#Miguel x black!reader

[inlovewithpandora]

Cowboy!Miguel and Farmer’s!daughter!reader who felt a spark for each other when they met for the first time when her parents hired Miguel as the new farm hand to help alleviate some of the chores off their plate.

Farmer’s!daughter!reader who shows Cowboy!Miguel how things work on the farm, explaining everything from feeding schedules for the animals to crop rotations as she leads him through the fields and shows him the barns and sheds on the property. For a while there’s a teacher/student dynamic, her showing Cowboy!Miguel the ropes while he stands back and watches but slowly, over time the lessons grew less formal, more casual, and the quiet glances they exchanged as the two of them worked side by side turned into something softer.

Cowboy!Miguel who loves the way Farmer’s!daughter!reader’s country accent rolls off her tongue so he often has her talk him through tasks when they're working side by side even though he already knows how to do them, he just wants to hear her sweet voice.

Farmer’s!daughter!reader who loves to cook and bake so almost every week she’s sending Cowboy!Miguel home with some tasty treats and he always accepts because everything she makes for him tastes delicious. Cowboy!Miguel knows how much cooking means to Farmer’s!daughter!reader so he never misses a chance to compliment her creations because he loves to see her light up at his praise.

Farmer’s!daughter!reader who brings Cowboy!Miguel a nice cold beer and a snack when he’s working so she can have an excuse to talk to him on her days off and so her parents don't suspect anything going on between them because she knows they won't agree.

Farmer’s!daughter!reader who feels a heat spread in her lower region when she sees Cowboy!Miguel working in the field shirtless, wearing nothing but his faded jeans, black leather belt with a silver buckle, and one of his many cowboy hats that cast a perfect shadow upon his face, bringing out the definition of his facial features and the stubble that surrounds his chin.

Cowboy!Miguel who does the act on purpose because he knows that it gets Farmer’s!daughter!reader all riled up and he loves to see the heated expression on her face and the playful, yet flirty banter that comes with it.

“Didn’t expect any company out here,” he says, his voice teasing but gentle as he looks up at her from the ground as he works on fixing the bottom of the fence so the pigs can’t wiggle their way out anymore.

Reader scrambles for an excuse, feeling the heat creep all the way up to her ears. “I—I just came to bring some extra supplies from the barn. Thought you might need ‘em.”

Miguel’s eyes look to the few extra boards in her hands, then back to her, his smirk widening just a bit. “Well, I appreciate it. Though I think you’re the one who might be needing some air.”

Reader lets out a nervous laugh, trying to play it off as if she isn’t admiring the way his body is glistening under the sun’s harsh rays. “It’s just hot, is all. Figured you’d be meltin’ out here without a shirt.”

His gaze lingers on her for a moment longer, a playful glint in his eyes as he tilts his hat up, allowing her to see the beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face. “Doesn’t seem like you mind too much.”

Her face starts to practically burn now, but she doesn't know if it’s from the heat or the way Miguel’s insinuating that she likes seeing him unclothed. Either way she holds his gaze, deciding to avert from her usual shyness and be a little bold. “Well, if you’re gonna walk around half-dressed, I can’t promise I won’t look.”

Miguel chuckles at her comment, he’s surprised she said that because usually the women he meets don’t speak their mind like that but it’s clear that she’s different. He stands up from his kneeling position and steps a few inches closer to her, bridging the gap between them both and causing him to tower over her small frame. “Guess I’ll have to work shirtless more often then.”

“Better be careful,” she whispers, feeling a thrill at the way his eyes darken from the softness of her tone. “You might give a girl the wrong idea.”

He grins, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips before meeting her eyes again. “Or maybe… the right one.”

Cowboy!Miguel who loves taking Farmer’s!daughter!reader horseback riding across the dirt trails when both of them have finished their duties around the farm. Farmer’s!daughter!reader has a competitive spirit so she’s always challenging Cowboy!Miguel to a race and he’s always ready to accept.

Cowboy!Miguel who enjoys lightening Farmer’s!daughter!reader’s load by secretly completing a task she mentioned needed to be done earlier in the day because he knows it’ll make her day smoother since she has a lot on her plate.

Farmer’s!daughter!reader who patches up Cowboy!Miguel when he gets hurt working on different projects around the farm because he doesn’t like to make a big deal of his injuries and would walk around all bruised up if she allowed him to.

Cowboy!Miguel who can’t stand the thought of Farmer’s!daughter!reader being sick and alone while her parents were out of town so he comes over and takes care of her. He knows how much she hates being under the weather and he isn’t about to let her handle it on her own, especially since she came down with a nasty cold that’s paired with a fever.

“Miguel, I told you over the phone you didn’t have to come and babysit me,” she mutters, her voice hoarse and nasally. “I’m fine.” She tell him as she’s curled up on the couch, surrounded by crumpled tissues and her favorite blanket.

“Uh-huh,” Miguel raises an eyebrow, unimpressed at the way she’s trying to pretend she don’t feel like crap right now. “You sound real fine, mija. Like you’re ready to run a marathon.” Sarcasm drips from his tone as he sets the bags down on the table, full of things that’ll help her feel better. To the cowboy she looks miserable—puffy eyes, stuffy nose, and a feverish flush across her cheeks—but somehow she still manages to glare at him through her illness, making him shake his head at her stubbornness.

“I’m serious, Mig. You don’t need to hover over me, I can take care of myself and the house just fine.” She shoots back, letting out a weak cough before pulling the blanket tighter around her. The glare she’s giving him might be more convincing if her cheeks weren’t flushed with fever and her voice didn’t sound so pitifully hoarse.

He crouches beside her, his sharp gaze softening as he places a hand gently on her forehead. “You’re burning up, y/n. You can barely argue with me without coughing, let alone keep the house running.”

She swats at his hand, her glare softening into something more exhausted than defiant. “I’m okay, Miguel. Really. You don’t have to fuss over me like this.”

“You’re not,” Miguel said firmly, standing and heading toward the kitchen. “So you can keep being stubborn, but I’m staying. No arguments.”

Her lips twitch in what could be interpreted into a smile as she sinks back against the pillows, settling into the couch with a grumble. “Fine. But only because I’m too tired to fight you anymore.”

“Smart girl,” Miguel called over his shoulder, already rummaging through the cabinets. “Now sit tight, cariño. I’ve got this.”

Farmer’s!daughter!reader who slips into one of her velvet nightgowns that accentuates her assets and sneaks out to the back house where Cowboy!Miguel stays sometimes when he has a long work day and doesn’t feel like driving home.

Cowboy!Miguel who has to implement all his self control of not having his way with Farmer’s!daughter!reader when he notices how full and plump her breasts are in her nightgown because he wants to be a true gentleman.

Farmer’s!daughter!reader who isn’t afraid of hard work and is always asking Cowboy!Miguel if he needs help but he always tells her that he has it under control.

“Just focus on being pretty while I break a sweat, okay, querida?” He says with a slight smirk while placing his hat on her head so she doesn’t have to worry about the sun shining on her face while she keeps him entertained, causing a smile to creep onto her lips.

Cowboy!Miguel who gets protective over Farmer’s!daughter!reader when he takes her into the city and notices all the guys that are staring at her. Farmer’s!daughter!reader doesn’t mind the attention because she knows how pretty she is and that if anything was to go too far, like someone making her feel uncomfortable he would protect her.

Farmer’s!daughter!reader who initiates their first kiss. She knows that Cowboy!Miguel is holding back out of respect for her, wanting to take things slow and let her set the pace. But the longer he waits, the more restless she becomes. She decides to take matters into her own hands, determined to show him she’s ready for more, even though she’s shy about making it known.

The night is peaceful and quiet, the stars casting a soft and gentle glow over the field as reader and Miguel lay side by side in the bed of his truck. The quilts she’d brought along provide a cozy barrier against the truck bed’s cool metal, their warmth competing with the crisp countryside air. The breeze carries the scent of earth and hay, rustling the trees softly, while the distant hum of cicadas fills the spaces between their words.

Reader shivers slightly as the breeze rolls by, and Miguel was quick to notice. He shifts closer to her, draping an arm over her shoulder to pull her against him. “Cold?”

“A little,” she murmurs, her cheek brushing against his shoulder. “But I don’t mind it.”

“Good thing I’m here,” he teases, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

She rolls her eyes, but her smile betrays her and tells a different story, showing that she’s amused by his comment. “Big, tough cowboy to the rescue,” she quipped, nudging him lightly. “Guess I’ll keep you around.”

Miguel chuckles, the warmth of his laugh settling over her like another quilt. He rubs her arm gently, his thumb grazing her skin in a way that sends a shiver through her—though this one has nothing to do with the cold. She looks up at him, her eyes meeting his, and the playful atmosphere subtly shifts.

The tension that’s been simmering for the past few months since they first met is beginning to become more intense and impossible to ignore. It lingers in every stolen glance the two of them share, the way his hands are attached to her body longer than necessary when he helps her down from the tractor, and how a spark ignites whenever their hands brush each other when working side by side on the farm.

Reader can feel it—the rush of anticipation that stirs inside her whenever she’s near Miguel. Her heart races a little faster whenever his gaze meets hers, and her breath catches in her throat every time his rough voice whispers one of the many pet names he has for her. She knows that the cowboy is holding back, trying his best to give her space, but the longer he waits, the more restless she becomes. It's almost as if they're both waiting for the other to make the first move, but neither of them dares to cross that invisible line.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he murmurs, his voice dropping, “and I’m not gonna be able to behave.”

Her heart races at his words, a blush creeping into her cheeks. But she didn’t look away. Instead, she let her hand rest on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath her palm. “Maybe I don’t want you to behave,” she whispers to him, her voice shy but filled with a sense of determination.

Miguel’s eyes darken within seconds at your remark, his hand moving to cup her cheek, gently gliding his thumb against your skin. “Careful, cariño,” he warns softly, though the heat in his gaze betrays his restraint.

“I’m serious, Miguel.” she begins, her voice trembling slightly as she works up the courage to push past their current boundaries. “I know you want to respect me, but you don’t always have to respect me.”

Miguel’s eyes darken at her words, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, his grip tightening just enough to show he’s listening closely. For a moment, he stays silent, considering her with a quiet intensity. Then, his lips curl into a slow, almost teasing smile, but there’s something more serious behind it. “You sure about that?” he murmurs, his thumb gently stroking her skin as if it’ll help him feel the truth in her words. “Because once we cross this line, there’s no going back—”

Instead of answering, she closes the gap between them, her lips capturing his in a kiss that’s soft yet filled with conviction. She feels his surprise at first, but then his body responds, his hands sliding to her waist and pulling her body closer to him as he deepens the kiss, his lips pressing harder against hers. There's no more restraint now, just the raw, unspoken need that they both share.

Words from Artist — This is my first time doing a au!character x au!reader so let me know if you like the pairing cowboy!miguel x farmer’s!daughter!reader and if you would like to see more of them! If you have any ideas you would like to see with the pairing feel free to send them to my ask box! I hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave a comment, like, and reblog!

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[romiantic]

MIGUEL O’HARA IS IN LOVE WITH….

→ READING: chubby!black!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + slightly suggestive

→ A/N: thank you to @ttu-tmp for requesting <3. chubby miguel lovers, come get y’all food

MIGUEL O’HARA is in love with the way you carry yourself. Through the hardships and hard times, you’ve built a confidence that miguel relishes. His heart thumps every time your presence is made known, and he knows when your presence is entered. But also how you always look so….sophisticated. Sometimes too sophisticated for this rigid man, something about your essence just reminds him you’re too good for him but still love him

MIGUEL O’HARA is in love with the way such tight clothing can shape your body. He thinks the clothes display a statue of your body, showing off your hip dips he adores, your pudgy stomach that sits well, the thick thighs that he loves holding onto. Tight clothes drives him mad, it’s a constant reminder how beautiful your shape and is always ready to pounce on you like a lion in his hunger state (to say the least)

MIGUEL O’HARA is in love with what your shape does to him. While sitting on his lap, he’s flushed on how belly peaks through your shirt or how your thighs barely cover his toned calves. His hand roaming every and anywhere, giving a small squeeze at each part he loves the most. Sometimes he’ll get too touchy and kisses , just his chiseled face brushing lightly against your shoulder. A peck here, a peck there, each peck goes deeper as they lead to light kisses on your chubby cheeks

MIGUEL O’HARA is in love with how your thicker body is matched well with his muscles, your chubby face smushed up against his, and your stomach giving him comfort and peace. He always finds his hands placed well on top of your stomach. A tracing of a heart there while he hums low to whatever is playing. He finds peace, he finds assurance that you don’t hide yourself from him, and let him love you how he wants. That sometimes can be very loving

⭑ yes I gave it the same name as hobert, so what 🙄

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐃 💗: Philippians 4:6!

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[ierr]

╭﹐ఌ﹕ Scream For Me Mi Amor ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖬𝖨𝖦𝖴𝖤𝖫 𝖮.

cw/tw. biting , pain kink, degradation , light smut, marking, POSSESSIVE MIGUEL 🗣️, top!miguel, bottom!reader, black!reader

an. so. I watched the new Spider-Man movie and boy when i tell you…Miguel, Hobie AND Miles had me in a choke hold- Bit anyways i decided to write this short story because i haven’t been seeing that much Miguel x Reader stories ESPECIALLY Black Readers so i’m gonna change that right now! Hope you guys enjoy!

I’m out here spoiling y’all frl..😭 Had this in my drafts for a week so i decided to post this to feed y’all as i continue writing these requests, anyways love yallll 🫶🏽!

summary. - you added more flames to the fire resulting Miguel going feral.

“Maldita mocosa..(Y/N) do you not get it?!” He raised his voices as he threw his arms into the air, staring at you as you rolled your eyes, throwing your mask onto the table crossing your arms, “Why’re you getting so mad? Me and Hobie are only friends..plus I don’t say anything when you and Jessica are always together.” You mumbled that last part looking away from him, Miguel scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose before sighing, “Me and Jessica don’t flirt or get all touchy like you and that punk.” He tried to hold back a snarl but the more you were trying to justify the situation was pissing him off even more.

You darted your gaze back to him with a scoff of your own, “You think me and Hobie are flirting? What..? Do you think about this whenever I talk to a friend? A GUY friend at that?!” Miguel saw how you were starting to get mad but he was not giving a single care right now as he walked towards your frame keeping that same eye contact with him, you held up your guard as you looked at him but couldn’t bypass that feeling of unease. Miguel was a big guy with a muscular build, so being towered by him made you feel things, he stopped in front of you crossing his arms looking down at you with a scowl on his face. “You’re so oblivious with things.” He growled leaning down towards your height to be faced too faced with you, “I can see it in his eyes that he does this to get under my skin and you’re so oblivious to seeing that. I don’t want you hanging out with him anymore.” Your eyes went wide as your arms dropped down looking at him in disbelief, “Says the fuck who?!” You raised your voice as you glared at him seeing him shake his head, “You can’t decide for me..you’re NOT deciding for me. Hobie is my friend and you’re not stopping that.” You scoffed, the next thing you were about to say wasn’t really planned out..you let your emotions and anger get the best of you, you didn’t think before talking.

“I’ll have him fuck me if you think me and him are flirting at this point.” You mumbled looking away but instantly realized what you said. Your eyes went wide as you froze hearing his breath hitch, you opened your mouth to apologize but gasped when you felt a harsh grip on your throat making you look at him, you felt yourself shrink in his hold.

He was mad.

His breathing was getting heavier as his eyes went to a deep red spotting, his fangs being peaked out with a scowl on his face, “What did you say?.” You stayed quiet as you tried to avoid his stare looking anywhere else but him but that only made him more mad making him squeeze your throat, gasping as he did feeling your air way go close for a second. You were fucked! Miguel growled lowly not hearing a response slamming you against the table that was behind you getting real close to your face, the impact wasn’t hard but it did have some slight impact but not that much to hurt you as he gripped tighter around your throat. You tried to claw his hand off your throat as you tried getting off the table but he only pushed you back pinning you with his free hand feeling the sharpness of his claws from his suit, “You want him to fuck you?” He questioned with a snarl, you looked at him giving up on your fight shaking your head, “No, no! That’s not what i meant-“ You got interrupted with a whimper feeling his claws dig into your skin, “Then what did you mean, (Y/N).” He asked again, you choked on your words as you tried to explain yourself but you couldn’t. You sighed to yourself you digged too deep into your own grave you don’t know how to get out of this,

Miguel saw how you were struggling to explain yourself and that only made everything worse for yourself. You felt your heart drop as he pushed your back on top of the table standing in between your legs, Miguel stayed quiet looking at your form pinned to the table with a cocked eyebrow, he read your eyes and you were clearly enjoying it but didn’t wanna admit it through your actions, he looked towards your neck to see the previous hickeys start to fade away. He let go of your throat giving you the chance to catch your breath feeling his finger pull your suit to the side to see the marks we’re indeed starting to fade. You gulped waiting to see what he would do but that changed when a gasp left your lips feeling your suit go loose and being pulled off you exposing your top part and neck.

How did he even remember where the button was?!

You thought shivering at the air that came through the room, you were excited yet scared. Cause what if someone comes in to speak to Miguel but instead spots him ontop of you with the top part of your suit off?! You guys were in the middle of his “so called office” where anyone could enter. But Miguel didn’t seem to care, he was too pissed off to even care. “Wait! Miguel anyone could walk in and see- oh fuck.” You moaned softly feeling his lips on your sensitive spot, “Callarse la boca.” He growled in between your neck and in instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you feeling him suck on your neck, you gripped onto his shoulder digging your nails through his suit. You felt the tip of his claws against your skin, arching your back from the table feeling his free hand go to your thigh gripping it holding you in place. After the third mark he went to an open space giving it light kisses, “Don’t move Mi Vida..” He whispered before digging his fangs into your neck.

You whimpered in pain but mixed with pleasure feeling the stingy feeling start to form. “F-Fuck!” Miguel hummed in your neck feeling your nails go through his suit to his exposed shoulder scratching it, the pain was so much but it felt so good. Miguel always knew your little pain kink, he thought it was a bit strange but he got used to it kinda enjoying your screams and moans for him whenever he bit you. It hurt..it hurt so bad..but that was the fun of it, you loved every moment of it but couldn’t help but scream his name feeling his bites get harder feeling blood getting drawn, he smirked before whispering, “That’s right.”

“Scream for me mi amor.”

[pinkhoodi]

this color, no this color !

✎ᝰ — spider crew help y/n dye their hair !

♡⃕ — 1610!miles, miguel, gwen, hobie x black!reader

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + no warnings

♡⃕ — a/n: we are so back with atsv !

꒰ HOBIE BROWN ꒱

Ꮺ dying your hair with hobbie was a…mess. don’t get me wrong it was fun as both of you can make it but overall a mess

Ꮺ hobie introduced the idea of dying your hair to you actually. though when it came to the colors, he was indecisive just as much as you were so you two went to the beauty supply store and picked whatever color looks cool enough on you. I would say that you and hobie either picked polar opposite colors (you picked autumn colors meanwhile he went for a neon scheme) or picked something of similar color schemes, no in between

Ꮺ thankfully hobie knew how to deal with detangling and setting your hair up for the hair dye. he was very careful with the detangle cause he knows how tender-headed you can get. also before the putting the dye, he would consistently ask you if you really wanna go with this color and gave in when you threatened him

Ꮺ hobie would try to dye your hair in a more artistic way or something he knows suit your aesthetics. if you don’t have an aesthetic, he would def go off vibes and what kind of aura you carry around. but at the same time, he’ll ask you for some inspirations of how you want your hair to colored

Ꮺ during the process, he would have a reality show or his playlist playing in the background. sometimes he’ll hum a new song that’s in the works or tell you the progress his band is making

Ꮺ ngl, hobie can get a bit rude when dying your hair. only cause he wants this to come out exactly how you want it, not cause you can’t stay still….trust me !

Ꮺ in the end, hobie is complimenting tf out of your new result. he would smother you in compliments and think it’s one of the best pieces of work that he has done, no doubt

꒰ 1610!MILES MORALES ꒱

Ꮺ listen…he’s clueless just as much as you are. in his defense, it was your idea to do something spotaneus to your look and why not dye your hair? did he think you were crazy? …maybe ! but it ended being so much fun

Ꮺ miles have thought about dying his own hair before but having both parents be poc…yeah he knew better. not only that, but it’s already bad enough that he sneaks out for his spiderman duties, he do nawt need to make it worse with a new hair color

Ꮺ but for you, he is more than willing to help you dye hair. he just hopes that you have permission and you’re not sneaking out to do this. other than that, he is happily walking around the beauty supply store like a kid in a candy store while you’re looking for the hair dye. he’ll often come up to you and ask if you need this pomade or need this sort of gel

Ꮺ the night before miles did some research and called you to consult on what you need. he would screen share to show his pinterest board of color inspo (he’s lowkey a pinterest feen but that’s for another time), especially with your hair type. most of the phone call would be “okay but what about this?” “are you sure?” “so you’re telling me you’re not going with this?” miles just say you wanna dye YOUR hair like that…

Ꮺ but the experience was more than fun. you two’s favorite show was playing, he was telling you about his latest spiderman adventures, he’s rambling about any and everything he could think of. sometimes it would be silent when miles is fully focused or he’s asking questions to see if he’s doing it right

Ꮺ mile’s is your biggest cheerleader after it’s all over. after he takes a massive sigh and stretches his body, sometimes he forgets how tiring natural hair can take, even though he’s natural himself

꒰ GWEN STACY ꒱

Ꮺ just as bad as miles and maybe worse since she’s not familiar with your hair type. yes, she has dyed her hair before (more than likely multiple times) but she doesn’t wanna give you chemical damage or end up having you balding. which leads to her doing intensive research of what colors you should try, which box dye to buy, and how to apply the dye to your hair. listen, it was her and youtube for about five hours

Ꮺ she would be a tad bit hesitant when you asked her if she wanna helps you. she made sure that you asked her and not hobie who might be a better help than she could ever be. you reassure her that it won’t be as scary as she’s making it to be

Ꮺ now when it comes to buying the hair, please hold her hand while yall in the beauty supply store. it’s not that she’ll wander off but she is def intimidated being in there. she has a face of confusion on her as she browses on the products laid on the shelf. also asking questions on why you refuse to buy the lesser priced box dye. oh gwen baby…

Ꮺ gwen would offer to buy your stuff :). she learned how pricey it is to buy hair products from your many rants of having natural hair, so she’ll offer to pay half or at least a good amount

Ꮺ throughout the process, you guide gwen how to detangle and part your hair. she’s taking her precious time and going slow until she has enough confidence to speed herself up

Ꮺ all throughout, she would throw compliments and how she’s excited but very nervous on how the results will be. any result that would come, she know you’ll look good :)

꒰ MIGUEL O’HARA ꒱

Ꮺ now of all people you could ask…jk jk. when you asked, the man heavily side eye you and thought you were going through a phase. like no miguel, i just wanna change my look. he’ll ask if you’re sure that you wanna dye your hair or what’s wrong with the color you have now

Ꮺ but at the same time, he does accept the offer to help you cause who is he to deny some quality time? ngl, he lowkey became more excited to do this more than you were but he would never admit to it

Ꮺ miguel, as well, doing intensive research on what products works best for your hair type. he even offered paying for the more pricey dyes until you assured him that not all twenty-dollar box dyes works the best for natural hair. one day he’ll realize that for all hair care…one day

Ꮺ while shopping for the products, he keeps an eye on you so you don’t go over the budget that he made sure you set in place. when you show him a product that you both know you don’t know, he’ll go into lecture mode until you motion him to stop talking and put the product down. ofc miguel pays for everything and he doesn’t wanna hear a ‘I’ll pay for it’ from you so it’s best to just accept

Ꮺ I would say he doesn’t really need guidance on how to handle your hair cause he’s helped with your hair plenty of times. but from time to time, he would ask if he’s hurting you or if the hair is soft enough to work with before beginning the dyeing process

Ꮺ while dying your hair, he would allow you to ramble on while he listens. he would let you take control of the entertainment aspect of the pastime, but you settled for music. also, while you’re on your rant, he would plant small kisses along the back of your neck <3

Ꮺ in the end, after the washing and drying, you don’t allow him to see the end result until you’ve seen it and settled with it. even if you’re not satisfied with the result, he kisses your forehead and tells you that he’ll help you fix it. beforehand, he’ll often say that you look beautiful with your new color

♡⃕ mia back in her atsv era 🧏🏽‍♀️?? please i miss writing for these niggas

♡⃕ lemme know who was your fave :p

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: 1 thessalonians 5:16-18

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[coolcyan3]

I be refreshing tf out of my tags cause…😭😭need some new stories tf 💀

[will0waesthetic]

“her lovely hazel eyes”

“her breasts and perky rosy, pink nipples”

“for her petite physique”

Well damn , give her a name and we’re good to go 💀 the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem it’s cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC

Back story + physical description = OC

Back story + no physical description = reader insert

[noelan1]

Do you ever read a really questionable fanfiction or a spicy love story and think "what the fuck did I just read"

[cottonconnielvr]

“Say please”

Miguel said as he pounded his cock deeply into you. His eyes are fixated on your boobs that bounce up and down. He’s hitting your cervix so deeply, you can’t take it. Your arms gripped at the sheets, begging for mercy.

“Miggy I can’t take it!”

“t-too much!”

He only shook his head at you. “Say please baby” He challenges as he pound into you harder. He watches as all thoughts evaporate from your pretty little head. Your mouth is open agape and you can’t even bring yourself to moan. The feeling is just so good. Miguel is so big and stretches you out, his cock creating a visible bulge.

He knows you can’t say please if you wanted to. He’s purposely fucking the words right out of you.

“Awww,can’t say please baby? I guess I can’t stop and give you a break”

[inkdrinkerworld]

idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭

omg omg😭😭

you're laying in bed unable to fall asleep when it happens. your hand just creeps up his shirt.

miguel doesn't think much of it, you like the skin in skin contact- so does he.

it's when your hand hovers just under his pectorals that he turns to you and raises an eyebrow.

he's still working, hair tired back with one of your scrunchies and his tablet looks tiny in his massive hand. he'd been trying to hypothesise a re-calibration to his nano-bots all day.

"what do you want?" he asks, looking down at you with curious eyes.

your eyes are barely even open, your face turned to face his bicep. "can't sleep," you murmur, planting your hand on his chest and squeezing.

"oye," he bats at your hand when you do it a second time. you groan when his hand removes yours from under his shirt.

"miguel," you whine, drawing the syllables of his name out long.

"amor," he mocks your exact tone. "why're you grabbing my chest?" he drops your hand and cups your face, guiding your tired eyes to rest on his face.

"'cos it's comforting," your words sludge together but miguel makes you out just fine. he cracks a smile, you narrow your barely open eyes; "it is. helps me sleep."

"yeah?" he teases, and you nod. your hand slinks back up his shirt and rests on his chest, for the most part it's just an added heat to miguel's chest. "if you don't fall asleep any faster i'm calling bullshit."

you let out a tired giggle and slobber a kiss to his bicep; miguel waits five minutes and in no time he feels your breathing change- deeper now as you fall asleep.

he can't believe it.

[lemmetreatya]

hear me out… the spiderman kiss with miguel 👉🏾👈🏾

it’s a canon event for every spidey (source: trust me)

YES ITS A CANON EVENT, SOURCE: ME!!!!

“thank you for dropping me home.” you say.

walking up the few steps to your house and getting to the front door, you turn to see miguel looking towards you with eyes that gleamed even within the charcoal blue night.

he however, stood at the bottom step.

“no worries.” he flashes with a strong smile. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

you wave him off as he turns himself around and proceeds to walk the way you both came. it was disappointing, because you thought the date had gone really well and that you were finally making progress with the man. however, seeing him be that eager to go made your heart sag.

you unlock the door to your apartment and walk in, dumping your bag by the door along with your shoes.

normally after you had a night out and the evening was still young, youd at least have a drink or a few snacks to yourself but all you wanted to do was go to your room and sulk.

flipping on your light switch, you sigh as you fling yourself onto your bed back first, your arm covering over your eyes. you would have stayed like that had it not been for the knock at your bedroom window. suddenly getting up, you shuffle towards it before opening the glass vertically. your face automatically lights up once you see who it is.

“miguel!”

he still had his shirt and smart pants on — smile as big as ever — but the man was hanging upside down in front of the glass.

“i forgot sumn.” he says, but as soon as does, he’s capturing your face in his and pulling you to kiss him within the gap of the window.

the kiss is so tailored for you that it makes you think he’d been practicing elsewhere. you’re not sure if the thought of that made you jealous or if it made you feel special that he’d do all that just for you.

regardless, once miguel (reluctantly) pulls back from the kiss, you stick your arm out to lightly hit his shoulder.

“idiot.”

“really thought i’d just leave you hanging dry like that, huh?”

rolling your eyes, you walk away from your window and back to your bed, only this time you sit on it with your arms splayed behind you.

“whatever. you coming in or not?”

miguel unlatches himself from his webs which drop him on the fire stairway just under your window before crawling up the remainder of the wall and scrambling into your bedroom.

“oh!” he says with a devious grin as soon as he lands onto your floor. “i thought you’d never ask.”

[romiantic]

IHEARTY/N is live!

IHEARTY/N is live!, atsv characters with a partner who is a twitch streamer !

→ INCLUDING miles, hobie, miguel, gwen

→ READING: streamer!black!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff

→ A/N: everyone is a feen in miguel’s part, protect your man miguel lovers 🤞🏽

𖦹 ₊˚. MILES MORALES

— miles is either badly awkward or hilariously corny when you’re streaming. okay, the first few times miles was near the camera, he was a nervous wreck, but now he’s gotten comfortable greeting your supporters with a simple ‘sup’ or some corny physics joke

— whenever miles is over at your place while you’re streaming, he’s usually drawing in his notebook or vibing out to some music while lying on your bed. from time to time, he does sit next to you while you’re streaming. whenever he’s there, he’s reading the comments, joining you on whatever game you’re playing, or laying his head on your shoulder watching you. sometimes he’ll end up sleeping and fall into your lap, getting drool over you. not cool morales, not cool

— for some odd reason, he immediately joins you when you're playing sims 4, probably cause he built a family of you and him on his game

— if he isn’t playing video games with you, miles is willing to be your lil assistant by playing music on your tv or grabbing snacks that both of you can share. he was even kind enough to make a playlist for your streams so you wouldn’t have to worry much about entertainment

— your viewers find both of you so adorable and are always making comments on what a cute couple you guys are. sometimes your younger viewers would joke about stealing miles from you but it doesn't phase you. when miles see comments like those, he laughs and plays along sometimes

𖦹 ₊˚. HOBIE BROWN

— “coincidentally” (it's not) hobie is always at your house whenever you’re going to stream. it's like this dude has a calendar of your streaming days and always pops up on those days. when you called him out, he says it’s a coincidence and immediately show his face to the camera

— as much as hobie is a chill ass boyfriend, he does tease you, and your streamers, from time to time. especially when you’re streaming, all of a sudden he wants to pull out his guitar and show off or start “randomly” complimenting how you look. sometimes you tone it down but he’ll mention how the viewers loveeee his flirtation, he can’t turn it down.

— sometimes hobie is a little bit more touchy on camera, but that genuinely depends on his mood. some days he’ll wanna brag that he’s dating y/n and shower you with kisses on camera, and other days, he’ll chill on your bed practicing music. if he does feel more affectionate than usual, he’s teasing skills enhance by ten and that man is flirting heavy

— if he isn’t practicing music, he’s watching you enjoy your game and sometimes ask to join. he does love seeing how intense you can get when playing your favorite games or how funny you react to youtube videos. but most of the time, he’ll chill in your room and just say the most off the wall things to entertain your viewers. half the time it’s him embarrassing you…

𖦹 ₊˚. MIGUEL O’HARA

— not gonna lie, this man HATES being around when you stream. he doesn’t mind you streaming since you love it but the effects of it? oh goodness, this man tries to avoid it at all cost. on a rare occasion miguel shows his face to the camera but don’t expect it to be like once a month

— every time you start streaming, you and the viewers joke if the chat is gonna see miguel fine ass or will they have to beg and cry to see him. newsflash, they won’t! but your chat is so down bad for miguel, it scares him sometimes. they’ll make comments about his body build or his ass, though some of the comments do get out of hand and you end up having to ban those viewers

— the first time miguel showed his face, the chat was so. out of. POCKET. they were going crazy and you almost regret showing your bf to the world. the comments were so unhinged and by the end of that, this man was trending on social media and edits of him were posted left and right

— on a rare occasion, miguel will play some games with you, but not for the entire stream. he’ll only play games that he’s familiar with and no, he won’t play cooking mama with you *eye roll*. though that man get very aggressive while gaming

— while gaming, he will nag you a bit to stop slouching and getting you to close to the screen, but it’s out of love <3

𖦹 ₊˚. GWEN STACY

— gwen loves loves loves streaming with you! she’s always excited to pop up at your house and do nothing but play video games for hours. like the day you told her that you’re a streamer, her face lit up immediately and asked if she could join you. at first she was nervous to be on camera but slowly calmed down as you guys were doing bad at the game, the Quarry. plus, your viewers were quite enjoying some y/n & gwen content

— she’ll sometimes bring her older games and consoles for you to play on the stream, like her nintendo 3ds or ps2. your viewers become excited when gwen shows the games to the camera, they love the nostalgic feeling and love it when you look somewhat puzzled when playing the games. if it’s not gta, you gonna be sitting there with question marks above your head. don’t worry, gwen will teach you :)

— not all the time gwen joins your streams, she can get camera shy and sometimes she’ll have band practice or “school stuff” to do. also, on days where she’s not feeling too well, but still wants to hang out with you, she’ll wait in your living room and binge watch whatever’s good. sometimes she’ll comment on the stream with multiple smiling emojis

— I see gwen as an expert gamer herself, it’s like a safe space for her. so she definitely knows how to take care of herself while gaming hours and shares those tips with you. if you’re distracted by your game for too long, she’ll remind you to take a quick stretch or drink some water. she’ll even have small snacks next to her so you won’t get hungry

⭑ these were so fun to make AAAAAAAAH !! my fav parts to write were hobie + gwen :). lowkey might make a part 2 !!

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐃 💗: Philippians 4:6!

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[ierr]

╭﹐ఌ﹕ Stuck Together ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖬𝖨𝖦𝖴𝖤𝖫 𝖮.

cw/tw. riding, praising, AGGRESSIVE MIGUEL 😋😻, choking, top!miguel, bottom!reader, black!reader

an. It’s been awhile since the last post but over the weeks i’ve made over 4 drafts! So you guys are definitely getting spoiled this summer. For this story i decided to be a little tease 🤭 but to make it up for it i made a drawing of Miguel in my art style ♡´･ᴗ･`♡.

summary. - you’re stuck in a closet with Miguel.

“Stop moving.” He growled as he felt you shift for the 5th time during the hour, you groaned mumbling a sorry still trying to get comfortable on top of his lap. It was so cramped in here you couldn’t get comfortable. You kept moving on top of him trying to at least get comfortable but when you felt the claws of his suit grip into your hips you tensed up feeling your breath hitch at the feeling of the sharpness. Again he snarled, “I said stop moving.” You scoffed starting to feel irritated, you lifted up your hand to rip off your mask glaring at him, “Well sorry that i’m trying to get comfortable, Miguel!” You whispered yelled feeling his grip tighten, “We wouldn’t even be here if you didn’t get us stuck in here.” He answered back, you rolled your eyes crossing them over your chest as leaned against the wall behind you, “At least we’re safe, you should be thankful.” You squinted looking away from him. Miguel rolled his eyes un masking himself looking anywhere but where you were.

It was quiet for a good awhile as you guys were cramped together, you’re playing with parts of your suit as his hands twitched around your waist. And in all honesty you were starting to feel hot, you’ve never been this close with him ever. I mean yeah you guys been on plenty of missions around the spider verse but never have you guys been this close with each other. You’re actually enjoying being close to him but of course you gotta keep up that act to not make yourself obvious. You huffed as you were digging deep into thought as Miguel wasn’t any better, he started to feel his body warm up feeling your ass directly on his crotch. He thanked the heavens that you stopped moving because if you kept up any longer it his little friend would’ve been joining you two as well, he fought the urge to slide his hands towards your thighs to rest them there but he didn’t wanna make a move…but damn your thighs in your suit made them look more pretty they were sitting pretty on top of him but he had to resist.

Fuck. You’re his co worker! His crime partner at that, he didn’t wanna ruin that chance of ruining that work relationship with you both because he’s letting his hormones get the best of him. He breathed heavy as the silence was still lingering, he was in his thoughts and you were in your thoughts. You hummed lowly dazed deep into your mind not realizing you were starting to squirm, fuck your were letting your hormones get the best of you but could you blame yourself? You were in a closet with a hot big dude sitting on his lap, and to make things worse your little crush on him was riling back up. You cussed mentally being disappointed in yourself for thinking about these thoughts, you were so far deep you accidentally grinded against his core with yours letting a small moan slip. Your eyes widened at the slip up looking anywhere but him…but when you felt his hands trail down your thighs gripping them you shot to look at him.

You almost came at the sight.

He was glaring into your eyes as you stared at him with a “supposedly” calm face. He didn’t say anything but leaned forward towards your ear pushing you more against his chest, “You’re making this real difficult for me, Cariño.” He said deeply, you couldn’t help but squirm humming in response, “Then do something about this.” You said almost in a begging voice gripping onto his shoulder, he grumbled leaning his head towards your jaw pecking it all the way towards your covered neck, he hummed trailing his hand to your back pulling off your suit exposing your chest. You shivered from the sudden air hitting your back but gasped feeling his lips onto your bare neck starting to suck and bite against it. You hummed lifting up your hips starting to move against him trying to pleasure your aching pussy, you moaned quietly feeling his fangs brush up against your neck as he trailed his hands to your flopped suit trying to tug them all the way off.

He growled in frustration, making you grin at how he was struggling to pull your suit down. You lifted your hips all the way up so he could pull them down towards you calf’s exposing your plumped ass. You jolted forward feeling him squeeze your ass harshly, you almost let a moan slip out but was quickly silenced by him placing his lips on top of your own drowning your sounds with his groans. You closed your eyes leaning more into his lips gripping his shoulders for support, you groaned feeling him slide your panties to the side before removing his hologram suit using his free hand to line himself up with your hole. He grunted feeling how tight you were as you gripped harder digging your nails into his shoulder. “F-Fuck.” You whined in between his lips pulling back to lean your head against his shoulder adjusting to his size, “You’re so big..” You panted biting hard onto his shoulder holding back tears from the mix of pain and pleasure, Miguel grinned holding your hips in place letting you get used to it,

He caressed his thumb on your waist pecking the side of your head, “You okay Cariño?” He asked in your ear, nodding your head. “Uh huh..” When you felt as if you were adjusted right you started to slowly move your hip grinding against him to get used to it more, he sucked in a deep breath leaning his head back against the wall letting his eyes close furrowing his eye brows, “Fuck..you’re doing so good.” He praised gripping your waist tighter, you smiled at the praise feeling you clench around him starting to lift your hips up and down riding him.

There was nothing but wet, heavy breaths and skin slapping filling the closet room. You tried to keep yourself quiet as Miguel was digged into the crook of your neck muffling his grunts and groans. You kept riding him feeling his dick push in and out of you hearing small bits of broken Spanish being mumbled, you kept moving on top of him but after a few seconds your eyes widened feeling his nails dig into you thrusting up aggressively, “O-Oh!-“ You gasped eyes rolling back as your g-spot got abused over and over again. “Wait! Miguel-“ You called but got caught off by his hand covering your mouth glaring at you with red eyes, “Shh..we don’t wanna get caught now do we?“ Your eyes fluttered feeling his other hand rub your clit mumbling a weak shakily “No,” He grinned pulling your body closer to his before whispering

“Then be a good girl for me and be quiet.”

Tag: @malxoxo

[prettyfilmz]

miguel o’hara thots

miguel loves watching you fall apart on his dick. you’re face down ass up, mewling and whimpering as he bullies your tight cunt with his thick hard length. you have a death grip on one of your stuffed animals as you laid there with tears rolling down your flustered cheeks and took the brutal pace he gave you. trying to match miguel’s thrusts are almost impossible as he always finds a way to one up you whenever he sees fit, not that you were complaining as having a pleasurably sore pussy wasn’t so bad.

you’ve came multiple times prior which left a creamy ring on the base of his length and a damp puddle on top of the covers. you were overstimulated to the point the pleasure was slightly painful. “m-miggy…s’too much…”you pleaded in between pleasurable sobs only to be met with no answer besides grunts that made your swollen clit throb. you took a free hand to reach behind and push his stomach as a weak attempt to get him to slow down just for him to effortlessly hold your arm behind your back and take his other hand to lay a few heavy spanks on your plush ass gaining positive yelps from you.

“deja de lloriquear como un bebé, puedes soportarlo... siempre lo haces.” he coos in your ear, nipping it gently with his sharp teeth knowing how much you love that. “you’re my big girl, make me proud and cum one more time..”

you already know one more time will mean three more times after that but nevertheless, you love being his good girl and cum as many times as he asks you to.

[lxvvie]

Your fave who uses you to edge himself.

He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―

Not when he needs you to cum for him again.

And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...

He's close, so. fucking. close.

Fuck, baby. Bring it home for him.

Just one more time, yeah?

[wxnheart]

He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.

[cinnamoodles]

you did not kudos? you left the fic without a reblog? oh! oh! jail for reader! jail for reader for One Thousand Years!