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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭

omg omg😭😭

you're laying in bed unable to fall asleep when it happens. your hand just creeps up his shirt.

miguel doesn't think much of it, you like the skin in skin contact- so does he.

it's when your hand hovers just under his pectorals that he turns to you and raises an eyebrow.

he's still working, hair tired back with one of your scrunchies and his tablet looks tiny in his massive hand. he'd been trying to hypothesise a re-calibration to his nano-bots all day.

"what do you want?" he asks, looking down at you with curious eyes.

your eyes are barely even open, your face turned to face his bicep. "can't sleep," you murmur, planting your hand on his chest and squeezing.

"oye," he bats at your hand when you do it a second time. you groan when his hand removes yours from under his shirt.

"miguel," you whine, drawing the syllables of his name out long.

"amor," he mocks your exact tone. "why're you grabbing my chest?" he drops your hand and cups your face, guiding your tired eyes to rest on his face.

"'cos it's comforting," your words sludge together but miguel makes you out just fine. he cracks a smile, you narrow your barely open eyes; "it is. helps me sleep."

"yeah?" he teases, and you nod. your hand slinks back up his shirt and rests on his chest, for the most part it's just an added heat to miguel's chest. "if you don't fall asleep any faster i'm calling bullshit."

you let out a tired giggle and slobber a kiss to his bicep; miguel waits five minutes and in no time he feels your breathing change- deeper now as you fall asleep.

he can't believe it.

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secretlocket · 9 months

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THINKING ABOUT BOYFRIEND!MIGUEL.

boyfriend!miguel who’s stoic demeanor cracks like glass on concrete when he’s with you. his ice cold forefront melts like butter under heat just by looking at you, hearing your voice—just by you.

boyfriend!miguel who laughs at your lame jokes, giggles at the memes you send him even if he doesn’t understand them.

boyfriend!miguel who takes all your recs into consideration. that netflix show you told him about that’s got you hooked? he’s already on season three. your favorite band just dropped a new album and you want him to check it out? he already has it playing on repeat. the candy that you’ve been obsessed with since you were a kid that you would love for him to try? he keeps stashes of it in his kitchen cabinet.

boyfriend!miguel who loves falling asleep with you on the phone. wether if it’s a regular call or facetime, hearing you peacefully snore puts him at ease, even though you always end up falling asleep first.

boyfriend!miguel who loves touching you. nuzzling his face into your neck whenever you hug or cuddle. light but tender grips on your waist when he holds you. peppering soft kisses all over your body as a way to wake up in the morning. tickle fights during the late nights when you both have way too much sugar in your systems, so tired you act out on innocent delirium.

boyfriend!miguel who not only loves touching you, but tasting you also—the man is a certified pussy eating king. loves making you fall apart on his tongue, lapping up your liquid essence which he swears tastes like pure honey to him. soft lips sucking on your clit, warm tongue gently exploring your folds as you on grip on to his hair, shoulders, the sheets—whatever you can for dear life as broken, fucked out sobs leave your lips.

boyfriend!miguel who loves you more than life.

boyfriend!miguel who can’t get enough of you.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x yn #miguel o’hara x you

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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hear me out, straddling miguel’s lap while you both watch him masturbate o.O

oh my god??? this is soo?!:!/‘snahajajakalals

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw// nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex

miguel grins wickedly as you straddle his lap, his hands instinctively moving to grab onto your hips, holding you securely. he begins to stroke himself, his thick cock growing harder under your gaze. “watch closely, darling," he says, his voice low and husky. "this is what you did to me. i want you to see how much i enjoyed pleasing you."

“uh—yes..” miguel continues to stroke his hardening shaft, his eyes locked with yours as he puts on a show just for you. his moans fill the room, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. his hand moves up and down his length, gliding smoothly over his sensitive skin. he leans back slightly, arching his chest and displaying his muscular physique. with every stroke, his cock throbs with anticipation, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. the pre-cum makes his cock all wet as his hands pumps his hardened cock.

“ah, fuck, this is all because of you," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "you made me so hard, so hot for you. i can't help but show you just how much you turned me on." miguel’s strokes become more intense, his breathing quickening. every motion of his hand sends pleasurable shivers through his body. his eyes never leave yours, the intense connection fueling his desire. the room fills with the sounds of his moans and the wet sounds of his hand moving along his length. the sight of his erect cock throbbing, veins pulsating, is an erotic sight to behold.

“i want you to touch yourself too, sweetheart," he growls, his voice filled with raw need. "i want us both to feel this pleasure together. let me hear your moans as you give in to your desires." miguel’s eyes darken with arousal as he watches you obey his command. he revels in the sight of you pleasuring yourself, taking in every moan and gasp that escapes your lips.

he matches his pace with yours, moving his hand along his length in sync with your movements. he leans forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his free hand exploring your body, teasing your sensitive areas. his breath is hot against your skin as he whispers, his voice laced with desire, "that’s it. let go and enjoy yourself. show me how much you want it."

as the intensity between you and miguel grows, the room becomes filled with the shared sounds of desire. your bodies move in synchrony, pleasure building with each stroke, touch, and kiss. miguel’s grip on your hips tightens, his groans mixing with yours. he breaks away from the kiss, his voice husky and demanding, "my love, let me taste you. i want to feel your sweet nectar on my tongue." with a hungry expression, miguel guides you to straddle his face, his skilled tongue eagerly delving into your wet folds. he expertly works his mouth, teasing and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

the sensations coursing through your body become overwhelming as miguel’s tongue flicks and circles, sending waves of pleasure through you. the room is filled with the sounds of your moans and his satisfied growls, a symphony of pleasure. miguel’s moans become more urgent as he feels his climax approaching. he tightens his grip on himself, stroking faster and harder, desperate to reach his peak.

just as you reach your own climax, your body quivering with pleasure, miguel gives in to the overwhelming sensation. with a primal groan, he spills his load into his hand, his hot cum coating his fingers. as he gasps for breath, his face covered in your essence, he looks up at you with a mix of satisfaction and desire. "mmm, baby, you taste so incredible," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "such a good girl, giving me such pleasure." he wipes his cum-covered hand on his suit, messy but satisfied. "that was a reward well deserved, sweetie," he says, his words laced with affection. "i enjoyed every moment of pleasing you."

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @obi-mom-kenobi @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @meeom

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snickerdoodie · 2 months

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Summary: you and miguel kick back and relax at the lake, which leads to more fun being done

A/n: there may or may not be horribly translated Spanish in this because I don’t speak it, so sorry if the translations are off. Also, this isn’t proofread so if there’s any grammar mistakes I apologize in advance, but otherwise, hope you enjoy!

It was a hot summer day at the lake, most of the spider people thought it would be a joyous activity to go and have an off day after a hard weeks work. Turns out, it was a *brilliant* and *pleasurable* idea for both you and Miguel. The two of your were relaxing on top of a slightly uncomfortable foldable lounge chair along the sides of the lake, you laying on his strong chest while he lays back nursing a beer, the two of you enjoying the collapsing sunset together. After a while, you feel Miguel’s rough hands start wondering further and further from their resting spot on your waist to closet and closer to your clothed core. Opening your eyes, you lazily glare at his hungry yet cold stare, the small smirk on his face sending shivers through your veins.

“We can’t do this, Miguel..there’s people around..” you mumble out half-hazardously, knowing there was really no reason to fight back; you always lose when it comes to Miguel and his horny needs.

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” He reply’s, smirking. *damn him and his irresistible grin.* With one last glance at him, you lift your head to look around, there’s no one around that could *actually*see what you two are going to do; you’ve been cuddling here for the past hour anyway, nothing different. With a grin of your own, you scoot up closer to your chests are pressed together, your face coming in contact with neck. Your breathes leaving goose bumps across his smooth skin.

“Did you really expect me to not do anything when you’re walking around with those strings you call a bikini? Mi amor, we both know I couldn’t.” There’s an airy chuckle at the end of his sentence, indicating his poor excuse of a joke. With a roll of your eyes, you situate your legs to either side of his waist then grind your hips into his pelvis, earning a low groan from his mouth and a tighter grip to the inside of your thigh. You smirk at the sound, your lips coming to suck at the column of his neck, leaving red and purple cruises in your wake, the occasional bite mark as well.

“Mi vida, stop distracting me, mierda de mierda…” he groans out, earning a laugh out of you, but you never cease your attack on him, thought you do lick and kiss the markings you’ve left. Miguel’s lets out a hum at your kisses and sighs when you suck on a particularly sensitive spot, another shiver surfing his body. With not much warning, his pointer finger pulls the thin string of cloth away from your folds before his middle finger comes to slowly trace circles around your hole, teasingly sliding in a bit before pulling it out and tracing consecutive patterns on your clit.

“Ai,,Miguel…you wanted this, no..no teasing..” you manage to huff out from his assault to your most sensitive parts. With a low laugh, his long and thick finger glides in with ease into your canal. You let out a shaky and loud moan, trying to cover it by biting down roughly on his shoulder; the man lets out a slight hiss at the feeling, yet he doesn’t complain. As the one finger inside of you starts gently moving and thrusting inside of you, a second one starts to inch it’s way inside, nudging in with the other one, the slight stretch making you whimper quietly. Miguel’s bites his lip as he closes his eyes, smirking, he loves how he can make you melt with only his hands…just wait to he takes out his awaiting *package*..

Your nails start leaving crescents on his biceps, chest, and even his forearms as well, anywhere you could reach had your markings on them. Miguel bit his lip harder at the contact, reminiscing in your sighs and moans. With a groan, you finally give him, with a beating heart and laboring breathing, you move up so you’re completely face to face with him, your faces mere inches apart, you can feel his hot breath on your already sweaty face.

“Miguel…” you huff out, hands coming to cup either side of his jaw, “If you don’t fuck me in the next 2 seconds I’m leaving.” You threaten, you both know that it’s not true but the warning was there. That’s all that Miguel’s needs before pushing the padding away and finally sliding his eager cock into you, the both of your letting out dangerously loud moans. His mouths falls open in a silent moan, his eyes squeezed shut in hopes to forever remember this moment.

“Oh, mi amor, oh mierda.” He calls out gently, breathing deeply at he fully sheathed himself inside of you, filling you up entirely. “Fuck, I love how your pussy feels, so tight, just for me.” He grunts softly, his hips coming to ever so slowly retreat then push back in, making you moan out again, more drawn out at his slow pace. His large hands come to grasp the flesh of her waist tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh roughly, the feeling of them making you become mush in his palms, much to his pleasure. As you both reminisce in the feeling of him filling you to the brim, Miguel realizes that there isn’t much time to spare and soon enough starts bringing more power to his once gently thrusting. Knowing that speed would just bring more attention, he resorts to deep, slow thrusts, you don’t mind at all. Getting to lay on his chest while his dick completely and utterly turns you into mush is amazing. Just as you thought it couldn’t get better, one of his hands from your side carefully slides its way to your neglected, swollen clit and starts rubbing medium paced circles on it, causing your eyes to cross and for you to latch your mouth onto his own, trying your very best to muffle your loud sounds (in which it never actually worked.) With a short chuckle and smile, his hips continue their attack on your pelvis, but as he slides into you over and over again, he grinds his hips up for more friction, which causes the two of you to let out groans and whimpers.

“Cariño, estoy cerca, joder..” he pants out, his grinding becoming more frequent the closer he gets to his release. You nod in agreement, the feeling of his rough patted fingers against your sensitive clit has you seeing stars, *he always knows how to rub you the right way, literally.* “You like it when I stuff my cock in that pretty pussy, mija? You like it when there’s so many people who could catch us right now? Yeah? You like that idea of being caught, huh?” You can only hide your face in the crook of his neck at his words, whimpering when his pace gets slightly faster when he’s about to cum.

“Oh Miguel,..I’m gonna cum..I’m cumming I-I’m cu-cumming!-“ before you can even finish your sentence, the familiar waves of ecstasy wash over you. It crashes onto you like the shallow waves of the lake, crash after crash it has you whining and clawing at any part of Miguel’s body, legs right and shaking around his hips, which would have caused him to laugh if it weren’t for him also hitting his orgasm at the same time. You feel the squirts of cum shoot into you the second his hips still, his grip on your hip gets uncomfortably tight as the hand on her mound slows down to a slow stop.

As the shocks of the orgasms ware off, you take a minute to admire Miguel’s body and face; features all sweaty, that crease in his brow that only ever happens when he’s concentrated, his eyes have fluttered shut as his long lashed rest of his chiseled cheeks, his mouth is open in heavy pants as is yours, but what makes it even more admirable, is his hair basically framing his face, sticking to his forehead and cheeks, it makes him look like an angel.

“Oh (y/n)…fuck, I love you, you’re perfect,” he suddenly slurs out, a dreamy smile on his face. You can’t help but let out an airy laugh at his words, a shaky hand coming to floss the hair from his face to his back into the rest of his head of hair.

“Yo también te quiero, Miguel,” you respond, making him smile even more dreamily. You don’t even care if you get cause at this point, all you want is this amazing alone down together, intimate as the moon light reflects off of the abounded water of the lake. It was perfect

Feel free to comment something you liked or not! :)

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #x reader #smut #miguel o’hara smut #x yn #i love him #my man my man my man #purring

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sleepycreamcola · 11 months

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Okay but when Miguel got on all fours for a hot second in that close up shot I was visibly shaken. I probably shouldn’t be admitting this but my ass fucking shivered. I was- oof, I am- oh boy, I’m sweatin y’all.

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certainlynotasimp · 11 months

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OH MY GOD. THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN MY PILLOW BECAUSE OF YOUR NEW SUNNY FIC AGDGJAEGAJAVSG ITS SOSOSOS CUTE I CANT BREATHEHEHEHEHE. it got me thinking…sunny and miggy are perfect for the one bed trope 😭😭😭😭😭 just imagine miggy acting like it doesn’t effect him, sleeping in the same bad as sunny. i’m already giggling thinking about it. PLEASE WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT WHEN YOU HAVE THE TIME 😭🙏

As Warm As You.

Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader

A/N: OMG! Thank you so much for the love and the request! 💕🤍 I personally never read anything from this trope, but I think I made something that can satisfy your fluffy craving😅. But I added some Sunny lore, so maybe this will make up for my ignorance. I’m also sorry it’s kinda short.

A/N: I haven’t seen the movie yet, but this shouldn’t be harmed by it maybe. Also I would like to say that I am using Google Translate for the Spanish phrases I use, so if you are fluent in Mexican Spanish (I think that’s what you call phrases and sayings more common in Mexico.), please comment some criticism my way. Thank you!🤍

Warnings: Trauma, Nightmares, comfort, fluffy bits, One Bed, Miguel is a secret softie, No Use of YN ((Sunny is her nickname, not her name name)), Female pronouns, Google Translate Spanish, Established relationship?

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“Ben?…Ben!”

The little spider’s scream cuts through the screeching sirens. The smog hung around the air as the dying flames stained the sky. Too many flames…Too many places to be at once.

The red staining the dark costume caused bile to build up as the search becomes more desperate.

I have to find him.

The dull pain from nails bending and breaking as the rumble falls around her shaking frame. The choked panting caused the Doctor to find his friend quite easily. His friend desperately searching for something. Someone.

Why can’t I find him?

The question is answered with a patch of dark hair appears under a pile of rumble, the tips stained in red. There was so much…why is there so much…

A howl of pain rings out of the young woman’s throat as she clings to the body, her mentor just steps behind her, helpless as to how he can help her.

No one can help her. Like how no one helped her Ben.

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A faint flash of orange alerts the sleeping man out of his endless dream. He looks around and doesn’t notice anyone at first. Miguel sighs, his paranoia running wild as he almost thought an enemy broke into his apartment, not that it would be a first. As he lays back down to sleep, a slight drag against the floor brings the hairs on the back of his neck to life.

He may not have a spider-sense, but he certain knew when someone was watching him. His talons burrow at as the sound patters closer to his bed. With out hesitation, he lunges towards the noise, his hands catching the form of an invisible figure as he rams them into the wall. A yelp with a whiff of vanilla and lavender stops him from ripping the invisible person’s throat out.

“Cariño?…” Miguel whispers as he retracts his claws. A faint whimpering emerges from the solid unseen being in front of him as her body materializes in the moonlight. The lines of her spider suit glowing an ethereal green as her mask disintegrates, revealing her tear stained face.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at her suspiciously, despite knowing that she was the only one he knows wouldn’t hurt him. His mind blurs his confusion and frustration as he steps back to allow her to recover from being slammed into the wall. Certainly there wasn’t a big enough emergency that the beloved residential ray of sunshine would leave her room at The Lobby to break into his dimension, and bedroom to come get him.

“You know better than to use the gizmo to…” His scolding comes to a halt when the young woman hugs his figure, burning her head into his firm chest.

His shirt becomes wet with her tears as she sobs. The realization hits him as she whimpers into his touch.

She had the dream again.

No. She had the memory again.

His arms wrapped around her short frame as he buried his nose into her hair. Her scent filled the hole of sorrow her cries burned into him. As he rubs her back, her cries eventually stopped as she pulls away from him, an apology already waiting on her lips.

“I’m sorry, Miggy…it was really bad this time…” She mutters as she tries wiping her tears away as she forces a shy smile.

She felt ashamed for bothering him. Miguel was a busy man and she could have just stayed in her room at The Lobby, but the screams were too much.

His screams were too much.

Miguel doesn’t respond as he heads over to his dresser, pulling open a drawer. His face remaining emotionless as he retrieves a sweatshirt that sparked her familiarity.

The old gray crew neck sweatshirt with a fraying collar and mysterious stains along the sleeves. The old golden initials of NYU were cracked and picked apart due to many trips in the wash and anxious tendencies. A faint blush appears as she remembers the first time she ever saw that sweatshirt, the memory being one of her favorite…it was the first time she felt so warm since that day…

Miguel attracts her attention again when he rolls up the fabric in his hands and forces the neck over her head. Her hair sticking awkwardly as she peers up at Miguel in awe at how caring he was despite his annoyed expression.

“Brazos arriba, Sunshine.” He whispers as he helps her arms through the sleeves. She blindly follows him like a student being instructed. The taller spider stands back as he raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“I appreciate that you enjoy the suit I made you, mi luz.” Miguel states with a slight teasing smile. “But you probably wanna be more comfortable for bed.”

“Oh yea…” The small spider blushes in embarrassment as she disintegrates her suit back into her gizmo device. A shiver travels up her spine as the cold air on her legs, leaving her almost exposed except for the old sweatshirt.

“Now then,” Miguel sighs as he walks back over to his bed and crawls back under the covers. “I have several meetings in the morning, so I need to sleep.”

The little spider shuffles in her spot for a few moments as Miguel closes his eyes, getting ready to sleep again. With a nail between her teeth, the girl heads for the door to go find the couch when Miguel clears his throat. She turns back to look at him when she sees the covers beside him pulled back. Miguel’s open eye glaring at her as he groans. “It would be a lot easier for me to leave in the morning if you are in here and not in my way.”

A warm smile forms on her face as she excitedly comes into his bed. Miguel’s front facing her as his burgundy gaze burns with false annoyance and exhaustion. Miguel sighs as he feels the smaller being’s weight snuggles into his broad chest as expected.

“Thank you, Miggy.” She whispers. Her eyes peering up at him with gratitude and an emotion that only shines for him, his own secret that he will die to keep to himself.

Miguel rolls his eyes as his eyes meet hers, his warm cheeks hidden by the darkness. “Go to sleep, Cariño. You’re gonna need it for training.”

She giggles as she wraps her arms around his waist like a teddy bear. “Sweet Dreams, mi bonita araña..” She mumbles as she closes her eyes. His warmth fills the coldness of her nightmares as sleep draws her to peaceful breaths. Miguel remains frozen for a few moments as he makes sure she is deep in REM sleep before his gaze softens.

His rapidly beating heart acts as her lullaby as he places a kiss on her crown.

“Sweet dreams, mi vida…” He whispers into her scalp as his arms loom around her, acting as her shield before he slips into a sweet slumber in his light’s embrace.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader

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chaoticfics · 10 months

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masterpost of fics

Harry Styles:

SNL (Harry Styles X Famous!Reader)

Citrine (Witch!harry)

Sweet as Honey (boxer!harry)

parts: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18.

Heal (wolf!harry)

mute!harry

7 missed calls (car accident)

historical au (farmhand)

prince!harry

witch harry and yn

baseball harry

harry erectile disfunction

secret pregnancy trope

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

stepdad!harry not being legal guarding of r kid

single mom r

teen dad

fairy!harry

Spencer Reid

period stain

police officers check out pregnant yn

gf answers door to bau when they were having sex

sr and r kids get kidnapped when they were secret

sr and r kids set them up

sr and r exs, they have a kid

r is witness, dating sr

secret pregnancy/child

camp!au

cockwarming

one bed trope

lure unsub out by kissing

regulus black

lestrange!r

r and reg live with serious during war

muggle born r and having to lie to reg parents

evans!r. lily finds you and reg dating

steve harrington

mike grossed out by pda

sh going crazy for boobs

r loves his uniform

omega steve

grumpy!r

wallet photo

after birth, steve scared sex

miguel o’hara

secret pregnancy trope

childhood bestfriends (headcanon)

non-spidey, insecure

misses you

misses you (ceo)

male spiders give back rubs

clingy mig

youre cheated on, m comforts

ppl try to guess whats between you

m breaking bed

shy/inexperienced m

secret preg trope

mean/sassy!r

fake relationship

m back scratches

anatomy lesson

Cedric Diggory

cd and r's kid tells their story

smut after practice

Jack Hughs

secret prg trope

single!mom: one, two, three

want baby

walked during sex

daughter comforts after loss

Zuko

Rotations

max thunderman

pheobe catches you two

Battison

fake marriage

failed flying

wife kidnapped by riddler

sakusa

s and r are secretly dating

s and r are engaged

secret pregnancy

oikawa x r

loki x daughter!r

georgie cooper x r

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melaninmight · 9 months

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hermosa

- miguel o'hara x reader | wc: 1.1k

– "all of this love is toxic."

₊˚ෆ ⋮ Miguel is on the hunt for Miles Morales. Not before paying a visit to the woman of his fan- dreams.

⪩⪨ ⋮ cw : dom! Miguel, switch! (sub leaning) reader, vaginal fingering, c00ch supper, pet names, oral, consensual sex

.ᐟ ⋮ disclaimer(s) : all characters are of age, and any sensual activity is consensual. the world of spider verse and characters are credit to respective creators. YN is visualized as a black woman; please be mindful if you're a non-black reader. Minors DNI !

ִ ࣪𖤐 ⋮ vibes : toxic – kehlani

Imagine being the lover of the intimidating, powerful, and ferocious Miguel O’Hara, the woman who garners sole access to a side of him that he wouldn’t dare showcase publicly to his colleagues nor residents of the Spider-Verse.

If there’s one thing you knew well about the man was his calculated efforts to suppress his true emotions since the loss of his daughter. Miguel’s drive to maintain the Spiderman legacy, followed by his distant demeanor, has left the both of you stagnant in the relationship. You were made aware of Miguel’s hunt for a certain boy, thanks to Peter keeping tabs with you about your man’s whereabouts. Of course, you didn’t blame Miles for his determination to change the narrative and to protect his father from upending death– if anything, you found his values admirable and crucial in ensuring change within the Spider Verse. Yet, much to dismay, this only led to arguments between you and Miguel, hence his distant disposition.

Checking your phone, you scrolled through the previous messages sent the day before.

Y: Worried about you.. Pete told me everything. Are you okay?

Sighing as he hadn’t responded, you turned your phone off and threw it across the bed. Your back pressed against the soft bedding, eyes fixated towards the ceiling as the fan blew cool air in the bedroom. Turning your body to Miguel’s side of the bed, the warm musk of his scent filled your nostrils; despite these tedious events, you missed him. You wanted– no, needed him.

Just before you passed out, the sound of the front door unlocking pulled you out of bed, Miguel’s shirt flowing down your body like a dress once you entered the hallway, steering towards the door.

Perfect timing.

Lo and behold, the righteous Miguel O’Hara entered the building. Closing the door behind, he whispered something in Spanish, back against the door as he glided a hand through his messy brown locks, his Adam’s apple throbbing from a dry mouth. Opening his crimson eyes, his gaze is fixated on the melanated beauty standing in the hallway, eyeing you up and down.

Damn did you look sexy in his shirts…

“Took you long enough,” you teased as you stood in front of him, arms crossed.

He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I apologize, mi amor. Something came up.”

“Lemme guess, you're dealing with the kid?”

Miguel sighs.

“He doesn’t understand the risk he’s imposing on the Spider-Verse. Stopping him is the only way to honor and secure the Spiderman lineage.”

You rolled your eyes, as you’ve heard the phrase more than once. Your hands rest on his chest, tracing the muscle behind it.

“I don’t think Miles is to blame… his pretensions are risky, then again, perhaps change is what the Spider-Verse needs to break a generational curse. After all, that’s what you aspire to accomplish, right?”

A slight grin formed your lips as you heard Miguel’s ragged breaths upon your touch.

Raising on your tippy toes, you blew into his ear, whispering.

“You’ve been stressed lately. Leaving me stranded in this condo by my lonesome. All those nights of yearning for those strong arms around me, your passionate kisses, and the sex.”

Hissing a breathy moan, you gazed up at him, hands caressing his sharp jawline, giggling from his awe-stricken visage, eyes glistening with longing lust. Your voice velvet as you spoke.

“Oh, how I missed the way you claim me, fucking me like your life depended on this pussy.~”

Immediately, Miguel shuts you up with a fervent kiss, arms gripping your waist. Breaths mingled, tongues clashing, he doesn’t hesitate to swoop you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his lower torso. Walking towards the bedroom and kicking the door shut, Miguel pins you down onto the bed without pulling away from the heated makeout.

Oh how he has missed you, regretting the cold treatment towards you since the incident. His longing for you ate his spirit the longer he was away from you. Tonight, he ends that cycle.

His lips parted ways with yours, a stretch of saliva breaking apart between wet lips, not before trailing love bites across your neck and chest. Biting your lip, you hummed from his latches on your breasts, releasing a gasp at the sensation of his tongue sucking, pulling, and twirling your sensitive nips.

Miguel smirks, freeing your left breast with a pop! before proceeding to the right one, applying the same treatment.

“Aah~ fuck,” you whimper, head thrown back against the pillow.

Growling, he releases your breast before aggressively stripping down your panties with no hesitation, face hovering your puffy pussy. Licking his lips, Miguel’s tongue got to work, lapping your pussy as though he were dehydrated.

You couldn’t hold your moans any longer, hands tangled into his hair, toes curling amidst the warmth of his tongue the deeper he explored your wettened hole. The urge to release churned your stomach into a knot, your breaths and whimpers quavery.

“P-Papi, I– close,” you whimpered once more, begging for release.

Miguel chuckles, inserting two fingers inside you as his mouth pulled out, lips coated in your juices.

“Mi cariño, you’re so cute when you beg. Cum for me, baby.~”

Say less..

You gasped, your climax pooling down on his hand as your body shook from waves of pleasure. Miguel chuckled, raising his hand to swipe the juices, groaning as he savored your sweetness.

“Heavenly,” he purred.

Doe eyes watched him, cheeks flushed, your chest rising from the deep breaths after cooling down from your high. Using one foot, you subtly rubbed it against the hardened boner behind his pants, causing the man to release a shaky breath.

“Impatient, are you? Relax, hermosa. Papi’s gonna take xtra great care of you.~”

Miguel rips off his suit, uncovering his toned chest, his cock hardened with pre-cum dripping from the tip. He was painfully hard and ready to smother your insides. He rubs his tip in between your puffy lips, moistening it with your juices before slowly pushing his way in. You shook underneath him, your hands slightly scratching his back, pushing your head forward to meet his lips for another frenzied kiss.

He growled against the kiss, his hips quickening pace the harder he thrusts inside you, pulling away to sink his fangs into your neck. Your nails dig deeper into his skin, the scratch marks scarcely bleeding, though he doesn’t budge.

The harmonious sounds of moans and groans mixed with the beating of the headboard against the wall would cost an earful of your neighbor’s complaints. But, both of y’all didn’t care since Miguel had bought the entire unit.

Blissful, indeed.

— 🏷️ :: @tojibreedingme

𖦹 ⋮ requests: open

author's note: nothing. just miguel appreciation.

! do not copy/translate/post on other platforms. give credit where it’s due. !

𓂃 𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘵! you can also read this on my ao3 of the same name~ ;)

enjoy!

𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰,

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☺︎ 2023 melaninmight.

#melaninmight #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel x reader #f!reader #poc reader #black reader #minors dni #minors fuck off #might edit later #<3333

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iloveyouineveryunivers · 11 months

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In the night.

(Female reader x Miguel O’Hara smut)no use of yn

Warnings(Somnophilia, grinding, sir and daddy kink, light choking, dom Miguel, sub reader)

Authors note: there is definitely grammatical errors so I apologize but I hope u enjoy

It all started when u woke up in the middle of the night from a wet dream, you and Miguel had talked about using each other when needed even if we were sleeping. It started out with u slowly climbing ur way on top of him placing ur warm wet cunt over his cock and grinding yourself over it till it was hard.

You don’t know how he hasn’t woken the only sounds coming from him are some groans and whimpering that only seem to encourage your behavior. You felt so empty you needed him inside, you eventually took him out of his boxers and sank ur searing heat onto him. And that did it he was awake. He looked up at u with tired eyes “oh sweet girl” he groaned out “what’s got you so worked up pequeña arena?” He smirked at u with lust. You ground ur hips into his pelvis hitting ur clit just right making u throw ur head back and rake ur nails down his bare chest causing him to his and his cock to twitch. “Just need ur cock sir don’t want u to stop ever pl- please” you say with a shaky voice. “Then take what u need pretty girl but I’m not gonna help you u woke daddy up from sleeping so ur doing all the work understand”

He said while grabbing ur jaw making u look at him. Suddenly u started moving ur hips up and down at a steady pace making a squelching noise from both ur juices. “So fucking messy for me nasty girl can’t even wait till the morning for my cock huh?”

He said through his teeth while ur hips never stoped moving. “GOD SO FULL SIR” you screamed as his tip grazed ur g-spot and hammers at ur cervix. He grabs ur neck choking u knowing how it makes u squeeze ur cunt around him… and it did making him moan with his mouth handing open. “So tight for daddy….good girl”

“Yes so good I’m sorry just needed u so bad wanted to me full” u said sounding cock drunk as u continued to bounce increasing ur speed.

“Oh no don’t apologize my girl just need my big cock didn’t she” he said with his eyes closed trying to hold back his orgasm

“Yes always need u daddy” she whimpered.

He reached down to play with her clit rubbing soft circles and that was is her legs started to shake and her back arched and she screamed as her orgasm took over. His close behind hers Cumming deep inside her. Had slumped down onto his chest “ feel better Pretty girl” he whispered “feel so good” she said with her legs still trembling while slowly drifting to sleep.

#miguel ohara #spiderman #miguel o’hara smut #across the spider verse

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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i feel like miguel def gives rly mind blowing orgasms but not on purpose tho??

18+ONLY, MDNI smut,

you're not wrong!! it's his attention to detail that makes him amazing in bed! miguel is like hyper-aware of your reactions and what makes your breath quicken or makes your legs shake and he'll just continue to do that and when you do come it's overwhelming because he's reading your body so well that it makes your head cloud and you feel dizzy as he draws the orgasm out of you! what helps too is that he talks you through it too! like he's not coaching you, more so just asking you, 'like that, amor?' or 'more, nena?' or he'll give instructions like, 'just lay still and let me take care of you, vale?' he's just very attentive and thorough so when it comes to you he's going to apply that same logic and your orgasms are always intense and they make you dizzy because he never rushes you through it, he lets you ride the complete wave of your pleasure and many times it causes one orgasm to roll directly into another. he's just the perfect lover in that sense.

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o'hara x black!reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x yn #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara one shot #miguel o’hara imagine

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inkdrinkerworld · 8 months

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yes!!! miguel is so into dumbification!!! can we get a hc for that? i feel like he goes all crazy when you cry, like starts laughing and going faster! <33 tyty

you ofc can!!! 18+only MDNI cw: smut, dumbification, creampie, p in v penetration

miguel knows it’s mean, knows he’s messing with your head but you just look so fucking pretty like this that he can’t bring himself to feel bad.

your legs are on his shoulders, hands gripping the sheets as he leans down and fucks into you.

you gasp, eyes rolling back as you feel him move deeper. it should be illegal for anyone to fuck this good.

he’s already pulled four orgasms from you and you’re sure he’s going to try to pull more but you can’t fight it- it feels too good.

“miguel,” you groan, hands tugging the sheets as the man above you rolls his hips.

“qué amor?” he murmurs, sweat dribbling down his chest. when you don’t answer he rolls your clit and you scream making him laugh.

“please,” you beg and he smirks.

“please what? you know you have to use your words, princesa.” you can’t and he knows it, the extent of your vocabulary right now is his name and pleads.

his hips keep moving and the head of his cock keeps spearing against your cervix and you can’t think. not when his thumb continues rolling your clit.

your hands move from the sheets to his chest, nails digging into his skin as he speeds up.

“fuck,” you cry, body shaking as your fifth orgasm crests.

“you can take it baby,” miguel licks your neck, biting the tender skin there as he feels your cunt clench faster. “just let go for me.”

tears stream down your face as you come, hiccuping when miguel starts chasing his own release.

“look at you,” his hand reaches your face, thumb whisking away your tears. “feels good doesn’t it?” he’s mocking you now, but you can’t tell the difference so you nod anyway.

miguel chuckles a little just before he fills you up. his hand brushes away your hair, lips finding yours and then your cheek.

“you okay?” he whispers, hands stroking your thighs as he puts them down on the bed.

“yeah,” your voice is airy, eyes unfocused as you look at him. “need a minute.” you admit and he smiles, kissing your nose before flipping you both over.

“sorry,” he coos at your whimper, stroking your back to help you relax on top of him.

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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omgg sunshine reader and her baby bots are an epitome of cuteness 😤🥺 i bet she would refuse to call then any other name than baby bots and watch miguel slowly loosing a battle - he will end up calling them like that too 😭

a continuation from this blurb

"miguel, your baby bots are dancing on the kitchen table." you giggle as you watch them, your boyfriend diligently over the stove.

he's been trying to show you some of the stuff he grew up eating, in an attempt to feeling closer to you and the people he's without.

"nano-bots, mi vida." he taps something on his watch and they all fall flat, no longr animated.

"why'd you kill them?" he turns to you, finding you leaning on the table and poking the nano-bots. "make the baby bots dance again, please."

"they're not toys," he says as he animates them again, watching your smile come back as you watch them dance.

three weeks later, he's swinging through your bedroom window, showing you a new nano-bot.

"look at this new baby bot," he curses after saying it, "nano-bot."

you smile, watching the new bot that's completely mat and a little bigger than the others.

"what's this baby bot do?" miguel shakes his head, falling back on the bed.

"this one just dances," he taps on it twice and as he's said it starts jumping and twirling in his palm, lighting up in blue and green hues. "it's for you."

you pepper kisses on his cheek, "you're a real mush, y'know that?"

he rolls his eyes, but pulls you closer for a proper kiss. "no one will believe you, or your baby bot."

"i thought they were, 'nano-bots'?" you say he word in his stern voice and miguel flushes, cheeks painted a warm rosy colour.

"shut up and kiss me."

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inkdrinkerworld · 10 months

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imagine being fuck buddies with miguel because he’s emotionally constipated and the sex is just sex but then he starts falling asleep in your bed after, or seeking you out after hard patrols and he’s like, “i think we should stop this,” and when you ask why he says, “because it’s not just sex anymore and it not being just sex anymore doesn’t make sense because we can’t fall in love.” and he leaves even though his chest is burning from guilt and shame and all he wants to do is turn around, take back everything he said and hold you all night

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x yn #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara one shot #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara angst #miguelo’hara

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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mornings

synopsis: sunshine!reader is not sunshine-y early in the morning, and miguel finds it very cute

cw: fluff, i think that's it, gn!reader [i think i only use they but no gendered pronouns]

It’s amusing to Miguel- this little portion of your personality.

He’d been surprised the first time he was over at your apartment and it was time to wake up- but now, a little over three weeks after that initial day, you’re at his apartment and he’s come to realise that this is your ‘allotted grumpy time.’

He’s been fiddling with some sketches for new suits and new transportation centres for the anomalies that you find as the sun rises.

Miguel’s an early riser- something he’s sure you’ve attributed to his grumpy disposition. Always telling him, ‘It’s because you don’t let your body rest so you get grumpy halfway through the morning’.

Your alarm is going to go off in ten minutes and he finds that he’s eagerly awaiting it.

The soft tunes of waves crashing comes from your phone; your groan follows it immediately. Miguel bites back a smile.

You’re facing the halfway opened curtains, little streams of light pouring through the window as the sun stretches to the top of the sky. Miguel suspects that doesn’t help you fall back asleep as you try burying your face back into your pillows.

“Sol,” he whispers, pencil in one hand as the other scratches at the nape of your neck. “Es hora de despertar.”

Your hand finds his at the back of your head and you remove it with a little more force than he had been expecting.

“No,” simple and final.

He leaves you be, knowing you’ve another alarm in five minutes that usually does the trick. As Miguel waits for it, he moves to his kitchen, setting the kettle to boil.

Your grumbles find him in the kitchen and he smiles at how annoyed you sound.

You stomp your way to the bathroom, and ten minutes later you emerge wrapped in your towel, your face is glossy so Miguel can only assume you’ve showered and done your skincare routine.

Your frown doesn’t go away though.

“You alright there, grumpy?” he asks as he catches a glimpse of you getting dressed.

“M’not grumpy,” you deny as you put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top- as a second thought you pull a sweater off the hanger and drape it over your arm. You don’t have much tactical training today, so you’re opting for comfort. “S’early.”

Miguel meets you in the living room with a mug of tea for you and one of coffee for himself. “You set your alarm, Sol.” he reminds you and you cast a scathing glare at him. He wants to laugh because you look the exact opposite of scary.

No one would believe him if he even muttered the words, ‘Oh they're not a morning person,’ or if he even insinuated that you could be grumpy. Not even Lyla.

“How are you not grumpy?” you ask him as you take the mug from him and take a sip.

Miguel shrugs, setting his coffee down as he gets a pair of socks and your shoes for you.

“Maybe we’ve swapped places for the day,” it’s unnatural even for him to say but it pulls a snort from you and that makes him feel a sense of accomplishment.

“Or maybe you’re an anomaly,” you joke, reaching a finger to pinch and poke at his cheek as he fits your socks and shoes on for you. Miguel bites the tip of your finger as it comes close to his lips, smiling when you let out a gasp that turns to a giggle.

“Ready?” He finishes off his coffee with a couple sips as he waits for you to pack your tote bag- it’s filled with mostly tactile stuff, like your crochet needles and yarn, a sketchbook and one of the little cubes that Miguel had designed to help with your thinking, and then your tablet with all your notes on it.

“Miguel?”

“Yes?” He holds the door open for you.

“Do you think you could help me with the new design for the web shooters? Something’s off, but I’m not sure what.”

He grabs his own tablet and a yoghurt freezie and hands it to you.

“I can, amor. Will you come have lunch with me or will you be with Jess and Margo?”

You laugh at how offended he sounds, “No I’ll have lunch with you. You missed me too much yesterday. Lyla told me how you were even grumpier than usual.” you’ve already eaten half of the freezie when you reach the elevator. Miguel only shakes his head, plotting to figure out a way to get Lyla to not tell you everything about him.

#miguelo'hara #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x yn #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara drabble #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara x black!reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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oml https://www.tumblr.com/inkdrinkerworld/723831735977197568/i-feel-like-miguel-def-gives-rly-mind-blowing

imagine him giving you head…

cw: 18+ ONLY, MDNI, oral [fem receiving], miguel's tongue because yeah

it’s overwhelming, the way miguel pushes your thighs back and settles between the space.

“please,” you whine, hands reaching down to card through his hair. “miguel, i need you?”

he smirks, planting soft kisses to your thighs before his tongue licks a stripe up your sopping pussy.

your moan is soft as he does it again- but it’s when miguel’s lips seem to envelope your clit that you scream.

he smiles into your cunt, fingers moving to spread your lips as his nose nudges your clit.

“déjame oírte gritar, mi amor.” the spanish is muttered into your cunt as miguel’s tongue flicks at your clit.

your brain might not understand the instruction, but your body does. the scream rips from your throat, fingers digging into his hair and pulling as your hips glide across his tongue.

he pulls away for a second, just to spit on your pussy before diving right back in.

“de repente,” he grumbles, pulling your hips closer to his mouth. miguel spreads your legs wider, his position is clear- he’s feasting and he’s not to be stopped.

“so good,” you choke on your moans as he auctions your clit again.

“miguel, i’m gonna come,” you earn only a growl in return and miguel’s doubled efforts.

your moans turn short and sharp and miguel slips two fingers into you just as you warn, “i’m coming, i’m coming.”

your eyes roll back as his fingers hit your cervix every time as you come.

“such a good girl,” he murmurs, kissing your twitching clit as he pulls away. "look so pretty when you come like that for me," his words remain whispered into your cunt and you know by the way his red eyes twinkle that he's hardly done yet.

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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a spider!reader who gives off “sweet girl next door” vibes? she tries to bring miguel cookies with he’s working on something and he scares her, coming off more angry than intended, and ends up dropping them on the floor. (collect groan lmao)

contains minor spoilers to across the spider-verse pt 2

you’d been thinking all day after the whole fiasco of recruiting gwen that miguel needed cheering up.

margo warned you not to, said, ‘he’s a grump. let him grump.’

but you hadn’t been able to take that answer. there was something about miguel that didn’t just scream grump. something seemed tired about him.

so, you tried your hand at baking him something. you’d debated for a long time of chocolate chip cookies or oatmeal cookies were more his style.

you decided on chocolate chip.

you spent two days on them, using a recipe which required brown butter, overnight chilling and a lot of dark chocolate.

you got a lot of flour on you as you baked them, watching them rise and then spread out on the floor of the kitchen.

when they were done you packed them up in a cute purple box you snagged from the cafeteria.

your heart leapt to your throat as you turned down the corner to HQ, hoping that you wouldn’t catch miguel at a bad time.

that hope is decimated when you walk in and find him grumbling to his computer.

“um, miguel?” you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet as you stand in the archway.

“what? what do you need?” he huffs and you feel some of your momentum dry up.

“i brought something for you, but if you’re busy-“ it appears that was the wrong thing to say.

“of course i’m busy! i’m always busy trying to keep the stupid multi-verse from collapsing. maybe some other time we can chit chat.”

you’d never actually been on the receiving end of miguel’s upset, and maybe this wasn’t exactly for you but his tone and the way his arms are flailing around his body makes you feel small in a way that hasn’t happened for a long time.

“right,” you whisper, managing not to cry as you jolt and the box of cookies fall. “i’m sorry for bothering you.”

miguel watches as you don’t even bend to pick up the box. he watches you turn like you’re being remote controlled and he catches sight of your hands wiping at your eyes.

“great, you’ve made her cry casanova.” lyla appears suddenly, foot tapping in air as her arms cross over her chest.

“so now i’m the bad guy?” he asks, but it’s rhetorical. he feels like the bad guy. guilt and shame burn his throat and belly like he’s downed two tequila shots with no lime or salt.

lyla flits to the box, “she made you cookies.”

miguel sighs, hands scrubbing at his face as he steps off the platform to pick up the box. in your neat cursive he notices you’ve written, ‘a pick me from having to do all the hard stuff.’

he wants to smash something. of course he’d blow up at possibly the nicest spider-woman variant. of course he’d be the asshole to make you cry too.

“where is she?” he asks lyla as he sets the box on the desk and opens it to find the cookies all broken. they smell delicious - something close to that bakery you liked when you’d visited earth-2067 with him on a scouting mission.

you and miguel always make a great team on missions and he hates to admit it but he’s very fond of you and he knows you're fond of him too.

it’s why his chest is aching and he needs to find you. “lyla, where is she?”

“in her room, blasting music and cleaning. give the girl a moment alone before you barge in there and make it worse.”

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