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Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Married couple, smut, lactation kink, breastfeeding, Cunnilingus, kissing. MINORS DNI!🔞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you gave birth to your first daughter, Miguel spends the night admiring the changes that motherhood has done to your body.

The apartment finally hushed after hours of crying and whining. You finally put your baby to sleep, rocking her gently in your arms.

You gently placed her in the crib, taking one quick glance at her peaceful expression. A testimony of your growing family and your shared love with Miguel.

Her cheeks were plump, and she had crimson eyes and talons that mirrored her father’s features. However, she didn’t have the ability to control when they appeared— usually she was excited or agitated— so you would often have to give her mittens in public.

You checked the baby camera was fitted properly and the temperature of the room was okay before dimming the lights and exiting the nursery quietly.

There was a sense of solace that shrouded you as you made your way to the bedroom.

It had been two whole days you were home alone while Miguel was probably in another dimension. It was hard to predict when he'd come back home and the longer he was out, the more your heart yearned.

But the feeling quickly vanished as you saw a familiar figure outside your bedroom window.

Miguel swung into the bedroom balcony with his web before opening the balcony door to step inside. He had his full suit on but as soon as he was inside the bedroom, his mask fizzled out.

It had become a routine for him to use the balcony to get in the apartment rather than the front door to avoid getting spotted.

He ran a hand over his disheveled hair before his expression softened when he saw you. You must’ve looked exhausted because he was approaching you with caution.

“Hey you…” you closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped your arms around him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

He leaned in to kiss you deeply, making up for all those hours you were separated.

He pulled back from the kiss while still keeping his arms around you. “Is she sleeping?”

“Yeah she’s asleep. Do you wanna see her?”

“In a bit,” he said before lifting you up in his arms briefly and placing you on the bed.

This caught you by surprise.

“Mig…”

You didn’t expect him to be this handsy with you as soon as he came home. But you weren’t complaining.

“You look tired, amor. I hate leaving you alone for so long,” He said, a tenderness in his voice. His hands ran over the thighs, feeling every inch like it was his first time touching you.

“It’s all part of duty though, right? I know you always come back.” You placed a soft kiss on his cheek, sealing your words.

“I missed you. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to feel you.” He murmured, his lips grazed over the curve of your neck.

You could feel his hands hiking up under your shirt before removing it completely. His neediness, as well as his swift movements, added to your heightened libido.

“I missed you too Mig,”

You weren't wearing a bra so your breasts, that were swollen with milk, bounced with every movement you made.

“So full…” he kissed along your chest, deliberately avoiding the nipple while caressing your sides. He couldn’t get enough of you and being separated from you for this long only made him more desperate for your presence.

“Are you gonna start rambling about how a woman produces milk?” You arched your brow inquisitively when you noticed him inspecting your breasts. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss his biology rants.

Miguel didn’t talk much unless he needed to, but when he did, you would cherish every word that uttered from his mouth.

“I am now…” he swiped his thumb over one of your nipples, making you hiss. You were more sensitive now so you were very responsive to his minimal touches.

“Your body has developed glands and structures inside of your breast which are full of milk ducts.” As he explained this to you, some of the milk seeped out from your nipples. You shuddered in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry…that happens sometimes. I should’ve pumped out the milk before…” You said apologetically. You tried to slip off his grasp but he had a tight hold on you.

“What a mess…” he commented before giving your breast a gentle squeeze, watching more of your milk leaking down his hands.

Heat reached your cheeks as you noticed the way he was staring at the milk in fascinating.

You hissed again from his grip he had on your breast. You knew you had been hyper lactating but it was hard to predict when the milk would leak out like this.

Miguel moved his hands from your breast and over to his mouth and lapped up the milk that spilled over his knuckles.

You felt a wetness pool your panties as you watched him taste your milk. There was something enticing watching your husband drinking your milk straight from your body.

He then leaned into your breast again and inhaled your scent deeply. “We can’t let this go to waste,”

You didn’t need to think too deeply about what he meant.

Before you could even begin to speak, he licked one of your nipples, cleaning off the mess before latching his mouth around it.

The sudden sensation made you arch your back further into his mouth. You gripped onto his broad arms as he continued to suckle on your breast.

You soaked in the way he was completely indulging in your milk, his cheeks hollowing in with each suck.

You could feel your milk seeping through your nipples and into his mouth as he took his fill greedily.

After a while he released your nipple, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were half-lidded.

You were too stunned by what had just happened and the words lodged in your throat. Miguel took your silence as an opportunity to reach for your lips and kissed you passionately.

You could taste the sweetness of your own milk from his mouth as he swiped his tongue over your lips. He pulled away, leaving you dazed.

“Did you enjoy that?” You finally asked.

“I did, we should do that more often,” The corner of his lips curved up. “But tell me, what hormones are responsible for lactation, hm?”

Again, he was asking a question and expecting an answer from you when you were dizzy with bliss and could barely speak.

It was definitely on purpose because it amused him how much of a mess he made out of you.

You tried to process his question and articulate an answer, even though you knew it was only going to feed into his ego.

“Hm…prolactin…oxytocin…” you breathed.

A grin formed on his lips, both from the state you were in and the satisfied answer you gave.

“My sweet and clever wife,”

His praise made your stomach flutter.

He hands reached over to the waist to remove your pants along with your panties, leaving you bare on the bed. As you lied on your back, you could feel his dick pressing against your clit through the digital suit as he crept closer.

He tapped on his watch and his suit pixelated away, revealing his chiseled body and his throbbing cock. The precum that was seeping from the tip was too tempting. But you forced yourself to stay grounded before you lost control in your lust.

“Miguel, I’m not on anything,” your voice was sharp with caution.

It had been too long since you both did anything intimate. Even during your pregnancy, you were focused primarily on your health and making sure your pregnancy went smoothly.

But as much as you yearned to feel Miguel inside you and the friction from his dick, you were smart enough to hold back.

You knew that you were more fertile after you gave birth, with an increased level of oestrogen, making you more susceptible to get pregnant again.

The last thing you wanted was an unexpected pregnancy when your hands were already full looking after your 5-month-old daughter.

Miguel kept his gaze at you. “You are breastfeeding,”

Your clit was throbbing, desperate for his touch. But you weren’t going to cave in.

“Better to be safe than sorry.”

Miguel lowered himself to reach for your thighs and dipped his head lower until he was facing between your legs. All you could focus on now was his exhales fanning on your soaked cunt.

“I guess we could find an alternative tonight…”

You couldn’t fully process his statement before you felt his tongue drag over your folds. The sudden contact made you clamp your legs around his head.

You reached over and ran your hands over his hair.

He knew that area was more delicate now after you gave birth. You could feel him trying to be gentle with you while eating you out.

It made your heart stutter.

But even if he was giving you a soft treatment, your senses were still firing and you could feel heat building up in your core.

“Miguel…” you moaned lowly.

He hummed against your core in response, sending a tantalising vibration through your spine.

He was trying not to flicker his tongue too deep into your cunt to avoid hurting you. Every juice that was leaking from you was quickly licked off by him.

Between your thighs, you could see him looking back up at you, watching your reaction while drinking up his fill of you and coaxing your orgasm.

It’s been a while since your pussy had any attention, causing you to be pent up with tension.

You came sooner than you anticipated, most likely from how sensitive you were. You arched your back with a long moan. Everything that squirted from your cunt was licked off from his tongue.

You were limp on the sheets, drenched in the afterglow. Your legs released their grip around Miguel's head as he pulled himself away from you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

There was a sudden sound of crying coming from the next room. Your daughter had woken up.

Miguel got himself off the bed. “I’ll get her, you stay.”

You nodded mutely, giving him the chance to bond with your daughter after two days of being without her.

He left the room but not before putting his sweat pants on. You, on the other hand, were left on the bed to catch your breath.

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[qmushiyasblog]

Today we salute the best big brother ever Mikey Dread! I was smiling this morning as I remembered one time my husband say say Mushi it's me or Mikey, and I said bye it's "Mikey" teehee no, it was not like that teehee Mikey was family. He and my uncles and cousins in Jamaica was close from ever since and Mikey was always as my big brother. Nothing more. My husband who was a singer at the time had become a tad bit jealous because Mikey and I would talk almost everyday, but it was really about family and Reggae as I was equally close to Mikey's brother who I also talked to almost everyday and we all shared basically the same family and friends networks like Band members, Glen Washington, Tinga and Angela Stewart, DJ Tony who lives in Ghana now, DJ Ital Kae, The Scientist and so on. My poor husband being on a different Reggae circuit felt left out. So when he gave me the ultimatum he or Mikey of course I choose Mikey...well actually that was just a bluff teehee...he just took his lovely Rasta self on the road and chilled out...soooooo now today we salute the man, who will always be to me the Best big brother EVER! There is nuttin no betta than the late great Mikey Dread! 😉❤🇯🇲🎶The Dread who will always be in control. Who took Reggae International!!!! (at Kingston, Jamaica) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeYslBpuiyP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[henryjekyllsgender]

if ur up for it, maybe some headcanons for a reader that is dating both TGS Jekyll and Hyde??? It’s not like cheating and there’s no competing/jealousy, it’s just Jekyll/Hyde is into reader and vice versa

OFC I CAN!!! Here are some hcs for my favourite boys

Henry Jekyll X Reader X Edward Hyde

Person: Henry Jekyll & Edward Hyde

Fandom: The Glass Scientists

Pronouns for Y/N: Any

Genre: Fluff

SFW/NSFW: SFW

Warnings: None

Authors Notes: Take this cute stuff <3 also ty for requests I love getting requests ❤

Hyde is always asking for Henry to drink the potion to spent time with you, he just wants to spent time with you instead of watching Henry have it all

When Hyde is allowed time with you, he always insists on taking you to blackfog (he makes you wear a Cape that covers your face incase anything bad were to happen)

They both care deeply about you and make sure your feeling alright

The lodgers always made bets on which one of them would shag you first or if you'd all shag together. It happens separately ofc

Henry is always asking about your wellbeing, in and out of control, because he always worries something would happen to you that could end up in them losing you

When they first introduced you to Lanyon, he hated but over time be got used to you and began to like you. He's just glad someone cares about Henry and makes him happy the way he wished he could've

Henry barely ever sleeps so sometimes you have to force Henry to not drink the potion so he can actually sleep. Half the time, he's just cuddling you and talking to Hyde.

They often brag about you to other people and it annoys most the lodgers but Jasper and Rachel think it's cute

Hyde kept comparing you three to Lucy until he got humbled and called the 'House husband'. Let's just say, Henry is Lucy in the relationship.

Although Henry seems tough, all he needs is comfort and cuddles sometimes. He gets EXTREMELY stressed sometimes and will search for you

Hyde and Henry dont argue a lot but when they do, its arguing over who can spend time with you

Hyde is small spoon. He can't fight the fact that he loves being spooned. It makes him feel comforted.

Henry is big spoon. He loves stealing your warmth

Henry and Hyde have banned you from Henry's office since he accidentally burned your finger the tiniest bit. Your only allowed to sit on the other side of the room

At least they love you ❤

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[gothoffspring]

Introducing Doctor Montbretia Moon

To preface, I am not a writer. At all. Despite that, this character has truly inspired me, and I couldn't help but craft a backstory for her. You can read it below the cut. This isnt it's final form, so things may change a bit over time. ❤

tw: infertility/death

Doctor Montbretia Moon was born and raised in Brindleton Bay to two hard-working parents. Her father was Doctor Melvin Moon, a world-renowned surgeon. Her mother, Petunia Moon, was a master of machines who specialized in building the most complex bots imaginable. Their work often took them out of the house for long periods of time. This left Montbretia to explore and wander the halls of the Moon Residence on her own, save for the Servo her mother crafted to take care of her. She would often spend this time in the attic, looking out at the night sky through her telescope. This caused Monty to develop a fascination with space and the thought of what else was out there. Monty had a peaceful upbringing, albeit a bit lonely, but appreciated every spare moment she could spend with her parents.

She lost them when she was only 17, in a tragic Ferry accident. This was extremely hard on her. She put all of the pain and heartbreak she was feeling into her studies, and graduated with a distinguished degree in Physics from Foxbury University. She was finally a scientist, and on her way to discovering all there was to know about the universe.

Shortly after, she ended up marrying her High School Sweetheart. She was ready to settle down and have a family of her own, so they began trying for a nooboo. They tried, and tried. They kept trying. Tests were run to determine what was causing their fertility issues. Unfortunately her husband had turned into a cold and unsupportive man at the best of times, so when it was finally confirmed that Monty was unable to conceive, he decided to leave. He just... walked out. This caused Montbretia to shut down. She was done. With everyone. Forever. She vowed to never let anyone into her life again.

Many years passed, and Montbretia became a recluse. At this point she barely left the Moon Residence. There was little to no chance of her developing an attachment to anyone if she never left. It was easier this way. She always told herself she was perfectly content living in this giant home all on her own until her final days..

Until, one fateful night, she wakes up due to a loud thud at her door and finds something at her doorstep... with multicolored skin, sparkling purple eyes and a big ol' spiky smile. Will the surprising arrival of an... alien nooboo! be able to help Montbretia break out of her deep depression? Will she be able to provide a safe and loving home for her new child?

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[samina-k]

Sims 4: Studio Ghibli Legacy Challenge

This will be a challenge based solely on Studio Ghibli movies! Well, some of them at least! This was made assuming that DLCs such as Vampires, Island Living and various others are owned by the player! If that is not the case, no problem! You can adjust the rules of the challenge depending on how you can play your game! If you have no StrangerVille but Get To Work instead then you can have Nausicaä become a police officer or scientist or even doctor instead! You are not bound by the rules if you do not have the necessary DLCs to go with for them! ❤

Gen 1: Nausicaä of the Valley of The Wind

Character: Nausicaä

„Warrior and pacifist Princess Nausicaä desperately struggles to prevent two warring nations from destroying themselves and their dying planet.“

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Good, Self-assured

Aspiration: StrangerVille Mystery

The 1st Generation of this Challenge will be based on Nausicaä! And what better way to show this strong princess‘ skills and help her prevent the destruction of two nations and her planet than to stop whatever is happeninv in StrangerVille?

Your Goal:

Despite being a princess, since this is the first generation you will start from the very bottom. You must first earn a reputation and have enough funds to even tackle the horrors that await you in the future. As such your mission is to…

- Make at least 5 friends and 1 best friend that you can only meet in StrangerVille.

- Raise your charisma skill to at least lvl 4, logic to lvl 3 and fitness to lvl 5

- Join the Military as a means to „gain access“ to the secret lab once you have reached those skill lvls

- Now you must uncover the secrets of StrangerVille and save the town

- Romance is optional, however, you must have one child to carry on the child.

- Raise the baby until it reaches the stage of a child and you can continue with Gen 2.

Gen 2: Castle in The Sky

Character: Sheeta

Extra Characters: Colonel Musk, Dola, Motro, Louis, Charles and Henri

„A young boy and a girl with a magic crystal must race against pirates and foreign agents in a search for a legendary floating castle.“

Traits: Paranoid (Child) -> Loner (Teen) -> Perfectionist (Young Adult)

Aspiration: Whiz Kid (Child) -> Archaeology Scholar (Teen/Young Adult)

Your Goal:

Originally you grew up alongside your mother Nausicaä, however, tragedy would soon strike when you became an orphan and were left to fend for yourself at your home in StrangerVille… until you were captured by a man known as Colonel Muska and taken away by him from your home. As such, growing up in such a situation is not easy at all and your goal is to change these things!

- You will spend a long time growing up under Colonel Muska’s watchful eye. As such you are unable to leave the house unless it is together with him or when you have to go to school.

- You are unable to make any friends nor can you use a phone or pc to communicate with the outside world. If you are caught by Colonel Muska, he and Sheeta will have to argue about it.

- As a child you should do your best to max out your Mental or Creativity Skill since it is otherwise hard to max out Motor and Social skills with Colonel Musk around.

- Once you have maxed out one of these skills (or both) things seem to slowly get better when the „Dola Gang“ finally appear in the hideout Colonel Musk has kept you hidden for so long. You must either approach Dola, her husband Motro or one of her sons (Louis, Charles or Henri), once you have done so, they will take you away and take you to their home.

- Due to them all being in the Criminal Career, you should still work hard to befriend all of them. Which means you should socialize with each one of the Dola Gang members and become close to them.

- Once you become a teen and have won over the trust of the Dola Gang (maxed relationship with all of them), you can finally travel to Selvadorada with them because as it turns out you are the key to exploring the various secrets the ruins there hold. Your new goal is to explore all of Selvadorada (or „Laputa“ if we want to stay close to Studio Ghibli with the name) and uncover all the truths about it there are.

- Max out the Archeaology Aspiration and you have completed the main goals of this generation.

- To carry on the legacy, help Sheeta find love and have two daughters with them.

Gen 3: My Neighbor Totoro

Character: Satsuki (Older Sister), Mei (Younger Sister)

„When two girls move to the country to be near their ailing mother, they have adventures with the wondrous forest spirits who live nearby.“

Traits: Neat, Hot-headed, Family-Oriented (Satsuki) & Childish, Goofball, Cheerful (Mei)

Aspiration: Inner Peace (Satsuki) & Friend of the Animals (Mei)

Your Goal:

This time it will be a little harder because this Generation will be centered around two characters. You will be playing both Satsuki and Mei from „My Neighbor Totoro“. However, their challenge only starts once Satsuki is a young adult and Mei is a teen or also a young adult - you get to decide which age Mei should have for this.

- Growing up under the loving care of your parents, both you and your sister are finally ready to tackle life. However, things are not always as easy and simple as they seem. As such, you begin your journey moving out of your family home together and move to a new lot which must have the traits Spooky, Island Spirits and Gnomes.

- Due to Mei being a Childish Sim, whenever you play as Satsuki you have to make sure that she is taken care of well. As such you have to make sure to use your funds well to help Satsuki complete Mei’s whims at times – only the ones based on positive moods that have to do with buying things or are related to spending time with Satsuki.

- You should ensure that both sisters enjoy a fun activity together outside of their home on other lots at least twice every week minimum!

- Mei loves animals greatly, so whenever you come across one playing as her or see one nearby, make sure she befriends them. Once she has befriended at least three animals she can begin adopting two animals which are meant to represent Totoro and Catbus.

- Both Mei and Satsuki must interact with the ghosts and Island spirits on their lot whenever they come across them. While Satsuki will behave more warily at first, both she and Mei should eventually grow to befriend them.

- Because of her hot-headed nature, make sure that Satsuki completes her aspiration so she can also find time to relax and enjoy herself. Mei’s can also be completed, however, that one is optional.

- Due to the sisters being very close, if one of them finds a romantic interest you cannot control how the other sister interacts with that Sim. If they do not like the partner of their sister, then you can either only help that Sim and the specific sister get along with only Satsuki or Mei (depending on who is currently seeing someone) or have to risk there being slight issues in the future.

- Once all that is done, you can choose either Mei or Satsuki to continue on the legacy!

Gen 4: Kiki’s Delivery Service

Character: Kiki

„A young witch, on her mandatory year of independent life, finds fitting into a new community difficult while she supports herself by running an air courier service.“

Traits: Adventerous, Outgoing, Ambitious

Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery

Your Goal:

As a young witch in the making it is not easy to finally move out of home and start making a living with your magic skills! However, you are not someone to easily give up and as such you start your journey on becoming a powerful witch that everyone can rely on when they need you to deliver a potion or two to them.

- Make sure that Kiki is registered as Self-Employed and that as a „Witch“ upon moving to her new place and then proceed to get her a black cat named Jiji as your familiar.

- Living now in your new home, it is time for you to figure out how to make a living as a witch. Make sure to continously raise your skills as a Spellcaster, start making potions and lvl up your skills as a Medium.

- Make sure to befriend at least one of your new neighbors until you are close friends.

- Ensure you have a table to sell your potions with anywhere you go, this will be your means to earn money. As such it is necessary to safe your earnings rather than spend them too soon.

- Once you have enough money, get a broom to travel with considering it is one of Kiki’s key features and only further helps establish you as a witch.

- You have to make at least 20k Simoleons from selling your potions, only then will you have established yourself as a proper Witch in Kiki’s neighborhood.

- Now it is time to befriend another Spellcaster. Try to find one and get close to them and help each other grow more in terms of magic and power.

- After having finally become the witch you’ve always aspired to be, it is time to continue the legacy! It is not mandatory for Kiki to have a partner, but it is an option.

Gen 5: Whisper of The Heart

Character: Shizuku

„A love story between a girl who loves reading books, and a boy who has previously checked out all of the library books she chooses.“

Traits: Bookworm, Music Lover (Teen)

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Your Goal:

In this generation you will be playing Shizuku – the protagonist of „Whisper of The Heart“ – and your ultimate goal is to write a novel and even lyrics to a song. However, you will also end up finding love with someone you may have not gotten along well with at first.

- Shizuku enjoys books greatly, as such she must read at least one book every day.

- Singing and writing are important skills Shizuku will need to accomplish her goals. She must first max out both of these skills before you can proceed with the next step.

- Upon maxing out the Singing skill, it is time to write a song – can also just be a children’s book – and name it „Country Roads“ because that was the song Shizuku wrote alternative lyrics to in the movie.

- After that begin to write a novel called „Whisper of The Heart“, however, if Shizuku stops to do other things in the middle of it you cannot make her stop. You can only write on the novel when she herself is currently not doing anything else.

- Due to this also being a love story, make sure to also be on the lookout for Shizuku’s future love interest. What is important for them is that they need to be skilled at playing the Violin like her actual love interest – Seiji – in the movie.

- However, just like in the movie, your relationship will first be off on a rocky start: Both of them must start off on slightly bad terms at first, then become friends and finally you can start to help them become lovers. But this mustn’t happen in just a single day. Make sure they dislike each other at first, then have it stay like that for a day, proceed to use the next few Sim days to make them friends and then you can start to have them fall in love.

- After having gone on two dates with your new love interest, you can finally start dating them.

- The final goal left is to now complete Shizuku’s aspiration for good.

- Once she and her partner have grown up as young adults you can continue on with their romance, have them get married and proceed to carry on the legacy.

Gen 6: Princess Mononoke

Character: Ashitaka

Extra Character: San (Mononoke)

„On a journey to find the cure for a Tatarigami's curse, Ashitaka finds himself in the middle of a war between the forest gods and Tatara, a mining colony. In this quest he also meets San, the Mononoke Hime.“

Traits: Good, Proper, Active

Aspiration: Good Vampire

Your Goal:

You might perhaps be wondering why the aspiration is „Good Vampire“… And that is where the curse Ashitaka finds himself with comes in. So, shall we get to what you must do in this generation?

- Before the „curse“ situation begins, it is first time to gain some skills! Make sure your fitness skill is at least lvl 5 and your charisma is lvl 4!

- Once you have done so, study as much as you can about vampires until there is nothing new anymore for you to learn.

- Now it is time to go out and truly meet these creatures of the night… and unwillingly get turned into one yourself.

- Upon becoming a vampire, your goal as Ashitaka is basically to regain your humanity – or at least what’s left of it. As such you must now begin to complete the Aspiration.

- During your journey you will also end up meeting a human girl you will come to know as San who was raised by an occult Sim – can also be a random Sim or someone else, the character of San is completely optional. Make sure to get to know them and perhaps even fall in love.

- Knowing how many evil vampires there are in the world, it is time to change things for the better. Make sure to become the most powerful vampire and rule them into times of peace!

- After you have done this, you must carry on the legacy. However, this can only be done with a human child in this case. If you have vampire children then you must continue to have more until a human child is born – if necessary adoption is also possible.

Gen 7: Spirited Away

Character: Chihiro (Child)

Extra Character: Yubaba

„During her family's move to the suburbs, a sullen 10-year-old girl wanders into a world ruled by gods, witches, and spirits, and where humans are changed into beasts.“

Traits: Gloomy or Self-assured

Aspiration: Optional

Your Goal:

This is a generation that will solely focus on your experiences as a child. Now that you are Chihiro, it is time to further delve into the world of the occult in the world of Sims. And since you have gotten „spirited away“ it is time for you and your family to take this journey to Glimmerbrook.

- This Gen is a little more easy… depending on how you play. Because you will be moved out of your family’s home and be put under the care of a Spellcaster – can be the character Yubaba.

- Now under that Spellcaster’s care, you must work hard in order to protect and save your parents from an otherwise cruel fate at the hands of that Sim. As such you have to ensure to do as many chores as possible in the house and avoid getting negative reactions from the Spellcaster.

- Due to there not being the option for running a bathhouse, the Spellcaster will instead run a restaurant or a store. Your character will always come along to that place, even if it means neglecting homework etc. There you have to speak with customers and ensure they all have fun at the restaurant.

- Despite it being hard to do homework, you must still do well in school. You also have to max out all skills as a child along with completing the aspiration you chose for Chihiro.

- Once that is done you can finally leave the Spellcaster one day before Chihiro becomes a teenager and be reunited with your parents.

- After this you are free to play however you want.

Optional Generations:

- Howl’s Moving Castle:

Create Sophie and Howl. Ensure Howl is a powerful Spellcaster and help Sophie find her place in the world by opening a store with her that allows her to sell clothes or flowers. They must both first complete different aspirations before then both complete the Soulmate aspiration together.

- Ponyo:

Create a mermaid and name her Ponyo. Her ultimate goal is to live among humans after falling in love with one of them. Help her befriend as many humans as possible, experience human life to the fullest and perhaps even help her also save the Ocean by cleaning up Sulani!

Hope this challenge will be fun for you folks! 👌❤

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[koulakoukoula2003]

are you going to have a part 4 for the Missing you story?

Of course! Sorry, it took me long to answer. I'm in Greece and things had been insane here lately, but I've had this in my drafts for a while, so, here it is ❤

Missing You: Pt. 4 (Levi x Reader)

Pairing: Levi x Y/n, Levi x You, Levi x OC, Levi x Reader, Zeke x Reader (mentioned), Hange Zoe x Moblit Berner

Genre: Plot, Action, Angst, Drama

Trigger Warnings: Mention of Past Rape/NonCon, Mention of Human Experimentation/Torture, Canon-Typical Violence

Summary: After being brainwashed and experimented on and turned into Marley's best soldier, Levi, your husband, and his squad finally find you and bring you back home.

You have no memory of him, your marriage, the brats of his squad that before all of this, you had raised them like a true mother should. He finally found you, but you're so close yet so far.

Word Count: 6,110

A/N: This mini-series is an arc from an original Levi x OC fanfic on mine that you can read here. This is the Abduction Arc that you can read the entirety of it here. Feel free to reblog and comment below. There's going to be a final Part 5. It takes place in an AU where everything's the same except nobody died in the Battle of Shiganshina.

Part 1 >>> Part 2 >>> Part 3 >>> Part 4 >>> Part 5

Everybody had somebody waiting for them at the train station. Worried wives trying to desperately make sure that their husbands were alive. Those brats in the warrior unit had their parents. Zeke had his grandparents. Braun had his mother. The other warriors had their other relatives and so on.

Y/n had no one there, waiting for her. She looked around her, at the wounded men that resided in a nearby hospital. She raised an eyebrow when she locked eyes with a man that somehow felt familiar. No. He was no man. He was a boy. A nineteen-year-old at most. He had green piercing eyes and long hair. She could have sworn, she had seen those eyes before.

She snapped out of it. Fuck this. She didn’t give a single fuck about who that boy was. Her ride to hell had just arrived. A car with an Enhanced driver that was going to make sure she wouldn’t resist. Y/n left the train station after tossing her suitcase beside her in the backseats of the car and she stared out of the window. She crossed her legs and she focused on the passing buildings. It was only a few minutes away that they were out of the City. The car now, heading to the familiar forest where the underground Research Facility was. That cursed place she had spent one year in.

She swallowed all the breakdowns that she wanted to have. All the panic attacks. She silenced her quickening breathing and she faced her uncle like she had to. Call it another enhancement. He had promised it to her.

She hated every single second he had her tied down. Don’t scream, don’t shout, don’t show they’re hurting you. There’s no room for weakness. She hated every single chemical he released into her body once again. It burned beneath her flesh. Lancets dug deep into her skin, but Y/n had learned to be quiet. Don’t scream, don’t shout, don’t show they’re hurting you she repeated this to herself and no struggling showed on her face. No shouting, no screaming, no wincing, no whimpering, no begging. She was an obedient, cooperative little test-subject. She didn't really have a choice. There’s no room for weakness. If she showed weakness, they’d keep her in this hell for another week or a month.

She didn’t want any more enhancements. She was enough of a monster, she didn’t want to lose that little humanity left into her. Who am I kidding? There was not even a single ounce of humanity left into her. She wished she had died. Yesterday on that beach. She wished she had died. But death was a luxury that she couldn’t afford. Not there.

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Alarms resounded. A loud and piercing repeated sound. The lights switched to a dark red and suddenly it was dark to see. The scientist recognised the protocol of the building’s current state. Somebody had breached. An enemy. But who? Could it be spies from the enemy alliances? Everything he had in this base were precious test subjects and precious chemicals and techniques that the world had yet to see. Malcolm would not be surprised if the spies had finally decided to make their move and steal his precious discoveries.

Alas, no other government was going to ever fund such a research. Marley’s thirst for dominance over the globe was exactly what started this war anyway. It earned him respect and money and reputation and all he had to do was feed Marley’s greed and in return Marley gave him the chance to experiment on magnificent test subjects and make a research unlike any other.

No. If someone could break into this base, they weren’t human.

The shrieks of his fellow scientists were what made him flinch in his place beneath his precious large lab counter. A man grabbed him by the shirt. Strong arms lifted him up from beneath his lab counter and held him in the air as if he weighed nothing. He looked down at the man who was holding him so tight with that furious look on his face that he instantly recognised. The deadly look of an Ackerman.

Malcolm laughed as he caught the man’s hands that were both clutching on his shirt. “An Ackerman! Yes! An Ackerman!” He said excitedly, completely ignoring the fact that he was the prey, and the man holding him was the predator ready to cut off his limbs one by one in the vilest, most painful ways he could think of. Malcom was absolutely certain he had a syringe there somewhere, on the counter behind him. His arm searched for it maniacally. “A sample! All I need is a small, little, tiny drop of blood! Yes…! Yes! A sample!”

Levi clicked his tongue. “You’ll get nothing from me,”

He growled as he tossed the overweight man to the other wall. Guards would be rushing there soon, but his and Hange’s squads would take care of that. The man was slammed against the wall and landed down on the floor. He stood back up right away and tried to run, but a dagger found his palm and pinned it on the wall. The man screamed in pain.

“I’ll make it fast and clear,” Levi grabbed another dagger from his outfit and approached the man with heavy footsteps. He grabbed the man by those greying black hair and slammed his head against the wall. Levi stabbed his other dagger on the man’s shoulder, pinning him on the wall, and the man cried out again. Oh- but Levi was going to be generous today and he was going to use all the daggers he had gathered from the HQ.

Malcolm chuckled, ignoring his bleeding palm, and his bleeding shoulder. A fist landed on his face. Head fell on the side but Levi grabbed him by the shirt again and punched him again, and again. His knee found his stomach with a harsh strike that left him breathless. Levi grabbed his other hand and grabbed another dagger from his belt.

He pressed the sharp blade against the man’s thumb. “One finger for a wrong answer. I’m going to cut all ten of your fingers, and then I’ll head for the eyes, the teeth, the ears. You won’t need any of them by the time I send you to hell,”

“Perfect… such a perfect specimen you could be-”

The man shrieked in pain when Levi cut off his thumb. “Where is Y/n Ackerman?! Where is my wife?!” Levi growled as he slammed the man against the wall again.

Malcolm chuckled. “Ackerman? You’re Levi Ackerman, her husband, aren’t you? I see now… this is how I mistook her to be an Ackerman and took her in. Though, I have no right to complain… she has been such an obedient little rat. There’s not many chances for a scientist to experiment on a L/n,”

Levi couldn’t believe this. They thought Y/n was an Ackerman. They thought she had Ackerman blood and that was exactly why they had set out to abduct her. They needed to experiment on an Ackerman if they were to make a soldier stronger than an Ackerman. It was his name that had doomed his Y/n to become a test subject. It was his name that got her in this god-forsaken base where she knew nothing but pain and despair. Levi felt guilt and regret unlike he’d ever felt before.

There was no way he could contain any of his anger now. Levi cut off his fingers. One by one with rough movements that left the man screaming at the top of his lungs. Levi grunted as he stabbed his dagger on the palm of his fingerless hand, pinning that hand on the wall as well. Bastard.

He took out another dagger and pointed it on the man’s one eye. “Last chance,” He threatened.

“W- Wait! She’s here! She’s here! On the next lab from this one! A- And I have her files! It’s all detailed! Subject #7305! You’ll find her files in that bookcase!” He pointed weakly at a bookcase across the room with the hand that still had fingers on.

Levi rushed to the bookcase and read fast on the labels of all leathered black folders. Subject #7305. He pulled out the folder and found her picture on the first page. That bastard wasn’t lying after all. Subject #7305. Levi gritted his teeth. It was repulsive to think that they had set a number to discriminate his beloved, precious little Y/n. Levi tossed the folder in his bag and he approached the man who was now bleeding on various places. He pressed a dagger to his throat.

“Now, you’re gonna tell me exactly how to burn this place down and everyone in it,”

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He moved fast. The self-destruction protocol was about to go off. Hange had set off to bring the blimp with Onyankopon. They were their only way out of here. Levi kicked a door open and rushed in. And there she was. His eyes widened. He barely recognised her. Her skin, pale and filled with cuts and bruises and some parts replaced with a material that he couldn’t recognise. His heart thrummed hard beneath his chest and he felt numb, but he knew he had to hurry.

She was tied down on a metallic table by leather. She was unconscious. There were bowls filled with blood and samples, and lancets and utensils. It looked horrible. He didn’t even want to imagine what they had done to his precious Y/n. But it was alright now. He had found her. After three whole years. He had found her. She was safe now.

He unbuckled the leather cuffs from around her swollen wrists and he unhooked the cables from her body, before he picked her up. She was so thin, so much weight she had lost, her wrists were so small, her fingers, so thin, her face pale. Her skin, cold to the touch. It terrified him. He cupped her face. She was limp.

He carried her out of there, fast.

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Levi hated it. He just hated it. His Y/n wasn’t some rat to tie down and lock in a cage with no chance to stand up or walk out until she was given the permission to. He stared at her through the large window that showed what was happening in the room that they currently had her in. She was still unconscious. Her wrists and feet were cuffed to the bed. Mikasa and Sasha had helped him change her clothes to one of her white baggy gowns that she’d usually wear when she’d go to sleep. They had managed to reach the Survey Corps HQ just in time.

Hange and Moblit had just finished taking blood samples and they walked out of the room finding the Levi Squad, Erwin and Levi waiting outside.

“We got all we could,” Hange said. “We’ll run tests and let you guys know,”

“I know you’ll hate what I’m about to suggest, but…” Moblit sighed. He hated it too. “…we don’t know whether those cuffs can keep her restrained. I’d suggest we keep her locked up for now,”

Erwin nodded. “Absolutely,”

Levi’s eyes widened. “What the hell?!” He cried out as he turned to his Commander.

“I don’t think we should lock her in, I- I mean, she’s already cuffed, right?” Connie said as he turned at Erwin as well.

“I hate it as much as you do,” Erwin sighed heavily as he turned and looked at her through the window. She was covered in the white bedsheets of the bed and she was cuffed against it, and he hated it. “But according to our intel, she has been fighting in Marley’s wars two years now, which means her loyalty lies to Marley. Which makes her our enemy,”

Sasha’s, Connie’s, Mikasa’s and Jean’s eyes widened. Levi clicked his tongue. “We do not differ from those damn Marleyans if we lock her up in a cage and run tests on her,” Levi reasoned.

“I know,” Erwin admitted.

“But, guys, think about it,” Armin caught their attention. “The first thing they do to this type of soldiers is wipe away their memories. She does not recognise us. She does not remember us,”

“Which is why we need to run tests on her,” Hange reasoned. “We’ll read her files that Levi brought and figure out some way to bring her memories back,”

“How can you be so sure you’ll be able to do that?” Mikasa asked worriedly.

“We’re not sure,” Moblit sighed. “But we ought to try,”

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He didn’t know how long it had been since the last time he was sitting there like this. Levi had settled a chair nearby her bed and he was sitting down. He had taken a book to read to spend the night, but he just couldn’t pay any attention to the words that were laid down on the pages. All he could focus on, was her. Her black hair were messily smashed between her head and the white pillows that Hange had settled beneath her head. Soft breaths escaped her nostrils. Her eyes, closed.

Levi had seen the scars when he changed her into her gown. He had seen the bruises that were undoubtedly laid down on her skin by injections and needles and tubes. Parts of her skin were cut and scarred and replaced with a material that he had never before seen. She had more scars than he had. Her wrists were bruised. Her legs were bruised. And yet, they were still putting cuffs around both wrists and legs, only deepening the bruises and creating a dark purple mess on her white skin.

She was paler than before. Her body, too thin. She had lost so much weight, it genuinely worried him. Did she not eat at all during her time in Marley? And he’d never forget that look in her eyes. She was so determined to kill him just a few hours back. Her eyes were no longer that bright blue that he had fallen in love with. It was a terrifying dark crimson that he had never seen before on anybody. She was so strong. Her body may have looked so small and thin and weak but she was so unnaturally strong. They had really made a monster of her.

Levi pressed his elbows on his lap and buried his face in his hands. He rubbed his aching forehead. He was tired, but he couldn’t afford to sleep. Not now that he had found her. He had refused to leave her side. If they were really planning to lock her into a room like an animal in a cage, then he’d stay in that cage too. There was no way he was leaving her alone in there. So he was right there, locked in that room with her till morning would rise. He had barely convinced Hange to give him a spare key that he had tucked in his pocket. The lights were on and he had decided to keep it that way.

Hange and Moblit had been working on her all day, trying to do anything they could to bring back her memories. She could either wake up and attack him any moment, or she could wake up and be his sweet Y/n. He kept his guard up, but part of him refused to believe it. His Y/n probably would wake up and would want to kill him. She wanted to attack him and slice his throat and she would laughat the sight of him bleeding to death.

He didn’t want to believe that his Y/n wasn’t there. After three years of being utterly desperate to find her. He had found her now, but she wasn’t really here. She was right there on the bed just a few inches away from him. But she wasn’t there.

So close yet so far from his reach.

It broke his heart. It really did because he didn’t know whether she’d be coming back. He didn’t know whether Hange and Moblit were going to bring her back to him. His hand reached for his shirt. He pressed his fingers on top of that bump that her ring made beneath his shirt on his chest. He had it tied on a rope around his neck for so long. He didn’t know when he’d get the chance to push it up her finger. He didn’t know if he’d ever get that chance. He had never taken off his own. Not even when everybody was positive that she was dead. Even if she had died, he would still refuse to take it off. And he hadn’t, not once ever since the day they got married.

He thought back to that day. It was a wonderful warm morning. No dresses, no suits. Just you, me and our brats he had told her. He was so happy back then. He had broken her heart so many times afterwards, but she never left him. His Y/n loved him. His Y/n longed for his touches, his kisses, his arms around her.

He wanted to lie beside her. He wanted to pull her in his arms and have her nuzzle right there. He wanted to feel the tip of her nose tickling his neck. Her warm, soft breaths would brush down his skin and her arms would be so tight around him. Her fingers and her short transparent clean nails would clutch on his clothes and she’d only want him closer.

Alas, now if he tried that, she’d snap his neck.

“So, it’s you, isn’t it?”

Her voice snapped him out of it. Levi tensed up, but did not show it. His eyes snapped back up at her own. He was surprised she wasn’t trying to break free.

“Levi Ackerman…” She sighed and she looked up on the white ceiling. “…you were her husband, right?”

You were herhusband? He raised an eyebrow. “I still am,”

She laughed. Her head rolled back against her pillows as she sighed and closed her eyes. Her smile did not fade. “You can’t be the husband of a dead woman,”

“She’s not dead,” He persisted and she opened her eyes looking back at his own.

That man looked so damn indifferent. So damn strong and ruthless. A small smirk spread on her lips. Was he the one who scared people around here? There was always a scary one in a place, wasn’t there? She wasn’t surprised that Y/n Ackerman had married him. He was a handsome man. Short, but she was shorter so she couldn’t say she minded that.

“Come closer,” She said, confident that he would comply. She groaned in irritation when he didn’t. This man radiated with power and authority. There was no way he could be as obedient as Zeke had been. She rolled her eyes. “I’m cuffed, I can’t snap your neck, even though I’d love to, I promise,” She laughed to her own sick little joke.

Levi ignored her and he turned his attention back on the book that he had settled in his lap which he had neglected for far too long. She huffed in utter irritation. It was getting boring. She needed something occupy herself with or else her mind would start to wander on things that she didn’t want to think about.

“Is that book more interesting than me?”

“Quite,”

She groaned. This man was unbelievable. She just wanted a nice fuck. Is that too much for a poor woman to ask around here?

“Alright then, if you don’t come to me, I’ll come to you,”

Y/n jerked her feet and hands off their restraints. The cuffs broke easily with a soft click. She knew she could break free. The metal wasn’t thick enough, and even if it was, she’d just have to add a little more strength. She pushed off the bedsheets and stood up. She looked down at that lame gown with a frown.

“I loathe gowns and skirts and dresses. They disgust me,” She growled.

Hands caught her own before she even knew it. Her back was slammed against the white cemental wall and the air was knocked out of her. Her wrists, pinned on the wall at the level of her eyes. His fingers were tight around her wrists. His eyes looked down at her with that same indifference -oh- but she could tell, there was so much more that he was feeling and he was trying to keep hidden. His breath brushed warm down her chin.

She laughed amusingly. “Look at you, being a good obedient little boy and doing as I ask,”

“Shut your shitty little mouth before I make you,” Levi snarled. He was furious. A good obedient little boy. Nobody had ever had the guts to call him that. It set his nerves on fire.

“Make me?” She asked mockingly. She leaned closer till their lips were touching.

Those silver, sharp eyes were captivating, she had to give him that. What wouldn’t she give to watch them flutter closed whilst he’d beg for her to ride his cock. Oh- this one would be very sexy whilst begging. She leaned closer till her lips found his ear. Her teeth caught his earlobe and Levi gritted his teeth to hold back any sounds. He tried his best to hold back any indication of how much he was enjoying this. He hadn’t allowed himself to get this close to a woman ever since she had been abducted,

She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth before she let it go with a soft pop. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m the one pulling the strings here,” Before he could react to her words, she caught his lips in her own.

Men were all the same. All men wanted one thing. It was one very deep and unseen, craftily hidden desire. They wanted to be dominated. They wanted to be taken care of. And once somebody shows up to take care of them, they cling onto that someone like a helpless little vine searching for a pole to wrap itself around on so that it can stand.

Oh darling- this one was no exception.

She tasted the whiskey on his tongue. The liquor was heavy in his breath, his lips. It was intoxicating. His taste was familiar and she knew she shouldn’t be surprised. Y/n Ackerman had probably explored that pretty little mouth with her tongue way too many times.

Levi groaned as her tongue lapped boldly against his own. He had missed this. Oh God- he had missed it more than he could fathom. Her sweet taste spread on his tongue and he sighed. There was something else too though. It was a familiar smell that would fill his nostrils whenever he entered those pubs back in Marley in search for intel. Cigarettes.

Levi snapped himself out of it right away. Their eyes met and a string of saliva was connecting their lips from the messy kiss that she had just pulled him in. His Y/n had never kissed him that boldly. She would always be the one to submit in that little battle for dominance that their tongues would be locked at. But this was the first time she had stood her ground. She had stood her ground against him so damn easily.

Levi pulled back from the kiss right away. His grip around her wrists had slightly loosened but he tightened his grip on her right away. “You’ve been smoking,” He pointed out as he looked down at those bright red eyes, but for a moment, he could have sworn he saw his Y/n in the slightly hazed look that she gave him. It was the look she’d give him after every single kiss they’d share. He had missed it. Oh God- he had missed it.

“You’ve been drinking,” She pointed out for him. She chuckled. “Haven’t had a little bit of alcohol in a while,”

She needed more. She was kissing him again before he knew it. She groaned in his mouth. He was a feisty one. Trying to take the dominance from her. She was going to fight for it. Her tongue stood its ground and he groaned in her mouth as well. Good. She wanted to elicit all kinds of sounds from him. She suckled on his tongue, trapping it between her lips and gathering all the liquor that lingered there. It was like chugging down a bottle of a thirty-year-old whiskey and it tasted exquisite.

His arms let go of her own and slipped around her. He picked her up before she knew it. His arms slipped beneath her rear and her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing her wet heat against this crotch in just the right place. He hissed against her mouth, but she continued kissing him and there was something so intoxicating about the nicotine on her tongue, in her breath. Her fingers found his hair. Long black nails scratched a little harsher on his undercut. Fingers clenched painfully in his hair knocking another groan out of him that vibrated through her mouth.

She rolled her body against his crotch once, twice, thrice. Her needy core rubbed against him shamelessly whilst they kissed wildly and he knocked her body against the wall once more.

This was wrong. This was so damn wrong, he had to snap out of it. She was the enemy at this point. He shouldn’t be right there, trying to fuck the enemy. But damn her for those little mewls and whimpers and moans that she let out against his lips with every single stroke that she made with her body against his aching bulge. He was as desperate and as needy as ever. Three years now, he hadn’t allowed himself to do anything with anyone until he’d find his wife. And there she was, being such a fucking brat. She knew exactly how to make a man needy and desperate. And this one- this one… she was going to make this one beg. She was hell-bent onto listening to those little pleading sounds spilling out from those pale lips that she had suckled on so insatiably.

But Levi Ackerman wasn’t one to submit. He wasn’t one to give in to a woman no matter who that woman may be. He just had to teach this brat a fucking lesson. His wife had been away from home for far too long. It was time he reminded her who the fuck was in charge here. It was time he let her know, that the one on their knees, begging for stimulation would be her and her alone. He had the upper hand. He always had it. His Y/n had always been beneath him.

She was going to be beneath him once more. And she’d have no choice but to take it and like it. I’m the one pulling the strings here. Oh darling- if she thought as much, then she wasn’t as smart as he thought she was.

He slammed her body back down to the bed. Y/n gasped. He had done this far rougher than he was intending to. The bed creaked and its legs nearly threatened to break right then and there. But it wiped that infuriating little smug smirk off her face, and he did not regret manhandling her like this one bit. He climbed on the bed on top of her, slipping between her legs. His hands found her thighs, her waist, her hands.

She laughed in amusement. It drove him insane. Her hands reached down to rub his cock from above his pants, but he caught those damn hands with one of his own. His other arm reached for his belt, unbuckling skilfully and he jerked it out of his pants. He tied the cold, black leather around her wrists, tight enough to hurt. She squirmed.

This wasn’t so fun anymore. She hated leather restraints. They were far too difficult to break out from. That belt, she could break free from it easily, but her uncle used leather whilst he’d tie her down. And the pressure was just as tight. She chuckled but this time, it wasn’t amusement. It was bitterness.

“Is this how you treated her? She was your sweet little submissive Y/n, wasn’t she?” She asked, trying her best to keep her composure and that smug little smile on her face, but the tighter he held her, the more she failed.

He pinned both her tied wrists on top of her head with one arm. The other was digging bruises on her thigh, pushing up on her gown and revealing more and more of the scarred, imperfect flesh. She winced beneath his bruising touch and her smile threatened to fade away. It was coming back to her all over again. Those soldiers guarding her cell would hold her down exactly like this. One would keep her restrained while the other… the other-

She was breathing hard now. She was panicking. Stop! Her mind screamed at her. Say something… stop him! And then it all started to come back to her. “Well… no wonder she died… she was too tired begging for you to come rescue her,”

Her voice cracked and Levi’s eyes widened. He pulled his hand away from her thigh and he looked up at her with wide, shocked eyes. She had flipped them over before he knew it. She grunted at the excess effort she put into untying the leather from around her wrists. She tossed it away immediately and she straddled him. She caught his hands and made sure she kept them away from her body as she hovered on top of him. Warm, salty tears spilled down his cheeks from her eyelids.

“Please stop, she begged them. She begged and begged, and in the nights, after her guards would be finished having their way with her, she’d lie on the cold floor of her cell and she’d imagine it was you,” Things were coming back to her. Oh God- it was painful. No wonder she had shut everything out. “Please, Levi, please come take me out of here she’d say. But you never came, and she died, can you blame her?! She couldn’t take any more of it and she died and she left mebehind. She left a monster behind, forced to do unspeakable things the past two years all for the sake of protecting her, but can you blame her?!”

She was burying her face in his chest now. Her fingers clutched on his shirt and she wept loudly against it. She had lost the count of tears that streamed down her cheeks and wettened his shirt and made a mess on the black fabric. Her sobs threatened to leave her without air.

“Can you blame her?” She asked again but it came out in a silent whisper this time and she wasn’t addressing it to him. Rather, she was asking this to herself. No. She couldn’t blame Y/n Ackerman for losing the will to be good.

She couldn’t blame Y/n Ackerman from abandoning her adoration for children, and skirts, and forgetting the precious family that she was torn from, and forgetting the husband that she had so much cherished. She couldn’t blame Y/n Ackerman for forgetting the fact that there were people who loved her on the other side of the sea. She had Eren, Mikasa, Jean Connie, Sasha, Armin, Historia, Hange, Moblit, Levi, Erwin. She had forgotten these all because they never came for her. She forgot them, because for three years, they had let her suffer through this all. They had let her become the monster she now was, and it was too late to come back from that.

“You abandoned me…” She whispered shakily against his chest. “…all of you,”

Pain. Regret. That’s all that Levi felt.

“…after her guards would finish having their way with her…”

Pain.

“…she’d lie on the cold floor and pretend it was you…”

Pain. Pain. Pain.

Tears slipped down his cheeks.

“But you never came, so she died. Can you blame her?”

“Can you blame her?!”

He had nothing to blame but himself. It was all his fault. They had used his Y/n. They had used her for their experiments. They had used her for their pleasure. They had used her for their wars. They had used her for her mind, for their plans and they had stolen it all from her. They had stolen her freedom, her dignity, her pride, her humanity. They had stolen the fact that she was his.

And he was to blame for that because he was so damn weak to protect her that day. Because it had taken him so damn long to find her. It took him so damn long take her out of the depths of hell where she became a devil. She was his sweet, little innocent angel, and now she had become a devil, and he was to blame for it all. Those nights she spent crying and begging for her torment to stop. He was never there to stop it and pull her out of there. He was never to pull her into his arms and hold her safe and warm.

Levi pulled her now in his arms, but he knew he was too late. There was no changing anything now. He just buried his face in her hair and he parted his lips to apologise -even though he knew that an apology wasn’t near as enough- but she pulled away from him right away.

“No! Don’t touch me!” She shouted and she made a couple of steps away from him till her back found the wall and she slipped down on her bum. She gathered her legs against her chest and she sat there, weeping and crying against her arms. “You’re no different… than those soldiers… guarding my cell,”

Her words felt like daggers digging through his skin and tearing out his heart and cutting it to pieces. You’re no different than those soldiers guarding my cell. She thought he was no different from the sick men who had been taking her against her will every night.

Levi felt like breaking down. He wanted to crash onto the wall and pull his hair out and start crying hysterically. They had done terrible things to his Y/n and it was his fault. They had treated his sweet little Y/n like this. He wanted to pick her up. He wanted to take her out of there and back into their room. Into the bed that they once shared and he hadn’t used ever since. He wanted to pull her in his arms and speak of all the apologies that he could muster even though he knew they wouldn’t be nearly enough to make up for everything that she had been through.

But she wouldn’t let him touch her. Don’t touch me! She had shouted at him and he knew she was terrified. She was terrified of men touching her. General Y/n Burgess didn’t have any problem with that. She would have jumped his bones if it was her, but now it wasn’t. Now it was his Y/n, seated and curled up on the floor. And he wouldn’t dare approach her. He couldn’t because she’d push him away, and having her pushing him away, was more painful than the entirety of those three years. Having her telling him these all, and having her shouting at him like that, was far more painful than the vilest of injuries that he had yet to endure.

Levi let her. He let her cry till she passed out. Till her head had rolled on her shoulder and her sobs died down. The tears on cheeks had dried off and her body relaxed against the cold marble floor. Levi approached hesitantly. He picked her up as gently as he could. As silently as he could. He didn’t want her to wake her up and have her push him away from her. He didn’t want her to squirm in his arms and beg him to let her sleep on the floor.

He settled her gently back down on her bed and covered her beneath the bedsheets. He wiped whatever remained of her tears and he looked down at her. He looked down at that tormented expression on her face. He leaned in and pressed a kiss on her forehead. He was going to take care of her now. Now that he had found her, he was going to protect her, and take back her pride and dignity for her.

A/N: Here it is! Please leave likes and comments below! Reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

#levi attack on titan #levi x you #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #aot fic #levi x oc #leviackerman #levi x y/n #levi x reader

[teameagleworks]

Besides woodworking, pen making, homeschooling, and surviving a worldwide pandemic, one of my big interests is gardening. As with everything in my life, I consider myself a novice.

I live in Michigan, which is an amazing place, but winter drags on. January/February feel brutal sometimes. I miss fresh veggies and playing in the dirt.

I occupy my brain by buying way too many seeds while snuggled under my unicorn blanket because I am, ahem, a 40 year old woman who has a unicorn blankie.

But, both my husband and my mother bought me something amazing for Christmas.

Little hydroponic farms! I have lettuce growing in January and I don't have to do anything except change the water once a week. This is only 3 weeks of growth. Weirdly the spinach isn't thriving, odd because it grows like a weed outdoors.

I find hydroponics so fascinating. As a child I vividly remember going to "The Land" at Disney and knowing at that moment I was going to become a scientist. I did actually become a scientist, I just retired early.

Do you garden? Even if it's just a little patio pot, I can't reccomend it enough. Something so soothing to the soul to watch life burst forth from a nurtured seed.

Don't forget to water yourself too ❤

[jmiacolt]

ocean scientists be like... yeah its still there 🤔

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click or open in new tab for better quality; texts under the cut.

worst babysitter: heyyyy claire bear just wanna warn you that your kid got into a bag of sugar earlier! have fun ❤

wifey 💘: gonna pick up your marshmallows on my way home. do we need anything else?

best sister-in-law 🏳️‍🌈: better get the guest room ready i’m flying in next week to visit ✌

husband dearest 💘: just got noah down for a nap, but el won’t stop singing baby shark... send help please

#*ajedits #oc: claire #i know my first edit of this template w her had her insta handle as drmorgan #but its fine bc i decided she made a personal account to keep that one all work and educational stuff for kiddos #worst babysitter is char's henry! #and starring tomato the cat and butternut the ferret #i mean shark #also this is before andy is born so its just el and noah asljkdf #and legally her surname is weiss by this point but she still uses morgan #anyway! love my baby hate tumblr im exhausted good night and don't eat me for how bad this is

[improbable-outset]

📄 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Married couple, Unprotected sex, SMUT, kissing, vaginal fingering, brief cum eating, tit sucking, giving Miguel a hand job while he explains the male anatomy 🫡 brief praises, body worship, eventual breeding kink, mentions of contraceptive pills, couple role play(?)

𝐀/𝐍: Is it me or has tumblr updated and it’s harder to use now?? Like I can’t move images like I used to?! Anyways this is inspired by c.ai again as well as one of my old mutuals fic (Salty if you see this, hey bestie!! That Doc fic examining player still lives rent free in my head!) Anyways, enjoy!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In an effort to make amends for neglecting Miguel, you dedicate a night to spend quality time together. However, Miguel has other ideas to make the evening unforgettable— using science.

Your joints clicked as you stood up from your work chair. You’ve finally finished your project that you’ve been putting your blood, sweat and tears into and sacrificed your sleeping schedule to complete.

Your body felt stiff and heavy from sitting in one place for so long. The apartment was quiet as expected to be at this late hour, amplifying the creaks of your joints.

You switched off the monitor before you left your office and plodded upstairs to the bedroom with heavy steps and slouching shoulders.

You found Miguel in the bedroom, engrossed in tinkering with his watch with only his sweatpants on and no shirt.

His eyes crinkled up as he sensed your presence. “There she is…”

You didn’t feel like you deserved his acknowledgment, let alone his affection, especially the way you’ve neglected him for your work the past few days.

He didn’t expect you to say anything back but he felt the weight of your solemn expression, “¿Estás bien?

You shake your head mutely in response, guilt washing over you. He stepped closer, closing the distance with a gentle stride. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

Your mouth was dry from the lack of fluids you’ve been avoiding, making your voice slightly hoarse “I’m sorry, I’ve been pushing you away.”

He lowered himself and held your chin with his thumb to tilt your head up so you would look at him. The gesture made your heart ache.

“Is that why you’re upset? You know I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come back to you mi alma,” he murmured.

Even if he did lower himself to be level with you, he still felt bigger. It made you feel protected, the way he towered over you with his large frame.

The holographic lamp illuminated the room, casting a gentle glow. With its subtle lighting you could see the crimson gleam from Miguel’s eyes, which melted the weight of your stress from the past few days and the newfound guilt.

You were glad the main light wasn’t on to flood the room with its sickening bright glow that would scream at you — your eyes needed a rest from the screen and the absence of flood lights gave that comfort you needed.

He leaned in to kiss you and you tiptoed to deepen the kiss. It felt refreshing, feeling his lips again— almost like an anchor that kept you grounded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist. His tongue teased your lips before slipping in, tasting you and you let him take his fill of you before pulling away.

“Miguel…” you breathed, hesitant to break the peace in the room.

“How about we shift our focus on a different kind of study.” He suggested. There was a lighthearted undertone in his sentence that you tried to articulate.

You cocked your brow inquisitively until you remembered Miguel’s background in the science field. “Study? As in science?”

“Science is such a broad term. Let’s start with biology and anatomy,”

You heart stuttered in both anticipation and excitement along with your core already throbbing. You could already sense where this was going as soon as you heard anatomy. The atmosphere felt charged guided by the intimate spirit of Miguel’s proposal.

He lifted you up before gently placing you on the bed.

Being a skilled geneticist, Miguel seized every opportunity to share random biology facts, particularly in the most unexpected moments with you.

It was one of the many things you found attractive about him, especially seeing him being so engrossed in explaining things to you in a way you would understand. It made the complexities of biology feel like an intimate and shared journey.

But you’ve never seen him act like this before sex. Perhaps he was trying something new to keep the spark alive.

“How about we remove your clothes.” His hands hiked up beneath your shirt as he spoke.

“Is this part of the biology teaching?” You asked.

“Let’s just say it’s part of the more practical application.” He removed your shirt and your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. “And you’re the specimen.”

You were amused with where this was going, seeing Miguel’s professional act starting to surface. A scientist eager to teach (and please).

You felt him run his hand over your neck. Spots of goosebumps rose on your skin from the cool air in the room.

“Your skin is so soft…” He murmured into your sensitive skin, making you shiver.

Another advantage of being married to a geneticist was that Miguel knew all the sensitive areas on the body and what made you tick. Even before you did anything together, he was aware of all the areas that could arouse a woman.

His lips grazed over your collarbone, trailing down to where it meets the shoulders.

“The collarbone is connected to your shoulders by the supraclavicular ligament,” he explained softly. He kissed the soft skin around the area.

“Suprac—clavic—ular ligament—” Each syllable accelerated in pitch as you tried to repeat after him.

His hand reached behind your back to unclip your bra before slipping them off, one strap at a time.

Your breasts were now fully exposed and he reached over and cupped one with his large hands.

“The breasts are a collection of organs that play an important role in the reproduction of human females, amor. They are key to producing milk,” He kissed along your chest until he reached the valley between the two breasts.

“They also serve to attract a sexual partner…which seems to be working on us.”

You didn’t expect him to lick the skin where his lips hovered over between your breasts. You shuddered in shock until he pulled away to look up at you again.

“They’re also erogenous zones, making them more sensitive to simulations. Would you like me to demonstrate?” You nodded in response.

You managed to catch the corner of his lips curve up in amusement, even if he made a concerted effort to conceal how turned on he was right now.

He wore the familiar analytical veneer he always carried when he was working in the lab, except this time you could see his excitement babbling beneath the surface.

He dipped his head until his mouth latched onto one of your breasts. Despite knowing this was going to happen, you couldn’t help the surprise whimper that slipped from your mouth.

His tongue lapped over your hardened nipple while his other hand still fondled with your other breast. You groaned out from his touches, running one of your hands over the locks of his hair.

It was flattering, seeing Miguel soaking in everything from you, even when you felt like you had little to offer. Miguel seemed to never get enough of you and to this day, your heart still leaped out of you chest with him around.

He released your nipples and you were met with hooded crimson eyes, dazed and awestrucked. You couldn’t stop your shoulders from bunching together in shyness at him.

He moneuvered you so you were laying your back on the bed. Two broad arms rested besides you on the bed with his abs displayed over you.

“Between the legs are the female reproductive system, we’ll be focusing on the labia minora and the labia majora for this lesson,”

He pulled your panties down, revealing your wetness between your thighs.

A sudden rush of cold air brushed against your folds, making you more wet and exposed. His hand reached over, extending out of your line of sight until his fingers were lightly stroking around the delicate flesh.

“The labia minora is a set of two fleshy folds that form around the inner portion of the labia majora. They are positioned around the vaginal opening to protect the urethra and…”

You gasped when you felt one of his fingers slip into your slick cunt before slowly moving in and out of you.

“…and the vagina.”

His sentence was finished off with the soft sounds of your slick from his fingers along with your breathy moans. Your walls fluttered around his finger while he slipped in another digit in, prompting you to grip onto the sheets tightly.

He moved to your ear and spoke in a lowered tone, his breath brushing against your earlobe. “Do you remember which hormones are released when a person is aroused?”

He rubbed his thumb over your swollen clit while watching you fall apart from his touches. You couldn’t fully process the question in your head, let alone form a coherent response.

“God— Miguel-!” You babbled out.

“Come on amor, I know you know the answer,” he coaxed, having the audacity to continue teasing your cunt with his fingers.

He was going to keep teasing until he got an answer from you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he refused to let you come too until you responded to him with the right answer.

“O-oxytocin and…hm-m…serotonin?” Your words came staggered and breathless. You were fighting the urge to rock your hips further to ride on his finger but you knew better not to push your luck. This was for science after all.

“Such a smart wife. Are you feeling it, amor? The euphoric feeling and the release of the hormones throughout your body?” Miguel was still near your ear as he asked.

You were so drawn into bliss, you almost forgot about the whole biology lesson and the practical demonstration.

You could tell that watching how responsive you were to his touches excited him, especially if it included him talking about what he knew best.

He withdrew his his hands away and curved his finger so none of your slick slipped away. He spread his fingers apart, watching the string of your fluids clinging onto the pads of his fingers.

You felt your face heat up in astonishment, you’ve never seen yourself leak that much before.

You weren’t surprised to see him stick his fingers in his mouth to clean himself up. He ate you out before so this was nothing new to him.

Once he was satisfied, he manoeuvred himself to remove his pants along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock. Despite the low lighting, you could still see it throbbing and the veins lining on the skin.

You sat up enough so you could reach to his cock. You wrapped your hand around his length, earning a low groan from him. “Since we covered the female, do you wanna walk me through the male anatomy now?”

You swiped your thumb over the tip where his pre-cum was leaking from. You were purposefully tormenting him now.

“You’re unbelievable,” he grunted, but you could clearly see he couldn’t stop the grin tugging on his lips.

“Come on Mig, do it for biology,”

You started stroking his length, making sure you touched every part of his skin from the base to the tip.

His breathing became shallow with low whimpers stringing out but he tried to compose himself before he spoke.

“The penis and the testicles both….have a lot of blood flow to them but— hmm.. the main purpose of the testicles is to produce testosterone and—” He couldn’t help the low moan that came out when he felt you increase your pace, but he was still determined to finish.

“Go on…” you prodded.

“…produce testosterone and sperm cells…dios— the penis….the penis is the biggest part of the male anatomy. It allows urination, ejaculation or urine and semen, shit! It also helps the male with erection-!” He finished off the last sentence in one shaky breath. Your hand came to a halt around his tip.

“Thanks for the clarification…” You released his dick swiftly, satisfied by his explanation.

After catching his breath and recomposing himself, Miguel positioned himself so his dick was near your opening. His tip nuzzled against your folds with you silky walls clenching desperately onto nothingness.

You were ready for him, even your clit was throbbing in anticipation, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him inside you right now.

“Now that we’ve completed the preliminary, I think we should come to the conclusion,” he said.

You couldn’t help the breathy giggles from your lips. He was really immersing himself in the role, playing the part of a tutor with dedication and charm.

He pushed himself inside of you. You haven’t done anything in a while so you had to allow yourself to readjust to his length again.

You fleshy walls struggled to open up but eventually you did accomodate to his size, feeling the familiarity of him.

Once he was all the way in, he came to a halt. Feeling yourself stretch out for him was dizzying. But sudden realisation hit you.

“Miguel, I might be on my fertility window…” you interjected, a tinge of nervousness in your voice.

While you and Miguel have discussed growing a family together in the past, the timing never felt right, and you weren’t ready for the responsibility of motherhood yet.

You’ve been taking birth control pills for your peace of mind. However, with the onset of your work project, you’ve stopped taking the pills and your body was still adjusting to the withdrawal— including your accelerated libido.

Miguel’s face didn’t falter but you could practically see the gears turning in his head from your statement. Everything felt more apparent, especially now with his dick buried inside of you.

“What are you trying to tell me, amor?” You could feel his cock twitching in anticipation inside of you and touching your cervix, almost making you lose your bearing.

“I’m off the pills Miguel. So there’s a chance that I might get knocked up after this…but it is part of biology, right?”

You ran your hands over his broad chest and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch before resting his forehead on yours.

“You wanna be a mami?” He asked, assuring full clarity and consent from you.

Miguel, a devoted lover, would do anything to make you happy and would give you a family if that’s what you wished for. You nodded and that’s when you knew, he was ready for fatherhood too.

Your hands now wrapped around his naps, fingers lacing together. His gaze dropping to where you bodies joined.

He dragged himself out, feeling the suction from your walls, before snapping his hips back in again. The friction against your walls forced a whine out of you.

He began rolling his hips repeatedly against you in a steady rhythm, each slap ending in a jolt of overwhelming ecstasy. Your fingers were losing their grip around his neck and your hands slipped, with your nails now pressing onto his back.

Your mind and senses started to evaporate and all you could think of right now was chasing your high and Miguel filling you up with his cum, staining you and finally getting you pregnant.

You wanted to feel him for weeks, feel how much he stretched you and filled you. Your nails were digging further into his back as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting your cervix with each snap of his hips.

“Gimme a baby, Mig.” You moaned out, the mere throughly of him breeding you drove you insane. You needed his fill, you needed him to knock you up.

“Sí amor, I’ll give you as many babies as you want,”

His thrusts became more sporadic and you sensed he was lost in a haze too. A few strands of his hair stuck to the moisture that developed on his forehead. You were sinking further into the sheets, taking in everything he was giving you.

The room filled with the bed creaking in protest and the slap of his hips into yours. Soon, his pace became sloppy and uneven.

You watched the familiar trence of your husband’s climax unfold. You always felt a sense of pride knowing that only you could see him so scattered outside the composed and stoic demeanor that everyone else was used to.

His brows furrowed in full concentration and his words came out messy and slurred along with strings of your name.

He finished off with his cum pulsating inside of you in thick loads. He didn’t pull his his hips back until both balls were drenched into you. You felt your walls clenched from the withdrawal as he pulled out.

Immediately, Miguel grabbed one of the pillows and positioned it beneath you, elevating your rear.

“Keep it in there,” he instructed. He didn’t want any of his cum to go to waste and leak out.

He starts to massage your thighs to sooth any aches you were feeling. You mind drifted back to the birth control pill that you still kept in the cabinet. There was still another box left, yet you knew that you weren’t planning to take them anymore.

You mentally reminded yourself to dispose them in the morning. You looked up at Miguel again, who was still massaging your thighs.

You sighed. “You know there’s a chance I might not get pregnant the first time…”

In that moment, vulnerability wrapped around your words which connected the both of you in shared acknowledgment.

You let your mind wandered about finally getting pregnant, with Miguel praising you and kissing your swollen belly. You imagined all the appointments you’d have to attend to, leading up to the day of your baby’s arrival.

“So, does that mean we’ll be having more biology classes?” Miguel stopped massaging and spread you legs again to display your slick core.

“I think so…how about another round?”

He leaned into kiss your forehead. “I’m down if you are.”

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Does anyone recognise the banner I used at the top of the post??

Part 2

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[improbable-outset]

📄 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Use of syringe and needles in the beginning, Wife!Reader, SMUT, Miguel rutting, heavy mentions of your pheromones, olphactophilia, Lab sex, overstimulation, breeding kink. You’re driving him nuts…all puns intended lol

𝐀/𝐍: I was planning for this to be in the same universe as For Biology. But it can be read by itself too. Also lmk if the Spanish phrases need fixing 🥹🥹

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You catch Miguel doing something he shouldn’t while dropping off his lunch. Now you both have to face the consequences.

The lab was bathed in a sterile glow of fluorescent lights as Miguel loaded the syringe gun with a shimmering liquid— Rapture.

The fluid inside the vial danced with an underlying glow as he positioned the syringe over his forearm with practiced precision.

The needle neared his skin and with one steady breath, he pushed it in. The liquid filled his bloodstream and a rush of power coursed through his veins.

Once the vial was bottomed out, he withdrew the syringe from his arm. The lab's stagnant atmosphere couldn’t overshadow the electric charge that was now enveloping him.

Miguel didn’t register the hiss of the lab doors open until your voice tore through the silence in the room. “Is that the second shot you’re taking?!” Your voice demanded clarity and answers from him.

Miguel didn’t turn to look at you, instead he silently put the empty syringe gun on the desk in front of him.

He could rapidly feel the effect of the Rapture in his bloodstream— the tingling sensation through his nerves and the blood rushing in his ears.

“What if I said it wasn’t,” he replied, though he knew where this would go.

“No me mientas, Miguel,” you resorted back. Miguel knew there was no point in lying to you when you saw him take the first Rupture shot this morning.

Despite not having any spider senses, he could smell your scent getting stronger as you stepped closer towards him with a heavy stride.

The Rapture was used to enhance his powers, that included his senses and strength.

But it was also a double-edged sword with its side effects. A gamble with his own equilibrium.

Your pheromones spiked his heart rate and the familiar rush of heat reached his cock. But he quickly dismissed it before it clouded his senses.

Now was not the time.

“Lyla, why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” He called out before Lyla’s marigold hologram appeared on his shoulder.

“She wanted to surprise you,” Lyla shrugged before quickly disappearing.

He craned his neck to see you hold out a paper bag in front of you. “And you forgot your lunch. But I think I came here just in time.”

You gestured at the empty syringe gun. He let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He wasn’t mad.

He could never be mad at you for visiting while he was on the clock— especially if you were delivering your homemade food. He just hated the predicament he was in right now.

It was obvious you weren’t going to drop the subject of his second Repture shot. You’ve been married to him long enough to know the side effects if things weren’t regulated properly.

Though, part of him was grateful that you understood his situation and that he could be this vulnerable with you.

You placed the paper bag on his desk before you started searching frantically through the lab.

“Lyla, where are the neutralisers? He always puts it in a different place whenever I come here and I could never find them,” you huffed in annoyance as you tried to locate the vials. The neutralisers helped to maintain his hormones and any side effects he could have from the Rapture.

The rest of the conversation with you and Lyla became a blur. As you bent over to reach the lower cabinets, Miguel’s eyes were glued on you— a captivating figure— and the dress you were wearing.

He had seen you wear that specific dress before but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself from noticing the small details and how the dress fitted you.

The skirt of the dress gave you a more feminine appearance. The balloon sleeve gave a visual flair to the whole outfit.

But he couldn’t tear his eyes off of the way it accentuated your hips and your curves.

It could be the side effects of the Rapture that was making him see things that he hadn’t noticed before, but now the neutraliser was the last thing on his mind.

He craved nothing more than to hike up your dress with his hands and reach the delicate part of you between your legs.

No!

Right now really wasn’t a good time for you to be here.

No matter how much he pushed those thoughts away, he could still feel himself lose his senses dangerously fast.

Suddenly, the night you confessed that you wanted to have a baby was reeling in his mind relentlessly— all he could focus on now was to breed you. And the way the dress was lifting up to reveal more of your legs as you bent over was only adding to his torment.

“Found them!” You exclaimed. After searching most of the lab cabinets, you found the vials with the neutralisers.

As Miguel stepped closer to approach you, he saw you held one of the vials out in your hand.

He seized your wrist and forced you up from the floor so you looked up at him.

“Necesitas irte,” The statement was punctured with authority, devoid of any room for negotiation.

Even if you were fully aware about the effects of his Rapture, he still couldn’t have you here. Not when he was in such a compromising position right now.

You frowned while still holding the vial in your grasp.

“I’m not leaving until I see you take the neutraliser,” Of course you were unfazed by his hard expression. You could easily break his assertive mask, but right now was a terrible time for your stubbornness.

“Amor…” It took every fiber of him to make himself sound as convincing as possible. Yet, he could still feel himself crack.

He could feel your pulse throbbing under his fingertips, even after he loosened his grip around your wrist. A vital sign of his wife’s consciousness and presence.

He imagined what it would be like having another heartbeat growing inside you, being nurtured and carried by you. He groaned at the mere thought.

“You…you threw away your birth control pills, right?” He already knew the answer but he had to be sure. He needed to hear it from you. Your scent was getting stronger by the second and his breathing quickened.

Your face scrunched in confusion by his question, completely oblivious to where the conversation was going. “Yes. What does that have to do with anything?”

Your simple answer made his dick twitch desperately under the digital suit. If he kept his sex drive at bay any longer, he will combust. He needed to be inside you.

He decided he wasn’t going to hold back his desires anymore. He was going to have his way with his wife.

“Let me breed you…please,” His voice was low in an attempt to conceal his faltering demeanor, but he knew you could easily see his weakness right through him.

“Mig…what…” the words lodged in your throat before he saw the change in your expression.

You quickly picked up on what was going on and realised that he was rutting. But you probably didn’t anticipate it to happen so quickly, otherwise you wouldn’t still be here.

He rolled his hips once against your lower body so you could feel his hard on, earning a gasp from you. He was deliberately rubbing against your clit through the skirt of the dress.

You still haven’t granted him permission, but he could see the way his request was churning in your mind. He pressed his forehead on yours and you looked up at him. He couldn’t read your expression but he could smell your pheromones and how much this was turning you on right now.

“Por favor,” he whispered before he kissed your cheek. He didn’t expect himself to sound so needy.

“Yeah…alright,” you answered. He sighed in relief, a fraction of his tension gone just from your permission alone.

He scooped you up before quickly placing you on one of the benches. His hands lifted the hem of your dress up, revealing more of your bare legs.

He noticed from his peripheral vision the glass vial slipped from your grasp and rolled off the bench before it shattered on the floor. But he paid no mind to it.

His hands halted once he reached your rear before pulling down your panties. He moaned when he saw the fabric candy wet from your arousal, emitting more of your scent.

Your pheromones were overpowering him now and it was driving him insane. You were soaked.

He wondered how long your clit had been throbbing for, how long you’ve been aroused by this. Perhaps you purposely wore a dress with only your panties underneath.

Once the panties were off, he got you to lean back further until your back was pressed against the bench. He lifted your dress higher to reveal your pussy. You were all slick and ready for him.

With a few taps on his watch, his digital suit vanished, leaving him with only his lab coat. His dick was throbbing pathetically with precum leaking from the tip.

He closed the gap between the two of you until his tip pressed against your opening and his precum mixed with your wetness.

He pushed himself in, feeling the resistance from your tight walls, until he was balls deep. Your mouth hung open as you were taking in everything from him.

The warmth from your pussy that was now engulfing his cock felt like a lifeline. He quickly kissed your temple because he knew we weren't going to hold back now.

Before you could lean into his touch, he started ramming himself into your poor cunt. Your eyes shot up in shock before you grabbed onto his biceps for support.

His pace was relentless and driven by the thought of filling you with his cum until they would finally stick. Your moans and the wet sounds filled his ears as he kept plunging himself into you.

You walls were squeezing his dick in all the right places and he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

Each slap of his hips rocked your body on the bench further, threatening to slip away. But he held a tight grip on your waist so you would stay in place.

“I’ll get you knocked up, so everyone will know…You’re. With. Me.” He ended the last few syllables with a snap of his hips against your rear, adding emphasis and weight to his words.

You let out a breathy laugh between each thrust, amused by his statement.

“Miguel, I think the wedding bands give it away— ohmygod-” your sentence was cut off by a sudden hard thrust from his dick.

“That’s not enough and you know it, I need you full with my babies.” His words came out as a growl and his pace didn’t falter a fraction.

A few locks of his hair drooped from his head as he kept moving, sticking to the film of sweat that formed on his forehead.

He felt the contractions of your walls and he knew your orgasm was just a few thrusts away. You fists gripped the sleeves on his lab coat as you moaned loudly. He watched as your eyes squeezed shut and your climax came crashing down with each stroke from his dick.

He stopped momentarily to move your legs that was wrapped around his waist and rested them on his shoulders. He had better leverage and could reach deeper inside you.

The change in position had you crying out helplessly as he pressed himself into you more. You just reached your peak and you were still riding out your high but he didn’t give you a chance to recollect yourself.

“Miguel-!”

You were overstimulated in bliss as his dick was hitting the bundle of nerves that he knew would drive you over the edge. You could only utter fragments of his name along with your low moans.

Miguel watched with pride as his wife was falling apart under him.

“That’s it, clench onto me. Just like that.”

He could’ve sworn this was the best thing he had experienced with you and he fucked you many times before.

Perhaps the Rapture made him twice as sensitive to all the pleasure he was receiving and more aware of how you were snug around him.

His pace was becoming sloppy and staggered and he could just about feel the edge of his orgasm. Just a little longer of him being soaked in your cunt that always fit to his size perfectly.

His hips flinched into yours one last time before his cum was pouring into the depths of your womb in hopes that you will get pregnant.

Bred by him until it stained you.

Your legs were limp and slipped off of his shoulders. He groaned at the sheer force of his own climax.

He thrusted himself a few more times while more cum was spilling from him. He eventually came to a halt with his dick still half way inside you.

Your breathing was still erratic but you still managed to lift your head up to see where your bodies were meshed together.

He caught a flicker of surprise in your face as you noticed the mess before you under your dress. You gazed back up at him again.

“So…are you satisfied? Do you want me to give the neutralisers now?” you managed to huffed out, still breathless.

Miguel responded by pushing the remaining half of his dick back into your swollen cunt with a wet slap. You let out a broken moan in shock.

“Not yet…”

His lips curled up slightly as he started to plunge himself into you again…

The neutraliser forgotten.

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I don’t think this one ate :( …I suck at writing dialogues. But I’m so fly when it comes to writing inner conflicts, like with Miguel’s chain of thoughts in this story, and body language. That’s why there isn’t a lot of dialogues here. Maybe because I’m an overthinker and it’s easy to write a lot when it comes to what the character is thinking lol

Idk what it is I’m starting to fucking hate using tumblr now, it just feels a little miserable being here. That’s why AO3 >>> literally anything else

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Married couple, Wife!Reader, burnout, overstimulation (not sexually), arguing, angst followed by fluff, kiss and make up, virginal fingering, kisses galore, EVENTUAL SMUT, pregnancy sex, bit of body worship (he loves your pregnant body) cowgirl position, sensory deprivation sex.

𝐀/𝐍: I poured my heart into this one, not that I don’t always do but this one in particular just hits closer to home. And yes it’s a vent fic so very very self indulgent.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re tired. He’s tired. There’s only so much stress you can withstand before you reach your tipping point. Luckily your husband is here to keep you grounded

It started off with a throbbing in your head and as irritating as it was, it wasn’t bad enough to disrupt your daily routine. But as the week rolled on, the throbbing sensation began to get worse.

You were becoming easily irritated and it didn’t help with the workload you had to tackle. Even Miguel noticed a change in your mood but whenever he would bring it up and ask you about it, you would deflect his questions and tell him you were fine.

You couldn’t bear the thought of burdening him when your struggles especially when he had his own responsibilities and duties to fulfill.

You knew that if you admitted the stress you were feeling, he would insist that you rest, which was the last thing you needed, especially with how much you needed to get done this week.

You tried your best to ignore the nerves that were stretching to their limits now, but it was proven more difficult with each passing day. You would feel a sense of dread as soon as you got out of bed, mentally bracing yourself for the overwhelming day you had to face.

Your mind was preoccupied now as you reached over the high shelf for the spice jar. Your stomach was jutted out with the new life brewing inside of you, making it harder for you to manoeuvre around.

Just as your fingers brushed against the jar you were after, a sudden voice tore through the room, snapping you out of your trance.

“¿Qué dije sobre pedirme ayuda?” Miguel called out before he went over and stood behind you to take the spice jar you were reaching for. “What if something fell on you?”

“I don’t need help,” you insisted, reaching over to reclaim the jar back from him.

Miguel arched his brow in mild amusement. “You’re struggling to reach the spices, and you’re saying you don’t need help?”

“I’m fine, I’m trying to make dinner,”

“I know I know. But I’m here now so you don’t need to do that tonight,” You knew he was trying to emphasise the fact that he willingly took the time out of his day just to be with you.

Normally, you would be beyond appreciative towards his gesture. With his duties back at Spider Society HQ breathing down his neck all the time, it was a rarity that you both had an evening together like this.

He would either be saving the city or in another dimension, and although you would still be able to contact him through your watch, it would never be the same as having his physical warmth with you.

But right now, you were driven by your stress and too wrapped up in getting the job done to be in the right state of mind and properly enjoy the night.

“Why not? I can still cook you know,” you resorted, pouring some of the spice in the pot before stirring the content.

“And yet, I don’t want you to.” He said firmly before he turned you around to face him and rested his hands on your growing belly, silently conveying his concern for your wellbeing. “Now go sit,”

As the food continued to bubble on the stove, you retreated from his touch defensively. His face twisted in confusion as you questioned, “Why the hell are you doing that?”

His face fell further at your change in tone, “Doing what? Touching you?”

“No, treating me like I’m a basket case,”

“I’m treating you like the mother of my child. You’re pregnant and over exerting yourself,” he tried to reason with you. You attempted to conceal how much your senses were firing right now.

You couldn’t tell if it was the aroma of the cooking that was making you slightly nauseous but you were starting to feel agitated.

“I’m pregnant, not paralysed Miguel. I’m fully capable of doing this myself,” you could see the frown forming on his face and he definitely picked up the hostility of your tone.

“I never said you weren’t capable but I don't want you doing too much,” he argued back, his voice growing more insistent, mirroring your frustration. He wasn’t going to let your stubbornness sway him, even if it did irk you.

You could feel the heat of your vexation rising in your guts. You hated being interrupted in the kitchen especially when you were making dinner. Even if you were tired, you were still going to stand your ground and continue until you were done.

Throughout the last few days there had been a build up of tension that you have been bottling up and you refused to talk about it with him, even if he did ask you about it.

You had no safe outlet for your emotions and now you can feel it taking a toll on your daily tasks. It was almost palpable and you couldn’t control the sudden outbursts you were throwing at your husband right now.

A small part of you knew that he didn’t deserve this harsh treatment you were giving him. But that meek feeling of self awareness was quickly overshadowed by your clouded mind that was skewing your thoughts, unbeknownst to you.

Out of bitterness, you twisted the knob to switch off the stove before you turned to look at him. His annoyed expression didn’t falter, rather you could see his brows furrowed more. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Turn off the stove?”

“You wanted me to stop, didn’t you?” Now it was your turn to be confused, though you could still feel the lingering coldness.

He was so adamant on you not cooking so why is he still not satisfied when you turn the stove off? What was his problem?

“What are you trying to prove here?” He asked.

The question hit a nerve, the fact that he was insinuating that you had an ulterior motive just by a simple action. It was almost insulting. Was he trying to sound condescending just to throw you off?

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb,”

Ouch.

“Oh please, enlighten me,” There was an obvious edge to your tone and he glowered at that. You could tell he was really starting to get annoyed when you saw his fangs started to emerge from his canines, something that was only stimulated in the height of rage or arousal.

“Cut the sarcasm. You’re purposely getting on my nerves and it’s working. Now, are you going to answer my question?” His voice demanded clarity from you and you weren’t sure if anything you said would satisfy him.

“Like I said, I’m doing as I’m told. Why are you getting mad?” You snapped back. You didn’t want to admit that what he said made the shadow of sympathy you felt early crawl back again.

He wasn’t aware of the emotions you were keeping inside of you and probably thought you were purposely reacting this way just to pull his leg.

“You know damn well that’s not how I meant with my words,” he was practically growling now and you could see the crimson in his eyes flicker like a flame.

With a weary sigh you pinched the bridge of your nose— a habit that you both seemed to share. You didn’t have the energy to deal with this argument now, it was clear that it wasn’t going anywhere.

The throbbing in your head was back, but now it felt like a pounding sensation reverberating in your skull. Without another word, you turned to leave the kitchen leaving the half-cooked food behind on the stove.

“Where are you going?” You heard him call out from the kitchen before he took a few steps in your direction.

“To the room, I lost my appetite,” You headed your way up to the bedroom. You didn’t hear his footsteps following after you as you closed the door behind you.

You climbed into bed with the blanket over you and made yourself as small as your pregnant belly will allow you. There was a sense of bleakness that was shrouding you now— the underlying stress you’ve been feeling was still there but it wasn’t as overbearing.

With the silence in the room, you’d think you’d be able to calm yourself down a little from the heated interaction you just had, but instead your mind was still racing. You couldn’t stop yourself from straining your muscles no matter how hard you tried.

You tightened your grip on the blanket and buried yourself deeper into the sheets, trying to block out as much of the lighting from the room as you could. You didn’t notice Miguel entering the room until you felt an additional weight on the bed beside you.

For a long moment, all you could hear was his steady breathing and the occasional bed creaking before he spoke out of nowhere. “Well, at least the silent treatment is an improvement from earlier,”

The sarcasm was uncalled for especially now. It made your blood boil. To make matters worse, he kept going. His voice, that you always loved hearing, now sounded like an irritating ring in your ear. “Are you just going to hide under the blanket until I forget about everything?”

“Stop talking….please stop talking!” you pleaded, your voice was quivering and on the verge of tears. You felt like you were at a tipping point, standing on the edge of something already breaking.

The sensory overload from the argument along with the tension was still present, and you desperately needed silence.

There was a long pause and your pulse was thudding in your ears. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you could tell he regretted his words just from his silence.

“Do you want me to turn off the lights and go?” His tone quickly switched, a soft caress. You poked your head out of the blanket to look at him.

You felt guilt tugging on your heart after everything that had just happened moments ago. Your husband didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of all of this. The least you could do now was end the night on a civil note.

“Turn off the lights but don’t leave me,” you requested. Without wasting a beat, Miguel got out of bed to turn off the lights before he climbed back in to embrace you.

The room was dark but you could still see his silhouette against the Nueva York city skyline from the bedroom window.

“Could you hold me? Please?”

“Of course,” his voice was a soothing balm against your firing nerves. Swallowing thickly, you pushed the blanket away and moved onto his waiting arms as he leaned against the headboard.

You settled onto his lap and you felt his broad arms wrap around you. Your eyes started to leak with your heated tears and before you could stop yourself, you broke into a sob.

“Just breathe, I’m not going anywhere. Take your time,” He muttered against the crown of your head. You rested your head against his chest with his heart thumping softly near your ear.

The throbbing was starting to ease and the relief that followed after came in waves. All that weeks worth of pent up tensity was released in one night through your tears.

With the absence of the lighting along with the silence, it was easier to reach the mellow state that your body was screaming for.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry,” you rambled, a sense of remorse crashing down on you like a storm.

“It’s okay…I feel like we should talk about some things though,”

“Like what?”

“How we should handle potential fights in our marriage. I don’t really like the way we argue and get at each other's throats so quickly,”

You let his words sink in. The mere thought made your heart ache. The situation would’ve never escalated this far if you hadn't talked to Miguel earlier. Instead you let things boil over.

“It’s my fault…”

“Why do you say that?”

“I kept brushing you off when you wanted to be there for me,” you admitted, a bitter irony taunting your confession.

In retrospect, you’ve witnessed Miguel struggle to open up about his feelings while you were still in the early stages of the relationship.

Even during your marriage, it was a huge step for him to finally be completely emotionally open with you. You’ve noticed how much your relationship has flourished since then and how closer you felt with him.

But now the tables have turned tonight, with you leaving Miguel oblivious to the series of weary emotions you were experiencing. You knew it wasn’t healthy for you or the baby growing inside you to carry such stress alone.

“I noticed the way you were struggling the past few days. I just wish you were more vulnerable with me and not feel like you have to put on a brave face just for my sake,” Miguel explained.

“I dont…I don’t really know where to start,” You tried to rack your brain and coordinate how to express the tension you’ve been feeling the past few days. It was difficult to pinpoint on one thing and string the words together.

“Everything just feels so overwhelming and too much for my brain to handle…even the clock ticking makes me want to rip my head off,” you clutched onto his shirt, a feeble attempt to hold onto your crumbling composure. “I don’t know if it’s the hormones from the pregnancy or a burn out. Or maybe both,”

“I’m leaning towards burn out since you’re showing all the signs, you’re easily irritated and I can see you’re overstimulated from the smell of the cooking to the lighting in the room,”

“Maybe you’re right,” you agreed softly. A lot of issues could be contained just by not saying anything. You seemed to be acutely aware of your own hesitation when it came to voicing your emotions.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to share your feelings with Miguel; rather you didn’t know how to and feared the unknown reaction that may follow. You weren’t used to being this vulnerable.

You knew that you would rather hear Miguel share his emotions, even crying on your shoulder, than have him be silent. It was only fair that you took your own advice. Here you were advocating for openness, while grasping onto your own reticence.

“Could you do me a favour?” You asked in the midst of the silence that was shared between you.

“Of course,”

“I understand that you don’t want me to lift a finger especially while I’m pregnant but could you not try to intervene when I’m in the kitchen. I don’t like sitting around and I want to keep myself busy,”

You could sense the hesitance from him as he drew in a shaky breath before he spoke. “…yeah I can do that”

“You already have a lot on your plate,”

“I do, but promise me that you won’t leave me in the dark when you need something from me,”

“I promise.” You lifted your head from his chest to look at him. “I’m glad we’re on the same page Spiderman,”

Even if your view of him was obscured by the darkness in the room, you could still see his lips twitching up from your comment. “Mhmm that’s not an excuse for me to be a neglectful husband to you. So don’t act coy with me,”

“Oh I know. I’m just finding an excuse to be a smartass,” you teased him further by kissing along his jaw. Feeling his body tense from your touch, even if it was subtle, was a huge ego booster.

“Was that supposed to throw me off or something,” you could hear the groan he was trying to hide at the back of his throat as he spoke and it made your stomach flutter.

“Maybe,”

“Uh huh, you definitely did that on purpose,”

“I’ll do it again,”

“And I’ll kiss you right back,”

“Alright bet,” Before he could retaliate, you were bold enough to lap over his lower lip with your tongue. A low moan could be heard from him in response.

It was rare for you to initiate such a confident move like this but there was an undeniable spark and you didn’t want it to go just yet. The bleak mood from earlier was now forgotten and was replaced with arousal.

You pulled away to reposition yourself so you were fully facing him on your lap, your legs on either side of his hips.

His grip on your waist tightened in response drawing you closer to him until your bump was pressing against his torso. “You have no idea what you got yourself into,”

Finally with a longing that built in your stomach, you leaned in until your lips met in a fervent kiss. The weight of your doubts and anxiety was now completely diminished as you felt a magnitude that pulled you into bliss.

You felt him run his tongue over your lips and you parted them slightly in response. He took this opportunity to deepen the kiss, completely taking over your mouth with a low groan.

As you pulled away, breathless with desire, you couldn’t help but tease, “Too much or not enough?”

To which he responded, “Not even close to enough,”

“Good, then I’ll keep going. You’re not getting the upper hand here,” you were beaming at your own words.

But your confidence was cut short when you noticed his hand reach over and slipped under your pants and past your panties until his fingers were grazing against your folds.

Feeling the air that brushed against your slickness was enough to humble you. You didn’t realise how soaked you were until you felt yourself suction around him greedily as he pushed both his middle and ring finger in.

“You’re saying that now, just wait until I’m inside you,” he was taunting you, completely throwing you off but you would happily let his fingers do all the talking now, even if it was at the expense of your pride.

Your hand immediately reached to grapple onto his biceps to keep yourself steady. If it wasn’t for your restricted mobility from your bump, you would’ve started rolling your hips to ride on his fingers.

But instead you allowed him to do all the work. Your head rested on his shoulder and you moaned into his neck as the pad of his thumb rubbed against the sensitive nerves of your clitoris.

He dragged his fingers out, now wet from your arousal, and slowly ran it over your folds. The first thing you felt after he pulled his hands away from your cunt was his hard on, pressed against you.

You would’ve started grinding against him with how needy you were if he didn’t hold you still. He held you by the side and moved you off his lap so he could remove his pants and boxers before lying down flat on his back.

You didn’t need the light to know that his dick was standing on its end with beads of precum leaking from the tip. You removed your own clothes and felt the cold air slap on your cunt.

“Ven acá amor,” his voice was inviting and you’d be a fool to deny him.

You let him guide you, given his enhanced vision that allowed him to see in the dark. Both hands were on your rear, spreading your cheeks before you felt the tip nudge into your folds.

“Oh God-” you whimpered. You felt yourself stretch to accommodate him, sinking yourself lower until you were balls deep. Your hips flushed against him with your stiff clit pressed against the top of his groin,

“No divinity. Just your husband’s dick inside you,” A wide grin spread across his face. His hands were all over your growing belly, feeling the warmth of you and the occasional kick of the baby.

“Que bonita,” he said in awe. A sense of pride washed over him knowing he was the one who knocked you up, the woman he loved and the mother of his future child. “Muy linda tu barriga,”

You seemed to be more sensitive to his praises especially given the fact that you were getting cock drunk now.

Ever since your bump was starting to show, Miguel never missed the opportunity to praise you. He wanted you to feel proud of your physique and not be hesitant on your changing body.

His hands reached over to hold your waist before he piston his hips up and took control of the pace. You could tell he was holding back from going rough, handling you with extra care.

The feel of him thrusting inside was enough to knock the senses out of you until you were high from bliss. He was making sure you felt every sensation in full capacity, feeling every crevice of his dick being caressed by your silky walls.

His hands reached over to the back of your neck to pull you in until your lips met again. The kiss was disoriented and breathy as he was still trying to maintain his pace.

Each brush of his lips on yours was feeding into your ecstasy. You pulled away and nestled into his neck, taking in his dick so well.

“That’s it, let me make you feel good. Let me make you forget about your problems, amor,” he whispered lovingly in your ear.

“Miguel…” you couldn’t form a proper response, your moans of pleasure drowning out your voice.

He was so good at making feel this way, reaching optimal pleasure from his touches. With the absence of the lighting you allowed yourself to just physically feel everything he was giving you.

His broad head nudging into your cervix.

His soft whispers fanning against your ear.

His hands all over and worshiping you everywhere he could reach.

“God, you’re so easy to please,” You could tell he was reaching his peak. With one final buck from his hip, he dragged his dick to reach the depth of your cunt before he reached his climax.

You felt the contraction of your walls around him as he drenched his balls inside of you. His grip on you loosened and his dick slipped free from your grasp before deflating onto his thighs.

You whined from the sudden withdrawal and the muscles of your walls relaxed. There were still remnants of his cum that was sticking between your thighs but you would deal with that later.

Miguel kissed the top of your forehead before letting out a deep sigh. You both lay together in each other’s embraces, basking in the afterglow with your breaths merging together.

Amidst the tranquil intimacy, your stomach let out an unexpected growl, reminding you that you skipped dinner.

Miguel chuckled softly, “So, have you still lost your appetite?”

You huffed. “Well it’s suddenly back now that I’ve worked it up in other ways,”

Hot take: cooking together in the kitchen is NOT romantic 🙅🏻‍♀️🗣️ move out of my fucking way and let me work

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Just a heads up, this may be the last Miguel fic I’ll be posting for a while. Writing for him doesn’t feel the same anymore and my hyperfixation for him is slowly wearing thin. Im not sure yet though, but savour this as much as you can I guess. That and I feel like my writing isn’t good enough for the fandom anymore :p

Also reminder that I will be interacting and reblogging fic from my second account @lmaoyouwhore

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[improbable-outset]

📄 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞:

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐂…

Hey it’s 1am here in the UK and I don’t have a valentine themed fic. So have this set of HC of my AU series that I’ve been working on instead. There is a mix of wholesome and spicy HC. I’m too lazy to put it in an undercut so minors DNI 🔞

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will rant about his day in the lab to you. You love hearing him vent to you if he had a terrible day or ramble about an exciting discovery he had made.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will come home to you from a hard works day in the lab. He likes to rest his head between your thighs while his wife massages his scalp. He melts completely under your tender touch. Your fingers are very soft and soothing.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive small love notes or doodles that are packed with his lunch from his wife. Sometimes even spicy messages if you’re feeling risky. They tend to end with him coming back home and fucking you on the nearest surface. Most likely the couch or kitchen counter top.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive a personalised lab coat with his name on it from you, either as a birthday gift or an anniversary present. He now wears it in the lab everyday since.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will involve you when he’s designing gadgets and weapons to be used by the Spider Society. He values your input when brainstorming the prototypes.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will have a personal gym right next to his lab where he would work out and train to maintain his strength and combat skills. This includes a high-tech simulation drill that replicate various combat scenarios to aid and enhance his quick thinking and problem solving abilities.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will have his wife watch him work out from the sidelines. You would admire the determination etched on his face. Maybe even steal a quick kiss in between sets. Sometimes you would sit on the rooftops while Miguel would do his usual web slinging endurance, navigating the city skyline from building to building as part of his training.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will fuck you good when he knows he won’t be home for a few days because of a mission in another dimension. He’ll make sure he reaches every crevice deep inside you. You’ll feel a dull ache from the way he stretched out your walls— a reminder of that passionate night and of your husband’s temporary absence. He doesn’t like using toys, he’d rather use his hands and dick do all the work.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that loves to kiss you all over and talk about the function of each part of your body while praising you and telling you how perfect your are. He loves teasing your erogenous areas to increase your serotonin levels and see how much you would fall apart under his touch.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive a blow job from you as he tries to explain the make reproductive system OR while he talks about his day at work to you. He’s lucky to have you help him with his pent up stress.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that probably keeps a track of your period. For research, of course. After you got off your birth control pills, it’s his responsibility to track when your fertility window takes place so he can breed you at the right time.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that is over the moon when you both find out that you are finally pregnant. Of course he would admire the changes of your body while you’re growing his child. He will eagerly share insight about the embryonic development and the hormonal changes, deepening the intimate connection you both already share.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will admire the changes of your body and will develop a serious lactation kink. He’ll feed from your breast from time to time…for science obviously. He’s just increasing your oxytocin levels so you can produce more milk for your baby daughter. Duh.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will help his daughter with her schoolwork. I know he will probably put extra effort when it comes to her school science project and will probably be more committed to it than her. He just wants what’s best for her.

Mood board

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- Ayrus <3

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[improbable-outset]

📂 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬:

♠︎: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

♦︎: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

♣︎: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

  ↳📂 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

    ↳📂 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬...

Marrying a scientist superhero has its unique perks <3 these are in chronological order

MOODBOARD!!!

Headcannons ♠︎♦︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your relationship in a nutshell

For Biology ♠︎♦︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In an effort to make amends for neglecting Miguel, you dedicate a night to spend quality time together. However, Miguel has other ideas to make the evening unforgettable— using science.

Lunch Break ♠︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You catch Miguel doing something he shouldn’t while dropping off his lunch. Now you both have to face the consequences.

Stimulant ♠︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It has always been a routine for you to come into Miguel’s lab every once in a while, but this time you feel a strong sense of arousal out of nowhere.

In sickness and in health ♣︎♠︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re tired. He’s tired. There’s only so much stress you can withstand before you reach your tipping point. Luckily your husband is here to keep you grounded

Some more Biology ♦︎♠︎

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you gave birth to your first daughter, Miguel spends the night admiring the changes that motherhood has done to your body.

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[improbable-outset]

“A few locks of his hair drooped from his head as he kept moving, sticking to the film of sweat that formed on his forehead.”

This is what I’m talking about when I wrote this description

Credits: @/IoanaMuresanArt on Twitter (Go support this artist, her stuff is so yummy)

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[improbable-outset]

Okay, what about Scientist! Miguel meeting his soon to be wife during her internship, his wife isn’t a scientist but is perhaps like an Engineer of some kind or an Analyst and he just gets fascinated with her and uses any excuse to get into project with her or plans ‘accidental’ bump ins. Even going as far as to make a cologne with enhanced pheromones to make you like him more. Meanwhile she’s none the wiser and is just a bright eyed woman excited to work with people like Miguel and just thinks he’s the coolest already and he probably could have just asked her out tbh.

This just kept getting better and better and the cologne 🫠🫠 writing about phenomenon is my biggest weakness

This is so wholesome, I love Miguel just being infatuated 🥹🥹

Just imagining Miguel creating something just to get your attention??

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