#Pangst

[winniethewife]

Kinktober day 25

Day Twenty Five: Breeding (Miguel O’hara x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, Mentions of miscarriage, Oral sex (F-receiving), Unprotected sex, P!inV!, love marks, size kink, plot in the porn, Pangst.

Minors DNI

Words: 1040

“Do you want to have kids Miguel?” It was an unexpected question for a second date but Miguel hadn’t realized then that this was the woman he would want to spend his whole life with at the time. He had told her that someday he would, the safe version of the answer. They would have many versions of the kids talk over their first year together. Ones that included the story of Gabriella, Ones that included the miscarriages she had that lead to her divorce, both of them desperate for a family to call their own. This lead to many tear filled conversations, many long nights of debating the choices. But in the end they both know what they wanted truly, and that didn’t invalidate the children they had lost.  So after after a long day of celebrating their union with their friends they finally got to their hotel room for the night. Both of them laughing and smiling as they got in the door. But the moment they saw the bed in the bridal suite all went quiet as they held each other. Miguel smiles at his beautiful bride, he didn’t think he deserved this kind of happiness but she wanted him to have it anyway. They sat down on the end of the bed and Miguel caresses her face, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Hermosa…you went off the birth control, Si?” He asked with a husky nature to his voice.

“Mhm” She hums as she looks in his eye she was more than ready for this. This was everything she wanted, everything they wanted. He leans in to kiss her, his hands caressing her sides as he searches for the zipper on her dress. Once he finds it he carefully unzips the dress, as it falls off her body he pulls away from the kiss to look at her. The wedding Lingerie she wore underneath was beautiful, the silk bra, the lace coving her midriff. He barely took a moment to think before his mouth was attached to her collar bone, kissing her soft skin before lifting her up as the dress falls to the floor. She softly moans as Miguel lays her out in the bed.

“Perfecta para mi querida” he says softly against her skin, hovering his body over her as they lay together, his hand caressing the soft fabric. He lifts himself and looks into her eyes, his red ones dark with love, lust and passion. His hands roaming her body, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. He sits up and his and his fingers make quick work of his button down shirt and tie tossing both to the side, kicking off his suit pants leaving him in just his boxers.

“You will make the prettiest Mami.” He whispers as he positions himself between her legs, pulling off the lace thong before pushing her thighs to the sides.

“Miggy…Mi amor…” She mumbles twisting his hair between her fingers as he slides his tongue along her folds. Taking a moment to suck softly at her clit, he looks up at her. Their eyes make contact again, the unspoken love between them sending electricity though their gaze. He moans into her wet cunt as he laps at her juices, like he’d never tasted anything better. She pulls his hair slightly as he starts to eat her out, letting out deep moans into her folds as he does so, driving her even crazier, the knot in her stomach growing tighter her hips bucking slightly into his mouth. As he pulled away She let his hair go, looking at him with a pout as he moves before she had a chance to cum. He slides off his boxers, his massive cock, springing from its confines.

“No te preocupes princesa…I’ve got you.” He takes her legs and holds them up as he slides into her, she whimpers in pleasure at the sensation of his length pressing on her cervix as he pushes into her. He gives her a moment to adjust, whispering into her ear.

“That’s it, taking me so good mi preciosa amor.” He softly moans as he feels her walls fluttering around him. She takes a deep breath and then she nods ready for him to start. He takes it easy at first, but the closer she gets to her release the better it feels the faster he wants to go.

“Así, Así, Así, Miguel, Mnpf” She moans out, dragging her nails along his back. Her orgasm comes like a tidal wave, crashing on her body like a rocky shore. As her toes curl and her body shakes Miguel growls softly in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck this baby into you Mami. No es así?” he moves quickly, his hips snapping into her as he chases his release, harder, faster, deeper, His lips capturing hers moving against each other like they had a million times before. The love that they shared, the want for this life together shared in the passion of this moment.

The night goes on, each of them reaching their peak again and again.  

“Miguel…Amor… I can’t, I can’t.” She moans out

“One more Mami, vamos nena, just…one more” He kisses her neck, licking along the marks he’d made on her skin. He pulls back for a minute and looks her over again. Her lingerie had long been lost, he watches as he can see his cock hitting the wall of her abdomen. He lay his hand over that spot, his large hand splayed out over her he moves to rub her swollen clit with his thumb drawing out a sob from her lips as she climaxed again. He smiles at her, slightly panting as he finds his own release easy to reach after such a display. As they lay together, Miguel lay next to her and propped her hips up on his, her legs dangle over his side.

“Don’t want to waste any right?” She chuckles, He laughs with her, drawing patterns on her abdomen with his fingers, imagining how her body would change over the next few months once this took.

“You will be the most beautiful Mami, mi esposa…” He murmurs as he looks at her lovingly

~

Translations:

Perfecta para mi querida: Perfect for me Darling

No te preocupes princesa: Don't worry princess

mi preciosa amor: My precious love

Así: Like that

No es así?: isn’t that right?

vamos nena: Come on Baby

mi esposa: My wife

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Taglist: @steven-grants-world @queerponcho

[meggydolaon]

Viper's Nest you are Everything to me

[queenofbaws]

Happy weekend Queenie! I’m very much doing better than I was this time last week which is a relief.

That being said I’m in the mood for some ANGST. Because I’ve been listening to this song all day and I need to feel Chrashley breaking up to it 🤭

Lyrics as followed:

I am someone who, until recent events, you shared your secrets with and your location. You forgot to turn it off.

So I watch as you walk into some bar called The Black Dog and pierce new holes in my heart, you forgot to turn it off.

(The Black Dog by Taylor Swift)

When it came to unpleasant things, Ashley was good at pretending she couldn't see them.

It wasn't the kind of skill you went around bragging about, but there it was: She had mastered the art of turning a blind eye, of convincing herself that horrible, terrible thing hadn't really happened, that everything was fine. So when Chris had dragged her screaming out of the shed, Josh's blood still hot on her face, she'd told herself her eyes were playing tricks on her - he'd absolutely chosen to save her in the Psycho's sick little game, she'd just been too freaked out to really see which direction the lever had pointed. She'd mistaken his tone of voice in the basement, too, and the sidelong glances she thought he'd been giving her since finding the video from last year (the one she thought must have been edited because she hadn't remembered it going quite like that), that had all been her own guilty conscience bleeding through, because her and Chris were something special, they understood each other, they were everything to each other...so she must've been confused.

There was no confusing the gun he'd pointed at her face, though, no convincing herself her stomach hadn't dropped into her feet and her blood hadn't turned into ice and her throat and lungs hadn't rasped to shreds as she begged, pleaded, screamed for him not to do it.

So as she watched him pound on the door, his breath fogging the glass while something out of a nightmare crept towards him on all fours, she checked the lock and held his eyes, knowing she wouldn't be able to turn away until she saw her heartbreak justified; when it came to unpleasant things, after all, Ashley was good at pretending she couldn't see them.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[the-pudding-is-a-lie]

We did a winter exchange gift over on the yin yang master discord server and the wonderful pangst had AUs in general, actual fox!Qingming, magic/fantasy elements as well as curses and curse breaking listed as things they enjoy in a story. So my brain took all these and decided it was time to attempt not only starting but for once actually finishing a comic!

I wanted to not use any text in this and see if the idea still came across and honestly? I am very proud of this whole project and how much I experimented during the drawing process. I also managed to draw most of it in 2 to 3 days, which is bonkers to me. But yeah! Hope you enjoy! :D

[localplaguenurse]

I had a dream about pants man

Idk just him taking off his makeup after work and just looking at the mirror

Don’t.

Don’t do that to me, I got stuff to do today-

Ah fuck it I can indulge in some pangst (pants angst) today, but later though because I just woke up despite trying to fuckin sleep in (I legit stayed up late hoping it would force me to wake up later)

[madamemachikonew]

I'm opening my pangst (pants angst) wip in retribution >:3c

(K not REALLY retribution, but if we're making him cry today, I want in on that fun. I can't say he's my muse if I haven't written proper angst of him yet.)

Yay! Blorbo trauma party! XD

[icypantherwrites]

New Fic: Always

Summary:

Pidge and Lance are on an undercover mission to retrieve supplies they desperately need for their journey back to Earth. Despite the odds everything seems to be going in their favor; Lance is charming the local gang and Pidge is hidden away as backup and they are this close to calling it a success.

And then everything goes wrong.

Not only are the gang members now hunting them, Lance has been poisoned and its affecting his memory. Pidge somehow has to keep them both alive until rescue comes, a feat made more difficult by the minute as Lance forgets first short term details, then the mission, and now... now he’s forgotten her. But no matter what happens Pidge knows she’ll protect Lance and he will protect her.  Always.

Story snippet:

“Pidge!” Lance gasped as she reached for the cloak he’d been prepared to rip up. “You’re hurt!”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she rolled her eyes. “But I’ve still got nothing on you. Don’t move,” she nearly growled it as Lance reached for his cloak to assist her. “We don’t know if movement makes it worse.”

Lance stilled and fell silent although the concerned expression didn’t dim in the slightest as he stared at her arm.

“It’s not that deep,” Pidge comforted as Lance seemed far more worried about her over the fact he had giant spikes in him.

It really wasn’t and as she tentatively examined it, wiping up dripping blood before she secured the bandage, it looked like a clean cut too. It could have been much worse but this was manageable.

She’d just finished, wiping her hands clean on another piece of cloth, when Lance sucked in a harsh breath.

She jerked her head up, expecting there to be an enemy, for Lance to have keeled over, but he was sitting same as before and staring at her with horrified concern. “Pidge, you’re hurt!”

A cold shiver went down Pidge’s back as she met dark ocean eyes.

Lance was genuinely horrified.

Like… like he had just realized she was injured.

“Yes,” she said slowly. “And… and so are you.”

Lance’s eyes grew wider. “What?”

And he glanced at his arm like hers rather than his back where he’d recently found he was a human pincushion.

The cold shiver turned into something more.

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[pidgeangstbang]

It’s time!!! We’re excited to give a sneak peek at the stories that will be featured in this bang! While the first round is only open to sign-up artists, we’ll have second round if there are fics still available, so definitely take a look, even if you aren’t signed up! Claims will open on October 3rd at 6PM CST. Previews Link Enjoy perusing! -PAB Team

[angstalottle]

Lance: you know the worst part of anxiety

Hunk: the constant terror of hurting those you care about

Lance: yes and

Pidge: thinking just one wrong move will make you loose all your friends and family

Lance: yeah but

Keith: knowing that if you die you won’t be remembered for anything other then your mistakes

Lance: mood but I meant like not being able to go the bathroom in a new place. I havnt gone since we got to space

Hunk: oh me either

Pidge: same here

Keith: I’m dying over here I gotta go so bad

Shiro:*looking horrified* are you kids ok?!

[milkacchan]

Hostage

Request for anon: Could you write plangst during season 8 where pidge realizes she doesn't stand a chance with seeing him with Allura?

I wanna be alone

Alone with you - does that make sense?

I wanna steal your soul

And hide you in my treasure chest

I don't know what to do

To do with your kiss on my neck

I don't know what feels true

But this feels right so stay a sec

Yeah, you feel right so stay a sec

She felt stupid now. Only now, after months of pining and accepting had she realized, Lance would never belong to her. Her face felt hot and her heart thumped wildly her chest.

She gripped her bayard tightly, looking back down. Of course. How could she have thought anything else? It was so obvious so everyone on board, who Lance was into.

And that was Allura. Allura, the princess of a fallen Nation. Allura, beautiful in every sense of the word.

And let me crawl inside your veins

I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain

It's not like me to be so mean

You're all I wanted

Just let me hold you

Like a hostage

She wouldn't lie. She'd dreamt about him more than once. She'd dreamt he'd hold her, but this time he'd press kisses to her skin, rather than team cuddles. He'd whisper how much he adored her and how appreciated she was.

But the way he looked at Allura, the way his hand lingered for just a little too long to be friendly. She knew, his heart belonged to another.

Her eyes trailed the two in silence, analyzing every move, every sound and expression.

"Katie!" Lance smiled, "look!" He started to lift something but she cut him off.

"Don't call me that. You know how much I hate it." She brushed him off.

Gold on your fingertips

Fingertips against my cheek

Gold leaf across your lips

Kiss me until I can't speak

Gold chain beneath your shirt

The shirt that you let me wear home

Gold's fake and real love hurts

And nothing hurts when I'm alone

When you're with me and we're alone

Pidge looked at the shirt in her hand. She chewed the inside of her cheek, a nervous tick she'd picked up since she left earth. She couldn't help but smile soft as she recalled the events that had taken place on that particular night.

She had always meant to give it back, but each time the time had come, she either forgot or some life threatening situation had come up. But if any time was time to return the shirt, it was now.

She gripped it in her hand, taking a deep breath before leaving the safe confines of her room.

Her footsteps echoed until she stopped in front of Lance's door. She gave the white cloth one last look before she knocked on the doors.

They opened after a few seconds and Lance looked down at her with a smile. He was in his nightly mask and stupid blue robe that she loved. "Pidge! Hey!"

"Hey," she held up the shirt. "This is yours. I kept meaning to return it, things just came up " She mumbled, looking at the ground.

"Oh, well you can have it." He answered warmly.

"I can't-"

"I really don't mind, I know you like T-Shirts like that."

"No I'm-"

"Seriously I don't mind, I can find another one at the next space mall-"

"I don't want your stupid shirt, Lance!" He went quiet, his smile fell and hurt had settled into his eyes. "Just..Just take it. Please."

"Right." He took the shirt with gentle hands and looked at her. She wanted to say something, anything, she hated seeing him hurt, but she decided staying quiet was the best option.

"Goodnight Lance."

And let me crawl inside your veins

I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain

It's not like me to be so mean

You're all I wanted

Just let me hold you

Hold you

The walk down the hallway seemed to last hours. She could feel his eyes follow her and her heart pleaded and cried, maybe her chance wasn't so gone. But once she'd made it to her room, she remembered.

She sank into her bed, staring at the ceiling. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt so much to know that a boy couldn't think of her the same.

She wished she had her brother, she wished she could rant and cry to him about unrequited love but instead she recieved the cold walls that surrounded her. She recieved silence and isolation.

Warm tears rolled down her cheeks and the sight of the painted stars above her bed blurred.

Like a hostage

[icymakesazine]

“And I’d hurry if I was you, loverboy,” Beard sneered. “Because while you’re gone… we’re gonna have ourselves some fun, aren’t we, little miss?”

Pidge’s eyes flashed.

“Oh ho,” Beard chuckled, and one of his hands came up to brush against Pidge’s cheek. “Feisty. We like ‘em feisty, don’t we boys?”

A roar of approval met the statement while Lance felt his stomach bottom out at the insinuation and Pidge’s eyes lost their fire, her visible face going pale.

Oh no.

Heck no.

Lance’s hands trembled at his sides as something took the place of the fear.

Anger.

“No,” he said it quietly but the word carried. 

xxx

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[alubanana]

Pidge in grabbed by the hair? (Possibly with injuries that are causing her to go in and out of consciousness, Plus without communications to her team so it takes them a long time to find her?) i love Pidge but there should be more whump for her. Thank you!

Hunk and Pidge whump is so scarce and I need more of it

Enjoy! 

Piece By Piece (Strand By Strand)

Tags: Broken Bones Pidge | Katie Holt Whump Hurt Pidge | Katie Holt Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt: Grabbed by the hair Hair-pulling Blood and Injury

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Characters/Relationships: Pidge I Katie Holt

Snippet:

Pidge’s stomach bottomed out when she thought of the Druids.

She was suddenly very sure of who she was being taken to.

“No!” she screamed. Her voice cracked, throat tearing from the force of her shout.

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[annaathanaz]

A plance story I’ve been working on!

It’s on wattpad!

[sillygurl1021]

I didn't feel like finishing it but here is some Pangst y'all!

[sadlancetrash]

Coran hadn’t held or hugged anyone in ten thousand years in a way that was emotionally supportive to him. He’d held Allura when she was in tears missing her father, the way he had when Alfor had gone on diplomatic trips when she was a child. She’s the only one he’d really had any contact with.

Allura desperately missed her father. He had a calming presence that she could only wish to emulate. Since her release from the cryopod she’d only really had contact from Coran, and that was when she was emotionally devastated from the loss of her father after the little time she had with him. She’d gotten some small touches from the paladins but she was a princess. She needed to be a leader.

Shiro wasn’t a fan of being touched. At least not by those he didn’t trust. Keith was okay, they had known each other for a long time and were practically brothers at this point.He used to be really affectionate, but the experiments done on him were traumatizing at best.

Keith didn’t have an opinion on being touched. He hadn’t ever really been touched and he was okay with that. Lacking touch from anyone significant wasn’t a big deal for him, because he never had it. He wasn’t adverse to it, but he also didn’t need it.

Lance hated being in space. It was so big and everything was so spread out. He grew up in a home where walking up or down the stairs meant brushing against at least one person if not three. The castle could fit his entire extended family from both sides and still not be filled. It was too quiet and too empty and there was too much space and Lance didn’t like it.

Hunk enjoyed being affectionate. He’s used to giving out high fives and hugs left and right. He loved showing his love to everyone. That being said its only with two people, and even then he’s only really with one person. Pidge was so small and easy to give affection to she didn’t seem to like it, so Lance was really the only one he gave affection to.

Pidge was never affectionate to begin with, and became even more withdrawn when her dad and brother disappeared. She completely closed herself off from everyone, even her mom. She knows that they’re safe now, but she’s not used to the affection and would rather make do without it.

[icypantherwrites]

Fic Update: “I Am a Fighter,” Chapter Six

Summary: The Galra capture Pidge and present her with a choice. Either she makes the weapon they want… or someone dies. Pidge prides herself on her genius, on her logic. But this? This is not a choice. This is torture. She’s being forced to decide if the universe’s fate outweighs the lives of a few individuals and no one, no one, should be allowed to make that call. She has to though. Again and again.

But when a familiar face is dragged before her she can feel her resolve crumbling. Because Keith is not a nameless prisoner. He is her friend, her family. And yet his blood is already dripping from her hands.

Chapter snippet:

“And again.”

Pidge’s arm shook, not as the result of the taser she held but at the request.

She couldn’t.

Not anymore.

“Again,” called Asshole, perched atop her work desk. “Or else…”

“P-Pidge,” Keith choked out, his body trembling as much as his words. “Do i-it.”

God.

She pressed the taser once more into his side, the flesh there already burned and bleeding.

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Keith’s jaw locked down, veins protruding in his neck, but after a few seconds he lost the battle and a hoarse, raw, scream sounded about the cell.

He always lost it because Asshole didn’t tell her to stop until he did so.

Pidge knew better than to ask him to just scream to start.

Keith had his pride. It was the one thing she would not allow them to take.

Asshole’s call of “stop” was almost inaudible over the sound of Keith’s agony, but Pidge was fine-tuned for it and released the taser immediately.

Keith shook and coughed, all of his weight dangling once more on his wrists as his body slumped forward, unable to hold him up.

It was no surprise.

The taser shocks were round four.

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