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when hell breaks loose,
your arms are my cocoon
#so theres fire or bombing or whatever outside and kid cant sleep alone#and he fights killer at first because he is so grown up and strong... but in the end he needs his hug to feel safe#they are 12 and 16 years old here#mis bebos...#kidkil#kidkiller#killer#kid#killer one piece#eustass kid#op fanart#one piece fanart#one piece#my art#inspired by the selftitled album by your arms are my cocoon#their lyrics are perfect#and their band name is so beautiful it inspires me so much
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baby aoba
#dmmd#dramatical murder#koujaku#koujaku dmmd#aoba seragaki#aoba dmmd#baby aoba#wat#kouao#i GUESS#bebé pelotudo#mentira tekiero aoba mi bebo ermoso#no se#pitulin#ey!
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Peda en mi casa, lleven ropa chida.
-Lizzy
(It's just our favorite drones in nice clothes)
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@maryalezoo
#oye Pikita no te pregunte#Prima sabe bailar?#ay mis niñas bonitas#xD#murder drones fanart#serial designation n#murder drones oc#uzi doorman#dazzlingn#bia-lou.art#murder drones vizzy#vizzy#biscuit bites#mutuals#dazzling n and dapperfull uzi hell yeah#murder drones#si#todo esto fue una excusa para dibujar a los bebos con vestido#pero miralos que bonitos#tumblr deja de ponerle calidad de mrd a los dibujos aaaaa#amira and prisma's treasure box#n in dress 💛💛
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💕Them💕
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En la quietud de la noche, bajo un cielo estrellado, una pequeña llama danzaba en la oscuridad. No era una llama cualquiera, sino un susurro ígneo, una criatura mágica nacida del fuego y la brisa. Su cuerpo era tan tenue como la seda, y sus ojos brillaban con la intensidad de las brasas.
Mientras la brisa nocturna la mecía suavemente, el susurro ígneo susurró una canción. Era una melodía sin palabras, llena de emociones y recuerdos. Cantaba sobre el calor del sol, el frescor de la luna, y la danza eterna del fuego.
Las estrellas se reflejaban en sus ojos mientras cantaba, y su voz se mezclaba con el susurro del viento. Era una canción de paz y armonía, una oda a la belleza de la noche.
De repente, el susurro ígneo se elevó hacia el cielo, dejando un rastro de luz a su paso. Se unió a las estrellas, convirtiéndose en una pequeña constelación fugaz. Su canción se desvaneció en la distancia, pero su magia permaneció en el aire, impregnando la noche con un aura de misterio y encanto.
Aquellos que escucharon su susurro ígneo nunca lo olvidaron. Era un recordatorio de la belleza que se esconde en la oscuridad, y de la magia que existe en el mundo natural.
— ✧˚ · .🇸 🇺 🇸 🇺 🇷 🇷 🇴 🇮 🇬 🇳 🇪 🇴. · ˚✧
#Anoche soñé con palabras y algunos pocos fragmentos.#Terminé de concretar la idea ahora mientras bebo un rico capu calentito de avellanas y nutella.#INSPIRACIÓN#CREATIVIDAD#volvieron 🥹✨️#No me vuelvan a abandonar que me siento vacía 😭🥺❤️🩹.#Puedo tolerar mi malestar#mi tristeza#mi dolor#mi auestoestima inexistente#pero no la falta de inspiración#La falta de creatividad#Es breve#cortito e infantil#Me inspire en un personaje que me gusta muchísimo#Calcifer 🔥
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Cooking with my baby Cone
#case closed#dcmk#detective conan#edogawa conan#conan edogawa#MI BEBO#I AM VERY HAPPY WITH MY NUI( ´◔ ‸◔‘).
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Bebo & Cigala | Se me olvidó que te olvidé
#mi música#my music#bebo valdés#diego el cigala#el cigala#bebo y cigala#se me olvidó que te olvidé#Youtube
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Kind of drunk (though I’ve been told my standards are a bit odd) and I love the softness of my own mind and body in this state, just would love to melt in the arms of someone in this state and find myself unraveling in mind and body for them, open entirely to what they need so I can give them everything as that great expression of love, love that I want to give and to be taken from me
#dyke nsft#men dni#Hi I’m drunk so that’s also an invitation para mi bruja#Tu enviame un mensaje cuando yo bebo yo pienso
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“could you…?”
“No”
“But-“
“No.”
“Please?”
“I say, No, I’m reading something important, it’s before 10 am, and you wanna smoke?”
“to start the morning off right!”
“Mahanon…”
“And if a give you a morning kiss?”
“ You are testing my patience"
“And if you don't come with me to Emprise Du lion?”
“tempting, but no”
“Morning Sex?”
“You've had enough of last night, if we do it again you'll walk funny.”
“I don’t mind…”
“No, and it is my last word Amatus.If you want to smoke that... thing, you'll do it outside, away from me, and you'll have to find a fire to …do that. I will not encourage your vice, and less than at 8 in the morning Mahanon Levellan."
“you are boring.”
Add: HOLY MAKER I FORGET SOMTHING
Add:Done
#dragon age#dragon age origins#dragon age inquisition#dragon age inquistor#dragon age dorian#dorian x inquisitor#dorian x lavellan#Dorian x mahanon#mis bebos#tan chikitos <3#me duele la muñeca por dibujar a este saco wea
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Si soy
#literalmente así#en mi defensa solo bebo 3 veces al año no es de extrañar que me caiga mal Jsjsjsjdj#alguien porfa deme agüita
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' ¿patear con estilo? ' realmente no sabía si contraria lo decía con sarcasmo, mas prefiere mejor quedarse con la duda y no dar un paso en falso. no parecía de buen humor, o es lo que captaba. ' simplemente pasaba por aquí ' de ir a una otra maquina para buscar aquellos objetos de los cuales todos ansiaban esa noche. o al menos la mayoría. ' ¿cómo te esta yendo en la búsqueda? ' tal vez no debería tomarse breves descansos y seguir buscando pero realmente no no estaba interesado en ello. conversan con algún otro vástago le caería mejor. ' yo hasta el momento solo he encontrado dos ' y por el tiempo y su empeño, tal vez solo serían los únicos. ( @haruvkas )
Creyó que la suerte estaba de su lado cuando en el primer gashapon obtuvo un par de colmillos; una lástima que tras abrir doceavo gashapon solo se había hecho de baratijas que muy probablemente guardaría por el tamaño miniatura que solía llamar su atención. Respira profundo y tras soltar el aire, patea una lata vacía, notando un par de segundos después que tiene público " ¿Qué, nunca habías visto a alguien patear con estilo? " cuestiona molesta, no solo por su mala suerte si no porque alguien presenciaba su rabieta.
#* 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙤 : conversaciones .#ay ya vi q pusiste q lo quitaste jjsjsjs#llego justo a tiempito ah#aquí te dejo uno de mis bebos :*#haruvkas
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Finalmente, aquí esta el tercer bebo tomstar que les habia prometido mis seguidores de tumblr 💛💙
Star and Tom will have another baby boy in their early 40s. Since Aiden will become the king of the Underworld and Serena the queen of Butterfly Kingdom at that time their parents will be able to raise another child without complications 🫶💘💕
#svtfoe#star vs the forces of evil#tomstar#tom lucitor#star butterfly#startom#star vs las fuerzas del mal#svtfoe fan art#disney#fanart#art#artist on tumblr#serena butterfly lucitor#aiden lucitor butterfly#svtfoe fanchild#svtfoe fanchildren#fanchild#svtfoe oc#svtfoe au#cartoon#queen#king#cartoon characters#character art#character design#character illustration
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You Know I'm Good For It (+18)
summary: It's your day off, and you want to spend it with your loving partner, but his work has him caught up and missing the lunch date you had broken you back to prepare. How will he apologize for this disrespect, you wonder?
warnings: raunchy smut, heavy nsfw, eating out, squirting, she gets it on the table lmao, sex in the spider cave, some spanish sprinkled in there!
dom!miguel x sub!reader
wc: 2.2k~
note: this is my first fic in a VERY LONG TIME, so sorry if it's kinda basic, i'm trying to put myself out there first. i do have many other pieces planned, so pls follow me!!
Your feet were like fire as you stormed out of the cave mouth and towards the dias, a plate of hot food steady in your hand.
“Bebo, viente,” You call to him once you reach the bottom, but get not response. Sucking your teeth, you crane your neck to look over his hunched form, but the width of his shoulders block almost everything. Heaving a frustrated sigh, you walk around the dias to face him and call out, “Lyla, can we have a minute?”
The AI assistant and mutant jump in unison, then swing their heads around to face you. Miguel’s fangs were out, and his mouth was twisted in a snarl. Previously frustrated by something, no doubt. Lyla, on the other hand, began to shrink away in guilt like she’d gotten caught provoking the giant. You didn’t care to ask, only smirked at her as she disappeared into the virtual ether.
Miguel begins stepping down from the dias, shoulders slumping a bit as he closes the distance. His towering form greets you and leans over to plant a kiss atop your head. You huff, almost shoving the plate in his hands.
“Cabron, you’re annoying as hell,” you began before Miguel got to open his mouth, finger already jabbed into his chest, “first, I tried to ping you, tell you food was ready. But no, you don’t even acknowledge that, and I know Lyla read my message out to you!”
Lyla from a distant comm replies, “I did! Many times!”
“Many times!” You repeat, “Then, I sent people down here to tell you that food was ready. I sent Ben down here, and what did you do? You fucking made him cry! Why did you do that?”
All the mutant could do was blink in stunned silence as he listened to your rant. The only response he gives you was some blubbering, “Pero, mi nena, I—”
“Save it,” you hold a hand up, “I was trying to be nice and play housewife on my day off, but it seems that your work is more important than my cooking.” There was a pout lining her speech.
Miguel notices the shift in tone and immediately melts on top of you, pulling you into a one-armed embrace.
“I’m so sorry, mi beba,” he mutters into your hair, tightening his grip a little, “this is an important case I had to take care of.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” You cut him off, head shooting up to glare at him, “You made me wait almost an hour!”
“Okay, that’s on me, I’ll admit. But, I’m done now, and you have me all to yourself.” You feel a hand slide down your waist as he spoke, “I can make it up to you.”
“How the hell will you do that?” You reach around to swat his hands away, but his next words stop you in your tracks.
“I could eat you out.” The superhero’s words grant him a hard smack to the chest that has him quickly rebalancing his plate, “Ay, mi nena, don’t be like that.” He sets his plate down on a nearby work bench and pulls you in for a proper embrace, “When’s the last time I made you squirt, hm?”
“Stop, I’m not in the mood,” you start to pull away from his arms, but his grip remains firm around your waist. With a huff, you cross your arms against your chest to get as much distance as possible between you and the spider-man.
“I can change that,” he replies, hands lowering to her ass.
You scoff, “oh really? Like I’ll fall for it.”
“You can’t resist me, beba, we both know this.” Miguel’s words became like honey at that moment, then his hands find purchase around your thighs, and you feel yourself being hoisted up. You yelp, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. Your vision is temporarily blocked, but you could feel the low chuckle rumble within his chest.
You smack his chest lightly with a pout, “Not funny!” Your eyes look everywhere but up into your lover’s, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.
Miguel nudges your temple in an attempt to get you to look up at him. When you don’t budge, he parts his lips to let out a soft growl, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand and your head to jerk up and face your boyfriend.
“You know I’m good for it, beba,” you had trouble looking into his eyes, but for different reasons now. It was like a cloud of lust was cast over is eyes, his lids were hooded, and his gaze was no longer on yours. You cursed under your breath, forgetting about the slip dress you’d hastily donned before coming down here, braless and pressed against Miguel’s chest, presenting ample cleavage to him. You could almost see the bead of saliva start to form at the corner of his lips.
“You’ve been down here by yourself for too long,” you huff but relax into his arms, surrendering yourself a little to the giant male. “Let’s go home and—” You were cut off by teeth grazing the side of your neck, forcing a shuddering breath to escape your lips. You were no longer able to utter another word as his tongue pokes out and laps at the sensitive flesh caught in his jaws. All you could do was release another shuddered breath and finally melt into his embrace.
“That’s my good girl,” you feel his lips form the words against your skin, then he picks a spot to suck on gently while his hands begin to explore your body. He cups the underside of your ass as he bites a hickey into your flesh, your moan echoes throughout the cave.
“Bebo, please,” you whine, tilting your head back a bit to invite him in, “Let’s go somewhere more private—”
“Can’t wait,” He grumbles, arms tightening around so much that you can feel the rising bulge pressing up against your navel. You curse under your breath, straining your gaze to catch a glimpse of your dress having been hiked up by said bulge.
You curse again and look back into his lust stricken gaze, “Work bench,” you say, eyes darting towards the steel table behind him. His hulking form turns to acknowledge it before swinging you around like a rag doll and settling you down on top of its metal surface. You hiss as the cold steel stings your bare thighs.
He doesn’t lean in to kiss you, nor does spare another glance your way before dropping to his knees, irises now glowing red and fixated on your exposed sex. You knew that it was easier to accept your fate when he got like this. So, leaning back against your forearms, your fingertips slowly curl into the light fabric of your dress. A gentle tug was all you needed to expose the rest and earn a growl of approval from the beast.
You bite back a moan as Miguel’s hot breath is like silk against your sex. Your legs moved like they had a mind of their own, spreading a little wider and giving more access to the man before you. The first contact between his tongue and your clit was like lightning, your hips buck up and lips part in a soft gasp. He gives you a few seconds to relax before poking his hot tongue back out to lap slow and sensual circles around your clit, a satisfied groan rumbles deep in his chest as the taste of your essence coats his tongue.
“Please,” you manage to get out between moans, “don’t fucking tease me.” No verbal response from the beast, only a quickened pace of his tongue. You buck your hips once more and gasp loudly, white-hot rods of pleasure shoot up your spine and spread throughout your body. Miguel has to grab hold of your thighs to keep your hips still while you writhe under him, but his tongue remains merciless, lapping up the glistening pearl between your legs. You had no choice but to take all of what he’s giving you and then some.
A mixture of your hips bucking against his ever tightening grip and the fast lapping of his tongue had you almost wailing out. You saw sparks in your vision and at this moment, you had no control over your body; your moans barely sounded like your own, they came out almost like a growl, something you’ve heard your lover do many times. Miguel’s only response was to flick his tongue faster against your clit, silently encouraging more of those primal sounds from you. It was maddening how good he was at making you scream, how easy it was to make your back arch off the table and make your thighs clench tight around his head.
Your orgasm came in waves, first your toes begin to curl, then your hips start to shake and buck uncontrollably. With a final gasping cry, your back forms a deep arch off the cool surface, and you release all over his mouth and chin, a puddle forming beneath the both of you. But, his tongue doesn’t stop, you realize, and the pressure begins to build up a second time. You couldn’t brace yourself fast enough for the second orgasm, and he didn’t stop until the puddle became a pool, and you lay limp on top of the warmed steel.
Your eyes were glazed over, the only sound that could be heard throughout the cave were the sound of your whimpers. Miguel stood, the lower half of his suit dissolving as his hands grab your thighs once more. You feel something softly plop against your navel, looking down you notice your lover’s lower half naked and his erect cock pointing at you, precum slowly dripping out of its angry red tip and creating a small pool on your skin. It twitched in response as his eyes finally landed on you, gaze scanning your half exposed body and drinking it all in.
“Que buena eres,” the mutant’s voice comes out hoarse and breathy, your response was a whine and another buck of your hips. You were weak, and your desire left you hot and desperate for more, you wanted nothing more than to be broken over and over again on this table. Taking this as a sign to waste no more of your time, he grabs your hips and pushes himself past your folds. Yours and Miguel’s combined moans fill the cave, the warmth encasing him nearly making him crumble where he stood.
“Fuck,” he hisses, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist, “tell me when to move, beba.”
“Move!” You breathe as your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper inside your heat. With a growl, he pries your legs back apart, bringing them to rest on his shoulders instead. His hips begin to move, a moderate pace that had you moaning softly, but it wasn’t enough. You watch Miguel’s brows push together as he struggles to keep his pace without hurting you. You grab his hand and bring it up to your throat, a silent message giving him your consent to let go.
He takes it gratefully, hand wrapping around your neck tight, but not enough to cut off your breathing. His hips gradually pick up in pace, his glowing eyes were trained on yours as the force of his thrusts nearly knocks over the table. This only encourages him though, hands gripping your thighs even tighter as his thrusts become erratic. The force of it all brought tears to your eyes, your mouth hung open as moans and cries just fell out. You were a pathetic mess under the mutant, the previous orgasms rendering you useless against his strength.
He only stopped when your cunt pushed him out and a steady stream of clear liquid hits his crotch. You were crying and writhing against his grip as your orgasm consumed your entire body. He barely gives you time to feel the pleasure before sliding back in with the same ferocity as before, hands now gripped around your calves. He spreads your legs wide so he could get a good view of your limp and sweaty body, lips parting in a snarl as his pace once again quickens so much that the pattern of his thrusts become erratic. Miguel loses himself in the pleasure, growls and grunts being the main sounds that fill the room. Your whimpers can’t even be heard over the sound of skin slapping against one another.
Finally, you feel his hips stutter and look up to see his face contorted in pure ecstasy. For a second, you could feel Miguel’s entire body tense, and then hot ribbons of cum coat your walls. You sigh out as your lover leans over and rests his upper half atop you, arms now wrapped tight around your waist. He sighs against your neck, leaving soft pecks on damp flesh. For a while, you both lay like this and catch your breath.
Then, Miguel stands straight again, his suite once again fully intact, “I’d clean you up, but I don’t have any supplies here,” He says sheepishly, “I could carry you back to the house if you want.”
“You know what,” you wave your hand lazily, “it’s the least you could do for making me wait an hour.”
“What, my dick wasn’t enough?” Miguel quickly ducks as a foreign object came flying at him, “Alright, alright, come here.” He chuckles, scooping your weak body into his arms. As he walks into the cave mouth, he pulls you in a little closer to whisper, “So… You think you’ll be up for round two when we get home?”
FIN
#writeblr#smut#miguel o'hara#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#spiderman 2099#across the spiderverse#fanfic#miguel x you#miguel x y/n#miguel atsv
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"no te preocupes, eun." le regala una pequeña sonrisa, queriendo demostrar que no se encuentra molesto ni similares. todo lo contrario, le agrada haberse encontrado con su amigo. "yo también los extraño, voy a tener que perseguirlos a partir de ahora, para que no me olviden." bromea, llevando una mano a su pecho en un intento de poner dramatismo a sus palabras. acto que tiene muy poca vida. "estoy bien, he paseado bastante y me gusta, había estado otras veces acá pero mis recorridos no variaban de la joyería de mi mamá al hotel y viceversa." viajes anteriores no fueron por motivos recreacionales sino por petición de la mayor, quizá porque no quería sentirse tan sola, no lo sabe. "¿tú has salido?"
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@natehwang || eleva la mirada al escuchar la voz de su amigo y se relaja, soltando un pesado suspiro. pasa una mano por su rostro como intentando calmarse. ' lo siento, nate, no te reconocí ' tiene la mente nublada de pensamientos, algunos demasiado oscuros para su gusto. lo siguiente lo hace reír. ' te extraño, extraño a todo delphinus ' es la verdad, no sabe si encaja tan bien con las otras personas de su nuevo grupo. por lo menos chase está ahí. ' ¿cómo estás? ¿disfrutando paris? ' de repente ya no tiene ganas de estar solo.
#* 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗟 𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗︰conversaciones.#echoiis#NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#mi bebo t-t#que ganas de darle un abracito
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Mis bebos,mis bendiciones,los amo 🛐❤❤
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LI Bai (Li Po). Poeta chino, (701 - 762). Dinastía Tang, (618 - 907). Máximo poeta de la historia literaria de China.
BEBIENDO SOLO A LA LUZ DE LA LUNA.
(Fragmento).
Entre las flores, un tazón de vino
bebo solo, ningún amigo está cerca.
Levanto mi copa, invito a la luna
y a mi sombra, y ahora somos tres.
Mas la luna nada sabe de bebidas
y mi sombra se limita a imitarme,
pero así y todo, luna y sombra serán mi compañía.
Fuente: Wordpress.com
Creacion digital: Seyfert Art. Arte digital.
Sueños y fantasmas. El arte de soñar.
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