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A Two Fanged Approach
Micaela O'Hara x F!Reader X Miguel O'Hara (+18)
Miguel's variant from another universe, Micaela O'Hara, is visiting, and all he wants to do is get her off his back. It's your job, he says, to keep her busy, but Micaela doesn't appreciate being ignored.
Word count: 6658
Contents: Muscle dom femme, rough body play, size kink, oral (reader giving and recieving), finger play, biting, PinV sex, degradation and praise, voyeruism, dom/sub dynamic, threeway w the O'Hara variants.
CW: Workplace power dynamic, implied age gap (Micaela & Miguel are older than reader but reader is an adult).
Notes: was thinking about how female spiders are always like twice the size/scarier than male spiders and this happened, forgive me please lmao
‘Oh- sorry!’
You hurriedly bent to grab your papers from the floor, all while trying to garble an apology to the spider you’d just run into. You would have stayed longer to be polite but you were in a real hurry, so you just thew your apology over your shoulder before hurrying back down the long corridor ahead.
You’d been summoned to Miguel’s office, which shouldn’t have been a big deal. After all, you had been hired to help him with office and secretarial duties, so being summoned by him should be a regular occurrence, right?
Well, not for you. Miguel didn’t want help. He didn’t want a flighty little soft human bothering him with reminders, or touching any of his stuff. You’d mostly been relegated off to helping Spider Byte instead.
That is, until today.
As you approached the darkened entrance to his office you heard him call.
‘In here.’
You were always surprised that he knew you were coming, especially since he didn’t have senses like the others. You supposed your footsteps must echo.
‘Yes, sir! Coming!’
You shifted through the open door and almost immediately had to catch yourself from falling. Miguel’s office was covered in old, unfinished projects and loose electronics, making it a minor nightmare to traverse.
You hopped and scurried your way over to his floating desk, which was just a meter or so in the air.
‘Hi! Sir, yes, I’m- here. I’m here.’
Miguel turned to glance at you, his face just barely lit by the dim blue light of his monitors. His red eyes were all you could clearly see.
‘Good.’
He grunted his approval before turning back. As he turned your eyes darted, taking in the enormous, forebodingly dark room that Miguel called home, when your eyes fell on something strange. There was someone beside him. Someone huge, someone shrouded in shadow.
You frowned; who was that? You hadn’t seen anyone of that stature here before.
‘This is my- variant. Or, one of them’ Miguel said. Variant? That means this was another version of him, from a different universe? You’d never met any of his variants before.
He waved his hand dismissively at the person beside him, urging them to do an introduction. With a reluctant huff the shadowy figure stepped out into the light.
You felt your heart nearly triple over in your chest.
It was a woman. An enormous, perfectly muscled woman, peering down at you with cold and curious eyes.
And oh god, she was beautiful.
She had a similar facial structure to her counterpart. Strong jaw, sharp nose, almond eyes and thick, dark hair in a messy, curly cloud around her neck and shoulders. With the same brown skin and the same red eyes, they could have been twins.
But she was huge, easily a good few inches taller than her already hefty counterpart, and just as strong.
Your eyes seemed to move on their own, gawking at her broad rounded shoulders and heaving biceps. She was wearing the same skintight suit as Miguel in that classic blue and red scheme, which made every muscle in her body pop. Her chest was tightly bound beneath her suit but the holographic fabric clung to the counters of her form, highlighting the thickness of her waist above her broad hips.
And her thighs. They could crush you in seconds, perfectly sculpted with tense muscles and fat. They made you weak just looking at them.
Her brow went up as you mouthed at her like an idiot. You ducked your head in embarrassment.
‘Sorry, ah- Hi, it’s good to meet yo—’
‘This is Micaela’ Miguel said, quickly cutting you off. You noticed she seemed annoyed by this. Even from here you could pick up the way her full lips started to curl with disdain. Miguel didn’t bother to turn, so he remained oblivious.
‘Hi’ Micaela said, just as curt as her counterpart. You straightened to attention.
‘Ah- hi! It’s good um- I haven’t, seen you around here before.’
She cocked her head just a little. ‘You sound like that’s a bad thing.’
You felt your throat go dry. ‘I, sorry? I didn’t—’
‘Stammering. Cute. I don’t come by often because he’s a petulant child, that’s why you haven’t seen me’ she said as she cut you off. You awkwardly closed your mouth.
‘Sorry to disappoint. You looked so- excited to see me.’ Her voice dipped as she spoke, lingering on those last four words.
You hadn’t expected her to be so cocky, so confident. Miguel was stoic, cold and quiet, but her? She was blunt, but that’s where it seemed to end. And god, now you’d made yourself look like such an idiot in front of her. Could she sense it? Could she tell what you were thinking?
‘You.’
You bolted to attention as Miguel addressed you. He hadn’t bothered to turn to you either, but he had pointed a single claw in your direction.
‘Ah- yes?’ you stammered.
‘I need you to show her around, keep her busy until the meeting later. Can you—’
‘I came here to help.’
You jumped as Micaela cut him off with a bark of her own. Miguel sighed.
‘I know. And I told you, I don’t need—’
‘Ay por Dios- you need help! Your code is garbage’ she snapped. She’d put her hands on her hips and was physically leering over Miguel at this point. You noticed for the first time the bead of sweat on his forehead. Was he trying not to look intimidated?
She snapped her claws when Miguel refused to turn.
‘¡Oye, penedjo! Mírame.’
With a low grunt he pushed his holographic screen aside and spun on his heel to face her. You noticed he had to tilt his head back to meet her gaze.
You instinctively took a step back. Were you supposed to be seeing this?’
Not that you minded, though. You were such a secret slut for these big, hardened brutes after all. Just seeing them flex at each other forced you to clamp your thighs.
‘I agreed to let you attend the meeting’ Miguel said through gritted teeth. ‘That’s all I owe you. This is MY organisation, I set the rules. I don’t want you breathing down my neck.’
‘If you didn’t want me down your neck you should have learned to be competent’ she drawled sarcastically. The two narrowed their eyes in unison.
‘I said no’ he barked, and once again he pointed at you.
‘Go, take her- somewhere. I don’t care where!’
‘Don’t care where?!'
As the two devolved into another argument you felt yourself getting smaller and smaller.
‘I- I’m sorry, I’ll just- I’ll see myself out’ you mumbled. Neither seemed to hear, and so you hurried back out of his office. Their argument grew muffled in the distance.
For a few minutes you decided to pause in the corridor, your back pressed to the wall. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. God, what a shame. You’d been excited at the chance to spend time with that terrifying woman, but, maybe this was for the best. You’d probably have made a fool of yourself.
You faintly heard their argument come to an end. Silence fell over the hall.
Best to get out of here, you thought, and so you hurried to leave.
But then, right as you were about to turn a corner into the main hall, something slammed into the metal wall beside your head. The bang was enough to make you jump out of your skin.
‘AH—’
‘Hey. You.’
You spun around only to find yourself caged against the wall, your body fully eclipsed by the shadow of your assailant.
It was her. Micaela.
You felt sweat beading on your face all over again. She was so much bigger up close, how? How was that possible? You felt her breath hit your forehead and physically pinched yourself to stop whining out loud.
‘You were assigned to me’ she said, curt and to the point. You nodded.
‘Ah- I, was but you didn’t- you said you didn’t, need me.’
‘Your boss is pissing me off’ she hissed.
You noticed how they had the same inflection in their voices. The same cold, tired, drawl of a voice, verging on the edge of sarcasm.
‘Ah- I could tell. I’m- I’m sorry.’
‘He does this every time. None of our other variants are this rude.’
‘I- I’m, sure it’s just a bad day for him’ you mumbled. She wasn’t listening.
‘I’m annoyed. He has- annoyed him. And I don’t like, being annoyed.’
You slowly nodded, trying your best not to gawk at her again. ‘Ah… ahuh. Of course, ma’am.’
‘So. You’re gonna help me.’
You blinked, rapidly, as her eyes bore into your soul. You spotted her lick her fang and nearly fainted as all the blood rushed from your head to your loins.
‘F- aha, uh- sure, how- h-how can I help, ma’am?’ you said with an awkward laugh.
Her eyes narrowed to slits, just barely allowing a slither of that bloody red light to escape. You felt her hand pushing into the metal so hard it creaked and dented.
‘You were looking at me’ she said, her voice dipping.
You squeaked, your eyes widening. Just as quickly you averted them to the side. Shit, shit, you idiot, you berated yourself internally. You idiot, how are you so—
‘Good.’
You felt something brush your chin, something just out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t see it, but you felt it sting. She slowly tilted you back to face her.
It was her claw. She was poking her claw right at the underside of your jaw. You swallowed, hard, something she must have felt on her hand as she smiled.
‘I prefer when people are- honest. I prefer when I know what they want. I know what you want from me.’
You tried to nod but she refused to move her claw. It dug in again, sharp and stiff, forcing you to stay still.
‘What do you want from me?’ she asked.
Your eyes flitted across her face, noting the dark red eyes and bared fangs. You felt her claw gently brushing your skin, shifting down to your jugular. You tried to ignore the wet patch of slick now coating your panties.
‘I… I want, to please you’ you stammered.
Her smug grin widened; she seemed pleased. ‘Good. In that case, I have a job for you.’
You barely had time to make a sound as she began dragging you away. She pulled you by the wrist back towards Miguel’s office, but right before you’d have re-entered his domain she twisted you around into a storage room to the left.
She quickly shut the door at her back, leaving you both in the empty room. You noted the empty shelves, the cold hard floor, and most of all the air vent connecting the locker to his office.
‘What- what, did you need—’
‘Shut up.’
You squeaked as her lips hit yours.
‘Mm- Mm!’
Her lips were ravenous from the start. Full and rough they quickly parted, allowing her tongue to bully yours until she was down your throat. You felt your legs nearly gave way as she groped at your waist.
When she pulled back you were panting, your jaw covered in your joint saliva. She licked your spit from her lips.
‘Ah- m-ma’am’ you whined dreamily.
‘He wants me busy, I’ll get busy. I’ll make sure he knows I’m very busy.’
Your body was abruptly thrust into the locker wall.
‘Ah- m-ma’am, I’m- happy to help, but—’
Your soft pleading turned to pathetic mewls as she pressed her full weight against you. Your ribs were squeezed as she smothered your whole body, as if taking away your breath was just an effortless act. She kissed you a few more times like that, leaving you gasping for air each time.
‘If I come all the way out here for his stupid meeting, I better get something out of it. And I want that stubborn fuck to hear it.’
She used one hand to roughly yank your shirt open, relishing in the little squeak of a moan you gave.
‘You wanna get fucked, nenita?’ she whispered.
You didn’t even hesitate. You nodded, your thighs rubbing as you nestled up to her. ‘Please, please, y-yes.’
‘Good.’
She took a moment to fondle your chest, admiring the way you coyly looked to the side. She knew you weren’t embarrassed by her touches. She knew deep down you were embarrassed at how much you enjoyed being so easy.
‘I never get to fuck anything’ she grunted.
You squirmed as her hand started to slip down the front of your suit pants, eagerly squishing your belly as she went.
‘Everyone is too- weak, or scared of me. But you—’
You bit your tongue so hard to avoid moaning that you tasted blood, but she wasn’t happy with that. She bared her teeth against your cheek, a low hiss reverberating against your skin.
‘Do your job’ she barked.
You cracked immediately, letting out a loud moan. Her self-satisfied smile and accompanying grunt only made you weaker.
‘There. Better. Let him hear it. Say my name.’
‘Mi- Micaela, please—’
Your breath was stolen as she slipped her fingers beneath your panties. They were hard, calloused from years of climbing and lifting, and cruelly cold. The rush of her fingertips playing with your clit was enough to make you quiver.
‘You’re supposed to help me out’ she said. ‘Huh? Big man wants you to help me, cariño, so help me out.’
You were burning up with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.
You didn’t want your boss to hear you like this, but you knew he could. The grate between his office and here was right above your head. It would echo into his room for sure.
Her hand dug a little deeper, eagerly pressing circles into your clit as it throbbed. Your hips squirmed but her firm grip kept you in place.
‘Come on nena, just a little- louder—’
‘A-AH!’
You moaned aloud as she pushed down and slipped one finger inside you, pushing right through the wetness and up to your g-spot.
In the other room Miguel froze. He was halfway through typing out a message when he heard it. He’d sensed the mild commotion and thought nothing of it, but now he knew. He heard your moan and his counterparts order, and now they were ringing in his head.
He swallowed, hard, only to find his throat was dry. He tried to keep working.
She bit her lip as you panted, now impaled on her rough hand with your back against the wall.
‘Good girl’ she whispered. Having now gotten what she wanted her roughness slowly began to recede. She could feel her own blood pumping, and all she craved right now was to see pretty little tears on your overstimulated face.
‘You’re a sweet thing’ she murmured. Your eyes rolled as she finger fucked you, your hips wriggling incessantly to drive her deeper. You’d lost all sense of shame at this point; you’d do anything for her attention.
‘Can’t believe he hasn’t made a move. Or do you not like him?’
You mewled again as her lips hit your neck. She had to physically lift you up the wall to reach, with one hand down your panties and the other gripping your waist to hold your weight, all so her mouth could start tenderly tasting your flesh.
She could taste the sweat, the thud of your pulse in your jugular, and most importantly your hair standing on end. She could hear every desperate pant.
‘Do you like me?’ she whispered. You frantically nodded.
‘You do?’
She cruelly shifted her hand and pushed two fingers inside, starting to slowly stretch you out. Your legs kicked in midair as you winced. Two fingers wouldn’t have usually been so bad, but god, she was huge.
‘You like me?’ she repeated, her fingers arching up into your cunt. She could feel your slick pooling and slipping down her hand.
‘Y—Yes, yes—yes, I like you’ you whined.
And just like that, she dropped you. Her hands drew back and you fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, just barely catching your own weight. You looked up to catch her admiring her hand. She let you see your slick on her fingers, the shiny little strings clinging to the gaps between her claws.
‘I—did, I’m sorry, did I do something wro—’
‘No.’
You watched with wide eyes as she fell to her own knees, gently tugging you forward by the ankle. She lay you flat on your back against the hard floor. ‘No, you did nothing wrong. You’re my good girl.’
Your eyelids fluttered in response to her soft praise. It was the perfect distraction, as she then went right into ripping your suit apart.
‘But I’m gonna need you to be bad for me.’
You squeaked as she clawed your suit from throat to cunt, easily splitting the material in two. In seconds you were naked.
‘W-Wait, I needed that—’
‘Mmm. That’s better.’
Micaela raised her hand and waved away her own holographic suit, revealing beneath a firm white tank-top binder and a matching white thong. They sat so pretty on her warm skin; you damn near choked at the sight.
She was just so pretty. Beneath the suit you could see the scars on her thickened abs. You could see that she didn’t bother to shave, leaving dark hair coated her armpits. You saw she had a little snail trail of dark hair on her navel, the perfect arrow pointing down to her inner thighs. You struggled not to stare.
As she stretched you got to see her bare biceps flex. You knew those things could crush you in a second, and secretly prayed that they would.
‘Come here, nena.’
With one hand she pinned your wrists above your head and used the other to roughly grab at your chest. You gasped at the feel of her palm as it squished and kneaded your breast, eagerly letting the flesh squeeze between her thick fingers. She was biting her lip again at this point.
‘Everyone’s so afraid of me’ she purred. ‘But those sounds you make- fuck, that’s so pretty.’
She bent down and ran her tongue around your nipple as you squirmed, relishing in the pathetic begging that dripped from your lips. You could feel her shifting your breast up to her lips.
‘Are you scared of me?’ she whispered.
In the heat of the moment, you couldn’t lie. You nodded.
‘Y-Yeah, but—’
‘But you like that, don’t you?’
You nodded again, uncaring how you looked at this point. You were aching to be touched. Your poor pussy had been stretched out and then abandoned, and now all you could feel was her hot breath on your sensitive chest.
To your great relief, she smiled at that.
‘Good girl. Smart girl.’
She mercifully began to suck on your breast, all while her hand drifted back down. With your body now naked and spread on the floor it was easy for her fingers to slip back inside you, squishing and filling those warm walls with her thick digits.
You squirmed on her hand, whining at the sensation, which unfortunately was to her displeasure. She released your breast with a soft pop and bit your shoulder instead.
‘A-AH—’
‘Be good’ she hissed as she unclamped your skin. She’d just barely pierced it.
‘Y-Yes, sorry. I’ll be good.’
Her smile made you dizzy. ‘Good girl. That’s it. Now stay still.’
You struggled to obey as her lips returned to your chest, eagerly sucking one after and other until your nipples were perky and hardened. Her fingers went right back to fucking her name out of your mouth.
‘F-Fuck, Micaela—’
‘That’s it. Louder.’
‘Micaela!’
Her fingers got harder, rougher, squishing in and out until you squirted over her palm.
‘Louder.’
‘Micaela! Please, fuck--!’
Her thumb hit your swollen clit as she continued to pulse her digits inside you.
‘You want me to let my claws slip?’ she purred. You spasmed with pleasure at just the thought.
‘MM- Fuck- fuck ‘s so good, please--!’
BANG.
You jolted as someone hit the door.
‘¡OYE! Micaela, that’s enough!’
All the blood rushed from your face. Shit, shit, shit. It was Miguel.
To your horror Micaela didn’t stop. She continued fucking your spread cunt in view of the door while her tender lips kissed your chest, forcing you to bite back your moans.
‘How ‘bout you stop me?’ she snapped back.
For a moment there was silence, and you were sure Miguel must have left. But you were horribly mistaken.
The door swung open, bouncing on its hinges as it slammed into the opposing wall. Miguel’s terrifying figure filled the door.
You squirmed desperately but Micaela kept you down.
‘You are so—’
He froze as his eyes adjusted to the light.
He was met with the sight of your naked body on the floor, your suit in tatters, with Micaela eagerly spreading you wide as she continued to suck on your breasts. You were forced to make eye contact with him as you whimpered and moaned.
‘Y—’
Miguel choked on any response he could have given.
He had to just stand there, watching, until Micaela finally drew back her lips.
‘Thanks for lending me this one’ Micaela purred. Her grip tightened on your wrists until they hurt, just to show off her bulging biceps. She continued to slowly fill you up as Miguel just stared.
You could see his suit straining to contain his cock as it throbbed. Your face burned with embarrassment as he got a full view of your spread legs and your soft, tight, barely touched pussy.
You hated it, but you kind of wanted him to see. You wanted to feel how his calloused hands would handle you. God, were you always this desperate?
‘Mm—’
Miguel bit back a soft moan, something Micaela quickly picked up. Her eyes glinted as she formed a new plan.
‘You can have her.’
You saw Miguel’s eyes dart back as she spoke. You whined as Micaela withdrew her fingers, letting him gawk at your spread cunt. It was dripping wet, hot and pulsing, clenching around nothing. She spread her claws wide so he could see the strings of slick still clinging to them.
‘Go on, nena. You want poor, sad, lonely Miguel to fuck you?’ Micaela cooed.
You couldn’t help it. You kept your eyes closed as you couldn’t bear to face him, but you nodded.
Micaela noticed Miguel palming his cock through his suit. His eyes were on your chest, on your trembling thighs, and they were hungry.
‘I’ll let you fuck her too, but- only if you let me help you.’
Miguel curled his lip, flashing just the inch of a fang. ‘I don’t need your permission’ he grunted. ‘If she wants it, I’ll fuck her.’
The words made you mewl with delight, and he began to palm him cock even harder. His enjoyment was short lived, however, as Micaela was once again displeased.
She reared herself up and bared her teeth, eagerly flexing her back and shoulder muscles. It was a territorial display.
Despite his neediness, Miguel backed down. Female spiders were always bigger, after all. Bigger, stronger, and most famously known for devouring males who got in their way.
Despite how terrifying Miguel was to everyone else, he was stuck in a room with the one person who outranked him: himself. He sighed.
‘Fine. You can help. Now- hand her over.’
Micaela smirked. She gave you one long, lingering kiss before shuffling to your head, making room for Miguel. You prepared yourself to be used by both of them.
When he dropped down to his knees he grabbed your thighs first, gently squeezing the fat and muscle before grabbing your ankles to push your legs up. You obediently folded for him. After all, you didn’t have a choice. He was so strong that if he pushed any harder he could have snapped your bones.
‘Good girl’ he grunted. ‘I’ll try to be gentle. Just- be still for me.’
Even now he was still so stilted, so professional.
You watched as he phased away his suit, revealing that he was almost completely naked underneath spare a thin pair of boxers. When he yanked them down his erect cock sprung out so hard that it slapped his lower belly before hitting your clit, smearing your thighs and labia with thick beads of precum.
Your breath came ragged as you struggled to contain yourself.
He was girthy to say the least, his cock veiny and firm, and he was covered in dark hair from his chest to his pelvis. His skin was scarred and rough. He was so pretty.
‘Good girl’ he repeated. You watched him stroke himself a couple of times as his free hand gently brushed your sex. He used two fingers to spread your lips, seeming almost curious as he stroked over those sensitive folds. You squirmed a little.
‘Sh. I said still.’
Despite his attempt to sound gentle he couldn’t help but order you around. You obediently lay back, much to Micaela’s amusement. She started showering your face with kisses as you were both made to wait.
‘Ay, que chula’ Miguel mumbled to himself. Just out of the corner of your eye, you could see him rubbing his cock against your folds. You could see his abs rolling and tensing with each slow snap of his hips, and the gorgeous way his eyes rolled and closed as he savoured the feeling.
You would have gawked at him longer had Micaela not demanded your attention once more.
Your head was jerked back into position as she suddenly mounted your face. Her hefty thighs came down on either side of your skull, caging you in, and you got to watch as she stretched and arched her back above you. It was awe inspiring, enough to make you weak.
You felt rather than saw Miguel preparing your body. You felt him spreading your legs as he got onto his knees, spreading your cunt, pushing his own muscled body into a mounting position. He had you in a mating press.
You whimpered slightly. Micaela was sitting with her legs on your arms so you couldn’t move at all, you were forced to stay very still as Miguel began angling himself.
‘Remember, nena, your job was to keep me busy, and now it’s to be good so I can get what I want’ Micaela purred. She slid a finger into your mouth to keep you distracted while Miguel began pushing in.
You winced; You could feel his bulbous member pushing at your cunt, and even through you’d been pre-stretched you could feel it was going to be a tight squeeze.
You clenched just an inch of his cock and he grunted.
‘Mmm- fuck, it’s been too long’ he whined. ‘You’re so tight already.’
‘Be nice to her old man, don’t hurt her to much’ Micaela teased.
‘Not my fault she likes them older, or- bigger’ he grunted. You squeaked and choked on her finger as you felt him press his claws into your legs, pushing them down as he shuffled into a more comfortable position.
He was going to fuck you.
‘Shh, you can take it’ Micaela purred. ‘You want it big, don’t you? You want to help me out.’
You internally braced.
‘Just focus on me, focus on me—’
‘MM—!’
You cried aloud as he started to pump his cock inside you. He got about halfway in with his first thrust, easily splitting you in half, but to bottom out he had to gently hump to get your muscles to loosen. He was smart enough to put his thumb on your clit to help ease you up, and it worked a treat.
A few hard thrusts later and he’d penetrated you completely. A low, guttural groan reverberated in his throat as he came to a stop, willing himself still to enjoy the sensation.
You could feel the bite of his pelvic muscles on your thighs, the pressure of his balls on your ass as he squeezed up against you. There was a slight burn as he stretched you, a deep-seated ache where his shaft was kissing your cervix. For you, though, that was part of the fun.
‘F-Fuck, yes—’
‘Oo, she likes you’ Micaela teased. ‘You like the little toy I got for us nena, huh?’
‘Fuck you’ Miguel grunted back. You squeaked as the two suddenly hissed at each other, fangs bared and shoulders tensed, leaving you trapped beneath the two. You felt your heart thudding against your frail little ribs as you realized, truly, what you’d done.
You’d let this terrifying, infinitely powerful woman strip you naked and pin you to the floor, and on top of that you’d then let your equally terrifying boss penetrate you on his fat cock. Two people with far too much power over you, two people who could crush you in a second. Older, more experienced, more established, both holding your bare body down in a closet to be fucked.
And fuck was it good. You involuntarily shivered and moaned, your muscles clenching Miguel tight. Immediately he retracted his fangs and groaned right back. Micaela’s surprise overtook her anger.
‘Oh? Nena, you little slut.’ She turned back to you and smirked, tenderly tilting your chin. ‘Sorry, were we not paying you enough attention? Go ahead Miguel, fuck her silly.’
The two decided to forget their grievances in exchange for your body. Miguel wouldn’t dare actually snap at Micaela, as he couldn’t stand the idea of her pushing him out. He could take a little degradation for this pussy. For that tight, wet, fuckable pussy, he’d take anything.
Your eyes rolled as he started to jolt your body back and forth.
‘Are you a good toy, Miguel?’ she called over her shoulder.
‘Yes’ he grunted threw gritted teeth. To stabilize his ego he started to thrust harder, firmly smacking his hips into your rear. A thick, lurid symphony began to fill that small room; the wet squish of your cunt, the heavy breathing from Miguel, the soft giggling from Micaela and the smack of his pelvis on your ass.
‘Do you fuck all the visitors who come here?’ Micaela whispered. She saw you whimper and grinned, her fangs flashing.
‘Is this even the first time you’ve fucked your boss? It wouldn’t be if you were from my universe’ she purred. ‘I’d have you bent over my desk 24/7, and you know I wouldn’t stop if someone came in. I bet he tries to hide you.’
‘No’ Miguel grunted. ‘She’s- a good girl, usually, I didn’t know she- mmm, fuck- was so cock hungry.’
‘Then you’re an idiot’ Micaela scoffed. ‘I knew right away. Or, maybe she just doesn’t like you as much.’
‘Ah-- I’d say- she likes me just fine.’
As if to prove his point Miguel thrust in deep, just barely kissing your cervix. You cried out as your body jolted.
‘She just needs a little extra me, then.’
You watched from your frozen position as she started to gently push her thong aside, revealing her bare sex just inches from your lips. She noted your wet lips, your soft pants, your dreamy expression as you were fucked into a state of dumb pleasure.
‘You want to keep me busy, nena?’ she asked softly. You jumped at the chance.
‘Ah- fuck, yes- please, please—’
‘My god, you slut. You know I could crush your head right?’
You felt her thighs squeezing in on either side of your head, applying a firm but controlled dose of fear.
Miguel gasped as you clenched him in response, eagerly squirting slick all over his thighs.
‘Ah- fuck, whatever you’re doing, do more of it’ he panted.
‘Oh, does she like that?’
Her thighs tightened again, squeezing every stupid thought out of your pretty little head. All you could hear now was the faint, muffled smack of Miguels cock entering you over, and over, and over again. You felt like your eyes hit the back of your skull.
‘¡Oye! You don’t get to stop.’
She snapped her claws as a warning, and in a frantic move you parted your lips in preparation. She rolled her eyes and laughed as she slowly lowered her pussy to your mouth. She smothered you with it.
Her soft moans were so unbearably gratifying. It was enough to give you goosebumps.
You moved your lips and started gently sucking on the soft nub of her clit, eagerly arching your neck to get closer. God, she tasted so fucking good. So soft, velvety and warm, throbbing on your tongue.
‘Fuck- your tongue is so soft’ she breathed.
You widened your lips so you could taste more, tongue more, carefully winding it over her spread lips. Every one of your senses was bombarded here. Her smell, the smell of sweat and body spray and body oil, mixed with the taste and the warmth and the soft sound of her moaning.
Between the feeling of Miguel slipping inside you, his cock eagerly throbbing in your guts, and Micaela’s soft pussy drenching your lips, you were utterly lost. You were their pet at this point.
You squeaked slightly as she started to ride your face.
‘That’s it, good girl. Put that pretty mouth to good use for once.’
You started to suck harder as she continued to grind against your tongue.
You were torn between the two. Your cunt had been absolutely ravaged by Miguel. You were a gaping mess utterly stuffed with his cock, dripping pre-cum and slick onto the floor until a puddle formed around your ass. You could feel his claws digging in as he rutted between your legs, his breathing rapidly getting harder and harder.
And Micaela, that beautiful woman, had ravaged everything else. Your head was faint, your face wet with her slick, your tongue and jaw exhausted. Your soul was broken. She’d broken you down and you didn’t care one bit.
You let your mind go blank as they both started speeding up to completion.
‘Can- mm, fuck, so tight- can I make her cum?’ Miguel panted. He was pussy drunk at this point, barely getting the words out.
‘You’re asking permission now?’ Micaela scoffed.
He grunted with disdain for her smug attitude, but he did bow his head.
‘Yes, just—fuck—I want to feel it.’
‘Mm… What do you think nena, do you want to cum?’
Your words were completely muffled by her pussy. You tried to say yes but she refused to move, instead biting her lip as you were forced to continue gently eating her out.
‘Mmhm. I think she said yes, but, she wants me to make her cum.’
Micaela carefully arched her back, leaning her arm around until it found your belly. She drifted one finger down to your swollen clit, teasing it lightly, watching for your response. You immediately screamed.
‘MMF—!’
Your clit was throbbing, pulsing, desperate for relief. Just that single brush was enough to almost make you cum. You squirted all over Miguel’s thighs for the second time.
‘M-mm- Tu pucha está apretada, estás mojadita’ Miguel whined to himself.
‘I think you’ve pussy whipped that man’s soul out of his body’ Micaela giggled down at you. You didn’t need her to tell you that though; the rough, heavy bulge in your belly from where Miguel was aggressively fucking to completion was enough to tell you that.
As Miguel’s thrusts became erratic Micaela continued to move her finger on your clit, pushing you to cum, and you continued pleasuring her with your tongue.
There was a three-way peak, a slow rise to a messy finish. All three of you lost all sense of higher thought. You were teetering on the edge.
Micaela was the first to tip.
She came on your mouth with a guttural cry, her hips bucking of their own volition with each spasm of pleasure. You were fully suffocated beneath her hips.
And that was enough to tip you over too.
Your whole body jolted and tensed as you orgasmed around Miguel’s cock. Your screams were muffled but Micaela felt them, her eyes now closed and her lips parted in a dreamy smile as your pleasure vibrated on her clit.
Your pussy clenched hard and your legs shook harder, which proved too much for Miguel. He couldn’t muster the strength to pull out. His whole body quivered as he came inside you.
‘F-Fuck- that’s it!’
You were dizzy for lack of oxygen. All you could really feel was Micaela’s pussy throbbing as it gushed slick over your mouth and Miguel’s ejaculate filling you to the brim.
It was strangely comforting. It was warm on your sore, overstimulated pussy, thick and heavy as it coated every wall it could. You felt it sliding down your thighs as he slowly rocked to a stop.
Micaela had the sense to move off your face only at the last second before you passed out. She subtly shifted her panties back over, before planting a soft peck on your ravaged lips.
‘Good girl, well done.’
You were utterly spent at this point. You were quivering, naked, hot and wet and coated in multiple fluids. Your lungs were burning from going so long without breathing.
Miguel, too, looked exhausted. His fangs had involuntarily spurted venom and it was now dribbling down his jaw, lighting coating your already messy thighs. Micaela’s turned and snorted at him.
‘Wow. Really? Are you serious?’
He shot her a disdainful glare as he wiped his mouth.
‘You weren’t worried about cumming in her? At all? Aren’t you supposed to be all paranoid about unforeseen consequences?’ she teased.
‘I’ll get it fixed’ he grunted. As you shakily shifted onto your elbows Miguel pulled up his boxers and phased on his suit, fully covering his face. He paused only to lightly pet your head before leaving.
‘Come by and show me your code when you’re decent’ he snapped at Micaela. She smirked to herself.
Without another word to either of you he left, but you could faintly hear him on the other side of the door before he shut it, whispering into his watch.
‘Lyla? Can you, um- can you, move my secretary’s desk into my office? Yes, put it across from mine. Good.’
With Miguel gone you collapsed back onto the floor. Micaela continued to sit with you, her legs crossed and her clawed hand gently soothing your head as she stroked it.
‘He’s going to want to fuck you again’ she purred softly. You let out a low moan.
‘You want him to, don’t you? You want him to bend you over the desk?’
You coyly nodded, much to her amusement.
‘I’ll let you fuck him again’ she said, letting out a dramatic sigh. You watched as she leant back against the wall with one hand behind her head. ‘But, you’re not allowed to cum for him. Make him work for it, but don’t ever give in. And—’
She paused mid-sentence to chuck something at you. When you lifted it to your face, you realized it was a dimensional hopping watch.
‘You come visit me. Then you’ll be permitted to cum, but only then. Only for me.’
‘Y-yes, ma’am’ you stammered. She let out another deep laugh.
‘Oh, nena. You’re such a good girl.’
#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#smut#smut fanfiction#+18#femme miguel#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x reader#micaela o'hara
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She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara x Reader | Part I
I support women's rights and wrongs.
cw: toxic situationships, pathetic Miguel O'Hara, femme fatale reader, suggestive situations.
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I love her so bad but she treats me like shit.
Miguel knows it's wrong. Hell, he has known from day one she was never someone anyone should ever get involved with. Oh, how he wishes he was strong enough to lock her up and throw away the key that held his love for her.
Oh, take this veil from off my eyes.
''Hey, big guy.'' His body tensed up when he heard the voice coming from behind him. His heart aches. He hates when you do that, showing up all smug as if you don't disappear for days, contacting him only when you need him.
''I missed you.'' He barely glanced down at you, noting how you always appear to make yourself smaller, even more adorable. Your soft, small hands running up and down the muscles on his back before your arms wrap themselves around his waist.
''... why do you do this to me?'' Is all he can ask, turning around and leaning down as he picks you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist while your arms hold his neck for support, face nuzzling his neck as you take in his scent. He closes his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the way your body fits perfectly on his.
''Do what? I like you— You're the best.'' A soft kiss is delivered to his jaw and he flinches slightly, breath hitching and neck growing rigid as you keep brushing your soft lips against it. He hates how his whole body language changes to show a degree of submission to you. He, the Spider-Man 2099, a 6'9 beast of a man who can tear through anything with his sharp claws and talons, becoming absolute putty under the hands of a villain much smaller than him.
''You know... You're the only superhero I like. Not only because you give me money— I mean, a big part is because of it, but you also look cool.'' You praise lazily, knowing he'd love any compliment coming from your lips.
''You know what? ... You're my favorite villain.'' I hate myself. His body is still tense from holding you so close, yet he can't help but want you, despite all he knows about you. Despite the way you use and abuse him. His voice is husky, but it's true; he's completely under your spell. A soft snicker comes from your lips, instantly making him roll his eyes.
''How much do you need this time?'' He changes the topic. He has a feeling and he knows you'll ask for a big amount of money, but he wants to hear you say it. He already pays for your lifestyle, yet somehow that's not enough for you, so he bends backwards to please you and avoid anything that can make you angry, upset, or leave. He has the money for it, anyway.
''Hmm... Just around $3000.'' You shrug your shoulders and look up at him with the same cat-like grin that makes his knees weak every. single. time.
''Just three grand?'' His shock is clearly feigned, yet you still snicker softly and his eyes lose a tiny bit of the edge in them. ''if it'll make you shut up for another 10 minutes, I'll give it to you.'' He shrugs his shoulders, acting uninterested as if he wouldn't lose his shit if you actually didn't talk to him for 10 minutes after your return.
''After that, I'll stop for a while. I'm not your cashcow.'' He adds as an afterthought, giving you a sharp look.
''You're not?'' You ask teasingly, voice laced with mirth as your lips brush against his neck again, planting a kiss right on his pulse. ''What if I do this, papi?'' Your tone is seductive, voice barely above a whisper. Miguel nearly stumbles back in surprise, plump lips parting slightly before he regains his composure. It takes everything he has in him to stay still, allowing your warm tongue to lick a clean line across his neck, muscles tensing up under the warm mass.
''You little—'' He can't even finish his sentence, your lips latching onto his neck after his suit disengages just enough to give you space to kiss, sucking on the previously covered skin as you leave your mark.
''Little what...? Little slut?'' You tease, gently licking the mark you made before starting to make a new one right below, being mindful enough to make sure that body part will be covered by his hologram suit.
''... Yes.'' He gasps softly in surrender, a low moan escaping his parted lips as he holds you even tighter, his fingers digging into the fabric of your clothes. He can feel his entire body shake from his knees up.
''When will I get the money?'' You finally let go of his poor, now marked up neck, looking up at him with the same smirk that he sees on his dreams and nightmares.
Miguel takes a second to catch his breath, looking around to make sure no one is near his office before he replies to you. ''When do you need it? Today? Tomorrow?'' His tone is even and businesslike now that he regained his breath.
''Today would be great.'' He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, internally slapping himself yet wondering how someone so beautiful could be so evil. So shamelessly manipulative.
''You'll have it by tonight.'' He confirmed, his voice firmer and his expression serious as he looked down at you, still carrying you like you weight nothing— and for a man his height, you don't.
''But it'll be the last time. I'm not giving you any more money after this.'' He adds while looking at one of his monitors, afraid to look at you in fear of his resolve wavering.
''So I'll have to ask another man for money, Miguel...?'' Your tone is controlled and dangerous, though he can hear you feigning sadness at the news. Your hand holds his cheek, thumb right below his high cheekbone as you force him to look at you. ''What if he wants something else from me?''
Miguel bites his tongue and clenches his fists. God fucking dammit. He knows better than this. He hates when you make it all about you, and he hates how he falls for it every single time, as if he didn't know all your tactics by now.
''... Fine. You can have your money.'' His voice is rough, almost a growl, yet he knows better than to argue.
''You're amazing!'' You praise, arms raising slightly as you fake excitement, as if you didn't know he'd relent anyway. He rolls his eyes, a huff of air coming out of his nose as he gives you an unamused look.
''I'm doing what any good man would do, mami.'' Keep telling yourself that. ''And I'm not amazing, I'm a dumbass.'' He knows full well he's being played by you, that you'll turn those comments on him and use them as ammo, yet he doesn't care. The truth hurts either way, so he chooses to ignore it, he chooses to ignore the little voice in the back of his head and he chooses to love you.
''I'm serious.'' You give him an honest smile— something totally different from those teasing and smug grins you give him when you get your way. Just a pure smile that shows you're having fun with him, in a good way.
His gaze softens slightly when he realizes how honest your smile looks, the way it reaches your eyes and lights them up like stars he could gaze at for eternity, yet eventually the sun has to rise, this time in the form of the harsh reality.
''I see right through you, muñeca. I know your game.'' Miguel says, not rudely and his words don't hold his usual snark.
''It was never a secret.'' You shrug your shoulders, clearly not affected by him knowing you're playing him like a fiddle.
''Never said it was.'' The corners of his lips pull up in a subtle, knowing smirk as he looks down at you. ''But you should know that even without all the manipulation and the games... I'd do anything to help you. I'm a sucker for you, mami.''
''You'd do anything for me?'' Of course that's all you got out of his sentence.
''... Obviously not anything. I draw certain lines.'' He answers with pure honesty, trying to make it seem cool despite having you so close to him. ''But you know me. It doesn't take much to get whatever you want out of me.'' My heart is more yours than mine.
The corners of your lips tilt up into the smirk he knows all too well, yet you don't reply, simply staring up at him with your head slightly tilted to the side, examining his features like you have him under a microscope.
''You could have any woman... so why me?'' You ask curiously, the question that has been eating at your brain finally leaving your lips.
''Why not you?'' He turns the question to you, eyebrows slightly raised as he gives you a knowing look before elaborating. ''You're smart, charismatic, beautiful... Why any other woman when you have it all?'' You hum in acknowledgement, thinking about his words.
''Is it tiring? Loving me?'' Your tone is much more honest this time, as if you're deep in thought. His heart fills with fake hope as he sees your honest expression.
''Tiring? No...'' He replies in a whisper, voice rough for a moment as he thinks about it. ''No, mami, but it's hard.'' He matches your honesty, adjusting you so you're more comfortable as he carries you.
''I know you use me, but I still love you either way. It drives me crazy.'' He admits with a soft chuckle, a small smile on his lips despite the hurt in his eyes, showing you just how honest he's with you.
#miguel o'hara#miguel ohara#miguel spiderman#across the spiderverse#atsv miguel#miguel 2099#atsv#miguel x reader#miguel x fem!reader#miguel spiderverse#miguel x you#spiderman 2099#miguel o hara#spiderman atsv#miguel ohara x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#femme fatale#toxic love#toxic relationship#toxic people#female manipulator#angst#miguel atsv#atsv x reader#atsv x you#atsv x y/n
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'cause the sun's engaged to the sky and my best friend's found a new guy
#okay so you remember the doodles i scrapped a few days ago#well#i found out what i wanted to do#and i think i've peaked#its awful im so proud of it but also crisis#its just a testament to how violently ill spiderparents make me#spiderparents#atsv#spiderdads#pbmj#miguel ohara#peter b parker#mary jane watson#spiderman 2099#fanart#hearts!work#hearts! 2023#insert femme presenting nipple joke i have seriously no idea how this is gonna go down on tumblr
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#MORE FEMME MIGUEL#do we call her michelle#i like this name a lot#Michelle o'hara#???#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara#spider man across the spider verse#spiderman 2099#atsv lyla
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I just know Miguel would use his ceo money on every Hello Kitty/Sanrio related thing he sees n buys it for me, I just know he would. He a “aye, I stopped by at Marshall’s n found this for u <3” type boyfie. And if we’re at the store together, u best believe my man is hunting for hk merch right along w me.
#yes he’s a hello kitty bf#my big scary man sleeps in my small hello kitty hyper pink femme bed#it’s true#miguel o'hara#miguel atsv#sugar daddy!miguel#miguel x you
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Miguel O'Hara in "Infinitely More: Kiss to Build a Dream On - Valentine's Special." SFW version.
[NSFW version will be posted later!]
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara fanart#spiderman 2099#spiderman fanart#sfw art#spiderverse fanart#miguel o'hara x reader#femme fatale#homme fatale#atsv fanart#across the spiderverse#pink#cute#lace underwear#sexy lace lingerie#age lines!#silver hair!!#a silver fox
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Festival Cuca Monga 2023: Alvalade chamou por por eles e eles retribuíram
Uma celebração da música portuguesa e da amizade, feita por músicos experientes que sabem o que é preciso para montar um bom espetáculo
Uma celebração da música portuguesa e da amizade, feita por músicos experientes que sabem o que é preciso para montar um bom espetáculo.
A Cuca Monga é mais do que uma editora. É um coletivo artístico, é uma promotora de eventos, é um grupo de amigos, como explicou ao Altamont Domingos Coimbra, dos Capitão Fausto. É, sobretudo, um conjunto de pessoas com uma enorme dedicação a todos os projetos…
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#a sul#benjamim#capitão fausto#cuca monga#Femme Falafel#Francisco Fontes#Gorjão#Hércules#Jasmim#miguel marôco#salto#Samuel Úria#tomas wallenstein
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meditationen über don quijote s. 05 - 101, Ästhetik in der Straßenbahn, José Ortega y Gasset, bd. 224 "volk und welt spektrum", Verlag Volk und Welt Berlin 1987
#meditaciones del don quijote#josé ortega y gasset#1914#ästhetik in der straßenbahn#essays#spektrum#volk und welt#berlin#1987#don quixote#miguel de cervantes#dichtung und wahrheit#goethe#hamburgische dramaturgie#lessing#the man who killed don quixote#ashes of time#la femme aux bottes rouges#the seventh seal#books
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La Femme d’à côté (François Truffaut, 1981)
Por lo general, las películas de Truffaut son claras, tenues, suaves, frágiles, sencillas y pequeñas —no necesariamente menores: es una cuestión de formato y dimensiones, no de categoría artística; todas las de Bresson, por ejemplo, son «pequeñas»—. La Femme d'à côté (La mujer de al lado, 1981) es más clara todavía, pero además es seca, sobria y áspera, dura y elemental.
Casi siempre tienen atractivos suficientes —y variados— como para que cualquiera pueda hallar algo en ellas que le agrade, interese o conmueva; de la cantidad que encuentre, y de la que pida, depende el grado de satisfacción de cada cual. El caso es que desde tiempos ya lejanos, por lo menos desde Jules et Jim (1961), el cine de Truffaut apenas agita las aguas estancadas de una crítica y una afición en trance de desvanecimiento progresivo: difícilmente puede indignar y el contento que procura es más bien de carácter íntimo y recogido, del que apenas se siente deseo de comunicar a los amigos o de vocear en la calle (lo contrario que una obra tan viva, amplia, liberadora, expansiva y contagiosa como Hatari!, de Hawks, por citar la última que he vuelto a ver). Como son además narraciones pausadas y ordenadas, apacibles y moderadas hasta cuando su materia bordea el delirio, el vértigo, lo turbio, lo criminal o lo amatorio, choca la apasionada y decididamente sostenida tozudez con que, siempre de tarde en tarde y cada vez con menos asiduidad, se adentra Truffaut en las zonas de sombra de sus personajes, de los lazos que les atan y de los tajos o desenlaces que promueven el paso del tiempo, la acumulación de circunstancias, un suceso fortuito, un malentendido. Porque Truffaut sólo se atreve a cruzar la línea de penumbra cuando, cubierto por un gran éxito comercial anterior, se siente tan seguro de sí mismo que cede a la tentadora llamada de lo impenetrable, incluso para él; y en parte porque —lo sea o no realmente— así se lo exige su discreción, que entonces conduce no a la superficie o la apariencia, sino al misterio; su sumisión a la lógica le lleva, por otra parte, a una poco llamativa desmesura, y esa misma renuncia a la pretensión resulta provocadora. Por eso, películas como La mujer de al lado tienen la virtud de que cortan, dividen en dos bandos no ya irreconciliables, sino entre los que no cabe diálogo alguno: no han visto la misma película, o, mejor dicho, sí es la misma, pero unos la han visto y otros no han querido verla. Porque al contrario que, por ejemplo, El último metro (1980) —donde uno puede seleccionar las escenas y hasta los gestos que le gustan o interesan, contarlos y decidir si vale o no la pena—, La mujer de al lado constituye un bloque monolítico, que avanza indetenible según el rumbo fijado por su autor, que no es divisible y que incluso se resiste, denso, desnudo y opaco, al análisis crítico.
Más allá de oscuros rencores personales, que hagan que unos detesten al personaje principal femenino y otros al masculino, si no a ambos por igual y de paso a los secundarios, creo que esa dureza compacta de la película es lo que la hace odiosa para sus detractores. La mujer de al lado se presenta, desde su arranque de urgencia, como un misterio, anunciado por una toma aérea —de ojo omnisciente— y una voz en off que nos conduce al pasado. Lo grave es que cuando concluye la película el misterio permanece: la vuelta al punto de vista elevado no presupone ya sabiduría y amplitud panorámica, sino distancia infranqueable, impotencia ante lo ajeno, limitación insalvable de la perspectiva exterior. Cierto que la narradora, Odile Jouve (Véronique Silver), nos ha referido parte de la historia de Bernard (Gérard Depardieu) y Mathilde (Fanny Ardant), pero a través de sus comentarios nos ha revelado menos acerca de ellos que sobre sí misma. No podía ser de otro modo, pues la pasión que realmente padecen —como una enfermedad incurable y propensa a las recaídas— los amantes, pese a su reticencia o contrariedad inicial o posterior, prematura o tardía, hasta que logran que se consuma —por falta de materia combustible, no de fuego— es estrictamente incomprensible desde fuera de ellos para los demás e incluso, mientras arden con ella, para ellos mismos, que están fuera de sí, pero son reincidentes y saben que no se trata de arriesgarse a ver el fin, acaso feliz, de un encuentro que puede ser aciago, sino del remake o la repetición —sin rectificar nada— de una relación condenada a acabar mal. Se trata, pues, de dos amantes malditos, pero de verdad: «La culpa no está en las estrellas, sino en nosotros mismos», vino a decir Shakespeare, y aquí vemos que no son los remordimientos, la culpa, la moral, la religión, la familia —bien comprensivos y civilizados se muestran los respectivos cónyuges cuando llegan a enterarse: no se trata de un drama de adulterio, ni de triángulo, ni de amores culpables—, la sociedad, la economía, la guerra, una catástrofe, la divergencia de ideas o culturas o edades, la locura, el azar o el destino, qué va: la de Bernard y Mathilde es una relación maldita, porque se son funestos el uno al otro y, sin embargo, poco pueden —en los momentos que quieren— resistirse: ni para sustraerse a la atracción que sobre cada cual ejerce su pareja, ni para, una vez reunidos, soportarse. Porque no es que sean incapaces de vivir a solas o con otros —ninguno de sus matrimonios parece brillante, pero tampoco insufrible; ni siquiera consta que antes de reencontrarse como vecinos se recordasen o echasen de menos—, sino que algo falla en ellos, en su relación. En cuanto transcurren unas horas su mezcla da lugar a una combinación inestable, que pronto se deteriora, se pudre, se hace explosiva; tal vez su error estribe en aspirar a la unión permanente, a lo definitivo, al «para siempre»; tal vez han tenido la mala suerte de enamorarse de quien no debían, de cruzarse antes con el doble oscuro de la persona destinada.
Es esta historia, ante todo, lo que perturba, desasosiega y fastidia a muchos. Además, les irrita que no sea «de época» o irrealista, que no se adelanten explicaciones psicológicas o sociales ni se detecte un barniz «romántico» o «poético» que justifique tal carencia o que «sublime» el mortal fracaso del segundo intento de vivir tan elemental relación. Todo esto, que ya agrava el malhumor de quien siente que le cierran el paso —porque no es asunto suyo— al corazón de los hechos, resulta especialmente molesto para el crítico que tiene que definir la película y se encuentra con que su colección de etiquetas no le sirve, de modo que opta por acusar a Truffaut de no haber hecho ni un melodrama, ni una tragedia, ni una crónica social, ni un retrato psicológico, ni... (al final, el crítico en cuestión rompe los papeles furioso). Lo que sucede es, sin embargo, muy simple: que para narrarnos una de sus historias más simples, inquietantes y confidenciales —Los 400 golpes, Tirez sur le pianiste, Fahrenheit 451, La sirena del Mississippi, Diario íntimo de Adèle H., El amante del amor, no todas de las más logradas, y sospecho que las inéditas La Chambre verte y L'Amour en fuite, ambas inéditas en España—, Truffaut se ha servido, como en La piel suave (que seguía siendo hasta ahora su obra más madura, aunque no la mejor), de la precisión quirúrgica, de la dureza, del despojamiento —de personajes, de detalles, de anécdotas, de decorados— y de la fijeza de que permiten dominar plenamente el tiempo y el espacio de una película desde que empieza hasta que termina. Por eso esta película, que me hizo pensar en la sublime obra repudiada por Dreyer, Tva människor (1944), acaba por acercarse al Hitchcock más profundo y peligroso, aunque ni un solo encuadre acuse el influjo del maestro; le faltan carnalidad, crudeza y sexualidad para parecerse de verdad a Pialat, pero no sería imposible que llevase la savia subterránea de No envejeceremos juntos o Loulou, lo que situaría a Truffaut más cerca de lo que él cree, o quiere, de Sauve qui peut (la vie). Eso sí, creo que La femme d'à côté permite reírse no ya de El imperio de los sentidos, sino de Last tango in Paris, que a su lado se me antojan pintorescas y melodramáticas.
Publicado en el nº 17 de Casablanca (mayo de 1982)
#miguel marías#la femme d’à côté#françois truffaut#1981#casablanca#cine francés#cinéma français#french cinema
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My audhd brain won't stop telling me to do a full breakdown of the parallels between Percy and Hobie so i will.Alright,let's do this one last time!
Troubled but good kids
Afro-dominican New York/Jamaican-English(NY and England are where punk first started)
Anarchists,proffessional instigators,always helping out around communities(it's implied Percy participated in Rachel's protests and charities with her)and looking out for the little guy
So they're actual punks instead of just EdgyTM douchebags because they wanna do the right thing no matter what
No masking game autistics
Trans femmes who come across as masc only to normies
Chillaxed and super kind and love cute shit and people but also have major street credit,a huge edge and strong as fuck backbones and the reason they're so kind is that their childhood was beyond brutal so as they grew up they decided to be the positive older figure in younger people's lives they didn't take to have to the point they turned into Team Dad's
The EXACT same sense of humor
Blue-coded
Alt music lovers
Expressions are always either super intimidating or meme worthy goofy
Pet supernatural dog(Spidermutt and Mrs O'Leary)
Widely regarded as the coolest ever in-universe and correctly so but they're huge dorks when you get down to it but that only makes them even cooler-They were this cool the whole time
6'something with guitarist hands and described as so attractive it's shocking
Go by a nickname instead of their full name and have a common black surname
Oldest and most experienced heroes in their main casts
Hobie's dad is a deadbeat who left him as a baby to do supernatural shit
'I'm not a role model' 'I hate the a.m,i hate the p.m,i hate labels' 'I don't believe in consistency' / 'Was i a troubled kid?Yeah,you could say that' 'I AM impertenent' 'The sea does not like to be restrained'
'Calling yourself a hero makes you self-mythologizing'Hello???????????
Gwen is the Hazel to Hobie's Percy.She's a younger trans girl with a ghost motif who's a pastel ray of sunshine and runs her mouth as much as they do and has a dead mom,an abusive corrupted figure dad and their own impressive experiences in heroism before meeting them
Nico is another teen Ghostkid who Percy gifted a Ramones shirt and gave shelter to multiple times when he was homeless because Hades/Pluto is as much of a fucking cunt as George Stacy is.Nico is also a Miles kinnie because he's an optimistic softboy who's nerdy,a fast food lover and a lot stronger than he gives himself credit for and Percy is the big brother mentor to him the fandom thinks Hobie is to Miles(Nah fr Hobie and Miles are ambigious but Percy's canonically a grown ass man and Nico's Miles' age,P*rcicos pack it up and get over that your ship only works for transfem Percy proof)
Karl=Jason(the cooler St*ve R*gers,the actual voice of reason on the team but just as unhinged as the rest of them,very nice guy vibes and Hobie's righthand),Riri=Annabeth(Black girl genius who takes no shit but is still written as a person instead of a stereotype)and Mattea=Clarisse(red-coded,rowdy tomboy and war paint)
Mayday and Margo are basically just Estelle and Rachel,Jessica makes a pretty convincing Sally and Miguel reminds me of Poseidon but especially when he's interacting with Hobie
Sarcastic troublemaker smiles i've always found endearing(Rip to Annabeth but i'm different)(Also for Hobie i mean this platonically)
Immaculate rizz that's mostly unintentional but reaches critical levels when on purpose
Cocky asf and self-loathing at the same time
That one scene of Hobie leaving Gwen a Watch with the 'In case it don't work out' note with a lil doodle of him on it after getting her dad's ass/Percy sending the Olympians Medusa's head in a box after slaying her with a note saying 'Best wishes' to spite them
Goofy ahh who are nonetheless taken seriously cause Watch Out
They even both have terrible singing voices
And technically not the same thing but Hobie's also pink-coded so they're cotton candy colors and with Percy's white streak they can be the trans flag too!!
#bluepunk#hobie brown#percy jackson#perseo jackson#spidermutt#mrs o'leary#gwen stacy#hazel levesque#miles morales#nico di angelo#karl morningdew#jason grace#riri williams#annabeth chase#leah is our annabeth#mattea murdock#clarisse la rue#mayday parker#estelle jackson#margo kess#rachel elizabeth dare#jessica drew#sally jackson#miguel o'hara#poseidon pjo#hobie brown:destroyer of olympus#spiderpunk!percy#x black!reader#summerposting#💌
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Miguel O'Hara - Masterlist
As you can tell, I am very normal about this man.
Punished - Miguel O'Hara x Reader
You accidentally almost disrupt a canon event and Miguel teaches you a lesson.
cw: angry Miguel, hatefucking, anal, deep penetration, p in v penetration, face slapping, spit as lube, fingering, vaginal to anal to vaginal, creampie, belly bulge.
Tease - Miguel O'hara x Reader
You can't stop teasing Miguel about his feelings for you, even during sex.
CW: breeding, rough sex, possessive Miguel, bruises, Miguel bites during sex, brief mention of blood, marking, use of "bitch", Miguel speaks Spanish, p in v sex, spanking.
Miguel O'Hara x Catgirl!Reader
You keep using Miguel for money, now it's his turn to get something out of you.
CW: manipulation (coming from the reader), blowjob, deepthroat, face fucking, face slapping, cum swallowing, choking on dick.
Breeding - Miguel O'Hara x Reader
Miguel breeds you nice and good.
cw: breeding, belly bulge, vulgar language, use of "bitch", rough sex.
Nerd!Miguel O'Hara x Reader
HCs about Nerd!Miguel being smitten with you.
CW: cunnilingus, footjob, face slap (Miguel receiving), fingering.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara x Nerd!Reader
Miguel can't get enough of teasing you and making you cry, yet he finds himself feeling attracted to you and fucking you in an empty classroom.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara x Nerd!Reader Part II
Prince!Miguel O'Hara x Evil!Witch!Reader
You kidnap Miguel in hopes of getting information about a flower that you need. He doesn't break, so you move to more... primitive methods.
cw: edging, vulgar language, ruined orgasms, blowjobs, rough sex, ass fingering, creampie, implied anal, Miguel whimpers, pure filth.
Sex Pollen - Miguel O'Hara x Reader
CW: Feral!Miguel O'Hara, dubcon, Miguel's claws come out during sex, rough sex, creampie, breeding, mentions of blood, Miguel using your cunt to jerk himself off.
Nerd!Miguel O'Hara x Reader
You both meet again, years later.
Snow White!Miguel O'Hara x Evil Queen!Reader
Miguel took your place as the fairest one of all, you pay him a visit. Instead of killing him, you both fuck.
Parenthood - Miguel O'Hara x Reader
You kidnap a wombat and force Miguel to play house with you.
fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.
Closer - Miguel O'Hara x Reader
Dry humping with your tired husband.
Blissed out — Miguel O'Hara x Reader
contents: gloryhole, anal, fingering, squirting, cunnilingus, pure filth WITH aftercare, established relationships, somehow wholesome?
She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara x Reader | Part I
I support women's rights and wrongs. Miguel falls for a femme fatale villain, acknowledging your red flags, but choosing to ignore them.
cw: toxic situationships, pathetic Miguel O'Hara, femme fatale reader, suggestive situations.
She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara x Reader | Part II
content: pussy eating, hardcore sex, breeding kink, name-calling, pussy-drunk Miguel, cock-drunk reader. Just pure filth
#miguel smut#miguel spiderman#miguel ohara#miguel 2099#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#miguel x reader#across the spiderverse#miguel spiderverse#atsv#miguel ohara x you#miguel ohara x reader
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LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR
What fandoms I will write for;
-Lego Monkie Kid
-One Piece
-One Punch Man
-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)
-COD (call of duty, any game)
-ATSV (across the spiderverse)
-TADC (the amazing digital circus)
-Underverse/undetale AUs
-Br0kenColors
What fandoms i won’t write for;
-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact
-Seven Deadly Sins
-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer
-FNF (Friday night funkin)
-MHA (my hero academia)
-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss
-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds
WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!
-platonic
-light angst
-fluff
-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)
-smut content (will have a warning)
-childhood romance (no smut.)
-teen romance (no smut.)
-Reader x character
-character x character (very rarely)
-character x Reader x character
-polycules
-T4T (trans for trans relationships)
-F4F (femme for femme relationship)
-M4M (masc for masc relationship)
-F4TF (femme for trans femme)
-F4TM (femme for trans masc)
-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)
-F4A (femme for any)
-M4TF (masc for trans femme)
-M4TM (masc for trans masc)
-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)
-M4A (masc for any)
-LGBTQ content
-Yandere Content (not extreme)
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!
-r@pe/noncon/dubcon
-cnc (consensual non-consent)
-child x adult
-abusive scenarios
-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual
-racism
-ableism
-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)
-severe angst
-s*icide & s*lf h*rn
Characters I’ll write for in each fandom
BR0KENCOLORS
—characters so far—
Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)
Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)
Rasmus
Angel
Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)
Gunther
Leevi
—characters not in game yet but I will write—
Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)
Catherine
Milkman
Milla (no nsfw)
Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)
Mimic
Pearl
Venni
LEGO MONKIE KID
- MK (Qi Xioatian)
-Mei Dragon
-Redson
-Sun Wukong
-Six Eared Macaque
-Ao Lie
-Lady Bone Demon
-The Mayor
-Yin & Jin
-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)
-Demon Bull King (Poly)
-Tang
-Pigsy (platonic)
-Sandy (platonic)
-Nezha (platonic)
-Bai He (platonic)
ONE PIECE
- Monkey D. Luffy
-Vinsmoke Sanji
-Roronora Zoro
-Usopp
-Nico Robin
-Franky
-Chopper (platonic)
-Nami
-Jinbei
-Donquixte Doflamingo
-Donquixte Rosiante
-Bartolomeo Kuma
-Boa Hancock
-Dracule Mihawk
-Crocodile
-Shanks
-Rayleigh
-Portgaz D. Ace
-Marco
-Thatch
-Izou
-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)
-Eustass Kidd
-Jewelry Bonney
-Killer
-Monkey D. Harp
-Monkey D. Dragon
-Sabo
-Trafalgar Law
-Buggy
-Smoker
-Rob Luci
-Eneru
-Kalifa
-Yamato
-Perona
-Shaci
-Penguin
-Bepo (platonic)
-Akainu
-Kizaru
-Borsalino
ONE PUNCH MAN
-Saitama
-Genos
-Garou
-King
-Child Emporer (platonic)
-Metal Bat
-Speed O’ Sound Sonic
-Mumen Rider
-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)
-Fubuki
-Atomic Samurai
-Lord Boros
-Bang
-Zombieman
-Flashy Flash
-Sweet Mask
-Charanko
ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM
(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)
-Koro-Sensei
-Tadaomi Karasuma
-Irina Jelavic
COD - CALL OF DUTY
-Simon “Ghost” Riley
-John “Soap” MacTavish
-John “Captain” Price
-Horangi (Hong-Jin)
-König
-Nikolai
-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)
-Alejandro Vargas
-Phillip Graves
-Farah Karim
-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
-Kate Laswell (F4F)
-Gary “Roach” Sanderson
ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE
-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)
-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)
-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)
-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)
-Peter B. Parker
-Jess Drew
-Miguel O’Hara
-Hobie Brown
TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS
-Pomni
-Jax
-Zooble
-Kaufmo
-Ragatha
-Gangle
-Caine
-Kinger
UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS
-Ink!Sans (platonic)
-Classic!Sans
-Nightmare!Sans
-Dream!Sans
-Swap!Sans
-Fell!Sans
-Killer!Sans
-Dust!Sans
-Horror!Sans
-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)
-Error!Sans
-AT!Sans (Geno)
-Fatal Error
-X!Sans (Cross)
-Outer!Sans
-Reaper!Sans
-Fresh!Sans
IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!
please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!
#what i will write#writing#fandom#fandom writing#multiple fandoms#writing requests#request page#request#lmk#cod mw2#assassination classroom#one punch man#one piece#across the spiderverse#the amazing digital circus#underverse#undertale au#this took way too long
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lil miguel blurb
CW: jealous miguel, afab, femme leaning reader
chubby reader x miguel
Miguel loved the way looked. Everything about you was amazing. Your chubby, adorable, stomach, your soft thighs, tits, ass, nose, eyes, lips. Just everything about you amazed him. The way your nose would scrunch up if you ate a slightly sour strawberry, how your lips would be briefly tinted red, He wanted to kiss you so badly. But you were with Hobie. That pathetic excuse of a spiderman. He really wished jess hadn't recruited him. Theres nothing special about him. Hes basically the same as the rest of them. Miguel found himself assigning hobie alot more missions. He wanted hobie away from you so he could show you what you're missing, He needed you, and you needed him, he was willing to do anything to prove it.
will post more to this when i feel like it & if enough ppl are interested
#atsv x you#miguel o'hara#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#spiderman 2099#spiderman atsv#plus size reader#x chubby reader#miguel o'hara x chubby reader#chubby reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel spiderman#atsv miguel#marvel
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Miguel O'hara x !bimbo girlfriend
Tags: F/M, femme character, fluff, alternate universe, a bit suggestive, I hope this is not too cringe for ya’ll, maybe a bit OOC, soft Miguel O'hara
Notes: I’ve seen this trend on many accounts, especially @xxxsugarbonesxxx and even if I do not identify as a bimbo myself, I wanted to give my own twist to this trope.
The more I was writing this thing, the more I started to doubt that I even knew what a bimbo was. I’m so sorry ToT but for reference, when people say bimbo, I think of Elle Woods in Legally blonde.
I hope you'll enjoy this small headcanon. It's just for fun and an excuse to write some more fluffy and smitten Miguel O'hara. It's not my best work so far but I'm slowly getting back to writing after this awful month.
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So...a bimbo, huh?
This would mean all pink, glitters and long lashes with fake blond hair? Honestly, she is quite fitting the stereotype and that was the first thing Miguel thought when he saw her. The woman was strutting down in the lobby of Alchemax, walking on heels that would be defying the law of gravity. It was truly a mystery how she could manage to walk like this with such high heels. To a certain extent he was impressed. The second thing he noticed was just how pink she was overall. Only her labcoat was a different, but she still managed to add some clips on her collar.
If a Barbie had came to life, she would look like this. She was looking like some scientist Barbie came to life.
He was even more surprised when he saw her in the lab, typing something on her computer with the sound of her acrylic nails making a small “click-clack” that filled up the small space. He wasn’t sure that these things that could poke an eye out were very safe in a lab but he soon realized how prejudiced he was. The woman standing there was very aware of the lab protocole and always made sure to respect the safety rules. Plus, she was not any scientist working there but the assistant of the head of this new project, making her his assistant.
When Miguel had checked her resume, he felt quite stupid for judging her so fast. She was major of her promotion, the youngest intern to have reached such a high rank in 20 years at Alchemax and her name appeared on many papers and projects. At this point, when he realized that, he was practically a fanboy, wanting to ask her opinion on every small subject that had a link with dark mass or quantum physics.
But there was still something he couldn’t understand...why the pink bows and glitters? Because, as much as this woman was competent, no one was really taking her seriously. If she changed her looks, then maybe people would stop acting around her as if she was some dumb blonde. Miguel once saw one of their coworkers explaining to her how the elevators worked when she was already there for a month.
What surprised him even more was that no matter how many times people would make fun of her or simply dismiss her opinion during a meeting, she just kept on smiling. He could not understand how she always kept her cool around condescending people. He knew himself and he was sure he would have already gone mad if someone talked to him this way. In fact he would quickly take the habit to clap back at the coworkers who made fun of her.
He couldn’t really explain why he felt so invested in this but he couldn’t stand this or accept the fact that something or someone would make her sad or upset. This woman was literally a ray of sunshine, always talkative curious and exhibiting such a bubbly personality. She was the exact opposite of him in every single way and after some time, Miguel realized he didn’t want her to change. He used to think that the most simple way for her to fit in was to just change her looks but he realized that he didn’t want that… He had grown used and fond of her weird, glittery, hyper femme look. He would not define himself as a fashion icon, quite the opposite even but it was always fun to watch how she was dressed on. Some days, she would channel glam Jackie Kennedy with a tailored suit, or rock a Y2K set that just enhanced her shapely body and some days she would just go full fairy tale princess mode with the most outrageous level of ruffles, pearls and lace an outfit could ever hold. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away from her. He was truly admirativ of her good taste; coordinating outfits and accessories in a way he would never be able to do in a million years, but also impressed at how unapologetically herself she was.
Miguel liked when they were working together in the lab without anybody else. He was a rather closeted person, not talking much with the others, but she just had a way to crack his shell. She was a very talkative person, always smiling and open. Miguel knew people far less competent than her who acted like they were the shit, but her, she never made people feel like they were under her level or anything like that.
She was also a bit touchy, not in an inappropriate way, but she would rest her hand on his arm, lean closer to him while they were working or grab his arm on the way to the cafeteria. He is not used to this in the beginning but as they keep interacting with each other, he slowly grows more comfortable with this, even returning some small gestures as time goes by, like placing his hand on her back or shoulder as he holds the door for her or when he lets her go first in the elevator.
They have grown comfortable enough with each other and finally feel free to talk about other things than work. She has so much enthusiasm when she talks, even about the smallest things. Whether she is talking about the latest breakdwon in Science or her favorite fashion designer, he can just listen to her, in awe. Does he care about things like make up, cute coffee shops and fashion? No. Would he listen to her talking about these for hours just because of the way her eyes shine and how she moves her hands while talking? Absolutely yes.
When they start dating, Miguel realizes just how much she was actually holding back with him. She was way more touchy and bubbly once they got closer. Not that he would complain. He likes when she hugs him without saying a word, feeling her sugar vanilla perfume tingling his nose, how it stays on his own clothes...He likes when she kisses him goodbye with a small peck on his cheeks, leaving a mark with her lip gloss. It always makes her laugh how flustered this man can be in these moments with a giddy smile painted on his lips as he keeps admiring her shiny lips tainted in some exotic color he didn’t know the existence of like ‘acid strawberry’.
Miguel who got slowly invested in her fashion choice. He would act uninterested when she talks about it just to tease and annoy her, but in the end he loves watching her twirling in her new frilly dress or trying to make him guess what she is going to wear on their next date.
The first time she mentions to him that she had a dog, he is imagining some sort of chihuahua or any of these ratty dogs – just to fit even more to the stereotype. But he is utterly surprised the moment he goes through her door and a large Staffy tackles him. The dog is overly friendly, just like her, and well-trained. His glitter collar oddly fits him and Miguel can’t stop grinning every time the dog looks at him with his head tilted to the side, on of his ears turned-in.
It’s a little hard for him to admit but he likes her place, no matter how girly it looks. It just feels very comforting. The place is warm, always filled with a nice scent, cute pillows, heart-shaped frames on the walls and so many vivid colors. It looks like a bubble out of this world. And he enjoys staying there, whether it’s just for a small dinner with her or for one of their movie nights. He really has a lot to catch up on rom-com but they are working on it. Surprisingly, he finds himself really invested in these stories and even liking them; the fact that they can make out during the movie only adds to the fun.
After some time dating together, she finally accepts for him to let some of his stuff at her place, even if it doesn’t match the aesthetic of the house.
One of the things that he finds truly fascinating at her place is her shoe collection. She could open a store at this point with all these shoes and he is pretty sure she owns some of them twice. There’s no way she needs that many high heels, especially when they are all the same color. Turns out the neon pink heels only go out for big occasions, while the pastel pink ones are more casual and the ones with an open-toe are for dates only while the platform ones are more for brunch… that’s like getting on a new planet for him. But it’s not like he doesn’t have his own little perks…
Miguel who watches his girlfriend finally standing up for herself at work, not letting anyone talk shit to her anymore. And every time she proves just how competent she is, he just stands back and watches her with a proud smile on his face, thinking “Yep, that’s my girl.”
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Notes: Thanks for reading this. It’s just a small blurb but I thought the idea could be cute. Miguel really giving Howl vibe in that last part I guess ^^
Tag list: @xxsugarbonesxx
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Alvalade chama por nós: Festival Cuca Monga de regresso
Alvalade chama por nós: Festival Cuca Monga regressa no dia 4 de Outubro
É já no próximo dia 4 de Outubro que a Cuca Monga regressa com mais uma edição do seu festival onde nos encontraremos com nomes como Benjamim, Samuel Úria, Femme Falafel, Hércules e, claro, Capitão Fausto.
Se a primeira edição, em Outubro de 2022, trouxe um novo mural à Vila Afifense, em Alvalade, local onde está instalado o quartel general da operação dos Capitão Fausto, Ganso, Zarco, e…
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𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎’𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀
𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱
┆ ♡ contains smut ┆ ☾ dark content ┆ ⚤ f x m content ┆ ❀ specified femme reader ┆ ✣ general f reader
-> MIGUEL BRAINROTS/THIRSTS: HERE.
#🧾. ˚ — 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬. ˬ̽. ̽#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara x reader#atsv#spiderman 2099
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