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miguelhugger2099 · 2 days
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Punk!Miguel who sits on your strawberry duvet, back against the headboard while you sit in his lap. His eyes are closed while you carefully put on his eyeliner, Kuromi headband on his head.
Punk!Miguel whose hands are on your hips and he can’t help but smile softly when he feels your hands working on him.
“Okay, now open.” You say and he does your command. “Do you want it on your waterline?” You hand him the pencil.
He nods, pushing it back to you. “Can you keep doing it for me, baby?” He hums, content with just holding you.
Punk!Miguel that lets you pull down his lower eyelid carefully, gently drawing the black pencil on. He tries to take subtle glances but they don’t work—you huffing and pulling away.
“Stop! I might poke your eye out!”
He chuckles. “Okay, okay! I’ll be good.” You don’t take his word, putting all your weight on his hips with a twinge of annoyance on your face.
Punk!Miguel who leans up and steals a kiss that makes you squeak in surprise, his hand on your cheek to keep you close. He steals another kiss, and then another and another… Until you drop the pencil and snake your arms around him and he tugs you closer, slipping his tongue between your lips.
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exhaslo · 2 days
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Can you do like a God Miguel and devil fem reader, this is my first request so please no hate 😭 Oh yeah AND SMUTTTTT
That man is basically a God, haha. Usually I see this request the opposite way, so this is going to be so much fun!
Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, teasing, taunting, handsy, oral sex (m receiving), riding, rough sex, dirty talk, doggy style, creampie
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"C'mon, Big Boy. Afraid to show a lil ol' devil like me what a taste of Heaven looks like?"
This was a sight to behold. No one had ever dared to question or even go against Miguel's ruling. There was a reason why the two dimensions were split between Heaven and Hell. There were a whole list of reasons.
One of them, being devils like you.
You gave a wicked smile towards Miguel, the God of Heaven himself, the ruler of all Angels. Hell, the very man whom separated the Angels and Devils. He was one who controlled all. One who could change the course of fate itself.
"What's a Sinner like me to do in order to enter your pearly white gates of Heaven?" You cooed, getting on your knees.
"You have already made your choices in life. You must live with the consequences of your actions." Miguel spoke.
You gave a pout, pressing your lower lip out while pressing your breasts together.
"But, it wasn't all my fault! I'm here to confess my sins and do right. Please, give me a chance? Isn't that what Angels do? Give second chances?" You begged.
Miguel grunted lowly as he shooed his Angels away. They had started to whisper amongst themselves because sadly, you were right. Miguel disliked it when a devil would sway the good hearted with cruel twists of truth.
"You wish to be redeemed? How do you plan on doing so?" Miguel asked. You bit your lower lip, finding his scowl hot,
"I'll do anything."
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Miguel sure had you work your way into heaven. As God, he personally oversaw your progress. Every human you helped; everyone good deed you did; everything was in his sight.
Even your advances. You were sly as you did your job. Poking your ass out slightly; accidently having a tit pop out; hell even using the old lollipop trick. You were doing whatever it took to try and sway Miguel in your favor.
"Hm, excellent work. Perhaps I just might consider your arrival into heaven after a few thousand more good deeds." Miguel hummed. You felt your eye twitch,
"Thousand? Isn't there anything more..." You slid your hand down Miguel's chest, "Intense I could do?"
"Have you forgotten who I am?"
"I haven't," You whispered in his ear, slowly lowering your tank top, "I know that you rule over everything. You see everything while no one can see you. You poor stressed God."
"I'm not stressed." Miguel huffed as he glanced around the human world, "I know what you've really been after this whole time."
"Hm? You have?" You cooed, "Then why entertain me?"
"Because even a God gets bored."
In the next second, both you and Miguel were in what looked like a human hotel room. A smile curled upon your lips as you spread your legs on the bed, slowly removing your top. You gave Miguel a seductive look, motioning him over,
"So bored that you'll entertain a devil?" Miguel scoffed,
"So bored that one might say I am stressed." He tried to change the topic, but sighed, "Sometimes even I grow jealous of how easily humans find pleasure."
You raised a brow, your smile growing wider. You sat up, reaching for Miguel. Your hands stroking down his chest as you threw your top across the room.
"Allow me to give you a show then?" You whispered.
Swapping places with Miguel, you proceeded to give him a little lap dance. As you moved your ass against his crotch, you started to take your bra off. For a God like him to entertain a devil like you, oh this was going to be good.
You nibbled against his ear as you took off you pants, revealing no underwear. A chuckle escaped your lips as you glanced down towards Miguel's erection.
"Hm, does mini God wanna play?" You cooed.
"Perhaps I could show you what heaven tastes like after all." Miguel played along.
Oh, that made you wet. You hands were all over Miguel now. You just had to strip him, but slowly. You cute little devil tail twirled as you started to grind against Miguel's white robes. You stroked his face, watching his temptation grow,
"Shall I do all the work?" You whispered. Miguel just smirked,
"Weren't you the one who needed to get into heaven?"
You huffed as you removed his robes. Eyes widening at the sight of his dick. He wasn't a God for nothing. With a lick of your lips, you got on your knees and started to work your magic. You had good deeds to do after all.
"How many deeds if I make you cum?" You hummed with a lick of his tip.
"A hundred."
"Oh? Then I'll have my work cut out."
"It's a good thing stamina doesn't exist for me." Miguel said with a smirk, which made you quiver.
Ignoring that thought for now, you returned to stroking and sucking Miguel's dick. Of course God doesn't have stamina. Even devils and angels had it. Well, at least you were trying to earn his forgiveness and not the other way around.
You moaned lowly as you started to take Miguel deeper. His dick was thick and long. Just the thought of him ravishing you was making you horny. Not to mention the sounds of his grunts was delicious. If only you were a succubus, this would make a fine meal.
"Still waiting to be impressed." Miguel teased.
You felt your eye twitch as you kept sucking. What more did he want? Gasping, you felt his hands on your head as he started to thrust into your mouth. Tears started to form as you tried to breathe through you nose.
"Here's your first hundred." Miguel groaned.
You nearly gagged as Miguel cummed inside your mouth. Moving away, you swallowed what you could, but coughed up the rest. There was so much. Wiping your mouth, you glanced at his still harden erection and chuckled,
"If that's the case, then this will be easy."
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"Are you giving up already? What a poor little slutty devil you are." Miguel mocked as you bounced on his cock.
You were drooling as you rode Miguel. His dick fit so nicely inside you, stretching all your walls as you fucked him. His tip hit the far back of your cervix, making you really see heaven in a different light. You had only fucked him for a few minutes and you felt like giving in.
"Is this all Hell has to offer?" Miguel asked. You flinched, feeling yourself about to cum again,
"N-No...J-Just....so...ah~" You whined, jumping down once more only to cum.
"This is why you need my help."
Miguel held your waist and started to thrust up inside you, causing you to moan and squirm. His dick was too much. He was hitting you in all the right places. Gripping your hips, Miguel watched your tits bounce as he fucked you from below.
"Tsk, tsk, this poor little devil wants forgiveness right?"
"Y-Yesh~"
"I'll give it to you. One load at a time."
You shuddered towards his words as he released a heavy load inside you. Gasping, you felt Miguel press you against the bed, entering you from behind. His grip was still tight as he started to pound your pussy.
"Such lewd sounds you're making. Does my dick feel that good?"
"Ah~ Ah~ Y-Yes!" You cried out, gripping the bedsheets. Miguel chuckled, listening to the sound of his dick slapping into you,
"Can you feel my holy presence inside you? Is this the taste of heaven you wanted so much?"
"Ah~ Mhm~"
You couldn't think. You felt your eyes roll back as you focused on Miguel pounding you. His hot cum just begging to spill before his next load. This was truly paradise.
"So cock drunk that you can't even think. What a slutty devil you are." Miguel hummed, feeling you cum around him, "But you are doing the best deed there is."
"Mhm!" You gasped as Miguel slapped into your gummy walls faster,
"Keep coming to me for your forgiveness and I'll happily give it to your horny pussy." He groaned, cumming once more, "How does that sound?"
"Ah~ Y-Yes~ Yes~" You moaned loudly.
Miguel just chuckled in response, turning you over. You were out of breathe and fucked out. Miguel glanced at your body, watching your devil wings disappear since you had no energy. Another chuckle escaped his lips as he watched his cum leak out of you,
"Don't suppose you want to start a new race? I have unless stamina after all."
You had a long road of forgiveness ahead of you, but you weren't complaining in the slightest.
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I CAN FEEL THE JUDGEMENT FROM ABOVE, BUT WE ALL KNOW I'M GOING DOWN! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!
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Miguel's Personal Hairdresser
*wavy/curly haired, dilf, dad bod! Miguel propaganda!! Miguel is literally 40, i do not even care*
"I look like a neglected dog, baby." Miguel stares into the mirror, ruffling the grown out undercut that cascaded down his neck before huffing in annoyance.
"Noooo, I love your hair, Miggy! You look so handsome, you CAN'T cut it... those men at the barbershop always mess it up, they don't know how to do it." You whine, rushing into the bathroom where your older boyfriend is grabbing at the slightly frizzed waves framing his masculine face.
"¿En serio? They don't know how to do their jobs, baby?" Miguel smirks, glancing down at your tempered form as you begin opening and closing drawers frantically, pulling out a plethora of products.
"I think I've been going to Mateo since before you were even born..."
"Okay, you are NOT that old."
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Miguel never paid too much mind to his hair... he just didn't care. Not until he met you, at least.
You couldn't care more, always resorting to brushing back stray whisps when cuddling with him, wrapping a tighter wave around your finger, watching it unravel.
Miguel didn't truly understand how much you loved his hair until you almost fell to your knees one particularly hot summer, after he swore he was gonna shave it all off.
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"You're taking such good care of me sweetheart." Miguel hums as you massage at his damp hair, gently untangling his thick hair.
"Only the best for my man." You smile as he slightly readjusts his broad body in the stiff kitchen chair you dragged into the bathroom, pudgy arms crossed across his chest. His sharp but smiley eyes follow your movements as you section his hair off, the hair clip barely latching onto the small amount of hair you separate. You feel him tense under you as you reach towards the hair scissors resting on the counter.
"You have to trust me, Miggy. Do you trust me?"
"Mm course I do, baby."
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Miguel laughs in response to you telling him to stand up, readjusting the skeletal-like chair (that was making his plump ass way too sore) away from the mirror as to not "ruin the surprise". As you re-situate, Miguel quickly glances down at the tiled floor, secretly breathing a sigh of relief when he doesn't see his entire head of hair resting at his feet.
Grabbing his soft stomach, you walk him back to the chair, patting his hip to have him sit down before you pump a dime of curl cream into your hands, smoothing it through his hair and finger coiling some especially droopy waves. Miguel rests his eyes as he feels your fingers dancing all around his head, completely releasing the weight of his head into your hands when you scrunch his strands up to the crown of his head, face heating up when you kiss his forehead.
"Sooo handsome... you're so pretty, Miggy. " You hum and Miguel swears he's seeing stars. Hearts pounding in sync, Miguel pulls you closer by the waist, thick hands skimming up and down your sides before he slightly lifts up your top, cranning his neck to press his lips to the exposed skin. He feels so sleepy, so intoxicated, and you can tell. His eyes slump in on themselves, half shut as he dreamily stares up at you. Your touch was putting him to sleep, like a big, strong baby.
"I'm almost done... and you look very dapper." You giggle, releasing his curls as you move to grab your diffuser.
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"Ahhh, okay, okay!! Baby, you look soooo good! Tell Mateo to move over, I'm taking his chair."
Miguel chuckles as your excited hands block his vision, feeling you shake and jump out of pure pride.
"Okay! Three, two, one, tada!!!!!" You gasp, almost in surprise of your own skill as Miguel grabs his glasses off of the counter and pushes them onto his face.
"Maybe you're right baby, poor Mateo... you're gonna put him outta buisness." Miguel leans towards the mirror, smiling in astonishment at how curly his hair can really be when nourished.
"You like it?" You hug his chubby side as he continues studying himself.
"I do, baby. I love it. You really worked your magic on me, huh? Thank you bebe."
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"Do you think you could dye this?" Miguel's question catches you slightly off-guard, making you turn to look at him as he sits on the couch. There he is, your big, beautiful man absent-mindedly twirling a unique wave around his finger as he read a comically large novel. The strand lacked the color of the rest of his dark-chesnut hair, marking his many years of being, simply put, human. It layed against his tan forehead, isolated and bold.
"Why would I do that?" Your shocked tone tears his attention away from his book, furrowed brows forcing a small laugh from his throat.
"Well... don't you think it makes me look... old?"
Unsure of himself, feeling silly, he mumbles almost to himself as he returns to his book.
"Aye, put the book down. You know how beautiful you are?" You sit yourself on his lap, holding onto his cheeks as he places his book mark into the inner spine of his book. You feel him softly chuckle against you.
"I'm serious." You reiterate, face stoic.
"I'm very lucky to have you. So good to me... I just hope you know I can keep up with you." Miguel smirks, covering up his slight slip of insecurity, both of his hands encasing your hips.
"Mhmm... why don't you remind me?"
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
Gotta get back into it, feeling so rusty 😫
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cupcakeinat0r · 2 days
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Wait what do you mean I’ll never get to kiss Miguel’s forehead or let his big hand hold mine or give him back rubs or play footsies w him or cook for him or be his gym partner or hug him from behind or play with his hair or listen to him talk abt genetics stuff that I don’t understand or feel his hand on my thigh while he’s driving or message his head after a hard day at work or curl up against him on my period or go grocery shopping w him or shower w him or bite his bottom lip when I kiss him or put my makeup on while he stares at me or listen to his morning voice or kiss him over the phone or cuddle w him on a cold day or say ‘te amo’ to him ????????????????????
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kechiwrites · 24 hours
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cw: just pure smut + werewolf!miguel x reader, cause he won the poll and i wanted to get my crazy out before i start writing something longer.
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Ruminating on the idea of Werewolf!Miguel expending all of his rut energy on you. Bending you nearly in half so he can bite into the plushness of your belly before he drags his tongue down the back of your thigh, just above the hood of your clit.
Werewolf!Miguel who tongue fucks you without mercy, dipping the muscle deep within your folds, growling low and hungry in his chest at the taste of you. Eats you messy and thorough, until you drip down his chin, soaking the bed below you.
Werewolf!Miguel who is rougher than he’d originally planned, blood rushing with unspent energy, the looming certainty of his rut forcing him to grind his teeth rather than sink them into the skin of your chest, throat, or thighs.
Werewolf!Miguel who shoves you further up the bed a bit too quickly, causing your head to thud against his headboard. Werewolf!Miguel who uses all of his remaining willpower to stop his actions for a moment, who rubs his hand over the crown of your head, haphazardly searching for a bump. When he doesn’t find anything, he lowers himself again, spreading your legs, and slotting his mouth over your heat.
Werewolf!Miguel who revels in the sound of you moaning above him, your hips twitching towards him when he drags his tongue through the lips of your cunt, swirling the tip of it over your clit and sucking hard. Who palms at your ass, sinking his fingers into the flesh and groaning low and desperate at the taste of you.
Werewolf!Miguel who grinds his erection against the soft sheets below him, losing himself in the sensory heaven that is your body. Your entrance pulses and clenches around nothing, entreating him to fill you up, like he was born to do, to fulfill his biological imperative and sink balls deep.
Werewolf!Miguel whose rut makes it easy for him to get carried away, picturing himself as a huge, looming predator, implacable in his pursuit, desperate to breed, to sow seed and watch it fucking bloom, who can't bite you, shouldn't bite you, knows the risks but doesn’t really care when he gets to french-kiss his mate's pussy.
Werewolf!Miguel who despite his brooding, severe nature is a talker, a goader, a teaser in bed, who is now silenced by the almost painful compulsion to fuck you stupid. Who pulls away from your swollen cunt to flip your positions, who would've fucked you through the mattress if he was any further gone.
Werewolf!Miguel who is so deep in his need for you, he can barely restrain himself from fucking into your fist as you try to line the head of his dick up to your entrance. Who fidgets and moans when his tip kisses your clit, your ass, before notching inside you.
Werewolf!Miguel who laments that his slavering, near angry, desire has you shoving the webbing of your hand into his panting mouth to save your throat and shoulders from any aching half crescents. Bouncing on his cock while he whines high and keening, arching his back and planting his feet so the tip of his cock gets as close to your womb as physically possible.
Werewolf!Miguel who howls loud and desperate as your insides milk him for everything he has, who’s knot swells and catches near instantly, ensuring every bit of his cum finds purchase inside you, fills you with no mercy. 
yeah…
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sassypossumm · 1 day
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Someone Else
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Art cred: cassandre_zim
I'm a firm proponent of the fact that Miguel has a lot of pent up self loathing under the surface. I head canon that it'd be hard for him to let someone in emotionally. (18+ MDNI for some angsty mild smut)
Miguel wasn't a stupid man, he knew people found him attractive. Every time he went to the gym, it wasn't uncommon for him to leave with atleast 3 phone numbers from some horny hopefuls that wanted a piece.
And as a rule of thumb, that didn't bother him. He'd come to expect it really. After all, he knew what he was. A monster.
So, he settled for one night stands. Some really hot fucking with an equally hot stranger, the non commital promise to 'get in touch' and life moved on.
It was easier that way, he got to get his rocks off without anyone getting too close...
That was, until he met you.
Peter B. had been busting his balls about his stress levels, so Miguel had finally caved and let himself be roped into taking a boxing class.
He'd seen you when he walked in, but wasn't especially struck by your presence as he wrapped his hands and put in his mouth guard.
That was, until you K.O'd an asshole that had gotten a little handsy.
Needless to say, from then on you had Miguel's attention. And at first, he didn't think much of the one on one sparring matches after the gym closed. He didn't even find it strange when you'd started grabbing coffee after your sessions. No, all the time you were spending together didn't strike him as odd.
That was, until he caught himself thinking about you at HQ.
Then it struck him, that you two hadn't actually ever fucked. Not only that, you hadn't even acted like you wanted to... and for some reason that disappointed him. Miguel wanted to fuck you.
And not just because you were hot. He wondered what you'd be like in bed. Would you be aggressive and try to take charge? Were you vocal? Or would you bite back any sounds of pleasure.
Miguel didn't think he'd like that. He'd take you apart slowly, break down your walls and defenses until you were a twitching moaning mess.
Palming himself through his suit, he bit down a groan and closed his eyes. His cock twitched at the thought of you moaning his name softly as he slowly thrust into you, making sure you felt every inch of him.
His saving grace from being caught jerking off to that thought was Lyla appearing to inform him about some anomaly or other.
Miguel was keenly looking forward to your next boxing session...
Thinking maybe a part 2...🤔
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lazyjellyfish300 · 1 day
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One Cabin pt 2 🌳🪵🌿🍃
Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Spider-Woman Reader
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TW: MINORS DNI, masturbation, consensual voyeurism, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm. Word count 770 ish
A/N: continuing this thought from yesterday 🤭
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Thinking about that small cabin near the creek with Miguel and Miguel's standing alone in the water up to his ankles. Pure want is utterly clouding his vision, mind completely overthrown by thoughts of you. The sight of you standing there in a wet white sundress, the most intimate parts of your body in full view and how you didn't even stop him from looking. He realizes he needs to get a grip, you both have a big day ahead tomorrow and he goes inside. 
Thinking about how the large sliding barn door connecting your rooms is a little broken, causing it to recede slightly backwards on its track, giving the other person a small preview into the other's room. Thinking about how Miguel is taking deep breaths with both hands on his vanity when he looks up and sees you already looking at him in the reflection of the dresser mirror, wet dress halfway down your shoulders, your soft body visible through the transparent fabric.
Thinking about how he's panicking on the inside but he can't rip his gaze away from you as your soft lips fall open and you gently tug the drawstrings loose away from your cleavage, until the whole thing falls to the floor with a wet plap. 
Thinking about how his eyes are heavy lidded, seemingly in a trance as he slowly begins to turn around and face you. You tilt your head as your nipples react to the chilly air of the cabin, lips curling into a little teasing smile. 
Thinking about how Miguel's groaning but can't speak, slowly walking towards you, his hand pushing the sliding door open even more, his breaths and his heartbeat picking up faster and faster. 
Thinking about how he goes to step into your room and you decide to play coy,
 "Thought the rule was you stay on your own side and I stay on mine..." as you slowly sit down on the edge of your bed, your head curiously cocking to the side as you spread your legs for him like a flower blooming its petals. 
Thinking about how he moans loudly at the pretty display in front of him, how your pussy is already shiny with arousal and now he's touching himself on the outside of his jeans, your doe eyes turning to siren as he's being pulled deeper and deeper into your depths.
Thinking about how his lips form into a smirk when he realizes this could be a fun little game. "Touch yourself for me baby..." He whispers and sucks air between his teeth as he watches you ease two of your fingers into your warm cunt, your thumb kneading your tender bud just the way you like it and how your mouth falls open at the intrusion. 
Thinking about how moments later, his jeans and boxers are around his ankles, collar of his T-shirt stained with sweat, strands of his brunette locks falling forward across his sweaty forehead, mouth open, his hand with his talons unleashed grabbing onto the door, scratching the paint as he frantically pumps his cock with the other, watching you play with your pussy on your bed a few feet away. 
Thinking about how he lowly grunts as you produce soft little moans for him. He's asking you how it feels, if your sweet little fingers can make you feel as good his cock. He talks you through it with haggard breaths. 
"A little faster for me...that's it baby...how does that feel? Am I making you feel good?"
"Such a little tease...mmm.....fffuck what you do to me..."
"You'll look at me when you cum baby...¿Entiendes?" (Do you understand)
Thinking about how your back is arching up towards the ceiling, the wooden bedframe creaking as you continue to pleasure yourself, your fingers aching but the divine warmth you're radiating in your core and the sight of the beautiful man in front of you practically on his knees as he jerks off to your body is too tantalizing to stop. Knowing you two are all alone in this desolate place together makes it that much more erotic. 
Thinking about how you both cry out loudly when you cum. Miguel's panting as he watches ropes of his release trickle down his hand, seas of crimson bathe your naked body with his gaze as he pictures it running down your thighs instead. 
Thinking about how you're reveling in your blissful end and how you smile as he shyly excuses himself to wash off in the bathroom, biting your lip and shaking your head when you realize that this changes everything.
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chosocutegf · 2 days
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Hello!! I am here with husband!Miguel requests!
How would he act towards the reader during different holidays like Valentine’s Day or Christmas? 🙈 What does he have planned?
I love this series! You’re doing amazing. 🩵
HIIII AND THANK YOUU, ur so precious ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
cw: suggestive
OKAY SOOOOO, the Miguel i’m imagining here is not the spider-man one probably (because at least he isn’t emotionally unavailable, sorry) and he would be simply a genetic engineer, working at Alchemax. He is pretty busy during the weeks, so he considers those festivities really important, and he makes sure to take days off so he can properly spend time with you.
For Christmas: he makes sure the tree is ready for the special day, presents are under it and the whole house screams ‘it’s Christmas!!’. He wants everything to be perfect for you, so if there is anything you want to do with him, he will probably do it. He also wants to spend time with your respective families, so he will organise dinners and lunches with them. On Christmas day, when it’s time to unwrap presents, he can’t hold back his laugh when he sees that you got you two matching pyjamas. (i’ll leave you check the photo, because it made me snort and I couldn’t help put it here, knowing that Miguel would demonstrate it what’s written on itshortly after)
For Valentine’s Day: he would be intense and passionate. Everyone knows that he is a big romantic, so he does all those predictable things. First thing first, you wake up with him waiting for you in the kitchen, a box of chocolate and a bouquet of your favourite flowers waiting for you too. He would use the excuse that it’s Valentine’s Day to keep you in bed and make love to you all day. However, for dinner he would take you out, not to a fancy restaurant, but to a little diner that’s special for you two. Maybe it’s because that’s where you met, or where he brought you for your first Valentine’s Day, and he wants to keep the tradition. He wants to show you how much he loves you and appreciates you, so he makes sure that at the end of the day, the only thing you can master to say is his name.
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beabidobi · 2 days
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I saw you needed ideas/requests, so I got u 👏
How would you imagine miguel to be when their partner gets their period? To me, he would be 100% mother goose 🪿 just full on overdrive. Getting everything they need - pads, tampons, weird food cravings, the whole shebang. And i totally envision him just peppering kisses all over them, cus he loves them so much and wants them to be comfy.
Yeah, at this point I'm venting cus I just got my period... Sorry for over-explaining 😅
★ Miguel O’Hara during your period headcanons
thank you for the request😩. hope you’re feeling okay!!
fem!reader x miguel o’hara
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• Would literally react like you’re dying every time. Treats you like a porcelain doll by keeping you on strict bed rest if you’re not feeling well and making sure to get everything you need
• Stocks up on pads and tampons a week prior as he knows your cycle
• If you have cramps he’ll buy you dark chocolate and heat up a hot water bottle for you
• He will try to do anything to make you feel better wether it’s running you a hot bath, buying you an entire store or just cuddling you in bed
• If you’re a spider person, he’ll sign you out for the week and take days off himself if it’s bad
• Your food cravings seemed a bit weird to him at first, but eventually he made sure to have all the food you might want in the house
• Cooks all your meals and makes you chamomile tea to help with cramps
• This man does not care about the blood. You leaked on the sheets? He’ll set up a bath for you while he washes them and puts on new ones. Same with if you got it in your clothes. He’d wash them and help you change into new ones
“I promise, it’s fine mi vida.” He’ll say when you keep apologising for getting blood on the sheets. “It’s normal, and I’ll get it out. Go get in the bath, I’ll get you some fresh clothes out.” When you’re still not very reassured once you’ve finished in the bath he helps you into the new sheets, cuddling you and tells you over and over he doesn’t mind whatsoever. [my life]
• He’s learnt how to handle your mood swings, when you’re angry he knows you might want some space. If you’re feeling down, he’d be all over you, telling you how beautiful you are and peppering kiss all around your face
“Mi hermosa niña.” He mumbles, fingers tracing circles on your hips while he runs his other hand through your hair, pressing kisses to your cheek. “So perfect.” [my beautiful girl]
• He’s freakishly warm almost like a human heater so when you sleep, he’ll keep his warm hands on your lower abdomen to soothe the cramps
• He’ll watch all your favourite movies with you, with ice cream and chocolate of course
• Gets Lyla to check your vitals every few hours even though you’re absolutely fine
• Expect massages. He’ll massage your stomach and back when you’re cramping, even uses some essential oils sometimes to help calm you
“Just relax, ángel.” He’d say while gently starting to knead your stomach, the smell of lavender oil eventually lulling you to sleep.
• Again, he’s memorised your cycle so he’s always extra careful with you the week before because he knows your a little delicate
• He’s not a big singer, but he’ll hum you to sleep, most likely some Spanish lullaby
• Will urge you to join him for a walk if you’re feeling up to it since exercise can also help cramps
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mybvalentine · 2 days
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atlasscrumpit · 3 days
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F*ck me like you hate me
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Miguel x Black Cat reader
(let's go for a cliche one for a change) 
You loved this endless game of cat and mouse...literally.
You ran along the roof tops before you were tackled to the ground. You looked up at the spiderman and smirked.
"Come on, it was just a few jewels." You say reaching up and running your finger along his jawline.
"God, you piss me off." He growled as he felt down your sides and grabbed the bag of jewels.
"You know, we would be good together. Us two in bed... Imagine that tension, ever had hate sex?" You said with a smirk as he groaned and shook his head.
"¿Por qué no me pagan por esto?" He grumbled before getting up off you.
(why don't they pay me for this?)
You got up and looked at him before moving closer.
You ran one of your claws down his chest, watching him shiver.
"Why don't we just try it...hmm?" You whispered as he looked down at you before gripping your wrist.
"Enough, Cat. You're a weak criminal and I am a hero, I would never stoop so low." He growled as you stepped away and fake pouted.
"Aww... I'm so sad." You whispered before holding up the bag of jewels you just stole back from him.
You quickly jumped off the building and disappeared.
"Dammit!"
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You got back to your apartment and secured the jewels into a safe before collapsing onto your bed.
You wouldn't ever admit it, but you had felt a little rejected.
You'd always had a thing for spiderman, always wondering what he looked like under the suit.
"Well, if you won't sleep with me I'm still going to fucking touch myself to you." You grumbled angrily as you unzipped your suit.
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You walked through the streets of Nueva York, a coffee in your hand as you stared down at your phone.
Suddenly you ran straight into someone, spilling your drink all over him.
"Fuck!" You swore, you were really looking forward to that coffee.
"Watch where you're going, asshole!" You shouted as you looked up at the tall man, your cheeks blushing.
"Says the one who was on their phone." He grumbled as your eyes widened, you knew that voice.
"Oh, for fuck sakes." You growled as he raised an eyebrow before a look of shock came over his face.
"It's you, isn't it." He muttered as you put on a fake smile.
"No clue what you're talking about, sir. I've never seen you in my life." You said, with fake innocence before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an alleyway, pinning you to the wall.
"Were you stalking me? What's your goal here?" He growled as you looked at you with annoyance.
"My goal was to go get a coffee and go home but then you ruined that." You growled as he stared at you, panting softly.
"We will never mention this... Right now we aren't them, we aren't criminals or villains." He grumbled backing away from you.
He held out his hand as you smirked and shook it.
"I'm Miguel." He said as you nodded.
"Y/N." You replied, holding his hand for a little longer.
"Just... Two people, that bumped into each other." You muttered, walking closer to him.
He looked down at you, his stone cold face only making you want him more.
"God, you're annoying." He whispered before pushing you back and pinning you against the wall and kissing you passionately.
You moaned and jumped up, wrapped your legs around his waist as you both made out.
So much tension and hate coming out at once.
"I'm not fucking in an alleyway. Take me back to your place." You demanded as he chuckled dryly.
"So you can fucking rob me? We'll go to yours." He said as you narrowed your eyes.
"So you can arrest me?" You growled back as you looked into each other's eyes.
"Hotel?" You both said in unison before laughing and grabbing his hand, running down the street like two horny teenagers.
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You laid in a hotel bed completely naked with broken furniture all around you.
"So... That just happened." You muttered as he gave palmed.
"Why did I do that..." He grumbled as you chuckled.
"Don't fucking lie, that was the best you've ever had." You said making him chuckle and shake his head.
"I hate you." He said before you straddled him and kissed him again.
"Show me how much you hate me then."
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miguelhugger2099 · 2 days
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Punk!Miguel who gives you the scary dog privilege.
Punk!Miguel who always asks to accompany you back to your car or come take you home on the bus or train.
Punk!Miguel who insists on just driving you everywhere in his precious baby: an old toyota corolla.
Punk!Miguel who likes walking with you, his arm slung around your shoulder and making sure you stay on the inside of the sidewalk.
Punk!Miguel who comes up behind a guy who had approached you at a store and wouldn’t leave you alone even when you told him you had a boyfriend.
“Well, I don’t see him.”
“Turn around.”
Punk!Miguel who grins devilishly down at the guy, muscled arms crossed and spider bite piercings glinting in the sunlight. His pride growing when the guy realizes the size of him, the look of Miguel was enough to send a cold shiver down his spine and stumbling away with hurried apologies.
Punk!Miguel who drops his smile when the guy leaves and hands you a bag from the Sanrio store, a matching hello kitty skin care headband for you both to use later.
“You didn’t have to smile so creepily.” You pout up at him as you open the bag and then squeal at how cute the headbands were. Miguel takes the heavier bag you were holding from you, swinging it over his shoulder.
“Whatever keeps the losers away. C’mon.” He takes your hand in his, leaving the store to continue your day together.
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exhaslo · 2 days
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Corruption Ch13
(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)
Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12
Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship? SMUT, Oral (m-receiving), grinding
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One Month, Twenty Days Until D-Day
"Miguel, I said I'm fine now. No need to keep me on a lease," You said with a low whine.
"Every time I let you out of my sight, you seem to get injured. I can't have my little Spider escape again." Miguel grunted.
Hiding your flustered cheeks, you pouted towards Miguel. He could be so stubborn sometimes. Then again, he wasn't wrong either. You didn't want to admit it, but you were still aching in pain from your fight with Goblin.
"Alright," You huffed, resting your head against his shoulder.
Miguel had you sitting on his lap, his arm firmly around your waist. He was absorbed in his work, grunting to your small comments here and there. It brought a smile to your face. Miguel seemed so cruel but cared so much.
"Miguel, how come you don't want to at least take my blood sample anymore? You were so adamant before." You asked out of curiosity.
"Because once I knew it was you, I knew you wouldn't like it."
"Awe~"
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What a fucking lie.
"I know how much you dislike my experiments," Miguel continued, sweetening his words, "I wouldn't want my little Spider afraid of me anymore than she is now."
"Awe~ Miguel~" You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I was never afraid of you! Concerned, yes, but not afraid!"
Too easy.
"Hn, but I do hope you tell me how this happened. I am a scientist, after all, I have a curiosity to feed."
"You have to promise you won't get mad,"
Lord, you looked adorable with your little pout. Miguel couldn't help but give you a lazy stare, holding back the urge to bend you against his desk and fuck you. Miguel was craving you, but he had to wait. He needed to make sure it was safe for him to take his injection.
"I promise," Miguel sighed, already knowing everything.
He just wanted to distract himself from work and entertain you. Grunt lowly as you fixed yourself against his lap, Miguel gripped your waist. These frustrating human urges had to wait. Miguel was giving himself a harsh slow burn at this rate.
"Well, remember that day when your Spiders got loose...One bit me and I accidently killed it. It was the same day I fainted," You whispered nervously.
"Ah, so that's how it happened,"
"I'm sorry," You gave a small frown. Miguel leaned forward to peck your lips,
"I promised I wouldn't be mad, remember? Instead, you can make it up to me by showing me what you could do. A little show,"
Perhaps he should go into acting? Miguel leaned back in his seat, impressed by his own skills. It was either that or you being too gullible. Your love for him blinded you in many ways that Miguel thoroughly enjoyed.
Watching you give him your own little runway show, Miguel couldn't help but chuckle. Your blood was being used right now to make several of his new injections. He was going to use it on more prisoners or willing test subjects. Which ever was the successful injection...
Miguel will kill them.
Only the two of you were allowed to bear humanity's future. Miguel was not going to risk another person poisoning his plan. Only Miguel could rule, with you as his trophy.
"Okay, this part really freaked me out at first, buuuuuut, I got used to it." You chirped, showing your organic webs.
"Let me see," Miguel motioned you closer.
You as his pet. His trophy. His obedient wife. Honestly, Miguel was lucky that it was you and not some random woman. Just the thought of you crying annoyed Miguel. He would have probably made you super powered in that case as well.
"Fascinating." Miguel hummed, holding your wrist.
"W-Wait...I didn't think it...would be this sensitive," You whimpered, trembling as Miguel stroked your wrist.
"Perhaps you just are," Miguel chuckled, watching you fall apart, "I believe I recall you mentioning better stamina? That isn't what it seemed like when my fingers were inside you."
"H-Hah, M-Miguel...Don't say things like that...out loud," You whimpered. Miguel pulled you closer,
"Hm? Are you getting wet just by me saying it? What a naughty girl,"
"Mhm, Miguel~"
"Show me how sorry you are."
Miguel resisted a chuckle as you whined and got down on your knees. He motioned you under his desk and watched you crawl over before undoing his belt. Ah, how perfect you looked. Your lustful gaze just begging for him.
Miguel inhaled deeply the moment you started to stroke his cock. How nice this felt. Returning to his work, Miguel resisted a chuckle as he watched the time. Any second now his next meeting should arrive. Oh, how cruel Miguel was.
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Was today finally going to be the day? You eagerly got on your knees under his desk and started to please Miguel. He was driving you insane with all this teasing. As you undid his belt, you kept glancing up at Miguel.
Ugh, the eye contact made you melt.
Taking his cock out, you pouted as you started to stroke his shaft. Oh, what you would do to have this inside you. To have Miguel ravish you and make you his. Gosh, you had a dirty and unhealthy mind. This man was straying you from good!
Dazed as you glanced up at Miguel, you swirled your tongue against his cock, hoping for praise. Miguel rested his hand against your head, stroking it as you treated him. Your thumb pressing his tip slightly as you felt him twitch from your tongue.
"Good girl,"
Oh, those words made your panties soaked. Bringing your lips to his tip, you hummed as you twirled your tongue against it. Miguel only grunted in response before he started to type away. This made you frown since you wanted his attention.
Taking his cock in your mouth, you closed your eyes to the bitter taste as you started to suck. As you were getting into the groove, you flinched as you heard the doors open.
"Good morning, sir. I've brought the files you requested."
"Hm, you're late. I should have had these before I walked in." Miguel spat.
You were shaking as you slowly moved your mouth away from Miguel's dick. Why didn't he tell you he had a meeting? Gasping quietly, you felt Miguel's hand press your head back to his cock. Oh, he was mean. Biting your lower lip, you returned to sucking Miguel off.
"Did you get the other thing I requested?" Miguel asked.
"Yes...Sir, not to sound rude, but why couldn't you have gotten (Y/N) to do it?" The man questioned.
You flinched at the mention of your name.
"Are you telling me how to handle my own assistant?" Miguel chuckled darkly, his cock twitching more as you fasten your pace, "(Y/N) is doing something far more important than the task I've given you. Now, I suggest you leave before I get anymore angry."
"...Yes, sir..."
Feeling your eyes water as Miguel's cock hit the back of your throat, you tried to breathe through you nose. You were waiting for the other associate to leave. Hearing the door shut, you whined as Miguel's hand returned your head.
"Now, now. Kept going while I had someone in here, how bold." Miguel teased, moving your head at a faster pace, "I might have to reward you after all."
Ah, those words made you quiver. Wincing as you felt Miguel hold your head down, you moaned as he grunted and cummed in your mouth. You swallowed hard and coughed as you moved your head away from his cock.
"You're....so....mean," You whined.
Miguel just chuckled lowly as he wiped your face. He pulled you onto his lap, adoring how easily you caved for him. How easy it was to turn the city's hero into his little sex doll.
"But, you did hide your secret from me for a while,"
"Miguel~" You cried softly.
Why was he tormenting you like this so much? Grinding yourself against his still exposed cock, you whimpered and begged into his ear. Miguel held your waist, just grunting and groaning to your attempts.
"Now, now. You were just being a good little Spider," Miguel said with a sigh, fixing your skirt, "I'll give you a taste."
You gasped as Miguel placed you on his desk. He lifted your skirt and started to rub his cock against your panties. You knew that Miguel wanted you to wear more skirts, was this the reason? To torment and tease you?
"M-Mig-" You whimpered a moan as he rubbed against your clit.
"Hm? Want my fingers instead?"
"Hah~ N-No~"
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Miguel could see the tears in your eyes with every stroke. You were desperate, ready to cum. Miguel was tormenting himself as well. Moving you panties aside, Miguel groaned lowly as he rubbed his cock directly against your dripping cunt.
"H-Hah~ Ah~" You cried out, shaking in pleasure.
Miguel held your legs as he easily moved his hips. The thoughts of getting you pregnant were oh so delicious. Your moans were music to his ears. Just the thought of anyone else being in your shoes angered Miguel.
You were the only one for him.
"M-Miguel~" You moaned, arching your back as his dick hit your clit, causing you to cum.
"Heh, some stamina." Miguel teased once more.
"P-Please, Miguel...P-Please put it inside," You begged.
Miguel had to bite the inside of his cheek. Your pussy was making a wet mess on his desk as it clenched to nothing but air. If Miguel had a condom, he might just give into your advances. Shit, who would have thought that he was now going crazy over you?
"I can't, just behave." Miguel hissed.
Putting you on your stomach, Miguel pressed your legs together and squeezed his dick between them. You gasped and cried out as Miguel slapped his hips against your ass, giving you rough thrusts against your drenched cunt.
He wasn't fucking you, but he was giving you an experience. Miguel held your arms behind your back as he enjoyed the feeling of his dick between your legs.
Soon.
Your moans were filling his office as Miguel kept attacking your clit. Grunting lowly as you cam again, Miguel released your arms to hold your waist.
Soon.
Groaning your name lowly, Miguel took a moment as he cam between your legs. You body still twitching as he moved away, admiring the view.
Soon.
Grabbing some napkins, Miguel proceeded to clean himself up. He then moved onto you, watching you sweat and pant for air. If this was the state you were in now, Miguel couldn't wait to see what would happen when he actually fucked you.
Miguel stroked your cheek, kissing you for a job well done. You were making a mess of him. Once you were clean, you promptly returned to his lap, quietly sitting in place until Miguel requested for your help once more.
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Aaron sat in the lunchroom, watching some of the workers acting out. Everyone knew it was the effects of Rapture. It was almost that time of month for those affected associates to get their dosage of Rapture.
"Psst, I've told some of the others. They're willing to give you some of their supply for this month."
"Thanks, that's more than enough to do the job." Aaron whispered back. The other worked scoffed, sitting beside him,
"You're insane for trying this."
"The only way to stop a villain is to give him his just desserts."
"And how will you do it?"
"I'll just have to ask (Y/N) a favor,"
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bluesidez · 3 hours
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I’ve seen everyone doing these drabbles/aus and I wanted to join! 🤠
It gets suggestive towards the end so MINORS BEWARE.
word count: 719 (kind of proofread, I got excited)
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dividers by @y-onb 🩵
Daydreaming about GymRat!Miguel x PlusSize!Reader / Chubby!Reader and the dynamic of big tall bf x shorter chubby gf 🚻
GymRat!Miguel who started off as an awkward, lanky, nerdy teen using the gym to blow off steam. His mom felt that he wasn’t a great influence to his brother, his father wasn’t his real father, and step-brother was an asshole.
GymRat!Miguel who’s nearly triple his weight by the time he starts college, body full of muscle. His mom has calmed down despite him previously eating her out of a house and a home. His biological dad agreed to help with any leftover college expenses and his step-dad helps him move on campus. He’s tearful when he hugs Gabriel goodbye, promising to call and play their weekly games.
GymRat!Miguel who stays loyal to his nerdy roots and aims for a Science degree with a minor in Robotics for fun. He sticks out like a sore thumb in his classes, body taking up the ends of lab tables. Even though he prefers to sit in the front of classes, he opts to sit in the back so that everyone can see. He’s constantly using office hours and lingering after class so that he can make sure that his notes are correct.
GymRat!Miguel who first meets you in one of his bio labs and is immediately enamored by you. Your clothes hug your curves, you smell sweet, and something on you always matches. Your shoes and your backpack, your skirt and your jacket, your accessories and your nails.
GymRat!Miguel who ends up being in your group for a project and watches in awe as you take the lead, helping everyone decide which parts to complete. You go out of your way to make the powerpoint colorful and creative. You’re ecstatic when he turns in his parts extra early as everyone else has gone a-wall.
GymRat!Miguel who calms you down when the deadline is near and the rest of the group still hasn’t done their part. You two meet late in the library to finish everything. He thinks you’re adorable despite how stressed and tired you are. He makes the last minute decision to delete the other two group member’s names off of the title slide, taking the initiative to email the teacher before hand.
GymRat!Miguel who walks into the lab building on presentation day 50 minutes early and sees you being cornered by the other group members eyes full of confusion. He quickly walks over asking if there was a problem. Seeing him looming over them, the two decide give up, and scramble together a last minute presentation.
GymRat!Miguel who explains everything, telling you not to worry about the others and just focus on you all’s presentation. You two have great presentation, chemistry blooming as you bounce off each other. You both get an easy A and you hug Miguel out of an excitement before the next lab starts.
GymRat!Miguel who imprints the feeling of your body against his in his memory. Your smell, how soft you were. how small you felt in his arms, how tight you squeezed him.
GymRat!Miguel whose dreams of you have him tossing and turning in his twin sized bed that was far too little for him. He scares his poor roommate to death when his body hits the floor with a big boom. The dream of you under him shattering as he collides with the ground. He groans and apologizes to his roommate, pain in his side and his groin.
GymRat!Miguel who takes a cold shower, too aroused to go back to sleep. He bites his fist trying to quiet his moans, not wanting to wake his roommate for a second time. He replays images of you in his mind, pulling at his length until he shutters against the tile walls.
GymRat!Miguel whose heart drops when he checks his phone after his shower. You followed him on Instagram three hours ago. He checks your page and sees that you're private, but your profile picture is a lot. It's an angle from above you, your cleavage on display.
GymRat!Miguel who stands in the bathroom ogling at the photo like an idiot. He clicks the follow back button, watching as it shifts to pending, and stares down at his body again. He sighs and turns the shower back on, banking on his roommate sleeping through everything once again.
You had no idea the effect you had on him.
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cupcakeinat0r · 12 hours
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Your middle-aged, loser Genetics professor who has a dad bod <3
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Head canons
Pt. 4 (dropping soon)
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yenso · 7 hours
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𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗡'﹒◟𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀◝
(IMAGINE)﹔a cuddle session with miguel !
(⛔️) fluff ﹢ established relationship !
a/n: this has been marinating in my drafts for too long ! i know it's quite short and i apologize for that ! have fun reading !
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it's one of those days—moments where words were not enough; lingering touches on the skin; glances and stares that couldn't even convey half of what he feels whenever your limbs are tangled underneath the comfortable blanket, enveloped by its warmth. the radiance of the wide television baskets in the living room with a soft, flickering light as the colorful pixels of the current movie—a historical drama. outside, the city has been adorned with a veil of monochrome skies and rain hitting the windows of every building, but within the confines of your home, both of you were shielded from the bad weather by being holed up in your own little sanctuary.
your soft curls brush against the broad chest of your beloved miguel. you nestled closer to him; the cool touch of his embrace sent shivers down your spine, yet you found solace in the safety of his arms wrapped around your back. "you know," the man murmured, his voice a low rumble, "you have a real talent for finding the cheesiest movies. it's almost hilarious." with an eye role that held no actual malice—you let out a soft huff. "it's a classic. but i'll agree that's a bit corny." with the characters on the screen doing whatever it is—the two of you let the comfortable silence embrace you. by the time the movie reached its half, miguel felt his attention drift to you. just taking a moment to actually admire you more than he usually does. that glister in your eyes when you are focused, the grin that almost came on automatically when you greeted him. not forgetting the kindness you carry around that would bring an endless amount of angels to shame—
"miguel, you're staring quite a bit. are you doing alright?" not saying anything, the man let out a content sigh as he lowered his head down enough to capture your lips, soft and sweet. it was a silent declaration of love; he never gets tired of showing you again and again. until the earth stops turning and pigs start flying. "i love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of raindrops.
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