#Spider-Man Cheats

[whaliiwatching]

my brother in CHRIST i am rubbing my eyes all over your art like that one spongebob episode with the got damn treasure map

hope this is soft enough to clean ur eyes with <3

[spookynerdiness]

Halloween, 2002

[milimeters-morales]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

ANOTHER POWERUP THAT LOOKS SICK AS FUCK MILES FANS STAY WINNING 💯

[artistic-boi-cakko]

On Call - Miguel O'Hara X Artist Male reader

Reader have a girlfriend, smut, Miguel is an idiot, reader is cheating (ofc) while being on a call with his girlfriend

You don’t know how this all happened, trying to take Miguel's large cock. You felt weird, your brain was hazy, you needed some relief while your girlfriend was out of State but you felt angry at yourself as you were cheating on your girlfriend. 

Miguel smirked at your teary face, filled with guilt and pleasure. He knew you were regretting the moment but needed relief at the same time. He held your face tightly and started to thrust his hips, pushing his dick deeper inside your mouth. You closed your eyes shut tight trying to take Miguel. A broken voice erupted from your throat. Miguel grunted with irritation and pulled away.

You started coughing "It's… too much…". Miguel's right eyebrow twitched as he was staring down at you, at your knees on the floor, gripping on his thighs balancing yourself. 

"Ugh… then let's do something else. You're the worst blowjob I ever had. No idea how to suck or lick. Just bobbing your head that too not properly" Miguel spat out a little irritated. He grabbed your shoulders and practically threw you on the bed. He climbed on top of you and kissed your lips hard, he was trying to calm himself to make the kiss more passionate. 

You groaned and in the kiss, feeling pressured. Still kissing Miguel, a more passionate kiss. You broke away as your stomach dropped… f/s (favorite song) on your phone was playing which was laying on Miguel's side cabin. You weren't able to see who called you but Miguel was, he glanced at the phone and smirked. He leaned towards the phone and picked it up, giving the phone to you. He was smiling wide. 

You wondered the reason for his wide smile. You looked at the name of the person calling, your eyes wide, heart rate increasing and you could feel your body going hot, not because of your desires for your Friend, Miguel… but from fear… Your girlfriend called you.

"Receive the call, talk to GF/N (Girlfriend Name). Let her hear you and realize who you belong to" Miguel whispered as he ripped away your shorts and boxers. You panicked and accidentally swiped to receive the call. 

"Y/N? You okay, Dear? It took you long to pick up the call? I assume you were working on yet another art piece and were on the verge to complete a part of it?" Your girlfriend asked giggling, she was so kind to you and always supported you for your passion for art. 

You took a big gulp and sighed "Yeah, it was a long project. H-HOW are you?" You asked. Your breath hitched as Miguel kissed your inner thigh and was massaging and caressing your legs. You placed a hand in his head trying to push him away but in return he held your hand and kissed and licked your dick. 

"I'm great! The client is a bit nosey about his house's interior but good thing his request will not be too hard to implement" she said sounding proud at her work. "How's Miguel?" She asked. 

You let out a sigh looking down at Miguel, lightly touching your dick and giving it occasional strokes. You bit back a moan and spoke up "Yeah, he is good" as you said that Miguel took you in his mouth and grunted, he started sucking and licking you. "UGHehh!" You squealed out.

You were now scared, as your girlfriend heard you… "Y/N? Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, no problem. Mhphm! Just stub my little toe" You said, pushing off Miguel's head, you cheered happily as you managed to push his head away. 

Miguel smirked and pushed a finger inside your asshole. You clenched your teeth and sucked your stomach in, holding in your breath. "Oh dear, don't be clumsy. I'm currently reading a book. Will you take a break or not?" She asked.

"Uh, no, I won't take a break right now." You said hoping she will hang up.

Miguel heard and decided to mess with you "AH SHIT! THE LIGHTS ARE OUT! I WILL GO CHECK!" He said it loud enough for your girlfriend to hear.

In anger you slapped Miguel's head and he responded with a smirked and pushing in another finger inside you and started to finger fuck you. You gripped his hair.

"Oh my. You saved your work, right?" She asked concerned "Good thing Miguel is out to check the lights." She said, "Uh yeah yeah! I saved my work… don't worry. It will be back soon" You said.

"I hope it won't, we can talk for a longer time" she said seductively. A blush started to appear on your face. Miguel took notice of it and sped up his fingers inside you.  You panicked and bit your lip for dear life, you did NOT want your girlfriend to know about your little session with Miguel. He started smirking and started kissing your stomach and chest. 

"Mhm, you're missing me, baby boy? Missing how Mommy touches you?" Your girlfriend said seductively on the call. You were getting overwhelmed at the feeling of Miguel pleasuring you and your girlfriend filling your brain with lust even more. 

A soft moan escaped your lips. Miguel started to lick and suck on your left nipple. You held your breath. 

"Baby? You're missing Mommy so much that you're touching yourself? Aww, don't worry my train is in a few days" she giggled on call. You wanted to moan but you wouldn't as that would only fill up satisfaction for the two which you didn't want. You held back a breath, sucking in your stomach. You held Miguel's head, pushing him away from your now sore nipple. 

Miguel let out a low breathy chuckle and wrapped his arms around you tightly. You choked on a breath as air basically left your body from the tight hug. He started to rub his dick on yours moving his hips forward and backward, letting you feel everything. "Nhmh!" You let out a small noise, feeling the man's weight on your body and how your body moved.

He pushed his fingers into your asshole again, a little faster now. Loosening you up again.

Your girlfriend on call, speaking dirty words to you, making you imagine how she would touch you. And here you have Miguel doing the deed of pleasuring you which basically added fuel to the fire, meaning making your brain hazy and making you climax. Your body shivered and you moaned "uhmmhnmmm~". "My my baby body, you really climaxed? Good, I will be there soon with you and you will be climaxing on my hand" your girlfriend spoke on call. 

You stared at Miguel who was holding back a laugh. Your face was flushed red, you shifted your hips wanting to get away from him but received a painful tug on your dick in return. You groaned at it and raised your leg, threatening to kick Miguel. He held your leg and pushed it back towards your leg, making you groan from the stretch. He repeated it for your other leg and positioned his dick on your entrance. He was playfully wriggling his brows, gesturing to get you into some trouble. You stared angrily at him and mouthed words 'don't you dare' and with that he pushed his dick inside you.

You grunted and rolled your head back, Adam's apple poking out and it moved as you gulped and panted as you were stretched out. "Y/N, are you okay?" Your girlfriend asked on call. You panted and tried to calm yourself, tears pricking from your eyes as you looked at Miguel, begging him to pull out. "Y-yeah, just stubbed my toe, that shit hurts!" You panted out. "Right right, be careful now…" your girlfriend said.

Miguel pulled out and picked up the bottle of lube from the cabinet and applied it on his dick and some of it inside you. He then pushed in again. You sighed as it went easily now, it wasn't burning your ass now. Your walls were relaxing around Miguel after some time as your girlfriend talked about some gossip about her friends and family. "Her boyfriend really just did those cheesy dares for $500 bucks” she said laughing on call. 

You were not in the mood to laugh concerning your current situation as Miguel dead on thrusted his dick inside you, rubbing your prostate. Your mouth hung open and voice stuck in your throat as you did everything to not moan. Miguel was panting a little, the skin slaps became a little louder and you gave Miguel a death glare. With a silly smile he slowed down again. 

"Shoot! Y/N my phone's battery is dying. I will call you later now. Okay?" She said in panic.

"Hmmm" you responded, she hung up and you let your arm fall to your side and your phone bounced on the bed before laying still. 

"Ah ah ah!! Miguel mhm.." you panted and moaned. He finally moaned and gripped your waist, increasing his pace. He was dead on hitting the deepest inside you. You screwed your eyes shut and moaned. He gripped your swollen dick and started jerking it off, you screamed from overstimulation, body shivering, throat aching and heart racing. 

With just a few more strokes from Miguel’s hand you came hard. Miguel's thrusts were getting sloppy now, his precum and lube making his thrusts easier. He increased his speed to an impossible fast. You had your head pressed hard on the pillow, back arched, stomach sucked in, throat constantly letting out a loud moan. With a few more slow but hard thrusts Miguel came inside you. 

He let out dry and heavy pants and let himself come off his high before pulling out of you. 

You were a panting and moaning mess… Your stomach had cum on it. And you both were sweaty. 

Miguel weakly picked up a tissue from the cabinet and wiped off your stomach and your hole a little bit. "Rest for bit. Then we'll shower" he said as he crashed on bed beside you. 

"How was it?" He asked, smirking. 

You just nodded. Not giving him a proper reply. Your brain was still hazy, panic was flooding your brain that your girlfriend, some day or another your girlfriend will come to know about the little fun you had with you Homie. 

"Homies kiss goodnight" You whispered and closed your eyes. 

Miguel blushed at your words and let out a hearty laugh. 

Thank you guys for reading this if you read it this far, I'm glad and grateful! 

Please comment if you guys want more of Artist male reader fanfics. 

Have a good day and take care!

[companionjones]

His Home

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse

Summary: Miguel has some morning sex with you before he must go back home.

Warnings: SMUT, Miguel is cheating, but not on you, Cursing

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    Miguel doesn’t spend so much time at home anymore. He’s lying to himself calling it that at this point. No, his home now is whatever room you are in.

    He blinks his eyes open to see your back bathed in the morning light. He reaches a hand out to touch you, to shuffle himself closer under the blankets.

    You wake with a small sound. “You should leave, Miguel,” you remind him.

    Of course, you’re right.

    He’s spent the whole weekend with you. It’s Monday morning now, and he should really be getting back to his other life--his ‘real’ life.

    “Inaminite,” he says as he pulls you close and buries his face in your neck.

    You giggle at the contact, and tangle fingers in his hair to keep him there. You even expose your neck more to him, and press your backside against his groin, resulting in Miguel growing hard. You give a little moan.

    Miguel separates his face from you to take a moment to look at you.

    You turn towards him to give him full view of you.

    Miguel feels his eyelids grow heavy as he leans down to kiss you. He turns you so you are laying on your back with him on top of you. He takes a break from your lips to travel down your neck, your chest, then your stomach, finally reaching his destination at your cunt.

    You whisper his name.

    He loves when you say his name like that, with just a bit of an accent. He moans against you.

    You gasp.

    Miguel latches onto you like you’re his only source of oxygen while he’s deep under the ocean and you whimper. He caresses your leg as his tongue plunges inside of you and you shout out a moan. Miguel continues to jackhammer his tongue in and out of you and you whine at each movement. Eventually, he adds his other hand in on the action, and you scream.

    You’re cumming against him before you even say anything, and Miguel doubts that you’re fully mentally present when he crawls up to meet you again. “You ready for me, cariño?”

    Vaguely, you nodded.

    Miguel kisses you once, twice.

    Heatedly, you whisper, “-iguel,” as he parts from you. You give a long moan as he fills you completely.

    Miguel makes love to you like yo’re the most precious thing in the world. Your breath mixes with his as he pulls himself in and out of you.

    That’s how it starts out, anyway. What it turns into is skin slapping against skin and you holding onto Miguel for dear life as his animalistic grunts fill the room.

    He’s filling you and you’re cumming around him as you cry out and Miguel growls.

    Your chests are heaving against each other as Miguel pulls out. He leaves you for only a few moments as he fetches a damp cloth from the bathroom. Miguel gently cleans the two of you. When he’s finished, he’s kneeling on the floor on the side of the bed, just staring at the beauty of you.

    He thinks to himself, for a moment, about how he wishes his life could be. He wishes he could come home to you everyday. He wishes he didn’t have to divide his time between you and another woman.

    There is only one thing keeping Miguel from making his wishes a reality. That was the child he had with this other woman. That little girl is the only thing that rivals his love for you.

    He would never change a thing about that little girl, but sometimes he wishes she came out of you instead of some other woman.

    “Miguel.” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts.

    “Mi amor?”

    You combed some hair out of his face with your fingers. “You have to go.”

    “I know, mi corazón,” he conceded, “Te amo.” Miguel kisses the side of your head and stands.

    He is dressed and out the door within five minutes. Now, he must go back home.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics over on my page. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

[kainathan]

Took a bunch of panel redraw sketch suggestions on twitter, reposting a couple here. redraws on the left originals on the right

[rymslim]

Haven't read Spider-Man in a long time... keep seeing panels and pages on the TL. Why... just why? I havent read the context, maybe the overall story is pretty good or something but what I've seen, do people enjoy this?

ButMARVEL has the opportunity to do the funniest/burn the TL thing ever

[devilfic]

peter parker finally tells you that he’s spider-man. to his chagrin, you already know. “but- how?” he asks. you deadpan, “isn’t it obvious? you’re the busiest unemployed person I know.”

[cctori]

Xina at high school prom!!!!

[doodleferp]

I love it when people are make headcanons about a comic book character when they could easily learn the information they’re headcanoning about if they just read the comics

This is not shading the headcanon practice in general. It’s just…one look at the comics and it is OBVIOUS Miguel’s always been a cunt. Like. The man obviously has a lot of rage to work through. It’s brought up in Issue 2 for Pete’s sake. Not even four or five issues in, he has a rage fantasy of shoving drugs down Tyler Stone’s throat and beating the crap out of him. He loses his temper a lot and it is UGLY.

Also the fact that he canonically knocked a girl up.

[kinkandkreep]

𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚: 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1

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♡︎ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 3 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 4 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆

He never forgets.

You sighed, tired and frustrated with this cliche ass situation you found yourself in. 

Like every Lifetime movie gone wrong, here you sat in the kitchen of your home, previously lit candles now extinguished, lovingly cooked meal gone cold on the table before you. 

It was you and Miguel’s third anniversary. And, unfortunately, it seemed he had forgotten. 

He’s not here.

Initially, when you realized just how late it was getting, you tried to be sensible about what could possibly have happened. A part of you even started to panic, given that you hadn’t heard from him and when you’d spoken to him last, he’d been preparing to go do his usual patrols and surveillance of the city. 

You worried that perhaps he’d gotten hurt, or worse. 

But then you remembered who you were talking about and that worry quickly diminished. 

Miguel wasn’t invincible but he was damn close, and the usual thugs he encountered were no match for him and his determination backed super strength. 

Sighing a breath of relief, you then contemplated the remaining possibilities. 

‘Maybe it’s a work thing, he’s spent plenty of late nights there or in the lab before.’

Your mind seemed most comfortable with this speculation, and so you released the issue, instead focusing on maintaining a positive attitude for when Miguel eventually arrived. 

Except that nine became ten, ten became eleven, eleven became midnight and you realized with a heavy heart that your husband had indeed forgotten your anniversary. 

Glancing at the clock, and seeing that it read 12:22, you stood from the dining room table, beginning the process of cleaning up and packing away the leftover food and needlessly dirtied dishes. 

You would wash them later on in the day. 

Once that was finished, you began making your way to your bedroom, removing your jewelry and heels along the way. Entering the room, you put everything back in its proper place, slipping out of your dress and putting on a more comfortable pajama set. 

You momentarily considered putting on one of Miguel’s shirts for comfort, but rather quickly abandoned the idea. 

You were preparing to slip under the covers when you heard the telltale beeping from the front door. It opened a little more noisily than was probably appropriate given the time of night it was, but it closed much more softly. 

You didn’t immediately hear any footsteps sound, which struck you as a little odd, so against your better judgement, you called out a soft, “Gigi?”

Almost immediately after, you could hear rustling and the beginning of steps up the stairs. After a few seconds, your bedroom door began to creep open, and a dull red eye peeked through the gap. 

For whatever reason, Miguel stayed that way for some moments, and it was beginning to creep you out. Thankfully, he eventually eased the door open the rest of the way, and slipped into the room. 

You could see he held a large bouquet of many different kinds of flowers. From what you could make out, there were blue hyacinths, Lily of the Valley, pink roses and white orchids. 

All different flowers meant to convey the same message. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Miguel’s voice was low, and a tad raspier than it normally was. You couldn’t tell if it was because he was tired or what, but alarm bells sounded in your brain nevertheless. 

Which was…strange. 

Miguel wouldn’t make eye contact with you, instead staring down at the flowers he appeared to be subconsciously clutching tightly against his chest. 

“I know, Miguel. So am I.”

His head shot up at that, and he leveled you with a quizzical stare. 

“What?”

You lifted a hand, gesturing for the flowers and to your en suite. 

“You’re sorry you forgot and so am I. Now please, it’s late, I’m very tired and I would appreciate it if you would just get cleaned up so we could go to bed.” 

He continued to stare at you confusedly, even as he inched forward to offer you the flowers. Standing still momentarily, he placed a tentative kiss on your forehead, missing the way you rolled your eyes. 

Pulling away, he turns and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself. You hear some rustling, and a few moments later, you hear the water begin to run. 

Sighing, you take a seat on the bed, throat tightening as you feel tears threaten to spill. Though it’s only been a short time, and though you’ll never cease to feel silly for it, you’ve come to a conclusion. 

‘Miguel’s having an affair.’

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

It takes around 30 minutes, but by the time Miguel’s finished, you’ve already drifted off into an uneasy, dreamless slumber. 

Miguel emerges from the bathroom clad in only a towel that hangs loosely around his waist. Upon noticing that you’re apparently asleep, he tries to be more quiet as he maneuvers around your bedroom, opening and closing drawers much more softly than he normally would. 

As he moves, his mind reels. 

‘She seemed pissed. And worse than that, she seemed fed up. Could-...does she know?’

Almost immediately, Miguel shakes the thought from his mind. 

‘No, she doesn’t. She can’t.’

Miguel refuses to think about the possibility anymore, and refuses to acknowledge the thoughts as they race through his mind all the way up until he falls asleep. 

And that includes pointedly ignoring the dried tear streaks decorating your cheeks. 

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

When you awake, you’re surprised to find Miguel still in bed with you. 

A quick glance at the clock tells you that it’s almost 10:30, much later than either of you would normally ever stay in bed, but especially your husband, who’s been an early riser for as long as you’ve known him. 

You look over to him, and watch the slow, steady rise and fall of his bare chest as he continues sleeping. 

Even as exhausted as you are, you can’t deny that your husband is gorgeous. From his chiseled cheeks and sharp jaw, to the tussle of chestnut hair sitting atop his head and his plump, perpetually pouting lips, you couldn’t help but stare in awe at the beauty of the man before you. 

You wonder what’s got him so tired. 

‘Probably entertaining that bitch.’

The bitter thought sears a jagged line through your consciousness, causing your face to unwittingly curl up into an angry snarl. 

You have half a mind to suffocate the sleeping bastard with your pillow, but the thought is interrupted as he begins stirring awake. 

Miguel is mumbling something unintelligible as he smacks his lips, grimacing as he begins to stretch and yawn. The popping sound his back makes is sharp, and he sighs, relaxing back into the bed.

Finally, he opens his eyes, red orbs searching around the room until they land on you. 

A pleasant smile lifts the corners of his mouth upward, and he opens his mouth to greet you. 

“Buenos dias, mi corazón. Did you sleep well?”

You’re unable to stop the scoffing noise that makes its way out of your throat. He has quite the gall, lilting such pleasantries after he forgot about your anniversary and tried to apologize with a shitty bouquet of flowers. Now he wants to pretend that everything is just alright?

You’re becoming so angry you’ve started to shake, and upon noticing this and your expression, which has morphed into a searing glare, Miguel frowns, sitting up quickly and moving to put a hand on your thigh, which you quickly swat away. 

“Cariño? What’s the matter?”

You continue to glare at your husband for a few seconds more, before silently standing from the bed and quickly making your way downstairs. 

“__!” Miguel calls after you, but you refuse to answer. 

You can soon hear him shuffling out of the bed and making his way down the stairs after you, but you don’t care. Sure, you’ve got your speculations about what could possibly have caused your husband to forget your anniversary, but you want more solid proof before you lash out.

Taking a couple deep breaths, you brace yourself on the kitchen counter, turning just in time to see Miguel reach the bottom step. 

He watches you with a worried expression, lips pouted and soft eyes wide. 

“__? Are you ok? You were shaking a minute ago.”

He approaches you tentatively, almost as if he can sense the inner turmoil within you and knows that it’s because of him. 

You simply watch him as he comes closer, trying to keep your breathing and your mouth in check. 

“Baby?”

Taking one last deep breath, you push yourself up from the counter, moving over to the refrigerator and opening its door, absently rummaging through its contents to find something to eat.

Behind you, you can hear Miguel sigh, and after a moment you feel his presence beside you. 

“__, if something’s wrong, you know you can tell me right? I’m right here for you.”

On reflex, you slam the refrigerator door shut, a pitcher of orange juice clutched tightly in your hand. You speedily sit it on the countertop, trying again to get your breathing in check.

“__, this isn’t funny. The silent treat-...”

“Where were you last night, Miguel?”

You spin quickly, now facing your husband, who appears stunned. His eyes are wide, but this time you can find a trace of desperation and something that looks suspiciously like fear lurking within their bloodred depths. 

“W-...I-I was at the lab.”

“And where else?”

You’re slightly surprised by how firm your voice sounds. You’re also able to maintain steady eye contact with your husband, who looks increasingly uncomfortable by the second. 

“Doing patrols. Got into a scuffle with a couple criminals. Look __, if…if this is about me missing our anniversary I’m really-”

“You’re sorry, I know Miguel.” Your smile is sardonic, and you once again turn your back to your husband, beginning to pour yourself a glass of juice and taking a small sip. 

“You could have at least called.” You speak, and you can see Miguel perk up out of your periphery, but then deflate again at your words. 

“You’re right. I-...I’m sorry.”

It’s silent between you for a few moments, nothing but the sound of the birds chirping and your quiet sips can be heard. 

Your glass is finished by the time either of you speaks again, and you work to pour yourself another. 

“Tell me Gigi.” The man really brightens at the sound of his special nickname. It’s short lived however, because of the words that follow. 

“If you had to choose between saving me, and saving everyone else, which would you choose?” You manage to keep your expression flat, and the air around you both seemingly stills as Miguel’s breath audibly hitches.  

“I-...” His mouth opens then closes, and he seems to flounder for a satisfactory answer. 

“I would…would save you both, of course.” You’ve never really known your husband to stutter so much before. 

“That isn’t one of the options I gave you. I said you had to choose between us. So, choose.”

The silence returns, much heavier this time. It lingers for many seconds, and by the tenth you know he’s already chosen his answer. 

“You know I can’t do that __.”

The glass you're holding cracks as it hits the marble of your countertop. 

“Why the fuck not Miguel?! Why can’t you choose me over everything else for fucking once?!” You’ve spun around to face him once more, one hand perched on your hip. Your eyes have widened with anger, brows deeply furrowed and breath heavy.

Miguel sighs, shaking his head. 

“We’ve had this conversation before, __. I have a responsibility. You said you understood!” You can sense Miguel becoming angry himself, which only serves to make you more livid. 

“I am your wife, Miguel. The supposed “love of your life,” remember. There ought not be this turmoil about prioritising me. You couldn’t even be there for our anniversary. I don’t ask for much from you, ever. Never have. I just ask that when the time comes, you would show up, like you promised.”

Now you’ve gotten up in his face, expression still severe. He watches you with pinched brows, jaw set tight. 

“I was there, Miguel. All those nights, patching you up and scolding you for being a reckless idiot. I was there, comforting you when you failed to save someone, reassuring you when you were losing hope. I’m not saying you ought to choose me out of obligation, but out of love. The same love that I’ve given you unconditionally, the same love that I want returned.”

You stare each other down for nearly a minute, you searching Miguel’s eyes for any sense of understanding. 

You find little. 

“You’re right, __. You were right there, all those times I made mistakes and had to rectify them. You were my backbone, my support when I had none. But you were also there when I explained how serious this responsibility is to me, and not just to me, but for everyone. You know how selfish I used to be, and I refuse to let my selfishness cost people their lives.”

You scoff out a laugh at his words, unbelieving in the moment that he’s actually being serious. 

“So let me get this straight Miguel. You want me to understand that if it came down to it, you would sacrifice me for innumerable other random people, all because it’s your “responsibility”?” You use air quotes, your expression slightly mocking as you stare up at the larger man. 

He frowns, breathing once heavily through his nose. 

“I want you to be less selfish, __. I thought you understood that when the time came, I would do what needed to be done.”

“Of course I don’t fucking understand that! You said you loved me! I’m supposed to believe you would give up someone you love for a bunch of people you don’t?!” You’re exasperated now, and can feel the tears beginning to build up in your eyes. 

Why can’t Miguel seem to look past his “duty” and see what’s right in front of him? Is he…is he trying to push you away?

‘He’s pushing you away so he can feel less bad about pursuing that tramp.’

The thought leaves a shiver down your spine, and you can feel red hot anger bloom as heat all over your body.

“That’s precisely what it means to be a hero, __!” The color in Miguel’s eyes has begun to swirl with his building anger. 

“No, Miguel. Sacrificing the people you love for people who wouldn’t even know to appreciate the gesture isn’t heroism.” You look him in the eyes, leaning up close until your noses nearly brush. “It’s foolishness. And it seems you’re the biggest fool of them all.”

Miguel’s eyes widen, the crimson of them shooting scarlet. His breathing immediately picks up, and his hands begin rhythmically clenching by his sides. 

“Y-...you-...”

Without finishing his sentence, Miguel turns on his heel and storms up the stairs to the second floor, slamming your bedroom door. 

You wait a few moments, before collapsing into a dining chair, hands in your face as you quietly sob. 

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You’ve since stopped crying and began making lunch when you hear Miguel stomping down to the first floor. You turn to watch him, who has since become fully clothed, as he heads to the entryway, slipping on his jacket. 

“Where are you going,” you call out, averting your eyes for just a moment from the sizzling pan in front of you. 

“To the lab,” your husband replies without looking up from slipping on his shoes. 

“Why? It’s,” you glance up at the clock, “12 o’clock and you haven’t eaten.”

“It’s fine, I’ll find something myself.” Miguel’s words are curt, his tone clipped. 

You contemplate pressing the matter, but decide against it, figuring if Miguel wants to run away like a petty child, then that’s exactly what you’ll let him do. 

You hear the door slam, and it makes you only slightly flinch.

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

You don’t see Miguel for the rest of the day. 

You’ve cooked, ate, straightened up, showered and spent the majority of the day passing time scrolling through social media and catching up on shows and movies you’ve wanted to see. 

It’s 9:30, and you’re in the middle of a yawn when the first message comes. 

It’s from an unknown sender, and it’s a zip file. 

You’re very hesitant to open it at first, becoming immediately afraid that someone is on some weird shit. 

But then, an actual text message follows. 

And your hand shakes as you read it. 

‘You could never understand, __, not like I do.’

Heart pounding, you’ve now been given the motivation you need to open the compressed file. 

You very quickly wish you hadn’t. 

Inside are dozens of photos, all of Miguel and another woman in…compromising positions, to say the absolute least. 

They’re in different states of undress in each photo, the last few even featuring them in what appears to be post coital bliss. 

You can’t tear your eyes away from the screen, your absolute worst fears having been realized. 

Finally, you reach the end of the content in the file, and to your further horror, it’s a short 10 second clip. 

Against your better judgement, you click it.

Immediately, your ears are assaulted with the high pitched moans of the woman in the photos, Miguel’s much deeper swears and grunts audible in the background. It seems the camera’s been positioned at an odd angle, almost as if it’s meant to be hidden. 

From wherever it is, you can see both the woman and Miguel in all their naked glory, bodies moving rhythmically against each other.

You only realize you’re crying because your view of the screen becomes blurry. 

Your mouth is agape, and you're finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. 

Before you can throw the phone away, one last message comes in. 

It’s a screenshot of messages appearing to have been sent between Miguel and the woman. 

You can’t read much of it, your stomach won’t allow you, but from what little you are able to read, Miguel appears to be complaining about you to the other woman, who agrees and encourages everything he says. 

You’ve had enough, and you click your phone off, leaning back on the couch to process all you’ve just witnessed. 

‘Miguel is cheating on me. Miguel slept with another woman. Miguel thinks I’m a nuisance. Miguel, Miguel, Miguel…’

You pause, clicking off the television and standing slowly, grabbing your phone and making your way upstairs to the bathroom. 

Without a single utterance of sound, you shower and run through your oral hygiene routine, picking out a fresh set of pajamas and climbing into bed. 

You find yourself unable to sleep, so afraid you are that your dreams will be filled with visions of your husband’s infidelity. 

He doesn’t come home that night.

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Buy me a Kofi?

[peteypiessuperfamily]

I woke up from a dream and was possessed to ask if anyone has read a fic where a teacher at Midtown is making passes/is in a "relationship" (im using that word lightly) with Peter or someone his age that he knows about and its eating him up inside so he breaks down and tells Tony and Tony is rightfully pissed and takes matters into his own hands (either through the school or through his gauntlets i dont care) because i want to read a fic like that so bad i just dont know how to look for it or if I have to write it myself

[yellowocaballero]

mcu peter parker vs miguel o'hara is nepotism baby vs other much weirder nepotism baby

NO JOKE JAKLDSF

Yeah, I make fun of MCU Peter, but Miguel "I got scouted early and especially picked to advance quickly through the megacorp and recieved personal attention from the VP because I'm just that great" O'Hara is a) so much worse and b) so much more annoying about it. Bright side is Miguel steals Evil Corp from his dad and then proceeds to vindictively run it into the ground. Socialist king. Peter take notes.

I don't know why Miguel didn't go IMMEDIATELY to the tabloids with the "bastard son of Evil Corp VP tried to addict his son to drugs" story, but maybe Miguel prefers direct action and takes care of his problems himself (kill his dad). Miguel's story arc involves being a member of Evil Corp and trying to save lives, becomes a cult leader and has Marx forcibly dictated to him by Thor worshippers as he tries to escape yet another guy trying to smack him with a DCMA claim, and then engages in praxis by killing capitalists and neoliberals. Great character arc over the series where becomes better and also somehow a lot worse.

Anyway, I think in a time travel situation Peter would have a conspiracy theory that Miguel is an immortal vampire who is secretly using Tony's genetics laboratory to make everybody else into vampires (Miguel has red eyes and fangs in the comics, because he was made in 1994 and he is fantastic). In 2099 Mobius is the patron saint of several small Eastern European villages and the vast majority of Finland, so Miguel takes this as a compliment. He goes by Miguel Ojeda, because he hates all three of his parents.

I have actual legitimate theories for Miguel's appearance in ITSV but I think the funniest possibility is that Miguel involves himself in inter-dimension saving, but the minute a portal opens up back to 2099 (probably 2/3ds of the way through this fake movie or comic) he walks straight through and goes back home, leaving everybody else to do all the work. This happened in the comics. Everybody extends sympathy that he lives in a dystopia. He thinks everybody else lives in an unlivable hellpit because their universes contain libertarianism. And/or smartphones, much in the same way if I stepped inside a utopia without internet I would turn around and walk right out. Somebody tries to explain democracy to him, which he also finds statistically and scientifically inefficient. They should have Doom as a "president" like in 2099. He makes the trains run on time.

[milimeters-morales]

Miles like 95% of the time: i should be taken seriously way more often, i’ve been through a lot and learned a ton from these things i’ve gone through. There are times where I wanted to give up, and I did, but I came back with a better sense of self. I’ve gotten better control over my powers as well, and accepted that things won’t always work out, and how to make the best out of those situations. I’ve learned that not everything has to be black and white. Also i’ve helped save the world a few times

Miles that other 5%: (annoying orange accent) hey! hey! hey Misty Knight! hey! hey Misty Knight!

[din-skywalker]

okay this is. a really silly ask. does miguel cheat on a partner in the comics? i say this is silly because it was in a tiktok a friend sent to me fhjdjdhdhd

yeah. he cheated on his girlfriend at the time xina with his little brother's girlfriend at the time dana, who later became his... fiance.

he was basically like "family shares gabri ;)"

god

[dailyohara]

Source: Spider-Man 2099 (1992) #29