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UNDER THE STARS ⋆⭒

⋆｡°✩ part two to: NOTHING BUT TROUBLE

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✭ 🔞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✭

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: sometimes, a hero and a vigilante need a break from the hectic city environment.

✭ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃. miguel and the reader are in an established relationship, brief mentions of kleptomania, exhibitionism (both of y'all literally don't give a fuck but seriously, don’t do freaky stuff outside), cumplay (?), cum eatting (we are going there too), uncircumcised peepee 🤭, hard? dom! miguel, assertive behavior from the reader, cunnilingus (f! receiving), unprotected p-in-v (please go to your local planned parenthood to educate yourself), and heavy breeding kink. (he scrambles your eggs 😝)

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: +1.6k words 🤭

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Nothing But Trouble blew up overnight! thank you for your undying support! it means a lot to me 😭 if there are errors, i do apologize, it's been a month since I looked at this. I'm slowly getting back in the groove.

here’s to my followers! y’all live in my basement now 🐈‍⬛ 🩵

The low clouds in Nueva York cascaded onto the ground, creating a murky environment in now empty streets. It was a quiet night, even for Nueva York. Within the apartment buildings of the hustling city, many were home, sheltered away from the smog air. Some were fast asleep in bed with their blankets, and others were cooking a warm meal for the evening. But for you, you were dragged out of your soft, cozy bed past the window edge decorated with many potted plants and small trinkets. You were now climbing the fire escape, wearing your pajamas and a simple black sweater.

The cat dragged you out into the cold environment, away from your warm, cozy bed. You yawned as you climbed up, swiftly up the fire escape, feeling the now wet bars against the palm of your hand.

The memory of seeing a text message from Miguel immediately came to mind when your slipper fell off your foot, causing you to shoot a web at it to retreat.

The "I want to see you real quick" text meant nothing but trouble from him. He was always up to no good, leaving a little mess behind, like a cat playing with a ball of yawn, only for the poor creature to be tangled in its consequence with big, teary eyes.

Nonetheless, you continued your climb up, finally reaching the rooftop.

The cold air nipped at your skin, piercing its cold air needles through your sweater and pajamas. Bringing your hands close to your mouth, you exhale warmly to your freezing digits, rubbing your hands, seeking friction to warm your dead, lifeless fingers temporarily.

You stand idly, waiting for his arrival.

A puff of smoke escaped your lips while you yearned for your return to your warm bed and away from the cold weather. Then, your vision darkened. A pair of large hands shield your eyes from the skyscraper lights of Nueva York. "Miguel!" You squeaked, reached to grasp his hands, and forcefully attempted to pull them away from your face. "Seems like you're happy to see me." He croons against the shell of your ear. His voice vibrates against your eardrums, reverberating down to your core. "Tell me why you're here...!" You finally pull his hands away from your eyes and turn around to see him.

"I can't see my favorite person in the whole wide world?"

"No, no, you can't."

"Ouch, I'm hurt." He feigns pain, placing a hand against his "aching" chest cavity. You chuckle, delivering a punch against his shoulder, and sigh. "Really, why are you here?" He chuckles at the question, his palm rubbing away the aching punch that blossomed under his skin. "I have something for you-"

"Did you steal it?"

He frowns at the question. Sure, it was a given that he tended to snatch the next shiny thing in sight, but this time, it was... different.

"No...!" He hisses. "I bought it with my own money." He reaches down to his toolbelt and grabs a drawbag. He opens the tiny draw bag and retrieves a small royal blue box. "It's for you." He tosses the box to you. The little box jumps around your hands before it settles down on your palm. "I hope you like it." He huffs a bit of his cheeks while watching closely.

Your hands move independently, opening the tiny container. The velvet plush container revealed a heart-shaped necklace; the midnight blue stone glistened in the moonlight, shining independently. "Miguel...?"

"Now, don't get sappy on me." He scoffs, displaying a frown. Behind the frown, a smile waits to be displayed. He browsed at multiple boutiques, hoping to find something that was meant to be for you. Something that stood out from the rest. Simple, but it was made for you. "You got this for me?" You pout and soon retrieve the necklace from the velvet box.

"Do you like it?" The question felt boyish, even for him. But it was such a cute action coming from him.

"Yes! Oh my god! Help me put it on!" You bounced on the balls of your feet, ready to be climbing on the walls. "Put it on me, put it on me!" You repeat the phrase as a mantra, handing him the necklace to help you put it on. His frown breaks as he chuckles and assists you put the necklace on. "Do you like it-" He repeats and immediately gets jumped into an unsuspecting embrace. "Stop asking the question! Yes, I love it!" Your laughter fills the space as Miguel's hands work to get a proper hold of your bottom. Your laughter filled the space before the slowly descended to soft giggles and sighs.

His nose nudges against the tip of your nose, slowly creating a gap of silence between you. "Hi..." you whisper, nudging your nose against his. "Hey, " he croons as he nuzzles closer, planting a gentle kiss against your lips, molding your lips perfectly. You hum at the contact and enable the soft kiss. His fingers dig into the plush of your bottom as his claws sink deep into your skin.

Soft suckles and sighs fill your personal bubbles before pinning you down against the ledge. Your hands grasp Miguel's bicep before his chuckle greets your ears. "C'mere..." His hands move to hold onto your hips and drag you closer to his hips, rubbing himself against you at a slow, agonizing pace. "Even when it's cold out, you are warm."

You turn to look down, seeing the hustle and bustle of the streets, the lights looking nothing but a speck of light. "No one is gonna see us." He hums before he nuzzles his way to the crook of your neck, slowly placing soft kisses and trailing them back to your lips.

"Are you sure?" You push the question and lean closer to the soft butterfly kisses against your skin. "It's dark, no one is going to see." He rubs his straining member against your aching core, fluttering and waiting to be penetrated. His hands tug away at your sleep shorts, desperate to cease them off your body.

The thin line of arousal builds up against the gusset of your underwear, the slick, clear arousal clinging against your folds. "Let me get a taste." He pulls away the gusset, his fingers feeling the warmth and heat against his digits. "Look at that; you were already preparing for me..."

He kisses his way down to your core, almost moaning at the scent. You were his catnip, the temptation luring him to you, to roll his tongue at the liquid, sticky ecstasy, to drown in it.

His nose budgets against your clit as his tongue laps at your entrance, collecting the taste. The cold air, accompanying his warm breath, nipped at you as your walls clenched around nothing. You are opened up to him like a blooming flower, exposing more of your now sensitive clit. “You are too sweet…” His voice is muffled thanks to his tongue licking your entrance from the bottom to the top.

Your eyes shoot open when you feel his middle finger linger at your entrance, tracing the opening slowly. Your breathing catches you, also as if you were sprinting in a marathon. He pulls away from the intimate kiss from your lips, his lips coated in your mess. "C'mon… let everyone hear you." He purrs and pushes two fingers in, feeling you clench against his digits. "Easy there, quierida." He keeps at a steady pace, immediately hearing the wet slaps. "There we go, there we go..."

The small whimpers evolved into full moans, your moans only audible to him but immediately drowned out by the sound of honking cars and noises in every other corner of the gloomy city's lively life. "Let me hear you, let me hear..." He slurps the sticky discharge before he is immediately shoved into you by your hands. You wailed out, squirming about before he pinned you down. "Open your mouth, now." His demands muffled, not daring to move away from your puffy folds.

You did as he said and screamed out an orgasm, nearly waterboarding him. He pulls away from your puffy folds and is wholly doused. You croak out a noise, ready to say something, but get stopped. “Just keep your mouth open.” He pulls down the zipper of his suit before he frees the strained tent between his legs.

Not earning a warning on time, he spits into your mouth, giving you a taste of your cum. The strong tangy taste and substance stayed in your mouth as you kept your mouth shut in shock. "Swallow it." He heaves before he reaches down between the two of you and lazily pumps his aching cock. You reach down and pull back at the foreskin gently, allowing to see the mauve tip peek out from the extra skin.

You grab his cock, pulling him close to you and pushing him into you. He groans softly at the sensation as he rocks himself in and out of you.

You swallow your cum and bounce on him, following his lead and feeling the familiar pressure between his tip and G-spot. You flutter against his length, trying to create a consistent rhythm, but the rhythm comes out staggered and messy. "You've been working on your kegals? You little slut." He hisses while pushing you down on the ledge.

"You're getting there. I can feel it." Strands of hair begin to stick to his forehead, and sweat soon drips down onto you, landing on your blouse and occasionally on your face. "Together now, you can do it. Hold it, " he demands as the pace increases. You look over at him, mouth agape and eyes pleading. Your hands grasp his exposed bicep, fingernails leaving crescent indents and red streaks.

"No, I know what you're thinking. Not yet." You pull him close, feeling your lower stomach bubble like a witch's cauldron. He leans down, planting you a harsh kiss, his tongue creeping its way to yours. You eagerly oblige, still tasting yourself on his tongue. "Now, go ahead." He rasps, rubbing his thumb against your clit. With one final thrust, you splash the two of you, your mess landing on the floor beneath the two of you.

"There you go, I'm so proud of you." He leans in to kiss your temple and nuzzles close. He slowly pulls out and looks at your pully walls. Not even a moment later, his cum spills out of you, dribbling down past your swelling folds. "Hold on, nena." His fingers gather his cum and push his cum back into you slowly.

He pulls his fingers out, residue lingering on his fingers before he licks the mess off.

"Don't waste a drop."

✓ el perdedor.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ till death do us part

miguel o’hara x fem! reader ✓

summary: Here's to the fools who dream.

content warning: bittersweet content, a “what-if” is questioned

word count: >1.0k words

author’s note: augh, the last fic I wrote was a major flop 😭 (tbh, I was expecting it because I wrote it as a joke, but some people didn't get the notice 😭) but here you go, something new and not weird 😭

♡ NOT PROOFREAD!! ♡

The knots in his stomach continued intertwining into a heap, and he could not find where they started or ended. It was enough to make him throw up. The sensation didn't make him anxious; rather, the events unfolding before him terrified him. Time slipped through his fingers like silky hair in between his fingers.

The FaceTime call was fresh in his mind. He could even recall the events he did beforehand.

It was out of nowhere, quiet literally.

He lay in bed alone, the right side empty, hoping for someone to use that side one day. But for now, the unused pillows would be his companions. The low vibrations of the mobile device buzzed obnoxiously loud, with your picture flashing on the screen.

He taps on the green button with squinted eyes. The light from the device aches his eyes as he adjusts to the dark contrast. The video call loads and the sight on his screen sink into the pits of his stomach—a shining diamond ring. “What is this?” It’s the only question that escapes his mouth. “Oh my God, Miguel! I'm engaged! He asked me!” The obnoxious, cheery tone filled the space.

Your cheery tone contrasted the sense of dread in Miguel’s gut. He never knew that your now-fiance had the nerve to pop the big question. But seeing the glistening diamond before him answered all of his doubts. “Oh wow, that’s crazy…” He mindlessly mumbles and rubs his eyes, the strain aching. His mind plagued him as you continued to ramble on and on about the date before your partner asked the question. It was too soon to happen, way too soon.

“But you better RSVP for the wedding!” He snaps awake from his clouded mind and mindlessly nods. “Yeah, of course.” He mumbles, combing back his messy, wavy hair. The call abruptly ends, and the silence weighs down on Miguel’s shoulders.

What if he pursued you like his gut told him to? Or what if he decided to homewreck the happy relationship?

He shakes his head at the idea and could never see himself getting in that sticky situation, with the high possibility of breaking your friendship and trust you had in him.

The bride reveal. This is a new tradition Miguel didn't want to be a part of but decided to play along because you really wanted him to partake in it.

Miguel is greeted by the sight of you in a lavish wedding dress. He turns around to see you smiling and bouncing on the balls of your feet. “What do you think?” you gleam, showing the ecstatic energy coursing through your veins. “You look amazing.”

More words wanted to pour into a waterfall full of exemplary words, but then words would barely get a sliver to describe your glowing features. “Really?” You pry before you squeal in excitement. “This day feels so surreal.” You beam.

He forces a chuckle before his hands adjust the veil. “I bet it does.” He pushes the words out of his lips. He sighs softly and covers your pretty face with the veil, adjusting the dainty fabric. “There we go…” He mumbles. He playfully flicks the tip of your nose, earning him an exclaim from you. A question escapes past his lips while placing a gentle finger on your nose to soothe the slight sting.

“Are you having cold feet?”

In his selfish yearning, he wanted you to say yes, to run away together, get married in Vegas, and elope. But your shaking your head confirmed that the yearning will never happen—not in this lifetime. He nods and pats your head. “Make him happy, okay?” He exhales.

You nod eagerly before you are called over to your father’s side, ready to walk down the aisle.

He looks on, seeing you hurry along to attend the service you were going to celebrate with your soon-to-be husband. You glance over your shoulder once more, giving him a smile. He returns the smile, hiding the sliver of pain in his glistening eyes.

The midnight blue sky paints the horizon as Miguel stumbles back into his penthouse. The bed left unmade, except the right side, covered in unwanted pillows.

The night ends with the right side of his bed staying cold as you become his sister-in-law by the end of the service and wedding venue that only served weak champagne that could barely muffle out the aching pain in his chest.

📄 — take a seat (wild west au)

now presenting…

𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ kinktober | day one → face sitting

🔑 outlaw! miguel o’hara x fem! reader 🔑

🌵 summary: an outlaw crashes at your B&B and makes himself welcome in your tiny business.

🌵 content warning: edging, arousal from suspension, fingering, cunnilingus (fem! receiving), a surprise at the end 😗 as I mentioned before, this isn't like my usual smut. VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

🌵 word count: >1.0k words

🌵 author’s notes: this is my first fic where I bend the rules. I hope y’all enjoy it! I did a lot of research for the last segment… oh my, oh lord.

🌾 not proofread! 🌾

link to → kinktober m.list

Credit given to @bluesidez for giving me light inspo for this! (They are working on a somewhat similar AU, so please give them all the love and support!) 💛🩵

A warmness crept into your eyes, pleading for you to release the waterworks. But you kept it in, not wanting to embarrass yourself. The only things that were escaping from you were your soft moans and sighs.

The soft kisses to your lips became hungry, desperate—a man seeking hydration from being out in the desert for days without water. “Miguel—” You choke on your words and grasp his thick, wavy locks, only pushing him towards your core. He forcefully pulls away, a mischievous look on his face. The wetness coated his chin and lips while an intoxicated shade of crimson was evident in his eyes. “Use your words.” He demands. He places a heavy hand down on your abdominal area, keeping you down on the mattress. “Oh, fucking hell—” Your breath staggers like a train’s engine as you thrust your hips up to his mouth.

“That works, too.” He breathes out. His canine grazes at your clit before licking a slow strip up, keeping his eyes on you like a predator looking at his prey. But the shade of crimson in his eyes only darkened when an idea crossed his mind. He slowly pulls away, licking his lip and looking at the sight before him. “C’mon… take a seat.”

“Excuse me?” You tilted your head up from the soft pillows, the edge of the build-up of stimulation fading along with your excitement.

He removes his undershirt and sits beside you, getting comfortable against the bed. “Take a seat.” He repeats, soon pointing at his face. You exhale a sigh of disbelief while you find your words, which you have been struggling to do all night. “I’m not going to sit—”

“Take a damn seat. None of that hovering bullshit.” He snaps, his hand gesturing you to come closer. You did as he demanded, straddling his face but not wholly putting your weight down.

His hands guide you up to your hips and waist and yank you down to his mouth immediately.

Instead of the soft kisses he exchanged, his lips and tongue moved fervor, savoring you as if you were his favorite meal. “Give me a moment…!” Your hand reaches down to yank Miguel’s hair to pull him away. He only moved closer, not giving you a breathing chance to recuperate.

You collapse onto the flimsy headboard, resting your forehead against its top. The soft kitten licks soothed your fluttering core, his tongue lingering on your clit.

You sighed contently and settled down. But after a few soft sighs and breaths, a soft push against your entrance staggered your breathing. Miguel’s finger gently nudged into your fluttering core, slowly sliding in. “There we go…” The wet gushing sound echoed throughout the space, voiding the space of silence. A loud, obnoxious moan escaped from the back of your throat, a loud, high-pitched sound you could have never imagined that you could conjure up. You roll the curb of your forehead against the headboard and move against his fingers, running away from them.

“No, no…” He cooes to you, pushing in a second finger. “Don’t run away from me now.” Miguel’s voice is muffled as he dives into another kiss, still making his fingers into your greedy entrance. His fingers curl slightly, pushing down on your g-spot. The slow, warm build-up formed in your lower stomach, and it was only a sensation that you were familiar with. A sensation that told you to get off.

“Wait! Stop! I need to go!” Your eyes dart down to Miguel, but he ignores your pleas. “You’re doing fine, sweetie.” His words are muffled, continuing his feast in between your legs. “I think not, I’m about to—” It was too late. A warm stream leaked out with the bubbling sensation, soaking the pillows and Miguel. You exhaled a sigh of relief, no longer feeling the bubbling sensation in your lower stomach.

The movements within a few seconds flashed as you were now laying on your back on the bed and feeling a cold barrel against your puffy clit. “Huh…?” You attempt to peek down before his hand meets with your neck and pins you down onto the bed. “Stay still.” He commands, moving the barrel up and down the bundles of nerves. “Take it easy…” He whispers before the said cold barrel slips inside with ease. You pursed your lips and inhaled sharply. “Don’t worry, I'm not gonna pull the trigger.”

Your inhale of air came to a seize. When did he grab the colt?

“Unless you want me to.”

“No…” You choke out. The engraved patterns on the barrel rubbed against your clit slowly, as if the bundles of nerves traced the design and wanted to memorize the texture. “Good girl.” the once cold colt mellowed out with your warmth, fogging the barrel. The thrusting of the weapon became futile, becoming more of an impossible task. “You’re close, aren't you?” He darkly chuckles as he continues with the same steady motion before you soak the colt, adding a coat of shine to the weapon. “No…” You feign confidence but fail the moment you kegal onto the barrel and finish, coating the silvery gun with a shimmer.

He pulls out and leans down, giving your entrance a deserving kiss before towering over you and rewarding you with a soft kiss. “You did so good.” He whispers, his voice sending goosebumps down your spine. He collapses next to you and pulls you close, rubbing a gentle hand down your spine. “You did good.”

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A Second Chance PT 9

Summary: After the loss of his daughter Miguel wants nothing to do with kids that is until he impulsively offers his pregnant neighbor a job at the Spider-Society.

Tags for this chapter: Grumpy x Sunshine, Double life, Secret Identity, FLUFF, Vulgar language, Miguel x reader, Spiderman 2099 x reader, them being awkward, Reader going into labor......8.8k words

AND BEFORE Y'ALL SAY ANYTHING YES IK I TOOK FOREVER AND I'M SO SO SORRY!!! There's not really much to say other than I started working my school load got worse and when I finally got to writing and wanting to edit I was sick really bad for damn near a whole week. BUT I'M HERE NOW AND I'M PRESENT! I tried to let y'all know I'm alive by answering some anon asks, comments etc. Another thing Idk if it's because the tag list is too long but for the past 3 or 4 chapters as the tag list grew Tumblr was giving me a major problem uploading the chapters. And I know we only have one more chapter after this but unfortunately, I can't add any more of you guys. So if you want to get notified for the last chapter and future stories that I have you'll have to follow me and turn on notification. I'M SORRY LOVELIES.

Disclaimer there will be descriptions of a woman going into active labor. (Nothing too vivid) Although everyone's labor story is different and of course, people who have been pregnant will be able to explain and give a better description. I have not been pregnant before so I don't have a proper understanding of what really happens during that time. Just wanted to give you guys a heads-up and apologize if I got anything wrong. Mwah<333

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You stare at Miguel in horror as he slowly closes his eyes.

“M-Miguel..?” Your voice is so small you can barely even hear yourself. Immediately you place your fingers on his neck to check for his pulse. You meant it with every fiber in your being that you wouldn’t know what to do if you lost him. You want him there with you…you need him.

You let out a strangled cry when you managed to feel his pulse. You look at Lyla as you wipe your face. “L-Lyla where are they he's still alive but he needs to-”

“They're on their way, it has to be through a helicopter the roads well…you know” You nod your head before you gently begin to stroke his face with one hand as the other rests on your stomach.

You can hear the helicopter coming from a distance. So you place a kiss on his forehead before Ben helps you up as the paramedics emerge from the helicopter a few feet over. You watch as they slowly begin to load Miguel onto the stretcher that they have. Gathering the information that you need from the paramedics to locate him you wait until Peter gets help before allowing Ben to take you home.

As much as you protest against it he didn't allow it. Nor did Lyla. All you wanted to do was go straight to Miguel but that wasn't even an option. Their reasoning “Miguel would kill us if he found out we allowed you to walk home by yourself, especially after all this”

Once reaching home you try your hardest to calm yourself down for your sake and the baby's. You quickly grab your hospital bag just in case and fill it up with snacks you plan on staying by his side for as long as you can before you are forced to leave.

•°~°•

Finally making it to the hospital and given today's current events everything is a mess. Doctors are running everywhere, patients are overflowing the hallways, there's clearly no room for them. You gently cradle your stomach as you take in your surroundings there's blood…. everywhere. Some people are screaming out in agony while others try their best to apply pressure to their wounds.

You make a beeline for the front desk and ask for Miguel O’Hara. It takes a few minutes for the receptionist to find Miguel but when she finally does you have to try to keep your cool when she says you can't be allowed to see him. You blurt out that he's the father of your child and she looks at you up and down before giving you the directions to his room.

You decided to go by yourself because you knew the Spiders were busy. You know that they have bigger things to worry about and…it just doesn't seem fair. Plus you're positive that they'll get here eventually. He is their boss after all. You have to count even numbers in your head to keep yourself focused. This is the only way that's preventing you from crying. You just can't believe that it has come to this. Ben almost died, Miguel almost died and so many innocent people got caught in the crossfire. None of this would've happened if it wasn't for your ex.

None. Of. This.

You know he said that this isn't your fault but as you pass by taking note of the amount of injured people and the amount of people covered in dust from the fallen buildings you are slowly starting to think otherwise. You try to blink back your tears as you finally reach his room. Taking a deep breath you enter as you exhale. From the distance, you can see there are bandages wrapped around his left arm, his forehead, and even his abdomen. Slowly you pull up a chair next to his bed holding onto his hand before gently brushing his hair back. As you examine his features you take note of his busted bottom lip and the lack of color in his face.

You hate this…you hate this a lot. He's like this because of you all of this the pain, the suffering everything is because of you. You place a gentle kiss on his forehead before deciding to give your doctor a call. Granted you are sure that she's probably busy but you want to check in to make sure everything is alright with the baby.

•°~°•

Each day for the next 3 weeks you stayed in Miguel's room for 5 hours. You couldn't help it not being there with him not knowing if he's going to be okay not knowing if he's making progress. Not knowing if he's going wake up….

You hate every minute of this.

You hate that as each day goes by you're dealing with the horrible aftermath that your ex created. It's in the news, and the newspapers, multiple streets are still closed off because of all the debris that still litters the roads. It’s devastating how dreadful the city of Nueva York has become although not many people voice their opinions you can see it all around you. While you go to the grocery store and go to and from the hospital then the Spider Society. You can tell that people are visibly shaken up by the attack and each time you do you feel yourself slowly being ripped apart.

Pausing in your tracks you stop staring down at your stomach as you feel her moving around. She's been moving around way more than usual, it feels like but your doctor said that it's normal around this time.

You've been trying to keep yourself busy by helping out at Spider Society in any way that you can but they don't really allow you to do anything. You can tell that everyone feels sorry for you as you walked along the halls, saw their small smiles and felt the reassuring touches on your arm. Deep down inside you know that they know who Spinebreaker was to you. Maybe they are just too scared to say anything.

You are pulled out of your thoughts when you feel a breeze as a doctor passes by. Holding your stomach you gently begin to walk towards Miguel's room. You're 37 weeks pregnant and honestly, you're just ready to meet your baby girl. On top of all of that the stress and your constant worrying about Miguel, Peter and the rest of the Spiders, and just everything else. It's not making things any easier.

•°~°•

You sit in Miguel's room across from him crocheting socks for your baby. Is it selfish for you to hope that he wakes up before she gets here so you won't be alone? You're scared….really scared that you'll have to do this all on your own. Although it's still early your stomach has dropped. It's not completely low but it's lower than it was this morning. Since Jess just had her baby you've been asking her any questions that you could think of so you could be ready.

You let out a deep sigh as you stretch your neck. Deciding it's time to take a break you put the yarn down on your lap and sink further into the chair as you begin to rub your stomach. You're hungry again but the last thing you want to do is get up. Your stomach is grumbling or at least you think it is. You decide to hum a song that your mom used to sing to you when you were younger before closing your eyes.

You don't know how long your eyes were closed but when you open them you watch Miguel's fingers twitching. You think nothing of it because his fingers have been twitching before over the past 3 weeks. But the longer you stare you realize that it's tapping to the beat of the song. Beginning to sit up straight you quickly begin to hum the song a little louder. You gently sit on the bed, careful not to sit on him. You begin to stare at him before placing a gentle hand on his face as the other one rests on your stomach. The minute his eyes flicker open you can already feel your tears fighting to break through. Too scared to speak and too scared that you’ll end up scaring him in the process you sit there quietly stroking his face as he begins to rapidly look around the room.

“Y-You’re okay just in a hospital. Everything's okay now….he's gone. He can't hurt me or anyone anymore” You watch as he opens his mouth presumably to speak but nothing comes out.

“It's okay take your time”

You watch as he slowly manages to bring a hand to rest on the opposite side of your stomach.

“Are you guys okay?”

Quickly moving your hand that’s on your stomach to rest on his you rapidly nod your head.

“Y-yeah we’re okay….hungry but okay,” You say in between short laughs.

Watching as he slowly begins to move you give him some space as he sits up. You begin to stand so you can help him prop up pillows behind his back but he waves you off and moves over patting the bed so you can sit. Happily following orders you take a seat as you begin to wipe away stray tears.

“I’m sorry”

Immediately your eyes meet his and you look at him confusedly. “Please don’t apologize to me otherwise I’m going to be crying for the remainder of my pregnancy” And of course, he doesn’t listen.

“I’m sorry……for leaving you….both behind for so long I-” You cut him off with a shake of your head as your tears begin to fall all over again.

“We’re just glad to have you come back to us….it’s been hard without you” Miguel looks at you then his eyes dart down to your stomach before he slowly begins to take off the bandages on his abdomen as the sun peeks through the curtains. He takes a peek checking to see if there are any wounds and to your surprise his stomach is bare. As if nothing ever happened. You quietly watch him as he begins to assess his wounds. Not sure of what you should do you let him do his thing. But you feel like you should call a doctor or nurse in here.

He begins to roll his neck and stretch out his arms and legs as popping and cracking sounds fill the air. “How long?” You rest your hands under your stomach before you find the courage to answer him.

“Uh…it's been 3 weeks Miguel” A beat passes before he speaks again and with the look on his face you know that it isn't anything good. You open your mouth to speak just as he begins to rip out the IV from his arm. A loud sound from the machine fills the room Miguel pays it no mind as he begins to get off the bed.

Slowly you begin to get off the bed. “Miguel wait you can't just-”

He cuts you off.

“Let's go didn't you say you were hungry” You stare at him in bewilderment. “I-I mean yes but you can't just-” Before you finish your sentence nurses and doctors run into the room and immediately begin accessing Miguel and coaxing him back into his bed. You step out of the way so they can do their thing.

“I'm fine just get me my papers so I can be dismissed”

“No you were just in a coma for 3 weeks we need to check to make sure-” He cuts them off with a brush of his shoulders.

“I'm fine just let me go”

You watch as the doctors begin to fix the IV and the nurses begin to assess his wounds…that uh no longer exist.

“Sir you can't just leave—Oh your wounds are….”

“Yeah I know my wounds are healed, can I go now?”

You get surprised when one of the doctors turns to you. “Can you please convince him to stay?” Your eyes dart to Miguel and you guys stare at each other for a bit and before you can even say anything you watch as his shoulders sag and he lets out a sigh.

“Fine but make it quick”

•°~°•

For the next hour, Miguel's doctors and nurses check on his vitals, his heartbeat, and his blood pressure. They even called in the physical therapist so they could do a few exercises with him just to make sure everything was okay.

You both are currently walking to the parking lot in silence. You try to follow him as much as you can but he even slowed down for you and you still can't manage. Keeping your hands under your stomach as you watch him walk only a few feet in front of you a small smile emits on your face. You're just really happy that he's back and for the most part, he seems to be doing well.

You look down at your stomach before you decide to slowly rub it. You wonder to yourself how big could you possibly get.

“What are you over there smiling about?” When you look up you see that he has his hand out for you and that he stopped walking. You reach for it and he intertwines your fingers together before you both start slowly waking again.

“Nothing I'm just happy you're here I really missed you” He looks at you briefly and squeezes your hand.

“I missed you too” You walk in silence and by the time you reach your car, it takes you both 2 minutes to decide who's going to drive.

“Do you even remember how to drive?”

“I was in a coma, not 6 feet under” You roll your eyes as he gets into the driver's seat and the ride back home falls in comfortable silence. When you finally reach your place you stand there shifting your feet as you look up at him unsure of what to say. Prior to all of this, you both shared something, exchanged three words, and a kiss. You told him you loved him and he said it back…did that actually mean something or was that all in the spur of the moment. Deciding to do what you do best you start up a conversation in hopes of getting over this…uh awkward state.

Here goes nothing.

“Did you grow you look taller”

“You look healthy”

You pause realizing you both spoke at the same time. “If by healthy you mean big sure I gained weight in these past 3 weeks''

He sighs before he answers, rubbing the back of his neck with his right arm. “Well, it looks good on you” You give him a small smile before you begin to fiddle with the doorknob.

“If you say so…I'm just ready for her to be here. I'm ready to meet her, hold her, touch her. I can't wait Miguel” You place a hand on your lower back before rubbing your stomach.

“I…can't wait either” You lock eyes with him for a brief moment and as you smile at him you swear you catch him doing the same.

“Really?”

“Really”

Silence fills the hall and Miguel takes a step closer to you. He takes a deep breath before he takes his left hand to cradle your face.

“Listen, I meant everything that I said before-” His words were cut off by the flashing of his watch. Damn, you forgot you got another one from Lyla for him.

You tuck some of your curls behind your ears as you let out a nervous laugh.

“Duty calls I guess” He sighs before he swipes his thumb across your cheek before tucking his hand back into his pocket.

“I mean you don’t have to go…since you know you just got back and all maybe you should rest. You know and start back tomorrow” You begin to wipe your palms on your leggings as they begin to sweat.

He begins to slowly shake his head as he takes a step back.

“It's…been a while I should probably check and see if they turned the whole place upside down”

“Oh okay um yeah you should go and do that” You begin to unlock your door only opening it a little bit just enough so your feet can peek through. “You know they missed you right?” He scoffs at your words and rolls his eyes.

“Yeah right”

“I'm being serious we all missed you Miguel…so don't ever pull a stunt like that again”

“Yes, I'll try not to die from here on out” Rolling your eyes as you fully step inside you linger with your hand on the doorknob while resting your head on the door.

“Well I’ll be here you know if you ever need me or anything”

“Yeah…I know. I’ll let you know if anything” He gives you a nod before walking away. You wait till he disappears from your line of view before closing the door and the minute you do Lyla emerges from your watch.

“Really that's it?” You pause as you take off your shoes to look at her. “I don't know what you're talking about”

“You guys haven't seen each other in three weeks. You guys kissed and said you loved each other and that's the best you got?” You roll your eyes at her as you begin to make yourself a snack.

“Well what else was I supposed to do…you know how nervous he makes me. As a matter of fact, where were you that exact push of courage would've been great”

“I was trying to you know…give you guys space. But that clearly didn't work. Now go and call him back so you guys could talk” You immediately begin to shake your head no. “Lyla, you and I both know that man is halfway there and he won't come back just because-” She cuts you off.

“That's the thing though he would come back just because you asked” You sigh as you sink into your couch with your jar of pickles in hand. “Maybe another time….and I'm sure he really wants to get back to work you know him” Lyla gives you a shrug before disappearing back into the watch.

•°~°•

A few days have gone by and you haven’t really spoken to Miguel since you last saw him. It was to be expected though since he’s been gone for a while. He has checked in with you a few times but apart from that you haven’t seen him. Every time you have gotten on the phone it has been...uh kind of awkward and to say you hate it would be an understatement. But to have that conversation of “What are we” over a watch just doesn’t seem right to you. Maybe Lyla was right maybe you should've called him back so you could talk things out.

But on the brighter side of things you are now 38 weeks and 4 days and yes you have been keeping track of the days. You meant it when you said you can’t wait for her to get here. Her movements have gotten a little bit more frequent or more powerful you should say.

Today you've woken up feeling more tired than usual. You're not trying to freak yourself out but as you looked in the mirror your stomach has definitely dropped really low and that means you could potentially have the baby very soon. You haven't been feeling any contractions though so it probably isn't going to happen today but still, you're so nervous. You've been just doing routine checks on the nursery and your hospital bag making sure that everything is ready.

To say you are nervous would be an understatement are you really going to have to do this all alone? The only person whom you would think to call is Miguel….but would he even want to come? Especially learning that he had a daughter. Wouldn't this be weird for him? Plus you don’t even know where you guys stand since you haven’t really had that chance to talk. But you do know you feel the most comfortable with him and honestly you wouldn’t want anyone else. You meant it when you said that you love him….you just hoped that he meant it too.

•°~°•

A few days have passed and you finally made it to 39 weeks. All day you've been experiencing some pains that you were able to confirm with your doctor are contractions. It hasn't been in short intervals like you know it needs to be but you do know that the pains have a little kick to it.

Now in the middle of the night 5 am to be exact and you woke up to a pain in your stomach and lower pelvis.

You've barely been able to keep calm while making breakfast and by lunchtime, the pain is slowly starting to increase. You can’t believe you’re going to say this but you think the baby is coming today. Finally deciding to make the decision you decide it’s best to take a shower and just…get ready.

You are standing in front of the sink lotioning up, nervous out of your mind as you feel her moving around. The minute you feel a very prominent kick your movements come to a halt the second you hear it. Immediately turning your head to look at the shower in case you didn't fully close the faucet all the way. Feeling tears forming in your eyes you immediately glance down.

Your water broke.

You take a deep breath bracing your hands on the counter. You try not to let your emotions run too high but that's easier said than done. After you finish getting dressed you stare at your watch before deciding to give him a call. You wait patiently for him to pick up as you rub your stomach. It however keeps on ringing and heads straight to voicemail. Letting out a deep sigh you pause for a second deciding to check in with Lyla before calling him again.

“Hey, Lyla is he busy right now? Actually don’t answer that can you let him know that I'm trying to reach him” Lyla quickly nods her head before assessing your features. “Honeybun why do you sound like that” You begin to rub your stomach as you let out a nervous laugh. “I-I think I’m going into labor” Lyla takes in a sharp breath before she starts jumping up and down.

“Ahhh oh my gosh it's happening okay okay getting him right now”

You call him one more time in the hope that he answers but when it goes to voicemail again you decide to just leave him one. Dammit, maybe he’s really busy then. When it goes to voicemail again you decide to just leave him one.

“Hey so I am a little hesitant to do this but…my water broke and I'm having contractions..and you're the only person I thought to call-” You're cut off the second you feel another contraction sneaking up on you. “S-Sorry that was another contraction…if you want to come or tag along or whatever then you can I'm going to head to the ho-” You're cut off as the watch turns off. The time ran out…

You grab everything that you need and check once again to make sure everything's ready. You forgot to put the car seat in the car so you have to carry it along with your bag. Quickly grabbing the blanket that Miguel made for her you take a quick glance at your place before heading out. Next time you'll be here you won't be alone anymore.

•°~°•

Miguel is so engrossed in his work that he misses the first notification on his watch. He's currently having a staring contest with the line of canon events making sure that everything is where it needs to be. He’s been gone for so long that he just knows that he has a lot of catching up to do. It isn't until he feels the vibrations from his watch for the second time and Lyla pops up in front of him he knows that he the was to take his eyes away from the screens.

“If I were you I would answer the phone”

“Lyla I'm-” She cuts him off.

“Just answer the phone she's calling you dammit” Miguel immediately looks at his watch but as soon as he looks it cuts out. He begins to walk away from the screens tapping away till he gets to his voicemails. 

……..

If he's being honest he didn't even have to listen to the rest of the voicemail before he was out the door. The minute he heard the words “water broke” his webs were already out and he was swinging to the nearest building.

Dammit if he knew it was you he would've answered the phone right away. He would drop everything for you it doesn't matter the time or the place when it comes to you…he'll be there. He just hopes you haven't started driving yet. Although being in this kind of situation essentially brings back both the most painful yet most beautiful moments of his life but the mere fact that you called him must mean that you want him there...right?

•°~°•

Walking very slowly to your car you have the car seat in one hand and your hospital bag on your shoulder. You have to place down the car seat when you feel another contraction approaching. Resting your hands on your lower back you slightly stretch hoping to relieve some of that pain. 

You close your eyes tightly for a brief second and when you open them you have to wipe away a stray tear. Maybe you shouldn't try to drive yourself in this state. Before you can even go to pick it up you immediately take note of the person you see jumping from roof to roof. It doesn't take you that long to realize that it's Miguel.

A small smile emits on your face as you watch him quickly make his way to you. He takes his both hands to cradle your face and his mask immediately disengages. 

“Are you okay? Tell me how you are feeling, please. I came as fast as I can”

You lean into his hands, relishing in his touch and the warmth of his skin. “I'm okay I-I didn't know if you were going to come or not but I'm….glad you're here. She's coming Miguel and I'm so scared” You hold onto his wrist as he leans his forehead on yours.

“You're going to do so great you hear me. I'll be right there with you as long as you want me” You nod along to his words; you really don't think you could do this alone. 

“Yes please don't leave me, I need you with me. I don't wanna do this alone” When you feel him lean back you finally open your eyes. He helps you get into the car before placing the car seat and your hospital bag in the back. For the whole ride, you focus on your breathing resting your hands on your stomach. Miguel encouragingly rubs his right hand over your thigh. Though you can't help but notice his right leg bouncing up and down. Dammit, you really hope this isn't too triggering for him.

Miguel checks you in at the hospital and waits until you're inside the room to race back outside to properly park the car. A few nurses walk into the room giving you the hospital clothes to change into and once you’re done they begin to check on the baby’s heartbeat to see if you have begun to dilate etc. They are asking you if this is your first child, how long have you been experiencing contractions when it started, and so on. Truthfully you have a hard time keeping up. Everything is happening so fast that you don’t even know what to focus on. There’s a band around your stomach that allows the baby's heartbeat to echo throughout the room.

“Is it just you or are you expecting someone else to be in here with you?” You turn your head to the nurse and you slowly nod your head. “Yeah he’s just parking the car but he’ll be here” She gives you a warm smile before heading back to work.

•°~°•

Miguel practically runs out of the car the second he gets it in a proper parking place. He wasn't expecting you to have the baby so shortly after he woke from the coma. He's just glad we woke up before it happened. He wouldn't know what he would've possibly done if he managed to miss it…he would've never forgiven himself for leaving you to deliver your baby on your own.

When he reaches back inside right as he's about to go into the room he is stopped by one of the nurses.

“We can't just let anyone in there are you related to the patient in any way?” He tries not to roll his eyes at the nurse before he opens his mouth to respond.

“Well not exactly but-”

The nurse begins to wave her hand in dismissal. “Then you can't go in there you have to follow protocol”

“I checked her in, what are you talking about? Just let me in” He tries to step around her but she just follows him. She has about 5 seconds to move before he loses his cool; he doesn't have time for this.

“Sir if you would just-”

“The mother of my child is in there dammit let me through” His voice was stern and strained as he tried not to raise it. The nurse immediately closed her mouth, nodding her head before stepping aside so he could pass. He runs his fingers through his hair before walking into the room. 

When he sees you there on the bed with your eyes closed and your hands resting on your stomach he gets an immediate sense of deja vu. He’s been in this situation before and the first time he was here he wondered what in the world was he doing. He was quite literally taking another man's place and he wasn’t prepared for it not one bit. But those years and those memories that he spent with his daughter he wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Was it a risky thing to do? Yes.

Did he know at that point in time? No.

As he watches you he gets a sense of longing even though he’s been in this position before once again he’s taking another man's place….Is this a bad thing to think of right now? Maybe. But he can’t help but feel like an imposter again. One thing for certain is that he wants to be here and there’s nothing that can change his mind about that. 

He stands next to your bed and begins to gently stroke your hair it’s important that you remain calm. He knows how quickly things can change and he wants to make sure you and your baby make it out of this okay. When you finally look over at him you give him a weak smile and surprisingly he feels himself doing the same.

He takes his thumb to wipe away a stray tear before it has a chance to fall down your cheek. “How are you feeling right now?”

“I’m feeling okay. Contractions are contractions but….turns out I’m already 5 centimeters dilated so..”

“That's good you’re doing so great you hear me. Let me know if you need anything water, if you want to walk around let me know and we could do it” You nod eagerly at him before taking a deep breath. As time continues to pass by he remains by your side only leaving once to use the bathroom. To say he’s so proud of you would be an understatement he’s proud of you for being so calm he could only imagine the amount of pain you are going through.  

It’s around 1 am and he’s sitting on the couch eating the leftover food he got for you 5 hours ago and the food that you're also forcing him to eat. Since you hate that he’s not eating anything. The sound of the baby's heartbeat rings in his ear. Your contractions have gotten more frequent and a little more painful just based on the sounds that you’re making. He immediately looks up when the doctors come in. They begin to check on you and once your doctor whom he met all those weeks ago looks over at him and gives him a nod. He knows that is time.

•°~°•

“You're fully dilated Mama I could see her head I think it's time for you to push” You immediately begin to cry and you reach out a hand for Miguel right as he begins walking up to you.

You focus all of your energy on pushing. You block out everything only focusing on the warmth of Miguel’s hand in yours. The sweat on your forehead is causing your hair to stick to your forehead. You push and push until you rest your head back on the bed in defeat. You relish in the silence for a second before you quickly open your eyes and look at your doctor.

“D-Did I do it where is she?” You peek and they begin to wipe her down before they prepare for the skin-to-skin contact. She has a full set of hair and there's blood and fluids all over her. But still, you can’t hear her.

“Miguel what’s-”

And then you hear it.

The minute her skin touches yours she begins to cry. You feel a kiss on the side of your head and you go to kiss her head as well. And just like that, your daughter was brought into this world.

•°~°•

Hours have passed, you've been cleaned up and your daughter lays beside you swaddled up in a blanket in the little basket. Miguel has stepped out to get you something to eat..again. When Miguel finally comes back you notice that one of his hands is behind his back. You give him a tired smile and a confused look before speaking.

“Now what took you so long?” You watch as he puts down the food before handing you a bouquet of roses and mint chocolate ice cream.

“What’s all this?” He shrugs his shoulders and begins to take out the food for you. “I know you like flowers…and I just wanted to get you something” You take a sniff at the flowers before grabbing the food. For a minute you both stay in comfortable silence as you eat. But as you watch Miguel you notice that although his eyes are on his watch from time to time they dart over to your daughter. You can't imagine how this might feel for him. If you were unsure about where you guys stand then this should answer your question. He was in your delivery room watching you have a baby. He was with you from the moment you stepped foot in the hospital you had your baby at almost 3 am and he's been up with you. Not once did he doze off, not once did he complain about it. He was with you every step of the way. You really don't know what you would've done if he wasn't there and you'll be thanking him for the rest of your life.

You look over at him again and you catch him staring at your baby. When he realizes you caught him he quickly goes back to looking at his watch. Letting out a deep sigh you signal him over with the wave of your hand.

He stands on the left side of your bed immediately tucking some of your curls behind your ears. You say nothing as you look up at him with a smile.

“Do you want to hold her?” 

“No, I-” You cut him off.

“I saw you staring at her…it's okay you can if you want to” As you stared at him you could see the wheels turning in his head. Although you don't know too much about his past there's no doubt he's still hurting.

You place a gentle hand on his forearm giving him a squeeze of encouragement. “You won't hurt her go ahead Miguel” You watch as he takes a step forward but stops. You give him a nod and he slowly nods back before walking up slowly to her. 

“It's been so long since I—I don't wanna hurt her” His voice suddenly went so soft and gentle almost feeling like a small touch against your ears. You watch as he stops directly in front of the basket staring down at her. He goes to wipe his hands on his jeans before slowly reaching in. You practically hold your breath until he comes in contact with her. Ever so gently you watch as he slowly begins to cradle her. She looks so small in his hands honestly you think he could hold her with one hand if he could.

Miguel slowly begins to rock as he stares down at her. “She has your eyes” You let out a small laugh as you begin to fiddle with your fingers. You pause as you remember that you have your camera in your bag. Quickly you lean over to reach in your bag and you grab it taking the picture before he notices. When the flash goes off he looks at you shaking his head before turning his attention back onto her.

As you sit there and watch them you can’t help it as tears form in your eyes you rapidly blink them away before they can fall. He holds her longer than you expect he slowly continues to rock her as she stirs briefly. He holds her for a few more seconds before he goes to put her down. 

“Thank you for that”

You shake your head no. “You don’t have to thank me for anything”

•°~°•

Two days later you and Miguel are slowly making your way back into your apartment. Surprisingly when you left they worked on the elevator. Since you’ve been here the elevator has been broken all those months struggling to walk up the stairs and they finally….You watch silently as he begins to unlock your door with the car seat in the other hand and the hospital bag on his shoulder. He hasn’t let you carry anything. Truthfully you haven’t even lifted a finger apart from holding her. And honestly, you like the sight of him holding her and him just…uh being here? The sight of him catering to you once again makes you feel things…things that you shouldn’t feel at that. It makes you crave it, yearn for it even. Or maybe its just because it feels right? 

You like this picture of what your little family would look like. You, your daughter, and Miguel. Of course, you want her to have the perfect childhood whatever that may look like coming from just you and her but you wouldn't mind doing this with Miguel. You wouldn't mind him being a part of it.

Your mind shuts off the second he pushes open the door. He holds the door open for you and he puts the carseat down in the living room. As you stare at her you realize that she's awake right now. You begin to wash your hands and get ready to change your clothes and unload your hospital bag.

You walk over to the bag and begin to take things out. 

“Hey, do you mind watching her real quick as I—Actually it's fine you’ve done more than enough already. Asking you to stay feels like a crime I mean I want you to stay but if you don't want to I mean that's fine too I'm not going to force you to stay or anything-” You pause as you feel a hand on your shoulder. 

Miguel is towering over you as his right hand slowly grips onto yours pulling your hand slowly out of the bag. “Stop it. I'm not going anywhere but you need to sit and relax. You just had a baby….I was planning on staying the night anyways”

You turn to face him. “The night?” He nods. “Only if you want-” You cut him off.

“Yes,” He raises his eyebrows at your quick answer. “I want you to stay” He nods and then glances down at your hand that he's still holding. You swallow nervously as he takes a step closer leaning his head down till his breath fans over your ears. 

“Well if I'm going to stay you have to do as I say” Slowly you turn your head to face him and the minute you do you regret it. Your faces are now mere inches apart. “And what is that?” Your eyes dart down to his lips then back up to his eyes. He takes a deep breath closing his eyes before leaning back.

“Sit”

Before you even have the chance to respond you watch out the corner of your eyes a red web shooting out from his wrist and the sound of a chair scraping against the floor reaches your ear. He juts his head in the direction of the chair.

“But-”

“Sit” You slowly sit down and watch as he turns his attention to your hospital bag. You glance over at your daughter when you hear her stirring a smile emits on your face as you begin to take her out making sure she's wrapped up in Miguel's blanket before sitting back down with her. 

You watch as she begins to look over at Miguel. You know her vision isn't fully developed yet but you can't help but stare at the both of them. “And here is your mommy's best friend. When you get older I'll tell you about all of our adventures. And if he sticks around….then he could tell you too” You place a gentle kiss on her head and when you look up you catch Miguel staring. 

“What, did I say something?” He says nothing as he shakes his head.

•°~°•

It's now late at night you've washed up and your daughter is sleeping in her room. You've checked if the baby monitor works maybe 5 times you made sure there's nothing in her crib you made sure that she has a bottle ready if needy because you know how much newborns can wake up in the middle of the night. You've pumped your milk already and done all of the things that you need to do on her first night home.

To say that you're nervous would be an understatement. You are pulled out of your thoughts when you hear the doorbell ring. Miguel went across to his place so he can take a shower as well. As you open the door you look in confusion as he has a sheet and a pillow in his hand. 

“Don't tell me you plan on sleeping on the floor?” You step aside to let him in and he places his things on the couch.

“I'm sleeping on the couch” You close the door before turning to look at him in confusion.

“You could barely even fit, do you not remember when I used to patch you up on there? You had to sit with your legs stuck together so we could both fit on there. Just sleep on the bed with me” He stares at you as he folds his hands across his chest. Silence fills the air as you both stare at each other. Dammit did you overstep? You weren't trying to, you just know that he would be more comfortable on the bed than the couch. And you would be more comfortable….

Not that you want him to sleep with you or anything, just that you guys still haven't talked and it would be easier if y'all did that in the same room.

…….

Who are you trying to convince? Deep down inside you know you want Miguel next to you. But the question is does he want that too?

“Fine. Do you want to create a barrier or anything or-”

Your answer is immediate. “That won't be necessary” He looks you up and down before giving you a curt nod. Yup, this totally won't be awkward at all. You both walk towards your room but you stop at your daughters room peaking your head in making sure she's okay. You decide to leave the door all the way open instead of partially. You hesitantly walk inside her room just checking on the baby monitor just in case….

You walk out and you both step inside your room. Quickly you get into your bed trying to ignore the fact that Miguel will be spending the night….in your room…and in your bed. You immediately pull the covers all the way up under your chin. 

He climbs in next to you but he doesn't get under the covers and he doesn't turn in your direction he lies down facing the ceiling with his feet crossed and his hands interlocked across his abdomen. Yep, this is totally not going to be awkward…….You decide to close your eyes and try to let sleep take you but that's easier said than done when you have this man next to you. 

Some time has passed but unfortunately, sleep does not take you. At least the moonlight is shining through your window so you don’t have to be in complete darkness. Letting out a deep sigh you take a peek opening your eyes only to catch Miguel looking away.

“You were watching me sleep?”

“I was not”

“You were”

Miguel lets out a sigh of his own before speaking. “I was not. I simply heard you sighing and I looked over to see what was wrong” You narrow your eyes at him not quite sure if you believe him. “Well, you looking away immediately like you were caught doing something isn’t helping your case. You nervous or something big guy?” 

“Says the one who’s hiding under the covers”

You begin to prop yourself up on your elbow, your curls falling over your shoulders in the process. “Hey…you already know how you make me feel”

He then turns on his side to face you. “And what is that?” You swallow nervously as you become face-to-face with him. “Well, you make me nervous…but like in a good way you always have even before I knew about you know your secret identity”

He stares at you for a second before asking another question. “And that’s it..is that all how I make you feel?” You are taken aback by his sudden change of tone. It’s lower kind of sultry but it’s laced with uncertainty as if he were hesitant to even ask you. Is he asking you what you think he is…

You immediately begin to feel your nervousness increase so much to the point where you have to break eye contact with him.

You're playing with the ends of the sheet for a few seconds before you feel a hand cupping your chin and lifting your face till you're looking at him again.

“Look at me”

As you stare at him you realize that this may be the night when all of your doubts and concerns about you and Miguel’s relationship can either be washed away or confirmed. This is so intimate here you both are lying on your bed about to talk about your feelings for each other. Yes, you were waiting for this moment since he last left your apartment but were you really ready for it? No.

•°~°•

Miguel's eyes dart between yours as he tries to figure out what to say next. He wasn’t planning on doing this tonight at all. Truthfully he doesn’t know what came over him but honestly, it was getting to a point where he couldn’t hold back anymore he needed to know—he still needs to know. He has to know before he gets too attached and he doesn’t mean to you he means to your baby girl. He’s already long gone when it comes to you. That's one thing for sure but now you've brought your beautiful daughter into the world there’s only a matter of time before he doesn’t want to let go. There’s only a matter of time before he can’t. It’s been torture speaking to you and not knowing how you feel about him. Yes, you both said “I love you” but it could've just been in the spur of the moment. He meant it but did you?

Well, there’s only one way to find out.

He lowers his hand from your chin only to slide it across your face, the ends of his fingers resting in your hair.

“I love you and I've loved you for a long time. I loved you way before I even knew that I did and way before I was ready to admit it…and I want to be with” He pauses searching your eyes for any sign of what might be confusion or maybe even resistance. Miguel honestly wouldn't know how he would place distance between the two of you. He's gotten a small glimpse of what his life would be like with you, him and your daughter. When he finally held your baby girl in his arms it all became oh so real. 

He wants this life he really does but he wants it with you. All those times when he traveled damn near across the city to find the correct supermarket you were at. When he made sure you weren't going to the supermarket alone. Or in the beginning when he took it upon himself to watch over you every night you worked at the bar. Both during the days that you knew he was there and then the days that you didn't. Not to mention when you both pretended to be together at your yoga class. All these things made him realize just how much he wants to be the man in your life, your significant other, and the father to your child. 

Dammit finally closing off his thoughts he realized just how loud the silence is and how painful it's starting to become. Fuck he just ruined-

“And I love you too Miguel I've been waiting for you to say something and—and I even tried to say something but I never found the right time to do so. I’m so-”

He cuts you off because he knows exactly what you're going to say. “If anyone should be sorry it’s me I wanted to say something I tried to but I could’ve tried harder I could’ve stayed but I didn’t I left” He begins to run his thumb across your cheek deciding to take this opportunity he uses his hand to drag your face closer to his. “And do you want to be with me?” Miguel has to try and mask his nervousness before he ends up looking like a complete idiot.

“I do want to be with you…but you know it’s me and my daughter now so she’ll be a big part of my life and I know I’m probably reaching but she will remember you I know she will so if things ever go sour between us you can choose to walk out of my life but not out of hers…Okay?”

He nods his head immediately if he were you he would have a list of rules for him to follow when it comes to your daughter. But trust he meant it when he said he doesn’t think he could ever leave you alone. Not talking to you, not being near you, or even not checking in to see how things are going feels like a crime. It would be torture for sure.

“I swear I’ll do right by you both you have my word and we could go at whatever pace works for you I’m in no rush”  

“Yeah that would be great…since you know” He watches you slowly before leaning forward to rest a kiss on your forehead. He stares as the moonlight dances on your features. Your faces are now mere inches apart. Now isn’t the time for this….He doesn't even have time to react when he sees you leaning forward. He sits there stunned when you place a kiss on the bridge of his nose. 

He stares at you in amusement as you pull the sheets back under your chin.

“Do you think she'll be okay?”

“Okay with what sleeping?”

You nod your head. “Is she going to be okay all alone in her room? I mean I know the baby monitor is on but still what if she's crying while I'm asleep and I don't hear her?” You're worried he realizes and honestly, he sees himself in you especially when his daughter was born. He felt like a fish out of water when his daughter was a newborn. 

“Trust me you'll wake up but if it makes you feel better if she wakes up we can bring her crib in here”

“I would like that”

“Now get some rest it's late I'll wake you up if anything” He watches as you nod your head before moving closer to him. Miguel doesn't hesitate to wrap an arm around you pulling you in more to the point where you're practically hugging his chest.

“I'm really glad that you're here with me and her. I don't know what I'd do without you” He rests his chin on top of yours as he begins to play with your curls. 

“And I don't know what I'd do without you”

•°~°•

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With Much Love,

Cece

Thinking of making a long imagine for Tom Riddle and by long, I mean like more than 3k words long, really long type with backstories for the characters, but what kind should it be?

Small Headcanons to Miguel O'Hara After Pregnant Wife Reader Gives Birth:

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I miss reading and writing Miguel O'Hara fics so muchhhhh!! But yeah, my schedule lately has been so hectic and busy, I wasn't even sure if I would be able to finish this in time for the 2nd of June. I will probably just post shorter contents instead of my usual ones.

MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: Have some wine before you leave, or suggest a good brand to me. any form of messages are a delight.

First and foremost, Miguel is in absolute awe when baby Benjamin entered the world. He feels a sense of pride and protectiveness bloom in his chest over the little infant. And when Miguel held him for the first time- oh, he was so close to crying right then and there. Miguel could never understand how people could love within a few seconds of meeting them, but he was immediately proven wrong by his tiny son who was quick to steal a spot in his heart.

Miguel is constantly raining you with love and affection after you had given birth. He couldn't think of how he could ever repay you, the love of his life, from bringing your baby into this world, and he is forever grateful for the second chance you had given him, especially since the journey before is a hard one too.

However, if you think for a second that Miguel will leave your side for missions, then you're sorely mistaken. Miguel has a duty being the head of Spider Society, but he also has a duty as a husband and father. Also, there is in no hells way Miguel is letting you or Benjamin out of his sight while you're both at your most vulnerable states. He specifically restricted Lyla to not give him any assignments throughout the next month after your birth, only telling her to give him occasional updates and to assign his missions to either Jessica or Peter.

You know those husbands who does all the work after their wife has given birth? Like, literally everything and anything their heart wishes? Yeah, that's literally Miguel. He's the one constantly taking care of you and Benjamin all the time, from changing his diapers to making sure to order your favourite food, especially the ones you weren't allowed to eat during your pregnancy. Miguel is very active, always using every one of his minutes doing something, and he enjoys it.

MIguel sometimes fear that he might have neglected you during your pregnancy, which wasn't the case, but he felt as if he could have spent more time taking care of you. That's probably why he enjoys spending each moment with you and Benjamin after taking the two of you home. Time was very precious to him and Miguel had learnt to cherish it after years of experience. It could be an ordinary day with a slightly fussy Benjamin and a moody you, but he would still embrace it with open arms and love the time spent together.

Miguel has always been protective of you and Benjamin, there's no doubt on that, but there is this deep fear in his heart that something might happen to Benjamin the same way something had happened to Gabriella. Due to it, he has a very hard time falling asleep most nights, often choosing to not sleep at all and would use the excuse that he was merely tending to Benjamin. You knew the truth, of course, and you had a long talk with your husband about it, assuring him that nothing will happen to Benjamin and managed to get him to sleep for a few hours.

That is until Benjamin woke the two of you up with his cries of hunger.

Currently thinking about the way miguel would hold your hands to admire your freshly made nails. His expression would be so soft with tender and gentle eyes while listening about your rambling about how the whole appointment went.

Like this one person got angry about the colour even though they've sat through the whole procedure and didn't say one word of objection.

The other spelt such good tea about their ex while phoning and you just couldn't help but try to hear everything.

Miguel would patiently listen and stroke your hands with his thumb. Loving how tiny they look in his hands, even though your hands aren't that small but because his are just so huge.

Miguel would slowly bring them closer to his face, scaning every detail and then kiss each knuckle, telling you how well made they look and how well you've styled your outfit to fit them.

After that he'd ask how much they've cost, only to put the money back in your purse, without you noticing because he knows you don't want him to spend much money on you. But he can't help it, you just deserve to be spoiled in his eyes.

🕸🕷

Miguel x Sarala smut!

this is a little fluffy/comfort piece I wrote back in May, if you wanna learn more about my OC that I ship with Miguel, you can read her introduction post here

I’ve never posted just one of my little short pieces like this before, so let me know your thoughts and I’ll post more cause I’ve got lots in the trusty notes app👍

Evening. Sarala sat at the vanity inside of her walk-in closet, doing her nightly skin and hair routine. She had already brushed her teeth and thoroughly cleaned her face in the bathroom, and was now applying her serums and lotions. After that, she massaged a hair oil into her scalp, sighing in satisfaction as her fingers melted the days stress away from her head. While brushing out her hair and braiding it, Miguel then entered the bedroom and leaned back against the door after closing it, mumbling tiredly in Spanish.

“What kept you downstairs so long?”

Sarala questioned.

“I was doing the dishes,”

He answered before starting to dress down from his lounge clothes.

“That’s supposed to be Jordan’s chore, why were you doing that?”

“She was exhausted from Spider-stuff today, I told her to go get some rest.”

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“I know, I know.”

He was soon only in his boxer briefs and got into bed to wait for Sarala. Fresh-faced and all glowy from her tried and true routine, she went and sat down besides him where he laid. He slid his arms around her waist and planted a kiss on her hip. She smirked and finger-combed his hair with one hand while reaching for a book on her bedside table with the other.

“You’re so sweet.”

“I missed you today…it feels like it’s been too long since I last slept over.”

“Oh please, what has it been? Two, three nights?”

Miguel just rolled his eyes as he kissed her hip again, slipping a hand into the waistband of her silk pajama shorts on her opposite hip. She let out a small chuckle as she opened her book.

“Are you trying to start something?”

She asked with a hint of playfulness.

“Maybe…”

He muttered in reply.

“You sound awfully sleepy if that is the case.”

“Oh come on, we both know how much you like sleepy lazy sex.”

“…That I do,”

Sarala smiled widely as she fiddled with the corner of the book page.

“Please, hermosa? I’ll do all the work,”

He insisted while smoothing the palm of his hand over her bare hip, compressed by the elastic in her shorts.

“Ooh, you know just what I wanna hear, don’t you?~”

She grinned, stroking his hair again and twirling some of it around her finger.

“Is that a yes?”

He clarified.

“Yes it is, pyaarar~”

Miguel sat up as she leaned down so they could kiss for a moment. Sarala then turned to set her book down and grab a condom from her bedside table drawer. Miguel then pulled her close so her back was against his chest, and started unbuttoning her shirt while kissing her neck. She couldn’t help but giggle and shiver from this. Now he had two hands under her pajamas. One cupping one of her breasts, and the other sliding in between her legs above her underwear.

“Careful, you might get me in the mood for something more energetic,”

She warned happily.

“That’s a risk I’ll take,”

He muttered. She looked over her shoulder to kiss him on the lips, making him smile as he reciprocated. Sarala then pulled away to face him fully and Miguel properly sat up. She straddled him and held his face to continue the kiss while he groped her ass. She started to lightly bounce up and down, grinding against him. He let out a deep but brief moan into her mouth, making her chuckle proudly.

“Mm~ I can feel how hard you are~ It always happens so quick~ Does your green serum thing do that?”

She questioned. He scoffed lightly.

“You’re ridiculous~”

“Only for you~”

With this quip, she started to kiss and bite at his neck.

“Mm, fuck,”

Miguel grunted quietly as he took the condom from her and started to unwrap it. He then pulled down his boxers and her shorts and underwear just enough to get to what they needed. After the condom was on, he picked her up by her thighs and got her back-down onto the bed. She laughed at this.

“Y’know, I quite like being thrown around when it’s by someone I love and it’s not into the side of a building~”

Miguel snickered.

“I’ll remember that~”

With his hands planted firmly into the mattress besides and a bit above Sarala’s head, he angled his hips and pushed into her. She bit her lip and moaned softly before reaching her head up to try and kiss him. While beginning to thrust, he kissed back, though they both struggled to reach the others mouth from the drastic height difference. It was a difficult but worthy effort for them. Sarala eventually broke the kiss to whine and whisper dirty talk to him in Hindi, only some of which he understood. Still, it successfully excited him. He shifted to rest on his elbows instead of his hands, allowing him to speed up easier and kiss her even better. Miguel started to really huff and moan.

“Mmm, not too loud, can’t let the kids hear,”

Sarala warned, wincing slightly while suppressing some moans.

“Uh-huh, yeah,”

He quickly nodded his head before suddenly hooking an arm around Saralas leg to hold it up against him, and speeding up further. She gasped as her eyes rolled back into her head, then slapping a hand over her mouth to quiet herself. After a good while of this, Sarala started to shake violently as she squirted against him. The warm sensation of this made him cum as well. While it wasn’t the lazy sex they had planned, they were both fulfilled from this. Miguel pulled out and rolled onto the bed besides her, panting. Sarala weakly sat up and removed the condom to tie it off for him.

“I’ll take care of the comforter in the morning,”

She noted while tossing the condom into a small trashcan by her bed, lightly pumping her fist in victory as she made the shot.

“Sounds good,”

Miguel tiredly replied before getting up and going to the bathroom. At Sarala’s insistence of safe sex practices, they both went to pee before getting back in bed together. Miguel held her close and moved down lower so he could rest his head on her chest. She smiled and held him back, playing with his hair lovingly. He took her hand and kissed the back of it.

“Buenas noches, mi amor.”

“Shubharaatri, mere pyaar.”

With this, Sarala looked over her shoulder to shoot some webs and hit the lights. This had become such a regular habit for her that it caused some of the paint around the light switch to chip off the wall. Now covered in darkness, she turned back to hold him again, kissing the top of Miguels head before they both fell asleep.

Miguel O’Hara 😭 No hate to the people who do write fanfic/smut of him/characterize him as a dom, because I don’t think that’s entirely impossible/unlikely for him, and also I enjoy consuming content of that myself.

And I absolutely HATE when people say this to me so as nicely as possible; Did you watch the movie? Remember all the funny bits where the others dunk on him and he’s a little cringefail? That’s part of his charm! I’d love to see more of that!

tragedy is when a man has so much failwife potential & yet gets assigned suave dom by the fandom and isn't allowed to be anything else. chin up king your loser energy is seen and appreciated. by me

Scary Movie Night

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), Full nelson, Oral, Cum eating, Reverse cowgirl.

Summary: Halloween Night and a horror movies what could go wrong?

A/N: I can not do kinktober because I write to slow, so this is my Halloween fic instead. Also if you have sent me a request I am working on it so please be patient! If you enjoyed this Halloween themed Fic, please checkout my Halloween Fic with Peter B Parker here.

Word Count: 6,582

“Oh no please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface I want to be in the sequel!” 

Halloween night, alone with no plans but to watch the horror movie marathon on TV, pass out candy to trick-or-treaters, and gorge yourself on candy and popcorn.  

The movie marathon was going strong. You had started with Nightmare on Elm Street, and now you have moved on to Scream. The marathon was the perfect way to get into the Halloween spirit. Halloween was the perfect night to get your spook on, everyone is entitled to one good scare on the spookiest night of the year. However, you didn't foresee yourself getting scared from the movies with having to constantly get up to pass out candy to eager trick-or-treaters. 

The doorbell rang out causing you to heave yourself from the couch dusting popcorn derby from your chest you flip on your interior lights and answer the door. 

“Trick or Treat!” 

The little Bundle of kids cheered. Ranging in ages you surveyed the group with a smile. A sweet little princess, an impressive robot, and an oddly adorable zombie, with them a tepid teenager with his scary werewolf mask on top of his head. You assume the babysitter for the night.  Quickly complementing their costumes you gave them each a handful of the sugary treats they were so desperate for. Chirping a thank you they all run off to the next house over. 

Smiling as they run off you scan the crisp autumn night watching the masses of excited children cheering and laughing as they run from house to house. As you are greeting some more treaters running to your door, something catches your eye. 

A dark figure seems to be slowly walking in the shadows of the sidewalks carefully avoiding running children and lights as it walks carefully by, surveying the rows of houses. Watching intently you quickly pass out the candy while trying to get a good look at the figure. Then one of the kids chirps a thank you causing you to smile down at them, once the kids run off your porch you look for the figure in the night and it seems to have disappeared. Okay, that was creepy. Maybe it was just a harmless kid, don't work yourself up. 

And you didn’t the whole weird sighting had completely left your mind. You had finished Scream and moved on to Halloween, is it even truly Halloween if you haven't watched this movie at least once? Enthralled in the movie your lights are turned dim to get you into the atmosphere of the film. Then something makes you jump, and it wasn’t the shape on the screen.  

Whipping your head towards the sound, it's like a soft tapping and it's coming from your window. This caused only one thought to rush through your brain- did I lock the window…

Slowly approaching the window you hear the tapping continue and you swear as you inch closer it becomes more rampant. Then as you reach for the curtain it seems to stop. It's probably just nothing, but the thought of that shadowy figure made all your confidence waver. If this is something you are screwed…maybe if you had some company you would be calmer. 

Not wanting to be a horror movie cliche you start looking through your phone's contacts. You need someone dependable, scary, and someone you wouldn't mind hanging out with, like…

You stop scrolling and stare at the contact name: Miguel O’Hara…

Dependable- yes, he can be kinda a hardass but at work, he is always ready to give a helping hand to you every time you ask, even though he would not shy away from giving you shit when given the chance. Though you have grown to enjoy the teasing.  

Scary- Uh, the dude is 6 '9' and built like a brick wall. It was one of the first things you noticed about him, The dude was huge! He could probably crush you if he needed to, though would that be so bad? It has become an office joke that when he's not at work he's living at the gym working out like crazy. How else could he be so big? 

Now Miguel is your friend, you two had gotten close through your jobs at Alchemax, So it's only natural for a friend to let another friend come over right? Even if this said friend is quite attractive, with a gorgeous face, broad back, slender waist, and the best ass you have ever seen. Yeah, hanging out alone in your house shouldn't be a problem…Right?

Taking a deep breath you press the call button. 

-Bring…-

-Brriinnngg…-

“Hello?” 

“Um, Hey Miguel, are you busy?” 

You hear Miguel shuffling around before he answers “What's wrong?” 

Wow, he's pretty perceptive, you didn't realize how shaken up you sounded for him to ask you that so quickly. “Uh, I was wondering if you could…come over?”

There is a long moment of silence then what sounds like an exasperated sigh on Miguel's end. He busy…Maybe you should tell him never mind, you're the one who decided to watch horror movies alone and-

“Okay, I will be there shortly.” 

Well that took zero convincing, “O-okay, see you then”

-click-

——-

Making sure to pick up your living room a bit you anxiously await for Miguel to arrive. The random tapping has stopped but you're still walking apprehensively through your home. Turning back on your lights you continue to watch the movie trying to distract yourself but you feel your hands getting clammy and anxiety rising. Were these movies just getting to you? Or Is there stuff happening? Worse than that, Is Miguel going to think you're crazy? 

Checking your phone every couple of minutes waiting for a call or text from Miguel. He said he would be here shortly but it feels like forever, where is he? Having nervously eaten all your popcorn you go to make another bowl. Throwing the bag in the microwave you start the time and think about how you just saw this same situation in Scream. Waiting patiently you're starting to think you're overreacting a bit. That tapping could be anything, maybe when Miguel gets here you two can laugh at this. He has the most amazing laugh…

Then a sudden thumping breaks your daydream. Frozen, you don't move a muscle, you don't even dare to breathe as you slowly move your gaze to the window where the tapping had been. But, the thumping noise is fainter, and it's almost like something hitting something on your windows. For a second you think, is someone egging me? You thought you could avoid that because you got the good candy. Is someone messing with you? Maybe this is all in your head? 

The thumping then turns into a window-rattling, like it's being pried open, your blood runs cold…

Eyes flicking around the room, your gaze gets glued towards the bathroom, and you clutch your cell phone tightly, is this happening…do I look? Absolutely not! Frantically you look at your phone. Where the hell is Miguel? 

Then the sound of your doorbell chime sounds like a saving grace. Quickly you rush to open the door, but it doesn't budge. Danm-

Fumbling with the lock you quickly swing the door open and there he is. Miguel O’Hara, in all his beautifully intimidating glory. God, you could just kiss him. You didn't even care that he was looking at you like you were insane. Without a second thought, you're pulling him by his shirt inside, slamming your door shut. Turning to him with wild eyes the hysteric words flying from your mouth.  

“Canyougocheckthebathroom, Iheardanoise and I’M Freaking out!” 

Miguel just looks at you baffled before he swivels his head around responding with a casual sigh. “Where's the bathroom?” 

Timidly you point down your dark hallway and Miguel instantly starts walking that way. Following close behind it takes everything in you not to cling to his jacket. Now you are usually a lot braver, but the oddness of the whole situation has you in a tissy.  

Miguel stops at the closed bathroom door, turning his head over his shoulder he points his index finger to the door in a silent question. Nodding with a yes he opens the door with a confident swing walking through. You're more apprehensive as you peer through the doorway holding your hands tightly to your chest. Looking through your bathroom it's completely normal, apart from the mountain of a man looking around at it. 

Turning to face you his chiseled face in a quizzical glare of ‘okay?’ 

Pointing to the window you meekly say “I thought I heard the window being opened..” 

Nodding Miguel parts the curtains to reveal a shut window, going the extra mile he even tries to open it but it's locked. Closing the curtains back he turns to you placing his hands on his hips.

“Anything else?”

Looking at the shower you nudge your head at it. Seeming to roll his eyes slightly he opens the curtain to reveal an empty shower, murderer free. Sighing, your tension starts to ease up, everything seems fine, other than you acting like a damn spaz.

“You okay scaredy-cat?” he says with a smirk. 

Rolling your eyes you're not amused by the nickname, “Yes I am fine, now can you give me a minute?”

Miguel shrugs with a smile and walks out of the bathroom, he turns like he's about to say something but you quickly slam the door closed, locking it.  Pressing your back to the door you run your hands through your hair and down your face feeling ridiculous. Nothing is here to get you…plus Miguel is here you need to get a grip.

After regaining your composure, doing your business, washing your hands, and maybe putting on some mascara and fixing your hair a bit, you finally exit the bathroom. Walking into your living room you are met with the sight of Miguel walking out of the kitchen, jacket removed, revealing a black tee shirt that does everything for his muscular physique; the cherry on top, he has taken your popcorn from the microwave and poured it into a bowl. -well just make yourself at home the O’Hara

Feeling a bit awkward you decide it's the polite thing to thank him, “Thank you for coming over and checking my bathroom…” 

Miguel nods plopping down on your couch and placing the popcorn on your coffee table, “you know, Maybe you shouldn’t be watching horror movies by yourself if you're just going to get scared by them” 

Touché-

“Well…That's why I have you, you get to be my bodyguard”  You say with a chuckle as you turn off your lights and slide down onto the couch next to him. 

“I don’t know, I was working before you called…” 

“Working?” This shouldn't be a surprise, of course, he was….”Well that's not a very fun Halloween” 

“And getting scared by cheesy horror movies is?” 

“Hey, At least it's festive, plus it’s not the movies that spooked me, some weird person was lurking around and this odd tapping, then the window…” 

As you speak you look up and see that Miguel is listening intently, hanging on to each word that leaves your lips, you can't help but feel your cheeks blush from his fervid stare. 

“I don’t know…maybe it was the movies…”

“I’ll stay”

“Huh?” You look at him confused 

Miguel casually grabs a handful of popcorn “I said I’ll stay, I don't have to finish that work right now and you seem genuinely scared, though I think you have just been watching too many movies niña” he playfully nudges you with his elbow and you nudge him back making him laugh causing you to blush again. 

“Plus…” he adds while dragging his eyes over your face, then down your body, studying your form for a moment “It will be..festive..” he looks back into your eyes and quickly averts his gaze to the movie, eating his popcorn casually. 

-------

This is not how you saw your evening headed, alone in a dark room with Miguel. Sure you have had the odd fantasy of this moment before but there was no TV playing, and there were also no clothes…the popcorn was still present though…

Trying to be engrossed in the film you can’t help but take your eyes away to look over at Miguel. Fidgeting around on the couch, Danm, you need to relax. Miguel is being a good friend and just trying to watch a movie he doesn't need to be ogled by you!  

As you continue to be at war with yourself your fidgeting and sighing must have gotten Miguel's attention. Because he’s then carefully wrapping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you in close. Feeling your face turn through three variations of blush you allow yourself to be pushed closer till your head is on his shoulder. Before you can even fumble with a response Miguel is speaking up. “You seem like you're scared…”

Not scared, just burning in desire for you, but I will take what I can get. “Thanks, Miguel.”

Completely ignoring the movie now, you don't even know what's on, you are just enjoying the closeness of Miguel's warm body. He might be the world's most cuddly man despite appearances. The best part was when a  jumpscare would suddenly happen, he would hold you tighter like he was trying to protect you. His calm rhythmic breathing and how his fingers subtly rubbed loose strains of your hair it was so calming. Calling him over was the perfect move, everything was going great. 

But there was something that just didn't make sense to you, “How come you're not at some kind of Halloween party or something?” you inquire looking up at his sculpted jaw. 

Miguel shrugs, moving his eyes away from the screen to look at you  “How come you're not at a Halloween party?” How come he can’t ever just give a straight answer-

Rolling your eyes you scoff “I’m not a fan of parties they tend to be overwhelming and usually kinda a letdown. Like I’m not going to go there and meet some sexy masked man to sweep me off my feet by fulfilling my every desire…” 

Miguel looks at you confused and you just giggle “Heh, I read a story about it once…Anyways I like staying home to pass out the candy, it’s fun getting to make the kid's night.” 

“You like kids?” he quickly asks. 

“Sure, I mean I want some of my own one day.” As you answer you look over at Miguel and you think you see a slight smile on his lips as you speak. 

“Seriously though, how come you weren't doing anything on Halloween?” you ask, trying to get the truth. “Didn't you get invited to go out?”

Miguel sighs, “Well yeah but, I’m like you, I don't like parties, horror movies are not my favorite, and kids don't trick or treat in my building, Plus…I was kinda waiting”

“Waiting? For what?” you say furrowing your brow at him.

“Well, I was waiting to see if you were going to invite me out” His sudden confession has your heart warming, and before you can get too mushy you slip out a laugh elbowing Miguel in the abs. “If you wanted to hang out you could have just called, you know?”

“I know, I guess I’m lucky you freaked yourself out so much you needed my company, scaredy-cat.” he teases leaning further into you and making your body warm.

“Hey! I was hearing and seeing things, Mister.” you poke his chest, almost hurting your finger in the process.

“Sure you were…” You and Miguel are both leaning pretty close by now, still laughing with each other. Then you two seem to notice the sudden proximity that has you both turning your heads quickly. 

Miguel and you continue your playful banter as you watch the movie. He complains how everything is predictable, proving his theories by telling you who will die and in what order, you call him a buzz kill and playfully pinch his sides as he continues to ruin the movie. Miguel meets your pinching by doing it to you, this quickly escalates to a pinching war on the couch.

Lost in the playful fight you and Miguel feel the tension building around you until the ring of the doorbell cuts through the laughing. Sounds of excited laughter following the ring, you look to the door and smile at Miguel “Well, duty calls,” Miguel moves so you can slip past him, and you head towards the door. To your surprise, however, you notice that Miguel is following you. Looking at him confused he averts his eyes and places his hand on the back of his neck, “Thought I could help….” -what a cutie

Smiling wide you place the bowl of candy in his large hands. Swinging the door open you see a group of giggly kids eagerly holding out their baskets. They all go to sing out their Halloween phrase but suddenly stop with wide eyes and gasped expressions. 

Looking at them confused you wonder what has them looking so shocked till you turn your head and look at Miguel. With the lights dimmed down in your house and the porch light only hitting parts of his face he looks terrifying, also are his eyes glowing red? What?

The youngest kid dressed like a fairy starts to cry, turning to hug her mom's leg. The others are too scared to even move. Miguel, in his infinite wisdom in social cues, leans over slightly and lets out a simple question “What will it be? Trick or Treat?” 

Noticing the kids getting upset and equally the parents, you are quick to soothe things over. Flipping the door light on you makes it easier to see Miguel, making his faceless obscured, this seems to make the kids relax a bit and the moms and dad blush to see his strong physique and chiseled features. 

“Wow! Miguel, don't all these kids look great? Don’t you love the costumes?” You nudge Miguel with a smile trying to get him to smile back. 

Miguel, confused at first, doesn't understand, then lighting up he seemingly catches on “Oh yeah definitely all good, I like the Spider-Man” Miguel points to a kid who is dressed in the Blue and red vigilante outfit (A popular costume since the masked hero started saving Nueva York) the kid gives a thumbs up that makes Miguel smile that has everyone’s heart squeezing.

Finally with the kids more relaxed and the parents thoroughly flushed you crouch down, pulling Miguel with you to drop candy in the kid's bags. You take the time to ask each kid what they are and compliment the outfit. Miguel keeps his smile placed as he watches you with the kids. He seems to enjoy this. Finally, with all the kids giving their sweet rewards you and Miguel wave bye.

Nudging him in the side you get his attention “Try not to scare the kids huh?” 

Miguel rolls his eyes “I didn't do it on purpose.”

Miguel walks back inside towards the movie and you go to reach for the light, but some sudden movement catches your attention. It looks like someone or something running down the side of the neighbor's house. Stepping out into the night air you look and see if you can see it. Inching closer and closer you're trying to catch a glimpse but then the sound of a playful scream down the road makes you jump. Looking back you see a father lifting his daughter and tossing her into the air making her scream and giggle. Taking a breath to calm yourself, you head back inside. Not seeing that the bushes have been rustling…

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Settling back onto the couch you are happily eating away at your candy. Trick-or-treaters are heading home for the night leaving the rest of the treats for you to enjoy. Miguel's eyes are focused on you as the candy slips past your lips. 

“I can’t believe you actually can sit here and eat all that sugar” 

You side-eye Miguel “Oh let me guess you don’t eat candy?” Probably not have you felt his abs in that shirt, completely solid-

“I just, haven’t had any that I like” 

“Well, do you not like sweet things?” 

Miguel looks at you for a moment like he wants to say something but quickly changes his mind “It depends…” 

“Well here try this, it’s one of my favorites” 

Quickly unwrapping the candy you hold it up for Miguel to take, but instead of grabbing it from you he leans down and takes it with his mouth. 

Staring at him your thoughts seem to evaporate.- 

Wait, did I just…did he really…did I feed him chocolate?

Staring at Miguel you meet his gaze with wide eyes, is he…no! He probably just took it because he just really wanted the chocolate…

While you're consumed by your thoughts your eyes stay locked with Miguel, he looks nervous. Like he's also surprised that you fed him chocolate, but he was the one who leaned in and ate from your hand! He fed himself! 

Moving his eyes away for a moment he turns away and quickly swallows the candy, as he turns he seems like he wants to say something but instead his intense stare stays on your eyes. Feeling his arm on your shoulders move slowly to your hips curling tighter around you, a crashing wave of excitement washes over you. He slightly leans forward keeping his eyes on yours, it feels like you can’t breathe. 

Heart is beating a mile a minute, all your nerves are on high alert, brain feels like it's frying. His scent, his touch, his intense stare! Wait, are his eyes red again, must be the lighting. 

All of it is overwhelming. With ease, his large hand gently grabs your neck, bringing you closer to touch his plush lips to yours. Eyes shutting instantly you lean into the kiss, pressing yourself closer to his warmth. Seemingly groaning in surprise he leans more, parting his lips slightly to guide you through, mouth moving in tandem with him. Feeling the kiss deepen to a more intense passion you feel Your arousal ruining your panties and body heat reaching a fever pitch. 

Breaking from the kiss to get air you stare at Miguel's face as he catches his breath, he looks downright majestic huffing for air it drives you wild, tightening your thighs together. Taking everything not to pounce him you back up brain scrambling from the hot man panting at you.  

“I-is it Hot maybe I should o-open up my….Window! Yeah, open up my window!” Quickly you scramble to your window pushing past the curtains and lifting the window. The sudden cool breeze does nothing to cool your heated body. Standing there you take deep breaths to calm yourself, then large hands grabbing your hips make your attempts to calm down fail. Feeling Miguel nuzzle into your hair, then his breath fan against your neck has you almost moaning, you just can't help melting at his touch. 

“I’m sorry if that was too sudden, I just…I’ve been wanting to do that..” His arms wrap around you in a hug making you fall into pure bliss

“For how long?” you say breathlessly leaning into his hold. 

Humming Miguel thinks for a moment “About….five months now”

Your eyes shoot open and you turn around and swat his shoulder “You have liked me for five months and you haven't done anything about it!” 

Miguel takes your playful hits for a few more moments before catching your wrist and pulling you in close, “you know if you wanted to kiss me you could have?”

“What? No way, I have been leaving hints this whole time you needed to meet me halfway!” 

Miguel leans in closer, silencing your nagging with a kiss that you quickly fall into, playing with his hair as his hands roam over your body. Breaking away Miguel smiles down at you, “Is this meeting you halfway?” 

Giving a slight pout you look at him with doe eyes “All I'm saying is that we could have been doing stuff sooner if you would have done something.” 

Miguel quickly lifts you kissing you passionately carrying you blindly to the bedroom, when you feel your back hit your bedroom door you break the kiss looking down at his smirking face. “Well let's make up for lost time, shall we?” 

Fumbling with your doorknob trying to open your door, but he swiftly moves your hand, opening the door in a fluid motion. Unable to contain your desires, you feverishly pull on his shirt while his hands fumble with your leggings. Once his shirt is off you take a second to admire his body he just chuckles at you before he's undoing his pants, while taking your top off you watch as his cock springs out from its confines slapping against his abdomen. 

Now fully exposed to one another he can't help but lick his bottom lip taking in all your soft curves. You're equally hypnotized by his monstrous phasic and the massive length that causes your legs to shake. Seeing your nervousness he's quick to relax you. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be gentle” Running his hands all over he gets behind you and walks you to your bed. Pushing you against the bed you're falling on the plush mattress on your hands and knees. 

Miguel's large digits can be felt spreading open your wet folds, you can only whimper as he runs his other finger up and down teasing you. 

“Danm, you're so wet…” 

Before you can give a rebuttal you feel him lick a long strip up your cunt. All you can do is let out a squeak as he ravenously eats your pussy, licking at your slick walls. All you can do is drop to your elbows moaning his name, as he hums and prods his tongue in your quivering slit. 

Finally needing to break for air he moves away, his warm breath fanning over your wet cunt making you squeeze your legs together. Turning your head over your shoulder to look at Miguel and you almost cum right there. He's panting like a damn animal as a mixture of your arousal and his spit coat his chin in a shining sheen. The most alarming thing is that his eyes are blown out in hungry lust “Miguel…” you whimper his name breathlessly. 

“Sorry hermosa, you're just so sweet..” with that he's spreading you open and back to eating your pussy like a starved man making you approach your high. Feeling your body reaching its peak you grind your hips into his face making him latch onto your swollen clit, sucking and twirling his tongue on it. 

“Oh my god! Miguel! Ah!” 

Knowing exactly what he's doing he leans in, humming onto your clit more, sliding two fingers into your slick cunt. moving his fingers in slowly he's spreading you open to accommodate every enticing inch. Once he's knuckle deep he starts pumping his large fingers in and out. Practically drooling now from his pumping plus the hungry licking and sucking of your clit you feel in bliss. It's not until Miguel is letting out a low groan into your cunt that you start seeing stars. 

Trying to squirm away you try to prevent what's about to happen but Miguel grabs a hold of your hips not allowing you to move, continuing his low groans and deep pumping. The white-hot rush washes over you and all you can do is scream his name as you cum, Miguel not wanting to waste a drop of your sweet essence quickly licks and sucks every drop from you, helping you ride your high on his face. 

Coming down from your high you feel Miguel's large hands squeezing your waist, “So good for me baby, so fucking sweet..” 

Before you can even fully get back to your senses Miguel is Pulling you up to press your back to his chest, “now keep being my good girl and ride me..” he growls into your ear. 

Laying down on the bed he steadies your hips as you grab his massive length angling it to tease your slit. His hot tip feels so good teasingly poking at your slit. Looking over your shoulder your eyes fall to Miguel, he looks like he can't take any more of your teasing. Grabbing your hair he roughly pulls making your back arch suddenly “Fucking ride it,” 

Slowly lowering yourself on his cock you feel the stretch making your toes curl, Miguel's large hands rub soft circles on your hips as you stretch yourself full. You're unable to help your mewing of his name as you fully press down to take him all. Not even moving yet your eyes are rolling at the way his tip is already nudging your cervix. Miguel continues to rub his hands up and down your back cooing sweet nothings about how you're such a good girl, his good girl. 

Feeling him throb in you, you're ready for more so you slowly start raising your hips and bringing yourself down, with each motion your cunt clenches down on him savoring the stretch. Once you're accommodated to his size you pick up your pace moving faster and pushing him in deeper, his hot tip has you losing your mind. Grabbing onto your breast pinching and twisting your buds, you're losing it moaning and crying out his name. 

Egged on by your enthusiasm Miguel grips your hips and thrusts deeper, “That's my girl, take it, baby, ah fuck, my cock is yours” 

“Its mine..ah fucking mine” you cry out bouncing faster 

You start to feel the coil in your stomach tightening, feeling your body heating up to a fever pitch. Miguel is right with you approaching as high as he thrust harder cock throbbing and heating to a mouth-watering burn. Grunts falling on deaf ears you're too lost in the chase or your second orgasm, your only focus is to milk him dry, to feel his thick seed fill you. 

The chase gets halted when suddenly Miguel is leaning forward kissing the back of your neck, hooking his arms under your knees. Locking his hands behind your head, the contorting has him fucking your pussy impossibly deeper, his breath is ragged as he moans, “I'm going to ruin this fucking pussy!”

“Fuck! Ruin me miggy!” You didn’t need to ask him twice he's fucking you hard, his in your stomach at this point. The arousal from your cunt is dripping down to your ass as he just takes full control over you. Chest feels on fire as you gasp from his pace which shows no sign of relenting till his cumming deep inside you.   

Practically there you feel your coil about to give, and then Miguel slows his strong thrust to a stop, his breath getting quiet. Turning back to whine at the sudden loss of friction you hear it too…the sound of your living room window sliding up. Still caged in his grip from the Full Nelson you can only look up in horror, your house is being broken into! You weren’t paranoid! 

Miguel slowly releases you from his hold and gently slides out of you moving you to the side of the bed. You can’t help the slight moan you give from not being full of him anymore. Miguel stands up and looks at you placing a finger to his lip reminding you to be silent, his intense eyes looking like they shine red. Quickly following his silence demands you cover your mouth with your hands. 

Slow footsteps can be heard walking through the house and your eyes widen. Who was in here? What is happening? 

Miguel slowly and steadily puts his pants on (disregarding his underwear) and you wrap yourself in a robe. Miguel goes to open the door of the bedroom but you quickly grab his hand to hold him back. Looking up at him with pleading eyes you try and urge him not to go out there, it’s dangerous he could get hurt. 

Without words, Miguel places his hand on your cheek and gives a soft kiss to your lips, a reassurance that everything will be okay. You hate how much it calms you at the moment but can’t help how you surrender to it. 

Miguel goes to open the door but it’s too late, the door flies open and you see a masked intruder dressed in all black. Screaming in terror you hide behind Miguel’s tall stature. To your surprise the intruder also screams when you are, jumping backwards they pin themselves to the wall. Wait? What kind of intruder jumps in surprise? As you shake in fear and confusion Miguel just stares daggers at the person. 

Before you know it the intruder is cussing and running towards the door but Miguel is not having it, he pursues the intruder in a quick sprint. It was honestly a pathetic sight, the intruder scrambling to unlock your front door while the monster of a man Miguel goes to grab him. 

After successfully slipping through the door the masked person starts running down your driveway. However, they were not quick enough, with an incredible force Miguel grabbed the masked person’s shoulder and slammed them to the ground in one swift motion. With the way he swiftly maneuvered it was like Miguel has done it thousands of times. 

Thoroughly pissed off Miguel lifts the now limp figure in the air. Now seeing the comparison between the two you see how the guy didn’t even stand a chance to Miguel, in fact, the figure now seems to be quite slender. Carefully you approach Miguel and the figure. 

 in an animalistic growl, Miguel finally speaks. “What are you doing breaking into y/ns house…” 

The figure lets out a whimper of “Who?” the continues in a pathetic plea,  

“Please sir don’t kill me,” Sir? What? That’s not how intruders sound. Miguel lifts the mask off the person's face to reveal a young man probably a freshman in high school looking like he’s about to pee himself. The young man turns to you with desperate eyes. 

“Ma’am, can you tell your husband to put me down?” Okay, not my husband but I’m not going to correct them. 

“Um, first you need to explain why you were breaking in before I call the police “ 

The kid lets out a whine  “Please don’t! it was just a stupid prank, I was supposed to scare Kenny Crain.” The kid's face flushes and starts to cry

Looking at them confused, you ask, “Kenny Crain?” 

The kid sadly nods and Miguel’s grip tightens, You continue “No Kenny Crain lives here?” Gesturing to your house. 

The kid's tears stop and he looks at you in shock “wait this isn't 945?”

You shake your head “This is 925” 

The kid stops crying and looks to a nearby bush “TYLER YOU FUCKING IDIOT! You scoped the wrong house!” 

A bush rustles before letting out a pathetic “sorry-“ 

Miguel drops the teenager from his grasp to the ground, he makes a sit-down motion with his hand and the teen eagerly obeys. 

With long strides, Miguel goes to the bush and plucks the other teenager out lifting him by the collar and placing him next to his friend. 

Watching as Miguel scolds the teenager you feel a smile creep across your face and that same tingly feeling in your stomach, Miguel O’Hara your hero. 

Walking over you grab Miguel’s arm causing him to fall silent from his reprimanding of the two teens. 

“Miguel, I think they learned their lesson.” You look at the two pathetic-looking teens and they nod urgently. 

Miguel stares at the two young men again, not over what they did “You two, go home and don’t ever do anything like this again. Or else….” 

With that the teens start scrambling and apologizing, running off into the late Halloween night. Your eyes fall to Miguel, his bare chest heaving as he watches the boys run off in irritation, he looks gorgeous. Miguel had come to protect you again, it’s only right you repay him. Sliding your arms around his waist you press soft kisses to his warm body. 

Tease muscles begin to relax with each passing kiss from your soft lips. Swiftly he turns around and looks down at you. You thought he looked fantastic during the day right now he looks damn ethereal. A soft kiss is pressed to your lips, it's caring and full of passion. 

Slipping his tongue past your lips you suddenly feel the night air grazing across your ass as Miguel lifts your robe before his warm hands come to grip you rear, making you whimper. 

Breaking the kiss in one fluid motion Miguel scoops you from your feet and carries you into your home. The kiss becomes hungrier with each passing moment, and before you know it you're crashing onto your sofa with Miguel over you caging you beneath his hard body. Moans escape your lips as he gropes your body, his hands quickly undo your robe, then quickly grab a hold of your breast to play with your sensitive buds, his tongue drags over them coating them in his saliva.  

Pulling away you look at him with blown-out eyes buckling your hips uncontrollably toward him, it's like your in heat. Chuckling softly he bites his lip and he starts to undo his pants, you're still shuddering with anticipation when his cock springs out. 

“You didn't want to go back to the bedroom?” you ask in a shaky breath, holding your hands out to him. Did you want to go back to the room, no you just want to tease him. 

Grabbing a hold of your hands he leans in placing kisses on your fingers and your knuckles before he pins them over your head. 

“I thought you wanted to finish your silly horror movie marathon,” he coos

Grabbing his length with the free hand he slaps it against your aching cunt causing you to jolt your hips up with a quick moan. Proud of himself for the reaction he gets from you he continues as he rubs his cock through your wet folds to gather your arousal, 

“figured we could multitask.”  

With that he slowly seathes himself into your wet heat, your moaning and clawing in back relishing in that fullness you're sure to get addicted to. Miguel can't help but throw his head back at how your pussy sucks him in tightening around him instantly and he's not even fully in yet. Miguel just keeps pumping his hard cock through your velvety tight walls, watching your brain get hazier with each thrust that kisses your cervix, keeping at this you're sure to forget to even breathe let alone watch a movie. 

The Tv seems like a faint buzz between the sounds of Miguel's thrusts and grunts married with your whimpering pants and squelching pussy. The TV catches your attention for a single moment -” Don’t go away, we are playing all Your horror favorites till the witching hour!” 

Miguel grabs your chin and brushes his thumb across your wet lips, a mischievous smirk on his lips makes your sex tighten on him, “Looks like we’re in for a long night baby.”

can i request for a miguel with an s/o who's having major baby fever for a daughter? you can make it smutty or fluffy!!

cw: breeding kink, light light choking, size kink

an: im sorry i literally went INSANE over this bc i know my man has a big big breeding kink!!! i made it realllly smut-heavy, hope thats ok with you! <3

wc: 1.2k

“Daddy! Mommy!” Gabriella exclaimed, her face lighting with pure joy. She quickly sprints to Miguel, backpack swinging wildly. Without a moment’s hesitation, Miguel drops to his knee next to you and eagerly awaits his daughter’s embrace.

With arms outstretched, Miguel effortlessly catches Gabriella in mid-air and holds her tightly against his chest. A warm smile spreads across your face at the heartwarming scene, your husband’s large hands enfolded around your daughter.

As Gabriella buries her face into Miguel’s strong shoulder and he grins. “missed you, mija. How was your day at school?”

Gabriella pulls away and turns to hold your hand before shyly, begins to rattle on about her day; all the new friends she made, her soccer games at recess, and a particularly impressive drawing she made with water color. “Thats amazing, honey,” you exclaim, and Miguel nods in agreement.

As you walk back to the car, you feel a strong surge of love in your chest as you watch the way Miguel interacts with Gabi so affectionately. The way he listens attentively to every word she says, and how she runs into his arms with a goofy grin spread on her lips. It was attractive to say the least, and it got you thinking…

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“Miggy, I want another one.”

Miguel raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and curiosity dancing across his face. He sets down his book to turn his attention to you fully. It was late at night, and the two of you were cuddling together on the couch after Gabriella was put to sleep.

“another baby, huh?”

“yeah, a cute baby girl. Just.. the way you handle Gabi is so…” Your voice trails off, unable to find the right words. he wraps his strong arm around you, smiling with playful satisfaction at your response and you, blushing shyly, bury your face into his chest.

“Please, Miggy,”

You whisper, and suddenly you feel his rough touch under your chin, gently tilting your head up to meet your eyes with his hazel ones, dim with a new desire.

“of course, nena. you want me to give you another baby girl? huh?”

you nod softly, shivering when you feel his other hand snake up your thigh, stopping on your inner thigh and gently messaging the flesh with his thumb.

“let me help you then,” he murmurs softly, drawing close to you, his lips meeting yours in a tender touch. With a gentle glide, his calloused hand caresses your chin, cradling your cheek, as he pulls you closer. As your lips meet his, you reciprocate without any hesitation, indulging in an affectionate, delicate kiss.

this tenderness didn’t last long though, the gentleness quickly transforming feverish and greedy, moans vibrating from both your chests and your bodies suddenly burning. When you both pull away, you feel his fingers slip under the straps of your tanktop and slide them off your shoulders. “Get this off,” he demands breathlessly, and you comply , stripping for him hastily.

you breathe, splayed out in front of your lover, face flushed as miguel sits up in between your legs with his intense gaze burning your skin as they trace your figure.

“you’re beautiful,” he breathes, and you whimper at his words, clit throbbing at the thought of being bred full and bearing another daughter to the man you love.

Miguel is quick to follow suit, pulling his tight shirt over his head to reveal the tan skin and solid muscle underneath. You bite your lip, eyes lidded as you watch him finish stripping. Miguel hastily takes off his sweatpants and boxers and lets his hard, leaking cock spring free from its confines.

He presses his hand against the plush of your inner thigh and spreads your legs, using his other hand to pump his cock with languid strokes.

You mewl feeling him drag the tip of his fat cock in between your folds, mushing it and teasing it against your clit sending pleasure coursing througch your body and making you throw your head back with a whimper.

he leans down and kisses you slowly, biting down on your lip gently. “feels good?” he asks breathlessly, and you nod, moaning at the feeling of his angry red tip against your swollen clit.

feverishly, he runs his length over your slick folds, grunting as you rocked your hips to meet his touch. After a few intense minutes, with desperate teasing and soft moans slipping from your glossy lips, you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your orgasm building rapidly. suddenly, he pulls away, making you to whimper at the sudden loss of friction. But before you can protest, he silences you with a brief kiss.

“‘M gonna put it in, okay?” he murmurs hotly, lining up the tip of his cock against your hole before gently pressing the aching tip inside.

Your mouth hangs into an ‘o’ shape, eyes pinched shut as he slowly sinks his cock into your core. You squirm and whimper as you tread the line between pain and pleasure, walls fluttering as his hips press against the back of your thighs. the feeling of being filled fully by miguel sends you into a daze everytime, and he’s so deep inside you can almost feel him in your throat

“g-god, you’re so big,” you whimper, face flushed as your body adjusts to his huge size. Miguel sucks in air between his gritted teeth sharply as your tight walls clamp down on him, engulfing him in your warmth and sucking him in. While he gives you a second to adjust, he slides his hands under the backs of your thighs and pushes your knees to your chest for a less extreme breeding press.

“gonna fuck my cum into you hermosa and knock you up with another baby,” He growls breathlessly, “You’d like that, yeah?” You eagerly nod your head in agreement, tummy flipping with butterflies at his dirty talk before he teasingly pulls out his length almost completely, only to thrust it entirely back in with a force that makes an unintentional moan escape you lips, and your eyes roll back.

His thrusts eventually build a strong rhythm, his hips slamming into you so heavy and mean, hitting the spots inside you that made you see stars. The only sound echoing in the small room was your loud moans mixed with his breathy grunts, along with the loud squelching sound of your slick as his cock drags in and out of your sloppy cunt. “god baby, you’re fucking me so, so good,” you moan, voice shaky, and he slides his hand up your body to rest a hand around your throat. “Yeah? you like it when im rough with you?” he chuckles dryly.

You suck in a sharp breath as he releases your throat and pulls your knees even closer to your chest in a full mating press, letting them rest over his shoulders as if he’s trying to get his cock inside you impossibly deeper. you cry out and desperately claw at the couch, feeling helpless as the new position sends electrifying shocks coursing through your body. pleasure cascades over you and overwhelms your senses, causing your legs to tremble uncontrollably.

Miguel loved seeing you like this, mind gone and pussy stretching to take cock that was too big for you to handle. God, you looked irresistible, fucked dumb under his touch.

“‘M gonna cum Mig, please, please, cum inside me, please!” you beg, tears beginning to well in your eyes. miguel notices and groans at the sight, his thrusts beginning to quicken even more. “shh, baby, you don’t wanna wake up Gabi, do you?” he coos breathlessly, causing a flutter in your chest, and you suppress a gasp. Moving closer, he gently places his forehead against yours, igniting an intense warmth that engulfs both of you. “dont worry nena, I’m gonna fuck my cum right into your pretty little pussy and give you that daughter you wanted m’kay? don’t cry,” he whispers, and it only takes a few more hard thrusts before the coil in your stomach finally snaps.

your eyes squeeze shut and you let out open-mouthed silent moans, your voice lost to the amount of pleasure you’re in as you gush around him. Miguel follows suit soon after, his heavy groans and growls filling the room as he presses his pelvis against your ass and breeds your cunt full of his hot, sticky cum.

Miguel doesn’t bother to pull out yet, the room falling into an abrupt silence, with only the sound of heavy, labored breathing breaking the stillness.

“Hope you’re ready, because I’m not done with you yet.”

Based off my observations I think Miguel just hates fanfiction

This is his coping mechanism.

Ok one more, Miguel O’Hare

10 spidey engineers vs one (1) bug, who wins?

Miguel O'Hara and Aaron Davis

Alright so what I just wanna know is: How did this "ship" happen? I mean, idk if its really a ship because you cant really find that many stuff with these two in it, but I have read some fanfics with Miles and Miguel having a uncle/nephew or dad/son relationship. And in some of these stories i read that Miguel and Aaron is in a relationship. I'm not judging! I'm just curious about how it all started.

Some days ago I read a fanfic (I tried looking for it but i cant find it, but it was pretty good actually) about Miles, where he instead of getting spawned to earth-42 he got teleported to another dimension where Miguel and Aaron was married and they had a Miles Morales who was their nephew, but he died, and that Miguel from that dimension was very upset about it and tried to move on and some other stuff. And while reading it I got curious about how people started seeing those two as a couple. I hope I can get an explanation, but I also wanna ask: If those two actually met, what type of relationship do you think they would have?

Crackship

Characters: Miguel o hara and Aaron Davis

(this was made as a joke by the way)

Okay so people remember when Miguel tells Miles that his dad need to die to fulfill his canon event? What if it was his uncle instead? (Aaron is alive in this one and he knows that Miles is spiderman)

Okay so hear me out. Miles has already gotten through the talk with Miguel that his uncle has to die because all spidermen goes through it and blah blah blah. And of course Miles can't accept it so he gets an idea. He tells Miguel to go back with him to his dimension so he can show him why his uncle can't die. Miguel sighs and agrees, because he wanna see what Miles is gonna do to change his mind.

They go to earth-1610 and they go to Aarons place where he was just chilling and watching tv. When Aaron sees them he gets confused, on why his nephew had invited a stranger who was build like a brick wall to his home. Miles go over to Aaron and whispers something in his ear. Miguel does not hear what it is and gets confused when Aaron walks up to him and puts his hand on his shoulder.

Miguel: What are you do-

Aaron: Hey~

Miguel:...

Aaron:

Miguel: I need to go.

Miguel leaves the apartment and goes back to his own dimension. He just sits in his office and is thinking to himself: I need to protect this man at all costs.

Miguel has a gen z style sense of humor and is low-key freaking everyone out.

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Miguel watching a potato chip spinning: *hysterically laughing*

Miles: He's been watching that for 20 minutes now.

Gwen: Should we call a doctor????

Hobie: I think mate has finally lost it.

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*arguing about whether you should put milk or cereal first*

Gwen: IT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL TO PUT MILK FIRST IN MY UNIVERSE!!

Miles: WELL YOUR UNIVERSE IS WRONG!

Miguel: I use bleach. *Deadpan*

Walks away casually.

Gwen: ......

Miles: ......

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Miguel: Peter did you get me one of those turkey sandwiches from the cafeteria?

Peter: They were fresh out, sorry big guy.

Miguel: *sigh* This is my thirteen reason.

Peter: Your what?

Miguel: Lyla open window "do a flip" I'm killing myself.

Peter: WAIT MIG-!!!

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