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His eyes rests upon the few raindrops that had landed on the back of his cybernetic hand, but he doesn't feel anything, not even now when a few more drops hits the metal - nothing.

He can't even remember what it feels like, can't even remember the last time he experienced something like this, not until a few drops land on the skin of his face, one of the remaining places on his body that still can feel something.

A few more drops hits and it's in that very moment that memories related to this feeling slowly awakens deep within his mind, something that he has long forgotten and for the first time in a long time - he feels something.

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imagine edging a guy to the point where you can barely touch him before he’s telling you he’s gonna cum

now imagine bringing him to the edge and just leaving him there

like maybe you have a vibrator on him and you leave it on the lowest setting he can handle, taking it away every few seconds. you never let him go over the edge but you never really let him calm back down either

i’m just imagining his back arched to the sky, desperately trying to get his hips closer to you as he heaves out debauched breaths. imagine the pleading look in his eye that he has to beg you with because his head is too cloudy to use actual words.

imagine the sounds he’ll make when you put the vibrator back on him, a loud thankful moan as he tries to get himself over the edge before you take it away. and then the betrayed whine or groan of frustration he’d give once you take it away again.

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#dirty minds worldwide

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what if he was bby girl?

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let go

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art cred: marbipa on x

Sub!Miguel working up a sweat, begging... (18+) Let's goooo!

Sub!Miguel on his knees for you. Bound all pretty with his hands behind his back, arms and torso wrapped in an intricate shibari design of his own organic webbing.

Sub!Miguel moaning lewdly when the vibrator in his ass pulses yet again against his prostate. He knows you love hearing his sounds, you've told him so. And he wants so terribly to be good for you.

Sub!Miguel biting back a groan as you slide your fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before slowly circling your clit. Your fluttering cunt is inches from his nose, and he has to fight to keep from inhaling deeply.

"Such a pussy whipped slut." You coo, gasping softly as your hips arch into your own fingers, of course you do it on purpose to give him a good look at your entrance, shining with your arousal.

"Please let me touch you....taste you....please." His tone is pleading, and he's straining against his bonds like a man possessed. And he is. Possessed body and soul. You humm, pausing for effect. As if you hadn't already decided to give in.

"I've been a good boy, yeah? Por favor bebé....let .e taste you."

Sub!Miguel whimpering in relief when you let your thighs fall open and guide his willing mouth to your swollen clit. A bead of sweat already rolling down his brow.

Sub!Miguel groaning as you grind your hips into his mouth, gripping his hair. He laps greedily at your entrance, moaning as your walls clamped around his tongue, and his eyes roll back when you moan 'good boy'.

After all.... who are you to deny your good boy?

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tiktok is such an awful app, it's almost designed to feed you misinformation and expose you to insane discourse. unlike beloved tumblr, the app that feeds me misinformation and exposes me to insane discourse

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@greensagephase IK THE TEXT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT SCENE- BUT I WAS LOOKING THROUGH MY SCREENSHOTS OF PART 13 AND IT JUST FELT RIGHT 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 LIKE. HE SAID THAT RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING AND I JUST FEEL LIKE DEEP DOWN HE THOUGHT OF Y/N WHEN HE SAID “HOME” AND I UGHHH- 🥹😭🥹💕💕💕 I love them (Ik it’s TAKEN SO LONG to post this. I just had a lot on my plate and I LITERALLY FORGOT about this sketch. my apologies :’)) 😭😭

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3am art dump? Worked on a speed paint of Hades Miguel today, messy messy messy but I work within a time limit so this is where I stopped.

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is this orange or yellow.

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Villain vibes Miguel… facial hair or nah?

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Astarion might like Oleandr just a little bit. 💖 

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The way Miguel's one want, one reasoning for essentially--as we as an audience know it-- killing an entire universe was not to have a love interest, not to gain wealth, not to have power, but to have a daughter hurts me so bad. Grown man. Big man, tough, big muscles, highly intelligent. One would assume his one want would be to have a hot wife, a big house, riches, power, etc. But no. He wanted a daughter. He wanted a daughter who would play soccer and want piggy back rides and smash cupcakes in his face and want to be held in his arms and giggle and stick her tongue out at the camera and call him Papá.

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Dev’s most recent daily Miguel posts

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I’m gonna sob 😭 the way Dev characterizes Miguel is so masterfully done. His nature is shown with his actions rather than words which just screams ‘Miguel O’Hara’

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As silly as it sounds, sometimes I will forget that Miguel is quite literally a superhero but Dev’s work reminds me in the best possible way. This is a man who has overcome so much in life and has seen the worst that humanity has to offer AND YET he still stands up for the little guy and risks his life for others.

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I love what superheroes represent, I always have, but Dev’s work has been helping me to relive my childhood fascination with these characters. GIVE HIM SOME LOVE NOW

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Spider-Man 2099 by Devmalya Pramanik

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THIS!

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miguel if he was your mechanic

heavily inspired by @.mybvalentine’s blurb about a need for more mechanic/plumber miguel fics , this is an au, think modern day, miguel is flirtatious and smells like oil, shortish fic

sorry to non fem-aligned readers, reader is implied to be feminine here

The car you drive has several problems. The tire indicator was on, you needed an oil change, and there was a loud noise your poor car would make anytime you put your foot on the gas. Did it scare you? Yes. Have you gotten it fixed every since you got the car? No. The sound sounds like it was coming from the hood of your car, and it rattled making your mind buzz with anxiety.

Not to mention, you needed to get your tire’s air. You did yourself a favor before driving of to your scheduled appointment. You drove to your local gas station where you got to pump gas for free, and you filled up the tire with air. One thing done with.

You had heard of a new mechanic in town, apparently he was very good-looking. At least that’s what the people in your small town have said. You needed to get some things fixed, so you decided to make the call, even if your nerves ate at you a bit.

It was a little drive, but not too far. With your music playing in the car and the windows slightly down, it didn’t seem like a really long time to you.

To your pleasure, you were the only one with an appointment today, as the cars that were already there were empty, or being worked on. You slow down and carefully park away from any other cars, and you look inside of the building to see a man under a car. He looks pretty tall, in all honesty. You can’t see his face because it’s hidden under the hood of the car. You lock it and realize you should say something.

“Ah… hello? I’m Y/N, I scheduled that appointment for an oil change?.. And a couple other things?” Your voice calls out, and you can see his foot slightly twitch like he had remembered not to bump his head even after doing this millions of times, he still tended to.

You can see his body try to move, and then he slides out from under the car, his body a little sweaty from the heat, wearing a tight tanktop; you can tell he lifts, and he lifts big. His worker boots are tied on tight, and his mechanic pants have a secure belt filled with tools hooked around his slim waist. He could make anything look good, with that build of his.

“Ah.. hola, muñeca. Yeah, I remember. You called yesterday, right? I’m Miguel, Miguel O’hara.” He’s standing up now, rapidly approaching you. You don’t miss the way his eyes do you a once over, and it makes you shyly smile at him. You think you had a type, because the way you were feeling your knees weaken as he looked at you said a lot. And that sweet pet name instantly weakened you.

“Yes, yes. That’s me. Hi.. Do you call everyone that?” You raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head a little at him, you hold your bag strap tighter a little scared of his response. You feel like you’re in high-school again, feeling slightly caught off guard at flirtation.

“No. Just the ones who wear juicy tracksuits.” He can’t hide his cheeky smile, you had been wearing one of your favorite outfits. Simple and easy to style. The jacket zipped down halfway, showing your undershirt, and sweet skin. The juicy J zipper was your favorite part.

“Ah, you must see them often, huh?” You can’t stop smiling at him, and he steps over to your car, but not without glancing at you and subtly smiling. You can’t help but feel this giddy feeling around him, your fingers lightly clasping fidgeting out of slight nervousness. He can smell your perfume, and you smell like strawberry cheesecake and rose water. He smells like oil and natural musk, which works on your insides easily.

“No, they’re rare to see nowadays.” He first walks around your car, inspecting it. You step out of the way for him to properly see, crouching down to see if anything was leaking from your car, and then staring at it for a few seconds, visibly analyzing.

“Your tires look good. The outside looks good. Do you mind if I turn it on to hear the noise you were talking about?” He offers a hand as you hold your keys in hand, and you nod, feeling a little anxiety at that, just because you were entrusting him with your precious car.

“Don’t take too long, she’s my precious baby,” you’re half joking as you laugh, and you pull your keys out of your bag to hand to him. He stifles a laugh with his hand, and prepares to get in your car. It smells like you in there. Rose water and another sweet smell he can’t distinguish.

“Prometo, princesa. I won’t be long, I promise. I’ll just loop around the block, yeah?” He bared a smile at you, and you sit the keys gently in his hands. He can see you have a couple colorful keychains on the keyring, and it makes him smile more. He’s already figuring out a lot about you from this little interaction. He wants to learn more.

He unlocks your car and sits down and starts it, rolling down the window to look at you. He has to move the seat back because he’s so tall and it makes you giggle.

“I’m too big for this car,” me mutters, reaching his head out slightly to talk to you. You had your hands on your knees to look down at him properly and he had to suck in a breath at the sight of you, you were pretty cute.

“I just want to check, Y/N. It’s whenever you gas it, right?” He holds in a pet name, deciding to look you in the eye, and call you by your name. His eyes gleam a little in the sunlight. You nod in response, the thin silver chain around his neck makes you subtly bite your lips as you smile at him. The tension was a little too strong.

“Uh-huh. I’ll just wait inside for you.” You back away from the car as he starts to drive off for a short drive, trying to deduce the problem. It was good you had time away from him, because your heart was beating so hard. He didn’t take long to come back, and you let out a sigh of relief.

He pulls back in slowly, and he parked close to you. You were sitting outside, on the bench. It was a pretty open area view. You stand up and walk over to the front seat, eager to hear his thoughts.

“How is she? Is it bad?” He immediately shakes his head no, understanding the weird humming sound was coming from the hood of your car. There was a screw loose, it was as simple as that.

“No, no. You have no need to worry, pretty. There’s a screw loose under the hood. I can fix it for you, for free. He says with a light shrug as he shuts your door after propping the hood of your car, taking a wrench from his belt.

“Oh?… Oh, really?! Thank you. That’s really nice of you.” That’s a relief, nowadays everything was expensive.

“Mmh. The oil change is free too. Don’t worry about it.” He says to you, already starting to screw the screw in properly and tightening it so the rattling under the hood would stop.

“Hey, Miguel.. that’s too, are you sure?” You sound smitten, and you feel like you really lucked out today.

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s free, for you.” He turns his head to wink at you, and you think you might faint right there.

“No, no. I can’t not do that, let me pay at least twenty, come on.”

“No.” A curt no, he’s insistent.

“Uh, yes! You’re doing a lot for me, you don’t even know me.”

“I want to know you. How about you pay me a little differently?” He tilts his head at you, raising his eyebrows as he awaits a response.

“..You’re not- You don’t mean?” You scramble and feel your cheeks redden and she laughs loudly shaking his head no as he shuts your hood carefully, taking care of his fingers.

“No, sweetheart. I meant a date. Let me take you out.”