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i giggled & also came 😊. simon riley will be the death of me.

can you imagine having neighbour!simon over and there’s a persistent knock at your front door but simon refuses to let you answer because you’re bare arse naked. so he goes down to answer instead, shirtless in nothing but his boxers and opens the door to your gobsmacked parents

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i wanna fuck hobie brown so damn bad i can’t anymore (g/n reader)

NSFW OBS🤓🤓 (guys hobies 19 okay)

some old song in the back round while he pounded you like it was the last time he’d ever get the chance😓😓

“mm baby one more..” knowing damn well this was the second time you’ve came

he’d totally chuckle if you tried to grab and push his shoulders away both of you knowing that you don’t actually want him to stop (CONSENT IS IMPORTANT GUYS😭😭)

“bein’ so feisty ,sweets, you want me to stop?” as you’d moan for him to keep going. he’s a total asshole, doing the opposite of what you say just to get you riled up before he does exactly what you want 10x better and harder

hobie would totally hold your hand during missionary, kissing all over your face as he rides you through your (hundreth) high. small kisses would turn non-innocent as soon as his lips touch your stomach, he knows how much it tickles and you can’t help but buck your hips up as he does it, laughing, but he isn’t. 😉😉

“haah- hobie stop!” … “hob?”

“keep moving like that against me.”

“HUH???”

how that would go before tears pricked the corner of your eyes, dripping onto the pillow your face was smushed into as your back arched impossibly higher for him.☺️☺️

(a/n) y’all i’ve litc not been posting for weeks now im so sorry so much stuffs happening rn but i’m here feeding you again while listening to tupac😎

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thinking of jacking miguel o’hara off while he tries to keep his pride 😇.

handjob, degrading, sub!miguel. G/N!reader

sat on his lap, lips attached to his already abused neck as you whisper shameless things to him. being greeted with a look or grunt full of disdain. as you continue your tactics of breaking him down the lightest sigh departs from his plush lips.his cheeks instantly turning pink as he forcefully scrunches his eyes and lips shut, gauging the endless teasing from his slip up.

“what was that, baby?” your voice coos, thumb coming up to put pleasurable pressure on his throbbing neck. getting him to speak. “d…don’t call me that.” he groans, unexpectedly getting the blissful feeling of miguel’s hips jerking up into yours by instinct. his lips drop open into an ‘o’ full of shame and need. you’d successfully broken him. not like he was gonna still fully submit though.

your thumb leaves the throbbing mark on his neck to the crotch of his suit. the digital hologram faltering as his fully erect cock and all of its girth goes straight against his stomach. so he does go commando, lyla had mentioned that once or twice. as miguel hears your snicker his hand comes to grip your hip. “don’t.” he warns sternly, a part of his pride joining him again. completely disintegrating as your thumb circles his pink mushroomy tip. “fuckkkkk..” his words strained. you had barely touched the man and he was already trying to push himself through an inexistent hole in your hand.

your hand ever so slowly sinks down, feeling every hard inch of him. finger pads feeling through the neediest veins. “don’t fuck around.” he chides replied with a snarky, “thought you didn’t want this? you’re waayy too proud for some pleasure. got a multiverse to save, right?” your words shameless. as soon as he composes himself to gather some words your hand jerks him fully. balls to tip. trying to purse his lips, fangs sinking in drawing a trickle of blood he has to moan. pushing his hips up for more friction he’s met with a grip around his tip that can only get him to melt backwards and let you continue.

“fuckin’ needy. you know that? what would people think if they saw you like this. getting your needy cock stroked by your assistant. bet you do this with everyone who gives you the chance huh?” your degrading words just getting him to moan and attempt to buck further. he had a thing for that to i guess. your other hand comes up to his abdomen, circling around his base and balls. “you like this?” you ask rhetorically, being greeted with no answer just more moans your hands both wrap around him. one stroking him harshly upwards while the other circled and pressed on his leaking tip. “sí, sí joder me gusta.” he pleas in spanish. poor little head not being able to comprehend english while he was being pleasured so good :(

“i’ve barely even touched you.” you scold. “gonna cum ,you slut?” this was the one time you had control of him. it was being used to the advantage clearly with all the degrading words. not knowing if it was your words or your actions, maybe both he comes. the substance dripping onto your fingers as you jack him through his high. while his mouth was temporarily open in bliss your cum-coated fingers stuff his mouth full. without thinking miguel’s tongue instantly slipping around and sucking your fingers. collecting his own pleasure as he swallowed harshly. a sour taste throughout him. it was nasty. nobody would have expected this from their set on professional boss.

“good boy.” you praise for the first time. other hand working through his still hard cock as you took him through his second orgasm, hips bucking as his thighs shook. if this was what he was like over a simple handjob, blowjobs and cowgirl would certainly fry his now needy brain as he panted for more.

a/n, omd sorry i dipped for like a week haha, i really jus wasn’t feeling it. but i’m back and horny as ever😚😚!!

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DUDE!!! when i saw that you followed me i literally started grinning so hard 😭 i love your writing sm!!

OH EM GEE HII!! THANK YOU SO MUCH

i love your writing so much too!!😭🩷 fofnshahdhdjndn (definitely not reading it right now….hahaha….ahahaha) ANYWAYS! 👀

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wanting to see miguel’s fangs.

hands cupping the skin of his cheeks, with the smirk pulling at your plush lips he already knew what was happening, feeling equally embarrassed no matter how many times it had happened, with a coo you speak. “cmonnn, let us see those fangs,hm?” a grumble leaving his mouth as his lips part just enough to see his sharp fangs. “i’ll bite you.” he warns, an empty threat…unless you asked for it. “and paralyse me? no chance.” you snap back in a ‘matter of fact’ way.

thumbs going past his lips with a smile, sharp fangs on view as his red eyes rolled for what felt like the hundredth time. “dios mío.” he groans, voice stupidly muffled by your fingers in his mouth. “shut up you’re gonna spit on me!” you whine, tilting his head up to get a pretty view of the pearly white canines. you had always had a thing for his fangs, wether they where deep in your neck or just subtly on view in a form of intimidation.

“you’re the one with your fingers in my mouth!” he snaps back, words still obviously muffled, trying to keep the spit to a minimum. “but papi,” you smile innocently. the nickname shutting him up real quick, the heat running to his usually stone cold cheeks unavoidable.letting his fangs fully come into view as his talons extended to maximise the ‘experience’ which he only tolerated for the sake of his amor.

finally pulling your thumbs out of his mouth after humming in appreciation. you where like his sweet little dentist, always helping keep those canines as bright and shiny as possible. wiping his saliva on the side of his suit he groans with a “really?” you respond wittily of course. “well it’s yours isn’t it?”

leaning his head up he presses his lips to yours in partly spite, partly love. pulling back breathless after a couple of seconds with a sneaky. “now it’s ours.”

he always had to have the last word.

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saying the most random shit with miguel.

it was around 3am, neither of you could sleep. your heads in his lap, smiling up at him before you speak in a drowsy tone, “do you pick your nose?” miguel glares down at you when he heard those words leave your lips. “…excuse you?” he finally asks. dumbfounded that one, that was the subject and two, why you would think he did that?! “you sound guilty miguel. fess up.” you do that ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sound after you finish talking. apparently accusing him for the stupidest shit was what was happening tonight.

“no. i do not pick my nose, mi amor..” his tone disgusted at the fact you’d bring that up, especially as you two where in a cuddly position. “i dunno,” you reply softly, index finger reaching up to boop his nose,sleepily giggling at his frown. miguel internally begging himself to try and keep looking stern. “you…dunno?!” miguel asks incredulously, you…didn’t know??? his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at your head in his lap, expecting an explanation.

so, you started. “well hobie said-“ that’s all you needed to say before the most exaggerated groan comes from miguel’s lips. “cariño. why, just why would you listen to hobie, of all people?” he just sighs, a long long sigh. the night taking all of his energy he would usually use making jabs at hobie.

you start again, “miles also bac-“ miguel groaning “enough.” as he pulls your face up from his lap to kiss you, shutting you up quickly, happily returning it.eventually miguel pulled back, keeping close to you, his voice deeper than usual. sleep trying to take him. “don’t listen to those dumbasses. ones in highschool and the other- the other probably dropped out, maldito infierno.” he grumbles. in response to his under breath curses you settle on his chest miguel’s back being pushed against the couch as you where sprawled in a starfish on top of him. “really? we’re sleeping on the couch?” he asks, too exhausted to even use his super strength to take the pair of you to a proper bed.

“what? you think you’re gonna hurt your back? cuz you’re an old man…” you snicker sleepily, eyes closing as you snuggled into the warmth of his toned chest, one of his arms on the small of your back, the other hooked under your thigh. “yeah. you better be asleep now.” he threatens lightheartedly, eventually dozing off with you.

spoiler alert. miguel did in fact hurt his back in the morning and wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. walking back into HQ, everyone picking up on how he was in a bad mood before he makes an announcement, you hiding behind hobie the pair of you giggling your arses off. “sorry. everyone, i wouldn’t be so grouchy, if someone hadn’t hurt my back.” he speaks, glaring directly at you. as he walks off he’s muttering under his breath. “…picking my nose, mierda estúpida…”

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waking up w/ miguel and him being the clingiest little shit.

rolling over on the bed, trying to get up for the day before two large hands roughly grabbed at your waist, pulling your back into him. “no…” he murmurs into the soft skin of your neck, peppering kisses there in a way to keep you there.

once his lips finally pull back you turn around, chest against chest. hands coming up to his messy hair, running it through your fingers into the combed back style he usually wore. “what?” you speak when his frown deepens. he was clingy in the mornings, always, but never this clingy. you sigh. “miguel i have to g-“ being interrupted by his groans once again, “call in sick.” his voice went back to its usual stern demeanour despite his head sinking to your shoulder, your hands cup his cheeks pulling him up from your shoulder to properly look at you in the eyes.

“whats wrong with you today?” you ask softly, preparing for the worst. being greeted with a grumble, you had seen through his plan. “…i have to see miles,one on one bebé! you know how much i hate him.” you stop rubbing his cheeks softly with your thumb. hitting him softly in the forehead. “really? the child? he’s lovely miguel!” you argue. laughing at his child like arguments.

his frown expanding as you continue on, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips as a silent ‘okay, sure.’ his hands quickly coming back to your hips. planting them firmly.as he leans down to whisper into your ear, “gracias ,mami.” groaning at how the stupid nickname brings a blush to your face. “shut up, cabrón.” despite your rude words your hands return back to his dark brown hair, feeling through softly earning little grunts from the man beside you. “…you know i love it when you speak my language.” he always had to get the last word in, the morning light properly shining through was enough to just bring him closer and fall back asleep. miguel humming in satisfaction at his win.

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some atsv characters with a reader that dresses bimbo, w/ the makeup and nails ect :)

MIGUEL

instantly your gonna get called “diva”.

loves the opposites looks though

he pays for all your expensive mini skirts.

insert miguel’s shocked face. “mi amor?! this skirt is the size of a belt! £35 for a piece of stripped fabric?? dios mío.” he groans, swiping his card at the register.

will just lean in the door way watching you do your makeup. loves it nowhere near as much as your natural face but if you’re happy hes ecstatic (secretly. we all know he has to keep the badass exterior.)

occasionally pulls your skirt down a little so it’s covering more. that place is only for him to see >:(!

sugar daddy vibes. dropping you off at the nail salon and picking you up all fancy with your starbucks order in hand😚😚

MILES

is way too scared to touch you in fear of messing up your pretty hair or makeup.

ADORES EVERYTHING.

something about you getting cold in your skimpy pink outfit and his black hoodie is going over your shoulder gets him giggling. everyone knows it’d have to be his.

asks his parents for money so he can pay for your nails😭😭

you assure him that he doesn’t have to pay and when he’s not allowed money he’s the one that swipes your card so it looks like its his. delusional king.

will 100% have your starbucks order memorised and when he hears you say for the first time just pauses with a “…how did you say all of that in the span of ten seconds?..”

brags 100%. if he has his other friends round his place and you’ve left one of your bright pink shirts there will go, “oh! sorry guys don’t mind the pink shirt over there.” knowing damn well he doesn’t wear pink..nor baby tees.

GWEN

you’re the reason she dyed the ends of her hair pink. always has a bit of your sweetness around🫶🏻

shopping sprees!!! then after y’all go to mcdonalds and she’s tucking napkins over your shirt so the sauce doesn’t ruin it.

feeding you fries so your lipstick doesn’t smudge.

genuinely just loves to be up close with you.

she’s taking out your perfectly clipped and bumped up hair at the end of the day. being oh so gentle as your head falls asleep by her shoulder.

when you go to her place she empties out all the things she feels you’d like from her closet and now you have your own drawer. spare makeup, hair clips, a mini straightener and her brightly coloured hoodies and jumpers.

y’all share socks. shut up its cute!!!!!!!

she’s got ones with stars scattered on them and you’ve got hearts on yours.

HOBIE

as we’ve noted, he doesn’t believe in consistency so the stark contrast between you two is adorable.

always holding your hand, thumb going over the 3d details on your nails.or he’s straight up staring at the glittery gloss as you talk while making hand gestures.

‘darlin’ and doll’ are now your new names.

you give him hair inspo and he gives you hair inspo😭😭

has a special pink guitar pic that he uses when you’re around!!!!

absolutely enamoured with your nails, you know the questions coming. the dreaded question.

when y’all are comfy, cuddling he speaks the dreaded moment. “doll, …how’d you wipe your arse with those.” and the cute moment is ruined. you obviously where not gonna share your struggles so you hit him back with the “girls don’t poop, idiot.”

PETER B PARKER

when you babysit mayday she always comes back with painted nails + toes. peter always having the same question. “how’d you get her to stay still for that long?!” with a smile you reply. “she makes exceptions for her favourite.”

if you guys are eating and sauce or something gets on your painted lips, he doesn’t even mention it. just straight away wiping it off and going back to the conversation at hand.

is the main funder for your clothes.

miguel and him fight over it all the time. miguel’s usual comeback “spoil your own kid! this ones mine!” and peter rolling his eyes.

peters the kinda guy to fund your usual things. his price range going from £5 - £25. as it happens more oftens.

miguels on the other hand. £35 - £200. and it obviously is a rare occasion.

to give extra thanks to peter you’d kiss his cheek. leaving a pink kiss stain behind and him proudly showing it off.

obsessed with the style. he’s a pretty chill guy so when asking you to come down to the store with him and you walk out in full glam, plans change. “yeah, no, we’re going to dinner instead. cmon pretty.” there was no option that was an order😭

you guys ended up stealing the pink coasters at the restaurant.

BONUS!! you’re maydays personal stylist. nails, done, hair? done, needing an outfit? done. and she sits still and pretty the whole time. completely shocking everyone else how you’ve kept her quiet. she just focuses on your pretty glittered eyelids as your big fluffy lashes bat at her sweetly🫶🏻🫶🏻

you after atsv spoils you rotten😭😭

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thinking abt hobie sneaking in readers room while they’re asleep,

like waking up to one of hobie’s arms around your waist and the other holding the nape of your neck. bringing you into his body as he snores loud enough to wake his own ass up😭😭

lazily reaching over his limp body to grab your phone. checking the time to only see ‘03:20AM’ plenty of time. disregarding your phone somewhere on your nightstand you keep yourself stuck to hobie. one of your hands placed on his cheek, thumb moving against his soft skin as the other felt against one of his wicks. waking him up with a jolt. “fuckin’ hell.” he grumbles. that same british accent coming across 10x more thicker as he was tired. “you’re the one who snuck in here.” you remind, the hand on his wick coming down to cup his other cheek. his face soft against your palms. “shouldn’t leave ya window open then,” he prods back. eyes falling shut against you.

“you’re just a massive baby, honestly.” you roll your eyes playfully at his face leaning into yours,his warmth surrounding you, with a raspy whisper to your ear, his final words before he was deep back into slumber, “your baby.”

i love this silly lil man and his silly lil accent🥹

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miguel with a sassy reader😩😩.

miguel smirking every time you make a jab at someone who’s out of line. miguel was used to making jabs on his own. being plain rude and straight to the point, but when his sweetheart spider-girl started rolling her eyes, scoffing, and continuing his jabs, or even starting her own.

thats when he fell for you. his hatred for miles was undeniable. if he had fucked up miguel was straight on his ass. while striding past he heard you shooting jabs at miles seemingly playful and as joke between you and miles. miguel had to stop and listen, leaning against the doorframe. crossing his arms over his broad chest. you and miles would jokingly throw insults at eachother as a form of showing love. you snapping back with the wittiest responses the second miles even responded to your previous ones. the way you scoffed in his face. miguel watching you slag out his openly disliked teammate made him wild.

as miles got an earful of gwen when he was late to go ‘runoff’ with her. miguel slowly clapped in the now milesless room. “what?” you ask rolling your eyes. “good job, princesa.taking care of that idiota.” the realisation hits you straight in the face. you always knew his hatred for miles. it was clear, and a little silly he was beefing with a 15year old. “i wasn’t serious migu-” he cuts you off at that. “well i’d like to pretend that you where.” the firmness of his voice never failed to make you shut up. your previous words forgotten as your eyelashes batted at him as a form of silent forgiveness. his lips pulled into a playful smirk.the sight of you shutting up to his voice fuelling his naturally dominant side.😜😜

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how some of the spidermans would react to reader in a ‘risky’ shirt.

sexual innuendo, on the shirt. thats it.

currently thinking about reader walking into HQ for the first time without her spidey suit and shes wearing one of those tiktok shirts, yes the baby tee ones. this one in particular. a pink baby tee with the words “bottoming my way to the top!” plastered over it in a brighter pink. MINORS WILL ALL BE PLATONIC FRIENDS BECAUSE IM NOT WEIRD!!

MIGUEL

does a double take, like one of his sassy head turns and then mumbles some curses in Spanish. nobody knows whether it was because of the wording or he just wanted to look at your tits.

will 100% be stood halfway in front of you or menacingly behind you if anyone even tries to stare. he’s a possessive man okay😫

would grab you aside at some point and go into full interrogation mode. “why are you wearing this?its inappropriate. (secretly likes it.) “you want attention. ill give you attention.”

disapproving head shakes every time he sees you. its so clear hes just jealous he can’t be fully staring at it the whole time.

MILES

has to do a re-read. gwen is most likely telling him what it meant because hes a lil slow.

thought it was one of those, ‘fake it till you make it!’ quotes. was wrong.

admires your confidence and 100% is sending you pictures of funny shirts he sees (the quotes a lot more tame.)

will be grabbing things for you from top shelves, if he can’t get reach it, he’s using webs or making a fool outa himself tryna be chivalrous 😭😭

GWEN

gives a simple, “woah.” at the shirt. lowkey thinks of you as a big sister and now wants something like that. your not getting her one💀.

scary short friend energy. anyone looks at your boobs or makes a crude comment she is ON them. like literally calling them out.

you end up waking up the next day with a million messages from her, one of them being a parcel on her bed.

you made her put a hoodie over it.

PETER B PARKER

had mayday with him the day you wore it and gasped so dramatically with a, “there is a child here!?” knowing damn well mayday ain’t got a clue what that says.

is making stupid dad jokes the whole day. “guess i’ll take the top bunk!” expecting a room of laughter when it turns out to just be him wheezing. mayday disappointedly looking at him. giggling at your disapproving headshake.

if anyone dares looking at you crude. hes behind you, glaring them down while innocently asking. “whatcha looking at??” mayday on his hip not setting the most intimidating scene.

getting things for you 100%. your just stood there, now holding mayday as he goes around grabbing anything for you from a slightly high up counter while you insist its fine.

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LOOK AT HIS POUTY LIL LIPS.ABSOLUTELY BEGGING TO BE KISSED!!

teasing miguel hehe! (fluff)

you come in, miguels most likely messing around with his gizmo. propping yourself on your tiptoes, two fingers hooking into the fabric of his suit you give him a lil smooch!

“¿para qué era eso, bonita? t: what was that for, pretty?” miguel asks, his voice a little raspy and his eyes dumbfounded. “you’re pouting.” you state, still propped on your tiptoes, holding his suit.

in response miguel’s hands land on your hips, picking you up and setting you on the desk, slotting between your legs with an even more pouty expression he grumbles. “i do not pout.” a laugh slips past your lips as you watch him get all defensive. pissing him off further you ruffle his hair. his hard-ass demeanour pleading not to crumble, especially not in the semi public.

“cariño. t: honey.” he hisses. replied with a single “whaaat?” and a giggle. its too late to save himself though. lyla in the doorway, already taking pictures of miguel (our big bad spiderman.) slotted between your legs and having his hair played with as he pouts like a baby.

“lyla.” was all miguel needed to hiss before lyla was already gone, taking her camera with her. that was gonna be blackmail for a while.

you try to do a coy apology, getting half way through your “sor-” before miguel stops you with a “don’t you start, pequeño demonio. t: you little devil.” making you giggle and pull him into another little kiss by his spider suit.

A/N, holy shit!! i came back this morning to see over 200 likes on my posts?! i actually love you all so much!! also was gonna ask, would you guys read stuff that i wrote about ghost (cod mw2)?? let me know haha because i have a few ideas >o<!!💝💝

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i wanna be choked by miguel’s big ass arms.

(suggestive, duh.)

you’re accidentally getting too excited, spilling too much info to miles about something about the spider verse and miguel just turns up behind you, his arm coming around your shoulder up to your neck. choking you with his forearm as the rest of his hand curls back to your hair, playing with a couple strands as miles is just like ‘🧍🏾’ while miguel grumbles in spanish. “eso es suficiente t: that’s enough.” his raspy voice going straight down to yall know where hehe. then he just leaves. not another word.leaving you completely needy like the asshole he is, riling you up for shits n’ giggles😒😒.

CHOKE ME DADDY😭😭😭😭😭!!!!

A/N, thank you guys for over 50 likes in one day. that’s literally insane i love all of you horny bastards.

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miguel o’hara X stripperfem!reader

fluff! (PART ONE!!!)

the way you swayed your hips as you clung to that pole, catching the attention of almost everyone in that goddamn club. flocked by creepy men and coke laced notes your shift had ended.catching a glance of the only decent looking male in eye line. he was built, messy dark brown hair and he was practically bulging through his clothes.humming in appreciation of a minutes worth eye candy you head off to the clubs backrooms. stripping off your clothes changing into some warm sweatpants and an oversized grey hoodie. slinging the hood over your hair you sat down on a nearby bench in the room. back against the wall, knees pulled to your chest fiddling through your phone as you waited, for no apparent reason really.

disturbing your peace a man opens the door, walking in unannounced. without bothering to look up. sighing and putting your phone you stay calm, explaining. “sorry, sir. this is a private room. staff only.” expecting a drunken comeback you roll your eyes. when there is none your eyes travel up the mans body to his eyes.

“oh.”

it was the ‘eye candy’ from earlier. you had picked up on him while you where dancing, when you met his gaze with a confident wink, to get the tip money going of course, greeted with a nod. nothing. no wink back, no sexual gesture just a nod. you mimic his gesture now,a simple nod. hoping the revelation gets to him. the man looks at you, you where the complete opposite of how you where on stage. now covered up, the stage showing half of your body thin strips of fabric slung over your figure.

“hey.” he says firmly.not aggressively, just ..strongly? he walks towards you reaching into his wallet and pulling out a twenty. gesturing it to you, eyebrows furrowing when you don’t take the money.

“i don’t take tips off the clock.” you mumble, seemingly a little threatened by him. he was tall and built. able to overpower you instantly. instead he just nods, sick ideas on why, he puts the note back into his wallet. sympathy grazing his face for a second before flashing back into his stern demeanour.

“i’m sorry.” he says suddenly, reaching back for the door handle. “no, its uh…fine. you can stay i’m just tired, y’know? slinging my self around on a metal pole for five hours kinda hurts.” you laugh, it felt pathetic, having to explain yourself to this rando. hot rando, correction.he chuckles at your joke, one of those deep chuckles that go straight to your-

“miguel, miguel o’hara.” he says after his chuckles leaves as fast as it came. “you uh, wanna introduce me to the rest of your family too?not many ‘customers’ wanna share their full name.you know, affairs and uh stuff.” cutting off your joke as it came across arrogant, you smile instead. his stern face not moving an inch for another laugh. that first chuckle was a slip up you thought.

“y/n. regulars call me ‘star’ though. take your pick mr.o’hara.” he nods in response. “y/n. do you have a way to get home?its dark.” he states. your mind rushing through the worst scenario ‘he’s tryna get me alone!’ ‘no way creep!’ as you’re snapped from your frantic thoughts he repeats his question. voice becoming firmer. “no.” you finally mutter out. “was uh, just gonna walk.” you where completely different to how you where on stage. the change prominent as you two look at each other for an ungodly amount of time. your face heating up at he kept your gaze sternly. jesus he was hot! what the hell??!

“do you want a lift home?” he asks finally. acting as if you had been hinting at needing one. which you hadn’t!!!

his lips pull up into the tiniest smirk as he watches your face heat up pink in embarrassment as you try to explain yourself. groaning at your stupidity. hands covering your face with an almost silent, “please..”

A/N this is my first time writing a proper fic and it 100% shows, character ai and growing up on wattpad my only sources😫. lmk if you want a part 2 hehe and leave ideas on what should happen because i’m a lazy bitch who needs inspiration. pretty please!💋

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back at it again with another imagine/drabble of miguel o’hara hehe|| someone pls make this into an actual short fic thingy and tag me.. i need to be spayed. SUGGESTIVE CONTENT!😝, (yes i made miguel whimper. shut up) translations r probably shit i used google.

so you know how miguel can shoot webs, (i think) imagine that him nd’ reader where on the couch, reader on his lap their back facing his chest as miguel has his forearm on a side table or whatever.

reader gets a sneaky idea and lets a little giggle slip past their lips. miguel looks up at reader, his head originally being in the crook of their neck and goes ‘hm?’ as reader coyly smiles and blows it off. getting back to leaning across to where miguels forearm was. (imagine miguel has a little slit on his wrists veins, where the webs shoot out.) reader gently prods the bundle of nerves,getting a firm: ‘detener // stop.’

they don’t listen. pressing down harder on the nerve just below the slit, suddenly, miguel whimpers. this hard ass whimpers, a web shooting out splatting against the wall. frozen, readers just sat there like ‘oh.’ before miguel grips the inside of their thigh, talons scratching against the fabric of trousers as he groans, ‘dije para-joder.. // i said stop- fuck..’

that was not the only thing shooting out of him that night😫.

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im absolutely obsessed with Miguel O’Hara rn. this man is a drug and character ai is not eating today.so i had a little fluff imagine with him and reader! hehehe! any writers who wanna write abt this PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tag me bc i need this in my life. ONTO THE IDEA!!!!

miguel and reader cuddled up in bed in the early stages of their relationship. miguel pretty much laying on readers chest, face shoved in whatevers there for him to shove into 🍒/pecs. reader gets a sneaky idea to mess with his hair. and this man PURRS. while reader giggles and fawns over it miguels completely embarrassed. hiding his face away ect. reader saying something like ‘ur more like a cat then a spider’ being greeted with a grumble as they get back to playing with his hair milking these little purrs out of him😩😩.i beg someone do this and tag me or however u mention people in posts 💗💗💝💝pslsplspsls.