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vindictivenerdcels · 2 months
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"Huh.....weird....now I even know how to ride this beauty. So....every single thing he's familiar with, as long as I touch it, I can have access on how to do it? Not just the memory in that stuff that he has? Fuck.....why did I just realize this? Is his simple mind already affecting me this bad? Well....let's focus. So if I want to know how to play lacrosse like him, I just need to familiarize myself with his stick and gear? To follow along the jokes or blended in naturally with his lax bros, I just need to touch them? And so if I touch Cassie's back or her head, then I can easily handle her the way Freddie here handled her in bed??? Damn.....there's nothing to worry about then, one touch is all it takes!"
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catladyoftheyr · 14 days
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Muscle Memory PT 2
PT 1
Miguel O’Hara x Reader
Word count: 937, just a short chapter :)
Summary: you left something at the bar and Miguel offers to drive up to return it; Miguel has some alone time after work and has some ✨ fun✨ while he watches the videos he took last time (this chapter is really just Mig jerking off sorry not sorry)
Warnings: m masturbation, porn, no plot just smut really, mention of unprotected p in v and facials, mentions of jealousy.
Tag: @safixiovi
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You’d been back home for a couple days and were heating up leftovers for dinner when you heard your phone ping. You picked it up and saw a text from Miguel
Mig: hey did you lose something?
You: maybe, what is it?
You racked your brain for any potential missing items, but you misplaced things fairly often so it could be anything. Your phone chimed again with an incoming picture from Miguel. It was your charm bracelet with your initials. It must have slipped off when you were at the bar. It looked like the clasp was broken so you made a mental note to get it fixed when you found time.
You: yeah it’s mine. Thank you for finding it! Can you hold onto it for a little while? I don’t know when I’ll have time to drive into town.
Mig: I can run it up to you this weekend. I don’t have any plans anyways.
You: That's like a 2 hour drive, Miguel. I can’t ask you to do that. Especially just for a bracelet.
Mig: good thing I’m offering then. We can make a weekend of it; the bar will be fine without me. Unless you were planning on having someone else in your bed this weekend ;)
You: who still uses the winky face? I’ll see you Friday.
You grabbed your food from the microwave and ate quickly, not caring that it was still cold in the middle. You were always so busy with work that you had a tendency to neglect household chores. As a result, your apartment had started to fall into disarray. You groaned, knowing you had limited time to clean and prepare for your guest. Luckily the kitchen wasn’t too messy, seeing as you weren’t incredibly fond of cooking. You loaded the dishwasher and went on autopilot to tidy the rest of your small apartment.
Miguel’s POV
Miguel locked the back door of O’haras behind him and made the short drive home. He had your bracelet safe inside his glove box and told himself he’d replace the broken clasp before Friday. He let out a deep sigh, exhausted from the evening's work. The bar had been busier than usual and Miguel had had to pull triple duty to call outs. Once past the threshold of his bedroom door he began to immediately peel off layers of clothing before collapsing into bed in just his boxers.
He closed his eyes and willed sleep to come, but he knew it was a lost cause. His mind drifted to the upcoming weekend plans. He wondered what you were doing, what you were thinking about, if you were thinking about him too. Were you alone like him, or was there another man in your bed? Miguel felt a pang of jealousy when he tried to picture you with someone else. He selfishly wanted you to himself.
Miguel thought about the nights you’d spent together, and told himself no one else could measure up to him; that other men couldn’t pleasure you like he does. He’d had his own string of lovers in his bed, but no one matched the chemistry between you and him. Miguel remembered how you looked going down on him, the devilish grin you wore when teased him. He felt his cock twitch as his thoughts grew more lustful.
Memories of the last weekend came flooding back to Miguel, and he grew harder thinking about the way you pressed against him at the pool table, how your mouth felt, and how fucking tight you gripped him when he pounded into you against his car. Miguel pulled his cock through the opening of his boxers and began to pump it slowly and deliberately in his fist. He opened his phone in his other hand and scrolled until he found the footage of him drumming into you. He turned the volume up as loud as it would go, the sounds of skin on skin and raw pleasure filling the room.
“Fuccckkkk” he groaned, slightly quickening the pace of his fist. The way you moaned drove him crazy. He wished he could video call you right now, show you how even when you’re not around he was still enamored by you. He watched the screen intently, remembering how it felt to be inside you, how your pussy gripped him just right. He watched himself grope at your breasts and how they bounced when he fucked you. Miguel’s breathing got heavier, and he stroked himself firmly, watching how your eyes rolled back when he hit your g-spot. He moaned your name as he saw you shake with your orgasm on screen; he bucked his hips into his hand as remembered how it felt to be inside you.
Miguel swiped to the photos he’d taken of you with his cum on your face. You smiled proudly at the camera, so eager to show off for him. He could feel himself getting closer to his own orgasm. “Fuck, nena” he gasped as he pumped his cock as fast as he could. Miguel closed his eyes and pictured himself splattering on your pretty face again, tongue out and eager to taste him. He felt himself shoot warmth out over his hand and torso and sighed as he came down to earth again.
He reached wearily for the tissues on his night stand and cleaned himself quickly. His eyes fell shut heavily as his fatigue began to set in. Miguel sighed as he reached for a spare pillow and rolled over hugging it tight to his check. Sleep came quickly now, and he was sure he’d dream of you.
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pirateherokillian · 2 years
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365 Days of Colin Characters - Day 221 [Killian Jones - Once Upon a Time]
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ashleys-doodle-corner · 2 months
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My animatic's out! Yippee! Wahoo! And as per usual, you guys get to see some of the frames that I used for the animatic. Only some.
It was actually really nice to just not do an intensive animatic, this time round. Even though it's still pretty effortful in some areas (like the rendering, and the perspective, and the animation I did at the end). But I'm happy with it!
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morbid-things · 3 months
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Me after i spell Tommi Lalli's name as Tommy for the 3rd time because I have tommy cash brainrot
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mischiefisme-amess · 5 months
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There is something so awfully awkward in playing a familiar game in a new platform.
You’ve played this work of art so many times, for hours, so much that the controls have scorched in your muscle memory.
And then you go and play in an unfamiliar platform. It’s the same game, same scenery, same moves. But you can’t move properly. The existing muscle memory is working against you.
Your brain knows exactly what you should do here, but you can’t execute that. You flail in place and die in game. You knew what to do, but you just could not.
I’ve got hundreds of hours in Hollow Knight, on PlayStation. I’ve nearly got perfection, I’ve only got like two pantheons left. Like I can say with confidence that I’m not bad at it, I’m good, even.
And then I got in on pc, because I’ve been trying to get into that. I’ve been a console player since I was born, because that’s what my dad taught me as a kid. So I’m just getting into pc.
And holy fucking shit. I died, not ten minutes into it, right in the room in the crossroads, with the platforms and gruzzers.
I DIED TO A GRUZZER???
Yeah, ouch.
It’s just so different!
I can’t get the timing for pogoing right for the life of me and I just keep flying into things.
I’ve gotten used to just pointing the controller stick at the direction I want to hit and do it without thinking. So now when I try to use the arrow keys my hand won’t move at all. Seriously. It’s also the opposite hands doing everything, so I just forget to move sometimes and my right hand just stays down on the jump button accidentally.
Yeah, I was at it for an hour and barely got anything done. I’ll try again later.
But god is it confusing to just look at a game so familiar and just… not be able to play it the way your brain has wired itself to be able to.
Anyways
-Mischief out
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They moved the icons back where they belong!
My muscle memory thanks you @staff !
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qekouu · 5 months
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Comm for @/blight_eyed on ig!
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whaleofatjme1920 · 6 months
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Muscle memory is super weird. I cant remember the nocturnes i used to play. Or even the bits of flight of the bumblebee Sr. Marie Paul once taught me.
But I can remember STRONGER THAN YOU with a weird amount of precision
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idlejet · 1 month
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"You left the gate swinging So I went on inside The stalls were empty The horses out running wild"
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rachelsennot · 7 months
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not me misspelling "success" as "succession" on my cover letter
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silvergeckos · 9 days
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You ever been in a fandom for so long that you begin to type it into every search bar you come across without thinking about it?
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lvnderlore · 9 months
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sir, your muscle memory FASCINATES me.
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MEGADETH - HOLY WARS | DRUM COVER.
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fortunaestalta · 2 months
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faneth · 4 months
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ok time to do some writing (grabs drawing tablet for no reason)
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