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Silk & Cologne (50)
A Miguel O'Hara x OC fanfic - link to AO3 (X)
Chapter 50: Marvel - previous chapter (X)
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC
Words: 5.3K+
Warnings: PG-13 for mentions of previous physical/sexual abuse, violence, and intimate soft fluff.
Summary: After a lovely dinner with her mother, Lisa blinks and it's time to perform for Marvel Day!
Special thanks to my friend Tikoy on discord for beta reading!
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“Oh, I’m so excited for your show! You know, growing up she was a huge fan of all those comic book superhero type things,” Janet smiled.
After exploring the different vendors and stalls for the first day of Marvel Day, by sundown, Miguel and I treated my mother to dinner at a nearby restaurant. The food was great, and thankfully it seemed like my mother had taken my words to heart, making an effort to talk to Miguel. As the night progressed, the pair seemed to be hitting it off so far and I was very relieved.
Keeping his true identity a secret, Miguel went with the original cover story we came up with back when we were chatting with the police after the first fight with Chameleon. Miguel explained to my mother that he worked with an indie tech company outside of the city, and that due to his office’s grueling schedule, we both talked it over and decided instead of ‘driving’ back home whenever we did have time together, I offered for Miguel to spend the night at my place to let him rest. He left out the vise versa of me staying with him at his place, as he sympathized with my mother’s worry about dating again, and we both agreed the idea of me traveling to another dimension to spend it with a guy would definitely freak her out even more.
“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Miguel offered me a side eye’d glance with a smug grin. “A certain comic collection?”
“It was just the one time, Miguel,” I rolled my eyes as I played with my food.
“Oh are they about that one guy. . . The one who wore a suit and flew around. You know, the guy they got to play him for the movie was very handsome, though nothing like you, Miguel!” my mother mused happily, her eyes widening at the idea of her daughter’s old childhood interest resurfacing. “What was his name sweetie?”
I thought I was going to faint as my cheeks flushed, elbows on the table as my hands covered my face to block out Miguel’s teasing expression. “Tony Stark’s Iron Man, mom. . . Robert Downey Jr.,”
“Really now?” Miguel raised a curious brow, sipping his wine.
“Yes, that’s the one! Lisa had a massive crush on him growing up,” Lisa’s mom giggled.
“Mom!!” Lisa gawked at her.
“We all did, dear, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Janet reassured me with a motherly grin. “Honestly, I personally think the films have gone down hill since they killed him off.”
“Ah, ah, careful mom,” I pointed a cautious finger at her, my lips forming a playful grin. “Even the walls have ears.”
While I’m pretty sure she was safe and the chances of other patrons in the restaurant having also come from Marvel Day were slim, I relished in the little friendly payback I got when my mother had quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard her. As I continued eating my dinner, I couldn’t shake off the feeling I was being watched.
“On that note, I’m going to make a quick trip to the ladies room,” Janet excused herself from the table, sitting up before she scurried across the room.
When she left, I was reaching for my wine glass when I sneaked a glance at Miguel and noticed him staring. “What?”
“Are you alright?” He asked me.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I shrugged, rolling my shoulders as I adjusted my posture. “I’m used to my mom embarrassing me by now,”
A ghost of a smile coursed through Miguel’s lips before they thinned into a firm line. “I was referring to your friends,”
“My friends?” I repeated, turning to face him as I lowered my fork.
“You were practically glued to your phone earlier today while we were at the hotel until your mother snapped you back into reality,” Miguel gently reminded me, although his voice carried a stern demeanor. “Plus I noticed them leaving you while I waited in line to grab the coffee, especially Kasey.”
My expression softened into a saddened state as my back hunched. “Right, that. . .”
“Lisa, is everything alright with your friends?” Miguel asked me,with concern, his arm reaching out to rest along the back of my chair.
“Mostly, yeah, it’s just Kasey I’m worried about. . .” I sighed, staring down at my plate.
“Have you two not spoken since your fight the other day?” Miguel asked, his voice gentle as he tried to not sound overly probing.
I sighed again, deeper this time. “No,”
Miguel shared his own sigh, shaking his head. “Alright, I know I asked this earlier, but. . . what did Kasey say to you during your fight?”
My pupils went wide at the question, and if I wasn’t already hunched over and we weren’t out in public, I would have curled up into a ball right there and then. “It’s embarrassing. . .”
“Perhaps, but I can tell that it’s clearly been bothering you,” Miguel stated. “Come on, Mona, you’ve always said I can talk to you, so let me return the favor for a change,”
I was hesitant at first, humming in disarray as my gaze flickered between our plates on the table. Long fingers curled around my chin as Miguel gently coaxed me to look up right at him, his thumb brushing along my skin. The look he gave me made me feel like I was going to melt into a puddle.
“Talk to me, mi corazon,” His voice pleaded softly. - my sweetheart
I gulped as his hand lowered from my chin. “Just. . . promise me you won’t freak out?”
His pupils dilated, his head pulling back slightly as if to process my request. He nodded. “I promise,”
“Okay,” I nodded gently, looking around briefly to make sure my mother wasn’t coming back yet. “Well. . .”
I leaned in closer towards him and Miguel reciprocated, angling his head so he could hear me over the bustling chatter of the restaurant.
“Kasey asked me. . . if ‘it was that good’,” I whispered to him, recalling the memory in my mind as I cringed at the thought.
I could literally sense the moment it registers in Miguel’s mind, the meaning behind those words. His cheeks turn red, whether from anger or being flustered, I couldn’t tell exactly as Miguel pulled away. His fingers curled into the wooden chair, taking a deep breath to compose himself. “Now I understand. . .”
“Are you mad?” I asked him nervously, reaching a hand out to engulf my hand over his in a comforting manner. “Please say no. . .”
Miguel managed one more calming breath, breathing through his nose as his eyes closed shut before opening again. There was the tiniest flicker of his brown eyes shifting to red then back to brown again. “I’m not mad, Lisa, just. . . upset that you went through that alone,”
A small weight was lifted from my shoulders as I sighed in relief.
“But I also remember you saying that she didn’t mean it, but that it still hurt to hear,” Miguel added as his hand turned over, his fingers curling around my own and squeezing my hand tightly. “What did you mean by that?”
Now more than ever I wanted to shrink into my chair, to stand up and run and hide. But Miguel’s thumb gently rubbed along the skin of my hand, his eyes patiently staring as he waited for me to answer. My cheeks flushed as I fumbled for the words.
“Well, because. . . we haven’t, you know. . .” I ducked my head down into my shoulders, my cheeks now burning as I noticed the recognition in Miguel’s eyes. “So when she just assumed. . . I snapped. . .”
“I see,” Miguel responded gently, squeezing my hand.
“I apologized to her earlier, because I didn’t know what she had been going through in her private life and deep down I knew she didn’t mean it. She said so long as our performance tomorrow goes well, in the nicest terms, we’re square, but. . .”
The memory rewound itself in my brain, playing like an old record over and over again. God, I felt so fragile at that moment. Just like I do now.
“. . . Is that something you want, Lisa?” Miguel suddenly asked me.
He reached over with his free hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear as I looked up to face him.
“What?” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Is that something you’d like to try and. . . pursue with me?” He asked more confidently, “Not now, of course, but in the future?”
My eyes widened at the thought, the idea of Miguel and I being physically intimate with one another. Everything we had tried and done up to this point was. . . magical, as corny as it sounds. But it was the truth.
“I. . . I would love that, Miguel, but. . .” I smile softly at him before it falters into a frown, my voice hesitating.
“What’s wrong, Mona?” Miguel asked me, that look of patience never faltering from his face.
“Nothing! I mean, nothing involving you, of course,” I reassured him with wide eyes as I squeezed his hands. “Miguel. . . you have been so patient with me with this. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve your affection. You’re just. . . amazing, and yet I make myself hesitate because. . .”
Miguel didn’t say anything, his head tilting to the side as his fingers brushed down my hair again. You’ve been so patient with me.
“When it came to our relationship, Ji-Ho left more than just mental scars, Miguel. . .” I shuddered, lowering my face in shame.
I could feel the muscles of his hand twitch as Miguel froze.
Same old Lisa, so snarky and stuck up.
Going to leave a stain here with that Captain America looking buffoon like you did with me in Korea?
I shuddered at his previous threats, my mind filtering back to old memories. I swallowed nervously and without realizing it my hand came up and brushed along my neck as if I sensed someone else’s hand wrapping around it. Threatening to tighten its grip and make me choke.
I could feel the body heat that radiated from Miguel’s body gain closer in proximity as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “We don’t have to discuss this further if you’re not comfortable. But when you are, I’ll be right here,”
A single stray tear raced down my cheek as I willed myself enough courage to look back up at him, his token of affection releasing me from the dark pit I was falling in. “Thank you, Migs. . .”
“Shall we discuss something else to lighten the mood?” He suggested.
A tired sigh escaped me, “Yes, please, before my mother sees me,” I reached over for a napkin to dry my cheek.
Miguel allows me the moment to compose myself as he reaches for his glass. “Tony Stark?” He raised an almost judgemental brow in my direction. “Really?”
I nearly recoiled as I grabbed my wine glass. “Miguel O’Hara, you’re not jealous are you?” I matched his demeanor, leaning back into my chair as I swirled the wine in my glass.
“‘Jealous’ is a strong word,” Miguel rolled his eyes. “What do you like about him anyways?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, he’s funny, and I think his suits are cool,”
“Okay, but without the suit, what made Stark so likable for you?” Miguel glanced over at me with a genuinely curious expression, trying to mask his jealousy.
“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist,” I grinned, sipping my wine.
Miguel immediately shot me a look, eyes widening.
“Don’t give me that look, he said it!” I gaped, trying to hide my snicker.
“Oh he’s a philanthropist alright,” Miguel muttered into his cup.
I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Easy, guapo, you are way better than Tony Stark. You take off your suit, who are you, Miguel O’Hara?”- handsome
“You mean other than a guy who goes commando?” He whispered in my ear with a toothy grin.
It took everything in me to not spit my drink out, again. “You know what I mean,”
Miguel snickered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Genius, trillionaire, and a handsomely charming philanthropist,” he grinned. “You are stroking my ego so much tonight, it’s honestly adorable,”
“Well first impressions, meeting the parents and all, I know it can be stressful,” I sighed gently as I set my wine glass down on the table. “Just trying to keep your spirits high,”
“Mona Lisa, I’m having a wonderful time. I like your mother, she’s a lovely woman,” Miguel reassured me with a soft expression, his mind beginning to wander as his gaze drifted. “It’s just. . . having another mother figure appear in my life after my own wasn’t exactly. . . the best,”
Something tugged at my heartstrings as I lifted my head up from his shoulder, concern pulsing in my eyes. Family trouble? “Are you okay?”
After briefly hesitating, Miguel nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s just going to take a moment for me to. . . adjust is all. But I swear to you, I enjoy your mother’s company,”
“I’m glad,” I smiled up at him, squeezing his shoulder. “But if you do ever feel uncomfortable at any point or need to step away, you can tell me, okay?”
Miguel’s smile curled as he leaned in, kissing my cheek. “I promise,”
We smiled warmly at one another before returning to our food.
“Well, all this talk of Stark did make me think of a little passion project of mine,” Miguel’s lips curled into a ghost of a smile.
“Oh?” My eyes perked up. “What kind?”
“I had an idea for another suit,” Miguel mused. He quickly peeked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching them or coming up to their table before he pulled back the sleeve of his jacket, revealing his gizmo. He tapped the screen, revealing a small holographic projection of a schematic for the new spider-suit. “Still nanotechnology, but the protective material would be an armour plating,”
“. . . Is the colour scheme red and gold?” I offered him a playful smirk.
Miguel shot me a look as if I just insulted him and his genius brain, finding comparisons to the comic book hero simply to annoy the shock out of him.
Try as I might, I couldn’t hold back my laughter as I lowered my hand from my mouth, “I’m joking, Migs!”
Miguel scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully at me. “If you must know, I was thinking of a white, black, and red colour pallet. This will make Stark’s suit look like a tea kettle,” he grinned.
“That’s a big claim,” I grinned, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I’m sorry, who did you say was your favourite again?” Miguel gave me a knowing look, as the projection vanished and he leaned into me, wrapping his arm around my back.
“You are, Miguel. My genius, trillionaire, charmingly handsome philanthropist, and Spider-Man,” I smiled, my hands snaking up his chest and caressing his neck.
“Thought so,” He grinned.
“Getting cozy again?” A familiar voice approached us.
Miguel’s eyes glanced up suddenly and his pupils went wide. He quickly stole a kiss from me before pulling away, returning to his seat. “Nothing too scandalous.”
Janet sat back down in her chair, giving me a teasing look before she picked up her fork. “Reminds me of back during my work days, I had dinner with Bon Jovi and his wife one night. Couldn’t keep their hands off one another,”
“Mom!” My cheeks flushed as I hunched into my chair.
My mother erupted with laughter and Miguel’s own hearty chuckle quickly followed after. I looked over at his face, seeing the way he smiled. After realizing how much I loved seeing him smile, I laughed along too.
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Miguel’s P.O.V.
After dinner with Lisa and her mother, Janet, they escorted Lisa’s mother back to the hotel she was staying at. Miguel smiled softly as Lisa hugged Janet tightly, saying her goodbyes. It made him reminisce on what might have been with his own mother.
“I had so much fun tonight,” Janet’s smile was practically beaming as she pulled away to cup Lisa’s face. “Don’t forget the extra suitcase I brought for you, and get plenty of sleep for tomorrow.”
“I promise, mom,” Lisa smiled back, playfully rolling her eyes at the reminder. “Old habits die hard.”
Janet nodded at Lisa before pulling away completely, and looked over towards Miguel. Miguel immediately stiffened, snapping to attention when Janet approached him. To his surprise, she offered him her hand.
“It was very lovely meeting you, Miguel,” Janet offered Miguel a genuine smile. “I can certainly see why Lisa likes you.”
“Aww, mom. . .” Lisa’s cheeks flushed, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked off to the side.
Miguel couldn’t help it as a snicker escaped his lips, shaking his head. He reached over and shook Janet’s hand, offering her a warm smile in return. “It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Mrs Kend– ah, Janet, sorry. Lisa has always spoken highly of you. You’ve raised a wonderful woman.”
“I would certainly hope so,” Janet smiled as she glanced over at her daughter with a teasing look. “I didn’t go into early labor for nothing, you know!”
Lisa’s eyes went wide. “Mom!”
“I’m teasing, dear,” Janet’s lips curled wider as she snickered. “You’ll make sure my sweet Lisa gets back home safe, Miguel?”
Miguel couldn’t help himself even more as he laughed, bringing a hand up to his mouth to calm himself down. “Of course, ma’am. I always do,”
“Such a gentleman,” Janet squeezed Miguel’s hand briefly before pulling her own away. “I’ll see you both tomorrow!”
Miguel could still feel his heart pounding in his chest as he drove Lisa back to her apartment. From all accounts, it appeared he had gotten Lisa’s mother’s approval. She genuinely liked him, and that statement alone made Miguel feel so over the moon with relief.
He helped carry the suitcase into Lisa’s apartment, setting it down on the couch with a grunt. It was surprisingly heavy. “What’s even in here?”
“When my stay in Korea was extended for the foreseeable future at the time, mom packed extra goodies from home for me to try and combat the homesickness,” Lisa explained as she began to unzip the suitcase, pulling the lid open and she gasped. “Oh, yes!!”
“What?” Miguel stepped closer, peering over her shoulder. “What is it?”
It couldn’t be new clothes, she has a closet full of them already. Was it spare medkits? More household items she’ll need to make her everyday life easier?
None of the above.
“Mama came in clutch!” Lisa squealed, clapping happily.
The suitcase was filled to the brim with books, video games and a gaming console.
“No puedo mas,” Miguel grumbled, face palming as he shook his head. - I can’t even
“Hey, what’s with the judgy face?” Lisa retorted as she grabbed a handful of books, setting them aside.
“If my brother were here and he saw all of this? If you two are friends now, after this you two would be insufferable,” Miguel huffed, slouching on the couch next to the suitcase.
“Is he a gamer?” Lisa asked with a curious twinkle in her eye as she started to pile the games onto the coffee table.
“Well he’s not called the ‘King of Virtual Reality’ for nothing,” Miguel shook his head, coming off as a disappointing gesture, but deep down, he was actually proud of his brother’s work.
“Why didn’t he say so before?” Lisa’s eyes widened. “I should invite him over for a game session sometime,”
“Oh no, I hardly get to see you with these new security measures in place,” Miguel stated as waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “I ain’t sharing.”
“And who’s idea was it for said new security measures?” Lisa narrowed her eyes towards Miguel in a teasing manner.
Miguel rolled his eyes at her as Lisa started to lift the gaming console out of the suitcase and set it by the TV. Miguel’s back straightened as he sat up, watching her fiddle with the console’s wiring. “What are you doing?”
“Setting up the console,” Lisa answered, glancing over at him.
“Um, no?” Miguel shot her a questionable look with an eyebrow raised. “You promised your mom you’d get enough sleep for tomorrow’s show, it’s almost 11pm,”
“But video games!” Lisa sulked, a soft whine escaping her. “I haven’t played this for over a year,”
“Nope,” Miguel exclaimed, shooting up from the couch. “Bedtime,”
“Miguel, what are you–?!” Before Lisa could say anything else, Miguel suddenly scooped up Lisa in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder as he hooked his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “Miguel!!”
“Don’t make me tattle on her,” Miguel grinned, snickering.
“Miguel, put me down!” Lisa gawked, laughing as her hand smacked against his back.
All Miguel did was laugh in response as he stalked over to Lisa’s bed, pulling back the curtain. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Miguel reached for Lisa and carefully laid her down on the mattress. His hand cradled the back of her head as Miguel set her down, smiling down at her.
“Now be my smart girl and get ready for bed, please,” He emphasized, his hands now on either side of her head.
Lisa’s cheeks flushed at his close proximity. She sighed, looking up into his eyes. “Fine, only because you said please.”
“Thank you, mi Mona Lisa,” Miguel’s face softened as he chuckled, his fingers brushing some hair away from her face.
As he looked at her, at that moment all he could think of was the one question he asked her during dinner.
Is that something you want?
The idea of getting to that point with her. . . Going all the way. . .
It caused Miguel’s heart to burn, turning his blood hot as he stared at her with such love and longing. But he also knew that he couldn’t rush into it. As tender as this moment was right now.
Ji-Ho left more than just mental scars, Miguel. . .
That arrogant bastard. Miguel swore an oath to himself right there and then, that when the time came when Lisa felt she was ready to be physical with him, he’d make it special for her. He promised himself that he’d make up for the precious lost time and wasted memories that befell on her. Miguel would do everything in his power to make it so magical, the very essence of that k-pop wannabe will be erased from Lisa’s mind for the rest of her life.
Miguel lowered his head, first kissing Lisa’s forehead before his lips trailed down her face. His soft touches made Lisa squirm, giggling before his lips finally found hers. The kiss he planted on her lips was slow, tender and sweet, and judging by the enamored gaze Lisa was giving him, the look he gave her as he pulled away sent chills down her spine.
As it did for him.
“Your mother isn’t the only one looking forward to seeing you on that stage,” Miguel grinned as he pulled away.
Lisa’s eyes widened, sparkling in delight as she sat up. “You’ll be there,”
A portal opened up behind Miguel as he offered Lisa a proud grin. “I wouldn’t miss it for the multiverse,”
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Lisa’s P.O.V.
I barely slept a wink last night. It was a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and the overwhelming urge to just scream that kept me up. Even now as I stood backstage, preparing myself to walk out on that stage in front of all of those people, and on live television for the first time in so long, I wanted to scream. It was finally happening.
I took one more peek past the curtain, watching as METRO BOOMIN who had just moments ago walked out on stage to introduce himself to the crowd, hyped them up with this upcoming song. His new song, the one that my friends and I would be performing to. I scanned the crowd, and smiled when I saw two familiar faces.
Miguel and my mother.
My fingers curled, holding my fist close to my chest. This was for them. For Miguel, my mom. . . and for dad. I looked up into the sky, wondering if he was watching me right now. But perhaps not just them. . . if Jin was watching too, I could show him how much I’ve grown since camp.
Footsteps caught my ear as I lowered my fidgeting hands and turned, finding my friends approaching me. We were all dressed in our spider costumes. We worked hard, we practiced and we trained for this very moment. To show the world what we could do.
“Is everyone ready?” I asked them, trying to sound encouraging.
“You bet!” Hannah cheered.
“Let’s rock their socks off!” Touga cheered, his brother jumping up and down to psych himself up.
I looked over towards Kasey, who had decided to remain quiet since our last conversation, at least towards me anyways. From meeting up with the others to get to the venue before the event security guards invited the public, to changing into our costumes and doing our warm up exercises, she hadn’t said a word to me.
She looked between the three of us before nodding softly. “Let’s do it,”
I offered her a soft, small smile as I extended my fist. “Webslingers on 3?”
One by one, they brought their fists into the little circle, our knuckles brushing against one another. “1, 2, 3, Webslingers!”
We shot our hands into the air, laughing and cheering.
“Alright ya’ll, this is a brand new song I got in store for tonight, and I won’t be doing it alone. Give it up for New York’s very own. . . WEBSLINGERS!” METRO BOOMIN’s voice echoed through his microphone.
“That’s our que!” Hannah’s cheery voice sang as she ushered us to move.
One by one, we made our way out to the stage, the audience showering us with welcoming applause. After offering bright smiles and wide waves, we each took our positions on the stage before I signaled METRO that we were ready.
“Let’s get to it!” He cheered.
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Miguel’s P.O.V.
A chorus of violins coursed through Miguel’s ears, playing a pleasant and angelic like melody. One by one, spotlights shined on Lisa and her friends as they began to move, as if they were being whisked away like clouds.
“Not done fightin', I don't feel I've lost
Am I dreamin', is there more like us?
Got me feeling like it's all too much
I feel beaten, but I can't give up~”
The bass kicked in, and the crowd began to howl and cheer in anticipation, getting a feel for the rhythm and the beat. Miguel swayed with them, glancing down at Janet who had a proud look on her face, eyes watering as she couldn’t steer her gaze off of Lisa, and never could he. The song, its lyrics, its melody, entrapped them.
It was as good as Lisa had promised him it would be.
“I'm still fightin' (Metro), I don't feel I've lost
Am I dreamin', is there more like us?
Got me feelin' like it's all too much
I feel beaten, but I can't give up~”
The crowd cheered as the lights kicked back up again, Lisa and her friends literally jumping into the next set as the electric drums pedal guided them with the beat. Lisa and the girls hung back while the twins Toya and Touga stepped up with their duo choreography.
“Uh, wakin' up, feelin' like the thankful one
Count up my ones, lacin' up my favorite 1's
One of a kind, one of one, the only one
Got one shot and one chance to take it once~”
Their movements were so fluid, for a brief moment Miguel wondered if they were even truly human. The crowd cheered them on as their bodies seemed to swerve, leaning into their next set of moves. His gizmo started to go off, and he almost didn’t notice it due to the strobelights and the loud bass pounding in his ears.
“Kiss my mama on the forehead, 'fore I get the code red
'Cause I was born, bred to go in, toast red
And swing by four-ten, beef patty, cornbread
In the concrete jungle, where my home is!”
As Hannah jumped in to join the twins, Miguel glanced down at his gizmo. He noticed Spider-Byte’s caller ID and his eyes flared. He brought his wrist up towards his face, his finger swiping left to answer. “Margo?”
“Miguel, the scanners are fluctuating again, they're off the charts!,” Margo’s voice filtered through the com-link, filled with worry. “I think something big is about to happen,”
Miguel’s eyes immediately began looking around, his infrared scanner embedded into his sunglasses powering on. “Lyla, where is everyone?”
“Pinging you their locations now!” Lyla’s voice echoed in his ears as one by one, Lyla located Spider-Noir, Webslinger, Gwen, and Peter B. Some were hiding among the cosplay crowd, while others were covertly among the shadows.
He initially had only asked Spider-Noir and Webslinger to keep watch. But Miguel had a weird gut feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling that kept nagging him all night that something just didn’t sit right, and that this wouldn’t go well.
He hated being right.
“All get focused, all range of toast is
The nickname, Mr. Keen-To-Do-the-Mostest
I was livin' down bad in my folks crib
Now I'm laughin' to the bank and the joke is (no way)
Did more things than folks did or folks get
We've been gettin' this fly since some poor kids
My rich friends and my broke friends co-exist
They love to mix and we know what it is~”
What sounded like lightning crackling, followed by a loud roar of thunder caught Miguel’s ears as his gaze immediately shot upward into the night sky. Just above the Statue of Liberty, sparks flew as before his very eyes, a portal opened up.
Oh shock!
“Team move in,” Miguel commanded. “Lyla, call in backup. Send in anyone you can get a hold of!”
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Lisa’s P.O.V.
The sound of a loud crackling of thunder and lighting made me jump and the music came to a screeching halt. My friends and I looked up towards the sky, in fact everyone did. My body froze, standing in shock as I watched a multiversal portal open up above us.
But not from the Spider-Society.
“AYO, EVERYONE EVACUATE!” METRO BOOMIN yelled out into the crowd.
Harry. . . he was back, only this time he wasn’t sending a Russian spy to take me in.
Toya grabbed Hannah, pulling her to the back of the stage. Touga reached for me, but I leapt out of his grasp as I went straight for Kasey, as she stood as calm as the wind, observing the portal with an almost blank stare.
“Kasey!!” I called out to her.
When she slowly turned to face me, her hand reaching for her cheek, I froze in place, Touga right behind me.
“Well, Miss Lisa,” Kasey’s lips suddenly curled into a dark smile as her fingers dug into her skin.
The gasp that left me felt like I had been punched in the gut as Touga instinctively grabbed me, stepping in front of me as I watched in pure horror as Chameleon ripped off the face mask and removed his disguise.
“Mr. Osborn’s stage is finally set, and it’s time to put on the show,”
Kasey. . . where was Kasey?!
“What. . . where is she?” I was desperately searching for my voice as the crowd shrieked at the man now standing before them.
Chameleon laughed at the question, tossing the face mask aside. I could hear Hannah screaming from behind me, Toya hugging her tightly. Toya muttered a curse in his native tongue, eyes widening, but he didn’t falter.
Not even when Chameleon whipped out a gun and opened fire directly at him, and in that split second, I blanked out.
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Miguel muttering/whispering filthy saying/praises to us you (in your ear) in Spanish is just-- YESSS *chefs kiss* 👩🏻🍳💋🤌🏼💞
#i be going insaneee when you guys make him speak his tongue in those spicy spice fics! UGHHH 😩🥴💦#idk whyyy but it's always the 'cariño' or the 'mi corazón' that gets me the most feral-like @//~//@#OOOOOFFF#🥴😵💫🫠🖤💙❤️#miguel o'hara
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(pumpkin) cream pie
pairing: miguel o'hara x reader
rating: explicit 18+
cw: smut and (pumpkin) spice, food play [whipped cream], dirty talk, umm...daddy kink (IM SORRY), creampie, size kink???
a/n: a little thankgiving cream thot :^) this is an extension of an earlier cream thot just more description~ hehe~
update: um this is a lot longer than it was supposed to be. i don't have time to read it over before dinner so here, have this half-assed smut-fest. happy wanksgiving!!
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as soon as he pulled out the can of whipped cream -- and basically ripped off and demolished the plastic lid (he still doesn't know his own strength) -- you knew there would be a mess to clean up in the morning. not to mention the fact that miguel has a secret sweet tooth and likes his whipped cream with a side of pie.
the perfect pumpkin pie that you spent hours baking to just the right consistency and color, sits untouched on the counter watching as miguel slowly peels off your dress before dropping it to the floor.
not a lick of whipped cream has gone near the pie, even the crust remains crack-free.
his eyes don't dare to drop from your body as he drinks in the way his hands span over your soft skin. you're so small compared to him, pinned so nicely between himself and the kitchen island. you let your head tilt back as he leans in, offering the only sweetness he'll ever need.
but of course, miguel has a large appetite. he's a greedy man. he's insatiable.
rough hands squeeze at your sides as you tremble in his hold. he likes it when you do that. you're not afraid to let him do what he pleases with your body. to let him tear you apart before putting you back together. he loves the way that you need him.
"look at you, so soft and pliant for me." your breath hitches as his lips graze against the pulse point of your neck. your skin flushes involuntarily and you can feel a trail of sweet cream drip down to the curve of your shoulder as it melts from your body heat.
miguel watches hungrily as his hand moves from your torso to the sticky mess that spills over your chest. he flicks his thumb over the pool of sweetness that has settled against your collarbone before dipping it into the perfect pout of your lips.
a groan hums in the air when you hold his stare and suck the saccharine flavor off of him. "good girl..." even after all the cream is gone, your tongue drags against the pad of his thumb wantonly. he pulls his hand away with a heated look, eyes half-lidded and hungry, "now let me clean you up."
fingers intertwine in your hair, guiding your head to expose your throat for him. the touch of his hot mouth drifting over your skin makes your shiver. he laps over the ribbons of white and the melted cream that glistens over your neck like a starved man.
his tongue languidly swipes over the trails of sweet cream from your tits to your lips, humming with contentment when your back arches to press your body against his mouth. you grip his broad shoulders as he sucks love bites against the skin he licked clean, marking you as his.
he sighs praises against your skin as his sticky hands continue to move down your body, gripping and groping over your soft spots. the remnants of the cream are slathered over the two of you, but you're too distracted to care.
"please," you beg breathlessly, "more. i-i need you, inside."
"i know, baby," he coos, "you're just so empty without me, aren't you..." you feel him hastily shove your drenched thong to the side to get a better look at your dripping heat. just the sight of your desperate cunt gives him tunnel vision. it's practically begging to be fucked by his fingers, cock, or tongue. "you need daddy to fill you up, don't you?"
you can only nod as you watch him expertly unlatch his belt and unbutton his slacks. he's already so hard for you, pressing desperately against the dark fabric of his pants. your hands drift down from the wide expanse of his covered chest to cup at his bulge. his hips grind against your touch, craving any type of relief he can get.
"all for you, honey." he murmurs.
when he finally shoves down his pants, he wastes no time before picking you up and setting you at the edge of the counter. he's so tall that you're positioned at the perfect height for him to fuck you in.
your legs part invitingly to let him in to your space. he leans over you and watches as he lovingly drags the tip of his cock against the slick mess that drips from your needy hole.
"always so ready for me..."
you sigh at the feeling of his (formerly) ironed shirt pressing against the peaks of your tits, "only you, miguel."
"only me." he echoes.
he groans deeply as he enters you. he's slow, letting you get used to the feeling of him stretching you out. you whimper at the sensation, thighs shaking and threatening to tighten around him as he pushes in deeper.
it's intense when he bottoms out, his cock filling you up completely. your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts to move, the head of his cock kissing right against your sweet spot with each thrust. he's just so big, you can't help it.
your body practically convulses with every roll of his hips, but you know there's isn't a risk of you falling off the table with the way he holds your waist. all thoughts are glazed over by a lecherous fog, every neuron numbed.
"so little..." his head rests against your shoulder as he stares down at the way he fills you up. warmth spreads to the bottom of your stomach as he palms at the small bulge that sticks out from the angle that he's fucking you at. "look at you, baby. taking me so well."
your eyes drop to where you're connected and you clench around him at the sight. his cock is dripping with the essence of you as he repeatedly fills you up, again and again.
he lets out a deep rumbling groan against your tacky skin at how tight you're getting. the pleasure that thrums throughout your body builds quickly, and before you know it, you're reaching your peak.
miguel can tell that you're at the cusp of your climax with the way you're desperately clawing at his shoulder sand whining against the shell of his ear. he aims thrusts upwards into you, dragging so perfectly against that euphoric spot deep inside of you.
"go ahead, cariño. let go for me."
you let out a breathless gasp as your body jerks with pleasure. miguel can only hold onto you as you arch against him, continuing to grind himself against your cunt as you flutter around him.
"you're so good to me, sweetheart." your body is so overstimulated that you can barely decipher what he's saying. "gonna fill you up, baby. give you want you need." the words are deliriously panted into the side of your neck as he finishes himself off, holding your cock-drunk body against his.
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara smut#wanksgiving
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Secret Kisses with Spiderverse Characters
Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, sneaking around, keeping quiet, suggestive, teasing, neck kissing, playful biting
A/N: This month has been THE worst for me and I have no idea why.
Peter prefers to kiss you as his civilian identity rather then his superhero one because he doesn't have to hold back as much, if at all when you're not in public. But when he's on a mission and he sees you he'll absolutely make up an excuse to go see you and make sure you're okay. What's the best way to do that? Well to see how long you can kiss him for without pushing him away. It might not be the most professional way but he is your boyfriend after all, he gets to do thing a little out of the box sometimes.
Miles loves that he has a secret on top of a secret, you being his sweetheart. Yes, its very cheesy when he has to sneak in and out of your room and pretend that he doesn't know you if he sees you in the crowd, only to them swoop you into his arms and spin you into a kiss the moment you get some alone time. He knows its a little much, but he wouldn't have it any other way, at least not for a while. Gets a little sad when your kissing is cut short by something or someone, he was starting to get into it.
Gwen has to hold back both as a hero and when she's on stage. Therefore any time where she can kiss you when you're not in a fully private space is in various alleys but in either case she will have her signature hood up. It doesn't do much when she's in her superhero outfit but when she's just done with her band its easier to hide who she is. No one's gonna be suspicious of two people making out after a concert so she's free to kiss you for as long as she wants. Loves to make you whimper just a tiny bit by nibbling on your ear, but don't be too loud, or people may think you're doing something other then kissing.
Miguel would rather not have to run and hide when he's with you but having to keep your relationship a secret does add a certain spice to it that he really likes. It's more exciting to kiss you when someone could walk by and see you pinned by him, your chin in his hand and tilted up so he can kiss you as deep and long as he wants to. Since you have limited alone time he will take advantage of it by making as many marks on you as possible, lips, fangs and claws because he can't resist knowing there are marks on you that only he knows are there.
Hobie gladly keeps you all to himself under any circumstance, he's a little bit selfish that way. Excuse him for wanting to have you all to himself, to have his hands and mouth all over when when ever he can. If that includes whisking you away, having your legs wrapped up around his hips while he holds you against the way, a little up, just out of everyone's field of vision, then so be it. Just be careful to not take his mask off all the way while you're kissing him, you can do that later when you're all alone. You should also work on keeping your voice down when his lips are on your neck, you're gonna get them caught one day.
Pavitr is really bad at keeping kissing you a secret. He's giggly, he's loud, he's a little whimpers and he always tells you how much he loves you. Good thing you know how to shut him up when you need to. It's a shame because you love it when he talks or makes sounds. Sometimes you swear that he's only doing this to get a reaction out of you or to make you kiss him for a little bit longer then you planned on. He's also the kind of man who would gladly walk out of a closet or an alleyway covered in lipstick marks, therefore his mask comes in very handy.
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Dadbod!Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader
(+18)
❤️ You offer to cook for Miguel after a long day, and things go awry.
Content: Fluffy start, Implied age gap, Daddy kink, Size difference, Spanking, PinV sex, Creampie, Aftercare.
‘Babe—babe, I swear to— OYE! Off!’
With a soft thwap your raised hand came down on top of Miguel’s, forcing him to retract his fingers. He was trying to steal from the bowl of pre-cooked seasoned chicken breast you’d cut up and put aside.
‘Okay! Alright, I’m backing off. I’m backing off, see?' he promised, though you could hear him chuckling as he licked his fingers behind you. You shook your head in exasperation.
Miguel had come home exhausted after a hard day, so to cheer him up you’d agreed to cook one of his favourite meals. You’d anticipated just a peaceful, domestic night in, but Miguel clearly had other plans.
It was 7pm and you were in your little cosy kitchen together, just you and him in your own little private bubble.
The windows were blurry and splattered with rain as it stormed outside, the world dark and foreboding beyond the misty glass, but in here it was warm. The kitchen was lit with bright orange lights, and it smelled of garlic, spice and fresh uncooked dough.
You were wearing loose sweatpants and an apron over top while you were otherwise shirtless, something Miguel had specially requested. You’d huffed about it at first, but you couldn’t deny his eyes on you were intoxicating. His steely red gaze, the way his eyes narrowed and his tongue crept over his teeth when he watched you from behind, it made your stomach so tight it almost hurt.
So, you feigned annoyance, and you indulged him.
Miguel had also stripped off his sodden work clothes to put on his favourite old t-shirt and loose joggers, foregoing any boxers as he lounged about the house.
It was your favourite outfit to watch him in. His shirt was a little too small and tended to ride up over his stocky belly, creating a cute little window you loved to poke whenever you walked past him, and up top it stuck nicely to his defined shoulders and curved, weighty chest.
Despite the attempt to create a fun, relaxing environment, that kitchen was sweating tension. You felt like you were on a timer.
The moment you turned your back to him so you could chop more garlic he swooped in to kiss your neck, his finger trailing dangerously closer to your chest as he pushed your apron aside. You squirmed as he let out a breathy laugh.
‘Shh- off! Off! Go sit down, old man, before you choke’ you chided.
Miguel let out a low whistle. 'Old man? Really?'
'Mhm. Go. Shoo. I've had enough' you insisted again.
You could hear him chuckling to himself as he leant in against your back. ‘Mi amor, no seas tan malo. Hm? Don’t send me away, I’ll be good. Te lo prometo.’
‘Oh, you promise?’
‘Mhm.’ He snuggled in close with his hands around your waist, swaying you to the sound of the rain as it rattled outside. ‘Prometo.’
Yes, you rolled your eyes at his shenanigans, but you couldn’t help but lean in. You looked so small against him. His pecs on either side of your head were heavy and warm, squishy and thick, and his calloused hands were sweet as they grabbed you. He felt so powerful and yet so soft at the same time.
You sighed. With a giggle you gave in and put down the knife, wiping your hands on a worn tea towel covered in little pastel cats. You reached up to cup yourself a feel of his right pec while he chuckled. The way it weighed in your hand made you giddy.
‘Mm… You’re so annoying’ you murmured.
‘Oh, so touching IS okay, just only when you do it, huh? Good to know’ Miguel spoke with a mock tut as you waved your hand at him.
‘I’m the one cooking! So yes, I’m allowed.’
‘Well then let me help.’
‘Your idea of—helping—’ you paused to again tap his hand away as he grabbed at the pre-cooked chicken, ‘is just eating everything, and groping me!’
‘I mean I feel VERY helped by both those things’ he said. He smiled as he swallowed, flashing those thick fangs beneath his full upturned lips, and you forced yourself to not melt completely. You failed. The feel of his thumb gently rubbing back and forth over your waist got to you.
‘If you want to actually help, then actually help’ you insisted. He noted the little breathless whine in your words and grinned to himself; he knew where this was going.
‘Okay’ he said with a shrug. ‘I’ll help.’
His hands released you and he leaned around instead, taking your little hands in his. He started guiding them through the motions of chopping and pushing aside. You lulled into the quiet, domestic bliss of this moment, listening to the rain and the sound of his breathing, knowing that the knot in your gut would soon put it to an end.
‘You cut way too big’ you noted as he moved.
‘Mmhm, mhm.’ He hummed along with your orders while making it very clear he wasn’t listening, as he continued gently nudging his hips at your rear. You felt a strong heat starting to grow in your cheeks.
‘Mig—you’re, not even cutting anything anymore’ you said. You voice had involuntarily gotten softer.
‘Mmhm.’
His hips moved a bit harder, smooshing you into the hard wooden counter, and this time you felt his bulge push into you. Your face was burning at this point. It took every ounce of strength in you to not moan.
‘You—Miguel, come on. You’re terrible at this, just—let me do it’ you insisted, trying your best to cover up how flustered you sounded.
You ended up pushing his hands aside so you could try to take over, but you didn’t anticipate what being free would do to him. His hand came down and firmly squeezed your right buttock between his fingers and palm.
You squeaked aloud, much to his amusement. He leaned down and whispered into your ear.
‘Yes, chef.’
‘MIG—’
He ducked to the opposite side as you tried to hit him with the spatula, squeezing harder as you tried to get him. You felt the tension rising.
‘Mig, you—ah—’
You involuntarily moaned as he squeezed and spread your ass for his bulge to push into, eagerly giving one sharp grind to your backside. You pursed your lips, but it was too late.
‘Mm… Miguel’ you whined.
‘Ahuh?’
You failed to make a jab at his cocky attitude, and that was enough to let him know he’d won. You were overtaken by the pleasurable throbbing in your clit, the hot pulsing of blood through your veins. You couldn’t help it. He was such a gorgeous man.
‘That’s it’ he purred. He leant in closer as he started to grind. ‘That’s what I want.’
A shaky moan escaped you again as he started to grind harder. You felt his breath stirring against your neck.
‘That’s what I want’ he repeated. You felt him lick his lips.
‘Oh, mi amor… Fuck it—I need you, now.’
Miguel suddenly swiped everything aside with one swing of his huge, muscled arm, leaving the counter bare for him to drop you onto it. He lifted your body was terrifying ease.
‘Ah, Mig—’
You were dropped with your torso face down on the counter, hands spread flat to the surface on either side of your shoulders, but he quickly grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back with just one of his huge hands.
His hips hit you again; you were the perfect height, with your toes just barely touching the floor. He started to push your legs aside.
‘A-Ah—Mig—’
His thumb began to shimmy your loose joggers down. He was painfully slow, letting you stew in the tension as bit by bit you were drawn to nakedness against him. ‘Gorgeous, gorgeous’ he purred.
Inch by inch he slid them, inch by inch, until at last they fell unceremoniously to hang around your ankles. You shuddered as the cold air hit your wet thighs, and audibly gasped as he spread you wider. The cool air hit your bare pussy right as his calloused finger did.
‘Mi amor’ he breathed.
Your leg twitched as he spread your lips, coaxing just the tip of his finger against your clit. Your hips bucked and he chuckled.
‘Just—f-f, be quick, please—’ you panted. You heard him tutting again, but most of all you heard him shifting his feet. He was getting into a more stable position.
‘Okay, okay. Mi amor is impatient. I got it.’
His hand retracted and in seconds you felt the warm bite of his bare skin on yours. He yanked his own loose joggers down and let the thick, wet tip of his cock brush your clit, nudging at it with aggravating slowness.
‘You want quick? Alright, let’s make this a quickie then.’
With a rough grunt Miguel slipped his cock up into your cunt with one smooth thrust, bottoming out in barely a second. You were winded by the force.
You could feel his body was now taut against yours, crushing you hard into the counter. You could feel his muscled, fat thighs against your legs, his balls squeezing against your pussy lips, his pelvis squishing your ass up and his curved belly against your back.
Miguel sighed, hard, and then immediately went into pounding you against the kitchen top.
You lay forward and you took it, letting him unload all of the days stress inside you.
He started out fast and hard, with one hand on your hip over the curve of the counter and the other holding your wrists behind your back. He was grunting hard and breathing harder, open mouth panting so loudly that you could hear it over the rain.
Every two or so pumps he’d let out a sweet, low, husky moan, and you’d tense so hard he felt it.
The sensory overload began to spiral you into a brainless puddle of mewling pleasure. The hard smack of his hips on yours, the soft squish of his warm, thick belly on your back, the sound of skin on skin clapping as his hefty thighs dug you into the sharp counter edge, and most of all the embarrassing squishy noise of his cock bullying your pussy, it was euphoric.
Between the vigorous fucking and the sweet symphony of noise, you snapped.
‘F-Fuck, daddy—’
‘Oh, good, good’ he groaned. ‘Ay coño—say that again, please.’
‘Daddy—’
The word was beaten from your mouth as he thrust you into breathlessness. Every pump of his hips jolted you almost two inches forward, filling you with his thick shaft, and every quick snap back dragged you down with him.
‘Miguel, mm—daddy—’
Your toes tensed and scrabbled against the smooth kitchen floor, desperate for any kind of stabilisation as he threw your body back and forth against the countertop. He was hitting deep, desperately pounding and rubbing against your sweet, velvety cunt. He wanted to feel those muscles squeeze every ounce of stress out of his body.
‘Mm—one more time, one more time, come on—’
‘Daddy, please—’
You could feel sweat beading on his belly and on your back, which turned the erotic smack even more enticingly wet. Sweat dripped down your forehead onto the counter as you screamed.
‘AH—!’
‘You wanna call me old now, huh? Mm, fuck, take it— Take it—'
You started to pant in time with each thrust, a quick and rhythmic beat that just kept increasing in pitch. He was getting harder.
‘Uhn—uhn—uhn—uhn—’
‘F-Fuck that’s it—’
With a dreamy little smirk Miguel grabbed the used spatula and gently tapped your spine, indicating his plan. You moaned.
‘Please, fuck—’
The smack made you scream as he thwacked your right buttock with the smooth side of the wood. You felt his fingers squeezing and petting the little red mark as he continued to thrust, soothing out the sweet pain.
‘Good, good, well done’ he purred. ‘Is that good, mi amor? You want another?’
‘Please, please yes—’
Thwack.
You were drooling at this point, your thick saliva coating the counter in smears. He could feel your legs shaking, your cunt quivering as he thrust into it. You heard him groan.
‘I want you to cum for me’ he panted, dropping into his typical bark of a voice. He was ordering you. ‘You’re going—mm—you’re going to cum on my cock, you got that?’
‘Y-Yes’ you mewled back.
Miguel drew back until his cock was tenderly pushing only about three or so inches inside you. He took one good look here, admiring his veiny shaft slowly pumping in and out of your perfect, creamy little hole, before shifting his free hand down and beneath your belly.
He lay his own hefty body over your lower spine until you were nearly crushed, and he began to stimulate your swollen clit as he pulsed his cock.
Your hips jerked, your feet scrabbling at the floor. You screamed as he tugged on your wrists.
‘There, mi amor, así así’ he praised breathlessly. 'Así así.’
You physically stamped your foot as he drew his cock bath and forth over your g-spot. It was almost too good, too stimulating. Drool pooled and slipped from your wet lips as you pleaded for release.
‘Pl—please, please—p-please—’
You squirmed hard in his vice-like grip, but he wouldn’t let up. He pumped you until you squirted all over his soft, rounded belly, coating his hairy pelvis with pearly strings. He pumped harder.
‘Come on, come on—’
You blurted a few gibberish phrases before screaming into your own orgasm, and with a satisfied groan Miguel allowed himself to cum inside you. As you tensed and clenched and quivered he filled you up nicely, pumping rope after rope of hot, thick cum into all the space he could find. You tightened so hard you could feel every vein on his shaft pulsing as it expanded and relaxed.
‘Ah…. Ah, f—fuck….’
Miguel drained himself empty and then slowly slipped out. ‘Fuck... I needed that so badly. Thank you, thank you mi amor.'
You were left standing at the counter with shaky legs. The apron was now stuck to your skin by sweat, sticking to every contour, and your thighs were unbelievably wet. You felt something warm slide down your inner thigh to the floor and winced.
‘Ah…. A-ah…’
Miguel came in to kiss the crown of your head. You felt his hands helping to pull your joggers up as he pet your hips, soothing over the little red marks he'd left. ‘Mi amor’ he whispered affectionately. ‘Mi amor.’
You leaned into his touch as he rocked you. His kisses trailed down from your hair to your shoulder, smothering you in post-cum affection. You could feel the sweat on his shirt where it was clinging to his pecs. You giggled internally at how hard you'd made him work.
'Are you okay?' he whispered.
'Yeah. Yeah I'm fine, Miggy.'
'Are you sure?' he insisted. You let out a breathy little laugh.
‘I am, very sure. Well, I mean.... Look, that was, amazing, but—I-I don’t know if I can finish cooking'.
Miguel tilted his head and noted the way your legs were trembling beneath you, and slowly a sympathetic smile spread across his face.
‘Yeah…. Do you, want to maybe just order something in?’ he asked softly.
You eagerly nodded. ‘Yeah. Yeah. Let’s just order in.’
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hey in the mean time I wanted to request something sweet but spicy 😋, so what about (collage?)
Bully!miguel ? X a nobody!fem reader (like someone that the popular kids doesn’t even know about or care into that much offend 😔 and is often bullied by different people and get in the middle of the fight, well tried not to and only get push,nudge, or whatever) and Miguel who is a bullied nerd and saw her one day that catch his eyes it was reader who’s was running into her next period.
Smut pls and fluff PLS 😭🙏 (love any ending 🫶😼) HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY! bye eshalo (I think I spelled it wrong 😔 I’m sorry)
Okay, I think I got a unique idea for this. Gonna spice it up a bit if that's okay~ ;)
Summary: The biggest bully in school had got his eye on the 'ghost' of the college.
Warning: Minors DNI, bullying, smut, fingering, oral (f-receiving)
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There was a popular rumor throughout the college of a ghost that wandered the halls. At first, many people did not believe it since the rumor had only begun a year ago; but, as the weeks passed more and more people saw the ghost. It became a game after two months. Whoever can catch the ghost will win a prize.
It was all fun and games until you found out that you were the ghost. The tears that streamed down your face that night were heavy. You knew that you avoided people and didn't like to get involved, but to be called a ghost. This was worse than the bullying you had throughout middle school and high school.
It only got worse from there. You were afraid to do anything. Every time you stepped out of your private dorm, people could claim they saw the ghost and tried to catch you. You nearly weep every time you even tried to go study. It was all a joke to everyone.
"I hate this," You cried softly as you sat in the staircase of your dorm building.
"Hate what?"
"Being called the ghost." You whimpered. It took you a moment before gasping, "W-Who's there?"
You rubbed your eyes as Miguel walked up the stairs. Your eyes widen in shock. The college's biggest bully stood right below you. His tall and overwhelming features standing out. He gave you a cold stare as he observed you from head to toe.
"You're a pretty cute ghost,"
Miguel smirked as he watched you flinch. Truth be told, Miguel knew exactly who you were. He had his eyes on you since you started this college. Miguel had bullied a lot of people, but watching you get bullied erked him. He wanted to be the shoulder for you to cry on, but how could he approach you? He already had a bad reputation.
"Y-You're-"
"Miguel O'Hara, pleasure to meet you."
Within an instant, Miguel hovered before you. He grabbed your hand and kissed it. You withdrew your hand, walking backwards towards the wall. Your heart was racing a mile a minute as you tried to come up with words. He was too close.
"So the ghost can be touched," Miguel said with a smug grin. You bit your lower lip,
"I-I'm not a ghost!"
"I know you're not," Miguel had your back pressed against the wall, "I've had my eye on you for a while now. I want to get to know you. Will you let me do that?"
You gulped as you looked up into his eyes. The biggest threat in this campus wanted to get close to you? As scared as you were, you couldn't help but agree. This was going to be your way of having protection. Besides, Miguel was good looking. Perhaps with him around, you wouldn't be called a ghost anymore.
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It had only been a month since Miguel became your personal bodyguard as you called it. He stuck by your side like glue, keeping you company and helping you avoid those pranksters. You loved having Miguel by yourself. He made you laugh and helped you come out of your shell. Not to mention he was hot. You had dreamed about him far too many times to count, but it wasn't like you were going to make a move anytime soon.
Miguel on the other hand was holding back so much. He wanted to press you against a wall and ravish you with kisses. He wanted to mark you as his. To make you scream his name. Miguel was ready to go all primal on you. Every time he hung out with you, he had to take care of his erection afterwards. You were just so quiet, so shy. He loved hearing your voice.
Today was going to be like any other day. Miguel had already taken care of some annoying pests and was ready to destress with you. He made his way over to your dorm, imagining the smile on your face. Right as he walked up the stairs, he heard sobbing. Those sobs belonged to you!
"(Y/N)! What's wrong?" Miguel asked.
You whimpered, rubbing your eyes as Miguel stood before you. You could see the anger on his face as he slowly approached you, taking the net off your head. He bend down and stroked your cheek before taking off some of the rope that got tangled around your arms and legs.
"I-I just...I just went to check on my mail..." You cried softly. Miguel shushed you, helping you up, "T-They just laughed."
"C'mon, let's go into your room."
Miguel took your key and opened your door. He let you in first before following and shutting the door behind. With a quick lock, he approached you once more and wiped your tears away.
"Don't cry, (Y/n)."
"But Miguel, they still think I'm a ghost." You whimpered. Miguel let out a soft sigh as he leaned forward, kissing you,
"Can I do that to a ghost?"
"N-No?"
"What about this?"
Miguel's hand stroked down your sides as he kept kissing you. You're sad whimpers turned into pleasure ones as Miguel cheered you up. His soft touch was not what you were expecting. It sent shivers up your spine. His tongue licked your lips, demanding entrance. You obeyed, allowing him to bully you for once.
Miguel liked how easily you gave in. His gaze met with yours as he slid your shorts down. His bulge making contact with your panties, grinding against you softly. He didn't want to take things too far, but who knows what will happen. Miguel watched you gasp, holding onto his arms as he moved his hips against yours.
"Can a ghost feel this?" Miguel groaned lowly, his fingers rubbing circles against your clit.
"N-No~"
"Good. I'm going to treat you right, (Y/N). I'll show those guys that they messed with the wrong person. You're my girl."
"H-Hah~ Miguel~"
You whimpered a moan as you moved your hips against his hand. Your back arched against the bed as his fingers started to pump inside your tight gummy walls. His fingers alone were stretching you out. It made your vision blur slightly as you became overwhelmed with pleasure. Each pump and curl of his fingers made the knot in your stomach tighten.
Miguel licked his lips as he took your panties off, throwing them across your room. He watched as your juices spilled over his hand once he made you cum. Your face was red with embarrassment. It was cute. Miguel took his fingers out, giving them a lick,
"Ghosts can't be this cute or red in the face," He teased.
"M-Miguel." You stuttered, trying to hide your face.
Miguel only responded with a hum as he spread your legs. You tried to protest, but gasped loudly as he flicked his tongue against your clit. You arched your back, moaning his name as Miguel held you in place. His tongue swirling around your folds, giving each part of you a taste. No ghost could taste this sweet. No ghost could moan this deliciously.
"M-Mig!"
Your cries were music to his ears. Miguel was going to make this school regret bullying you. You were his. Miguel lapped up your juices as you cam against his tongue. Your throbbing pussy was just asking to be filled, but that had to wait. Miguel had already pushed you to your limit for today.
"Rest up, (Y/n). I promise I'll make you feel even better next time, but I have to teach someone a lesson," Miguel hummed as he licked his lips. You were a panting mess against your bed,
"B-But-"
"I won't let anyone bully you again. You're my girl. Now stay here until I get back. I'm going to finish this later."
You just nodded and blushed madly as you saw his tight erection against his pants. Covering your face, you watched as Miguel left your room with his head held high. You whimpered quietly, still flustered from the orgasm he gave you,
"I'm your ghost~"
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A serious adult conversation between two mentally balanced spider-men.
Venom!Peter B. and Miguel O'hara
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Silk & Cologne (3)
A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - AO3 link (X)
Chapter 3 - Introductions - Previous Chapter (X)
Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC
Words: 2.4K+ words
Rating: PG - For slowburn fluff, made up spider-medical jumbo and depictions of body shaking/reactions.
Summary: Miguel brings Lisa back to the Spider-Society to receive medical attention.
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Miguel and Peter B. decided to split up. Peter B. would take the unconscious guards back to their dimension to stop them from glitching and causing a rift in the canon event and their dimension from potentially collapsing, while Miguel escorted the bitten woman back to HQ.
Miguel carried the woman in his arms as he rushed through the portal, informing Lyla to have Spider-Doctor prepare the sick bay for his arrival. He could hear her pain, mumbling in her sleep. It appeared she was still experiencing the side effects of the transformation. Her head rolled around her shoulders to lean against his bicep, the touch causing Migel to look down at her briefly as he breezed through the Going Home facility, not even glancing at Spider-Byte as she yelled out, “What happened?!”
Miguel’s expression remained stoic and serious as he kept running down the hall, passed the multitude of Spider-Persons who looked on with a mixture of confusion and concern and there were some who gladly stepped out of his way so he could continue on with no issue. Although he couldn’t help it, there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Of all the dimensions in the multiverse, nothing was supposed to happen in Earth-1218. Nothing of this magnitude, and now an innocent civilian was bitten and he blamed himself for it.
He’d to make it right. By any means. Like he always did.
He ran through the automatic doors of the medical bay, his mask destabilizing as he caught his breath, looking around frantically. “Doc?”
“Over here, Miguel!” A Spider-Man wearing a lab coat and stethoscope around his neck waved him over towards a free bed.
Miguel jogged over, setting the woman down gently as the Doctor attached some IV’s to her and dabbed a wet washcloth on her forehead to clean the sweat off her.
“How long has she been like this?” The Doctor asked.
“Almost two hours, I believe,” Miguel nodded slowly as he ran the numbers in his head, reliving the events over and over to make sure he was accurate.
“Doesn’t like a female Parker,” Spider-Doc commented as he checked for swelling or bruising along her skin. “What dimension is she from?”
“Earth-1218,” Miguel hissed with a ping of disappointment in his voice.
“What?!” The Doc’s eyes widened through the mask. “But I thought with their dimensions physics and laws..?”
“It’s not supposed to happen, to never happen in fact, tienes razón,” Miguel sighed with his hands on his hips. “But it did. A Spider from another dimension escaped into that one,” - You’re right.
“Do you still have it?” Doc asked with a sense of eagerness. “We could analyze it. We don’t know how the venom will react with her body from a dimension so pure,”
Miguel reached into his suit, pulling out the small case with the dead spider in it as he handed it to the doctor. “Their Oscorp scientist mentioned that extracting the venom could kill her if she loses too much blood. I don’t want to imagine what will happen if it stays inside her and reacts horribly,”
“My fluids will help her body fight any infection, but I think I can formulate a blood transfusion with her blood and the spider to create an antidote to stabilize her. She’ll have the venom, but it won’t kill her,” he explained as the eyes of his mask came to life, scanning and analyzing the spider.
“Do whatever you need to do. I’m not having anyone die on me,” Miguel commanded with a firm point to the woman.
“I’ll get started right away!” Spider-Doc carefully extracted a drop of blood from the woman’s arm, carrying the blood sample and the spider to his work station.
As he worked, Miguel looked down towards the woman, watching her as she groaned, through the pain. He had no idea if she was even coherent enough to know what was happening around her.
He took a quick glance of her form and noticed her hand began to twitch. Sparks flew as her fingers and skin morphed into different shapes and colours as she hissed violently from the pain before returning to normal. She was glitching.
“Someone get me a day pass, now!” He barked an order.
One of the nurses ran over, grabbing one from a bin and handing it to him. He snatched it with his fingers before slipping it on the woman’s wrists, snapping it tightly on. The glitching immediately seized as the woman breathed heavily. Miguel began to pull his hands away, but almost instinctively, the woman’s fingers latched on to him for dear life.
“What’s— happening?” She panted through the pain, struggling to open her eyes.
Miguel saw something flash before his eyes and his first immediate thought was to yank his hand away out of fear, snarling. But hearing the pain in her voice. . . She was scared. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t her fault.
“Just. . . Hang on. Just a little longer,” he breathed as he tried to relax himself. He pulled one hand away from her arm, but allowed his fingers to stay intertwined with the other.
Maybe it was the sympathy talking, witnessing an innocent woman go through such pain. But he didn’t pull away. He couldn’t.
“Miguel!” Peter B. came running into the medbay, jogging towards him. “We got another problem with the mission,”
“What kind of problem?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“Those guards we took down? They never glitched when they were in Earth-1218,” Peter stated as he pulled out a chunk of worn out day passes from his pockets. “They were wearing these,”
“Day passes?” Miguel gawked at the sight as he tried to control his anger. His breath hissing as his hand squeezed the woman’s fingers, but not too tightly. “How did they get those?”
“I don’t know,” Peter B. shook his head. “I think. . . There’s a mole in the Society. I’ve asked Byte to look into it,”
“A spy? Someone is foolish enough to pull something like this from under me?” Miguel growled as he could sense his anger building, and only then did he remove his hand from the girl’s fingers before clutching them into a fist.
“Hey, hey, hey, easy! It’s just a theory,” Peter B waved his hands frantically. “Someone could have accidentally taken more than one and dropped them?”
“Considering the security protocols I put in place, I find that very hard to believe, Peter,” Miguel snarled, cursing under his breath. “Is this another one of Hobie’s stupid pranks?”
He tried to keep his voice down out of respect for Spider-Doc who was hard at work on the antidote, and the woman who was slumbering on the bed next to him.
“Whoa, okay, switching the ketchup vendors with hot sauce, maybe, but slipping day passes to villains in other dimensions is straight up evil, Miguel, come on,” Peter B. shook his head tiredly. While he understood why Miguel would accuse him, Hobie did like causing trouble once in a while but never to that extreme. “He’d never do that,”
“I hope you’re right,” Miguel responded with a seething breath out of his nose. “Have Margo inform me as soon as she hears something,”
Peter B. nodded at his boss before he looked down at the woman. He saw the bandage on her hand where the spider bite came from as he listened to her pained mumbling. “Yeah, I’m definitely glad I didn’t bring MayDay over today,”
“I got it!” Spider-Doc came running back, holding a vial of a colourful liquid. “I got the antidote!”
“You were quick,” Miguel commented with an impressed raised of his brow.
“I am when it comes to potentially saving the lives of my patients,” He proclaimed. “Now this could get a little messy. Miguel, hold her down on your side, Peter, on the other, and gently please,”
The two Spider-Men did as they were told, each taking a gentle hold of the girl's shoulder and arms as the Doctor poured the antidote into her I pouch. They all watched with bated breath as the liquid seeped its way down the tube and into the woman’s body.
“She’ll have a slight reaction, but this will help stabilize the venom,” The Doc explained as he brought out a monitor for her vitals.
Miguel and Peter B. watched her closely before suddenly her body started to shake. Her fingers curled into fists as the sensors started beeping and while in her sleep, it was as if she were trying to physically fight the antidote as Miguel and Peter B. kept her pressed down on the bed.
“This is slight?!” Peter B.’s voice strained as he tightened his grip ever so slightly.
“Now’s not the time for jokes,” Miguel growled as the hand that was on her arm carefully moved to her waist as he pressed down on it gently. He watched the way her mouth twitched, wanting to speak, scream, do something. “No luches contra eso. Abrázalo,” - Don’t fight it. Embrace it.
He glanced up at the monitor as one side displayed a visual projection of the antidote coursing through her bloodstream, while the other showed her vitals as they slowly went back into the green.
“It’s working! She’s stabilizing!” Spider-Doc gasped.
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I felt like I was trapped in some sort of weird nightmare. I was running, and then I fell through the floor and into what I assumed was water, but it tasted awful, almost like poison. I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper. I tried to swim back up to the surface but it was like I wasn’t making any progress. I was just stuck.
Am I dying? Is this how it ends?
“No luches contra eso,”
I stopped when I heard the voice. It was slightly muffled, but. . . I knew that voice. It sounded like it was one of the Spider-Men that saved me.
“¡Abrázalo!” The voice spoke up more clearly again.
It really was him! I remembered seeing his face before I passed out. His strong posture, chiseled cheekbones and jawline, his hair and those eyes. . .
“Wake up,”
I stopped trying to swim. My brain and body embraced it all, and I quickly realized it really was a dream. That I wasn’t drowning. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Slowly, it was like the liquid drained and I stood on solid ground once again and as I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with a blinding light.
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I opened my eyes to find myself in a hospital bed. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the harsh lighting, but everything was coming out so blurry. I could see there were people around me, but I could hardly see them.
“What— what’s going on?” I slowly reached my hands up to my face, taking my glasses off and my vision cleared.
Standing before me were Spider-Man, the navy blue Spider-Man who I realized was more bulky and taller looking than the original, and then there was another classic Spider-Man except he wore a doctor’s uniform.
“Ha, ha, you’re awake!” The Spider-Doc quickly switched places with Spider-Man as he brought out a flashlight pen, carefully flashing it in my eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Um. . . kinda weird, but, okay, I think?” I mumbled softly as I was adjusting to everything I was clearly seeing around me as the doctor pulled away.
I glanced down at my glasses, completely dumbfounded. I had to wear them for years but now it’s as if I can see perfectly without them.
I heard a quiet laugh as I looked over towards the classic Spider-Man as he removed his mask, revealing a white skinned male with short brown hair, a faint stubble beard and green eyes. “The glasses thing got me too,”
I stared at him briefly, my mind still coming to terms if that was actually who I was seeing and speaking to. “Peter. . . Parker?”
“Peter B. Parker, ma’am,” He introduced himself with a wave.
I looked up towards the Spider-Doc and our eyes met briefly. “Also, Peter Parker?” I asked slowly.
He nodded gently before typing away at a console to log his results. I then slowly turned and came face to face with the other Spider-Man that saved me. He looked completely different than the others. Different person, different suit. “Not Peter Parker?”
A small scoff groaned from his lips, but there was a very faint smile on his face. As if he were relieved. “Not Peter Parker,”
“Who are you?” I asked him softly.
“I am Miguel O’hara,” Miguel introduced himself with a polite nod, “Spider-Man 2099,”
“2099? Like in the future? Are we in the future?” I asked him, my eyes widening at the notion.
“We’re in my dimension's future,” Miguel clarified. “Your name is–?”
“Lisa. . .” I spoke slowly. “Lisa Kendrick,”
“Well then, Miss Lisa, welcome to Earth 928, Miguel’s dimension,” Peter smiled.
“Wait,” I exchanged looks between the two. “You’re saying. . . we’re not still in New York?”
“Not your New York of Earth-1218, unfortunately,” Miguel answered.
“So, I’m really in another dimension? This is all real?” I asked, my breathing slowly turning into panting.
“As real as it can get. Don’t know how else to explain it,” Peter B. nodded.
I exchanged one more look between the two before I stared back down at my glasses, clutching them tightly.
“I know, this must be a lot to process and take in,” Miguel started as he leaned into his chair, his arms resting against his thighs. “But if you’ll allow me, I can explain everything in more detail when you’re cleared by our doctor–”
A loud gurgle from my stomach stopped Miguel from speaking any further as his eyes instantly went to my face to see my expression had morph, and my skin began to turn green.
“Oh, I know that look,” Spider-Doc strained as he reached for something. “Bucket!!”
He grabbed a bucket and handed it over to me, trading my glasses for it as I hunched over, putting my head into it as I barfed inside. The noise I made was loud and grotesque as both Miguel and Peter B. Parker recoiled back.
“We got a barfer, I’ll get another washcloth,” Peter B. stood up as he scampered across the room to the supply shelf.
I breathed in and out heavily as my cheeks burned from the embarrassment of what I just did in front of them, and when I gaze found Miguel’s again, realizing he didn’t leave with Peter and continued to watch me, my blush turned darker as I suddenly felt the urge to hide my face in the bucket.
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if you're down to do it.. can i request miguel giving reader cuddles or just some plain ol' loving after coming home from a long day at school?
uni's been kicking my ass with the 8am - 8pm schedules and coming home to a big hunky man who'll treat me like a princess is my only wish.. 😭
Tender—Miguel O'Hara
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ synopsis: miguel takes care of you after a long day.
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ pairing: uni student!gn!reader × miguel o'hara.
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ tags/cw: miguel uses alot of pet names because he's just soft and lovely around his lover, fluff :)
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ lumi's note: hi anon! as a fellow uni student with a schedule from 8 am to 8 pm and in need of comfort as well, this resonated with me. Hope you enjoy!
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Relief, is exactly how you felt when the elevator finally stopped at your floor and you saw your apartment door.
Your state could only be described as completely and utterly spent. Your previously brushed, clean hair was now disheveled and a little damp from the rain. A black tote hung from your shoulder, threatening to spill its content all over the floor at any minute, while you held your laptop bag weakly over your other shoulder.
Your muscles felt sore, and you were sure you caught a cold from the rain pouring down onto your head during your walk back home. All you ever wanted right now, was your clean bed and your lover's warm embrace.
Your hands reached to ring the doorbell, too exhausted to even reach into your bag and look for the keys. Much to your delight, you didn't have to wait long for an answer.
The door opened, the arouma of spices and mouth-watering cooking instantly filling your nostrils, making your instant ramen-filled stomach rumble angrily. The apartment was dim, the comfortable orangish lights spilling out of the door onto the gloomy corridor where you stood. A faint melody was playing on your vinyl, something with a slow saxophone, jazz.
And at the door, there he stood.
Wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats, an apron saying 'kiss the cook' covering his bare chest. His soft, black curls were wet, some of the strands at the front dripping water onto your carpet. You kept getting whiffs of his minty aftershave, only to notice the small stubble he'd grown was now long gone, leaving a 5'oclock shadow to define his strong jaw.
"Oh, cariño, let me help you with those—" Before he could move, you pushed him inside, clumsily let the bags fall off your shoulders and threw yourself at him. He caught you without losing his balance, strong arms wrapping around your waist while his head rested on top of yours. You pushed yourself more onto him, he smelled of spices, and that earthy cologne he wears all the time, and he was warm. Extremly so.
"Baby, did you walk?" You mustered up the energy to talk yet when you opened your mouth, a muffled noise of confirmation erupted. "I told you I'd pick you up—You're going to catch a cold. Let's change, hm? " He frowned at you, out of concern more than anything, all while helping you to your shared bedroom, his arms never leaving your waist. He helped you sit down on the bed, then opened his side of the closet to grab you one of his large, long sleeved shirts. You managed to undress yourself and put on the shirt he gave you, it smelled of that flowery laundry detergent of yours mixed with Miguel's cologne. The solace it brought you made light headed, gosh, you could sleep for days.
"Oh—No, no sleep until you eat. You probably haven't eaten properly today." Came your lover's baritone voice. You whined queitly, sprawling yourself across the bed. "Mig, 'm tired, tommrow?" Your eyes closed, and when you didn't hear his disapproval, you assumed he just walked out.
Then you felt yourself get lifted off of the comfort of your matress, your tummy squished against his broad shoulder.
"No puedo dejarte, amor, tienes que comer algo." You groaned, it was no use arguing with him, and besides, he was doing you a favour carrying you, your legs felt sore from walking anyway. Miguel set you down on the couch, and said he'll be gone for just a moment, telling you to stay awake for him. [I can't let you, love, you have to eat something]
You heard a few noises coming from the kitchen, a string of spanish curse words and sounds of plates falling but never followed by a crash. Miguel had covered you with a blanket and you were cozying up to a pillow, trying to pretend it's him. He came back after a few minutes, his apron long discarded, with a glass bowl filled with red soup, neatly garnished with avocados, lettuce and radishs.
"I made Pozole." It smelled delicious, Miguel rarely cooked since he was so busy, but when he did, you were sure it was going to be the best thing you've ever put in your mouth. You couldn't tell him you didn't want to eat when he was practically pushing the plate your way. Your arms weakly moved from underneath the blanket, but Miguel tutted at you, tutted. He lifted the spoon to your mouth, silently offering to feed you.
You giggled, and that stoic, serious expression he wore was replaced by a gentle smile and a loving gaze. If his colleges could see him now, they wouldn't believe its the same man who bossed them around.
Within these walls, he was yours, completely and utterly, yours.
He was patient, feeding you bit by bit, eyes never leaving your face. You were too busy enjoying the delight of a dish he was feeding you to notice his soft gaze. "S'good, Mig, So good."
"Yeah? I'm glad you like it, mi sol." He paused, realising you'd devoured the plate queit quickly. "You want me to get you some more?"
"No, 'nough." You spread your arms towards him, and he chuckled, picking you up, all while you were still tangeled in your blanket, now heading back to your room. He set you down for good this time, letting you sleep on his side of the bed while he got on from the other side. His strong arms wrapped around your figure, engulfing you with a sense of absolute security. You cuddled up closer and closer to him, the tip of your nose bumping against the crook of his neck. Your breath fanned against his skin, your legs a tangeled mess. His hands ran up the shirt you wore to squeeze your sides comfortingly.
Miguel was never tender, he found himself being rather harsh and cold most often than not, but not with you, never with you.
"Such a hardworking pretty little thing, aren't you?" He hummed, lips pressing against your forehead. You had slipped into sleep as soon as you set your head on his chest, and Miguel couldn't only admire your exhausted, but beautiful face, the way your lips parted and eyes fluttered every now and then.
"And all mine, yeah?"
Miguel moved, blowing on a scented candle that was lighting up the room, and returned back to his previous position, arms unmoving as the two of you cozied up against each other. He was slipping into sleep, when he heard a queit murmur, no louder than a whisper.
"Mhm, all yours."
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miguel o'hara- stress relief
summary: you help miguel destress after a stressful day at work
miguel x fem!reader
warnings: smut
word count: 1323
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It had been a calm and cozy day in the apartment you and Miguel shared. The winter chill had descended upon the city, prompting you to seek refuge indoors.
Determined to keep warm, you prepared a delicious batch of your famous chili, simmering it slowly over the stove.
Lost in the comforting aroma of spices filling the air, you were startled as the front door swung open abruptly, causing you to jolt in surprise.
Miguel burst into the apartment, his face twisted with anger, instantly catching your attention.
Miguel, still clad in his Spider-Man suit, made his way to the couch with heavy steps and plopped down onto it.
You ignored the steaming pot of chili in front of you and made your way toward him.
His back was hunched as he rubbed his temples.
"Miguel, what happened?" you asked, concern etching your voice as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
He took a moment to catch his breath, his hands clenched into fists. "It's Alchemax," he finally replied, his voice laced with frustration.
"They're up to something big, and I can't let them get away with it."
"What did you find out?" you asked, your voice steady despite the anxious thoughts swirling in your mind.
"They're planning to release a dangerous experiment into the city," Miguel explained, his eyes narrowing with determination.
"Something that could cause chaos and harm innocent lives."
You gently guided Miguel's head to rest against your stomach, your fingers tenderly weaving through his hair. As he closed his eyes, a contented smile graced his lips, finding solace in the warmth of your touch.
With a hushed tone, you reassured him, your voice filled with unwavering support. "You'll stop them, Miguel, just like you always do," you murmured, your words imbued with genuine belief.
His gaze met yours and his eyes softened as he gave you a look that was only reserved for you.
In those moments of vulnerability, you became his anchor, providing a sanctuary amidst the turmoil of his duties as Spider-Man.
With each stroke of your fingers through his hair, you affirmed your commitment, your love shining brightly even in the darkest of times.
Miguel felt slight relaxation from your gentle motions but still seemed to be stressed as he started to rub his temples.
Suddenly an idea sparked in your head and a smirk graced your lips.
You came in front of him and started getting on your knees, watching as his eyes widened.
“What are you doing, mi vida?” Miguel asked as he watched you tie your hair back.
“Just relieving a little bit of your stress,” you cooed as you stroked his clothed cock, watching as his eyes fluttered shut.
“Do you really wanna play this game, muneca?” he questioned, his eyes glazed with lust.
You nodded as he stood up and unzipped his suit revealing his toned body.
Miguel laid back against the sofa, his eyes focused on your thighs rubbing together.
“Want me to help you out with that, princesa?” he smirked as he watched your face burn.
“No, this is about you right now,” you said as you waved aside thoughts about your own pleasure and looked at him.
Right as your fingers gripped the waistband of his boxers, Miguel gripped your throat making you look up at him with shock as he leaned his head forward so that his hot breath tickled your ear.
“You fucking tease me and I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for weeks,” his voice was deep and full of lust as he bit your earlobe.
You had to bite your lip to suppress the moan that was about to escape your throat.
He retreated his head back to scan your face as he removed his fingers from your throat.
You gulped.
“Got it?” he lifted your chin up with a single digit.
“Yes sir,” you whimpered as he grinned at your submission.
“Now be a good girl and suck me off,” he said, tapping his clothed cock.
You eagerly pulled down his boxers and watched his cock spring up. It was thick with pre-cum already leaking from it.
Your mouth watered at the sight as he continued to grin wickedly.
“See something you like, sweetheart?” he asked as you nodded, bending down so that you were mere centimeters away from his cock.
You parted your lips open and took him in your mouth, putting one of your hands around his shaft just the way he liked it.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the sensation of your mouth on his cock already giving him pleasure.
Your thighs clenched again at his moan as you started licking the base of his cock, your tongue gliding along his veins.
“What did I fucking tell you?” Miguel growled, looking down at you giving his cock kitten licks.
“I will destroy you if you tease me,”
As intriguing as that sounded, you just wanted to please your boyfriend and wanted him to destress so you took more of him until your nose brushed against his pubic hair.
You could feel him throbbing in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around him, wanting to explore every part of him.
You started to suck on him making him immediately bring a hand down to your hair and fist it making you moan.
“Keep doing that, baby, feels so good,” he praised, as you looked up at him with teary eyes growing wetter from his praise.
The moment he locked eyes with you it was over and he gripped your hair tightly and started thrusting into your mouth with no mercy.
The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you almost gag from the rough sensation.
His hips continued to snap back and forth into your mouth and you swore that you could see stars because of how fast he was going.
You brought one of your hands to his muscular thighs and gripped it, digging your nails into his skin.
“Such a good fucking girl, allowing me to use you as a toy to relieve my stress,” Miguel’s eyes were almost black as he watched his cock slide in and out of your mouth.
You watched as his thighs twitched and you could tell that he was going to cum soon along with the way he kept cursing in Spanish.
Tears started to leak from your cheeks as his thrusts started to get sloppier.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” his eyebrows furrowing with pleasure.
Before he could cum, you detached your lips from his cock, a strand of saliva connecting from your lips to your cock.
You know what maybe he could also destress by destroying me you thought.
Your eyes were fixed on Miguel as he casually rose from his seat. The thumping of your heart seemed to echo in your chest, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins.
In a rush of nerves and anticipation, you forced yourself to stand up, trembling with a blend of fear and excitement. The intensity of his gaze sent chills down your spine, yet a strange thrill started to build inside you.
“I told you what would happen,” he chuckled darkly as he started cornering you into the wall.
Once your back hit the wall, in one swift movement, he turned you over so that your clothed ass was flush against his cock.
A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his hot breath against your exposed neck. The sensation sent chills tingling through your body, a mix of anticipation and unease swirling within you.
"I'm going to destroy you," he whispered, his words dripping with a dark promise. And then, without warning, his teeth sank into your shoulder, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain and a feeling of pleasure bubbling in your stomach.
It was safe to say that the chili you were previously making had burnt.
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Too Handsome
Miguel O'Hara x Reader
//Pools, jealousy, smut, rough sex, swearing, marking, minor orignal characters.
A/N: Ain't gonna lie. The guy on the pic almost looks like comic Miguel
Everyone can agree that Miguel O'Hara is one attractive man.
With his muscles, he can carry you in one arm and the groceries on the other effortlessly.
With his scowl, it strangely adds to the allure, but when he smiles, it doubles.
With his deep voice, he can make anything sound melodious yet seductive anytime.
With his height, he can grab anything out of your reach, especially when it comes to you cooking, and you can't get that one seasoning from the cabinet.
With his looks, he can make anyone fold.
Anyone especially in this pool party.
One of the moms you've met when picking up Gabi and Mateo from school has arranged a pool party for both the kids and parents.
The dads, including Miguel, help each other out when preparing the barbeque, and you can't help but ogle at Miguel when his muscles bulge when carrying a bag or charcoal to the barbeque grill.
But you know as hell that you're not the only one ogling.
While you watch Gabi and Mateo play with the other kids, you also see the mom who invited you with other moms who whisper and giggle at each other while watching Miguel converse with the other dads, occasionally turning a kebab around in the grill.
You can't blame them, Miguel is handsome.
But also married.
To you, to be exact.
Aren't these women also married?
Your attention was driven away when you noticed Miguel approaching you with a meat kebab on one hand.
"Mi vida, try it," he said as he lent you a kebab freshly off the barbeque, and you could smell the aroma of mixed spices.
You accepted the kebab and blew on it to cool it off. Within the first bite, you immediately melted from the taste.
"Judging by your looks, I say you enjoyed it." Miguel chuckled.
"Enjoyed and love it, It's really good!"
With that, he notified you that food is almost gonna be ready and you nodded, ready to call the kids.
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After eating, the kids wanted to play a little more before going home. You wanted to softly reject their request, but Miguel said maybe it would be good to drain their energy.
With that, he let the kids play with each other while he sunk his lower half into the pool with sunglasses on. And if he wasn't hot earlier, he definitely is hotter now.
Water was dripping from his muscled back, which was facing you.
You shook your head and focused on fixing and packing up things.
While you gather and pack the water toys. You don't notice that somebody seemed to take this chance to slip by and sit by the pool next to Miguel.
"So, Mr.O'Hara, I presume?"
Miguel turned his head to face a woman, the same age as you, wearing a halter type swimwear.
He recognizes the woman, knowing from school pick-ups time to time.
He also knows this woman recently got divorced last week as much as he remembers from your gossip talk to him.
And her approaching him doesn't mean good news, and he knows shit that she isn't only gonna ask his name.
But he decided to still be polite.
"Yes, that's me. May I help you?" he replied
The woman ignored his question and put out a hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, I'm Emma".
In return, he ignored her handshake.
"Nice to meet you too, May I help you?" He tried asking again.
Emma seemed to take the hint and put down her hand.
"Well, I was just hoping you would come by my place next week with other parents, I recently got this champagne overseas, and I wanted to share."
Champagne? That sounds nice. He hasn't had one in a long time, especially during and after your pregnancy.
"That's sounds nice, I'll see if Y/N-" Before he could even finish your name, she interrupted him by placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh no, no, I uh- I don't really wanna bother her, I'm sure she's tire-" He didn't let her finish since he shrugged her hand off her shoulder.
"Then I have to decline." he stated firmly, already lost interest in the champagne and also slowly losing patience over the woman.
"Oh but-"
"He said no"
Miguel and Emma swiftly turned around to see you approaching him.
And he tried holding himself back from nosebleeding, since normally with his height he would look down on you, but now, with his point of view from the pool you look nothing but sexy.
The sun made your skin shin, and the swim suit.
god damn the motherfucking swimsuit.
Before leaving the house he tried to convince you that maybe both you can just decline the pool party invitation and just have fun on your own, but he can't say no since his kids are too cute to deny.
Emma was holding herself back from slapping you. She enjoyed being able to talk to your husband alone.
She forced a smile. "Y/N! I was just about to inv- "
"Sorry, I have to decline too, Miguel and I are kinda busy in the next few weeks," you lied, but if it meant for this woman to leave your man alone, then so be it.
With that, Emma finally got the hint and left, and Miguel can't help but admit your hot when you're jealous.
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Hours later, you and Miguel arrived home, Miguel carrying the sleeping twins to their bedroom while you unpacked the bags.
After some time, you also felt sleepy, especially the entire fiasco with Emma, but Miguel has different plans.
"So, busy you say?" Miguel asked you as he watched prepare for an afternoon nap.
"H-huh? Oh! Well....In my defence, she was getting annoying."
Miguel chuckled at you.
"Have I told you how amazing you look when you're jealous and wearing the swimsuit? You drive me crazy bonita."
Miguel started gliding his hand up to your legs.
"Miguel" You whispered softly, knowing where this is leading. "Kids are sleepin"
Miguel looked at you and smirked.
"Well then, I'm sure we'll figure something out."
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Miguel pushed your head into the pillow as you moaned his name.
"Th-that's it mi vida ughhh" Miguel thrusted into you harder, making the bed squeak.
"Mig- Mi-" You could'nt form a sentence with how much your spot is getting abused again and again.
Miguel couldn't be careless as he let go of your head and guided both his hands to hold at your hips, letting him have complete control.
"fffuckk, that's it- shit your amazing," Miguel praised, but no words process to you since you can't focus on anything but the pleasure your feeling.
You felt something growing tighten inside you.
"Mi-Miggy- Im...Im gonna-"
Before you reach your peak, Miguel took his cock out and flip you, making you face him, before you could protest his large hand covered your mouth as he thrusted again into you harshly.
He continued his rough pace while you screamed and moaned into his hand.
He thrusted again and again until Miguel felt you tighten, making his hip stutter.
"ughhOh shit- FUCK Y/N"
You both moaned, although yours muffled.
Your body shook from the force of your orgasm and you felt warm liquid fill you.
Miguel let his hand fall from your drool slicked lips and kissed you.
You moaned from the kiss, feeling sensitive even from the slightest touch.
Miguel layed down next to you.
"Well... That was way better than any champagne anyone could offer."
You chuckled as his words, and with that, you both slept in each other's arms.
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As you waited for Gabi and Mateo to come out, Miguel watched you from the car.
"Mama!"
"Mami!!"
You heard voices and saw two beautiful children run up to you with smiles on their face.
They didn't waste time tackling your legs for a hug.
You chuckle from their energy.
They turned around and waved to a friend, you look up and see that it's a boy with wavy black hair.
And next to him none other than Emma, who didn't look at you directly at the face, more like the marks that are almost visible littered around your neck.
You notice her gaze and you couldn't help but smiled.
"Are those?..."
"Sorry, me and Miguel got a little busy, y'know how it is."
With that, you let the kids wave goodbye one last time and head for the car.
As you got you and the kids, Miguel started to drive while he put a hand on your thigh.
"Busy, huh?" He smirked while he glanced at you, and you chuckled.
"Yea, busy."
The End
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Hello!!! congratulations on 2k you absolutely deserve it! can I please request Miguel O'Hara with promt 29."touch me there. right there" with fem reader( for some extra spice maybe it's inexperienced Miguel learning how to touch the reader) thank you so much I love all of your work🖤
Shy
College AU!Miguel O'Hara x f!reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Language, smut, fingering, shy Miguel.
Thank you for requesting! It's not very good but I hope you still enjoy it <3
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Miguel was precious.
He had a tentative touch, his rough fingertips gliding over the smooth skin of your thigh, gently playing with the hem of your pleated baby-pink skirt.
He was kneeling at the edge of your bed, his body pressed between your legs as you leaned back on your elbows, watching him stew in his timidness.
“Miggy,” you smiled, tilting your head a bit when his eyes flew to meet yours, pausing his little exploration, “it’s okay if you wanna stop.”
“Don’t wanna stop,” he grunted, quickly averting his eyes and focusing on the hidden treasure between your legs, the place he’d always wanted to touch but would never allow himself to. You let out a soft whine when he carefully messaged your legs, his calloused hands sending tiny jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You sighed, reaching out to run your fingers through Miguel’s thick hair.
“What about your roommate?” He asked suddenly, fiddling with your skirt, smoothing it out for modesty as if you both weren’t in the privacy of your bedroom. “Won’t she hear us?”
“She’s out with her boyfriend,” you assured him, “she won't be back till tomorrow, I promise.” That seemed to calm his nerves if only for a moment.
Miguel was shy, something that was both surprising and endearing.
He was captain of the university baseball team, a stellar student in biochemistry, beyond gorgeous, and highly desired. He was literally the entire package—every girl's (and guy's) dream.
And he was shy. Who would’ve thought?
He admitted to you on your first date that his experience with physical intimacy was limited. He’d always been too nervous, throwing himself into sports and school to avoid unwanted attention.
But then he met you—a pretty thing that sat next to him in Poly Sci. One look at you was enough to have his heart beating faster than it ever did on the playing field. And all you’d done was smile.
And, well, the rest was history.
After allowing him a gentle exploration of your thighs, you took his hand, pushing it under your tiny skirt and over your clothed cunt. He took in a breath, hissing when his fingers connected with the damp patch on your panties. You mewled when he brushed his fingers over it.
“Like that?” he asked you, pressing his thumb down over the patch when you nodded vigorously, biting your lower lip.
“Mhm,” you mewled, “K-keep going, you’re doing so well,” Miguel grunted at the praise, slowly peeling your skirt back to let it pool over your waist, revealing your silky panties. The damp spot stood out, and he couldn’t look away from the arousal that stained the delicate cloth.
“You’re so wet,” he marveled, gently peeling it aside to glance at your glistening cunt. Your folds were swollen—hot, slick, and inviting. He hesitated, putting a finger over your entrance and gently swiping through your folds before pulling back to observe the slick that clung to his skin. He pressed it between his fingers, watching how it stretched apart like tiny webs.
And then suddenly, he brought his fingers to his lips, his tongue curling out to lap at your mess.
Your breathing quickened as you watched him curiously, his eyes fluttering as he savored the taste of you.
That was bold of him. Really bold. And you liked it.
“Mig,” you whined, making work of removing your panties, “please.” He pulled his fingers from his mouth, biting his lip when you brought your knees up, planting your feet firmly on your bed, and giving him a clear view of your pussy.
“W-what should I do?” He stuttered, his cheeks burning in mortification but you only smiled at him, your eyes heavy as you moved to take his hand again, placing it over your sopping core.
“Touch me.” You whispered.
It was a clumsy touch at first, his inexperienced fingers swirling around your slick till he pushed against your clit, making you gasp.
“Touch me there,” you moaned, chasing the ghost of his fingers, “right there."
“Yeah?” Miguel’s confidence grew, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, ripping lovely little whimpers from you.
“Mmm,” You mewled, your eyes fluttering shut as Miguel worked your clit. Your legs began to shake, and your cunt oozed more slick over his fingers.
You could hear him take in a breath, a small whimper falling past his lips at the sight.
And then he stopped. You huffed, peering over your knees to look at him.
“Why’d you stop?” You whined, canting your hips up to get him to touch you again. He just looked at you, licked his lips, and prodded at your sensitive entrance with the tip of his middle finger. You moaned, feeling your cunt squeeze in anticipation.
“Can I…?” He questioned, and you nodded your head enthusiastically.
“Yes, yes, yes, in me, Miguel, please.” He gently traced your quivering hole before plunging his finger in, gently at first, but with your guidance, he began to pump into you eagerly, his finger completely coated in your creaminess.
“Add a-another finger,” you begged and Miguel complied, stretching your channel with his thick digits, “mm, yeah, just like that, fuck.”
“You like that?” Miguel breathed, his eyes roaming over your blissed-out face before locking on your weeping pussy, pushing his fingers deeper, “feels good?”
“Yesss,” you cried, fisting your sheets, “s’good."
He kept at it, sinking his fingers into your moist heat until your cunt clamped over them tightly, your body convulsing when your orgasm washed over you. You cried out, feeling Miguel's breath over your quivering pussy.
“T-that was…” You were panting, chest heaving, failing to formulate words.
“Beautiful.” Miguel finished the sentiment for you, his eyes tracing over the juices coating his two fingers. He paused, pressing a quick kiss to your sensitive cunt before lapping your taste off his fingers.
“C’mere,” you dropped your legs, extending your hands so that he could fall into your arms. When he does, you feel his erection press against you through his sweatpants. “Your turn, Mig,” you reached down to cup him but he stopped you, burying his face into your neck.
“Tomorrow,” he mumbled into your skin, far too overwhelmed with how you fell apart for him, “you can have me tomorrow.”
“But my roommate will be home. Aren’t you worried about us making noise?”
“S’okay,” he said, holding you close, feeling his lashes tickle your skin, “you sound so pretty when you make noise.”
You smiled, pushing his head away from his hiding spot so that you could kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.
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TANGINAAAAAAA ok po ate @binibinileonara :>
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stem boyfriend!miguel o'hara x reader (comforting you)
the stifling of your sobs worsened the more you dwelled on the disappointed looks of your professor after your group presentation this morning. you forced your groupmates to pick up their slack, but like all groupmates, their brains all tell them to shove all their work to you. you tried your hardest to do all the work and not argue anymore with them since they don't even know what they're doing, but you can only salvage your group so much. you sobbed louder as you hid underneath your blanket, hoping your roommate wouldn't come in and witness you weeping over something that you can't change already.
the door to your room opened, and you immediately tried to cover up the fact you've been crying by curling up in your bed–pulling the covers up to conceal your tears. the aroma of instant noodles with your favorite add-ons and spices filled the room as your boyfriend came in and sat down on your bed next to you. "i heard you weren't feeling well after that crap earlier, i'm sorry about that." he said as he handed you the cup of noodles he made for you; the steam coming from the food elicited more tears from you, not ones of sadness, but more like ones of pity.
you thanked him as he nodded and watched you eat up what he made for you. you choked out cries as you ate about how good it was, though still feeling utterly horrible about what transpired in class, but miguel didn't want you to keep thinking about that; he wanted to cheer you up, but it seemed food wouldn't be enough right now.
"c'mere," miguel said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and held you close. you leaned against him as he kissed the top of your head and rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. he asked you if you wanted to rewatch some episodes of your favorite show, even though he found that show corny and unrealistic, he was more than willing to watch with you. "you can sit on my lap while we watch, rant to me even while we're watching." he said as he ran his hand through your hair.
you sniffled at how comforting he was being towards the mess that was you right now. "but... you cooking for me is... it's too much already, really i'm..." you stammered, but miguel smiled at you and held you closer. "and i'll always wanna be too much for you. but in my opinion, it's never too much for you to just be comforted after a bad day. i love you, and i know you're struggling, so... let me take up some of your burdens and worries, yeah?" he said as he kissed your tear-stained cheek.
he was more than willing to do everything in his power, and even beyond that if he could, to make sure you'd be smiling in a few hours despite the bad stuff that happened today. he'd do this again and again for you, even if he doesn't seem like the type to do that, you'll always get this kind of sweet treatment from him. because no matter what, he's your boyfriend first, everything else that he is–snarky, cold, sarcastic–he'll set that ego and pride of his aside to see you smile again.
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Miguel Headcanons: Mrs. O'Hara - Two
3k+ - husband!Miguel O'Hara x spider-wife! reader
summary: Mr & Mrs. O'Hara, again!
warnings: no real smut but still suggestive content! so mdni. back pain, bcuz of spider duties but nothing graphic. suggested switch! miguel omfg. fluffy/that lovey dovey shit. lmk if I missed some! pretty tame aside from me sprinkling suggestive stuffs ;)
notes: heyyy, the long-awaited part 2 is here. but this time with me dabbling in some spice. slight au ofc. i rlly enjoyed writing this, got a few things in the works. besides that, enjoy my loves! this was extremely self indulgent
pt. 1!
Your husband is and has always been bark and bite, it’s common knowledge
But god is he literally the softest man you’ve ever met
You’re his world and more, his life through and through
He craves your love and attention, always
In public, he HAS to be touching you in some way has and will throw a tantrum
But when in private? He’s literally all over you
“Lyla honey, can you pull up last week's mission reports please?” You called out, scrolling aimlessly through a plethora of your husband’s holo-screens. Lyla’s familiar orange hue showed up by your right shoulder, “Hey mama, you got it. Mind telling me what exactly you're looking for, pretty lady?” She asked with a familiar teasing tone. You gave her a sly smirk before answering “In search of Hobie and I’s latest report, I needed to add a follow-up.” She dissipated briefly before reappearing next to the holo-screen you were occupying and pulling up the documents. You thanked her before she blew you a playful kiss and dissipated once more. “Mi reina?” Miguel called out softly, “You up there?” You walked to the edge of his platform and shot him a goofy smile, answering his question. You begin to lower the platform before you return to working the screens. Miguel frowns as he’s greeted with the sight of your back to him but quickly takes the opportunity to grab the new swivel chair (before you he had no chairs, up until he just utilized a shitty old one. Since having to work in his office more frequently you’ve been adding upgrades and decided to start with the chairs) and pulled it behind you, wrapping his arms around your thighs
“How was your debrief, love?”
He grunted pulling you closer, nuzzling his face into the middle of your back while caressing your thighs. You chuckled at the action, used to his clinginess.
“That bad huh, honey?” You teased, earning you a soft smack to your lower stomach. He lifted his head for a second before letting it fall back into place followed by another grunt. “Talk to me caveman, I don’t speak grunt.” Another soft smack. He attempts to get you to sit on his lap but it’s your turn to give him a small smack, reminding him that you have to finish the report or you’ll forget again. “I could’ve done it for you mami. Just leave it.” His arms found their home around your thighs again, this time a little tighter to secure you in place. “He speaks, how wonderful” you reply sarcastically, still seemingly unfazed by his behavior. You can feel him pouting behind you, before letting out what you can only identify as a cross between a whine and groan. That makes you break and start giggling at his childish behavior, finally giving him the satisfaction of falling into his lap. Without fail, he presses his face into your neck and moves to wrap his arms around your middle to make sure you don’t try and get away again. You maneuver your hand to scratch at his scalp, earning you a groan of appreciation.
“You smell so nice cariño,” He sighed, pressing a soft kiss in the junction between your neck and shoulder. You hum and let him cuddle you, assuming that the debrief this morning was a little hard on him. You’re a fool for thinking his intentions are innocent as you’re met with the familiarity of his teeth softly sinking into your pulse point. It’s almost embarrassing at the way you preen at the sensation, and you feel the cockiness radiating off of Miguel. The way his lips curl into a smug smirk, and his hands take the opportunity to softly squeeze your jaw and grant himself the access he needed. Through half-lidded eyes, you remember exactly where you are, and while you’re no saint to that happening here; that familiar beep of his watch brought you to your senses. You could feel the irritation practically oozing off of him, as you turned to face him with a quirked brow “Answering that one? It’s Jess.” He lifted his head to reveal his irritated expression and lightly poked your cheek with his pointer figure, “Maybe if I just let it ring, she won’t bother…” He murmured to himself, greedy hands switching to kneading your thighs before you scoff and answer it for him.
“MI- Oh god.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “What?” He asked harshly.
You flicked his forehead as he snarled at the hologram, “He meant to say yes. What’s up, honey?” You spoke up, narrowing your eyes at the impatient man below you.
“Hey, mama. Miguel, you’re needed, like right now. So I suggest you wrap this up.” She wagged her finger back and forth, motioning to the two of you tangled together
He flat-out ended the call after that, letting out a dramatic sigh. He dropped his head between your shoulder blades and planted a kiss there. “Go now,” You softly demanded before standing up with a stretch, turning to face him. The look on his face was priceless, pure frustration paired with an angry pout. You couldn’t help but laugh before he moved excruciatingly slowly out of his office, but not before giving you one last kiss followed by a smack to your ass.
The nickname “mama” honestly stemmed from how much Miguel had called you “mami” I witnessed this my whole life and it is by far my favorite term of endearment so everyone be quiet
Both Lyla and Jess picked up on it quickly and had so lovingly started calling you it to fuck with Miguel. But it really just stuck.
But despite the playful nickname, it really rang true
You were a caretaker at heart, it shined in everything you did
From fieldwork to HQ assignments, you looked after everyone you were involved with
Now everyone who knew you beforehand was aware of this, great friend or friendly colleague
But not everyone was aware of the fact and it was a feat to deal with those who took it as something else
You handled numerous duties, and recruitment was one of them. You and Jess had handled a lot of backbone assignments, which allowed you to be on the field, but a lot of it required intense research on spider people. So when a new spider landed on your radar, it didn’t hurt to work your magic. He had been bitten only six months prior and had a background in scientific research. It would be difficult to get a brand new spider across to Miguel, but his skill set held a lot of potential.
So with much deliberation between you all, you settled on your brand new recruit. He was ambitious, yet very naive. Despite the fact, you wanted to give him a chance. Walking him through Sector 13 was a breeze, and while he may be naive, you weren’t. Yes, it was technically on you for bringing him in, but that didn’t mean you were anticipating his innocent flirting. You’ve seen this time and time again, young and feeling a light ego boost from being Spider-man.
You brushed it off with ease, professionalism always being a top priority. With that being said, you deflected his advances and went on with business as usual. When you had taken into account his persistence, you should’ve known he would’ve been the same way in his flirting.
“As you’ve witnessed, HQ is divvied up into a multitude of sectors. But for right now I’ll be taking you to Sector 8 to run diagnostics and to introduce you to Miguel O’Hara”
He nodded eagerly before questioning, “That’s the man Jessica mentioned previously, the boss?” You politely nodded, “I see. What’s he like anyway? Anything to anticipate?” You honestly would have rolled your eyes in any normal setting, having to describe your husband was interesting, to say the least. “I think you’ll know when you meet him” you chuckled airily, he smirked “While on the topic of getting to know one another. How about you? Will I be getting to know you?” While blatantly flirting, he was quite nervous, making his voice crack just a little toward the end of his question.
“I’m sure you will be, while I do play a part in recruitment, I also do fieldwork so I’m sure our paths will cross from time to time,” Another polite deflection. He was a sweet man, truly, but it would be best if he didn’t find himself landing on your husband’s bad side on his first day. You went on with the tour, mental checklist depleting as you ran him through the operations. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t kept Miguel’s office last on the checklist.
As you trekked through the “evil lair,” you heard him mumbling to himself about how inaccessible the place was, an off-handed joke to see if you’d laugh. You gave him a kind smile, still in professional mode. You two finally found yourselves below the platform, and you honestly should’ve expected the dramatic silence as he lowered it excruciatingly slow. You rolled your eyes, drama queen, you thought to yourself. You felt him nudge you lightly, “Is..is it always like this?” You giggled quietly, “Yes, yes it is. Please don’t mind him.” You could feel Miguel’s scowl towards the man before you had even caught a glimpse of it, but when he had turned around he resembled what you could only describe as a peeved cat, claws and all.
You introduced the recruit coolly, “And this is Miguel O’Hara.” You could tell he was nervous, and was he subtly hiding behind you? Oh, please take it easy on him Miguel. “Nice to meet you sir-” The man couldn’t even get out a full sentence, “Please, there’s no need for pleasantries.” Your eyes hurt from how much you were rolling them at this point, shooting him an unimpressed look. “Well, um…I wanted to thank you for this opportunity. I admire your work here, as from one scientist to another-” If even possible, Miguel’s glare hardened “Again, no need for pleasantries. Mrs. O’Hara here has well informed me of your background and I will say, I do not need another reminder.”
You could’ve shot a web over his mouth at this exact moment. Miguel always kept an eye out for you, and that meant him utilizing abusing the plethora of surveillance around HQ. You should’ve known better, he had indefinitely caught his flirting.
“Oh I didn’t even realize that, oh my god, I am so sorry-” Did not catch a break whatsoever, “Mrs. O’Hara, My wife.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, this fucking man. “Yes, Mrs. O’Hara. Please excuse me, If I had known I swear I would not have done anything” Miguel nodded slowly, but not yet satisfied. “We both greatly value professionalism, so be very careful with how you conduct yourself here. You’ve been briefed, Jessica will be coming to retrieve you outside of my office. You’ll be assigned your first mission after training. Feel free to excuse yourself, preferably right now.” He answered flatly, enjoying the sight of him squirming.
As quickly as he came, he was gone. You stood there, arms crossed, paired with a scowl of your own. It was almost like you two were having a staring competition, seeing which one would break first. It was until your chests were nearly touching you felt Miguel’s hand brush against your hip. You went to flick his hand, but being two steps ahead he caught your hand, “Not quick enough are we, Mrs. O’Hara?” Smug asshole. You pulled your hand away, gently switching to rub at his chest. You were teasing him, he knew that, but he was very curious about your next move as you were getting closer to his neck. You took your time tracing his collarbones, before moving to cup the side of his neck and rubbing your thumb along his throat enjoying how his Adam’s apple bobbed. You didn’t miss the way he subtly tilted his head back, just a smidge, now it was your turn to be smug. But instead, you swiftly moved your hand to the back of his neck, bringing it down just a little, making it so his lips barely brush against your own. You could hear his heartbeat, not missing the way it quickened at your actions. You kept him there for a few seconds, wanted to see if he’d even try and go for it, you could’ve laughed at how right you were. You caught his movement, digging your nails into the back of his neck as a warning. You scoffed at his submission,
“Jealous are we, Mr. O’Hara?”
Some days, you two played the game of cat and mouse
Who was the cat or the mouse? Depended on the day
But on stressful days, you two seemed to be so in tune with each other
Despite not sharing spider senses, Miguel always and I mean always knew when you were stressed and vice versa
As mentioned previously, you two held a lot of responsibility in the Spider-Society
So on days when it comes too much, you’re both there to be each other’s comfort
“Fuck,” you hissed as you go to maneuver your body gingerly onto the top of the ledge of a building, patrolling. It didn’t help when the late-night drizzles of the city slowly started to turn into ice-cold raindrops. You could’ve laughed at the irony of the situation, your back aching from a very slippery brawl that occurred during last night's patrol. It had been pouring for a few days, bringing out the pungent smell of Earth-65’s city along with the unknown that lurked in the shadows. You’ve been a little more on edge, the downpour has been having some serious repercussions on your back. There was no doubt that you were a very agile fighter, but when water is added to the mix it makes you just a tad bit clumsy the way this is actually me in real life and I unintentionally self-inserted here.
So here you were, your sore and slightly bruised back being offered a fiercely ice-cold soothe from the rain. Stars are utterly drowned out by the ambient lights, and your senses are unpleasantly filled with the smell of sulfur mixed and the musk of damp concrete causing you to scrunch up your face under your mask. Focus, the massage gun can deal with the back pain you remind yourself of, the patrol at hand.
If it wasn’t for the icy reminder, you honestly would’ve forgotten what you were doing on Earth-65. Gwen had been off, the both of you splitting up in order to cover ground. An anomaly has been a real pain in the ass for the past few days, managing to slip from your grasp, the source of your back pain. Gwen had specifically asked for you to come with her, you’ve been training with her recently to help her build progress while on missions. She felt more at ease with you there, and you could not turn her down after knowing that. You’re met with an orange glow by your side, a small smile coming to your lips. “Hey, mamas. Just wanted to let you know, Miguel is gonna pop in soon to take the mission from here. Talk about drama!” She exclaimed, picking at her nails. You gave her a confused look, “Uh…Lyla, honey, I’ve got this covered.” She tsked and giggled at the comment, “Oh I don’t doubt it, ma. But what I do doubt is that back pain you’re feeling, after adding some software updates to that pretty little number you got on I’ve been able to read your vitals along with that pain. You’re experiencing some bruising from that blow you took last night, along with some concerning muscle straining. Therefore, Dr. Miguel is ordering you out on this one sweetie.” You groaned, she was right but you needed to get this finished, you needed to be there for Gwen. But without further protest, you see the familiar split as a portal opened. In all of his glory, there stood your husband, and you know he had a quizzical look under the mask.
“Mi vida, why aren’t you headed home? You need rest…”He said softly, voice full of concern. You move to hug his middle, his body temperature a stark contrast from the cold, putting you at ease. “Amor, I can do this. Gwen needs me and I understand-”
His hand moves to cup the back of your neck, “Stop. I understand, but you need to go home right now. I’ll be there in a few hours to help but right now I need you at home, in bed. Quit pouting, it’s not gonna help your case.” You sighed, he knew, he always knew. Usually, you’d resist, be stubborn and carry on, but god was the ache in your back really starting to irritate you. “Don’t take this as me accepting defeat, this is all in the name of medical concerns.” You mumbled, forehead resting against his chest. “Oh is that the great, amazing Spider-Woman accepting defeat? I don’t know, it really sounds like it.” You let out an annoyed sigh, “You want me to go home or not? Because we can hash this out together.” He snorted at your sarcasm before softly smacking the side of your thigh. “Go home mi reina, I’ll be there soon.” You nodded, not wanting to argue any further, you lifted your mask just below your nose. He smirked, letting his dissipate to reveal the bottom half of his face as well. The kiss is full of passion, a little rushed, but effectively showed your love and genuine concern. You didn’t expect the light pressure of fangs sinking into your bottom lip before you slowly pulled away, watching him release your lip with a cocky smirk. “Malo” you murmured teasingly. You shoved him lightly, before opening your own portal and heading home.
“Mi reina,” You stirred, eyes still closed, Miguel’s scent overtaking your senses. You felt your body be gently flipped onto your stomach, you were going to question the action until you felt his skilled hands working exactly where your pain was. You let out a whimper, the pressure stinging just a bit. He shushed you quietly, “I got you. Just relax.” You listen to his soft command, the pain starting to ease up. You were too tired to hide the noises you were making, letting them flow throughout the house as his thumbs massaged your lower back. “See how great it is when you listen to me, mami?” You lazily kick at his thigh as he readjusts himself to straddle your thighs, earning you a small ‘oof,’ a lazy smirk making its way to your lips at the noise. “Fine, I’ll be quiet,” You hummed, you were dozing back off into sleep at this point, your back feeling much better now. But it was when you felt his hands drift lower was when your eyes peeked back open to watch him. “Tryna get action down there? Good luck with getting me to do that, my back is sorta bruised, you see.” You felt him roll his eyes before he started to knead your thighs, earning him a soft moan from you. “Who said you need to do anything besides sit there and be pretty amor?” That made you giggle, “Touché, my love.”
You let him continue on with his ministrations, only half-awake. But he went back to massaging your back, continuing until it lulled you to sleep. He rolled over beside you, turning his body to face your sleeping one, he gingerly stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Te amo, mami.” You both fell asleep, your bodies finding their way to each other throughout the night. That night Nueva York started to rain as well, the soft patter of the rain on the window only adding to both of your comforts.
That morning was spent tangled up together as well, but this time very awake and with you thanking Miguel in his favorite way.
BONUS!
“MIGUEL!” As if on queue, his head started to ache. “Fuck,” he grumbled “Jess, yes. How are you?” He replied sarcastically. She stormed up to him, the hands on her hips emphasizing her annoyance. “Why the HELL are you scaring the newbie? Over something he didn’t know of ALL things?!” Her shouting was turning his ache into a full-blown headache. “Next time tell him to be a goddamn professional and not flirt with my wife.” He muttered, arms crossing in the process. “Oh yeah, professional. Shall I remind you of last week’s little chat? Remember the one with you practically groping-” He groaned loudly, “Don’t even start-” She let a sarcastic laugh, “Me? Start with you? NEVER!”
He was reminded of why he stayed in his office, far from everyone else.
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Hello, I don't know if you are receiving requests now but I was delighted with the story of Miguel O'hara being Ghostface
Could you make a second part, with NSFW, give it your touch, I only ask that it be +18, please
HIS SEDUCTION P2 ⋆༺☠︎︎༻ ⋆.
pairings ❀⋮ f!reader x ghostface!miguel
₊❏❜ cw⋮ stalking, break in, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, missionary, & rough sex.
note ⋮ ghostface!mig is making his comeback this december before new years, this one’s dedicated to you anon 😃🍻.
₊.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ PART ONE !
you walked into the mercadito hispano, then reaching for the small shopping basket. "milo, siéntate," you commanded at your cat, petting his head and fluffy ears as he obediently sat down. you grabbed his leash, tying it onto the nearest pole.
you then straightened your posture, “quédate aquí, voy a volver.” you smiled, blowing a kiss to your cat. milo meowed, lazily laying on the ground watching you walk away from him.
you walked into an aisle, a checklist in hand, reminding you of the things you needed to get. you began your journey, browsing the shelves as you searched for the first item on the list.
you became preoccupied, adding things to your basket and switching aisles when you heard the faint sound of the mercado's door being opened as you reached for a bag of frejoles.
you thought nothing of it, assuming it was just another customer walking in. glancing over your shoulder, you saw a man dressed in all black enter the market, his eyes scanning the aisles before landing on you.
you immediately looked away, breaking eye contact, you didn’t even get to see his face clearly.
as you turned to grab another item, you felt a strong sense of someone's eyes on you.
you had always loved shopping at the small hispanic market, with its vibrant colors and delicious smells, but for some reason.. today, something felt different.
the store was quite empty because it was around midnight, and you liked shopping around this hour because you found it to be more compatible since the mercado during the day was always packed.
you quickly switched aisles, hoping to shake off the uneasy feeling that was creeping up on you. there was something about this guy that was screamed a red flag, and you couldn't quite put your finger on it.
you shrugged it off, continuing to mind your own business..
but his presence.. felt oddly familiar.
and you couldn't seem to understand why he seemed so familiar to you.
you tried to brush it off as a weird coincidence, but deep down, you knew there was more to it.
you continued browsing, switching aisles to pick up some spices next. the man followed you once again. but this time you could feel him getting closer and you quickened your pace.
you felt his eyes on you again and your heart started to race. you tried to stay calm and as you turned to grab something from the shelf, you saw him walking towards you, now standing just a few feet away.
the fear that gripped you was almost suffocating. something about him just didn't feel right at all. you couldn't shake off the feeling that you knew this man from somewhere.
but from where?
your hands suddenly felt clammy, and the grip from your basket handle became loose as it fell, spilling its contents all over the floor.
you let out a small gasp, clutching your keys as you crouched down to gather your things quickly.
you were too busy trying to pick everything up that you didn’t notice something furry nuzzling into your leg.
startled, you looked down to see your cat.
"what the heck? wheres your leash?" you asked your cat who replied with a soft purr. you set the shopping basket down, and your brows furrowed in confusion.“that’s weird..” you blinked.
milo’s leash was nowhere to be seen. you quickly stood up, looking around frantically for whoever might have let your cat loose, but it seemed like you and this unknown man were the only costumers in the store besides the staff.
you grabbed milo and gathered your courage to walk past the anonymous stranger. you speed walked past him, head hung low, and yet you felt his eyes piercing through the back of your head as you walked. when you finally reached the end of the aisle, you exhaled deeply, realizing you’ve been holding your breath in the whole time.
you paid for your groceries and headed towards the exit, relieved to be leaving the strange man behind; but as you walked out of the market, you saw him leaning against the wall, wearing a black cloak and with something else in hand that appeared to you as a knife.
by now, your nerves were frayed and you just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. you walked with milo who was by your side, keeping you company as you tried to ignore the lingering presence of the man. but just as you were about to turn towards your street, you felt milo jolt and run off into the dark woods.
“milo!” you shouted, immediately dropping your groceries as you took off after him. "wait up, espera ayy!"
you chased after your cat, frantically calling out for milo, but he kept running until he hid and was no longer in sight. you made your way deeper into the dark woods, hoping to find your cat so you could get the hell outta there.
you couldn’t see milo anymore and you were losing hope. you searched carefully behind a bush and a twig snap behind you.
you quickly turned around to find no one, goosebumps rushed down your body and your mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, you didn’t like this at all.
you began feeling paranoid, your eyes flickered in all directions. your hand grazed over the bark of the tree, and you felt something.. there was a black piece of fabric stuck onto the trees branches. you ripped it off and turned your attention back to the mysterious noise.
“hello?” you called out into the darkness, but you were met with silence. you slowly walked forward, listening in attentively. from the corner of your eye you saw a black figure peer out behind another tree.
suddenly, something jumped out scaring you.
“meow!”
“milo! oh my gosh you scared me!” you sighed, exhaling as you converted your fear into a nervous laughter. “you almost gave me a heart attack,” you murmured, kneeling down to your cats height as you scooped him up into your arms.
“don’t do that ever again, you hear me?” you kissed milo’s ear and made your way out of the forest as the leaves beneath you crunched. you took one last glimpse behind your shoulder and left.
relieved, you made your way back to your house with milo secure onto your side. you walked up the porch and approached the door, pulling out your keys but as you reached for the handle it straightforwardly opened.
you paused.
the door was unlocked.
you could’ve sworn you had locked the door before leaving.
you glanced down at milo who eagerly pushed the door further open, making his way into your home. you cautiously followed behind your cats lead, setting your groceries down onto the kitchen counter and quietly beginning to search the house.
you creaked the bathrooms door opened to find nothing, then you explored the living room, again, nothing. then you checked the laundry room to find nothing yet again.
the first floor was clear, but you hadn’t checked upstairs. you took off your shoes and walked upstairs ever so quietly. you entered your bedroom, switching on the light to find absolutely nothing.
“maybe i’m just paranoid,” you scoffed, running your hand through your hair as you took a deep breath in. “what’s going on with me today?” you asked yourself, closing the door and just as you turned to head out the room, a strong force grabbed you and pulled you onto the bed.
"yea, what’s going on with you today?”
your eyes widened, it was him.
you forced yourself to fight back, but your body stood still.
move.
fucking move.
what’re you doing?
the air from your lungs has been knocked out of you and you felt like you were in an episode of sleep paralysis, the only thing is, this was real.
you slightly winced, "y-you.. you.. what the hell are you doing in my house?!"
flashbacks hit you all at once, and your nerves were all over the place as you felt your hands begin to uncontrollably shake.
that ghostface mask.
that black hood.
that deep honey like voice.
those ginormous hands, how could you ever forget?
"i told you i'd come back for you, did you miss me?"
"it's you! you followed me from the supermarket, you stalker!" you yelled, noticing the same black cloak from earlier as you squirmed underneath his strong grip. "w-what do you want from me, i've given you what you wanted last time!"
"'given me what i wanted?' and what was that, huh?" he asked teasingly, pinning your hands above your head.
"d-don't you remember.. we had-"
"yea, i remember. of course i did. you never left my mind ever since.” he leaned into you, his voice smooth as silk. “take off the damn mask you coward, who are you really? do you hide because you’re s-ca-ared?” you stammered.
you sounded so weak.
“scared? coward? c’mon, is that all you got?” he scoffed. “i’m not scared, but you are. coward.” he mocked.
“i’m not scared, i-i’m not a coward,” you murmured, your jaw jittering as you clenched it to maintain the brave appearance.
“mi amor, tienes miedo. look at you, you’re trembling.” he cooed, you heard the pocket knife clip open and you froze. you shut your eye lids tight, holding your breath waiting for him to slice you, but all he did was laugh.
the pocket knife playfully snapped close, and his tight grip on your wrists loosened. he settled his thighs on each side of your hips, trapping you underneath him.
you opened your eyes and saw him unfasten the mask behind his head before watching it fall off.
the sight before you was astonishingly exhilarating.
he looked breath taking.
“it was you,” you huffed out, squinting your eyes as you studied his features.
“you.. you’re-” suddenly you forgot all your words, and his gaze made you clammy all over again.
his hands slid down your sides and latched onto your waist, his head tilted in a teasing manner, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
“why’d.. why’d you return?” you murmured as your breath hitched in your throat feeling his hands squeeze the flesh and graze against your hipbone.
“ya te dije, no podía sacarte de mi mente querida.. you have this effect on me that’s driving me insane..your scent lingered everywhere i fucking went, even on my fucking clothes and..” he paused, licking his lips as his eyes dilated, “your taste lingers on my tongue.”
he leaned into your ear, “quiero comerte otra vez.” his digit swiped across your bottom lip, and his eyes were filled with a newfound hunger.
you let out a soft gasp, eyebrows knitting as heat dripped down your core. your intruder's hand drifted under your shirt, groping your breast as he squeezed it roughly, his thumb swirled over your areola and the lustic look in your eyes encouraged him to continue his assault.
his other hand traced down your ribcage before slipping into the waistband of your skirt. your mouth opened, and just when you were about to say something his lips attached to yours. your eyes blew wide as you moaned into his mouth, and his fingers pressed onto your soaked nub, rubbing slow teasing circles around your bundle of nerves.
his heated lips dragged down your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as you delivered soft gasps in return. he conveyed kisses all the way down to your navel, pressing an open mouthed kiss onto your pantie-covered cunt.
the sweet smell of your nectar made his mouth water, and his eyes were hazy with the lewd sight of your cunt dripping from your thin panties. his dick was confined against his slacks, bulge poking against the mattress as he groaned and with a blink of an eye he tore the fabric in half before stuffing his face in between your legs. you twitched, another moan rolling out from your tongue as your hand combed through his hair.
the feeling of his warm breath hitting your core and his tongue swirling around your clit was a feeling you’ve craved to feel again. you felt almost nasty for displaying your cunt to some lunatic so easily - but the nastiness of it all didn’t falter to turn you on further.
his fingers spread your folds, licking a wet line along your slit causing you to shudder as his hands snaked underneath your thighs, holding you open. you moan as he continued to lick your clit, tongue tracing figure eight’s on your nub as his tongue pressed onto your hole.
“so fucking good,” miguel groaned, you were driving him insane with the way you savored, and it was making him go giddy over your pussy.
he stuck out his tongue, lewdly licking across your puckered hole, exerting a long sigh from you. spit seeped at the corners of his lips as he spat on your cunt causing you to shudder. your eyes roll back from the deep hum against your clit, sending vibrations to your center as a low groan erupts from you; a knot forming in your abdomen from the intense pleasure.
the wet muscle darts into your heat, and that same coil tightens, and with a thrust of his tongue your back arches, a high pitched squeal withdraws from your throat as your walls pulse around his tongue making him go feral as he finishes up licking his meal.
your legs shake, and you squirm your way out of his grasp, but that doesn’t stop him from thumbing your clit, further teasing your overstimulated cunt as you clamp shut.
“aw sensitive, now?” he groans, pressing a kiss to your knee cap.
your completely out of breath, watching him wipe off the glisten from his mouth with his shirt before tugging it off.
the bed dips with his weight as he climbs over you, his hands gently grab onto your waist; settling himself in between your legs again.
“sabes que?” he whispered with a soft tone, “eres tan linda, mi angel.”
you smile at his compliment, shoving your face farther into the cushion attempting to hide your blush as he pecks a kiss to your head. his tip slides against your folds and purposely against your clit making you writhe.
he loves teasing you.
he slips into you with ease, and the breath you took was let out in shaky intervals as he filled you up inch by inch, slowly bottoming out until his mushroom tip rested against your cervix.
“just needed this tiny pussy to be filled up with a big, thick cock, yea?” he teases against your fervid body, “fuck you’re so tight angel.”
he grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head as he ruts into you with a steady pace.
your eyes flicker shut and he could feel your warm inner walls constrict around his length. slowly, he pulled back out before going back in, watching his length disappear into your heated cavern. your pretty moans were music to his ears, egging him on to continue as he felt your walls clench around him.
you rolled your hips against his, and he couldn’t help but look down between your bodies again to see himself pull out with every thrust.
“your pussy is addictingly tight, shit.” he groaned at the luscious sight, picking up the pace as he propped your knees up to your chest, his length left a bulge in your tummy with the new position, and it didn’t fail to make him more hazier with lust.
he began to drill his cock into you with force, and the sudden change of pace caught you off guard; with each slam of his hips, small squeaks leave your mouth as your fingers curled into a fist.
he bullies his cock into your pretty pussy, eyes glued onto that mesmerizing bulge and it almost felt hypnotizing with the way his shaft rubbed up against your tight constriction.
“your little hole enjoys being abused by my cock, doesn’t it?” he chuckles, “such a cute fucking pussy.” his hand presses down on your belly and you moan at each spark of pleasure ignited in you as he pushes into your cervix.
“look at the way your sucking me in, your practically inviting me to give you my creampie.” miguel grunts, gripping onto your wrists tighter and ramming into you without a warning. “your mine, fuck, and only mine. your cunt is mine to use freely, right baby?”
you could practically feel his bulbous tip thrusting in your guts, and you try to shove yourself out of his hold; becoming sensitive. you were unable to function against the pleasure he's forcing into your body, and all you could do was nod your head as your eyes squeezed shut.
but your nod didn’t seem to satisfy him.
“fucking say it.”
“yes!” you scream out, head falling back as his hips snap into yours driving you closer to your orgasm, you let out the most pornographic moan feeling him pump you full of his cum.
"asi te voy a dejar princesa, bien llenita, chorreando y con las bragas puestas.” he murmurs along your neck feeling you gush onto his shaft. your body convulses as your eyes rolled back causing you to see white before you lose consciousness.
“holy shit,” he scoffs, letting go of your wrists, “did you just—?”
⋆°₊⋆𖦹 ⋆｡✩
you wake up the following morning, finding yourself tucked into bed with a new pair - but soaked - panties on, and warm jamie’s. you attempt to get out of bed but you instantly collapse onto the floor with a thud.
“ouch,” you wince, hearing milo scurrying upstairs as he scratched the door. you crawl your way towards the door knob, extending your arm yet successfully failing to open the door.
the only thing you remember is what happened last night which left you extremely sheepish. your wrists felt awfully sore, and just as you expected, marks and bruises were left on them.
you managed to get onto your knees and turn the door handle before you fell back, and milo instinctively jumped on you.
your cat purred, nudging his head into your chest.
“crap,” you sighed out, “my groceries!” you whined, face palming yourself. “they’re probably ruined by now.” you frowned at milo who stared at you blankly.
you got up, slowly and carefully making your way downstairs and into your kitchen.
you were shocked to see your kitchen counter completely empty; although.. there was a small note stuck onto the counters edge.
you grabbed it, opening it as you plopped down on the chair beside you, reading the message.
“don’t worry my love, i put away your groceries and fed your cat since i knocked you out last night, so i suppose i’d do you the favor.” it read, “i also properly left your doors locked just in case anyone else other than me tries breaking in.”
you felt yourself heat up with embarrassment but you inevitably broke into a smile as you shoved your face into your palms.
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Yooo, I'm still thinking of your Miguel O'Hara fic and I like how you wrote his little yandere-isms. Like him having every little detail about you, your habits, and personality quirks being noted down aside from the rest of his possessiveness is just something that gets me feeling a certain way haha.
I am a bit curious though, (if you're okay with answering this, no pressure haha) what does the rest of Miguel's Darling List look like? Or at the very least, what was the first thing he wrote down on it?
Read my Yandere! Miguel O’Hara fic here <3
With his CCTVs and observation skills, Miguel would have a long list of unethically-sourced information on his Variant! Darling. Here are more items from his private files~
Tw:: yandere, stalking, obsessive behavior
FILE NAME: ______ (EARTH-███)
— CLASSIFIED INFORMATION —
1. ______ wears the same brand of perfume.
2. Speech patterns: Softer voice, less outspoken, code-switches more often.
3. Personal style is nicer more fashionable. Same favorite colors but in darker shades.
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12. Phone passcode: Date of rescue.
13. ______’s cooking tastes better. Less sugar, more spices.
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20. Less fidgety in her sleep. Follows a strict morning routine.
“Does her room need that many CCTVs?” asked LYLA.
Ignoring her, Miguel switched to a different screen for a closer look at your sleeping face.
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44. More competent at office work, but also more prone to anxiety and stress.
“LYLA, can you go online and order a stress ball? Buy the type which she used.”
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56. Among her coworkers, ______ is closest to her dimension’s Spider-Man. He provides her with updates and inside jokes.
Shortly after No#56 was recorded, the aforementioned Spider-Man was given more assignments outside of Earth-928. The reasons were not disclosed by Miguel.
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81. ______ should be kept away from Hobie Brown at all costs.
LYLA raised an eyebrow at the next sentence. “Are you seriously calling Spider-Punk a ‘bad influence’ and a ‘distraction from work’? Sounds more like jealousy to me.”
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108. Peter B. Parker asked ______ to hold Mayday. She is awkward with kids. (Was her Variant the same before Gabriella? If that’s the case, she’ll warm up to them eventually.)
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Thank you so much for your sweet comments, and the idea, Anon dear!! Everyone’s feedback has made my day, and I hope that more ppl will cry over enjoy The Spider and the Fly >:3
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