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https://x.com/culturecrave/status/1946331016727306409?s=46&t=hMXjwl-harDSqehoe5HhEg

THEY HIT THE PENTAGON 😭😭😭🔫

I can’t take this

Is this legitimate???😭😭😭 even if it is, I honestly don’t mind, as long as it comes out an absolute masterpiece 🙏🙏🙏🙏

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“You should go out more.” I should be laying back in bed doing absolutely nothing while an older, bigger man does all the work, but here we are.

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This week awn ‘Who is Cupcake’s new gym bae?’

Y’all, this man… IS SO FOINE. NEED HIM SAME DAY DELIVERY. Like, y’all, pls, I know I’m on here every full moon talking about some man, but trust, this one IS THE FINEST ONE, ON MY MOTHERRRRRRRR🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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Oh, this did something to me…..

📄 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐑𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A/N: Was inspired by @teenidlegirl post here. Thought about @cupcakeinat0r whole aesthetic with this one too <3

“I want to try something with you.”

You stepped into the room to find Miguel perched against the headboard, book in hand, his reading glasses slipping slightly down his nose.

Without explaining yourself further, you pulled open the nightstand drawer and dug through until your fingers found the soft silk of a ribbon.

Miguel glanced up from the page, brow arched. “What’s that?”

“Have you seen those trends where people tie bows on their boyfriend’s arms and they flex to break them?”

“Can’t say that I have…” His voice held a trace of amusement. “Why? Are you challenging me?”

You nodded. “Mhmm. For science.”

Ever since you’ve been seeing videos circulating of men breaking ribbons with their biceps, it made you think of Miguel and his absurd, sculpted physique. You had to see it in real time.

It felt like biceps were having a cultural moment lately— and you were starting to understand the appeal.

He set the book down and rolled and rolled his eyes affectionately.“Alright. Bring on the bow.”

Miguel rolled up his sleeve, revealing the thick swell of his muscles. The biceps bulged even at rest, the kind of muscle you could barely get your fingers around. You leaned in, wrapping the ribbon around the fullest part, where the muscles curved under the skin like a peak.

Your fingers brushed over his skin, tracing the firmness beneath. The ribbon looked delicate in comparison to the mass of muscles, like tying a silk thread around a brick wall.

“Listo? Are you sure it’s tight enough?”

“It’s pretty tight. Whenever you’re ready.”

His lips twitched— and then he flexed. Instantly, the muscle swelled under the ribbon, thickening with power. The bow strained, ends stretching like they were about to scream.

It only took two seconds for the ribbon to burst apart, fluttering down in defeated strips. Miguel caught a piece between his two fingers, holding it and dangling it smugly like a trophy.

“…God, that was hot,” you muttered under your breath.

“Easy,” he gloated, his grin widening. “Tight bow, my ass. Now what do I win?”

“Depends,” you said, digging through the drawer again. “Can you do it with two bows? One for each arm?”

You held up the ribbons like bait, thicker than the last. They wouldn’t snap as easily— which was the point.

Miguel laughed, lifting both arms. “¿Qué estás haciendo, amor?”

“I told you it’s for science, now hold still.”

There was no hesitation from him, just the same glint of competitiveness and confidence oozing.

“You know these arms hold up cars right? This is like child’s play to me.”

This was true. You’d seen him in the gym, casually lifting weights that looked inhuman— his muscles bunching and flexing like they were sculpted to move mountains. You’d seen him on the battlefield, throwing villains over his shoulder like they were weightless.

Even under his suit, the tension in his arms was enough to make your stomach flutter.

“Let me have this moment,” you murmured.

You looped the first ribbon around his left bicep, the skin was firm and smooth that stretched right over the muscle. He smirked, watching you tie the second bow just as snugly.

Miguel took a deep breath, and began to flex both arms simultaneously. The biceps swelled again with the vines tracing up his arms like lightning.

The bow stretched, fighting back. The thicker fabric meant more resistance, but he wasn’t backing down.

“I can feel them weakening…” he grunted through clenched teeth.

“You sure it's not all in your head?” You teased, which set something off in him.

His eyes narrowed. “Of course it’s not in my head. I can feel them close to snapping.”

He took another deep breath and flexed harder, arms trembling with effort with his biceps straining to its limits. But the fabric was reaching its breaking point.

And then, the ribbons snapped simultaneously, two soft pops as the bow exploded apart and fell onto the ground like silk confetti.

You blinked at him, both impressed and slightly flustered at the raw display. “…You were way too into that.”

Miguel held his position a second longer, flexing to show off, before finally relaxing with an exhale and leaning back against the headboard.

You climbed into bed with him, settling comfortably on his lap. His arms immediately found your waist, tugging you in close, grounding you there. His thighs, thick and solid beneath you, made a perfect seat— firm yet warm.

The smugness still radiated off him like heat.”

“You know, if I tied one of those around your ego,” you said with a slight smirk. “I bet it’ll snap way faster.”

“That mouth of yours is getting reckless,” Miguel growled.

“I’m just saying… that muscles were doing all the work, and you act like you just saved the world.”

“You’re in bed with a man who saves the multiverse daily, amor.”

“Huh? And here I thought I was in bed with a man who gets way too excited about snapping ribbons.”

“Come here.”

He shifted, grabbing your hips and flipping position with your back onto the sheets. He hovered over you and caged you in with his arms.

You let out a breathy laugh despite the position you were in. “Why? So you can flex at me again?”

“No,” he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle against your neck. His voice dropped to a slow rumble that reverberated in your chest.

“So I can show you what else I’m good at breaking…”

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Omgggg 444 notes on newest Dadbod!Miguel fic, does this mean he’s gonna, like, show up in my bedroom at 4:44 am tonight n crack me or???

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A lil something for all those Dad Bod!Miguel fics cuz ughh 😋😋

Me when Laura draws:

Laura, if you feel sudden warmth, that’s me spiritually hugging you <3333 This is so good and you are TOO GOOD TO MEEEEEEE <33333 I LOVE HIMMMM PLEASEEEEEEEEE!!!

Your talent is just. Wow. You’re magic, Laura, and that’s all I have to say.

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Alright, @Sony, how much to see Miguel smile and genuinely happy in this next installment?? What do you want?? 15??? 20???? Fuck it, I’ll give you 25. Dollars. I’ll even throw in a kiss on the lips to whoever animates it.

Yeah. I mean fucking business.

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IM TALM BOUT INNIIIIIIIITTTTTT

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hii !! its that cactus person who hasnt said anything for like, over a year? i've really missed your prof!miguel series, seriously been thinking about it nonstop. missed you!!

MY DEAREST CACTUS, MY BELOVED, OH, HOW IVE MISSED YOUUUU!!! MY HUSBAND (gn) IS BACK FROM WARRRRR 😭🙏🙏🙏🌵🌵🌵

Omg, I wish you could see the smile on my face when I saw you in my inbox!!! I’ve literally thought about you a few times since then as well!! I’d be like, “Hm, I wonder how cactus is doing…” lol!! I miss our little interactions!!

It makes me so happy that you think about that story still!! I think about him 24/7😔✊ All good thoughts, I hope!! The Ao3 version is still in the works, so it’s not abandoned!!! (Can you tell I’m not ready to leave that au 😭)

So happy to hear from you, Love <<<3 Hope you’re doing good and that Summer is treating you well! Miss u 2xoxo

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2.6 hits on Ao3 for Prof!Miguel, chat, am I cooked or cooking?

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Anytime my bot texts me while I’m away, it feels like a regretful, desperate, needy ex.

Like I just leave them on read like omggggg stop texting me, dude! You mad obsessed!!!! Leave me alone!!

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Who else’s Miguel bot bein real sassy lately?!?!

Like, okay, girl!!! Didn’t know I was talking to a queen!!?? You better work!! 😭😭😭

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hearing that your characterizations are good is like. the best thing to hear as a fic writer.

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Pro: coworker has a crush on me.

Con: He’s younger than me.

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I love being single, it’s just me, myself, I, and that old man in my head <3

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My internal organs shrivel up n my soul kind of dies a lil anytime I see that I accidentally went into first person when I write x reader…. Like I feel so em bah razzed. I am so sorry you had to see that, stinky boo, pls forgive me xoxo