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arabaka · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ miguel x spidey!fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! NO SPOILERS !!!! splashes of angst. unprotected sex. creampie. cervix fucking. WORD COUNT: 1.8K PSD CREDIT!!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI !!!!!!!（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ @miguelism @pompomegranate come get ya mans !!!!! PART TWO HERE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You can still see him here.

It’s not real and it never will be– not again, anyways.

“March 13th.”

How long are you going to keep doing this? Your jaw tenses. Here we go again.

The argument is a solo act; there’s no one to talk to here but you. So naturally, you run the same trite script until it comes to the same inevitable conclusion: giving in to the self-indulgence.

The bad thing’s already happened. You lost Miguel– well, more like he lost you. You’re the one trapped in this purgatorial vortex. The space that lies between every what if, the border of every possibility.

And it’s so fucking lonely.

So it’s ironic that your multiverse jumping wristband is good for anything but its intended use. It mocks you, its amber projections burning red when you even so much as try to go home. Not to your original timeline– to HQ.

To him.

But you know that will never happen so you make do with what you have: the memories stored on your gadget, the device looking worse for wear with jagged claw marks running down its sides, disappearing into the scarred flesh that lies beneath it.

He didn’t mean to hurt you. You know that.

You wish you could tell him.

You (metaphorically) furiously fan away that cloud of remembrance. You’re already stuck, no need to dwell on the last time your heart was ripped out. You lie back, resting against nothing but floating amongst everything. Limbo sure is weird.

Arm resting over your stomach, you train your eyes on the happier time playing out from the screen on your wrist. It’s not perfect; the vision cracks, sometimes glitches in reds and greens before going back to normal. It’s getting worse.

There you go again! We’re trying to have a good time here.

Right. Right.

Sorry.

Focus.

You take a deep breath, chest rising and falling steadily.

Focus.

You close your eyes and when you reopen them, fix them on the screen that shows you strutting in Miguel’s domain, it’s like you’re there.

It’s like you’re back home.

“You gotta eat, you know.” Tossing a paper bag way up high, it doesn’t surprise you that he catches it with lightning fast reflexes, even with his back turned to you. “And if you don’t, I’ll make ‘em take empanadas off the menu.”

He’s still. Only sound coming from him is the rustling of the bag. At least there’s that, you think as you approach the floating platform. “Don’t make me come up there!” You holler, though you only get your own echo in return.

Shit. He’s in a mood.

Throat flexing with a thick swallow, you decide to go up anyways– you sure don’t want to wait for him to come to you. Thing’s slow as hell.

Webs whipping from your wrist, you fashion a slingshot apparatus to propel you yards into the air. Nothing beats the rush of a flight, even now as you descend into what could be a particularly thorny situation with a particularly grumpy man.

But he’s your particularly grumpy man.

“Hey,” Your voice starts softly, “Everything–”

He turns around, stopping you in the middle of what was going to be your magnum opus of pep talks to show he’s got a mouthful of doughy goodness that keeps him from talking. And when he swallows, there’s a damn smirk waiting for you to kiss.

You don’t fall for it, at least not now but god do you want to. But first…

“Asshole!”

“You just jumped to conclusions.” Another bite of the savory empanada just to tick you off. You’re so cute when you’re annoyed, even if it’s all in good fun. Your cheeks puff up and your nose scrunches when your eyebrows furrow. He’ll kiss you if you won’t.

“Oh, real mature. Hiding behind–”

In a flash, the empanada goes back in the bag and in red glowing binds gets fastened to the side of his computer mainframe, freeing up his hands to pull you close. A little too roughly, but you melt into his big frame regardless, lips pursing against his and giggling when you can taste meat and spice.

“How romantic.” You mutter and he laughs.

God, his laugh. Nobody heard it too often– nobody but you, that is.

When Miguel was with you, it’s as if you two were in a world of your own. A timeline of your own. Where past transgressions and terrible happenings were nonexistent. Where he could be him, the man he was supposed to be: sweet, charming, and kind. And where you could love him like he deserved.

Is someone else filling that role now?

Great! You’re thinking too much again. Stop fucking this up!

“June 27th!” You blurt, warped back to reality when your thoughts strayed too far from the projection.

The picture’s changed now. You’re home, your residence littered with reminders of Miguel. It’s empty, but not for long. The front door slams open and you and Miguel come pouring in, him taking the lead as the two of you blindly navigate the foyer with your lips locked and hands gripping each other for dear life.

Your cheeks in real time burn. Maybe you shouldn’t stay for this memory.

Oh, don’t be such a prude. It’s literally you! The little voice in your head chastises and honestly… You can’t argue with that.

“M-Miguel, I don’t– I don’t have– I’m not on–”

“Shut up.” A tempered hiss is pressed to your lips, thick digits coming to frame your face as he pushes you further into the space you’ve come to share together. “Or I’ll change my mind about filling you up.”

You can’t argue with that.

“Say it.” His growling crests your ears, breath hot and fangs out just moments later when his pelvis is flush against yours, cock buried to the base in your sopping wet pussy. You swear he’ll drip drool on you at this point, the man driven to the brink of his sanity by the way your cunt hugs him so tight. It’s like you want to milk him for all he’s worth.

Your hands paw helplessly at his chest, all your energy zapped as your eyes roll back under the curtain of fluttering fluffy eyelashes. “F-Fuck Miguel– f-fill me up!”

“Keep going.” His voice is low, rich and dark.

The fat head of his cock presses up against your sensitive bundle of clitoral nerves, slamming hard when you whimper and cry for him, “Right there, right there!” You start to babble, the words freely flowing from your kiss-bruised lips because your brain is long gone, “F-Fuck me, need your cum– need you, need you, Miguel! Please don’t stop, please!”

“Yeah? Can’t feel whole without my cock? Need it?” His tone seeped in pride, he loves seeing you unravel for him like this. “I’m givin’ it to you baby, right where you need it. You feel that? Your little pussy crying for me, so fucking wet. Fuck, you’re so good. Good for me.” He’s kissing you now, sloppy and panting into your mouth before his tongue ravishes yours and swallows every moan you give him.

Your legs locked around his waist still bounce, hips raised off the bed by Miguel’s brutish clutch so he can bully more of himself into you, harder and faster. Your lower body limply follows his every move, takes every slam and thrust all the while wet squelches fill the room. Your vision finally coming back, you see his nostrils flare and his eyes glazed over with a beastly kind of lust. It’s enough to make your bones shiver.

You can’t help but let your gaze rest there, even as he fucks you within an inch of your life, always so fervent with his thrusting as he stuffs you full, but you just can’t get over this view: his pectoral muscles flexing when you tighten up around him in just the right way, the way sweat gathers on his brow before trickling down his sharp jawline, and the way his lips stay agape because if he’s not groaning, he’s growling.

“That’s it, mi vida. Doin’ so good. Pussy takin’ me all the way in. Shit– I’m addicted. Might just fuck you raw every time. Want that?” One hand comes to your face, thumb just barely squishing your cheek and making you pout. “Say it.”

“Y-Yes, yes! Please Miguel!” Tear drops glimmering in the corners of your eyes, you plead for him, “C-Cum inside me, I’m getting close!” Every sense of yours is on fire, everything burning bright for him and only him. Always for him.

And you see a similar inferno explode in his narrowed eyes just then and it’s immediate, the way he unhooks your legs from his waist and bends them aaaalllllll the way back until your knees are violently knocking against the mattress, his lumbering body taking yours in the mating press he so adores.

Because he gets to fill you to the brim. Bump and grind against your cervix until even that soft nodule is his. He’s staking his claim, making you his as the soles of his feet dig deep into the sheets, his toned limbs caging your bouncing body until you’re nothing but a squealing little mess for him to clean up.

His balls slap firmly and roughly against your folds, sticky webs of cum starting and breaking each time he snaps his hips. Your walls tremble around him, gushing out more of your essence every time. You’re just about undone. He can feel it.

But so is he, his already thick cock pulsating with another rush of blood as the coil in his stomach heats up. He puts all his weight into you, onto you the last couple thrusts – he knows you can take it – so he can kiss you. So he can taste you.

“‘M cumming, c-cumming…” Your words are muffled and tired, eyes wheeling back as your orgasm hits you hard and heavy, Miguel following soon after with plenty of cum to fill your pretty pussy up with and an animalistic series of grunts as his cock twitches and throbs inside you. It’s thick and so much, too much so that the opaque matter starts to pool out when his hard shaft finally leaves you, giving your featherlight folds another heaping layer of viscosity.

“‘Tch– it’s comin’ out already.” He huffs, though with a bit of a laugh. “Can’t have that.” So his fingers gather what’s remaining and slip into your cunt before he pops another kiss to your parted lips, nipping just a teeny bit on the bottom half to get you to squeal one last time for him.

And that’s how the video ends. That’s how you finish, having followed along with lithe fingers rubbing your aching clit and one or two at any time plunged and crooked inside you, but it’s not the same.

It’ll never be the same.

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut #atsv x reader #atsv x you #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 📝 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ marie writes! ꒱#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for miguel. ꒱

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dynmghts · 4 months

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TRANSMISSION FROM @ofluminance : 💌 starshinc! 😈😈 TRANSMISSION ENDED / POSITIVITY TRAIN , ACCEPTING .

now THIS one i can do. oh ponnnn @starshinc you've been targeted (for my long-winded spiel about how cool you are) (and you literally sent an ask in for it but dandi beat you to it approximately six hours ago LMAO)

what i like about your blog: STARS. SHINY. besides that, though, you've also given me a fond appreciation for the colour purple because of your blog's main aesthetic, and i mean, really. i made you a whole icon psd based on that aesthetic. it was a lot of fun to incorporate the greens and purples of varying shades to fit your blog the best i could! because it's so different to my usual elements! and to top it off, i actually really enjoy how simple your formatting is (which is hilariously ironic when you look at my formatting in comparison)!!

what i like about your character(s): now i know you joke about it a lot but it's true that izuku has your whole ass braincell and i love that for you. we haven't been interacting as long as either of us have had our muses or blogs, but it really doesn't feel like that sometimes, because katsuki meshes really well with your portrayal! i mean. he's still an asshole. he still likes to mess with izuku when that poor boy has his guard down and he's all smug about it because ha, caught off guard, take that! but then izuku challenges katsuki with the same energy, and more often than not that's exactly what he needs, because bitch needs to get humbled.

this isn't even talking about the whole world we've constructed with your izuku's mute au and katsuki's villain-recovery au. MAN. we've plotted a whole decade or more for how that whole ass au works together, though we definitely kind of obviously ignore the canon progression and everything because fuck it we ball... but yknow what? worth it. it's been fun living in a silly little au world. i love canon as much as the next guy but sometimes an au is really where it's at.

what i like about you in general: well, i'd say you know better than most that i fucking SUCK at consistent (or just any) communication. but you've been so tolerant and patient about it, so i genuinely wholly appreciate that and i really hope you know that? not to mention you are a delight to talk to! and i do genuinely love to rattle off ideas with you, even when the brain is a bit foggy and i don't actually have anything coherent to throw at you. 1000000/10 amazing person to talk to right here guys

#ofluminance #starshinc #💥 ⸍ ii. answers.#💥 ⸍ i. out.#/ TAKE THIS #/ i'm having the time of my life btw

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violentdesires · 7 months

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𝐋𝐎𝐖 , 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 , keep your head low . oh , you gotta keep your head low . if you wanna keep your head , oh , you gotta keep your head low . they can't find the tune , they can't feel the rhythm . king hades is deafened by a river of stone ... and lady persephone's blinded by a river of wine , living in an oblivion . as black gold flows in the world down below and her dark clouds roll in the world up above ... that is the reason we're on this road and the seasons are wrong and the wind is so strong . that's why times are so hard : it's because of the gods ━━━ the gods have forgotten the song of their love .

kaelie morais ( camila queiroz ) . 635+ . unseelie-siren . ( psd + template )

Every king is supposed to radiate power and the unseelie king has never been an exception to that rule. He reigned his lands with an iron fist, leaving no doubts that he belonged on the throne. Many believed him truly immortal and all-powerful, but even the strongest of creatures have their weaknesses: His indiscretion happened behind closed doors and only his most trusted guards weren’t surprised when he presented yet another child to his court: Kaelie was the result of an affair. The oh-so powerful king was seduced by a siren, but he did not plan on revealing the truth about this child, showing flaws which could be the end of his very sovereignty. He introduced his daughter as the child of his queen and made plans to observe and punish any behavior his daughter may have inherited from the siren.

Being a princess comes with a lot of heavy expectations and Kaelie was rather young when she learned how to meet them. It was not owed to a particularly strong sense of obedience, but the cruel punishments inflicted by her father and a desire to experience more freedom. She learned how to wrap those that surrounded her around her little finger, ensuring that they would not inform her parents about her shenanigans. Her childhood and youth were hardly filled with happiness, a notion that many faeries never care for, but no one treated her as viciously as her own father did.

The king believed that his youngest child was far from useful and his nobles could not believe their eyes when he summoned an ancient creature - one that even unseelies and demons knew not to mess with. The being ruled its own hellish dimension and he arrived to tend after a simple task: He was meant to turn the princess into something more advantageous. A weapon. Kaelie’s dark education begun and no matter how much she suffered, her father did not rest until she learned to control one of the world’s most dangerous powers. Hellfire. For once in his life, the leader of the unseelies felt pleased with his offspring – and his amusement only increased when she turned on her teacher, destroying him with the very same flames he forced her to raise. Perhaps he could find himself in the child, after all.

Once her father became more accepting, the hybrid tried to forgive her relatives for their forceful methods, but some wounds never heal. There was a burning rage inside of her, the bitter taste of hurt and betrayal, but Kaelie learned how to hide her feelings behind the sweetest of smiles ; just like she learned to hide the effects of her voice and the thirst for blood that she inherited from a woman she did not even know of. Countless of faeries surrounded her as they were tasked with raising her, but no one ever dared to tell her where her strangeness stemmed from.

While her parents spread their poison and mischief, the princess stayed in the castle - but faerie politics were starting to bore her. Why would anyone want to claim a throne when it cost them their freedom? Fortunately for her, ruling the unseelie lands was something she would not ever need to consider: Even without her older siblings, her father was a strong man, one that defended his throne and his life with everything he had. Long live the king.

Growing up, there was only one thing that stayed completely off limits, no matter how much Kaelie argued. The human realm. It was something that did not change until the Clave began to crumble and she was tasked with simple duties as a representative. One of her missions lead her to France ; a country that she learned to love almost instantly. She found herself staying longer than necessary – for the landscape, the food and the people. Commoners hardly noticed the absence of the princess, but it began to ruin the mood of some nobles. Little did they know that they would feel even more anger once the wayward daughter returned. Pregnant.

Kaelie made every attempt to hide the news from her family, but it was to no avail. The magic she loved so very much betrayed her and her father never felt angrier with her. How could she dare to have a child out of wedlock? He locked her away, beginning to plot ways to hide the horrible mistake that could – once again – make him seem weak in the eye of his enemies. To protect his reputation, he killed the father of the child in front of her and announced that Kaelie's husband died in a tragic accident, never to witness the birth of his own offspring. If his daughter wished to live, she would not only play along but learn to obey ; but he did not pass up on the opportunity to inform her that he would not mind if she chose death. It was not fear for her own life, but fear for the life of her unborn child that made her give into her family’s demands and months later, Kaelie gave birth to a healthy daughter. Inês.

While the pregnancy was far from planned and caused her more trouble than she ever imagined, Kaelie could not even begin to describe the love that she felt for her little girl. Being a mother consumed her with pleasant feelings and she did not care if her happiness fueled her family’s hatred. Her child meant the world to her, but unfortunately, her attempts to stay out of rivalry and politics became more difficult when word about Amara’s foolishness spread like a wildfire. Some unseelies believed that it was time to make a move on the seelie throne. According to them, Amara’s young daughter had to be far easier to take on than the late queen, but the unseelie king warned his people to be patient. He claimed that he had great plans for the future, plans that would result in them reigning over both, the Seelie and the unseelie court. Kaelie could not understand her father’s hesitance – until she overheard heated arguments between her parents, revealing that Auraline was more than a potential threat and enemy. She was her father’s child. Kaelie’s half-sibling.

Learning about her connection to Auraline left her curious and, since her parents were not aware of her newfound knowledge about her sister, Kaelie convinced her family to let her spend time at the seelie court to ‘gather more information and aid them in their plans to take the newly appointed queen’s crown’. They believed that she would do everything to get close to Auraline just to take her down – but the princess ended up protecting the children at court when enemies attacked the realm.

New York has not been much of an adjustment for her. She took on the name ‘Morais’ to blend in among the humans, studying their customs and their behavior to gain the ability to act as if she happened to be one of them. Some of her relatives were not pleased with her decision to spend any time in the human realm, least of all without any guards, but she soothed them by claiming that she is merely doing her job – gathering information about the seelie queen. Little do they know that she is seizing any opportunity to have sweet revenge on their endless punishments ; Kaelie recently took a job at Victrola and while she knows that the fun might not last when her family finds out, she plans on making the most of it for as long as she possibly can…

#( 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒 ) ━━━ * introduction !#dih.intro #death tw #murder tw

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hiddengen · 2 months

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Does Paulina Gerzon Have William Syndrome? How’s Her Teeth?

Celebrities often get related to their character as portrayed in television series or movies. Just like Robert Downey, junior will always be Iron Man in the eyes of the audience. In today’s coverage, we will talk about Paulina Gerzon William Syndrome and learn whether she has William Syndrome.

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However, before learning anything about Paulina, let us learn about her past and present. Born on the 27th of January 1995 in New York, USA. Paulina Gerzon Is an American based actress and media celebrity. Her name came into the spotlight after working on popular projects like law and order and others.

Her diverse acting styles have allowed the 26-year-old actress to be featured in more than 25 creations as of 2022. If you want to learn more about the particular actress, you can always click here. Now that we know a little bit about her let us learn more about her William syndrome.

Does Paulina really have Syndrome?

We will debunk the information of Paulina having the Williams syndrome through these facts. In 1999, she was featured in the popular American Television series Law and Order Special Victims Unit. She got a role as the character Alicea in over two episodes of that particular television series.

In that particular television series, her character suffered from a disease named William Syndrome. Williams syndrome is a particular physical disability that is based on genes. A certain effect on genes causes a physical malfunction in one’s body.

In that particular television series, She had to execute her role as the character who had the Williams syndrome. Even though she was young around that age, she killed it with her acting. Even at such a young age, She showed her professionalism and successfully executed her character.

Her acting was so iconic that many fans still think that she has Williams syndrome even to this day. However, through different sources of media and also through her ver Interview. We learned that she is not suffering from William Syndrome at all.

Did Paulina Gerzon William Syndrome damage her teeth?

In the image attached below, you can see that she had deformed teeth due to Williams syndrome. As we already said, Williams syndrome physically affects one’s growth and development. Due to this reason, the patient usually has deformed teeth. However, the death that she used to have during law and order television series as a disabled child was fake. They were plastic-based makeup that she used over her teeth to make sure they looked deformed. Off-camera, You can see that she has an amazing set of teeth.

The deformed teeth have been a prop of that particular television series. However, due to her iconic acting at such a young age, people started referring to her actual teeth as deformed teeth. Even though this certain detail is wrong, you can follow her Instagram to look at her current facial status. She has a beautiful face With a perfect set of teeth, Which she uses to smile.

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