#not our Miguel

[noorthehood]

getting comments on ao3 makes me go so power hungry like. oh yeah you read the thing?? you read the WHOLE thing and even took time out of your day to give your WRITTEN INPUT on it???? make out with me.

[wintersky94]

They done Cloroxed mah boi! The first pic made him look like Dracula. Who's mans is this??!! 👀🧐Trickster saved the day with this one! It reminds me of that time when the Winx Club characters got whitewashed on season 8. Give this man his salty caramel back, right neow.

Miguel I am so sorry that they did this to you ,,

(Took the liberty to edit for my own sanity sake + screenshot I used for reference)

[tvarchive]

COBRA KAI (2018 - ) s02e07: lull

[t1koy-roll]

Renaissance Tragedy but make it Spiderverse

[blvvdk3ep]

it's been one of these days

[menkya-and-charon]

₊˚⊹⋆ Howdy there! It’s finally time for Sandrock's final release yay ₊˚⊹⋆

To celebrate this special occasion Sandara pulled off her jewelry making skills to prepare some unique rings for every sandrocker who wishes to propose to their soulmate ! So without further, here's a little story behind each design,

Qi - Sended an intriguing blueprint to Sandara with complex symbols and diagrams…He assured her that it meant something important to his soulmate so she craved the coded message in precious silver with care. Even if she didn’t get Qi special love language as usual she was sure his loved one would get it ;)

Owen - Our favorite bartender showed an intricate design to Sandara, a delicate pattern almost the same as his own parents' engagement ring. Like the gilding flowers on the cover of a fine book he wished to give his lover the beginning of the story they were about to write together in this life.

Fang - The swan holding a special meaning to him Fang requested Sandara to make his ring the shape of that gracious animal to seal his promise to love and cherish his dearest one forever.

Ernest - Came by with this big and expensive pearl that got a special meaning to him asking Sandara if she could add it to his ring. The pearl symbol of his loyalty and love was carefully placed on the gold ring, the initials of his name and his lover one engraved on the inside.

Pablo - He made a special request to Sandara in search of the most colorful metal they could find for his ring in which bismuth mineral was perfect! Showing how bright and full of all the colors of this world his love was for his chosen one.

Arvio - Insisting on getting the most fine materials Arvio asked for a special ring. He showed Sandara a rare sand flower from Baranarok symbolizing hope and renewal inspiring the shape of that jewel meant to bond him and his other half forever.

Miguel - Requested a rather simple but very elegant ring, made with pale gold with a single diamond to show the purity of his love for his chosen one.

Burgess - Asked for something extra special to convey all his will to live in happiness and kindness with his soulmate. The yellow diamond he chose shining in the center of his ring radiating like the sun all his love.

Pen - In secret Pen demanded the most powerful ring Sandara could make to give his special one great strength and power he’s all for. However he never delivered it himself…

Unsuur - While admiring his collection Unsuur couldn't choose which gem was more fitting so he brought them all to Sandara to make a special ring! (even adding a few shards Wilson lost to make the base of his special ring ;)

Justice - Wanted a pretty ring that still felt like him so Sandara took great care at bringing out Justice strong will and honesty toward his most precious one with this silver and copper ring.

Logan - The only one Sandara didn’t made because well Logan made it himself for his special one! On late hunt nights he sat by the fire and carefully carved this ring in bones with the will to give his loved one something he made with all his heart.

This isn’t much but I hope everyone will have much fun playing and living wonderful adventures with Sandrockers friendly as romantic ones ! As I used to study jewelry making it was very much fun to do and fitting hc that Sandara would make them for the town folks !

It’s been already one year that I have being in this fandom and so so grateful for everything it brought me and the wonderful people it allowed me to meet ♡

I’m currently working on the girl next and some custom ones for my fellow builders who helped me with the designs ◇

₊˚⊹⋆ Happy Sandrock day ! Wish you all the best and see you soon to continue this journey together ₊˚⊹⋆

[spidey-bie]

You ever sit and think about how Miguel's attempts at defining what makes you spiderman has to do with his own insecurities surrounding his own identity?

He doesn't have the same origin story. His origin story on how he got his powers are more traumatic than everyone else's. And he has to keep injecting himself to maintain his spider powers.

But also something something Miguel being of mixed ethnicities (Mexican and Irish) and I wonder if that ties into his identity issues

[circusinthewalls]

☆ Those Simpler Sonnets ☆

Miguel is deep in the throes of his bi-monthly rut. You've quelled his voracious need for the time being, but the poor man can hardly even sleep without you. That's why he's quick to find you now, early in the morning long before the sun has even breached the horizon as you get yourself a drink of water.

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Tags: Porn With Plot, Just a little bit of plot, Like a tiny bit idk, Soft Miguel O'Hara, Feral Miguel O'Hara, Rut minus the ABO, Spider.. Instincts bullshit idk dude is just horny, AFAB Reader, My First Fanfic, god help, It's 4AM, Topping from the Bottom, Top Miguel O'Hara, One Shot, About as gender neutral as you can get with Spanish, Riding, Mutual Orgasm, Sorry if the Spanish isn't good I'm not a native speaker, Proship DNI, MDNI

a/n: This was uhh.. like not proofread at all? Also my first fic so bear with me. Tags and the fic itself are just pasted directly from ao3 because I have to be up before the sun tomorrow. Sorry for any grammar errors, but I hope you enjoy. o7 [ao3 link] [Masterlist]

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Miguel stirs in your shared bed, lazily outstretching an arm in search of your warmth. When it fails to be met with the familiar brush of your skin against his, worry sobers him, if only by a fraction. Upon cracking an eye open he realizes that you aren't in the room at all. What's more is that the door is cracked, distant light spilling in from elsewhere in the apartment. He doesn't bother to check the time, nor turn a single light on before sluggishly clambering out of bed and into the hallway. Not that he really needs to, of course. He can make out your scent growing headier with each step closer to the kitchen. 

You can hear him coming, or... sense it, rather. For a moment you pause in bringing the glass to your lips, offering a look back over your shoulder in his direction. To ensure he doesn't trip on the living room furniture, perhaps. It's not long after you cast your gaze forward again, sipping at the water in your hand, that you can feel his palms graze over your sides. They travel a languid path around to your stomach and soon settle down on your hips, pulling you back so his larger form can engulf your own. The movement makes you minutely aware of the soreness that's begun to emerge from your romping hours prior, but you pay it little mind.

Now that you're in his arms you can feel him soften significantly. You greet him with a small hum as you drink, and he gives a grunt in return. Having you near is enough to soothe his frayed nerves, evidently. He dips his head down and tucks his face into the crook of your neck, tiredly nosing along your jawline.

"Mi sol," he murmurs.

"Mm?"

"A kiss?"

A breathy chuckle slips out, but you oblige.

His lips don't stay on yours for long, though. Soon they're brushing back down your neck, just relishing the way you so graciously tilt your head off to the side. There's no stopping the groggy laugh that escapes when you can feel, no-- hear-- him sniffing you. He grumbles, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, but he can't help it. You smell so damn good, so damn perfect. 

Frankly, you can't help yourself either. The sun isn't even up yet and you're so tired, the way he's got his face pressed in against your neck, nosing and huffing-- You know he's in rut, but it takes all your strength not to burst out laughing.

Well, despite your best efforts you break anyway. With your head tipping back, you barely manage to set your glass aside on the counter to avoid dropping it as you dissolve into a fit.

It's in this moment, though, that the more instinct-driven side of Miguel's mind sees an opportunity and doesn't hesitate to take it. He bites down firm into the side of your now bared throat, releasing a low groan when he feels your giggles stutter off into a whine. This isn't the first time he's bitten you, and it certainly won't be the last. Yet still, the immediate surrender that seems to always overtake you rekindles his desires in an instant. He's all but ready to tear his boxers off and have another go at you if you'll let him, but he forces himself to relent somewhat. You'd lovingly taken the brunt of his insatiable appetite earlier in the evening as it was. Drunk off your scent or not, he'd be a fool to be so rough again so soon. 

Bringing one of his hands up from your hip to instead support your head with, he pulls off your neck. Your blood on his lips has his own rushing southward, so naturally he laves his tongue over the wound for a better taste. Cleaning and savoring you in tandem. You shudder at the feeling, another noise bubbling up, but he's quick to soothe you by peppering kisses atop the divots his teeth left behind.

"Can I?" he pleads in a whisper.

He's given you the upper hand on purpose, so you decide to tease him. While you're still in a position to, that is.

"Can you what?"

He huffs. You can feel how painfully stiff his cock is. He knows you can. Just to be sure, and maybe to get back at you, he pulls you harder back against it anyway. You snigger, but he's not in the mood to play games. If you're going to let him have you then he wants you now, not in five minutes when you're done laughing your pretty ass off again.

"Please?" he grits, but you don't miss the way the word almost teeters on being a whimper.

"You're no fun, Migs," you reply, hints of a fake pout tugging at your lips. Then you give him a playful jab with your elbow and peck on the cheek. "Of course you can."

That's all he needs.

Immediately he scoops you up and strides forth into the living room. He sets you down so he can settle on the couch, but he's soon reaching out for you again, one hand guiding you to straddle him while the other wrangles his erection free from its fabric confines. As luck would have it your patience is waning too, so while you're moving to get on top of him you tug his boxers down past his hips and off entirely. You throw your shirt off as well, and seeing as it was the only clothing concealing your gorgeous form, a satisfied growl rumbles in his chest at the sight of you. It's about the only thing that even begins to temper his growing need, second to actually being inside you.

When you've finally got your thighs planted on either side of his waist he brings a hand up to steady you while the other helps align him with your entrance. Or tries to, at least. You move his hand away, gripping his cock and holding it still so you can rut against the crown for a second, letting his pre slick up your already glistening folds further. 

He has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle a groan. Fiery want is coiled so tightly in his gut that it's liable to snap if you keep this up, but he's trying his hardest not to rush you. The faint mewl you let out helps a little. God, he loves the way you sound.

Bringing his tip back to your hole again, you at last begin to sink down. His hips buck weakly, aching for more of you, but you don't allow him to properly move until he's bottomed out. Even with the dull ache from your first round, being split open by him is exquisite. You barely register the strangled moan he lets out once he's fully sheathed. Your thighs are trembling around him and you're far too focused on how full you are. You're not even sure if you can get yourself to move.

"Fuck, Miguel," you keen. "I-"

Without missing a beat he's shifting beneath you, taking hold of your hips and planting his feet apart so he can do all the work instead.

"I can do it, amor," he breathes. "Just let me, baby. Just let me."

"God-" You swallow down a whimper and nod. "Yes please."

So he starts a slow pace, beginning with gentle rolls of his hips while you adjust. When those familiar, delicate whines begin to sound he makes a point to go a little harder. Not faster, really, but there's undoubtedly more force behind each of his thrusts. His own sounds of pleasure escape with them, panted groans and even the occasional growl when his eyes flicker down to where your bodies meet, watching how well you take him.

"Look at you... Paraíso terrenal.."

He grinds up into you, and almost cums right then and there when he feels your insides flutter weakly in response. Beautiful.

"That's the spot, isn't it?" he growls. "Gonna cum for me already?"

You're far too caught up in how good everything feels to do anything but moan. That's fine, though. He can tell you're on the edge just as much as he is, and he'll be damned if he's not about to fuck you over it.

It doesn't take long, either. Minutes pass by like seconds, your orgasm creeping up faster than you'd expected. While your insides are spasming he's holding you down on him, hips stuttering as he spills himself as deep as you he can get, body curled up somewhat from the intensity of his own climax. You ride out your shared ecstasy before ultimately collapsing in a sweaty heap.

The both of you are a spent mess, but you're content. Miguel can't be bothered to pull out, but.. honestly?

You're not sure you care.

Sleeping on the couch would be a lot colder without his cock in you, anyway. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[gongyussy]

"today, the wait is finally over. we get to see ohtani's smile again." "smiles really suit him, huh?": actual commentary from nhk's post-game shohei montage

[gaffney]

miguel diaz is both robby keene's strongest advocate and the one who makes him feel like he’s constantly falling short, and i just don't know how to feel about that

[mrsoharaa]

You look at him in revolt, watching the lanky, buff soft brunette of a man take a bite out of his pineapple covered pizza with such a carefree, delightful contentment.

Your brows knit tightly together, cringing as you watch his wide, broad shoulders immediately relax to the bite of his disgraceful slice of dough.

He catches your leering glare, snickering gently at the horrid look your were shooting at him. Directly.

"What?" he swallows his mouthful, hovering the small half of his pizza over his lap, shifting slightly on your bed.

"That is such a discrace, Miguel" you cringe more, noting the last little slice of pineapple sitting at the edge of his crust.

"Each is to their own, mi amor" he smiles wittily, raising the half consumed slice of pizza in his hand, leaning forward closer towards you, teasingly. Chuckling at the way you would squirm and chant at him for doing such a vile thing in front of you.

"Miguel! s-stop! that's gross!" you couldn't help the little bursts of giggles pooling out from your lungs, feeling his hefty weight gradually, carefully, topple over your lap. Munching on his last slice, dreadfully slowly, humming in a taunting, playful manner.

You snort with a eye roll, smacking him at the back of his shoulder, the sound of his pleased laughter filling your ears. Making your heart swell in the space of your chest.

He shortens his laughing, tender irises of warm cardinal meeting your own gaze, slowly trailing down to the little remnants of pizza sauce clinging at the corner of your pretty lips.

Smiles more gracefully, sits upright momentarily, as he reaches over to swipe away at the little mess peppering over your silky, warm skin. His focus around your lips intent and entirely deadpanned, until he catches your bashful gaze studying his notions. His lips curl even more so coyly, earnestly.

The pad of his thumb carefully glides over the tiny mess along the corner of your full lips. Gingerly traces over along the flush of the tender, plump flesh with a slow, lingering touch. His eyes never leaving yours as he does so.

You felt your heart rampage feverishly against your chest, pupils dilated widely as your hands crumble at the comforting sheets of your bed. His infamous, low chuckle reverberating against your eardrums.

Leans in more closely to you, pressing his hot, pliable lips onto your own in such a delicate, prolong manner. Stays connected with your soften flesh for a good few moments, not wanting to part away from the sweet taste of them.

And when he finally decides to pull away from your gaping, plush skin - his soft, lulling eyes subtly fall down onto yours. Breathes out a low, husk breath as he grins slyly to the imminent flush glowing onto your cute face.

"Does it taste gross, mi corazón?" he mockingly toys, swiftly, pliantly grazing the callous flesh of his digit along your warm, supple skin. Thoroughly enjoying the adorable fluster permeating amongst your stunned expression.

[underoosparkerr]

not ao3 being down for a second time today. what am i supposed to do? go outside….what do you take me for.

[greensagephase]

✨A New Beginning, Farewell ✨

Hi, guys,

I just wanted to come on here and tell you about recent changes in my life. I have some happy news and some... Not so happy. I hope you guys can understand and always remember me fondly, but I will no longer be able to write fanfiction for Miguel. 😔

The happy news, and the reasoning for me stepping back from writing fanfiction is that I got engaged to my boyfriend! He finally popped the question after ten months of dating!! Engagement ring pic because why not? 🥺

Anyway, I'm beyond the moon and I can't wait for this new chapter in my life!! 🥹 I'm currently in the process of packing up all my belongings to move in with my fiancé at his luxurious penthouse (why is he so rich? I don't know!). I'm kind of nervous about becoming a wife but I'm so happy about the future!!

I wish I could keep writing fanfics but I don't think I'll have access to Tumblr from Nueva York and my fiancé might think it's weird I'm writing fanfics about him online, so I must step back for the wellbeing of my marriage. I hope you guys can respect these news and wish me and my beautiful fiancé well!! Thank you for your love and understanding!!

With love, Future Mrs. O'Hara ❤️

[cupcakeinat0r]

Me n Miguel wearing this

[raileurta]

Dark Soulmates au idea

Sometimes very rarely a person will have a soul disfigurement. In a regular pair of soulmates the "soul" is split evenly between them. Sometimes someone will get more "soul" than the other but it rarely affects them. In extremely rare cases though a person could have 90%+ of their pair's "soul." This leads to the recipient being more apathetic, violent, and having an obsession with their soulmate.

[spokspsps]

im done im never looking at this again i think its been 5 months since i first started this god do not ask me anything about this