive ego boost

See you makes him feel calm, everyone has doubts, even the cool and collected satan was worried, mind flooded with what if’s and imagination running wild with possibilities, but seeing you walk down the aisle towards him makes him feel calm, the worries washing away and becoming peaceful, he feels at ease and reassured seeing you.

X- Xtra! (a random hc about the wedding)

Mammon cries, mammon is legit balling his eyes out so lucifer has to shut him up

Lucifer is the one who walks you down the aisle

Everything is very subtly cat themed, little decorations on the note cards, small hints to cats, at first glance it’s all normal but in reality it’s all slightly cat themed.

[mrghostrat]

Hello darling!

I just wanted to thank you for sharing Flawless with us— god, what a glorious piece of fiction, beautifully written and so painfully, viscerally real. It’s honestly so refreshing to see fic explore these themes, especially in a fandom where I see so little of it. Your mastery of the human AU is mind boggling— and I saw you’d mentioned being nervous about sharing Flawless, so I just wanted to point out how brave you are and that you’re making such an impact on the community and in the fandom— thank you for being vulnerable with us, it is such a gift.

Amazing job ♥️✨ you are such an inspiration!

sorry i didn't answer this right away, but thank you so much for sending it!!!! 😭 i really needed this and i hope you don't mind me publishing it so i can keep it safe in my nice things tag forever. feeling the love and appreciating u so muchhhhh 💛

[mossymenagerieart]

help it is late at night and I’m listening to the song “putting the dog to sleep” by the antlers. And now I actually kind of wish I was the dog in that song. I am NOT suicidal btw. I love living I love sunlight I love being on earth etc. HOWEVER I want that. I want to bleed out to death in a snowy forest where the sky is so so clear and I can see the stars as they were when I was born, being held in the arms of someone who loves me so dearly that to give me peace they shot me. Even if it kills them. Even if it breaks their heart, they love me enough to let me go gently because I begged them to. Because I wanted it to be them. I will always choose them, and it always will be even if it’s the last thing I do. I want to be held tight in their warm embrace in the snow surrounding us, my life bleeding out from me and into their gentle hands, the hands that held me when I cried for them, held me when we danced all those summers ago, cradled my face and wiped the tears from my eyes even though I snarled in fear, in pain. The hands that belonged to someone so human, so unafraid, so caring as to love a beast as I. To take my teeth in his neck with a smile and hold my talons despite my claws, to wipe the blood from my snout with a loving gaze. Someone I will love forever until my last dying breath and then beyond my life. Someone who will miss me for the rest of his. I want to go looking at his face, despite his tears, despite the blood on his hands, my blood. Despite it all, I want that. To be with him one last time like this, held close to his heart so I may hear him sing in his heartbeat once more to me of our time together. Then I close my eyes one final time, the stars gleaming so bright exactly as they looked the day I saw them the first time all those years ago, then blurring together as the world spins and fades away…

idk is that like. Normal. Is that a normal thing to want?? idk but i promise I’m fine ok i don’t WANT to die. But like when I do I want to go like that does that make sense. Something something dog motif something something being truly loved by someone that they’ll kill me if I asked because I want it to be them. Someone who will hold me as I bleed and fade away in their arms under the moonlit snow and stars. Someone who will let me go even if it kills them, but hold me in their arms as I do.

⬆️actual text messages I sent to one of my friends

straight people: I love boys so muchhhhh I love kissing boys they are so pretty!! I want to hug him and I want to dance in his arms on a nice spring day in the meadows!!

gay people: I want to bleed out in his arms while he cradles me tight, close to his chest, his heartbeat a song that fills my chest as my own heartbeat slows and fades. I want him to be the last thing I ever see, I want the life to spill from me slowly in the sparkling quiet night, into the hands of someone who loves me truly, the hands of someone who loves me enough to let me go even though it will kill him, will let me go because I wanted it to be him, because I will and always have chosen him, even if it’s the last thing I do. I want my life to stain the snow and frozen ground around us, color blooming into the blank winter forest for the first time in a long time, so that one day in the coming spring when life blooms anew my blood may bloom through the new shoots and buds and I may live on through them. I want to see the stars fade and blur around my beloved’s face, reach my bloodied paws up to his tear stained cheek and cradle it close, so warm as my life fades into the snow around us, as I grow colder in his embrace. To look in his eyes one last time, see the stars as they were when we met, when I was born, and again as I die.

Anyways here’s the song btw if you want to experience what it’s like to die bleeding out in your lovers arms as their dogboy/werewolf boyfriend or whatever. Idk. Shuffles away and hits my head on a tree branch on the way out.

[darkfictionjude]

Jude! Hiiiii! How are you? Don't forget to drink water and eat 6 times a day!

So So So

How would the OYHS ROs react to the MC bringing a cat home on a rainy day if they lived together, in the beginning of the relationship?

Oh no six times a day is far too muchhhhh

Greer: he has a parrot, he’s fine with the cat. He would get so excited about buying it a rhinestone collar, a plush bed like he would be buzzing with joy

Magenta: “oh darling, do ask me these things. I snap my cap when I’m not told things.” Makes it clear, that it’s your cat, not hers

Jack: he loves animals. He grew up in a rural area and likes them better than humans so he takes to the cat quickly and soon the cat likes him more than Sky

Ashley: they look from the cat to you back to the cat back to you and goes back to typing

[thoughts-ofthe-damned]

SOBBING I WAS WRONG ABOUT HUSH.

HE'S JUST A BIG OLD BABY. I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH HE LEARNED HOW TO COOK FOR DOC!! HE LEARNED ABOUT HUMANS FOR DOC!!!

I AM WEAK IN THE KNEESSSS HES SUCH A SWEETIE

[primaviva]

ANYWAY . ignoring the depravity of the human race . YAYYYYY UR BACK !!!!! very much a lurker but i love gwen so MUCHHHHH that white girl has me in her CLUTCHESSSSS

wanna put her in a cute ghagra and take her 2 a holiday event at my local hindu temple 2 SHOW HER OFFFFFF i love gwen . ALSOOO have u seen @/tubeon's art of black gwen ? i love it sm ,,,,

gwen has me screaming save me white woman save me white woman SOOOOOO bad!! for the new years i just wanna write for my own fixations and post just to post it because i like the small community i have it’s so fun reading replies, reblogs, and all that to my fics. TYY FOR THE WELCOME 💕💕

AND NO I HAVNET SEEN THIS FANART OF BLACK GWEN?? lemme go look cus only time i seen black gwen it was boondocks fanart like ppl don’t do it because of reasons valid of her bunny hoppin behavior of astv….

[therexasher]

DARLINGGGG!! I just can’t stop dropping into your inbox to tell you that I LOVE YOUUUUU!! Oh my gosh, you absolutely complete me! You give me so much life! You’re my love, my darling, my angel, sweetheart, love bug, beautiful boy, cinnamon roll! Oh, to just kiss your sweet, beautiful face, you wonderful angel! You’re the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever laid my dorky eyes on I LOVE YOUU SO MUCHHHHH 💕✨💕✨💕✨💕✨💕✨💕✨

OH MY GOSH BABE, YOU’RE SO SWEET, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU MAKE ME HAPPY WITH EACH WORD YOU SAY, I SEND SO MUCH OF MY LOVE TO YOU, MWAAHH!!! AOWW!!🤧💕✨

[dootznbootz]

Do you have any favorite m/f ship besides zelink, odypen, nalu? And do you have any favorite f/f and m/m ship? Or even a polyamorous one? (when I say "favorite" I really mean favorite, not just one you like!)

Lil confused by the question, as you're saying "I really mean favorite, not just one you like" as...I already told y'all about my favorites. Zelink, OdyPen, and Nalu. Those are my favorite ships.

But since you're asking again. I'll just name some in general :) I have many that I'll often be like "I love them!" but also I'm just thinking on the top of my head. Also I'll only be talking about ships that are like, for the ROMANTIC stuff. I have many brotps and friendships that I love a lot :D

Again, disclaimer: these are just opinions with shipping. Not about actual human people. Shipping is usually what you yourself vibe with the most, so that's what this is.

*coughs* Yuri > Yaoi. Women are cool. I ship more yuri and have more thoughts about yuri than yaoi *coughs*

I like Jim x Claire from Trollhunters. He's no longer human (for that short amount of time) and still she's so ride or die, as he is too. She held back the fucking SUN to save him. Enough said.

I haven't finished the Manga but I did get pretty far and I like Yato and Hiyori from Noragami. He's never had a shrine before despite being a god and she made him his first one.

OH ALSO MAIKO. I fucking love Mai x Zuko. I love Suki and Sokka but that's a given. They're fucking made for each other. but fucking Maiko?? I still get shivers from "I love Zuko more than I fear you." ughhjhhhh She's grumpy and mean but she loves him so muchhhhh. I don't give a fuck about the ship wars with ATLA except Maiko and Suki and Sokka.

Edwin and Royai from FMA :) Mostly Edwin, I teared up when Winry accidentally ripped his cute proposal apart with "Half? I'll give you all of me?"

Got a pair with OCs. (honestly it's funny because I had them for a while but then I got into the Odyssey and I realized they match up with my Odypen so I think poured so many of my thoughts from them into OdyPen as it fits. Water shit, scammers, one keeps having shit thrown at them and wants it to stop, etc. so much alike lol)

For F/F.

I'm very sure I'll love Farcelle once I get into Dungeon Meshi. they seem right up my alley. lol

"These shows are messy" yeahyeahyeahyeah, shut up. I love me some red and blue wives. Korrasami and Rupphire. Red and blue characters? WOMEN? Don't mind if I do >:) 🩵 ❤

There's so many more that I'm sure I'll like but I haven't watched/read everything yet. like I haven't seen owl house or she-ra and many others but I have a feeling I'll like them too (currently no streaming services :') )

I got lesbian grandma OCs :) Don't have names yet but in a DnD-esque shit, with a quiet and soft dwarven woman with a chaotic elf woman. They're done adventuring and are retired. They raise a different OC in their cottage now.

For M/M.

DioSthe I like a lot. >:) Sthenelus being his little cheerleader? Following Diomedes to all the new cities he founded? Literally saying I love you to one another? (I know that could've been platonic but they DO deeply care about one another) GOOD SHIT! They're messy but not purposely or happily hurting one another.

For poly, I don't really have any??? I already love platonic stuff in general and I'm a jealous person. :'D It's not like I don't want to ship Poly ships, I just haven't found any that I vibe with yet sadly.

There's that "(character) has two hands" which yes! That's right! :D They do!

...But so do the characters that they're holding hands with 👀 All characters do. Those other characters' other hands are free, they should reach over and hold hands too. If it's Person A/B/C, a triangle of holding hands. Poly marriages (not cult stuff. you know what I mean) need to be legalized so they can ALL be spouses.🥹 (if people just want significant others that's chill. But for me, it's ride or die for all lovers or I don't get it. BOND ALL YOUR SOULS TOGETHER or BUST)

if they're not all holding hands and spinning in a circle then the stupid, jealous, lizard brain in me is like "But...that's not fair ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡ They should all smooch each other. Why does only one get the smooches? If one is smoochless, I'LL start smooching their unloved cheek. You snooze, you lose."

Because like, there's some Poly ships where I KNOW that the character has a favorite. Canonically. Some people can know there's a favorite and still ship but not my jealous ass :') I would always feel bad and jealous on that character's behalf because I have lizard brain. Ship what you ship but with Odysseus for example, if he had to choose between Penelope and someone else, he'd choose Penelope. Always. I'm sorry but that's literally canon. He wouldn't even hesitate or feel bad.

Honestly, if folks know of poly ships who are all holding hands, are all mutually obsessed, and not letting go then I'm all ears.🥹

(preferably with a woman in it)