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Lil fella burnin' up out here.

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Jk I’ll do it, but it’ll take some time cuz idk how exactly to write angst without crying also.

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Prompt idea: from @bluemadnessstuff

Warning: •smut •fluff

Summary: Miguel shows you how much he loves your body after pregnancy🩷

Miguel couldn’t look at you the same. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t do it.

You were currently walking around in an oversized shirt and some basket ball shorts of his. Your body had changed for sure. Stretch marks here and there. And no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t look at you the same.

Gorgeous. The first word he thought of when he laid eyes on you. Fucking beautiful.

The perfect women for him, bright smile and brighter eyes. He married you on the spot. (Well not really but you get the point).

You weren’t the same now, tired eyes and even more tired breathes.

Amazing. The first word that came to mind. Holding your baby close to your chest as you breastfed, cooing and humming. Your smile was kind and loving.

What a perfect mama.

And if he thought you were pretty before, well now, now.

It blows him away, the way the women’s body works. Like a goddess creating life. Caring for it with love and everything in between. You blew him away, the changes in your body. God.

You were so sexy. It turned him on how you cared for the child. How natural you seemed to be at it.

You didn’t think so.

You hated the way you looked, mistaking his glance of love for glances of disgust.

And you loved your baby, truly you did. But you were so tired. Not only was everything sore, but your hormones were acting up. Even after pregnancy you were sensitive, crying at the drop of a hat.

And no, it wasn’t the pretty crying. Your nose would run and your eyes would swell and you would gasp for breath.

The baby would be upset and so would you. Seemed liked the only calm person was your husband, which was saying a lot.

You felt ugly, unworthy of love.

Miguel started to notice this after a bit, the first few times you refused intimacy , refused to let him touch you.

Your eyes were sad when he asked, and after the fifth time you just broke down into tears.

You explained to him what you were feeling g, which broke his heart. Shattered it.

He wondered how his pretty little ma could feel so much shame about her body.

And Miguel, Miguel’s horrible at giving comfort. So he did it the only way he knew how.

When he has put the baby to sleep, and allowed you to freshen up he beckoned you over to the bed. He smiled sweetly, laying you down gently.

He started with massaging your legs, you always loved that.

He whispered about his day, he knew you’d love that. Nothing interesting. He allowed you to talk, also about nothing.

You smiled as you recounted your day, hands mindlessly messing with the sheets.

Slowly he starts to kiss on your leg, humming an acknowledgment when you say something. You’re so pretty, staring up at the ceiling. Your whole bodies relaxed now, a relief.

You only notice what your husbands trying to do when he reaches your stomach.

Cupping his face you smile sweetly, trying to deter him. It doesn’t though. He shakes his head, pulling your hand gently away from him and kissing both your palms. He chuckles at the light blush that’s dusts your cheeks afterwards.

He moves from your stomach to your breast, groaning at the feeling on them in his hand. He gently rolls your nipples, causing you to gasp.

His pretty baby.

He kisses under your neck, to your jaw, to your cheeks.

He emphasizes your eyes, your mouth, everything.

He slowly peeled off your shorts, biting his lip. It’s been so long and he missed the feel of you. He missed making love.

And since it’s been so long, how about he preps his girl?

His tongue glides against your pussy, fingers gently rubbing against the inside. His cock twitches at your small moans, so pretty against your lips. You pull and tug at his hair, causing him to groan.

When he’s made you cum twice he pulls away, kissing you and making you taste yourself.

You whine.

And when he finally sinks himself into you he whines.

He moves slowly but deep, kissing anything he can get his hands on. He cups your ass, groping it as he whispers into your ear.

He tells you how much he loves you. How sexy he sees you. He tells you how bothered you get him, walking around like you aren’t the most beautiful, attractive, caring and loving persons he’s ever met.

He gasp as he whispered, beautiful cunt clenching him so good.

He flips over so your on top, and tells you how much he needs you. His lovely wife taking care of him for so long, and now the gorgeous child you both had.

Telling you how perfect you are, how good you’re doing.

And you cum when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thick fingers circling your clit. He comes a moment after your, thrusting himself once, twice, three times to the sound of you moaning his name.

You both lay against each other. Satisfied.

And when you’re falling asleep to his heartbeat, he whispers a soft; “Love you ma, never forget.”

To the creator of the prompt I LOVVVVVEEEEE your fic ideas and all credit to you😘😘🩷

In case you just want the fic. Link for the prompt above🫶🏽🎀

Based of thisssssss

Fluff and smut below the cut😘

Miguel couldn’t look at you the same. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t do it.

You were currently walking around in an oversized shirt and some basket ball shorts of his. Your body had changed for sure. Stretch marks here and there. And no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t look at you the same.

Gorgeous. The first word he thought of when he laid eyes on you. Fucking beautiful.

The perfect women for him, bright smile and brighter eyes. He married you on the spot. (Well not really but you get the point).

You weren’t the same now, tired eyes and even more tired breathes.

Amazing. The first word that came to mind. Holding your baby close to your chest as you breastfed, cooing and humming. Your smile was kind and loving.

What a perfect mama.

And if he thought you were pretty before, well now, now.

It blows him away, the way the women’s body works. Like a goddess creating life. Caring for it with love and everything in between. You blew him away, the changes in your body. God.

You were so sexy. It turned him on how you cared for the child. How natural you seemed to be at it.

You didn’t think so.

You hated the way you looked, mistaking his glance of love for glances of disgust.

And you loved your baby, truly you did. But you were so tired. Not only was everything sore, but your hormones were acting up. Even after pregnancy you were sensitive, crying at the drop of a hat.

And no, it wasn’t the pretty crying. Your nose would run and your eyes would swell and you would gasp for breath.

The baby would be upset and so would you. Seemed liked the only calm person was your husband, which was saying a lot.

You felt ugly, unworthy of love.

Miguel started to notice this after a bit, the first few times you refused intimacy , refused to let him touch you.

Your eyes were sad when he asked, and after the fifth time you just broke down into tears.

You explained to him what you were feeling g, which broke his heart. Shattered it.

He wondered how his pretty little ma could feel so much shame about her body.

And Miguel, Miguel’s horrible at giving comfort. So he did it the only way he knew how.

When he has put the baby to sleep, and allowed you to freshen up he beckoned you over to the bed. He smiled sweetly, laying you down gently. 

He started with massaging your legs, you always loved that.

He whispered about his day, he knew you’d love that. Nothing interesting. He allowed you to talk, also about nothing.

You smiled as you recounted your day, hands mindlessly messing with the sheets.

Slowly he starts to kiss on your leg, humming an acknowledgment when you say something. You’re so pretty, staring up at the ceiling. Your whole bodies relaxed now, a relief.

You only notice what your husbands trying to do when he reaches your stomach.

Cupping his face you smile sweetly, trying to deter him. It doesn’t though. He shakes his head, pulling your hand gently away from him and kissing both your palms. He chuckles at the light blush that’s dusts your cheeks afterwards.

He moves from your stomach to your breast, groaning at the feeling on them in his hand. He gently rolls your nipples, causing you to gasp. 

His pretty baby.

He kisses under your neck, to your jaw, to your cheeks.

He emphasizes your eyes, your mouth, everything .

He slowly peeled off your shorts, biting his lip. It’s been so long and he missed the feel of you. He missed making love.

And since it’s been so long, how about he preps his girl?

His tongue glides against your pussy, fingers gently rubbing against the inside. His cock twitches at your small moans, so pretty against your lips. You pull and tug at his hair, causing him to groan.

When he’s made you cum twice he pulls away, kissing you and making you taste yourself.

You whine.

And when he finally sinks himself in you he whines.

He moves slowly but deep, kissing anything he can get his hands on. He cups your ass, groping it as he whispers into your ear.

He tells you how much he loves you. How sexy he sees you. He tells you how bothered you get him, walking around like you aren’t the most beautiful, attractive, caring and loving persons he’s ever met.

He gasp as he whispered, beautiful cunt clenching him so good.

He flips over so your on top, and tells you how much he needs you. His lovely wife taking care of him for so long, and now the gorgeous child you both had.

Telling you how perfect you are, how good you’re doing.

And you cum when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thick fingers circling your clit. He comes a moment after your, thrusting himself once, twice, three times to the sound of you moaning his name.

You both lay against each other. Satisfied.

And when you’re falling asleep to his heartbeat, he whispers a soft; “Love you ma, never forget.”

Miguel fic idea ( Fluff and kinda smutty):

This is specifically fem reader :v

Reader who after giving birth to their son, feels insecure about their mom-bod and think Miguel doesn't like it as much. Meanwhile Miguel is going absolutely feral over it and might as well give their child a sibling ;3

Or siblings

KENDRICK!!!! DROP ANOTHER DISS TRACK, AND MY LIFE… IS YOURS😞✊🏾✊🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

(Another how to train your dragon ANYTHING)

(Animation like that of treasure planet, Atlantis, and that one Moses animated film)

(Miguel Ohara)

(Spiderverse)

i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing

Warnings: •fluff (towards the end) •smut •breeding kink •penetration •illusion to multiple rounds

Summary: Miguel finds out you’re pregnant (find out🙄 he got you pregnant!)

Your husband stared you from across the room, licking his lips in deep thought.

You looked so sexy, in that sinful dress that hugged your body in just the right ways, your hair and makeup done just the way you liked it. Just the way he liked it.

And to top it all off, you were holding a baby.

You coo at the child in your arms, smiling down at it as it babbles some nonsense back at you. He knows you’d be a good mother. You’re already a good wife. He can imagine it now.

Your belly swollen and plump, waddling around the house. Fucking perfect.

Your breast full and achy. He knew just how to make them feel better.

It took to long for the party to end. To long for you to say goodbye to friends and family. To long to get out of that house and into the car.

He listen to you talk and gush about everything and anything, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with so much force. He wanted to stop the car right now and just fuck you in the backseat. Stuff you to the brim.

But that was no way to treat the future mother of his children.

The car was tense when you pulled into the driveway, and if you hadn’t seen the large bulge in your husbands pants you would’ve thought he was pissed.

You saunter into the house, him close behind, watching as he strips everything off. His breath is labored and he feels all sweaty. You’re still in that dress, the one that makes his dick swell up and heart beat faster.

He groans as he pulls you closer, slotting his lips against yours.

You kiss back, just as starved as he is. He situates his hips in between yours, moaning into your mouth when his cock rubs against your clothes sex. Next he leaves open mouth kisses on your jaw, down your neck. He cups your breast through the dress, feeling how hard your nipples are from rubbing against the fabric. Fuck.

“If you don’t take this shit off right now I’m gonna tear it to pieces.” He growls lowly, watching you give him a mischievous smile.

You slowly peel the dress off your body, his eyes watching you in appreciation.

He was so sexy when he got like this.

His dick throbs at the sight of you, so perfect and hot in every way. He palms himself for a moment before he strips down all the way. Your eyes widen, gazing at his cock. You’ve seen it many times before, but you could never get tired of looking.

He’s on you instantly again, hands groping whatever skin he could reach (all of it).

Carrying you to the bedroom, and throwing you on the bed.

His eyes are cloudy with lust. Dick swollen and balls full of cum.

He takes little time to prep you, so desperate to just be inside. He sighs as his cock slips in, biting back a moan when you tug at his hair. He thrust hard, eyes rolling back.

“S’to good” he mutters, burying his face into your neck. Miguel’s panting like an animal in heat, hips moving back and forth wildly.

Your eyes roll back into your head, in disbelief because what the fuck? He has you in a mating press, trying to bully his cock into the deepest parts of you. The tip hits you so perfectly, you can’t help but let out pleasured gasp.

The sound and smell of sex turns him on, the air humid from the exertion.

He’s so close. So. Fucking. Close.

His fingers sip down to your pussy, rubbing in circles on your clit.

He needs to feel you cum.

You whine, his fingers are so thick, and the added pleasure of his dick is making you see stars. You chant his name over and over again as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

He whines to, telling you how sexy you’d look full with his seed. How perfect you and only you are to carry his child. His legacy.

He grips your hips, slamming himself repeatedly into you over and over, head thrown back when your orgasm comes crashing down. His hips stutter once, twice, three times before he’s spilling his load into you. He actually whimpers, squeezing your ass as your cunt squeezes his cock.

He pants into your mouth when you both come down from your highs, still hard cock nestle into your pussy.

“Not done mamas, not by a fucking long shot.”

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Your husband smiles fondly as you sit on the couch. Fuzzy socks on your feet and blanket laying comfortably on top of you.

Your belly bump is getting bigger and bigger by the day.

He’s such a good husband. Readily available and performing whatever task you need him to do.

Can’t cook tonight? Done. Too tired to take a bath? He’ll help bathe you. Just feeling lazy? He’s taking a day off work.

He was so attentive and you were so grateful, taking anything you could get.

And when your baby girl came?

You’d never seem Miguel get more emotional since the day he found out you were pregnant. (And the day you got married). He cops at her, smiling lovingly as she stares up at him with wide eyes.

Life couldn’t be more perfect.

Yippee🥳🎀

There’s two of them😨😨

Warnings: •none to be concerned about •fluff •also angst (it’s literally a small but promise😋)

Summary; Miguel Ohara thinks he might be in love

Miguel Ohara hasn’t felt anything in a long while.

Not since the death of his beloved daughter, not since the downfall of the one universe he could be happy in.

His heart was empty, going along with the motions of life. Being responsible for an entire multiverse and spider society was exhausting, but at least it was a small distraction.

He’d overwork himself to the bone, just to get rid of that horrible achy feeling in his chest. Still it was never enough. His mind couldn’t help but draw him back to that awful memory.

And the memories before it. Of his precious daughters laugh, her bright smile as he carried her on his shoulders.

Those little moments, where they would get ice cream or play at the park.

He’d cry himself to sleep those first few nights. The pain of her loss hurt him, and her memory made it even worse. Eventually he stopped feeling anything, only cringing slightly when he saw even a glimpse of his past. Yea, it hurt, but life goes on, right?

He had a whole operation to run, people to take care of and save. He’s never make that same mistake again.

He’d never let anyone get to close.

Until you.

You with your bright smiles and far to overjoyed personality.

With your chipper good mornings and your even more obnoxious goodbyes. He couldn’t get you out of his head.

You’d smile at him anytime he was near, and he couldn’t understand why. He made no move to acknowledge you, not even an attempt to get to know you.

And yet he knew everything.

He knew you preferred tea over coffee.

He knew you hated working on an empty stomach.

And he knew you just loved to talk. He swears his ear would have fallen off, your constant and endless rambling about literally nothing and everything all at once.

You’d skip into his office unannounced, and just start yapping.

At first he hated it.

Why would you bother him, of all people?? Did you not know he was the fearless leader of the spider society??? Protecter of the arachno humanoid poly multiverse????!!!!

But then he got used to it. Enjoyed it over time actually. (He would never admit that).

He’d come to look forward to your little “discussions”. Random topics anywhere between how many more spider people were really out there to why his face was on the burger in the cafeteria.

These moments, they reminded him of a happier time.

He chased that feeling, and he chased you, figuratively, until he realized; holy shot I have a crush!

Well, Peter not so discreetly pointed it out.

And Miguel couldn’t get the stupid idea out his head. He started noticing the small things he did for you, the special treatment he gave you and only you.

He tried to limit his contact with you, until you came to him puppy eyed and sad, asking what you did wrong.

Hw tried putting himself on more missions, but that just drew you closer, fusing at him about being careful and not putting to much pressure on him.

After another short while he realized he was falling in love. (This one he figured out all by himself aren’t you proud🥹?) and he hates but likes it all at the same time?? You were good for him, he knew. But he refused to. Refused to get near you only for you to be taken away from him.

He knew you were stubborn. Knew you’d try to help him, get him to break down bak walls

Eventually he did, little by little. And fuck himself if he didn’t love it.

*I know I know😞 preg reader x Miguel is coming, I just had to write this down before I forgot. You’ll get your smut and fluff loves don’t worry🫶🏽🎀

Said I would write for Miguel Ohara but idk what to write. I have a few tropes in mind but which ones do you guys want more. Last poll it was a tie between fluff and smut, so whatever I write will have both included. (Plus I need to find some more motivation lol😋):

This art is so scrumptious idk what to do LOOK AT THEMMMM

I haven't posted this one yet.... Anyway: Thank you for 2000 people enjoying my SatoSho brainrot! You guys rock!

Best friend 1: If I fucked you right now what would you do?

Best friend 2: Moan???

“And I don’t think anybody should feel bad if they get diagnosed with a mental illness, ’cause it’s just information about you that helps you to know how to take better care of yourself.

“Being bipolar, there’s nothing wrong with it. Being bipolar is like not knowing how to swim. It might be embarrassing to tell people, and it might be hard to take you certain places. But they have arm floaties. And if you just take your arm floaties, you can go wherever the hell you want.

“And I know some of you are like, ‘But Taylor, what if people judge me for taking arm floaties?’ Well, those people don’t care if you live or die, so maybe who cares? Maybe fuck those people a little. I don’t know.”

Taylor Tomlinson, Look At You (2022)

I know I said I’ll write, the pill was 50/50 on smut and fluff. I’m so tired and don’t feel like it right now tho:(

I’m graduation in a couple of days, so when I get that situated I’ll start up again

Thank you🫶🏽

Warnings: none (angst if you squint??)

Summary: confrontation

Pt 1 here

“Can I talk to you?”

You hadn’t expected him to want to talk. He was so distant with you, so standoffish.

You nod your head mutely, tilting your head.

Miguel ask you to follow him, guiding you to his office. You walk in silence, then wait as he paces. Finally he ask you to sit down.

“Is there something wrong?”

Miguel stares at you for a long while, his brows furrowed like he’s trying to think of something to say. You sit there fidgeting, going through all the possibilities of what you could’ve done wrong.

He finally sighs, pulling up a chair from nowhere and sitting across from you.

“Tell me about him.”

Those eyes, god those eyes.

“Tell me what he was like.”

They tell stories and secrets and dreams and nightmares.

They say so many things, but he speaks so few.

You cock your head in confusion, opening you mouth to voice it.

“Tell me what he was to you.”

You stare at him, your brows furrowing more before they raise in understanding. You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again.

He waits patiently, scooting closer to you.

His presence makes you feel faint. The way he looks at you makes you want to cry. You miss him so much, and you know nothing about him.

“We were supposed to get married two years ago.” You finally say.

“The accident happened two weeks before the wedding. He was so excited. I was so excited!”

You smile sadly.

“His parents and mine had planned everything! They told us to just enjoy each other. And god I loved him. Loved him so much…”

Tears beginning to well in your eyes. You wipe them away quickly, for some reason embarrassed to let this man in-front of you see you cry. But he looked at you so kindly, different from his normal look.

You missed him.

“What happened?”

“What happens to everyone of us I guess….”

You both stay quite. You sneak glances at him, watching as his eyes shift with emotions.

He looks so calm when he’s not stressed, or in a mood. His lips formed into a pout, is eye brows raised.

You blush as he turns to look at you.

“Is that why you avoid me? Because I remind you of him?”

You bite your lip.

“I can’t risk falling in love with you, its like a betrayal to him. Your so much like him, in every way.”

“It’ll hurt me to much. It’ll hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Miguel stays quite, watching you with perceptive eyes. He clasps his hands together, sticking his lips out in thought.

You study him. He looks so goddamn pretty. Unrealistically pretty. Unfairly pretty. You huff.

“I wanna love you.” He says suddenly. He looks at you, waiting for a reaction. An answer. He looks so lost and hopeful it almost breaks your heart.

“You can’t-”

“I can. I do.”

You sighed. “Miguel-”

“Please? I wanna love you, and not just from afar.

And I want you to love me, like I know you do. Please mi amor.”

“Miguel…”

“Please love. I won’t hurt you, can’t hurt you lovely… please…”

“Miguel…”

“Y/N please…”

“Miguel.”

He stops at this, his breath halting.

“I know.”

His fist clench, but not in anger.

“Just give me time, all I need is time…” you whisper, looking downwards. He pauses, nods, then scoots closer to you. Sitting in silence. “I can do time.”

You both sit there for a few more moments, then part ways. He hugs you, surprisingly, then kisses the top of your forehead and leaves.

Just a little more time.

Me writing about any fixation I have at the moment:🥰🫶🏽💕😍😘😜

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