#HAAAAAAAAA

[arliedraws]

I feel like an evil little gremlin every time someone comments on my Prongsfoot fic and art with: “I never shipped it before now” and I feel my heart beat faster and I start to laugh shrilly

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

That moment when you're halfway done on an artwork and then suddenly you look at it you HATE it so much you decided to scrap it and make a new one from scratch 🤡

[sandboxer]

being trans is great but being trans is also so fucking exhausting

[foxglovefaun]

I LOVE

ART FRIENDS

I LOVE ALL THE PEOPLE I HAVE MET THROUGH ART AND I LOVE SEEING THEIR PASSION THROUGH THEIR PROJECTS AND THE THINGS THEY ENJOY

EVERY DAY THAT I SURVIVED TO LIVE IS SEASONED WITH JOY AS I AM INVITED INTO THE THINGS U LOVE

[idiotanonfrz]

I have a headache, so I can't really send more memes....

:P

Skill. Issue.

[eyelessfaces]

omg hey thank you so much to the 800 of you I'm!!!!!!! <3

[weirdcharacter]

GUESS WHO FINALLY.GOT A FUCKING SPINOSAUR. GUESS.

[heartofalifer]

all the world's a stage but apparently I grew up in a circus. barely a player, just a clown.

[fingertipsmp3]

Also I have physio later. When will I be freeeee

[fernandarosa13]

now imagine:

endom + justice - dirt poor robins = a crazy amv/pmv idea that appeared in the middle of the night on March 9th

[bluesidez]

HA HA. HA. HAAAAAA.

Kinktober Day 2 ~ Voyeurism

Miguel O'Hara x Fem! Reader

Summary: Miguel decides he can't wait until he gets home to give you what you want. Minors DNI!

A/N: Have we ever had fics were Miguel gets freaky with reader on a the side of a skyscraper? I'm very curious now, but hope you all enjoy!

Prev *✧･ﾟ: Next Kinktober '24 Masterlist

You were in for it now.

All day you teased Miguel while he was working. Sending flirty texts, suggestive pictures, telling him that you wished he could leave work, pick you up and fuck you already. It was one of those days where thought about your extraordinary husband and let the horniness take over.

Sadly you couldn’t indulge, because you had to work late tonight. Around the afternoon, you stopped hearing from Miguel, only getting a brief message that he'd pick you up from work. Not as Miguel O’Hara though, but as Spider-Man.

Your husband surprised you momentarily when he swooped you up in one swing. A few passersby were aahing at the fact that Spider-Man was in the vicinity. Miguel didn’t say anything while holding you tight in his arms. After a few blocks, you found yourself pressed against a high rise.

“What the-? Miguel, what are you-”

His mask comes down to sear you in with a kiss. It was desperate, needy, and filled with all the pent-up emotions throughout the day. His tongue dove between your lips, clashing amongst yours as if he’s never tasted you. The entire action made your head swim and you wanted to play along. Only for the sound of cars whooshing nearby, the wind against your dress, and the night life of Nueva York bringing you back to reality.

“Hold on, hold on.” You part, but he's kissing your neck. His lips burning into your skin. You roll your eyes back and grip the nape of his neck for control. “We should…we should continue this at home…”

Miguel shakes his head, “No, this is what you wanted right? You begging me to pick you up and fuck you as soon as possible. Or was I wrong?”

“No! But we're out in the open-”

“So?”

You blink incredulously, “So, someone could see us. See you.”

“Amor,” He rubs his nose along yours, inches away from your lips. “I’ll take care of that. Just let me have you.”

Miguel searches your eyes, boring into your soul and igniting the tension you felt earlier.

You agree with a sigh, never doing this with your husband before, being out in the open for anyone to see you. Miguel pulls at your panties under your dress before tearing them off. His bulge rubs against your wet sex when he kisses you again, hips rolling against yours.

The bustling city of Nueva York dampens your quiet moans but allows you to get bolder. Louder.

Miguel grunts in approval at your vocalness, biting your bottom lip before suckling on your neck again. Your trust in your spouse was warranted as he held you 350 meters in the sky. Falling was the last thing on your mind as you pulled him closer to you, cunt almost dripping to have him inside.

He answers your silent prayers as his cock starts rubbing against you. Even in this unbelievable position, he still wants to tease himself, reveling in how slick you are. Miguel shudders while he coats himself with your wetness before sinking inside you. The two of you hold your breath together, releasing when he pulls out. Only to dive back in.

Hard, pounding thrusts expressed how much you tortured him today. His grunts filled your ears as he quickly pumped into you. Not giving a damn if anyone saw you. He wanted everyone in city to know that Spider-Man fucks the hell out of his wife.

The frigid skyscraper was a strong contrast to Miguel’s warmth. He never stopped with his talons deep into the wall, an arm around your waist to keep you flushed against him. He was going so fast, your thighs and breasts moving along with him. And he was going so hard that he started to slide down. It made you squeeze around him, now gripping him out of fear of falling.

Miguel’s reaction was the opposite when your cunt squeezed his cock. He shuddered, taking a minute.

“Shock…do that for me again.” You stammered, lust about to fade away, until he continued. “I got you, nena.”

You had complete faith in him. So when he slid down again, your uneasy moans caused him to roll his eyes back and groan.

“Yeah, give me another.”

Your sex molded around him once more when he slid down, an increase of adrenaline rising in you. Miguel felt you loosing up for him when his thrusts picked up again. His talons digging deeper into the building, small pieces crumbling down and falling below.

“Miguel…” Your face buried in his neck, taking in his sweat. His tip starts pressing against your cervix, pelvic bone brushing along your clit. Your eyes hone in on the stars above you, twinkling as your husband pounds any coherent thought away. Lights from the buildings close by match the color of the stars. You wonder if anyone was looking, just to see Spider-Man’s strong back and nothing else.

A feeling pooled into your stomach before spreading all over your body. Your climax was sudden as you cried out in his ear, squeezing around his cock one more time. That sends Miguel over the edge too. His muscles contort, a choked groan falling from his lips while he keeps you stable. Amid his climax, Miguel accidentally removes a small chunk of the building. All while his cum coats your insides. He placed gentle kisses on your face as the two of you came down from your high.

“That wasn’t too much, right?”

“No,” you shake your head to emphasize your stance, “no, not at all.”

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[ihrtomi]

*give him my hand* Thank you Hanagaki for helping me. Good luck with your mission, I am sure you will save Mikey

-Takeomi

Pssst psttt

Time had passed Takemichi had returned to his child when he was only 1 year old, the years passed and he had managed to accomplish one thing, that Ambre was born much earlier, but as soon as he had achieved this feat he lost sight of it, it was untraceable so he decided to focus on his 2nd objective, Mikey. Takemichi is now 17 years old and he is in high school, the Toman remained the Toman, but Ambre remains untraceable, she should be 20 now and she should be the same age as Izana and his friends

*walk in the streets after school with my friend, Yuki, and my boyfriend, i mean my boyfriend of the moment who is absolutely ugly, immature and not even funny but I always wait a month to see if I fall in love or not, and this man is really popular I don’t know why, it’s just a bad boy who is part of a gang, Toman*

[inkykeiji]

gnawing on sunday’s wings :((( tugging on the spikes gently with your front teeth :(( making him exhale a hiss that depresses his chest, slow and steady and just barely controlled :( dragging your tongue along the edges and tracing every dip and curve until your lips reach warm flesh, pressing a saliva-slicked kiss to his skin and stamping petals of drool behind his ear :(( giggling out something wispy and bratty, cool against the wetness, sending the most delicate shiver skittering along his bones :(

[chanstopher]

Bang Chan | lollapalooza by Dispatch

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

HOOOOOOOOLLLLYYY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH I RETRIEVED IT

GDOCS HAS THE FEATURE TO RESTORE PREVIOUS VERSIONS OF A FILE SO I GOT IT BACK

I GOT IT BACK!!!!!!!

I just accidently deleted the GhostJade 8k safehouse fic because my phone was on and brushed up against my bag I'm about to commit some serious acts of violence brb /j

And before yall say I can get it back it's gone forever. It's not the file, it's the texts.

It accidently 'select all' and replaced the whole ass fic with "KAJDDBNAVDAJXGGXHAJg" before it got saved.

Im about to implode

[tallemy]

Bunlan ft coffee as paint!