#IM EXCITED

[bluesidez]

WHO’S READY FOR MEDICAL MIGUELY?!

❈ — 𝒜𝓃 𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒

FUTURE CHAPTERS WILL BE POSTED ON AO3

pairing — Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader

primary diagnosis — When Joseph Rodriguez gets a full-time position in his internship, he asks his best friend, Miguel O’Hara, to babysit his baby sister. After insisting on paying him back the favor and being under the impression that he would care for a toddler, he agrees. But the moment he sees you, a twenty-two burnt-out college student, he begs Joseph to take his word back, but the damage has been done. He’s now stuck with you.

side effects — smut (lmao), thigh fucking, no p-in-v contact, groping, dom/sub dynamic (miguel is a bit of a confident sub and reader is a confused dom)

doctor’s note — hi everyone… I have been gone for a moment. I had to disappear for a moment as life got a little too serious school wise but everything is okay now! this is a series that I have been working on for a while. but here y’all go! I am excited for Beyond the Spiderverse to come back in a few years. Other than that, enjoy a sneak peek of this long fic I’ve been working on.

🩺 not proofread! 🩺

The weight of the day drags him by the cajones—the voice of complaints follows him from the subway to his penthouse. The various tones and complaints fill his ego, repeating and replaying nonstop.

They were the voices of the past, cutting into his mind and thrashing him around nonstop—a turmoil of what should have been done and what could have been done. Instead, what was done was picked at his consciousness. The turmoil dragged him back home. The mere glances of bright neon lights paced past him, not enough to pull him away from the imposter within him. He didn't even realize it, but he was already at the entrance of his home, ready to be enveloped away from the harsh sights and realities.

The silence is welcoming, lulling his body to rest, to shrug off the weight of his shoulders. He steps in, seeing a mere light on in his bedroom. A heavy exhale escapes, already knowing what awaits him in his bed.

You.

Kicking off his sneakers and slowly stripping off his scrubs, he leaves the filthy scrubs behind in the hallway, not bothering to put them in their proper place. He drags his feet into his room and immediately crashes onto the soft mattress and weighted blankets, barely shaking you awake from your deep slumber. The smell of sterilization clung to him, but he couldn't care less. He was back in bed, with you on your designated side.

“Sorry, I got home late. I had a meeting with the other residents.” His hand rubs the flare of your hip lovingly, his thumb tracing small designs against the undershirt you slept in. “I’ll have tomorrow off…” He whispers, rubbing your hip and letting go afterward. Your body tossed and turned from the contact, the undershirt shifting against your body and the mattress you rested in.

Black lacy thongs. They were right in front of him, the bands clinging onto your waist—the whale tail emphasizing the heart shape of your rear. He shouldn't have, but the sight was right before him, like appetizers on a platter, waiting to be eaten. In this situation, it was waiting for him to touch, caress, and grab his attention. It suffocated him like a vice. He bites his tongue, feeling his needy behavior sink into his skin, pulling him closer. He tosses the blanket over you instead.

He groans into pillow, the sound vibrating towards you. “What?” You groan, shifting your body to face him instead of the wall. “You sound like a lawnmower.”

He fights back a smile against the fabric of his pillow and turns to face you instead. You weren’t asleep. “The way you’re laying on this bed is criminal. You look like roadkill.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it.”

You roll your eyes and embrace the pillow close to your chest. “The way I sleep is human, the way you do it, it’s criminal.”

“Have you worked twelve hours on your feet while on call during your lunch break?” You open your mouth but shut your mouth as fast instead. “That’s what I thought, bug.”

You feign a smile and place a gentle hand on the back of his neck, massaging the tender muscle.

“Bet you saved so many lives today.”

He fights back his smile but fails. “Not really, just had to do my usual rounds.”

“Still saving.” You bite back and allow your hand to travel down south, the tips of your fingers tracing the taut, tense muscle and indents against his body.

He face plants onto the pillow, showing no protest to the gentle traces and pokes. You scoot closer, making it a task now to proximate yourself to his body warmth. Sterilization burns your nose but the warmth from his body trumped any concern. You inch closer and push down on his muscle, raking the pads of your fingers down his back, stopping at the band of his boxers. “Bug, don’t start.” He mumbles with his eyes closed.

“I’m not starting shit. I’m ending your night.”

His hand gently grasps the column of your throat, guiding you to his lips. The soft contact is suffocating, his lips taking your words away with every kiss, ending it with a long one, his hand letting your throat go, his hand now tangling into your hair. “You’re starting shit and you’re going to end it.” He whispers his words against your lips, bulleting his point. He lays flat on his back slowly, pulling you onto him with ease. “End it, then. End my night.”

It was a foreign feeling of straddling down on him, your lacy underwear and his boxers being the only barrier from his skin. “Go on.” He pats your thigh gently, seeing the bewildered expression across your face. “Fine.” You huff, easing yourself off of that area and onto his thigh instead.

He peeks up as you slowly ease yourself down onto his thigh, the gusset of your underwear barely hiding anything. For once, you found yourself facing a challenge, unsure of your next move. He gently bounces you on his thigh, gaining your momentum against his thigh. The gently, yet rocky momentum made your hands fly onto his abdomen, anchoring onto him for support. “Go on.” He whispers, his hand moving from your thigh to your hips, gently easing your movements against his skin, the gusset of your underwear pushing away and exposing you more. “C’mon,” He whispers, his eyes seeing you settle down, gently rocking your hips, rubbing your sticky mess onto his skin, leaving a glistening patch behind before getting dragged across his skin. “You’re doing so well, there you go…” He whispers, his grip loosening.

“Go on, end it.”

[crucifiedeye]

this weeks inspo on my moodboard

[soapyakships]

*coughs up blood* hey guys.... im ... im fine...

[sweeneydino]

I AM SO FUCKING CLOSE TO FINISHING THIS

I NEED MORE CAFFEINE CAUSE ITS NOT EVEN HALF WAY DONE

[namocchi]

the moment i went "WAIT,, WE ACTUALLY PLAY AS ZELDA?" ;u;

[red-archivist]

okay so the logo

theres the standard heraldry with the lion and the unicorn, 'non vacillabimus' translates to 'we will not falter'

but what im curious about right now are these:

the chevrons (these things; ^) are again heraldry stuff, vaguely represent protection/defense

the other symbols are alchemy symbols

the 🜔 is salt and represents the body

the ☿ is mercury and represents the mind

the 🜍 is sulfur and represents the spirit

in alchemy these three symbols are considered tria prima, the three primes of life

you can see other alchemical symbols in the background of the whole logo as well and it is going to be very interesting to see how/if these elements play into the show

[westywallowing]

dekusquads awkward family photoshoot :')

[angiemaniac]

Gonna be making t-shirts for my shop next year!

[dingodoodles]

OOOOOooo bby! HUGE EXCITING SUPER F🦆CKING CRAZY FOOL'S GOLD ANNOUCEMENT COMING THIS OCT.8th!

Y'all better buckle up. I'm very excited to FINALLY be able to talk about it…you guys have no idea💃 Unfortunately this does mean the next Sands episode will be pushed to the 15th, but believe me it's worth it 🧡

[bucky-obsessed]

One month!!!

[laurencin-draws]

dotter mode! possible stickers to hand out at fanexpo (y)

[xheartstopperxx]

this is so cute!!💓

[meshlact9901]

I already saw myself on Friday during the SWCJ when they make any comment about The Bad Batch I will scream like crazy with excitement like a fan with her favorite band, I will applaud my husband Hunter like the proud wife of a rock star 🥰

[glassesweirdo]

I keep seeing posts saying that "omg, no!!! klaus can't be scared of everything/gemaphobic/whatever!!! He's done so much crazy shit!!!" But they are missing the major point, because yeah, ur right! Season one and two klaus did insane shit!!! But guess what happened in season three? He was told that good chunk of that crazy shit he did killed him. He was fine with that, because guess what? He was immortal. Guess what he isn't anymore? Immortal. Imagine learning that ur crazy past actually lead to you dying multiple times, and the only reason ur still alive is because you have freaky alien powers and 12 year old god hates you so much that she frequently kicked you out of heaven, and now those powers are gone and you could potentially die at any minute now, and then dont piss your pants when ur thrown back into the real world and forced to live life again. He litteraly is experiencing the crushing reality of mortality after living his whole life thinking he could bounce back from deadly situations without a scratch. If I made it to 39 without feeling Existential dread and then it suddenly hit me like a freight train in an alternate universe, you would not see me outside, you would see me in a sealed bubble with sanitizer everywhere.

[simpjaes]

GUESSSSSSSSS WHO GOT INVITED TO PUT HER ARTWORK IN AN EXHIBITTTTTTTTTTTTTT????????

me. i did.