Hello There! 21, But Going On Anon. Could I Request A Pregnant Reader Who Is Feeling Incredibly Insecure

hello there! 21, but going on anon. could i request a pregnant reader who is feeling incredibly insecure about her body. after an instance where a woman openly flirts and asks miguel out in front of her, she breaks down crying. miguel reassures her and they start having the craziest, wildest, hottest sex imaginable

GROWING PAINS

✭ 🔞 Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader ✭

✭ summary: pregnancy is a challenge, not for the morning sickness or having the urge to pee every other step but for the outside challenges that create tension.

✭ content warning: mentions of morning sickness (if you have emetophobia, skip the first five paragraphs), degenerate home-wrecker, comfort, pregnancy sex, and p-in-v penetration.

✭ word count: +2.1k words

✭ (a/n): let me get a crack at it 😋 I had fun working on this 💜🪻 (if there are errors I missed, please let me know!)

MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

The nausea of the day came in like waves during a full moon at the beach. The smell of toilet water and bleach greeted your nose while kneeling in front of the toilet before you. Dry heaving became a regular habit as the smell of toilet water didn’t contribute to the nauseating sensation.

“Are we okay, cariño?” His voice sent chills down your spine as you rested your head on the toilet seat. “No…” You whined, sounding like a child who had their toy taken away. “C’mon, don't rest your head right there…” Miguel cooes to you.

A low groan escapes your throat as you wait in anticipation to throw up, already wanting the feeling to pass by. “Do you want some tea? It'll help with the morning sickness.” He suggests to you before kneeling next to you and rubbing your lower back slowly.

“Yeah…” You groaned out before your body lurched another heave out of you.

“It’s okay…” He whispers quietly and holds your hair back. “Let it out if you need to.” He blows air to your face, cooling you down from the warm sensation you feel all over your body. But the salvation in your mouth still lingered.

“Thanks…”

/

“Miguel!” You called out to him from the bathroom, looking down at your swelling belly. “Yes, cariño?” He steps into view, returning from his morning workout. A soft kiss on the forehead gives you small butterflies in your stomach before you remember why you called him in.

“Can you please get more coconut butter at the store? I need some more for the stretch marks.” You raised (his) your hoodie to reveal the glistening stretch marks and slightly swelling belly.

“Hmm, did we run out already?” He makes his way over before he ruffles your hair and looks through the medicine cabinet. “Could have sworn we had some.” He mumbles before his palm rests on your belly, allowing his thumb to caress the marks.

“No, we ran out.” You add, getting on your tiptoes to peek at the medicine cabinet for the umpteenth time.

He nods after his eyes mindlessly scan the pill bottles, toiletries, and some of your make-up items. He clicks his tongue and moves his palm away from your belly. “Yeah, I'll get you some more, cariño. Let me jump in the shower first and then go to the store. I don't need to smell like sweat.”

The comment made you pout. The post-workout smell always lured you in, like catnip. You could cling near him and bask in his smell if you wanted to.

“Do you want to join me?” You nod eagerly, taking off the hoodie and tossing it at him.

/

“Do you want to go to the bathroom, sweetheart?” This is the same umpteenth question he asked you while you walked around your local mall down. “No, I'm fine.” He lightly squeezes your hand and gives you the look. The “you better go” look, as Miguel always fell victim to making frequent stops in gas stations or stores to satisfy your bladder whenever the two of you drove around.

“Just go, baby…” Miguel sighs, patting your lower back before he playfully spanks your rear.

You huff before you shuffle into the public restroom while resting your hand on your swelling tummy.

The sight was always amusing for Miguel; it was adorable—the sundress, the comfy sandals, and your hair neatly done. But the adorable sight was interrupted almost immediately. Two hands grasp his arm with such a grip that it can make anyone’s muscle ache from under the skin, even enough to bruise the muscle. Miguel shrugs it off and looks over to the source. “Aren’t you handsome?” The voice coaxed him before her hands squeezed his bicep. He shrugs his arm away and looks over to the bathrooms instead.

“I’m married.” Miguel’s statement lingered in the air before she looked at his arm and took in the sight of him like he was a tall glass of water.

“So am I.” She giggles before she looks up at Miguel with doe eyes. The discomfort arose in his stomach as if he had had a terrible dinner waiting to be released.

“Where’s your husband then?” He questions, hearing the fear in his voice. He shrugs her hand away from his arm again and waits at the bathroom in anticipation for his little wife, you, to return. But the yapping woman continued to speak, not getting any social signals that Miguel wasn't interested.

“He’s at—” Her words cut off before her features go ghost white, enough to mistake her for a blank piece of printer paper waiting to be scribbled on with a permanent marker.

“Miguel.”

A smile of relief paints his features as he walks over to you and gently takes your hand. Your attention is on the woman, seeing her twirl her hair with her fingers. She only giggles and immediately stops when she sees your swelling belly underneath your sundress. “Oh honey, I bet you can't satisfy your husband while you look like you're about to pass out.” She continues to yap, not caring about the looks of disgust from other women around the area. “Cariño, let’s go.” Miguel urges, not comfortable with the woman now harassing you and, arguably, your unborn child.

“Married men are allowed to cheat on their pregnant wives…”

You open your mouth, only to get tugged away from her by your husband, who does not want you to make a scene in such a public environment.

“Not interested. I love my wife dearly.” He steps in, lightly tugging you away from the uncomfortable space.

But hearing the words wasn't enough. For the past few weeks, you've been down on the stoops. Despite being your second trimester, the morning sickness faded away but lingered like a bug—the stretch marks on your belly, the constant bathroom stops, and the aching feet.

The weight of a burden rested on your shoulders like you were carrying pails of water up a mountain with your heart. It pulled you down into the earth’s core.

“C’mon, baby…” He pleads once again, gently tugging you away from the degenerate woman.

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The car ride back home from the mall felt like the most uncomfortable situation for Miguel. Sure, it wasn't his fault, but it damn well felt like it was when this woman threw herself at him, having no good intentions.

Despite him pushing her away with his words, she relented nonstop, picking and picking at Miguel like a vet ticking fleas away from a stray cat.

He glanced at you, but you turned away from him while sitting on the passenger side, looking only at the window. He occasionally squeezed your thigh while trying to engage in a conversation. But it always ended immediately with your simple one-word answers.

/

Your portions were smaller during dinner. A small scoopful of your dinner was ‘enough’ for you.

“Cariño,” His voice breaks the silence on the dining room table while you move a small broccoli around with your fork. “Is that all you’re going to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m okay with this.”

He frowns at the meek portions. This was your favorite dinner throughout your pregnancy. Now? You eat as if it were the thing you despised the most.

“Cariño, can we talk about what happened?”

“No, no, we don't.” You intervene, stopping his words.

He furrows his brows, and the subtle pout on his lips says that he isn't going to let this go. “…yes, we do.” He steps in, gently taking your hand in his.

“Cariño, honey.” His eyes soften, allowing his thumb to massage your knuckles in small circles.

“I am sorry—”

You shake your head, looking up from your plate. “No, don't apologize. It’s not even your fault.” You put his words to an end before you slide your hand away from his. “I feel…”

You sit back in your seat and put your hands up in defeat, feeling tears form. “I don't know.”

Nothing came to mind. Your brain was murky like muddy water on the side of the road. “I feel bloated and unappealing and pent up.” You expressed many words, but none nailed the coffin of feelings that were forming in your heart. His palm finds its way to your cheek and lovingly cups it while wiping away your tears.

“Hey,” His mellow tone greets you but doesn't fully envelope you. “Please, cariño. Take a moment to breath.”

“I don't know,” You sniffle a bit before looking at your swelling belly. “I don't like being unappealing.” The words finally found on your lips, spilling out like word vomit.

“No, baby. Look at you. You are beautiful.” He places his hand on your belly, slowly moving the sundress around with his touch. “You are carrying our baby, our beautiful baby. You've been nothing but glowing. You are glowing to the point where you light up a room. You make rooms look good. A room where our family will grow, all thanks to you.”

You laughed through your tears, hearing his ramble. But the simile managed to put the tears to an end. “You make spaces look good, feel good.” He slowly helps you from your seat, easing you to your feet. He stands behind you, bringing you close to his chest. His hands slowly move, soon placing them on the bottom of your swelling belly, lifting the belly upwards, easing your lower back.

You stagger back in relief, resting back on him. “There we go.” He whispers, seeing your brows relax and your eyes close blissfully. “But I think that woman is right. You look exhausted.”

You hum to his statement, caving in to his warmth and touch. “Yeah,” You exhale. “I am exhausted.”

“Do you want me to take care of you?”

“…please.”

/

"Let me know if it's too much, cariño." He whispers, slowly laying you down on your shared bed. Your back decompressed against the mattress, earning a sigh of relief from you. "It's never too much." Your reassuring smile puts him at ease in his lower stomach. "Just let me know, please." He still pleads, taking off his sweatshirt and disregarding it to some odd corner of the room. "Let's lift this..." His hands work their way to the hem of the dress, lifting the skirt up.

"Lay on your side for me, nena." He demands, slowly helping you lay down and surrounding your belly with toss pillows.

The sound of his zipper filled the space, causing you to look over your shoulder and see Miguel immediately taking off his pants and boxers. His hands pull at your underwear, revealing your core, waiting for him and him only. The sound of the bed settling down increased the anticipation, feeling him bring you close to his chest before his hand fondles your breast ever so gently. "Take a deep breath-"

"Just put it in, Miguel."

Your demands come true as you feel the same familiar stretch at your core, earning a low moan from the both of you. "There we go." He groans, grinding his bulbous tip against your cervix.

"Harder, Miguel." You plead to him, feeling the soft grinding and his length rubbing against your puffy clit. "I don't want to hurt you or the baby." He whispers, keeping the soft motions.

"You won't hurt me or the baby. I promise.” You sigh and only push your rear to his hip. “I can handle it.”

That sentence is enough for Miguel to cave in and come to his desires. “Oh my god…” You sigh, pushing down onto his length. The slow strokes savored your gummy walls as if you were the main dish at a fine cuisine. “Look at you, so pretty.”

The slow strokes slowly became harsh and rapid. Gushing and slapping filled the space as you felt your nails claw at the bedsheets. “You like that, huh?” He breaths out before he lets go of your breasts and holds onto your hip instead. The single twitch on his cock sends you into a chokehold, leaving you clawing for more.

“Yes, keep doing that.”

A small smirk forms on Miguel’s lips before he keeps the same tempo before he slows down. “Oh, this?” He picks up the pace, similar to before, but with heavy thrusts.

“Yes, that,” You breathe, crashing your hips against his.

“Only for you, cariño.”

The rapid thrusts are enough to sway the bed from side to side, allowing the bed to creak with every motion. Soft pants from your lips escaped before you took Miguel’s hand. “Are you doing well, cariño?” You drunkenly nod before raising your leg and feeling his hand grasp onto your knee, allowing easier access and movement.

“I’m close, Migs.” You buried your face onto a decorative pillow, muffling the moan that slowly evolved into a soft cry of pleasure.

“Together, cariño. Together.” He groans, keeping the same delicious friction. The sensation of his length against your puffy clit creates mouth-watering friction, enough for you to move in sync with his motions.

“It's so good…!” You babble over and over again, tears of ecstasy rolling down your cheeks. “We’re there, almost there.” He groans out before the two of you collapse onto each other. “Oh my god…” You whined out as Miguel’s rapid breath fans your skin. “You okay, mamás?” He gives you a forehead kiss before he slowly pulls out and only nuzzles close to your neck.

“I feel better than ever.”

I love my loser bf 🩷

NERD!MIGUEL X QUEENBEE!READER

PROLOGUE — let’s make a deal…

series warning - eventual smut , profanity , sexual themes , drug/alcohol usage (don’t do any of these things!) , blackmail , fighting (verbal and physical) , reader being a queenbee, Miguel is a loner at the star but grows some balls later on.

chapter warning - profanity , it’s so short , fighting (verbal) , blackmail , Miguel kinda is a loner here , literally has the worst timing known to man kind.

He’s always at the library, far back too. He reads whatever book he needs to read without any human communication. What a loser!

He always caught your eye, I mean. Why wouldn’t he? He’s such a loner, it’s so easy to miss him. Not you though, you noticed his little pattern. Going to lectures and going straight to the library.

He’s a sore loser, and you heard he dosent even know you! How disrespectful!

but you can’t focus on that right now, you’re currently putting someone in their place in the library because they think they have the right to stand up to you! How dare they, who do they think they are?

“What makes you think you can say that?” You scoffed, crossing your arms with a smirk on your face as you stared at the angry male in front of you.

“I have every right you bitch! I’m tired of you treating me around like I’m some toy to you!” He yelled and you just laugh at him. “Oh please, Don’t act like you’re all that. Did you forget I have proof of you cheating on your girlfriend?” You remind me and he immediately shuts up.

You smirked and walked up to him, harshly grabbing his chin to make him look at you. Your smirking, amused face turn into a stern serious one.

“Know your place. because I can just send your girlfriend all of the pictures, text messages and voice messages.” You then smirked at him once again when you see his face drop and his face pales. “You advised him and spoke again “don’t want to ruin your 3 year relationship do you?” You cooed at him.

You waited for his response and when he shook his head no, you scowled “good, act like this again and I won’t hesitate to do it.” And you let go of his chin harshly and turned around to leave but once you do.

You see Miguel.

He looks at you, he tries to leave but you glared at him and immediately said.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’ll leave, I’ll forget this even happened!” Miguel stumbled over his words, you ignored as you walked towards him. Looking at him in the flesh fully. “No, no. It’s fine, you’re that smart kid right?” You asked him and he hesitates until you glared start him to answer.

“Mhm!” He answers and you smiled. “Then let’s make a deal…Miguel right?” You asked him as you raised an eyebrow.

He was surprised you knew his name. “Y-yes, that’s me.” He spoke, You hum in response.

“You know, I see you getting picked on the by the jocks and some girls. You’re getting tired of it? You want that to stop don’t you?” You chuckled as you looked at him.

You see him look away, like he’s scared to admit it but he nods.

You chuckled as you put you arm around his shoulder and pull him closer to you. You look at you nails on your other hand as you spoke.

“Then I Can Make you a deal, how about this. You do my work for me, you do what I say and I’ll…make you stop getting picked on. You’ll be perfectly alone and fine.” You proposed to him and you see his eyes widened at your words.

The guy you were scolding was about to warn him but you give him a death stare and looked at the door. Signaling him to keep his mouth shut and get out.

and he did so. Now it’s just you and Miguel.

You looked back at him “So how about it?” You asked him with a smirk on your face awaiting his answer.

You can tell he’s thinking about it, and he looks back at you. “I accept.”

You smirked.

This will be fun.

The next day, he’s suddenly realizes that no one is bothering him. He notices the looks he’s getting, but no one dares to mess with him.

As he’s sitting in his usual table in the library, and he hears footsteps coming towards him. He looks up and sees you standing in front of his table. A hand resting on your hip as the other hand holding some papers.

You smiled at him.

“Like the difference, Miguel?” You spoke. you face looks cocky even though your voice is sweet like honey.

He nodded and looked at the papers in your hand. “What’s that?” “Work, just like our promise.” You put some papers on his desk, he looks at the papers and looks at you.

“Aren’t you doing the same thing they were doing?”

Your smile immediately fades. “The first day and you’re already getting on my nerves, You made the deal did you not? I fulfilled your part and now it’s your turn. I Can always make them go back to bulling you again, do you want that?”

He stammered, he cannot risk the only peace he has so suddenly. He shook his head and you smiled again. “Good, it’s not a lot. Pretty sure you’ll get it done in about 20 minutes or so. Have fun!” You waved him goodbye and left.

as he is now alone again, he wonders.

Was this worth it? What is he getting him self into?

Time can only tell.

END OF PROLOGUE

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a/n - guys, I’m so sorry this took SO SO long and it’s not even that long. I been struggling with a lot of stuff, and I didn’t have the motivation to write. I apologize for being gone for so long.

REBLOGS - COMMENTS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED! THANK YOU FOR READING!

M.L — GUIDELINES —

THE BREAKING POINT

🔞 Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: strangers to close friends to lovers, college au, slow burn, fluff, angst, and older brother's academic rival. (more content warnings will be put up for every chapter released.)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when rivalries go too far, Miguel takes it to another level of extreme. he goes after you, his academic rival’s little sister, not knowing the mess and (beautiful) chaos he's getting into.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 (𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 🧪⚠️)

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | my love mine all mine

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | coming soon

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 | coming soon

Comment if you want to be tagged in this series! (it'll make things easier for me 😭)

His Tip 𔘓

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Surprising Miguel by getting his tip color as your nail color. Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: this isn't an original idea, s/o to Ayrus @improbable-outset and whoever the amazing anon was who pitched it. Decided to make something. Let me know who you are so I can give you a forehead kiss. (platonically) 🫶🏽

CW: MINORS DNI, SMUT(cuts off, suggestive P IN V, handjob, blowjob), suggestive themes

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"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Miguel smirked as you stared silently, longingly at his girthy cock, erect and proud before you, your chest pressed against his thigh as you laid there in the bed next to him after he slid his boxers down to his ankles.

Miguel starts to fidget a little under your burning, somewhat deadpan gaze, slightly uneased by your lingering silence.

"Is everything...okay?"

"Hum?" You reply numbly, your eyes still locked on his thick length, your hand slowly closing around the shaft in a fist.

"I m-mean you....haah.... you're just....mnnhhhh....staring at it like you've never seen me naked before..."

Miguel chokes back another moan as you gentlyy swipe your thumb back and forth over the tip, catching little drops of precum you drew out of him from the passionate kissing you were partaking in moments before.

You hum, slightly tilting your head as you remain mesmerized by his dick, committing every mole and vein to memory in your palm, although you've done it hundreds of times.

This time, you were taking mental notes on...one characteristic in particular.

"Just admiring..."

"Admiring....?" Miguel snorts out a laugh, shifting to pull his boxers back up.

"N-No...I'm not done!" You pout.

Miguel scoffs, shaking his head but quickly presses it back onto his pillow, biting his lip as he watches you get up, straddling his leg as you begin working his cock with slow languid strokes.

"Lemme make you cum before I go to my appointment..."

"Shit....it's nail day, right?" Miguel smiles fondly at you, cupping your cheek. "Don't you want to wait til you get home, baby? Love seeing my cock wrapped in whatever pretty colors you pick out...."

Miguel's full lips part, the most pathetic groan rumbling in his throat when you abruptly shut him up by licking around his pretty fat tip.

"Gimme two minutes..." You coo, sweetly humming before you take him in your mouth again.

"Fffuck....I fucking love you...." Miguel whispers, closing his eyes as he felt the silk warmth of your mouth slowly envelope his cock.

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Truth was, you spent ample time studying Miguel's manhood for...less than scientific purposes.

It was a little depraved, and totally freaky.

You grinned as you thought about Miguel's reaction and the blush he'd wear when you came home showing him exactly what color you got this time.

You saw on social media lots of other women doing this for their partners. Just a silly trend just for fun, and nobody would know anyway. It's not like anyone besides his exes or his doctor knew his tip color. God help them if you ran into them one day.

You stopped by your favorite drive through cafe first, loading up on your tall drink of choice to spoil yourself this afternoon, paying with the sleek black credit card Miguel slipped in your purse last minute, insisting this entire self care day was on him since you were so generous in gifting him an orgasm right before you left.

You pull up to your salon you frequent, a content feeling of satisfaction when you walk in and it's nowhere near as busy as it usually is. You take out your phone, pulling up your color shade you picked out specifically for this sly occasion, grinning when you lay eyes on a color that's a carbon copy of what you're looking for.

Weird, that's the third girl this week picking out a brown or tan colored shade. The nail technician thinks to themselves, trying to pick their brain for any holidays or events they forgot to think of for such a color, but none come to mind.

Oh well, they think as they get to work on your nails.

A satisfied smirk grows on your face as they paint the first stroke.

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You come home, only to find Miguel missing, realizing he texted you to let you know he needed to stop by the store on the way home so he could get ingredients for tonight's dinner since he's cooking.

God am I lucky... You thought.

"Hey beautiful..." Miguel arrives home, grocery bags in hand, showcasing that dazzling shy smile of his, clad in that signature tight black t shirt of that spared you no detail of his chiseled, broad form, his dark hair slightly tousled, reeking of that cashmere scent that made your thighs clench. He pauses to give you a welcome home kiss.

"Mmm.... mmmppphh...."

Clank.

The groceries he was holding fall to the floor with a crash as his fingers find the back of your neck as he adjusted his passion to meet yours, kissing you deeply.

"What....fuck, what's this for....?" Miguel groans, tilting his head as your lips departed from his, scattering kisses all along his neck. "Baby....shit..." His jaw slowly inches open, his face and mind fuzzy.

"Missed you...." You murmur against his skin, barely audible as your lips continue to graze the surface of his throat, the deep masculine scent of his cologne binding you under a trance.

It's fresh with a bite of spice, hidden notes of sandalwood somewhere buried underneath. A man that never smelled so manly, never looked soo...fuckable as he does right now. And he just paid for your nail day as the cherry on top.

"I was gonna make dinner, but....God." Miguel closes his eyes like he's in deep prayer, your tempting kisses and little coos of playful seduction his salvation within arm's reach.

"Need you now, baby."

And that's all he needs to hear before he's carrying you like a cloud straddled across his body to the bedroom. The heated, intoxicating blinders of lust in full effect as your clothes start to fall into messy heaps on the ground.

"Espera..." (Wait) Miguel's breath hitches when you're scooting to meet him at the edge of the bed, already reaching for his cock.

He had every intention of devouring your pussy first to repay you for earlier, but seems like you had a mind on your own. That's when he notices your freshly done nails for the first time.

"You like em....?" You whisper with a smile, planting a wet kiss against his tip where you've gently wrapped your fingers, the colors blending seamlessly against the skin underneath, his eyes widen in surprise.

"The..... shock?" He lets out a chuckle flavored with disbelief and amusement.

"I got your tip color baby." You giggle, gazing into his bewildered crimson eyes, enjoying the display of shock and speechlessness he's giving you.

He blinks rapidly, cheeks turning red. "Wait, no way...other people are gonna see it."

"Nobody's gonna know."

"They're gonna know."

"How?"

Miguel pauses. You're right, how would they. The only person that's came into close contact with him so intimately was only you, was only ever going to be you, right now, and for the unforseeable future. He'd rather mop the ocean than imagine anyone else seeing him that way.

"You adorable little headache..."

You laugh, going breathless as he leans down, his lips hungrily nip and suck the tender skin of your neck, "You love it though....it's like our own little dirty secret."

"Mmm yeah you're right I do.... But you're goddamn fucking right it's a fucking secret. Nobody better know except me...."

"Nobody will, I swear..."

He stops, smirking as he tenderly bumps his nose into yours as his forehead rests on yours, starring comically bug eyed into your soul.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Good."

He lays you on your back, his own rough thick fingers interlacing with yours. "Now..." You squeak and bite your lip when his knee parts your thighs effortlessly.

"Think we were in the middle of something right before my cunning little angel of a girlfriend was showing me what she's been spending my hard earned money on..."

You sigh sweetly as you feel him trace that broad heavenly tip that now matched your nails in that wetting sea of arousal that started to build around your entrance before he slowly eases it in, watching your eyes melt hopelessly.

He smirks as he rolls his hips slightly back, then slamming them snug against you, sharp gasp which quickly was lost in the lewd, dirty sounds of skin on skin and his soft frantic lips so passionately trying to devour your own, his fingers tightly squeezing yours against the mattress coated in the brown shade of his tip.

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@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

🖤

Black Cat! Miguel… Pookie, I need you to come back home rn. 😐

(holds up the za)

And this is an informal announcement of me saying that I miss pookie sm.

I've had been fortunate where this hasn't happened to me yet.

But seeing this happen to two of my mutuals is not chill!

Please be friendly to your authors! We are not robots or A.I generated machines. We take our time with requests because we genuinely want to give you guys something worthy to enjoy! Pushing and pushing your favorite fanfic authors isn't the way to do it!

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The more you harass authors, the more you enable them not to release any work!

So in the most polite way possible:

Be friendly to your authors. Learn to have patience.

—Sincerely, Dia 💋

PSA: my requests are closed atm. I have two left to write from the 1 year anniversary. But, I had someone send me a request anyway last night. I was actually going to do it, giving them the benefit of the doubt. But lo and behold, I'm scrolling and I see they submitted the EXACT SAME request to another author, in the same fandom nonetheless.🤦🏽‍♀️

Look, I understand if you really want an idea for a fic to happen, but I find it rude when people do this. It shows you don't actually value my writing, you just want me to spit out your idea like I'm a machine, and if I don't do it, then you'll just jump to another author and have them do it. THE ONLY EXCEPTION IS if I turn down a request, and then I'm aware of it and reach out to you and say hey I can't do it, but maybe one of the moots will, I wouldn't be offended if you asked another writer.

Just kind of inconsiderate to mass request the same thing to a bunch of writers like we're content machines. 🤦🏽‍♀️ Because what if I did go ahead and write it? Now that puts me in a weird spot with the other author who fulfilled the exact same request and the last thing I want is to look like I've stolen someone's idea. Anyway, please do NOT do this. 🚫