#about the para task

[thejvstice]

⠀ ⠀ ❝ the time has come to take part in a war that is also .  .  .   yours  . ❞

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ about.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ face.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ inspo.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ song.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ past.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ ic.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ tasks.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ event.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ misc.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒙𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ paras.

[tortademaracuya]

*spongebob's hawaiian cocktail playing* I'm gonna end up texting first like always aren't I

[dcvinefcmme]

tag dump . . . 𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 !

[protcter]

tag dump . . . 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎 "𝐌𝐀𝐗" 𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑 !

[lcdyinlecther]

tag dump . . . 𝐎𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 !

[ajmeadcws]

tag drop.

[f0olsgld]

tag dump . . . 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐄 !

[thecharict]

⠀ ⠀ ❝ i am not a woman, i am a god. i am not a martyr, i am a problem . ❞

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ about.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ face.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ inspo.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ song.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ past.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ ic.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ tasks.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ event.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ misc.

⸻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ paras.

[starrrling]

reece starling : tag dump !

[bclletragedie]

tag dump . . . 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙰𝙽 𝙺𝙰𝙷𝚃𝚁𝙸 !

[bexduri]

tag dump.

♡. 박두리  ⎯⎯ tag.

[fletcher-braley]

tag drop.

[parkduris]

tags dump!

╰ ♡ filed under: tag.

[its-blakecarter]

tag drop.

[kissitbttr]

miguel can’t help it when you’re wearing his clothes

summary: miguel o’hara x f!reader

warning: 18+ stuff but not too overboard

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miguel is trying really hard to concentrate. he really is.

being a superhero and the leader of spider society is not an easy task. sometimes he’d go days without sleeping. you can either find him at his office or the gym doing his daily workouts because that’s the only place he can take his stress out.

days of scanning over reports and the hours he put in to enhance the new spiderman suit should not go to waste. his eyes are tracking back and forth to the amount of papers scatter all over the table. not to mention a kid he has to take care of named ‘miles morales’ added to his list is almost enough to make his brain explode.

but how could he focus on his work when you’re standing five feet away from him? fixing yourself up a small snack in the kitchen with nothing but his t-shirt and his boxers.

his greedy eyes running through your body shamelessly, finding himself getting lost in his thoughts and he has to snap himself out of it a few times otherwise he won’t be able to finish off all the reports that must be done that night.

yet, he can’t help but admire the way your curves are accentuated by his shorts. how your thick thighs and plump ass filling them in instead of it being too big on you. the way your soft cheeks are slightly peeking underneath the grey cotton material,

he grunts a low ‘fuck me’ when he sees you bending over to put the cookies in the oven. are you doing this on purpose?

had enough of the distraction you’re giving, he slams a folder down and turns his attention on you. “mi vida, can you please don’t stand like that?”

“huh?” you cock an eyebrow, confused to what makes this grumpy man scolding you at this hour. “what’d i do?” you crane your neck to look over at him, with a frown look on his handsome features.

“you! ay dios mio you’re making me hard to focus here! i have so much work to do and you’re being a distraction.”

licking off a cookie dough off your finger, you put your hands on your hips. “how am i being distracting?! I’m literally just standing here making cookies!”

“you know what it does to me when you’re wearing my clothes, mami. I can’t control it. please please stand at least ten feet away.”

“oh?” your voice sounds playful. a small smirk graces upon your lips as you tip toe around the counter to get closer to him.

he knows what you’re up to.

shaking his head in disapproval, he put his large hand up and looking away. “para por favor, cariño. i know what you’re about to do and i cannot afford any distractions right now. stay right where you are.”

“hmm, no.” you giggle, walking towards where he is and you can hear him groan slightly. “whatchu doooing?”

he smiles a bit at that. no matter what you do, he can’t get mad at you. it feels like you put a spell on him or something, he can’t work it out. but he doesn’t complain at all.

he’d break jaws and tear down the fucking universe for you.

he admires the way your thighs rub against each other when you walk, jiggling slightly before you manage to sit yourself comfortably beside him. tucking your legs underneath your butt and make your legs look even thicker

miguel lean himself back a little while his fingers go up against your cheek, grazing it ever so softly. his smile grows when you peck him on the lips.

“how you doing, papi?” you ask, removing a strand of hair from his forehead. “are you feeling okay? you’ve been working far too hard lately, I’m worried.”

he sighs in pure bliss when you run your fingers softly underneath his scalp. feeling himself melt away against your touch.

“always better when you’re around me, mi amor. but you know you can’t be wearing that anymore when I’m working.”

he has to hold back the urge to pick you up and fuck you against the wall when you pout at him.

“you like seeing me in your clothes”

“que sí, baby. but your ass is distracting me far too much in that when I’m working, you know how i get when i see you wearing my boxers. I can’t contain it.” he responds, large hand coming up to rub your exposed thigh, finger toying with the loose hem of his shorts,

“theeen, maybe it’s a sign you should take a break” you suggest, tilting your head lightly. “come play with me, miggy,”

he swears he almost cum right there and then when you say it.

“i will, baby. i promise. but i gotta finish this first, yeah?” his eyes bore into yours as he promises. he wants so badly to leave his work but he knows he can’t. not right now.

with a small huff, you nod. “fine. I’ll wait.”

“good girl.” he leans forward to kiss you again on the lips. ��just a few more minutes, yeah?”

“yeah yeah.” you say, “don’t forget to eat. please don’t skip it this time. dinner is on the table, I’ve prepared it for you. also there’s some leftover brownies for dessert if you want it, papi.”

“what do you mean? I’m looking at my full course meal right now, cariño.”

you roll your eyes playfully, blushing a bit as you smile at him. he’s giving you that infamous smirk of his with his eyebrow raising. showing you he’s not playing when he says that,

“aish. such a sweet talker you are. be quick baby” you shake your head, standing up from the couch before heading to the bedroom with your fingers fixing down his shorts to cover it more. your ass moves from side to side as he watches.

god, he fucking loves to see you walk away.

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a/n: i will give him kids enough to create a football team

[itsjust-aiden]

tag drop.