La Mocosa Miguel OHara X SpiderThorn (oc)

La Mocosa — Miguel O’Hara x SpiderThorn (oc)

Comic Height Miguel (5’10)

Mostly SFW//Mature Language

Google translate Spanish <3

Miguel tries to scold a mentally unwell woman who’s taller than him.

Requested by @unique-high

SpiderThorn has been called into 2099’s office for her many “shenanigans” around the complex. Pranking spiders, breaking rules, playing around during missions— her constant use of ‘Fuck’ ‘Shit’ and other types of foul language. She had been recruited for her obvious power as a spider-woman. Not to mention, her venom. That definitely caught Miguel’s eye, of course she wasn’t the only spider-woman who caught his eye, but she was definitely.. the loudest. Miguel tapped at the screens blaring brightly in the dim-lit room he called his office. Standing on the tall platform, he saw the doors being opened in the corner of his eye, the light from the complex slipping in before suddenly being slammed shut. ‘Of course.’ He thought, ‘Break my fucking doors why don’t you?’. He groaned, shaking his head before placing his left hand on his waist. The definition of sass.

He looked down to the woman entering, listening close as she started to speak. Her voice was more elegant than she was as a whole, yet deep. She definitely had an accent, he knew she was mixed. He believed people called it ‘blasian’ or something stupid like that. “Heyyy, uh, so ya needed me Miguel?”, She spoke loud, her voice echoing in the large area. She stood tall, those damn boots.. he questioned how she could fight in them, considering how tall those platforms and the fucking heels! They were at least six inches. “Miguel?” He jolted, realizing he zoned out. He grunted in response, clenching his jaw before turning. “Thorn,” He paused, thinking for a moment “I believe you know why I called you here, la mocosa?”. The eye’s of her mask imitated a confused expression, before she placed her own hands on her hips.

“No, not really. So, can you tell me? If that’s not too much of a fuckin’ as—“ He interrupted, letting a low growl out as he spoke, “Language, this is one of the reasons, you need to watch your mouth!”. This startled her, Her eyes widening as if offended, “Well excuse me, figured I had a right to speak how I fuckin’ wish Miguel.” She brought her arms up and folded them, growling right back. This only annoyed Miguel, as he suddenly jumped and swung down, landing in front of her.. his hulking figure moving towards her, making her jump a little. “¡Cierra el pico!” He now stood tall infront of her, furrowing his thick brows and scowling at her, “This isn’t about your damn freedom of speech, it’s your attitude! You need to learn to take this seriously!”. He poked at her shoulder, his eyes glistening red for just a moment.. Thorn stared, before the eyes of her mask narrowed into a glare. She was slouched, but now she stood up straight.. towering over the man.

He stood, a little shocked but not deterred, even when she hissed out her response. “How about you hop off my dick, dude.” That’s all she said before she pushed him, it was a surprisingly hard shove, enough to send him onto his ass. His eyes widened in anger and shock, now turning his head up to Thorn— “OCTAVIA.” He spoke out her name in a pissed tone, getting up with his claws out, “You WILL obey me, ¡la mocosa!”. She still stood, unmoving, “Like hell I will, limp dick, by the way what the fuck does ‘la mocosa’ or whatever mean. The fuck you calling me?!” She snapped, flexing her hands at him in an aggressive manner, showing her large sharp claws in those damn gloves of her suit.

He stared, flabbergasted that this woman was so brave to threaten him. He was in complete shock, how dare she?! He growled back, walking close to her again.. “It means brat you INSOLENT—“ He stopped, and took a deep breath through his nose and clenched his jaw. “You are such a pain.” He said, his tone filled with his pent up frustration. She only laughed, relaxing as she watched his reaction “Man, you really are a fucking dick. Calm the fuck down, dude.” Her mask imitated a smile using the eyes, her now leaning in close to his face. “Getting worked up over a few pranks, huh. Pussy, can’t people take a fucking joke?” Her pranks were more or less childish, pretending to almost fall to her death but catching herself at the last second though was not. She suddenly hunched over him, pushing him into the nearby wall and caging him in with her own large figure.

“You’re adorable, Miguel. Really, I mean it.” She whispered, giggling all the while he had an expression of confusion, anger, slight embarrassment, and her scent was starting to drive his mind crazy. She smelled spicy almost, yet very alluring at the same time. He could smell her musk from moving all day, it was almost lustrous— it filled his nostrils and made his mind blank a bit. Miguel sputtered, whispering back “Wh- What?”. This just made her laugh harder, before pulling her mask off, all her fluffy locs frizzing out and cascading down her back.. She tugged the front of her turtleneck down, revealing the rest of her face and her thin lips. “I said you’re adorable, damn.. is old age gettin’ t’ ya? Already? Damn.” She teased, before bringing her face closer until her lips were inches apart from his. Miguel’s heart was skipping and racing all at once, his brain trying to process all that was happening. Should he be violent, should he kiss her— wait why would he KISS this bitch?! He wasn’t entirely sure, but fuck that smell was making him feel intoxicated.

“Miguuueeelll.. You good? You’re zoned out..” she cackled, her right hand moving onto the man’s waist— making him flinch and react with his hands on her shoulders pushing her back. “Out.” He shuddered, speaking sternly. She made a face, raising an eyebrow “huh?—“ “OUT. NOW.” Miguel shouted, his fangs showing. She was confused, but shrugged, “uhh..’kay.. bye?” And then she left, completely confused about how he reacted. Miguel watched as she left, and when she was completely gone and he made sure of it.. he sighed, grunting “Lyla—“ she appeared beside him, with a big smirk “…cancel my meetings for today.. tell them I fucking died.” Lyla laughed, and nodded, giving two thumbs up and finger-guns, “Gotcha Miguel, I gotcha!”. Miguel sighed, facepalming and dragging his hand down his face.. Before going to his desk chair and.. staring in dismay at the growing boner he now had to attend to.

“…Dios mio..”

Translations

¡Cierra el pico! - Shut your mouth!

Dios mio - My god

[7:02pm] | Namjoon x blk fem reader.

“Namjoon made falling In love easy.” You thought as you watched your boyfriend carefully pick up a crab. He runs over to you smiling, just to show you how cute this little crab was.

There's an innocence to the things he says and does, but he also reminds you that he's a flawed human too and you like that.

Namjoon never tried to be a perfect boyfriend, but he did. He showed you a love that felt like all the love songs you would listen to back in middle school before you even fully grasped the concept of what it means to love someone romantically.

All the love songs you listen to now contain fragments of him. You always thought if you two ever broke up, you could never listen to those songs the same way again or even listen to them at all after him.

You watched Namjoon run down the beach with his arms out as he yelled, scaring the seagulls. The birds squawking pierced the evening sky as they took off flying. You sink your toes in the warm, gritty brown sand.

You think back to the promise you made your mama before you left home for Uni. “I promise I'll only focus on my studies and nothing else.”

But months later, on a rainy Sunday morning, you sent your mama a text saying: “Forgive me, mama. But there's this guy and I really like him a lot.”

A smile grew across your face hearing Namjoon call your name as he ran up to you. He found some pretty seashells he wanted to show you.

He grabbed your hand, laughing pulling you along with him. There's magic in his laughter that makes you believe in love again.

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Hi! Can I send a fluff request a scenario of San & black fem reader where he comes to the reader’s apartment for a sleepover for the first time? She’s really excited but very nervous at the same that he’s coming over to spend the night. They’re just started being in a official relationship not too long ago. Just very cute fluffy fluff stuff going on and he’s super in love with her. I hope you’ll like the idea! -🧜🏽‍♀️

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ᰔᩚ ݁ Satoru Gojo x black reader 

ᰔᩚ ݁ Synopsis: You put sunglasses on Satoru

ᰔᩚ ݁ Warnings: Established relationship, a tiny itsy bitsy hint of angst, no pronouns used, can be read by all, Satoru is in love and he’s sensitive

Satoru has an extensive collection of sunglasses. Some matched outfits and others were just for show. One thing Satoru loved about you was your ability to know what sunglasses he was feeling like wearing. It was like a superpower. He never understood it. How you could study him to the point where you knew how he worked. Of course he loved studying you as well, but that was different. Studying you was like memorizing his favorite book. 

There was no line he had missed when it came to you, comprehension wise he struggled. He knew you, but he couldn’t understand why you loved him so much. Why did you choose to wake up to him every morning? He didn’t know he could be loved in such a way that when it came down to it, the hard choices, you’d choose him. Even now as he watches you pick out a pair of glasses for him, guessing that you’d choose the ones he was feeling for the day, he feels as if he’s taken you from someone more deserving.  

You walk over to him with a smile. Cerulean eyes follow your every move, looking at you as if you’re the last thing they’ll ever see. When you press the frames to his face and fixate them on the bridge of his nose, he notices your look of concentration. You’re making sure they fit the way he likes them. 

When you’re satisfied you take a step back to admire Satoru. Your glossed lips press a small kiss to his nose and then lips. You giggle as you wipe the clear gloss off his face.

Satoru has an extensive collection of sunglasses. He’s grateful for them because they preserve his energy, but they also hide the tear that slips down his cheek, gathering at the brim of the sunglasses. You always knew which ones he wanted to wear.

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[2:37 am] Namjoon x blk fem reader

I wanna eat pancakes for dinner. I wanna get stuck in your head.

Namjoon taps his pen on the pages of his notebook while he watched you moved about your tiny kitchen making pancakes. He did a doodle of you in the corner of the pages flipping a pancake and the pancake landing on your face. He wanted pancakes for dinner with you tonight. You were the best at making them since you worked at a pancake cafe downtown.

Lately, for Namjoon, things started to change when he looked at you. He thought of you a lot these days, more in ways than a friend shouldn't. Even wrote songs and poems about you that he would never share.

He wonders if he ever got stuck in your head the way you were stuck in his. He would compare you to a million things, but his favorite one being: “She's like lilacs blooming in the spring.”

Namjoon found lilacs comforting with their pretty smell, and you were no different from the lilacs. Whenever he needed comfort, he would run to you. He liked how his body would curve into yours when he finally hugged you and cried until his soul was empty, and he liked how your voice was soft and felt like summer.

You and Namjoon ate pancakes at the dining table. Namjoon had maple syrup dripping from his lips. You reached across the table with a napkin cleaning his mouth. “You've always been a messy eater.” You smiled at him.

Namjoon chokes on a piece of pancake only because he was taken aback by your smile. When did her smile become so pretty? He thought.

Namjoon wanted to say something, but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and crossing lines he shouldn't.

But you were his friend and what could it hurt by telling you: “Y/n, your smile, It's really pretty like you.” Namjoon cringed at how corny it might have sounded. He stuffed pieces of pancakes into his mouth to avoid saying anything else.

You liked it, though. How he thought you were pretty. He noticed how you tried to hide your new smile by putting your head down a bit so he wouldn't see. He thinks it's cute.

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