#TE-LAB

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Love Hultén / TE-LAB / Sound Machine / 2022

[silusvesuius]

drawing 4 an art trade with @groundrootvegetable of their spawn🧡

Boo....... watch out.

[sukitra]

Toxin Doctor's Lab <3

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Ancano: *walks into the room*

Onmund: Bundle up, everyone. It just got partly creepy with 100% chance of annoying.

[buzzardss]

that stupid bum (WHO INTRODUCED ME TO HIS WHOLE FAMILY BTW. JUST BTW) has ghosted me but bc of it ive never been locked in academically more than i have these past 2 weeks.

[metalgearemily]

I get to lead a group of my classmates around the site I do research at because we’re collecting bugs for my entomology class. WE’RE SO GETTING LOST TODAY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[junranghae]

at the risk of sounding snobby ive only ever worked at rich well funded labs and i'm genuinely scared of moving to a poorly funded lab, ive never made sds gels in my life i always just buy

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Love Hultén / TE-LAB / Sound Machine / 2022

[labambina]

BOCADILLO GIGANTE LABAMBINA

[twilit-tragedy]

Experiências estranhas com o meu nome, hoje. Não sou particular fã dele por natureza, se calhar é por isso.

1) dou o meu nome ao segurança de serviço qd entro, pk é fim-de-semana. E este homem que eu vi pela primeira vez ontem às 7:30 e a quem só disse 'bom dia' vira-se "E a Daniela vai para onde?" ou seja, que sala/corredor. E eu por dentro (hmm, não uses o meu nome assim, eu nem te conheço 🤨) 😂

2) Mesmo agora, a sair, vejo um colega a entrar pelo nosso corredor e digo atrás dele "Alô". E ele, antes de se virar e me ver, responde "Oi, Dani." Estou intrigada sobre como é que ele me identificou lol. Mas desci as escadas a pensar sobre como quase toda a gente aqui me chama Dani por causa da Denise (DÂ-ni, sotaque brasileiro, as opposed to Dá-NI, que a minha família sempre me chamou e alguns amigos tbm). E como às vezes gente me chama Dani pk ouve sempre a Denise a dizer isso, e eu fico (🤨? Mas que confianças são estas?) 😂

3) Deixo as escadas, encontro o segundo segurança do dia. Antes de eu virar a esquina e o cumprimentar, é logo "Daniela? 👈👀" E eu que, lá está, nunca vi este homem na vida pk nunca cá pus os pés no fds e já estou a pensar no assunto do meu nome, fico tipo "Sim???? 😳" e ela explica-me que, quando começou o turno, o colega lhe disse que 'a Daniela está lá em cima na malária'. E eu só, mas que raio 😭😂 isso não lhe diz nada se não conhecer a minha cara e nome de antemão 😂

Pronto, foi só bizarro. Mas se calhar eu tenho é falta de sono pela semana que tive e falta de assunto por ter passado o dia sozinha a passar pequenos volumes de líquido de um lado para o outro.

[24hdrawinglab]

Corsi di disegno disponibili a Roma e Milano

Corsi di disegno disponibili a Roma e Milano. Siamo entusiasti di annunciare che il nostro amato corso di disegno è ora disponibile non solo a Roma, ma anche a Milano. Questo significa che più persone avranno l’opportunità di sviluppare le proprie abilità artistiche e scoprire il piacere della creazione artistica. Presso le nostre aule di Roma e Milano, offriamo corsi che ti aiuteranno a…

[grison-in-space]

The trouble is that in English we have all these damn little helper words that have to go in fairly specific places, because our words don't carry the grammar bits along with themselves.

I might try:

"with a rock the br [he] shattered ain." Because the thing is, the verb is carrying its implicit subject along with it there. I really want to translate this as a dependent clause with the subject carried along to emphasize the impact, but I can't do that without more context or another sentence.

Also, "brum" is a wholly bizarre word in a Latin frame of mind.

I'm slightly more used to seeing the splitting object in the middle of the construction, not the verb itself. That's certainly a choice.

For an example of the more usual form I've seen, there's a line in the Aeneid:

Haec ubi dicta, cavum conversā cuspide montem impulit in latus

"Having said this, [Aeolus] pierced the hollow mountain in the side with his twisting spear" is a reasonably literal translation, but it doesn't get at the poetry of the syntax. The "having said this" bit is simple enough, but then it becomes:

"hollow twisting spear mountain he pierced in the side", except the mountain and the hollowness are linked together in the way the twisting spear is linked, such that you can see the spear inside the mountain in the lines of the poem.

what the fuck

saxo cere comminuit brum

what the actual fuck

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Brynjolf: For your information, I found my grandma’s lost wedding ring. It’s been in my family for generations.

Jolinar Aren: Wow, that’s actually kind of sweet.

Brynjolf: Yeah, I made a bundle on it when I sold it back to her!

[scoobysnakz]

loser miguel who, at first, feels so much shame he could be sick, but when your breath shortens at the sight of his reddened eyes, that guilt is replaced with a stronger, more persistent hunger.

loser miguel who can’t get his hands off his cock; you look too pretty to stop now. your wide, shocked eyes glued to him, flickering between the desperate expression on his face and his calloused hands encasing his girthy length. that look of pure shock only serves to make him more ravenous, more crazed, more infatuated with you.

loser miguel who watches, mesmerized as you walk over to him, your shiny eyes drinking in the sight of his leaky cock. he can practically smell your desire, and god, it’s making him insane.

“por favor, te necesito,” he whines, head lolling to the side.

“migs… is that my lab coat?” part of you can’t bare to hear the answer but that other, sick and twisted part that craves validation, is desperate to hear him answer yes in that panty wetting accent.

“can’t stop.” his voice is harsher now, not mean but it carries a certain huskiness that makes your mind fuzzy. “fuck, need your pretty lips, mami.”

loser miguel whose heart nearly stops as you sink down onto your knees, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and hands clenched into fists. you can’t bring yourself to look at it, it has an almost godly presence, which you know is stupid, but it’s part of him, part of miguel.

he keeps stroking his cock, you on your knees beneath only serving to make him harder and more needy. his core aches with longing, a silent declaration of desire in his eyes as he fights the urge to buck his hips into your face.

loser miguel who gets an automatic ego boost at the way you stare at his cock. miguel isn’t a lazy man, far from it, but that isn’t to say he shaves. almost every inch of this man is covered in thick hair that resembles the same darkness as the chocolatey mop on his head. and he can see the way it goes straight to your cunt.

a few times, you’ve been blessed with the view of his happy trail on the odd occasion he’s stretched with only a t-shirt on. but never have you seen past the bulky thighs which are infamously known all throughout the crinkled pages of your diary, that you’ve had countless dreams of being trapped between, and fuck, do you feel like you’ve missed out.

his cock is huge, at least eight inches, with balls that hang heavy, twitching to release their load into your pretty little mouth.

loser miguel who has to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a loud moan as you press your soft lips to his rosy tip, his precum leaving your lips looking temptingly glossy.

you drag your tongue across your lips, savouring the tangy taste as it melts on your tastebuds. you, carefully, lower your mouth around his shaft, forcing your jaw to go slack as a feeble attempt to accommodate his size.

the feeling of your tongue, flat against the underside of his cock, sends his mind racing. this is what he’s been dreaming of, craving, for months. you are so perfect, so pretty and perky, how could he not have an insatiable need for you ?

the only light in the entire lab is the late afternoon sun leaking through the gaps in the blinds, leaving it dimly lit with the sun rays shining on miguel’s tanned complexion.

thick strands of his dark hair frame his perfectly chiseled face in an almost angelic halo. his soft, plump lips are parted ever so slightly, so that you can get a spine chilling view of his fangs.

loser miguel who’s never felt anything like this before. try as you might, you can’t fit his entire length in your mouth, and somehow, this is the closest to heaven he’s ever been.

he can’t count the amount of times he’s pumped his cock to the idea of this, you, one your knees pleasing him so prettily.

“mierda, just like that, just like that,” he croons, one hand sliding down to grip the back of our head.

you shine under his approval, the burn in your jaw suddenly disappearing as you push your mouth further down his cock, your nose is buried into the thick tufts of hair on the base of his cock.

you’re gagging and drooling all over him but right now you can only focus on miguel’s raspy breathing and muttered praise.

loser miguel who can only stand there watch as his cock falls victim to the talents of your mouth, his hips stuttering in a pathetic attempt to hold off from fucking your throat. miguel wants to make this last, have you looking up at him through adoring eyes forever- if he could take a picture he would.

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a/n: smut clearly isn’t my forte but i tried 🙃

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[lockleysfav]

My Little Flower

Miguel O’Hara x AFAB virgin!Reader

summary: You had just met the spider society and Miguel a few days ago, You and Miguel had been quite chatty with eachother for a while before be was called out to a mission. A few hours later when you’re asleep in the lab, a high Miguel stumbles in.

warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, drugged Miguel, loss of virginity, rough sex, non con, somnophilia, creampie, reader soon loves it.

A/N: From the last post, the poll, i will be doing the top 3 voted smut ideas. If you want to be in a taglist just comment on this post ❤️. Enjoy!!

To say you were tired was an understatement, you had been working on your new costume a few minutes after Miguel was called out to a mission. It was lonely sometimes without him despite the hundreds of spider people around. You knew that you and Miguel were a little closer than others, and his company had always lightened your mood.

You begged him to let you come with him on this mission but he immediately shut you down, rushing off after telling you it’s too dangerous, plus, your suit isnt finished. It was whatever, you scoffed and sat back down to carry on with the designs. “Asshole” you muttered to yourself, mimicking his facial expressions only to make yourself laugh but once you calmed down and looked to the clock and saw it was 10:34pm, you decided to work a little on your laptop in miguels chair (he had the comfiest chair of course).

The door and slammed wide open and yet you didnt flinch for a second, Miguel stumbled in onto his knees, panting and clawing at his neck ���fuck what is this” he heaved as he continued to squirm. His fangs had retracted and he felt his body growing warmer and warmer at a certain smell, he didnt realise that smell was you until he forced himself up onto his feet and saw you asleep in his chair, your body hunched over on the desk with your laptop still open, the white light lighting up your face. Miguel almost purred at the sight of you drooling on his desk.

“te necesito” he muttered breathlessly before scrunching up his face in frustration. He couldnt do that to you? right? You were new, still young. You’d hate him but god he couldnt stop his legs from moving towards you. He growled and so desperately tried to hold himself back, his cock straining against his suit.

You were whining ever so slightly in your sleep, Miguel wasnt aware if you were having a nightmare but its what he assumed and it only drove him even crazier “poor bebita” he whispered as he ran his long fingers through your hair before letting the bottom half of his suit fade away, his cock resting against your cheek. His tip was almost gushing with precum, he gripped the back of your hair and growled before pushing the tip into your drooling mouth “oh fuck, thats it good girl” he whimpered as his body grew hotter, his hips suddenly bucking harder into your mouth. Your head twitched and pulled back a little but Miguel gripped your hair tighter holding you in place “im sorry bebita im so sorr- f-fuck” his dick hit the back of your throat and he doubled over emptying his cum on your tongue.

He pulled out panting, he stared down at you expecting you to jolt awake but you were still fast asleep. You were more of a deep sleeper than he thought. Initially he thought he was okay, but the sight of his warm cum dribbling out of your mouth only hardened his cock again. He didnt waste another second, he lifted you up from the desk, the cum from his mouth smearing onto his shoulder causing him to groan. He carried you to his bed and layed you on your stomach, your feet dangling off the edge of the bed. He pulled down your leggings along with your socks and shirt, you stirred for a moment and Miguel stopped, looking at your face until it relaxed again “so good for me, you love it dont you? you want me just as much as i want you” his eyes had turned a deep red, he felt feral.

He straddled your thighs and ran his fingers down your spine before gripping your ass cheeks tight, putting his weight down and spreading you wide open, your puffy pussy exposed to him. He heaved again, saliva spitting from his mouth before spitting directly onto your pussy. This time, you jolted.

“M-Miguel?” you lifted your head realising it was planted down on soft sheets. You feel a pair of large hands on your ass and you quickly realised the situation, the head of his cock pressed against your hole and you immediately thrashed against him to get away “no no! stay!” Miguel had tears in his eyes he was so desperate. He grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. “Miguel stop! Im a virgin please please dont do this” you were almost sobbing and Miguel let go of your hands.

“Virgin?” he asked as he looked down again, spreading your pussy lips before looking at the back of your head. “I wont…i wont hurt you okay? please bebita” he leaned down, his body weight completely pinning you down as he kissed behind your ear. “need you so bad, just don’t fight it and it wont hurt i promise” you were panting and whining, you were so scared but also full of adrenaline. You were crushing on Miguel the minute you laid eyes on him. But you were just scared.

Miguel nipped your earlobe making you yelp, he growled and sat back up on his knees, he let you have control over your arms as he started rubbing his thick tip along your slit. He used his thighs to pin your legs together, making sure you wouldnt be able to squirm so much. He pushed in a little and sighed in relief at your loud whining “it hurts! miguel w-wait” but he didnt, he forced himself deeper and deeper, he knew it wouldve been easier for you if his dick was any smaller. He felt guilty in his gut as he continued and struggled to force his cock all the way inside you “shh relax, take me all in baby come on” he pulled back before pushing in again and this time your pussy opened up for him, letting him slide right in making you cry out loudly “miguel!” you were frantic, trying to get away from the pain but Miguel only held you in place, hushing you and kissing your shoulder as he refused to stop his movements.

“Shh it’s alright, dont be scared it’s over j…just stay still and oh- everything will be fine!” he stuttered as sweat dripped from his face. His gut was burning with desire and he couldnt stop, he so desperately wanted to pull out and hold you, tell you hes sorry but he couldn’t.

Miguel had shown a little mercy by flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs before slipping his hands behind your knees and pinning your legs to your chest, folding you together. He saw the fear in your face when you looked down at the size of him “no dont look mi amor, look at me thats it…you’re okay this is gonna feel so good trust me” you shook your head but he only nodded his before sliding his dick back into your pussy. You gasped and pressed your palm’s against his chest a poor attempt to keep him from going any further, he moaned and only slid deeper, hitting your cervix. “too deep” you told him shakily and he ignored you, lifting your legs higher onto his shoulders and pounding into you “fuck you’re so tight, leaking everywhere you little slut you love it, stop being so fucking dramatic and take it” the moment he said this, he slammed against your g-spot and your eyes rolled back “o-oh my god” you bucked your hips up and he smiled against your neck “good girl there we go…” he pulled away to look at you, taking in your beautiful features while pounding you.

You were moaning at each thrust, it was music to Miguels ears and as soon as you started panicking, unknown to what was coming he almost exploded. “mmm fuck dont fight it, let it happen bebita come on let it all out” his encouragement had you crying, your pussy squeezing his cock as you came, making it difficult for him to keep thrusting but it didnt matter, he grabbed your throat tightly and kissed you, pushing his tongue deep in your mouth as he rammed his warm sticky cum into your womb.

Miguel laid his head on your chest, he felt a weight lift off him and he came back to his senses when he heard you crying. He immediately shot up and looked down at you with a frown “oh no…oh im so sorry i..i didnt..i dont know what to say” he cupped your cheeks desperate to hear you say something.

You shook your head in his hands “please dont leave” Miguel was stunned for a moment at your plea, your body was shaking and his heart broke “hey..hey look at me im not going anywhere” he looked into your reddening eyes “im not going anywhere…im so sorry this wasnt how i wanted this to go” he sighed and laid his head back onto your chest “i was hit with some powder i dont know what came over me when i saw you, please babygirl believe me when i say i didnt wanna hurt you i-i never want to hurt you” you were looking up at him, smiling weakly “it’s okay Miguel..i understand” you nuzzle into him and he clung to you tightly “i wont let anyone hurt you..you’re mine” he was gentle with words, it almost felt normal.

You really had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

A/N: Thank you for reading! 💕

likes and reposts are so appreciated <3