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[princema-k]

pride month :)

[hoghvnter]

welcome back my melody and kuromi pfp

[unformula1]

So… corny (LN4 x male!reader)

lando likes you w/c: 612 a/n: happy pride month ! (masterlist)

“Happy pride month!” Lando says as you walk into the room.

You raise an eyebrow and stare at him, confused.

“Okay, rude.” He scoffs and kicks his feet up onto the table, glaring at you.

“Thank… you?” You say, still a little unsure.

“That’s more like it!” He claps and goes back to scrolling his phone.

“I’m not…” You hesitate, not sure how to phrase this, “How did you know?”

“It’s really not that hard!” Lando shrugs, “You radiate that energy.”

“How… what?” You look at Lando, confused.

“You’re clueless!” Lando sighs, exasperated, “My gaydar is never wrong.” He smirks confidently.

“Doesn’t explain much.” You shake your head.

“The accounts you follow on basically all your socials! Your posts from 2018 onward, it’s basically an open book!” Lando says.

“So you stalked me?” 

“What!? No-” Lando’s legs drop off the table, “No, wait- well when you phrase it like that.”

You nod as Lando facepalms.

“I appreciate it.” You say as you take a seat next to Lando and pat him on the shoulder.

“It’s not like it was unprompted, it’s because-” Lando trips over his own words, “Someone asked me and I thought I’d go find out!”

You nod but slightly slower, giving Lando an awkward smile.

“Yea… okay.” You pat his shoulder slightly harder.

“You’re not like… insulted… or anything, right?” Lando asks.

“No! Not at all.” You say.

“Well, I also found a couple of gems!” He says as he holds up his phone with a screenshot of your old post.

“Oh-” You gasp, “Oh hell no!”

Lando laughs at your reaction and swipes, showing you another.

A message drops from Lando’s phone. 

you should just ask him

And another.

he might say yes

You shrug them off quickly as Lando swipes again.

“How many did you take!?” 

“Like… thirty!” He smiles proudly.

“I’m gonna beat you up.” You say.

“Hey!” Lando leans back, “You aren’t flattered?”

“What?” 

“Nothing. Pretend I never said that.” He quickly stashes away his phone.

“Well, of course I’m flattered!” You chuckle, “It’s been a while since someone has given me this much attention/”

“Oh?” He says, “Really!?” He says, but more excitedly.

“Yea, I mean-” You speak with your hands a lot more, hoping to bring across a point.

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to! Just know I’m flattered.” You say and Lando smiles really wide.

You sigh.

“Usually guys get to this point and say ‘just know i’m not like into you or anything’” You say, horribly mimicking a deep voice.

“Oh well I won’t say that!” Lando says.

“Because you’re into me?” You provoke.

“What- No, wait, I mean, yes?” He chokes on his words, “Probably, I don’t know- maybe? I’m confused.”

“You just said 5 different answers in 2 seconds.” You chuckle.

He buries his face.

“I don’t know.” 

You feel bad for that now. You take a deep breath.

“I didn’t know either. You’ll figure it out, eventually.” You assure him while patting his back, “Take your time.”

“You don’t…” Lando hesitates, “It’s not going to be weird right?”

“No, never.” You say, “After all, I would know all about it!”

“Right, yea.” Lando looks at you, “It’s just been a tad bit confusing lately.”

“First off, don’t say ‘tad’, it sounds silly.” You joke, “Secondly, it’s going to be confusing, just give it all a minute to make sense.”

“You’re pretty.”

“I know-” You smirk, “Thank you.”

“Is it mutual?”

“Very much.”

“Oh.”

“Cool.”

That was… a lot more casual than expected. You and Lando lock eyes for a second and you smile which fills Lando with warmth as he smiles back.

God this is absolutely corny.

[katsutora]

— DIAL

ft. isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin ; nagi seishiro ; bachira meguru ; itoshi sae

summary: call routine with them

note: i’ve seen some shit bro. being on this hell-site changes you fr. tag system is an absolute bullshit too. i can’t link jackshit. wow too many “shit” mentioned. shit.

⚘ ISAGI YOICHI

ㅤㅤcalls you at a sensible hour if you haven’t agreed on a specific time. he knows your schedule by heart so don’t worry because he won’t bother you in the middle of work, etc. if you do have a call schedule, then he’ll make sure to call at exactly that time. can be very punctual about this and will start seeing everyone as bowling pins once he realizes he’s gonna be a minute late. they don’t call him a STRIKEr for nothing. will listen and rant equally! he always has interesting stories; wbk being in a call with isagi is never boring. also expect his teammates popping up in the background because of course they want to bonk him in the head after running them over know the person who can temporarily turn him into chigiri. ah yes, the furious yelling ambient noise, a classic. “isagi yoichi istg—” “get your ass back in here wtf was that about?!” “you have a competition, princess.” “EVERYONE STFU!!!” never fails to make you giggle. bonus: screenshots you laughing because he adores you sm <3

⚘ ITOSHI RIN

ㅤㅤhe has a routine and you’re in it: three times a day; square meal style. his early calls are short and mostly consist of “good morning”, “have you had breakfast yet”, and “take care”; (borrowing his word) lukewarm shit like that. i love you. even though he usually prefaces his afternoon/evening calls with “i pressed it on accident” (back to back for months straight? yea sure), it’s clearly an excuse because he just wants to hear your voice but his pride isn’t letting him. i love you. it has also recently been brought up to his attention that he can’t seem to sleep peacefully without hearing your voice first. so tell him something, anything, or don’t. he’ll settle with just the comfortable silence after a “hello”. it’s also the only time of the day he’ll say it loud and clear: “i love you”.

⚘ NAGI SEISHIRO

ㅤㅤwhat’s a timezone? it can be in the middle of the day after practice or he can randomly hit you up at 2am after losing yet another round of game. acts out of impulse: when he misses you that’s when he calls you. it’s mostly video calls too! props up his phone so you can see choki his beloved but gets so pouty when you open up the conversation with “how’s choki?” before he can even show you the cactus lmao. “y’re supposed to be asking about me ( ´•︵•` )” he loooves long calls too (re: letting you watch him play without him saying a word whatsoever and no he did not lose track of time + the game after dedicating his next win to you?). is absolutely against ending it unless you really need to go. rip your phone battery.

⚘ BACHIRA MEGURU

ㅤㅤyou’re like an emergency call button but for whenever there’s something crazy going on. his living diary. a breathing, talking, and confused log entry. that being said, he contacts you at least once a day without a fail. well, that’s actually an understatement because he keeps calling then hanging up after telling you one (1) sentence?? “chigiri just ran me over; ok bye!” “my mom painted something inspired by you; later!” “rin-chan just said we’re all lukewarm, boo— ow, ouch!” gotta rely on his teammates to inform you about his well-being because calling him back is no use. “meguru?” “[unintelligible] [intense fighting ensues]” it’s fine, he makes up for it by showing up at your door later in the day. you think it’ll be funny if you close the door as soon as he finishes a sentence? “hi!!” [door closing] “h-wha- you won’t believe what happened today—” [door closing #2] “?? ok so it wasn’t chigiri who ran me over but isag—” imagine doing this after every sentence to teach him a lesson lmfao.

⚘ ITOSHI SAE

ㅤㅤhonestly? in the middle of a fucking interview because man is so unhinged i tell you. “so sae, are you ready for the next match?” ugh, this is so boring. “wait let me ask my s/o.” ??? this is broadcasted live, btw. you think just because he has a tight schedule and it’s nearly impossible to have a free time he won’t call you? he’ll find a way, he always does. likes to call you at the end of the day too and will never lose to the “who can stay awake the longest” game. is more of a listener than a talker, so go ahead and talk his ears off. he doesn’t mind if it’s you + he loves being the last one to end the call, making sure you get some rest (ps: he’s counting on you to wake him up the next day). you’ll receive a call from his manager in the morning saying that he won’t answer his phone and that they’re gonna be late for the next event. “goddamnit sae, not again.”

© 2023 katsutora ; do not repost and/or translate and/or claim my works

[tanihanya]

RATING PRIDE FLAGS: DAY 1 2??

Soo... Of Course I set out something to do over pride month and then miss the LITERAL FIRST DAY Buttt... I'm gonna start it now !! at 12am!! wooo DAY 1 (or 2): THE PROGRESS FLAG

BOTH VARIANTS!

1. BOTH FLAGS

Okay--- So, Based on looks alone, these two flags have always historically been my favourites. I guess it's a really simple yet complex design as a whole? It's everything amazing about the Pride Flag: It has way too many colours, and is way too hard to draw to be a good flag design,,, BUT STILL WORKS??

Because of this, The Progress Flags work soo well with what they represent. They do break the rules of flag design, but the fact that they still mean so much and still work so well aesthetically, as flags? beautiful--- 100%, 10/10, Amazing.

2. The Differences

Okay... So, The only thing that seperates them is the representation of Intersex people on the second flag. In the past, I have normally disliked that aesthetically- as I believed it pushed the flag from 'overcomplicated in a good way' to 'overcomplicated in an impossible way'--- However, I've really gotta say, My opinion has changed. While I do love the extra space my identity- the trans colours, get on the Progress Flag... Intersex Representation adds so much to this flag, and I don't know, the extra number of arrows look rad as hell?? OVERALL, Newer Progress Flag just over-all wins for me. (I mean, as a flag, including the meaning, it was always better due to the representation anyways--) Buttt yea !! That's all for today !! That's today's lil Pride Flag Rant over !! hehe

[asratery]

Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader Pt. 3

Miguel gets his face f_cked just like you promised(?) him. Also you're not being a very good partner atm :( but y'all will prevail 😇

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

cw: dildo :D, attempted edging, masturbation, self-consciousness, slight angst, slight communication issues, sexual frustration, oral sex (receiving), crying. miguel is a crybaby, dirty talk, hair pulling, mmm eye contact, pet names, rimjob, implied anal sex

Heyy 😀 so yea i mentioned at the end of pt. 2 that i wanted to write miguel giving head so here we are

(word count: 4.6K+)

Miguel had found it to be particularly frustrating that you preferred emotional intimacy over physical. You completely bamboozled him, making him believe that you were some secretly sexual being after your first night together, but your lack of initiation in anything past kissing afterwards had disproved this. Don't get him wrong, he loved that you always had an open ear to listen to him vent or give him advice, whether it be through an earpiece while you were traveling through some random Earth or while you sat in his office, filling out paperwork for a recent mission. But the man had needs, and he so badly wanted you to put your hands on him as of lately.

He found himself pulling up audios of you from your missions, fucking himself on fingers that couldn't compare to the thickness of yours, desperately rutting into his pillows while you stayed in your own dimension, dealing with business in the day and villains in the night.

"Fuck." Miguel groaned out, his legs bent to his chest and spread wide as he slid two digits along his walls. He couldn't reach that bundle of nerves that your cock so perfectly rocked against when you fucked him. Fuck, how long has it been? Two months? Three? You both had mutually decided not to initiate sex or anything physically strenuous again until you had fully recovered. Which was six weeks ago. What the hell were you holding off on? There's no way there were so many villains you had to take care of in your world that you couldn't come spend a night with your boyfriend.

Miguel wanted to cry. He'd spent the past hour trying to edge himself, but he couldn't even bring himself close, his fingers weren't enough to satisfy the heat in his core that was begging for you. Miguel's eyes darted over to his nightstand. He still had a couple toys left in his the bottom drawer. He bought them only three weeks after you joined the Society, unable to hold back his own fantasies at the time. He would spend nights pretending it was you as he'd pump the lacking imitation inside him, and to think that he got that reality only months ago with an even bigger 'toy' gave him a sense of pride.

He slid the drawer open, dipping his hand down to grab a very familiar friend. The toy was six inches in length and four in girth, incomparable to your hard ten inches, but it was going to have to suffice for tonight. Miguel felt embarrassed at the sight of it, sneaking it out of the drawer even in the privacy of his room. He always felt unexplainably shy about these things, not afraid to let you stare at him as he preps himself, but to fuck himself with a toy in seclusion? How humiliating.

Miguel pressed the tip of the dildo to his prepped hole, the damned thing fluttering at the feeling. He wanted you so badly. He didn't think he could even put it into words. The toy slid in easily, giving Miguel a feeling of fullness, but only a fraction compared to you. The tip just barely brushed against his prostate, causing his thighs to tremble at the feeling. It felt like the toy was fucking taunting him, just skirting over the neediest part of him, reminding him of the lacking presence of you in his bed. Inside him. If Miguel knew you were going to have the libido of a monk, he would've tied you up in his home the day you were released from the infirmary. But he didn't. And now he was laying in his bed, rocking an inadequate replacement into his hole, on the verge of tears as his shaky hand stroked his weeping cock.

Fuck, was it him? Was he acting like a horny teen or was he just not enough for you? The thought sprung tears into his eyes, the self-consciousness he had once abandoned returning even heavier in his chest. Miguel was already nervous about the age gap between you two, being seven years older, but the thought of you in your own world, surrounded by beautiful men and women during your work days, using your charm to secure deals for your own business, had warm tears spilling down the sides of his face. He bit his bottom lip, willing himself to not let out a sob as he kept moving the toy inside him, his other arm wrapped under his knees, keeping his thighs pressed to his chest.

Miguel was a pathetic sight at the moment. If you could see him like this, it would've broken your heart. But you weren't there. You were at some elaborate dinner, speaking with political figures from around your world, flashing toothy grins and shaking hands, oblivious to your own neglectful behavior. The night was long, and Miguel spent it weeping.

Most people in the Spider Society were aware that there was something romantic between you two, whether it be the bashful look on Miguel's face when you walked into a room, the way you'd wrap one of your Herculean arms around his waist and pull him into a tight hug before hopping through a portal for your next mission, or the way Miguel would just blatantly eyefuck you when you'd speak even just a few words during meetings. Some were surprised, some weren't. The only real surprise though was just how much more relaxed Miguel became after you’d joined the Society, trusting your intellect enough to make plans of action as well as challenge his own decisions with your ideas. Even with your silent nature, just your presence alone seemed to make Miguel’s life a lot less tense.

So when Miguel walked into HQ looking worryingly exhausted the following morning, most of the spider people spared a second glance at their boss as he made his way to his office. He couldn't cum last night. Not even once. He had to stand on shaky legs, moving to the bathroom for a cold shower as he admitted defeat. And then he cried into his pillows. Maybe he was right in his worries a few months ago. Maybe this was just a quick fuck on your end and maybe the sweet words you whispered into his ear that night were to keep him hooked on you. He sat in the office chair in front his desk as Lyla booted up the system. She didn't mention anything, simply giving Miguel a worried look as he rubbed his hands over his tired face. She knew it was about you, but she also knew not to mention it.

The door to the office creaked open as Jessica made her way in, quickly swinging up to the platform before approaching him. "You look tired." She said in a low tone, placing a coffee on Miguel's desk as she sipped at her own. "Didn't sleep well last night?" Miguel gave her a slight glare that confirmed her suspicions before turning his gaze back to his monitors. "Was busy with work." He mumbled back, clicking away on a keyboard. Jessica gave a confused glance at Lyla, who returned the gesture. She dropped down to the lower platform, approaching the briefing table as she flipped through pages and pages of documents you had filled over the past few weeks for anomalies you successfully hunted down. "Huh, y/n forgot to fill out the papers for the anomaly on Earth-XX." Jessica murmured. "I'll call him in." Miguel's half-lidded eyes widened at her words, quickly turning in his chair to rush to the edge of his platform.

Before he could even get a word out, Jessica had already sent an alert out to your wristwatch. Miguel groaned, muttering something in Spanish before nearly shouting at her. "You didn't need to call him in, he—I could've just filled it out myself." "Yes, but you wouldn't have all the details y/n has. You know how descriptive he is in his summaries." She replied, crossing her arms. She didn't understand why Miguel was being so anal about the topic. "Just... Just go, I'll explain it to him when he gets here." Miguel muttered, placing his head in his hands before receding to sit back in his chair. Jessica raised an eyebrow at Lyla, who shrugged in response, before giving him a curt farewell and leaving his office.

You didn't come. You were busy in your world, and the alert Jessica sent told you it wasn't anything immediate. Miguel could feel his heart fluttering at the idea of you visiting HQ after so long, but as the hours passed, that excitement was slowly chipping away before he was eventually left with the same feelings of disappointment he felt the previous night.

You had finally found the time to visit HQ well into the night, being able to slip away from the banquet hall before forming a portal with your wristwatch, taking a step through and finding yourself in your boyfriend's office. Miguel was already sat at the briefing table, the surface scattered with your papers as he analyzed your handwriting. You approached him, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder before leaning down, pressing a kiss to the side of the silent man's forehead.

You placed a short stack of papers on the table, your hand still resting on his shoulder. "I already filled the papers out, took a copy of them home with me a while back but forgot to bring them back in." You murmured, a soft look in your sharp eyes as you looked down at Miguel, whose eyes were now focused on his intertwined hands in his lap. Just when you were about to speak again, Miguel beat you to it. "We need to talk." He said in a low tone. You pulled a chair next to him, moving to sit down as he stood from his own chair. You grabbed his hips, forcing him to face you as you looked up at him, not letting him move from his standing position between your legs. "Talk to me, cariño." You murmured, hoping to comfort him with your words. It did the opposite, tears welling in Miguel's older eyes, a flash of despair in his expression that had you shocked.

You quickly stood from your chair, sliding your hands up to wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against you. You felt confused as you felt his gloved hands weakly press against your chest, trying to create distance between you two. You gave him only a few inches of space, though you kept your arms tightly wound around him. “Oh, baby.” Your voice was soft at the sight of a few stray tears trickling down his pretty face as his hands stayed pressed against your chest. It would've been comforting if he wasn't still pushing against you. "Miguel." You said firmly, your tone prompting him to stop resisting, instead resting his hands in their position as he leaned his head forward, his forehead pressed against the top of your suit vest.

Miguel was trying so hard to stay angry with you, but you looked so damned good in your full black suit. How dare you come to his office dressed to the nines after depriving him of sex for so long? Your hand came up to hold the back of his hair, your chin resting on the top of his head. "Was this a mistake?" Miguel asked in a whisper, his eyes screwed shut when you grabbed his shoulders, pulling away to look down at him in shock. He was immediately filled with regret when he opened his eyes again to be met with the hurt in your gaze. "Where is this coming from?" You asked in a low tone as you looked down at him, taking notice of the extended fangs peeking out of his mouth. A sign of frustration. Frustration from what exactly?

"Are you serious?" Miguel responded with a hint of anger. "Yes?" You were quick with your response, trying to get to the bottom of Miguel's attitude as you wiped at his tears. Miguel pouted slightly as he pushed out of your hold, turning away from you as he used the back of his hand to wipe at the rest of his tears. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's up, Miguel." Miguel spun around, looking up at you in irritation, his clawed hands balling into fists at his sides. The average person would cower under his gaze, but you took a step towards him, knowing that the man wouldn't hurt you. At least not in a way you wouldn't enjoy. Miguel took a step back in response, prompting you to grit your teeth in irritation. "Don't play this game, mami." You spoke in a low, almost predatory tone. "You know I love a chase."

A wave of arousal traveled up Miguel's spine, the combination of your threatening words and the fitted black suit adorning your strong physique causing a tingling feeling in his pants. No. Now wasn't the time to get all horny and shit. He was mad at you, and he was staying mad at you. "I shouldn't have to tell you the obvious." "Clearly it's not obvious if I'm sitting here trying to drag it out of you." You snapped back. "You're frustrated, Miguel, I can see it in your face." Your tone was softer now as you gestured to his sharp talons. Miguel cut his eyes shut as he spoke in a harsh tone. "Just leave, y/n, you already brought what I needed. Just go." Miguel flinched when he opened his eyes, his view blocked by your broad chest as you towered over him.

He couldn’t push away in time, enveloped by the warmth of your burly arms as you pressed him flush against you, tucking his head against your neck. “Get. Off.” “Why’re you always so cold?” Miguel could hear that calmness in your voice, but it only seemed to irritate him more. He leaned his head back, though he couldn’t move his body with your limbs wrapped around him. He glared up at you, but you kept a neutral expression, a softness in your eyes. “You’re always cold. Whether it be your hands, your nose, or your ears.” Miguel was confused. The fuck are you talking about? “You’re just too damn warm.” To be fair, he was right. Your body seemed to emit heat like it was the sun itself. Miguel flinched when you leaned down, brushing the tip of your nose against his colder one.

His bottom lip trembled. You took notice, not wasting a second in his moment of distraction as you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Miguel flinched again, a moment of hesitation before he returned it. But he was rough. Much rougher. His tongue immediately slid into your mouth, fangs nipping at your lips as his clawed hands grasped at your blazer, tearing the fabric. Fuck this suit. And fuck whatever event you had to wear it to, further keeping you from him.

You were still so gentle in your kisses, to the point that it pissed him off. Maybe make up sex was necessary, but you were going to be gentle with him in foreplay at least, take your time breaking him down. You pulled away, staring down at him with star-struck eyes before leaning back in, pressing tender kisses along his face. The corners of his mouth, the skin below his eyes, his high cheekbones, before eventually returning to his lips. Miguel's anger seemed to just melt away under your touch, returning your gentleness in the kisses, his way of apologizing for his previous aggressive behavior.

You pulled away again, looking down at his teary eyes. “You gotta tell me what’s up, sweet thing. I’m not trying to act oblivious.” Your voice was a murmur as your hands rubbed circles into his back. “I need you. I’ve needed you for weeks now.” Miguel muttered, a hint of guilt on his face at the sight of your abused lips from his fangs. “Well, you gotta tell me when you do. I’m not with you only for this.” You patted his butt, chuckling at Miguel’s bashful expression. Miguel loved the little romantic gestures that came out of you after becoming exclusive, something he never thought he'd experience since you'd always been so robotic prior to him making a move.

“What do you need tonight, cariño?” Miguel thought for a moment before looking up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You promised me something that night. I want it.” You were confused for a moment, trying to recall the memory from months back. ‘Can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I’m out of here.’ Oh. “Miguel…” You wanted to be gentle tonight, since you didn’t get much of a chance to with the suddenness of your first time with Miguel. “You promised.” “That technically wasn’t a prom—” “Y/n. I need you. Just give me this one thing and then you can be as gentle as you want.” A moment of silence. “Tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop, yea?”

Miguel's back was pressed flush against the wall as he sat kneeled between your legs, your feet planted next to his thighs as you steadily fucked your cock into his mouth. The room was filled with the muffled gags coming from Miguel's throat as he struggled to fit his lips around your girth, unable to escape your deep thrusts with the back of his head pressed against the wall.

Miguel was such a whiny bitch, thick tears streaming down his cheeks at your pace, barely giving him room to breathe. His clawed hands dug at your thighs, tearing into your dress pants. The pain only added to the experience as you increased your pace, placing your forearm against the wall as you looked down at him. He looked up at you, a pleading look in his teary eyes as fluids leaked down his chin, saliva bubbling around his puffy lips as you slid your cock out of his mouth.

"Open your throat." You growled out before shoving your cock back into the warmth of his mouth. You sunk in even further, the tip of your cock slipping a couple inches down his throat as Miguel's eyes rolled back. He made a muffled noise, sending vibrations up your length as you groaned, your hips jerking forward and sinking even deeper. You held your hips in place for a bit, watching Miguel's eyes get gradually more hazy at the lack of air as his throat constricted around you.

Repeating the motion, you slid your thick cock out a few inches back, watching Miguel inhale desperately through his nose, his abused lips wrapped around you before thrusting your hips forward, burying yourself nearly three quarters of the way. You groaned at the sensation, running a hand through Miguel's hair as he looked up at you in awe. "This what you wanted? Hm?" You said in an undertone, rolling your hips slightly. "Wanted my cock down your throat?" Miguel nodded, or at least he attempted to.

You wiped at his flowing tears, your thumbs brushing against his eyelashes as you cooed to him. "You got me, baby. I told you, I'll give you everything, all of me. You just gotta tell me when you need it." You stroked his hair as you slid your cock out of his mouth, saliva connected between his swollen lips and your leaking cock. Miguel dragged his tongue up the underside of your cock, collecting his saliva and the precum dripping down your length into his mouth before swallowing. "You missed it, mami?" You spoke breathily. "Mhm." Miguel's response was short, wrapping his pretty mouth around the tip of your cock as one of his clawed hands reached up, stroking your shaft.

Your eyes shifted down to his hard cock, straining against the fabric of his suit. How were you so irresponsible? This man had been pining for you for months and when he finally let himself be vulnerable with you, you distanced yourself. Even if it was unintentional, it was unforgivable in your mind and you'd be spending the next few weeks making it up to him. "I'm close, baby." You grunted out, your eyes focused on how Miguel's soft tongue laved over the slit of your cock, his pretty lashes damp with tears from your previous brutality.

Miguel took the hint, sinking his mouth down on you as much as he could. Resting his hands on your thighs, he looked up at you, waiting for you. You reached a hand down, gripping Miguel's brown locks before moving his mouth on your cock. It was mesmerizing just as much as it was filthy. Watching your cock disappear in his mouth, steadily sinking deeper with each thrust as the sounds of Miguel’s muffled gags and choked whimpers bounced off the walls of his office. His mouth slid over every vein, your milky fluid building up around the corners of his reddened lips every time you got to his throat's limit.

“Such a pretty mouth.” You murmured, groaning as you increased your pace, snapping your hips forward to meet the harsh pulling of your hand. Miguel relaxed in your hold, letting your cock sink into his throat with each thrust as he felt you getting closer to your climax. When you did, you held him in place, your cock nestled deep in his warmth as your thick release coated the walls of his throat. You kept yours fingers intertwined behind his neck as he fought to keep his eyes from rolling back, his throat constricting around your length as he attempted to swallow your cum, forcing more out of you. Milking you.

When you finally released your hold, you leaned forward, pressing your forearms to the wall as you breathed heavily. Miguel lapped at your cock, cleaning you off as he looked up at you, adoration in his blown pupils as he tried to steady his breathing.

“You know, I’ve never been to your place.”

When the two of you went back to his apartment, you found his little ‘toy’ while searching for lube in his drawers, forcing him to ashamedly confess to his attempts to edge himself. Miguel was filled with a bit of fear at the wolfish look in your lustful eyes as you practically growled at him. “Show me.” And that’s how Miguel ended up in the exact same humiliating position from the previous, lonelier night, his arm wrapped under the backs of his knees as he kept them pressed to his chest, laid on his back as his other gripped at one of your knees. Tears slid down the sides of Miguel’s face, getting lost in his ruffled hair as three of your thick fingers slid along his sensitive walls. His soft cries filled the room as his greedy hole took your fingers in to the last knuckle.

“I wanna—hic—I want your cock. Please, please, m’ prepped enough.” His cry of your name was choked off by a whimper when he felt your tongue roughly glide up his length, his back arching into the sensation. “You feel this area here?” You curled your finger slightly, pressing against a spot that had Miguel reeling, a shaky moan escaping him at the feeling. “This is that sweet spot you were trying to reach, baby.” You further emphasized it by massaging the pads of your fingers against that beautiful area, causing Miguel’s eyes to roll back as his back arched off the bed, quavering pleas tumbling out of his mouth in his native tongue.

Just when you felt him start to flutter around your fingers, you pulled back, watching his pretty hole clench around nothing as his cock dripped precum onto his abs. Miguel cried out in despair, new tears flowing down his flushed cheeks at the deprivation of his orgasm. A part of you felt guilty for making him cry so hard, but that was quickly brushed aside as you watched a drip of lube leak from his pretty hole. God, you couldn’t wait to bury yourself in that.

You pulled your cock out of your dress pants again, already hard as you stroked it. You were taunting him, Miguel could tell, kneeled in front of him, still in your full suit minus your tattered blazer, lost somewhere on the floor of his bedroom as you stroked yourself. “Please.” Miguel whimpered softly, his eyes trained on your moving hand. You looked so fucking good, having rolled your sleeves up a while back, exposing your thick forearms and the muscle that traveled well up the covered section of your arms.

You removed your hand from your cock, moving back in. Just when Miguel thought you were ready to fuck him, his hopes were quickly extinguished when you pressed the tip of his little toy to his hole. “I want you to show me exactly what you did last night.” You said in a low tone as Miguel looked up at you with his teary eyes, nodding at your command. His hand moved from your knee to the base of the toy, slowly sliding it inside his fluttering hole. You weren’t worried about him cumming from it, confident that it couldn’t compare to the sensations your own girth gave him. You returned to stroking your cock as you watched him pump the toy into himself, your other hand rubbing circles into his hip.

“Look so pretty like this, doll.” You murmured, the tip of your cock dangerously close to his moving hand. Miguel flushed in response, biting his lower lip as his eyes focused on your weeping manhood. His hips were propped up on a pillow, giving you a delicious view, his ass being presented to you on a silver platter. Miguel wiggled his hips around a bit, trying to lure you to just bury that mouthwatering cock inside him. You gave in. Or at least he thought you did. “Take it out.” You growled out in frustration. Miguel quickly slid the toy out, a giddy smile spreading across his face that was quickly cracked by a broken moan spilling past his lips at the feeling of you laving your wet tongue over his hole, feeling it twitch at the rough texture.

“I—mmmngh—y/n—wait, please—” Miguel couldn’t even get a full sentence out as his head fell back against the sheets, both of his arms wrapped under his knees and pressed to his shoulders, giving you full access. You gripped his hips tightly, yanking them higher and giving you a better angle. Miguel let out a squeak when your tongue slid into his hole, your lips pressed against his skin as you fucked your tongue in and out of him. Miguel was hypnotized by your actions, his eyes clouded with lust as soft whimpers spilled past his drooling mouth.

Miguel was on the verge of cumming by the time you slipped your tongue back out and the sight of you sliding your pants midway down your hefty thighs as you knelt between his legs wasn’t helping. Your thighs were fucking beautiful, solid muscles carved into thick flesh that was further accentuated by your prominent v-line. God, could he convince you to ride him one day? Get the blessing of watching those powerful thighs flex and contract as you moved in his lap? Had you ever even bottomed before? If there’s someone out there who got to experience such a luxury, he’d find them and kill them himself.

The horny idiot was on the verge of blurting these questions out, but was quickly distracted by the feeling of your heavy cock pressing against his puffy hole. “Tell Lyla to clear your schedule for tomorrow.”

Fuck, maybe those thoughts could wait another day.

heyyy 😀 it’s been like two weeks since I posted heehee 😁 so sorry, I was busy with work and other personal events. Forgive me 🙏

Feel free to let me know about any typos, this was all done on my phone

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

100 FOLLOWER!??!?!

Through the grapevine, through the phone line.

HOLY SHIT!!!! 100 FOLLOWER!!!!!!!!!!! I was not expecting to hit that in like.. a little over a month, that is genuinely insane. Thank you so much for following my hate filled journey 🎉

This art was for my friend because they’ve converted me into a voxelette enjoyer so this is their fault btw/j

The Analysis on this one won’t be too long because I don’t think many people are as nuts about longform content as I am so lets see how normal I can be

First of all, I wanted to give Velvette her natural hair and have fun with puffs and braids and twists and stuff instead of just straightening it and putting it in ponytails. She actually went through 5 hairstyles before I landed on this one and I’m fully convinced she’s responsible for making this art take 9 hours but its okay because shes cute ^w^ also I have made her into a silicone BJD doll with plastic hands for better posability and a little hole for holding accessories and stuff like how G5 LPS did. The lighter strands of hair are also supposed to look a little bit like yarn because I think I was subconsciously thinking about Lala Loopsies and it led to the button eyes and all that. Her shirt was based off Fluttershy’s colours and that is 1 because they look good and 2 my friend likes fluttershy. The stitches in silicone also might not make sense to some but to that i say. uh go look up a suture pad

Here is her little Colour analysis 🩷

Now for Vox (and technically still Velvette), his colour scheme is mostly purple actually, the blue light turns a lot of it .. well. Blue. So you cant see it much but im not lying I promise. I feel like Vox is very insecure but still being prideful at the same time while Vevlette is more sure of herself, hence the significantly less amount of blue. The only blue accents on her are her beads, eyeshadow and scrunchies and the “sloth” aspect of that is mostly just how little she cares about others opinions which kind if intern turns back to pride. Meanwhile Vox has a lot more blue, not because he doesn’t work hard, but the methods in which he does things. His employees do a LOT of managing and he doesn’t have to do much for marketing because yknow. brainwashing. It also correlates to his personal grudges and grievances getting in the way of his work like how he had a public meltdown over Alastor. His body is blue but his purple suit covers it, ie masking insecurity with self assurance. People wear clothes, Im very smart I know you can hold the applause./j Hes also buffer because where the hell else is all the wiring gonna go

Here is Vox’s colour chart (note the use of bisexual flag colours/j/j)

It’s kind of obvious but their eyes are both yellow in sections because capitalism and all that. Also I thought making Vox’s eye change into the screen recording symbol was clever because yea he is watching everything and also he is technically recording visuals into his brain and processing them so !

I didn’t know where to squeeze this in but theres a very faint tint of green in his screenlight for the envy aspect so do with that what you will. Oh and his buttons are little outlet plugs :3c

[ele-sme]

False alarm

It was Spider first sleepover at the sully's. He was so much excited, but more then him, his three best friends. Neteyam had to beg for months and Lo'ak acted as a good kid for weeks, Kiri taked care of Tuk alone. Only for one sleepover with him.

When the night came they were all shaking from excitement.

Neytiri, was cooking some human friendly food and Jake was careful that any of the non friendly food would have dropped by 'mistake' in the preparation. The kids were playing, Kiri and Spider with Baby Tuk, Lo'ak and Neteyam with a toruk toy, the only thing in common? They were all close, sitting next to eachother.

"Kiri, this is not a way of holding a baby!" Spider telled her, the female kid was holding the little one by the arms and not by under them.

"What do you know about it?" She asked imitating her friend voice.

"Last year, Nash and Mary had a baby and they maked me learn how to hold him, feed him and change him." He said, a pride tone in his voice as the others looked at him, he could do something they couldn't.

Jake did not shared the pride.

"What do you mean bud?" Jake asked Spider meanwhile chopping some vegetables.

"I mean that I'm in charge of the baby when I'm at hell gates" he explained, that pride still there like it was the most cool thing in the word. He was meanwhile rocking Tuk who felled asleep in his arms.

"You Bearley eight you shouldn't be in charge of another kid" Jake tried to explain.

"I'm nine!" The child corrected the other

"Still you shouldn't" The adult replicated.

"It's okay i make them happy by doing this." The other said, Neytiri picked up Tuk from his arms, and as she seated by her self to make the baby eat she watched her mate with a sad face, she understood what they were doing to that poor child, and even if she didn't like him she couldn't deny the crudelty the child was facing.

After there were silence from the adults, the kids otherwise were still playing, now that Tuk wasn't with them they were all playing with only a toruk toy.

When dinner was ready they all seated in a circle and after a pray they started to eat.

"Do you know why a chicken crosses the road?" Jake asked, all the presents looking at him confused.

"What a chicken mr Sully?" Spider asked, making the other kids laughing and Neytiri giggle.

"A chicken is a animal on earth" he tried to explain, but the laugh of his dear ones got the best of him making him laugh too.

They obviously had no idea of what a chicken was.

"How the story ends?" Kiri asked after her laughing.

"It's a joke not a story, and it end with the chicken wanting to go to the other side" jake explained still laughing

"I don't understand" kiri explained.

"It's simple: why does a chicken wants to go across the street? because they wanted to go the other way" Spider explained.

"Ohh now i understand" the girl replicated.

Jake maked a sweet smile at the two of them.

"Spider, you like Kiri very much don't you?" Jake asked the human child.

"Yea she is my platonic soulmate" he telled him, a innocent tone, a innocent voice a child voice.

"What is a platonic soulmate?" Lo'ak asked

"A platonic soulmate is a feeling of deep connection and understanding, without the romance. Consequently, platonic soulmates offer each other a soul connection that goes beyond feelings of friendship but don't go romantic ones" Kiri explained, with her big words that maked Lo'ak confuse.

"For dumb people: it is a connection similar to a connection between mate and mate but they are only friends" Spider tried to explain with simpler words

"I want to be Spider platonic soulmate too" Neteyam said

Kiri grabbed Spider arm and hugged it.

"Nah-ah, he is only mine soulmate!"

The dinner went on, some more chatting, jokes and some songcords singed together.

It was now time to sleep, all the kids close to eachother, meanwhile the parents and baby sleeped to another side of the room.

It was deep night when Spider eared the sound.

He opended his eyes, and a second later Neteyam who was close to him open them too, they stared at eachother for some seconds, watching eachother in they own big eyes. Then Lo'ak ruined everything by getting up too and Kiri followed.

They seated up, ears up for listening, the parents up too, listening too.

The sound came again.

"I'm going to check, you stay here" Jake tolded his mate getting up "Neytiri all the kids" he exclaimed picking up his bow.

With a nod Neytiri gotten close to all the children and gave to Kiri the baby. Kiri gave her to Spider and he rocked her.

"Mom what is it? Why dad is out?" Lo'ak asked, his mother taking him in her arms.

"Oh great mother please don't tell me they came back" she whispered a pray. After she looked at the human child. Maybe thinking if she should have jumped on him or not.

In the end she didn't.

Jake came back some minutes later announcing it was nothing.

A gasp of relief exited Spider mouth.

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

Happy queer pride month! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

hell yea 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[gctchell]

ok. ok.

I love her. She's in Hell and she is in her element. She's still neighborly. That "Yeas? :D" is so cute. Southern hospitality still kicking.

I was expecting her to appear like those in the Cannibal Colony because.. she's a cannibal lol. I was expecting pitch black eyes and pallor skin, that's where I was going to go with it. But. I love her eyes. EYE, SHOULD I SAY? God, I got one more babe who has only one eye, now? Niffty, Vaggie, and now Martha? Oh my god. I was planning to have her with just the one working eye too, though. The deaths of sinners do those callbacks and references to how they died, after all.

The hands. I'm in love with the hands. I love the black claws. I'm sure those babies HURT and are SHARP.

The earrings, not gonna lie, remind me of Ram and Bull, and given my personal headcanon of how Asmodeus is one of the big idols she worships, I am 10000% saying that is a nod to him. Two different earrings. One of her little odes to one of her most favorite of Infernals.

I can't help but wonder - the red skin, the cloven feet, the horns, the teeth (debatable) - is this a death reference to the fact that she was killed by an imp? The horns are even full on black for female, same for the hair. It's not exact, but it feels like a very strong possibility there and that is certainly what I'm claiming. I think she hisses like a rattlesnake now.

The way her eye is bleeding.. I'm sure it does that constantly, there's no end to it, it just bleeds and remains staining her cheek. Definitely can't blink with it, but I am debating that she gets a little red bead appearing in the socket whenever she's prowling about for her prey. She sees only all red in it and life/heat signatures. Debating that, not too sure just yet.

Her outfit.. of course they kept it so people remember who she is, but I think it's just a signature part of her wardrobe now. She fell to Hell in it and it's just what she keeps around. She has other attires, but this is just what she's seen in the most.

I fucking knew she was bisexual. I did not expect the Mayberry and I still?? don't know how to feel about it, because I don't do enemies-to-lovers. I can, however, make an exception for "leaving their husbands and hooking up". I can do that. I think with Mayberry, she would actually be settled down with and not running around like she did with Ralphie because she might actually love this woman? She didn't love him. Man. I gotta chew on that and figure it out. Happy Pride Month LMAO. Domestic wives. Or maybe they're just messing around.

Man. MAN. I did not expect this. I am gleeful.

[420technoblazeit]

Abt the jealousy of Cas, I don't think Cas is jealous of Crowley for who he is . because I do think he thinks he's better than him, but in a relationship yea I can see jealousy and possessiveness I mean he did sear deans skin and carved into his ribcage. If they did get together literally all of body will be marked.

So either it's one month with Crowley then the other month with him

But also I just can see Cas just waiting. Until he becomes the priority. And until then let's dean do his own thing and Cas does his.

i mean i agree that cas isnt jealous of crowley for who he is and you can have your own headcanons. cas is certainly a character who has a lot of pride especially in the earlier seasons but i think a lot of that is gone by the time the later seasons come around. i'd argue even after season 6 he has significantly less pride, though i guess you could argue season 8 cas still has a bit of it. i just dont think that there's canon basis for him being a very jealous person when we've already seen a situation where dean chose crowley over cas (the demon dean summer) and cas didn't seem to hold any grudge with crowley over it

remember that we do see a conversation between sam and cas in 10x01 about dean running away, and while sam seems to think that there's a demon running around in dean's body cas understands that dean himself made the choice to run away. sam seems to think that crowley might have forced dean to leave but cas dismisses that almost immediately and instead brings up whether or not dean's too far gone as a demon. there's a focus here on dean leaving being dean's choice

also here's a scene from 10x03 from when crowley first meets up with cas again and discusses curing dean. if cas, like sam, didn't understand just how much dean meant to crowley he would've left it at that thinking that crowley was just using dean as a guard dog. but he makes sure to point out here that dean might be too far gone because he knows that for crowley to have stuck with dean for that entire summer he must care about what happens to him

even much later in the season cas again asks crowley for help in curing dean, even after sam has tried to kill him, and i think it's because cas is maybe the only person who actually gets it. who understands what it's like to be an immortal being in love with a human as reckless and self-destructive as dean. and to sacrifice so much for him and not ask for anything in return. he knew that even with nothing in return crowley would help in getting rid of the mark because he knows how much it's hurting dean

and about the carved ribcage and handprint thing if we're being honest the whole possessive branding thing is like. entirely fanon. to my knowledge the show never explicitly mentions that as being a possessive thing, the fandom just thought it'd be cute to make it into that. we know that the warding's main function is to hide sam and dean from angels and that the handprint is a byproduct of cas dragging dean out of hell. it is by no means proof that cas is actually possessive of dean or would be upset about him being with someone else

idk i just think pretending that cas and crowley's relationship could ever boil down to just ohhhhh cas is jealous of crowley's thing with dean significantly flattens their relationship and gets rid of the most interesting thing about it, which is that basically the only thing they can ever agree on is loving dean. that's unironically their common ground in a significant number of issues. theyre an angel and a demon to begin with so theyre already about as different as you can get but when you really look at the core of who they are, theyre both beings who are too emotional and human for their own good and you can always see that best in how they interact with dean

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 16

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You woke up the next morning alone in bed. you stretched your whole body out and sighed (well bar that fucking suitcase) and groaned not remembering when the last time you had the bed all to yourself.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Steve and Bucky entered,

When seeing you starfished on the bed,  Bucky laughed “You doing okay over there?”

“Hell yea, forgot what it was like to not share a bed with giants,” you smiled sitting up.

“What's that?” you asked confused looking at the trays.

“It's not even a start, but we wanted to say sorry about yesterday” Steve began.

“And we promise we will talk to Maria and Nick about the briefings, we will make sure it won't happen again," Bucky confirmed.

You smiled at the two men "Oh you both have a lot of making up too” you confirmed “and breakfast is only the start” You raised your hands for the tray.

The next few months felt like a dream you were the sole attention of Bucky and Steve and they made you feel confident and beautiful. and true to their word the only debriefing was between them, Nick, Maria, and sometimes Tony. because as we all know Tony has to be involved in everything. But no one ever gave you a straight answer about Phil and it always made you uncomfortable.

One night you Bucky and Steve were settling in for your weekly movie, You hadn't realised you had fallen asleep  until you were woken up by a deafening noise.

"Get dressed,  Bucky stay with her,” Steve ordered running out of the room.

Once you were dressed Bucky clung to you. “Friday what’s happening, what is that alarm?”

“The alarm Sargent Barnes is only in Miss Y/L/N’s room,  it’s to alert you that Shield and Captain America are in the building.”

Your breath hitched and all you could squeeze out was “He found me” clawing desperately at Bucky.

“Mr. Stark has instructed me to tell you to take the staff lifts out into the garden. Where Mr. Odinson is waiting to take Miss Y/L/N to Asgard, so he can keep her safe.”

“What!” you both shouted.

“Should I repeat the instructions again Sargent Barnes?” Friday asked.

“No” James shouted as he grabbed your arm and ran out the door.

“James,  I don’t understand Asgard, why would I go there?” You asked.

“Cause Walker can’t reach you there Y/N,  it’s the safest place” he shouted back.

“I don’t want to go, James,  I can’t go” you tried to stop him.

He turned to you and grabbing your arms he kissed you. “I know doll,  but I promise you’ll be safe. It only going to be for a little while, until Coulson comes back, I need you to do this, Please for me.”

You nodded,  then both ran to meet Thor. “Are you ready to go Y/N?” Thor said stretching his hand to you.

“No,  but I know it’s for the best” you resigned taking his hand.

“Look after her Thor, ” Bucky commanded.

“I promise Bucky, no harm will come to her,” Thor promised. Thor looked at you and said “I need you to hold on tight to me and don’t let go,”

You nodded your head and taking one more look at James you were surrounded by bright colourful lights and travelling at such speed you thought you were going to throw up.

When you came to a stop you feel on your knees,  dry wrenching.

“Y/N are you okay?” Thor knelt down beside you.

You put your hand up and then just your index finger.

“Fuck, Thor warn a girl next time” you breathed heavily.

As you stood up you gasped at the room in front of you. Then you span in a circle,  taking it all in.  Your eyes landed on the most majestic man you have seen.

“Welcome my lady” he spoke to you nodding his head.

“Y/N this Heimdall” Thor confirmed stretching his arm at the man smiling in pride.

“Nice to meet you,” you stuttered.

“You will be safe here, " Heimdall confirmed.

With that Thor extended his arm “We shall walk from here,  as I fear your Midgardian stomach might relieve itself from its contents if I whisked you to the castle.” Thor laughed.

“Sounds like a swell idea” you smiled nervously.

As you exited the room you couldn’t help but gasp at the sparkly rainbow bridge and the gold gleaming castle in front of you.

“This place has to be the most beautiful place I have ever seen” you exclaimed.

Thor just smiled at you and lead the way.

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