#like this urge to draw Miguel as him have taken over me

[sirbird]

What’s a small spider to do in these conditions 🤔

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Dating Miguel O’Hara Would Include…

Warnings: Implied Smut, Domestic Miguel !!!, Possessive Miguel, Protective Miguel, Dominant Miguel, Slight Yandere Miguel (if you squint), Fluff, Mild Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No Pronouns used for Reader Except You’.

Miguel being stoic and militant around his associates, but melting into a massive softie when he gets to see you.

His eyes literally light up when he hears you coming. He has to resist the urge to scoop you up into his arms and cuddle you silly whenever he hears you call his name, your tones music to his ears, his heart thrumming – harpstrings.

Golden retriever boyfriend to the MAX.

He brings you breakfast in bed whenever he’s awake before you – which is often considering his vampiric nature. And he looks so proud of himself when he cooks a good meal, too. Literally just a beaming, teeth-filled, closed-eye smile when you tell him he’s “Done such a good job, Babe !”

Any kind of praise sends him absolutely wild, so use it sparingly. It can either get you out of or into a world of trouble; especially if you're trying to get Miguel hot under the collar.

Miguel’s love language is, simply put, everything.

The adoration that swells in his chest whenever he thinks of you manifests as him throwing himself into your service.

He does anything and everything you ask of him, no matter how extravagant or nominal the request is. And everything you don’t.

He isn’t stingy with his words, either; he tells you how much he loves you whenever you’re alone, often coming up behind you and sliding his arms around your front, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing deeply.

He presses soft, careful kisses into the crook of your neck, making sure to keep his fangs from pinching you, inhaling your warmth, your scent.

“I love you.” His heart drums into your back. His lips capture your skin again. “I love you,” And again. “I live for you.” And again.

He’s lived with a lifetime of regret for not being able to protect those he held dear; he won’t allow you to go without knowing the extent of his adoration for you. Not when he feels he never truly got to show his family – his ghosts – how much he loved them.

On a lighter note, Miguel LOVES having his hair played with; just card your fingers through his locks and he’s as good as incapacitated.

After a rough day, he crawls into bed and lays his head in your lap or on your chest, his body winding down in your soft embrace.

He lowkey moans when you catch his sensitive spot, his brows knotting together, his voice coming out as a rasped whisper.

He knows when you’re purposely trying to get him worked up, though. And he doesn’t stand for it.

“Careful Darling,” he glowers, the phantom sensation of you tugging his hair a half-weight on his senses. He cracks an eye open, his wine irises peaking out beneath heavy lids.

“Or I won’t be so gentle when it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Miguel prefers private displays of affection over public displays of affection; he doesn’t want his subordinates knowing he’s gone soft.

But, there are exceptions to this principle.

Like if Miguel’s feeling particularly hot and desperate, by which point he whisks you away to the bathroom and the two of you aren’t seen for a good hour or so. Usually longer.

The other exception is if he’s feeling jealous or possessive, by which point his sensibilities have vacated his mind and he’s right behind you, his hands on your waist, your shoulders – anywhere he can hold you. Or, he’s filling your mouth with his tongue and your ear with his words if the other party present doesn’t get the hint that you’re taken.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, his breath hot, prickling your skin, the tips of his fang drawing goosebumps. Miguel’s eyes shine an ocean red, dark and unknown. He has you caged, arms encompassing you entirely.

“And I’ll never let anyone take you from me.”

Speaking of; Miguel is incredibly possessive.

Years of rumination and a history of scattered failures make for a very territorial man. And it shows.

He keeps his hands on you whenever you’re together or in the presence of someone he thinks can steal you from him; someone better than him.

He stares down at them until they fumble or leave; whichever prevails first. After which point, when you’re alone, he turns you round to look at him and just stares at you like 🥺.

The epitome of ‘Babe you pushed my leg off you while you were asleep; do you still love me ???’

You have to reassure him when things like this occur. Take him by the face and hold him gently in your hands; press a soft kiss to his lips and call him your “One and only,”

Doing so is a one-way ticket to a very long night.

Possessive, heartfelt, grasping, gasping love-making.

Miguel can’t stop until your bottom half is numb and the only thing you’re capable of thinking and saying is his name.

Of course, he rewards you for your endurance after the fact.

Aftercare king right here <333

Treats you like you’re glass; he runs you a bath, brings you your favourite drink and changes the bedsheets.

And, when you’re fast asleep and curled up into his chest, his heart flutters, and, for the first time in his life, he feels that he has stability. Pure, unconditional, everlasting love.

And he’ll sooner dismantle the multiverse himself than let anyone or anything take that from him.

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[greensagephase]

Dropping this at your inbox and then running away…

Haha no but seriously

I’ve talked to you about how I’m trying to work on Peter and his looks, I’m still figuring out how to draw him on my own style…

But in this case while I was looking for references I found a picture of the model on whom Peter Parker of insomniac videogame is based on and I just thought he looked so freaking cute there I melted 😭😭😭, im actually now obsessing over him , and I decided to try copy the picture (although the drawing it’s not that close to the style I’m focusing on my Peter drawings, it’s a lil bit different cause also I don’t know how to stick into a style yet I’m still figuring it out).

Anyway my thoughts just kept leading me on the fact that this would be a perfect picture that my Spider would have on her wall, one of the many she has of her Peter, it would probably have been taken by her on a date night where she took an improv picture of him looking at her softly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 or smth like that, idk I keep picturing lot of soft scenarios for Peter that I think I’m going insane.

So I drew a picture frame over it and her hands caressing the picture (?) Poe maybe giving it a kiss before putting it back on the wall, like it happened on one of the chapters of NVC, cause I’m a sucker about all those sweet tender moments where she remembers Peter, means so much to me, cause even before all these Spiderverse things and hyper fixations over Miguel, Peter(Spider-Man) is my favourite super hero so he has a special place in my heart.

So yeah here it is, a lil rendition to my Peter, that can change when I figure more out his style rather than basing him that much on the model hehe

No, the way I opened the ask and saw the drawing - let me just give you a mental picture of me - just imagine a woman sitting at her desk and looking at her laptop and then opening this and she just starts banging her fist on the desk and trying very hard not to scream too loud but also hyperventilating BECAUSE THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!! AND TENDER, AND SWEET AND ANA YOU GOT ME INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND REALLY CRYING!!!!!!!!!

The actor/model for Peter in the insomniac videogame - I think I'm going to start obsessing over him, too, don't mind me because HE'S SO CUTE!! Talking about him with you also makes me want to play the videogames even though I suck at those type of games but I'm seriously considering playing it!! (I've tried just swinging around and it was so much fun, hehe!!)

You got me CRYING over how this would be a photo of Peter on your spidersona's wall - you're SO RIGHT!!!!! And the little backstory on how this would be taken during a date night and reader capturing this moment randomly and the way it would be just one of the many, many, many times of Peter just staring at reader like this, with such pure love and adoration for her - I'm not doing well at all, I have REAL TEARS in my eyes right now just thinking about it!!!

🥺😭 It's so so crazy and I mentioned it so many times before to @sunsetdoodler but I never imagined reader's Peter to become so important to me - like, I'm fully attached to this character even though he's not an active character in the story but every time I write about him, my heart melts. PETER AND READER LOVED EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!! Their love was so beautiful and special - and I'm rambling now but I love talking about our Peter so much and seriously, this is so freaking sweet, tender, and beautiful to think about. I mentioned it in my message but sometimes I get the urge to write something about Peter and reader - like a regular day in their lives and how they interacted before he passed away in a one-shot but I swear - I don't think my heart could take it. I would be crying the entire time, I think 😭😭

AND OMG READER GIVING IT A KISS LIKE SHE DID IN THAT PART my brain can't think of which part specifically rn but I know which one you're talking about and I'm crying even more now when I have a mental image of what that picture looks like!!!!! I'm not doing well but in a good way, I swear!!! 😭😭😭

Also, I feel you so much!!! Peter (Spider-Man) has always had a special place in my heart even since I was a kid. Spider-Man was the first superhero I watched on theaters (Tobey Maguire's Peter) and ever since then, Spider-Man has been one of my top favorite superheroes!! No matter what new superhero pops up, Spider-Man is always there for me!!!

Ana, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS WITH ME 😭❤️ It's made my night and even though I'm crying, they're happy tears!! Also, I'm so excited to continue to see your Peter take shape as you work on him and find your style drawing him. What I've seen already has a chokehold on me !!! 😭 THANK YOU!!!!!! 🥺❤️

[imagineredwood]

@breanime I wrote you something. I won’t get too sappy and draw this out because you already know how much you mean to me. I’ll just say that I’m thankful we got to cross virtual paths, I hope you had an amazing day, I love you, and thank you for being my friend 💗

“Wake up, Bre.”

You groaned in response to Miguel shaking your shoulder gently before rolling over. Eyes now open, you looked up at your husband, a bright smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday, mi amor.”

You returned the smile and sat up some, Miguel pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Go brush your teeth and get dressed. I have breakfast for you downstairs.”  

You made quick work of brushing your teeth and washing your face, throwing on a comfortable outfit before heading down. Your gasp when you saw the counter brought a smile to Miguel’s lips. Walking up you looked over all of the fresh cut up fruits, muffins, croissants, danishes, you name it were all laid out on the granite. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist as he spoke.

“Take whatever you want, as much as you want, the guards can have some of what’s left.”

Reaching forward, he grabbed a plate and handed it to you.

“Take enough, we’re going to be busy today.”

“Are we?”

Miguel nodded and pushed you gently closer to the counter.

“We are. I took the entire day off. I’m all yours for the whole day.”

You both served your breakfast, such a contrast to the usual bulk of protein he tried to ensure you both got each morning. You made small talk as you ate, both of you discussing anything and everything that didn’t have to do with business. He finished before you and simply watched you as you ate, hand reaching across the table to hold the one you were not eating with, his thumb stroking along the back of it lovingly.

Once you were done, he grabbed a gift bag from the couch and handed it to you with a smile.

“Here’s your first gift of the day.”

You took the bag and eyed him suspiciously.

“First? How many did you get?”

The cartel leader beamed and shrugged.

“No less than five but no more than fifteen.”

“Miguel!”

He stopped you before you could scold him, urging you to open your gift. Reaching into the bag, you pulled out the tissue paper before pulling out a separate box, a big red ribbon holding it closed. You tugged on the edge of the ribbon, the bow coming undone and then lifted the lid off. Looking inside, you found a light-yellow dress, the material light and flowy as you picked it up and looked it over.

“This is beautiful Miguel. Looks like the perfect fit too.”

Miguel nodded, happy that you liked your first present.

“Better be; I had it custom made for you.”

Arching your eyebrow, you looked at him.

“Is that why a few of my dresses went missing last month and then randomly showed back up in my closet?”

Miguel neither confirmed nor denied, simply taking the packaging away from you as he pointed back upstairs.

“Go change into it, we have somewhere to be. And put on comfortable shoes.”

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You looked at all of the trees as you passed, the tops of them interlocked and forming a canopy that blocked the heat and brightness. Miguel took quick glances over at you as you both walked hand in hand. You still did not know exactly where he was taking you, you were simply enjoying the view until you got there. Making a left up ahead, Miguel turned with you and then stopped as you both came to a picnic setup. You turned to look at him with appreciation and found him already gazing at you as if you were the best thing that had ever been created.

“Do you like it?”

You laughed breathlessly, looking over the cheese and cracker platter, two wine glasses sitting ad waiting to be filled.

“Are you kidding me? I love it.”

Miguel pulled the pillow over and placed it down in front of you for you to sit down, him taking his own seat beside you. He reached into the picnic basket then, a chilled bottle of your favorite wine being pulled out. He reached for the opener and began to screw it into the cork as he looked back at you.

“Did you enjoy the day so far, mi vida?”

You nodded happily, thinking back to the events that had taken place. The trip to the aquarium, then ice cream as a quick snack, followed by a couples massage and now you were here at a vineyard that Miguel had reserved so he could sit and have a peaceful romantic picnic with you. You reached for his hand as you sipped your wine, what seemed like a permanent smile on your face.

“Best day I’ve had in a really long time, Miguel.”

He nodded as he looked down at your hand that was in his, your wedding ring glittering in the starting to set sun. He brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it repeatedly, thankful that he was able to still find ways to keep you on your toes and show you just how important you were to him.

“Well, that’s all I wanted. For you to enjoy your birthday and know that I love you.”

He leaned closer to you and then pressed his lips against yours, his passion just as eager and genuine as it had been the very first time he had kissed you. Pulling away, you both fell into a comfortable silence as you sipped at your wine and watched the sun set over the mountain line, Miguel knowing that this was only the first of birthdays as a married couple with decades more to come.

I’m sure most of y’all already have, but if you haven’t, please go and wish my girl a Happy Birthday.

[melofanish]

I got tagged by @bellakitse for the 7sentences from the current WIP.

This particular fix is the 2nd chapter to "Have You, Have Me, Have Us", and it has been in the works for some three weeks now. I have 4 different docs with the slightly different versions of it, all because it's just not flowing right for me. But, I'd like to say that 50% is done, and I think this upcoming part is pretty much finalized and set in stone!

“Random stuff, bunk a few classes, steal a few candy bars, kick a few trash cans,” she lists with a slight glare. Carlos can tell that she’s daring them to call her out, and possibly even threaten her. They’re minor inconveniences at best, minor offences at worse.

What worries him though that she seems to truly believe that their actions have no consequences. That their ventures are small and insignificant. That they're just rebels, as she said herself. That their rebellious acts don’t lay a burden, not on them or on others.

It's pain and anger presented as reckless teenager tendencies.

And yet, he understands. He knows that they’re angry. Furious at a world that has hurt them for something they have no control over. Livid at people who have taken one look at them and decided they know them. Enraged at the hate that they receive when they don’t deserve it.

He also understands what’s going on with Miguel. He knows the urge to hide under the safety of clothing and blankets. The impulse to withdraw from those who are around them to find comfort in loneliness. The need to avoid eye contact. The idea that you can’t be targeted if you aren’t drawing attention.

He knows because he remembers when he was in their position. He remembers when he closed off behind his locked door. He remembers when he raged at those who didn’t hurt him and deserve his wrath.

He remembers when he was seventeen, living the world like the young and free teenager he was. He remembers when he was forced to grow up.

I'm gonna tag @lire-casander @djdangerlove @howtosingit @sneetchestoo @marjansmarwani