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g0d334t3r · 6 months

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I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG THIS ESCAPE WILL LAST ✭ miguel o’hara minors do not interact (18+)

“YOU DON’T TRUST ME.”

the words were flat—a statement born out of misplaced anger and insecurity because, by all means, MIGUEL was right not to trust you. the identity you’ve built for yourself since your home universe collapsed—the lucrecia vaughn that miguel supposedly knew—was a lie, and yet, he has done everything and anything for you. and still—you couldn’t even begin to fathom not having his trust even when you knew you didn’t deserve it.

“lucrecia,” the man says patiently, his gaze a muted red.

his voice—low, thick, and gruff—is a web in and of itself, you realize with a startled look; there was nowhere else you’d prefer to be.

“that was not what i was trying to say.”

your jaw ticks. “then what were you trying to say?” your voice is mean, just as you’ve conditioned it to be in your girlhood—leaving no room for arguments, just as your mother taught you.

in truth, you’re hurting—but probably not as much as miguel would once he finds out how you’d gotten into the society in the first place—your heart bursting at the seams.

you rise to your full height, which you’ve long since known was incomparable to his, furrowing your brows and narrowing your eyes. the stamina he’d been helping you build up has paid off in that moment, keeping your breathing even and your chest calm even as it flickered to life in the wake of your anger.

“that i’m not good enough to carry out this case?” you continue through your teeth, your fists clenched at your sides. “that i’ve failed once and will only fail again?” your voice breaks off into a desperate snarl that rises in volume.

“just tell me, miguel, putangina lang—”

“lu.”

miguel had raised his hand in front of you placatingly like you were a feral animal to quell.

(the irony here did not escape your notice.)

“por favor,” he continues gently, carefully stepping towards you. “let me speak. let me help you understand.”

your chest heaved as you both stared wordlessly. up, down. up, down. inhale, exhale.

“tell me,” you repeated, finally faltering, surrendering—though a heat remained simmering below your skin.

and you and he don’t touch exactly, but the feeling was how you thought it would feel—if you and he stood so close you somehow ran out of air to breathe just like that—because miguel’s presence was big enough for the both of you.

he stands tall, if slouching a bit, looking every bit of the leader you hear he is. two whole heads taller than you, as you already knew. but it doesn’t make it any less of a marvel to witness it for yourself—to feel each breath of his life against your face when, for as long as you’ve had your powers, you’ve always been cause for someone’s last breath.

“your first run with the anomaly.”

you sucked your teeth at the grit in his voice. “what about it?”

he shot you a disapproving look. “it almost killed you—despite your preparedness.” he says immediately to the knit in your brows and the insecurity in your eyes, probably knowing that a self-deprecating spiel came next and more venomous words that could last the both of you another lifetime. “and that wasn’t your fault. you did everything right.”

“did i?” your jaw ticked again. “the anomaly escaped.”

“i don’t care.”

“yes, you do!”

his jaw sets this time as you let yours slacken to counter his words.

“capturing anomalies is your vice.” you hissed, glaring up at him, huffing into your shared air. “and i saw how you reacted when i made my report. i saw how you held yourself, the tightness in your eyes; you’ve always bred anger, miguel. did you know?”

“you’re not going after that anomaly.” his tone promised finality. “not with that mindset, not while distracted, not while i say so, lucrecia.”

“then help me!” you heaved. “help me be better or get out of my way.”

your nostrils flared as his hands shot up between the two of you to grip your wrists, and he leaned in, puffing out an angry breath against your neck.

“you,” he growls softly, walking them towards a wall, “are not going after that anomaly. ¿estoy entendido?”

you grunted as your back hit the metallic wall and then again at the resistance on your wrists.

“chica testaruda.” he breathed into your skin. stubborn girl, you knew his words translated, and it only infuriated you further—fanning the flames that had only smoldered in its supposed slumber.

remembering what he taught you during the early months of your arrival, you use the wall behind you as leverage to push—getting enough space to support your stance while miguel stumbles before dragging him down onto the floor and pinning him with your weight.

“you’ve always bred anger.” you murmured, digging your nails into his wrists as you held them down. “i know you hate me—”

“you know nothing, mija.” his chest rumbled, and his eyes glowed red. “i’m not benching you because i secretly think you’re incompetent, lucrecia.”

you sneered, mistakenly losing sight of his hands in your anger. “sinungaling.”

miguel flips the two of you over that next second, pinning you down more efficiently than you did him, laying his torso across your stomach and gathering your hands above your head.

“tell me i’m not the only one who noticed.” his chest rumbled again as he spoke, weaving the web you’d found herself in ever tighter. “tell me i’m not the only one who felt it.”

“felt what?” you huffed.

“don’t.” he takes one hand off your wrists to stroke your cheek, furrowing his brows in concentration as a knuckle grazes your skin. “don’t deflect, mija. don’t deny.”

“i don’t understand,” you stuttered out.

“but you do,” miguel murmurs, maneuvering your hands to either side of your head and pulling his weight away from your stomach, extracting a quiet gasp of relief from your lips. “i know you do, little psychologist. after all, you know how quick i am to anger. so you must know…”

“anyone can see how quick you are to anger,” you countered breathlessly.

“but you know my less obvious tells.” he shot you a look akin to fondness. “and i’m sure i can be as good a psychologist as you are, lucrecia. because i know what makes you tick and how you lie.”

your lips part.

miguel leans forward, easing his hold on your wrists, though not letting go just yet. “¿quieres que te bese, amor?”

“only if you’ll mean it.” you murmured over the rumbling of his chest. “and only then—dahil gusto kong maramdaman ang pagmamahal mo, at gusto kong maramdaman mo ang pagmamahal ko.”

his lips grazed your forehead first, tenderly kissing the knit between your brows until they’d relaxed. and when they have, when you craved more, miguel would chuckle lowly and draw away.

“you’re all i want, lucrecia.” his voice was thick, almost needy, when he spoke again, his mouth near your ear. “did you know? do you believe me?”

he dropped your hands and brought his ones around your waist, his thumb stroking the end of a scar that peeked out from the loose baby blue camisole.

“you know nothing,” miguel mumbled, though almost as if he was talking to himself.

“miguel.” you say, your cheeks set aflame. “please.”

his gaze flickered back to you. “tell me what you want, lu.”

“kiss me.”

and he does. he kisses like a man starved, groaning and hissing into your mouth as it parts for him, molding it into his image, the web that you have long since given yourself up to. and then he picks at your scar with his nail even as you writhe and hiss back, digging new groves in return to match yours.

you learn then—when his hand cups your mound, palming you through your worn grey sweats, his thumb circling your clothed clit in tight circles—another side of him that you’ve yet to notice through your sterile eyes: that miguel o’hara is a lover.

𓌳𓌳𓌳𓌳 translations:

putaninga lang - tagalog, an expression for anger.

¿estoy entendido? - spanish, “do you understand?”

sinungaling - tagalog, “liar.”

¿quieres que te bese, amor? - spanish, “do you want me to kiss you, love?”

dahil gusto kong maramdaman ang pagmamahal mo, at gusto kong maramdaman mo ang pagmamahal ko. - tagalog, “because i want to feel your love and for you to feel [mine].”

#[✎]#talia writes ✎#[ꕥ]#wip: brainrot #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara x female reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #filipino reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara

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dementialmaiden · 2 months

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doodlin

#ultrakill #wip art #my art #doodles #brainrot

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mequetrefis · 8 months

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and they were crewmates 😳

#tried my best to find a middle ground between anime and opla but failed #anyways zosanlu brainrot hours #luffy is their get along shirt basically #zosanlu #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #sanji #monster trio #one piece #fanart #my art #if you squint you can see sanji’s heart eyes #wip #idk if ill ever finish

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karpachev · 8 months

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lil mk sketch to keep my page alive, i just think they're neat :)

#well i've finished storymode...#got a brainrot #again #don't regret it tho #this new era raiden is so fiiine man #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk raiden #raiden #mk johnny cage #johnny cage #karpachevart #art wip

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seagreenlaurin · 24 days

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Hualian wip ❤️

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utter-dismae · 19 days

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@lovelyelbowleech ‘s War Games has had a chokehold on me so here’s a wip of that one scene where Toph calls Sokka “Snuggles”

Finished Piece -> here

#avatar the last airbender #atla #atla fanfic #atla zuko #atla sokka #atla fanart #art for wargames #all’s fair #the brainrot is real #art wip #work in progress #zukka #zukka fanfic #zukka fanart #atla zukka

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yngxing · 1 month

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okay but big spoon aventurine? him just staring at your back—unaware of the admiration pouring from his eyes (and the tears, because he can't believe that he got so lucky to have you).

his fingers combing your hair to soothe you, making sure that no bad dreams come to haunt you—if they do, he'll hold you tightly no matter how hard you're thrashing and kicking, he would even try to whispers a few words to reassure you (even if he's not good at it—for you, he'll try) until you calm down.

#brainrotting again... can't seem to find motivation to finish my wip sigh #anw i still think he likes being the little spoon more though #man needs love #fairy's chatter｡#hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr fluff #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you

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s0up1ta · 2 years

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emerald trio my beloved

#have a wip i lost all motivation to finish #the brainrot is unreal #the owl house #toh #toh fanart #hunter noceda #willow park #gus porter #toh s3 #huntlow #s0up1tart

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rnmyn · 6 months

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They're talking about wine. And their best friend.

Also, they share a voice (Donghua!SQX and A/D&CQL!WWX)???

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support me on ko-fi ☆

#mxtxnet #tgcf #mdzs #shi qingxuan #wei wuxian #the untamed #tgcf fanart #mdzs fanart #cql fanart #fanart #rnmyn.art #if i think abt anatomy for more than 5 sec i will c ry #bflf is my brainrot rn i have WIPS but im lazy #i also have h:sr wips but SFHLSJHFS i DID get my new unit at hard pity

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sillygirl-sketches · 5 months

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silly little wip of a silly guy

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun vash #trigun 98 #trigun fanart #wip #i don’t digitally paint often so this has been fun #it’s not done but thought i’d share what i have so far lolol #the brainrot is so real

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corollaservant · 1 month

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(18+) missed you // dabi x f!reader

dubcon/noncon, yandere, oral (f), implied drugging, lowercase cause bored

sick art by @birf__ on X // link (for the whole thing)

it's quiet when he enters the apartment. you barely hear him as he murmurs a soft ‘’i'm home’’—you're watching tv absentmindedly. the next words will define how the evening will go. a ‘’stand up’’ means it’s bad, a ‘’missed you’’ means it's worse.

‘’i missed you’’ he says, ‘’come here’’ but you don't move. he advances towards you, sitting down as he looks in your eyes. ‘’did you miss me?’’ he says, voice almost whiney, there’s some dried blood under the staples. ‘’i did’’ you lie, not bothering to put up a fight. his lips are on your neck, painted fingers groping and squeezing what feels like your carotid artery, he’s needy and seems desperate.

‘’you’ve been so good today’’ he hums as if you’ve accomplished anything, all you did was sit sedated on his couch, not bothering to get up at all.

‘’i think i’ll reward you baby’’ he breathes on your wet neck, bringing what feels like dry skin—his lips on yours and sliding his tongue in your mouth. but you don’t back away, you intertwine tongues, as you notice him nudging closer, both hands around your neck, i can breathe, you think.

the next thing happening is you’re lying down on the couch—under no circumstance would he bother carrying you to bed, his day has been exhausting as is, you’re naked and trembling, it’s cold in the apartment but a heat always follows him. you’re also soaked, what were you supposed to do with his fingers rubbing persistently and splitting you apart? stupid body—reacting in stupid ways. his head is already in between your legs, folds parted, metal gliding from your thighs to your inner lips, your cunt twitches in anticipation, as he plays with the heat and you mewl.

‘’p-please..Dabi’’ you tell him, how desperate you actually seem but he doesn’t mind. not today.

‘’i know, baby’’ he murmurs, tongue lapping at your slit, swirling around your swollen clit, he will go easy on you today. a harsh slap echoes in the room, his hand comes in contact with your bare thigh as you scream.

‘’be quiet, not too much noise.’’ he grumbles, the position annoying him, he can’t get full access to the hidden treasure, his day’s reward.

you’re being lifted from the couch in seconds, only to find yourself on top of him, he’s lying down this time as your naked body quivers atop, pussy positioned on his mouth, black painted hands gripping your waist.

‘’stop fidgeting pretty’’ he says but you can’t be patient, you need his tongue in you, your walls a hot and sticky mess—he can tell and he hasn't even done much. he's in your cunt again, spitting on it as saliva dribbles down his chin and onto his chest, a look below would show you his half lidded eyes staring at you, a large handprint decorating your left thigh and he’d only spanked you once. your fingers tug on his white hair with caution, would he smack the same spot again? but you don’t really care at the moment, as you timidly start grinding on his open mouth and nose, trying to get your relief—his grip on your waist tightens. he's licking up your sopping slit, inching closer to the nub and it tingles, he tickles you and you jerk, overstimulated clit pulsating and causing you pain as you whisper: ‘’p-please, s-suck it.’’

he is in a good mood today, that’s why he spanks your thigh, same spot, heated palm and the pain shoots up your core as you dampen his mouth.

‘’don’t tell me what to do.’’ mouth full of your pussy, and you blabber. fuck-Dabi-agh!-there there! since he’s given you unspoken permission—by not gagging you, you continue; you tug harshly at the white strands that get tangled in between your knuckles and you feel your core tighten. your clit twitches, signaling a tormented orgasm, hips buck up his nose, as he shuffles. his dick isn’t the priority here but he can’t ignore the constant reminder.

‘’D-dabi, i–im gonna—’’ you pant as he slaps your thigh again; same spot, same viciousness and spits a big glob on your cunt—it’s too many sensations at once, a lapping tongue with your arousal and his saliva expecting to get more out of you, the abuse on your nub, the pain from his hits, the longing eyes and sloppy mouth full of your slick as you cum crying. eyes brim with tears, hips jerk on his face, while he tastes your cunt’s sweetness, half-smile forming on his stained features.

it's always worse when he tells you he missed you. it means you have to prepare yourself to like what comes next.

#mha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi smut #yandere dabi #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #tw dubcon #tw noncon #had 82737 wips but brainrot took over #check their art on twitter btw!

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g0d334t3r · 3 months

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❛BRAINROT!❜

━━ MIGUEL O’HARA X YOU

summary: if worlds crumble at our behest, is it because we’re poor caricatures of saints or because there can be no we? (if the answer is both, then could we keep us a secret for a little longer?) . . . or IN THE AFTERMATH OF THE DESTRUCTION HE CAUSED, A MIASMA FOLLOWED MIGUEL O’HARA HOME. tags: alternate universe, mental manipulation, second pov, toxic relationship, original female character notes: (03/03) - work is not yet published!

AO3 | PINTEREST BOARD . . .

EXTRA CONTENT

✭ ━ i don’t know how long will this escape will last . . . sfw

#talia’s directory!#wip: brainrot #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara spiderverse #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x female reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #filipino reader #filipino character

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izel-scribbles · 24 days

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