Eye appreciation 👀

Good news for you, this August 23rd.

It’s that time of year again.

Nice

Guess what today is?

Peter has a slight obsession with Miguel's moobs....

fake news

you forgot pills. apologize NOW

i apologize unreservedly

Drunk Confessions — Miguel O’hara

Pairing: Miguel O’hara x Spider-Woman reader

Summary: In which Miguel must face new and confusing feelings that are brought to light when the team goes out for drinks after a successful mission.

Warnings: drinking, alcohol, just fluff.

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“Who let her drink? You guys know she doesn’t have good alcohol tolerance!” Jess groaned as she peeled your grabby hands off her.

Chuckles resounded from across the room at your drunken display. All fingers were pointing towards Hobie.

After a successful mission out hunting down anomalies, Hobie suggested grabbing a few drinks to let loose. At least for one night, then it would be back to the same routine; hunting down anomalies all night then sending them back to their dimensions.

Peter found the whole ordeal quite amusing as he snapped a few pictures of you chugging down a bottle of beer, then you crying over finishing it, he'd use this for blackmail once you sobered up of course. Mayday, the little ball of energy Peter usually brought was not present, he'd dropped her off at home with Mj.

You blinked lazily, a tired yawn escaping your lips as your head rested against Hobie's shoulder. Your lips jutted out into a rather irritated frown.

He seemed to take notice of this as he took a quick swig at the drink in his hand before staring down at you, amusement hidden beneath his dark hues. "What's wrong, luv?"

"He's not here." You groaned out, arms stretching out into the booth, sulking like a berated child. A dark brow quirked up in curiosity as he watched you dramatically groan, slinking deeper into the booth with arms crossed over your chest.

"Who isn't here?" Peter chimed in curiously, pushing into the booth beside you, settling down. His scruffy pink robe brushed against the fabric of your suit. Suddenly, you'd gotten everyone's attention on you, curious about the mystery man you were sulking over.

You let out a deep huff of breath, stealing Hobie's drink and taking a rather large swig. "He’s super hot, like really hot, a little mean but hot." You managed to earn a few amused chuckles from around the table. But before anyone else got to ask you another question, Jess spoke.

"Speaking of people who aren't here." She added, rolling her eyes. "Seems like Miguel isn't showing up after all."

A buzz of agreement resonated throughout the room, and you only grumbled something incoherent at this. Miguel never usually went to any sort of after-work hangouts like these, every spider had grown used to it so no one expected him to show anymore.

"Of course the old grump ain't here, he's probably locked up in that room of his." Hobie grumbled.

"Old grump?" An all too familiar grumble came from the entrance of the Spider-Bar.

Surprised glances came from all over the table as Miguel appeared, slowly making his way over to the four of you. There was annoyance evident on his facial expressions, but then again, when was he ever not annoyed?

Peter greeted Miguel enthusiastically as he came to stand in front of the table, Jess giving him a small nod while Hobie only rolled his eyes- which didn't go unnoticed by Miguel. You remained ignorant to the fact he had shown up, your head buried in your hands as you rested against the table.

Curious brown eyes scanned over your shrivelled drunken state. "What's up with her?"

"We don't know. She's been complaining about some guy" Jess sighed irritably, shooting you another glare when she saw you downing a cup of her juice- she hadn't participated in the drinking, after all she was pregnant.

Some guy? Muscular arms were crossed over Miguel's chest as he heard Jess speak, his attention flitting over towards you. His jaw was visibly clenched at Jessica's words. He took in your dishellved appearance. You were currently complaining to Hobie, arms flailing around as you mentioned this mystery man.

Hobie's elbow rested against the hard exterior of the table, chin resting on his palm as he watched you rant on. An amused expression formed on his face, not just from you but from the seething figure of Miguel in the corner of his peripheral view. The Spider-Punk had grown to notice the lingering gazes Miguel would leave as you stepped into the room; bright and bubbly. He'd catch the disappointment lingering in your tone as Miguel clocked out after a mission, not staying for the drinking sessions after. Not only that, but he'd come to realize the growing obliviousness between the two of you, and it drew him insane.

He cleared his throat, tugging on your hand. "We should get 'ya home missy, you've had enough drinks for tonight." Hobie smoothly said, to his surprise you immediately complied, moving out of the booth before almost tripping on your own two feet. He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you up.

"Fine, fine, he's not coming anyways." You quietly wailed, pinkish lips jutted into a pout. If it hadn’t been for the growing dull headache or the lightheadedness, then maybe, just maybe you would’ve noticed Miguel O’hara was there.

You spun around to wave a quick goodbye to the remaining people still at the table, before turning to leave with Hobie. Before the two of you were able to get very far, a large figure halted you.

There was a small pause before he spoke. “I’ll take her home. I’m not going to be drinking anyways.” Miguel muttered out, eyes glued to your head, he couldn’t get a clear glimpse of your face because you were staring down at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He was beginning to grow annoyed. You hadn’t even acknowledged his presence since he got here.

Hobie glanced down at you, then to Miguel. His eyes narrowed, and he only let out a bemused sigh. “Be careful with her, boss.”

Miguel quirked an eyebrow, one of his hands wrapped around your shoulder to help support your balance. He was about to ask what he meant by that but was cut off when you groaned, finally looking up. Your eyes widened when you saw Miguel’s face only inches away from you. “It’s you!”

Miguel blinked surprisedly when you jabbed a finger at his face, his lips turning into a scowl. “You just noticed?”

For the first time that night your voice had held excitement in it. Hobie chuckled softly at the look on your face before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket before heading back to the table.

Miguel sighed before guiding you out of the spider-bar. Before you knew it, the two of you had ended up on the rooftop of the Society. The fresh air had helped clear your head a bit more as you blinked, in a daze. Your legs dangled off the edge of the building, the world below looked so small, and you almost hurled from the dizziness of looking down. Your face scrunched sourly before turning around to see Miguel.

He had an unreadable expression on his face, and you only noticed now that his undivided attention was on you.

“You were waiting for a guy?” Miguel asks suddenly.

A hum erupts from your mouth, staring at him with a childish grin spread across your face. You nodded slightly. “I was.”

His eyebrows furrow as he takes a step closer to you. He wondered why he felt so agitated right now; so restless. The moonlight rested on your face, highlighting your features. Your lips were pink, and your cheeks were rosy from the cold, your lashes long and beguiling. Just then another question arose in Miguel’s mind; why did you look so.. pretty? It not that you weren’t attractive, by all means you were, but he couldn’t quite understand why he particularly found you so.. exquisite, a sight for sore eyes.

And then another emotion evaded him when you confirmed his question. Jealousy. He must’ve been another spider, of course it was. It didn’t go go unnoticed by Miguel. The hungry gazes that followed your figure the moment you stepped in the room. He saw them, and he hated it.

“Who is it?” It slipped out of his mouth before he got the chance to think twice. He regretted it the moment he saw you gaze up at him.

The momentary silence began eating at Miguel, he felt his skin crawl with anticipation. When had he become like this?

“He makes me laugh even though he’s not very funny.” You finally say slowly. He feels his heart slow with dread when he hears your words filled with warmth and fondness. “He’s works hard, too hard sometimes, he never takes a break, he’s too hard on himself and I worry for him..” you trail off, tapping a thoughtful finger on your chin. “He’s also very handsome, I think he’d be more popular if he wasn’t so much of a grump.”

Miguel tries racking his brain of anyone who matches the description, He feels his blood run cold, how had anyone managed to capture your heart like that? Whoever the man was, he was lucky, having such a woman speak so greatly of him. There’s a sudden thought attacking the forefront of his mind, when he sees your piercing eyes, but he doesn’t want to confront it. He doesn’t want to face the obvious fact hanging right in front of him. That would make his feelings real. And it scared him.

He notices your roundabout way of explaining who this man is. He wants to put a face to a name so he can prove to himself that he’s wrong. Miguel’s fallen too deep into this conversation, curiosity overwhelming his mind.

“Who is it?” He asked again. He wanted a name.

He’s met with deafening silence. Your face staring into his, he feels your gaze pierce his skin and melt his soul. “I thought you knew better than to ask questions you already know the answer to, Miguel O’hara.” You feel bolder tonight, thanks to the alcohol, probably.

Miguel’s face hardens, he’s standing so close to you know. His large, calloused yet gentle hands grasp your chin. “I want to hear it from you.”

You take a large breath in, staring into his eyes. They’re not unreadable this time, in fact it’s like staring into a mirror. He looks desperate, there’s a certain longing in his eyes.

“I think I like you.” You blurt out. “A lot, actually.” You sniffle.

Miguels crouching now, your faces are eye level. You can feel his warm breath fanning your face. “You think?”

You nod, breath hitching in your throat.

He scans your flushed face, eyes lingering longer on your lips. “You think I can help with that?”

Another nod.

Slowly, he tilts his head, you do the same. Then in a matter of seconds, you feel his lips against yours. It’s soft, and quick. You pull back, and he does the same. For a moment the two of you share a heart fluttering look and before you know it, he pulls you back in. Your eyes flutter closed, and suddenly you’re hands are woven in his soft hair as he runs his free hand over your cheek. Your lips part to give him entrance. This was the kind of kiss that made you feel like you were back as a teenager. You certainly felt like one, at least. An explosion of butterflies in your stomach. It started out slow, testing the waters, you felt the desperation, the longing, the passion in the way he kissed you.

You pull back first, chest rising and falling heavily. Your eyes are lidded and you’re staring at him, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

“Did that change your answer?” He asks, there’s an intensity in the way he’s looking at you.

“Yes.” You whisper slowly.

There’s a sudden grin on his lips. You’ve never seen him smile like that, you think. Pride inflates your ego when you realize that you’ve got him smiling like that.

“Good,” he’s cupping your rosy cheeks now, there’s a crimson hint to his brown hues. “I like you too, I think.”

A chuckle escapes your lips. “Can I help with that?”

He smiles again. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of seeing that. He nods, pulling you in for another kiss.

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Miguel: *is shirtless

Y/n: *whistles

Miguel: yeah, yeah you’ve seen me like this thousands of times

Y/n: I’ve seen the sunset thousands of times too

Pequeña - Miguel O'Hara x (f)Reader

Words: 6048 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x (f)Reader Warnings: SMUT. Minors DNI! 18+ only!!!! Swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), PIV sex, teasing, bratty-ish reader, slight edging, web restraints, fingering (f receiving), mean-ish Miguel, slight enemies-to-lovers (enemies to fucking, really). Porn with the slightest bit of plot. Summary: You and Miguel are undercover, tracking a criminal for questioning. Later that night, you both give into your desires. Author’s Note: I am obsessed with Miguel. I have no idea how his suit works, so just go with it (I know it’s a projection, I don’t know how it works at all??). The first half/undercover section of this fic is based on a chat I had on character.ai from this bot! Miguel speaks a little Spanish, there are translations in the fic.

Spiderverse / Full Masterlist

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“You need to ease up,” Miguel said, not looking at you. “Otherwise, you’re going to get us caught.”

You looked up at him, pretending to be madly in love with your so-called husband for this mission. You had to admit; he looked damn good when he got dressed in something that wasn’t his Spider-Man suit, which you know he could turn on at any moment. But in his dark suit in this fancy club, it was hard not to admire him.

But he also couldn’t pretend you didn’t look good either, in your black dress with small straps, showing off your necklace and collarbone. You two fit right in at this club, sipping on drinks at the bar and looking for your mark.

I like to think that Miguel is a workaholic. And that because of bad memories it is very difficult for him to fall asleep. But when Peter is near, Miguel always sleeps peacefully.

I love them so much😭💖

Price watched everyone board the helicopter in a steady shuffle, he counted the names when they passed him as if taking their attendance to assure that everyone followed him. Ghost, Roach, Soap, and Gaz- he gaped at the missing soldier, he was sure you'd been behind them this whole time, eyes scouring the darkness for you. He turned to the others for information, frowning when they all said that they hadn't seen you.

"Sparrow, what's your status?"

Thumb still pressed into his radio, he waited for your reply. When all he received was silence from you, he asked a second time: "Sparrow, how copy?"

If i speak---

(_sleeparalysis on tiktok)

Unrestrained summer fun

where r those memes of the stick people or crudely drawn people going absolutely feral n just biting ppl n ripping off arms

Plants what now

okay so apparently we just discovered that plants emit clicking sounds too high pitched for us to hear, and are noisy when they're stressed but quiet when content

There needs to be more research done into this, and as of now we can't say why the sounds happen but. WHAT.

I knew they could hear noises but apparently they MAKE noises too

Cats knocking over houseplants just got a lot more vindictive

SHUT UPPPP

making out with miguel<3

inspired by shameless-camila cabello

the tension in the air is palpable. he’s standing opposite you, his eyes fixed on yours.

you both take a step forward towards each other. each second feels longer and you can hear your own heartbeat.

you’re face to face now. his head looking down at you. you go onto your tiptoes so your lips are mere centimetres away. both pairs of eyes lidded as they look into each other. you’re breathing the same air. you see his pupils dilate when you lick your lips. his beautiful lashes brushing his cheek. you take his hand. feel his rapid pulse as his other hand goes to your neck, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. you can feel each others heartbeat. each wretched beat.

do you know his heart beats for you?

does he know your heart beats for him?

you close your eyes and slot your lips over his. it’s as if all the air is knocked out of you. he doesn’t reciprocate and you start to pull back but then m his hand goes to the back of your head and pulls you into a searing kiss. his tongue instantly slipping into your mouth as your hands fly to his hair, pulling his soft strands. he moans into your mouth and his hands travel down the expanse of your back, squeezing you to him.

he pulls back and buries his face in the crook of your neck, his nose nuzzling the soft skin. he moves to rub his cheek against your own, as if trying to engulf in your scent. he craves the contact and your lips softly kiss every inch of skin you can manage.

you mouth at his neck, licking the skin as his hold on you tightens. you leave wet kisses under his jawline and his eyes roll back. his hips buck into your own and you moan into his neck, biting it and licking it again.

he says your name, like it’s the last thing he’ll ever say.

“miguel.” you reply and that’s when he hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Crimson

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Hey, everything okay? 

Call me back when you can.

I’m getting really worried — I know you weren’t feeling well last night, can you just let me know if you’re alive?

I’m coming over.

You let out a sigh, scrolling through your messages to Miguel over the past twelve hours. He’s not a big texter, but it’s odd for him to go this long without responding to you. When you’d seen him last night you could tell something was up, but he’d just waved you off after you’d asked if he was feeling alright.

He hadn’t only looked exhausted, he seemed seriously on edge, his responses stiff and almost strained. The two of you hadn’t planned much for the day, seeing as he was currently on “vacation” with Jess and Peter B. holding down the fort at HQ. Something about mandatory quarterly time off to protect the spiders’ mental health. You’d thought it was a nice policy.