#miguel ohara if he was good

[excessive-moisture]

Articest AU where Artificer hopped universe/cycle and planned to kill off and take the place of the Artificer of that universe/cycle and raise her kids as her own but UH OH gay

Might as well just write the fanfiction at this point :D

[writer-room]

I think another clear theme of Spiderverse is that, as we’re told in the first movie, anyone can be Spider-Man. But in the second movie, Miguel tells us that Spider-Man has rules. Certain things have to happen, certain people have to die, certain people aren’t meant to be Spider-Man. And the message there is that, once someone makes those kinds of rules, you run. Because it’s just not true. Anyone, literally anyone, can be Spider-Man. There is no requirement. We’ve been shown you don’t even need to be bitten by a spider!

And with the amount of people comparing Spiderverse to the queer experience, this is especially important. There are no rules to being queer. There are no labels that are exclusive. There are no labels that are even required. As soon as someone says you can’t be queer in a certain way, or certain identities don’t ‘count’ for whatever reason, you need to run. They are liars. There are no rules, and there never have been. You are queer because you said so, and this is your decision alone.

If you decide you’re Spider-Man, then you’re Spider-Man. And if you decide you’re going to save everyone you can, then you will. It’s as simple as that.

[artificial-d3vil]

slowly getting back to it

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Me watching as people take a wholesome Miguel concept like Nerd!Miguel and reduce it into another way to sexualize him as they write smut about Nerd!Miguel where he doesn't talk about scientific or educational nerdy things at all not even once

Me watching as they use 'nerd' as a stand-in for 'simp' rather than an opportunity to explore one of the most overlooked parts of his character which was the point of the concept to begin with

Me reading a Nerd!Miguel fic only for it to be thinly vieled sexually frustrated dominate lover Miguel that turns into raunchy smut three lines in and I fell for it again me feeling robbed of what could've been

[desb3ar]

not something you'd expect.

[snzuu]

I hate when I’m reading a miguel fic and they ruin it with degradation like “slut” like I promise you miguel would NOT say ts to his s/o.

[ur-friendly-neighborhood-simp]

im breaking my silence

[cada4us]

tits out miguel

[morsartis]

Listen. Listen I get the hype and thirst for Miguel O'Hara okay? I get it. BUT THE WAY I WOULD FOLD FOR HOBIE BROWN I SWEAR TO GOD. I would make lawn chairs jealous. Wet paper towels would have nothing on me. Origami would wish it could do what I would do. The unholy things I want that man to do to me would get me banned from church. I apologize in advance for the person I will become once ATSV gets released on demand. Hobie and Miguel had no reason to be that fine but if I don't see more people simping for Spiderpunk I will be DISAPPOINTED he was TOO GODDAMN PRETTY for you guys not to jump on that.

[phishferno]

Hobie and Miguel my beloveds

the sillies ...

[fry-house]

I'm not trying trying to do a full on "the creators are morons" or anything arrogant like that, but I will say that Miguel being the one who programmed Lyla in ATSV is an annoying change. Like the whole "she's his only friend" thing is kinda funny/sad but also...

XINA.

[cadelinhadomiranha]

I love them<3

[amphi-lol]

A bunch of messy sketches 💥 you’re welcome

Why tf is Miggy so hard to draw 😭😭

Also Harley I drew from the other day not a big fan of how it turned out but yea 💀👍

[technicolorxsn]

"it was lazy writing and a plot hole" have you considered that humans are complex and flawed? and that the decision makes sense for that specific brand of asshole? god.

[thealleydog]

Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

warnings: smut, slight mention of fangs, 18+, fingering, slight breeding kink

MDNI!!

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You’ve always noticed that his hands are large. Long fingers tapping away at holographic computer screens, curled loosely around a coffee mug, splayed out against his desk.

They feel bigger now that they’re buried knuckle deep inside of you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Miguel coos, pressing innocent little kisses to your face as if he’s not currently pumping his thick fingers into your slick pussy. You squirm, hips bucking as his searing palm holds you down, forcing you to stay still. 

His tongue drags across your collar bone wetly and murmured praises peppered with utter filth make your core burn. With each punishing flex of his hand, you’re absolutely sure that this man is trying to kill you. 

The barest hint of fangs scraping lightly against your shoulder makes you shiver and you feel his smug smile against your skin. Sweat drips down your body, and you writhe underneath him, gasping out slurred syllables of his name.

“You’re so good for me, yeah?” He exhales roughly. “So fucking wet — look at that pretty little pussy, baby. Just begging for me to stuff you full of cum, right?” He grins viciously when he hears your choked sob, feels your walls tighten around his fingers.

“You’d like that, huh?” he emphasizes his words with a harsh thrust and you cry out — god, he’s hitting all the right spots. The stretch burns in the best way possible and he kisses away the tears that leak out of the corners of your eyes. Your sopping cunt flutters around his digits and he nearly drives himself insane imagining what it’ll feel like wrapped around his cock. 

“More — Miguel, please,” you beg breathlessly, needily, and it goes straight to his aching dick. His fingers become more precise, curving just right, abusing the one spongy spot that makes you see stars. The calloused pad of his thumb rubs circles on your puffy clit, sending shockwaves into your lust-drunk mind.

“C’mon, baby. Give it to me, I know you can do it,” he murmurs, sloppily covering your lips with his, licking across your bottom lip hungrily. His hips rut mindlessly against the mattress underneath, desperate for any sort of friction. The heady mix of your scent and sex burns through his veins like wildfire, and he groans, low and deep, increasing the pace. 

It builds in your lower stomach, rising and pushing you further and further until you’re practically balancing on that precarious precipice. Then Miguel hits that spot and the knot in your gut snaps. 

Pleasure explodes in your system and you throw your head back with a cry of his name on broken syllables, high pitched and keening. Your breaths come in deep heaving inhales as you slowly come down from your high, covered in dark marks and sweat. 

Miguel pops his fingers free with a wet sound, all slick shiny with your juices and fluids. He swirls his tongue around them with a pleased hum, dark eyes boring into yours pointedly. 

You’re reminded suddenly of the heavy weight of his fat cock pressing against your thigh, smearing pearly beads of precum against your skin. Miguel kisses you, his words foggy against your lips. 

“Please?”

—

I’d let this man break my back tbh

[wolfowls]

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