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flowersforbrokenspiritz · 2 months

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Mi bebe Kittylina se va a ir en poquito y no lo puedo aceptar

#es literal mi hija enfermedadd de mierda COMO TE VAS A ROBAR A MI BEBA ASI #ESTOY HECHA MIERDA NO SE QUE HACER

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demonstars · 11 months

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Que venga a Perú y represento como la unica peruana en dtblr, le invito a comer asi q si vale la pena 👍 -🌼

fuera de joda siento que un stream reaccionando a comida latina del dteam (pero especialmente de gnf, porque me encantan sus reacciones) sería entretenido. pero autentica comida latina sabes. ponle un ceviche a dream y ver como llora de olerlo es como un experimento social para mi

#me encanta la comida peruana te voy a robar #dicen que es como una de las mejores de acá #yo solo quiero darle arepitas de verde con queso blanco del bueno u_u #star asks #ohliveoil #🌼

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david-brittlesbee · 1 year

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AAAAAAA me paso lo mismo no entendía quien carajo era javiera???? Y ni google me decia nada? Y escondido en un artículo vi que era encargada del contenido original en español latino de amazon prime??? Y dicen que es SU película 😶‍🌫️ quien la juna. Y Pascal felciitando a amazon en esa publicación, nada que ver, son unos fantasmas

son re pesados,encima que vas al tag de la peli acá y es casi todo "ay pedro esto ay pedro lo otro" quieren darle protagonismo a alguien que no tiene nada que ver

#como siempre un chileno queriendo robar protagonismo #te das cuenta que no leyeron ni un resumen de la peli pq minimo sabrian lo que esta peli significa para nosotros #ask

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flan-tasma · 2 months

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Hello :3 can I request a Lyney x female reader who is a mechanic, and Lyney flirts with her while shes working in hopes to make her flustered, but she ends up flirting back and makes him flustered instead, which leads to Lyney finding out he likes being topped by a girl in bed so, a sub lyney x dom female reader :3 Thank you!

💖~ I had a lot of fun with this, I won't deny it. I have never felt like this in my life heeeelp

Warning: Smut, Fem!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

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Una sonrisa se dibujó en su rostro al escuchar el tintineo de la campana que dió el aviso de su llegada. El ruido del reloj constante entraba por uno de sus oídos y le salía por el otro mientras pasaba a través de los estantes de la tienda repleta de artefactos y cachivaches que, para el ojo de los desconocidos e incultos en tu tipo de arte, pensarían que era producto de un huracán que tiró todos los tubos y los engranajes alrededor de los estantes desorganizados.

Lyney había escuchado tu voz dándole la bienvenida a tu tienda, una frase que repetías casi de manera mecánica cuando la alerta en forma de campana sonaba. Tu entera concentración no estaba en el mago, cosa que lo molestó en algún lugar de su profundo corazón, sino que tu mirada estaba más interesada en el intercambio de los engranajes de lo que parecía un reloj en su más puro estado de metal y agujas desnudas sobre tu mesa empolvada, brochas, llaves y destornilladores te rodeaban como si solo hubieran sido tiradas sobre la mesa para esperar su turno de ser usadas por tus manos que jugaban con las partes del reloj, descubriendo poco a poco el rompecabezas que habías armado y cuyas piezas fallaban de alguna manera para caer en tus manos.

“Parece que ni siquiera tienes tiempo para saludarme correctamente, cher.” El mago, tan dramático como solía ser, se puso una mano en su corazón dolido por tu frialdad. Tus dedos se detuvieron al escuchar su voz, la sombra de una sonrisa en tus labios se formó mientras te quitabas los anteojos y los dejabas sobre la mesa.

La parte de atrás de la tienda es donde solías trabajar, era tu taller, no sé suponía que alguien entrara a tu rincón privado, pero Lyney siempre tuvo este pase de entrada, incluso si nunca se lo dijiste, él sabía que podía pasearse por dónde le diera la gana en tu tienda y tu taller. Ese era su privilegio. Solo suyo.

“Pensé que tenías una práctica para tu show de mañana.” Lyney no soportó un minuto más para tomar tu mano y quitarte tus guantes grasientos antes de entrelazar sus dedos con los tuyos y levantarte para fundirse a sí mismo en tu abrazo. Un sonido de satisfacción, como dejar salir sus preocupaciones desde sus pulmones, te calentó el pecho junto a su otra mano sobre tu cintura.

“Tengo un problema muy urgente y solo tú puedes ayudarme.” El mago sonrió, la misma sonrisa de un zorro astuto a punto de robar algo, la sonrisa que te hizo imitarlo con diversión. “Siento mis extremidades entumecidas cuando trató de subir al escenario, cher. Necesito que engrases mis articulaciones para que pueda volver a mi puesto como el gran mago que Fontaine conoce.”

El chico parecía obsesionado con soltar las peores frases para ligar referente a la mecánica, te habías enterado por Freminet que incluso llegó a pedirle explicaciones a él para planear sus avances al inicio de su cortejo, y parecía que no tenía planes de terminar con sus movimientos. Te sorprendió que no se le cruzara por la cabeza la idea de usar alambres y tuercas como serpentina un día de estos. Aunque no niegas que tal vez sí lo hizo y lo descartó para no hacerte daño.

La sonrisa victoriosa y orgullosa del mago te calentó el corazón, no importaba si querías meterle un trapo en la boca para que se calle mientras seguía soltando una gran cantidad de basura romántica mientras te hacía bailar con él en el pequeño taller. Su corazón bombeaba como el fuego de una maquinaria a vapor, estaba seguro de que necesitaría que le ayudes a transformar ese anticuado mecanismo en uno totalmente nuevo y moderno, así podría amarte mejor también. Tal vez podrías hacer algo como una fuente y jugar con la energía hidráulica para que sus circuitos te den pequeñas descargas eléctricas a distancia cuando pensara en ti.

Sus intentos de ponerte ese precioso color colorado en tus mejillas fue humilde, podrías clasificarlo en uno de los mejores solo porque su voz es preciosa mientras cerca de tus labios y acariciaba tu mejilla con la esperanza de que su magia haga aparecer tu sonrojo. Lyney era un buen hombre y merecía que lo reconocieran.

“Si es así, creo que debo abrirte y revisar qué está mal contigo.” Tu juego pudo haberse quedado en eso solamente, pero no te echarías para atrás, mucho menos cuando el propio Lyney casi se atraganta cuando le quitaste su capa y lo tomaste por los hombros para besarlo. Dio un grito interno junto a un reseteo de su propio cerebro mientras te sujetaba por la cadera y trataba de seguir tu ritmo, pero ya lo habías sentado en tu mesa de trabajo y los botones de su camisa se estaban desabotonando. Su sombrero y su camisa blanca quedaron en tu mesa, el lugar más limpio del taller en el que trabajaban normalmente arreglando guardias robots, ahora estabas aplastando el miembro de Lyney en tu mano mientras lo obligabas a no apartar la mirada.

Sus ojos casi se nublaron cuando tu mano lo agarró por el mentón y le abriste la boca con tus dedos, provocando que un nuevo jadeo se escuche dentro del pequeño taller.

“Tu caja de voz parece que funciona bien, por desgracia. Pero esperemos que una sobrecarga te arregle lo que tienes en la cabeza, amor.” Tu dedo pulgar acarició la punta del falo de Lyney, tus demás dedos parecían recordar las diferentes venas que eran parte de su carne, tu mano empezó a moverse más rápido gracias al líquido preseminal que brotaba desde la punta. “Parece que está parte de ti funciona excelentemente. Felicidades, parece que no estás lo suficientemente dañado como para tener que hacerte un análisis completo.”

Las manos de Lyney se aferraron a la mesa, tratando de arañar la madera debajo de sus dedos mientras sus piernas simplemente caían frente a él, sentía que su cuerpo caliente era arrasado por el espacio pequeño en el que estaba siendo jodido, pero poco le pudo haber importado en dónde iba a soltar su semen para cuando tus labios ya estaban dejando marcas en su cuello expuesto. Sus pezones eran muy sensibles, tanto que solo bastó que los lamiera para que manchara patéticamente tu ropa con su eyaculación.

“Ahí debería estar mejor.” Tu tono lo martirizó cuando tu mano no se detuvo, lo llevaste a través de su orgasmo hasta que prácticamente jadeó como una pasiva contra tu aliento. “Parece que aún no estás totalmente bien. Creo que necesitaré ser un poco más paciente contigo, ¿verdad?”

No pudo evitar gemir un patético “sí” contra tus labios, aceptando cualquier cosa que planearas hacerle en ese momento.

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A smile appeared on his face as he heard the tinkling of the bell that announced his arrival. The constant noise of the clock entered one of his ears and left the other as he passed through the shelves of the store full of artifacts and bric-a-brac that, to the eye of the unknown and uneducated in your type of art, would think that It was the product of a hurricane that knocked all the tubes and gears around on the shelves in disarray.

Lyney had heard your voice welcoming him to your store, a phrase you repeated almost mechanically when the bell-shaped alert rang. Your entire concentration was not on the magician, which bothered him somewhere deep in his heart, but your gaze was more interested in the exchange of the gears of what looked like a clock in its purest state of metal and bare hands. On your dusty table, brushes, keys and screwdrivers surrounded you as if they had only been thrown on the table to wait their turn to be used by your hands that played with the parts of the clock, discovering little by little the puzzle that you had put together and whose pieces failed somehow to fall into your hands.

“Looks like you don't even have time to greet me properly, cher.” The magician, as dramatic as he usually was, placed a hand on his heart, hurt by your coldness. Your fingers stopped when you heard his voice, the shadow of a smile forming on your lips as you took off your glasses and left them on the table.

The back of the store is where you used to work, it was your workshop, I don't know that someone was supposed to come into your private corner, but Lyney always had this entrance pass, even if you never told him, he knew he could wander around where would like in your store and your workshop. That was his privilege. Only his.

“I thought you had practice for your show tomorrow.” Lyney couldn't stand another minute to take your hand and remove your greasy gloves before intertwining his fingers with yours and lifting you up to melt himself into your embrace. A sound of satisfaction, like letting his worries out of his lungs, warmed your chest along with his other hand on your waist.

“I have a very urgent problem and only you can help me.” The wizard smiled, the same smile of a cunning fox about to steal something, the smile that made you imitate him with amusement. “My limbs feel numb when he tried to go on stage, cher. I need you to grease my joints so he can return to my position as the great magician Fontaine knows.”

The man seemed obsessed with saying the worst pickup lines regarding mechanics, you had found out from Freminet that he even asked him for explanations to plan his advances at the beginning of their courtship, and it seemed that he had no plans to end his movements. He surprised you that the idea of using wires and nuts as a streamer didn't cross his mind one of these days. Although you don't deny that maybe he did do it and he ruled it out so as not to hurt you.

The magician's victorious and proud smile warmed your heart, it didn't matter if you wanted to shove a rag in his mouth to shut him up as he continued spouting a lot of romantic garbage while making you dance with him in the small workshop. His heart was pumping like the fire of a steam engine, he was sure that he would need you to help him transform that antiquated mechanism into a totally new and modern one, so he could love you better too. Maybe you could make something like a fountain and play with water power so that his circuits would give you little electric shocks from a distance when he thought of you.

His attempts to put that beautiful blush on your cheeks was humbling, you could classify him as one of the best just because his voice is beautiful as he nears your lips and caresses your cheek in the hope that his magic will bring out your blush. Lyney was a good man, and he deserved to be recognized.

“If so, I think I should open you up and check what's wrong with you.” Your game could have stopped at just that, but you wouldn't back down, much less when Lyney himself almost choked when you took his cloak off of him and took him by the shoulders to kiss him. He gave an internal scream along with a reset of his own brain as he held you by the hip and tried to keep up with your pace, but you had already sat him down at your work table and the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoning. His hat and his white shirt were left on your table, the cleanest place in the workshop where they normally worked fixing robot guards, now you were crushing Lyney's cock in your hand while forcing him not to look away.

His eyes almost blurred when your hand grabbed him by the chin and you opened his mouth with your fingers, causing a new gasp to be heard inside the small workshop.

“Your voice box seems to be working fine, unfortunately. But let's hope an overload fixes what's in your head, love.” Your thumb caressed the tip of Lyney's cock, your other fingers seemed to remember the different veins that were part of his flesh, your hand began to move faster thanks to the precum oozing from the tip. “It seems like this part of you is working excellently. Congratulations, it looks like you are not damaged enough to need a full analysis.”

Lyney's hands gripped the table, trying to claw at the wood beneath his fingers as his legs simply fell in front of him, he felt his hot body being ravaged by the small space he was being fucked up, but little could he do having cared where he was going to release his cum by the time your lips were already leaving marks on his exposed neck. His nipples were very sensitive, so much so that it was enough for him to lick them for him to pathetically stain your clothes with his ejaculate.

“It should be better there.” Your tone tormented him when your hand didn't stop, you carried him through his orgasm until he was practically panting passively against your breath. “It seems like you're not totally fine yet. I think I’ll need to be a little more patient with you, right?”

He couldn’t help but moan a pathetic “yes” against your lips, accepting whatever you planned to do to him at that moment.

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milagro-24 · 2 months

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Pasando por un momento muy doloroso viendo a un ser querido entubado, luchando por vivir..Pegado a la vida a no soltarla,con diálisis de 8 horas diarias con un riñón que no le sirve ,con la sangre envenenada por una infección que daño su riñón,su garganta y envenenó su sangre,su corazón late lento porque también tiene problemas en su corazón,sus pulmones llenos de agua...Dios mío tantas complicaciones para una sola persona con problemas de diabetes y aún se aferra a la vida a no querer dejar a su familia es un guerrero.

Entonces es cuando queremos mucho ir y hacer filas y decir hoy voy yo en la tarde tu...Solo para decirle te amo estoy aquí...Y me digo a mi misma porque esperar un momento así... Porque no decirlo siempre que esa persona sienta que es importante para ti,sea un amigo especial,sea tu padre,tu madre,tus hijos,tu esposo oh esposa... Porque esperar que una persona este convaleciente para decirle que le amas...Este momento difícil también me ha enseñado a enojarme menos y a sonreír más a no dejarme robar la paz por cosas insignificantes a ser feliz con el cada día que puedo abrir mis ojos y que puedo respirar no importando las circunstancias no importando nada solo ser feliz con cada día enojarme menos y sonreír más vivir cada momento como si fuera el último día siendo feliz con lo que tengo sin quejarme de nada, hay que disfrutar cada día ser feliz y decir te amo a tus seres queridos porque un día estamos mañana no lo sabemos.. Porque todos vamos a morir unos antes otros después pero todos moriremos... Pero mientras vivimos se feliz vive tu vida sin dañar a nadie,sin ser egoísta vive tu vida y se muy feliz con lo que tienes hasta ahora y no dejes de decir te amo a esa persona que tienes cerca😊un abrazo desde mi país Colombia 🇨🇴 y no olvides sonreír un día sin sonreír es un día perdido.

#landscape #nature #beautiful #landschaft #sky #frases #pensamientos #reflexiones

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fairlyang · 4 months

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Thank you 🕷️

spider-man saves you

w/c: 3.1K

pairing: miguel o’hara

tags: 18+ smut. getting robbed, getting saved, then getting chased, saved, a spider-man kiss, then surprise visit, blowjob, almost getting caught

I was walking back home after going to the bodega to get some snacks when I was suddenly pulled into the alley by some man, followed by two others. "Let me go!!!" I yelled but then a hand quickly went over my mouth.

My heart was beating at a very alarming rate and panic surged my body but I couldn't think of how I could escape. I was still yelling and wiggling about trying to escape but it was no use, this man was big and so were the other two. I was a goner.

The man grabbing me had one hand over my mouth and the other around my waist, one of the other men had snatched my purse and bag of snacks. So fucking infuriating.

I have no fucking cash and all they're going to get are takis and sour skittles-

Suddenly the last guy disappeared and was pulled up so fast I stopped my theatrics and looked up to see the man webbed to the wall. Could it be?

My eyes widen when the second guy is snatched up and thrown to the floor. He is then webbed down and the guy holding me quietly gasps, his grip on me getting harder.

He then removes his hand from my mouth and went down to his pocket but before he could take out what he wanted, Spider-man finally popped up and webbed his hand to his pocket.

The man lets me go and tries to get his hand off but obviously struggling, crazy how that was his first priority.

I run towards Spider-man and he steps in front of me, watching the man struggle to get the webs off. I breathe in then out, thank god.

Then I hear scrambling but couldn't see considering Spider-man was big and tall. Not what I expected, at least he doesn't look this big on tv..

Spider-man quickly took a few steps forward and punched the mugger in the face then webbed him to the floor multiple times. I sigh in relief and feel my breathing calm down.

Spider-man turns around and looks down at me, "are you alright? Hurt at all?"

I nod, still feeling a little shaken then speak up, "I'm okay, but thank you-"

"It's no problem, just doing my job." He says making me smile.

"Well thanks anyway." I say as he walks over to the second man that he webbed up.

He goes through the webs and digs up my purse along with my bag of snacks. He then walks over to me and hands them back, "assuming these are yours..."

I nod and take them both, "thank you again-"

I get cut off by hearing the familiar sound of police sirens nearing us. I turn my head to the head of the alley seeing the lights blare through but the car wasn't in sight yet.

I turn to spider-man but he was gone, then I look up and see him just stuck to the wall above me. "Stay safe, and yell if you ever need help again." He says making me laugh.

"Can do!" I exclaim and hear the sirens getting closer and now hearing the car as well.

Spider-man swings out and I turn my head to look at the cop car that was driving towards me. The car stops in front of me and out comes the captain looking over the scene. "What happened he-"

"Mija?!? Que haces aqui- estas bien?!? Que te paso?!?" My dad rushed over to me and I just laugh while he checks me for any wounds. (Dear/honey, What are you doing here- are you okay? What happened to you?!?)

"Estoy bien papa! Unos hombre me quisieron robar pero el spider-man me salvó!" I say and smile as he raises an eyebrow at me. (I'm okay dad! Some men wanted to rob me but spider-man saved me!)

I motion to the guys webbed up and he sighs then cups my head, "estoy bien." I reassure and give him a small nod. (I'm okay)

"Mira tal ves el no está tan mal-" I say but he shoots me a glare. (Look maybe he's not that bad-)

He then sighs and nods, "nomas por hacer esto." (only for doing this)

I nod back and then hug him, "me llevas a la casa?" I ask and he laughs. (take me home?)

"Claro que si, mi niña." He whispers hugging me back tightly. (Of course, my girl. its endearing!)

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I didn't think that I'd be in any trouble after getting saved by spider-man because surely getting mugged would only happen to a person once right? Wrong!

Apparently the guys that mugged were a part of a gang or was it the mafia? Who knows but they got mad that I apparently sent their men to jail-

Because who else could they blame? Not spider-man as if they would be able to just find him and beat his ass up.

Now I was running the streets downtown as I was being chased by like six huge men trying so hard to juke and lose them but all of them were on my ass.

My legs were growing tired and I wish I hadn't decided to take a walk for fun. Especially by myself. And at night...

But still I ran as fast as I could and quickly ran in the direction of a park I knew nearby. Hoping I could tire them out and try to hide as best I can, I speed up and run straight to where there's loads of trees.

I run deeper, hearing their yells way back but I stop and start climbing a thick tree. I climb up fast and get high enough to where there's a thick branch that can hide me well enough.

I hold my breath and look down, hearing many sets of footsteps near me until I hear all of them stop one by one. I cover my mouth and try to calm my breathing down when I hear a noise I heard a few days ago.

Webs.

I then hear some groans and grunts then pure silence. I sigh and start climbing down, looking around carefully as I slip down the tree to see the men scattered all over the trees.

But no sign of him.

I get off the last bit of the tree and peer through trying to find spider-man but to my luck he was gone. Until I felt a breeze behind me and there he was hanging upside down, scaring me half to death.

I jumped and held a hand onto my heart feeling it thumping hard. "Jesus fuck-" I mutter and roll my eyes.

"No thank you this time?" He teases making me laugh. Ah so he had a sense of humor too?

I shake my head and chuckle, "not anymore." I say looking up at his masked face and smile. "Jump scares aren't very nice." I joke and pout.

"Couldn't help myself." He admits and I see the outline of a grin through his mask.

He had a really nice voice...

"So does trouble usually follow you or...." He asks and I scoff.

"No! And if anything this is your fault-"

"My fault-"

"Yeah!! They got mad you beat their friends asses and needed someone to blame." I say and playfully glare at him.

I bite my lip trying not to laugh and cross my arms against my chest as he just chuckles. "Hey does your head not hurt when you do that?" I ask earning me a laugh.

He shook his head and I shrugged, "just curious."

"Somewhat nosy-"

"Nosy?!?"

He snickers making me groan and roll my eyes, why did it feel as if we've known each other for years?

Who would've thought New York's very own hero would be easy to talk to?

"So really no thank you?" He teases again and it was now my turn to laugh in his face.

"Why are you so desperate for a thanks Spidey?" I ask and bite my lip wanting to break down laughing. Was this really happening? This didn't feel real...

He shrugs and I could practically hear and somewhat see him smiling as he spoke, "just to feel appreciated." He says sarcastically and I couldn't hide the smile that slipped through.

"Aww need some appreciation then?" I tease and he slowly nods.

He then lowers himself down, his face directly facing me. I instantly made the connection and couldn't hide the warmness that crept onto my cheeks. Oh my...

I mean how could I say no?

I take a step forward and slowly bring my hands up to his neck. Finding the end of his mask I slowly bring it down his throat, chin, then his lips. Of course he had to have pretty lips.

Bet he was fine underneath as well-

I ignore my thoughts and just lean in, I move my hands to cup his cheeks and close my eyes as I kissed him softly, him kissing back instantly. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I unfortunately smiled through the kiss.

As embarrassed as I was, it made me feel better when he did as well. I pull back then peck his lips a few times then stop, letting our lips be millimeters apart while I grinned ear to ear before pulling away completely. I grab the ends of his mask and bring it up to his lips then over to conceal the rest of him.

I lean in and quietly whisper, "thank you."

I let go of the mask and walk away feeling my heart face and my cheeks grow even warmer. Wow.

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I was fortunate enough to have gone a week with no trouble or anyone bothering me.

Which on one side was a good thing because I wasn't getting chased or mugged but on the other I wasn't getting saved by the spider.

I couldn't get that kiss out of my head and that voice-

It wasn't my fault I had a thing for nice voices... If anything it was his fault for sounding so hot...

But I wanted more and it was getting so hard to control my thoughts when I was home alone or in general. My dad took notice of this and was getting annoyed I wouldn't tell him why I was so distracted lately.

How could I tell my father that I couldn't get spider-man out of my head? Bad enough he only barely tolerated him now and ONLY because he saved me. Otherwise he'd still be anti-spiderman.

Even then he stills complains about him but tried not to do it to my face considering I'd tell him how thankful I was that he saved me, twice.

Mom said third times the charm and I'd get a kiss and before I could respond my dad started choking on his food. So that immediately was something I knew I wasn't going to admit to them. Ever.

Now I was on the roof of our apartment building looking out into the starry night sky and tall building while somewhat falling asleep on the lawn chair I was in.

The only reason I hadn't knocked out was because the sounds of the literal crickets were keeping me awake. Very quiet but I could still hear them and it was a good thing because I'd be getting yelled at if I were to accidentally sleep up here.

Or for what I was about to do...

I was dozing off again when I heard footsteps behind me which made me jump and go into panic mode assuming it was my dad. "Papi te prometo que no me estaba durmiendo-" I say quickly and whip my head behind me only to see spider-man. (dad I promise that I wasn't falling asleep-)

What-

"De verdad? Porque creo que tus ojos estaban cerrados..." his now familiar voice teases and I blush. (Really? Because I think your eyes were closed....)

Spanish? Oh god I'm fucked-

I clear my throat and cough, what the fuck-

"Well I uh- hmm.. just wanted to chill up here." I say and scratch the back of my neck.

"What's your excuse? Are you stalking me?" I tease and turn my head facing the buildings again.

I bite my lip and feel my face grow warmer like never before. God at least he could hide his face and reactions under that mask...

I hear him chuckle and feel his presence now next to me. I turn my head to the right only to be met with his crotch to my face instantly making me whip my head right back around in embarrassment. Oh my god he's going to kill me- unknowingly too-

"What would you say if I was?" He whispers, barely audible, and I feel my breath hitch. Oh shit-

" I'd say you're crazy...." I mutter and clear my throat, finding newfound confidence.

I turn my head then tilt my head to look at him, "I'd say it looks like you want a proper thank you..."

I bat my eyelashes at him and I could almost swear I heard him groan. Didn't look like i misheard him based off the way he was tilting his head back. I breathe in and smile up at him, "so which is it?"

He looks down at e and grabs a hand down to cut my cheek. He rubs his thumb against my skin and I could swore I felt like I was going to melt. "Enséñame que tanto estás agradecida de lo que hice." He whispers and I nod, subconsciously squeezing my thighs together. (Show me how thankful you are for what I did)

I then bring my eyes down to look at his crotch, his bulge already popping through his skin tight suit. The shape itself was enough to send me into cardiac arrest and maybe pass away.

He was so thick.

I gasp and gulp before placing a hand against him, slowly rubbing him through his suit. He hissed and bucked his hips forward making me giggle. "Con calma.... Trust me I won't be leaving right now..." I say and look up info his eyes I continue my slow movements. (With calmness)

He moans and bucks his hips towards me again, I giggle and stroke him faster. "Nomas quisiste esto?" I tease and he groans. (You just wanted this?)

"Usa esa boca para algo más nena." He murmurs making me look up at him with wide eyes. (Use that mouth for something else baby girl)

Holy fuck...

Nonetheless I paid attention, I pull the bottom half of his suit and he had some boxers on, which was a bit surprising. "Di menos." I mutter and bring the boxers down making his cock spring up to his stomach. (Say less)

My mouth hung low and I squeezed my thighs together again, for any kind of friction . I took his shaft in my hands and gathered a good amount of spit in my mouth before spitting on his dick having it go from the tip and down to bis balls.

I licked my lips and felt my body shake in articulation as I leaned in and left a small kiss to his red leaking tip. I then left little kitten licks on it as I collected all his precum in my mouth. I slowly start stroking him and taking more of him in my mouth as I heard his moans above me.

I felt his hands go down to grip onto my hair and couldn't help the whimper escaping my lips when he pulled on my hair. I go down deeper feeling myself gag on it a bit before even reaching halfway and pull out. I continue stroking him as I catch my breath and moan when he makes me take him in my mouth again.

I take him in my mouth happily and bob my head up and down making sure to have his tip hit the back of my throat. "Fuck- that's such a good girl- asi mami no te muevas." He moans out and slowly starts thrusting his hips forward. (Just like that baby don't move)

I bring my hand down and just let him fuck my face, letting him choose his own pace as he was now doing deep thrusts. I closed my eyes, feeling them swell up but not giving a care in the world.

"Your mouth feels so good baby- so fucking good." He purrs as he now moves faster, not caring if I can breathe properly.

His thrusts become more rapid and deep and I just let it happen, this was all too hot and I was just thinking with the ache between my legs.

I usually prefer receiving but with the way he's letting out all these noises I wanted to always be there to please him.

"Such a good girl for me- shit!" He moans and suddenly I feel him throbbing in my mouth.

He's now thrusting a bit slower but still making sure to hit the back of my throat as his orgasm hit. He grabbed my head with both hands and made me go all the way down that I felt his happy trail tickle my nose. I moaned and felt my legs shake as I tasted and swallowed all of his warm cum.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him with his head tilted back and the eyes on his mask closed. His hands drop to his sides and I slowly slip his cock out but then quickly take it down my throat again earning myself the hottest whimper I've ever heard.

I squeeze my thighs together and now actually slip his cock out of my mouth. It slips out letting out a nice 'pop' before he finally looks down at me and smiles. "Thank you." I whisper looking up at him with innocent doe eyes making him groan.

He then brought himself down and propped himself to my level before bringing his mask up revealing his lips and without a second thought, kissing me.

I kissed back immediately and wrapped my arms behind his neck as his hand went down to my thigh. He traced circles I've fit and slowly started going up when he stopped and pulled away.

Quickly scrambling to pull his boxers and shut up while I look at him confused. He then leans down giving me a quick kiss that I couldn't reciprocate when he runs off the roof jumping off and swinging away.

I frown and look at the spot where he just was, where I just took him in my mouth. Then I heard the roof door open and my eyes shoot open. Shit.

"Mija ya es tarde! Vente a dormir no mames." My dad scolds and I just stand up and nervously laugh, walking on over to him. (It's late! Come to sleep don't exaggerate. but literally means 'don't suck')

If he knew what I just did I'd be dead-

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara smut #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #Miguel o hara

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mitsuo23 · 7 months

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Traducción:

Día 1: Futuro

Día 2: Angustia

T: Te extrañe

Día 3: Criaturas sobrenaturales

Día 4: Fluff (No se como tradudir esto)

Día 5: Herido/Comodidad

K: Vosotros los humanos sois muy frágiles

T: Auch

Día 6: Universo Canon

T: Miau

T: ¿No eres tú el tesoro que voy a robar?

K: Lo que tu digas bebe

Día 7: Casamentero

T: Ok ahora maquillate (No se si esta bien traducido, pero lo intente)

#timkon #tim drake #red robin #superboy #konner kent

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xlemonciel · 11 months

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❝ Chill ❞

Los días siguientes en la empresa actuaron como si no pasara nada lo que no tenía claro que le gustara, al menos el manager que estaba ahora a cargo de ellos era aquel que les había acompañado a Hyunjin y a él a Paris y Felix estaba contento por ello, pero también preocupado porque Hyunjin no estaba en condiciones de trabajar pero a la empresa parecía darle igual aquello y rápidamente les mandaron a sus actividades cotidianas. Felix seguía encargándose de ayudar a Hyunjin con todo lo que necesitara y notó el visible cambio en los comentarios de internet sobre ellos ahora que volvían a verse cercanos y que Felix ayudaba a Hyunjin hasta en cosas nimias, al parecer era algo que a la gente le gustaba ver y Felix intentaba no darle mucha importancia pero leer comentarios de gente que le llamaba el omega de Hyunjin hacía que se sintiera feliz.

El mayor también había estado intentando que comiera pero eso había sido mas dificil, aunque Felix accedía a robar un poco de la comida ajena seguía siendo insuficiente y lo sabía, pero pretendía ignorarlo. Aquel día estaba nervioso, primero porque ya no tendría excusas para no volver a su habitación esa noche, lo que le apenaba y le daba un poco de ansiedad por separarse de Hyunjin y la seguridad de su nido, y también porque se día no estaban solos, aunque eso era algo bueno. Felix estaba contento porque quienes iban a venir eran los miembros de Ateez, ambos grupos iban a preparar una actuación conjunta y quería que todo saliera espectacular.

Cuando los miembros entraron Felix estaba casi hiperactivo, todo sonrisas y emoción aunque aún actuaba un poco tímido, desde que se había presentado había temido que sus compañeros también actuaran diferente con él a antes pero nadie en el grupo le dejó de lado y todos le saludaron sonrientes. — ¡Felix! — la voz de Wooyoung se hizo oír por encima de los demás y el alfa fue directo hacia él y le dio un abrazo de oso casi asfixiante que le hizo reír feliz y aliviado. — Te he echado de menos ¡Ya ni me envías mensajes! Mírate, te has vuelto cada vez más lindo ¿o soy solo yo? — aquello le hizo sonrojarse profundamente, riendo. — Creo que solo eres tu.

#❝ Chill ❞#[ OTP ♦ You're my reason to live ]#[ The Omega ]#Rp!Felix #Hyunjin!021

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caostalgia · 3 months

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Marca la diferencia, así te miren incomodos y más qué nada porque las miradas ajenas no consigan robar tú seguridad.

-S.B

#sb #frases #notas #citas #escritos #caostalgia #textos #pensamientos #en tu orbita #reflexiones #emociones #sentimientos

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angel-amable · 3 months

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El gay Flósculo y yo hemos estado haciendo videosexting mientras no aseábamos con toallitas húmedas por el tema de la sequía.

[Flósculo] - ¿Has estado escuchando a la vieja cacatúa francesa hablando de los tomates españoles? Cuando voy a comprar enseguida me fijo de dónde proceden las patatas. Las francesas tienen fama de tener el sabor de un salivazo negro. Como la leche francesa - le extraen las sustancias para fabricar esa grasa que utilizan para todo en la cocina- con el sabor de la leche de soja lo único que les dan de comer a las pobres vacas. Por no mencionar los supuestos quesos franceses que no dejan de ser una papilla insípida que se le han formado costras.

[Ángel] - Pues resulta que la vieja cacatúa republicana Royal es supuestamente seria, pero por su boca sale la misma mierda populista que LePen: fake news. Algo querrá robar para si misma cuando miente así a la gente.

[Flósculo] - Es que en Francia se han quedado atascados en la prehistoria. Fíjate que no tienen Ley de la Transexualidad, ni Ley de Terrorismo de Género, ni siquiera una simple Ley de Eutanasia. Mira como tienen a la pobre François Hardy... dejándola morir sufriendo, que eso no se permite ni en las mascotas.

[Ángel] - Acabo de decidir cambiar de marca de calzoncillos. A partir de ahora serán marca Hacendado™. ¿Te apuntas a comprar al Mercadona™?

[Flósculo] - Vale. Así tenemos la seguridad que al final del día nada de nuestro dinero llegará a los agricultores que se han criado en la cultura terrorista. Si tienen problemas con su gobierno que dejen a los demás en paz.

#hairy chest #hairy body #hairy shoulders

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triste-pensante · 4 months

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Nadie te ama por quién eres. Por tus alma. Por tus sentimientos. Por tu esencia. Todos quieren extraer algo de ti. Rascar, sacar, robar. Conquistar, poseer. Destruir.

#frases tristes #poesía #textos #citas #escritos #soledad #pensamientos #reflexiones #filosofía #aforismos #poemas de amor #frases desamor #frases de desamor #depresión #frases de amor

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letra-vagabunda · 1 month

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Domingo de vacíos y estímulos baratos. Un adiós, un recuerdo, la memoria de un retrato. Ya me voy y no me viste, te lo perdiste. Búscame el próximo día de melancolía en el mismo blog de vagabundas letras, que narran lo que el ego no me deja y en una métrica rebelde se queja. Visítame en esa canción de rock que te recuerda a mi sonrisa, en el beso dado en aquel fragmento de melodía y aquel ocaso donde mentiste diciendo que me querías.

Ya me voy y no me viste. El sábado en la noche quizás regrese y mi estadía se prolongue hasta ver llegar al domingo haciendo reproche. Está cansado de ser pintado con augurios y penas, ya no quiere ser domingo, quiere irse. Quiere sentarse en un parque a disfrutar del incendio de su alma, hasta que sean las doce y tal vez robar suspiros con ese andar coqueto a soledad y ese perfume de vida bohemia que va dando de qué hablar.

Ya me voy y no me viste. Me rehúso a que este domingo sea triste y vago como esta rima acelerada, que se tambalea en el carrusel estético que le saca el revolver a estas ebrias letras y amenaza con dejarlas sentadas.

Ya me voy y no me viste. Menos mal los poemas dejan huellas de que este corazón todavía late y existe. Estoy lejos de ser poeta, pero escribo e intento adornar con mis palabras las libretas, testigos de triunfos, tropiezos y mil y un grietas.

Ya me voy y no me viste. El domingo quiere ser un girasol, ¿quién soy yo para decirle que no?

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