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certainlynotasimp · 1 year

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Our Love

(Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone~✨ I’m writing this request thingy after I um had kind of a bad day. Not to get too personal, um parents can suck. Like they can hurt your feelings and not care. So I wanted to write this because I kinda wish that I had parents like Sunny and Miggy tbh. Anyway enough with that~✨

A/N: TikTok spoiled some of the movie for me so I’m kinda mad but I got to think up some more Sunny lore for you guys. This is part 2 of Our Girl and forgive the ending because I ran out of ideas. If you like my work please check out my master list and if you wanna stay up to date with the series, then comment on this Taglist and you’ll be added. To see what’s coming up next then check out my upload schedule.✨

If you are someone who has struggled with Postpartum, Child loss, anxiety with pregnancy, or any trauma related to child birth and child bearing, feel free to skip this if you don’t think you can handle it. Your well being is more important, so go read some fluff, drink some water, and if you don’t have anyone giving you kisses then here: *platonic kisses*

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/Female pronouns, Barely use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is their nickname, not their name)), angst, trauma, mentions of child loss, anxiety around pregnancy, and Google Translated Spanish.

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The bouncing fear blooms as the repeating drumming of her pacing feet in the confined walls of the bathroom stall. The constant nagging of her god mother comes back to haunt her like the remains of her muffin tries to climb it’s way back up.

The three minute timer on her phone felt like an eternity as the white piece of plastic continues to load up the bullet that will end everything she’s built up for herself so far.

She was head of the undergraduate at her biology department at NYU and she had stupidly decided to go out to some party with her friends to celebrate the end of the school year. An embarrassing hook-up occurred with her having to sneak out without even getting a good look at the guy. Of course she assumed that her drunken self would have used protection, but unfortunately, alcohol doesn’t always encourage good decisions.

She thought that the sudden spouts of tossing her lunch up was simply due to nerves as she was applying for a work study program with Alchnemax, but the sudden repulsion to her god mother’s cooking is what really set the dread into motion. A dread she swallowed down with a big smile as she pretended her whole life wasn’t changing in an instant. She held onto the hope that maybe it was just nerves bothering her until today.

Her interview with Alchnemax went exceptionally well. The woman was aware that her chances of being accepted were low despite her high academic achievements due to A) she’s a scholarship student, B) she’s some poor kid from Brooklyn, and C) she was an orphan without any cushy family legacy behind her.

Two of the three department leaders of the Genetics department already decided her fate as they had those noses turned up at her, but one just looked at her with kindness. He gave her a chance. And if it wasn’t for that the others wouldn’t have heard her creditials and wouldn’t have looked at her completely impressed. The man who looked at her so proudly gave her a wink as a way of showing he was sure I was gonna get it. Not in the creepy sexually charged man way. But like how a father would their child.

Her first friend here. Dr..

The beeping from the phone alarm catches her attention as she turns to look at the white stick of destiny. Her whole life is forever changing today one way or another….

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“I’m what?” She gasps as she looks up at the red and blue man in a lab coat in shock.

She had just awoken hours after she had experienced the most bizarre incident that landed her in the infirmary. She had met a girl from an alternate dimension where she and Miguel were normal people who had a family together, and their daughter was that universe’s Spider-Woman.

Their Daughter…their baby…

“You’re pregnant, Miss. (L/N).” Spider-Doc says cheerfully as he places a cold device on her stomach. A monitor appears from the small device with a familiar picture of a small little bean inside the black vast of her womb. A baby…

“It looks like you’re about 6 weeks along based on the size of the fetus and it’s a good thing we found out when we did. Mr. O’Hara would have had our throats if he….”

The doctor’s words fell on deaf ears as the woman’s eyes focused intently on the image in front of her. The sounds of their pounding heart beat challenges the drumming of her own as her fingers lightly trace the image. She was so small…so defenseless.

Just like he was…

“D-does Miguel know?”

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Positive.

The test mocked her as she watched her Godmother hold onto the plastic piece with an unreadable expression. The twist of her dark mauve painted lips causes her glowy skin to crack under her dark eyes. A hand pushes back the freshly installed knotless braids as the clinking of the golden charms twisted her stomach more.

April was the one person the girl could always rely on the most in the world, having raised her since she was eight years old. She was the only real mother figure she’s ever known and always pushed her to her hardest. April always made sure that the two were always fed, clothed, and pampered, and the only thing she ever asked for was for her godchild to bring home all A’s and to have a smile.

April taught her to value education both in and out of school. She made sure she could solve any math problems as best as she could without a calculator and how to make sure to know which doors she can knock on if someone was following her at night. April made sure she knew her Spanish well so she can have bigger opportunities in the workforce and to know respect for the Parra’s down the hallway.

April had a baby the same time as her best friend Maria and promised each other to be each other’s godmothers so their daughters can always be best friends just like their moms.

But, Maria lost her life while April lost her baby.

“How far along are you?” The older woman asks with her dark warm eyes misting over as she looks at her god child.

“I don’t know, maybe a month and a half…” The own girl’s body shaking as sobs built up in her chest as she looks at her now smiling godmother.

“Do you want to keep it?…”

The question hung in the air as the women’s combined shaking forms as the woman honestly didn’t think about it before.

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When the spider got released from the infirmary, she immediately turned off her gizmo as she turned invisible. She shakily avoided everyone she could so she could go to her room without seeing anyone.

She couldn’t bring herself to see anyone. Not with this. She knew if Miguel wasn’t on a mission right now then he would have already been at the infirmary waiting on her, but she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes. It wasn’t fair.

One of her hands rests on her stomach as she navigates the hallways before finally reaching her room. She waited until no one was paying attention to slip in and turn back to normal with a painful sigh. She forgot how painful it was to do that without her suit helping her. Miguel specifically made it so her powers wouldn’t put as much strain on her heart than it already did.

Her back hits the door as she finally collapses with a shaker breath. The reality of the situation was finally kicking in as she placed both hands on her stomach. She was pregnant with Miguel’s child.

Something that definitely wasn’t supposed to happen. Sure, she can argue that if the anomalous event hadn’t have occurred and destroyed her dimension , she would have never known about the Spider Verse or even met Miguel…

But she’s accepted that whatever relationship they were in wasn’t going to be able to manifest more than what it was. Two broken people who fell in love and were trying to make the best of their circumstances.

Due to her being from an alternate dimension, there isn’t a canon event that could possibly let her be able to live with Miguel and start a family…it would just destroy every thing…

‘Would Miguel even want this baby?…’ She though as she runs one of her shaking hands over her cheek as anxious tears rolled down her face. ‘What if she has powers like us? What if they aren’t healthy? Would he want to get rid of it because she’s an anomaly….’

She didn’t have the same support system as she did when she had her son, Ben. She didn’t have April who would sooth her anxieties of motherhood and made sure that Ben had diapers at home. She didn’t have the Parra’s who would bring her supper some evenings in exchange for letting the infertile Valeria babysit her boy when her and April were busy. She didn’t have the corner stores where they always hid back some cans of formula for her and gave her son lollipops.

Her son…her baby boy that she failed…

The image of his lifeless little body appears in her vision as she remembers the way his body was limp in her hold. The way his little face was so frozen in fear when he used to always have the biggest smile on his face…

“What if I fail this one too?”

Her thoughts cause sobs to rip from her body as she curls her knees up to her chest as she thought about all of the possibilities that this baby would ruin it…

Then Maria’s face came to mind. The young spider girl that was only a few years younger than she was when she found out she was gonna have Ben.

With the girl’s face burning in her mind, the woman stands up and immediately storms out of her room. Her blurry eyes burned as she made her way to the one place that she knew would have answers.

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Ba dump ba dump

The pounding sound fills the room as the pair of women stared in awe at the monitor. A little squirming being about the size of her hands shined against the black background of the screen as the OB-GYN wiggles around the cold wand over her stomach.

“Oh my…” A teary smile appears on the older woman’s face as April clenches onto her astonished Goddaughter’s hand. The 14 week old fetus was facing the camera as his little legs wiggled around enough to barely turn him over.

His mother stares at him with such wonder as to how she could have made that.

She knew the whole biological process of how it’s down and what to expect at each step, but just seeing him there, barely even big enough to see him, was her baby.

“There he is. A perfectly healthy baby boy.” The OB smiles at the mother and gently traces his little face on the monitor. “Do you have any ideas for names yet?”

April smiles at the girl lost in wonder and decides to let her have the moment she remembers so well from her own pregnancy. April runs her thumb over her child’s knuckles as she answers.

“She wants to name the baby after her parents. They died in a car accident when she was young. If it was a girl, her name would be Maria and if it was a boy, his name would be…”

“Ben.” The mesmerized girl finishes her sentence as she looks back at the doctor with a bright teary smile. “His name is gonna be Ben.”

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“Hey boss.” Lyla cautiously calls the man who was frantically trying to find his missing love.

After he returned from stopping a Prowler anomaly, Miguel immediately went to the infirmary to find that she had left hours ago and no one else has seen her since the young SpiderWoman was sent back home.

He thought she was fine when he last checked on her when they shared a happy tear feast over how wonderful their daughter was before she had fallen asleep from crying.

“Not now Lyla. I’m trying to find (Y/N).” He grumbles as his nerves twist his stomach around.

It wasn’t like her to go off the grid like this, not without at least telling Miguel that she wanted some quiet time. He clenched his fist as he feared that meeting Maria may have caused his Sunny to fall into a bad spell of depression since…

“She’s in the observation room looking at the Web.” Lyla answers like she was annoyed that Miguel was listening to her. “But that’s not what I’m talking about. There’s something strange happening to your-“

Lyla is cut off by Miguel turning her off as he speed walks towards the observation room.

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The tiny wail broke the chaotic tension in the room as tears of joy flood out of the exhausted woman. The squealing babe was placed on her chest as the doctors returned back between her legs to remove the placenta. Her trembling hands came up to soothe the baby boy as his slimy body trembled in the new environment. His dark hair matted to his soft head as his mother placed a delicate kiss on her baby boy’s forehead.

“Hello, Ben.”

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Miguel storms into the observation room as the target of his search stared silently at the glowing red spiral of webs. The images of the Maria of Earth 1784-B played out on a holographic image as she looks like she was tussling with the two boys he recognized as Maria’s brothers. An image of that world’s Miguel comes up and playfully picks up the three with a stumble before throwing them on the couch with a laugh as his wife comes up and laughs behind him.

The family that Miguel dreamed about every night. The one he tried to achieve twice in different ways before it was stolen from him. The one he can’t help but crave with his beloved but knows it probably won’t happen.

“Cariño?….” His voice barely as whisper as he approaches his lover as she jumps in surprise.

Her teary eyes stared at him in alarm as a protective hand was placed on her stomach.

Miguel ignores that detail, believing that she was just mourning her lost baby boy, and gently placed his hand on her cheek, softly wiping away her tears.

Her eyes shine with untold anxiety as her choked sob caused Miguel to pull her into his chest. “Estoy aquí mi amor. Háblame....” He whispers softly into her hair as he wraps his arms tightly around her.

Her own grip traps him against her shaking body as she cries into his chest. Her worries slowly spilling out as she sobs, “ It’s not fair…”

“I know. “ Miguel mumbles as he rubs the base of her skull softly to provide some relief from the pain. “The universe is cruel…”

“It is…” she agrees as her breathing eventually evens out enough for her to pull away slightly to look up into his concern burgany gaze. “Miggy…Tengo algo que decirte... pero tengo miedo de que te enfades conmigo…” She admits with an unstable edge in her voice.

Miguel frowns at this as he cups her face. His concerned love filled eyes closes as he pulls her towards his lips. He kisses her forehead before resting his own forehead against hers. His eyes opening as an encouraging smile shines at him.

“No, mi sol, nunca me enfadaría contigo. Especialmente si te está causando tanto estrés.” He mutters as he feels his beloved’s hands wrap around his thick wrist, using his pulse to stablize her.

“Really?” She looks for reassurance as her swollen eyes searched his for any doubt.

“Yes. I’m sure…”

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“Hey, beautiful!” A voice cheers as she enters the hospital room.

The new mother was propped up on a the hospital bed with her newborn son swaddled up in a soft blue blanket. She stops admiring the sleeping babe to smile up as April walks over with a bright smile and a beautiful bouquet of Carnations. Their petals were a soft pink with a baby blue ribbon wrapped around the glass vase. April places the arrangement down as she sits beside the bed.

“So that’s my grandchild?” She asks as she reaches over and gently caresses the bundle. Ben stirs for a moment before settling back down. The young mother nods and slowly moves the baby into her god mother’s arms.

The new grandmother accepts the baby happily as she leans back and gently coos at the sleeping Ben.

“You’re gonna have him spoiled.” She jokes as she admires watching how the older woman’s eyes light up as the baby’s face twitches.

“Grandbabies are for spoiling while children are made for scolding.” April quips back playfully as she giggles at her Goddaughter. “Oh, your boss brought those by the apartment. He said he hopes you’ll bring the little guy by the lab when he’s big enough.”

A confused frown takes over her face before she realizes that her mentor must have been the one she met. Working at Alchemax during her work study and pregnancy allowed her to get close to the board member that gave her the chance to work here. Him being a father himself, he took the pupil under his wing and helped her a lot during this time, even easing her worries with embarrassing tales of his own parenting blunders . He was more of a friend now than her mentor.

As April entertains herself with the infant, the mother reaches over and plucks the card placed on the top of the flower arrangement. She holds the card gently as she read the note, a soft smile.

‘Congratulations, kiddo. You made it to parenthood. You better bring that boy here to hang out with us because I need something more interesting to do than listen to Osborne’s voice all day. Signed, Dr. …. ‘

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“Excuse me!!” A visual of Lyla appears beside the couple with an annoyed expression. Her irritability can be heard as she stares at the startled pair before glaring at Miguel.

“If you’re done being a couple of cry babies, I have some urgent news!” She snaps before pulling up a familiar red webbing with an odd addition wrapping around its nodes.

Miguel frowns in concern as he sees a blue web intertwining with the red nodes of his canon while his sunshine looked shocked.

This was not a normal anomaly…

“What is that?” Miguel asks while Lyla scoffs.

“Your canon is changing, but not from an anomaly.” She explains. “Your universe is fixing itself.”

“Fixing itself from what?” Miguel growls as he’s growing frustrated at the rude behavior the AI was expressing.

“From the bun in your sunshine’s oven.”

And with a quiet what, the big bad Miguel O’Hara falls over and passes out.

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Translations:

Estoy aquí mi amor. Háblame….—-I'm here, my love. Talk to me....

Tengo algo que decirte... pero tengo miedo de que te enfades conmigo…—I have something to tell you...,but I'm scared you are going to be upset with me…

No, mi sol, nunca me enfadaría contigo. Especialmente si te está causando tanto estrés.—-No, my sun, I would never be upset with you. Especially if its causing you this much stress.

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spidrrweb · 1 year

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4:30 am

pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader | word count: 657

spiderverse masterlist ,,, i haven't wrote in a while sorry if it's messy <33 special tags: @miggyoharaswife @fadingdetectivestudent

Miguel o'hara fears love. He knows the cliché all spidermen have too well.

Losing someone; romantically, platonically, familial—whatever it was, it didn't matter, they'd never last long enough. For death only played a part in making the hero, and he had successfully became said hero without it, there was really no need for it. There's no risk if no chances are taken. Besides, balancing hero life with romance is no way to live, stress upon stress could kill a man.

But its everywhere, in places he couldn't think of—or rather places he's tried to ignore.

Love was in the gestures he'd received from you, such as the early morning coffee runs you'd go on. Miguel has a taste for strong, slightly bitter coffee, something you've learned from his many rants about others doing runs because, and i quote, "there's no point in calling it coffee when it's 90% milk and sugar."

He thanks you, grabs the cup knowing fully well he'll toss it the moment you leave, until you tell him it's different. "Small black coffee, dash of milk, no cream or sugar...but i do have a couple packets if you wanna add it yourself." Miguel declines and watches as you walk away to deliver the rest.

A chuckle leaves him once he sees the cups labeled 'Miggy' with a poorly drawn spider under it. You probably rushed it on your way back. "Unprofessional," he comments with lyla agreeing, though he doesn't mind it. Finding himself peering back to it with a smile when he goes to reach for it throughout the work day. He made sure to get you on more routes for him after that.

Love was pulling him away from his world when he's lost in his work. Hunched over, tired eyes staring at the ground, fingers tangled in his messy hair. Muttering a series of solutions under his breath before shutting them down while lyla listens. "Miguel please," he doesn't bother moving to see you, "You can't keep doing this to yourself, it's not healthy."

He knows you're right but this is his job, it's what he lives for, and you of all people should know this. He'll fight back, explaining the society needs him, this world needs him, hell, the multiverse needs him. "I cant just stop when we're getting close—when i'm getting this close to it."

You place a hand on his tense shoulder, "I can take over from here." "No, you cant its-"

"Miguel." You can feel him relax under your touch as he sighs; there's no point in bickering, you're just as stubborn as he is, it's almost admirable. His hands fall into his lap as he sits up, giving you a good look at those eye bags. "Shit, maybe you need more than just a day off." He laughs, shoulders bouncing slightly as he stands up. "You're lucky we're close, i could fire you for that you know."

You hum and take his seat, watching him take a few of his things before he's out the door. "Text me before you get to bed," he freezes at the door way, looking back at you with a raised brow. "Needa make sure you actually do it instead of getting hyped up on coffee just to come back." He lets out a sarcastic "ha" before he agrees, despite not really wanting to, then says good night to both you and lyla while he leaves.

And when he's home, he keeps his promise; the moment he puts his phone down it flashes with a notification from you. It's a picture of you with lyla in the background along with a goodnight text and a heart. Miguel finds himself staring at it for what seems like an eternity debating on what to say. The screen goes black, he shakes his head and sighs.

The phone flashes again when he places it down, now it's just the time that shows. It's 4:30 and though the thick walls will take time to get through, miguel can feel himself love.

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sunflowersteves · 10 months

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hello again!!

i loved the blurb of the last req i sent in so you’re getting my new idea >:)

ok so miguel and reader are married and he notices that during missions she fiddles with her engagement and wedding rings under her suit and he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world 🥹

i’m just the softest for miggy i can’t

have a great day/night and DRINK MORE WATER!!

ugh I love this sm. ty for your patience!! I have so many requests for miggy it’s insane and I love it. So, I kinda got carried away and I made them fiancee’s but I hope you enjoy it 💗

pairing || miguel o’hara x f!reader

warnings || soft!miguel, fluff, fiancé!miguel

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Miguel is an intuitive person. He could observe someone from afar and understand their weaknesses, triumphs, and fears. He has always been quite the observer.

For you, though, he knew everything. Your favorite food, your favorite movie, how your energy levels plummeted after a lot of stimulation, the way you got nervous around new people—everything.

He might not admit it to anyone, but he knows. He understands that this level of love—this care for another person—ran deep in his bones. His heart always thumped across his chest from your mere presence. No matter how much he resists the complacency of personal attachments, he can never resist you.

He might be grumpy. He might yell and get angry. He might roll his eyes and huff out his breath, but Miguel loves so deeply that it punctures his chest and creates a chasm of adoration for you.

Miguel was obsessed with the silhouette of you alone, never mind the way his stomach swirls with contentment and love when your hands glide smoothly across his chest. Never mind the way his heart stops every time you send him an endearing smile.

Miguel is hopelessly and helplessly in love with you, and as an observer, Miguel saw the little things.

He observed the way you would fiddle with his fingers underneath the table when you were nervous.

He observed when you would tap a finger on his bicep, completely subconsciously as you told him about your day.

He observed how you pressed deep kisses onto the scars that scattered across his chest and abdomen.

God, how he loved it. He never said a word, though.

His lips would quirk in the faintest of smiles as his body felt hot from the interactions. His hand would splay themselves on your thigh because he knew that you would need something to fumble with. He would lean his shoulder into you so your fingers could tap away absentmindedly.

Miguel knew your idiosyncrasies very well—and it was a mission in his head to file each of them into his mind so he could keep them for eternity.

This one, though, was new.

Miguel had proposed to you a week ago—a week exactly from today. It wasn’t your typical proposal where everyone in the background claps and congratulates you.

Miguel had taken you to your favorite spot. In Nueva York, there’s an old district that was a historic area full of old buildings. He took you to the top of the Chrysler building—that one being your favorite from the older days.

He didn’t prepare a big speech. He wasn’t sure he could without the swirling emotions of how much you truly meant to him. So, instead, he makes it simple.

“Te amo.”

Your eyes widened substantially at the indication of those words. Your mouth opened, jaw dropped almost to the floor. Tears started to collect on your eyelids, but you refused to let them fall.

“Miguel—” Your voice chokes in on itself as he showed you the ring. He looks at you, eyes wide with hope. You rarely saw that expression flash across his face. “Yes. Te amo también, Miguel.”

Without any words, he slipped the ring on your finger, and the two of you sat in silence. His body pressed up against yours, and he contently sighed.

Ever since he slipped that pretty ring onto your finger, you would feel it. You would twist the silvery metal. You’d swirl and fiddle with the accessory.

Sometimes, when you really needed comfort, you would place your lips onto the solid ring. When Miguel wasn’t around, you knew that he was always going to be there. He was always with you—even when he wasn’t.

And just like now, as your listening to Peter B.’s words, you’re twisting the ring around your finger. Miguel watched from afar, without coming towards you, as you subconsciously press your lips to the band.

Miguel couldn’t suppress the smile that curled on his lips as he watched you. His heart beat loudly against his ears—mission no longer on his brain.

Your concerned eyes eventually found him, and you melted. He could immediately see the anxiety dissipate from your shoulders from his presence. It made his stomach swirl with love.

Then, a voice appears next to his ear. “You guys are so cute. I’m gonna cry.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Lyla.”

“When you have your wedding, I’m gonna be front row, okay? It has to be that way because—”

“Lyla.” He growls. “Shut up.” He wouldn’t admit it in the whole damn world, but there was still a smile on his face.

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

ok but imagine miggy saying you're beautiful for the first time, like,

he never realized how long he's kept it to himself, how long he's been yearning to tell you those two words, three if he wanted to emphasize his point. could you blame him? he's a complete and total mess of a man around you, maybe not outwardly, but he's a nervous wreck whenever you're around. a simple touch or a quick smile in his direction from you is enough to lighten up his whole day–give him the patience and motivation to keep bearing these troubles he has to endure throughout the day.

he never really understood why his eyes would follow you on your way out of his office, he never really noticed until lyla pointed out how his pupils would dilate and he'd watch you leave his office with an increase in serotonin when he catches a glimpse of your hair, your eyelashes, your petal-like lips that looked so, so...

"kissable?" lyla would prompt, which made miguel snap out of it, dismissing her and arguing to her that all he thinks of you is just a delightful colleague–words he never realized he was capable of using together. "right... a delightful colleague who enters your dreams every night. say, what if i made them listen to a playback of your most recent dream about them–" "that won't be necessary." "and why not? you don't even have the cojones–" "don't say that." "you don't even have the guts to tell them what you think of them."

miguel hated how right lyla was, practically all the time–especially when it came to his feelings for you. he clicked his tongue as he thought it over, with lyla pretty much just telling him, "confess, you big dork," and with him cussing under his breath as he felt a little hotter in the room as he thought more and more about you–about your smile, the way your laugh echoed in his ears as you teased him for his eternal pout–and how small your hands felt against his when you accidentally placed your hand on his... oh how he wished those moments could last forever, instead of asking lyla to play it back for him as he smiles to himself. it kept him thinking on what'd change if he told you just how he saw you, how absolutely ethereal you were to him.

guess he'll just have to try and see what happens.

the next day, you came by his office again, and you were... oh goodness, you were so adorable the way you looked right then and there. your hair was messy, you were wearing a pair of glasses that were barely hanging on to your face–you had a pencil tucked behind your ear, and a huge grin on your face as you rambled to him about a successful mission and containment of a fickle anomaly you two were hunting for the longest time.

if only miguel could bury his face in the floor right then and there–the mask could only do so much to hide how he looked like when he saw you in your element, in your truest, rawest self–the you he fell for time and time again, and continues to fall for.

as you rambled to him, miguel clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms as he realized he was smiling when he heard you get excited, heard the cracking of your voice from so much glee at your victory–hearing the passion from your voice as he listened, he listened and tried to keep his poker face on, but you were too irresistible for him to keep it up–too cute to make him want to keep this stern front up.

"you're beautiful." he blurted out as he looked down to the floor, trying to soak up the details of the floor when all he wanted was to soak up the details of you. but looking at you now would be fatal for his facade, and he wanted to let you know he... oh who was he kidding? he appreciated every bit of you! he can't hide that love and longing for you, he wanted to let you know at least one bit of the multitude of things he believed you were. if you'd let him tell you, you would never hear the end of it–because you're constantly surprising him and making him fall deeper in love with you that his love becomes... endless for you.

whether or not you believe him is up to you, but he truly does believe you are beautiful. he looks up at you finally as you stopped talking and just stared at him, with a look of embarrassment on his face as he tried to remain confident in himself as his self-assurance was dissipating. "you're really beautiful..." he repeated as he stepped forward towards you and stroked your cheek. he smiled, and widely this time. he wasn't going to hide it anymore, he loved you. he loved you and knew you were the most beautiful person he had ever, and will ever, meet in his whole life. hopefully... you believed him, and hopefully... you felt the dame way, too.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv x reader #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #atsv x y/n #atsv x you

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diejager · 8 months

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Nostalgia cw: smut, angst, tell me if I missed any. From Bittersweet Devotion.

“Oh, chica,” he whispered, biting back a moan that gripped his throat. “You look so pretty.”

He wore his heart on his sleeve, his love on his lips and his adoration in the warm, brown hues. Miguel was expressive, every smile, every glance and every touch from him exhumed love and devotion, like you hung the moon and stars. You couldn’t help but be addicted to him; you couldn’t help but give back how much he gave.

Miguel used to sing you poetic confessions, promising you a world of devotion. His fingers drawing stars on your skin, painting into the sky your love until they died, stars would live as long as it could. Even as small as it was, it could grow and grow, swelling with warmth until it reached the peak of it’s life.

For every soft thrust he made, you gave him a passionate, worshipping kiss; for every devoted kiss he chased, you gave him a poetic song, affectionate words and breathy moans; and for every promise of eternity he uttered, you returned them tenfold, giving him your infinity, you heart and your soul.

Had he lied then? When he promised you his infinity, his heart and his soul. Were the stars he strung up an illusion to appease your eyes? Were you something he kissed, touched and loved to replace what he lost? Then why were his cold eyes soft and loving, his touch so eloquently expressive like the way he spun his webs, his love so warm that it threatened to burn you at the seams?

“Only for you, Miguel,” you cried, finger digging into his chiseled back, drawing irritated lines on his beautiful, caramel skin.

You gave yourself to him too, your heart, your mind and your soul. We’re they not enough?

You felt so full, your cunt filled to the brim with him, his cock driving into you with passionate determination, coaxing orgasm after orgasm. With the roll of his hips, his strong thighs and narrow hips, he buried his throbbing shaft deeper by the second, his leaky head kissing the entrance of your womb; with his wandering hands, he drew up his gentleness over your skin, calloused fingers cradling your jaw and down your neck, pressing down on the sensitive nerves of your perky and swollen nipples before trailing down your navel to rub firm circles on your pulsing clit; and with the wet traces of his lips, nipping and sucking the warm skin of your throat with bruising marks, drawing your lips to his, he pulled outbursts of pleasure and words of devotions from you.

They weren’t that dissimilar to each other, they placed kisses on the same spot, drawing out loud moans and tearful whines from you. Every old bruise was covered by a new one, in the form of his teeth, in the form of his lips or in the form of his fingers. He had places he preferred, where he liked to sink his teeth into you and dig his talons into you. He was possessive to a fault, wanting to paint you black and blue with bruises from the simple act of letting someone touch you. He drove his cock downward, loving the control he had when you were bent over, face down and ass up, for him to mount and ravage. It was beautiful, feral in every aspect of a beast, but it was solely Miguel. He made you whimper and sob in the best ways, to submit yourself and let someone take care of you instead.

I love you, Miguel. You cried the words over and over to him. Once on his lips, a second time on his cheek, a third on his bulging adam’s apple, and a fourth at the edge of your high, falling from the climax he brought you.

I love you, Miggy. Those were the same words you told him as he sunk his fangs into the soft flesh of your shoulder. He wouldn’t say it back, but the tremble in his body and the little tears in his eyes were all you needed. Those crimson eyes that you loved so much softened in the face of your devotion, of your promise.

“I love you, chica.”

Taglist: @yas-v @elliewilliamsbae @rinieloliver

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luvrxbunny · 7 months

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I’m a big marvel fan I read the comics a few years ago they remastered his comics (around 2015) with other 90’s Spider-Man, anyway if you thought Miguel was miserable and sad in the movie.. we’ll the comics he’s worse, a cheater and a fashionista (he really has a good fashion sense compared to the others Spider-Man.) no daughter like the movie but he’s so depressed and he actually has a lot of problems with his new apparence it’s so sad. Comic Miguel is worse (except the daughter part of course..) and the author actually answered a fan question since he’s actually more spider than humans due to his mutation he can’t have children unlike the movie😭😭😭

i’m also a rlly big fan! i just can’t find the comics anywhere 😭

so if u could tell me where u read them i’d be eternally grateful 🙏🏾

and THATS SO SAD OMG

the body issues and lack of children sound so heartbreaking for miggy cus i feel like he’s definitely made to be a father. a girl dad specifically AND i’d praise his body to the ends of the earth omg

i’m gonna read the comics and just cry the whole time

except for a tiny break when he cheats— then i’ll be screaming

and then back to crying

#luvrmail 💌#miguel o'hara

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frivery · 1 year

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Miguel, another one of my eternal youth cursed dragons! 'Migs' or 'Miggy' was originally Amiel's assistant... or maybe 'test subject' is a more accurate description. Amiel believed that Miguel was not particularly bright, simply very willing. Even so, despite being left mostly in the dark as to how his previous Mentor had re-created the curse, Miguel managed to make enough educated guesses to help Amiel's long-time rival, Ollie, copy the same feat a few decades later.

#Fr lore #fr art #fr gijinka #flightrising gijinka #Migs is a bit of a disaster but he tries his best #he's also a lot smarter than most give him credit for as his demeanor often makes others assume he's too good natured to be aware #Ollie and Miguel also seem to be holding up a lot better from the curse than Amiel and Bow are mentally #i have done a total of 3 drawings in the past 2 months and it shows #but i really enjoyed working on Miguel and I hope to make a drawing in a similiar style to Bow and Amiel's so all my EYs can match #Ollie actually keeps Migs from dressing like /too/ much of a disaster and he 'belled' Migs so he would always know where Migs is #Ollie says its to keep an eye on him but Ollie is worried that Migs could get hurt and he might not notice if he doesn't know where Migs is

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catmansquad · 10 months

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(Excerpt) "Fitting In"

"Miguel works for a theme park as an actor. Athletic and acrobatic, he performs for the crowds as Spider-Man... Until a reality bleed causes him to inherit the half-spider traits of his 2099 self..."

There was still a dull ache in the back of his head, his brain complained whenever he looked about too fast. He wanted to blame his brother for how much he had drunk the night before, but Gabriel had been lost on the dancefloor, he'd had no say over how many top-ups his big brother had gone through at the bar. Miguel still silently chose to blame his brother for dragging him to that damn nightclub in the first place. He was genuinely starting to think that Gabriel was immune to hangovers. Miguel exhaled and groaned, and prepared to face the glaring sun once again on the familiar walk to the dressing room; another day of acting and acrobatics lay ahead- hopefully this time he could avoid kicking the Green Goblin in the side- that would be another chocolate doughnut he'd owe Matt as an apology afterwards.

He stepped outside, and felt nausea rip through him; the sky was too bright, even the ground was shining and shimmering... He shook his head clear and blinked until his eyes adjusted. Has he somehow gotten lost and stumbled out the wrong door-? No. Then why did nothing look familiar? Why was the landscape of a shining city beneath golden skies that burned with radiance? He flinched as one of the great towers shattered, falling to the street as a great cloud of dust, the ground underfoot trembled, the skies above shone brighter still. He stood slack jawed and wide-eyed as the destruction spread, rooted with awe and terror. Amidst the buildings came a veritable army of people dressed in the same attire he had donned every showtime, swinging on lines of webbing- fleeing from a disaster.

He watched as more buildings crumbled, the ground shattered as more radiance bled through from beneath. One of the webs snapped, the Spider-Man tumbled, screaming to the ground, his form unravelling into light before he landed. Fear tore itself deep into his chest, watching the landscape and the people unravelling before his eyes as the destruction swept closer to him. His gaze settled on one figure in particular, hurrying across the fading ground, clad in deep blue and neon red, clawed fingers reaching out as if he could see him, as if he were silently pleading for help. He tripped- no, one of his feet had come undone, like someone taking apart the stitching of clothing line by line. The world seemed to slow into one agonizing moment of eternity as his fingers made contact, and passed straight through, as if he did not truly exist. Miguel stepped back sharply, feeling the physical force of collision as the figure passed through him. Then the moment was gone, and he heard the man's terrified scream as he dissolved into light, joining the endless radiance.

It was one blinding moment of infinity, then the sane world reasserted itself, Miguel stood on familiar ground, the familiar walk to the dressing room. His heart beat, he took a breath and choked at the agonising, burning pain that swept through him, as if every cell in his body were burning up. His legs buckled and the ground rushed up to meet him as he collapsed, muscles spasming, heart thundering in his ears. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Was he going to die? What about Gabriel? How would his brother cope?

His brother filled his thoughts as darkness claimed him, his last thought of his twitching fingers before his eyes, shimmering and shivering like he was out of sync with the world around him.

'Mig...? Miggy, please...' His brother's voice drew him from the darkness, and he winced, hissing and throwing a hand over his eyes as he cracked them open. It was too bright! From his left side, he heard his brother's relieved sigh.

'Oh, Miggy, you're alright...'

'I'm not! Gabri, get that light out of my face!'

'W-what light-? Sorry, I'm just going to... He's probably still got a migraine...' He could hear his brother's soft apologies and footsteps and then the click of a switch. Miguel sighed in relief, blinking watery eyes open as he surveyed the room; a chair creaked as his brother sat beside him again, worry painted across his features, beside him, one of the park's medical staff was reading over her tablet, and beside her, Matt loomed with arms folded.

'Oh... There's a face I didn't want to see today..' Miguel groaned, watching Matt fold his arms and scowl.

'Oh joy. He's not been blinded. What's wrong with him again?" He questioned the staff member who put down her tablet, eyes soft as she looked Miguel up and down.

'Well, as far as we can tell... Nothing. He's physically fit, in perfect health. Although I'd suggest he go see someone better than me, get a thorough checkup- might be something wrong in the brain if he just collapsed out of the blue...'

'I'm fine... I feel fine.' Miguel pushed himself up from the bedding, hearing the curious rip of cloth as he pushed his fingers down. Truth be told, now that his eyes had stopped watering, all of his aches and pains had vanished altogether. He felt better than he had in years.

'Great.. Glad he feels fine. But what about all those poor, sad children who came here and didn't get to see their favourite Superhero kick about the Goblin again? Yes, I do have a bruise, thank you, Miguel!' Matt scoffed, bitter and was the first to leave the room as Gabriel stayed to assure his brother's fine health continued.

(Yeah, I blew up one of the ATSV variations that doubtlessly exist in the multiverse at large because Branching Universe Theory/Many Worlds Interpretation. You can either complain that beings in other worlds can destabilise them, or you can have thousands of otherworldly Spiders in one building. You don't get it both ways, Miguel.)

#miguel o'hara #spider-man: across the spider-verse #gabriel o'hara #spiderman 2099

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ZEEEEEEENNNN here is my sae inquiry 4 da week: how r u & sae wit food / drinks? like wat r ur fav snacks, wat getting groceries wit each other is like, etc. bc i know 4 a fact miggy judges da hell outta me when i must have a mini can of cola wit my lunch & dinner. he takes my snacks outta da cart 1 by 1 (boooo)

FINALLY ANSWRRING THISS !

BOOOO MIGGYYY WHY’d YOU DO THATTT!!! I WILL HOLD MIGGY BACKKK WHILE YOU CHECK OUT AT COUNTEREE 🫶

SAE AND ME W FOOOD!!!! WE RE FOODIES.. by foodies i mean we’re critics we’re chefs … WE LOVE FOODDD ITS OUR COMMON GROUND 🫶

i am big on snacking very unhealthy lifestyle tbh… my blood stream has more chips and blood… he hates it… he prefers healthy lifestyle mainly bec he has to follow a diet always… please.. sae’s the epitome os healthy lifestyle and me his unhealthy baby.. he drags me to workout but im sleeping in ALWAYS.

he doesnt judge just keeps tabsss on my habits.. he makes sure i dont overeat chips …he is eternally grateful i hate soft drinks and live on water…. but he findsss alternatives for mee… acts of service is his love language 🫶

#HE MAKESSS FRIED VEGGIES W CHICKEN SOMETIMES FOR ME #I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHH NINIII 🥺🥺#BEST BABY EVER #zaecore #I LOVE YOUR ASKSSS BABY 🥺🥺🥺🫶#nini !!! 🫶

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websaved-a · 5 years

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so..... why is the nickname for margaret ‘peggy’ and the one for william ‘bill’

#( i'm sorry we don't have these white names in my country #and i've always been curious kjhgfsdfgh help me out #nicknames are pretty 'connected' here like #if your name's miguel ? your nickname is miggy lmao )#❪ ooc. ┊ eternally stressed and sleepy. / mun speaks ❫

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hanji-is-life · 3 years

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Hi everyone. First of all, thank you guys so much for 6k followers, and I love and appreciate all of you! But also, after weeks and weeks of consideration, I have decided to retire this blog.

I was originally going to delete my page entirely, but after talking about it with a few moots/friends, I think I’ll keep it up because of the plethora amount of writings I have on here. I will be closing my DMs sometime next week, and as most of you already know, my ask box is closed as well.

I’ll still be on tumblr under a new name though! But I’ll only pass the information out to my moots and close enough followers that I trust.

I’ll still be writing though, so don’t worry, but no longer on this page. I’ve kind of grown tired of being on here and honestly, I never thought my page would grow this much. As an introvert with the worst anxiety, it’s just a little too much for me to handle. While I’ve always been appreciative of you guy’s support and comments, the added pressure of being on here and dealing with a few bad people, is a lot on my mental health. And going into my second year of college, with even more stressors, I would like to take one big thing off of my plate to focus on my studies and publishing my second book!

Again, thank you all for the support over the last 7 months. I am so eternally grateful for all of you and your comments and likes and reblogs and check-in messages over time. Like I said, I’ll still be lingering around on here and posting my works on different sites!

Also!!! Miggi will be the one to host the “Only Monster Fans” collab now!! So if any one of you are ready to submit your works, withdraw, or have any questions, please direct them to @/miggiisdumb :))

I’ll miss you guys lots. But retiring this blog is something I believe will be the best option for me right now. I might return in the future, but no promises. Just thank you guys for always sticking beside me and my crazy ideas. Love you all 💕

#hil speaks!

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robbyykeene · 2 years

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miguel

Miggy the eternal love of my life <3

Also when I say he’s cool looking I’m referring to this era of miguel and this era only:

#miguel got bingo!!!#only things i will elaborate on: wasted potential is for everything to do with his injury #also work better as part of a dynamic: miguel is a great standalone character OBVIOUSLY i love him to pieces #but i think what’s best about him in the show is his relationships with other characters #him and johnny him and aisha him and hawk him and demetri #also him with his family #i just love his relationships with everyone in this show so much #i actually even liked him and daniels relationship in s4 a lot more than i thought i would #anyway thanks for sending this anon!#anonymous #character bingo #miguel

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ligbi · 4 years

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A2N 12 13 14

Start Previous

Chapter 12- Darkness and Anticipation

Characters

Christopher Carrion

Mendelson Shape*

Leeman Vol*

Mentioned

Rojo Pixler

Commexo Kid

Requiax

Candy Quakenbush

John Mischief

Kasper Wolfswinkle

Locations:

-Gorgossium

-Pyramids of Xuxux*

Mentioned:

-Commexo City

-Hereafter

Carrion brings Leeman and Shape to the Pyramids of Xuxux to test the key to open them

-Mendelson Shape: Employed by Carrion, carries weapons on his back in scabbards of flesh

-Leeman Vol: A three-mouthed bug lover employed by Carrion, can speak to insects

-Pyramids of Xuxux: The island of 1am, six pyramids hold the corpses of royalty and all the things and people they held dearest to them in life. Two of the pyramids remain un-touched by graverobbers, but not Carrion

Miggis lice; Furgito flies ;Threck roaches; Knuckle worms- Abaratian bugs

Chapter 13- The Sacbrood

Characters

Carrion

Leeman Vol

Shape**

Brood-beast*

Mentioned

Candy Quakenbush

Mater Motley

Locations:

-Pyramids of Xuxux

Carrion and Co meet with the Sacbrood, who were planted in the pyramids to await a war on Day, Shape is fed to the Sacbrood

-Brood-beast:A large sacrbrood that speaks for the hive in both the language of insects and the common tongue

Church of Xuxux- Guardians of the pyramids and the royal corpses within

Hobarookian scorpians; Neddle flies- Abaratian bugs

Eternal Highway- Part of the Abaratian afterlife

Sacbrood- A type of bug that comes in all shapes and sizes, intelligent, waiting to attack the islands at Carrion’s command

Top- produces light and spins on its own

Chapter 14- Lament (The Munkee’s Tale)

Characters

Candy

Filth*

Mentioned

Malingo

Grandpa O’Donnell

King Claus

Boa

Quiffin

Finnegan Hob

Carrion

Dragon

Bilarki the musician

Locations:

-Twilight Palace*

-Scoriae

Mentioned:

-Chickentown

Candy follows a mournful tune to the Twilight Palace and learns about Princess Boa

-Filth: The previous fool for King Claus, a munkee, quite disgusting

-Twilight Palace: Built at dusk for the marriage of the Princess of Day and Finnegan Hob, unused after her death

Green racoons- one of the fauna seen in the mosaics leading to the palace

Arva blossoms- an Abaratian plant, seen in a portrait of a young Boa

#abarat #abarat notes #long post #abarat days of magic nights of war #carrion is straight up having wedding dreams of candy #BOI

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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I absolutely LOVE your Miggy fics, they make me wanna tear the screen open and eat them

ANYWAYS, I was wondering if you could do a shy!reader and just a really cuddly Miguel? Like reader could come home from a bad day and Miguel just swoops them up and cuddles them on the couch or in bed. THANKS, UR THE BEST KAHSDGBKAJJJE

- The 🐢 anon

˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

double feature 3: a big teddy bear of a man; cuddly miguel o'hara a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAA TY LOVELY, and no, YOU are the best <333 THIS IMAGINE IS SO LOVELY WTF, i wanna eat and marry it all at once. hoping u like this !!!!!

it was always a pain for you to think of conveniencing others, you learned how to live most of your life sneaking away from others and just dealing your problems all on your own; but when you'd come home to your partner, miguel, oh, he'd immediately offer his help and himself to all of you just to make your day a bit brighter. he isn't the smartest nor keenest when it comes to his own emotions and others' emotions—but he was always one to be concerned about practically everything about you if he found out something was bothering you or you weren't feeling alright. miguel knew that you had the tendency to shut people out or to shut yourself away from everyone else, but today, he was going to put an end to you brushing your problems under the rug. when he asked you when you got home how was work, and you took too long to answer him because you desperately wished to tell him the truth, you also didn't want him to worry and contemplated on the thought of lying to him about it.

he wasted no time and gently wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground effortlessly; you yelped in surprise, not expecting miguel to carry you all of a sudden. you told him to put you down, that it was okay, you totally didn't have one of the most exhausting days of your life at work—totally! but miguel wasn't buying it and gently set you down on the bed and curled up next to you, wrapping his sculpted arms around you again as if he knew you were going to escape him yet again. "mi tesoro... please look at me, amor." he begged of you in a soft voice, trying to hide the concern in his tone but failing miserably. you turned on your side to see his once hardened, distant expression transform into one of longing; his big, brown eyes brightening up as you did.

he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek and sighed. "if you're ever struggling, please just... don't be scared to tell me everything. i might not have all the solutions, but i want to be your refuge. can i maybe... hug the hurt, fatigue, sadness—all those negative, confusing feelings away? it's the least i can do for mi dulce amor." he mutters as he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers with you, moving in closer with you as his nose touches yours, his lips mere centimeters away from your own. you nodded and told him you'd try, and that he could touch you; with miguel, in his haste, pressing his lips against yours as he embraced your smaller frame. his lips lingered on your for a few more seconds, until he finally pulled away and held you tighter and closer. "i would stay like this with you forever, if the multiverse would only let me... i take away all that bad stuff you've had to deal with and just... make everything okay, not just feel okay. because i love you..." he told you as he kissed the tip of your nose and buried his face in the crook of your neck, relishing this moment with you, and savoring it even more as he felt your soft, littler hands around his waist. he tensed up at first, but succumbed to your touch and sighed, expressing in a million ways and touches that he truly loved you and wants nothing more than an eternity of peace and loving with you and only you.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

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