witchyblurr
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Am i the only one who doesn’t like it when people try to enforce their Stardew Valley sexuality headcanons onto other players?
“Alex is gay, you shouldn’t romance him if you play a female farmer” where is this mentioned in game?
“Hayley is for the sapphics and the sapphics only” she’s literally not though…
obsessed with nicholas alexander chavez
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Good morning people! The world unpaused their favorite genocide today.
DO NOT STOP SPEAKING FOR PALESTINE.
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Hi! Hi! Cotton! How are you babe? Sooooo…… Ive had this little fantasy in my head i would like to see you put to words in the way you do (i love your writing <3) Henry Cavill, but plot twist! Hes your college history teacher! You call him sir! And reader has a praise kink, with some orgasm denial, overstim, and size difference (from the kink roulette). I will absolutely adore it if you would write this! if not no worries! ily 🫶🏻
teacher’s pet~
ೃ⁀➷ college professor henry cavill x student afab ! reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 2.2k+
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: hi babe! i am doing meh rn, i think i have strep throat, anywayyyy....i loved your fantasy and i enjoyed putting it into writing, i hope it was what you were looking for. i am loving all the henry cavill requests!!! not proofread
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, teacher- student, dry humping, p in v sex, praise kink, cunnilingus, innocent virgin reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, SIR KINK
ೃ⁀➷ please reblog & leave a comment with your thoughts 🫶🏻
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you had a tiny little crush on your professor. not that you were any different from the rest of the students in his class. professor cavill had every eye on him since the moment he walked into class. everybody wanted to fuck him. no one ever did.
there were rumors he was gay, as he showed no interest in girls, but he also showed no interest in men. so you tried to make do with your unrequited love.
you had a ridiculous schoolgirl crush on him.
every girl would race to sit in the front row, you were happy to stare at him from a distance.
your friends would make lewd jokes about professor henry.
and you would blush and squirm, not really comfortable with the way they talked about him. jealous, possessive.
your thoughts strayed as you walked through the campus, short plaid skirt swaying in the wind.
you slammed into a tall, hard, beefy man, his huge hands went to your waist to keep you from falling.
“careful there sweetheart.” his voice was gruff and familiar.
“yes sir, i’m sorry.” you looked up through your eyelashes at him, his eyes crinkled, never straying from yours, his lips twitched and he pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger, eyes never straying from yours.
he let go and brushed the hair from your face before turning around and sauntering off. his thick legs moving with surprising grace for someone his size.
you stared shell-shocked at his retreating back.
your friends squealed around you.
“he definitely wants to fuck you!”
“BYE! he totally wants to fuck your sweet unpopped cherry!”
“stop it! he can hear” you protested.
“he will definitely split you in two, have you seen the size of him? god, that’s hot babe!”
you groaned in irritation trying to walk away, but they chased after you.
“he definitely has a thing for your innocent virgin thing.”
“it’s always the innocent angels who are the dirtiest cock sluts.”
“you are such a BITCH!” you could not help but laugh at your friends’ teasing. you knew they were playing around, they loved to tease you, blood would rush to your face and your skin would darken. but it was all in good faith, this incident would be forgotten by tomorrow.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
the incident was in fact, not forgotten by the next day, girls shot you looks and some of your classmates teased you.
“i bet that's how you get straight a’s! damn! fucking professor cavill, i am green with envy.”
you scoffed with humor. “shhh!!! he’s going to come soon!”
“yeah! in you!”
when henry entered a hush spread around the room.
“now what is all this ruckus about?” he raised a thick brow, eyes boring into you.
“nothing sir!” you balked.
he hummed, staring at you for a second before getting on with his lesson.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
henry used all his willpower to keep his gaze from your frame.
you had always been in the periphery of his vision in the past but yesterday when your smaller frame bumped into him he took notice.
he could not help himself, hands touching you lovingly. you. his student.
your wide eyes, plaid skirt and white top, a knee-length sock with a pair of huge white sneakers.
you did not seem to care that much about your outfits, not making a statement, just preoccupied with other things. like your lap. which was really frustrating on his part. why did you not look at him? you took notes diligently. eyes staring at the projector and back at your notes, never on him.
your shyness piqued his interest. he got through the lecture on muscle memory. his eyes flickering to you from time to time. he had an obsessive audience, he wasn’t dumb, he had graduated summa cum laude, top of his class. so he knew to control himself during class.
before or after class, however…
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
you had a stalker. your core clenched with sensations you had only read about in your romance books. you had never experienced the desperate pounding ache that professor cavill made you feel deep in the apex of your thighs.
you made eye contact with him again however many times this week in the campus café, and your thighs clenched with need. you ordered your sugary drink, paid, and waited with anxious trepidation at having his eyes on you. you hurried out once you got the drink. you had to do something about him, it was wrong.
well….. maybe it wasn’t personal, why would you ever think that he would be stalking you? it could be an unlikely string of coincidences that led him to every place you were on campus, it was as if he had learned your schedule. that made you feel dangerous things, delicious taboo thoughts about your professor who was likely more than half your age older than you. you walked through the campus, sipping your sweet drink.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
the stalking was getting out of hand. you needed to do something about it. your pussy wept and clenched and you did not know what to do with all the needy sensations that made you look at your pillow and want to hump it silly.
you knocked on his office.
“come in.”
“mr. cavill,” you entered his cozy office, it had wooden floors leather couches, and huge shelves overfilled with books. and a slightly messy desk where he sat on an expensive-looking chair.
“yes?” he looked up at you with his blue eyes. soft in a way you had never seen them.
you froze not knowing what to do now.
he cocked his head. “what is it, sweetheart?”
“don’t you think it’s inappropriate to call a student that?”
“do you not like it?” he frowned.
“that- that’s not the point!” you felt your face heat. you pressed your thighs together.
he chuckled, “look at you, you are downright squirming. do you think i would risk my career for any student?”
“no?”
“no.” he confirmed. “come here.”
he was taking a huge risk, but your dilated pupils and heaving chest told him the results would be enjoyable.
“where?” your voice was meek.
his grin was machiavellian and your cunt was aching with need, you walked toward him, sliding one leg over his lap and resting your core against his hard bulge.
you moaned at the contact against your pussy covered by thin drenched panties, your plaid skirt fluttering around you.
his big hands went to your ass and he pressed your hips down.
you mewled.
“this feels so good sir.” you moaned. “i’ve never felt anything like this.”
he groaned, “fuck…don’t tell me your sweet little pussy has not been fucked before?”
the friction was so good, your pussy lips split open, the bulge of his hardness rubbing against your aching, puffy, swollen clit. your hips jerked and spasmed.
“so needy… look at you, humping my lap like a needy bunny. are you a needy bunny, baby? do you touch yourself?”
“n-no!”
he hummed, pleased “good, that means i will be the first to make you cum, and i won’t stop until you are a crying mess. office hours are over and we have all the time in the world. take your panties off sweetheart and get back on my lap.” you obeyed, the cool office air on your sensitive pussy made you clench. he reached for the panties, you stared at him as he smelt them before pocketing them
the texture of his pants was heavenly against your bare pussy. nothing restricting your movements. the texture was rough against your sensitive cunt, harsh and punishing and exquisite.
your pussy gushed, making a mess of his pants, but you did not care, too busy chasing that build-up of pleasure to think or be embarrassed about the mess you were making.
you rutted against him almost at the peak, when he stopped you with his hands.
“i changed my mind, i want you to cum on my dick,”
you whined in protest, hips jerking softly, but it was futile.
you were smaller than him, his large thick frame contrasting yours. he stood up, and carried you with him, one arm wrapped under your ass, the other swiping all the contents of his desk to the floor with a loud crash.
he sat you on the desk and knelt in between your open legs. “look at me, kneeling for you. you think i would kneel for just any pretty girl? no. i do not. ever since i crashed into you my thoughts have not strayed from your pretty innocent eyes. from your thighs, that skirt, i want to fuck you in nothing but that skirt.”you moaned, pussy bursting with arousal, he leaned his head on your inner thigh, eyes taking in your glistening, dripping cunt, he slid a finger in between your wet folds, splitting you open, rubbing the tip of his finger against your clit. your hips chased the friction.
“you are such a good girl, taking attentive notes and every assignment you turn in done so carefully. you want to please me don’t you, sweetheart? you want to be a good girl? well, you are. never been touched. have you been waiting for me, sweetheart?”
“yes- yes sir!” you whined.
“good, girl,” he looked up at you and damn you if it wasn’t the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. he split you open with his tongue and you yelped at the foreign deliciousness of his tongue on your pussy.
he kissed and nipped softly, devouring you like a man starved. this time you felt the pressure build easily, faster, but once again he stopped, and it was agonizing, you felt your walls pound with need ache.
this time it was his fingers which split you open and you were so sensitive you could not help the tears that escaped the corner of your eyes.
“look at you, a whiny, needy, whimpering mess. so sensitive. never been touched huh? well you are doing so good. my good girl. bet you will become all cock drunk when i fuck your little pussy. but i have to get you all nice and wet and ready for my cock, so it doesn’t hurt my favorite student. my dick is already hard because of your delicious sounds baby girl, i can’t wait to get my dick inside you.” his fingers pumped in and out of you, your body spasming with overstimulation.
“please sir!” you whined and cried out at your over sensitive pussy being teased. you needed release fast, and you needed him to stop his movements, but if he stopped you were positive you would meltdown from deprivation. “please!” your syllables dragged out.
you looked so pathetic and needy he decided to take pity on you. swirling his thumb on your clit. “just a little longer, alright? i want your first orgasm to be on my cock!”
“please sir!” this time your voice cracked.
“come on sweetheart, you are doing such a good job, you are so good, my pretty girl, so perfect.”
he stood up, his hips aligning with yours, your trembling hands reached to unbuckle his belt, he let you struggle through it, watching with fond eyes as your frustrated fingers worked his belt, his pants, then his boxers, his large angry cock springing free. it was so beautiful you wrapped your fingers around it, pumping it experimentally. he groaned out and bucked into your hand. you looked up at him through your lashes, silently voicing s question he answered with a smile. you aligned his dick with your cunt, hips canting to fit him in.
he was so big he stretched you open, your cherry popping burned but it could have been worse had he not made you all wet snd ready. henry gripped your hips and sank fully into you, both of you moaning at the sensation of your tight cunt being stretched by him. he was so big by comparison it made you so needy. you bucked your hips, encouraging him to move, and move he did.
rutting into you with all his strength, those muscles were not just for eye candy after all…
your body spasmed with each thrust and it wasn’t long before your pussy clenched him and the pressure in hour core built and built until burst, making you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming at your first orgasm, hands scratching his back.
he groaned as you squeezed his cock, hips pumping fast, this time chasing his own pleasure, it hurt so good, you were so sensitive but you did not want to stop. the best you could do was cry and slide your hands to his waist, pulling him to you with each thrust.
it wasn’t long before he followed after you cum filling you and dripping down where you joined. he joined your foreheads together and with the last last pumps of his hips wipe the sweaty tendrils of hair from your forehead, kiss your nose, and tell you how good you were, how good you felt. you were his good girl. the ultimate teacher’s pet.
It’s a need
another big booty depressed middle aged father to add to my simp list. it aint easy man
just saw a post under the sub!miguel tag complaining about how fics of him being a sub doesn't suit his personality like pause it's literally fanfiction. people aren't writing the next spiderman movie or smt like it's just writing about some fictional character getting fucked nothing too serious 😧😧. so what if big muscle man gives off daddy dom vibes? I will be making him cry and fucking him in every position I can think off, this mf is getting his ass ate, cock teased, honkers groped etc 🫡 every fandoms alr got so many sub!reader fics like go fuck all under that tag, don't complain underneath smt that doesn't interest you
was just thinking abt this a lot
also thank you everyone with the "06" miguel piece, ily you all for the likes n reblogs 🥰🥰
scratches and bites - 1
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader
Warnings: Almost kidnapping, age-gap but completely legal, grumpy/asshole Miguel, injury, them claws and fangs, sexual tension, cockblock lol
a/n: yes, i’m back at it with some writing. sorry for being mia lol. this became a lot more dark-ish than I initially anticipated–my bad. I was also gonna do a smutty one-shot, but i needed some background so ._. my bad again. now imma hunker down on pt 2. hope you enjoy ?
Summary: Miguel O'Hara is a grumpy man and you make him grumpy. You regularly go against his orders, create chaos, and invite danger. So this is how you met (which may explain some things...)
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Miguel O’Hara is a grumpy man.
It’s almost like there are tiny weights holding down his brows to maintain his glare or ribbons pulling at the corner of his lips so he’s always frowning. Needless to say, being subject to an O’Hara scowl is not uncommon. Everyone in the spider-verse has had their turn. But you have seen it more than anyone. In fact, you might be the number one reason why he’s rarely seen in a relaxed state.
You’re not even sure why you were recruited in the first place. When Miguel showed up, it was only a few days after you were bitten. You had literally just woken up from your Spider-coma to find what every spider-person experienced: sticky hands, superhuman strength, and a sixth sense.
Endless thoughts ruffled your mind, overwhelming your already overly-sensitive body. Just as you were starting to fully freak out, a bright and distorted series of lights and noises invited a very tall man, dressed head-to-toe in a red and blue suit, to casually walk into your childhood bedroom.
You sat there shaking in disbelief as you watched the broad-shouldered man slowly reveal his face, easily taking off that terrifying mask before regarding your small figure on your bed. He almost looked inconvenienced or bored as he met your eyes.
This has to be a dream.
“Alright, come on.” Those were the first words he said to you. He gestures to the portal impatiently, waiting for you to come to your senses and follow his orders. When nothing happens he raises his brow. “Don’t have all day.” His tone is clipped like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“What? ” It comes out hoarse and small, "No." If it weren’t for his sensitive hearing he probably wouldn’t have picked up on it over the noises the portal was making. Your fingers clench harshly against your blanket.
That marks the first time you saw his infamous scowl. He adjusts his stance, resting his hands on his hips like a disappointed parent. “No?" He chuckles humorlessly, "Well, you don’t really have a–”
“Who the hell are you?”
He shakes his head dismissively, “It doesn’t really mat–”
“Did you do this to me?” You lift a hand that has remnants of a Spanish flash card that you accidentally picked up when you leaned against your desk. You tried to peel it off but ended up ripping it into smaller pieces that were still stuck to your palm. His stare is patronizing as it lands on your flash card confettied hand.
“Is this new to you or somethi–”
“So you know about it?” You accuse, "You did--"
“Stop fucking interrupting me.” You flinch as he basically growls the words in irritation. As he steps closer to you, light pours over his figure, highlighting the intricate pattern of his suit that clings closely to his muscles. You cower slightly, noticing the menacing scars over his cheeks and the heat in his nearly red eyes.
His voice is low and dangerous as he addresses you, “You’re spider-girl, or spider-woman if you prefer, though by the looks of it,” His eyes glaze over your face and body, “you’re still just a kid.” He continues to inch closer as he speaks, unconcerned by the way the portal closes suddenly behind him or the way you start to shuffle away from him. “A radioactive spider bit you and gave you powers, lord knows why, and now you are to use them for good. End of story. Now,” His hand darts out before you could react and grabs a hold of your arm, “you’re coming with me so we can save everything and fix all this shit that is fucking up the multiverse.”
You attempt to yank your arm from his hold, but it only makes him grip you harsher. “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t even know why this is happening! I j-just woke up, I swear!” He doesn’t spare you a look as he mutters lowly into his watch.
Another portal opens, exactly like the first one he came through, but placed a bit farther away.
Now you’re panicking.
“Didn’t you hear a thing I said?” He pulls you from your bed, almost dragging you off the mattress. You try to claw at his hands, but his grip remains unaffected. If anything he’s just growing more frustrated.
“Ok, ok, ok. I’m spider-woman.” You continue to pull away from him, dragging your legs as a way to slow him down. “Please, I promise to use my powers for good! I will be a nice neighborhood spider-thing–Just please let me go! I didn’t do anything–”
“This isn’t a discussion.” He pulls you up and closer to him until he’s basically carrying you to the portal, one arm supporting your spine and another under your legs. You squirm relentlessly in his arms, trying to make it hard for him to get a good grip on you. “Stop…Fucking…Moving–” Sharp, fire-hot pain zips up your body as claws sink deeply into your skin. The side of your thigh and abdomen throb with unbearable heat as you’re shoved closer to his chest.
“Ahhh–fuck!” Your eyes sting with tears as your body catches up to the burning sensation of his claws retracting back into his body.
“Shit…” You look up as you hear his softened voice and see that he’s staring right back at you. The portal in front of the two of you continues to hum, but it quiets as your eyes met his. “Kid, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—You just, you gotta come with me. The fate of everyone and everything rests on our shoulders.” The pain on your side dulls as you silently listen to the growing desperation in his voice. Somehow you’re able to divert those sensations, you might even be healing already. “I know you’re new to all this superhero stuff, but trust me when I say that I need your help. We all do.”
You’re almost afraid to ask, “...We?”
“There are countless spiders across the multiverse, all with interconnected lives.” You feel the large warmth of his hand gently stroke against your aching thigh like he’s trying to soothe the pain with light touches. “I’ve recruited a couple thousand, but we still need more. There's darkness rapidly spreading around the multiverse, displacing heroes and villains from their original dimensions and destroying whole universes.” The colors of the portal reflect off his red eyes as he stares right through it, mind somewhere else.
You let it sink in. The whole multiverse. Everything and everyone. And you.
Your arms slowly link around his neck so as not to startle him, and you pull yourself closer to him. You secretly enjoy feeling his firm chest against you, suddenly realizing how much larger he is compared to you, but when you twist the wrong way you are suddenly reminded of the small gashes on your side. Your quiet hiss shakes him out of his thoughts. Your lashes, sticky from the few tears you’ve shed, frame your eyes prettily as you stare up at him.
“Ok.” It comes out quieter than you wanted but he immediately reacted to it.
His brows raise in surprise, “Ok?” You nod. “Ok. O–Alright, that's um, great. I mean, thank you.” You nuzzle your head into the warmth of his chest when you see a corner of his mouth perk into a small smile. Why is he making you feel this way? How can your body react like this to someone about to literally kidnap them? “D-do you want something for these, uh, marks…” His voice is hushed and almost sounds sheepish as his fingers carefully smooth over the marks he left on your skin. A soft groan leaves your lips as he applies too much pressure against one of the puncture wounds.
“Yes please.” His fingers stop their movements and you can barely feel the way his body stiffens at your words.
“Alright, honey.” The hand under your back drags upwards, tracing your spine until it rests against the back of your neck. Goosebumps litter down your body as the warmth of his palm meets your bare and ultra-sensitized skin. He lifts you closely until you can feel his breath against the skin of your throat. Your eyes flutter closed. “Brace yourself.” The rough timber of his voice is enough to make you unconsciously clench your thighs. Time slows as you feel the sharp edge of – are those fangs?
You’re so focused on the gentle brush of his incisors that you barely notice the borderline possessive way he’s holding you. Like a wolf preparing himself for the meal of a lifetime. Just as he’s about to sink in and finally give you the relief that you’re practically begging for, an engine roars to life.
An engine. In your bedroom.
Well, there’ve been weirder things.
Both of you separate slightly at the noise and watch as a motorcycle slowly rolls into the room. There sits a heavily pregnant spider-woman with a very unimpressed look on her face, eyes bouncing from you to the nameless man cradling your body.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
i want a pretty boy in an oversized sweater with no underwear on in MY LAP RIGHT NOW!!
pretty and polished - nagi seishiro
18+ content ahead!
cw: handjob, sub!nagi (kinda), no specified gender for reader but u do have nails on, just a sweet lil bit of domestic filth yknow
"you're home early!"
you walk into your apartment to see your boyfriend sprawled on the couch, mindlessly playing a game on his phone while a cooking show drones on the tv in the background.
"hm? oh, yeah, we left practice early to avoid the storm that's coming in tonight. where have you been?" nagi asks, eyeing you as you toe off your sneakers and set your keys and wallet down. the metal scrapes on the wood of the entryway table, and you shuffle over to the couch to sit right at his waist. he hums in contentment when your hand reaches over to slide through his snowy hair.
your hand on his scalp gives him your answer. "i got my nails redone!" the other hand comes up to show him a pretty baby blue on your fingertips. it makes the color of your skin more vibrant, he notices.
"mm. pretty."
his reaction seems as if he couldn't care less, but you know nagi much better than that. his cacao eyes have a particular twinkle to them when he looks back down at his phone, one that you know all too well. experimentally, you oh-so-lightly drag your nails down his chest, skimming his stomach.
the muscles on his abs jerk. bingo.
the palm resting on the hem of his sweats lifts a touch as the fabric starts to strain against his growing erection. nagi blinks up lazily at you.
"what are you doing?"
his voice is steady, but the shake of his fingers as they graze over the hand on his stomach tell a different story.
"oh, nothing," you smile, "just lay back and relax, hm?"
he nods, clicking his phone off and resting it on his chest. he watches as your fingers tuck under the elastic of his pants and snap them back against his skin. he doesn't miss the scrape of your nails on his lower tummy.
his cock twitches. fuck, he's hard.
again, you skim your hand into his pants. his breathing is picking up its pace, and your free hand traces down his cheek, a polished nail rubbing over the plush of his bottom lip. he presses a feathery kiss to it, and you return the favor with a syrupy smile.
"s..stop teasing..." nagi whispers. "just do it."
you lean down and press a kiss to his clothed pectoral. "sure, baby."
finally, god, finally, you peel off the top of his pants and briefs just enough for his dick to spring out. the tip is already weeping with precum, the head flushed an aggravated pink. the sight makes your mouth water and your hand wraps his girth, one finger closing around at a time. the blue of your nails look almost neon in contrast to the glow of pink on his head. swiping your thumb over his slit, you collect the precum that's oozed out, and swipe it around the bulb of the tip.
nagi's swallowing his breaths now, his tongue dry and his fingers twitching. his chest feels like it's about to explode under your fingertips. "baby, please, go faster."
humming, you quickly jerk your hand up the length of his cock, then twist it as you slide it back down, beginning to set a rhythm. you lean down, gathering saliva in your mouth, and let it pool from your lips and onto the head to alleviate the friction. the mixture puddles in the creases of your hand, and a drop rolls over one of your nails. nagi's vision tunnels on it, watching with the precision of a needle hooking a thread as the lubrication trails down your finger, your knuckle, your wrist.
his throat gives way to choked out whines, pants, anything to relieve the bubbling in his chest. they bounce off the walls of the room, the noise of the tv long forgotten.
you're jerking him faster, with more pressure, curling your wrist with every downstroke, and nagi thinks he might pass out. the pressure in his gut sends sparks up his spine, til his face and ears flush with incinerating heat.
"baby, baby- i...!!"
his hips seize upwards, one of his legs coming up, searching for reprieve on the fabric of the couch. a long, drawn-out groan escapes his mouth, and his cock twitches in your hand as a thin stream of cum bursts up and falls on your hand.
you keep stroking him, shushing him while he catches his breath until all his release is coating your hand and dribbling off your arm and onto his thighs. your thumb kisses his tip one last time as his length falls limp in your hand.
once his vision clears, nagi laces his fingers between your cum-coated ones, and he brings them to his mouth, pressing his lips to your knuckles.
he makes a mental note to send you money for the nails later.
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Hello beautiful people, i know we're all struggling but i have no other means of support right now, i am one of 2 people who provides for a household of 6 people.
I've been off and on sickness(not covid) for the past 4 weeks, that reduced considerably my productivity but we managed to pull through until now. I got sick again and can't pay for another covid test nor medical assistance.
By my calculations we'll run out of food by july 16th, which is regrettably my birthday. We already ran out of soap, detergent and other hygiene products.
If you can help or reblog, i will be forever grateful, there is not much i can offer besides my thanks and maybe a doodle big enough for an icon. We're asking for $150, i know i can make them last 2 weeks.
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I’m having such bad cramps😭 but anyway can I request chifuyu having a soft heat and he just needs comfort? He’s been really depressed lately so his he just not in the mood and needs reassurance
Ah— you poor child 😭 have a cookie for your cramps 🍪🍪
Reassurance
Omega!Chifuyu x Alpha!Reader
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Warnings:none?(Idk)
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Chifuyu curled up tightly in a ball in the corner of his nest in a pile of pillows with his large fan blowing full blast on his face and wrapped tightly in his cooling blanket.
Chifuyu's heats get really bad when he's in a moment of weakness, and after Baji's death, the battle, he was in a terrible mindset. Moment of weakness was an understatement compared to how Chifuyu actually felt.
Chifuyu had been mourning Baji so much lately that he just couldn't get himself together. His heat wasn't too bad yet, but his cramps were still painful and he was incredibly sensitive.
“Chifuyu∼” You muttered, your voice laced with lust. You kissed Chifuyu on the forehead, making him whine and back away from you. He hissed at you and curled up.
“Not now Alpha... Please stop....” Chifuyu wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I'm not this time...”
“...Ok...” You sighed, you could tell Chifuyu was very upset and you respected the fact he didn't feel like doing anything sexual right now. “Do you need anything...?”
“My ice pillow...” Chifuyu muttered, you nodded and went to retrieve the pillow. Chifuyu's ice pillow was a very cuddly and soft plush pillow made for omegas to keep them cool during their heats.
You snuggled up to Chifuyu after grabbing his pillow and pressed your cheek against his, purring softly to calm help calm Chifuyu.
“I'm sorry... I just... With everything that happened....” Chifuyu couldn't even finish his sentence without bursting into tears. Chifuyu just threw his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck and cried.
“It's ok... Calm down baby....” You muttered, rubbing Chifuyu's back. Chifuyu let out a small purr and hugged you tightly. “It'll be ok Chifuyu....”
“No it won't!” Chifuyu cried, hiding his face. You lifted Chifuyu's face and wiped his tears, kissing his forehead gently.
“It'll be ok sweetie... Trust me...” You muttered, kissing his nose. Chifuyu wiped his face, his crying reduced to a few light sniffles.
“Will you stay in here with me for the rest of the day... I need more comfort...” Chifuyu muttered, purring against your chest.
You nodded and returned the favor with a small purr. You both silently sat there hugging each other, just enjoying each other's comfort.
I was having writers block and so I took a break and soon enough it was 3 in the morning and I had impulsively sewn together a tiny mouse you’re welcome
I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.
“can i kiss u ♡?”
Bunny Asmodeus
Can I request Mikey shutting himself away from his alpha and pups because he doesn’t feel like a good parent or partner? His alpha doesn’t know why he’s doing this but he breaks down after his mate asks him. His pups hear him crying and they all cuddle with him including his alpha in the family nest.
Aww so cute💕
Parenting
Omega!Mikey x Alpha!Reader
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“Mikey!” you called, Mikey just ignored you and walked past you. The pups ran after Mikey, hugging him tightly. Mikey growled, scaring the pups. Mikey whined when they ran off but didn't say anything and just left.
Mikey left the house as the tiny pups scrambled back into your lap. The pups cried in your arms.
“Why... Doesn't mama like us...” your youngest pup whined, hiding his little face in your chest. You hugged both of your crying babies, kissing thier foreheads.
“Your Oma does like you... He just needs some time... Some time alone...” you muttered, picking up both pups and carrying them to the family nest.
“I'll talk to him... You too play and... I'll try and see what's going on...” you smiled, rubbing their little heads. You got up and went to Mikey's nest in the bedroom.
“Mikey... What's wrong with you...” you growled, opening the closet door. He whimpered quietly, looking away.
“Am I... A bad parent...?” Mikey whined, hugging a stuffed rabbit tightly in his arms. Your face softened into a sympathetic look.
“No baby... You aren't...” you muttered, sitting down beside Mikey. You hugged your mate, kissing his cheek.
“But what about that time I broke our youngest pup's arm while play fighting...” Mikey growled and sighed softly.
“Accidents happen Mikey...” you reassured, rubbing his back gently. But he still didn't calm down.
“The time I knocked out our oldest pup's tooth!” he yelled, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Again... Accidents happen...” you muttered, bringing him into your arms. Mikey whimpered quietly and closed his eyes.
“Now I'm growling at them and ignoring them...” Mikey whimpered. Why was he suck a terrible parent. Why can't he be closer to his pups.
Why was he so terrible...
“Why am I such a terrible fucking parent...” Mikey cried, tears flowing down his cheeks as he sobbed. You hugged him tightly, rubbing his back.
“Mama...?”
Mikey looked up, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Why are you crying...?” your youngest pup asked, coming up to Mikey. Mikey wiped the tears from his eyes and rubbed the pup's head.
“Nothing is wrong baby...”Mikey whined. The pups weren't convinced and hugged Mikey tightly, purring softly. Mikey smiled softly, hugging both pups.
“Don't cry mama...” the pups cried, hugging Mikey tightly. Mikey purred softly, squeezing his pups in a tight hug.
“We love you mama!” And just like that Mikey was back in tears. You all hugged Mikey in a big group hug.
“You're a good parent Mikey... Don't forget that....”
“Yeah mama! You're the best!” the pups cheered.
“...Thank you guys...” Mikey purred.
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some ppl being "okay" and "understanding" of mikey's dark impulses and not knowing what severe mental illness is until they see a blunt, unromanticized depiction of it and then they freak out and run. 😧😧
it pisses me off tbh 😩 like, yeah this is unexpectedly brutal and violent, especially since it's little kids — everything seems less shocking when it's adults but when it's children, like, 8-9 year olds and when it's shown so bluntly it could definitely be upsetting and scary. but people misunderstanding the fact that mikey is mentally ill rubs me wrong fr.
the kid is sick in the head, and we don't even know why yet. it's fiction and we can hate it or love it, but the fact that some people aren't bothering to look into it or acknowledge that there's a lot of depth to this is just. not cool. he's twisted, and of course he's going to do horrible things.
people going from "i know he's mentally ill and i still love him" to "what the fuck he's evil i hate him now" is just ?????
mikey's killed half the characters in the show during the various timeleaps and arcs we've gotten, but due to the fact that mikey was attractive/the murders weren't shown/mikey's reactions were emphasized it didn't rlly sink in to viewers heads i guess.
like, manila mikey literally murdered everyone. but we saw him crying and asking takemichi to kill him, and it focused more on his pain, therefore people overlooked what he did. but now, this time it's thrown at us, raw and explicitly shown, and all of a sudden people aren't okay with it.
the serious hate towards mikey, wakui and the manga as a whole that i'm seeing is proving that genuinely, some people do not get the sensitivity and brutality of psychopathic mental illness actually is. i'm not saying mikey's dark impulses are shown totally accurate to how it may be irl, but it's definitely close, and as you're saying, it isn't romanticized or glossed over. not in this chapter anyway.
excusing/not being bothered by everything he did as an adult, but being so badly offended and repulsed by what he did as a kid??? hm. it doesn't make sense.
people misunderstanding and mislabeling characters like izana, kazutora and mikey is nothing new but it's gotten a lot worse now and i hate it tbh.
i just know that if mikey gets a backstory in future chapters that properly explain the actual roots and reasons to his problems, everyone's gonna run right back to calling him their poor baby boy 💀💀