#versiones de mí

[arte-inmortal]

De mí para Rosa 🤗💖

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Romanos 12:2 No se amolden a los criterios de este mundo; al contrario, déjense transformar y renueven su interior de tal manera que sepan apreciar lo que Dios quiere, es decir, lo bueno, lo que le es grato, lo perfecto.

Don't be like the people of this world, but let God change the way you think. Then you will know how to do everything that is good and pleasing to him. — Romans 12:2 | La Palabra: El Mensaje de Dios para mí (BLP) and Contemporary English Version (CEV) Biblia La Palabra: El mensaje de Dios para mí, Sociedad Bíblica de España and Contemporary English Version Bible © 1995 by American Bible Society Cross References: Ezra 10:11; Matthew 13:22; Mark 4:19; Galatians 1:4; Ephesians 4:23-24; Ephesians 5:10

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[solar-wing]

⚣ Paralyzed 🕷️

⚣🕷️ A/N → so the yandere/whump fic starring our very own Miguel O'Hara becomes a reality. watching his scenes back in the movie really gets you thinking. Either way definitely will be doing more content with him. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Yandere Miguel O'Hara | Darling Male Reader | Reader is Spiderman in their dimension | Abduction/Kidnapping | Forced Paralysis |Bondage | Emotional & Mental Manipulation |

⚣🕷️ Summary → He should've seen the signs. Should have paid attention to the warnings. If he'd been aware of what he was capable of, he could've been prepared, or at least gotten away safely. Then again, an obsession was something people didn't just give up easily, especially Miguel O'Hara.

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The signs were clear from the beginning.

All he could think about as his body lay limp was how he missed, or rather ignored every single sign that led to this. Every red flag that was warning him of this moment as the cause of his current paralyzed state kneeled behind him, propping his body up while fastening and securing the scarlet-red web bonds around his body.

“No more running. No more hiding. No volverás a escaparte de mí, cariño.”

The words were not met without merit. From his securely tied legs to the red webs wrapped around his body keeping his arms trapped to his sides, his captor took away any possibility of an escape attempt. He'd lost him once, and he would allow even the slightest chance of losing him again to exist in this dimension or any other for that matter.

It didn't stop him from trying though as he struggled, doing his best to will his body into healing and purging the paralytic toxins from his blood so he could regain his mobility. But, it was no use.

His fate had been set in stone as he was lifted off the ground and placed on the hulking man's shoulder, carried out of the motel room he’d been hiding staying in, the last view of his freedom slipping away farther and farther. Now, it was back to a life of captivity and restrictions all around him, bound to someone he would never love, but who would never not love him.

Had Y/N known Miguel O’Hara, aka Spiderman 2099, would have turned out to be an obsessive and demented mental case, determined to live out his failed love life through him, he'd have thought twice before accepting the Spider's invitation to join his team. Heck, he never would've even showed up to that damn fight with that anomaly on his Earth all that time ago that led to all this.

*13 Months Ago*

Y/N could hear the static noise from the police scanner that was in his book bag, ears perking at the voice coming on the other side detailing an incident or attack at Madison Square Garden, where his dad and other police were working security detail for an event. From the description, it sounded like Kraven, only Y/N couldn't think of a reason why he would attack such a massive event when his usual goal was always to capture him.

However, when Y/N arrived on the scene after getting the police and his dad out of harm's way, he was surprised to see that whoever the Kraven that he knew was not the Kraven attacking the event center. In fact, he wasn't even sure this was Kraven, though he had the same attire. This guy was massive, built like a giant, and dressed like a caveman or Neanderthal.

He apparently shared similar abilities to the hunter he knew, able to track him and move fast, but unlike his usual counterpart, the one in front of him seemed to be stronger. And it would seem he knew him too or at least another version of him if the way he started screaming "Spider! Spider! Spider," over and over again, switching his focus from attacking random attendees and venue staff to now trying to catch him.

Of course, different person, with different tactics, ones Y/N was not used to as he leaped, dodged, and fought with the primate Kraven in the event center, the guy seemingly trying less to straight up kill him and more trying to capture him. Maybe not that different from his Kraven at all.

After some more time and failed attempts, the primate hunter seemed to realize he wouldn't be able to catch him or his web the way he was trying and instead changed tactics, making a break for the door. Panicking at the thought of this guy getting loose in his city, he without thinking rationally went after him only to fall right into hunter's trap when he found himself getting tackled into a wall after the guy jumped out of his hiding spot when he realized his lure worked.

His mind was fuzzy as the hunter held him against the wall by his neck, his feet not touching the ground. He was struggling to breathe and was trying to free his wrists from the tight grip they were being held in.

"Caught you, Spider," the hunter chuckled, squeezing tighter, his large fingers digging into the flesh of his neck as he lifted him off the wall and held him in the air. Y/N's eyes were wide with fear, his hands holding on the wrists of the hunter as he struggled to breathe and keep himself up.

Suddenly, he was over the hunter's shoulder, his vision blurry from the lack of oxygen and the rapid movement.

"Let me go!" He heard a raspy voice shout, and it took him a minute to register that it was his own. He was kicking and fighting, but the hunter held him tightly, not allowing him any chance of escape.

The hunter walked slowly through the empty hallways of the arena as the sound of police sirens rang outside, seemingly overwhelmed by all the noises around him but still looking for something. "Den. Home. This not home," he grumbled, his voice deep and low.

"No kidding," He mumbled, continuing his struggle as he was carried.

The hunter's hand gripped the back of his knees, squeezing slightly in warning. "Find den. Go home."

When they made it to the stadium center, Kraven stood at the top of a staircase looking around while the Spider looked for a way out. While he was looking, he found himself abruptly, on the ground and no longer being held by the hunter, who seemed to be having some uncontrollable, tweaking moment.

Weird, but convenient until the Hunter grabbed him again before he could web away to a safe distance. Suddenly, just behind where they came from, something bright and wide appeared in the middle of the path, swirling with colors, like a portal.

"What the..." He didn't get a chance to finish before the hunter turned around to also observe the phenomenon, a loud whirring coming from it before a red and blue figure suddenly shot out of the portal, tackling the primate Kraven, causing him to drop the Spider again.

Serves him right.

When Y/N made his way down to the floor, he came across his savior, standing up from the ground with a digital cape that dematerialized as he stood up to his full height. His head turned slightly to the approaching Spiderwing behind him cautiously.

"Okay, weird and spontaneous entrance aside, and thanks for the save, but who the heck are you?" Y/N asked.

"Classified," the man, Miguel said, his voice was gruff, and his demeanor overly serious and imposing.

Y/N held a hand to his chin, analyzing the man before him, "Blue Assassin?"

"No," the man replied.

"The Red Caped Crusader?"

"No, I'm–"

"Attitude Dracula?"

"No, stop–"

"Cyber Luchador?"

"No, I'm from a different dimension," Miguel interrupted, his irritation growing.

"A different dimension?" Y/N feigned shock, "Yeah, that's not as shocking as you think it is, big guy."

Miguel raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, what? How are you not freaked out by this? I just came out of a dimensional portal in the middle of a public arena and you're not surprised?"

"Dude, I got bit by a radioactive spider, got superhuman abilities, and fight crazy idiots on a regular basis who come up with all sorts of hair-brained schemes. Plus, I watch a ridiculous amount of SCI-FI and supernatural shows and movies. Different dimensions are really not as plot-twisting as you think it is. Now, back to the important questions...Emo Daffy?"

"Not funny," The man interjected, "My name is Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spiderman in my dimension like you are in yours."

"So, not Emo Daffy then? Huh, that name would've suited better," Y/N smirked, earning a glare from Miguel as he looked him over, noticing the watch on his wrist, "Oh, nice watch. That how you dimension hop?" He asked, reaching for the watch.

"It's much cooler than a watch," Miguel replied, reaching his wrist back to keep the smaller Spider at bay.

"Yikes, sensitive much? Well, nice to meet you, Miguel. But, there's a confused and brutish caveman hunter probably stomping around, that I should get back to dealing with, so if you don't mind," He pointed toward the direction they came from.

"From what I saw before I came in, better you stay out of the way.. I'll take it from here," Miguel responded, not so subtly shading him for his earlier 'position' with the hunter, who speaking of, was slowly creeping up behind the red-and-blue masked Spider.

"No problem, knock yourself out," Y/N said leaning to the side.

"Huh, why are you saying it like that?"

Y/N stepped to the side as a very pissed-off hunter charged and tackled him from behind, chuckling a little when Miguel yelled at him for not being funny before going to help.

With the added backup now (not that he needed it), Y/N could better focus his attacks now that the hunter's full attention was on him. And since his sudden new partner seemed to know more about this than he did, he got a little more context.

This version of Kraven was from a dimension where they indeed still lived like primates or cavemen, but still had their own developed societies. That world's version of Spiderman was this Kraven's target, that part remained consistent.

However, the reasons he was trying to capture the Spider may have been a little different than what Y/N was expecting. Suddenly, he found himself a bit more grateful for Emo Daffy's appearance.

But, despite their initial introduction, the two Spiders were able to work well together, and with this Kraven having no experience against their weapons and abilities, especially Miguel's, they were able to take him down fairly quickly. Y/N had missed the part where the Spiderman from 2099 used a more special ability to incapacitate the hunter, making it easier to handle him since he couldn't move.

After Miguel had properly secured the hunter, he used the same watch Y/N was ogling earlier to open another portal. Before he left, he delivered some unexpected news to the Earth-6998 Spider.

"Well, that's that. Nice working with you, Spider. Try not to almost get captured next time," he said, in a sarcastic tone.

"Can't help it that I'm such a prize in their eyes," Y/N said.

Despite his joking tone, an air of suspense could be felt by the smaller Spider. Y/N couldn't tell due to the mask, but there was a quick, almost fleeting moment where he could feel Miguel's gaze on him, staring him down. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Yeah, you are," he finally said.

Though, it was definitely plausible that he could've said that in a completely unserious, sarcastic manner as he'd been doing the entire time they'd spent fighting the hunter who was currently hanging over his shoulder (ironic), it didn't feel like it. There was something else there, a hint of emotion that Y/N couldn't pinpoint.

"Yeah, we'll see you around, I guess. Thanks for the help," Y/N said.

"Hold on," the older Spider interjected, "I know you just met me, but have you ever wondered exactly how many others like you are out there?"

"Like me? You mean other spiders? I mean, yeah sure. Pretty sure everyone has had that thought at some point," the younger man joked, "What's your point?"

Hence, the beginning of a new journey in the young Spiderwing's life, and the first warning sign ignored.

Miguel decided to take the scenic route home, wanting to enjoy the relieving feeling of finally having his love back in his arms safe. There was nothing wrong with him wanting to relish in his victory a little.

He did have to bite him again when Y/N's healing had managed to rid enough of his venom from his blood, giving him enough control back over his body to fight against his hold. Despite the warnings Miguel tried to give him, Y/N wouldn't listen, still trying to free himself, even if it wouldn't accomplish anything due to his restrained state.

And while it did hurt him to see his love fighting so hard to get away from him, Miguel couldn't deny the pleasure he got from forcing him into defeat. When the young Spider knocked himself a little too hard into the side of Miguel's head, the Earth-982 reveled in sick joy grabbing his prize off the ground, pressing him against the brick surface, and forcing his head to the side so he could sink his venomous fangs into the delicate skin once more.

He only injected a small dose, not wanting to leave any permanent effects on him, but he enjoyed the feeling of the smaller body squirming against his own until it eventually went limp once more. The sounds of his moans and whines as he bit and kissed his skin, tasting his flesh, was a delicious symphony to his ears.

"If I were you Y/N, I would quit it with the defiant behavior and escape attempts. I may have been easy on you since I was so relieved at finding you safe, but don't think I'm above handling you with more forceful methods. Especially considering my unaddressed grief from your long disappearance. All that to say, no me presiones, cariño," Miguel whispered into his ear, a threat and a promise.

Miguel's elongated claws pressed into the helpless Spider's body, eliciting more whimpers from the paralyzed man. Even in his powerless state, the brawny Latino could feel the distress and panic from the smaller Spider, which accomplished nothing but turning him on.

He could've taken him right there in that alley. Could've forced him on his knees and fucked his mouth, or pressed his face against the wall and taken him from behind, his cries muffled against the cold bricks, the fabric of his suit torn to expose parts of his body from their earlier scuffle in his motel room.

He was already half-hard in his suit, his member twitching and aching to be released, missing the tight heat of his love's body. But, he was a patient man. He could wait until the time was right.

Miguel looked down into the orbs staring up at him in hatred and fear, feeling his gut twist unpleasantly at the sight. He do something about that in the future, vowing to earn his love's affection and respect, to make him happy, and to show him that the life he wanted to give him was worth the freedom and choices taken away.

But, for now, he was content to accept the docile and forced submission from the Spider, his expression in defeat but the defiant spirit in his eyes still there. He'd take care of that too in time.

Y/N stared up at the man towering above him, truly seeing him as the monster and villain that he hid from everyone around him. This was the real Miguel O'Hara, a sight that lived in his nightmares before and would continue to with this new memory burned into his mind for ages to come.

"Let's go, mi amor,” Miguel said, hoisting the paralyzed man onto his shoulder once more, "Nunca volverás a estar lejos de mí, mi amor."

☀️ | Miguel O'Hara/Spiderman 2099 | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[a--z--u--l]

Mentí. No soy 1 persona adulta. Soy 3 versiones infantiles de mí, una encima de otra, dentro de una gabardina.

[myillicitaffair]

You are in love | Esteban Kukuriczka.

sumario: noches de pizza con tu amigo… claro, amigo.

advertencias: sexo explícito (+18) , penetración, sexo sin protección, consumo de alcohol.

créditos: las fotos del collage fueron extraídas de pinterest, más las edite yo. la canción cuya letra utilice es You Are In love (Taylor’s Version) de Taylor Swift.

notas: honestamente, no estoy muy contenta con el resultado final pero espero que puedan disfrutarlo de todas maneras xx.

No hay pruebas, no fue demasiado, pero yo vi suficiente.

Paciente, fuera de su recibidor, me encuentro parada, esperándolo con una botella de vino bajo la axila. Aliso los pliegues de mi falda varias veces con las manos, un hábito al que recurro para evitar sucumbir a la ansiedad que me atormenta. Con la cámara de mi celular, observo mi reflejo, comprobando que mi maquillaje permanezca en su lugar, que mi cabello siga viéndose inmaculado.

No recuerdo un tiempo en el que Kuku haya sido simplemente un amigo, siempre fue más; mi confidente, el protagonista de mis fantasías, quien roba mis suspiros y miradas, de quien terminé enamorándome.

Las pisadas sobre las baldosas delatan su presencia apropincuándose, luego el traqueteo de las llaves en la cerradura, las bisagras girando en su eje para revelarlo frente a mí.

La alegría tiñe su rostro al verme, redondeando sus angulosos pómulos y centrando mi atención en la mueca en sus labios. Condenadamente cerca de mí y a la vez tan inalcanzables.

Su voz dándome la bienvenida me sacude de mi subrepticia quimera, trayéndome de un zarpazo de vuelta a la realidad. Me estrecha contra su torso, con las muñecas serpenteándose por mi cintura para atraerme más cerca.

“Traje vino, Kuku”- pronuncio, a modo de saludo, mientras lo abrazo estrechamente.

“¡Gracias, ángel! Entrá que está por llegar la comida”- informa, de manera tan casual y ligera que siento mi corazón escurrirse hasta tocar el suelo.

“Ángel” me dijo, jodiéndome para siempre. ¿Cómo seré alguna vez capaz de recuperarme de tal agravio a mi integridad? Decido asentir y adentrarme a su hogar.

Me recibe una sala de estar cálidamente iluminada, las paredes blancas cubiertas de cuadros y fotos, un aterciopelado sofá rojo situado en medio de la habitación.

Me acerco a una repisa de madera, donde reposa un retrato recientemente seleccionado… todo el elenco de La Sociedad De La Nieve posando bajo el lente de su cámara, sonrisas reflejadas en nuestros rostros enmarcados.

“Esa la tomé el último día de rodaje”- me recuerda, apareciendo por detrás mío, con una mano en mi espalda baja.

No hay pruebas, un toque singular, pero yo sentí suficiente.

Mis vellos corporales se erizan ante el contacto, un escalofrío recorriéndome cargado de anticipación por lo que jamás sucederá. Asiento torpemente, deseosa de fundirme en el calor de su silueta.

Pienso en esos mismos dedos, acorralando mi piel a su paso, incendiando su sendero. Acariciando mis mejillas con ternura, colándose por mis labios, desvistiéndome con precisión.

El timbre retumbando en la sala me despierta, desarraigándome de mis maquinaciones pecaminosas. El hombre a mi lado da largas zancadas, con un caminar tímido y garbado, hasta alcanzar la puerta de madera y ojear la mirilla. Luego de cerciorarse de la identidad del intruso, le permite ingresar para que deposite el delivery entre sus brazos, marchándose luego de recibir su pago.

Sobre la mesa del comedor se halla mi bolso, el cual rebusco hasta toparme con la billetera y separar varios billetes para pagar una porción del importe de la cena.

“Dividamos los costos de la comida entre los dos, ¿te parece?”- debato, tendiéndole el dinero para así compensar la mitad de su perdida.

“Pero no, nena, ¡guarda eso! Te invito yo”- rechaza tajante al ignorar mi ofrenda, con juguetona indignación en sus facciones.

Más allá de mi recurrente insistencia, rechaza contundentemente todos mis intentos de devolverle la plata, escudándose en excusas absurdas. Una cálida sensación se apodera de mí ante su caballeroso gesto, traduciéndose en atontados vistazos en su dirección, mientras sigo cada uno de sus movimientos al sacar el par de copas de una alacena.

“Pedí pizza de ese bar que te gusta”- comienza a explicar, aun movilizándose para descorchar el vino- “la de pepperoni sigue siendo tu favorita, ¿verdad?”

Un solo paso, no fue demasiado, pero dijo suficiente.

Silencio. Silencio desgarrador y sepulcral a mi alrededor, petrificando el aire a su paso.

“¿Te acordaste?”- asevero con un hilo de voz, aunque suena más a una pregunta, reflejando mi propia inseguridad.

Mis extremidades tramitan un cosquilleo colectivo, despertándome de la anestesia que se había apoderado de mí.

“Si, obvio”- le resta importancia, sirviendo la bebida y entregándome mi copa.

Y yo entiendo lo tonto que debe sonar, pero, por un momento, me permito sentirme importante e incluso un tanto sustancial en su existencia. “Me escuchó” medito, atónita por la revelación, revolucionando todas mis ternuras dirigidas hacia él.

Mis ojos se obsesionan con su él, simplemente él y su aura dorada coronándolo como si de un halo se tratara. ¿Cómo logré tener tanta suerte?

“No me mires así, nena”- pide al devolver mi mirada, su entrecejo fruncido en concentración- “Vas a hacerme creer que los chicos tenían razón…”

Mi mueca se tiñe de confusión, no sabiendo con exactitud si se refiere a lo que yo supongo. Intento decodificar sus palabras, pero, tal vez por el prospecto de ver mi entusiasmo destrozado, me limito a repreguntar.

“¿De qué hablas, Kuku?”- atrapo mi labio inferior entre mis dientes para así detener los temblores que lo acosan.

“Ya sabes…”- se encoge de hombros, pero, al ver mi perplejidad se resigna a continuar- “Fran y Juani siempre nos cargaban con que… em, con que debíamos salir.”

Siento un hondazo envestirme de lleno y un deseo irremediable de que el mismo continúe hasta hacerme perder la conciencia.

“Ah, eso”- murmuro en voz baja, de repente completamente drenada de seguridad. Trato de difuminar mis conflictuadas preocupaciones con una risotada punzante, delatando la rigidez de mis hombros estáticos y la incomodidad en mi gesto.

¡Qué estúpida! ¿Cómo me permití alguna vez pensar que el podría sentir lo mismo que yo? Deseo tirarme al suelo y revolcarme en el bochorno que me arrima, lo suficiente para olvidarlo a él con sus grandes ojos fijos y perder la cordura a manos de la vergüenza.

“Era un chiste nada más, no deseaba hacerte sentir mal”- aclara cálidamente, rodeando la mesa hasta rozar nuestros hombros.

Es absurda la cantidad irremediables de terminaciones nerviosas que logra incendiar con solo oprimir su marco con el mío. ¡Debo frenar esta locura antes de que se me vaya de las manos!

“Claro…”- suspiro, forzando una sonrisa al tomar asiento en la silla que abuso bajo mis pálidos nudillos.

Tomando la copa entre mis palmas, la balanceo hasta verter el liquido más allá de mis labios, rezando para que el espirituoso proveniente de uva disipe su comentario furtivo.

El mayor, aún parado a mi lado, hinca sus rodillas para arrodillarse y así quedar a la altura de mis ojos.

“Ángel, lo siento si te ofendí. No era mi intención”- se disculpa, escurriendo sus dígitos entre mi cabello para plegarme un mechón tras mi oreja.

“Ya sé, Kuku… y lo prometo, ¡estoy bien!”- miento descaradamente en su cara, con las comisuras adheridas a mis tensas mejillas.

Por unos prolongados segundos- que se sienten como una eternidad- nos miramos firmemente, tratando de descifrar los pensamientos cabalgando en la cabeza opuesta. Con un afectado suspiro, se levanta del suelo para luego posicionarse en la silla contigua a la mía.

Una vez asentado en su sitio, levanta el rostro para enfrentarme y toma mis temblorosas manos entre las suyas. Inmediatamente noto su calor corporal, las asperezas desperdigadas por sus palmas, sus anillos colisionando con los míos.

“Ahora entiendo cómo mi comentario pudo haber sonado y te pido perdón por ello”- alega mientras me observa, pausando en cada pequeño lunar e imperfección.

Inhibida y un tanto cohibida ante su escrutinio, desvío mis ojos hacia un costado y muerdo mi labio inferior, aprisionándolo entre mis paletas.

“No quería hacerte mal…”- confiesa, con sus orbes ahora clavados en mis labios mordisqueándose- “Sos mi mejor amiga.”

una mueca extraña en su rostro. Pausa, luego dice “sos mi mejor amiga.” Y yo supe a que se refería, está enamorado.

Una fuerza gravitacional me empuja aún más cerca suyo; envalentonada gracias a su fijación por mi boca, empiezo a disparar la ajena sin dudarlo. Deslizo una mano por su cachete, acariciando la incipiente barba creciendo allí mientras le robo un breve pico.

Al separarme, escaneo al hombre que acabo de besar, desesperada por hallar una reacción. La confusión tiñe su cara, tiene la mandíbula presionada con fuerza y un furioso sonrojo trepando hasta su nariz. Sin perder un solo minuto más. Vuelve a unir nuestras figuras en un beso, uno real esta vez.

Sus labios en contacto con los míos consienten un hambre que venía cultivando hace meses, acelerando mi deseo de conseguir más. Mi corazón late con una velocidad alarmante, saltando implacablemente contra mi caja torácica, y agravando los temblores en todo mi cuerpo.

Una danza desenfrenada se desenlaza, dando rápido paso a una intrépida batalla por apropiarse de la ventaja que implica dominarnos mutuamente. Una de sus manos se enreda en mi melena, tirándola hacia atrás mientras su lengua se apresura en inmiscuirse en mi cavidad bucal, cepillando la propia y paseándose por toda su extensión.

El aire comienza a escasear y el ardor en nuestros pulmones nos fuerzan a dividirnos, aprovecho el breve impase para deslizar mis extremidades por sus piernas y así, sentarme a horcajadas sobre su regazo.

“¿Sabes hace cuánto deseo hacer esto?”- cuestiona, entrelazando sus dígitos por mis curvas y asentándome sobre la junción de su torso y piernas.

Bajo mío, noto un bulto que comienza a alzarse, punzando mi centro deliciosamente. Sin siquiera razonarlo, muelo mis caderas contra él, percibiendo un curso de placer recorrerme entera ante la fricción contra sus pantalones.

En un arrojo de valentía, me deshago de la blusa que flamea en mis costados, arrojándola lejos nuestro. Como si de un arreglo tácito se tratara, el argentino adjunta sus labios con mi pecho y comienza a succionar mi piel con fiereza, yo me limito a atraerlo contra mí mediante su cabellera.

“Tantas veces fantasee con esto…”- admito, sin poder evitarlo, mientras él libera mi busto del corpiño.

Levito hacia su remera, forcejeando con ella hasta deshacerla hacia las baldosas y revelar su tórax al descubierto. Recubierto de pecas difuminándose en su blancura, dudo alguna vez haber visto una imagen más hermosa.

Sosteniéndose de mis muslos, se irgue y tropieza hasta toparse con el sillón, descargándome sobre el terciopelo con una impredecible agilidad. Allí, acostada en medio de su sala de estar, centro mi atención a sus dedos desenlazando mi falda con ternura, para luego despojarme por completo de mis confinamientos.

Imitando sus movimientos, aviento mis brazos hacia su entrepierna para desabrocharlo y librarlo de sus prendas. Aceleradamente, lo desvisto hasta que nuestras desnudeces son lo único que prevalece.

“Sos hermosa”- me halaga, recorriendo cada centímetro de mi piel con delicadeza, intentando memorizarlo para siempre.

Respondo con mi agarre volando hasta su palpitante erección y acariciándola juguetonamente, con constancia hasta donde me lo permite.

“Necesito sentirte adentro mío, Kuku…”- pido, sin sentir un ápice de vergüenza ante mi explicitación.

Un gruñido escapa su garganta ante mi directiva, deshaciéndose de mi toque para posicionar su polla entre los pliegues de mi coño y comenzar a adentrarse. Sollozos son lanzados en su dirección, animándolo a ir más allá, a continuar.

“Dios, estás tan apretada”- pronuncia cuando la cabeza de su pene logra tocar mi fondo, disfrutando los espasmos que mi canal le proporcionan.

En un frenesí ocasionado por la sensibilidad que su miembro me genera, embisto mis caderas para acercar nuestros centros aún más y luego retirarme, provocando un extasiante vaivén. Los gemidos retumban en el silencio del salón, con la danza que nuestros sexos lideran al fusionarse.

“Estoy enamorado de vos, ángel, desde la primera vez que te vi”- dice al observarme con atención, aun penetrándome hacia la culminación.

Sorprendida por lo inaudito de la situación, una lagrima se cuela por mis ojos y rueda en su sendero por mi mejilla ante su confesión, una que aguardo hace meses.

Esteban la recoge, interrumpiendo su trayecto hacia mi cuello para besarme nuevamente, con renovada emoción.

Y ahora comprendes por qué perdieron la cabeza y pelearon sus batallas, y por qué yo he pasado toda mi vida tratando de ponerlo en palabras.

[orangeheliophile]

Dating Puerto Rican Bakugou

Contains: Puerto Rican Bakugou x Latina/poc! reader. Bakugou also wears hearing aids in this one. Second!year Katsuki, mentions of after war, Hispanic! Sero mentioned.

●I like to think you both were best friends since you were kids, always sticking together and not just because your mothers were so friends, but because Katsuki had a humongous crush on you and you thought he was the coolest person in the world. Since growing up in Japan, there weren't a lot of people who spoke your language, so another reason you both stayed together.

●His skin would look tanner, maybe have a few beauty marks and more visible scars. Other than that, he's still the same. The same, explosion pomeranian boy with rabies.

●He is a surprisingly great dancer, being an expert in salsa, merengue, bachata, cha-cha, and tango. He's got the hips for it.

●When he grows the courage to ask you out, he would confess to you in Spanish, whispering promises to you that you have his entire heart and soul. (He's secretly a hopeless romantic, but the Hispanic version.) Bro has rizz when he wants it.

●When he asked you out, he said, "Can I be your boyfriend?" Instead of, "Will you be my girlfriend?" Because he only cares about being yours. He belongs to you, and you only. You're not an object, but if you're comfortable, he'll definitely brag to others how you're his.

●His cooking is absolutely divine. If you want something to eat, sit down and look pretty. If he weren't going to be a hero, he would definitely be a chef. He would make you sopita when you're sick, dulce de leche when he wanted you to cuddle him, and he would make all of your favorite foods for you. Just for you, and nobody else.

●He would call you nicknames such as: corazón, amor, bebé, mí cielito, princesa, mamí... and your heart would skip a beat every time. You will definitely return the favor, though, watching his face turn redder than Kirishima's hair.

●He cusses in Spanish a lot, inheriting his mother's anger as well as the attitude. Whenever he watches fútbol, he gets even more passionate about the sport.

●Speaking of his mother, she loves you more than she loves her son. She always demands asks Katsuki to tell you that you're always welcome to visit and that he brings all the snacks she makes for you. She also wants you to marry her son so she doesn't have to deal with his bratty ass. But mainly because you would be her daughter-in-law!

●He always takes you out on dates, sticking your hips together using Sero's duct tape. He's really clingy, always rambling how you're going to get cold, or that you shouldn't be away from him where he can't see you.

●If he doesn't know where you are, he's running around looking for you like a headless chicken. He's secretly a lovesick puppy, constantly craving your attention, and if he doesn't get it, people find it best to back away from him so he doesn't explode.

●He usually hates hearing extras talk. It annoys the hell out of him, making him want to throw out his hearing aids so he can finally get some peace and quiet. You, however, please don't shut up. Your voice is absolutely music to his hears. He loves hearing you ramble about anything. His heart melts at the sight of you mixing up your words while having the happiest smile on your face.

●He knows how to knit and crochet. So whenever it gets cold, he always makes you sweaters, scarves, and blankets to keep you warm. He always makes sure to add things you like, just to make you happy and want to kiss him some more.

●He needs at least five good mornings/good night kisses, six hundred hugs, a ton of cuddles, seven billion 'te amó con todo mí corazóns,' and a bunch of more besitos just to survive and hour. Yes, an hour. Give him what he wants.

●He will never admit it, but he secretly enjoys some telenovelas. His mother always watched them when he was younger, and most of the time, it seemed pretty stupid to him. But he enjoys some of the drama.

●Whenever you want to cuddle and watch a movie, he makes hot chocolate, already having baked cookies as he tucks you into a blanket burrito while sitting you on his lap. He's already kissing your cheek, playing with your hair as you sip on your warm drink and munch on the homemade cookies.

●He wants to take you on vacation to Puerto Rico, show you the streets of San Juan, go hiking with you at El Yunique National forests, and of course introduce you to the rest of his family.

●Of course, he plays the drums, but he likes playing the Spanish guitar as well. He would definitely play romantic songs for you when you're both alone.

●If you have curly hair, oh, he would definitely help you with your routine. He will always search for the best products and be extremely careful not to mess up your curls when he plays with your hair. He loves curly hair. It's so unique and badass in his opinion.

●He's always kind of had a thing for women with dark skin. He finds it pretty when their skin practically glows in the sunlight.

●We all know he gets temper tantrums, but he would act like a whiny/angry toddler when you don't give him affection. And since he cusses a lot and is already dramatic, he would be even more dramatic when he complains in Spanish and acts like he's dying of heartbreak.

●Not only is he an expert at fighting, but he also knows the way of the chancla. The most dangerous weapon of them all. He protects, he attacks, and he most definitely doesn't hold back. Especially when it comes to you, just say the word, and he'll obliterate the person to smithereens.

●Even if he's going to become the future top hero, he knows he would be the perfect malewife. This man can cook, clean, is multi-talented, and would he great with your kids. He would make sure you're always pampered and spoiled with his love.

●He may not seem like it, but he's also a good singer. So if you're in the mood to listen to romantic mushy Spanish songs, he's already swaying your body with his as he sings softly into your ear while dancing in the kitchen with you.

●He definitely has a Puerto Rican banner in his dorm room, right next to an All Might poster and a picture of you. He's not ashamed of his heritage, and he won't ever deny his love for you and admiration for All Might.

●Whenever he's feeling down, he likes to drink Coquito and cuddle you for the rest of the day, watching a romance movie as you play with his hair and give him healing smooches.

●When you both were younger and one of you got a small scratch or bruise, you would definitely do the "sana sana colita de rana" and then kiss the others' boo boos better. Over time, when nobody's watching, you both still do it. It's the best remedy for healing! Besides besitos y abrazitos.

●If you're feeling insecure because your body isn't "stereotypical" to your culture or that you can't speak your language very well, he will do everything in his power to change your mind. He'll scoop you in his arms, sit you on his lap, and do his best to say comforting words to you because his princesa deserves none of this! Eventually, he helps you love yourself more, and step by step, you're both growing closer to one another by how supportive you both are.

●Sero is also Hispanic, being half Mexican made the both of you have someone to talk to. Katsuki and Sero would definitely gossip to each other about the other students. Katsuki's arm would be around your shoulders as the two give judgy looks to people doing stupid things. (You're just doodling on your coloring book while they gossip.)

●Since Mina and Izuku have curly hair, they would absolutely help you whenever you were having trouble with yours. Even if Katsuki threw a temper tantrum every time he didn't get to do it for you. But he will never admit he appreciates them being there for you.

●If you didn't think he was clingy before the war, he's suffocating you even more. Although his right arm is damaged and his heart needs to heal, this boy is constantly stuck to your hip thanks to Sero's duct tape, and you feel the same way, too. You will occasionally give him healing besitos all over his injuries and will reassure him that everything will be okay.

●Just like how you steal his hoodies and shirts, he does the same. Since you like to wear oversized clothes sometimes, he won't hesitate to steal them and wear them proudly. Boasting to others how he's yours.

●You both wear matching layered necklaces resembling each other's quirks. He wears a small explosion charm with another pendant resembling your quirk; yours is the same way.

●Since you're both too young to marry legally, he bought you both promise rings. Having a combination of your quirks engraved on the ring. Don't worry, you both already married when you were five. (He proposed to you with his grandmother's wedding ring. Mama Mitsuki was not happy. But she was happy when she saw you in an adorable frilly dress!)

I wanna write more of these scenarios, but I want to finish a request in my drafts and I've been working on it a lot, and I want it to be good and I want people to like it and, and-😭😔

Anyway, I had fun making this one! :)

[somos-deseos]

Hay dos versiones de mí:

— No quiero salir de mi casa.

— No quiero volver a mi casa.

[tyttamarzh]

Tallulah & Missa 💗

Well... I made this little comic...

I really love the father-daughter relationship between Missa and Tallulah and I love that she is now physically more like him (regardless of the circumstances that led to that).

I know there are already many fanarts about this, but I wanted to make my version :3

I wasn't going to do this today (I haven't slept and I have to work), but I wanted to dedicate this comic to RainbowChaox my beloved, because yesterday was her birthday (Is the person why I'm part of this community, she accepted me and always has been very nice with me, so I wanted to have a little detail). . . . . VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL

La versión en español se la dedico a mi querida RosaPower. Sé que ella ama tanto como yo la relación de estos dos. Quizá no tenga valor alguno dedicar algo con mínimas diferencias a dos personas diferentes, pero es que para mí, ambas son importantes, una de ellas me aceptó dentro de la comunidad en inglés y la otra dentro de la comunidad en español y si no fuera por ambas nunca me habría animado a hacer nada de esto, así que este es mi forma de agradecerles.

[sinfonia-relativa]

Yo también lloré por una persona confundida y alejada de su ser. Me llevó a versiones muy chiquitas de mí misma, llenas de inseguridad y preguntas que nunca pude responder. El tiempo me enseñó después que nunca somos suficientes para alguien que no sabe querer.

Belisa

[undercxverr]

Creo que para poder olvidar a una persona no está mal dejarla de seguir, bloquear o eliminar en las redes sociales, no es de inmaduro o mucho menos infantil, por algo se comienza no?, ya que olvidarse o superar a alguien se vuelve cada vez más costoso, no está mal priorizar nuestra salud mental, pero siempre se comienza por la decisión que toma uno mismo, la decisión de pensar un momento y decir “¿qué es lo que quiero para mí?”. La vida te tiene preparada muchísimas cosas a futuro, momentos de los que hoy no te das una idea lo feliz que te harán, habrán momentos duros? sí, pero también está lo bueno. Estos momentos de angustia, desesperación o tristeza de extrañar a alguien o querer que esa persona esté, hoy en día duelen pero pronto serán pasajeros, ya nada volverá a ser como antes y sabes que? eso está bien, todas las personas llegan a nuestro camino para enseñarnos algo, todas nos dejan algo bueno y algo malo, yo en lo personal prefiero quedarme con lo bueno, tener recuerdos lindos y seguir, total te estás preparando para lo que se viene. Todo pasa, a veces más rápido que otras, llorá, reí, amá, divertirte, disfruta los momentos y a las personas que te rodean AHORA, la vida a veces te da sacudones que te dejan en la mierda misma pero siempre al final todo vuelve a su lugar. Hablar es gratis, envidiar es gratis, criticar es gratis, alabar, alentar, acompañar y aconsejar es gratis, cada uno decide cuáles de estas palabras serán parte de su ser. Todo lo que te sume déjalo ser parte de vos, todo lo que te agobie y te reste sacado de raíz. Aquí todo cuesta pero nada es imposible, aprender a soltar es una de las más difíciles pero de a poco se vuelve posible, de a poco volvés a florecer, no hay que temerle al cambio porque para eso estamos, para cambiar e ir convirtiéndose en las mejores versiones nuestras.

[principito2604]

Mi mejor versión

Has llevado contigo una de mis versiones más auténticas y si también lograste ver una de las peores, una de las que más me arrepiento hacerte mostrado, y desde entonces, me resulta desafiante alcanzar esa misma autenticidad con los demás. Aunque me esfuerzo por superarme y ser incluso mejor que antes contigo, encuentro una resistencia interna que impide que fluya naturalmente. No malinterpretes mis palabras; no estoy expresando un deseo de recuperar lo que fue, pero sí anhelo recuperarme a mí mismo en ese proceso.

[angelghost0]

¡¡Hello!! This is my first publication.

I drew a pony version of Runaan and Ethari. I love these two, they are my favorites of the entire series😔♥️.

Ethari is an earth pony and I made Runaan an alicorn because of that theory/AU where he is a prince.

Anyway, I hope you like it💕.

Español

¡¡Hola!! Está es mí primera publicación.

Dibuje una versión pony de Runaan y Ethari. Amo a estos dos, son mis favoritos en toda la serie 😔♥️.

Ethari es un pony terrestre y a Runaan lo hice un alicornio por la teoría/AU en el que él es un príncipe.

En fin, espero les guste💕.

[a--z--u--l]

Yo prefiero que alguien conozca todas las versiones de mí y decida sí quedarse o no con toda la información en la mesa.

[pezh-u]

Un collabsazo con @alstandstar

Aquí los novios, las almas gemelas, los eternos enamorados, los que aún entre mundos y universos diferentws, siempre cada versión de ellos se encuentran y se enamoran (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) ♡

Ocupo más dibujos de estos dos, 7 años y este es el primer collab jajakskdk, los "personajes" llevan 7 años desde que inició su relación, pero muy dentro, llevan muchos años juntos y un par de versiones juntos ♥︎

✿ Kaydrin es de @alstandstar

✿ Admon por mí

[fairlyang]

Sol de México 🕷️

in which Miguel doesn't know the sun of Mexico

w/c: 1.4K

pairing: uneducated!miguel x latine!reader

tags: fluff!!! miguel doesn't know luismi, uncultured, sm spanish w somewhat accurate translations (got lazy for the rest of the song oops), you try to convince him to listen, he does, loves his music omg

notes: I incorporated luismi bc miguel is an old man he would fucking LOVE boleros!!! also wrote easy money I before and after I went to his concert💅🏼

I was chilling in the cafeteria jamming out to Luis Miguel's discography when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I take one side of my headphones off and look up to see Miguel. "What's up?"

"I need you for this mission." He says and I nod standing up.

I grab the other end of my headphone and leave it wrapped around my neck as I hear the beautiful tune of Luismi's version of Sabor a Mi. My eyes lit up as I can still slightly hear it considering I had the volume high, who cares if I lose my hearing so young?

Miguel starts walking and I follow suit, mouthing along the lyrics to the romantic bolero. "Tanto tiempo disfrutamos de este amor. Nuestras almas se acercaron, tanto así" (For so long we have enjoyed this love. Our souls have gotten close enough)

Then I start humming the lyrics while we walk to the front of HQ. "Que yo guardo tu sabor. Pero tú llevas también. Sabor a mí" (That I now keep your taste, but you also keep. The taste of me)

Miguel side eyes me making me quickly shut up and he just shakes his head, "who are you listening to?"

I raise an eyebrow then smile, "Luismi!" I answer excitedly.

He just shrugs and I gasp, "No lo conoces?!?" (You don't know him?!?)

He shakes his head making my mouth nearly fall to the floor, "Como es posible- como- no lo conoces porque vives abajo de una roca o nomás no existía en tu universo?" I ask and he stops, giving me a glare making me bite my lip to refrain from laughing. (How is that possible? Do you not know him because you live under a rock or because he doesn't exist in your universe?)

"Nunca he escuchado ese nombre- como dijiste- Luismi? Que tipo de nombre es ese?" He snorts and I smack his shoulder as if he just said the most offensive thing imaginable. (I haven't heard that name- how'd you say- Luismi? What type of name is that?)

"Luis Miguel, guarda tus palabras cabron ese hombre es el sol de Mexico." I say pointing a finger at him as he starts walking again. (Be careful with your words bitch that man is the sun of Mexico)

"Pues no en mi Mexico." He mutters and I roll my eyes. (Well not in my Mexico)

"Voy a cambiar eso." I say and grin, quickly following him as he opens up a portal. (I'll change that)

"Oye Escorpión, tu conoces al sol de México?" I ask as I swing behind Scorpion and quickly web up his long ass tail. (Hey scorpion, do you know the sun of Mexico?)

"Is now really a good time to ask that-" Miguel chimes in webbing up the rest of his body as he raises an eyebrow.

"Luismi?" He asks and I laugh.

"Exacto." I say and look over at Miguel who rolled his eyes. (Exactly)

I created a portal as Miguel dragged Scorpion through it and we walked through the portal for a bit before walking through the other portal that led to where we keep the anomalies. "Almost too easy." I say and grin as Scorpion scoffs from the floor.

"No menti pero no te ofendas hiciste lo más que podías." I say making him groan and mutter swears at me. (I didn't lie, but don't get offended you did the most you could do)

Miguel hands him off to a few of the spiders who put him in a force field like cage and we walk back. "You're something else." He mutters making me grin.

"We already caught his ass and won't ever see him again it'll be fineeee." I say letting out a chuckle while he shakes his head.

"Eres algo más." He repeats and I laugh. (You're something else)

"Now let me put you on with some Luismi songs-"

"No-"

"Como que no-" (what do you mean no-)

"Que no-"

"Porque?!?" (Why?!?)

"Ya me diste lata con todo de tu mentado 'Luismi'-" he says and waves me off. (you've annoyed me with everything about your mentioned)

"No me ofendas O'Hara." I snarl making sure to enunciate his last name in Spanish. (Don't offend me)

"It's O-Hair-a-"

"Me valeee- si se escucha como Guadalajara así lo voy a decir." I snap back realizing I'm sounding like my tias back home, oh god. (I don't care- if it sounds like Guadalajara that's how I'm going to say it)

"Con el pinche nopalote en la frente y quieres que diga O'hara- por favor Miguel." I tease saying his last name like he wants me to and he just sighs. (With the fucking cactus on your forehead and you want me to say O'Hara- please. this only makes sense if you've heard it, it's like being able to tell someone is Mexican bc of your forehead)

"Y tu nombre se escucha súper más mejor completamente en español." I say and shrug as we finally made our way back to the cafeteria. (And your name sounds so much better completely in Spanish)

"Why do I put up with you-"

"Because you can't help but need to speak to another fellow hispanic spider! It's okay Miguel, I know I make you feel like home-"

"No exageres-" (don't exaggerate)

"I wasn't it was simply the truth." I say and fight back a smirk.

He chuckles and takes a seat at a table motioning for me to sit, I do and look up at him. He looks right back at me and we end up doing a little staring competition until he speaks up, "give me two recommendations-"

"La media vuelta y sabor a mi- espera no, hasta que me olvides- no- la bikina- pero la incondicional-" I blurt out then unsure of which ones I wanted him to listen to. (these are song names and I recommend them all<3)

"Nomas dos-" (only two-)

"La media vuelta y hasta que me olvides." I say and nod.

He sighs and pulls out his phone quickly writing something down. "You're gonna love them I promise!" I say and smile.

"Which one was the one you sang earlier?" He asks making my cheeks burn realizing I sang in front of him. Que vergüenza. (how embarrassing.)

"Uh it was sabor a mi. It's technically not his song, it's a Mexican bolero but I just love his version." I explain and he nods.

"Alright I'll report back to you soon and see if I like them-" he says but I had to interrupt.

"You will."

"Yeah yeah- and we'll see if he has good reason to be named 'el sol de México'" he says making me snort.

"Hold on this man isn't even Mexican-" Miguel says making me burst out laughing.

"Do not tell me you googled him-"

"I had to know more- and I did end up liking the songs so I wanted to see what he looked like and where he was from only to learn he was born in Puerto Rico-"

"Listen-"

"He isn't even Mexican-"

"His music is! And he grew up there so he counts as a Mexican!" I say and he just gives me a deadpan look.

"I'm serious- and he literally loves the culture, country, and music. That's where his heart belongs." I say and bite my lip trying hard to not laugh because of the look he was giving me.

"'Sol de México' my ass." He scolds making me clasp my hands over my mouth.

I was sitting on a chair in Miguel's desk, writing up a report while singing along to Sabor a Mi again. It was just so pretty and romantic, the melody was addicting to my ears and I felt a warm fuzzy feeling whenever I listened to it.

"Pasarán más de mil años, muchos más. Yo no sé si tenga amor la eternidad. Pero allá, tal como aquí. En la boca llevarás. Sabor a mí." I sing along and stop writing because I was getting into it.

I breathe in then continue, "No pretendo ser tu dueño. No soy nada yo no tengo vanidad. De mi vida doy lo bueno. Soy tan pobre, ¿qué otra cosa puedo dar?"

Then I hear Miguel walking towards me and singing? "Pasarán más de mil años, muchos más. Yo no sé si tenga amor la eternidad. Pero allá, tal como aquí en la boca llevarás, sabor a mí."

I turn to face him, mouth and eyes wide open making him chuckle, "me gusto mucho esa canción." He says and shrugs. (I really liked that song)

"Esta bonita verdad?" I ask and he nods. (It's pretty right?)

"Tan bonita." He says giving me a warm smile. (So pretty)

"Tal ves si es el sol de México...." He mumbles making me grin.

[2as2gs]

Cinéfilo

Me enamoré de unas piernas desnudas y depiladas, con calcetines altos y converse blancas, estiradas sobre mi regazo y reposando sobre mí inconveniente erección involuntaria, en la oscuridad de una segunda planta en un bar de pueblo donde ponían películas en version original, que ni tú ni yo entendíamos demasiado.

De Mi vida en los labios