⋆ ★ HELLO! I’m CHIA ! Welcome to by blog! I am 19 years old, a VIRGO SUN and INFP. I like rock bands and gothic fashion, black nail polish, and my favorite color is pink! ⋆ ★
Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔
I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.
Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶
If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏
Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️🩹
https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗
I can’t personally donate but please help Mohammad out :D
Every day all I think about is pop star!reader and bodyguard!Miguel.
Walk with me here…
Pop star!reader who has been spending all her time getting ready for her next world tour,from the moment she walks up to the moment she’s asleep. She’s approving set designs, practicing her set list, in meeting after meeting after meeting.
And your bodyguard hates it because, one he’s the one who has to accompany to to everything, but also because he thinks you’re gonna over work yourself before the dates are even announced. He’ll nag your ear off the whole time in the car at your place about pacing yourself and you disregard it because you’re just naturally an overachiever when it comes to your career.
One day you had dance practice, the sun was setting and the studio was mostly empty, your dancers and choreographer had already got home for the day. The only ones still there were you and Miguel, wanting to run over a few more songs before you head out.
(The song you’re practicing is ima slave 4 u from Britney Spears but we’re gonna pretend it’s reader’s song :3)
“Princess.”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve gone over this part a million times already, you’ve got it down. Can we go home?”
“No not yet I’m trying to figure out how ima go from the chorus to the refrain.”
Miguel let out a huff as you stop at the end of the chorus, your hands flying to your hips as you bit your lower lip in thought. Your choreographer had wanted you to freestyle a bit for the song, but you couldn’t seem to find anything that you thought had work.
“Any ideas?” You asked Miguel as you turned to look at him. Quickly looking back at the mirror in-front of you when he shakes his head, trying to envision your backup dancers behind you as you tried to work something out in your head.
“Can we call it a day now?”
“…Do me a favor and stand here.” You told him as you pointed at the floor. Too in thought to notice the way he rolled his eyes at you as he pushed himself off the wall. Moving to position yourself to the left of him before running towards the chorus again.
“I won’t deny it, I’m not trying to hide it…”Miguel’s eyes widen as you spun around, your back meeting his chest, his hand instinctively moving up to your hip as if to help steady you. “baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me…” Your left hand went up in the air as your right went in front of you, your wrist making circular motions as you sung the line, all while making eye contact with Miguel.
You didn’t get to go to the next line, because Miguel pulled away before you could keep going.
“Hey! I wasn’t done!”
“Well I am. Let’s go.”
You just let out an annoyed huff , before going to pick up your water bottle and following him out of the dance studio.
Hello, I am Ahmed. I am 22 years old. I study medical equipment engineering at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, which was recently destroyed due to the difficult and terrible war that Gaza City is going through.
I had one year left to graduate, but the war destroyed everything. I lost my education, my father lost his job and his small shop.
I hope that you will help me and stand by my side in saving me and my family, starting over, completing my education, and building my life and future after it was destroyed.
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This fundraiser is urgently in need of a boost! Folks, Mahmoud recently contacted me to share his story -> read it here in his own words:
I am Mahmoud Al-Sharif, married and have 3 children, and my wife is about to give birth now with my fourth child.
We are from the Gaza Strip, which suffers from wars. lived through 5 of these wars, and I lost my eyes and fingers hand, and my other eye was damaged.
To date, they have been only able to raise $1,492 USD of the $60,000 they need to cross the border into Egypt and escape the ravages of genocide. Here, Mahmoud hopes that he might get medical treatment for his eye, and that his wife will be able to give birth in a place of safety.
Can you help them by making a donation?
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It is so important to keep sharing their story -> you can follow this family at @mahmoud-sharif. I encourage you to read and reblog their posts, and of course, donate if you are able to do so 💜
I need Miguel content.... Lazy who are some of your favorite writers who write for Miguel?
Hello nonnie 🫶🏽
Pretty much just pick from any of my moots 🥰 feel free to tag in the comments too, I hope I didn't miss anyone 😭 I can only tag a certain number at a time
I do write for Miguel as well. Check out my masterlists if you want.:)
I’ve been seeing a disturbing trend of people bashing fanfic writers for not writing male reader and to that I say fuck off.
1. These writers are dishing out amazing x reader content for FREE. They go out of their way to get creative with the stories and some even take requests for FREE.
2. Nothing is stopping you from writing your own stories. Instead of writing a three page threat to a writer who writes fem reader, why not put that energy into creating your own works, yeah?
adrenaline rushes through your body as you hear miguel's low voice through the door. his words catch you off guarding, making you hesitate at his request. he lightly taps his fingers on the doorframe, waiting as your pause echos in his eardrums.
"mami.. por favor. quiero hablar contigo" he says, in a softer tone. he attempts to twist the locked knob, "open up"
finally giving in, you open it rather slowly, his tall figure instantly taking up your entire view. giving him a short first glance, you stick your head out the door, checking if anyone's lurking on the two of you. relieved that the coast is clear, you quickly grab his arm. "get in" you hush quietly, a low chuckle escaping his mouth as you drag him in the bathroom with you.
locking the door with a click!, miguel stands infront of you as your back leans against the sink, his eyes immediately roaming all over you. getting the long awaited close-up look at you that he's been wanting to get ever since the party's started.
"what are you doin'?" he asks in a calm yet mischievous tone, the corner of his mouth raised. you knew exactly what he meant, but you loved teasing him, making his head spin for you. "what do you mean?" you ask cluelessly, or rather pretend to. he lets out a soft chuckle, taking a step closer to you. "no te hagas la bonita, mi amor. all those looks you've been giving me, touchin' me and all after ignoring me the whole day mm?"
your cheeks heat up from his words, making you a bit flustered, but not enough to make you shut up. "and you're complaining? you were basically doing the same thing" you scoff, looking up at him with a playful smirk.
you grab his hands, pulling him right up against you. you sensually run your hands down from his chest to his stomach. "jus' missed my handsome man" you say softly, looking up at him sweetly. "i missed you baby"
miguel swallows hard at your neediness, your touches and soft spoken voice sending shivers down his body. the effect you have on him is crazy.
he grabs onto your hips, biting his lip slightly. "corazón..." he murmurs under his breath, his half lidded eyes looking at you. "me extrañastes eh?" he asks. "mhm, muchisimo" you whine
he fidgets with the bottom hem of your shirt as you lock your fingers into his belt loops, keeping him close. “tanto así?” he teases, his muscular tall form against you. his hands roam your body, feeling your hips, waist, and chest. his lips make their way to your neck, soft and tender kisses tracing your skin.
tiny whimpers escape your mouth from miguel’s touch, making him smirk. “y’ like that hm?” he murmurs as continues, loving the reaction your giving him.
"miguel..." you murmur, in between kisses. "hm?" he smirks. "que quiere la bebé?" he coos. you reach your hand down towards the bulge in his jeans, "want you to fuck me" you murmur. you turn around and bend over the sink, nudging your backside against him, making his cock twitch in his pants.
"need you so bad, been wanting you all day" you say softly, looking back at him with doe eyes. miguel’s breath hitches in his throat as he takes in the sight in front of him. your pretty face, your figure, the eagerness you have for him to be inside you right then and there. he swear it’s too much for him to handle.
"me vas a matar mami.." he mutters in a low husky voice, running his hands down from your hips to your ass, giving you a spank. his body is completely pressed against your ass, as he leans down against your ear.
"te tengo tan desesperada hm? pobrecita" he murmurs, his hot breath making your skin tingle. your clit pulses just from his hands on your ass and his seductive voice. the way he drives you crazy for the tiniest things is insane.
you whine at his words, getting sexually frustrated from all his teasing. "please, need it. need you" you say sweetly. “paciencia mi reina. i know you do, need you too baby” he murmurs, unbuckling his belt, the clanking sound making your ears ring in delight. he unbuttons his jeans, revealing his grey boxers and his huge bulge protruding through the fabric. you look over your shoulder, getting wetter at the sight of him undressing his lower half.
“needa see you” he says desperately, wrapping his arms around your waist, unbuttoning your shorts. they drop down to your ankles, revealing your black panties. taking a second to admire your ass, he gives it some spanks, making you whimper. “que rica mami”
he pulls down your panties, joining your shorts on the floor. you're already so wet, he doesn't even need to prep you like he usually does, but he needs to. running his finger down your slit, he collects your moisture on his fingertips. "been wanting me to do this all day yeah? have you bent over f’ me, aching for it…” he coaxes softly against your ear, shoving two digits in you.
you moan at the thickness of his fingers. "stop teasing mig, want it already" you mewl, trying to reach your hand out for his cock. he chuckles at your desperate attempt, “shhhh, ya te lo doy preciosa”. miguel aligns himself right up against your cunt, sliding his cock against your clit to collect your slick.
once he pushes inside you, both of you gasp at the feeling. starting off slow, he steadies himself into you, thrusting in and out perfectly as your warmth relishes his cock. “so tight for me baby, fuck” he groans, holding tightly onto your hips, gripping them with his rough hands.
“mmm baby” you whimper softly, trying your hardest not to make a lot of noise, yet the sound of your ass hitting his pelvis didn’t help either.
“n-nena cállate, nos van a escuchar” he stammers. “d-don't care, let them know i’m y-yours” you whine. truth is you would never want to get caught like this, but miguel has you dickmatized from the pleasure he brings you. the way he uses it is nothing compared to any of the other guys you've been with before, not even close.
he throbs from your neediness in your words. “f-fuck” miguel groans breathily as his strokes becoming more sloppy, “can’t be sayin’ things like t-that baby”.
“go h-harder” you plead, holding onto the sink for dear life. “más duro mi amor?” he mutters against your ear. in a quick motion, miguel lifts your leg onto the sink, placing it against the cold tile.
you let out a loud moan from how nice and deep miguel felt in this new position, immediately drawing him to cover your mouth with his palm. “shh shh shh, así corazón” he whispers in your ear, one hand on your raised leg and the other covering your foul mouth. “so pretty like this, mama” he purrs, nuzzling his face into your neck as your muffled whimpers barely escape his hand.
he tries his hardest to be quiet, his mind turning fuzzy from how your pussy feels. whenever the both of you are together like this, miguel forgets about everything else in the world but you. your face, your body, your voice. he's irrevocably entranced by you, always.
you hold onto his forearm as he continues pounding into you, seeing stars from the waves of pleasure running through your body. he removes his hand from your mouth at last, clinging onto your hips for dear life as he's balls deep in you now.
"gonna c-cum" you moan, face down on the sink in between your arms. "i'm s-so close baby, cum for me, wanna feel you" he mutters, his thrusts speeding up, desperate for his release. "ooo-oh" you whimper clenching on him harder, reaching your climax. miguel feels you squeeze around him, giving you three deep thrusts before he empties himself inside you. your legs shake relentlessly, placing one back down on the floor as he stays buried deep inside of you.
breathless in exhaustation and pure bliss, ragged pants escape both of your mouths. he chuckles against your skin, still attempting to catch his breath. "dios mio baby" he murmurs, planting kisses against your shoulder and back. you giggle breathlessly, wiping the sweat off your forehead. finally pulling out of you, he takes a step back just to admire you. "que hermosura...." he whispers as he palms your ass, giving it a soft spank. "miguel!" you exclaim, embarrassed as you feel his eyes on you. he chuckles softly, "don't get all shy on me now".
suddenly, loud chatting and laughs emerge down the hall, anxiety rushing through your veins as you hear your cousin's voice. "shit, i think she's looking for me" you whisper to miguel, scrambling to put your clothes back on. "who?" he whispers, pulling on his boxers as quick as possible.
your fear soon becoming true, someone knocks on the door. "yo, you still in there??" your cousin calls out, amusement in her voice. "fuck" you mutter on your breath, "y-yeah i am!" you say, sounding as casual as possible.
"is that your cousin?" miguel whispers to you, recognizing her voice. you make a "shhh" motion with your finger, not letting him say a peep with her on the other side of the door. "dude, are you in there with andrés???" she laughs, her ear against the door. "WHAT, FUCK NO!!!" you yell irritatedly, miguel furrowing his eyebrows with confusion, "andrés?" he mouths with a grin, making you roll your eyes.
"GIRL i fucking knewww it!" she cackles continuously, "don't worry i'll leave you two alone... we're gonna go to the store anyway, ran out of drinks. byeeeee!" she grins, the sound of her footsteps fading away as she walks back down the hall.
"soooooo, what about andrés huh?" miguel chuckles. "oh, shut the fuck up"
Hello hello everyone! Today is the day our beloved Across the Spider-Verse was released in theaters last year! 🎉 Although I said I would create an edit to celebrate, I wanted to do something more related to the community. So instead, I created a list of amazing writers/content creators who create fics/headcanons/fanart of ATSV characters - mainly Miguel and Hobie 🙈 (several on this list have NSFW content). Please support their work in any way you can (reblogging always helps!).
If you know of any other ATSV writers/content creators, feel free to add to the list by reblogging! I appreciate each and every one of you and I hope you have an incredible week! 🫶💖
Sucking Miguel off while he’s manspreading on the couch. His long fingers in your hair, grasping the back of your head and pulling you down onto him. Drooling and gasping on his dick. Whining when it’s all too much and he grins, letting your head come up for air, watching your eyes flutter as you catch your breath. “Show me you love it, baby…” He husks, adjusting his fingers against your scalp and shuddering when you plant soft suckling kisses to the underside, up to his needy tip. His thumb caressing your cheek as you do it. Clenching his jaw and trying not to burst all over your pretty face. You looking in his dark eyes the whole time. Painting drool on your lips with his dick like lip gloss and kissing all the spots that make him groan and moan. Pushing up on your knees, your elbows on his thighs, sinking your plush lips down him. Hearing him gasp and sigh, his big hands running over your neck and shoulder blades and pushing your hair around to get it out of the way. “Oh you’re such a good girl…” He groans in a breathless whisper, making your pussy ache for him. Holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and bucking his hips up into your sweet soft mouth. Shaky hands on his thick thighs spread around you, squeezing your nails into his skin whenever he’s pushing too deep or hard. His head thrown back on the couch, looking down to keep watching you, getting harder every time he watches himself slip back into your mouth. Knowing no one else can have you like this. No one else can have what’s his. Your pink plush lips, eagerness to please, and big glossy eyes looking right up at him like you’re begging for something. He sits up more, feeling his release coming, building, his abdomen tensing and thighs threatening to close around you. Growling soft and murmuring whimpers of praise over you. His sweet girl sucking him so well. “Baby.” He’d sigh, one leg hooking around the back of your neck, pulling you closer and keeping you there, your hands wrapped around those thick thighs of his as he spurts in your mouth, on your tongue, down your throat.