#older!miguel

[gemini-sensei]

older!miguel x college!fem!reader where he’s got a kid about 4-6 and he needs a baby/housesitter so he hires reader. But one day he comes home fr whatever job you want him to have and hears the reader talking to her friend about how hot he is, her fantasies, and and how she would literally have his baby to give him a second kid. When he hears that, his breeding kink goes crazy. As a couple days goes by of him teasing her, he’s finally coming on to her and saying “i heard what you said to your friend” They literally fuck everywhere since the babys gone so they be as loud as they want. Shes LITERALLY begging, shaking, and crying for his cum inside her. 🤗

DILF!Miguel? Is that what I'm seeing?

Older!Single-Dad!Miguel Diaz x Babysitter!Uni!Reader

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ dilf!Miguel? 👀 ○ I gave Miguel's son a name, hope you don't mind

I love this and it got so much longer than I thought it would tbh lol.

a/n: I don't speak Spanish and I don't trust Google Translate, but I firmly stick by the idea that Miguel speaks Spanish during sex, so fill in the blanks with some sexy Spanish ;)

"I'll have to show you a picture of him because I can't describe how hot he is... No, I'm telling you, he's really hot. He's one of those super fit, sexy dads. He teaches karate part tike at his old dojo and stuff."

Reader giggles as she talks on the phone, likely to one of her friends, but Miguel couldn't be sure. He's just walked in through the garage instead of the front door, but it seems he's walked in on a private conversation between his babysitter and her friend. He sees Reader sitting pretty on his couch, phone tucked between her shoulder and ear as she paints her nails, and can't help but listen in as he stays in the foyer.

"It's not dorky. I've seen some of his moves and it's really hot... I'd let him teach me some karate if it meant he'd pin me to a mat," Reader giggles. She stop everything as her cheeks warm up and she smiles hard. "Hell yeah, I'd let him fuck me. Fuck, I'd give him another baby..."

Miguel has to stop himself from walking in there, biting back a groan as he felt something deep inside of him stir. It had been a while since he'd actually been with someone, his son having become his number one priority. He had not dated anyone in a while, though some people caught his eye. However, hearing his babysitter say such things about him makes him want to walk in there and tear her clothes off.

She's a beautiful girl, curvaceous and plump. She has fat in all the right places, pretty hips that look so easy to grab, big tits that she hid in her college hoodie along with a soft belly, thick thighs that he wants wrapped around him as he fucks her. He loves when she arrives in tight shorts and a hoodie, hips and thighs on display. When she bends over to pick up his son, he can't help noticing her ass and how it must jiggle when slapped.

He'd be lying if he said this was the first time he's thought about how gorgeous she is, but he's never let those thoughts run rampant before. After all, she's his babysitter, she's in celloege. She shouldn't want a man like him, but his hunger for her is ignited and all those thoughts of her not wanting him go out the window. He won't worry with them anymore.

○●○

Over the course of a few days, Miguel makes it a point to work from home. He has Reader coming around to mind his son while he works, but took long breaks often so he'd have time away from work. He plays with his son, of course, but he also plays with Reader. He wore tight shirt that showed off his arms; sometime he catches her staring while she was tidying up some toys. When she's in the kitchen getting snacks ready, he walks by her and let's his hand slid over her voluptuous ass. She never says anything about it and he gives it a firm squeeze one day as he passes her. While his son naps, they have little chats over drinks. Nothing too fancy, just tea or coffee depending on the tike of day. He learns more about her beyond what he already knew, beyond her college courses and the surface level things. He makes her laugh and blush, making sure to show her he's interested in her before he makes his move. The more time he spends around her, the more he falls for her, especially when she talks about how sweet and funny his little boy is. He practically stares at her with hearts in his eyes as she beams and tells him about how well his boy is doing learning his ABCs.

"Damián wanted to watch this documentary on sharks and I was worried it would be a little to much for him. I didn't know if it was going to be graphic, but we watched it together and it wasn't. He loved it and when we went to the library the next day, because I had to pick up a book for one of my classes, all he wanted were books about sharks. I think we cleaned out the library of all their shark books," she laughs as she tells him about her week. He smiles, admiring the gleam in her eyes and the giddiness in her voice. "He made me read him one as a bedtime story."

Miguel chuckles, deep from his chest. She's so cute when she's telling him such things, though it only adds fuel to the fire burning him up inside. "That explains all the books scattered across his bedroom then."

Her smile drops and she stares at him wide eyed and pretty. "I'll get that eaned up soon. It's just so hard to pick up after him sometimes. He loves to strough all of his toys across the room sometimes."

He laughs again. "Most four year olds do. Don't worry about cleaning up after him, it's about time he starts learning to put his toys away when he's done playing with them, though I can't help thinking part of the problem may be that's he's lonely..."

"Lonely?" she asks softly.

He hums and nods. "Sometimes I wish I could give him a little.brother or sister to play with."

Reader smiles at him kindly. "What's stopping you? Surely there are pretty women throwing themselves at a guy like you all the time? None of them catching you eye?"

"No," he tells her with a shake of his head. "I've had my eyes set on someone, actually, but it wasn't until recently that I found out they feel the same. I mean, I'm attracted to her, and I think I can really fall for her. I just hope she wants to fall in love, too."

"Oh really?" Reader asks, ears perking up at the mention of a love interest. Her heart sinks, thinking it mustn't be her. She's just a babysitter, someone who comes when he's not around, minds the house while he's away. "I bet if she finds you so attractive, she'll more than likely fall in love."

He smirks, getting the impression she thinks the same of herself. The conversation stops there as a little timer goes off and Reader stands from her seat. She walks into the kitchen to pull something from the oven and Miguel watches her until she turns the corner, then stands to follow.

Only when she's put the hot pan down does he come up behind her. However, this time he doesn't just graze his hand over her ass. No, instead he stands right behind her and gently puts his hands on her hips. She jumps as he makes her presence known and looks up at him over her shoulder. "Mr. Diaz-"

"You know, I heard your little conversation the other day," he mumbles, looking down at her lustfully. He presses his hard on again her ass and she lets out a small, shocked squeak. "The one where you were telling your little friend about how sexy I am."

"You- you heard that?" she asks, cheeks growing warm as she looks away from him. She's a little embarrassed that he overheard such a conversation. One where she gushed about how attractive he is and even fully admitted to wanting to bear his next- "Oh."

"Oh," he repeats back and slides his hands up her waist, feeling up her curves. Of course she can say no at any time and he'll stop, but as she melts into his touch and leans back into his chest, he gets the impression she doesn't want him to. "You're not too bad on the eyes yourself."

He gropes her belly and rolls, mapping out every inch of her he touches. Every curve, every roll, every little detail he can find. He slips a hand up her shirt and rests it against her lower abdomen, thinking about what she'll look like plump and round with his baby.

He grunts. "You have a perfect, strong body. Wide hips, pretty thighs, fat tits, and this soft pouch of belly..."

She whines softly, eyes closed as he touches her. The feeling of his hands on her makes her burn from the inside out and she wants him to touch her everywhere. "Please..."

"Please what?" he asks her, searching for her consent.

She looks up at him. "Please, Mr. Diaz, I want you."

He chuckles, cock throbbing against her fat ass. "You can have me, just don't call me Mr. Diaz."

She smiles and turns to face him, his hands gripping her tightly and pulling her close. Her hands brace on his chest and she leans up to kiss him, smashing their lips together in a heated and needy union. It's quick and hot, so she can pull away and say, "Whatever you want, Miguel."

He pulls her in for another kiss, this one longer and steamier. He starts undressing, having little care for the fact that their clothes are on the kitchen floor, no one else is around to find them. They're alone, his son away to spend time with Uncle Robby and his kids. So, he leads Reader to the island, never breaking their kiss until he turns her around and bends her over the countertop.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he tells her, voice low and deep. He pulls her pants down along with her panties and let them pool around her ankles, his fingers finding her fat, wet cunt moments later. He teases her for a moment before shoving two fingers into her tight hole, scissoring them to stretch her out in preparation for his cock.

Reader moans, holding onto the edge of the counter because it's all she can manage. Her pussy gets wet as he plays with her, opening her up for him. "I-I feel the same way."

Miguel smirks, feeling her arousal drip down his hand. He fingers her for a while longer before pulling away from her to undo his belt. He only shoves his pants and boxers down far enough to free his cock and brings the tip to her folds. She whines as he teases her, pushing the tip in and out of her until she can't take it anymore, which doesn't take long.

"Please, Miguel," she moans, looking at him over her shoulder. "Please fuck me. I need you so bad."

"I will, don't worry," he grunts, taking hold of her hip in one hand as he pushes the tip in again. She bites her lip and as he sinks into her before screaming with pleasure as he buries the full length of his cock into her. Once he bottoms out, leans over her and lets out a loud groan in her ear. "You told your little roommate you'd have my baby... that still true, hermosa?"

Shivers run up her spine and her cunt clenching around him. She nods, turning her head to look at him again, eye half-lidded in lust and pleasure. "Yes."

He mutters in something in Spanish and draws back, only to quickly rut back into her. The force of his thrust pushes her hips into the edge of the counter and she moans at the pressure of being sandwiched between him and the island. He drops his head and starts kissing her neck, making sure to leave a hickey and mark her up so people know she's his now.

She was in pure bliss as he fucked her, the thrill of it making her hot all over. It was her wildest dream come true, all their back and forth little flirting over the last few days finally worth something. She wasn't even embarrassed anymore that he had overheard her little phone conversation; it was clearly worth it. He knew what he was doing, one hand holding her waist and pulling her into his hard thrusts whilst the other toyed with her clit. She moaned loudly, but every time she said his name he made a particularly rough thrust into her that hit deep and hit a special spot inside her.

As he neared close to his orgasm, he rubbed at her clit faster. "Fuck, gonna fill you up. You're gonna give me another baby, right? Let me breed this tight, young pussy? Let me fuck you again and again until I've put a baby in you?"

"Yes! Yes, please!" she whines, feeling her end nearing. She tries pushing herself back into him, but he wraps and arm around her and pulls her up. She braces herself on the counter, leaning on her hands as he hold her around the waist and plays with her clit. "Oh God! Miguel! Miguel! I'm coming! Oh my god!"

"Do it, come on my cock so I can come in you! Come on my cock!" he grunts. His thrusts begin to slip into uneven ruts and his has a tight grip on her, seeking out his high as her walls squeeze around him.

She cries out as she comes and he lets out a string of curses as he feels her gummy walls constrict around him. He brings his hand up to her face to turn toward him and kisses her passionately, still fucking into her as she comes. She creams on his cock and it leaks down his shaft, making a mess of them as he pushes himself to the end. He comes not long after her and slams into her, ensuring he comes deep in her cunt as she milks him for every drop he can give her. They moan into each other's mouths, never parting as they experience their highs together. Her body begins to relax and he holds her close to him, letting her rest against his chest.

He finally pulls away from her when the need for air burns. He pants hard as he drops his head onto her shoulder, letting out her name in huffing breaths. When his orgasm subsides, he slowly pulls out of her. Their mixed cum leaks down her thighs, but it's the least of his worries as he turns her to face him. He's quick to pull her into another deep, heavy kiss before he's fully caught his breath and she throws her arms around him, holding him close.

The next time he pulls away from her, it's barely at all, and he grunts out, "Want you to hole onto me." He slips his hands behind her thighs and she understands, quickly making work to kicks off her pants. He does the same before she jumps and he wraps her legs around his waist. She starts kissing along his jaw as he carries her to the living room, planning to breed her on the couch next.

He has big plans for them the rest of the night, making sure she has his next baby.

[pandadrake]

idk some guy and another younger guy from the comics.

I temporarily lost my ability to ink so I decided to try something small and easy. Then ended up scribbling a bunch of other things.

Gabriel's outfit is pretty much a mash of his comic outfit and a jacket taken directly from ATSV concept art of 2099 fashion by Jesus Alonso Inglesias. I don't like coloring, but if I did I would make it really bright and obnoxious.

My impression is that Miguel's civvie fit is really drab and baggy by 2099 standards and is meant to hide his body shape. Either way it's a pretty funny contrast to his other fit which is skin-tight, bright red & blue and has all his muscles drawn in.

Miguel in the comics has organic webs which give him the power of being nasty-ass and leaving gross sticky stuff on everything he touches. I guess this is the inspiration for the top image (it's time stamped)

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

HC the only reason Miguel gave Hobie a watch in the first place is because he genuinely doesn't know what Punk is

Miguel most likely thinks Punk is just some really old Boomer style that Hobie is WAY too into.

Cause like let's be real, he's from 2099 - he probably can't tell a punk from a greaser from a grunge person from an emo. To Miguel

He probably looks at Hobie the way WE look at Noir.

He probably can't even understand Hobie.

Pop Quiz!! If you met someone from like 1915 RIGHT NOW would you know if they had electricity and phones and photos and radios yet? Were they still using telegraphs? Could women vote yet??

I don't know!!!!!! Couldn't tell ya!!!!!!

Now apply that to Hobie and Miguel

The thought of Hobie being able to reverse engineer his watch didn't even pass his mind cause Miguel's most likely like 'When are you from? 1978? I'm surprised you even know what a computer is. Did you all even have electricity then? Cars? Don't look at me like that - I'm a geneticist not a historian, Brown.'

All he knows is that in Hobies world cars don't fly and therefore he is Ancient and Old™️

We all see Noir as like an old geezer regardless of age but no one ever suggests that how Miguel sees Hobie vjhoohchvoh

Like Miguel completely disregarding Hobie cause he's like 'Hobie? That Boomer? Sure. His generation can't even send an email without downloading a virus. What the hell is he going to do? Put my calculations on a CD-ROM? A floppy-disc?? Lyla, be realistic.'

SO REAL. Cause let's be honest HOW ELSE IS HOBIES STORING ALL HIS DATA 😭😭 He has no SD cards!! Only these!! Floppy Disks!!!

Thousands upon thousands of these

Like what other explanation is there 😭😭 HUH??? Why else would Miguel disregard him so hard!!

Everytime Hobie talks instead of being like 'this snotnose kid-' Miguel's more like 'sure like imma take pointers on how to run a society from a fucking Boomer yeah right I saw what you all did to the economy'

Hobie probably be playing punk music and to Miguel it sounds like old show tunes coming out a vintage tin radio

Hobies music is so old it's 'classical' now 😔

Miguel has absolutely no idea what punk is and tbh???? He doesn't fucking care. Why? Cause that's some old people shit.

[turrondeluxe]

Gabriel about to get jumped because of Green Goblin ptsd at spidey hq

[maliyuhh]

Y'ALL CAN SOMEONE MAKE A SMUT ABOUT UNCLE AARON OR JEFFERSON DAVIS. LAWWWWWDDD THOSE MEN MAKE MY PUSSY STREAM A FUCKIN WATERFALL. MY LEGS FUCKIN SHAKE WHEN I SEE THEM. Ouuu and Aaron's sexy bald ass head 😩 and Davis' big ass muscles 😫. I WANNA RIDE THEY ASS TIL MY FUCKIN HAIR FOLLICLES FALL OUT. I JUST WANT THEM SO FUCKIN BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. MILES' WHOLE FUCKIN BLOODLINE IS SO FINE AND FOR WHATTTTTT?

[poppy-metal]

are you attracted to father types because you want to feel the warm embrace of an authority figure that wont harm you while simultaneously caring about your well-being enough to guide you along and desiring you in a way that makes you feel special or are you normal

[scoobysnakz]

heyy girl i think if u haven’t what abt u write a dbf miguel x reader ik i see so many but theyre so gd to read they get me so invested every time🤷🏽‍♀️

summary: you’ve just come home from college for christmas but there’s a stranger in your bedroom

a/n: dbf as in dads best friend or dad boy friend? 😭 i’d do either but for this i’ll do dads best friend bc… yh. also tysm for the request it means sm 😚😚😚 also I guess this is a fic now? Bc I kinda hate one shots bci can never cut down on lore and stuff.

❤️

You hadn’t realised how easily college had managed to seep its way into every aspect of your life, pulling you away from both your family and social life, until you came home for Christmas.

Everyone looks so different, your mum is more colourful and chirpy, your father is healthier and your brother is surprisingly mature. But what takes you most by surprise is the lack of silence that has taken them by storm. When you had come home for the summer most of your stay had been filled with an uncomfortable but unfortunately familiar silence following you around but now, you can’t shut them up.

The entirety of the drive home from the train station is full of chatter, and for once they include you. They seem so genuinely invested about you that you don't even question the randomness of their questions, ranging from the journey home and the local shops that surround your campus.

“I heard that there's one of those pretentious, hipster coffee places nearby,” your dad claims from the driver's seat, not bothering to look around at you.

“Vegan?” you offer dryly, unsure of it he knows you work there or not.

“That's it!” he clicks proudly, resulting in both you and your brother sharing a sigh.

Part of you hopes that it’s because of you; that maybe they realised how much they loved you while you were gone and now feel overjoyed at your return. There’s a feeling of doubt floating around in your mind, telling you that this is just a random occurrence, but you push it to the side, wanting to focus on the positive and unrealistic.

***

Your brother helps you lug your suitcase into the house claiming, ‘It’s the least I can do’ which is surreal coming from someone who hasn’t written to you the entirety of your time away. You hand him your antler clifton all the same, glad you didn't have to carry it across the drive as well as up the stairs.

The warmth from the house welcomes you in, the softness of the heated air a stark difference from the harsh bitterness from outside. The sweet smell of cinnamon and gingerbread candles lures you in so soothingly that you don't even notice the extra pair of shoes neatly paired together with the rest by the front door.

“I'll leave it here,” your brother mutters before sliding across the floorboards towards the living room on the heels of his feet- not as mature as you presumed. You smile half-heartedly with a small nod, jealous of how easily he can dismiss himself.

And suddenly you’re alone again, left to your own devices as your parents go start dinner and your brother now yelling into his mic from the living room. It hurts slightly, moments ago they were all over you, so invested in you and your life that you forgot what they're truly like. It's the way it always been and you're a fool for thinking otherwise.

You scold yourself for being so naive as to believe that they'd changed, that they weren't as self-absorbed as they used to be, before pulling yourself away from your sea of negative thoughts.

You stare at your suitcase, bright white light shining on it from the lamp hanging above your head, and decide to leave it there, too tired to carry it upstairs to your room.

The steps creak under your weight as you slouch up the stairs, one hand idly dragging across the chipped bannister. You can't count how many times your dad’s tried to repaint it, how much money he's spent on overpriced glosses and varnishes, how many hours he's spent sanding the thing down.

As you cross the landing, thick carpet dampening the sound of your steps, you the bathroom door left ajar and the soft heat emanating from it. Which is… weird because both your parents and your brother are downstairs. But you shrug it off, too fed up to care, and drag yourself over to your bedroom, head drooping downwards with fatigue.

Casually, you push your door open, expecting the room to be empty and your bed freshly made as it often is when you come home for the holidays. Except it isn't.

Soft jazz music hums throughout the room, playing from a speaker you can't quite place, and the smell of an intoxicatingly strong aftershave clings to the air. Your walls are still decorated with the wallpaper you had when you left but it's covered in various posters. Some are boring and presumably scientific based on the array of symbols, whereas others are insanely niche but you don't really put too much effort into trying to understand them- you're too distracted by the man standing in the middle of your room, half naked and dripping with water.

He's tall, intimidatingly so, but the soft dimples that form in his cheeks as he smiles down at you soothe your nerves- slightly.

“Hey,” he grins down at you, head now cocked to the side and pats his ear causing water droplets to drip onto your carpeted floor.

You blink at him, completely dumbstruck and unsure of what to do. “What the fuck?” you breathe shakily, palms clamming up as your brain desperately flickers between arousal and fear.

The man’s brow furrows at your anxious tone and his smile falters slightly. “I think I should be the one cursing here,” he jests, tone annoyingly light, “you’ve just walked into my room without knocking or anything.”

“You're room?” you scoff, arms folding across your chest. “You're the stranger here, not me.”

He grins at your attitude, those dimples presenting themselves again. “I’m offended, has it been that long since you've last seen me?” he questions, large hand splayed across his chest feigning offence.

You pause for a moment and let your gaze scan him for a moment. He looks familiar, dark slicked back hair and mahogany eyes that are simultaneously scrutinizing and sympathetic.

“A la mierda, querida, have you really forgotten me?” he teases.

And then it clicks. You feel so embarrassed now, for not recognising him. Miguel, your dad’s best friend who you haven't seen for years, is finally visiting again.

He does look different now, though. He's still tall and his face is as chiselled as ever, though there are creases in his skin from when he's smiled too often or squinted too hard at the sun, but he's bulked up a considerable amount. His biceps look bigger than your thighs, tensing and relaxing with every slight movement and shining with the shower water in the yellow light of the evening sun. In fact, his entire body is covered in muscles, and what you can see of his lower half is toned, covered in dark tufts of hair, yes, but the curvature of each muscle is still visible.

He clears his throat and you realise that you’ve been staring longer than intended, shame burning hot on your neck.

“Sorry,” you mutter, “about not recognising you.”

He shrugs off your apology, which irks you slightly but you push past it, and smile once again. “I look different, old age is catching up on me.”

That's definitely what's different.

> next

[kitklone]

90s comic miguel aka biblically accurate miguel aka white miguel

[matutito]

caved in and made my own version of the tmnt, but it takes place in argentina because 🇦🇷

dont have much laid out yet but i had a lot of fun designing them (+bonus abril and casey wip under the cut)

[nitrozem]

Their love is still strong! 💕

[movedtodykedvonte]

People write Miguel’s character wrong cause the guy is not some grammar, syntax super genius he is like intelligent but bro literally tells his in universe Alexa to do the thingy when referring to explaining the multiverse and how fragile it is. Bro has a brooding platform. Y’all write him the way he wants to be seen when in all actuality he talks like every other Spiderman. He’s like a Twilight character.

I read a fics and y’all have him speaking like a Victorian noble man, he called a multi-dimensional travel device a fucking goober for Peter's sake! This asshole would be like "this thingumabob sure is complex" while getting shot at.

[anonymousqualities]

Late To The Meeting

(Post canon, canon divergence, few years after BTSV, cross posted on Ao3)

At Spider HQ, one of the many meeting rooms was being used. The soundproof walls keeping out the chatter of different spidermen walking by or portaling in and out to their respective missions.

It was 30 minutes into the meeting with Miguel at the front. In the middle of presenting a new anomaly to a zoned out group of spiders, they all jumped as the meeting door shot open.

"Sorry! I'm here, I'm here!" Panting, Miles shuffled into the meeting room.

Trudging over to the table, Miles didn't hesitate to shove an amused looking Hobie's legs off the only unoccupied chair. Hobie used the momentum to lazily swivel side to side, his color palette glitching to a pink as he took in the other's presence.

Hobie tsk'd playfully "Brooklyn, thought I told you I'm only allowed to be fashionably late?" Miles scoffed as he shrugged off the baby bag into the seat.

"Whatever, Punk" he readjusted a squirming Billie who was giggling as she looked at all the shocked faces in the room. Spotting a familiar one, she clumsily waved her arm showcasing her guest wristband at a smiling Gwen.

"Hi 'wen!" Ghost spider cooed as she mimicked the toddler who stopped waving and was trying to reach gwen in a weird imitation of the creation of adam.

Miles grunted in frustration as he almost dropped the container of yogurt melts. Adjusting his grip to keep the 3 year old from face planting onto the table "Gwen! You're not helping, I gotta get her snacks out"

Hobie sat up straighter, ignoring Gwen's 'hey' as he swatted her hands out the way and gestured out to Billie "give her here, love"

Miles happily lowered her to His boyfriend. With both hands free, he began searching with more vigor. He gave an 'aha' as he pulled out a reusable pink ziplock filled with fruit and set it on the table.

Settled into Hobie's lap, Billie blinked up at her new captor. Hazel eyes lighting up at the grinning brit "Obie, Obie!"

The punk snickered. Raising her higher to blow a few rasberries to her tummy eliting a round of giggles. "Did you miss me, billy bills?" He got another giggle in response as he settled her back down occompanied by a few tummy tickles.

Gwen frowned as her view got upstrucked by a unicorn case covered tablet and then by a container of travel wipes "Hobie" she whined glaring at the man who opened up and offered Billie her Yogurt melts. Moving the tablet to block gwen's face, hobie intercepted cat-ear headphones from Miles. Placing them over Billie's head before turning on the tablet.

Billie cooed around a mouthful of melts, her attention now fully on the brightly colored screen.

Gwen threw a pen at a smirking hobie, who only responded by turning on the shows Closed Captions. Just as engrossed, if not more, with the talking anthropomorphic dog family on the screen.

A sigh of relief made Gwen look over to Miles, watching as he relocated the bag under the meeting table before collapsing into the seat. His hair coils bouncing slightly as he dramatically face planted to the table.

The other occupants had since gotten over their initial shock and chuckled at the display. Their attention back on their on personal headspaces as they waited for the impromptu meeting intermission to end. Some trying to hide their smiles as they glanced at a not too pleased looking Miguel.

Gwen being one of them as she sat back in her seat "Umm, Miles?" Gwen watched in amusement as the other's head shot up. Miles blinking in shock as if just noticing the other occupants in the room.

"Oh! I uh..." he chanced a sheepish glance at the front to where miguel stood, arms crossed.

Clearing his throat, Miles sat up straighter in his seat " y-yeah, sorry! Sorry for being late, Miguel"

Hobie scoffed cupping some of Billie's yogurt melts into his mouth, eyes not leaving the tablet screen "No worries Love, mans was rambling on anyways"

A snort came from the spider man sitting at the front. Immediately clearing their throat at their boss' glare.

Taking a deep breath, Miguel gestured to the holograhic screen "may I continue the meeting?" He rolled his eyes at the muted nods. Muttering a slew of spanish curses as he went back to his explanation of a new anomaly.

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

-

Yall ever had yogurt melts? They good as hell for no reason.

[turrondeluxe]

How old do you think the turtle tots are in the comics/art you've shown? (like, roughly, how it's their development)

will probably be a bit long because of pics so!

^ a few weeks after being mutated (basically still newborns, very small)

^ Around 6-7 months! Can be seen crawling around the house

^ Roughly around 8 months old (already starting to string together syllables)

^ Around 3 years old! (Yi is VERY smart for her age)

^ Around 4 years old!

^ extra silly fun fact! they started purring being only a few days old!

[loganlermanstanaccount]

How old do you imagine RM Miguel as? 🤔

He is 25! I actually have a very complicated and detailed (scribbled on a napkin when I was drunk and eventually converted to my notes app) timeline to make sure reader and mig's ages match up 💪

[hobartsaglet]

[kingofthering]

By the end of 2025, Fabio Quartararo and Pecco Bagnaia will have raced the same amount of MotoGP seasons as Casey Stoner.