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salsakiyoomi · 11 months

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you were a villain.

miguel should've put you in cuffs the first time he caught you, you were cunning and a trickster and you were causing too much trouble.

but god, everytime he caught you, you slipped right through his fingers — and it didn't help that you kissed him one time.

he wasn't sure how it happened, but your wrists were restrained infront of you by his hands, and you were trying to wiggle your way out of his tough grasp and he remembers tightening his grip even more — before suddenly, your mouth was on his and all he could process was the taste of the cherry lip balm on your lips and how soft they were and then without realizing it, his grip on you was loosening and you were kicking him in the crotch before running off.

yeah, not his brightest moment — letting a villain kiss him and then letting her get away.

but he couldn't help it, he didn't know why but god you were so intoxicating, like a drug he got addicted to ever since that moment, the way your lips moved against his, how good you tasted, the strong scent of your perfume that he could recognize anywhere and he just couldn't bring himself to put you in cuffs.

also, he may have let you get away a couple of more times after that.

he thinks he's smooth enough that it comes off as that you just got away from him — after all, you were cunning, and you were good enough to trick even miguel o'hara himself.

this night is different though, he's out on patrol, searching the dark alleys of the city, the places where he'd usually sniff out thugs and gangs, but not that they're common anymore, not every since you've been terrorizing them, driving them out of their areas.

miguel stops in the middle of the alley, it's dark, with the only light provided from the moon barely peaking above the buildings.

"i know you're here."

he calls out, hands on his waist as if waiting impatiently.

a moment passes, and then a sigh is heard, his head turns around to his left side where you drop down from a fire escape case.

you take a few steps out of the building's shadow, the moonlight barely illuminating your face, and he can make out your familiar features, and god damn that smirk on your face.

"how come do you always know when i'm around?" you ask with a tilt of your head, you're eyeing him with your arms crossed and your chin held high and the unmistakable curve of your lips taunts him.

he grunts, rolling his eyes, "call it instinct."

"instinct, huh?" you muse, your lips formed in a small pout, almost as if you're in thought, miguel knows you're mocking him though, he can see it in the glimmer of your eyes.

"where have you been these past three days?" he asks, his voice rough as usual as he takes a step closer to you, he's maybe a meter or two away from you, but your strong perfume is already engulfing all of his senses, "you haven't been causing trouble much as usual."

you shrug, "sorry, i don't always have the time to commit crime."

miguel tenses — his thoughts come flooding in again, his rational thoughts, the ones that tell him how he should put you behind bars, take the advantage that you're unarmed right now, the ones that ask how he could feel so relaxed around you even though you're the enemy, relaxed so much so his mask is off.

"why are you here now?" he asks, his arms crossed as he stares you down.

"i know you patrol these alleys." you say nonchalantly, stating the obvious.

"so?"

"so? so what? are you dumb or something?" you roll your eyes, scoffing a laugh, muttering a 'jeez, what a dense head' under your breath.

miguel scowls, "the hell's wrong with you?"

"the hell's wrong with me? the hell's wrong with you?" you shoot back at him, "i came to see you, duh."

miguel deadpans at you, he looks very unamused as if you've just told a bad joke, "is this another one of your tricks?"

you snort, "how low do you think of me?"

"very low."

"that's a shame," you mumble, taking a step closer to him, that smirk still on your face, oh the one that makes his heart flutter a bit even though he denies it to himself, "you know, they say you should never assume."

your voice is barely above a whisper, and you're standing close to him, too close if anything, and he's silent, unsure of what to say and deciding to see what happens next.

"you really should've put me in cuffs the first time you caught me, spiderman." you mumble and before he knows it, your lips are against his once more and he's thinking, yeah, i really should've.

but god, you're intoxicating and your lips taste so good like cherry lip balm, and all he could process is the strong scent of your perfume, and the way your body is pressed up slightly against his and then, he's kissing you back.

he's kissing you back, savouring the taste of your lips and the touch of your skin against his, letting the moment linger between the two of you, and god this is the second time, and it feels like he can't stop, he doesn't know if he ever will, he knows he'll want to have it one more time after it ends, he knows he'll always come back to you, he knows he'll always let you get away because you're like a drug and he just got addicted to you, like he hasn't always been addicted to you, to your teasing and your mocking grins and your cunning voice, and he's knows it's no good for him — you are no good for him, but he still kisses you back.

you pull away, your hot breath fans his lips and you're staring up at his eyes through your lashes, and a smile creeps up on your face, "aren't you hopeless."

you chuckle, pulling away from him and taking a few steps back, "well that was nice, maybe one day you'll tell me your actual name, spiderman." you say with a grin, "oh, and next time, don't bring expensive watches on patrols."

you hold up his dimension travelling watch that you had managed to slip off of him while he was too busy savouring the taste of you — you laugh, slipping it in your pocket before you disappear into the darkness of the alley.

and miguel let's you get away.

he knows he'll find you again, and he'll get it back, god knows what will happen the next time he meets you anyway, but he can't stop thinking about how good your mouth fit against his.

yeah, you really are no good for him.

#diet mountain dew by lana del rey #dmd baby nueva york city #never was ever a girl so pretty #i wanna be honest that this man would kill us on the spot but #its okay to be a little delusional #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel headcanons #miguel drabbles #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 drabbles #spiderman 2099 headcanons #atsv x reader #atsv headcanons

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shaunashoochiebae · 12 days

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i don’t know why, but i like it

scary? my god, you’re divine

give me them, give me them dope and diamonds

#daisys whimsical words #lesbian #wlw #yellowjackets #yj #natalie scatorccio #moodboard #yj moodboard #diet mountain dew #lana del rey #diet mountain dew by lana del rey #rip natalie you would’ve loved daddy issues by the neighbourhood #help #okay #bye

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manicpixieangel444 · 5 days

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⋆౨🍒ৎ˚˖ ࣪.° .⟡

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c4bin-fever · 1 month

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never was there ever a girl so pretty do you think we'll be in love forever? ;P [do you think we'll be in love? :) ]

#murder drones #doll murder drones #lizzy murder drones #dizzy #dizzy murder drones #song is diet mountain dew by lana del rey

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plathsdoll · 1 year

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in my born to die era

#alt girl #girlblogging #pretty girls #lana del rey #diet mountain dew #born to die #sadgirl #waifcore #lolitta #america #americana #coquette #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #vintage #smoke blunts #dollette

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dietmountaindewlover · 9 months

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#girlblogging #diet mountain dew #2014 tumblr #grunge #lana del rey #mitksi #hozier #short poem #poetry #web weaving #core core #lonelihood #sylvia plath #the bell jar #albert camus #the stranger #my year of rest and relaxation #journal

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mikhalson · 6 months

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Challenging my phone to handle an animation app, hope you'll like it!!

Young nickles ❤️‍🩹

Lana Del Rey — Diet Mountain Dew

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#metalocalypse #dethklok #mtl #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #nickles #animation #animatic #amv #my amv #artists on tumblr #my art #2d animation #I'm gonna put every tag here pls i want this to be noticed #Youtube #lana del rey #diet mountain dew

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highttowers · 11 months

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heart-shaped sunglasses.

pairing(s); matthew lillard!william afton x reader

fandom; five nights at freddy’s [movie]

w/c; 592

trigger/content warnings; slightly unholy thoughts from william about you in your uniform, fem!reader, (reader wears lipstick, has boobs, is called 'girl' by william and has medium-length hair), heavy lana del rey influences (diet mountain dew), mentioned that reader smokes cigarettes, age gap (william is late 40s, reader is mid 20s), no explicit romance but it's heavily implied there's mutual pining, written from william's pov, reader knows his real name, not proof-read, NO use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything.

stella speaks! at this point someone reblogs/tags me in a shitpost about this man, i add tags while my brain is inconsolably horny, and then all of a sudden i'm writing a new draft. and yes, ik lana wasn't really a thing in 1990s, but for now let's pretend he's still a silver fox in the 2020s.

tags; @truecobblepot bc ofc🫶🏽🫶🏽

inspired by this post and the shenanigans that ensued.

“I just wanted to know how much I appreciate you staying late these past couple weeks.”

William’s voice is smooth, he’s demeanor calm, the slight tilt of his head and the casual clasp of his hands in front of him giving no hint to the turmoil in his brain.

You’re his employee. His best employee, no less. He can’t afford to lose you, to drive you away. So he’ll make sure you’re not looking him in the eye when his roam your body.

The words that come from your mouth are sincere. He knows this. He doesn’t much care in this moment however. That red vest is pulled across your breasts, and the top button of your shirt is undone, your tie looser now that the building is empty.

It’s his fault, how tight your uniform is on you. He has your size on file, but he always orders a size down, just for him. He doesn’t pay mind to the way teenage pizza boys and older brothers here with siblings watch you, because he knows he’s miles better than they are.

His eyes linger in the plastic heart-shaped sunglasses hanging from your collar, and he nods towards them. “And those? I do hope you haven’t been wearing those all day.”

It’s a gentle correction. No matter how much William favors you, he still must keep his image up. You shake your head. “No, I just got them out of my locker when I closed up with Robyn.”

“Where did you get them?” He asks, leaning forward. The movement is subtle, but he knows you catch it.

“It was a gag gift from some party,” you answer, taking them off your vest and sliding them on. William's breath barely catches in his throat. The frames are the same shade as the blood red lipstick you love wearing.

It’s your signature. It’s how he knows you’ve been in the break room, paper coffee and water cups stamped with your lips in the trash, lipstick printed cigarette buts in the back alleyway that he’s convinced himself are prettier than anyone else’s.

William's brain is rapid firing all kinds of signals, ranging from you're nearly 20 years younger than him, to why have I never felt this was about my ex-wife?

Everything about you seems to catered to William's preferences. You hold eye contact with him and customers, you're great with kids (including his!), and you actually appreciate the care he takes of his animatronics.

He chuckles as you look around his dim office with your heart-shaped sunglasses. "Well, now, look at you. Never was there ever a girl so pretty." You giggle, tugging on a strand of hair and sliding them up into your hair. "That's so sweet, Mr. Afton!" William chuckles. You're picture perfect and William is damn well aware that he's no good for you. "Please, call me William. It's only fitting that we remain on first name basis...as of your promotion to assistant manager."

Your eyes widen, and you let out a little gasp. "Do you really mean that, Mr. Af-- William?"

God, the way your lips form his name is intoxicating. He nods, his demeanor wavering slightly as you beam at him, thanking him.

It’s a power move, he knows. A selfish one, no less. But he can’t risk losing the one competent employee. And besides, the assistant manager’s uniform is closer to his, the pale purple shirt and darker tie, black slacks and black shoes (of your choosing, of course).

And who is he to deny himself that view?

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie #lana del rey #diet mountain dew #heart shaped sunglasses #🖋️ — my writing #🐻 — five nights at freddy’s

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ldr-is-my-life · 1 month

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