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Hello there! I'm a human being that is apart of many different fandom's --- Genderfluid but prefers he/him --- Proud Pansexual --- Polynesian/Australian
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Miguel O'Hara/Reader
Characters: Miguel O'Hara, Reader, Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse), Jessica Drew, Lyla | LYrate Lifeform Approximation (Earth-928), Charlotte Webber (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Reader Is A Spider-Verse Agent, Spider Society (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse), Technopathy, Not Canon Compliant, male reader - Freeform, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Riding, Mating Press, Copious Amounts of Cum, Breeding
Series: Part 3 of Agent 725 (Spider-Verse)
Summary:
NOTE: This fanfiction is a special work with five alternate versions to cater to people of different genders and preferences. This is the work for anyone with masculine pronouns and male genitalia preferences for the reader. You can find all other versions in the Agent 725 series this work is a part of
As an agent helping fight anomalies that threaten different Earth's, you have a special power- the ability to manipulate and control technology. When Miguel O'Hara, tough and angry leader of spider society, comes down with an illness and locks everyone out, it's your job to break in. Unfortunately, he's in a much more... compromising situation than expected.
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Look out! Here comes my first writing piece!
To be completely honest, I'm not sure what to title this. I heard a slightly depressing tiktok audio and this is what came into fruition from it. Enjoy.
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Admittedly, you were getting attached.
Falling for someone who didn’t exist.
A set of pre recorded lines
that made your heart flutter like no other.
In the grand scheme of things,
his existence seemed inconsequential.
But he was special.
Special to you.
His laughter,
sarcastic remarks and smart quips;
Something no one could replace,
you think.
Playing that silly little game that brings you such joy,
his voice appears,
washing away every doubt in your mind.
Even so,
your heart aches.
Such an intricate thing this game was.
You couldn’t deny
He was everything you wanted,
right there.
Yet so far out of reach.
But you’re okay with that.
Stanley in your place,
While you yearn for someone
You can never have.
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Where did this photo come from. I found it on best of jonhamm and it’s been totally doctored.
Hiya! :) The photo is from the Good Omens press panel, October 2 2018, to promote the upcoming show, with David Tennant, Michael Sheen, Neil Gaiman, Jon Hamm, Miranda Richardson and Douglas Mackinnon. :)
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Breathe Masterlist
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight
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Jskfnf
Sorry for being dead akkckckcksjkf
I'm trying to deal with my burnout but bdkfbf
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THERE HE IS, IT’S MY FAVOURITE WHITE BOY!
tell me you watch the dream smp without telling me you watch the dream smp
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I like how you draw Eret! This is super nice! Keep it up!
I never thought I’d see the day…
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Happy holidays everyone! 🎄🎉
Have this drawing as my present to you all hehe 🎁😂
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I hope you guys had a Merry Christmas! ❤️ But if you don't celebrate it, that's fine too! I hope you had a pleasant day anyway 😊❤️ if that didn't go go well for you- then there's always gonna be a better day to come 👍 Love you guys grrrr
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This is just too beautiful!
Say You Love Me
Hey, so I wrote a lil’ UsUk oneshot. ^^ You can find it (and my other fanfics) on my Fanfiction account - AA Addict. Although, I did make that account when I was eleven meaning that most of its content is actual trash. I did a review of my first ever fanfic… I might post it here. I’m good at cringe reviews, but only when the cringe is my own cringe.
It’s 4,304 words, just to let ya know.
“Hey, Artie?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
“Likewise.”
“…Aren’t you ever gonna say it back?”
Arthur slumped down into his chair, head in hands. Alfred F. Jones, his American boyfriend, had just stormed out of the apartment after an argument, leaving it feeling rather large, empty, and quiet.
It was an argument over the stupidest of things. Honestly, who cared if Arthur had never uttered the words ‘I love you’?
Alfred did, apparently. And to an extent, so did Arthur.
The first time Alfred had declared his love was five months ago, after four months of dating. They had just come back from dinner at a swish restaurant, and after a round of sweet sex Alfred had blurted it out – ‘I think I love you’. He’d blushed, laid his head on Arthur’s chest so that they weren’t maintaining eye contact, then said in a bit of a whisper, ‘Actually, I definitely love you’. Arthur remembered feeling like he was higher than Cloud Nine, a giddy sensation arising within him and his heart pounding a million beats per minute. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was fairly certain he had abandonment issues (probably due to his past relationships), and hearing Alfred proclaim his love had given him full assurance that Alfred was the one.
At that point, Arthur definitely loved Alfred too. He was happiest when with him, not to mention he felt safe and secure, even when they were doing completely wild activities such as skydiving and bungee-jumping. However, he just couldn’t say it. The words got stuck in his throat every time he tried to say them, he choked on them, his lips refused to allow them to form. He wanted so badly to say it, but failed whenever he tried. And so he only said words akin to ‘likewise’ in response to Alfred’s frequent declarations of love. He felt terrible whenever he did so, for Alfred’s sunny disposition would always become slightly clouded, but what could he do? Alfred had seemed to understand, until now.
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