#SO EXCITED TO READ

[getyourpresleyfix]

As of today, Lisa’s book (that Riley co wrote with her) is out officially today!

[hotheadedhero]

This might just be the best gosh darn present from my partner ever

He even got the hardback copy 😭🙏

Bless this man for also trying to make a red velvet cake in honour of Raph. It's not very red but it tastes amazing!

[buckyschair]

HEHE my copy of Everything Is Tuberculosis has john’s signature in green which is just poetic

[lazyjellyfish300]

I AM ABOUT TO EATTTT 🔥🔥🔥🍖🍜🍔🍕🥪🥩

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⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀as your pregnancy progresses and endure various bodily changes, you begin feeling a bit insecure. however, miguel shows you how much he admires your changing body.

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀fluff, tiny angst, body insecurity, smut, pregnancy sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, cowgirl, cunnilingus, breast play, body worship, lactation kink, breeding kink ( mdni )

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as your pregnancy progressed, you endured numerous changes. thicker hips, bigger tits filled with milk, swollen feet, achy back and feeling tired as shit most of the time. with all those bodily changes, you begin feeling a bit insecure about yourself. your body is forever changed and not how it used to be. of course these are the effects of motherhood and you should embrace them because you’re doing the most incredible thing ever, creating life.

however, that doesn’t shed away those negative thoughts plaguing your mind. in the beginning of your pregnancy, you were doing fine and simply enjoyed the process. but now with visible proof of the pregnancy, your mindset flipped a switch. every time you stare at the mirror, you sulk at your tired swollen state. those damn saggy tits filled with milk that leak sometimes and stain your clothes which pisses you off. the additional thickness and roundness of your hips accommodating your growing baby. swollen feet that bother you indefinitely. the bags under your eyes, sighs of trouble sleeping sometimes due to the aching. you just look like a damn mess.

you just feel so unattractive and not enough for miguel. when you first began dating, you were so much different. now, you’re a giant balloon. you know miguel doesn’t only love you for your body. he adores you completely, your soul, body, spirit, heart. he would, still, worships your body like a goddess because you are a goddess in his eyes. that man always managed to make you a bashful mess due to those sweet praises and compliments he’d whisper while planting kisses here and there. especially now you’re pregnant, oh he’s been worshipping you overboard. kneeling in front of you and kissing your swollen belly, gently holding it in his hands as he whispers sweet praises of love to you and your unborn daughter. massaging wherever you needed, boobs, back, feet, anything that brings discomfort. gently lift up your belly to relieve you of the weight. miguel would reassure you that he loves you, appreciates you, and says wholeheartedly that you are the most beautiful woman in the universe. the man is your number one worshipper.

yet, you still feel not enough for him. you don’t feel pretty enough for him. miguel is such a handsome man, he deserves to have someone match that same level of beauty by his side. you don’t fit the category, not with baggy titties, thick ass hips, and swollen feet. you just feel so… unattractive. those negative thoughts were ruining your mind to the point where you believed miguel would’ve be better off with a much prettier woman by his side.

you hate it so much. you hate how this pregnancy makes you feel negative about your changing body. you hate how it makes you feel so insecure. you hate it how affects your relationship with miguel. you just want those stupid thoughts to stop but you can’t. it’s taking control of your mind at this point.

now here you are, sulking at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. wearing nothing but underwear since your breasts are swollen so you discarded a bra. thick, heavy, swollen are words to describe your appearance. heavily sighing as your fingers lightly trace over the stretch marks under your belly and hips. another burden of pregnancy, something you should embrace yet those negative thoughts take control and tell your mind the opposite.

the sight in front of you brings tears to your eyes. how could miguel love this thing? how could he be willing to kiss, hug, touch this thing? how could he say this thing is the most beautiful woman in the universe? the dark thoughts were getting too intense. you quickly wipe away tears that were about to spill, put on your robe, and frustratingly exit the bathroom. a frustrated groan falls from your lips as you throw yourself on the bed, cover your entire body with the sheets, and let out soft sobs meaning to be released.

you look terrible, disgusting.

you should be ashamed to be standing by miguel’s side while looking like that.

how could he love a gross thing like you?

endless dark thoughts plaguing your mind, making you sob more underneath the sheets. it’s unhealthy, you want them to stop but you just can’t. they won’t stop, you can’t stop thinking about them. not to mention the pregnancy hormones aren’t much help. in fact, they make it even more worse.

you are drowning yourself in those dark thoughts that you don’t hear miguel coming home. he returned from the bike shop to pump his tires. he stopped by the habit to pick some food up for you both since he figured you’d be hungry by the time he returned home. he also knew you were craving the chicken sandwich with teriyaki sauce.

“mi reina, i’m home.” he calls out, expecting you to respond but instead it was only silence. that confuses him a little. miguel calls out your name again yet there was no answer.

okay, now he’s concerned. especially more when he hears soft sobs and sniffing from your room. miguel doesn’t hesitate to rush over, panicking. are you hurt? is something wrong with the baby? many negative thoughts ran across his mind.

opening the door but not aggressively since he doesn’t want to scare you, he stands there confused at you completely covered with the bedsheets.

“mi reina?” miguel calls out softly but all he gets is a soft whimper. he walks around the bed to your side but is taken aback when you pull the sheets more over your head so he won’t see you.

and you don’t want him to see how much of a sobbing mess you are right now.

you don’t sound in pain yet your entire body is covered so it doesn’t prove anything and he only gets more concerned. “mi amor, what’s wrong?” miguel kneels next to the bed in front of you. “are you hurt? is something wrong with the baby?”

“no…” you answer with a quiet sob.

his brows furrowed at that, specifically at the quiet sob. “are you sure?” he leans a bit closer.

another quiet sob but more of a whine. “yes…”

if you’re fine physically, then what’s wrong emotionally?

miguel believes you but he wants to know why are you crying and covering yourself. his fingers find the top of the sheet and slowly tries to pull it away but you instinctively pull it back with a whine.

he retracts his hand. “¿mi amor, qué paso? why won’t you let me see you?”

“just go away, please…”

his heart breaks, at both your request and the sadness in your tone. one thing miguel hates is being away from you, he learned his lesson hard. but something tells him that this is different.

he gently rests his hand on your back and give it a few tender rubs. “por favor, mi reina. i just wanna see that you’re okay, i wanna see my pretty girl.”

miguel waits patiently, not wanting to rush you and allow you to take your time. all he wants is to see you and if you’re okay, physically at least.

oh you can’t resist that loving tone. it always makes your heart ache in a good way, with much love.

very slowly yet reluctantly, you pull down the sheets but only revealing your teary eyes. miguel’s heart breaks, once again, at the sight of the tears in those gorgeous eyes he adores so dearly. another thing he hates is seeing you cry, it breaks his heart.

“oh mi reina… por qué llores?” his hand in your back moves up to gently wipe your tears away but you move away from his touch with a soft whine.

you wipe them yourself frustratingly, refusing to look at him. “it’s just the hormones.”

it’s more than the hormones, he can tell. this was different, you’ve never behaved like this before during your pregnancy. miguel wants to know the problem so he can help you.

“bebé, i think it’s more than just the hormones.” his hand returns to your back, gently rubbing it. “dime, por favor. i wanna help you, mi amor.”

you sniffle as you roll your eyes, weakly shaking your head against the pillow. “it’s stupid…”

he sighs sadly, leaning closer. “dime, amor.”

you shouldn’t tell him, it’s just stupid thoughts that got the best of you. but you also hate making him worry, especially over dumb stuff like this. it’s the last thing you want yet here he is worried about why you’re crying while wrapped up in bedsheets like a burrito. you probably look ridiculous even.

with a heavy sigh, you shove your face into the pillow to conceal the tears. “i look gross…”

“mande?” he doesn’t understand since you’re muffling into the pillow.

goddamnit.

groaning, you turn your face away from the pillow but cover your mouth with the bedsheet, still refusing to look at him. “i look gross.”

miguel’s brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. “gross? you’re not gross, bebé.”

a scoff left your lips. “yes, i am.”

“no, you’re not. you’re beautiful, a beautiful woman going through the process of becoming a mother.”

that elicits another scoff. he doesn’t get it. how could he say you’re beautiful when you literally look like a walker from the ‘the walking dead.’ a pregnant walker at that. he just… he just doesn’t understand.

miguel notices how reluctant you are and it breaks his heart even more. he’s telling the truth, you’re a beautiful woman enduring the process of growing a baby and becoming a mother. it’s a beautiful thing.

he is, however, aware of body insecurity that pregnant women endure. it’s strange to see your body change in various ways. some changes are temporary and others are permanent. you, just like another other pregnant woman, are enduring various bodily changes. miguel finds it fascinating how the female body changes with pregnancy. all these altercations for creating and carrying a baby. women are powerful beings. however, it doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t ache seeing you so upset.

“mi amor, escúchame por favor. you’re beautiful, you’ve always been beautiful.”

“no, i’m not!” you abruptly sit up but being mindful of your belly. “i’m gross, fat, swollen, all of the above!” you throw your hands up frustratingly before lowering them and finally looking at him with teary eyes. “how could you love me?”

miguel is shocked, in disbelief actually. how could you say much a thing? how could he not love you? he loves you with all his fucking soul, for fucking eternity. however, he understands the hormones and doubts are getting the best of you.

“bebé…” he starts softly, bringing a hand to cup your cheek ever so gently. exhaling softly when do you move way from his touch. “i understand why you’re having these thoughts pero i’ll tell you that i love you and will always love you no matter what. even pregnant, i still love you. no matter what.”

tears prickle in your eyes. god he’s such a sweetheart, his kind words always melting your heart. how did you deserve such a sweet man?

“i-i’m sorry… it’s just…”

“don’t be sorry and take your time, amor. i’m here forever, no rush.” he reassures you sweetly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“it’s just… i feel so unworthy. i’m not how i use to be. i’m just so big and swollen and it drives me fucking crazy. i’ll never be the same again. a-and you, you’re so fucking handsome and i feel so unworthy to be by your side. like you deserve someone who has the same beauty level as you, not some big balloon like me. i know you’re gonna say i’m the most beautiful woman in the universe blah blah blah, i just… i feel not pretty enough, for you or in general.”

miguel was attentive to every word. it pains him to hear you feel so lowly of yourself but ultimately understands why. he just wished he could show you how beautiful you, how you are in his eyes. all he wants is to comfort you, make you feel loved and appreciated by him, make you feel worthy.

“mi reina,” he starts softly, cupping your cheek, making you lean into his touch. “you’re right, i will tell you that you are beautiful because you are beautiful to me, siempre. yes, your body has changed but it has changed porque you’re carrying our daughter.” his other hand rests gently on your swollen belly through the sheets, caressing it. “you’re carrying a baby, a life. isn’t that amazing?”

“well… yeah but also kinda weird, y’know? there’s literally another human being inside me.”

that elicits a chuckle from your boyfriend. “pues, si. it is kinda weird growing another human being inside pero it’s still a fascinating phenomenon.”

while tears trail down your cheeks and he gently wipes them, you can’t help but smile a little at that. pregnancy is a weird, fascinating phenomenon.

“mi reina, i’m the one who feels like i’m not worthy of you. after what i put you through for three weeks, i felt so undeserving of you. not as much now since we’ve been making so much progress and doing much better now, there are times when i feel like that. but when i see you and our little one,” he gives your belly a few gentle rubs. “i remember that i’m very grateful to have you both in my life, to have my two girls in my life.” much adoration in his tone.

your heart swells with much love. he always knows the right words to say to melt your heart.

“i know i can’t take away those bad feelings but i am always here for you. please believe me when i say you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen and i love you. one else has my heart but you, siempre.”

finally, you break down and begin sobbing. miguel quickly sits on the edge of the bed and takes you in his arms, wrapping his arms around you as you sob into his chest. his hold on you tightens a little as he feels your trembling form. one hand rubs gentle circles on your back as comfort. he holds you and never lets go. you break down and miguel is there to catch you, just like you did with him that one night when he told you what happened to gabriel.

“i love you…” you sob softly.

his heart swells, gently squeezing you with love. “té quiero tanto, mi reina. more than you know.”

you two stay like that for a while until you finally calm down and the tears finally stop. just a tender moment of embracing one another.

“i’m sorry… the hormones fuck me up.” you lean back, letting out a few sniffles.

“don’t be, it’s okay.” his hands slowly rubbing encouraging circles on your arms before one of them reaches out to grab a tissue from your nightstand.

“thank you…” you take the offered tissue from him. “god… i know you just said those sweet things but i really do feel like a mess after all that crying.” you glance down at yourself. flushed cheeks, dried up tears, messy hair, and still in your robe.

“you can take a bath, clean you up so you can feel better.” miguel suggests.

“yeah, a bath does sound really nice.”

he softly chuckles before helping you up from bed. “vamos, amor. let’s go prepare your bath.” as he guides you to the bathroom, miguel leans down towards your ear. “afterwards, i can show you exactly how much i adore you and this gorgeous body.”

there’s a hint of seductiveness in his tone that sends a shiver down your spine. you know exactly what he means and you anticipate for what plans he has.

after a relaxing bath with miguel’s help washing you and cleaning you up, you find yourself spread out on the bedsheets wearing a fresh, thin satin nightgown and a pregnancy pillow underneath for comfort. your heart beats quick with anticipation as miguel slowly approached towards the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats, your favorite. that mix of lust and adoration glint in his eyes increases your anticipation. those same brown eyes admire your plump, glowing form.

“tan hermosa.” he notices your bashful face and makes him smile. miguel loves his effect on you and how simple sweet words can make you shy.

slowly kneeling in front of the bed, miguel leans down towards your legs and gently grabs one leg and brush his lips against your ankle. his lips leaves a trace of soft kisses as he slowly trails up your leg, reaching towards your inner thigh.

“i love these thighs.” he murmurs against your skin. “wanna wrap them around my face all day.” before you can say anything, your breath hitches as you feel his lips suck your inner thigh, silencing you.

your core begins throbbing with want. “miguel…”

“so soft…” he whispers in between kisses and light sucks, earning soft gasps and moans from you. alternating between thighs, spreading them to access more skin and leave more kisses.

the teasing kisses were wearing your patience thin and your body started feeling hot. “miguel, please~” a soft whine from your lips.

“relájate, bebé. lemme worship you.” miguel can’t help but grin at your impatience. it’s so adorable when you whine and beg for him.

trailing upwards, miguel slowly lifts up the hem of your nightgown exposing your swollen belly and panties. a soft gasp falls from your lips as the cool air hits your core. he doesn’t ignore the wet stain on your panties, making him grin. but miguel’s attention is on your belly. he peppers it with adoring kisses and whisper sweet praises, making your heart flutter and mind floaty while feeling hot and bothered.

miguel feels a faint kick against his lips, both of you chuckle. “si, princesa. papí is taking care of mamá.” he softly whispers against your skin.

that melts your heart.

“té quiero, mi reina. té quiero tu pancita. your gorgeous belly, growing our baby.” he murmurs between kisses, worshiping your tummy. each kiss earns a faint kick from your baby.

you reach down and dig your fingers in his hair, brushing through those soft wavy curls. “miguel~”

“such a pretty mamí.” very slowly, his lips trail back down to where you really want him. he chuckles at the way your hips buckle ever so slightly. “don’t worry, bebé. i’ll take care of you.”

gripping the sides of your panties, miguel slowly slides them off your body. he curses quietly at your glistening pussy, dripping already for him.

“dios, you’re dripping, bebita. ¿todo para mi, huh?” his eyes never leave your glistening cunt as he tosses your panties somewhere on the floor.

“y-yes, miguel por favor—”

“shhh, i’m here…” he shushes you softly, calloused hands spreading your thighs and rest them on his bulky shoulders. “let me know if it’s too much.” miguel glances up at you with sincerity, you nod, and he doesn’t hesitate to dive into your sweet cunt.

a moan erupts from your throat as miguel’s lips suckle on your throbbing clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. the bedroom is filled with your moans as your boyfriend eats you out passionately. his tongue draws delicate circles on your precious pearl, sending your mind haywire and squirm underneath his hold. a loud moan echos in the room as miguel’s tongue begins penetrating you.

“oh my- miguel!~” you arch your back, gripping tightly on his brown locks, earning a groan from him.

you’re so fucking sweet, an addictive nectar that he can’t get enough of. you always tasted sweet but even more now that you’re pregnant. miguel is going fucking crazy at your sweetness, slurping and eating you up as if you’re his final meal.

“fuck- you’re so- fucking sweet, bebé.” he moans in between slurps and licks.

unfortunately, you swollen tummy blocks the beautiful view but you can still see those cute brown locks. while alternating between his tongue fucking you and sucking on your clit, miguel reaches a hand up and places it on your belly, his thumb caressing it. the multiple sensations of pleasure he was providing was overwhelming, your mind haywired. using your free hand, you interlock yours with miguel’s that is on your belly, making the connection more intimate. the familiar warm sensation in your tummy gradually develops, building and building up as miguel continues pleasuring you in miraculous ways.

“m-miguel, i’m gonna—”

“dámelo, bebé.” he gently squeezes your hand.

god you love it when he says that, so fucking hot. his tongue movement increase, determined to make you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. your pitchier and louder moans echo in the bedroom as your orgasm approaches. finally, with a loud whine of his name like a prayer, you gush around his tongue. the death grip on his hair makes him groan but miguel doesn’t give a shit, too busy devouring your sweetness. miguel is a greedy little shit, devouring every ounce of your sweet nectar. swirling his tongue around and slurring up everything he can get, not wasting any drop as if his life depends on it.

“m-miguel, please stop- no more, i can’t—” your legs tremble as you begin to feel overstimulated by the never-ending pleasure he still provides. plus, the pregnancy hormones make you extra sensitive. if he doesn’t stop, you will have another orgasm and right now you’re desperate for his cock.

your boyfriend slurps up any leftover sweetness and gives your now sensitive clit one final suck before finally rising from your trembling thighs.

“you taste so fucking sweet, mamí. even sweeter now because you’re pregnant.” his tongue runs over his lips glistening with your come, collecting the leftover. the sight makes your pussy flutter.

goddamnit, this man drives you crazy.

“¿estas bien?” he returns to his sweet, caring nature. a huge contrast from his seductive nature a few seconds ago. while wanting to provide you pleasure, miguel still focuses on your wellbeing.

you hum softly with a weak nod, recovering from your high. melting into his touch as his fingers stroke your cheek with such tenderness. sudden discomfort hits you when you feel wetness on your chest. glancing down, a frown settles on your face when two small wet stains are found on your nightgown. your face grows warm with embarrassment.

“goddamnit…” you curse frustratingly at the sight.

miguel’s brows furrowed in concern for a moment then follows your line of sight.

oh… you’re leaking.

you pinch the bridge of your nose while sighing frustratingly. great, now you ruined the sexy time. “sorry… didn’t expect this shit to happen.”

miguel quickly shakes his head. “no, no, no. don’t be sorry, it’s natural, mi amor. no te procupes.” he caresses your face as a sign of reassurance.

he might be weird but miguel can’t stop… looking at those two damp spots, more specifically your tits. he figures you’d start leaking since your breast are overflowing with milk prepared for your daughter when she arrives. it’s just… so fascinating to see. miguel is so fascinated that his hand has a mind of its own and slowly reaches towards your covered breasts. a frown settles on his face when your hand stops him, glancing at you worryingly.

“perdóname, mi reina. i just…”

god, how the fuck can he say it? i wanna suck on your tits, drink your milk that’s clearly meant for our daughter? you’d think he’s fucking insane.

you look up at him with slightly confused eyes but brush it off. “it’s okay… i’m just gonna go change.” you’re about to get up before his hand on your upper arms stop you, gently holding you in place.

“don’t change. it’s okay, preciosa. don’t feel about it, like i said, it’s natural for a pregnant woman.” he reassures you sweetly, caressing your arms.

you shrug, sighing. “i just wasn’t expecting that to happen right now. they just feel so fucking heavy.” leaning towards him, you hide in his chest and you feel his arms wrap around you lovingly.

he understands your discomfort and wishes to take it away. miguel is a problem solving guy and he wants to solve this problem. then, a light bulb imaginably appears on the top of his head.

“want me to message them for you?” he asks.

“sure.” you’re about to scoot over and expect miguel to sit beside you but instead he guides you to lay back down on the bed, leaving you slightly confused.

he notices your confused wide eyes. “do you trust me?” his thick fingers fiddle with the bow attached to the top of your nightgown where it holds your breasts, a sign of asking for consent.

your heart leaps in anticipation and excitement, knowing what he means. “always.”

with your consent, his fingers slowly untie the pretty bow and opens up the top of your nightgown, revealing your swollen breasts. his pupils dilate dramatically as he admires your beautiful breasts. licking his lips subconsciously at the small white droplets leaking from your perky nipples.

you recognize that glint in his eyes.

hunger.

that hungry look makes your clit throb but your mind says otherwise, feeling a bit insecure. you try to cover your chest but his hands gently pry them away.

“don’t hide from me, preciosa.” miguel looks up at you with sincerity and pleading. “ever.”

his whispered reassurance makes your heart flutter, a task he never fails to do. obliging, you allow your arms to move away and rest flat on the bed.

staring in awe of your breasts, miguel’s hands slowly come up and carefully cups them. that elicits a soft gasp from you. his cock twitches at the soft sensation of your breast in his palms. board palms gently message the soft, sensitive squishy fat. message out the knots and swollenness of your breasts, relieving you of that discomfort. the addictive sensation elicits soft moans and whimpers from you, arching your back into his touch.

“more, please…” you whimper, needing more pressure to feel more relieved.

“okay, mi amor.” miguel obliged and applies a bit more pressure with his hands, messaging your tits with care. each cute sound you make goes directly to his cock, twitching and throbbing with want.

miguel loves making you come undone with his touch. all he wants is to make you feel good.

those brown eyes stare in awe of your moving breasts, admiring the squishy fat moving in his large palms. but miguel is more focused on the tiny white droplets leaking from your nipples. a sudden wave of hunger courses through him like a tsunami. the longer he stares, the harder his cock becomes.

his honey mind also conjures up naughty thoughts. so much milk… flowing inside those pretty beasts of yours… begging to be drank.

fuck- does he have a lactation kink?

well, he does now thanks to you.

allowing those naughty instincts to take control, miguel leans over and captures a nipple with his lips hungrily. a gasp falls from your own when you feel him suckle on it, instinctively gripping on his hair.

“miguel!~” your chest arches into his mouth with a moan, seeking for more and more.

fuck, your pussy is so sweet and addicting but your milk is just something else.

another part of you he’s addicted to.

“y-you taste amazing, bebé.” he can’t get enough of your sweet milk, the warm liquid flowing down his thirst, humming happily. his hand squeezes your tit with a little pressure to gain more milk.

you feel his adam’s apple bobble with each gulp. his cheeks hollowed as he continues drinking. miguel alternates between both breasts, drinking one while his hand squeezes the other. the sensation sends tingling of pleasure to your clit. each suckle, lick and squeeze leaves you a throbbing mess. the pleasure is so intense, so good that you feel hot and bothered. as if he knows your body well, miguel lowers one hand down and gives your clit some attention after being neglected for a little. the sudden sensation causes a sharp moan to erupt from your throat.

“oh! miguel!~ please, don’t stop~” your fingers grip tighter on his hair as you feel that familiar warm feeling in your lower belly coming back with each flick of his finger on your sensitive pearl.

miguel continues suckling on your tit while playing with your clit before pushing in two digits into your tight folds, eliciting a heavenly whine. now that warm feeling was approaching fast. overwhelmed with the intense pleasure miguel continued providing. the next thing you know it, another loud moan of his name echos in the room as you come for the second time, gushing over his thick fingers. miguel gives your nipple one last suck while your chest arches as you come before finally breaking away.

your panting echos in the room, overwhelmed with the pleasure yet feel so good. god you love your boyfriend. a prideful grin on miguel’s face for making his girl feel good for a second time.

“you okay, amor?” he carefully slides out his fingers from your dripping folds while looking down at you with a loving, caring expression.

“holy shit, miguel. fuck yeah, damn…” you weakly chuckle, feeling utterly fucked out.

he chuckles as well, sheepishly. “sorry for going overboard, you just tasted so good.”

you weakly shake your head, giggling. “i can tell.”

a sheepish smile graces his lips as he rises to grab the cloth on the nightstand. miguel begins cleaning up in between your thighs but stops when you tug him back his dog tags and bring him down for a kiss. it surprises him but immediately reciprocates, hovering over you, mindful of your tummy. although, he doesn’t expect you to be so eager. practically devouring his lips as if your life depends on him.

“bebé—”

“get on the bed, now.”

now miguel is the surprise one but honestly is turned on by your command. he loves it you boss him around. authority looks so good on you.

all that pleasure left you a throbbing mess and craving for him, specifically his cock. not to mention the pregnancy hormones going bonkers now.

you’re a horny mess thanks to your boyfriend.

the man knows better than to keep you waiting so he swiftly takes off his sweats and lays in bed. his pupils dilate immensely as you get on top of him, groaning when your cunt meets with his aching cock. you’re so hot and bothered that you take off your nightgown, leaving yourself bare to miguel’s hungry eyes. you feel his cock twitch underneath.

“joder, bebé…” those brown eyes roam over your gorgeous figure, admiring the angel above him.

actually, a goddess above him.

once aligned with his cock, both of you let out a moan as you slowly sink down his length. fuck, you’re goddamn so tight, miguel’s mind goes haywire. his tip glazed your cervix perfectly. of course with miguel’s help, guiding you with his hands on your hips. however, your hips seem to have a mind of their as you begin already bouncing on him. finally riding his cock after what felt like forever.

moans and groans linger in the hot air of sex, bouncing the four walls of the bedroom. miguel admires his angel riding his cock to oblivion, admiring your bouncing tits. his hands leave your hips and cups your breasts, giving them squeezes. relishing the soft squishy fat in his palms, earning angelic moans from you since they’re extra sensitive. his hands move down to your belly and holds it securely. possessive thoughts ran across his mind.

your gorgeous belly, your baby growing inside. it’s his baby growing inside you. he is the one who got you pregnant, no other man. proof that you belong to him. miguel never felt that possessive of you but the longer he admires your pregnant belly, the more possessive he is of you. the fact it’s his baby, he is the father, he got you pregnant ignites that certain possessive side of him. it drives miguel insane.

“mira, mi niña hermosa.” his sweet praise makes you flustered, moaning softly. “growing our baby.” he gently rubs your baby bump. “my baby… growing inside you… so fucking beautiful.”

each praise goes straight to your pussy, making you clenching around him which causes miguel to groan. you’re extra sensitive so the praises hit different than usual, feeling more shy and vulnerable.

“m-miguel~” you arch your back.

“sí, hermosa. doing so good, baby~” miguel groans and throws his head back against the pillow as you continue riding him. relishing the sensation of your sweet pussy squeezing the fuck out of his cock.

he keeps his hands on your rest so he can do most of the movement, despite you wanting control. even though he’s deep in a state of ecstasy, miguel is still attentive to your wellbeing and makes sure you don’t accidentally harm yourself due to your pregnancy. the moment you feel discomfort, he’s stopping. however, you seem to be in a deep state of ecstasy too considering your pitchy moans and furrowed brows of pleasure. such a pretty sight.

“miguel, miguel, miguel.” a mantra of his name.

“ay mi amor~ so fucking good.”

the lovemaking process increases intensely. each thrust, the tip of miguel’s cock kissing your sweet spot, his thumb flicking your clit. you release another loud moan, coming for the third time. jesus, that is the most orgasms you’ve experienced and it all thanks to miguel. speaking of him, miguel soon follows and releases his thick seed deep in your pussy with a groan of your name. if it was possible, you would’ve made another baby. your hips finally come to a stop while indulging in your high, utterly fucked out. miguel’s hands give them gentle rubs. noticing how exhausted you are, miguel lays you down on the bed after pulling out and you come off top of him. calloused hands slowly guide you down until your back meets the mattress.

“you okay?” your boyfriend asks, caressing your cheek. “both of you?”

“mhm, we’re fine.” you hum, exhausted.

miguel leans forward and places a soft kiss on your forehead, making you smile droopingly. reaching from the nightstand, he grabs the prepared water bottle and brings it up to your lips once you’re sit up, with his hand on your back as support.

“más, preciosa. we pushed your limits tonight.” he encouraged, feeling a bit dissatisfied with the little water amount you drank. you came three times tonight, that exceeds your usual count.

you obliged and drink more water, relishing the refreshment to cool down your body. once you finished and miguel was more satisfied with the amount, you hand the bottle to him and he drinks.

“let’s get you washed up, amor.”

“but i don’t wanna get uuuup.” you whine, flashing that cute pout miguel adores.

“mamí, you know you hate not taking a shower before bed and you won’t stop complaining about feeling dirty until you do.” he shoots you an unimpressed look, arching a brow.

you sigh grumpily. “true… okay, fine.”

“don’t worry, i’ll carry you.” he smiles before setting down the water bottle and carefully scoops you up in his arms, heading to the bathroom.

you and miguel indulge in a relaxing bath together. well, your second bath but with miguel this time. your back rests against his chest, eyes closed while relishing the warm water and his body heat. his calloused hands rub gentle circles on your belly. a quiet, relaxing moment with the man you love.

“¿estas bien, hermosa?” he whispers.

you hum contently. “yeah, just perfect.”

he smiles and presses a kiss on the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m glad.”

instinctively, you lean into his embrace and softly sigh. “thank you for everything tonight… the talk and mind-blowing sex but really the talk, i really needed that. the hormones can be a bitch sometimes.”

miguel softly chuckles at that. “i understand and of course, bebita. i’ll always worship you and love you no matter what.” he raises a hand and gently turns your chin so you can meet his eyes, brown pools of adoration. “té quiero tanto, mi reina. siempre.”

his sincere words of adoration melts your heart. faint tears begin prickling in your eyes but you blink them away. “té quiero, miguel.” cupping his cheek, your lips collide in a soft, passionate kiss.

after a moment of basking in each other’s presence in silence, miguel begins washing you. a happy sigh escapes your lips as his fingers gently scratch your scale covered in shampoo. after rinsing your hair with the nozzle, miguel grabs the loofah with soap and begins lathering your body ever so gently. his eyes admire every inch of your body. from every detail of your angelic face, eyes, lashes, lips, other facial features. to your chest, swollen belly, hips, thighs, legs. everything about you is perfect.

his perfect little angel.

his loving stare makes you look away shyly, feel heat rising in your cheeks and heart beating rapidly in your chest like a drum. even though he has seen your body before, he still makes you shy.

miguel noticed, softly chuckling. “¿qué?”

“don’t look at me like at.”

“i can’t admire the woman i love?” a smirk on his lips.

you roll your eyes, shyly smiling. “estas loco.”

“para ti, sí.”

oh my god- this man. he’s just so… ugh!

once he washed your body and rinsed you off, you do the same with him, despite his many objections. after treating you with adoration and pleasure, it’s only fair to wash him. besides, you love washing his hair, feeling those soft brown curls through your fingers and gently scratching his scale with your nails just the way he likes it. you also love peppering kisses over his face while washing his hair, you get to see that pretty smile of his, a sight you love.

once you washed him and he rinsed off the remaining soap in the tub, you two finally get out. miguel steps out first to grab your towel and gently drys you off before wrapping it around you and help you step out of the tub. with a towel wrapped around his hips, very low by the way, miguel helps you slip into fresh panties and a different nightgown. he then applies lotion on your skin. calloused hands rubbing amongst your skin, lips pressing soft kisses on each area he applied lotion on, whispering endless praises of love. just the way you like it.

while drying out your hair with your towel, miguel dresses himself in a red flannel sweats and applies lotion on himself as well. your eyes can’t stop lingering on his body and the flexing of his muscles as he maneuvers around. wet streaks of hair sticked to his forehead, the sliver dog tags adorned around his neck shimmering in the light.

he’s so pretty, dreamlike.

after miguel brushed your hair and you both brushed your teeth, he carries you back to bed. oh he’s so giving you princess treatment right now but you love it. plus, you know he loves carrying you to have you in his arms and to show off his strength. even though you’re lighter than a feather (no matter what, the man is a tank and can carry anyone any size).

once rested comfort in the sheets, you snuggle up in miguel’s arms that are wrapped around you protectively. his broad chest against your back, his hands caressing your swollen tummy. that triggers another faint kick from the baby.

“she says goodnight.” you smile.

leaning towards your belly, miguel plants a soft kiss on top. “buenas noches, mi princesa.” he whispers sweetly then lays back down and embraces you, kissing your temple. “buenas noches, mi reina.”

“buenas noches, bebito.”

after a beautiful evening, you and miguel sleep peacefully in each other’s arms. his hand on your belly never left throughout the night.

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[shoomlah]

I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed You fascinate me so

You Fascinate Me So, Blossom Dearie

[assigned-boyking-at-birth]

[cyjhhyj]

THIS LOOKS SO INTERESTING.

SMOKE SCREENS & CIGARETTES — lee heeseung (m)

How does it feel to be the you that has abandoned the façade of living up to the expectations of others, venturing into the uncharted territories of your inner truth, and exploring the new horizons of what it means to be truly and completely you?

IN WHICH; a popular girl uncovers the smart goody-two-shoes is in fact living a double life.

word count: 50.4k 💀

pairing: collegestudent!heeseung x collegestudent!fem!reader

featuring: enhypen, yunjin sakura and chaewon from lesserafim etc.

genre: college au, ANGST, family drama, corporate drama, young adult, friends to lovers, slice of life

warnings: this story contains usage of strong language, references to addictive behaviours (drinking/smoking), depiction of emotional and physical abuse, FAMILY DRAMA, and slight sexual content (no detailed smut). reader discretion is advised. minors please do not interact.

disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. If any context is similar to any other stories, it's either inspired (in which credit will be given) or just a coincidence. the characters' personalities, words, actions and thoughts do not represent them in real life. any resemblance to any real life events or person, present or past, are purely coincidental. i apologise in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

this is really important: while reading there will be images. do NOT click into them and scroll in the possibility that you scroll too far and spoil yourself. if possible and capable, i suggest really finding the time to sit down and read it all in one setting. i know the word count is pretty horrendous but trust. also it's gonna take you forever to find where you stopped LOL. i didn't intend for it but this gives a little kindred vibes in terms of circumstances. i guess i have issues 🤷‍♀️

tags: #tfwy smokescreens&cigarettes #tfwy au

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part one | part two

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[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[jaydenism]

I would love to see what your hypothetical Kanade crash out would look like ngl (you don't need to draw for this if you don't want to a text explanation would still be awesome)

ok soooo this isn't exactly the crashout but rather building up to it i guess :P

the rest of this post is gonna be rambling and predictions ⬇️

alright this ask enabled me, im gonna just dump all my thoughts as of now on what's to come for kanade's story :) i could end up being completely wrong, but hey im just theorizing and having fun here while i wait very impatiently lol

To start, I don't think kana5 will be on the scale of mizu5 (i mean i might be biased but idk if anything will come close to that level of insanity again), mainly because there hasn't been as much build-up to a breaking point. Kanade's issues have been pushed aside (by herself especially) and not heavily focused on up to this point in the story. There hasn't been any increasing tension for things to reach a climax yet. Having her big break be in this next event would be too sudden and sort of unprecedented. For this event at least, I highly doubt that'll be the case. Instead, I think this event will start to touch on Kanade's buried issues more, and begin building that tension for something bigger. I can see this being a multiple event arc, similar to the events leading up to the climax of Mafuyu's story. Summarizing that, yes I think Kanade's got some real tough shit ahead of her, but that's why this won't be a one-off event story. I think it'll just be the beginning.

That being said, to touch more on my predictions for kana5 itself, I think Kanade will start to slip, and the others, Mafuyu especially, will take notice. I can't really predict anything specific, but I think something will happen that will make her question her ability to save people, or cause her to be harder on herself, as she has in the past, to keep composing persistently, neglecting her own needs and health. However, things are different now than they were before niigo. She has more people around her that will be able to see the damage she's doing to herself. But she also knows they all look up to her, and that her music lifts them up. She knows they all have a lot they're dealing with, and she needs to be there for them. She can't let them down.

Then, when Kanade pushes herself past her limits at the cost of her well-being, what will she do then? She meets with the others on nightcord every night, and Mafuyu is living at her place. She won't be able to rot away by herself anymore without people noticing. But she still feels this need to be the group's rock and to be the one to save everyone, so she'll try her damn hardest to prevent the others from worrying about her. She'll shoot down their attempts at trying to talk about it. I think she might be especially stubborn this time around, and it might cause niigo to have to figure out a way to help Kanade, since they won't be able to get through to her at first.

Kanade has shown in the past to get uncharacteristically aggressive when she's pushing herself too hard, as shown above. She starts to take on everything herself, and snaps at anyone who tries to stop her. I think this side of her will be shown more going forward, as she begins to go down this kind of self-destructive path yet again. At least, that's where I think her story will go. Her tendency to work herself to the bone hasn't really been resolved, and she's gone so far with it before to end up in the hospital after passing out. She doesn't care what happens to her, as long as she can save people. The only reason she has ((slightly)) gotten better at taking care of herself is so that she can be able to keep composing without ending up in the hospital again. Not because she cares about her health. Because she must keep composing. She still only does the bare minimum for herself. If it's her cooking, she's only having instant ramen, and most days she's probably not going to see the sun. She still doesn't sleep much, and Mafuyu has said that she's often falling asleep at her computer.

This might be getting a little rambley atp, but my point is that Kanade neglects her own needs in her determination to save others. I mentioned how she neglects her physical health in the last paragraph, but she also neglects her own feelings as well.

She minimizes her own problems or just doesn't even talk about them. I think she truly believes that her problems don't matter, that they only distract her from her goals. The reason she doesn't open up is likely because she herself doesn't believe her feelings are important at all. She doesn't pay them any mind, and she doesn't want anyone else to either.

Of course, I have to bring this card up. I think this is just a perfect visual representation of Kanade's feelings, and it's great foreshadowing for what's to come. Those feelings are buried deep within Kanade, yet to be addressed or solved. THIS is what we're getting into. Kanade, depicted as an angel, surrounded by death. I think this is related to her guilt surrounding what happened to her father, believing it was her fault. That she destroyed everything. But because of that incident, she told herself she has to keep composing, and never stop, in order to save people. She feels like she owes that much, and that that's her sole purpose. She won't allow herself to think otherwise. No matter how much it destroys her, she must be a savior for others.

Last thing I wanted to add, because I saw this reblog under a prev kanade analysis post, and they brought up great points. Especially how dangerous Kanade's composing grind can get. We wouldn't even have a story if Honami hadn't found Kanade unconscious!!! I think she might get to a really low point again like this, but having Mafuyu there especially, it won't be able to go unnoticed. I don't have much else to add to those tags though cus they speak for themselves 🙏

Finally, just real quickly going back to the little comic I drew, this is just a rough idea of how I think Kanade could act. She'll get noticeably worse, but will try to hide that fact from the others and deny any help from them. I also mentioned that I think we could see more aggression from her again, so I included that, as she feels threatened in a way by Mafuyu worrying about her. She can't let that happen. Also, Kanade's impending doom aside, I think this progression in the story may also spark some change in Mafuyu. She might show some more emotion in this or future events, and she may realize how much Kanade means to her, motivating her to do more for her. I think it'll be a full group effort to save Kanade, but I wanna see Mafuyu taking a bigger role in this. I just think this also has the potential to grow Mafuyu's character more.

Also, as for the Kanade crashout, I really don't know how they'll handle that. I can't really predict what they're gonna do with her climax. But I want her screaming yelling and crying !!! like she better go insaneeee 🙏 and I also feel like they have a lot of potential with her seiyuu/VA and stepping out of the soft quiet voice to do some crazy shit, maybe in the songs too pls pls pls give us loud kanadeeee

OKAY THATS ENOUGH YAPPING its 5 am i havent slept....

[missingthemantaray]

WOOP WOOP!!!!

The FINAL 'Rules For (fake) Dating an Italian' chapter has officially been posted.

This one goes out to all the people who posted that they wanted to read the fic but were too afraid I wouldn't finish it.

Read the thrilling conclusion right here:

[aquanutart]

THEY'RE BACK!!!! my childhood manga!!!

[kitamars]

doodles as i relive my spideyman phase from eighth grade

[lschmidtartblog]

After school part-time cafe job

[oh-gh0st]

i heart these rivals so much. maybe they'll kill each other. maybe they'll kiss. maybe they'll make ou

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: in which he realizes you were the one for him

warnings: none i think !

wc: 1100

Hoshina wasn't a player. He wasn't one to say yes to everyone who came his way nor was he one to lightly pursue just about anyone who slightly interested him— not to mention he didn’t fall easily to begin with. He was a busy man in a dangerous line of work so having a relationship simply didn’t make sense most of the time.

However, this is not to say he hasn’t had a few relationships here and there. He loved those he dated, he really did. He did not believe in dating for the fun of it nor did he believe in starting a relationship he knew would end at some point, but subconsciously he tried not to get attached. He kept his distance and locked away his heart to keep from getting hurt. Was it unfair? Well yes, but he was scared. Everyone has something that terrifies them greatly, this just so happened to be Hoshina’s.

Yet, recently he could tell that something was different with you. It had only been a few months since you started dating, but he feared the shift in his feelings. He knew what it was— he knew very well, but as soon as he admitted it, it would be over. There’d be no going back for him. He knew he was being rather irrational, he knew that if he sat down and confronted these emotions he’d realize they weren’t that big of a deal, but he couldn’t. He’s never been able to.

However, while fighting this kaiju, it became plain obvious that he was simply in denial. 

It upset him how important you were to him, but more than that it upset him that he knew he was important to you. You had made it so painfully clear that he meant the absolute world to you and that broke him to pieces every single time.

To him it was easy being alone— he just had to make sure his job was complete before he died. If he could ensure everyone’s safety or at least help Mina out, there was nothing more he wished for. Yet while fighting Kaiju no. 10 today, when he saw his life flash before his eyes, his immediate thought was of you. If he died you’d cry. And that alone was going to get him home alive.

He’d rather die than make you cry. Especially not alone.

As he stood up again, he could see his blood dripping from his wounds and immediately it made him chuckle. You’d cry anyways when you see the state he’s in. 

I’ll have to be around to wipe your tears at least, he said to you in his head.

He was incredibly lucky that you didn’t work on the battlefield, his heart simply would not be able to take it. But he did, and for you he’d have to get home safe. Even if no one else cared that much, not even himself, he knew you would.

All of a sudden, it was easy to admit. He was hopelessly in love with you, in a way he didn't know he was capable of. He wished that he would spend the rest of his life with you and he hoped you would spend the rest of yours with him. Perhaps he was just afraid and a little flustered to admit that he was important to someone, especially someone special to him too. He had seen how painful it was for those left behind, a little too often. 

But there was an easy solution to that, he’d just get back to you safe every time. He just won’t make you worry and he’ll be there for you. This was supposed to be a dilemma, something he thought he'd stress over, but in the moment he felt eerily relaxed, definitely not like he was fighting an identified grade kaiju. The rest of the fight was a blur, he couldn't remember much. His head was clear but the fatigue had taken over at that point, but before he knew it, the kaiju laid in front of him still.

He was faintly conscious as they rushed him into an ambulance and patched him up. Once he was properly treated and awake, they had warned him to stay put and take it easy, but all he wanted to do was see you.

As soon as he left his assigned room, he immediately bumped into you. You had been waiting to be let in to see him. You took one look at the way he was patched up and tears welled into your eyes. He could tell you didn't mean to, you didn't want to worry him.

“Please don't cry,” he said softly, wiping your tears away. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you. “I'm perfectly fine.”

“I'm not crying,” you said with a scowl on your face, but the way your voice cracked was not very convincing. “I'm so glad you're back.”

“Can't live without me?” he teased. He knew you couldn't live without him, but he couldn't either. Yet, now he even hated the thought of you living without him, let alone with someone else, so here he was. And here he always will be.

“Shut up,” you said. “You know I can't.”

He knew, but hearing you say that still made his heart flutter. He reached out with his right hand to grab your left and held it carefully. He leaned in to kiss you, but it was so much sloppier than the careful ones he usually gave you. Forgive him, he was terribly exhausted.

“I can't either,” he said, snuggling his face into your shoulder.

“You can't?” you asked, a little surprised. It broke his heart that he had possibly made you feel such way.

“Not for a second,” he said, still avoiding eye contact. “I'd rather die than wake up without you next to me, actually.”

You wouldn’t reply, so he brought his head back up to look at you.

“Oh, don't cry,” he said and chuckled a little, wiping your tears away as he kissed you again. “I didn't mean to make you cry.”

He hadn't let go of your hand and although he was gentle, he held it firmly. He didn't say anything, but he vowed to himself that he'd put a ring on it someday. He wasn't letting go of you ever.

You were the one for him.

[cobaltfluff]

competitive aquarium date

bonus: the night before