Canineasylum - ESTHER ^_^

hey um. Hey guys

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So um, hi nerds HI! I wanted to see.... if people would like to see...... like... requests.... of my oc.... and a reader (any gender..) yeah...I know people like military stuff... and call of dury.... yeah.... he's just a umm.. big guy.. really nice and quiet... he's a tall guy!!! Yeah!!! and... big tits !!!! I love him....!!!!!! just wanted to see i. You guys did too... YEAH his ref is LAZY so SHUT UP PSL

Hello, I just want to say that you are good at writing, keep up the good work! ;3

AHHHH !!! THANK YOU LIYTLE GOOBER????? I'm glad people like my writing.... guys I promise something will be coming this weekend.

Nevwr knew how much I needed this oh my fucking god

ftm Miguel O’Hara x Top male reader and miguel is a little more on the kinky side and gets impregnated

( if you do them can i be 🥳 anon .. )

miguel o'hara x dom male reader - day 5 of kinktober

CONTENT WARNING: trans!miguel , pregnancy k. , knotting , omegaverse , omega!miguel , alpha!mreader , slight choking , kitchen sex bc you're both whores , creampie , implied pregnancy DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ. ANY HATE COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED AND/OR BLOCKED. FEM-ALIGNED READERS AND MINORS DNF, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

It's a deeply wired instinct in Miguel, something that has long been around in the beginning of Humanity, something passed down from generation to generation. It's engraved deep in his DNA, deep, deep into his flesh, into his cells, far away that even the DNA splicing he did on himself all those years ago failed to mess with it. It's something that he struggled with when he presented, something that left him clawing at his own skin, wishing he could slice himself open and clean himself, purify.

He remembered the look his mother had when she found out about his secondary sex. Oh, how he'll never forget the way she bared her teeth in disdain, the look of humiliation and disgust in her eyes, how she stared down at him as if he was nothing more than a stain on her shoe. And he'll always love his brother, no matter what, but back then, when he was young and hormonal, driven by tears and anger and fucked up hormones, how he wished to take Gabriel's place, to feel their mother's love and wear the name of a beta with pride.

But he didn't.

He bared his teeth at anyone who looked at him longer than needed, snarled and growled in the faces of alphas and tore their throats out when they believed he would bend over easily. He always did look good in red.

It got... worse after the DNA splicing.

Feral instincts. Animalistic. A beast. Not a proper omega.

Miguel proved them wrong and let his teeth and claws speak for him whenever an alpha tried to force him into submission, flashed his pretty red eyes at them, towered over them. How could he be an omega when he looked like a beast from a child's tale? He'd never find an alpha who'll take him in. He'll never be able to properly carry children.

He'll never be a proper man nor a proper omega.

If he could meet them again, Miguel would punch them and then laugh.

"You're so wet, Jesus Christ," He heard you mutter behind him, fingers plying his vulva open, letting his slick drip and grool down his naked inner thighs. He feels your finger slip into his hole and Miguel all but groans, arching his back and grinding back onto your finger. The countertop is cool on his bare chest, chases away the burning hot warmth he feels, but not enough to extinguish it. No, there's only one way to get rid of it.

"Feels good.... need more, pl'se.." Miguel groans, begs, letting his legs spread just a bit more. His claws dig into the counter and scrape against it, let claw marks appear, tearing it like paper. He hears you make a sound, at his words, at his actions, at the taste of his slick as Miguel suddenly cries out when he feels your mouth on his pussy.

"Ay Dios - si, just like that, fuck! Feels so good, Alpha..." Miguel slurs, gripping the edge of the counter, letting his claws dig. He grinds into your mouth, mouth hanging open as moans and curses spill out like a tide. He's drooling, he feels hot, he's sweaty, and he wants more. Miguel makes a strangled sound, a mixture between a moan and a groan, as he cums into your mouth.

He grows even hotter when he hears you slurping, so fucking obscenely, and drink up any slick that pours out. Miguel's sobbing, pools of spit on the counter, and despite how many times he's cum, he's relentless, the fire only growing bigger and hotter. He grinds on your mouth again, moaning, twitching as his swollen cock slips into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around it, sucking on it. He can hear you moan and feels it vibrate, and Miguel makes a choking sound as he cums again.

This time you pull away and stand back up. He feels you cage him against the counter, your chest against his back, damp and hot. He feels your cock brush against his ass, against his pussy. Miguel’s never been one to bow, to kneel, to submit himself to anyone - God or mortal, to alphas or betas.

But you’re different. You’re not like the others. You see him as an equal, or perhaps as a deity, with the way you stare at him: the look of a worshiper, of a loyal devotee, upon seeing the very God they’ve prayed upon for so long. You stare at him as if he hung the star, as if he was the very same person who webbed the multiverse, who breathed life into creation. It makes him feel warm.

Safe.

Loved.

Even more so when you press a tender kiss to his back, your hands coming up to rest on his waist, traveling down, over the coarse hair of his stomach, and past his pubic hair. Actually, you pause and play with the hair, and Miguel huffs through his nose, amused. He takes a deep breath when your finger circles around his swollen tcock, poking through the hood and coarse curls, just as you slowly press your cock inside.

‘Oh,’ You thought. ‘This is what Heaven sounds like.’

Streams of curses and praises spilled from Miguel’s mouth, ones that would make his pathetic whore of a mother gasp, and the thought of her made you a little angry. You jabbed your cock deeper into Miguel’s cunt, letting the slick and warm gummy walls suck you in, taking you so nicely, stretching around your girth. All the while you played with his cock, rubbing it and teasing, feeling how it throbbed, how he clenched around you, hungrily and desperately and so whorishly.

“That’s it, mi amor, taking my cock so well.” You quietly purred, panting, pressing open mouthed kisses to his skin. Miguel moaned, slowly grinding against your cock as you finally bottomed out the last few inches. His walls flutter around you and you stifle a laugh when you realize he’s coming once again, thunking his head on the counter as he grinded down on your cock and arched his back.

Your hand moved downwards and gripped his ass, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of it. Your touch is featherlight and you run your hand over the light dust of hair around his cheeks, gripping one and spreading them, revealing his hole. It’s wet with slick, the coarse hair surrounding it shiny and sticky, and you rub your thumb over it. Miguel squirms, groaning, at the light touch - ‘So sensitive,’ You think to yourself.

You let go and instead grip his waist, so small, touch the softness of his stomach, parts where his abs don’t touch, and kiss his shoulder. Slowly, you pull out and push right back in, deep. It knocks a throaty groan out of Miguel, who squirms and wiggles, twisting, despite your thrusts and hold, until he’s lying flat on the countertop, curling his legs around you.

“Fuck me, please, need it so bad, please, please, please!” He begs, reaching down to spread his lips, sopping wet. You groan, send a silent prayer to whatever is up there, and pick up the pace. It must be good, as Miguel immediately moans, fingers teasing his clit.

Garbled moans and whimpers, slurred words of praises and encouragement, pure honeyed sins fall from his lips. From this position, you can see the way he drools and cries, his dark hair sticking to his sweaty skin. There’s a small bump that appears with every thrust, your hand moving over and pressing down.

Miguel cums with a scream of your name. His trembling hand wraps around the one on his waist and guides it up to his throat - and lets your fingers wrap around his windpipe and gently squeeze. It had Miguel blabbering incoherent nonsense, too fucked out of his head to think of anything but his pleasure and your big, fat cock ramming in and out of his pussy. The amount of slick pouring out of Miguel’s pussy and around your cock would be a little concerning - if it was your first time, of course. But it’s not, and it was amusing when you both discovered he just produced a little too much slick, but nothing wrong about it.

But still. All things considered, it was pretty hot. And it made it easier with not having to buy lube, not when your husband could produce a gallon’s worth of natural lubricant with a couple of subtle touches and whispered words.

Anyways.

Your heavy balls smacked against the curve of Miguel’s ass as you leaned over him, groaning, growling, drool dripping down your chin and onto the counter next to his head.

“You’re taking me so, mi linda omega, born for this, weren’t you? To take your alpha’s cock so well, molded just for me.” You growled, panting above him as your thrusts knocked the air out of Miguel, had him squealing and gushing your cock. His mouth hung open in a constant stream of beautiful sounds, sometimes choking with the steady squeezes you’d give his throat.

There was a familiar feeling in your core, one that had you pressing down and all but jackhammering into his sloppy pussy. Miguel screamed and clawed at your back, moaning loud enough for the world to hear. Babbles of ‘please’ and ‘give me your pups!’ reached your ears, and it was with this encouragement that had you biting down on his mate mark, just as you bottomed out.

Miguel saw white. He screamed, arching his back, and convulsed around your cock. You groaned, still biting into his mate mark, tasting copper. Your knot swelled and caught his lips, inflating until you could no longer move besides a couple of little nudges. 

Cum gushed into his cunt, overflowing. Every wild instinct in you demanded to keep still, to not let any single drop of cum drop at the risk of not impregnating Miguel. And when Miguel tightened his legs around your waist, digging you impossibly deeper, you knew he had the same idea.

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being in support of palestine isn’t antisemitic, it’s standing up for the basic human rights of palestinians that have not had them since 1948. they have not had peace for the last 75 years. children are born into this country, already threatened for the lives. an entire population is being killed off right in front of our eyes and people are just praising it.

you truly have to be sick in the head to tell palestine supporters to “read facts”. open a book and tell me about how palestinians are being ethnically cleansed, rights stripped from each other, citizens being MASSACRED in the public eye for millions to see. broadcasted like entertainment just for israel to play the victim card and say it’s a ‘war’.

churches, mosques, the gaza strip, homes, etc. containing palestinian citizens, have been bombed and destroyed while israel is using that $14.3 billion to continue to mock and talk down on palestine all across social media, acting like children. they fabricated children’s murders, claiming the blood is on the hands of palestine to try to make people feel empathetic.

if you support israel, you support genocide.

If you can’t reblog this, unfollow me now.

ftm Miguel O’Hara x Top male reader and miguel is a little more on the kinky side and gets impregnated

( if you do them can i be 🥳 anon .. )

miguel o'hara x dom male reader - day 5 of kinktober

CONTENT WARNING: trans!miguel , pregnancy k. , knotting , omegaverse , omega!miguel , alpha!mreader , slight choking , kitchen sex bc you're both whores , creampie , implied pregnancy DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ. ANY HATE COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED AND/OR BLOCKED. FEM-ALIGNED READERS AND MINORS DNF, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

It's a deeply wired instinct in Miguel, something that has long been around in the beginning of Humanity, something passed down from generation to generation. It's engraved deep in his DNA, deep, deep into his flesh, into his cells, far away that even the DNA splicing he did on himself all those years ago failed to mess with it. It's something that he struggled with when he presented, something that left him clawing at his own skin, wishing he could slice himself open and clean himself, purify.

He remembered the look his mother had when she found out about his secondary sex. Oh, how he'll never forget the way she bared her teeth in disdain, the look of humiliation and disgust in her eyes, how she stared down at him as if he was nothing more than a stain on her shoe. And he'll always love his brother, no matter what, but back then, when he was young and hormonal, driven by tears and anger and fucked up hormones, how he wished to take Gabriel's place, to feel their mother's love and wear the name of a beta with pride.

But he didn't.

He bared his teeth at anyone who looked at him longer than needed, snarled and growled in the faces of alphas and tore their throats out when they believed he would bend over easily. He always did look good in red.

It got... worse after the DNA splicing.

Feral instincts. Animalistic. A beast. Not a proper omega.

Miguel proved them wrong and let his teeth and claws speak for him whenever an alpha tried to force him into submission, flashed his pretty red eyes at them, towered over them. How could he be an omega when he looked like a beast from a child's tale? He'd never find an alpha who'll take him in. He'll never be able to properly carry children.

He'll never be a proper man nor a proper omega.

If he could meet them again, Miguel would punch them and then laugh.

"You're so wet, Jesus Christ," He heard you mutter behind him, fingers plying his vulva open, letting his slick drip and grool down his naked inner thighs. He feels your finger slip into his hole and Miguel all but groans, arching his back and grinding back onto your finger. The countertop is cool on his bare chest, chases away the burning hot warmth he feels, but not enough to extinguish it. No, there's only one way to get rid of it.

"Feels good.... need more, pl'se.." Miguel groans, begs, letting his legs spread just a bit more. His claws dig into the counter and scrape against it, let claw marks appear, tearing it like paper. He hears you make a sound, at his words, at his actions, at the taste of his slick as Miguel suddenly cries out when he feels your mouth on his pussy.

"Ay Dios - si, just like that, fuck! Feels so good, Alpha..." Miguel slurs, gripping the edge of the counter, letting his claws dig. He grinds into your mouth, mouth hanging open as moans and curses spill out like a tide. He's drooling, he feels hot, he's sweaty, and he wants more. Miguel makes a strangled sound, a mixture between a moan and a groan, as he cums into your mouth.

He grows even hotter when he hears you slurping, so fucking obscenely, and drink up any slick that pours out. Miguel's sobbing, pools of spit on the counter, and despite how many times he's cum, he's relentless, the fire only growing bigger and hotter. He grinds on your mouth again, moaning, twitching as his swollen cock slips into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around it, sucking on it. He can hear you moan and feels it vibrate, and Miguel makes a choking sound as he cums again.

This time you pull away and stand back up. He feels you cage him against the counter, your chest against his back, damp and hot. He feels your cock brush against his ass, against his pussy. Miguel’s never been one to bow, to kneel, to submit himself to anyone - God or mortal, to alphas or betas.

But you’re different. You’re not like the others. You see him as an equal, or perhaps as a deity, with the way you stare at him: the look of a worshiper, of a loyal devotee, upon seeing the very God they’ve prayed upon for so long. You stare at him as if he hung the star, as if he was the very same person who webbed the multiverse, who breathed life into creation. It makes him feel warm.

Safe.

Loved.

Even more so when you press a tender kiss to his back, your hands coming up to rest on his waist, traveling down, over the coarse hair of his stomach, and past his pubic hair. Actually, you pause and play with the hair, and Miguel huffs through his nose, amused. He takes a deep breath when your finger circles around his swollen tcock, poking through the hood and coarse curls, just as you slowly press your cock inside.

‘Oh,’ You thought. ‘This is what Heaven sounds like.’

Streams of curses and praises spilled from Miguel’s mouth, ones that would make his pathetic whore of a mother gasp, and the thought of her made you a little angry. You jabbed your cock deeper into Miguel’s cunt, letting the slick and warm gummy walls suck you in, taking you so nicely, stretching around your girth. All the while you played with his cock, rubbing it and teasing, feeling how it throbbed, how he clenched around you, hungrily and desperately and so whorishly.

“That’s it, mi amor, taking my cock so well.” You quietly purred, panting, pressing open mouthed kisses to his skin. Miguel moaned, slowly grinding against your cock as you finally bottomed out the last few inches. His walls flutter around you and you stifle a laugh when you realize he’s coming once again, thunking his head on the counter as he grinded down on your cock and arched his back.

Your hand moved downwards and gripped his ass, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of it. Your touch is featherlight and you run your hand over the light dust of hair around his cheeks, gripping one and spreading them, revealing his hole. It’s wet with slick, the coarse hair surrounding it shiny and sticky, and you rub your thumb over it. Miguel squirms, groaning, at the light touch - ‘So sensitive,’ You think to yourself.

You let go and instead grip his waist, so small, touch the softness of his stomach, parts where his abs don’t touch, and kiss his shoulder. Slowly, you pull out and push right back in, deep. It knocks a throaty groan out of Miguel, who squirms and wiggles, twisting, despite your thrusts and hold, until he’s lying flat on the countertop, curling his legs around you.

“Fuck me, please, need it so bad, please, please, please!” He begs, reaching down to spread his lips, sopping wet. You groan, send a silent prayer to whatever is up there, and pick up the pace. It must be good, as Miguel immediately moans, fingers teasing his clit.

Garbled moans and whimpers, slurred words of praises and encouragement, pure honeyed sins fall from his lips. From this position, you can see the way he drools and cries, his dark hair sticking to his sweaty skin. There’s a small bump that appears with every thrust, your hand moving over and pressing down.

Miguel cums with a scream of your name. His trembling hand wraps around the one on his waist and guides it up to his throat - and lets your fingers wrap around his windpipe and gently squeeze. It had Miguel blabbering incoherent nonsense, too fucked out of his head to think of anything but his pleasure and your big, fat cock ramming in and out of his pussy. The amount of slick pouring out of Miguel’s pussy and around your cock would be a little concerning - if it was your first time, of course. But it’s not, and it was amusing when you both discovered he just produced a little too much slick, but nothing wrong about it.

But still. All things considered, it was pretty hot. And it made it easier with not having to buy lube, not when your husband could produce a gallon’s worth of natural lubricant with a couple of subtle touches and whispered words.

Anyways.

Your heavy balls smacked against the curve of Miguel’s ass as you leaned over him, groaning, growling, drool dripping down your chin and onto the counter next to his head.

“You’re taking me so, mi linda omega, born for this, weren’t you? To take your alpha’s cock so well, molded just for me.” You growled, panting above him as your thrusts knocked the air out of Miguel, had him squealing and gushing your cock. His mouth hung open in a constant stream of beautiful sounds, sometimes choking with the steady squeezes you’d give his throat.

There was a familiar feeling in your core, one that had you pressing down and all but jackhammering into his sloppy pussy. Miguel screamed and clawed at your back, moaning loud enough for the world to hear. Babbles of ‘please’ and ‘give me your pups!’ reached your ears, and it was with this encouragement that had you biting down on his mate mark, just as you bottomed out.

Miguel saw white. He screamed, arching his back, and convulsed around your cock. You groaned, still biting into his mate mark, tasting copper. Your knot swelled and caught his lips, inflating until you could no longer move besides a couple of little nudges. 

Cum gushed into his cunt, overflowing. Every wild instinct in you demanded to keep still, to not let any single drop of cum drop at the risk of not impregnating Miguel. And when Miguel tightened his legs around your waist, digging you impossibly deeper, you knew he had the same idea.

all rights reserved © pissjuicencumballz . all content on this blog belong to me. do not copy, translate, repost, or rewrite.

Im back for a bit, so I got something for you all

it's a short one-shot about AFAB Miguel O'Hara. It's not much, but I thought Id give it to you all,

CW: afab miguel , male reader, implied breeding kink, Asphyxiophilia, both afab and amab body parts described, established relationship

its a bit bad, but I've been tired from school, so enjoy.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qqBrDs-mBCgOZO4jpndghJXsaksSGGGNPzhDWRAzoic/edit?usp=drivesdk

hey guys! So when I'm not posting on Tumblr, I'm doing this;

I post bots on Character AI, mostly of COD characters ( All games! Just request who you want)

I have a few examples of my bots and I'll provide links if anyone wants them

These are either song based or based off of prompts I find here on Tumblr! I post bots pretty frequently, and I find it a little more easier than writing.

Hey nerds

COLLEGE STARTED! SO ILL BE TAKING A BREAK ON WEEKDAYA :3