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arien-rey · 8 months

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desires

cw: creampie, slight dumbification, slight impact play(choking), nipple play, dry humping

summary: miguel and you are lab partners and accidentally create a dangerous concoction <3

an: inspired by a certain professor cal audio🤭 iykyk also i didnt proofread so im sorry for any typos (i got a little lazy towards the end😭)

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in the heart of a bustling laboratory where the air was thick with the scent of chemicals and the sound of clinking glassware, you found yourself immersed in a groundbreaking project. Alongside your lab partner Miguel, a very meticulous scientist, you both delved in the world of scientific studies—motivated to revolutionize the world of focus and concentration, something people have been lacking in 2099.

within the laboratory walls, you felt anticipation and excitement in the air as you both pushed the boundaries of possibility, propelling the project forward with relentless determination.

As days turn to weeks, your passion for the project never faded. Countless sleepless nights, cups of coffee, and trials and errors ensued, but with every setback you came back even stronger than before and you believed you were finally reaching the finish line.

In just a few weeks, you've grown very close to your partner Miguel as well. You find yourselves sharing lunches and engaging in conversations about exciting discoveries. It doesn't hurt that he is both handsome and charming. To your surprise, you discover that he is single after discreetly asking your other lab friends. Fueled by the possibility you might have a chance, you start to dress a little differently. Gone are the days of "comfort-first" outfits; instead, you opt for shorter (riskier) skirts and cute blouses that accentuate your style. Maybe, just maybe, once this project wraps up, you'll gather the courage to take your shot.

That brings us to tonight. the quiet air filled with the soft hum of machinery and bubbling liquids. The lab was completely empty except for the two of you as usual, with dim steril white lights engulfing the room. Besides you, Miguel carefully measures the ingredients to be added into a bubbling beaker while you prepare the compounds. He looks especially attractive right now, with his hair messy and the button-up under his lab coat unbuttoned lower than usual. You both frustratedly hit a wall, and it seemed no matter what you added to your formula, you weren't getting the necessary results. You chewed on your lip, hoping for the best this time around when suddenly the silence was broken by Miguel’s sleepy baritone voice.

“What if we added a touch of this?” he suggests, his large hands reaching for a vial labeled “Enhancement Catalyst.”

Unbeknownst to the both of you, the label was partially torn and now difficult to read.

You paused for a moment, considering Miguel’s suggestion. His voice, warm and soothing, made you feel at ease even in the face of frustration. His idea seemed like it had potential, an unexplored avenue worth exploring. You studied the compound in his hand, noticing how his fingers delicately held the vial, the reflection of the lab lights dancing across its surface.

“where’d you get that?”

“It was next to some of the older blends we used for testing by the cabinets. I think we should give it a chance.”

“Maybe it could work,” you replied, a glimmer of hope in your voice. “Let’s give it a try.”

As you gingerly added a few drops of the liquid, the concoction seamlessly mixed and enveloped the air with a distinct aroma. Without warning, the mixture began to intensify, rapidly bubbling and sizzling, releasing mesmerizing sparks of vibrant colors. Both you and Miguel exchanged anxious looks, acutely aware that something had gone awry and instinctively take a few steps back.

“Be careful.” He murmurs, shielding you with his forearm as you both watch what unfolds in front of you.

anticipation filled the air once again as minutes stretch to feel like an eternity. you cock your head to the side curiously, watching the concoction turn into a glowing, luminescent liquid.

You sigh in relief.

“whew. good thing nothing bad happened!”

you mutter shyly, but as you inhale deeply, a rush of sweet fumes fills your throat. You sneeze a couple of times from the overpowering scent, only to realize that it has spread throughout the entire room.

“I'll turn on the vents.”

Miguel says, clearly inhaling the strong aroma too and walks towards the exit where a few controllers for the AC and such are.

You nod at him, suddenly taking a sharp breath as your heart begins to race. You try to shake it off as an adrenaline rush from the experiment, but instead of it going away, your cheeks heat up and you feel a strange tingling sensation in your lower stomach. you lean over your desk and blink, your mind spinning.

Your vision is hazy, and you glance to the side to see Miguel run his hand through his hair, a distressed look on his now flushed face.

“s-shit i think something went wrong. what is this?”

“I don’t know , but we need to find a way to..”

you trail off, feeling in a daze as you watch Miguel take a step towards your direction, his crimson eyes locked on you intensely. you took a shaky breath, your thighs unconsciously squeezing together. “.. reverse it.”

You turn and slam open a cabinet, ripping out your journal to find some sort of way—any way to reverse the effect of this sort of aphrodisiac, and Miguel did the same at his desk. seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours as your efforts turned fruitless. Unfortunately for you, the effects only worsen and your desire for him only electrifies more.

“fuck, fuck..”

Miguel groans, and you turn your gaze to see the tall man manspreading on his chair, his head thrown back, and brows furrowed as sweat trailed down his forehead. your gaze travels down his body and- oh. there you saw, in all its glory a huge tent in his pants, his hand resting by his thigh—twitching as he resisted with all his will-power not to touch himself. You bite your lip and squeeze your legs together, the unbearable heat in your core making you whimper quietly.

Miguel catches you looking and clenches his jaw.

“We can't.. let this consume us,” He strains through gritted teeth. “We need to quarantine .”

“Good idea. You stay here, I’ll leave the room.”

You replied breathlessly, using the last bit of your rationale. this was wrong, so so wrong… but your legs wouldn't move.

Suddenly it's quiet again, the silence only broken by both your heavy breathing. You lock eyes with Miguel, both your and his eyes half-lidded and the electric tension instantly snaps, and Miguel bolts up.

no words are said as he leans forwards and captures your lips in a hot kiss.

his large hands almost encompass you as he holds your hips, pushing you back against your desk. you moan into the kiss, tugging on his hair and he effortlessly lifts you onto the edge. after a few more seconds of passionate, sloppy kissing, you both pull away panting.

“Take this off, now.”

Miguel growls, eagerly assisting you and breathlessly helping you remove your lab coat, blouse, and skirt. With a gentle touch, you place your hand on his jaw, drawing him in for another passionate kiss. In the midst of the embrace, he skillfully slides the bra straps off your shoulders and unclasps it.

You gasp, feeling the cold lab air make contact with your sensitive skin, hardening your nipples. He reaches up and rolls the buds in between his calloused fingers and you moan, arching into his touch. Your body seems even more sensitive because of the aphrodisiac and his touches leave fire in its wake.

You gasp as he pulls you closer to him, rubbing his huge erection against your clothed core, the wetness seeping through the fabric and the sloppy sounds of your slick against him making you both moan.

“Miguel, please!”

you whine, leaning back and throwing your head back as you desperately trying to meet his grinds ,his hands holding your hips with bruising strength.

“I know, I know.. Don't worry baby, let me take care of you.”

He sighs, and finally after what felt like centuries he unbuckles his belt with one hand, the clicking sound of metal and leather making you shudder. He hastily shrugs his lab coat off, rolls his sleeves up, and unbuttons his pants and pulls it down along with his boxers, just enough to let his whole cock spring out .

You bite your lip at his impressive length, the tip an angry red with prominent veins running under the shaft.

“I’m sorry—I can’t stop.”

He stammers, right before he tears your panties off and plunges the tip inside you with no warning. You arch your back, digging your nails into his wrist as he plunges his cock inside you without giving you much time to adjust to the huge girth. You throw your head back and close your eyes, trying to breathe through the intense stretch. Thankfully you were so wet it slid in with relative ease.

“youre so fucking tight.. shit.”

he hisses, bottoming out completely before sliding it out almost all the way and slamming it back in. You moan, his praise making your stomach flutter. He pulls your legs over his shoulders and you gasp at how deep he is and full you feel in a mating press.

“shitt, miguel.. it hurtss” you slur, already cockdrunk as he begins to move in and out at a brutal pace, his thrusts heavy and mean. tears welled in your eyes and as they fall he uses a thumb to wipe them away.

“I know, I know.. its ok baby.. you’re taking my cock so fucking well..”

He groans, trailing his hands down to play with your clit. He spits a thick wad of spit where you both connect and rubs his fingertips against the sensitive bud in rapid, sloppy circles, making you sob. the pain from before melted into hot blissful pleasure in seconds, your mouth hanging open in an ‘o’ shape.

“yeahh mhm.. you like that? huh?”

he chuckles dryly, feeling how you clenched around him, desperately sucking him in. He moves his other hand to wrap it around your throat, squeezing his palm around your small neck.

“M-Miggy, ‘m gonna cum!”

you sob, your mind and vision going foggy from a mix of the aphrodisiac, the overstimulating pleasure, as well as the slight asphyxiation. Miguel leans forward, his lips almost touching your ear as he whispers:

“You don't know how long I've wanted this. I see you wearing your short little pencil skirts to work and how you wanna get my attention… and it takes everything in me to not pounce on you.”

he confesses, his hot breath fanning your ear, sending chills up your spine.

“Miguel…”

“Now cum on my cock, baby. show me how good I make you feel.”

he growls, speeding up his thrusting and the pace of his fingers on your clit until it all becomes too much and you let out a silent scream, too overwhelmed to make any noise. your nails dig into his wrist leaving crest indents on his skin as your white hot orgasm crashes over you intensely. Miguel groans and curses, trying to hold you down as you squirm and buck under his overstimulation touches, his thick fingers never slowing down on your sopping clit. After a few more heavy pounds Miguel follows; his cum gushing beautifully out of the sides of your pussy and dripping down his cock.

He doesn't stop for a minute, flipping you over and tugging on your hair, forcing you into an arch.

“Don’t think we’re done yet.”

the aphrodisiac’s effect is not gonna go away any time soon..

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miggyyyyohara · 10 months

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Mhm...okay and? WhAT ABOUT IT???

Also my mind 24 fucking 7:

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fangswbenefits · 10 months

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Broken

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You wonder if Miguel is broken beyond repair, because he surely believes that.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Angst + hurt/comfort (some fluff)

To say you were pissed off would be the understatement of the year. There was only so much a single person could withstand when it came to this.

You kept shoving your belongings hurriedly inside your backpack, determined to leave his place before crossing paths.

It would be better this way. For everyone involved.

That was until you caught sight of flashes of electric red outside the bedroom window.

“For fuck’s sake…”

You took pride in being fast, but Miguel O’Hara was faster and far more relentless, and before you could react, he was standing tall beside you. “Hey.”

Your spine snapped straight like a whip and you glared at him. Unmasked and unmoving. There was guilt written on all over his face, which fueled your anger even more, because now you knew you were justified in your feelings.

“Bye,” you said, slinging the backpack over your shoulder and heading towards the open window ready to take a dive into the cool air of Nueva York.

“We should talk,” he called from behind you.

“Nah, we’re done.”

“Let’s talk.”

You turned back around, walking straight into his chest.

“I’m done with you,” you said with an indignant growl.

“You’re not being reasonable,” he said.

“Reasonable?!” you hissed. “You let our personal relationship get in between work! You dismissed my perfectly adequate advice during that mission, because I’m just some toy to you or whatever.”

He held up a finger. “Now, see, that’s the issue. You keep misunderstanding things.”

“Okay,” you huffed, reining in your temper as you planted your fists on your hips. “Tell me why you ignored my advice — no, tell me why you always do this. I’ve been here for years and any new recruit has more of a say than I do! Is that because we’re fucking, huh?”

You hadn't bothered to keep you voice down, which you knew was a sure way to get on his nerves, but you couldn’t care less.

But evidently Miguel did care. “Can you calm down so we can talk?”

“You don’t take me seriously,” your went on. “I mean, what is this? I don’t know what to do with whatever it is we have — had,” you promptly corrected yourself. “We screw around, I then try to prove myself on the field, and you shut me down like I’m a nuisance.”

You were about to turn to leave through the window when he held it one hand to you, causing you to roll your eyes and folding your arms. “You’re not sweet-talking your way out of this.”

“That's alright, then.”

Miguel’s hand fell to his side, and he just stood there in silence, eyes boring into yours.

You scowled at him. “Well?” you demanded. “Go on. Why so quiet now?”

“I know you’re upset with me,” he said, face hardening.

“Nice observation skills.”

“I shouldn’t have been that harsh,” he sighed.

You scoffed. “It keeps happening, so it’s a habit by now. We’re both old enough to know fully well how to separate personal from professional, right?”

“I do, but you don’t,” he said simply. “You need to understand my position here. It’s a great deal of responsibility, and you can’t expect to be favoured just because we got involved.”

“Excuse me? I never expected favouritism.”

“But it sure looks like it. Look,” he exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “In here, you have my attention, but out there I need to have yours. For the sake of each mission.”

Your stomach flipped at his words. “Attention? What attention, Miguel? Aren’t we just fuck buddies? Wasn’t that the understanding?”

His shoulders slumped. “Initially, yes. And I could stand here and blame it on you, but it’s entirely my fault.”

“Now, why would I be blamed? And for what?” you asked impatiently. There was this unshakeable feeling creeping in on you telling you he was merely speaking in riddles with the sole intent of being purposefully vague. “Are we just going to throw blame at—”

“Because you have feelings for me!” Miguel’s temper finally exploded.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, but no sound came out.

An empty silence weaved around you, filled only with the beeping sound of Miguel’s watch which he promptly silenced.

He had made it abundantly clear that your relationship was purely built on the principle of mutual pleasure. You both had needs, and it was a very straightforward ‘you scratch my back, I scratch yours’ type of deal — albeit concerning different body parts.

Miguel broke the deafening silence first. “Trust me, it was against my better judgment.”

“Why didn’t you stop, then?”

There was no point in denying the feelings you harboured for him. There was only so much intimacy one could experience with someone else before other thoughts crept through your mind.

But what really made your heart clench was that mownyou knew that he knew, and it made things worse. So much worse.

Miguel took a long and deep breath. “Because by the time I realised how you felt, I found myself enjoying your company more than I had anticipated.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I should have stopped it,” he went on. “I don’t like dealing with attachments. Those lead to liabilities.”

Well, you’d sworn to yourself not to cry because of this. But the lump was in your throat and your eyes stung, and when you spoke your voice had turned into a whisper. "You should have told me," you said through clenched teeth.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t want to put that pressure on you!” you exploded, feeling your eyes water. “I knew it was one-sided, so what would be the point? But knowing that you now know just makes me feel so…”

Miguel paced to his bed, taking a seat by the edge. “This is why I said it’s my fault. I can’t have this in my life.”

Your eyes widened. “Have what?”

“This!” he grunted, motioning with both hands to the two of you. “This is what I do. I get involved and fuck things up.”

“You can’t control how others feel about you,” you said as you brushed a teardrop with the back of your hand. “All I want is your respect.”

“You have it.”

“Then show it! Your words mean nothing if you don’t act accordingly.”

Miguel let out an exasperated sigh. “You want what I can never give you.”

“Respect?”

He shook his head. “Love.”

The word carved into you like a dagger and not because it was a lie, but because it was painfully true.

“Why do you think I fell for you? The sex? Sure, it’s great or whatever,” you said, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. “No, Miguel. You showed me a side of you that you show no one else. You made me feel special.”

He seemed taken aback, but said nothing.

“Everyone here thinks you’re cold and distant and some vessel of righteousness,” you went on, feeling a couple of droplets stream down your face and leaving a damp trail behind. “You want everyone to think that, but you are not that person.”

Miguel scoffed, breaking eye contact with you. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“Oh, but I do,” you take a few steps closer to him, wanting him to stare back at you again. “It won’t kill you to feel something other than anger and resentment, you know? We’re humans. It’s in our nature to bond with others—”

“But we’re not really regular humans, are we?” he scowled deeply, crimson eyes narrowing at you. “I haven’t been with anyone since…” his voice faltered, hands gripping his thighs tightly. “I’m too broken.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

You saw something twist his features. Miguel didn’t like being challenged. He was so terrible at handling his emotions, that anything that he couldn’t control he grew to resent.

“I wanted you to hate me,” he said abruptly. “During missions… just like what happened today.”

“What? Why?”

“Because making you hate me felt easier than me not having feelings for you.”

There it was.

That sentence alone was enough to have your lips quiver shut, heart thumping loudly and head feeling dizzy.

“You’re an idiot,” you managed to say after a while.

“What?”

The sudden flare of rage nearly consumed you. “How could you even think that? How broken are you to convince yourself that you’re not worthy of having normal feelings for someone else?”

“Because I can’t afford it,” he explained as he rose to his feet. “The moment I give into my feelings for you, you become a liability.”

You shrunk away, feeling suddenly really tiny. “I think us getting involved was a mistake.”

He looked at you, surprised. “You’re just saying that because you know this isn’t going anywhere.”

“No, I'm saying it because I feel guilty,” you murmured, hugging yourself for comfort. “I will never understand what you’ve been through. I won’t pretend I ever will,” you paused momentarily, pondering your next words. “But I feel selfish for wanting more.”

“I'm a selfish kind of man, too,” he remarked evenly.

You nodded.

He took a step towards you and you took one back, bumping unexpectedly into the wall. Miguel seemed caught off guard by your reaction and froze, hands held up. "I’m not going to ask you to continue this.”

“It’s better that we don’t,” you whispered unconvincingly. “I’ll get over you.”

“Yes,” he said with a shrug, reaching out to touch a hand to your cheek. “I totally agree.”

You nearly melted into a puddle at his touch. It was like a punch to the stomach, knowing that he could so easily get under your skin.

“I don’t know how to fix this.”

You swallowed hard. “You don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel forced to be with me.”

“Too late for that.”

Your eyes zeroed in on his and he froze under the ferocity of your glare. “It’s fucking sad, Miguel. That it took things getting out of control for us to have an honest conversation.”

“I agree,” he said. “But maybe it was necessary.”

He was now stroking your cheek, and as much as you wanted to flinch away from his touch, he had somehow managed to melt your insides.

He leaned closer and you snapped your face away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of submitting.

His lips were near your ear. “Do you want to part ways?”

Your jaw clenched.

“I’ll respect your decision.”

You screwed your eyes shut, blocking him out and seeking clarity. “What if I think we should give it a try?”

“Then we must set boundaries,” he said, breath fanning your ear. “You’re an amazing spider-woman.”

You gave him a cynical snort.

“And I think we shouldn’t be paired in further missions unless strictly necessary. At least until we figure this out.

You shared the sentiment, but also craved reassurance. “But you need to let me in, Miguel. I can give you space whenever you need it, but you can’t keep building these walls around you,” you took a deep sigh. “You don’t have to with me.”

His hands were moving down your sides, and you let your backpack slide down one arm, falling to the ground. He came to rest his chin on the top of your head.

“I know.”

Having him this close to you never failed to make your heart flutter.

“I’m sorry,” he said, bringing both arms to cradle your face, pulling you into his chest. “I don’t deserve you.”

Somehow, that confession brought a faint smile to your lips. “No, you don’t.”

“Was that a smile?”

“No,” you huffed in annoyance.

“I think that was a smile.”

“Stop it. You sound as obnoxious as Lyla,” you mumbled.

“Well, I did program her,” he said, hands caressing the back of your head adoringly. “Are you calling me obnoxious?”

“Maybe.”

“Ouch,” he feigned pain in his voice.

Your stubbornness crumbled at once and you finally wrapped your arms around him.

“How could you ever think your feelings were one-sided?” he whispered, lulling you in his arms. “Silly, silly spider.”

Masterlist

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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If you're a Hobie fan who gets mad at Hobie's characterization in fanon -

Open a photo of him right now and stand there being thankful over the fact you're not a Miguel fan

Miguel fans have it ROUGH out here its like whatchu want, irritated machismo and cold - or - overly affectionate and aggressively latin, either way he's gonna rail you at the end of this fic

like godddammmn ya'll serve Mild Miguel here???

Miguel who works all day and falls asleep while making paella? A Miguel who casually finds piece in organizing the files of the Society, or feels proud when he sees a new recruit level up

A Miguel who actually enjoys his work at the Society despite the weight on his shoulders. Or just one who like...has friends...and is nice if not sarcastic and a bit of an ass

One who has been out of the dating game for a while and is still learning how to come to grips with dating after a loss because he's still a father, living post-tragedy

And relationships are gonna be new to him after all that

Miguel who has baggage and is aware of that and hesitant to put it on someone else-

Like,..Mild Miguel please.

Miguel who wants to take it slow. Who is terrified of asking if his partner wants a family. Who hasn't had a date in like 5 years and - 'Lyla what should I wear. What do people wear to first dates?'

A Jess and Lyla who look at him like 'Oh God this guys a mess' because he's still getting it together - like every Spider-person is. A Peter who thinks he's smooth as fuck cause he won back MJ and give him all kinda corny romance tips

Mild, normal, healthy as he can reasonably be considering everything - Miguel

ya'll serve that here? Some Mild Miguel?

Can i get that with a side of fluff, maybe hurt/comfort? Hold the smut, please thankyou

#spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x oc #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x oc

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camilleverreault · 11 months

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Miguel O’Hara - Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse 2023

#miguel #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x peter b parker #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel ohara x oc #o’hara #gifs #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara gifs #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #oscar isaac

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stars-before-sunrise · 10 months

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Hc for them taking your virginity

ooh, yummy 👀 also i got a new man in the lineup. everybody say hi carmy berzatto

joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, carmy berzatto

reader is: female

warning: 18+. loss of virginity. minors dni. look away.

taglist: @evyiione

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Joel Miller

In a world where you have to defend yourself from basically zombies, sex is really the last thing on your mind. That's until you found refuge in Jackson, and for the first time in your life you let yourself relax, breathe, live a 'normal' life. And then you meet Joel, a man who's rough around the edges, and seem to have a permanent frown on his face. You fall in love. Joel isn't surprised when you tell him you're a virgin. He's not judging you for it, he just wonders if you really want him to be your first. "you sure about this, darlin'?" "yes, Joel." "don't wanna hurt you..." he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. "you know it's gonna hurt, right?" You nod. You've seen how big he is. "use your words, baby. I need to hear you say it." You gulp as he stares into you, cock nudging your dripping pussy from his earlier ministrations. "please.. please fuck me, Joel. Take me. I want to feel you inside me."

Miguel O'Hara

He's a little mischievous about it. For some reason it gives him a boost of ego. The fact that he's the first to ever touch you like this, to make you feel like this, to see you entirely.. like this. Your hands cover your chest when you feel Miguel staring, and he only glares at you, pinning your hands above your head. A flush of red is on your cheeks, and Miguel thinks it's so cute. "..Stop staring..." "I just wanna see you like this for a minute." His hands trail down to your breast and gives it a gentle squeeze, grazing his thumb on the hardened nub. His stomach tightens when he sees that you're sighing in pleasure, biting your lip so you wouldn't be too loud. "fuck, you're so hot." You're panting when you look at Miguel. He's been dragging his cock up and down your pussy and clit and it's driving you insane. It feels so good you're clenching around nothing. "ready, mami?"

Marc Spector

You're clutching onto him. It's not as painful as you thought, but it's an odd feeling. Makes you feel weird.. it's almost like an itchy feeling, and it feels hot. Without understanding what's happening, your hips roll down on Marc's cock on its own, and you moan. "mmh. Eager, are we?" "I.. I.." You're at a loss of words, squirming on top of him while he smoothes his hand on your back. You must've done something cause Marc is letting out noises you've never heard before. "fuck you're fucking tight." "Marc, please.." You bury your face in his neck, hiding your face. "Please move." With a chuckle, Marc gently lays you down on the bed. The slight movement making you clench even harder and Marc groans. "baby, I swear to god if you do that one more time..." "Do what?" You clench again, seeing the dark look in his eyes, but yours are a bit playful. He closes his eyes. "do you want me to be gentle or not?"

Carmen Berzatto

You forgot to tell him. He's just so good at kissing and touching in all the right places that you forgot to tell him you're a virgin. You've been imagining this night for months since you met Carmy and now that it's happening you can't help the ache you feel down there. Carmy's tongue is pushing down your throat while his hand in your panties, giving gentle nudges here and there before rubbing your clit with his palm, his fingers teasing your entrance. "you're so wet." Your moans are muffled when he pushes two of his fingers in. "Carm- Wait-" You take a sharp breath. He stops when he realizes there's more restriction than what he's used to and his eyes widen when he sees blood. That's not period blood. "I'm sorry, I- I forgot to tell you.." "you're a virgin?" You bite your inner cheeks and nod. "stay here." Carmy stands up and leaves the room. You're convinced that you just ruined everything, and that he must either be disgusted by you or think you're a prude. You have your eyes closed and covered by your arm when you suddenly feel something warm against your core. A warm towel. To ease the sting. "better?" he asks and you nod, still with tears in your eyes. He reaches up to kiss you gently, leaving more kisses down your body until he's leaving a kiss on your clit. "let me make this right."

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slightly longer for carmy, but i just binged the bear and now i love him ok?

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cupajoscafe · 8 months

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some migs and pen from last night bc i havent actually drawn any spicy art of them yet

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guilty-pleasures21 · 1 month

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The perfect guy

The project

The new guy

The lie

The new body

The hospital

The first time

The suit

The virus

The escape

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex including blowjob (f receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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Miguel tore off his hospital gown, exposing the entirety of his carefully crafted body to her, and she squeaked at the sight of his broad chest and his defined muscles and his rapidly hardening cock. She glanced up at him again and gulped when she saw the look on his face.

“Querida … Come on, mami, let me see you.” Miguel glided his hands up her back as he lowered his lips to her neck, pulling her into his chest. “Let me see this beautiful little body of yours, mi angelita.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck - just like he’d visualised doing so many times before - then he stepped back to pull her shirt off. She covered her chest immediately and looked up at him with wide eyes, suddenly nervous even though he'd seen her body many times before.

Coño, she was so pretty. How long had he waited to touch her? To hold her and kiss her and cuddle her whenever she’d had a bad day? Five years? Seven? Since that very first time she'd forgotten her clothes before her shower and walked out of the bathroom completely naked? Or before that, even?

“Why are you so nervous, querida?” He reached around to undo her bra and take it off of her, finally allowing him a glimpse of her perfectly round and juicy breasts. P*tas, he couldn’t wait until he could lick and suck on her beautiful curves.

“It's nothing … It's nothing I haven't … seen before … cariño.” He found himself struggling to focus on his words as she stood before him, her pretty little body just waiting to be ravished by him. He stepped forward to squeeze her breasts in his hands and licked his lips hungrily as he watched himself touching her so intimately. “F*ck.”

She gasped at the feeling of his fingers brushing across her nipples. Shit, he felt … so good! She shivered and Miguel growled before sliding his hands around to her back and pulling her flush against him. She whimpered in surprise at the sudden movement and he groaned at the sound.

“Mmm, f******ck.” Miguel curled his fingers against her back, delighting in the feeling of her soft breasts pressing up against his hard chest. Then he moved one hand down to squeeze her ass. “F*******ck!”

His head fell onto her shoulder as his brain turned numb with pleasure and he moved his hands to undo the zip of her jeans before kneeling down and pulling them off. “F*ck, f*ck f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!”

“Hmm! Miguel!” X squealed. Miguel licked his lips at the sight of her dripping wet p*ssy, then he pressed his mouth to her folds.

“Mmmmmm, f*ck.” He dragged his tongue up her length repeatedly, licking her up hungrily and revelling in the array of new sensations his body could experience. X whimpered and gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue dragging along her length. Then she grabbed his head when her legs started quivering with pleasure, her fingers tangling in the silky strands of his hair.

Miguel lifted her up onto his shoulders and pressed her against the wall. Then he stood up, his fingers gripping onto her thighs to hold her in place as he continued licking and sucking on her p*ssy. “¡Ay, p*tas, mi angelita! Sientes … Sientes tan p*tamente bien, mi amor. (Ah, f*ck, my little angel! You feel ... You feel so f*cking good, my love.) Mmm, so f*cking good.”

“Hngrh, Miguel!” X held onto his head, trying to keep herself upright as he buried his face in her folds. “We can't … We can't have our first time … be in a hospital bathroom!”

Her voice came out in hoarse squeaks and Miguel chuckled as her body writhed around with pleasure.

“¡Joder! You taste … so f*cking good, mi amor.” He groaned against her as he sucked on her clit and her entire body contracted at the vibrations of his deep voice.

“Ah! Miguel!” X's legs kicked the air with delight as her body twisted and contracted against his mouth. “You can't … I don't want … the first thing you taste … to be this!”

Miguel squeezed her ass and X squealed as her hips bucked against his mouth, angling her hole towards him. He dipped his tongue into her and she yelped at how effing good it felt.

“Mmm … Callate, angelita (Shut up, little angel),” Miguel mumbled, refusing to ease up. “I've wanted this for so long. And I know you have too. F*ck.”

He circled her entrance teasingly, then plunged his tongue into her, wriggling it around so it brushed up against her walls. X's legs spread wider as her body slumped over with relief, utterly stimulated. But then he started moving his head up and down, so that his nose nudged at her clit while his tongue continued to pleasure her insides, and her back arched to give him an even deeper angle to work with. “Hngrh … M-Miguel …”

Her toes curled as her entire body tightened in anticipation, then she let herself go, shuddering with relief as she finally came into his mouth.

“Mmm …” Miguel pressed a few quick kisses to her p*ssy, cleaning her up a little, then he set her back down. X looked up at him with wide eyes, her long lashes blinking up at him prettily as she tried to gather her thoughts. She was so cute, especially with that dazed look that he'd put on her face. Miguel grinned at the thought and pulled her back to him to kiss her.

“Mmm …” X sank against his chest as she kissed him back, her hands roaming over his back and shoulders and neck as she familiarised herself with the hard planes of his body. Shit, he was even better than she'd ever imagined.

She was so soft and so small and so … Well, he wasn't quite sure what she tasted like, since he'd never tasted anything before, but he liked how she tasted. He started moving his hips against hers as they continued to kiss, and X whined at the feeling of his stiff cock teasing her still sensitive clit. “M-Miguel!”

He picked her up and set her on his hips, thoroughly enjoying the relief that her slick p*ssy was bringing him. No other sensation could possibly beat the feeling of him moving against her like this. But then he started easing himself inside of her, his thick cock stretching out her tight little p*ssy, and ay, Dios, he was wrong, he was so, so wrong: this was the feeling that no other could beat.

“M-Miguel!” She squirmed around, trying to accommodate the large bulk of him - holy shit, he was big! - and finally, he was all the way inside of her, buried up to his balls. She sighed at the feeling.

¡Santo cielo, she felt so f*cking good! He started rolling his hips against hers, his movements slow and careful as he practised his coordination. It took a while, but he'd soon set a steady pace, his cock thrusting into her deeply and rhythmically.

“M-Miguel …” Holy shit! Holy shit, he felt amazing! “What if … someone comes in?”

It took him a while to split his attention so that he could speak around the intense pleasure he was feeling, but he figured it out eventually. “I already locked the door, querida.”

“N-No. I mean …” She flopped over onto his shoulder, her mind going blank as a wave of arousal hit her at the feeling of his thick cock squelching in and out of her. “What if someone … comes in the room … and sees that we’re … not there?”

She hunched over as her cervix contracted with desire and Miguel let out a choked gasp at the feeling. ¡Ay, carajo! ¡Mierda, that felt good! He couldn’t wait to feel her coming around him, her small little p*ssy squeezing him tight. “Tell them you’re helping me urinate.”

X let out a low moan as her p*ssy started throbbing even harder around his cock. Shit, he felt so, so nice. He pumped himself in and out of her a few more times, then finally he was coming inside of her, his warm c*m shooting into her and painting her walls. Her body tightened at the delicious sensation, then she was coming too. Miguel braced himself on the wall as he hunched over her, trying to keep himself upright.

“F*ck!” The word came out as a whimper, so turned on was he by the feeling of her squeezing him tight. He relaxed once she was done, but remained curled over her, needing a moment to catch his breath.

“Miguel …” X waited until he looked up at her before continuing. “We should probably get cleaned up. Before they bring dinner?”

He hesitated, not wanting to let her go just yet - not when she felt so good around him. But then he sighed and pulled back, allowing her to get back on her feet. She waddled over to the shower, his c*m dripping between her thighs, and he grabbed her waist and squeezed her at the sight. She giggled at his enthusiasm and turned on the shower, letting the warm water rain down on them, then she reached for the soap to start cleaning him up.

Tags: @jadeloverxd @migshusben

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hxavennhell · 5 months

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SOL, MI SOL

miguel o’hara x reader.

summary; miguel o’hara takes a day off, and he spends it with his wife.

warnings; none (correct me if i’m wrong.)

note; this is just the fluffiest thing ever, she/her pronouns, english is not my first language, not proofread.

words; 557

On one of those weird days, Miguel O’hara woke up by the sun. The blinds were wide open, and the morning sun peeked through the window. He was alone in bed, sleep still heavy on him. He padded the other side of the bed, and when he just felt the blanket he looked to the side.

She was there, bathroom door open as she cleaned her face and then added some sort of cream. A smile made its way to Miguel’s lips, and he called her.

“Sol.” Miguel muttered as he looked at her from the distance. (‘sol’ means ‘sun’ it’s an abbreviation of ‘mi sol’ ‘my sun.’)

“Mhm?” She answered back as she padded her face dry, still looking at her face in the mirror.

“Ven conmigo.” (“come back with me.”)

“Give me a minute.”

Some cabinets door closing were heard and the she strutted out of the bathroom, as she fixed her top. She walked to him and gave him a small kiss on his lips. But instead of lying back with him, she left the room.

Miguel sighed as he rubbed his eyes and stood up from the bed. He silently made his way to the bathroom, and came back out a few minutes later with a more refreshed look. As of now he could hear clatter coming from the kitchen.

He made his way to the kitchen and he saw her with a pan in hand and a few ingredients out. He walked towards her silently and wrapped his arms around him.

“Good Morning.”

“Morning, mi sol.”

Miguel left a short kiss on her cheek and then unwrapped himself from her.

“Leave it to me.”

“Oh, come on, I’m doing just fine!”

“I don’t trust you in my kitchen, sol.”

“It’s our kitchen, Miguel.”

“Mine, you don’t cook.”

“Yes I do!”

“Burnt pancakes, yeah.”

“Funny.”

“También te amo, sol.” (“i love you too, sun.”)

She huffed playfully as she handed him the spatula and gave him a small kiss on his lips. She then turned to the cabinets and took their coffee mugs out.

“Did you sleep well?” She asked as she served the coffee.

“I did, and you?” He said and turned to look at her for a second.

“Yeah.” She said as she finished preparing the coffee mugs and walked over to Miguel, handing him his coffee.

“Thank you.”

She smiled at him and then walked over to one of the bar stool and sat there, looking at his back as he cooked.

They were both now on the couch, cuddled with a little blanket covering them -though it only mostly covered her-.

“Me hacías falta.” Miguel said as he caressed her shoulder, drawing random shapes, his other hand playing with hers. (“i needed you.” this is commonly used to replace “i miss you” it conveys a deeper meaning than “i miss you”.)

“I missed you too.” She said with a smile as she then pressed a kiss to Miguel’s hand. “How’s work?”

“The kids are draining me.” He muttered, referring to Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr. She giggled at that as she turned to look at Miguel face to face.

“They’re not that bad.”

“They are.” He said “They even asked me why I needed this day free.”

“What did you tell them?”

“That it was none of their business.” He said with a smile as he kissed her cheek.

thank you for reading!

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x oc #miguel ohara x you #oneshot #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x reader #spider man 2099 x reader #spider man 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #fluff #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #miguel x reader #miguel 2099

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itsmoonweaver · 9 months

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One Kiss is all it takes

My spiderverse canon x oc ship - Miguel O’Hara x Celina Luna

Celina does this thing when she scolds Miguel, she stands on a milk crate to meet him at eye level. Through trial and error, he found that affection works best to make her feel better. Kisses (no matter where) work best.

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kenobiwanx · 9 months

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miguelito x spidersona 😎

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arien-rey · 7 months

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cw: a little angst, suggestive touching

an: i’ve been daydreaming of an angry make out sess with miguel for DAYSSS so enjoyyy🤭

wc: 600+

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the bustling city of your home New York, you found yourself sitting on the edge of a rooftop. After a particular intense mission, you begin catching a breath and with great care begin to wrap the tender, bleeding wounds that scattered your body and torn spider suit with bandages. You hiss at the aching pain, however, you’re relieved that atleast you managed to escape without any broken bones. Just as you finish up, you tap a few buttons on your watch to radio HQ about your successful mission before the sound of footsteps catch your attention. You swiftly stand up and turn to confront the stranger behind you, but to your surprise you’re met with the towering figure of your colleague and trusted friend?(boyfriend? it was complicated) Miguel O’Hara. With a quick click of his watch, his mask swiftly disintegrates and reveals his cold, darkened expression. He must have used his watch to travel to your dimension.

“Oh, Miguel,” you exclaim, trying to mask your exhaustion and aching pains. “What are you doing here?”

He stops infront of you, his brows knitted together in concern. “what am I doing here? are you kidding me? do you have any idea what you put us through today? we thought you were dead!” he spat, his intimidating gaze locked onto yours.

Surprised by his sudden outburst, you take a step back. “Miguel.. I’m sorry—I thought I had everything under control. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.” you say, a hint of guilt simmering under your skin as you feel his gaze drift to your bandaged wounds.

“thats the thing, you shouldn’t be risking you life like that!” he snapped, his voice laced with frustration and concern. He grimaces and runs a stressed hand through his dark hair, trying to keep himself somewhat composed. “what ever happened to sticking together? What made you think it was okay to fight this anomaly without telling anyone?”

You could see the raw emotion in Miguel’s eyes, and you bite your cheek. You’ve never seen this side of Miguel before, so vulnerable and protective. It ignited a flame within you, and a strange concoction of frustration and desire slowly stirred inside you.

“Well, maybe i didn’t want to you rely on you all the time,” you retort, glaring up at him, voice dripping with defiance. “I can handle myself, Miguel. I’ve been doing this long enough, I dont need a babysitter.”

The tension in the air was palpable as your words hung between you. Slowly, you watched as Miguel’s anger gave way into something else; something more primal. He takes a heavy step forward, his head tilting to the side as he towers over you. His intense burgundy eyes lock with yours, and you don’t falter.

“you dont need a babysitter, huh?” he growls, his voice husky with an undeniable undertone. “Well, maybe you need something else then.”

and before you could say anything, he grabs you by the waist, pulling you forcefully against him. His lips crash onto yours in a searing kiss, released with pent-up emotions and unspoken words.

You gasp into his lips and widened your eyes before quickly melting in his arms. A low rumble escapes his chest as you tangle your fingers into his dark hair and tug roughly as the kiss deepens, lighting a fire that courses through your bodies. You moan softly into his mouth, pressing your body impossibly closer to his, the heat between you scorching.

In the heat of the moment, Miguel gently slides the hands off your waist and allows them to roam your body, his rough touches leaving fire in its wake. You shiver as his big hands brush against your skin, his touches gentle so he doesn’t press on your wounds. A complete contrast to how his lips pressed greedily and possessively against yours.

As you finally pull apart gasping for air, you could see a mixture of emotion in Miguel’s eyes. His eyes were narrowed with desire and his cheeks flushed, but now there was something different— a profound affection and vulnerability.

“I’m sorry, I just.. don’t want to lose you too,” he confesses, voice laden with raw emotion and want.

As you stare at each other in disbelief, the argument is momentarily forgotten. Suddenly the rooftop is quiet again, except the sound of your racing hearts.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #smut #miguel o’hara smut #<3 #miguel ohara #miguel smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel x oc #miguel x you #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x oc #2099<3

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miggyyyyohara · 9 months

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i want Miguel O'hara to call me Sunshine one moment and his whore the next.

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tonixe · 10 months

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0b.se.s..ion

warn: a short sad drabble

notes: I felt like doing something sad.

Inspo: Here with me by d4vd

"Miguel is everything okay," you said, coming into the room, walking over to him as you, hanging your arms over his shoulder, hugging his body, your head softly digging into his neck.

"Why are you crying" you murmured as you blinked your lashes at him, "Hm?" you turned your head to him, turning yourself to him and sitting beside him.

You wiped his tears from his cheeks, cupping his face together and looking at him, "I don't like when you cry, my love," you said. Miguel quickly took your body into his chest, squeezing you softly.

"What happened" you whispered, you felt wet tears on your shirt, his arms squeezing you tight.

Miguel stares at your face for a while,

"Power off," Miguel said, your body went limp in his arm.

But you weren't real, even if he wished it. You are just a figment of his imagination, something that was there but never real. As he touches your face, but wasn't your face.

He was still hanged up on you, and he knows it.

As he holds your robotic-like face in his hands. 'Your' glaring glass eyes stared into his own. It was something so sad, that he couldn't take it back. Your shadow was still staring at him.

A moment of regret that he couldn't take back from your death. But it was far too soon. You were already gone, already 6 feet down.

All he could do is mourn after your death. He stares off at the glass display of your once-worn spider suit, still retaining its glory as you wear it.

Even if he tried going back to a different dimension where you were still alive, it was bound to happen again, once more.

Your photo still sits in the same spot on the nightstand, where your smiling photo with you and him was taken on your birthday.

The fresh wound still bleeding out and the grim scene was a picture still in his mind. As he hugged 'your' body tighter as if it was real.

Every time he stares at the photo, it brings him back to the day you died. Rain pours onto his body, as it muddles his blood, mixing into the dirt, water, and blood. Your eyes flicking as life fades through your eyes.

Tears escaped your eyes, "Miguel, I don't wanna die" You looked at him, that was the first time you saw his face painted with fear. That was the only thing you saw on that day, before fading into an endless abyss.

But I guess he was far too late to ever bring you back.

#miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x oc #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara drabble #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o hara #2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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I just wanted to say that the way you characterize and talk about Miguel has actually really helped me with thinking about how to write for him 😭 genuinely I love the way you describe him as an actual like person and not just some sex addict or someone who's extremely distant and cold. I hope you continue writing mild Miguel because it's so refreshing compared to all the other shit I see 😭💕

THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS A MIGUEL SAFE SPACE AND LIKE- CAN I BE REAL FOR A SECOND???

MIGUEL ISN'T AN ASSHOLE YOU PEOPLE ARE JUST MEAN - A.K.A -

My Defense & Evidence of a Milder, Non-aggressive Sympathetic Miguel O'hara.

[This is a half-break down half rant about Mild Miguel, when we see Miguel's true nature, and what fandom gets wrong about him. I have my evidence.

this is shorter than my usual posts but I'm going absolute apeshit Miguel Mode by the end so sorry you have to see that.]

I think Miguel and Hobie are the two most complex characters in the film. Like - both of them equally.

It's just really easy to explain one over the other.

I feel this way because every character we see in the entire movie - Miles, Gwen, Peter, Jess, Rio, Jeff, The Spot, everyone - is forthcoming and clear about their intentions and motive throughout the movie.

When we're watching the movie the first time, we understand Miles motive, and Peter's, and Gwen. In real time. It's there and stated. Miles wants to save his dad, Peter wants to be a better mentor, Gwen just wants peace basically.

But when we're watching for the first time - we have no idea what Hobie OR Miguel is capable of until they do it.

They are the two we're surprised by. (And they're also exact opposites who somehow don't seem to be complete adversaries)

They're the only two within the film who we are left to speculate their motive, their drive, and what they'll do next.

They're the only two in the film who are truly meant to catch us off guard with their behavior.

Leading up to Hobie's big twist, there was a LOT of misdirection. I think the same is true for Miguel...but like..the fandom isn't picking up on the misdirection AT ALL.

I have a lot of ideas and thoughts about Miguel and his character and honestly I think it's the exact opposite of what the fandom sees.

But when its's Hobie, it's very easy to understand him, just read the wiki on Punk and you're good.

But I don't think anyone has look closer at Miguel yet.

I genuinely believe that the reason Miles got away was because Miguel went soft.

He was watching the videos of Gaby to remind himself why he was doing this - why he had to stand his ground, but when Miles started panicking, and begging to know how much time he had left - Miguel slipped up. He went soft.

And he told him 'two days'.

You can see it in Miguel's face when Miles is asking.

That's not the face of a man considering assault. That's not anger. He's wavering.

He didn't have to tell Miles how long he had left. But he did - why? Cause he thought 'I'd kill for two days with Gabby. A lot of people get less warning about death - Maybe he can spend those two days with his fath-'

and then Miles is like 'word?? two days to stop you?? iight im out also fuck yall' - which understandable have a nice day

But like......Miguel wouldn't have said it if he knew it would fuck him over. He didn't KNOW Miles was radicalized cause he didn't know Hobie had spoken to him. He thought that telling him might convince him. If he knew Miles was gonna run - there's no need to tell him anything.

He could've lied and said "I DON'T KNOW. But maybe let's talk about this."

But he didn't. He slipped up.

He's SOFT. Everytime he's mean, or angry - He has to think about it. Like when he looked at Hobie - and thought about it. He has to MAKE himself do it. It isn't natural to him.

Nobody else in the room was gonna answer Miles. Miles wouldn't have known. But Miguel told him two days. And because of that, that specific slip-up, Miles is trying to save his dad.

Why? Because he's SOFT. CAPITAL S SOFT.

Miguel is not a raging monster. Or aggressive. Or manipulative.

He's a guy who thinks he's holding the universe together with duct tape and a kid is in front of him begging to know how long they have left with their father and he tells them and because of that they get away and now everything he worked for is gonna emplode in his face because he had a SOFT SPOT FOR A KID AGAIN AND DID SOMETHING HE SHOULDN'T AGAIN AND TOLD HIM AND NOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA DIE AGAIN BECAUSE HE MESSED WITH THE MULTIVERSE AGAIN FUCK-

Like...yeah- he snapped. A normal person would snap. I've snapped for way less and a lot of other people have.

Granted, we don't go mauling children.

I don't know, I just feel like he's an incredibly layered character.

Because when he's ranting and screaming at Gwen like an irritated school teacher we're already like 'oh fuck you dude but also fuck you ;)'

so when he's right there doing things like this - we don't see it. The same way we don't see Hobie's stealing - because we think we have him figured out.

We don't see Miguel's tenderness.

Because we assume we know who he is - he's cold and aggressive and rude and hates Miles,

but like...is he really?

Miles is getting upset - and the whole conversation leading up to it Miguel has talked to him from a far, hands when Miles can see them. He's not trying to stand over him, or intimidate him. Miguel knows he's scary. He knows how to be scary.

He isn't trying to scare Miles. The exact opposite. He's trying to comfort him.

And when Miles starts lashing out - Miguel is genuinely surprised. That isn't the look of someone who THINKS he's about to hurt this kid.

He's telling Miles, hands up "Hey, sorry. I'm not trying to hurt you." He immediately lets go, backs up.

I just---- FUCK, PEOPLE THE MAN IS STANDING RIGHT THERE THATS MILD MIGUEL LOOK AT HIM

If you really really think Miguel is naturally aggressive, or angry, or cold -

If you write him that way -

I ask that you rewatch the leading up to Miles' escape. Look at his body language. Watch him, and look at his face. That's all I ask.

I just kjsjrghjkSIGHIDDGU I CAN'T STAND FOR THIS INJUSTICE AND EMOTIONAL ILLITERACY

HES NOT A GOOD GUY BUT LIKE....HE'S ... THE ONE YALL ARE SERVING...COMPLETELY DIFFERENT MAN.

He's SOFT. The same way he caved for Gwen after a little pushing. He caved for Miles after a little pushing. That's why he told him two days. SOFT

MILD MIGUEL, SOFT MIGUEL, WANTS TO DO THE HARD THING BUT FUCK HE CAN'T DO IT MIGUEL, HAS TO STAND COMPLETELY STILL AND UNMOVING TO NOT CAVE TO MAYDAY MIGUEL, MIGUEL WHO LOVES PEOPLE BUT KEEPS HIS DISTANCE AND SHUTS HIS MOUTH BECAUSE PEOPLE GET HURT MIGUEL MIGUEL MIGUEL

I'm going to go Miguel Mode.

If understanding Hobie was a house, the fandom is standing out on the road.

If understanding Miguel was a house, the people aren't even in the same neighborhood. We're in the next state over. Other side of the globe. Off base by like 12 zipcodes and 4 times zones

Mild Miguel. Please tell me you're seeing this.

Am I crazy for thinking that the slip up - of telling Miles two days - wasn't out of stupidity but PITY? SYMPATHY?

Because Miguel thinks getting to spend two whole days with some you'll lose is a BLESSING to him - not a curse.

Even though to ANY non-traumatized person - it would be a curse.

...... yo

Miguel stepped into Gabriellas life because he didn't want her to lose a father. He KNOWS losing a father hurts.

So when Miles is there in front of him, talking about not wanting to lose his father - Miguel KNOWS how he feels. Gabby didn't want to lose her dad either.

Miguel UNDERSTANDS. He's a FATHER -

HE KNOWS HE'S BEING THE BAD GUY HE KNOWS ITS WRONG NOT TO STEP IN THATS WHY HE STEPPED IN FOR GABRIELLA IN THE FIRST PLACE THIS ISN'T THE PERSON HE WANTS TO BE OR THOUGHT HE'D BECOME YOU PEOPLE ARE MEAN AND HORNY -

I- I can't even i'm sorry I -

I have a longer post about this in the works like breaking down all of his body language from his moments with MJ and Hobie and like teverything

but ITS NOT EVEN LIKE I THINK HE'S RIGHT I JUST CANT STAND PEOPLE BEING THIS WRONG ABOUT IT I CANT

If you see him as aggressive or cold this post isn't meant to be an attack. I am just down bad for Mild Miguel and I'm going delirious with hunger and starvation for him

#Justice4MildMiguel Maybe I'm huffing copium but also i know im fucking not he's RIGHT THERE

[And if you hate Miguel like hate hate him Moche says dishonor on you dishonor on your cow dishonor your family and your land in the name of Aia Paec Almighty]

If you made it this far....Imsorry you had to see me that way I don't know what came over me here's a picture of Hobie to help me calm down.

(aka Hobie judging the fuck outta me in my head)

I need a glass of water. Bye.

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