#punk!migs

[miguelhugger2099]

Punk!Miguel who’s proud of his tattoos. At least most of them. He has some professionally done and others were stick and pokes from when him and Gabriel were younger.

Punk!Miguel who watches you with a smile when you touch up and down his arm. He hides the shivers down his spine when your perfectly manicured pink and green nails rake across the art decorated on him.

“What’s this one?” You poke at a terrible done smiley face, it was a little blobbed but barely noticeable with the much nicer ones done around it.

“One of the first tries my brother did on me when he was starting out.”

“And you kept it?” You tilt your head with a scrunch of your nose. Miguel laughs.

“Sentimental value.”

You scoff. “No way.”

“Yeah, way.” He takes your hands and pulls you closer, lugging you forward onto his lap where you belonged. Getting yourself comfortable you placed your hands on his chest.

“Are you just gonna have them on your arms?” You ask, tugging down his shirt for a peek at any new ones. Miguel smirks and stops your peeking by tsking and shaking his head—a knowing look on his face.

“Course not but tattoos cost money, babe.”

“You should get one of me.” You pout your lips, crossing your arms that makes you seem snobbish.

“What? Like get one of your face?” He laughs and leans back on his hands.

“No! Like—I dunno! Something sentimental about…me?” You look away, feeling the prickling embarrassment crawling up your neck. “Never mind!”

“Oh, so you want to be on my body, huh?” He teases, taking your hand and sliding it under his tank top to feel his warm stomach, faint dips of abs.

“You know what I mean!” You whine, feeling frozen with him holding your hand in place. He can’t help but find you adorable. Letting go of your hand to come around your waist as he leans up again, one hand coming down to cup your ass. He swallows your squeak with a kiss, unable to stop himself from biting into your sweetness.

Punk!Miguel who—even if he teased you about it—actually adored the idea of having a tattoo of you on him.

Punk!Miguel who thought day and night of what could represent you. Flowers he felt was done often, your name was cute but basic and anything else could very well be mistaken for something else. He wanted something that was obviously you.

Punk!Miguel who was rearranging his room again, bustling through various boxes for some spring cleaning.

Punk!Miguel who found his box of memories from when you two first began dating. It had been filled with all your gifts and letters you’d given him—every last piece saved securely in the corner of his room.

He smiles as he opens the box up again. Some pieces of papers falling out and the little broken keychain you got to match with him until it snapped when he accidentally sat on it.

He sits at his desk, flipping through the pages and tiny plushies you’ve given him. His heart swelling at the swirls in your writing with blue ink—the bunny pen you always wrote with.

The smile on his face continues as he reads through your words of love for him—words that you often found too difficult to say. He slams his forehead on the desk, blush coating his cheeks and ears while he groans loudly.

Each letter you’d given him ended with a print of your kiss mark at the very bottom. Some of it was a matte red, others was a faint glitter stain, but most of it was a soft pinkish color. The kind that was glossy and gave you just enough color that it looked tinted and natural.

His finger grazes the mark, an idea popping in his head.

Punk!Miguel who goes to a tattoo shop he was very well acquainted with, with an artist he knew extra well.

He slams his arm on the counter where a man was behind it, sucking on a lollipop and doodling in his sketchbook. The guy raises an annoyed brow.

“Do you have any space open for a walk-in client?” Miguel asks with a smirk.

“I don’t have space for annoying ones.” He sighs and puts his drawing pad away.

“I have money this time, Gabri. Plus, family discount.”

Punk!Miguel who is both afraid and excited to show you what he’s done to himself. He feels his heart hammering while he preps himself to show you. He’d done the aftercare as precisely as possible, taking extra care of it because this was no ordinary tattoo.

Punk!Miguel that lets you take off his shirt when he tells you he’s gotten a tattoo of you.

Punk!Miguel who smiles with amusement when you gasp and hit his arm that you were joking before! That tattooing is a permanent thing! He tells you that he knows.

His heart stills when you eyes land on his chest. On his left side, where his heart would be was your kiss mark. Just like the ones you left on the letters you used to give him.

You touch your lips subconsciously, your other set of fingers hovering over his lifted skin. You look up for permission and he nods, brining himself closer.

You marvel at the piece of work that replicated your lips. “Oh, Miguel…” You sigh, blinking back tears.

“Are you getting emotional?”

“No!”

He brings you to his chest in a tight hug, your hand still resting beside your kiss mark now permanently etched on his person—a permanent reminder that he is yours and that he loves you.

[spider-man-2o99]

YOU'D RAT HIM OUT TO THE COPS BECAUSE PEOPLE AREN'T BUYING YOUR TOP TEN SPIDER-MAN FAILS OF ALL TIME DVDS??? SICK AND TWISTED BEHAVIOR..

[sncwangcl]

@mcrlinn​ sent 🗣 for a starter with a line of dialogue from this generator

“ayooo! hey, we make a pretty good team!” mig beams, raising his hand up to the other for a fist bump, absolutely delighted by the way things were just handled just then.

[cherryredstars]

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[sassypossumm]

The Best Part of Waking Up...

So, just some fluff for a nerdy!Miguel x sassy!reader, featuring all the flat mates...

"Go on, Y/N." Peter poked your side aggressively in an attempt to get you moving faster.

"I'm going, Peter." You hissed, taking a few tentative steps towards the living room. You see, you and Peter had made another one of your idiotic bets, and this time you had lost. Turning, you glared daggers at him. "I don't like you." You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

He rolled his eyes and gave you a none to gentle shove towards your target. Hanging your head, you made your way towards the tan leather couch situated on the far side of the living room. Mkguel O'Hara sat on the couch in question, just reading his book and minding his own business. Poor Migs. You really felt sorry for him. He'd done nothing wrong; he didn't even know about this stupid bet you made.

Gently you perched on the couch keeping a good distance between yourself and Miguel. Looking up you noticed Peter pointing vigorously from you to him. Widening your eyes, you waived him off. "I'll kill you, Peter!" You mouthed furiously. He merely rolled his eyes again and continued his gesturing. 

"Eh-hm." You cleared your throat. Miguel didn't even pause in his reading. This wasn't going to be easy. Closing your eyes, you attempted to ignore Peters exaggerated movements behind you, and turned towards Miguel. "Hey, Migs?" 

"Hm?" He turned a page and hummed. 

"I went to the fridge to look for a snack." So far so good.

"Yeah?" He glanced up at you momentarily before looking back at his book. Taking a deep breath, you released it shakily.

"But you weren't there." You felt your face begin heating as soon as the words left your mouth. Staring off in space, you just sat there. Peter had gone to pieces and was slumped against the wall, laughing with tears in his eyes. It took a full minute for your words to sink in. 

"Y/N!" Miguel dropped his book, and turned beet red. You merely continued staring off into the distance. Peter had recovered enough to grab his phone and rush over to take a picture of the unfolding scene. You just staring into the middle distance and Miguel staring straight ahead, the both of you a lovely and distinct shade of red. 

"Oh, Y/N, that was worth its weight in gold!" Peter cackled, running off to chem lab before either of you could recover.

(unfortunately, this was only the beginning of the torture)

The Next Morning...

"You two are terrible." Jess shook her head, looking from Ben to Miguel.

"What's the matter, Jess, can't take the heat?" Ben looked at her sideways, reaching the kitchen before either of his friends. Miguel merely gave a small smirk and shook his head.

"All I'm saying is that it's never a fair race. Both of you are muscle blund gym rats "

"Sounds like a sore loser to me." Ben chuckled, reaching the fridge. Just as he reached for the handle, his hand froze in midair. Squinting he leaned in to read a yellow sticky note attached to the freezer door. "Hey, Jess, c'mere." He gestured for her to join him. Jess leaned over his shoulder and similarly squinted. Pulling her head back she stifled a laugh.

"Hey, Migs," she covered her mouth to hide her smile and turned to her friend. Miguel's brows scrunched and he gave Jess a nervous smile.

"Looks like someone left you a note, punk." Ben made no effort to hide the humor dancing in his eyes. Ben and Jess stumbled over each other in an attempt to give Miguwl room to read. He bent to read the note, just as he heard Jess whispering to Ben.

"It's a truth." Miguel shook his head and squinted.

"The Best Part of Waking Up Is Miguel O'Hara in Your Cup"

Jess went to pieces, leaning her head on Ben's shoulder. With a moan, Miguel rested his own forehead against the freezer door. Why had he read that out loud? Leaning back, he squinted again at the writing. "Y/N." He said in a flat tone. Jess' head shot up and she looked at Miguel before looking back at Ben and gesturing for them to vamoose. Straightening his shoulders, Miguel pulled the sticky note off of the freezer door and crumpled it in his hand. "Y/N."

Two Days Later...

You had been avoiding him like the plague. Any time you even thought you heard his voice or his name, you made sure that you were gone like the wind. It was 6 in the morning and Miguel was just coming back from his run.

As he entered the kitchen he tensed up, dreading what might have been left for him on the fridge today. Yesterday it had been simply, Miguel O'Hara Part of a Balanced Breakfast, he'd almost ripped the handle off the fridge door for that one. This morning, however, there wasn't a note on the freezer door. He relaxed his shoulders and opened the door to grab a water.

"Hey, Migs." You peaked your head into the kitchen shyly. He whipped around at the sound of your voice. "Y/N." He nodded and unscrewed the cap from the bottle. Gingerly you inched into the kitchen and pulled a glass out of one of the cabinets. Placing it on the counter you slid it his way and perched on one of the island counter stools. Miguel looked at you warily but took the offered glass.

"Thanks." As he poured the water into the glass, he felt your eyes on him.

"Hey, Migs." He tensed.

"Yes, Y/N?" He looked at you from the corner of his eye. You refused to make eye contact and were a fidgeting mess.

"You're moves are as smooth as hot butter on a bald monkey."

"CRASH!"

The glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. He felt his face heat as he began to sputter.

"Excuse me?!" His eyes widened in shock as he turned to stare at you. Quickly you looked at him before jumping off the stool and running from the kitchen. Peter stood around the corner clutching his side and laughing.

"I hope you're quite satisfied with yourself, Peter." You narrowed your eyes and spat at him before stalking off to your room.

"Oh, I am." He chuckled to himself... moments before he was slammed back against the wall. "Hey!" Peter looked up to see a very livid Miguel staring down at him. He'd pinned him against the wall with his arm and was fuming.

"I'm guessing I have you to thank for this week?" Peter winced at the muscle that ticked in Miguel's jaw.

"It's just a little harmless fun, Migs-"

"I don't find it very fun, Peter." He narrowed his eyes at him.

"Yeah, I sensed that. Man, you'd think that a man of your age would have mellowed out enough to take a joke."

"I can take a joke, Peter. A joke. This is taking it too far. And to drag Y/N into your sick joke?" He pulled back and released Tony. The shorter man rubbed his arm and squinted up at Miguel.

"She lost a bet." Miguel's eyes lit in interest.

"A bet?" Peter nodded. Miguel looked Peter over one last time before turning and stalking off.

"Man, can't even take a joke." Peter winced at the pain in his arm and wandered off to the lab. Miguel quickly made his way to your door and knocked gently.

"Y/N?" He called softly. The sound of your reluctant shuffle could be heard before you opened the door a crack. He almost chuckled at the way you eyed him warily. "Can I come in?" Standing aside you opened the door slightly wider. "Help yourself." He pushed past you quickly, and leaning his hip against the edge of your desk he crossed his arms. Closing the door, you leaned against it and mirrored his position. "How'd you like to help me pay Peter back for this week?" You straightened at the question. Smirking, you made your way over to Miguel and sat in the desk chair. "I'm all ears."

One Week Later...

For the last week everyone has noticed how close you and Miguel had become. You were always found putting your heads together and whispering. Peter was beginning to get nervous, as every time he entered a room that the two of you were it, you would both train your eyes on him and begin whispering furiously. It also just so happened that the first snow fall of the season happened this week. For the prank you two had planned, you wanted to wait until the first snow. The plan was simple. 

"Hey, Peter." You got his attention on morning while you were making coffee.

"What's up, Y/N?" He called in his usual chipper tone, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet. 

"What's that?" You point frantically out the terrace door. Peter squinted his brows at you skeptically before walking over to the terrace. 

"I don't see anything." 

"Oh, Peter, that!" You begin pointing and waiving frantically. "Please go check!" You tried to make your voice sound as needy as possible. Narrowing his eyes at you, Peter nonetheless pulled open the terrace door. 

"Don't let this door lock on me." Peter gave you a pointed look. Shaking your head, you held the door. "I don't see-" 

"CLICK." You quickly latched the door shut. Peter spun around and instantly realized that he'd been had. 

You locked the door and corssed your arms, flashimg hima wicked grin. Peter looked at you with a look of betrayel in his eyes. He began waiving his arms around sporadically and shaking his fist at you.

"Did it work?" Miguel's head popped around the corner. 

"It did! And splendidly!" You turned towards him with a beaming smile of your own.

With a chuckle and a shake of your head you turned back to your coffee mug and began filling it with the wonderfully hot caffeinated liquid. Reaching for a spoon you began stirring some sugar into the cup. You froze, sensing a large presence behind you. Large arms went around your waist and a nose nudged against your ear. 

"You know, Y/N," You shivered at Miguel's low tone. "I'm kinda like coffee... I grind so fine." Dropping your spoon, you spun around. Releasing his grip on your waist, he raised a brow at you and winked. 

"Miguel!" You blinked rapidly as he chuckled and strutted out of the kitchen.

[vintagexherry]

"Think you can handle the both of us ¿señorita?"

part 2 of this

Punk! Miguel x Fem!Reader x Miguel

//Smut,Threesome,double pene one hole, degradation, Oral, Squirting, Hair pulling, Praise kink, Marking, Dacryphilia, Tit sucking,Stomach bulge, Overstimuation, Punk!Miguel will be nicknamed Miggy here.

Previously

"Let her choose?.....What are you implying" Miggy chuckled and walked towards you putting his hands on your waist, dangerously close to your ass and if you weren't panicking before then you sure as hell you're panicking now. "Oh you know hell what I'm implying"

How did it turn into this?

At one point you met another version of Miguel who seemed to be more free-spirited and had the same fashion sense as Hobie.

Next Miguel and Miggy started bickering at where you should belong.

Next, was after what Miggy told him about implying something Miguel opened a portal Miggy pushed you through it and you saw what seemed to be Miguel's bedroom, a bit messy from the tech cluttered around the area but before you could look around even more, you were pushed onto the bed, and there you know your gonna call in sick for tomorrow.

Now you're here.

Miguel thrusting in you mouth as you gagged at his length, almost choking at how big he is.

Miggy on the other hand thrusting in your pussy as if his life depends on it, the push of his hips drive your mouth more into Miguel's dick and making you gagged even more to the point of tears but that doesn't seem to stop them if so, it drives them even crazier for you.

"That's it...come on that's it mm argh." Miguel said in hushed voice only meant for you to hear.

"This is- ugh... More fun than- shit- than I thought" Miggy stuttured as he push his hips even deeper to you the wet slaps and loud grunts of the two men above you seemed to push you closer and closer to your climax, but before you could reach it, Miguel and Miggy seemed to have different plans.

Miguel didn't even reach his climax when he removed himself from your drooling mouth, even Miggy stopped himself and grabbed your forearms to pull you into an upright position.

Both men didn't say anything to each other but they seem to have some sort of telepathic understanding what to do.

"Think you can handle the both of us ¿señorita?" Miggy asked you gently, caressing your hips that seemed to have bruises from his grip earlier.

"I-uh...mhm" You couldn't trust your own voice from how rough it sounded, so you nodded eagerly and gulp from their smirks as him they won the lottery,which in this case they probably did.

"That's my girl" Miguel praised as he starter grinding his dick to your slit to gather extra wetness and you moan everytime he slides agaist your clit, with that he takes it a sign to enter a little bit while Miggy was thrusting slightly into you.

"Oh-oh urhhhh" Your mind couldn't make up either to moan in pleasure or hiss in pain.

Miguel noticed your rising hesitation and eagerly kissed your lips while he fully thrusts his length into you, both your moans muffled from the kiss.

Miguel let go of your lips and grunted from the tight feeling "F-fuck cariño".

You moaned at the feeling of being filled to the brim, So much you felt your stomach distened in size.

Suddenly your felt your head pulled back by your hair and before you could moan the pain, you lips were sealed around Miggy's, who seemed desperate to one up Miguel's kiss who clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Since you were distracted both men thrust up and down into you, and you couldn't help but let go of Miggy's lips moaning loudly.

They start moving slowly but the more they felt you loosen up the more rougher and harder their thrusts began, you couldn't control the drool,the tears, and the moan your letting out.

"I- Ah! Mig-Mig-" You couldn't form a coherent sentence especially since Miggy started sucking your neck and Miguel sucking your tits.

The feeling of both men touching you sends your head into overdrive and your legs starts shaking from their thrusts as you were nearing climax, the wet slaps twice the louder now, your slick starts dripping, until finally, you came and you couldn't hold back a loud moan as your squirt starts making the bed beneath you stained.

"F-fuck- SHIT"

"Come on neña give us m-more fffuc."

You swear on your life that these men are gonna be the death of you.

"I-I please I- ca-can't" you tried stammering it out but that doesn't seem to please them for you felt your head being pulled back again by Miggy

"You can and you will you fucking slut"

"Don't tell us your giving up already"

You tried telling them again but no proper sentence would come out to the way they thrust again and again,harder and harder to you, Miguel rubbing your clit, Miggy sucking on your neck leaving mark anywhere he could reach and your eyes barely can see anything to the amount of tears blocking it's way.

"Pleesh- AH!-foo mu-uch" but your pleads go on one ear to the other as you climaxed again and thanks to that this made them thrust faster, focusing on nothing but their pleasure now.

You don't how much seconds,minutes, or hours has passed but their thrusts started to become desperate and knew they were reaching climax,the bed started creaking, sheets stained even more with mixed fluids and all you could hear was your own moans mixed with their grunts.

"Come on you whore come on come on comeon comeocomeon-"

"Yes th-ats it neña tha-thats it- almost there,do-doing so so go-FFUCK!"

Before you know it,warmth fills you up, endless cum filling in again and again and your body shakes from the number of orgasms you endured.

The three of you started gathering your breaths, Miggy and Miguel spreading kisses to your body,rubbing your sore spots and laying you down gently on the bed while they lay each side of you.

"You did amazing neña, so good for us." Miggy praised as he put a strand of hair behind your ear,wiping away any stray tear.

"Mhmm, that's my girl" Miguel said it with a kiss in a forehead.

As for you, you were busy gathering oxygen back at your lungs and with how much your legs feel tired you come to a conclusion.

Yeah your call in sick tomorrow.

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"Hey Y/N you good? I didn't know you were sick,Miguel told me everything so I already got a spider to cover up your tasks" You heard Jess's voice over your watch.

"th-thank you Jess" Your hoarse voice said in gratitude, with that you bid your goodbyes to each other.

But now you gotta focus on two men trying to cut each other's throat, fighting who gets to prepare your bath or massage your sore body.

As of right now you don't really care with the tiredness seeping though body plus with the sudden day off you decided to sleep through their shenanigans.

And just like that you just chose to see tomorrow morning what's in store for you.

The End

[webshooterrr9]

My Hero

Delinquent!Miguel x fem!reader

CW: brief mention of sexual harassment, but don't worry Mig saves her, light smut but nothing too explicit, mainly just these two arguing with each other, mostly just tension

Word Count: 1.4k words

Lmk if y'all want a part 2 🤭

art credits in alt text!!

“Can you just fuck off?”

“What’s the matter, baby?” the guy said. This creep would not leave you alone. You’re just heading back to your apartment, and all of a sudden this creep decides it’s a good idea to follow you home. You should’ve never decided to take a walk. “You don’t want me? I thought we had a good thing going, shawty.”

“I told you to leave me alone. I’m not interested.” you were getting fed up now. Why can’t he just take the hint? You scoffed and tried walking away, but the creep grabbed your arm.

“Hey!” he said, turning you to face him. “Don’t be a bitch, I’m just trying to be nice.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

You and the creep turned to see a tall, dark-haired punk approach you two. He was wearing a black band tee with tattoos all up and down his muscular arms.

As the man approached you, the creep let go of your arm. “H-hey man, this isn’t any of your business.”

The tall stranger crossed his arms, towering over you two. “Actually, it is my business - seeing as you’re standing right in front of my building.”

You knew this guy, your friend pointed him out as someone in the neighborhood to avoid back when you first moved in. Miguel O’hara, a known delinquent on this secluded side of town. This must’ve been the apartment building he lived in.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step away from this lady, or we’re gonna have problems, cabrón.” Miguel said, sizing up the much smaller man before him.

“Oh yeah? What kind of problems, tough guy?” the creep replied with confidence much bigger than him - an idiot move. Miguel grabbed the man by his shirt, pulling him close to his face.

“Get outta here, chico. I won’t ask again.” he snarled, getting all up in the guy’s face. The look in Miguel’s eyes was that of a lion, chasing a hyena away from its prey that it found first.

The creep, despite being so cocky earlier, seemed to have lost all his confidence. He pushed Miguel’s arms away and Miguel dropped him. He knew that the delinquent wasn’t messing around.

Miguel scowled. The guy who was harassing you ran away. You were in awe, you thought Miguel was a bad guy, so why did he just protect you?

He turned around to face you, his large frame intimidating. "You alright?"

You froze in silence, not sure what to say to him. He scoffed. "Giving me the silent treatment, huh? Some way to treat your savior, muñeca." Miguel crossed his arms.

"Sorry," you say, regaining your focus. "You, uh, you're Miguel, right?"

You had never been in this situation before. Never needed saving, especially not by someone with as bad a reputation as him. You weren’t quite sure if you should thank him, or if he'd even want that.

“Yeah, that’s me.” you would've thought that someone who just saved you would look a little happier to see you, but he just glared at you like you were a nuisance. Maybe you woke him up from a nap.

“You know, I don’t just do that for anyone.” he commented.

"I figured," you were just standing there awkwardly, not sure how to reply to his sharp tone. You couldn't tell if he was fishing for a “thank you” or not.

"So then why did you, uh, scare him away? You could've just left me to handle it." you couldn't hide your curiosity as to why Miguel protected you from that guy. You had never even met him before, but you knew he wasn't nice to most people… so why you?

"Just protecting a pretty girl, what's so surprising?" Miguel had a smirk on his face. He was definitely fishing for a compliment. He looked you up and down with a hint of flirtatiousness.

You noticed his not-so-subtle stare, and shifted to a more defensive stance. “Well, you don't seem the type to do such a thing. Your reputation doesn't exactly give the 'gentleman' vibe."

"Besides, this isn't the 1950's anymore, I'm not a damsel in distress." you add, gaining more snark as the conversation goes on.

"Oh, so you're assuming that I'm incapable of being nice, preciosa?" Miguel was getting just a little bit annoyed. Usually, most people were too intimidated by him to talk back, so he was taken aback that you weren't. "I don't care what my reputation is, I'm being nice to you because I feel like it." He stepped closer to you, sizing you up with his eyes once more.

"I didn't say you were incapable... it's just unexpected, that's all." The closer he got to you, the more you realized just how much he towered over you. You weren’t even short for a girl, but he was huge.

You lowered your defensiveness, trying not to pick a fight that you knew you couldn't win. "... thank you for that, I guess. It was kind."

"I didn't need it, though."

He rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re hot.” a smirk crossed his face. “But that doesn’t mean this ‘nice guy’ act is gonna happen more than once.”

"It won't have to; I'm not gonna get into a situation like that again, so I doubt I'll need your heroics."

This time, it was your turn to cross your arms. "Besides, you haven't exactly been pleasant company. I don't need more than one interaction with you."

The look in his eyes told you that he took that as a challenge, that he wasn't about to back down. But he also didn't seem the type to overstep his boundaries. He was confident, not creepy.

"Oh, I'm not pleasant to be around? I'm not pleasant to look at either, right?" Miguel chuckled to himself.

"That's too bad- I could've saved you from the next creep that comes around, princesa." He liked messing with you, and seeing your feisty attitude come out. He was definitely trying to get you riled up.

"I didn't say you weren't pleasant to look at." you reply, standing a bit taller than before. He raised an eyebrow, flattered by the indirect compliment.

"I'm just saying that I wouldn't meet you again, if given the choice. Other than saving my ass back there, you've been pretty rude."

"Rude? Me? Never." Miguel feigned shock. "I wonder what's got you being so feisty today, mami.”

"You know nothing about me, this is normal." you say, picking up some confidence. "You're not getting any special treatment."

“Hmm… maybe I want some special treatment.” he leans in a bit closer to you, dropping his voice to a lower tone. You could see the devious spark in his eyes, something playful and challenging. He was testing you, to see how far you’d let him go before brushing him off. And you almost wanted to. But God, the way he looked at you made your stomach flutter in a way it hadn’t in a long time, not since your last ex. And even then, your last boyfriend wasn’t as wild as Miguel seemed to be.

“Some special treatment, huh?” you reply, matching his energy and leaning up towards him. Your faces were only inches away now. “And what exactly were you thinking?”

A large grin spreads across his face. “Why don’t you come inside, mami? I’ll show you.”

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“Fuck… Miguel..!”

The sounds of his headboard banging against the wall was sure to disturb the neighbors, but he clearly didn’t give a shit.

“It’s… ‘s too much!” you were panting, arms held tight above your head with one of his large hands, while the other toyed with your clit. His legs separated yours, allowing him to pound into you at a punishing pace.

“Shh, bonita… I’m almost there… jus’ a little more, muñeca, un poquito más…”

You already came once, and you could feel your second orgasm approaching with every roll of his hips. He was desperately chasing his release, sweat causing his gorgeous hair to stick to his forehead.

You'd swear you were seeing stars. “M-Mig…” even with a condom, you could feel how hot and thick his cock was, practically begging to spill into your warmth.

Your back arched as your second peak came crashing over you, and the contractions from your cunt was enough to send him over the edge. As your legs shook, your head fell back - Miguel caught it before it hit against the headboard.

“Don’t worry, hermosa. I’ve got you.”

<3

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

MORE Spider Society Headcanons

Halloween: Spiderween

First of all: DECORATIONS??????

The ENTIRE campus done up with jack-o'-lanterns and lights and smoke machines and COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF SPIDERWEBS for the Spooky vibes???!!!

Spider decorations EVERYWHERE. From October 1st.

There's a haunted house on campus - filled with volunteers AND REALLY REALLY good jumpscare holograms made by Lyla

The food court starts serving Halloween specific food. Like a Vampire Miguel Milkshake at McMiguels.

COSTUMES??!!! COSTUMES BUT OVER THE SUITS.

TRICK OR TREATING Some people stay home at their universe and people portal over for candy and they get to see a glimpse of your universe

Or you get to hop universe to universe dressed like a Spider-person dressed like a giraffe. And since it's Halloween, it's fine if a bunch of Spider-people are running around dressed ridiculous because so is everyone else on most Earth's, Miguel's like 'yeah sure okay'

BIG BONUS POINTS if they dress up like ANOTHER Spider-person but like... Still over the suit.

Like wearing the crappy costume Miles had over your actual suit and 'acting' like someone else.

And EVERY TIME you see someone dressed as you, or wearing the same costume -

You know what you must to do.

One year Hobie comes as Ben Reilly. All dressed up in punk but with a blue hoodie crop top to match . He spends the whole day wailing about the harrowing memories and crouching on ledges. Dramatically collapsing in people's arms

Is your Spidersona small? Imagine them dressed as Miguel. Walking around acting and irritated and fake angry and DOING THIS TO MIGUEL

Miguels like 'are you serious? Cut that out-'

"aRe yOu SeRiOuS?? cUt ThAt OuT'

(and Lyla's like 'oooo that was good. They sound JUST like you Migs')

Lyla being a very popular costume

A bunch of Spider-people wearing fur coats and heart glass and they just decide to spend the whole day being useless to Miguel.

Which LYLA ADORES SHE'S LOVES ATTENTION

They all lounge around on all the seats like her, some even in bob cut wigs, and they follow Miguel and trying to get selfies with him LMAO

The Lyla with the cutest or funniest Miguel selfie gets put in the Campus newspaper

MJs A POPULAR ONE TOO -

ALL the lazy Spider-people wanna throw a red party city wig over their suit and be like 'I'm MJ'. NO YOU'RE NOT.

Or some will even wear their MJ's clothes. Walking around calling everybody, Tiger. (Mayday gets the joke - they're supposed to be her mom - she thinks it's HILARIOUS and giggles the whole day)

Sidebar - can you image Gwen with a wig over her suit BUT LIKE under her hood??? SO SHE WOULDN'T LOOK BALD?? I'M SCREAMING AIRPOD LOOKING AHH

VILLAIN COSTUMES - Spider people dressed as Doc Ock over their suits, coming in with fish bowls on their head and going 'Look, I'm Mysterio!! Lol'

While the caged villains are looking at them like

('y'all mfers got a lotta nerve')

I bet some people get REALLY REALLY into it and go all out, designing everything to a T. (Like the perfectionist!pavitr)

Some friends even do joint costumes - WebSlinger makes a costume for Willow so they match. Hobie does all his costumes DIY and it's like the ONE thing on campus he participates in.

Because he loves the DIY spirit. And the chance to mock his bosses on company hours.

Goes ALL IN on him and Gwen's (he wants to match) costumes. Or maybe he doesn't participate cause-

What's even better is people 'Punkifying' their suit to be like Spider-punk is a popular costume too!!

They throw together their own vest and jeans and jewelry and boots. And follow Hobie around, hands in pockets, and they all act all cool and fake punk all day , Hobie hams up the act for the occasion

Hobie of course weaponizes this by annoying Miguel with his 'clones'.

Ten Hobies outside his office sturming untuned guitars REALLY badly and Hobies likes 'Keep it up you !! U sound great!!'

Miguel's office full of Hobies and Lylas, Last year Margo went as Jess and Jess was touched

Then there's some Spider-people that are broke as hell. But since they all have top tier humor they make the intentionally cheap or out of the closet costumes. that ends up being stupidly hilarious.

Like wearing boxes and drawing a Spider-suit on it. Boom - Lego Spider-man.

Sometimes people might wear their makeshift suit over their new suit. So like a Spider-person having this as their costume OVER their suit

And arguably the funniest of them all - having a really elaborate overdone homemade costume of a specific hero on campus, and everyone is like woah so cool have they seen you in it yet?

And you take off the costume mask... And it's just you... AS YOURSELF Like it's just the same mask underneath LIKE A HAT ON A HAT

THERE'S SO MANY POSSIBILITIES THIS JUST BRINGS ME JOY

But the ONLY TWO THINGS YOU CAN'T DRESS AS AT ALL-

Venom and Deadpool.

Venom is too risky. Deadpool is not allowed on campus and if THE REAL ONES seen they have to evacuate and deploy the capture team cause he gets too excited (you'd be surprised of what one man is capable of in the need of Spider-attention)

Anything else is fine though-

CAN YOU SEE IT ARE YOU SEEING SPIDERWEEN????? HUH

[kairiscorner]

okok hear me out on this request i know you do highschool miguel but imagine 2000s highschool au with punk!miguel where he’s dates reader who’s basically the girl next door typa gal/she’s basically super sweet compared to migs and they both go to homecoming together, take pictures dance bla bla bla before they ditch it and hangout somewhere secluded

˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

day 8: homecoming with bad boy miguel o'hara.

homecoming of batch 2000 – the theme being a mix of a starry night and wonderland; it was... an experience–because he was with you. he came over to your door, donning a white dress shirt with a dark blue blazer draped over his broad, tanned shoulders; his dark brown, tousled hair curtaining his chocolate colored irises. he made sure to remove his nose and lip piercings, he remembers what kind of impression he made towards your family when he came looking as he was–but that never deterred you from loving him as your boyfriend, ever.

he may have been a "bad boy", a "punk"–but he was most importantly, the one you loved, and the one who loved you the most. he smirked to himself slightly at the images of you in all kinds of dresses; his face heated up at the thought of you looking all adorable in a dress, but seeing you in a whimsical, bright attire, adorned with hearts, spades, clovers, and diamonds... you stole his heart again and squeezed it with how beautiful you looked.

"wow, you're... wonderful." "like i'm really from wonderland?" you asked him with a shy voice, looking up at him. he chuckled and took your hands in his and grinned. "like you're the ruler of wonderland, like absolute royalty." he added, complimented you, a hint of a fluster on his face as he grinned wider and led you out of the crowd. "want me to show you a real starry night?" he asked you in a hushed voice as you chuckled. "hmm, sounds like that beats all the sequins and glitters..." "believe me, cariño, it does; because you'll be here with me, under the light... of countless stars."

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @araneol @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

he sounded so soft with his voice, so gentle–his touch didn't feel tight, it felt... clingy, just a little bit; it felt so tender and warm, that nothing else could match the purity of this moment in time. it sure might be a highschool dance, a get-together full of pubescent teenagers that might sneak in a few drinks and kiss the night away in their cars in the parking lot, but tonight was magical. tonight, the stars are in full view, bright and aligned–creating the vision of a starry paradise for the two of you under the sky as you both stepped out of the school gym and took your places under a tree you planted with him in your very first year of junior high.

"wonderland seems like a lovely place... but honestly, wonderland is more of an... experience." "what do you mean, miggy?" you asked him in wonder as he placed two fingers under your chin and directed your face to look at him. he smiles sweetly and his eyes shone with so much love, and he leaned in and pecked a kiss on your forehead. when he pulled away, he ran his hands through your hair and snuggled up closer with you. "wonderland is an experience, because... it's like i'm having the time of my life when i'm with you. time stops, everything's where it should be–and i... i'm falling more and more with you, everyday." "then... i'm glad that was half of our theme." "was weird at first, but i think the universe was just trying to help me tell you just how i really feel about you, mi vida."

[julienbakerpls]

save a horse, ride a cowgirl 18+

Julien Baker/Reader

"Alright that's a wrap on the Alternative Press boygenius cover!" the creative director called out, it was incredibly hot but you were getting even hotter. You hadn't expected the cowboy theme at all and you certainly weren't prepared for the effect it would have on you. Specifically Julien in a cowboy hat, thinking back you don't think in all of your time as a couple that you'd seen her wear one.

"Hey Punk, what do you think?" Julien said laughing as she posed in the hat.

"I think you should keep it, and definitely wear it, like a lot." You said, blushing up at her from where you were sitting. You watched as she let that perfect goofy smile spread across her face.

"Oh yeah, this whole look kinda doing it for you?" She said coming to stand between your legs, kneeling to place her hands on your thighs squeezing them gently.

"Jay... you have no idea." You spoke softly, pushing the hat lower on her head to shield her face from the sun more. She blushed as a smirk slid across her face.

"You know... they did say we could keep whatever we wanted from wardrobe. Can you think of any use we could get out of it?" She said, fighting the laugh that was already dancing in her eyes.

"I mean... I could think of one or two different... positions." You said, leaning up and biting her bottom lip playfully.

"Fuck... Baby, is one of them maybe you sitting on my face." She said into your neck pulling you even closer. Julien wanted so badly for you to sit on her face but to be honest it scared you thinking of how easily she could suffocate.

"Princess, I know that look you WILL not suffocate me.... and if you do... i'll die doing what and who I love most." She said, placing a tender kiss to your neck.

"Julien..." You whined, looking into her big brown eyes, eyes that she knew how to use to her advantage.

"Okay we'll try it." You sighed, knowing if you were ever truly uncomfortable with anything she would drop it immediately. You watched her adorable puppy pout turn into the big goofy grin you love so much.

"I can't wait for you to ride my face, Princess." Julien said, pulling you up from your sitting position and licking her way into your mouth. The kiss was a heated mess of tongues and teeth and you were already feeling it between your thighs.

"Are we leaving now, or do you still have stuff you need to do with the boys?" You ask, pulling away from her. She smiled up at you kissing your neck, where she could reach.

"We're all set." She tugged you forward to follow after her, making her way over to where Phoebe and Lucy were still dressed as cowboys.

"So are we all keeping the hats?" Lucy asked, looking from Julien to Phoebe.

"Of course, think of all the places I can wear this!" Phoebe laughed.

"Okay we're heading out, i'll see y'all tomorrow at rehearsal." Julien said, Kissing both Phoebe and Lucy goodbye.

"Okay love you." Lucy said, also adding a wave to you, so you'd know you were included in it.

"Love ya!" Phoebe called, diving directly into another topic of conversation with Lucy.

"I love you both!" Julien called back to them.

-

The car ride to your house was filled with Julien humming along to the radio, one hand on the steering wheel the other rubbing your thigh. She was practically vibrating with excitement over the prospect of you sitting on her face. She pulled in to the driveway, reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt for you, placing a kiss to your neck.

"Do you want takeout tonight?" you asked to fill the already heated silence. Julien laughed, raising her eyebrows at you.

"Baby, I think we both know that I don't care as long as I get to ea-" You cut her off by placing a kiss to her lips, climbing out of the car.

"You've been spending way too much unsupervised time with Phoebe!" You laughed, going to the drivers side of the car and opening her door. She also climbed out, smiling sheepishly at you.

"I also thought of something else cheesy to say but I figured it might be too much." She smiled up at you leaning her back against the car. Her face flushing with pink.

"And what was it." You asked pressing her more firmly to the car with your body.

"Save a horse.... ride a cowgirl." She grinned up at you, still wearing the hat and winking. You couldn't help the blush that spread across your face.

"Have I told you how much I love you today?" You asked, kissing her sweetly on the lips. She smiled into the kiss, pulling away slightly to mumble something incoherent against your lips. You pressed your leg between hers, adding pressure. Julien arches up into you, moaning into your mouth. You feel her start to grind her hips down onto your leg with more intensity.

You pull away from her lips and start pressing kisses into her neck, grabbing onto her hips helping her movements.

"Mmhmm fuck.... Baby.." She moans throwing her head back. Pressing kisses down onto her shoulder before biting it, you feel her hips jerk with the pleasure you knew it would bring her.

"Shit... I am NOT going to cum in the fucking driveway!" Julien laughs, throwing herself clumsily off of you. You laugh with her, chasing her up the stairs to the front door. You catch her right as she opens the door, and press her against the now closed and securely locked front door.

"How do you feel about cuming in the entry way?" You say kissing her again.

"A lot better now that we're not risking public indecency." She answers chasing your lips. You smile unbuckling her jeans, as she kicks off her boots. After pulling off her jeans along with her boxers, you press one more kiss to her lips. Lowering yourself to your knees you pull one of her legs over your shoulder, forcing her to lean against the door.

You press a teasing kiss to her slick folds, giggling to yourself as you hear her impatient huff above you. You spread her thighs farther apart, leaning forward and sucking her clit into your mouth. Pulling away slightly you use your index and middle finger to rub figure eights on her swollen clit. You move further down to push your tongue into her entrance, loving the way her body reacts to it. Julien moans above you rocking her hips and tangling her fingers in your hair.

"Y/n..... Baby... I can't.." Julien groans out, her big brown eyes rolling back in her head, the cowboy hat falling off. You thrust your tongue faster before pulling away and replacing your tongue with your fingers. Sucking her clit into your mouth, and picking up the pace with your fingers. You feel her tighten around you, her whole body going rigid.

"Uhh... Princess... more." She moans, coming undone on your fingers, grinding against your face. You let her ride out her orgasm on your fingers, drinking in all that she has to give you.

Julien shakily removes her leg from your shoulder, her hands still tangled in your hair now using you as a stabilizer.

You look up at her and giggle at the astonished look on her flushed face. She's standing against the door in just a tank top and brown button up.

She finally makes eye contact with you, her face a little less spaced out. Julien roughly pulls you up to kiss her, her teeth clashing with yours. She pulls the button up, tank top, and sports bra off before reaching down to pick up the cowboy hat. Immediately attacking your clothes, pulling off almost every scrap leaving you in your bra and underwear.

"Fuck Jay... "You whine into her mouth as she attempts to steer you both up the stairs, and towards your bedroom. You both hit multiple walls and doorframes before finally making it to the bed. Julien pushes you down onto the bed before climbing on top of you, unclasping your bra.

She bites and sucks her way down your chest roughly taking one of your nipples in her mouth. You arch off of the bed, crying out her name and raking your fingers down her back. She runs her hands down your body pulling your lacy underwear off and tossing them somewhere behind her.

"God, You have no idea what you do to me.... " Julien groans into your breast biting a hickey onto it. You gasp at the sudden pain that mixes with the pleasure she's already flooding you with. She flips you both so that you're now on top of her, she starts guiding your body closer and closer to her mouth.

"Okay okay wait!" You say suddenly filling with anxiety. The two of you had done this a few times with Julien being the one riding your face, seeing as she weighed less than you. Julien immediately froze what she was doing, her hands resting on your knees.

"Are you okay, Baby? What is it?" Julien asked in a soothing voice, rubbing gentle circles on your legs.

"If we do this, I need you to be completely honest if you can't breathe okay." Julien sighs, rolling her eyes.

"No hey i'm being serious! I weigh more than you do and I don't want to hurt you!" You say forcing her to look you in the eyes.

"Baby, I love you, You know how much I love you. And how much I love your body... I want to fucking suffocate between your thighs." Julien said squeezing your thighs for emphasis.

"If it gets to be too much two taps okay." You say still not letting this drop.

"Yes ma'am." Julien sighed, before pushing you forward again. You got to where you were hovering right over her face, a leg on either side of her head.

"Oh my god!" Julien laughed, forcing you down onto her face, her tongue instantly finding your clit and playing with it before making her way to your entrance. Once her tongue was keeping a steady rhythm in and out of you, she pushes your hips forward so that her nose is pressing into your clit.

"Ohhh fuck Jay, shit baby!" You cry out, tangling your hands into her hair. You arch your back even more when Julien pulls you even tighter against her face, she forces your hips into a rocking motion. She's eating you out like this is her last meal, and you can feel the knots in your stomach tighten. You feel her moan against you, the vibrations finally doing you in as you start to cum. You try to pull away from her so she doesn't almost drown... again, but she forces you to ride the orgasm out on her face. She's licking and sucking and even nibbling your clit, causing the aftershocks to elevate into you cuming again. Julien just keeps licking and sucking until you think you might pass out.

"Jay, Babe, Please, I can't breathe." You say, realizing only now that you are crying from how intense the pleasure was. Julien finally releases your thighs and helps you move down her body so you're resting hips to hips. You look down at her face once you can actually focus on her, noticing how soaked her face is. The blood immediately rushes into your cheeks, Julien licks her lips with a very satisfied smirk.

"Did I-" You start to say, but Julien cuts you off. "You just squirted, and it was probably the hottest thing ever. Honestly of all the times i've almost drown gotta say, I really do prefer to drown between your legs." She finished reaching up and biting your shoulder, causing you to finally relax and giggle. She pulled you down to lay flat against her, kissing all over your face.

"You" kiss "Are" kiss "so" kiss "fucking" kiss "perfect" kiss. You move so you're both laying against the pillows, wrapping your legs around her waist.

Julien goes to lay on your chest, and looks uncomfortable. She leans back up and pulls the cowboy hat out from under her, making a face before laying back on your chest. You wrap your arms around her, whispering into her hair how much you love her. You feel her smile into your breasts, playfully biting before pressing a kiss with a mumbled I love you more.

After about 10 minutes of you thinking she's asleep, you feel her blow a raspberry into your sternum causing you to laugh obnoxiously loud.

"I feel like we should order takeout." She yawned.

- i want her so bad y'all, also this accidentally happened.

[dramatic-delirium]

My brother (while watching atsv on tv) was calling to me saying "Look your guy!". The only spider person he has associated with me before is spider punk guitar spider man. So I'm disappointed, nay devastated, when it's the Migs guy?? Why bro why did you call him my guy I hate him and would like his skull as a show piece.

Also I saw Miguel O'Hara's cape and now my day is fulfilled.

[miguelhugger2099]

Okay I really see Punk! Miguel as such a father

Dad!Punk Miguel: *looks at their daughter with Pastel!Reader* Why is my little naughty girl crying?

Their daughter: A boy from class is insulting me! Dad! Punk! Miguel: Honey, remember, if a boy offends you, hit him in the face with a shovel! Their daughter: Dad, I'm a girl.... Dad! Punk Miguel: You can take the pink one.

Punk Dad!Miguel is all fury when he sees his little girl in tears. Her cute pink overalls dirtied and her usual braid, matted and a wreck in loose curls.

He kneels in front of her and asks softly what happened. Through sobs, she babbles the encounter of a group of boys that had insulted her—questioned her right to play with the boys when her Papi told her she could no matter what!

Unfortunately for her little body and mind, they resulted in pushing her and tugging on her braid to tease her. She cried and it only escalated the moment further.

Punk Dad!Miguel puts his hands on his baby’s little shoulder and with a serious look he tells her, “Mija, when someone hits you, you hit back. Especially if it’s a boy. Maybe even with something hard like a shovel.”

You try to stop your husband from encouraging her. “Miggy, my love—maybe we shouldn’t teach her things like that?” You didn’t like how they tormented your baby, but a shovel? C’mon.

“But…I’m just a girl.” She whines bringing her chubby noodle arms to show her limited strength since she’s a child.

Punk Dad!Miguel hums in thought, taking in her dilemma seriously.

“Then use one of those plastic shovels that are in the sandbox at recess.”

“Miguel!”

[hrny-song-tournament]

Inspired by other song brackets like @crysongz, @best-overplayed-song, @weird-song-bracket, @lovesongbracket, @songcharshowdown, @songshowdown, @movingmusiccomp.

Also tagging @tournamentdirectory, @ultimate-poll-tournament, @thedilftournament, @ultimatemilvesbracket. Pls let me know if you are uncomfortable with being tagged in this bracket.

Btw, it's a safe space for aspecs if you aren't sex repulsed etc.

It's time for horny. 69 songs, but which is the horniest/makes you most horny?

Cardi B - WAP vs Nine Inch Nails - Closer

Hey Violet - Guys My Age

Hudson Mohawke - Cbat vs Lilianna Wide - Grind Me Down (Jawster Remix)

Ok Go - I Want You So Bad I Can't Breathe vs Prince - Soft and Wet

Arctic Monkeys - I Wanna Be Yours vs Gunther - Ding Dong Song

Britney Spears - 3 vs Daft Punk - Something About Us

Ty Dolla $ign - Or Nah vs MCR - F.T.W.W.W.

Rihanna - S&M

Lady Gaga - G.U.Y. vs Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know

Reinaeiry (Sam Smith Cover) - Unholy vs KiNG MALA - she calls me daddy

Jen Foster - I Didn't Just Kiss Her vs Mariah Carey - Touch My Body

Depeche Mode - Master And Servant vs NEFFEX - Rumors

Justin Timberlake - SexyBack

Heathers: The Musical - Dead Girl Walking vs 5 Seconds of Summer - Teeth

Ayla D'Lyla and Miss Madeline - Life Could Be Sweet vs Marvin Gaye - Let's Get It On

Simon Curtis - Flesh vs Hozier - Dinner & Diatribes

Nanne Grönvall - Håll om mig vs Arctic Monkeys - Knee Socks

Beyonce - Rocket vs Transviolet - Girls Your Age

George Michael - Careless Whisper vs Lemon Demon - Two Trucks

Shakira - She Wolf vs K/DA - Villain

Hozier - Talk

The Orion Experience - The Cult of Dionysus vs Moulin Rouge Cast - El Tango De Roxanne

Queen - Fat Bottomed Girls vs Miike Snow - Genghis Khan

Lil Nas X - MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) vs Dove Cameron - Boyfriend

Khia - My Neck My Back vs Kim Cesarion - Brains Out

Hatsune Miku and Megurine Luka - Magnet vs Rick James - Super Freak

mazie - girls just wanna have sex vs Queen - Get Down, Make Love

Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) vs Santana - Smooth

Todrick Hall - I LIKE BOYS vs Dead Or Alive - I Wanna Be A Toy

Olivia Newton-John - Physical

Neon Trees - Animal vs Hozier - Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene

Fountains of Wayne - Stacy's Mom vs Ashnikko - Slumber Party

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Cast - Strip Away My Conscience vs Holychild - Bathroom Bitch

Jhameel - Feisty vs Arctic Monkeys - 505

Adam Lambert - For Your Entertainment vs Ofenbach - Be Mine

The Weeknd - Earned It vs Jeangu Macrooy - Shake Up This Place

Hozier - Moment's Silence vs annapantsu - Hellfire

[iobartach]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Purples & Blues!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Spice, for sure, especially if in mild to hot range

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: anything... that makes me go !!! essentially, lmao. it feels like my favourite genres change yearly, but i do find myself coming back to pop punk & alternative rock a lot!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): Universal Soldier: Regeneration, Die Hard 1, Crank, Unleashed ... i have a soft spot for popcorn movies 👀

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: I've an awfullll tendency to not finish shows that span multiple seasons, but i'll always enjoy Person Of Interest, Dexter, Ted Lasso, Invincible, Arcane, Do No Harm, Love/Hate (if anyone's heard of this... ilu... ) among some others!

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: A Little Bit Happy - Talk (the mig vibes... are mightyyy 😭)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Oooh... it was probably Moon Knight? 🤔

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: ...fuck what was the last movie I saw? 🥴 I guess it was 2023's Napoleon!

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver... though I'm thinking of switching to a series, been eying the Shades of Magic series by V.E. Schwab -- especially as Vicious is one of my alll time favourite books!

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: Been binging-watching (& enjoying!!!) 9-1-1 on disney+ in my downtime lately … also keeping up with the new Doctor Who stuff, & Invincible eps!

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Nothing other than working and writing on here! But I've been tempted to make a carrd / something like a carrd? I haven't been able to find motivation to work on a coding project outside of my job, but I might try and take a go at something spidey themed as the new year rolls around! I usually make something as a way to learn a new coding language or framework. :)

tagged by: @pzfr (cheers!)

tagging: anyone! take it!

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (15)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 15 - Aftermath

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.02K+ words

Warnings: PG13 - Brief implication of attempted sexual/physical assault

Summary: Miguel brings Lisa back to HQ where she can rest for the night and Lisa wonders what will change between them. 

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When Miguel and I emerged through the portal and arrived back at Spider-Society HQ, specifically his lab, Gwen and Pav immediately hovered near me, asking over a dozen times if I was okay, or hurt, and apologizing profusely for leaving me alone. Hobie hung back, hands in his pockets. His gaze briefly met Miguel’s, who had gently removed his hand from my shoulder when we emerged from the portal, as Spider-Punk offered him a very rare nod of approval. Miguel nodded back in kind. 

I reassured the two teenagers that it wasn’t their fault, and that I appreciated them looking out for me. Gwen and Hobie offered for me to stay with them in Hobie’s dimension, but I politely declined, explaining that I had asked Miguel if I could spend the night there at HQ. Miguel also didn't want to risk Oscorp jumping to other dimensions to try and track me so HQ was the safest place I could be, other than my apartment but that was currently a nervous wreck. 

Pav and Gwen hugged me tightly, glad that I was alright. I didn’t reveal all of the heavy details, not wanting to scare them, but one glance over at Hobie and he understood my partial silence. He offered me a soft nod of encouragement before gently pulling Gwen and Pav along as they exited Miguel’s lab. Pav called out, wishing me a good night's sleep, waving profusely and I chuckled softly.

Before leaving, Miguel quickly explained the situation in more detail now that we were safely back in his dimension and away from prying eyes. The doppelganger that attacked me was a variant of a villain called The Chameleon from Earth-1997, the same dimension where the Spider that bit me came from. He was a Russian super spy and master of disguise, able to perfectly match his target's physical figure and voice. 

He was also the mole that infiltrated the Spider-Society for Oscorp in order for them to continue their interdimensional experiments and stole Miguel’s tech. He reassured me that Lyla made the necessary precautions to make sure that he or anyone from that dimension couldn’t come back here or to my own dimension in order to keep me safe. 

I smiled softly at him, thanking both him and Lyla for their help and for rescuing me. “I don’t think I’ll ever say it enough,” 

“There’s no need, Lisa,” Miguel waved it off before stepping closer towards me, placing a comforting hand on my own. “You call, and I’ll be there,” 

Miguel leant me his room for the night. Despite my protests about his offer, he reassured me that he rarely slept there in recent weeks, the task of monitoring the multiverse taking up most of his time so he usually slept in his lab. I knew that it couldn’t be even remotely comfortable, and as much as I wanted to, and tried, I couldn’t convince him otherwise, so I reluctantly but thankfully took his offer. 

It was a standard room, but then again Miguel’s dimension is set multiple years in the future. So it was a standard room for someone living in the year 2099 who also worked and earned a lot of money. The bedroom felt like it was the master room of a five star hotel, but it wasn’t super in your face. It was subtle, but the rich classy texture was still there. 

The king sized bed hovered on a large platform with a low level fluorescent blue light. The floor and walls were a beautiful polished white marble with a walk-in closest etched into the wall near the bed and a bathroom to its left. On the opposite end of the room was a small work desk with a sleek monitor and around the corner was a long sleek window that overlooked Nueva York. It was currently tinted with a black overlay to shield the resident from the harsh neon lights that lit up the city at night. 

Miguel directed me to where all the bathroom essentials were and set my bag gently down next to the bed. He offered me a kind half smile as he squeezed his hand in mine. “Do you need anything else?”

“It’s more than enough,” I smiled reassuringly. “Thank you, Miguel,” 

His cheeks were tainted with a small shade of pink at my praise as his eyes toned down to a softer gaze. His half smile didn’t let up as he slowly pulled his large hand away from mine, not before his fingers gently brushed against mine as I held myself back from wanting to reach for his hand again. I immediately missed its warmth. 

“If I don’t see you in the morning, Lyla will ensure your safe travel back to your dimension,” He stated plainly. “Rest well,”

His hand brushed my shoulder as he walked past me and I found myself turning and watching his backside as he walked towards the door. I smiled softly at him. He realized this was uncharted waters too. He didn’t want to push, but still be respectful. 

“Good night, Miguel,” I called out to him. “Try not to stay up too late?”

He offered me a half glance as the door automatically slid open in his presence. A scoff escaped him as the corner of his mouth formed a tiny smirk. “You know I can’t promise that,”

I responded with my own playful scoff, rolling my eyes at him as I crossed my arms over his chest. “Let me guess, the fate of the multiverse?”

He chuckled softly. “Among other things. Good night, my Mona Lisa,” 

Miguel quickly left the room, leaving me as my cheeks flushed a bright pink at the pet name. My voice stuttered as I watched the door close and I shook off the nerves. I’d never get used to hearing that nickname. But. . . I liked the way he said it. 

I walked over towards the bag, bending down as I unzipped it to grab my toothbrush when I caught a peek at the change of clothes Miguel had packed for me. It was the outfit I wore when he and Peter B. rescued me. When we first met. 

I smiled softly. Very subtle, Miguel. 

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Earth-1997 

“Useless! You’re all useless!” 

Harry Osborne slammed his fist on his desk, the contents ratling and toppling over. He shot a nasty glare at Chameleon who lowered his head in shame. He knew he was in deep trouble, and no amount of excuses would save him. 

“You had one job,” Harry pointed a finger at him. “One job! You should have brought her straight here instead of playing with your food,” 

“I swear Mr. Osborne, I was so careful,” Chameleon pleaded. “I don’t know how Mr. O’Hara–”

“Mr. Osborne, is my father, GOD rest his soul,” Harry snared as he tried to compose himself. “As for Spider-Man 2099, you clearly weren’t careful enough. Get out of my office,” 

Chameleon left the office in a hurry as Harry angrily paced around his desk. His stomps were like earthquakes as a black aura clouded his body and mind as he slammed his fists into his desk once more. 

“Will somebody give me some good news?!” 

The phone at his desk rang. He growled, picking up the receiver. 

“What?”

“Sir, Dr. Octavius has found a fix for the Collider,” His secretary said. 

“About damn time! Tell him to increase the staff, I want that Collider up and running again as soon as possible,” He ordered. 

“Yes sir,” the secretary hung up the phone. 

Harry tossed the receiver aside as he took a few calming breaths, his nostrils flaring as he looked out of his large window that overlooked the city of New York. “I’ll get my revenge yet on you Spider-Man. On all of you.”

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Lisa’s P.O.V. 

Seoul, South Korea - 4 years ago 

“Get off me!” 

I screamed whilst shoving a tall male off of me after he wouldn’t take multiple hints that I wasn’t interested. My heart was pounding in my chest as he reached for me, tried to corner me in the studio in front of the other dancers and trainees. He backed up, seeing a glint in his eyes as he fell back to the floor. 

“Aya! geunyeoneun naleul dachige haessda!” The tall young male bellowed, groaning from the fall. - Ow! She hurt me! 

All eyes were on me. He was faking it! How could they not see through that horrible fake moaning? Didn’t they all see him try to advance on me?

“ani, gidalyeo! geuneun naleul goelobhyeossgo, naneun na jasin-eul byeonhohago iss-eossda!” I pleaded, looking around the room, tucking my hands close to my chest. - No, wait! He was harassing me, I was defending myself. 

One of the coaches ran over to check on the male while one of the supervisors gently escorted me out of the room. I glanced over at the other idols, especially the trainees and saw their nervous and fearful expressions. They were terrified of speaking out. If they did, the guy would have their heads and ruin their chances of breaking in the industry. 

My heart sank as I stepped out of the room, the supervisor leading me to a quiet room and said I could wait there until things calmed down. I was in the room for less than 10 minutes before there was an aggressive knock and my step-father stepped inside. 

“Jin! Thank goodness, someone who will believe me–” I sprang up from my seat, walking towards him. 

Jin closed the distance, but kept a few meters away as his face turned cold. “What were you thinking?”

“What?” I blinked, taken back by his reaction. “Jin, what are you–”

“He is our next headlining solo artist, he has a photoshoot tomorrow and now we have to reschedule,” He groaned, shaking his head in disapproval with his hands on his hips. 

“You’re taking his side?!” I gawked. 

“No, of course not, but you need a good work/life balance, Lisa. You’ve been training non-stop these last few months,” He attempted to reason with me. 

“Who’s idea was that?” I raised a brow at the man, sending him a knowing look with my arms crossed over my chest. 

“You know he likes you, why not give him an actual chance to prove himself?” He asked, appearing genuinely serious. It scared me. 

“Jin, he tried to force himself on me in front of everyone, they all saw,” I was seething, trying to keep calm to have a civil conversation. “I’m not going to date someone who's going to take advantage of me!” 

“If this gets out, it’s not just him in jeopardy, it’s the entire program, including you. Think about your future,” Jin breathed deeply, trying to keep his cool with me.

“So that’s just it? You’re not going to defend me?” I started to choke up as the tears perked in my eyes. 

“I’ll talk to his producer to have you both on separate projects for the time being, until then, think about what you did and when you’re ready to come out, you will go back in there and apologize to him,” Jin stated. 

“Apologize to him?!” I raised my voice in distress. 

“geuge majimag-iya!” He yelled before turning around and leaving the room. 

I broke down in a sob, huddling down to the floor as the world began to crumble around me. 

I never came home that summer. Why didn't I go back home? Why did I stay for so long? Why did I stay for another 2 years after that?

Footsteps caught my ear as I turned and saw an evil, twisted version of Miguel, hovering over me. I screamed as he reached for me and everything turned white. 

Present day

Lyla woke me up the next morning, her holographic figure buzzing around like a hummingbird as the tinted shades pulled up from the large window, letting in some sun shine. 

“Rise and shine, time to start the day!” She sang. 

I stirred from my slumber, the memory of Chameleon’s attempted kidnapping was still fresh in my mind so I had trouble falling asleep at first before snoozing away the rest of the night, passing out in my pillow. Then the nightmare happened. 

When my eyes fluttered open, I could taste the salt of my tears on my lips as I reached a hand to dry off the remaining remnants of the liquid from my eyes. When my vision cleared I had a minor panic attack when I realized I wasn’t waking up in my apartment. I sat up instantly, looking around, my chest rising and falling as I calmed myself down. 

I was safe. I was back at Spider-Society HQ. I was in Miguel’s room. 

Miguel’s room. 

My cheeks turned a light shade of pink as I glanced down at the bed I was in, my fingers aimlessly tracing along the fresh bed sheets. Even if Miguel’s claim was true and he didn’t sleep here very often, someone or something still went out of their way to make sure his room stayed clean. I wondered when was the last time he slept here in this very bed. 

“Hey, Earth to Lisa,” Lyla waved as she appeared in front of me. “You holding up, okay?”

“Lyla!” I jumped slightly, startled by her voice as she snapped me out of my trance. I turned to face her. “Sorry, I’m still a little groggy, I guess,” 

“Is that all?” She asked me, placing her hands on her hips. 

There was something about the look in Lyla’s eyes that made me feel like she could see right through me as I leaned back a little bit nervously. “Yes…?”

Lyla hummed, sizing me up before her lips formed into a carefree smile. “Just teasing, love! You have dance practice again today, right? Go on and get dressed,” 

“Right, I should do that,” I nodded, waving off my nerves as I climbed out of bed. 

I walked towards the bathroom, wanting to take a quick shower to get the rain water smell out of my hair from last night. Thankfully Miguel showed me how to work the controls. Wish we had stuff like this back in my dimension. 

“With that being said,” Lyla’s voice purred as I opened the door to the bathroom and I stopped, waiting anxiously as she continued, “I’ve seen the way you look at him, you know,” 

My cheeks turned a shade darker as I didn’t look back and shut the door behind me. 

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

“Good morning, Miguel,” Lyla sang in greeting as she fizzled next to Miguel. 

Miguel stood back in his lab where he had been for most of the night. After a quick power nap, he slipped back in his room to quickly shower, careful not to wake Lisa from her slumber. For a tall, muscular guy, Miguel knew how to be sneaky when he needed to be. Although he was ashamed of himself for catching a glimpse of her sleeping form. The thought made his cheeks darken and he shrugged it off instantly. 

After that, he picked up some coffee from the cafeteria and made his way back here where for the last 2 hours he was monitoring the multiverse for any anomaly disturbances. So far it had been a relatively quiet morning. Until Lyla’s voice rang in his ear.

“Morning, Lyla,” He mumbled in a greeting. 

“Hmm, someone is in a good mood this morning. You’re not as grumpy or groggy like you normally are,” Lyla commented with a snicker. 

“You’re hilarious, Lyla,” Miguel rolled his eyes at her with a scowl. 

“I try,” Lyla shrugged. 

“How is Lisa? Did she manage okay?” He asked, trying to keep his level of concern to a minimum. 

By now Lyla would have transported her back to her dimension so she could still attend her dance practice today. He hoped that she wasn’t too shaken up not to participate. He made a metal note to call her when she was done for the day so he could start helping her clean the apartment. He already had a side tab open on Earth-1218's internet browser, searching for new furniture items he thought she’d like. 

“Took her a minute to settle, but after that she slept like a baby,” Lyla smiled proudly. 

“That’s. . . That’s good,” Miguel sighed softly in relief. 

“This mood of yours wouldn’t happen to involve Lisa, wouldn’t it?” Lyla raised a curious brow as she hovered closer to Miguel’s face.

Miguel glanced over at her, raising a brow at the AI. “Lisa is safe, what else is there to be happy about?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because of how you confessed that you actually like her while on a rooftop in the rain, took care of her, and let her sleep in your room? In your bed?” Lyla spoke with a knowing smirk.

Her smirk grew even larger when she watched as Miguel whilst in the middle of sipping his coffee, spit ticked his drink, the contents blowing everywhere on his desk after he processed her question. He composed himself long enough to look back at Lyla and glared at her grinning expression. 

“You know, your Mona Lisa?” Lyla remembered in a sweet tone.

He pointed a finger at her, his voice stern. “Ni una palabra a nadie,” - Not a word to anyone 

Lyla mimicked a motion where she zipped up her lips before snapping her fingers. “My lips are sealed. I won’t make you say please this time,” 

Miguel sighed as he set the coffee mug down, reaching for a rag to clean up his mess. “Thank you, Lyla,” 

As Miguel cleaned up his desk, a soft giggle caught his ear as he looked up at one of the spare tabs. It was another old video footage of Gabriella. She was sitting on Miguel’s shoulder’s eating a cupcake he had brought her as a treat after her soccer game and she had the silly instinct to smudge the icing in his face. 

Miguel couldn’t help but smile softly at the memory. 

A second chance. No matter what form it took. No matter how small.

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[starhobie]

“ ooo , you must..be , hobie right? sorry , for migs attitude , last time we met! i'm , lyla! “ the ai , had pestered , miguel to let her appear around the spidersona's as she appeared in-front of the spider-punk. “ so..you're a good friend to , mae? “

Hobie turned his attention to the ai " Yeah I am... Eh doesn't really concern me, nice to meet ya I suppose " He took his guitar and began to strum the strings " Mae? Isn't she the one who got lost at headquarters? "