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4crew · 14 hours

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Tag, you are on it!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Summary: Miguel finds you and Gabriella playing on the backyard. Based on the comic Tag - Pixie and Brutus by @pet_foolery

Warning tags: domestic bliss, fluff, happiness, feel good type, my bad attempt on writing comedy lol

Author's Notes: after being obsessed with this man over a year, i finally joined the fandom (its never too late i guess). hope you enjoy your reading!

Miguel arrives home exhausted from work, taking off his coat and loosening his tie. What an awful day! Between deadlines not being respected and useless meetings taking far too long, Miguel had to stay late to finish a sudden important project. He was fortunate enough to have you pick Gabriella up from school.

You met Gabriella after five months of dating Miguel(and almost two years of knowing each other). "A friend," Miguel explained the first time you met, nervous about his little girl's reaction—a sentiment you also shared, way more desperate for her approval.

Everything went so well; even Miguel felt a little jealous of you, watching his daughter gravitate in your personal space the entire night. Especially when, before you left, he noticed Gabriella waving so you could kneel on her level. She covered your ears with her small hands, whispering as you nodded. Miguel observed quite anxiously, his eyes focused on any reaction. You just opened an enigmatic smirk as if you were teasing him that you could win his daughter so quickly.

Three months after this, Gabriella suddenly asked on a Saturday morning why you hadn't moved in yet, almost causing Miguel to drop the breakfast plate with scrambled eggs he had prepared. You and Miguel tried to explain that you still haven't talked about it yet, and adults can be complicated sometimes.

Besides being Gabriella's new favorite play partner, Miguel hadn't tried to insert you into their daily routine. Not because he didn't trust you, just...Miguel just had to take things slower. His main priority would always be Gabriella, her well-being and happiness. Inserting you into their routine would make it hard for both if you and him didn't work out. And you agreed, understanding as you always were: Gabriella should always be the top priority.

As it happened on one of your previous dates when the nanny called, informing Gabriella had gotten a sudden fever and had puked once. You urged Miguel to leave, telling him you would solve everything at the restaurant. Miguel was so surprised when you appeared in the house thirty minutes late, still dressed in your date clothes, with anxious eyes on the little girl in his arms. You stayed that night, ensuring to leave only after Gabriella's fever got down as she slept in your arms - when she heard your voice, she opened her arms begging for you to hold her.

Gabriella was already too attached, and Miguel was too much in love. That's why he was still unsure when he asked you to pick her up.

When Miguel hears Gabriella's giggle from the backyard, his heart instantly warms. Your capacity to make her laugh made him jealous before. Now, it only makes him fall in love with you even harder. To think there was ever a time Miguel was terrified of what would happen if Gabriella didn't like you.

He follows his favorite sound in the world, his body relaxing. You two seem to be playing tag: Gabriella never seems to catch you, but she doesn't seem to mind just having fun as you run away in the middle of his vast backyard, both barefoot. Miguel slowly joins his daughter, kneeling on her side as she hugs him tightly, all sweaty. "Papi! We are playing a tag game."

"I noticed."

"I don't seem to be able to tag back, though," Gabriella replies, confused in her innocence. As if she could with her small legs. You are still turned around from them, probably catching your breath, unaware of Miguel's presence yet. An idea pops on his mind.

"Tag me."

"What?"

"Tag me." Miguel offers his hand, opening a smile. Gabriella opens a big grin, tagging him.

"So, have you given up, Gabi?" You, still in the middle of the backyard, turn around with a playful smile. It completely disappears from your face as you watch Gabriella tag Miguel instead, your boyfriend slowly raising. A dangerous smile on his lips warning you to run.

You only have one second to react, too slow already, as Miguel starts sprinting in your direction as Gabriella encourages him, excited. Your lungs complain as you run away from him, feeling Miguel hot at your heels. It is the only time you will probably curse his long and strong legs.

You give a quick look over your shoulder, panicking. Miguel has that intense, wild look in his eyes, the one you see when he is determined to get what he wants: to get you. You ignore how your body feels and wonder if you shouldn't just jump in the pool (what a joke, Miguel was a great swimmer as well).

"Behind you." It is the last thing you hear before Miguel pounces on you, managing to do it gently to a round of cheers from Gabriella.

You both fall to the floor, and Miguel turns you around with a frown. "Were you going to jump in the pool?"

"Who, me? Nooo. So you could swim and catch me?!"

"Liar! You were about to jump in the pool!"

"As a distraction, only! You would have jumped straight after me anyway."

"Oh, I would have." He is serious, you know that.

With his body thoroughly pressed against yours, you hug him, "Missed you. How was work?"

“Terrible. As always.”

"As always." You agree, watching his expression change. Miguel suddenly becomes aware of how your body is pressed against his, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. He tries to get away from you, but you don't let him, your arms locking him down, a malicious smile on your face.

"Don't…"

"I am not doing anything."

"Not in front of-"

"Miguel, I am not doing anything!" You giggle, the sensation of a victory spreading against your chest. "You know, I wouldn't do anything in front of-"

You both look toward where Gabriela was standing before to find nothing there. Before you two can even untangle, Gabriella jumps on her father's back, startling you both.

"Tag!"

She immediately jumps away, giggling as she runs inside the house. Miguel sighs, not before your hand cups his cheek so you can look at him. "I will keep her company. It is fine."

"I don't want to impose-"

"Miguel, it is not an imposition. She likes me better anyway."

Miguel gets up from the floor, helping you stand as you watch Gabriella hide behind the sofa, her messy hair and eyes peeking out.

"Are you going to…stay?" Miguel wonders, his tone soft.

"Of course I will. Maybe we can repeat this tag game after Gabriella is asleep?" You offer, bluntly teasing him. "With much less clothes."

You smirk, watching Miguel's mouth drop open. Gabriella calls your name again and you give him a peck on the cheek, before running away to her direction.

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4crew · 14 hours

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄 .ᐟ

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ you never wanted your love to end but you will never be his again. time to say goodbye to the past, to the memories that will always be kept safe in your broken heart.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ angst, established relationship, breakup, relationship negligence, no happy ending

( ꯭♡︎ ) ˖ ࣪ . love note ˒˒ heavily based on “goodbye” by marina, one of my favs of hers. i was feeling sad so i wrote this. ngl i did get a bit emotional writing this. also, first time writing pure angst.

in the beginning, it was all perfect. you found the perfect partner to spend your life with. miguel was a miracle, the light you were seeking for. you were his too, as if you were meant for each other. you truly believed that; believed in love. every minute spent with him was precious, savoring it. he treated you so well, like a man worshipping his queen. such a real gentleman. everything he did always took your breath away, making your heart flutter even if it was the smallest thing. no matter what, even if he got home late, he always made time for you.

but, unfortunately, that changed.

as time went on, three years into the relationship, the rose petals began falling apart one by one in a slow fashion. those late nights of him coming home became a repetitive affair. you would stay up just to see him, not caring if you were losing sleep. once he showed up, a simple kiss on the forehead and a muttered “miss you” were his way of acknowledging you before heading to the bathroom to shower then head straight to bed, not even waiting for you.

this tedious thing continued on. by the time you wake up, empty sheets were beside you. everyday has been spent with loneliness. you knew miguel was a hardworking, dedicated man. he worked at alchemax, a time-consuming job. he was considered one of the best employees so it was expected of him to busy most of the time. but you didn’t think it would lead to him coming home so late. part of you felt selfish because you know how much he loved his job and how important it was. however, you can’t help but miss your boyfriend. even if it was for a few minutes just hugging each other would be enough.

but the petals continued to fall.

the late nights were so tedious to the point you gave up and went straight to bed. miguel would come home so damn late, walking in the door at 4:00 in morning. you stopped leaving leftovers for him since the food you made were untouched and left cold. he was so fucking busy that he started canceling dates, especially last minute. at first, you understood due to his job. but he kept doing it to the point that you got so sick of it. your boyfriend was barely around anymore. you felt so lonely. some nights, tears ran down your face as you softly cried to yourself.

that’s when you realized the spark died.

the relationship was falling apart, crashing down like a paper plane. miguel was neglecting you, neglecting the relationship you built together. it seemed like he was dating his job more than his girlfriend. that’s what pissed you off. you couldn’t take it anymore.

as much as you didn’t want your love to end, you didn’t want to live in this place of isolation and negligence. you had to end it all.

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nervously fiddling with your hands, heart pounding in your chest, you sit at the dining table waiting for miguel to come home. he texted that he got off early, for the first time. that was your green light to tell him it’s over, despite how much you don’t want to. the anxiety flowing through your body makes you a bit nauseous. part of you is afraid of his reaction. but honestly, would he care much since he’s been a neglectful asshole? you just have to wait and see.

the sound of door unlocking makes your heart stop for a moment. with anxious eyes, you watch your boyfriend enter the apartment.

“hola, mi alma.”

the nickname and soft smile on his face hurts you. that’s the first time in two months since he smiled at you, actually happy to see and acknowledge you.

he must’ve notice your anxious expression the way his brows furrowed a bit. “what’s wrong—“

“sit down, miguel.”

tension fills in the room.

with a confused expression, miguel obeys and sits across from you. “¿que pasa, mi amor? did something happen? did someone say something to you? did they hurt you? if they hurt you, i’ll—“

“you hurt me, miguel.”

those mahogany eyes went wide. “wh-what?” he sounds in pure disbelief.

“you’re the who hurt me.” audible pain in your voice, making him flinch. “these past two fucking months have been so shitty. i’ve never felt so miserable.”

miguel was about to say something but you continue on, not giving him the fucking chance.

“i-i feel so fucking alone in this relationship. i’m not even sure if this is a relationship anymore.” you scoff. “because you’ve been neglecting it, neglecting me.”

his stomach drops. oh he fucked up.

“it feels like a one-sided relationship, one-sided love. i’m the only one who’s making an effort, and i’m fucking tired of it, miguel!” you voice raises a bit.

“mi amor, i—“ he chokes. “i-i’m sorry. i didn’t—“

“look,” you cut him off again. “i understand how important your job is. believe me, i tried my best. but you completely forgot there’s more than just your job!” a thin layer of tears begin forming in your eyes. “you come home late and i don’t see you! i wake up and you’re gone! you cancel dates all the time or never show up!” you’re practically shouting.

the tears in your eyes makes his heart crack, making his own swell in tears as well.

“i miss you, miguel! i miss you all the fucking time! i tried to be understanding but i’m fed up!” you cried, a few tears trailing down your flushed cheek.

a single tear drop from his eye falls down his face. his heart breaks at your sad yet truthful words. miguel knew his was way too focused on work. but fuck he didn’t realized how it affected you to the point of making you cry. and he hates it when you cry, especially if it’s him that you made.

“mi amor, i-i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry for making you feel like this. i was so invested with work, i didn’t realized-“

“exactly, you didn’t realized because you were dating your job than your girlfriend.”

that sentence hurts him, because it’s the truth. oh he really fucked up big time.

“i-i…” he struggles to find the right words.

“it’s over, miguel.”

now that shatters his heart completely.

“w-wait, mi amor. please—“ miguel panics, reaching out to you but you back away. his heart breaks more.

you shake your head, tears continuously falling down your cheeks. “it’s over, miguel. i can’t be the only one putting effort into this relationship. i don’t wanna be lonely and ignored anymore.”

now he’s the one crying. “pl-please, mi alma. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. please don’t leave me. i promise to do better, to be better. please, just give me a chance. i need you, i can’t live without you. just please, mi alma. don’t leave me.”

“you’re the one who left me, miguel.”

miguel though his heart couldn’t break even more. he doesn’t want to lose you. he needs you, you’re his anchor, his sole reason to continue on, his reason to work so hard for. but that’s the exact reason why he’s losing you, was too invested in his work that he completely neglected you, the love of his life. pushed your needs and love away. now he has to suffer the consequences. to suffer the one fear he was deeply afraid of: losing you. especially by his own actions.

“i never wanted our love to end.” you flash him a sad smile, tears blurring your vision.

a night of tears, regret and sorrow. after the whole shitshow, you left. you packed all of your stuff because you knew this was your last time in this apartment. you weren’t going to stay any longer. despite how times miguel begged you not to go, even got down on his knees and cried out endless sorrys, you grabbed your bag and left.

miguel cried the entire night.

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it’s been eights months since the breakup. the tearful nights dimmed down but heart still broken. the aftermath is worse than the breakup. broken hearts are quick to burn but slow to heal. you’re not sure how long it will take for yours to heal.

you haven’t seen or spoken to miguel since. it’s ideal of course. after the breakup, you deleted his number and anything associated with him. before you did, he messaged you about giving him a chance to talk, to express his regret but you didn’t allow that. you were smarter than that. despite how much you still love him, you can’t let him in again. you can’t go through tears again, it would break you even more.

you truly never wanted your love to end. it was perfect from the start but not everything has a happy ending. that’s how life is. but your love is safe inside your memories, stored away in the back.

in the end, you will never be his again.

he had to say goodbye to the girl that he lost.

as you take one final look at pictures of you and miguel that were taken during your relationship before deleting them, you tell yourself one thing.

goodbye, my friend.

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4crew · 14 hours

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Had to do a double take……….

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4crew · 2 days

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Hiii cherryy><!!

I LOVE your blog, ur writing is just soo good!! <3 I hope you're doing well!!

I was just wondering if you could possibly do a Miguel x virgin!reader ? Only if your comfortable and have time ofc!! And when I mean inexperienced.. I mean INEXPERIENCED . like never even had an orgasm before ><.. (I KNOT IT MAY BE KINDA WEIRD?? SRRYY!!!)

I asking this mostly bc I am one and like I'm WAY to shy to try anything, but the thought of Miguel guiding me thru it is just so 😵‍💫🧎‍♀️

AAAAAAAAAA

ANYWAYY thanks cherry ><!!! I hope you have a good day/night!!

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x virgin!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Guided Masturbation, Fingering

Summary: The key is to be gentle

A/N: It’s not weird at all, love!

Word Count: 730 (Not Edited)

Gentle.

He has to remind himself to be gentle. Has to remind you to be gentle. That this has to be gentle. Gentle and delicate and soft. No matter how hard and rough and fast he wants to be with you. It’ll have to wait. He’ll have to be patient. Because it isn’t about him, it rarely is when it comes to you. So, he’ll be gentle.

He’ll be soft when he lays you flat on the neatly made bed. His touch light when he helps pull the clothes from your body. His eyes concentrate as he spreads your legs, making sure not to strain your joints. Rubs soothing circles into the skin of your thighs to release the lasting tension stemming from your spine. The only roughness coming from the calluses on the tips of his fingers as he circles them around your wrist, guiding your hand between your legs. The hitching of his breath is faint as his eyes follow the movement of your fingers, the caressing of wet skin covering the noise.

“Gentle, cariño,” His voice floats, the tiniest pressure stopping the clumsy movements of your fingers.

You’re pressing too hard, irritating your sensitive skin too much. He guides two of your fingers with one of his, bringing it back to your twitchy clit. He makes soothing circles around the bud, biting the side of his cheek when you let out soft gasps as the pleasure you were trying to find flinches through you. Your fingers continue the movement even when he pulls his away.

“There you go, just like that.” He praises, placing a kiss to the inside of your knee.

You whine, confidence washing over your body before you trail your fingers further down. You wince the moment you try to stuff both of them through your small hole and Miguel tusks.

“I just told you to be gentle,” He scolds, pulling your hand away despite the whimper of disapproval you let out.

He folds your hand, the wetness on your fingers smearing on his palm. He slowly slides your middle finger back through your hole, your walls accepting it easily. You gasp, your hips bucking as your brows furrow. Miguel smiles as you melt into the bed, your finger slowly pumping in and out of you. Miguel’s hand once again manipulates your hand, your fingers curling against your walls. Miguel basks in your surprised reaction, guiding your pointer finger to press against your entrance.

It slides in much easier than the last time, your pleasure doubling. Your teeth sink into your lip to prevent the desperate noise that threatens to leave you. Right before you cut into the soft flesh, Miguel’s thumb tugs it away. It allows the sweet note to spawn from your mouth, your fingers curling and pumping desperately inside your gummy walls. It’s a truly beautiful sight, and Miguel can’t help it. His hand pulls your fingers out of you, ignoring your pleas of protest. Your taste is warm and sweet in his mouth, and he hums around your fingers. His tongue feels strange around your fingers, but you can’t help but think about how it would feel around somewhere else.

Your thought is cut off when two- no one- of his fingers sink into you. It’s slightly bigger than the two fingers you stuffed yourself with, and you squirm. Miguel hisses, your tight walls pulsing around his digit. You’re so tight, he can’t imagine feeding you his cock when you’re so small. His finger curls, pressing into your walls in an effort to allow more space. You gasp, grabbing at his arm as your body spasms. This feels way better than what you imagined, better than what you could ever do to yourself. You can feel tears well up in your eyes as something tight and hot burns your stomach.

“Mig..I-” You gasp, your back arching as your body locks.

You scream silently as you gush around his finger, your body twitching as Miguel continues curling his finger. He only stops when your body collapses back onto the bed, harsh breaths rising and falling from your sweaty chest. Miguel’s finger slowly slips out of you, your walls clinging desperately around it until it escapes with a small pop. The finger glistens with your release, and your eyes droop as Miguel sucks it into his mouth.

Nice and gentle.

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4crew · 5 days

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓐 𝓟𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝓞𝐅 𝓐𝐑𝐓 .ᐟ

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ bio prof!miguel 𝓍 art prof!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ the university hired a new art professor. she is the talk of the town, capturing everyone’s attention, especially the handsome biology professor.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ college!au, coworkers to lovers, pure fluff, sorta slow-burn, some swearing, miguel is smitten af

( ꯭♡︎ ) ˖ ࣪ . love note ˒˒ there aren’t many professor!miguel x professor!reader fics out there so i decided to write one. ♡

after a long yet dreadful lecture, his morning class was his least favorite and includes some of his least favorite students, it was finally break time. stirring his freshly made coffee with a spoon, miguel takes a sip. a low hum of approval escapes him, pleased with the taste of the sugar and cream within the coffee. he remains standing by the counter, avoiding the other professors in the lounge. it’s not that he doesn’t necessarily likes his colleagues, well there were a few that were a pain in the ass, he’s just not a big social guy. in full honesty, he is only friends with two colleagues. other than that, no one else.

he lives on his own, making bank as a biology professor and occasionally boxes. hardly goes out because that isn’t his thing and sees no point of doing so. plus the amount of lab reports and projects he grades always keeps him occupied. boxing at the local boxing place that’s a few blocks away from his apartment building is the only time he has for himself. just a simple man living his life.

although, his love life says a different story. miguel can’t even recall the last time he engaged with a woman. maybe months? or possibly a year? in conclusion, it’s been a hot minute. it’s not that he’s desperate. his job has been kicking his ass, always keeping him busy that he doesn’t have time to date.

while thinking about the upcoming project he has planned, a slightly aggressive pat on the shoulder snaps him out of his thinking.

“so, how was the morning class?” peter, a physics professor and one of the two friends/colleagues, asked with a sly smirk on his face.

miguel lets out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes. “you know the answer to that, parker.” he takes another sip of his coffee.

“aw come on. is it really that bad? or maybe you’re just a shitty professor and are the reason why you have least favorite students.” peter jokes.

the tall brooding man shoots him a glare, earning a chuckle from his colleague.

peter raise his hands in the air as a sign of defense. “relax, miguel. try living up for once.” he lets out another chuckle at the end.

before he could answer back, the sounds of gasps and excitement comes from the entrance of the lounge room. miguel turn his head in that direction to find several colleagues huddled around something. his brows furrowed in confusion when he can’t see whatever is attracting attention. just as one person moves to the side, the center of attention is revealed.

a woman dressed in a cozy outfit with little white heels, hair flowing down freely. you greet the staff members with a gentle smile, appreciating their kind greetings and welcomes. of course as your first day, you’re a bit nervous but the kindness and empathy from others calms you a little. maybe it’ll be okay.

the way miguel’s eyes dilated drastically at the sight of you. his lips partially opened in pure astonishment. wow he discovered the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. can beauty even describe you the best? the way your lips curl up into a smile just warms his heart, or practically his entire soul. he doesn’t even know you yet he’s completely mesmerized.

“oh yeah, that’s the new art professor. [y/n] [l/n]. heard she’s very nice.” peter said before taking a sip of his coffee, making miguel snap out of trance.

what a beautiful name, truly compliments with your angelic face. and an art professor? it suits you, based off on your appearance. miguel is utterly captivated, enthralled by you. wow — he has never felt like this about a woman before and that surprises him. sure, he had his share in the past but this was different. you are like the rare, hidden flower in the garden that hasn’t been picked yet but too fragile to be picked at all. you are the sun that shines vibrantly after a thunderstorm, providing such warmth and light.

you are a piece of art.

suddenly, the immense desire to reach out to you consumes miguel entirely. he yearns to speak with you, to know about you. although, considering it’s been a long time since he had done that sorta thing, he feels a bit anxious to do so.

nevertheless, you captured his attention.

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that opportunity came quick when he caught you in the teacher’s lounge again one day. surprisingly, you both take your lunch break at the same time. while engaging in a conversation with his other friend and fellow colleague jessica, a political science professor, his eyes lit up slighty as you entered the room. whatever jessica was babbling about was completely blocked out in his ears, his eyes solely fixated on you. miguel’s brows furrowed a little as he watched you pick an empty table near the back corner. deep in his heart, he wanted you to sit with him so you wouldn’t be alone. his expression didn’t go unnoticed by jessica, causing her to raise a brow at him. turning around to see what got his attention, the invisible light bulb on top of her head turned on.

“you should ask if she wants to join us.” she suggests, turning back and continues eating her pasta without making eye contact with him.

his eyes snap back at her, eyebrows raised in surprise. “what?”

the woman rolled her eyes in annoyance. she isn’t blind, she knew of miguel’s little crush on you ever since she caught him staring at you one day in the hallways. “just go over and ask, you dumbo.”

miguel shoots her a deadpanned look. yeah, if only it were so easy, he thought. why is he so hesitant, anxious to ask a person a simple question? however, you weren’t just a regular person to him, were you?

before he could answer back, his eyes turns to you as you walked past his table and head over to the counter. miguel slightly turns to the observer you. he definitely didn’t expect you to walk past him, which surprised him wholeheartedly. what he didn’t see though is the smirk on jessica’s face.

using the microwave, you placed the small container of teriyaki chicken and white rice inside. after warming it up for a minute, you take it out and stir it with a fork to balance out the temperature so one side isn’t hotter than the other.

just as you’re walking back to your table, jessica kicks miguel’s leg under the table as a sign for him to ask you the damn question. he quickly shoots her a glare, which she returns one as well. knowing how stubborn he is, jessica decides to do it for him.

“hey, you’re [y/n], right? the new art professor?” she asked with a gentle smile.

you stop in your tracks, right in front of their table. “oh yes!” you chirped, returning the smile.

what a heavenly voice, miguel thought. it smooths his ears gracefully. it would definitely ease his workaholic mind in an instant.

“nice to meet you, [y/n]. i’m jessica but you can call me jess. this is miguel.” she gestured at the broad man sitting across from her.

you turn and flash him a kind smile.

his heart fluttered and cheeks flushed at the sight of your gorgeous smile. he is such a bashful mess. you’re even more beautiful up close.

“you would like to sit with us? we know you’re new here and thought you could use some friends.” jessica elaborated, really emphasizing on the ‘we’ which earned her a glare from miguel.

your eyes lit up at the suggestion, smiling. “oh sure! how nice of you guys! lemme just go grab my stuff real quick.” you said before walking away, heading back to the table to gather your belongings.

jessica turns to face miguel. “you’re welcome.” she said flatly before taking a bite of her pasta.

miguel rolled his eyes in annoyance, upset that jessica did the simple task he was supposed to do and yet — he couldn’t. damn his anxiety. although, he is pleased that you agreed sit with them. maybe now he’ll get the chance to get to know you. he should probably thank jessica afterwords.

you return with your tote bag and sat down in the free seat between miguel and jessica. his eyes followed your every movement, secretly admiring you. he can’t help the feeling of his heart beating faster now that you’re right there, in front of him in all of your glory. as you babbled about yourself, miguel was attentive to every word, learning all the things about you. he could listen to you all the time, your angelic voice soothes him. his heart warmed at the sight whenever you smiled while talking about your hobbies and things you’re passionate about.

he admired the beautiful artwork in front of him.

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things got more intriguing when you stumbled upon his classroom one day. he was in the middle of grading lab reports when he heard heels clicking and a knock of the door. turning his head in that direction, miguel found you standing in the doorway with a smile that graced your gorgeous lips.

“hey, sorry for bothering you.” you said sweetly.

“you’re never a bother.” he replied quickly, offering a small smile in return. miguel truly meant that; you were never a bother. he’d stop whatever he’s doing and put all of his attention on you.

“i accidentally brought too much pasta and i don’t wanna waste it. plus, i assume you haven’t eaten since you weren’t at the lounge today. do you want the rest?” you asked with a soft smile, holding up the small plastic container in your hand.

god miguel fell even harder for you than he already did in the beginning. what a kindhearted and caring soul. he didn’t even realized that he hasn’t eaten or brought anything yet you remembered and were kind enough to offer your leftover pasta.

“that’s kind of you. are you sure?” miguel asked.

you softly smiled at him. “of course. can’t leave with an empty stomach, need the energy.” you walk over to his desk and hand over the container of pasta.

his heart fluttered when you approached, faint stains of pink on his cheeks. his eyes land on the container, gingerly taking it from your grasp. his fingers lightly brushed against yours, feeling your soft skin which made his heart jump in anticipation.

“thank you.” he mirrors your smile, reflecting the kindness you offered to him.

you simply smile with a nod before walking out of his classroom, leaving him smitten to the core.

that was beginning of your bond.

the next encounter was during your lunch break, which both of your breaks happen to be at the same time, miguel caught you sitting by yourself in the lounge peacefully eating while writing something in a planner of sorts. he build the courage and took the chance to approach you. his heart fluttered the moment your eyes perked up when you saw him, that beautiful smile on your glossy lips. you immediately said yes for him to sit with you which made miguel happy.

“writing down something important?” he asks softly, pointing at your planner.

you nod happily with a hum. “just writing down things i need to do for the week. i really like planners, they’re such a great tool. plus, i’m a very organized person so i like to write out schedules and stuff.”

wow just by how you explained in such a simple gentle way yet hints of passion in your tone is so captivating to him. miguel admires that trait of yours, organization is an important skill for maintaining your lifestyle. he values that skill as well but probably not as well and neat like you. he continues to be enthralled by you.

“i’m organized also. well, i try to be but all the grading and assignments have been—“

“time consuming.” you finish his sentence with that iconic soft smile that always warms his heart.

miguel stares at you astonishingly for a moment but ultimately smiles back. you truly understand the difficulties of balancing work and personal affairs as a professor yourself. honestly, any worker would understand. jobs are undoubtedly time consuming but never forget to focus on your personal life.

you two share a moment of pleasant silence, a mutual understanding while smiling at each other.

“so what inspired you to purse a passion for art?” miguel was very curious to know how you developed such a passion with art. even though science is his main route, he likes learning about other subjects especially those he isn’t fully familiar with. art is one of them and miguel would love to know from you.

he didn’t miss the way your smile grew bigger at the question. “since i was a child, i drew a lot. my parents told me i had a gift, how creative i was in my drawings even at a young age. in school, whenever i was bored or done with an assignment, i would doodle in my notes and people would compliment on my drawings. as i grew, my skills improved then i realized that what i wanted to do in my life.”

miguel was attentive to every word and was still amazed by you. he could imagine the amount of pages with your little drawings inside. they would be in the corners if they were small, on the center if they were big. he noticed you wear floral print commonly so miguel assumed most drawings were flowers.

you are a flower; a very elegant one.

“wow that’s amazing, truly inspiring and admirable. i don’t doubt your talent, your work must be incredible.” miguel said sincerely with a smile.

a bashful smile creeps onto your lips, very faint hints of blush on your cheeks. “you’re too kind, thank you. i want to reflect my passion onto my students, inspiring them to develop a passion of their own. to show how admirable yet alluring art can be.“

how passionate you are with your work captivates him in so many ways. how brightly you smile, the softness in your tone, your gorgeous eyes lighting up with each phrase. he adores it so much.

it’s like miguel is looking at a piece of art right in front of him.

a piece of artwork he deeply admires.

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one day, you took miguel to an art museum since he revealed he has never visited one before. he was captivated by every piece. a smile formed on your face when you watched him stare in awe at an oil painting of still-life flowers. those brown irises tracing each detail of the beautiful painting. the texture, emphasis, contrast, and value. the vibrant colors and how beautifully blended they are. you explained to miguel the principles of art and elements of design, providing a little art lesson. you could tell he was truly fascinated by it all.

you head over to the sculpture section to look at iconic greek, egyptian and roman sculptures. you glance at a greek sculpture, admiring its beauty. you elaborate on the significance of nudity in ancient greek art, the male form as the true peak human form. miguel was truly astonished by that information but mainly with your knowledge.

“you would be a perfect greek sculpture.” you whispered, leaning a bit towards him.

he looks at you with a little smirk, amused by your comment. “really?”

you nod with a smile, titling your head a bit. “greek sculptors would’ve adored, admired your form. they would probably say you are the perfect form.”

that smirk turned into a smile, mirroring yours. “would probably take ages to sculpt me.” a low chuckle escaped his plump lips, making you chuckle as well which warmed his heart.

“maybe but it would be worth it.” you softly smile.

after your little art adventure, it was miguel’s turn to share his passion. he brought you to his classroom to demonstrate a lab his students recently did. you sat and observed his work, admiring how passionate and concentrating he is. it was clear miguel wanted to impress you, and in fact he did which he was proud of. biology is an incredible topic, how extraordinary living organisms truly are.

“it’s so extraordinary.” you commented while looking at cells through a microscope.

“it is, huh?” miguel quirks an eyebrow with arms folded over his chest, a smile gracing his lips as he watches you from the side.

you nod as you look up from the microscope, mirroring his smile. “yes, biology or science in general is just extraordinarily fascinating.”

he can’t help but smile more at your comment, how sweetly you talk about his passion as if it’s yours as well. miguel was seriously head over heels for you.

“so is art.” he said softly, smiling.

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onwards, you two would hangout together in the teachers lounge or in each other’s classrooms during whenever you two weren’t teaching. you got to know one another. each others hobbies, families, friends, movies and shows you enjoy. surprisingly, you have a few things in common, especially in movies. both of you are suckers for sci-fi and thriller films. when you mentioned your favorite movie was terminator, oh miguel started babbling like crazy and conversing with you how fantastic of a movie it is. you two were really engaged in that conversation. miguel was more fond of you than ever, pleased to know you two share common interests. you could say the same as well. you enjoyed spending time with him, discussing topics you both enjoyed. you grew fond of him too.

as time went, you two continued hangout even outside of working hours. you’d spend time at cafés, restaurants, or at each other’s homes. it was a beautiful bond, such a deep connection you two possessed. you continued learning new things about each other during these cute outings. miguel never felt so alive and human. it was refreshing to be not cooped up in his apartment, grading assignments during unholy hours. free from torment, a prison. hanging out with you, he felt happy and comfortable. talking to someone who radiates kindness, who views him not as a coworker but as a person. miguel never felt so vulnerable valued by anyone. that made him realize he was falling in love with you.

after much time of those special bonding days, your true feelings were finally revealed. during one night in miguel’s apartment while watching a movie and sipping coffee, he confessed his feelings. when he did, he was anxious for your reaction. negative thoughts plagued his mind. what if you didn’t feel the same? what if you only view him as a friend and nothing more? luckily, those thoughts were proven wrong when you confessed the same feelings too. miguel had never felt so happy in his life.

that was the moment you shared your first kiss.

and from that moment onwards, you and miguel spent the rest of your lives together in pure happiness and everlasting love.

two souls together in a beautiful painting.

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓐𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝓟𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐎 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 ┆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ charro!miguel 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ you and miguel have to confront your father about your love affair. arguments and misunderstandings unravel. he learns the truth and things take a turn.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ fluffy beginning, angst, arguments (not super serious tho), swearing, pet names, spanish terms, mentions of arranged marriages, confessions

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it was too late. you and miguel were caught; in bed together. at least it’s your mother. it would be yours, and miguel’s, funeral if your father was the one to walk in. luckily, he is at the ranch with carlos like usual. it’s just you and your mother is always, with miguel as a special guest. a very special guest.

“mamá i—“ you try explaining yourself, or at least come up with an excuse but she cuts you off.

“no no! uh lo siento, mija!” she avoids your gaze, feeling embarrassed. “i’ll just — leave you two be.” she offers a weak smile then quickly shuts the door.

you and miguel lay in awkward silence, both of your faces flushed like tomatoes. you finally turn and look at each other, holding each other’s gaze for a moment until bursting into laughter. it echos your room, bouncing off the four walls. it’s been a while since you had a good laugh. you love it even more since miguel is with you indulging in it.

“well, that went well.” miguel said sarcastically, followed by a low chuckle.

you giggle, covering your embarrassed flushed face with your hands. “i can’t believe that just happened.” a sigh spills form your lips. “she’s gonna kill me later.”

he turns to you, gently taking your hands and pry them away from your face. “if she did, she probably would’ve have done it already.” he gives your hands a gentle squeeze, a grin on his face.

you laugh, knowing he’s right. “true pero she’s a latina mom, there’s no freebies.”

miguel chuckles, shaking his head. “verdad, huh?”

you nod while giggling. “we should probably get dressed before things get more awkward.”

“sí pero…” he tenderly caresses your exposed arm, leaning a bit closer. “i wanna spend more time alone together, un ratito.” he whispers with a grin, wrapping an arm around you and gently pulling you closer towards him by the waist.

“miguel…” you softly whine with a giggle, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp.

“un ratito, hermosa. por favor.” miguel pleads, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

how can you say ‘no’ to this handsome man with his adorable pleading? oh your heart melts; you truly love this man with all of your heart.

“okay.” you said softly with smile, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

miguel wraps his arm around you, holding you close as you two embrace each other for some time. it feels like pure heaven, being in the arms of your love one. you feel each other’s warmth, providing such comfort. it’s a comfortable silence between you two, just simply appreciating each other’s presence.

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after a few minutes of cuddling, you and miguel finally get dressed. you decide to rewear that white dress from the other day. miguel revealed that he adores that dress on you so you wear it for him. after you both got dressed, you head downstairs to meet up with your mother, who’s probably still in shock. things are about to get awkward; you dread it.

you head over to the kitchen where you find your mother cooking breakfast. classic huevos con jamón along with tortillas. it’s one of your favorite breakfast dishes. plus, your mom is the best cook ever so everything she makes always turn out amazing.

as she places several tortillas in a little cloth, she noticed you and miguel arriving. “oh! buenas dias, mijos! comida esta listo.” she said anxiously, clearly still shocked from the intrusion earlier.

you and miguel share an awkward glance at each other. the awkward fills in the room; you can feel it. while your mom finishes up prepping the table, you decide to break the silence and speak.

you clear your throat. “um… mamá?”

she stops and looks up at you, knowing what you are planning to say.

anxiety flows through your veins. you suddenly start fiddling with your hands, a coping mechanism. you inhale a deep breath. “mamá… lo siento about—“

“it’s okay, mija.” your mom cuts you off, smiling.

both you and miguel look at her with shocking expressions, practically dumbfounded.

“pero mamá—“ you try explaining yourself but she kindly cuts you off again as she walks over to you.

“estas bien, mi cielo.” she gently takes your hands, giving them a loving squeeze. “you don’t have to worry. although i don’t necessarily like the idea of mi hija con un niño in bed together en mi casa—“

a flash of guilt forms on miguel’s face. you, on the contrary, feel the heat rising in your face. a flashback of the incident plays in your mind. dear lord, you’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life.

“pero i can’t intervene with true love.” a warm, reassuring smile graces her lips.

you and miguel look up at her in surprise. the tension illustrated on your faces faded. brows raised, mouth agape and eyes widen. true love. mothers always speak the truth and are observant. she wasn’t lying, it was true love. she had known this entire time. and who she is to stop it? love is a powerful force.

she softly chuckled at both of your reactions. “i’ve known this entire time, siempre. you two love each other very much and no one can’t say otherwise.” she offers a soft smile before continuing on. “i know this ridiculous arranged marriage tú papá set up messed up everything. i’m still trying to convince him to change his mind pero you know how stubborn he is.”

you let out a soft chuckle, nodding your head. your dad is one stubborn man, like majority are. but, you really wish he would be understanding. you are a young woman, an adult capable of making decisions for herself, living a life on your own terms. you will always be his little girl, but you’re also grown up. he needs to be respectful of your feelings and decisions. all you wish is for him is to understand.

“gracias, mamá. for everything, for always being on my side and i appreciate it mucho.” you said sweetly, bits of joyful tears swelling in your eyes.

“siempre, mi niña. para siempre.” your mom pulls you into a loving embrace. then, you two pull from the embrace and she looks up at miguel. “i’ve always liked you since the beginning, miguel. you have always been a gentleman and i knew you would be a good man para mi hija.” she offers a kind smile.

“gracias, señora. en serio. i appreciate your kind words, it means very much a mi. i promise to care and love for your daughter.” miguel gently wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close to him.

“oh lo sé, mijo. i believe and trust you con todo. all i wish is for you two to be happy.” she warmly smiles at the both of you, adoring the sight in front of her.

the both of you return the smile before turning to look at each other, smiling at one another.

“now, we just have to confront your father.” miguel said, offering a weak smile. oh he is a bit anxious about the future discussion but he is willing to fight for love, for you. no matter what.

that smile weakens at the thought of the eventual conversion with your father. like mentioned before, all you wish for is for him to be understanding.

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later that day, in the evening, your dad and carlos return from the ranch. you wait anxiously in the kitchen, fiddling with your hands while your rapid beating heart consumes you entirely. miguel remains by your side, comforting you with whispers of love and gentle touches. god you love this man so dearly.

the door cracks open, your father and brother entering the house. both men head towards the kitchen, awaiting for what possible meal awaits them. but, only to find you and miguel standing next to each other with his arm wrapped around your waist, a sense of pride. this makes your father stop in his tracks, a frown forming on his face. the wrinkles on his forehead are visible. carlos stands off to the side, a concern yet anxious look on his face, knowing what is about to happen.

“por qué este güey esta en mi casa?” your father hissed, words so vile as he points at miguel with his sombrero. he is definitely not pleased.

“porque this man is the love of my life.” you state firmly, a serious expression illustrated on your face.

you witness his eyes widen in pure disbelief, fists clenched at his sides and furrowed brows. oh he is truly pissed off. your dad quickly shoots a light glare at miguel then at the arm wrapped around your waist. oh he dislikes the sight in front of him.

“he isn’t the love of your life. you’re engaged, to a better man than he is. a man who’ll treat you right.” your dad states with a stern tone.

“miguel treats me right.” you take a step forward. “no other man will ever treat me right como él. he has shown kindness and respect. he makes me feel loved and appreciated. i don’t wanna marry someone who won’t offer the same like him, who’s not him.”

you pause for a moment, allowing him to digest your word but you continue on anyways.

“i’m in love with him, i want to spend the rest of my life con él, and you can’t interfere with true love, papá.” you finished, a bit out of breath.

your father stands there in silence, speechless. that frown on his face fades a little. the anger expression softens a bit, possible defeat but also remorseful. he averts his gaze from you, glancing down at the floor.

this was his chance to defend himself. miguel takes a step forward with pride, standing beside you as he gently takes your hand in his. “señor, con respeto, i understand your suspicions about me pero you’re wrong. i love your daughter. i treat her con respeto and love. she has brought light into my life. she should be allow to love whoever she chooses and makes decisions for herself. pro favor, señor, if you wish her happiness, cancel the marriage.”

silence fills the room. anxiety flows through your veins, your rapid heartbeat echos in your ears. miguel senes your stressed out state, causing him to give your hand a loving squeeze as comfort. your father remains silent, his gaze still fixated on the floor as he rubs his temples with a hand. a sigh escapes him.

“you love him?” he finally speaks as he looks up to meet your gaze, breaking the anxiety-filling silence.

you nod quickly. “sí, con todo.”

another sigh escapes him, slowly nodding. “pues… since he makes you happy, then that’s all that matters.” he rest his hands on his hips.

a huge feeling of relief washes over you and miguel, even your mom as well. the tension in the room fades away. a great weight on your shoulders now gone. your wish came true; he accepted and understood.

the corner of your lips curl up into a smile as you take a step towards him. “gracias, papá.” you wrap your arms around him, hugging him.

your father reciprocates, embracing you in his arms. “perdóname, mija. lo siento mucho, para todo. i just wanted you to be happy and have a good life with the right person. pero, it seems like you already have.”

you pull away from the embrace as your father shifts his gaze to miguel with an apologetic look. “i was wrong about you. you are a good man, miguel, para mi hija. i was just selfish and ignorant. perdóname.”

miguel takes a step forward, shaking his head. “you were merely protecting her like any father would. entiendo, señor.” he offers a reassuring smile.

your father simply nods but still has that apologetic expression intact. “it was still wrong of me for mistreating you like a vile animal.”

a low chuckle escaped miguel’s lips, shaking his head a little. “todo bien, señor.”

the man nods in return, offering an apologetic smile before turning to you. “lo siento mucho, mija.”

“it’s okay, papá.” you smile as a sign of reassurance.

everything is resolved. the misunderstandings finally unraveled and settled. it seems like the arrangement is now finally over, abolished and forgotten. you regain your freedom; your world now restored.

your mom walks over, strolling up by your dad’s side and stands beside him with an arm linked around his. “well, now that everything’s resolved, we must start planning your guys’ wedding.”

you blink for a second, staring at her with confusion or more so surprised. “mande?”

“oh sí, we must get a head start.” your dad indulges with your mom’s suggestion, a little smile on his lips.

are they being serious? a wedding? a true, real wedding? oh your mind is going wild at the thought. you already envision yourself in a white gown. the church filled with friends and family. your father walking you down the aisle. miguel waiting for you, looking handsome in his charro suit. oh your heart flutters, how perfect it will be. you can’t wait.

laughter echos the room, bouncing off the walls. miguel wraps an arm around you, holding you close as you all indulged in laughter.

you and miguel are getting married.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ┆ 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ charro!miguel 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ the entire village attends the charrería show. afterwards, it’s the famous party at the o’haras. you and miguel grow more closer during the party.

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today is charrería, the famous traditional rodeo. the entire village attends. excitement and anticipation fills the arena. traditional music plays, food and drinks provided. you and your family are seated in the fourth row. your dad and carlos munch on elotes while you enjoy a churro. you can never pass by a churro, or a concha if they sold them.

after some time of waiting and everyone settled in their seats, the show begins. the charros enter the arena, making the audience cheer and clap.

you spot the o’hara brothers, the third ones to enter the arena. the audience go berserk, lots of whistles and cheers. your eyes dilate in pure delight at the sight of miguel. oh how handsome he looks in his attire, despite the fact he wears it all the time. he just looks even more attractive when he participates in charrería, seeing him in action.

after a few moments of preparation, the show actually begins. your eyes focus on miguel during the entirety of it, sometimes gabriel as well. you root for the brothers, cheering and squealing in enthusiasm like majority of the audience were.

throughout the show, miguel would occasionally make eye contact with you. either a grin or a smirk would appear on his face, knowing you are impressed by his skills. every time you attended a show, he always show off. he adored the way your eyes widen in surprise, lips apart or curled into a smile when watching him do his stunts. the gasps you let out whenever he does a risky move.

after 2 hours, the show concludes and everyone exits the arena. you wanted to stay afterwards to see miguel, congratulate him and gabriel, but you had to leave to get ready for the party. luckily, it’s at their home so you’ll have the chance to.

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after returning home to change, you and your family head over to the o’hara ranch for la fiesta. you choose to wear an ruffled red dress and a pair of matching heels. matching red lipstick to compliment your outfit. your hair hangs down gracefully with curls. as the fashionista you are, you want to appear stylish.

the ranch is packed with fellow residents of the village. not only indoors but also the backyard, the focal point of the party. live mariachi performs on a tiny stage near the back. a group of people dance in front of them, creating a small dance floor. numerous tables spread out across the yard, people eating and conversing with each other. off to the side is the food, several tables with displays of food. some basics such as carne asada, frijoles, tamales, enchiladas, arroz con chicken, tortas, and pazole. the drinks consist of water, jamaica, horchata, and beer. as for desserts: typical flan, empanadas, and tres leches cake. the menu is absolutely delicious.

while your parents greet other people, you wander off to the backyard. you glance around the area, recognizing several faces. as you continue wandering around, multiple young men gawk at you, enthralled by your beauty in the red dress. you feel their eyes on you, making you blush at the thought. some walk past you, tipping their sombreros with a smile, presenting themselves as the gentlemen they are. of course as the kind soul you are, you return the same kindness with a smile as acknowledgment.

making his appearance, miguel steps foot into the yard. he wears a dark blue charro outfit, replacing his typical black one. as he walks, his eyes scan the area looking one special person. guests greet him as he passes by, offering them a brief smile while continuing on searching for one particular person. then, his eyes catch a glimpse of red in the sea of people. there you are, standing near the dance floor glancing around. his eyes dilate drastically, lips apart in utter astonishment. you appear like a beautiful red rose in a garden. a rose so delicate, so precious to not dare to pick. how breathtaking and gorgeous you look in red; definitely one of your best colors. it highlights your beautiful skin and hair gracefully. miguel could feel the heat in his face and chest, heart fluttering at the sight of you. is it possible to fall for someone even more than before?

completely hypnotized by your beauty, miguel finally begins moving towards your direction. he tries his best to not collide with others as he approaches you. the closer he gets, the heat in his chest increases as a sign of nervousness. he is blinded by love. you are facing the opposite direction, your back to him as miguel approaches you. instead of tapping your shoulder, he decides to be a bit sneaky just to earn a cute little reaction from you.

“te ves muy linda, señorita.” miguel whispers seductively with a grin, hands behind his back.

a shiver creeps down your spine at the sound of a very familiar baritone voice, causing you to turn around swiftly. “oh! gracias, miguel.” you blush at the compliment, softly smiling in response.

oh how handsome he looks in that dark blue suit. it compliments him better than his black one. but full honesty, miguel appears handsome in any clothing.

he got that cute reaction like he wanted, causing him to smile. “te gusta la fiesta so far, hermosa?” miguel asks, a grin gracing his lips.

you nod with a bashful smile. “sí, elegant as always.”

miguel smiles in return. his gaze quickly shifts to the dance floor then back to you. an idea pops in his mind; an opportunity he can’t miss. he extends out his left hand. “quieres a bailar conmigo?”

a surprise expression illustrates on your face, your heart skipping a beat. miguel, the most handsome man in the village, asking you for a dance? it feels like a dream. you can’t pass this opportunity.

“i would love to.” you softly answer with fluttering lashes, tenderly taking his hand.

a spark ignites between you two the moment your hands interlock with each other. the size difference is amusing yet adorable, how gigantic his hand is compared to your smaller one.

giving your hand a gentle squeeze, miguel slowly guides you to the dance floor. his eyes never leaves you. once you two settled on the dance floor before the next song plays, he wraps his right hand around your waist while his left remains interlocked with your right. your body shivers at sensation, causing you to inhale sharply. you rest your left hand on his shoulder. as the mariachi begins the next song, your bodies start swaying together in harmony. miguel leads while you follow along. it’s not that you don’t know how to dance, you’re just super nervous since you’re dancing with the man of your dreams.

the two of you continue swaying together. you struggle to maintain eye contact, considering that you’re so flustered by the proximity. this didn’t go unnoticed by miguel, which he finds it utterly adorable. him, on the other hand, is also a nervous reck. he is dancing with the woman he loves, of course he’s experiencing with these emotions and feelings. these feelings encourages him to increase the intimacy, the connection between you two.

“¿puedo ver tus ojos, hermosa?” miguel whispers, leaning down towards your ear.

you immediately look up at him, a surprise expression illustrated on your face. “¿mis ojos?”

the corner of his lips raise into a smile, happy that you granted his wish. “sí, i want to connect while we dance. make it more meaningful.”

your cheeks flushed in heat, lashes fluttering at his words. oh it’s gonna be tough to maintain eye contact with such a handsome man that you like so dearly. you try your hardest to do so, but deep down you feel so flustered. his gorgeous brown hues staring into yours. god it feels impossible yet you begin to feel the connection that he mentioned.

you and miguel keep eye contact as you continue dancing. soon, the song begins picking up the rhythm and the dancing becomes more energetic. miguel would seek opportunities to twirl you around, making you giggle shyly. the skirt part of your dress flows, revealing your legs underneath. his heart flutters as he watches your dress flow as you spin, mesmerized by the red expanding so beautifully. he also would dip you before twirling you again then continue dancing. laughter escapes your lips each twirl and dip, causing miguel to smile or do the same. the two of you having a wonderful, fulfilling each other’s fantasies of moments like this.

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after an amazing dance session, the two of you exit the dance floor and head over towards the tables. you have one arm linked around his muscular one as you two walk together. you can feel how sturdy and robust he is. god you could melt at the sensation, loving how strong miguel is. before you could snatch a table, your parents approached you both. they mirror yours and miguel’s stance.

“hola, mijos. did you two have fun?” your mom asks with a smile, holding a glass of jamaica.

“sí, señora. we had a great time.” miguel replied kindly with a nod, mirroring her smile.

your mom smiles but your dad, on the other hand, has a skeptical eye on miguel. of course all fathers are protective of their daughters, but mainly because he is aware of miguel’s popularity among the village. how much of a womanizer he is. although miguel is a gentleman, your dad is still skeptical of his intentions; especially with his daughter.

“you were careful with my daughter, verdad?” your dad asked in a slight intimidating demeanor, arching a brow in skepticism. the protectiveness kicking in.

you lightly glare at him, visibly confused as to why he would ask such a question. your mom gently nudged his side with her elbow as a sign of anger.

miguel remains professional, understanding his skepticism. “claro qué sí, señor [l/n]. i made sure your daughter was safe and having a good time.”

that skeptical look in his eyes is still intact but eases up a bit, his shoulders relaxed slightly. your dad simply nods, not uttering another word.

god you feel embarrassed yet slightly angry. he shouldn’t have questioned miguel in that manner, it was highly unnecessary.

to ease the tension, your mom steps in. “well, we will leave you two be.” she offers a smile at you both before walking away with your dad. she is definitely going to give him a hard time in private later.

the uneasy feeling in your body fades away, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. “i’m so sorry about that, it was rude of him to ask that.” you avert your eyes from his, looking down in embarrassment.

“don’t be, mi flor. i understand his concern, he’s just protective of you.” miguel reassured you so sweetly, tilting your chin up with his free hand.

you look up at him, his eyes staring into yours with sincerity and kindness. you simply nod with a little smile, knowing he’s right. maybe too protective.

the two of you heads towards the back, away from the sea of people. your arms unlink from each other as you now stand in front of each other. you fiddle with your dress, patting down any creases or folds on the red fabric. it was a bit wrinkly from the dancing.

“you look perfect, hermosita.” miguel said, noticing you fixing your dress which he finds it adorable.

you look up at him, brows furrowed in a surprised manner. “are you sure?” you sound doubtful. the last thing you want is to look messy in front of miguel.

he lowly chuckles, gingerly placing a hand on your upper arm with a loving squeeze as reassurance. “en serio, mi flor.” in his eyes, you’re perfect.

your body shivers at his touch, goosebumps forming on your skin. hints of pink stain your cheeks.

before you could utter a word, gabriel approaches you both. “ah i figured you two would be together.” a little smirk forms on his lips.

miguel shoots him a light glare, visibly irritated.

“hola, gabriel.” you softly smile at the younger o’hara, who is actually close to your age.

he returns the smile, tipping his sombrero. “wow, you look marvelous, [y/n]. muy bonita.” he gently takes your hand and plants a kiss on the back of it.

you blush at his kind words and gesture. “gracias.”

miguel internally scoffs at his brother’s flirtatious antics, even though he’s right. possible jealousy? over his damn brother? he knows gabriel is simply being nice, like he usually is with everyone. miguel brushes the thoughts aside, not allowing them to consume him. it would be ridiculous.

“i wanted to say congratulations on your performance today. you both did amazing like always.” you said sweetly, remembering your intentions from earlier.

the o’hara brothers smile at you.

“muchas gracias, [y/n]. we were happy you were there.” gabriel said with a smile as he briefly winked at his older brother when he said ‘we’ which earned him a death glare from miguel.

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after lots of chitchatting and eating delicious foods, the party comes to an end. guests start leaving, saying their goodbyes and parting ways. your family is one of the last ones to leave. they patiently wait for you by the entrance of the ranch, engaging in a conversation with miguel’s mother for time-killing.

miguel escorts you, walking slowly together through the house. just before you reach the entrance where you family awaits you, he gently grabs your wrist and guides you to a corner hidden from the public eye. he holds your hands in his larger ones, tenderly brushing his thumbs on the back of your hands. “gracias para bailar y spending time with me. tonight was the best night of my life.” a smile graces his plump lips.

your heart skips a beat at his confession. oh you are definitely a blushing mess now. you look up at with fluttering lashes. “it was the best night of my life también, i had a wonderful time.” you said bashfully.

his smile grows wider, visibly pleased to know you feel the same way. considering the proximity, the undeniable magnetic attraction between you two, miguel decides to take the opportunity to fulfill his biggest desire since the moment he met you. his gaze drop to your lips as he slowly, very slowly, leans closer, more accurately bending down due to the height difference. his eyes never leave your lips.

your lashes start fluttering like crazy as miguel leans more towards you. it’s clear what he’s doing and you can’t even believe it. oh your cheeks are definitely burning up at this point, probably red as your dress.

“[y/n]!” your mom calls from afar.

you blink out of trace and miguel backs away, both of you internally groaning at the interruption. although, you were taking forever to leave.

“i better go.” you whisper, offering an apologetic smile. just as you’re about to leave, miguel gently grabs your hand, making you stop in your tracks.

“perdóname, mi flor. before you go, i want to ask if you’d like to accompany me tomorrow? take a stroll around the village.” miguel asked.

oh god you can feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach. how can you deny such a request? it’s all you ever dreamed of.

“sí, i’ll love to.” you softly smile at him.

a smile forms on his lips. “qué maravilla.” miguel rises your hand and plants a kiss on the back as a sign of goodbye, and of course affection.

your face flushes at the kind gesture. you give him one last smile before walking away to meet with your family, who’ve been waiting for a while.

tonight was a night to remember.

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓐𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝓟𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐎 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ charro!miguel 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ the happiest day has arrived, your wedding. you are marring the love of your life. now as an official married couple, you and miguel live a blissful life.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ fluff, weddings, religious topics, family dynamics, pet names, spanish terms, hint of pregnancy, timeskip at the end, cute happy ending

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the day has finally arrived. a fairytale tale coming true. the moment you have been waiting for the longest time; your wedding day. since you were little, you have had multiple dreams of this magical day. envisioning yourself in a gorgeous white gown, the church packed with friends and family, the angelic decorations, the wonderful reception, and most importantly, the man you will being marrying. everything feels like a dream you don’t wish to ever wake up from. luckily, it’s real and you couldn’t be more happy and grateful. the happiest day of all.

after all the arrangements, the wedding is planned accordingly. the ceremony will be held at the local church then the reception at the o’hara household. friends and family are invited, which is a lot so it’ll be a packed wedding. the food is orchestrated by your mom, tias and miguel’s mother. of course leave the food in charge of the best chiefs. it will be a good, delicious meal tonight. you father was capable of hiring a live mariachi for the reception. luckily, one of his buddies participates in one so it was an easy find. pretty much all of your family and miguel’s organized everything, leaving you two to get ready for the special ceremony dedicated to the two of you.

you stand in front of your floor length mirror as your mom and three of your tias assist you with your dress. it’s such a beautiful white angelic gown, sheer sleeves with a lace sweetheart neckline. one of your tias gifted you this dress. one tia preps up your hair, adding tiny white flowers and curling it before placing your wedding veil. you look at yourself in the mirror, admiring how your gown looks. the numerous dreams you had about wearing your wedding dress, how it will look. you adore it so much.

small sniffles and quiet sobs interrupt your thoughts when you glance over at your mom through the reflection of the mirror. a small frown of concern forms on your face, lips pouting.

“mamá, qué paso?” you asked, visibly concern.

she light shakes her head, meeting your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “nada, mija. it’s just—“ a sniffle escapes her before continuing on. “it’s that i can’t believe it’s happening. mi niña hermosa is getting married.” streaks of tears trial down her face.

you fully turn around. “oh mamá…” it hurts to witness your mother crying; it makes you cry as well. you gently pull her into a loving embrace, hearing her quiet sobs as she hugs you back.

your tias get emotional as well, watching the two of you embrace in such a emotional manner. quiet sobs and sniffles fill the room, but happy sobs.

you feel the same; how unbelievable that you’re finally getting married. it’s common for mothers to be emotional about their children getting married. after years of care, it’s time to let them go. not only mothers but fathers as well; both parents. you can only imagine how emotional your father is right now. you’ll find out once he walks you down the aisle.

after a few minutes of emotional silence, you pull from each other’s arms. “no more crying, you can’t mess up your makeup.” your mom said with a smile, wiping her tears from her red cheeks.

the both of you laugh before resuming the process of preparing you for your special day.

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the church is packed with friends and family, some local residents as well since it’s the talk of the town. conversations fills the space, echoing the church’s walls. people quiet down and take their seats as the priest takes the stand, marking the beginning of the ceremony. the bridesmaids and groomsmen enter the church, slowly walking down the nave. gabriel is the first one to appear, walking alongside with one of your cousins. those two got along quite well. miguel stands at the apse, dressed in his black charro suit, looking handsome as always. anticipation flows through his veins, eagerly awaiting for your arrival. he knows you’ll look absolutely beautiful in your gown. it’s surreal this moment is finally happening. he is finally marrying the love of his life.

the grooms and bridesmaids stand in there respective sides as they approach the apse, joining miguel and the priest. gabriel stands next to miguel, taking his role as his best man. the o’hara brothers share a smile at each other. garbiel is beyond happy for his brother, he deserves such happiness. he knew since the beginning you two were perfect for each other, the beautiful chemistry between you two. you mean everything to miguel, you make him happy and brighten his days. the corner of his lips curling up into a smile at the sight or thought of you. gabriel always catches it; seeing his brother happy makes him happy. you are his light, his precious flower.

while waiting for your arrival, bits of whispers and the occasional babbling of babies echoing the church. outside the doors, your father awaits you, dressed in his old charro suit from his early years. not even a few minutes later, you appear holding your bouquet in your hands. the wedding veil drags beautifully along the ground. your father noticed you, his eyes glassy, filled with joyful yet emotional tears. as you approach closer, you can’t help but smile at him.

“you look beautiful, mija.” he smiles, eyes watery.

“gracias, papá.” you mirror his smile, tears swelling up in your eyes. the feelings start to kick in.

he is proud of you, happy for you. his little girl is getting married. well — a young woman. however, in his heart, you are forever his little girl. handing you over to a man who’ll love and cherish you wholeheartedly, he could never ask for any better. your father’s feelings towards miguel changed drastically and he’s glad to call him his son-in-law.

“ready, mija?” he asked with a smile, extending out his arm for you to take.

you happily nod, wrapping your hand around his arm.

the two of you stand in front of the door. the classic wedding theme plays on the organ; a sign of your arrival. you inhale a deep breath, trying to calm down the anxiety flowing through your veins. it’s actually happening; you are getting married.

the tall oak doors open, revealing the inside of the church filled with guests. everyone rise from their seats and turn to see you at the entrance. a few gasps of joy can be heard. without hesitation, you begin walking down the aisle with your dad. the tune continues playing as you walk. you can feel everyone’s eyes on you, staring at you in awe. the anxiety still lingers; you’ve never felt so nervous in your life. while walking, your eyes lock immediately on miguel, who’s stand by the apse. he looks handsome as always, wearing his charro suit. the corner of your lips curl up into a smile at the sight of him; your very soon-to-be husband.

as you approach closer towards the apse, miguel’s eyes dilate in pure astonishment. how incredibly, undeniably beautiful you look. the gown makes you look heavenly; his beautiful little angel. his eyes become glassy, bits of joyful yet emotional tears in his eyes. wow—this beautiful woman is going to be his wife? a part of him can’t believe it, unable to comprehend the fact this amazing, astonishing woman is his soon-to-be wife. a person to spend the rest of his life with; to grow up and live happily with. share all moments together; fight battles together. conquer life with each other, as partners in crime. miguel wouldn’t accomplish these goals with anyone else but you; the love of his life. the amount of happiness overflowing his heart at the thought, the reality, that you two are finally together; sharing a life together with no restrictions or boundaries.

you and miguel lock eyes as you step onto the little stage of the apse, smiling at each other. you are on the verge of tears, looking at up your very soon-to-be husband. the dream finally comes true. the ceremony officially begins as miguel gently moves your veil away from your face and rest it on the top of your head, revealing your angelic face. the priest begins to speak, blabbering the generic words spoken during weddings. you and miguel hold each other’s gaze the entire time, not once looking away. while staring into each other’s eyes, you envision the life you two would have, filled with love and utter happiness. the home you’ll share together. the peaceful mornings, waking up in each other’s arms. quiet nights outside on the porch, sitting on a loveseat bench while sipping some cafecito. making and bringing lunch for miguel during his practice sessions at the ranch. oh you can’t wait to experience these moments.

the moment arrives; the ‘i do’ part. after the priest finished the prolonged speech, he first asks miguel. he doesn’t hesitate to say those two words, smiling at you as he does. you can’t help it but smile in return, trying your hardest not to blush. the priest turns to you, asking the same question. you have never felt so confident answering a question before. you and miguel smile at each other, eagerly waiting for the prominent moment.

“i pronounce these two souls husband and wife.” the priest said, gesturing at you both.

your heart skips a beat at that phrase; you’re officially married. you and miguel share a smile, visibly enthralled, before taking a step towards each other. the moment you both have been eagerly waiting for. you raise your arms, wrapping them around his neck. miguel wraps his own around your waist. you capture each other’s lips in a loving embrace; your first kiss as husband and wife.

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the reception was a complete success. everyone drank and dined, devoured all the delicious food. gabriel did the famous toast, mainly teasing miguel for majority of his speech which caused laughter to spread among the audience. then, it was the classic newlywed dance. you and miguel indulged in a beautiful, intimate dance as an official married couple. live mariachi played while the two of you swayed along to the beautiful music. everyone gazed at you both in pure adoration. while dancing, you simply got lost in each other’s eyes, the rest of the world seemed like a blur. you and miguel simply embraced each other; husband and wife.

the night falls and the celebration of your wedding concludes on a bittersweet note. after the reception finished and all guests left, you and miguel stay at one of the ranches that the o’hara family owns on the outskirts, giving you two privacy to indulge in the pleasures of your wedding night. the beginning of your wonderful honeymoon.

after changing out of your wedding dress and into your nightdress, you slowly head back to the bedroom where miguel awaits you. as you enter the room, you find your husband standing near the bed shirtless as he watches you enter. the only piece of clothing he wears is the pants of his charro suit. his beautifully sculpted chest is on display, revealing his abs and chiseled figure. the outlines of his muscles stick out graciously. you married a greek god-like man. he never fails to amaze you. miguel’s eyes dilate heavily in pure delight at the sigh of you, how angelic and beautiful you look in that nightdress. god he’s so deeply in love with you; his beautiful wife. you feel your cheeks flushed as you approach him, now standing in front of one another as you hold each other’s gaze. his hands rest on your waist, gently skimming the fabric of the nightdress, as yours are placed on his broad chest. your faces lean closer towards one another, more so miguel slightly bending down to reach your level. your lips collide together into a passionate kiss. his arms wrap completely around your waist, holding you closer. you raise your arms, wrapping them around his thick neck as you both kiss with such passion.

as newlyweds, you and miguel fully indulge the intimacy of your wedding night. the kiss grows more intimate, your hands roaming each other’s bodies. as you begin the journey of your marriage, the idea of growing a family comes to mind. maybe you’ll take this moment, this night to fully immerse in that.

however, little did you know that you’re already growing a little bundle of joy inside. recalling from that wonderful night in your bedroom.

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three years later.

“papí!” gabriella, your daughter, shouts as she runs towards her father with a big smile on her face. she carries a brown bag of food meant for her dad.

you follow right behind her, adoring the sight of her chasing after her father.

after returning philliphe back in the stable, miguel watches his daughter running towards him. a bright smile graces his lips as he crouched down, extending his arms out to catch her.

gabriella squeaks in excitement as she jumps into his arms. miguel swiftly wraps his arms around her tiny body, embracing his little girl. “hola, mí princesa.” he lifts up, carrying her securely in his arms.

“mamá and i made you lunch! it’s un burrito!” the toddler smiled, holding up the bag in front of him.

“gracias, mija. and mamá.” miguel plants a kiss on her forehead before turning his gaze to you as you approach them both, smiling.

you stroll up beside him, returning the smile as he bends down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you closer. you hear cute tiny giggles from your daughter, causing to you and miguel to smile at her with pure adoration. the three of you embrace each other as a cute little family that you are.

living la dolce vida.

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is that my hoodie? — MIGUEL O'HARA

☆ you've been having trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in your bed so you try finding the closest thing you can have to your boyfriend's presence and eventually spot his hoodie.

toothrotting fluff. gn!reader. idiots in love. trying to get into the spirit of writing and figured it would be good for practicing time management if i tried uploading a ficlet every once in a while. enjoy!

Sleepless nights dare not utter your name.

You and your bed went hand in hand with each other. On most nights after coming home from work, you'd skip the self-care routine and instantly hit the pillow, letting dearest slumber do all of its work.

So when you get together with highest ranking insomniac, Miguel O'Hara, you're left in shock when it's midnight and he still insists on staying up late. At times, you would have to put a fight just to get him to sleep a little.

No matter, you obviously still love your boyfriend, even though his sleep schedule is akin to a vampire. Even though his eyebags are deep enough to carry all of your groceries, but given his physique both of his arms could do that too.

Unfortunately, you're lead to believe that he's starting to have an influence on you.

You've started to get a little bit dependent on Miguel when you need to sleep. You knew well that his job really needed him to work through grogginess and exhaustion, but it was hard to even close your eyes knowing that his side of the bed was empty.

You'd normally try finding the closest thing to his presence. Eating his favorite foods before bed, sleeping with a picture of him next to you on your phone, it was almost a little pathetic. The amount of times that Miguel would clamber through the window frustrated only for his mood to soften after seeing that you're fast asleep while his face was zoomed in on a selfie you two shared.

It's not like he would complain, he'd never complain about something like this. He found it rather endearing you missed him so badly while he was away, it's a feeling that he had long yearned for and now, it was at his very fingertips.

Although tonight was a particularly different night, and definitely not in a good way either. You'd tossed and turned, trying out each of your little methods yet nothing worked. Perhaps digging a deep hole and dying in it would be a better solution to this horrible problem.

You weren't even quite sure if Miguel was home yet, it was very late so it was guaranteed he'd be here soon, but still.

You missed him. You missed him and it hurt.

Gruffly, you sat up from your lone spot on the bed, rubbing at your heavy eyelids. Once your vision had cleared, adjusting to the darkness of the room properly, you had picked up on something from across the room.

Hanging from a chair was Miguel's hoodie, he only really brings it with him every once in a while, particularly when it was a chillier day at the office. Is it easy for spiders to get cold? You'd google that later.

Nevertheless, the opportunity came up and you took it with no questions asked. Moving out of your bed, you outstretch an arm to yoink his hoodie from the desk chair.

Even just holding it up in front of you, the article of clothing looked massive. Upon first meeting, you thought Miguel's size was a little bit terrifying with a mix of intrigue. You always wondered what he ate growing up to even get tall enough to practically shrink you.

Now that you're actually dating him, you've been more than content with it. Doesn't mean the fact that he's 6"9 doesn't intimidates you a little, but it has its advantages.

After that thought, you take up the courage to actually put it on and it's as big as it looks. The edge of the hoodie practically reaching your knees as the sleeves dangle off of your hands that you have to pull them up to your elbows.

Once you pulled the hood over, you were overwhelmed with his scent. Yeah, surely this would work.

You fall back down onto the mattress, bringing the collar of the hoodie to your nose to get another whiff of it. There was a good chance that you'd be embarrassed of yourself for acting so lovesick later but right now? Getting some sleep was all that mattered.

So you waited and waited and waited...

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Your nails dig into the softness of your pillow, what a fucking idiot you must be. The urge to curse your brain out for not letting you get some sleep was strong, but you didn't want to be the reason that other people stay up like this as well.

It simply wasn't enough. You could walk down to the nearest nerd shop, buy a really stupid looking Spider-Man figure, sleep with it, and it wouldn't be the same as being in the same bed with the life-sized stupid looking version of him.

Eventually, you relented. It seemed that you were just going to have to cope with not being able to get sleep and walk into work this morning looking like a zombie.

Your body threatened to crumble in on itself as you lazily stumbled out of the bedroom and into the living room. Only to see...

Miguel. Hunched over the kitchen counter, multiple screens leaving a vermillion glow on his chiseled face. He was wearing a compression shirt and some gray sweats, glasses pushed up on his nose with his signature pout playing at his lips.

Now that feeling of idiocy intensified, you were getting all mopey about Miguel not being home and he's here. He's probably been here for only god knows how long. Not that you were complaining.

Lifelessly, you trudge over to him and he miraculously isn't able to pick up on your footfalls, therefore you leave him startled as you push him back against the chair so that you can sit on his lap.

Despite his initial surprise, he instinctively wraps his arms around you and the warmth of it spreads to your very nerves, satisfying that craving for him in your heart.

"Is that my hoodie?" inquires Miguel, his hand moving down to the carefully stitched hem of his clothes, tracing over the seams before slipping under to glide over the skin of your lower back. "You do know that I've been back since thirty minutes ago, right?"

"You should've come to bed then," you said as you nuzzled further into the crook of his neck, your lips pressing up against his pulse point as it thrummed gently. "Missed you a lot."

"I have work to do, you know that," he sighs, pushing his glasses back further onto the bump of his nose.

However, he doesn't need to have superhuman senses to tell that this isn't just the drowsiness talking. Don't get him wrong, his job is of utmost importance, entire livelihoods could be eradicated from even the smallest mishap, but seeing how you're clinging to him, the thought of you even being unable to sleep without him...

The multiverse is the multiverse obviously, that is an undeniable fact, but you were the most important thing to him. Among all else that Miguel has to put up with, you came bursting in and brought an entirely new perspective in his life that he never considered.

You were his multiverse. His life.

"Just a few more minutes," he relents, the feeling of a small kiss on the top of your head bringing a flush to your cheeks. "Just a few more minutes and I'll be all yours, corazón."

"Mmm, you promise?"

"I promise."

With that, a small smile tugs at your lips and you slump against Miguel's body, letting your limbs relax a little as he gets back to work. He keeps a reassuring hand on the small of your back, you think he'll move it away to type away at a document but it doesn't.

It stays there, unwavering and secure. You love it. You love him, you really do. Eventually, you lose feeling of his hand as you succumb to slumber at long last. Miguel notices too, from the way that your breathing deepens and soft snores slip past your mouth.

For once, he sticks to his word. Swiping all the screens that he was attending to and he stands up from his spot on the counter, he adjusts his arm so that you stay properly lifted up on his shoulder. He hesitates as he feels you shift in his arms, but you continue to sleep.

He carries you back to your shared room, setting you down onto the mattress that opposed your rest, now inviting and warm all due to Miguel's presence. He lays down beside you, brushing a few stray strands of hair from your face so he can gaze down at your form.

God, he could care less if you were wearing a trash bag in a dumpster or the most ethereal outfit with makeup done by the most talented artist in the world, he'll take in every single part of your beauty.

One final kiss to the bridge of your nose and it doesn't take long for Miguel to visit the land of dreams with you, where he's happy, content, and stupidly in love. Again, with you.

Only you.

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Period pains (NSFW Version)

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (+18)

Contents: Comfort + smut, Period sex, Use of sex toys, Cooling lube, Multiple orgasms, Aftercare.

Word count: 3947

Notes: I'M BACK and im going through it let me have this please god. I'll be updating my other stories soon i promise <3

It was 7:30am at your apartment, and Miguel was checking his hair in the bathroom mirror.

He’d gotten up early to make coffee and eggs for you both, so you’d hopefully at least eat something before you headed out for work. he’d seen you accidentally miss breakfast one too many times.

He brushed back his hair and grumbled a little, noting the little shadow of stubble around his jaw and the flick of what might be a grey hair on his head, only to pause.

Where were you?

You were always awake by now. You’d been unresponsive spare for a few grunts when he woke up at 6am to get in a few pull-ups and a cold shower, but, that was pretty normal. By now though you’d always be at least listening to videos on your phone.

But… he couldn’t hear a thing. He slowly left the bathroom and headed down the hall.

‘Mi amor?’

Miguel pushed your bedroom door aside and whispered for you. The light inside seemed to be off, with only your bedside lamp on to illuminate the space, which surprised him further.

He pushed into the room and allowed his dark red eyes to adjust to the gloom with ease.

‘Mi amor? You- oh, mi alma.’

He dropped that soft, sympathetic nickname as he spied you utterly buried in the sheets of your bed, your face barely noticeable beneath the soft folds of fabric. He knew that face.

‘Mi alma, shh, it’s okay.’ He whispered soothing little words as he tutted and dropped down to your side, his knees bent into a squat so he could stroke the hair from your face. He watched you sniffle.

‘You’re cramping again, aren’t you?’ Miguel whispered.

‘It’s really bad, Miggy’ you whined. You looked unbearably tense, your nose creased from straining against some unseen hand squeezing your lower abdomen like a cruel god. He could see the exhaustion, the pain, the way your lips were slightly nicked from being bitten.

Miguel maintained his soft expression, gently running a worn hand down his face. ‘Shh, shh. No se preocupe, mi pobre angelito/a…’

He whispered that word over and over as he leaned in and kissed your neck. ‘Pobrecito…’ he purred, letting his lips linger up to your ear and temple and finally your head, where he tenderly breathed in your scent.

‘Pobrecito…’

‘I-I gotta go to work, Miggy, f-fuck… Ah, I don’t know what to do’ you whimpered, tensing as another tight cramp made you curl in on yourself. You looked utterly drained. ‘I used up all my sick days, and my boss sucks, ah…’

Miguel’s face changed immediately, from soft to angry. His thick brows lowered and his lip curled, revealing a flash of his fang. He looked so stern, so protective. ‘Absolutely not’ Miguel said, his voice taking on a firmer tone. ‘No. Not on my watch.’

‘They won’t let me take time off just to—’

‘Let me talk to them.’

‘W-Wait, what?’

‘I’ll talk to them! I’ll explain.’

‘Miggy, that’s not how this works—’

‘It’s how it SHOULD work’ he insisted harder, with his clawed finger now pressed to his chest. ‘You’re hurting, you shouldn’t have to work. It’s that simple. Please, just- I’ll take care of it.’

‘Miggy—’

Before you could even get a word in, Miguel got up and stormed over to the apartment landline. He scrambled in the dark for your little notebook of numbers before eventually realizing it was written on the kitchen whiteboard and not in there. He gave you another quick, tender kiss and then hurried to the kitchen to call your work.

You could only faintly hear him from inside the bedroom, but you knew he was heated. You could hear him arguing, spitting things in Spanish before dipping to remind the person on the other end just who he was.

‘¡Oye! What did I just say? I keep this city safe, and that includes you. Now, I’m keeping THEM safe. Do you understand?’

You felt your face getting warm at Miguel’s insistent whispered shouting.

‘Look, I’ll pay for an extra shift, whatever the hell you want. I’ll send in a note to HR explaining the situation. Do you want Spider-Man leaving a note to your boss? Or do you want to just be reasonable, and let them rest for just one day, because you’re sick?’

Your embarrassed heat grew deeper, rising to the point that it almost hurt.

It sounded like, in the end, he lectured your boss for so long on human anatomy and why you needed time off that they just caved and hung up.

When he reappeared in the doorway with that same soft, sympathetic smile on his rough, chiseled face, you couldn’t help but manage a soft chuckle.

‘They’re just gonna get rid of me now, so they don’t have to deal with you’ you mumbled up at him. Miguel approached the bed without concern.

‘Mm. They can try. I’ll remind them again that the protector of the city and the multiverse is overseeing your care’ he said in that smooth, rough voice, carefully parking himself on the edge of the bed once more. His weight caused the mattress to creak, nearly jolting your body with the size difference, but he steadied your hip with one hand over the sheets.

‘Okay, let me just…’

With his eyes trained on you Miguel reached beneath the sheets and groped around until he found your soft belly, and with a sigh, he started stroking it. His palms were warm, his fingers calloused and thick, his hand big enough to just fully envelop your lower abdomen no matter how bloated it was.

‘Shhh’ he cooed.

‘I’m not a- baby, Miguel’ you grunted back, though you were clearly enjoying the contact.

‘Mm. No. Wrong’ Miguel said with a soft chuckle. ‘You’re my baby. Mi alma, mi vida.’ He bent as he spoke to kiss your forehead, all while continuing the gentle strokes, letting the warmth of his hand soothe a little bit of the pain.

‘I’ll think, if I can, I’ll try to get in contact with Lyla in a minute. I’ll let her know that. if there are no big emergencies, I’ll be staying in today. Okay?’ he whispered against your temple.

‘Miggy, you don’t need to take time off as well just for me’ you grunted. You saw his playful red eyes crease, revealing the little lines by his cheeks. ‘Mm. I don’t need to, no. But unless the multiverse is falling apart at the seams… My job is to take care of people who need me, such as…’

He paused mid-sentence to bump your nose with his own. His skin was a little rough, so coarse and masculine. ‘Cute little civilians like you, eh? So, if the only person I save today is you, that’s my job done.’

‘You- dummy’ you grunted, laughing in spite of the pain as it made you wince. Miguel’s eyes softened with worry.

‘You stay there, and I’ll take over. Okay?’ he whispered. You sighed as the cramp loosened its hold on you.

‘Yeah… Yeah. Okay.’

From then on, Miguel was in full care mode.

He kept the lights low and brought in another blanket from the winter storage cupboard, just to make sure you were comfy and totally covered.

He went to the kitchen and ran the hot water, filling up the little plush hot water bottle shaped like a fluffy spider he’d got you as a gift a year or two ago when he found out how bad your cramps got.

He made hot chocolate over a pan on the stove, knowing you probably didn’t want bland tea or coffee since you were sleepy, but he added a bit of chili like he always did to give you something nice to enjoy while the cramps went down.

He brought it all in himself, his huge arms piled up with items. He was a little overkill, yes, but you let him pamper you. You were in no position to argue, and it wasn’t like the attention wasn’t welcome. You knew he thought of this domestic bliss as a privilege, not a chore, and so you’d gotten used to him spoiling you rotten.

‘Here, mi amor. Gently.’

He sat down and put the hot chocolate on the bedside table, and he watched as you quietly sipped at it with the sheets still huddled around your shoulders. It was a bit too hot and you almost burned your tongue, but it tasted so damn good. The satisfied little mumble you released was enough for him.

As you settled into the sheets, Miguel reached down and held up the little hot water bottle, waving it lightly. ‘Mm? You want this too?’ he whispered. When you nodded his smile widened, and he playfully walked the little fluffy spider up your belly and over your face before shifting it beneath the sheets.

‘Don’t! You know that thing terrifies me’ you said, spluttering slightly on your words as the spider-shaped bottles fluff got in your mouth.

‘Oh, no, scary’ he teased, pressing the warmth against your lower abdomen over your shirt. ‘Don’t be mean to him. He loves you so much, see?’

You rolled your eyes but did eventually relax, clutching the little plush to your navel. It was so warm, so fluffy. You could feel the slight dampness on the fur from condensation. It was soothing as you clutched it close.

Miguel’s eyes softened even further. ‘Good, good. There you go’ he whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear. ‘Now… Do you want your very handsome, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to crawl into bed with you?’

‘Oh my god, stop’ you giggled, admiring his charming but slightly goofy smile. You had to admit, he was a good distraction. ‘Yeah, come on, hero. Hop in.’

Without another word Miguel shifted beneath the sheets himself, throwing off his shirt until only his pyjama pants remained. He kicked the sheets up and yanked you close to him, squeezing you tight to his chest.

‘Mm… Mmm, mi amor’ he purred, pressing his sharp chin and jaw into your shoulder blade. He clutched you to him like you were a plush doll, spooning you hard from the back until you were squished against his pecs and belly and thighs, and he held you there as you tucked his chin above your head.

‘Miggy’ you murmured under your breath.

For a while you both lulled, half asleep and half awake, with your phone sideways on the bedside table quietly playing your favorite videos to keep you company. You were still in a bit of pain, but it was fading into a dull ache now, leaving you to enjoy the warmth and safety of Miguel’s body.

And… the stirring of hormones in your body.

You began to stir a little as time passed, in the warmth and darkness of your room. Even in the mild amount of pain you were in, with Miguel’s huge body at your back, it was hard not to feel a slight, familiar stirring in your aching loins.

His breath above your head, he occasional little gruff snores, the feel of his biceps rippling as he pulled you close. The slight sweaty sheen over his abs against your back… The feel of his bulge, with no real cover spare for his pajama pants, pressed right up against your rear… His claws on your skin, his thundering heart…

In that dizzy state, you murmured softly, letting out only the faintest noise of pleasure. It was barely a whisper, and yet-

Miguel’s eyes shot open like a hawk, the red glow visible on your pillow sheet, dancing like the reflection of water. You felt him grunt.

‘… Really? You want to?’ Miguel murmured. You flushed so hot it hurt. Oh god, how did he know? How did he seem to smell it on you?

‘I- No! I mean…’

You stammered on your words as he leaned into you, squashing you down into the soft mattress. You saw his claws braced on the sheets and nearly rolled your eyes back into your skull.

‘Are you not in too much pain for that?’ Miguel whispered softly against your ear. He felt your hips buck at the sensation of air against that sensitive spot, and deep down he chastised himself for being a horny fool, because he knew he did it deliberately.

‘Mm… I mean, it- aches a bit, but— Look its fine, I-I don’t want to like, make things awkward or gross you out—'

‘Mi amor…’ Miguel bent down and kissed your cheek, his lips ever so soft, before moving those same lips back to your ear. ‘Do you really think I could ever be disgusted by your body?’

You didn’t reply immediately. ‘No…’ you said eventually, mumbling the words, as while you did trust him it was hard to not feel insecure.

Miguel leaned in and whispered again, this time, more directly, showing how aroused he could be if you wanted him. ‘Quiero cogerte, mi amor?’

You did a full-body shudder at his words, and he grinned, sensing that he knew the answer. ‘Mi vida, let me help you with the pain…’

You whimpered at his soft, husky voice, at his burning eyes now half-lidded with desire. You couldn’t pretend you weren’t still a little nervous, but…

God, you wanted to try.

‘Okay, okay’ you murmured softly, ‘Oka—’

You couldn’t even get the third ‘okay’ out before his lips were on yours, gentle at first but soon turned ravenous. He pried your jaw down with his rough hand and traced his tongue around your mouth, letting it flick and hug your own tongue into submission, all while feeling you squirm and arch against the sheets.

‘Mmm! Mm…’

You practically melted as you tasted him in your mouth. He was still ever so gentle with your body, still petting your bloated belly as he kissed, but with your face he was as rough as possible. He bit at your lip, sucked on them, grunted when he pulled back and groaned while letting your mouth muffle the noise.

When he pulled back you were a mess, with spit hanging between your lips and your mouth filled with his taste. He looked down at you with a soft, breathy open mouth, and he grinned as he panted.

‘That’s my baby’ he purred. ‘On your front, lie down. Let me try something.’

You did as told, rolling onto your belly for him with the spider hot-water bottle still beneath you. You could hear him rummaging but couldn’t see what for.

You felt rather than saw him put a hand on your rear, easily tearing your pajama pants and panties down. He carefully folded them to the side for you to put on later, ignoring the pad so you knew he wasn’t fussed about your body.

‘There, mi amor. Shh. That’s it.’

His rough hands gently kneaded and massaged down from your lower back to your glutes to your upper thigh, relaxing your tight muscles all while enjoying the chance to get a handful of your ass as well. He loved the way you moaned softly, the way your hips shifted from the sensitivity, the way the warm flesh filled out his fingers when he squeezed.

It didn’t take a lot from you to get him as hard as possible, to the point his cock was straining against the fabric to get free.

He bent down and gave you a few teasing pumps, grinding his erect cock up against your ass cheeks until you squeaked, before quietly pulling down and kicking his own pants to the floor.

‘Okay angel, stay still for me. That’s my baby. I’m gonna try something’ he whispered, pressing the words into your back with a kiss.

‘W-What? Try what?’ you murmured, half delirious in a state of anticipation and dull ache.

‘The cooling lube’ Miguel replied in that husky voice. You could hear the soft, wet thwapping noise of him smothering his shaft with the stuff, the lube he’d got you with the added addition of a cooling sensation when applied.

He gave himself a few good stroked until his hand and cock were dripping with the stuff, unable to stop the urge to just fist it a few times while admiring your ass, but after one or two he found himself too desperate for the real thing.

As he mounted you from behind he let his weighty, slippery, lubed-up cock slip down to brush your entrance, holding himself up with just one hand until his bicep veins bulged, all so his other hand could grab something else. He pulled over the little bullet vibrator he’d got you, and with your belly on the bed, he slipped it down so it was comfortably squished against the mattress and your clit before clicking it on.

He bent and eagerly whispered in your ear. ‘Quiero metértela…’

The vibrations quickly melted you, but not before he made you tense again by slipping his whole cock inside you.

‘MM- MM, MM!’

Your muffled moans echoed through the room as Miguel slid in right to the base, his pelvis hitting your ass with a dull thud as he settled in your cunt. A heady, ecstatic groan escaped his lips, almost like a sigh of relief.

‘Mmm, Dios mio… uh- qué rico’ he whispered breathily, more to himself than to you.

You could feel his shaft stretching you out, bulging you a little with the sheer size, but all you could focus on was that cooling effect as it took over. Oh, fuck, it was amazing. It was so soothing, the mixture of pleasure from the vibrator on your swollen clit and his slowly, careful pumps gently numbing your sore insides.

It didn’t quite cover every ache but it was a heavenly relief. You moaned without shame, loud enough to fill the entire apartment, as you felt his huge body gently arching and rolling and pumping his hips against you. He breathed down on your neck as he moved, with one hand on the bed for stability and the other squeezing your hip and ass cheek in his claws, holding you in place as he slipped in and out.

The sound was obscene. The sensation was obscene. The sight of your bodies moving together, naked and sweaty in the dull red light of your lamp, getting faster and faster, was obscene.

And bit by bit, he got faster.

It was a mess, one that made you entirely forget about the state you were in. A wet, lurid mess of huffing and growling and hip slapping, of wet flesh squishing with each thrust and the mattress creaking like it would break at any second.

He had gone feral in this state. The feel of that wet, tight cunt was enough to make him lose all higher thought and function.

‘Mmf- that’s it, that’s it, take it, fuck you feel so good—’

Every soft pulse, every moment your cunt squeezed him, every time he heard the soft sound of his own cock penetrating, it made him want to scream.

He pulled back and stroked his member around the rim of your entrance, letting the sensation of that and the slowly humming vibrator make your toes curl and your cunt clench like a fist, knowing exactly what would happen.

The moment you peaked he thrust back in, filling you out as you orgasmed, letting you scream and shudder and quiver as the tip of his cock eagerly twitched against your g-spot. He held you there and let you get it all out, letting you slowly tense and then collapse as the pleasure numbed the pain, before starting all over again.

He was edging himself in this state, refusing to stop until he’d let you cum as many times as possible.

He kept going, pleading softly each time for another one, coyly pulling out and bucking his hips until only his thick, throbbing member was pulsing in and out of your soaked pussy, and every time you orgasmed.

He repeated this nearly four times, until you were an exhausted mess and your clit was so swollen that just nudging it made you spasm a little, and only then did he give in to his own needs.

He grabbed your hips and pulled back, using just half his shaft so he didn’t go too deep and hurt you, and he began rapidly humping in and out as he chased his own high. He was grunting hard, his breath hot and his biceps dripping with sweat, his abs tensed and rock hard, as he finally felt that release build.

He groaned out loud, filling the apartment with his cry of relief, as his shaft throbbed and pulsed that thick load inside you. He pumped low and deep, letting the warmth fill you up and soothe the soft ache, making sure he got every inch inside your creamy little tightness before gently pulling out.

‘Are you okay, mi amor?’ he asked between pants, as his first priority was still to be sure you were okay.

Your low, shell-shocked moan of pleasure was enough to give him a bit of relief. He kissed your lower back, letting you stir and relish in the sweet, numbing after-effect of all that pleasure.

But then you shifted, and you felt the sheets beneath you. They were wet. They were soaked.

‘Oh, shit- Miggy, the sheets—’

‘Oye. I can change the sheets later if need be, it’s fine. We can get new ones.’

‘I’m- sorry, I—’

‘You did nothing wrong, my carino’ Miguel whispered affectionately. He pet your hair until you lulled.

‘I’m sorry, fuck- I’m such a mess—’

‘¡Oye! Oye…’ Miguel nestled in close and squeezed you tight, kissing down your sweaty neck to your back and then back up to your forehead. ‘Shh. Mi amor. It’s natural. It’s okay. I’ll deal with it, you relax. I had a great time…’

You managed to chuckle at that, at the very least.

As you silenced your worries Miguel continued with the aftercare. He stroked your back and hips and kissed your cheek, telling you how good you did and how good you were, how much he loved you, and ensuring he didn’t go too rough.

Only when he was sure you were exhausted and on the verge of sleep did he start dealing with the bed. He lifted you up with one arm, holding you to his chest as he cleared the sheets away and got new ones from the laundry cupboard, all while still holding you close. He had to put you down for a moment just to put the new sheets on, but the second they were you were back in bed.

He came in with a fresh box of pads and made sure they were by the bed so you could handle that yourself, with your folded clothes beside the bed to put on when you were ready.

He then turned and let you get ready with his back turned.

You were exhausted, but even in this state you felt your heart swelling with love for the big, soppy idiot of a man. You got dressed quickly and then settled back in bed, and after hearing your soft mumbled ‘done’ Miguel turned and crawled back into the clean, fresh sheets beside you.

He let you fall asleep in his grip, his lips on your forehead and his head in your hair, stroking your back all through the later afternoon as he let you drift off in a state of mildly aching bliss.

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do you think you'll be writing a part 3 to "i'll be lonely with you" ?? 👀 it's so good and i am invested

let's be lonely together — MIGUEL O'HARA

☆ there seems to be a spark growing between you and miguel, and you're forced to confront it when a heavy obstacle blocks your path.

minor angst. fluff. hurt/comfort. injuries. gn!reader. changed the formatting because it felt a little too clunky, hope you guys enjoy this one. school just started for me so i'll be getting a little busy T_T like the other "parts" in this, it can be read as stand alone.

You were absolutely mortified when you heard the news.

Miguel getting injured was a rare phenomenon that you'd only ever see in your nightmares, however the multiverse would always find a way to make those dreaded dreams of yours become a reality.

You'd refused to believe at first, standing as still as a mannequin once Jess had informed you, but that realization had finally sunk in. Miguel was hurt, and you were away while it happened.

From what you've gathered, he got impaled. It wasn't in any fatal areas, but it's a gut-twisting incident nonetheless. You shuddered just thinking of Miguel covered in blood, but to think that a spear, a sharp piece of metal, a blade piercing through and sticking out of Miguel's side left you unsettled.

Of course, your first instinct was to visit him. No second thoughts.

God, even as you paced hurriedly to the infirmary which was all the way across headquarters, your mind ran like a coding sequence. Trying to compute what to even say once you see him.

Being too forward and asking questions straight away might get him overwhelmed, he is frail and you certainly don't need to weigh down on him even more. Yet, you also want to show him that you care, but how do you do that without confessing your feelings for him?

Oh, right. Your feelings for him.

Cross your heart and hope to die, it started out as a small crush. Very miniscule, very minute, but who could blame you? You hadn't been around for as long as Peter B., Ben, let alone Jess, but he was more than okay with your company. You considered that to be a great achievement, but you celebrated too hard on your newfound friendship. Letting it fester in your heart, boiling for more.

You had tried to embrace delusion, you had tried to be content in the illusion of simply being friends, however guilt crept up on you at every single possibility. Maybe you could push down your feelings, stay in denial, but it would be a wasted effort.

It was the little things. The ghost of a smile that you would see forming on his lips whenever you talked about your interests or practically anything not work-related, the way that his eyes relaxed whenever you came into sight, how he ran his hand through his hair during the times it had fallen unkempt to fix himself up just for you.

Although it wasn't just you who noticed his tiny habits, Miguel was ever the observant type as well. During conversations, he'd occasionally interrupt you with a detail from a discussion that you two had three months ago. You wouldn't be surprised if he knew bullshit like your mother's maiden name.

This showed up in presents too. When you just happened to be hungry, Miguel had pulled out a small box, well as small as it could get when in his hands, and handed it you. Once you'd open it, you were met with the smell of your favorite fast food place.

Even with the snarky comments about how he could easily replicate it with the ingredients he had at home, there was no ignoring the absolutely smitten smile that he wore as he watched you eat. Content, happy, and most of all: full.

You'd missed it, all of it. The adrenaline in your veins raced like a runner on a track, hand shaky as you raised it to knock on the door of his medical room. Sweat gathered at your forehead, you held your breath as it threatened to collapse. You knew had to do this.

Three knocks was all you needed, but before you could even get to the third rap, Miguel's voice spoke from inside. "Come in," it was low, but not menacing like it usually was. He no longer spoke like he was commanding a room, getting your undivided attention, low from the bottom of his heart with every word serving a purpose.

No. Right now? He spoke like he'd fallen into the pavement, instead trying to divert your attention, low from the deep pit of shame and embarrassment that he dug himself into.

Once you'd entered, Miguel looked just as sad as you thought he'd looked. Even if he still adorned the suit that made him particularly stand out from every other spider-person running in and out of this place, the suit that served as his captain's hat, the freshly patched wounds shined through it all.

"Miguel," You spoke, voice hushed as you rushed to his side. He flinches when you slam the door shut behind you before you grip the railings of his 'hospital' bed. "What even happened?"

Your eyes ran over his body, observing how the molecular fabric of his suit glitched and stuttered, the same way a TV would look if you pressed your hand against the screen too hard.

You wanted to get a good look of his injuries, to check for any sign of what the full story was, but before you could do more, Miguel brings the covers over the entire lower half of his body, including the surface of his abdomen. Looking away shamefully.

"I don't want to talk about it right now," He grumbles and you could barely even hear it, his words tore your heart apart piece by piece. Did he not trust you? Were your efforts to see something more in him for naught? "Why are you here?"

"Why else do you think I'm here, Miguel?"

The truth was that you weren't even mad at him, just disappointed. Numbers were too finite to count the amount of times you've limped into Miguel's office with a brand new injury from a mission, the amount of times you've explained to him that you'd go straight to the infirmary after, the amount of times he's demanded that you sit down as he patches up your wounds while you report said mission to him.

Yet he was this ashamed to act so vulnerable in front of you, while you've looked even weaker in the past? It made you think, it really did. "I feel like you owe me some explanation, don't you?" You insisted, but he just shook his head.

"There's more important things to attend to right now," He begins, and it makes the blood pumping in your heart freeze over. "It's really not that big of a deal, it'll pass in a day, I promise." Lies. All of it.

The frigidity of his words seeped from your chest down to your very fingertips, the steel railing of his bed practically turning to ice as the realization sunk in. He didn't want you to see him like this. He didn't trust you enough to see him like this.

But why?

You wondered. So you asked him.

"I just don't get it." One of your hands lets go of bars that way you could smooth your hair, probably the only not messy part about you right now. "I thought I was doing everything right, and it's still not enough, is it?"

Miguel's face falls, the tense pout that he wore like a jacket being ripped to shreds as you further rambled. "Why are you shutting me out like this? What did I do wrong?" Fragile, delicate, creaking and cracking, all while on the verge of breaking.

Was it your voice? Your tears? Your composure? No, everything. It was as if he had you in a chokehold, a slight pressure, and you could shatter in an instant. Your head immediately tilted down, facing the floor. You prayed, prayed, and prayed that he wouldn't take notice of the crystalline drops that fell from your eyes.

But Miguel can't even bring himself to say anything and he hates himself for it, don't get him wrong though, he has so many thoughts, he's had so many thoughts about you. He felt like such an idiot for not saying them to you before, but he'd feel like even more of an idiot if he said them right now.

That was mostly the self-defense talking, just look at you. Sure, he was the dumbass injured on the hospital bed, but you were an entirely different kind of pitiful. The strength that he'd built over the past year, to hurdle obstacles both physically and mentally, to be a leader, yet he couldn't even undo the repression of the feelings that he so coldly locked away.

He wanted to try though. For you.

"It's— it's not for the reasons you think, okay?" Miguel stuttered, how he wanted you to look up that way he could wipe your tears, hush and reassure you, but he couldn't. Not in this moment at least. "I'm an idiot, I really am."

Now, that made you redirect your attention. A rarity it was to witness the proclaimed genius, leader of hundreds of Spider-people, to call himself fucking stupid. Your eyes were dry, but the puffiness of your lids said all it needed to.

Miguel's face scrunches up a little, he had to be vulnerable, it was the least of many things that he owed you. "I just think you're too good for me sometimes," He sighs,

leaning back against the pillow behind him. Gazing distantly into the small corner of darkness in the room, "Not sometimes. A lot of the time. Everyday."

A wave of warmth crashes over your chest, coursing through your icy veins as Miguel further digs himself into this hole. A hole that he'd most likely die in. "You're just so— so you, you know?"

He denotes your perplexed face and sucks in a sharp breath, bringing a hand out to rub the wrinkles on his forehead. "Fuck, just give me a second to think." He huffs in annoyance, there were often times where Miguel would be able to explain the full extent of canon evemts with no breaks in between when it came to something as simple as saying I like like you, he was more than clueless.

"I've seen this place come to fruition ever since I could even begin to fathom multiverse travel," He starts, Miguel had normally upkept the habit of keeping eye contact with those he spoke with, but right now he wanted nothing more than to keep looking away from you. "A year. A whole year."

Miguel was smart, that he could say with confidence. He was able to build machines that allowed him access to scientific discoveries that nobody else could attain, the same machines that are the foundation of everything he's built.

However, it all really boiled down to the people. Each individual that he's recruited is special, he can't deny that. Their origins are the same, maybe their suffering alike, but it comes down to the soul, the core of their being. There's a specialty in every Spider-person that he's walked by in these hallowed halls.

Even after all of that, he just couldn't comprehend it. After seeing all of them get knocked down by the cruel humor of the multiverse, only to get back up and to keep preserving, he hasn't made a single realconnection.

"You come in only a few months ago and it seems like everybody knows your name, knows who you are, your smile." Miguel talked and talked and talked, like you weren't even in the room. Like how he did whenever he'd come back to his office from a mission, a mission with you and Lyla would beg him for the details.

"Yet, even when there's so many better versions of Spider-Man out there, more charming and more... likeable," Finally, finally he turns his head back to face you, trying to fight back the shame that makes him want to just shut the hell up.

"You chose me." How could he even call himself a genius after all of this?

One of Miguel's worst fears nowadays was you being in his place, possibly worse. Dead on the dark floor an alleyway in some distant dimension, that idea terrified him a lot. He almost thought he killed you himself when you only seemed to just— stare at him, lips slightly parted and the only reassurance he received that you were still with him in this realm was the slow rise and fall of your chest.

If this was how you felt everytime you had a personal discussion with him, he completely understood if you'd leave this room hating his guts. As each second passes at a snail's pace, that pit of anxiousness grows and grows until—

"Miguel," It's a single word, his name, his calling; the way you say it though, it makes his heart drop below freezer temperature. "Is that really what you think of yourself?"

Huh?

"Here I thought that you were pissed at me this whole time," A dry, but short chuckle leaves your throat. The remnants of your sobs and previous cries still present in the way you spoke. "I don't hang around you just for some extra validation or because you're the boss, I stand you because I actually like you?"

What?

"Have you actually never considered that? That I wanted to know you past a work basis?" You almost find the utter shock on his face humorous if it weren't how ridiculous his mindset was, how stupid he truly was.

"I mean— I didn't—" Whatever was left of your tears seemed to dry out watching him like this, tripping and falling over his words. The walls that he so desperately tried to build up crumbling before you into pieces, these pieces that you'd admire and care for. "Fuck, I'm no good at this."

"Yeah, I can see that." All the worries that you've held so close to your heart were slowly starting to be ebbed away by the what he'd just said, maybe you were afraid, but he was to. "I can do the rest of the talking now."

Even if he didn't make a single movement, you could tell that he agreed with you.

His heart thumps competing the speed of a race car as you place your hand on top of his, running your thumb smoothly across his bruised knuckles. You delight in the way that subtle dark red hue settles on his cheeks. It's working.

"I really, really like you. I like the way your hair moves, I like the way I can take a peek at your fangs when you laugh, I like the way that you roll your eyes when someone says something really stupid," It's a drawn out ramble, one that Miguel could get absolutely drunk on and result in a hangover the next morning.

"You're not better or worse than me, we both carry our own flaws, have our own struggles," Time seems to come to a standing point when you bring his scathed hand to your heart, where he can feel how fast it's beating under his fingertips.

"But what really matters to me is that we help each other change, to improve. You've done so much for me after all this time and I want to do the same for you ten-fold," You suck in a sharp breath. "Possibly even more."

Miguel clearly couldn't bring himself to words right now. How could he after everything you've just confessed? Any sentence after that would make him sound like a caveman and it's not like he could afford to look like any more of a bumbling idiot in front of you after all that.

Instead, he opts for something else. Slowly but surely, he drags his hand up to grip onto your shoulder, pulling you closer. Gently but closer.

He notices the way that your body tenses in anticipation, your breath quickening when his gaze flickers down to your lips.

"May I?"

Yes, please.

There was a certain softness to the way that Miguel kissed you, in a way that you'd never expect would come from him. However, the grip that he has on your shoulder tightens and surely, there's a certain desperation to how he holds you.

He wants this. He needs this.

You want to lean in closer. Maybe even climb onto the bed and straddle his lap so that things can go further deeper, all of these thoughts racing through your head come to an abrupt stop when Miguel hisses in pain pulling back.

Excitement quickly contorts into concern when he retracts his hand from you to rub the crook of his neck. You swore you could see blood sprinkling the gauze that covered the wound there.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. You should—" Before you could even finish apologizing, he recovers. Practically grabbing you with so much force that your body slightly clashes against the metal of his bed, the cold steel in contrast to the warmth of his touch.

God, kissing you felt like running a marathon or scaling a building as high as the Effeil Tower, but did Miguel care? No, he didn't. He didn't give a shit if he'd be ripping a stitch or causing a blood vessel to pop. You were all that mattered to him now.

"Don't you dare apologize." He grits through labored breaths before continuing to kiss you with a newfound hunger and how could you not listen?

No matter how many bandages, lectures, and battles Miguel had to go through each passing day. The isolation that had consumed his heart in a tar nobody could break, you did. When Miguel was there to save the multiverse, most of all, you would be there to save him.

And he was more than okay with that.

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Can we maybe get pt.2 of I’ll be lonely with you?

can you be lonely with me? — MIGUEL O'HARA

SUMMARY: ever since your first real encounter with miguel, you're sure that your relationship him has grown ever since. it's hard to put an exact label on it but it's safe to say that he's grown more comfortable to confide in your presence nowadays.

NOTES: i keep getting reqs for miguel fluff and a part 2 from the last fic i did so i am killing 10 birds with a machine gun here. you also don't really need to read the first fic to understand this one but if you want to see how it all starts out then it's on my masterlist if you wanna get a better understanding of it! this one is more from miguel's perspective by the way :3 this gets fluffier as i proofread it uhhh good luck you're gonna get cavities!!!

No matter where he went, no matter how hard he tried. Noise, it followed Miguel.

If he was dealing with an anomaly, he would hear the shrieks and cries of the people all around him. The shuttering of phone cameras, law enforcement telling civilians that they'll be able to handle it.

If he was in his own dimension, walking amonst the other Spider-people, he would hear the chatter and the gossip. Mechanical whirring, the sound of webs being shot, it's like it was haunting him.

It's the reason why he enjoyed staying in his office so much. Even if he can hear the occasional bang or clang, it was mostly quiet. He's contemplated getting earplugs to drown out the sounds but there's always a need for him to be alert.

That's where you come in.

Granted, it's not like you were a magical pair of noise-cancelling headphones that descended from the heavens (maybe just a little bit) but you provided some relief for Miguel.

On the chance that the two of you met, whether it's in the cafeteria, passing by each other in headquarters, or once you built up the courage to actually visit him in private—

He didn't want to admit it. It might be a little dramatic but he'd rather die than admit it.

But... he enjoyed your company.

Granted, he had trouble putting his thoughts into words at times. Talking about the arachno-humanoid-poly-multiverse could be easier than answering a question about what his favorite pet was but you? You made it seem so simple, so easy.

You didn't really talk to him about crude and mindless topics such as 'how his day went' or whatever. Conversations could span from your childhood best friends to your most memorable trip with your family or even high school love lives.

Miguel contributed much less to the conversation obviously but listening to you talk was more than enough for him. Your voice satieted him, it was almost addicting.

The melodies sung by birds in the morning, the praise he receives from colleauges about his deeds. They couldn't even compare to you.

Although, there were a lot of things that he also hated about you.

He hated how you could make him hear his heart drumming in his chest whenever you lay your hands on him. Even if it's for the most miniscule of things, like whenever you brush shoulders or graze fingertips; it sends a pleasurable shiver up and down his spine.

He hated your face, your smile, your eyes. Whenever he had the chance to open up about himself, when you had the pleasure of experiencing the rarity that is hearing a personal detail about Miguel; he'd look back at you once he finished talking and he'd see that look. A look of how proud you were of him, a look of longing and wanting. It's taken his breath away more than you'd ever hear him say.

He hated your compassion. Miguel has had an uncountable amount of bad days that if he made an attempt to number them, it would give him migraines. During those days, he would be grumpy, irritable, upset at the little details and during those days, you still wouldn't give up on him how he imagined even some of his better known acquaintances probably would.

Most of all, he hated himself for not knowing why.

For the longest time, he's thought of himself in the worst way possible. Unlikeable, difficult to be around, anti-social, and so much more and so much worse. Why did you continue to stay with him?

Having late night meals or snacks with him has now become a very frequent occurence, it was practically a ritual at that point. You'd even managed to convince to come out during more normal hours for lunch or just to "take a stroll around".

He's given up on himself, given up on the possibility that he could be anything more than his role of protecting the multiverse.

Yet, you gave him even the smallest sliver of hope.

He hated himself for wanting to hold onto it.

He didn't care anymore if he didn't know the reason why you continued to tolerate him after all this time, all he knew is that he'd try to stay by your side to the best of his ability. Holding onto that brittle string of a dream you handed him.

Key statement being 'to the best of his ability', tonight was such a time he couldn't be able to see you, much to his dismay. Swamped with surveillance, reports, reminiscing. The last time that he got a glimpse of your beauty was earlier this afternoon, only god knows how many hours have passed since then.

Perhaps it would be best if he found out himself. "Lyla," He called out, the virtual assistant hovers over his shoulder. Pixels floating over him. "What time is it?"

A little clock glitches into Lyla's hands, she hums before looking back at Miguel with her usual smug expression. "3:47 in the morning. You've been at it for seven hours now, Miguel."

His eyes flutter short for a moment, possibly the only wink of sleep that he'll get through out the night. Even when his eyes are closed, it's like the screens he's been looking at for hours to no end are now tattooed into his eyelids or something.

With a deep sigh, he continues working at it anyway. It's not like whatever anomaly or evil that's awaiting him in a distant universe will allow to him to get some shut-eye anyway. What's the use if he takes such an opportunity now?

Unusually, Lyla doesn't 'disappear' yet. Normally once he's done making a request, she poofs straight into thin air unless she's going to make remark back at him yet she remains in complete silence.

"Anything else, Lyla?"

"Someone's coming." She announces abrubtly, her tone is blank and lacking of emotion. Is that a sign of danger? Without daring to hesitate, Miguel puts his mask on. Eyes shifting to each dark corner in the room, ready to snatch and tear at whatever beast is—

All of a sudden, there's giggling. Coming from Lyla, of course. A hand clutches at her stomach, the other waving a finger in his face. The small outburst of laughter sends echoes. "Oh, wow! You're that paranoid already? Jeez, get some sleep maybe..."

As quickly as his mask came on, he takes it off. An aggravated scowl playing at his features, Miguel folds his arms over his chest. "I can't believe you. No me asustes así, Lyla. Is there someone coming or not?"

Finally, her stream of cackles stop as she catches her breath. She nods, perching herself on his shoulder; she pretends to check her nails. "Take a guess."

"I don't know. Who?"

"Come on, take a gander at who. You won't believe who it is."

"Lyla, no more messing around. Dime quién es, or else I'm putting you on low power mode." The threat is empty and there is no low power mode, Miguel has said it to her more than a dozen times but the response that he's able to provoke with it is a little laughable.

Begrudginly, she swipes a screen into view. Revealing you entering the hallway that leads into his very office, he's barely even get a good look at it before the screen disintegrates. Lyla crosses her arms, basically imitating the same position that Miguel is in right now.

"Happy?"

"Very. Leave us alone for a bit, won't you?"

In retaliation, she sticks her tongue out at him before her avatar shatters into mere blocks of code then disappearing entirely. Perfect timing he'd say as he sees you come into view on the stage below.

Once you're able to catch sight of him, you wave at him. That same gleeful smile that tugs at his heart strings. The lowering of his platform is finished, signified with an audible click.

You don't hesitate to head on up, immediately you wrap your arms around Miguel, pulling him into a warm but unexpected embrace. He doesn't have time to respond or think, muscles tensing once greeted with your touch.

He doesn't get the chance to hug back either before you pull away, hands remaining on his shoulder and his forearm. Only then does he realize that the grin you wore was tinged with a hint of concern.

"Sorry, sorry," You sputter out, chest rising up and down as you huff with relief. "I just didn't see you in the cafeteria a while ago, I thought something happened to you but I had to go back to my dimension due to reasons."

There's a sharp punch at Miguel's head once he realizes. He forgot about your midnight ritual, drowning in his work that he neglected the one other person important to him. "Mierda, I'm so sorry. It— it slipped my mind, I was just..."

Unable to finish his sentence, mind scrambling for what to tell you. To say that he was doing his job would maybe be fair but would it spare any of the pain that he may have caused you for missing it?

He's fully expecting you to be simmering with anger, even by just a little bit. That whole thing was how you two got to develop such a connection with each other anyway and he fucked it up.

A small lecture, a scolding, a disappointed glare.

"Hey, hey. It's fine, what matters is that you're okay. Whatever tasks you're taking on here are really important, I'm not upset at all. You're just doing what you gotta do,"

Nothing?

Nothing at all!

"Oh." All the apologies, the reasons he's been looking for, the pleading that he would've saved as a last resort to quell your boiling rage has now gone out the window. "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I am. I have no reason to be mad at you right now, Miguel. Although..." Oh no. Here it comes, brace yourself! "When's the last time you slept? I swear,"

His hands clench into fists, nearly flinching away as your hand reaches up to his cheek. Your thumb rubs the circles under his eyes, "These get deeper everytime I see them." With a sigh of defeat, he wraps a hand of his own around your wrist. Cheeks sinking into the soft caress, ever so slightly.

The way that your expression twists into one of worry once he doesn't respond, how Miguel feels the stinging in his chest for making you concerned but he thought it would be better than telling you honestly.

Your hand slips from his cheek, he tries to tamp down the disappointment at the loss. "I wish I could stay for longer but you have your duties, I have mine."

He nods understandingly, why wouldn't he? He knew that notion best, arguably a lot more than most Spider-people. At least, he'd be able to better appreciate this moment you two shared no matter how short lived it was.

"Promise me that you'll sleep once you're done."

Silently, barely even above a whisper, he utters: "I promise."

You shoot him one last smile before you swing back onto the lower platform, sparing one last glance then you disappear into the dark hallway. Miguel's face falls once you leave,

He despises how he misses you already.

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Gentleman part 2 🌼💌

GeneticistCEO!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Intern College Student!Reader

Synopsis: after receiving a generous gift from Dr. O'Hara, you intend to thank him the next day. Word count: 5.8k

A/N: a little Fifty Shades of Grey inspired with the whole document situation. Here's what Dr. O'Hara looks like btw. 🫶🏽

TW: suggestive (no smut but talk of sex, alludes to sex), heavy kissing, bullying, little angst, some controlling behavior, Sugar daddy relationship, ooc Miguel , boss/employee relationship, I don't condone IRL

Part 1

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You feel like you're floating as you read the note over and over again etching every curve and spike of Dr. O'Hara's messy signature on the card into your memory. You lean in, smelling the gorgeous flowers, closing your eyes, a warm feeling making itself known in your chest. This truly felt like a dream come true. The way this went from one of your worst days to the best in a matter of hours. This mysterious, handsome scientist being the cause. Everything about your life changed in a matter of minutes. You were going to go to bed hungry, and instead woke up to a 5 star meal and your favorite flowers.

"What is that?" Isla asks sharply, causing you to spin around, tucking the card under your arm.

"Nothing.....just-ah...some flowers....and food."

"What the...." She takes a step closer, scanning you suspiciously. She smirks, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

You feel your face heat up and try to shuffle away quickly in annoyance. She takes note of the way you're turned away, trying to conceal the card and who it's from.

"Well come on, who is it?" She presses. Heather and Vivian walk up and stand next to her in mutual curiousity.

"He's....um.....Greg?"

"Greg?"

"You don't know him." With that, you bolt for your room, leaving your roommates with raised eyebrows and suspicions.

You lock your bedroom door behind you and place the takeout bag on your bed, first arranging your new flowers on the windowsill in a vase before you dig in. When you open the bag, there's three different entrees of your favorite things to order from the restaurant, two of your favorite appetizers, two desserts, and two large to-go cups filled with two of your favorite beverages and those delightful pebble ice cubes that gave that satisfying crunch and sounded so heavenly when it clattered against the plastic.

As you took your first few bites of the piping hot food, you leaned back in your bed with a sigh of contentment. You could probably die and go to heaven with how delicious everything was, your belly and your bank account nice and full.

You stood up and changed into your favorite pajamas and lounge wear, putting a show to watch on your phone while you continued to eat to your heart's content with your gorgeous bouquet as the perfect backdrop against the setting sun outside your dorm window.

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The next morning, you woke up, deciding that you'll get to Alchemax bright and early to give Dr. O'Hara a proper thank you. You figured this would be a one time thing and nothing you could do would be enough to pay him back, not to mention the moral implications of a manager doing this for one of his interns. He really put it all out there for you and you didn't want it to go unacknowledged.

You wrote out a heartfelt letter on some notebook paper and grabbed a poppyseed muffin from the common area and hoped that he'd appreciate the thought behind it. You did your hair, dressing in one of your nicer outfits, makeup just the way you liked it and walked out the door with a spring in your step.

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Alchemax

Miguel took a generous sip from his coffee mug. It had a picture of him and Gabi as stick figures that she drew in preschool as the custom design he had printed on the mug. He looked at it fondly with a little smile as he remembered his reason for it all.

His eyes widened when he saw you standing at his desk, a muffin in a brown paper bag and a note in your hands.

"Buenos Dias." (Good morning) He said pleasantly.

You smiled at him, your heart pattering in your chest a little bit now. "Good Morning..."

The way you finished your greeting made it sound like you had something else to say. Miguel waited, his face a little unreadable as he left the floor open for you to continue your thought.

You clear your throat. "I just wanted to thank you, for everything you did for me yesterday. It's-uh. It's just unbelievable and...and I don't know how I could possibly p-pay you back..."

You reach out, offering him the note and the muffin. "I wanted you to have these..."

Miguel's eyebrow raises.

"I-I know it's not a lot....heh. It's absolutely nothing compared to what you've done for me...but it was the least I could do."

Miguel hums and sets down his mug, taking the note and the muffin. "You're welcome...and thank you, for this..." He peers inside the paper bag. "Poppyseed?"

You nod, absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.

"One of my favorites." He says with a little smile. However the smile quickly disappears as he walks past you to his desk. "I'm going to have you work with Dr. Drew and the junior intern group from now on."

"Dr. Drew?" You give him a confused look. "But, I thought..."

"I have something different in mind for you." He said shortly, sitting down and opening his laptop, peering over his glasses. "I believe Jess's direction will be better suited for your needs. Her group has an opening anyway."

You feel your stomach flop. This was unexpected and you didn't have anything against Dr. Drew, but Dr. O'Hara's group was extremely hard to get onto and this was basically a demotion. Senior Intern just looked that much more attractive on your resume. You were startled at having this change so quickly, uncertain what this would mean for your career and the impression it would leave on your transcript.

"Doctor...with all due respect." You said slowly. "I wanted to be on your team. I mean, I wrote that thesis, I collaborated on that project last year with Dr. Parker and I really really worked my tail off..." You feel a lump in your throat. "Please don't take me off your team."

Dr. O'Hara looks up at you a little sternly from his desk, "I understand your concern, but trust me, this will be a better move for both of us. Jess is a brilliant scientist. One of my best. She will lead you better than I."

"Is...does this have anything to do with what you did for me..?"

Miguel cuts you off, a little harshly this time, saying your name in a firm tone. "Please. Do not argue with me. She's already expecting you and doesn't like to be kept waiting."

You take a step back, a little alarmed and immediately regretful at pushing back. You turn around quickly, walking swiftly towards Jess's office without another word.

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Dr. Jess Drew has a lovely smile for you when she sees you walk in. "Hello! Remind me of your name?"

You give it to her and humbly enter the lab, a tall, young looking blonde with one side of her head shaved with the tips dyed pink, and another tall young man with curly dark hair are handling some lab chemicals with safety goggles on their faces, stepping back as the concotion begins to fizz.

"Gwen and Miles here are studying chemical reactions. You'll help me supervise them."

You nod, returning the kind smiles that they both offer you, before they go back to their discussion.

"So, Miguel tells me you are studying Bio?" Jess asks, trying to start up conversation.

"That's correct."

"Wow, and you're going to apply to medical school?"

You nod again. Jess smiles, impressed. "Well, good for you, girl. An Alchemax internship will definitely make you stand out."

You give her a weak smile. "I hope so...to be honest with you, I didn't see this coming. I was kind of expecting to stay with Dr. O'Hara's group until December, then I could be eligible to apply for a full time position."

Jess nods in understanding, a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. "Well, I've known Dr. O'Hara for over a decade now. If he made any changes, it's for good reason and probably best for your individual career path. Can't argue with the CEO."

"CEO?" Your ears perk up.

"Oh..." Jess gives you a little embarrassed smile, nodding towards Gwen and Miles as she motions for you to join her a little further away out of earshot.

"Yeah...he recently started the whole internship program and likes to be hands on with up and coming scientists, so they're fully prepared to work under him and meet his standards. He hates it when people bring up his status as CEO. He just is under a lot of scrutiny and dislikes media coverage in general, so he keeps quiet about it...don't tell anyone I told you that." She murmurs to you with a wink.

Finally, it all makes sense. The money, the lavish gifts, how powerful he was. It made sense Miguel was the elusive CEO of Alchemax that liked to hide from the public eye, despite Alchemax's blaring position in the limelight as the cutting edge of innovation for science and tech. A crowning jewel for the economy of Nueva York, putting them on the map as a technological hub and source of income for over 200,000 employees.

You nod and go back to helping Jess, Miles and Gwen, continuing to work while being unable to get Dr. O'Hara to leave the back of your mind.

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When it's time to leave and go to lunch, Jess stops you after Gwen and Miles had already left. "Hold on a sec!"

Jess hands you a small white card with elegant gold trim around the edges.

"You're wanted in the executive suite for lunch. Floor 99. And the code is written down here." She points to the neatly printed black numbers on the card.

"Now, this is important. You are forbidden to share this code with anyone, let alone tell anyone you were up there this afternoon. Got it?" Jess lowers her voice.

"For-bidden. Meaning if you tell anyone, not only are you fired, but I am too, because I was the one who gave it to you. And I have no problem hunting you down... got it?" She shoots you a warm smile.

You smile back, understanding she's mainly joking, but just trying to emphasize the importance of keeping it confidential and covering herself. You nod. "Absolutely...I'll, I'll guard it with my life."

"Atta girl."

You smile and walk out to the hall towards the elevators, impossibly wondering why on Earth your presence was needed in the part of the building less than a handful of people had privilege to access.

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You punch the button for floor 99. Nervousness and jitters rising in your body almost in sync with the glass elevator's ascent, passing floor after floor.

Finally, floor 99 arrives with a loud ding. The doors open, revealing a polished marble hallway with a large, fancy door at the end. You walk down it, the sound of your shoes echoing off the walls, noticing the they are adorned with some of the finest artwork.

Cubism style paintings that must have cost a fortune. You pause at one of them, admiring the art, then resume your walk again, arriving in front of the large door. You look to your left and there's a small keypad. You enter the code:

2-0-9-9

You jump back, startled as the door automatically, slowly creaks open, revealing a lavish, lounge suite. Floor to ceiling windows cover the wall on the far end you're facing, a wall with various pieces of tech and advanced looking gadgets are organized in a black case to your left. Gentle harp music playing from a speaker fills your eardrums. There's several tan, cozy looking sofas and sleek coffee tables in the middle. A water feature is on the wall to your right, tranquil water trickling down polished rocks and lightly splashing into a peaceful pond with green lily pads dialing up the degree of luxury. You walk towards the windows, taking in the afternoon cityscape of Nueva York and discover a huge buffet table laid out in front of it.

Platters of the finest pastries and breads: croissants, Challah, assorted bagels, muffins, brownies, danishes, strudals, fritters, and the like. Next to it is freshly cut deli meats: ham, prosciutto, salami, pastrami, turkey, and roast beef arranged beautifully on wooden planks. Then a huge collection of cheeses with cheddar, swiss, havarti, muenster, fresh mozzarella, a large wheel of expensive looking brie, raclette, camembert, and smoked gouda with elegant serving utensils.

Your mouth waters as you take in the sight of an enormous porcelain bowl of fresh fruit. The juiciest, greenest looking grapes you've ever seen with plump strawberries, fresh pineapple, delectable looking kiwi, freshly washed raspberries and mango.

If you thought that wasn't enough food, there's also salads in crystal serving bowls: Wildberry, Cesar, Cobb, and a yummy looking pasta salad with bowtie noodles.

You hear sharp clicking of stilettos behind you on the marble and you turn around.

"There you are!"

Lyla comes walking up to you with a smile, a little frazzled from all the other errands she's been running this morning, wearing a pink blazer with slacks to match, her brown bob hanging neatly around her cheeks.

"I'm glad you could make it! Miguel is running a little late. He's in a meeting, but in the meantime you're welcome to begin and get served up, then if you want to just have a seat at that table." She points to a large oak table next to the waterfall.

"Oh, and what juice do you want, sweetie?"

You blink, so overwhelmed by all of this fancy food and attention. This level of luxury something completely foreign to you.

"Um...what do you have?"

"It's all freshly squeezed." She says with a smile and adjust of her glasses. "Umm, lemme see if I can remember...okay, yes we have orange, apple, grape, cranberry, mango, passion fruit, grapefruit..."

You think for a moment then tell her your selection.

"Great! Coming right up. Oh, and there's also a coffee station, water station and assorted teas over there." She points to the end of the buffet table as she hastily walks into another room.

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A short time later, you're sitting with your huge plate of food and three drinks, munching away with a content look on your face, watching the city below outside the window as you dine on the fancy lunch.

A door opens on the far end of the room and Miguel comes walking through, loosening his tie and shrugging off his blazer. Your cheeks heat up as he approaches, his white dress shirt clinging to his body and sparing you no detail of every bulking muscle of his figure, an endearing slight pudge of his stomach and a little smile on his face as he greets you for the first time.

"Is the food to your liking?" He asks gently, draping his blazer over the back of the chair next to yours.

"Oh! Um, yes. Yes, oh my God. Everything is amazing. Thank you, doctor..."

"Miguel." Miguel responds firmly. "Please call me Miguel from now on."

You nod, "Miguel..."

Miguel's body gets warm at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He's a little ashamed because he'd love to make you say it again...a little louder eventually.

"Well, eat as much food as you like. Feel free to take some with you. I'll have Lyla package it up for you."

Miguel walks over to the table, dishing up his own plate. "I'm sure you might be wondering my reasons for all of this. Why I changed your internship and why I invited you here."

Miguel finishes dishing up his plate, just a generous helping of the Wildberry salad with vinaigrette and a croissant, sitting next to you. Sauvage by Dior coming off his neck making you clench your hands into fists.

"I invited you here because...I want to be straightforward with you. I'm very intrigued by you."

Your lips part, your fork falling out of your hand and clattering against the porcelain plate making you jump. A trace of amusement flashes across Miguel's face, then he returns to looking at you with a sincere expression. "I've taken an interest in helping you with your career. With this medical school journey you are on." He continues, turning his attention to his salad, stabbing some of the lettuce.

"I'm a man who makes deals. If you are comfortable with it, I'd like to work out an agreement to where I provide you with anything you might need or desire in terms of funds, clothing, food..." He coats the bite of lettuce in some dressing. "In return, all I ask for is your complete loyalty and companionship. With the ability to negotiate what that looks like."

You dab your mouth with your napkin, trying to make sense of what he's telling you. If you weren't mistaken it sounds like, "You want me to...be your sugar baby?"

Miguel smiles, blowing a little air out of his nose. "For lack of a better term, yes." He takes a bite of his croissant, then a generous sip of lemon water.

"But, why. Why me? I mean...all the other girls in my dorm at my college, the smart women you work with, surely, there's someone else that would be a more equal fit to you. Why such an interest in someone like me?"

Miguel pauses, setting down his fork. "Because I see in you what you don't see in yourself. You have potential. You're smart and determined. You've demonstrated you can work hard. You're different. I've noticed you're a lot kinder than your peers. You're humble, and you don't show off." He smiles.

"You're a perfectionist and you put extra care into your work. I want to make your dreams of medical school happen for you. I see an investment that's very worthwhile."

"An investment?" You ask. "I'm just a business proposition?"

Miguel chuckles. "No...no....you are certainly more important than that. Traditionally, with these kinds of arrangements, there's a...a more intimate component to it." His brown eyes shine with the tiniest hint of mischief. "Typically, I'd provide all of this for you, and you'd give me something in return."

Your breathing gets a little heavier.

Miguel notices your flustered reaction and smirks, putting a reassuring hand on yours. The warmth of his palm radiating over your skin. "But, my mother raised me to give freely, without expectation of receiving anything in return. I would be fine providing for you as long as you'd let me. As long as you continue to work hard for my company, perform well in your studies, and agree to not to see anyone else while we are involved with one another, but I'm getting a little ahead of myself."

You remain silent, a quiet analysis underway in your mind as he slides a folder to you with a fancy ballpoint pen, the click of it alone sounding like a year's salary. "Open it."

You obey and open the folder with shaky hands. A lengthy, formal agreement is neatly typed in small black letters, with ample blank space in between some of the clauses of the agreement, presumably for any changes you'd like to make.

Miguel opens his own copy of the document, taking another fancy ballpoint pen in hand. "Now...this first paragraph details the money aspect of our arrangement. Since I sent you $1,000, that would be considered an advance on your allowance, and I would not send another payment until two weeks from yesterday. Unless, you are needing more before then?" He asks. "Why don't you list all of your debts for me and their respective amounts, and I'll write them down here."

You nod, going through the list. There's your phone bill, your Netflix account, Spotify, your insurance, groceries, your three maxed out credit cards, a personal loan you owe the bank, as well as anything you need such as toiletries, medicine, and clothing. Miguel takes note of each one and writes it down. The room silent except for the gentle flick of his pen.

"Perfect. These won't be an issue at all." He scans the next paragraph. "Now, for this portion, I need you to fill out this form."

He slides you a new paper, and your eyebrows furrow in curiosity as you look at its contents. It almost looks like a personality quiz, asking for your favorite foods, drinks, places you like to go, your favorite colors, your favorite fashion brands, what makeup you like to use, jewelry you prefer, your height, and measurements.

"What are these for?"

"These are for me. So I can take care of you properly." Miguel says.

You feel the area between your legs get hot when you notice one of the items. "F-favorite... position..."

Miguel smirks. "Like I said, we can negotiate on that portion. I'm not expecting you to do anything intimate with me if you are not comfortable. But if you are..." He stands up, leaning over you a little bit.

"Then I'd like to know, so I can pleasure you accordingly. In just the way you'd like..."

You can feel yourself getting dizzy. Everything about this arrangement seemed so good to be true, you had yet to find any downsides to it. But it felt wrong, almost naughty. This man who was supposed to be your boss, now turned into your personal butler, chef, piggy bank, providing and pampering you with anything and everything a girl could possibly dream of or want.

"I...I might be okay with little things like...I don't know...kissing?" Your face heats up and you look down at your lap. Were you really talking out loud, in explicit detail about a proposed physical relationship with your boss?

Miguel smiles and nods. "Alright..." He jots that down. "Anything else?"

"Anything but...sex." you say the last word quietly as though it was a sin.

Miguel gives you a reassuring smile, perking up a little bit in excitement at the idea of you opening yourself up to him a little more physically. "Could you be more specific?" He asks quietly.

Your face burns and you look around to make sure Lyla or someone isn't around.

"It's just you and me, cariño..." He says quietly, leaning a little closer to you. "I need you to be as specific as you can about what you are comfortable with doing together. Nobody will know, but you and I..."

His tone is gentle, just above a whisper. You feel your insides curdle into honey. "Um...kissing, like making out..."

"Mhmm..." Miguel nods slowly, writing it down. "Please, go on."

"Um, touching..."

"Over, or under clothing..."

"Um.." you bite your cheek, trying to keep your composure. "....both."

Miguel cocks his head at you, a smile curling on his lips. "You sound unsure."

You shake your head "No I'm, I'm sure..."

Miguel looks at you curiously. "You don't need to lie or say what you think I'd like to hear." He sets down his pen.

"To be frank, your pleasure is positively correlated with my own. In order for mine to be optimized, yours must be completely satisfied...and I'd like to get as much as I can."

Your eyes flutter and you swallow, nodding. "Ah-okay.... Um...yeah let's just do touching outside of our clothes for now."

Miguel hums and takes note. "We'll revisit that part later, when we have more time. This next section is extremely important."

He runs his finger down the page. "Now, these are just a few housekeeping items. I prefer minimal public displays of affection, and if there are any, they are extremely modest. Any public dates we go on will be limited so you are not spotted by the press. You are not to post of our relationship on social media. You must reject any romantic advances from anyone else. Does this all sound okay?"

You blink a little at the rigid terms but nod. "Okay, yeah, understood." You look back down at the document, scanning over the next paragraph, noticing the next section, "Transparency...so, I'm allowed to ask you any questions I have before I sign the agreement?"

"Yes, any questions you have, I'll answer. So you know what you're getting into." Miguel says, leaning back in his chair.

"Have...have you had relationships like this before?"

Miguel nods. "Yes, I have."

You gulp, a little uneasy at his answer but you slowly digest it. "Have they been...employees of yours?"

Miguel pauses as he recollects his memory. "No, admittedly. You are the first. That's why I moved you under Jess's leadership. To try and avoid any entanglements that would compromise my business."

You nod, biting the tip of your pen thoughtfully. "It says here you don't do marriage?"

"Marriage? No. That's correct. I will not marry anyone."

You hesitate. "Can I ask why?"

Miguel nods, taking his seat next to you again. "I built this business from the bottom up. It means a great deal to me. I have entirely too much to lose. My fear for the security of my assets, along with the messy emotions of a marriage are why I refrain from entering into it again."

"You were married before?"

"Yes, once. She passed away shortly after my daughter was born."

"I'm sorry..." You say quietly.

"Don't apologize, it happened a long time ago. But, my not wanting to get married has caused many of the women who were in your position before to end the relationship. I understand if this is a deal breaker for you."

You contemplate for several moments. Marriage was something you dreamed of, but with all of the amazing benefits he was offering you, perhaps you could put up with a ring being taken out of the equation, for now. "I think I can handle it."

Miguel smiles and nods. "Very well...just know that you can terminate this arrangement at any time, and I won't harbor any feelings of animosity towards you if you do. I understand my requirements are extensive, but I intend to make sure it's completely worth it and you are happy and taken care of. If you sign this agreement, you will still be mine entirely. Anything you desire, anything you want. I promise it will be yours."

His hand finds yours again. "Now...if you'll sign, please?"

You quickly write your signature on the bottom line. A small breath leaving you as he tucks it back into the folder. "Wonderful...thank you. This means a great deal to me...with that said and done..." He takes you by the hand, helping you stand up.

His eyes look into yours. You hold his gaze, a look of wonder on your face as you look back at this beautiful man who just promised to be all yours. Your wish his command. Every pretty and fine thing in his world at your disposal. He purrs quietly, bringing you closer.

"Will you put your hands on my chest, please?" He whispers.

You obey, your lips parting as you feel the dense muscle underneath your palms. A quiet rumble vibrating through him at the sensation of your touch. Your eyelids droop when you feel him bringing his hands to your hips.

"And...I can put my hands here...?" He murmurs.

You nod silently, wetting your lips.

Miguel smirks at this, his own eyelids becoming heavy and he leans down towards you a little bit. "Can I have a kiss, before you go?"

You utter a shaky breath and nod, "Yes..."

He carefully and gently presses his full lips against yours in a delicate kiss. He was softer than you were expecting. He hums quietly and begins slowly to open his mouth against yours, releasing little breaths into your mouth when you hold the kiss.

Any anxiety you had about this arrangement seemed to dissapate as quickly as your lips met in a tender first meeting, your body now reacting with a mind of its own, your hands slowly sliding up his body, finding the back of his hair.

Miguel grunts a little eagerly, pleasantly happy with the way you're responding, and he pulls you closer, sliding his tongue into your mouth, sucking your bottom lip, using one of his hands to angle your head, requesting permission to leave his kisses elsewhere besides your lips. You groan and tilt your head back, letting him gently move his lips along your throat. He chuckles against your skin. "Perfect...."

He sighs and cups your face in his hands, looking at you with adoring eyes. "I have to go away on business until Friday..." He brings you back in for another kiss, gliding his tongue across your lips, smiling as he hears you moan open mouthed into him.

"Mmm….this...should hold me off until then." He presses his forehead against yours. "In the meantime, don't forget to fill out that paper of all your favorite things." He nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours. "I also need your phone number."

You beam at him and eagerly enter your number into his sleek phone while he gently kisses the top of your head, watching you do it. Before you part, he speaks up.

"One more thing, with me, you will be looked after and offered personal protection."

A man enters the room. He's tall and lanky, sporting a grey turtleneck under a fancy tweed black trenchcoat and circular framed glasses with dark brown hair. He's rather cute and looks like a mashup of The Matrix meets Peaky Blinders.

"This is Noir. He will be your personal driver. You're to let him know where you're going at all times and if there's anything you need, okay? He has my number as well, so any questions or concerns you have for me, you can also relay to him in the event that I'm unavailable."

"Ma'am." Noir greets you with a friendly smile and polite kiss on the back of the hand. "Your wish is my command. Your safety and comfort is my utmost priority. If you're stuck in front of a train, my only job is to throw myself in front of it."

Miguel clears his throat, a little annoyed with Noir's dramatics. "Yes...right. Take her home, please. Make sure she has anything she needs until Friday." He pulls you back in for one more kiss and hug. "And I'll see you...." He kisses you tenderly. "Very soon...¿Vale? (Right)

"Right..." You agree, giving him another gorgeous smile. "Thanks, Miguel. I'll miss you..."

Miguel gives you a warm smile and one more peck on the lips. "Awh...te extraño más(I'll miss you more)." He winks.

"Take care of her for me, Noir."

"You got it, boss."

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Noir drives you in a sleek Mercedes back home, opening your door and making sure you have everything you need before he drives off into the night.

You walk in your shared dorm with a big smile, only to have it wiped away when you open your fridge. Your leftovers from your takeout last night were missing. You close the fridge with a frown and walk towards your room, pausing outside Isla's room. You hear her voice along with Heather and Vivian's speaking in low volume which abruptly cuts off when they hear someone approaching.

"Hey..."

The three girls look up at you from their places on Isla's bed as though you killed their cat.

"H-have you guys seen my food that was in the fridge?"

"Don't know, don't care." Vivian snaps.

You tense up, wondering where this hostility is coming from. "I don't get it, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, except Professor Hill came in and bitched at all of us not cleaning the bathroom."

You take a deep breath. "Okay...but, I told you guys last week, I'm tired of being the only one who cleans it, and this week I'm not doing it, so one of you needs to decide who's taking a turn this time."

"Um, actually it is your job this week. Since you want to be a whore and sleep around with the boss." Heather says, crossing her arms.

You feel a knot in your stomach.

"What are....w-what..."

"Huh, um what, duh?" Isla responds, mocking you in a deep voice with dramatic facial expressions. "Stop playing dumb. Now you think you're hot shit, getting to skip out on work now that you're his little slut and he's sending you flowers?"

“First of all, it's none of your business, second of all, why are you privy to any of this, Isla? Did you go into my room while I was gone?”

“It's none of your business, since you wanna play that game with me, you hoe.” she retorts.

"It's not my fault he chose me over your desperate ass, Isla!"

Isla pauses, then chuckles darkly. "Oh sweetheart...." She gets up, shoving past you and racing towards your room.

"What the-" you attempt to run after her but Heather and Viviana hold you back, pushing you against the door. "Ow-stop! Please!"

Isla takes the bouquet of flowers from your window sill and the card, "ThAnK yOu FOr tHe sAnDwICh and fOR yOur DiliGEnt woRK fOR mY depaRtmEnt. EnJOy- Dr. O’HArA!" She reads in another mocking tone.

"Isla, those are mine!" Heather and Vivian restrain your arms, preventing you from entering your room. "Stop!!"

Isla smirks and opens your window, tossing the gorgeous bouquet of flowers out of it.

Your heart sinks from your chest to your stomach and you bolt outside, Heather and Vivian cackling at your expense.

Your lip trembles and eyes fill with tears as you crouch down, trying to pick up the pieces of the shattered vase and the tattered flowers that lay on the ground.

----

Noir notices you're not as talkative as he drives you to work the next morning. “Long night?”

“Eh…” you try to brush it off. “Just issues with my living situation.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Noir asks, adjusting his mirror so his gray eyes look into yours. “I'm all ears.”

You make a tiny scoff, running your tongue along your teeth as you recount your confrontation with Heather, Isla and Vivian, sniffing as you tell him how they've made your life hell and picked on you ever since you moved into the sorority.

Noir nods, taking silent notes in his head as he quietly drives.

“Hey…” Noir says to you as you go to exit the car. “Don't let the bastards get you down, little lady.”

You crack a small smile, nodding and entering the building with a loud sigh.

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After work, as you slide into the backseat, you gasp at the sight waiting for you. A fresh bouquet of red roses and babies breath even bigger and more gorgeous than the old one, with a new note from Miguel.

This vase is shatterproof. ;) Please tell me if they give you any more trouble. You're more precious to me than any flower. I hope this proves it.

All yours,

-Dr. O’Hara

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Gentleman 🌼💌

Geneticist!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Intern!Reader

Synopsis: You're a struggling college student who's managed to land a coveted internship at Alchemax in the Genetics department under Dr. Miguel O'Hara. It's no secret that everyone wants him but you managed to catch his eye. Word count 3.4k

A/N: from a suggestion by @miguelzslvtz 🖤 here ya go! My take on a sugar daddy fic with Miguel in a situationship to lovers trope, with my own little twist on it. If y'all like this enough I'll continue it 🥰 I'm also trying to cook the other ideas that were left on my feedback post I made a little bit ago including a Nerd!Miguel fic and a CEO enemies to lovers eventually ✊🏽 This art by @/blahhberry on Instagram is Dr. O'Hara btw 😏

TW: a little angst, food insecurity, financial struggles, a little bit of bullying, jealousy, relationship between manager and subordinate, I don't recommend this IRL , half ass science stuff, I'm no expert 💀

Part 2

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The sharp wind chill in the morning that only lead to a sweltering afternoon began to signal that summer was edging towards the pre autumn season. Miguel took a deep breath in through his nose as he walked down the steps of his grand estate, black Americano in a fancy tumbler in one hand and his phone in the other, listening to his favorite science podcast with wireless earbuds as he smiled and blew one more kiss to Gabi who was waving goodbye on the doorstep next to Conchata.

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You're running down the florescent halls of the large maze like interior of Alchemax, sweat forming on your forehead and upper lip, flaps of your lab coat floating away from your body like a mad scientist. You're a whooping 40 minutes late for your first day of your genetics internship. Not how you wanted this morning to go at all, simply because you decided to "rest your eyes" five minutes after your alarm went off.

Your outfit you had planned all week didn't look how you envisioned, you had no time to do your hair and makeup, now you were trying not to cry as you prepare yourself mentally to kiss your career goodbye before it even got started.

Miguel is looking over the shoulder of some of the other interns in the lab, quiet tinkling noises of the lab samples placed under glass microscope lenses and hushed voices with quick scribbles of lead pens on lined notebooks. Soft giggles coming from a neighboring group of a few girls from your sorority that were shamelessly gawking at the older, handsome, tall, brawny geneticist with brown eyes, sneaking photos of him when he wasn't looking to fawn over in their respective group chats.

All eyes are on you as you enter the quiet lab, and shamefully shuffle to the only unoccupied table which happens to be in the dead front. A pin drops and your heart sinks to your stomach as you're met with an annoyed stare from your intern supervisor.

Miguel addresses the group he was in the middle of assisting, nodding with a low, "Continue,"

He walks up to your table. Your face burns furiously as you fight back tears, hastily pulling out your notebook, pencils and supplies to get set up. Miguel stops in front of you and you swallow slowly and sniffle as you look your superior in the eye for the first time.

His broad shoulders and tall height give him an aura of seriousness and slight intimidation. His eyes are deep brown and seemingly bottomless, mesmerizing, a hint of softness in them despite everything else about him that portrayed sternness underneath his narrow frame glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. A shadow of stubble peppers his strong jaw and runs down his thick neck, a very faint streak of grey runs along the corners of his brunette locks. He rolls up the sleeves of his lab coat on his thick forearms, eyes flickering to his clipboard and then back to you.

"Name?" He asks.

Your mouth dries momentarily at the pleasant low timbre of his voice, but you quickly answer, hoping your first impression isn't completely unsalvageable at this point.

He nods and shifts a microscope towards you, along with your lab sample testing kits. "Since everyone else is already partnered up, I will be your partner for this first project." He clicks his pen, stowing it gracefully in his lab coat breast pocket, swiftly unloading the samples from the kit onto the table, prepping them.

"Firstly, I am Dr. O'Hara. I'm the head intern supervisor for the Genetics department at Alchemax. Today, we are identifying and labeling these samples in various stages of cell division for my research groups that I oversee." He explains. "You should be fairly familiar with these, correct?"

You feel the heat but you nod enthusiastically, determined to turn this day around and prove him wrong and show him that you're just as deserving to be here as anyone else; you just had a stroke of bad luck. You eagerly take over and adjust the microscope lense for the first sample and bring your eye to it, squinting and then quickly writing down the label in your notebook for the first sample: "That's...anaphase." You state confidently.

Miguel looks at you while you write, leaning towards you a little bit and shifting the microscope closer to him, a faint whiff of his scent rolling off his arms for a brief moment, catching you off guard. He looks into the microscope without a word then nods, the corners of his eyes softening, removing the annoyed glare they held earlier when he first looked at you. "That's right." He affirms.

Another hour passes, and you both manage to complete all of the samples you were assigned in the nick of time, wrapping up the final sample two minutes after the internship was due to end, just a tad late due to the delayed start you got compared to your fellow lab mates.

As you worked, Miguel took note of how you seemed to work slower than the others, yet you were more cautious. You were meticulous and a bit of a perfectionist, taking lots of time to ponder and even verify anything you weren't sure of by asking Miguel and following up with any additional questions you had that were spawned as a result. He liked that you were thoughtful and inquisitive. You were humble and demonstrated you could work hard to get things done.

As you hastily packed your bag, closing it with a loud zip, Miguel cleared his throat. "Well done today... I'm impressed you could manage to complete the same work load as your colleagues, despite having less time to do it."

"Oh-thank you, sir." You nod, giving him a modest smile. "I try to work hard at what I do."

"It shows." He nods, removing his thin glasses and hanging them on the front of his shirt, the weight of the glasses barely tugging his shirt down, revealing a little more of his neck, accentuating his broad chest. "Just, do not be late again.....ever, okay?" He looks at you sternly, his expression as he waits for your confirmation almost as though he was begging you to keep this promise.

"I won't, Dr..."

"O'Hara."

"Dr. O'Hara." You say confidently, standing up a little taller. "You can count on me." You state firmly.

He nods, the corner of his mouth ever so subtly revealing the ghost of a smile. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

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You set nearly 10 consecutive alarms for the next day, waking bright and early to get dressed and do your hair and makeup just how you wanted it.

You let out a deep breath, a comforting smile on your face as you paced yourself down the street, enjoying the morning and much more confident and at peace with yourself knowing you looked good and you weren't going to let Dr. O'Hara down by being late.

Your stroll is interrupted by a loud growl of your stomach. You groan and check your phone. You had plenty of time to grab a small item for breakfast from the bodega on the way. You beeline in the other direction, backtracking momentarily to go satisfy your hunger.

You feel a pit in your stomach when you realize what day it is and rip out your phone, your heart sinking to your chest when you see that $800 withdrawal of your student tuition posted to your checking account. You scroll with a shaky hand, pulling up your calculator and doing the math after two of your other pending transactions went through. You were left with a whooping $7 to your name, and you weren't going to get paid for another week.

Shit...shit...

Normally, you had a handle on your finances, but a couple of emergencies came up where you had to visit the doctor, buy your medicine, and also buy another textbook that one of your professors neglected to mention was required for the class. That, along with your tuition, and maybe a couple more iced coffee runs than you should have left you with barely nothing to survive on until your next payday.

But with the way your stomach is utterly growling right now, you'll just have to find a way to deal with it later. You order your usual breakfast sandwich from the bodega and sprint down the sidewalk, making haste for Alchemax.

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Miguel is about to enter the lab, shrugging into his lab coat when he hears chattery whispers coming from behind the door. He stops for a moment when he thought he heard his name, inching closer so as not to reveal his presence, leaning against the door.

You're being interrogated by some of your fellow interns, the group of girls that were oogling Dr. O'Hara the day before and also your fellow sorority members: Heather, Vivian, and Isla. They're pelting you with a million questions a minute, expecting a full report on what it was like working with him yesterday and trying to dig up any information about his personal life.

"Ugh, I wish he would've spent time with our group yesterday instead. No offense, of course," Heather says.

You shrug, going back to writing little notes in your notebook, reviewing your work from yesterday.

"How come you're so quiet?" Vivian prods. "Seriously, you haven't like hung out with us at all and barely talk to us."

"She thinks she's better than us," Heather answers. The group snickers at that.

"No..." You protest, looking down in embarrassment, doing your best to try and shrug off their pestering comments.

"Girl there's no need to deny it, O'Hara had his eyes on you yesterday. He was obsessed." Vivian teases.

Your cheeks get hot as you look back at your notepad. Yes, Dr. O'Hara was easy on the eyes, no denying that. But he would have never thought of you that way in a million years. You were there for an internship, end of story. You had only barely managed to save this opportunity from burning and crashing to the ground a day before.

You knew you'd have to put in double the amount of work as everyone else did to prove yourself. There was simply no time nor room to dwell on how handsome the man was. A dangerous road you knew you needed to stay clear of, no matter how the other girl's comments were starting to get to you, a tiny whisper nudging your ego at the fact that it did seem like he had something of an interest in you.

"Sharing is caring, girl." The group's leader, Isla, pops her gum with a little smirk on her glossy lips. "Next time you get a chance, ask him if he's married and report back to us on what you find out."

Your face heats up. "Are you kidding, you ask him, Isla! The man barely tolerates me. I'm not gonna wind up on his bad side just because you guys want me to be nosy..."

At that very moment, Miguel abruptly enters the lab, taking his place upfront like he normally does, leaving behind a swift cloud of his scent hanging in the air as he brushed past your table, with everyone unaware that he heard every word that was said about him prior to his entrance.

"Good morning." He says in a pleasant tone, addressing the entire group. "We will be doing more sample identifying work today. Why don't we break into the same groups as last time. Since we have an odd number of folks, I'll have you work with me again." He looks directly at you.

You can feel envious pairs of eyes burying themselves into the back of your head as you sit side by side next to Dr. O'Hara again, clicking your pen every once in a while, coloring a black dot into the corner of your paper out of passive boredom while Miguel worked alongside you.

Miguel was slightly turned off by the comments he heard about him from your colleagues, finding the whole exchange unprofessional. He needed focused, dedicated interns who prioritized the work in front of them they needed to get done, not fantasize about him.

Frankly, it put him in an awkward position and he really didn't want to deal with it altogether. He looked at you as you silently labeled and notated one sample after another, barely speaking to him and your eyes locked on your own paper.

"So, what caused you to apply to this internship in the first place?" He asks.

You look at him, caught off guard by the sudden question. "Oh, well I'm going to school for Biology. I'm wanting to apply to med school."

"Really?" Miguel responds. "That's commendable." He goes back to his task, longer moments of silence passing between you two.

You turn around and you notice Isla and the others mouthing something to you. You try to mouth "What?" back to them then Miguel interrupts you, causing you to jump in alarm.

"Hmm, what?"

"I asked, are you here on a scholarship?" Miguel responds nonchalantly, his eyes locked on a sample under the microscope.

"Oh, no I'm not, unfortunately." You fiddle with a button on your lab coat. "I have student loans that I'm trying to pay back."

Miguel hums quietly in response, taking in your answer. "That must be a heavy burden with such an expensive field you're going into."

"Yeah..." You sigh. "It is. Sometimes I have to pick between paying my bills or eating lunch," you joke half-heartedly.

Your stomach growls loudly and you grab your stomach in alarm, hoping he didn't hear it.

Miguel looks at you in his peripheral vision, a slight hint of amusement on his face at the sound, finding it kind of funny that you seemed so embarrassed of a natural bodily process. "Speaking of lunch, sounds like it's getting close to that time... " Miguel remarks casually.

You nervously try to laugh it off, your face still a higher temperature. "Yeah, haha...for sure."

Miguel nods towards the brown paper sack sitting on the table. "Why don't you step out for a moment, have a bite to eat?"

"Oh..um." You try to play it off like you don't want it but Miguel remains unconvinced.

"Go on, I'll take these next few since you did the last three."

Your stomach growls loudly again and you stand up swiftly, not needing anymore convincing to take care of your raging hunger, taking the paper bag with you.

When you step into the hallway, your face utterly falls in disappointment when you realize the bodega gave you the wrong sandwich. It's a Reuben with sauerkraut. Your stomach groans in misery and you go to unwrap the sandwich regardless, hoping your desperation will make it easier to get over your dislike. A wave of nausea hits you at the smell.

You simply can't bring yourself to eat it, and it's time to head back anyway. You try to walk with watery eyes back towards your table with the brown paper bag still in hand, heart in the gutter because your last $7 is gone and you have nothing to eat but disappointment and desperate wishes for better circumstances.

Miguel's eyebrows raise as he watches you swiftly grab your things and leave the room without saying goodbye. Miguel walks back to his desk and notices your brown paper sack sitting there with a little sticky note on it.

"Dr. O'Hara- thank you for your help today."

Miguel frowns and opens the bag, his eyes widening at the sight. Reubens are his favorite. He takes a deep whiff, relishing the smell of the corned beef and melted Swiss with the Russian dressing and sauerkraut. This must have been a sandwich from a bodega because the bread smells and feels like it was baked only a few hours ago. Miguel looks at your handwriting on the note and then back at the door you just walked out of.

He feels a pang of guilt. While he greatly appreciated and relished the unexpected treat, you just gave up your lunch, and based on that comment you made earlier about your loans being so much that you had to choose between your debt and eating, he was starting to get worried about your well-being.

"Lyla? I need y/n's student loan records from the financial department. Have them on my desk in an hour."

"You got it, Migs."

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You entered your dorm, trying to hide your tears and dodge interrogation from Heather, Vivian, and Isla.

"Hey, you."

You pause, with a sigh, turning to meet Isla's burning stare. "Yeah?"

"Girl, so...is he married?"

"I didn't ask." You rub your temples.

"Oh my god...you had one job!"

"Look, y'all, I don't mean to be rude. But I just had thee shittiest day of my life and I have no food until next week. Wondering about whether our SUPERVISOR is married or not is not at the top of my list of concerns right now."

The groups looks at one another, taken aback. "Dude...calm down, we were just curious, it's not that deep. So dramatic..." Heather grumbles.

"It's okay y'all, I'm gonna make him fall in love with me, just watch." Vivian jokes.

"No me!" Isla shouts.

The three of them banter back and forth and you turn, huffing towards your room.

"But really wtf does he even see in her? Like why pay attention to the most boring person in the room when we're right there..." Isla mutters once you're out of earshot.

You lay down in bed, too distraught to study and cry yourself to sleep.

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Two hours later, your eyes ease open, your pillow slightly wet with drool after a good post-cry nap.

A missed call from your college shows up on your phone.

Confused, you return the call.

"Student Services how can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm a student...I have a missed call from you guys."

"Student ID?"

"27872099"

"Yes...we were calling you back about a credit to your account. It looks like that was fully settled this afternoon, and a refund has been issued back to your checking account that you have linked to your student account."

You blink. "Um, okay...but there was a balance of $10,130.70 this morning, and you guys took out the 850, so...what, there's probably a little over 9k remaining?"

"That was paid in full, along with an additional $1000.00 so actually that extra credit should be refunded to you and posted in 1-2 business days depending on your institution."

Your brow furrows. You look back at your bed then at the ceiling, trying to figure out if you were still sleepy. "Is this some kind of practical joke?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, that's ten thousand dollars we're talking about. And you're telling me that all of it was just magically erased this afternoon?"

"I can send you the statement if you would like, ma'am."

"Yes, please. Because something doesn't sound right about all of this."

"Very well...and your email is still valid?"

"Yes. Thank you."

You hang up and pace in your room until the email notification comes through. You blink in disbelief, sitting down on your bed with shaky knees when you see that sure enough, a whooping payment of $11,130.70 was applied.

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Balance: $10,130.70

Debit card payment ending in xxxxx2099 $11,130.70

Ending balance = $-1,000.00

Credit issued for: $1,000.00 to checking account ending in xxxxxx4890

----

You scoff in sheer disbelief, a feeling of elation rising in your body. At that moment, your doorbell rings.

An annoyed Heather calls you downstairs.

You run to the door, your footsteps shaky under the shock of your debt being erased and becoming one thousand dollars richer in one day, mind still buzzing with the news.

A confused man is waiting at the door with a large bouquet of a gorgeous assortment of roses and daisies and a large bag of takeout from your favorite upscale restaurant, asking for you.

You nod slowly with a raised eyebrow and he hands your goodies over to you. Your mouth falls open at the small card attached to the bouquet, your name etched in silver cursive letters and a small message typed in black lettering.

Thank you for the sandwich and for your diligent work for my department. Enjoy.

- Dr. O'Hara

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Laus Be

WARNINGS: SMUT. Double cock Demon Miguel, Not proofreaded, Mild dub-con, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: I'm high af on Advil and had to take this out of my system before I forgot. And yeah jskjs. Probably comes out as crack fic jsksj.

[Laus Be - Praised Be]

Summary: A cult offers you as a tribute to the Demon King himself ~

Viscous crimson liquid rolled off your chin as you were forced the goblet on your lips. Some of its remnants seeping and sliding down your throat.

The chants of cloaked figure around you intensified as they prepared their sacrificial lamb for slaughter. You.

They had not only kidnapped and kept you in the shadows for a while, depriving you from external stimuli that could soil what they had in hand.

Silence had turned your biggest company in the dark, stony, fusty and humid cell, you were being fed with selected things. And no matter how much you begged, they never released you.

You didn't know them, neither their faces, as them remained perpetually obscured by the cloaks. The only indicator they were human was the fresh smell of charred flesh in the back of their palms. A skull like spider symbol burned and forever marked into their skin.

You were kept in the dark until now. Everyone spoke in a foreign language you've never heard before.

One of them dragged you away from the twisted comfort your cell provided you, another group, bathed you in such delicate oils and perfumes, a common practice among the royals, and finally donned in nothing but a white silky and lace robe.

Then you were taken to another room, more like dragged, a golden chalice brought to you. The sickly sweet smelling concoction stared directly at you, but naturally, you refused.

Do not ever accept a drink from a stranger.

Wise words from your old man came into mind, but the wistful thought was shaken away as the liquid was forced down on your throat. Some droplets staining your angelic appearance. Their cloaked leader seemed annoyed you had ruined the immaculate purity your dress limned.

But it mattered not. Not when you were guided to a different room. A room that immediately lit on its own, revealing several pentagrams carved on the floor and walls. Candles melted, but they seemed perpetually alight, neverending incandescence illuminating and warming the room.

An appalling contrast from your cell, from the place in general. There was no windows, not a glimpse of anything that could dictate you who reigned over the skies. Day or night. Your sense of time had been so warped you couldn't even tell how many days your stance in this place had been.

Your eyes felt heavy, droopy and your body shivered. The perkiness of your breast peeking through the silky and soiled gown. One of the cloaked figures pulled you inside the outer circles of the first pentagram.

The contact of their skin made you whimper. You didn't know what had came over you, but certainly that sweet drink you were forced down a little ago, had everything to do with it.

The gates closed behind you, as the mystery people surrounded you. All of them kneeled as their voices united in an ancient chant.

Your mouth panted as they repeated the chant.

Laus be, Rex tuus [Praised be, Our King]

Your heart thumped harder, as your temperature increased. Heat and fear spreading through your body as the circles of the pentagrams begun buzzing with dark energy, soaring into life.

The chants increased, and so the smoldering heat between your legs.

An Aphrodisiac?

You didn't know not cared. The only thing in your mind was to run, as fiery red eyes emerged from the dark mist that disippated into tangible black spiders. Spiders that approached to you in a freakish speed.

Egredere de requiem tuam!

[Rise from your slumber]

You fell on your knees. The presence of the emerging entity had your insides cry in sheer need. Your body was rioting against all rational thought. Need clawed and begged to be acknowledged, but fear clung so hard you tried in crawling away, only for a hand to reach for your ankle and drag you back.

"No!"

You whimpered as the spiders crawled on you, panic rose at seeing them jumping all over your body, you tried to shake them off in your haste, but a low growl made you still. Deliciously low and dangerous. Your heart and clit pulsed.

No, no, no! Run!

The little crawlers hopped on your body again, to your shock, they melded together, taking the shape of hands that were now caressing whatever exposed piece of skin you had as other tugged and tore at the ceremonial robe, forcing you deeper in the pentagram circles, right before the demon.

Palms brushed on your bare body, by instinct you tried to cover up, a pair of hands stopped you. Black mist hands held your arms above you, wrist together as the rest proded at your outer folds, squeezed your breast together, pinched your nipples, kneaded your hips and ass.

"S-Stop!" You mouth lied and the demon before you smirked. His sharp and well sculpted factions revealed to you. Despite the horns attached to his forehead, he was as beautiful as terrifying. Sharp teeth shone when he plunged his big thumb inside your lips, toying with your warmth and moist tongue.

"Don't fight it"

Raspy and underwordly voice echoed through the walls

The summoned hands ventured a couple of fingers inside your now soaked hole. Your eyes drooped even further. A debauched expression coming through your flushed face. You licked his thumb, and engulfed it with closed eyes as the fingers slid in and out of you.

"Surrender to me"

He growled as another finger stretched your squelching and pulsating cunt. His thumb twirled against your tongue as his body took it's final shape. Broad and well sculpted torso, narrow waist with a sight that made you clench around his fingers and your mouth water. Hard and proud cocks, adorned with thick veins, a happy trail decorating the above.

The chants never stopped, but it didn't matter. You were focused on his deep and alluring voice that called you into the depths of depravity where he came from. You were a sacrifice offered for him to devour.

Pushed on your knees and crawling to him, whimpering as his fingers slid faster out of you, edging you to your first demise.

His clawed hand took gently your chin, holding it open as his other hand took one of his hefty cocks and fed you the tip, you immediately took a hold of the other one, stroking your hand on it. All inhibitions gone as your mouth worked him. He tasted rich, tangy and so addictive. He cackled at your shameless cock worship. Both mouth and hand wet and warm.

Your tongue was desperate to taste every inch of him, your eyes glowed in the same red hue. Your strokes on his second cock went faster, nearly fisting him between a tight grip. He hummed in approval

"So eager to please" He grunted and pushed deeper inside you, the stretch in your jaw was worth the pain as he slid in and out of your plump mouth. His hand bobbed your head on his length, coating him with a mix of your saliva and his pre cum.

You gagged but he pushed you as deeper as he could, holding your head still as his hips rammed on your lips, Your nose nuzzling and inhaling his musky and tantalizing scent that not only sent your senses in a stronger riot. He growled as your throat muscles clamped around him, tightly, just like your hand.

"Wonder if it's as tight between your thighs"

He rasped with a grunt and thrusted a few more times before releasing your head. A thick thread of his cum connecting your lips with his tip. You gasped, mouth gaping as the soft and wet noises kept coming from his soaked fingers. Your need to hold onto something only increased as your hips moved on their own, sinking deeper ontop of them.

"Pl... Please!" You mewled in between breathless pants. Your flesh soaked and quivered under his ministrations, imploring to be taken

"Are you begging to be destroyed, little one? Is that what you want?"

You nodded and his sharp fangs came into view as a wicked smile stretched in his meaty lips.

"So be it."

You mewled once more as he pulled his summoned fingers away from your slit, snake like tongue curling around them, taking a taste of you. He growled and pushed you to the floor.

Summoned hands immediately taking a hold of your body, spreading your legs for him to take in the sight of you. His lips were brought into sight as he approached your puffed and drenched cunt.

Slimy and amphibious like tongue slid between shivering folds, to then push in inside you. Clawed hands brought your hips against his mouth. Your hands clenched in tight fists at the pressure

His slithering and coiling tongue made you scream at the overwhelming sensation of him instigating your orgasm. His tongue was a bully, just as his hands that toyed with your clit and butthole.

Your nipples, engorged by the constant pinching and pulling. Toes curled in as you came into his mouth. As he left you, your insides felt empty, in dire need to be filled again.

One would think after such ministration the effects of the lust would tame down, but since the chant of the cloaked figures never stopped, your lust didn't subsided either. It only burned with such intensity you were growing to fear.

The handsome devil positioned himself between your legs, his sprung cocks twitched, ready to be plunged. The summoned hands folded you in half, exposing your holes to him.

The fist one rubbed in between your folds, coating it even further in your slick as the other one poked at your second tight hole.

"Oh God!" You cried as he stretched tortuously slow both of your holes at the same time, only to end up in a powerful plow as you mentioned 'god'.

He growled as his hand squeezed your neck, dangerously tight. Your arms restrained above you

"You'll see what a real god , feels like, wench"

Your spine arched as his hips began moving. To say you felt full was a measly thing compared to how your body was being used. Your lower belly bulged everytime he slid in, he pulled out only to plow deeper. Your skin shook by the rough display of power.

The hands that kept feeding your delusional debauchery, held you in place. The room was filled with your breathless and unceasing pleas and needy cries. A lot of 'Yes!' along with 'It hurts so good' and more 'use me!'

Your hips felt like breaking by the hefty weight of his own as they slapped against yours. Your senses were drowning in the sensorial overload he slowly put you through.

Skin burned, your nose kept smelling him, sweet and musky, adding to your already overwhelmed arousal, His taste reminiscing on your tongue, Your eyes locked in his cocks and how these disappeared into you, taking you to a new level of pleasure you'd never thought reaching. And hearing his growls everytime you clenched around him made you reach your second orgasm right away, despite him just starting using you.

"Pathetic" He sneered

His thrust increased in strength, making you spill out broken pleas and incoherent mumblings. The rough friction felt like nirvana itself. Overstimulation was devastatingly delicious.

Hands turned your convulsing form down. Chest flat against the floor, your arms were restrained behind your back by his demonic hand, and your plump ass, up, awaiting to be ruined.

You took a look at the hooded figures, none of them were looking, but they kept kneeling and chanting like their lives depended on it.

The new stretch on both your holes made your eyes roll back and your jaw to slack.

An array of lewd curses flew out your moaning mouth. His cocks fought for which hole came first. Your sobs choked and were replaced by mild grunts and screams as your body lurched forward at the force his god like body exerted on you.

Bot of your holes were shaped into his girths, stretching and welcoming him despite their continuous bullying.

The back of your thighs tainted red by the rough slaps and thrusts.

Another orgasm for you. Both holes clamped and creamed around him, his cue for giving you a little break that didn't last much as he laid on his back and sheathed you ontop, earning a weakened and shivering scream from you.

"I can't!" The hands held you again, helping your hips to move up and down as they spreaded yours ontop of his thighs.

A frown came into his face, with a swift movement of his hands, he made the summoned limbs to sheathe you faster and rougher. Your slick rolling down his thighs. His hand pulled your hair down as you wailed like a banshee in need.

As much as you wanted to close your legs, it was impossible. Pleasure turned borderline painful as his other hand squeezed your throat. The asphyxia only increased the brain splitting sensations.

The demon king only laughed with sultry mockery at your state. He wasn't even half satisfied, and you were already losing your mind.

What was it? Four? five? The clenching and sobbing from you just confirmed the fifth one.

"Giving up so soon?"

This time, he cradled you into his arms and summoned a throne. A throne where he'd sit down and sunk you once more ontop of him.

You shook your head vehemently, trying to get away. Your arms were numb behind your back. Both holes deliciously stretched, empty and a tired face Miguel still found amusing and endearing as to how you reacted.

He was holding back after the third orgasm. Humans felt always welcoming. But you, you felt heavenly.

So tight and delicious. A need he had to sate every year. The past tributes were outright awful. You had been entertaining him for quite a while now.

His free hand cupped your cheek before his lips crashed onto yours. He moved his hips in a slow motion, trying to give your raving a pause as he took his time in exploring your mouth with his own and his tongue.

Your moist muscle opposed little at the slithering and coiling one that had you breathless in matter of seconds. Your body glistened in sweat. Hair strands etched to your neck, super back and cheeks. Flushed flesh and a dumb gone look that made you even more worthy to look at.

He had ruined you. And it was time to reward your outlasting.

His lips let you go and his hips began moving once more. You couldn't even utter a proper word. Voice hoarse and raspy. Mouth dry.

As he kept pounding and relishing your broken body, you couldn't help but collide against his chest and arch your back, creaming at the base of his first cock as your ass squeezed his second

He took a fistful of your front strands and seized your face as pleasure flooded your senses once more.

"Eyes on me, wench"

Miguel commanded despite your obvious struggle to remain conscious. His pace increased and so did your panting.

Breast bounced mercilessly at his rutting, his lips came closer to yours, you moaned into each other's mouths, before his moved to your neck.

He whispered and groaned things in that ancient language before kissing your tender flesh and biting with his fangs. Marking you as you came with a weakened yelp.

His hand let your arms go to then secure you in a tight embrace while growling and plowing deep enough to have thick spurts of his seed painting your tight and sore walls.

You had achieved what no other lamb had. You had appeased him.

For now.

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