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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! 🌾

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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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Might be an angst 🤨 idk just yet, I'm improving on the angst department

Since Miguel’s b-day is in a week, would y'all like a fic unrelated to kinktober? 😗

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PLS SEND JT TO ME BECAUSE I LOST IT, because what in the holy cunt is wrong w me bruh, i was reading it and forgot to reblog it 😿😿🤞🤞

I’m in love w the nerdy miguel and popular reader sm, boutta cum frfr

I FUCKING LOVE BISTRO HUDDY AND I LOVE THIS????? OMFG OMFG OMFG

‘𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤’ 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 | 🩷

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: A day in the life of a restaurant waiter with crappy customers. But there's always someone who makes you smile. (with their sweet treats and charms.)

Trigger Warnings ⚠️: misogynistic comments (not by Miguel but by someone else), fluffy ass shit, two idiots in love, mutual pinning.

Word Count: +2.4k

Author’s Note: yes. (there might be a spin-off part of this as I wanted to add more, but I don't have the time right now. miles and gwen are college students in this one-shot btw.)

Part Two → ‘sweetest’ treatment

Dedicated to my little tortellinis (my moots). I love you guys; you are the best 💌

“I think I have a crush on someone, and I don't know if it's because he's hot or because I work with him.” The strawberry blonde with pink tips in her hair looked away from her phone screen and back to you, pausing her texting motions. “What? Who tell me?” She prays, soon leaning against the host stand. “Tell me right now, please!” She begs.

“Oh god, it's not Gabriel, is it? It's Gabriel, right?” She gasped, soon leaning over to you. “No, it's not Gabriel.”

Shouting from the kitchen in the restaurant carried its way over to the front of the host stand, causing you and Gwen, the strawberry blonde, to look at the commotion.

“Ay coño, Parker! I said to put the sauce on the SIDE!” You looked towards the individual’s yells from the kitchen and felt your cheeks dust an unwanted blush.

“No… Miguel?” Gwen gasped, nearly laughing. “Stop it! It's not funny. It's so embarrassing.” You mumbled before you adjusted yourself against the host stand.

“Look, I get it if it was a line cook. They always compliment waitresses. But Miguel?” Gwen snickered. “Now that's a different type of breed.” You glared at the blonde once again and covered your face with a nearby menu pamphlet after doing so.

“You cannot tell anyone. No one must ever know. And don't even think about telling Miles.” You demanded before a couple of customers came into the restaurant.

/

“We have a strawberry tart ready for table two!” An older male shouted, soon sliding the plate over to the executive chef. “Perfect! This reservation is the last stretch tonight.” Miguel announced in the kitchen. The short-lived celebration ended for Miguel when you stormed into the kitchen, soaked in tomato soup, and entered the freezer, closing the heavy door behind you. Gwen trailed behind, entering the kitchen a few seconds after you ‘locked’ yourself in the freezer.

“Woah, what happened?” Peter asked, soon picking up on the situation. Gwen looked over to the older man and leaned against the kitchen counter. “It's these customers. They blew up on her after the husband didn't like how you cooked the ribeye steak and how the wife wanted bacon in her grilled cheese sandwich, but the husband didn't want her to have bacon.”

Miguel sighed and rubbed his hand against his face. “And did they ask for a refund?” Miguel questioned Gwen, having to look down at her due to their height difference. “No, he wanted another ribeye steak and to keep the original order as well…” Gwen stopped as soon as she saw the angered man before her.

“A freeloader is what he is. And yelling at my staff?! Oh, hell no!” Peter rushed to the peeved-off executive chef and stopped him from passing through those kitchen doors. “No, no, no! We can't have you go out there!”

“Why not?”

“Because we don't need you almost to throw a chair at the next asshole! This restaurant isn't a Waffle House!” Peter argued before he left his place in the kitchen and made his way to the freezer. “As the Sous chef, don't do anything too reckless while I'm in the freezer…” Miguel only covered his mouth with his hand in frustration and sighed. “Alright, fine…”

Peter gave Miguel a curt nod before stepping into the chilly freezer, seeing the heaps of crates filled with fresh produce and veggies. While roaming the tight space, he found you crouched beside the onions and potatoes. “There you are, kid…”

“Come on out there…” You looked up from where you crouched in the freezer, feeling tears rolling down your cheeks. “Peter…” You sniffled as you looked at the older man.

“Hey, would you like to tell me what happened from your perspective?” His voice toned down into a mellow tone, which you rarely hear when he was the sous chef during rush hour. The man squats down in front of you, awaiting any response, even if it is a nod.

You reluctantly nodded before you took a deep breath. “This happened. So I helped an older couple…”

/

“Hello! I'll be your server tonight. Is there something I can get you to drink while you look at the menu—” You instantly got interrupted by the male customer who rudely coughed in your direction before he cleared his throat out loud and looked at you with annoyance? “Yeah, yeah, I'll take a coke, and my wife will have a water.”

“But I wanted a Dr. Pepper…”

“No, sweetie, you need water.” The man interfered, soon hissing in anger. You deeply took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, a water and a coke.” You handed the menus to them only for the man to snatch them away from you, causing a small yelp to escape from you, and felt a small cut against your finger.

“You better do a good job here. The last time I went here, you guys didn't do a good job with my steak.” You nodded in concern. “Oh, I'm sorry about that; well, I can assure you that our Michelin/Executive chef will satisfy your guy’s taste buds.” The man only rolled his eyes and sighed. “That's what the bartender told us last time, and it was shitty.” Taking a deep breath, you nodded and allowed them to open the menus. “I'll give you two a few minutes to look at those menus.”

/

“Hey!” The man whistled at you like a dog, soon beckoning you. The pen you had in the grasp at your hand was strong enough to break the plastic around the pen to break. Swallowing the little amount of pride you had left, you made your way back.

“Are you stupid?” The man exclaimed, almost loud enough for some remaining patrons to hear. “Excuse me?” You stammered.

“My wife said she didn't want bacon in her grilled cheese sandwich for her order!” The man huffed, allowing his voice to carry around the space. “It's okay, sweetie, I don't mind the bacon in my grilled cheese; it makes my tomato soup taste better—” The wife tells him in a soft, mellow tone, only to get the tomato soup taken away from her and to get the hot contents of the soup splashed onto you. The warm, thick soup landed all over your button-up and on your black dress pants, and some dripped down on the carpeted floor. “I'm sorry, sir, I only went by with what your wife wants and—”

“Are you stupid? You are incompetent! You are a silly young woman who can't even take a food order! All of you women can't remember shit! You gave my wife the wrong grilled cheese sandwich, and you gave me a ribeye steak with the wrong sauce! All of you women are the same, nothing but blubbering idiots! How hard is it to remember food orders?!”

You glanced over to the wife, who covered her face with her hands, embarrassed of what her husband yelled at you, a young woman in her mid-twenties. “I'll be back with your correct orders then.” You reach to grab the plates but only get a glare from the older man. “No, I'm keeping the ribeye steak. I want another one rare and not medium rare. Now get to it!”

/

“And then he mocked me for having soup dumped on me, knowing damn well that he was the one who did this…” You sniffled to Peter, who was digging around his pocket, and grabbed a handkerchief, wiping up the tiny botches of soup stains and tears off your cheeks while shushing you. “Hey, hey, hey. It's okay.” You only started to sob out loud, hearing the words of comfort from the sous chef. “No, no, it's okay…” Peter shushed you again, wiping your tears away.

It took time for you to step out of the freezer by getting a lot of persuasion from Peter and Gwen. After getting convinced of a free soup from Peter, you stepped out with lingering tears and quivering lips. Miguel saw the look of terror in your eyes while you sniffled. The way you looked helpless and scared was enough to snap the man.

“Parker, Stacy, I‘ll take it from here.” Miguel intervened, soon making his way over to you. You looked up at him, imagining that your makeup was most likely staining your cheeks while you reeked of tomato soup. The sous chef looked on with concern while Gwen returned to running tables. “Peter, it's fine. I'll take it from here. Take care of the orders for a bit.” The older man nodded and ran off to take care of the following order for the evening.

You find yourself in panic, heart racing, and breathing quickening. Suddenly, a calming voice interrupts your racing thoughts. "Shhh, it's okay. You're not out there. You're here with me. Take deep breaths." You look up to see a reassuring face and feel his calloused hands gently take yours.

You take a shaky inhale and feel your chest fill up with air before a small sob escapes from you. "Hey, hey, look at me," Miguel says, his voice soothing. "Breathe through your nose, and exhale through your lips, nice and easy." You follow his instructions and feel your body relax as the panic slowly subsides.

You felt your hands lightly squeeze his, trying your best to calm down. “There we go; I bet that feels better, huh?” You nod and get ready to explain the situation but only get stopped when Miguel grabs a freshly prepared strawberry tart from nearby and gives it to you. “This is what we're going to do. You will eat this and sit in the break room with Miles. Lyla will get some clean clothes, and Peter and I will deal with your table, okay?”

“But—”

“No buts. Go on, go to the break room. Peter will tell me what happened.”

/

While eating the sweet dessert, you heard a commotion, a commotion in the dining area of the restaurant, with Peter pleading with Miguel not to throw a punch at the misogynistic man. You continued to eat the sweet dessert while Miles was in the break room with you, eating his lunch. “I heard about what happened… and I'm so sorry for you.”

“Miles, let’s not talk about that man now.”

“Come on, it's obvious you like the guy, and he likes you, too. Look what he's doing for you.”

“That old man can suck a dick—” You paused and realized what Miles was talking about. It wasn't about the crabby customer, but rather, the executive chef who was about to roundhouse the old fuck on the face after throwing hot tomato soup on you.

Gwen told him... fuck.

"Gwen... god dammit!" You sighed, finally finishing the sweet dessert Miguel gave to you. "She told you?! When?"

"When you were taking an order from that couple, she told me..." You let out a huff of annoyance before you slumped in your seat, giving up on your little secrets. "...But honestly, do you think this is a stupid little crush?" You asked the young busboy. "Well," Miles trailed off, humming to himself while thinking until he stopped and looked at you. "When you think about Chef Miguel, I mean, Miguel, what comes to mind?"

I can't believe I'm getting advice from a young college student…

"I mean.." You felt a burning sensation dust on your cheeks before something came out. "He makes me feel safe."

"Woah..." Miles remarked, soon taking a bite out of his sandwich. "That's surprising. Usually, anyone is scared of Miguel. But he makes you feel safe; why do you suppose that is?"

"I don't know?!" You huffed. "Recently, he's been giving me free meals after an error on the order, like two days ago. He accidentally made a ribeye steak with extra sauce. Usually, he would keep it for himself to eat for his break. But recently, he's been giving me "messed up" food orders." Miles nodded and gestured for you to continue. "And he's been making trips to the hostess stand recently to check how many covers we have left."

"And you didn't come to think that maybe he likes you?" Miles sighed. All the signs were there. The acts of service by giving you free food? The quality time he's trying to squeeze in time with you whenever he comes by the hostess counter to "check the covers" they have left? The man was a green flag, perhaps a healthy green forest with no red, wild berry in sight.

"Nah, he probably doesn't like me." You shrugged before you adjusted your soup-covered button-up and saw Lyla enter the break room with a spare shirt.

"Likes you? Who?" She demands.

"Lyla, not now." You sighed. "Come on, tell me." She gives you her usual shit-eating grin, the same grin on her face whenever she hears gossip. "Lyla, not now, please." The short bartender nods before she leaves the clean shirt on the table. "You better text me about this later." She demands and runs out of the break room.

Silence returns to the break room, and you look at Miles. "I don't know, it seems like he's into you." Miles shrugged.

"But he isn't-"

You stopped as soon as the commotion from the dining area stopped, following a loud door slam. You glanced over and soon stepped out of the break room and into the now-empty dining area. The couple had already left, with Miguel placing his hands on the table and sighing. You inched closer to him and stopped only a few feet away.

"They're gone."

"I mean, it's pretty obvious." You peeped at him, staying in place where you stood. The quiet space in the dining area was so palpable that anyone could hear a pin drop if they chose to do so. "Hey, about that customer, thanks for dealing with him." Miguel only nodded in acknowledgment before he grabbed your little server book and turned to face you.

"They just wanted to let you know that they're very sorry for the inconvenience that they caused. The wife apologized by leaving this behind." He turned to face you and handed the black server book over to you.

You opened the server book, and the recipe fell out, along with three crisp fifty-dollar bills.

"Holy shit... This is the biggest tip I've seen in a while!" You exclaimed, nearly laughing in joy. "This is enough for my electricity bill!" You beamed before you clutched onto the server book and ran off into the break room.

While running off to Gwen and Miles about the generous tip you received from the wife, Miguel adjusted the wallet in his pocket. He would tip any amount to you to see you smile like that again...

Random Miguel O’Harra Headcanon. (NFSW MDNI)

He has you dangling off a tall building while holding you with his web. He teases your pussy by lifting you up to his face, planting a long wet kiss on your clit, and lift you back down( almost like him lifting weights). You tell him to stop and that your sorry for making him upset, but all he does is smile down at you. He even spits on your clit, watching it fall down right on your pussy 🐱

Cece has updated. I repeat, Cece has updated!!

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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Papa, You're Getting Old

Soccer Family! Miguel x Reader

Warning: Fluff, slight smut, suggestive towards the end, introspection, body perception and insecurities. Married couple rants and moments, no proofread.

Summary: Miguel finally notices his white hairs, comfort ensues.

A/N: Like Miguel, got a mini crisis when I spotted my first white hairs today 🫠. Then remembered mom had them around my age too so jsksk. Then remembered (x2) I had this one sitting forgotten in my files jsksk, been forgetting this AU lately :'). Help.

A/N 2: Nearly done with the moving. So we're back, I guess? jsksj.

Soccer Family Masterlist

Papa, you're getting old.

Gabi's words had unintentionally pierced through his skull, engraving with emphasis the old part in his brain after his girl found out the couple of white hairs peppering his wavy locks. He was getting older.

Fourty years of his life had gone by within the blink of an eye. When did time got itself some wheels to roll faster? Who gave it permission to do that? Yet Gabi's words lingered in his thoughts longer than they should.

He was getting old. And the silver strands popping here and there, discreetly in his gorgeous hair you loved sinking your hands into, were the irrefutable proof to understand time never stopped, not even a single second.

For the umpteenth time, he brushed his damp hair away to see if he discovered more of them, and to his bad luck, he did. Specially on the front and side bangs.

He scowled at his reflection and pursed his lips. His body still kept the musculature his younger self nurtured. He truly never believed people whenever they said that exercise kept you active and young looking.

And besides the greying hairs on his head and some on his chest, the fine lines turning a bit more prominent on his features, he looked almost the same.

The same man you had been sharing a good chunk of your life with. Almost sixteen years to be more exact if you counted those two dating years. And now he was growing old.

Miguel didn't want to admit it, but sometimes his age reminded him that his body wasn't the same anymore.

You'd often find him sleeping midway in the couch during movie nights, or his office, whenever work from home was done. Sometimes, his body would ache out of nowhere, but in truth it was mostly his bad posture due his size.

Other times, his grumpiness ran rampant through the day, leaving his coworkers to deal with it, cause he didn't have the heart to pollute his home with his bad vibes. A term  Gabriella kept including during the conversations at night to talk about her unlikeable classmates.

And now, he was glaring at his reflection for daring to do such thing as graying. Even the happy trail you loved to nuzzle had a couple of white hairs.

"You're winning that staring contest, mi amor."

Your little laugh, earned a brief chuckle from him as his shoulders slumped, and if almost sixteen years of knowing eachother had taught you something, was to perfect to a T the understanding of his body language.

You came closer and hugged him from behind, keeping his towel around his hips in place while spanking his plump ass in the process, earning another airy chuckle from him.

"Wanna tell me why, you're glaring harder at yourself this time?"

His arm wrapped gently around you and caressed your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. Yours and his reflection in the bathroom mirror staring right back.

"I'm... getting old, mi reina."

You blinked before looking up at him to have a proper view of what he meant.

"More like aging like a fine wine, Miguel."

"No. You don't understand. Look at this," he pointed at the pluck of white hairs peeking out from his roots, "I didn't have them a few months ago and now I've got a bunch of them. Everywhere!."

You smirked, "Everywhere?"

"Mi amor." He warned and you giggled, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Relax, they look gorgeous on you."

"Oh, do they now?"

With a sigh, you took his hands and gave him that look, he knew by heart as a 'really?'

"I've known you for... How long?" It was your turn to hold onto his narrow waist, holding him exactly the way his hands held yours at the beginning.

"Almost sixteen years." He mumbled, still glueing his eyes on the decaying version of himself.

You nodded and looked at the mirror. Together and close, like most of your pictures together. As always.

"Basically almost half of your life. I met you when I was twenty one, gave birth to our Gabibi by twenty three, enjoyed her for ten years, then we almost made Benjamin in the car."

He snorted and nodded, tittering silently at the sudden memory of the cops calling you out in the lookout spot.

"Almost." He mumbled and you nodded.

"Almost, yeah. But we made him! And look at him, being the smartest boy in his class."

Miguel nodded, fond of his boy's achievements.

"And now we have Rosie. Crawling and trying to walk up in every room we put her in."

"Remind me to baby proof the stairs."

You smiled and smacked his ass, "What I'm trying to get at, Papa. Is that, those white hairs in your head and body are only a beautiful proof that you've lived and loved the right way. Look at us."

You pulled him down for a peck, and cupped his cheeks, making him to look your way.

"You, Papa, mi amor, mi niño hermoso, are the best everything I've ever get to experience. And I'm honored to be the one that you're growing old with."

His eyes softened and his hands trapped yours to then kiss them.

"I'm having white hairs too! Like, the other day a kid called me señora to get me pass his ball. SEÑORA!"

His chuckle turned into a soft and genuine laugh.

"Like, the audacity!"

"You're my señora." He murmured in the side of your head, kissing it afterwards.

"Damn right I am." You nodded proudly," Like we're Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara for a reason."

His smile turned sweeter as he placed your hands around his neck and sat you before him in the sink, looking down on your eyes.

"Would you love me-"

"If you were a worm, yes. I would."

"Cállate" he laughed and cleared his throat, "I mean, you... You still want this?" He pointed at his graying hair and chest.

"That question is offensive in itself."

His eyes darted away, but your soft and gentle hands made his gaze to hold against yours again.

"I'd love you if you were bald, had extra pounds, all tattooed, piercings and stuff, a worm, hell, I'd love you the same if you were an alien."

His brow quirked, but snorted, genuinely amused at your rambling.

"I'd love you the same even if we're going through natural changes as growing old. And yes, I'd still fuck and make love to you all the same." Your hands rested on his hips.

"Oh really?"

"Obviously. That makes me worried though. You're entering a dangerous zone where women see you even more handsome. And I'm not one to be jealous, but all of this," You tapped his butt gently, "is mine."

He pecked your lips with a loving laugh. "I'm all yours. And you're pretty jealous."

"Well, yeah, I'm not sharing your dilfness with anyone. Not when I have these for myself." Your hands squeezed his firm butt and spanked it, he pursed his lips, trying his best to suppress a bashful smile.

"And I'm pretty sure in a future our caretakers would find us having sex in the most random of places in the hospice."

That pulled a merry laugh out of him to then kiss your lips.

"You're crazy."

"For you, always. But in all truth, they'll have to put me in quarantine, because I'm still jumping your bones. Even if I have to use a cane, or ask for assistance to the nurses."

"You'd be lucky if still works."

Your eyes rolled and your thighs pulled him closer to you, between your legs. His teeth bit softly his bottom lip as your hands roamed up his chest, eyes widening partially at the sudden bold move.

His soapy clean smell tickled your senses, after all, you had caught him post shower.

"Trust me, it works wonders."

He groaned when your hand slid between the folds of his towel, cupping him with a light squeeze.

"Yeah?" He half mumbled, half moaned into your lips with darkening eyes. Your touch ever delicious, and sparking the arousal only you managed to ignite in his body. Your scent remained forever etched into his brain, almost conditioning him into enter a needy mode whenever desire oozed from your pores.

You nodded with a needy 'hmm' while your hand stroked him, as if with every movement you'd jerk and caress away all those insecurities out of his mind and body.

"Definitely, mi amor."

His hips stuttered into your gentle grip, heaving a deep and shuddering breath hovering over your inviting lips, relieved and proud to see your eagerness to have him. Gray hairs and all.

The silver strands mattered little, specially when you were set into worshipping and honoring your vows.

"I think I'd love to test it's performance, just to make sure."

A crawl rolled down his spine upon your words. He loved when you talked in his language, it turned him on im such a way he didn't know it could make that part of his cortex tingle. But this moment, had him delivering sweet pecks and kisses down your neck, drunk in your softness and want for none else but him.

You still wanted him, flaws and all. He still made you a mess. And that made his cock to twitch.

"Shall we go to the testing area then, mi reina?"

His flushed and broad tip poked urgently between your clothed folds and inner thighs, hoping to slip in your scorching tightness and wreck you completely, like in his younger years.

However, as much as he wanted to take you right there, the privacy of your room offered him more space to bend and meld you at his whims. Without saying much, he threw you over his shoulder and rushed to your bedroom, thrilled for the upcoming long hours of exhaustive, mind splitting testing.

miguel x male y/n (I)

wc: warning: nsfw, viborater(how do you spell.) masterb*ute, LGBTQ, mxm. topic: miguel finds you m*sterbauting

you’ve been a intern(shit idk.) at the spiderverse for about 2 months, you found a safe space for yourself one day. as you went on more missions you start to fall for miguel, the big chonky guy that everyone talks about. you coincidentally find yourself a viborater and started to masterbaute to miguel’s photo in your safe spot.

until that one day…

you were in your safe spot, cough, doing sth. when you forgot you had a meeting with miguel.

“lyla, find y/n.” miguel said rubbing his forehead. “yeaahh okk” lyla replied. filing her nails. “now. lyla.” lyla nodded and went away. “i’m so sorry to keep you guys waiting… my intern is never like this…” miguel said scratching his head. lyla then came back, “uhh… i might have find him buutt…” lyla said looking tramitized. “give me his coordinates. i’m finding him.” lyla shook her head, “but he says he’s uhh.. coming!(LITERALLY 💀)” “i. dont. care. send me his coordinates NOW.” he shouts, his fangs showing. lyla nodded and sighed, “sorry y/n…” lyla then sent your coordinates. “there…” miguel excused himself and went to that excat coordinates.

“where is that ?!” he shouted, you heard miguel screams and started to clean up, “oh shit…” miguel saw your mask, “found you.” he ran over there, “y/n-“ he saw your viborater on the floor and his picture on your phone, while you at the far end, was changing. he chuckled, “ohh…” he said leaning on the wall, you then went to get your mask when you see miguel leaning. “uh- sir- im so sorry!” you bowed down.

miguel smiled, and held your chin, “care to explain?”

Thirst (VampMiguel x GenNeutral Reader Oneshot)

Word count: 407

warning: some dark themes, obsessive and possessive behavior (from reader), masochism if you squint.

des: AU Vampire Miguel and his partner who's thirstier than him, basically lol.

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Carefully, he placed a hand to my waist and pulled me closer, using his other hand to trail alongside my neck. He comes closer, his warm breath tickling my skin before I feel the piercing of his fangs, taking from me what I let him. I gripped the sides of his arms not out of pain, but from want. A want for more. 

This innate and insatiable want--to be the object he desires and holds most precious to him...and yet, as he drank from me, he was so soft and gentle...I felt how much he cared enough to ensure I'd feel alright without having to ask... 

So much so that I felt guilty for feeling that way. That I want to be his...purely in the sense that--when I breathe him and he eventually has to part from me, that I would want to see him again so that there's reason in living...Or in the way that he's forever on my mind and i in his... 

When he loves me so tenderly, I want to be beat with it...I want to feel the strongest sensations of his love and affection, and bear the pain he'd give with it. I want to crumble under the weight of them both, and be held down and bound to him that way.

He cradles me so lovingly, so carefully, that it leaves much to be desired. Though I know he does it to keep it painless and safe, I want to suffocate in that feeling of him...but I wouldn't dare say it, these are...dark thoughts. 

"Miguel..." I breathed out, calling to him in the dark of night while he lay laxed next to me. 

"Yes?" He ran his fingers through my hair, eyes of devotion peering into my lusting ones...I knew it. 

"Nothing, my love...I just wanted to hear your voice.." I lied and smiled sweetly at him. Him being none the wiser grinned at me, returning to his sleeping state, his arms anchoring and tormenting me once more. 

Yet another night where I can't look him in the eye and tell him how much I yearned to be craved by him...not when he looks at me so purely…

Everytime i feel him biting into me, I feel the lines between madness and love blurring more and more…and each time, my sanity trickles bit by bit.

–At least, his thirst is quenchable.

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A/n: A little oneshot of Miguel O'Hara that I cooked up one delirious 2 AM morning. I've been only posting Cyno, so I wanted to stir the pot a little, a dash of variety, get some spaeice in there 🥴🤌

I'll update my other things soon, toodaloo~

-Kapi <3

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Kinktober day 7/8: Size difference + breeding: Miguel O’Hara x reader

Warnings/tags: afab reader, no pronouns but usage of “wife” once. Kinda short, mentions of pregnancy, breeding, size differences, fucking his cum back into you

Honestly, are we really surprised? Of course I used Miguel for these prompts, who else would I use?

Miguel couldn’t help but adore the way you looked beneath him. So tiny, so much smaller than him. So vulnerable, so helpless, so pitiful as you were stretched out on his cock.

The way he could fill you up with cum till you looked stuffed and thoroughly bred, until your belly bulged out and you looked half-pregnant already. He couldn’t help but admire the sight infront of him- one that belonged to solely him… only to thrust right back into you, smirking as you cried in overstimulation, greedily fucking his own cum deeper into you.

No matter how much you squirmed and whined, you both knew Miguel wouldn’t be stopping till he was sure his seed had taken inside of you… and there was nothing you could do to escape, not with the absolute raw physical difference between you two.

The way he towered over you like no one else. How a single one of his hands could easily pin both your wrists above your head, leaving his other hand free to touch and explore.

Really, you should just accept your fate as Miguel’s. Forever.

Miguel’s…. what though? His wife? His bitch? His pregnant little toy?

Simple answer: Yes.

A/n: kinda unhappy that this is so short… I have a sinus infection though. I may add to this once I’m feeling better. Also, it’s kinda funny that I wrote this right after making my previous post.

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

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.”

Saving You Again | one-shot

Miguel O’Hara X M!Reader

Summary: You’re a scientist who’s always in the wrong situation at the wrong time. Lucky your neighborhood (grumpy) spider-man is here to save the day.

Nueva York, 2099.

The towering skyscrapers and neon lights painted a vibrant picture of the future, but inside the sleek halls of Alchemax, things were as chaotic as ever.

“Not again,” Miguel muttered to himself as alarms blared through the building. He raced down the corridors, already knowing who was responsible.

You.

As he reached the lab, he found you surrounded by an enormous pile of ash and smoke, frantically trying to shut down an overloading machine.

“Move!” Miguel barked, shoving you aside with surprising gentleness before his hands flew over the controls, quickly stabilizing the system.

You looked up at him with a sheepish grin. “Thanks, Spider-man! Luckily you are bigger nerd than me.”

Miguel sighed, giving you a glare. “That’s not what matters.”

Despite his stern words, there was a softness in his eyes. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to save you from one of your own experiments. In fact, it had become a regular occurrence.

A bit too regular.

“Seriously, [Name],” Miguel continued, his tone exasperated yet affectionate. You got in trouble enough times Spider-man knew your name! (Or maybe it was on your name tag.)

“One of these days, you’re going to blow up the entire lab.”

You laughed, scratching the back of your head. “But then you wouldn’t have anything to do.”

Miguel rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Let’s just move you to a safer position.”

As he escorted you out of the lab, you slapped his shoulder with enthusiasm. Despite his gruff exterior, Spider-man always seemed to be there for you, protecting you from your own recklessness.

“Yo, Spidey! Next time we meet if you save me again we should go out to eat.”

The masked man stared at you, shook his head, and pinched the bridge of his nose. You thought that meant no but his reply was a tiny whisper.

“Sure.”

.—🕷️—.

The second time it happened, you were in the middle of recalibrating a plasma conduit. One wrong move sent the entire system into overdrive, and the containment field started to fail.

“Ahh! Fucking run guys!” you screamed, dodging a burst of energy.

The other scientists on your lab team dashed out of the room, exiting the building. You turned to leave but then spotted your manga comic you had been reading and didn’t finish.

You’re not wasting a good ten bucks of illustration and hot men!

A blast of power was hit in your direction but something grabbed your waist pulling backwards. You watched your manga obliterate right in front of your eyes.

Damn.

Spider-man appeared almost instantly, his enhanced reflexes allowing him to shut down the conduit before it could explode. He turned to you, a mix of frustration and relief in his eyes.

At least, you thought so. He kinda had a masked on.

“Seriously?” he huffed, his tone tired, like he just wanted to flop down on the couch on Young Sheldon or something. “How do you keep getting into these situations?”

You cracked a nervous smile. “Luck? I mean I’m a scientist, c’mon!”

He sighed, shaking his head. “You need to be more careful.”

This dude seemed to sigh a lot around you.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “Wanna grab an early dinner now?”

Miguel hesitated, his mask concealing his expression but not the uncertainty in his body language. After a brief pause, he nodded. “Alright, fine..but understand that you don’t need to repay me. This is my job.”

Your eyes lit up, and you couldn’t help but grin. “I know a great place that sells empanadas just a few blocks from here. And hey, can’t I just take you somewhere and call it a date?”

Spider-man chuckled softly, the sound muffled by his mask. (But you sure it was a laugh.) “Yes, I suppose? Let’s get the carne ones though.”

The fact that you were walking next to a superhero, it felt like a fever dream. You chatted about trivial things, from your favorite manga series to the latest advancements in tech.

(Not sure, if it’s allowed to be leaked but since it’s Spider-Man it’s okay.)

When you finally reached the restaurant. Spider-Man removed his mask just enough to eat, revealing a sharp jawline and striking features. It was a rare sight, one that made you appreciate the man behind the Spider-man persona even more.

Woah. Was that fangs? ᡣ𐭩

Hot.

“Wow, you look…ho— cool!” you spoke, giving him a feral grin.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”

As you both dug into your food, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Despite his gruff exterior, Miguel had a dry sense of humor that you found endearing. He told you stories of his past escapades, and you shared some of your own, albeit less heroic, adventures.

Like the time you ate cookies that had marijuana by accident and thought you were going to die.

After finishing your meal, the two of you walked back towards Alchemax, the city lights reflecting off the sleek surfaces of the buildings. There was a comfortable silence between you, a mutual understanding that didn’t require words.

“Thanks for dinner,” Miguel said, his tone softer than usual. “And seriously, try to stay out of trouble.”

You nodded, giving him a playful salute. “Yes, sir. No more exploding labs.” A small grin forming on your lips. “No promises though.”

He gave you a lingering look, as if trying to gauge your sincerity, before finally nodding.

“Take care.”

fucking rcd!miguel in the back of his car after he won a race

“Oh—fuck..”

Miguel grunted as he continued pounding into you deeply from behind. His eyes staring down at your ass, the small-spaced car covering the sounds of squelching and skin-slapping. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head with each thrust, your fingers digging into the center console where you were forced to lay on as your best friend fucks you roughly in the back of his car.

This is how the night usually ended after Miguel won a car race. It all started during a sleepover at your house when you suggested the idea, giving him motivation to actually put more effort in the competitions. So after these races, the car would be parked by a cliff nearby the city while the two of you fuck round after round—not stopping even when you were on the verge of passing out.

“You like that, nena? Tell me.” His lips curving into a smirk, both of his hands gripping on your hips tightly. You squirmed, feeling his hard cock still thrusting into your tight, spongy walls.

“Y-Yes..I love it so much, Miggy!” you moaned breathlessly, the cute noises you were letting out were only bringing Miguel more pleasure.

“Fuck, I love when you call me that..”

You responded with a sweet smile before feeling him suddenly hit that sweet spot of yours, your face contorting with pleasure once again. “Please, Miggy! I want you to cum inside me!” you beg without hesitation, your knuckles turning white as your hands move to grip the center console instead. “Fuckfuckfuck!”

Your chants only encourages Miguel to set a relentless pace, driving his cock into you so roughly to the point the tip kisses your cervix. Pornographic moans leaving your sweet lips as Miguel reaches over to grab a handful of your hair to pull you back, forcing your back to arch even more, enough for your breasts to press down on the leather material of the console, never losing his pace, greedily driving himself deeper and deeper.

“You drive me crazy..never wanna leave this sweet pussy..” Miguel darkly chuckles, just as you were about to give out, feeling yourself wanting to stop, you felt yourself reach a climax that had you seeing white spots in your vision, moving your back closer to your best friend’s chest. Your face completely stained with tears and drool while shuddering as your legs shake— Miguel felt you continue to clench around his cock.

“Oh Miguel!” you mewled, Miguel watches a white ring of your sweetness cover his cock and it leaves the man almost falling apart on top of you. He groaned into your neck with a final thrust as he sank deep inside you, his cum filling you up as you moaned at the hot sensation.

As your best friend continues emptying himself inside your cunt, both of your chests heaving heavily with a thin layer of sweat on your bodies. You were completely fucked out, not one thought in your pretty little head while you stayed still.

Suddenly Miguel’s phone began going off, as if it knew when to start ringing. He seemed to forget to shut it off before he impatiently jumped your bones. He gave your butt a harsh slap, laughing when you responded with a loud whimper before he reached to his race car jacket to grab his phone from the pocket.

“Damnit!” Miguel rolled his eyes, looking at his phone screen and it read, ‘Dana.’ His girlfriend. As much as he didn’t want to answer, he still clicked the green button. As soon as he held his phone to his ear, he slid his now soft cock out of your pussy.

“Aw! Come back, Miggy!”

“Give me a sec, nena. It’s Dana.” Miguel murmured, hearing you continue to protest for him to stick his cock back in but instead he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, slowly rubbing tight circles on your clit as he waited for Dana say whatever the hell she wanted to talk about at 1am. “Hey— Dana..right now isn’t a good time.”

“Yeah you must’ve been sleeping! But..I just missed you.” Dana replied affectionately through the other line. She seemed eager at the fact Miguel picked up.

Though he didn’t match his girlfriend’s enthusiasm, his focus remained on you. Resting himself on your back, using his tongue to finally explore your drooling mouth while listening to Dana talk endlessly about her day, how much she misses Miguel, and how she wished she could have attended the race to see him win.

Your knees still prompted on the car floor, slowly aching from how long you stayed in that uncomfortable position as you press your thighs tightly, trying to relief the loss of your best friend’s cock. You swore you could fall asleep from the boring conversation Dana was basically having a conversation with herself. You never liked her, she was obnoxious and passed herself around way too much. But the feeling was mutual between the two of you, she never liked how you and Miguel are so close..Dana has suspected most of the time that you were both hanging out— you were sucking his cock at the back of his car.

Miguel mindlessly nodded at whatever Dana said, humming against your lips until he pulled away and watch you lay your head, pouting your lips. “Mhm..mhm..yeah?” Miguel shrugged, not paying attention at all. He was watching the mixture of your juices and his cum oozing out of your pussy, the scene was absolutely breathtaking, literally. He couldn’t breathe right as he watched your fluids drip down your thighs and onto the carpet, staining it but Miguel didn’t care.

Though you were sensitive and exhausted, you pathetically whined loudly— surely Dana had catch that. “Hey Dana, I’m kinda busy right now. Let me call you back in 20 minutes?” Miguel interrupted his girlfriend during mid-conversation. His eyes trained on your leaking hole, watching as more of his cum spill out of you, the feeling making your body shudder once more.

“Actually let me call you back in the morning, yeah?”

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SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME!!! IVE BEEN CONTEMPLATING ON POSTING THIS FOR 5 DAYS NOW. PLEASE PLEASE IM SORRY ITS BAD I JUST LOVE MIGUEL😭

riding nerdy!miguel for the first time

“god! you’re so pathetic!”

your lips curved into a devilish smirk as you continued rubbing your cunt on miguel’s cock—which was already gushing out cum. you guys had barely started and already the loser underneath you was writhing in pleasure.

slick slick slick

“p-please..that feels so good!” miguel gasp out, as you responded with a giggle. grabbing his jaw with one hand, you planted a sloppy kiss on his lips to shut him up—not wanting to hear him cry any longer. honestly, you shouldn’t even be giving him this treatment but you’re just oh so nice and decided to finally let him fuck you since he did your semester project which was worth 70% of your final grade.

the look on his face when you told him instead of sucking his cock, you were gonna fuck him until he couldn’t even remember how to fucking walk was priceless! once he tried thanking you, you cut him off with a scoff and walked away.

while you continued to tease and edge him by rubbing your wet entrance down his length, causing miguel to moan loudly. he had no idea where to place his hands, leaving them to rest on the top of mattress before clawing at your sheets—which immediately pissed you off, making you pull away from his lips and slapping him across the face before moving his hands to rest on your hips for him.

hovering over him, you were resting on your knees to prompt yourself just above his tip. you noticed how his chest was heaving heavily in anticipation as embarrassment and desperation painted all over his nerdy face. "please-" as he was about to beg, you cut him off by fully sinking yourself on his thick length, as much as you didn’t want to admit at the moment—he was stretching you out more than any guy you ever fucked before.

"you feel so good.." miguel gasped, with his eyes closed shut. his hands slowly moving from their place on your hips to grip your ass, placing his large hands firmly on your asscheeks as if he was urging you to start moving but you remained sitting on his lap. not giving in the pleasure of his cock making you feel full—honestly, you felt like you could cum from just this alone. but you really needed to adjust to his monstrous size before you could start to move.

slowly you finally start to set an agonizing pace. unraveling your arms from crossing underneath your bare breasts, your hands planted on his firm chest and started grinding against his hips. miguel practically slammed his head back on your pillow once you actually start to bounce on his cock, whimpering pathetically at the feeling of being inside you for the first time.

“o-oh..fuck—just like that..!”

it’s so hot to hear him curse.

“yeah? baby, you gonna come for mommy again? b-breed my fucking pussy—ohhh fuck! ruin my pussy!”

it’s also so hot to see him wither in pleasure beneath you, seeing his large and muscular body shake as he can’t help but whimper about how good it is. you couldn’t help but just smirk considering you’re the reason he gets like this everytime you touch him.

the head of his cock was hitting up against that sweet spot of yours in a way that drew loud, breathy moans from your mouth almost too quickly. were you actually getting addicted to this loser’s cock? you only just sat on it less than 5 minutes. but it wasn’t just you who was practically drunk off the blissful feeling, miguel was also enjoying the feeling of your tight, leaking cunt. his large hands still firmly planted on your cheeks as he tried guiding your movements from below before you took charge once again, fastening your pace even more.

the sound of your gasps, the slapping of skin, and miguel’s pathetic whimpers filled the small space that you called a dorm around you. “ah! god..m-mommy, i’m c-close..!” miguel’s mind was hazy with pleasure as he was almost going limp. he had been fantasizing of this moment for weeks, fucking into his hand every night—thinking the warmth of his rough and calloused palm was the warmth of your pussy.

before he could go fully limp, you took his hands from your asscheeks, and guided them up your towards your breasts, moving them to squeeze them hard enough that you mewled in pain. "cum for mommy, baby. cum all over inside me until you fucking cry!” you moaned loudly, bringing one of your hands down to your little nub to rub as your whole body to began to shake. “oh miguel!”

you continued to moan the name of the nerd over and over again while you kept fucking yourself on his thick cock. shutting your eyes tightly once you felt an unfamiliar but delicious knot in your stomach starting to erupt. you began to squirt, all over his torso and lap—practically spraying his whole body and your sheets with your fluids while cries of pleasure released from your parted lips as your orgasm completely took over your body. this was the first orgasm that had you not thinking nor breathing correctly, your vision was even lacking which was absolutely odd to you considering the fact that nobody was able to make you squirt before, not even those men that you call an ex could..

due to exhaustion, you fell forward onto his bare chest, with your breasts pressing firmly against his as you tried to catch your breath. while you were trying to recover, miguel had completely came undone inside you. emptying all of his warm cum in your cunt as you stayed on top of him, painting your walls just like what you wanted. the feeling of him filling your womb had you drooling on top of him, god—you loved it..you wanted more..you wanted this nerd to keep breeding you with his cock until his balls were empty.

“th-thank you, mistress-“

you hummed. “please shut up.”

both of you still stayed in this position even after some time. miguel was just about to fall asleep, he was almost knocked out cold from the intense sex that he had with you but before he could, he felt you press your glossy lips into his, the messy kiss that was filled with drool and just screamed with wanting more. you still kept yourself on top of him before giving him a smirk which made him gulped, already having a bad feeling about this..

“we’re not stopping until you fucking soak my sheets with your cum.”

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@nymphomatique pookie this one for you..

btw guys tysm for 500 followers hehe!! i’m gonna be uploading more rcd!miguel really soon sorry for the delay my loves <3

OMG the part with the coffee??? actually shoot me that was so adorable. love love love

okay that gif was not the one i wanted but it’s staying now

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

6. I can't remember what this was called. It didn't save 😒.

Part 1 - the intern

Part 2 - the sleeves

Warnings: brief description of sex (p in v).

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Her intern ran over to her table and hopped into the seat across from her, her eyes wide with terror. X flashed her a questioning look over her laptop.

“Miguel asked to see me in his office,” Reena revealed, prompting X’s expression to rearrange into one of amusement.

“Yeah,” she replied obviously. “You need to have your final debriefing or whatever, right?”

“Oh! Yeah, right,” she replied, calming down a little. Then she started panicking again. “But what if he tells me I did a horrible job?!”

X snickered and closed her laptop so she could give Reena her full attention.

“You’ve done good!” she reassured her calmly. “I think you’ve improved so much since you first joined. Do you feel like you’ve learned a lot?”

“Yeah! Definitely!” Reena agreed quickly, her apprehension melting into delight. “I feel so much more confident in the lab than when I first started.”

X grinned as she opened her laptop again. “That’s great! What time are you meeting Miguel?”

“In …” Reena checked the time on her phone and her eyes widened in horror again. “Oh my god! Five minutes! See you later! Bye!” She rushed off to Miguel’s office and X chuckled before getting back to her work.

X snapped her laptop shut and strolled over to the pantry, deciding that it was time for a coffee break. She grabbed a glass and scooped a few spoonfuls of sugar into it before placing it under the coffee machine. She folded her arms across her chest as she waited for the machine to pour out the caffeinated liquid, then startled when she felt a hand slide across her lower back.

He felt his chest warm when he saw the smile already stretched across her lips as she turned around to face him. X fluttered her eyelashes up at him playfully and Miguel bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning down at her.

“Yes, boss?” she asked, purposefully drawing out the word in the way she knew drove him crazy. Her stomach gave a flip as the familiar citrus smell of him wrapped around her senses and her eyes flickered around the hall to make sure no one was paying any special attention to them. But it was Miguel, of course people were paying attention to him. Miguel followed her gaze and glanced at the groups of interns whispering and giggling to each other as they watched the interaction between him and his little RA. He rolled his eyes and took a step back from her, putting a more appropriate amount of distance between them.

“I asked your intern about you; about how you’ve been as a mentor,” he revealed, the corners of his lips twitching in anticipation of her reaction. X’s eyes widened in excitement and Miguel pressed his lips together to stop himself from smiling. Mierda, she was cute.

“And?” she pushed when he didn’t continue. Miguel shrugged, keeping a disinterested expression on his face.

“I can’t share that information with you, arañita: it’s confidential.” X’s brows furrowed in irritation at his vague response.

“But then how am I supposed to know how to improve?” she pointed out, her lips twisting down at the corners as she looked up at him. Miguel shook his head, refusing to give in to her.

“I guess you’re just going to have to ask her yourself,” he suggested. X huffed and turned back around to her coffee.

“Ugh, you’re such a bully sometimes,” she chided him, knowing she wouldn’t be getting any answers out of him anytime soon. Miguel grinned and followed behind her as she moved her glass to the table and began mixing the contents with a spoon.

“That’s no way to talk to your boss,” he teased her, his warm breath tickling her neck as he leaned over her. X clenched her muscles to stop herself from shivering at the low, smooth sound of his voice. Miguel chuckled at her refusal to respond, then took a step away from her. “See you later, arañita.”

“We’ll see about that,” X scoffed, keeping her voice low so he wouldn’t be able to hear. But he managed to pick up on her words just as he was turning to leave. Miguel paused and swivelled back around to face her, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the table beside her.

“What was that?”

X swallowed hard at the challenging look on his face and the way the muscles in his arms shifted beneath his shirt as he crossed them. He was so frustratingly hot, it made it almost impossible for her to focus on her thoughts sometimes. “I said I’ll see you later, Dr O’Hara?”

Miguel grinned at the sudden softness in her demeanour - he’d definitely be teaching her a lesson tonight. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Her boss pinched her side and X wrinkled her nose at him in annoyance. Then she picked up her coffee and returned to her desk.

“Did Miguel ask you about me?!” X hissed as she slid into the seat across from her intern. “Like, how I’ve been as a mentor? Have I done okay?”

Reena raised an eyebrow at the nervous look on X's face. “What? Yeah! You’ve been great! I think you were just really nervous in the beginning, that’s all.”

“Oh, thank god,” X sighed in relief. She’d always been pretty insecure in herself, but she’d started gaining a lot of confidence since she and Miguel had begun their relationship. Of course it helped that her boyfriend was super hot and had chosen her out of everyone. But aside from the compliments and little touches he’d always shower upon her, it was the way he looked at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice that made her heart flutter more than anything: dilated pupils, heavy eyelids, lips turned up ever so gently at the corners. He looked … grateful. Like it was a blessing to be able to spend time with her everyday.

“Why?” Reena asked, amused by X’s exaggerated displays of emotion - she could be so funny without even meaning to. “What did he say?” X frowned.

“He wouldn’t tell me. He told me that he asked you and then when I asked him what you said, he was all like,” she dropped her voice lower in an attempt to imitate him, “‘I can’t tell you that information, it’s classified.’”

X folded her arms across her chest and scoffed at the memory of their interaction. “He’s so mean sometimes.”

Reena grinned at the annoyed look on X’s face. “You guys are so cute together.”

“What?” X’s eyes widened at the declaration and her cheeks heated up with discomfort: she couldn’t possibly know about their relationship! Could she? No, she would have said something otherwise. X shook her head quickly, refuting the statement. “No we’re not! So, anyway, are you all done in lab?”

Thankfully, Reena took the bait and turned her attention to the list of experiments she’d compiled on her laptop. X released the breath she’d been holding and forced herself to focus on her intern’s words.

Miguel held onto the bed frame with one hand as he arched X’s back with the other.

“Ay, p*tas, mi angelita (Ah, f*ck, my little angel),” he groaned as he rocked his hips against hers. X whimpered and moaned as he slid his cock in and out of her, his large bulk filling her up entirely. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she reached her climax and he groaned again at the feeling of her p*ssy clenching around his dick. His body tensed as he approached his edge as well, then he relaxed his muscles as he came inside of her, his c*m spilling into her uterus and painting her walls white. Miguel sighed and lowered himself on top of her when he was done, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Sientes muy bien, mi arañita. (You feel so good, my little spider.)”

“Mmm, not as good as you,” X moaned, scrunching the soft strands of his hair between her fingers. Miguel chuckled and nipped at her earlobe before rolling over to lie beside her. X turned to face him, her expression suspiciously innocent as she began tracing the outlines of his chest with her finger. “So? What did she say?”

“Hmm?” Miguel turned to face his adorable little girlfriend, shooting her a confused look despite knowing exactly who she was talking about. “What did who say?” X huffed in irritation and Miguel felt his lips curl at the ends in response.

“Reena!” she exclaimed, pushing herself up to her elbow so she could glare down at him. Miguel ran his fingers down her back, stroking her soft skin gently.

“Oh. That,” he sighed, tugging her back to him. X settled in his arms again and Miguel dragged his fingernails along her spine. “She said you were terrible. Always bullying her and telling her that everything she did was wrong.”

“What the heck?!” X screeched in outrage, shooting up to a seat. She looked so pretty with her rosy lips twisted into a frown like that. “No way! She said I was good! I just needed to be more confident in myself!”

Miguel raised an eyebrow and smirked at her, his hand moving to caress her thigh. “So you asked her?”

“Of course I asked her!” X replied, lowering herself back down and snuggling against his chest. “It’s not like you were going to tell me anyway.”

Miguel grinned and tilted her face up to his so he could begin pressing soft kisses to her lips. “I thought you didn’t want to bring your work home, querida?”

X slid her hand up and down his chest as she kissed him back, relishing the feeling of his hard muscles beneath her palm. “I brought you home, didn’t I, boss?”

He groaned at that, then pulled her tight against him, cuddling her like she was a little toy. “Are you going to miss Reena?”

“Yeah,” X agreed softly, suddenly realising how tired she was now that the adrenaline had subsided. “But I'll get a new intern soon, right? Is it a guy? I hope he's cute!”

She buried her face in his chest to hide her grin at his scoff.

“Why would you care about that?!” Miguel inquired, his tone incredulous. He was cute when he was jealous. “And anyway, no, she’s not a guy.”

“Why do you keep hiring female interns, querido?” X asked, tilting her head back to give him a suspicious look. “Is there something I should be worried about?”

He tried to hold his frown as she looked up at him with narrowed eyes. But then she grinned and he felt his own lips curling at the ends in response.

“No,” he reassured her, ruffling her hair affectionately. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin against his. “And anyway, they're students. Besides being too young and immature, that would really be crossing a line.”

She kept silent as she considered his words and he was just about to get up to start cleaning her up when she finally responded.

“I'm not that old,” she sniffed, pretending to be more offended than she really was. Miguel smiled and squeezed her against him before untangling himself from her.

“You're just right, arañita,” he told her as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He looked back at her over his shoulder and licked his lips at the sight of her curves laid bare before him. “Just mine.”

Tags: @heubstr @julia4today

i need this so bad 🙏

The Surrogate: Part IV

Miguel O'Hara X Peter B. Parker X GN!Reader (+18) Part one Part Two Part three Series Content: Planned pregnancy, Breeding kink, PinV sex, Oral sex, Threesome, Web knotting, Aftercare, Possible Angst/fluff.

Miguel and Peter want a third child, and apparently they've run out of options. That is, except for you, their friend and colleague. They offer to cover everything, and the pay is life-changing. There's just one catch: they went to concieve naturally.

- One month later-

‘Breakfast! Come on, wakey wakey!

You darted your head towards the door of your bedroom as Peter’s voice drifted through. Was everyone awake already?

You were standing half naked in your own little guest room, one you were very well acquainted with at this point. Your clothes filled the wardrobes and spilled out over the edge of the bathroom hamper, and the bed had your signature messy look to it. Your items were all over the bedside table, the bathroom smelled like your favorite body wash, and you could find your way to bed now even with the light fully off.

You also had been here long enough to know that call, and to know what the morning routine was.

You hurried to pull on some comfortable, lounging clothes before pushing your door open to join the rest of the household.

Peter was in the kitchen behind a smoky stove, busy cooking away for once. You were used to Miguel being the chef around here, at least for the girls. Neither of the boys were very accomplished cooks but they desperately wanted you to believe otherwise.

You could also see two little heads bouncing up and down beside him, heads which immediately homed in on you as you entered.

‘Y/N!’ May squealed, her little socks skidding on the floor as she hurried around the counter.

‘Good morning, ladies’ you said, gently holding out your hands as the girls rushed towards you. You’d gotten used to the way May would squeal and rush to latch onto your leg, and the way Gabriella would politely take your hand and jump up and down as she tried to tell you about her day.

This morning was no exception. The girls both cried for you from the kitchen where they were huddled around Peter, tugging on his trousers as he tried to finish loading up five plates worth of pancakes.

You could see he was sweating over the pan but he had the most infectious, patient smile on his face regardless, dressing in his loose shirt and pants with a tight pink apron around his waist.

As you approached Peter beamed and made a slight ‘oh’ face. ‘Oh, good morning! Hey, watch this’ he called, and without missing a beat he tossed a pancake nearly a meter into the air before catching it again.

‘Come on, am I getting good or am I getting good?’ Peter crowed. He relished in your polite, slightly amused clap and the girl's squeals of excitement.

‘You’re going to make a mess, that’s what you’re doing.’

Miguel’s gruff, smooth voice filled the kitchen as he entered from his and Peter’s bedroom. He was still in his pajamas a common sight for you now, with his hair messy and unkempt and a slight stubble on his jaw. It was a weekend, and he’d just returned from a long and vicious mission, so you understood his desire to relax a little. You knew Peter tried to enforce rest where he could.

‘My love- I made EVERYONE’S plates without spilling a single one!’ Peter protested. He pouted up a storm but still melted when Miguel came up to kiss his temple.

‘Mhm. You got very statistically lucky’ Miguel purred back. ‘Now I’d like you to stop being that luck runs out.’

‘Papa!’

Miguel paused his teasing to scoop up May and Gabriella in both arms, kissing them both on the cheek before carrying them over to the dining table.

‘Yes, good morning mi amors’ he said with a yawn, his face also endlessly patient as the girls patted at his worn, rough face. He even chuckled as May tried to trickle him, showing no response to her patting at his thick neck.

‘Alright, come on, behave. What will our guest think?’ Miguel added as he put the girls down in their chairs. May groaned.

‘They’re not a GUEST anymore! They’ve been here FOREVER!’ she whined.

‘A month isn’t forever’ Miguel said gently, ‘and even if it was forever, would that mean you can still be so rude in front of them?’

‘YEAH! It does! They’re like you and daddy, they have to put up with us’ May insisted.

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle on the sidelines. The girls were so damn charming, it was so hard not to love them. Just like their dads.

‘Alright! Sit, sit down, come on! Chop, chop!’

Peter’s impatient yelling and clapping drove you to rush to your seat, and as you did you got a chance to say good morning to Miguel. He bumped against you as you moved past him to your seat, and you got to watch as his eyes softened and creased. They roamed from your face, to your chest, right down to your belly, and there they lingered before rolling back up.

You felt your heart skip as he smiled.

‘Mi compinche’ he whispered. You snorted at the little nickname he’d given you over the past month, which was mostly a stand-in since they couldn’t really think of what else to call you. ‘Good morning’ he added.

‘Good morning, Migs’ you replied, only to be shoved into your seat by a huffing Peter.

‘Sit DOWN! No respect in this place!’ he groaned while also shoving Miguel into his seat. The man could have overpowered him all too easily but he sank down just to appease his sulking lover.

‘I know, I know. I’m awful to you’ Miguel chuckled as he checked the news on a holographic tablet. Peter snorted and put on a pout.

‘You are! Anyway- good morning you lovely little thing, look at you.’ The moment Peter turned to you his attitude changed, turning into another dorky smile as he laid down the first few plates.

‘Good morning again, Peter’ you replied with a similar chuckle.

You ate breakfast with the family in relative peace. Miguel was quite quiet, busy checking the news and the Spider Society’s daily going-on's while Peter chatted to May about her dreams and to Gabriella about her upcoming soccer game.

Miguel would interject to take notice every so often, still clearly concerned about the girls, but you knew enough now to know he showed affection in a more subdued manner to Peter. You could tell he looked contented though. Surprisingly contented…

‘Alright! Come on, Gabi’s got practise, let's go!’

You were jolted from your daydreaming by Peter’s cry, as the man pushed back his chair and hurried to get the dishes in the sink before herding the girls away.

Ah, right. They’ve got soccer practice, you thought. I’ll be home alone today.

The girls rushed off to get dressed, and while you got up to do the same, you were stopped.

You felt a thick, firm hand on your wrist, which then gently moved down to your fingers as if the person realized they were being a little too aggressive. You turned already knowing who it was.

‘Hey, hermosa/o’ Miguel said, his voice low and sweet. You smiled up at him.

‘Hey! What’s up? Is it—’

Before you could finish speaking you felt him slip something into your open hand, forcing you to grasp it. It felt like… a little cardboard box?

You rolled it around in your hand, your face growing more and more confused. It was long and thin, you could feel the soft raised brail points on its edge…

‘It- what is this?’ you whispered after a few moments of confused pause.

Miguel met your gaze with glimmering, bright red eyes. They were overflowing with excitement.

‘Pregnancy test’ he whispered, like it was the most inane thing in the world. Your heart skipped a beat, and you had to stop yourself from instinctively touching your belly.

‘You- wait, already?’ you whispered back.

Miguel’s eyes narrowed as he licked his fang, offering just a soft, almost amused grunt of confidence. ‘Mm, compinche, I already told you. The first time will have done it. You were ovulating then, it should have been enough time to show up. So, go on.’

You found your chest growing oddly tight. Already? You were already expected to be pregnant?

Miguel seemed to sense your insecurity, as his own brows went up, but before he could ask if you were okay, you smiled back and nodded.

‘Okay! Sure, no problem. I’ll um- I’ll check it this afternoon, whenever I need to pee, I guess. And- we’ll see’ you replied, quickly soothing his worries.

Miguel beamed down at you, and god it almost hurt. He looked so proud of you.

‘Mil gracias, mi compinche’ he purred back.

…

You stared down at the little test your hands, sitting alone in the en-suite to your temporary room in Miguel’s apartment. It was isolated here, and you’d hoped it would be quiet, but you could still hear May and Gabi playing in the living room just a few doors away.

One line. Just one line on the thin blue test in your grip. You let out a slight sigh of disappointment.

It had only been a month, that’s what you kept telling yourself, as your mind swirled.

It’d only been a month. Why, then, did it bother you so much?

You’d waited until the afternoon to take the test, as you’d somehow been too nervous to pee. You’d drunk nearly three gallons of water beforehand but only now had it worked, and only when the whole family happened to be home again after soccer practice.

You’d hoped to have time to prepare. Either to mentally prepare for this outcome or to prepare a surprise for the positive lines.

But now…

You crept out of the bathroom and peered into the living room. You could see Miguel and Peter were trying to teach May how to use her new web shooter to knock little plush toys off of the coffee table, while Gabi was mischievously throwing items in her way to distract her as she tried to web those instead.

You heard them laughing, and cheering.

Your stomach turned. Oh god. Were you about to ruin the good mood?

You slowly, shyly, closed the door, right as Miguel glanced at it.

You couldn’t stand to face them yet.

You lost track of time pacing in the bedroom, going back and forth over the fine wood flooring until it squeaked. How did you tell them? It wasn’t a big deal, right? It was normal, this was normal, but they’d made it seem like you SHOULD be pregnant right now.

Oh god, what if they were disappointed? What if they hated you? What if they thought you weren’t good enough for this?

You hated feeling this way about your friends, but you’d gotten so comfortable here, so happy, so content, and now… You remembered that you were here for a job. A serious job. And, it already felt like you’d failed…

‘Compinche?’

You jumped in place, your spine chilling at that familiar voice. You spun in place and found both Peter and Miguel in the doorway.

‘Heeyy, pretty thing, just- can we, come in?’ Peter said softly, his eyes as desperate as a puppy.

Your heart sank. You couldn’t exactly tell them no…

‘Ah- sorry, yeah, come in’ you murmured. The boys took the opportunity right away, swiftly shifting the door at their backs as they crossed the room towards you.

Miguel looked ecstatic but impatient. He seemed surprised you hadn’t told them the moment you came out of the bathroom, confused as to why you weren’t screaming and jumping for joy about his new baby.

Oh god, why, why, why…

‘Look, hey, we have to get ready for dinner, but… We wanted to ask first…’

Miguel approached with his hands outstretched, the softest smile spreading across his face as he implored you. Peter was beaming at his back.

‘It’s okay, the girls can find out later’ he added gently when you refused to say a word. Your heart sank. God, it hurt so bad. He was expecting it already, like he was so sure it’d worked. He assumed you must just be shy about these things.

You couldn’t get the words out. It was too hard. You paused, and then slowly you shook your head. You held up the little test to show the single line instead.

The way Miguel’s face changed was agony. The way his lips jittered, like he was forcing them to stay up. The way his body tensed and lowered. The way his shoulders just… deflated.

He was fixed on that line like it was his worst enemy, like it was a person who’d personally spat in his face. He paused and went silent for just a moment as he wiped a hand down his face, and God, the sigh he let out was like a knife to the chest.

‘Okay’ he whispered.

You pursed your lips into a thin line as you tried to stay calm. Why was this so hard? Why was he taking this so badly? It was just the first time. Still, you couldn’t say it out loud. ‘I… I’m sorry—’

To your surprise he then suddenly pulled you into an embrace, squeezing you tight to his huge chest. You felt so minuscule against his enormous form, tightly clutched in his giant biceps, feeling his pectorals heave as his heart thundered against your cheek.

His heart thundering… His breath a little ragged…

Oh god, he wasn’t mad. He was upset. But, was he upset with you?

‘It’s okay’ he murmured, his chin resting now on the top of your head. ‘It’s okay. It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll- try again, we’ll try again. We’ve got time.’

You could only nod awkwardly. This felt almost unfair. Almost nobody just got pregnant within a month of trying, it wasn’t this unusual. While Miguel’s confidence was fun and, in a way, sexy, the real pressure now mounting on you felt incredibly unnecessary.

But then he said something that really made you pause.

‘I can do this.’

I can do this. Not ‘you’ can do this, referring to you, or even ‘we’. I can do this.

He didn’t act mad, at least not towards you. Was he, angry at himself?

‘Hey, hey, it’s okay.’

Peter was the one who then rushed in and squeezed you so tight your ribs hurt, offering Miguel the same. Miguel was silent as he hugged him back.

‘It’s fine! It’s the first month, these things happen. It might even, just uh- show up next week, actually. Maybe it’s a little early. But either way, it’s normal. It’s fine. Nobody did anything wrong, YOU did nothing wrong mi amor, and neither did you pretty thing’ Peter said, softly tutting sympathetically as he saw the pain in your eyes.

Miguel remained silent.

‘We’ll try again tonight’ he repeated with a gruff tone, lightly rolling his shoulders as he forced that stoic, calm expression to fill his face. Peter’s smile faltered a little.

‘Is that, okay with you?’

As he turned to you, you nodded desperately. ‘Yeah! Of course, it—’

‘It is REALLY okay with you?’ Miguel said, his voice suddenly sounding oddly vulnerable and concerned. ‘I don’t- Ah, I’m sorry’ he said through gritted teeth, wiping a hand down his face. ‘I don’t- I know I’m, putting pressure on you, it’s not my intention. I’m sorry. I am. Just… are you really okay to try again tonight?’

You paused only for a moment in the face of his big, soft, puppy eyes, before nodding.

‘Yeah- yeah! Yeah. I am. I’m fine to go again. We’ll start again, I’ll- track my periods, I’ll take the injections, it- it’ll be fine.’

Peter’s sympathetic face turned into a grateful mess as his lip quivered, and Miguel too had his brows turn up with a look of what could only be pride.

‘… Thank you, compinche’ Miguel murmured. He put a hand on your head, ruffling your hair before pulling back with a melancholic huff. ‘Thank you.’

The two men left you as the girls started screaming for their attention. You watched Peter put a silent hand on Miguel’s back, as if propping him up when he barely had the strength to do so, before the two stepped out as if nothing had happened.

You remained, alone, in your room. This was going to be a long night. 

…

That evening you waited for Miguel and Peter to visit, and sure enough they appeared the moment the girls were asleep.

Miguel came in already half naked in just his pajama pants, while Peter was wearing his full loungewear. The two looked a lot less hopeful than they did the first night you’d been in this situation.

You gulped, trying not to show how nervous you were.

‘Peter, mi amor.’

Miguel addressed Peter first before you, his eyes glancing to his partner as you sat alone on the mattress. Peter glanced at you then at him.

‘Yes?’

‘Mm… We’ll, both do it, right?’ he said softly, a fang flashing beneath his lip as he licked his teeth. Peter nodded quickly. ‘Yes, if- they want that.’

‘Ah… guys?’

You couldn’t stop yourself from speaking up as they glanced at each other, but when they looked down at you in unison you felt the lump in your throat grow.

You were a mess of arousal and nerves, far worse than the last night. The sight of those huge men, powerful and relying on you, with those soft brown eyes and dark red eyes both peering at you like meat in the dim light, you felt your body stiffen.

‘Sorry, I—’

‘No, no don’t apologize.’ Miguel raised his hand and gently cut you off. He looked strained over something, but when he spoke to you, he was as gentle as ever. ‘You’re fine. It’s okay, just- We were saying, I wanted Peter to help with the, uh, foreplay first before getting into it, since…’

Miguel paused and glanced at Peter again, who gently nodded for him to continue. ‘He’s… agreed, I will be the only one having sex, with you, tonight’ Miguel said after a small pause, his voice dripping as it slipped from his lips.

You blinked in surprise at that. It’d just be Miguel tonight? Even after the bad news with the baby? Surely they’d both want to be taking turns even more now.

‘I… Oh, sure, no that’s- fine, that’s fine’ you murmured.

‘It’s not because I don’t want to’ Peter said, offering an awkward tease in the face of the weird tension filling the bedroom. ‘Trust me, I uh- would love to, but, papi here requested it.’

You glanced up at Miguel and saw that same look in his eye you’d seen before, that dark, red, glowering glare that seemed both so overly confident and so insecure at the same time. It was a look of desperation, a look of need. You felt his eyes on you like a drowning man swimming towards a pocket of air.

What had gotten into him?

You breathed in deeply and slowly nodded.

‘Yeah, of course. That’s fine. That’s, fine. I’m fine with that’ you reply slowly.

Miguel gave a curt nod, a contended, affectionate nod, and without another word, he crawled onto the bed.

As Miguel descended on you, he stank of hormones. He had a dark expression, one clouded with testosterone and primal need, and it was like that need was seeping through his pores, coating his rough, scarred skin in a light sheen of pure virility.

When he flexed his veins popped on his forearms, his biceps tight and round. He didn’t even need to speak for you to back down, cowering on your chest as he put his nose to your neck. He breathed in deep, and you shivered.

‘Mm… Okay, we’ll do your favorite, si?’ Miguel purred against your nape. You nodded.

‘Yeah, y-yeah—AH!’

You squeaked as Miguel lifted your hips without even moving his face or body. He spread your legs by slipping his muscled arm between your thighs and lifting you by the cunt, raising your hips about a foot from the mattress, allowing Peter to slide down beneath your pussy.

‘Good’ Miguel purred against your neck again. ‘Good, good.’

‘That’s it, pretty little thing, come down gently now. Don’t you worry about suffocating me either, if you do it’d be an honor’ Peter said as he carefully took over maneuvering your hips from Miguel. The larger man released your soft, wet vulva from his grip with a soft grunt, and Peter took the weight with both his hands.

He breathed on you a few times, teasing just a little as he blew hot air against your swollen clit, but he could only hold off for so long.

With a low moan, he dropped your pussy onto his face.

‘A-AH! Ahh, f-fuck’ you whimpered.

Peter moaned as he began swirling his tongue, eagerly sucking and slathering your clit with all the love he could muster, while Miguel moved his hand back down and carefully shifted it through the folds until he found your entrance.

He didn’t waste time on ceremony. He slipped one finger in, pumped, dragging the soft side of his finger right down your g-spot, then withdrew and replaced it with two fingers.

You screamed. You could do nothing else. The walls were thankfully very soundproofed, so it wasn’t an issue, but even if it had been you weren’t sure you’d have had the strength to stop.

‘OH- O-OH MY, GOD, FUCK!’

Between Miguel’s thick, calloused fingers pumping in and out and Peter eagerly making out with your clit in the messiest way possible, you melted into absolute putty in their hands.

Miguel grinned. You felt it against your neck, his lips pulling back and his sharp teeth bumping your nape as he breathed. His breath was hot, potent, desperate.

He began to move his fingers harder. With each pump you got a little looser, a little wetter, and soon his fingers were squelching as they moved in and out.

‘Good, come on. That’s it, baby’ Miguel whispered against your ear. He was commanding you like a horse, like an animal to be trained, and it did something to you. ‘Go on, that’s it. Loosen up. It’ll make it easier.’

‘U-Uh, f-fucckkk, fuck—’

Your eyes rolled as Miguel pulled back a little and pulsated his fingers at about halfway, keeping the tips on your g-spot. Peter, sensing the movement, quickly moved to suck on your clit at exactly the right time.

With a dull, frantic cry you orgasmed for the both of them, your body shaking with the strain of every muscle slowly tightening and then releasing with that heavy wave of pleasure. Peter dragged your hips down until you were crushing him, cutting off all his air just so he could get his tongue right up into your cunt, tasting every inch of that orgasm as it quivered to a stop.

Miguel let his fingers stay just long enough to feel it, to help squish some of those precious juices down for Peter to taste, before abruptly pulling out.

Your body was limply rolled off of Peter’s face and onto the bed, still on your front, and after supplying a few soft, soothing pets and gruff praise Miguel moved to whisper at Peter.

‘I’m going now. Okay?’ he hissed.

Peter was barely lucid. His eyes were glazed over, his lips and face red and wet, and his cock was hard and throbbing in his loose pants to the point he had to half-heartedly adjust them, pawing at his own erection with a soft whine.

‘O-Okay, ah… I- can I—’

‘Yes, mi amor, you can watch and satisfy yourself. Or, you can wait for me to be done and—’

‘No. No, lemme- watch’ Peter whined, a dreamy smile spreading over his face. ‘Uh… I should take some pictures of this sometime…’

Miguel grunted, not even really focused on him anymore. All he could sense was you, all he could smell was you. His breedable friend, his baby machine, the foundation of all his pride.

He crawled over and pulled your hips up into doggy before mounting from behind.

‘Now… I’m going to fuck you’ Miguel said, his voice slow and thick. ‘You understand?’

‘Y-Yes’ you whimpered.

‘You want me to fuck you?’

‘Y-Yes…’

‘I’m going to fuck you multiple times. I will ejaculate into you, multiple times. I will not let you lose any of it. You understand this?’

‘Y-Yess…’

‘It’s going to be rough’ he groaned, pressing the tip of his erect cock right against your sodden entrance. ‘Very rough.’

‘Yes…’

‘I will stop. But if you can take it—’

‘I can… take it, please, just… uh… do it’ you moaned.

Miguel sneered with pleasure. His pride bristled, and without wasting another second he spread your cunt with his fingers and shoved his cock inside.

You were winded by the force, and winded a second time by his refusal to start slow. The moment his erection slid up and kissed your cervix he was pumping like mad, grunting like an animal as he thrust his hips back and forth.

You were forced to moan into the sheets as you struggled to maintain any control. He was slipping himself all the way out, so far that only his bulbous member was left to stretch your entrance, before slipping back in within barely a second, stretching you out over and over.

You felt the soft walls stretching, expanding, tensing, and quivering in response to his intrusion, as he made your body his, as he molded you for his purpose.

And he made that purpose clear.

‘Need to… cum… Mmm… need to, fill you… put my baby in here…’

Miguel’s barely coherent grunts filled your ears as he bent your spine and slapped his pelvis into your rear, making the skin hot and raw where he hit it.

‘My… baby…. Mine… m-mine… you’re…. mine…!’

His grunting got wilder, rougher, and between that and your own moaning there was a third voice filling the bedroom. You glanced over, and through the sweaty strands of hair covering your eyes, you saw him.

Peter was watching, as promised, lazily spread out as he stroked and fisted his own cock. It was a gorgeous side, with his pajama pants just down to his thighs and his hand eagerly massaging his member.

And his eyes were fixed on you.

You felt the heat rising in your belly from this, as you were held down and pumped by that enormous, grunting, red-eyed man while his partner watched and stroked himself.

You made eye contact with Peter just for a moment, as he watched your sweaty face taking his partner's load, and with a shuddered groan he came.

You watched his eyes roll back and his lips part as he ejaculated into his own palm. God, what a pretty sight. There was so much of it, thick and slick and glossy in the dim light, coating his fingers and belly. It made you involuntarily clench your cunt around Miguel.

‘Y-You, AH-!’

You squeaked as Miguel groaned, his thrusts getting harder as he also climaxed. You felt his claws digging into your hips as he humped that first load in as deep as he could, ensuring it filled every damn inch of your pussy, smothering the walls until they were practically stuck together.

As he rocked to a halt you took a moment to breathe. There. That was good, he’d done it. And he—

‘Uh- come on!’

You squeaked in shock as Miguel began to rock his hips again, barely a second after he was done ejaculating. He continued to pump just as hard, pushing you face-first into the mattress as sweat flew from his brow.

‘Come on…. Come on…’

It was like a mantra he hissed to himself, as he overrode his brain's desire to rest. There was no rest. There was only breeding. There was only you, and that womb, that he NEEDED to fill.

‘Come on- come on- come on-‘

Your soft cries were barely audible over the creaking of the bed, over the aggressive slap of his pelvis as it thrust and smacked into your rear until it went numb.

‘COME ON- UHN—’

You felt Miguel’s whole body stiffen and release as he pumped that second load in. The hot, thick fluid seeped out and put even more pressure on your insides, forcing those soft muscular walls to strain. You squirmed a little.

‘M-Mmm, mm…’

No, no, you could take it. You could take it.

Miguel paused to grunt, his face now dripping with sweat and his thighs trembling from the pleasure of two ejaculations so close together, but even then he refused to stop.

You could only respond with a squeak as Miguel started pumping you all over again, violently rocking his hips as he pushed through the overstimulation and went for loads three.

‘AH! A-Ah—’

You tugged on the sheets so hard they nearly ripped as he thrust from behind, the smack of his hips letting out a dull, heavy thump that ripped through the room. He was groaning so hard, spitting and hissing involuntarily, his claws digging into your hips as he dragged you back against his cock.

‘Uh- uh- uh- uh- UH- UH- UH- !”

Thrust, after thrust, after mind-numbing thrust, until—

‘ARGH! F-FUCK!’

Miguel cried out weakly as he orgasmed for the third time in a row. He moved primally as he did so, his body bucking despite his exhaustion as he tried to pump it deep. You could only whimper.

You felt this load just like the others, in all of its terrifying potency. That thick, wet, hot seed spilling out and coating you from the inside, pressed right to your cervix with no escape. He was holding you against his pelvis and refusing to pull out, almost like some kind of basic form of knotting.

‘Hey, hey, big guy.’

As Miguel knelt over you, sweating and heaving, his chest dripping and slick, Peter crept up and gently gripped his shoulders. 

‘Hey, it’s okay. Take a breather’ he whispered.

‘Need, to… need to, prove…’

Miguel continued slowly rocking his hips, pushing past the overstimulation until his muscles were tensed and aching. He kept moving inside you, squishing until his cum started to slip out, which only drove him more mad.

He moved his hand down and used it to squish the little white drops back inside, all with his fat shaft still impaling you in place. You whimpered at the sudden extra intrusion.

‘Need to… Impregnate.. God, damn it..’

‘Miggy, hey…’ Peter continued stroking Miguel’s forehead as he continued rocking back and forth, pushing you until you whined. The pressure was immense. His cock, three loads

‘Give them a break, then.’

That seemed to snap Miguel out of his trance. He glanced down with those hazy red eyes and he saw you spread out beneath him, trembling from the strain of being taken so many times so fast. He saw the sweat on your skin, the shimmering glow on your skin, and the wetness of your parted lips.

Almost immediately he released his grip.

‘I… Mierda, I’m so sorry—’

‘No, I’m… f-fine…’ you whimpered. ‘I’m, not hurt…’

‘No, but, you are clearly exhausted’ Peter cooed softly. ‘It’s okay. If we really want to try again, we can, just… let’s rest.’

‘But—’

‘I know’ Peter whispered softly, his own melancholy seeping through. ‘I know. You both want this baby. A lot. I know. I want it too. But this isn’t going to change anything. So let’s just, rest for a moment, and go again. Okay?’

At that moment, Peter was the gentle voice of reason for both of you.

Miguel let out a soft grunt, but he did pull out slowly, making sure to keep his fingers and palm stuffed in the little swollen entrance between your thighs to keep his seed safely intact. You allowed your body to collapse into the sheets with a sigh.

His fingers made you jolt and whine on occasion, but, you could handle that.

The three of you lay back and moaned softly, trying to catch your breath, with Peter hugging both of you close.

As Peter held you, you couldn’t help but glance over at Miguel just a little, though you tried to keep your gaze hidden.

You were so confused by the insecurity you’d sensed in him. There was no other way to put it. Before he’d been so confident, so sure, so calm, like he was just messing around, but now… There was an urgency in his movement.

There was a need. That was the best word for it. But, it wasn’t just a need to get you pregnant. Not now.

There was a need to prove himself.

i need more this is too adorable !!!!

I Think I'll Keep You 3

Notes: Thank you for your patience and your kindness! I've been finishing school and I'm graduating next week so I'm BUSY! But I love you guys and I hope you enjoy! I recommend rereading the last section of Part 2

Part `1 Part 2

w.c. 8k. rated p for plot

Miguel storms back to his dorm, across campus, clutching his jacket around his bare torso. Feeling like an absolute idiot for losing his cool. Losing control. What is it about you that makes him act this way?

It’s like you’re trying to knock down the walls he’s built around himself all his life. Running to his building as rain starts to sprinkle, he makes it to the lobby, rushing around, pacing in the elevator getting up to his floor, his mind on total lockdown. As the doors open, he steps out, eyes widening, heart thumping, instantly seeing Peter and a few other teammates down the hall walking his way. Before another thought crosses his mind and before they can spot him, he steps back into the elevator as the doors are closing, slamming on the buttons for the lobby. His heart beating out of his chest. 

It’s starting to pour by the time he gets back downstairs, racing out before anyone he knows will see him. He’s sure they’ll get a bloody nose if anyone tries talking to him now. He keeps his head down, pushing through the doors outside and walking in the freezing rain, running at a certain point, crossing the courtyard and running to the other side of campus towards the athletic building. His Nikes splash in shallow puddles along the uneven parking lot, his dark eyes squinting as rain pelts down from above. His long legs bring him closer to the doors, closer to sanctuary, out of the freezing rain. Soaking his jacket, his hair, dripping down the bridge of his nose, fluttering in his eyelashes. 

He pushes through the doors, sighing audibly in a mixture of relief and annoyance and realizing how fast he was running. He pushes through the next set of doors, walking down the dark hallways of the building. Sneakers squeaking softly on the linoleum as he reaches the team's locker room door. Rain drips down from the curls that flopped onto his forehead and down the nape of his neck. Droplets glistening off his cheeks and his nose as he flicks on one of the locker room lights. He has no idea why he came here. Maybe it’s just the only place no one else is. 

He runs a hand through his hair, slicking it back from the cold rain, a few stray hairs springing out around his face. His mind flashes with images of you. Your smile, the pink tint of your lips, the peachy soft roundness of your cheek. His breath is heavy and his cheeks flushed from the cold. He gets to his locker, figuring maybe he should just… just do anything… 27… his fingers slip over the lock as rain drips from his curls… he could run around the field until he passes out…15… the color of your eyes… he could work on those drills he just gave the team the other day…10… the joint of your hip… the team does have a big game coming up this weekend… the lock won’t unlock… 27… the crook of your neck… he could go back to his dorm and work on that grant proposal he’s been needing to start…15…he could go to the lab and keep working on his thesis project… your gasping whispers of his name… 10… he could go to you right this second and tell you he’s sorry… 27… maybe that would make things better…15… the sound of your whimpers… the pitch of your moans… he could kick a ball around until it fucking pops… holding you close as you come down… 10!!... kissing you as you’re trembling… Why won’t the lock unlock? “Fucking unlock!!” He bellows and tugs on the lock in anger. His anger is blinding, numbing, controlling… his fist slams into the front of his locker. The bang of impact ringing throughout the empty locker room.

Instant pain shoots up his arm but he doesn’t care. He hits the locker again… and then again… and a few more times until the pain is too much to bear. Bang. Bang. BANG! Until his knuckles are worn raw. Punching, beating, denting the big “C” painted on the front of his locker. Captain. Leader. But he feels like a fucking loser. Punch, punch, PUNCH! Until he can’t anymore. “Ah… fuck!” He grunts and clutches his hand. Knuckles busted and fingers tingling hot and numb. “Fuck fuck ah… ngh…” He winces and groans in pain. “Shit…” He sighs and slumps his shoulder against the lockers. His hand throbbing and searing, clutching his hand to his chest in pain. His head rests against his locker, and he can feel the dents from the punches against his arm. Squeezing his eyes shut in pain and trying to stop the tears. Clutching his right hand and beating himself up in his head for being such a baby… for freaking out… for having feelings like this. Even when he’s alone, he won’t let himself cry over this. 

“Ah…” He winces, looking down at his hand, trying to move his fingers but the instant swelling makes it practically impossible. Hissing softly at the pressure and pain between his knuckles. 

Maybe this was necessary. Maybe this was the only way he’d slow the fuck down for one second to get his head on straight. He’s standing there and going over the events of tonight in his head. All that shit with Dana… then seeing you, kissing you, touching you… leaving because he couldn’t bear to listen to what you were saying. It was too much. It was too real. And the kind of conversation he actively tries to avoid. He can hardly remember what you said, it all feels like a blur right now. He can’t even remember what he said right now either. Probably some douchey stuff. “Ow, fuck…” He sighs and winces, holding his hand close to his chest. 

He sits in silence only when he catches his breath enough to suppress the sounds of pure agonizing pain. He feels embarrassed. He thinks you probably hate him now too. You must. How could you not after the shitty things he said. Sighing, he sits down on the bench in the middle of the locker room. His hair still dripping down the back of his neck uncomfortably. 

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He thinks to himself. Watching the purple bloom over his fingers and feeling the searing hot pain. 

Why did I just do that? Freak out. Is it because he knew what you were about to say? That you… you might be in love with him? After all the needy nights, the sneaky meetups and the lazy mornings, why is he so afraid? He can’t help but think of one specific morning... a week before you'd left… after a long night entangled in the sheets.

“You’re so warm…” You had said. Wrapped in his arms after sleeping beside him all night long. Naked and soft in his thick arms. His chest pressed against your back, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He smiled softly to himself, wrapping his arms a little tighter around you. He wanted you to feel warm. He wanted to be the one to warm you. 

“You’re so soft…” He hummed into your neck. Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You smiled, feeling so wanted, so safe and secure. No one had ever made you feel this way. And Miguel just kept doing it. When you were in his bed, he was always holding you. Always touching you. The sex was usually rough and desperate, and that was good… that was… incredible. But there was something about seeing him like this. Soft and quiet with all his attention on you. You were just dreaming of the day that these hookups would turn into something more. Trying to be patient but feeling like it would happen very soon.

“That tickles…” You whispered, squirming in his grasp as his breath and his lips tickled your neck. “Shhh…” He shushed you ever so softly, encasing you tighter in his arms and grazing his lips all around your neck and your shoulder. Knowing it’s tickling you, that it’s making you squirm. “Hah…” A soft puff of tense air left your lips at the feeling, unable to resist the urge to squirm and escape his tantilizing torture. “So sensitive…” He whispered, his hand coming up to softly grasp your throat, his lips moving up the side of your cheek before going back into the dip of your neck, biting down softly. You’d never experienced something so intimate, so romantic. You just closed your eyes, accepting everything he’s giving as you usually do. Except right now it feels like he’s giving it just to you. It’s for only you to have. His arm that’s under you wrapped around, his fingers teasingly tracing down your hip. 

“Hey, don’t start anything. We both have class soon…” You said with a smile and he nipped at your shoulder. “Mm.” He grumbled defiantly into your neck, breathing in your scent, your shampoo mixed with the sweet smell of your skin. When was he not trying to start something? To fill you up and keep you in his bed all day after having you all night. “You’re not making me late to class again…”  You said softly, still smiling as warmth spread over your cheeks. He smiled as you brought that up again. You just couldn’t seem to let that go. “It was one time…” He hummed playfully. “One too many…” You said with a sort of mischievous smile. “One too many…” He echoed your words in a breathy laugh, scoffing at your teasing. His voice is deep with sleep, fingers brushing down your chest, against your soft plush tummy and to your side, his fingertips pressing pleasantly to the little love-handles at your back, up to your shoulder blades and down your arm, his fingers encasing the back of your hand, so gentle, so soft. You’re still crushing on him hard except this time around he’s fucking you like he owns you and holding you like he made you. He sighed against your neck. 

“You know what’s better than being late?... Staying in bed…” He said all smugly. “You know what’s actually better than being late?... Being on time…” You retorted back and he laughed softly. He can play this game. “You know what’s better than being on time?...... Staying in bed.” He repeated and it made you laugh. “You already said that one!” You pouted, feeling the vibrations of his laughter against your back. “You know what’s better than staying in bed?... Going to class…” You said quick and giggled. It didn’t really mean anything anymore but it was fun and you wanted to win this back and forth. “No way, that’s undeniably incorrect.” He smiled, leaning up on his elbow to look more at your face as you were laughing. You looked so cute. He just couldn’t resist. “You know what’s better than going to class?” He asked and you turned back a bit to look in his eyes. “What.” You brow raised knowing he was about to say something stupid. He really wanted you to stay in bed. He smirked. “Sex with me…” It made you roll your eyes when he said it. You should have known. He smiled and moved to climb more on top of you, looking down right into your eyes. The blush that washed over your cheeks and the way you tried to look so unimpressed. “You know what’s better than sex with me?” He whispered. Was there such a thing? “Sex with you.” 

You looked up into his eyes. The tension got thicker the longer he just looked at you. Your eyes rolled again, trying not to break out into a big smile. He said it so easily. Before you could even form another thought his lips were on yours. His hand coming to your cheek, fingers soft upon your face. He kept it quick, knowing you actually didn’t want to be late for class. He was only teasing. But he kissed you again… and then again. Soft pecks. That kiss he kept doing. Like his lips couldn’t stop coming back for more. Your eyes fluttered open when you realized he’s not stopping. “Mm!” You hummed, pressing softly against his shoulder and he finally relented, pecking your cheek before getting off of you. Chuckling and laying beside you on his stomach, hooking his arm under the cold side of his pillow. 

Your phone buzzed on his bedside table. Catching both of your attention. You picked it up, opening it for the first time this morning. He watched over your shoulder as you unlocked the phone and went to your messages. He tried not to look too much. He did glance at the screen a few times. A certain tension building inside him. Wondering who could be texting you. He wanted to ask, or just outright look at who was texting you but he didn’t want to seem like he cared. His dark eyes flicked to the side of your face, the wisps of hair around your ear and your hairline fanning to your cheek, the slight blush from sleep and his flustering touch. The thought of anyone else seeing you like this, being with you like this…. It made him want to kill any guy who so much as looked your way. Or texted you first thing in the morning…

“My mom is just… driving me crazy…” You sighed and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Your mom?” He managed to say, physically feeling himself relax finding it was just your mother texting you. The knot in his chest unraveling. He remembered you talking about some plans to go home for the weekend. A family reunion type of thing. 

“Yeah she’s… I love her but she gets sort of… crazy when it comes to plans…” You said and sent one last text before setting your phone back on the bedside table. “Well she just probably wants to see you…” He said and it brought a smile to your face. “Yeah… I just feel bad when she tries to take care of everything...” You said softly. Thinking of your mom, the kind of brave and determined woman she’s always been. “I told her, I don’t need anything fancy, I just need to see her and dad and my siblings and that’s it. And we have all the time in the world once I’m there. I mean… until it’s time to come back to school obviously…”

“Yeah…” He said softly, but it sounded like his mind was somewhere else. 

You have a large family. Lots of siblings. And Miguel doesn’t have that. He has one brother of course but he doesn’t even speak to his parents unless he needs to. It was interesting for him to hear about the conversation with your mom and your relationship with her. How you always spoke of your family with such love and tenderness. He’s never experienced anything like that in his life. 

“You have such a…big family.” He said softly. You couldn’t really tell with what tone he was saying it. Whether it was simply an observation, a judgment, or some sort of longing. “I do…” You sighed with a smile. You are the oldest of six which Miguel was flabbergasted to learn. “It’s not something I expected, but once you told me, it made sense.” He stated. And you couldn’t help but be curious as to why he thought that. You turned over on your side to face him more, his eyes meeting yours and the look on his face was a little surprised like you caught him off guard turning around like that. Making a direct connection with him. “Made sense, how?” You asked with a smile, curious about how he sees you. His face felt hot. The way it got hot a lot when you looked at him like that. Like his body knew something his brain didn’t. So he tried to explain while he feels like the wind is being knocked out of him. “Well… you… are very…” He starts and you’re expecting him to say what a lot of people say. That you’re dependable, you’re mature, you’re independent, helpful, capable. Because that’s how everybody has always seen you. Like anytime anyone looks at you, they’re trying to get you to help them in some way. “…patient.” He said. And you’ve never heard that one before. You smiled softly at him and he felt relieved. “Five siblings, I mean you’ve got to be patient, right?” He said and smiled, trying to make it all just a light joke, looking around a bit and away from the way you’re gazing in his eyes. But what he said was pretty profound. Tells you he’d thought about you and the kind of person you are. He’d thought about more than just sex with you. You looked in his eyes, a smile dancing on your lips. It distracted him a bit. 

“How does that make you feel?” You suddenly asked him. “What.” He asked, not knowing really how to answer a question like that. “How does my patience make you feel?” You reiterated slowly, looking right in his eyes like you’re staring right into his mind. He thought, getting distracted by that look on your face. The look that for some reason let him know whatever answer he gave you would never be the wrong one. 

“It…makes me…feel….”

“Fuck.” He sighs, the memory dissolving in his mind as he shoves it away. How could he be so stupid? Why did he say that kind of stuff to you? It’s like he doesn’t even remember that being him. Like he’s looking at someone else’s memory with you. He becomes someone else when he’s with you. But you looked so happy and he remembers how warm and soft you were. Holding his swollen, mangled hand, he winces at the pain still throbbing. It’s not getting any better, it’s only getting worse. 

It’s radio silence for the next few days. Midterms come and over the week you’re finishing up exams and tutoring students to do well. More students than ever are taking advantage of the tutoring program that you basically resurrected from the dead. So that’s a good feeling at least. You’ve been spending basically all your time in the library, both doing your own work and meeting with any students that need help. And just hanging out with a few tutoring friends. There are some new tutors that just joined the club a few weeks ago and it’s made this whole thing much more fun, hanging out with people that are like minded in that way. Wanting to help other people. 

You haven't heard from Miguel. You don’t know what became of him on Sunday night. And he didn’t reach out or anything on Monday to talk. Discuss what happened. Will you ever talk to him again? Or do you have to pretend none of this ever happened and he never existed in the first place. Your Sunday night heartbreak turns into Monday numb and Tuesday rage. Now it’s Thursday and you’ve thought of all the things you’d say to him if he showed his face again. But deep down you know it’s only the kind of thing you’d never be able to say. Like scripting the perfect comebacks in the shower and kicking yourself for not thinking to say it in the moment. 

It’s hard not talking to him. Not seeing him basically everyday. Because before this past weekend you were seeing him every second you both had to spare. You’re mad at him but you miss waking up in his arms. You miss the late night texts, him wanting you, coming to you and making you feel things you’ve never felt before. Maybe you’re delusional. Was that all this was? Sex and pillowtalk? After what he said Sunday night it seems that way and he made you feel bad for ever thinking otherwise. You’re not stupid, you know that friends with benefits exist and fuckbuddies are such a common thing. And you didn’t even need to be his friend if he really didn’t want you to be! There was never even a need for some conversation about labels because to you it just seemed so obvious! No one could fake that desperation and need. That wanting passion you both shared. The things he said as you gave him everything. Your body, your thoughts, your heart. His whispers of wanting you and how good you make him feel. 

Of course he felt good. He was fucking you raw almost every night and you let him because you’d fallen in love with him. But were you even friends to begin with? Did he see you as anything more than a body to do whatever he wanted with? You thought he wanted you. You were his. He told you that. 

This week has been hell but you push forward. Trying not to isolate yourself and staying in touch with some tutoring friends. Unfortunately, Miguel is so popular that you always find yourself running into his friends too. But you’re realizing more and more that no one knows about you. It’s like Miguel didn’t want anyone to know he was with you. Not even his closest friends. 

You’re sitting in the library for a tutoring session. Last minute cramming before the last exams later that day. Typing on your laptop, a student at your side and helping him on a calculus study guide. Elbow leaning on the table, watching him work, checking what he’s doing as he’s doing it. “Simplify it first, then use the formula…” You say softly and he does as you say, erasing some and correcting himself. “And then just the same on the next one?” He asks and you nod. Patient. That word is in your mind. Remembering when he said it. You were a little too patient with Miguel. 

Miguel’s watching all of this happen. Standing behind the library door, hidden mostly and only peering in through the window in the door. He finally caught up to you after days of trying to get to you. He tried multiple times to catch you in the library this week but he always missed you. Every night he debated texting you but ultimately decided he wanted you to text him first. Mostly because he had no idea what to say. He just wanted you back. For things to go back to the way they were. He’s pissed himself off. In his mind it’s like he’s convinced himself you don’t want to talk to him. 

The library is mostly empty except for you and your tutee. He wants to get you alone right now but doubts he can. Especially when you’re in the middle of doing something. But what you’re doing can’t be as important as what he needs to say to you. As important as him. His hand is aching badly as it has all week since Sunday night. Hidden in his pocket. He hasn’t done anything about it. He’s been taking ibuprofen but it’s not doing much.

If he has to wait hours to talk to you, then so be it. He won’t let this go on any longer. You’re going to talk to him whether you have anything to say or not. Somehow he’s managed to turn his desperation into anger. He leans against the wall outside the library door. Staring at the pattern on the floor. Fidgeting with the seam inside his jacket pocket. Sighing deeply, he feels uneasy thinking about what he’s going to say to you. What you might say to him. He’s got to act tough so he doesn’t lose control of the conversation. If he does he’s sure he’ll lose you. Because he knows deep down that he’s the asshole here. It’s his fault. And he’s scared to beg you for another chance. 

These feelings are foreign to him. Never before has he acted this way over someone and he doesn’t know why. Is there something wrong with me? He thinks. That always seems to be his first thought. A while goes by and his mind swirls with thoughts of you.

He’s lost in thought and only glances up as he hears the doors at the end of the hall swinging closed. Someone must have walked by him. He pushes off the wall, instantly going to the window in the library door and seeing you’re finally alone. His heart thumps in his chest. Clenching his swollen bruised hand in his pocket. He sighs and forces himself to walk inside. 

He gets halfway to you before you suddenly look up. Stopping him in his tracks. And it’s like he suddenly feels like he’s doing something wrong. Eyes locked and breath caught in both your chests. 

It’s been four fucking days. Not a call, not a text. Nothing. And now he’s here. You look away first. Back down to your laptop to continue typing. And he continues walking, stopping at the edge of the table across from you. 

It’s silent. Not a word dared spoken until…

“I need to talk to you.” The tall man finally speaks, towering over the table. Silence follows as you think about how to go about this. You thought about this moment all week. All the different scenarios and possibilities. You imagined melting into his arms as you’ve done a million times by now. But thinking back to all those moments it’s like none of that ever mattered because it didn’t matter to him. How can you trust him again when he treated you like he wanted you and then told you, you were never supposed to happen. After he finally spoke, it lit a fire inside you. “I’m busy right now.” You say softly, keeping your eyes locked on your laptop screen. While this time away from him has been hell and you’ve been heartbroken over this, he’s also been a total dick. You don’t want to let him get away with it. You don’t know how you’re going to do that but you try not to bend completely to his will. Your attention is directed back to your keyboard, typing away and ignoring him. All those comebacks are stuck in your throat. Miguel frowns, watching you. 

He’s been trying all week to find you. To talk to you. Trying to find sneaky ways so that he doesn't have to beg for your attention. And now seeing you ignore him. He wants your attention and he’s gonna get it. 

After a few beats of heavy silence, he walks around the table. You don’t look up, not even sparing him a glance. Glaring at your laptop screen and seeing his movement in your peripherals. He silently walks to the seat right next to you. Pulling it out and slipping down into it to sit beside you. His hands shoved back into his pockets as he sits like he intends to stay. 

“Y/n… hey...” He says gently, trying to get your attention. Turning in his chair slightly to face you more, his knee pressing softly into the side of your thigh. He can see your anger, he can feel it too. “I’m not talking to you.” You say without looking at him. “Well I’m talking to you…” He says so softly, one could mistake the tone for sweet nothings. You sigh, closing your laptop with a click, you grab your bag. Ready to just leave and brush him off if he’s not going to take the hint to leave you alone. “No…no.” He says softly and reaches across you, taking your bag, lifting it over and onto his side. So you can’t get to it. 

An annoyed huff escapes your lips, crossing your arms and staring straight ahead to avoid him. You’re not good at confrontation. Never had to do something like this before. 

His hand comes up to brush your hair back behind your ear. The backs of his fingers brushed across your cheek. And you brush his hand away when he does it. Is he really trying that right now?

“Stop it.” You sigh, pushing his hand away absentmindedly so he opts for resting his arm on the back of your chair. “Come on… let’s talk about this.” He says and you’re starting to fume inside. Now he wants to talk? After you begged him not to leave, begged him to talk to you Sunday night? You look over at him angrily and he keeps his arm around the back of your chair. His broad shoulders give him an advantage. “What do you want?” You glare at him and he sighs. He knew you might be angry but he’s never seen you look at him that way. “Why did you even come here? Just to make things worse?” You frown and keep your arms crossed, closed off from him. “I came here to speak with you.” He says calmly, trying to maintain the control he’s been losing all week. “Well you’re not doing much speaking.” You sigh. A beat of silence follows. 

“I want you to come over… tonight…” He says in that soft tone again. In his mind the both of you just need some time and things can go back to normal. “We can cool off and then you can come over and we can just move on from this.” He says and leans back a bit as if that’s that. Everything’s fixed? 

“What are you talking about?” You look at him like he’s from another planet. “Can’t we just move on from this?” He asks, patience running even thinner. “This has gone on long enough… I’m tired of it… come over…” He says again and he doesn’t even realize how disappointing this all is to you. 

You sigh softly. Feeling let down. He couldn’t even apologize. Couldn’t fix the problem he created. He didn’t come here to explain, or apologize, or to check up on you. The words just start to flow now. 

“So you just came here to get your dick wet, is that it?” You say and stare him dead in the eyes. But his expression changes, brow raises in a certain surprise. He wasn't expecting you to say something like that. 

“No… I… I wanted to…” He starts but it’s like he can’t find the words. “I just wanted to see you.” He says feeling like he’s teetering on a very dangerous line right now. And silence follows. 

Why must he be so confusing? It’s like he’s making it your fault that he has no idea what he wants or how he feels. This week started with you feeling so small and insignificant. You told yourself that he’d never talk to you again after the things he said. That he really regretted being with you. That you were never supposed to happen. Just like he said. But now he’s back and he doesn’t even apologize? He just wants to act like none of it ever happened? Like he didn’t break your heart? 

“Why did you ask me to tutor you? That day?” You suddenly ask as it’s something you’ve been wondering and these are the things he’s not good at talking about. He knows all of this started with him acting like a greedy douchebag but he didn’t expect to feel this way towards you. He doesn’t want to tell you the real reason he invited you to his dorm a month ago. The real reason being he wanted a quick easy fuck with someone who seemed eager and innocent. He feels like a fucking jerk. “I don’t know…” He sighs and shakes his head, looking down at the table then back up at you. All your words just seem to come spilling out now.

“Well you knew that I liked you...” You state as if it should be obvious. “What do you mean?” He asks and your brow furrows. Is he serious? “You… you knew that I liked you. When you asked me to tutor you? A month ago??” You ask hopefully, trying to confirm what you hoped to be true. You had thought he knew you had feelings for him all this time. You even hoped those feelings were returned. “N-no I… I mean I assumed maybe you might have. I didn’t really think about it too much” He says a bit nervous about where this is going. His cool control slipping. But everyone likes him so it just makes sense that you would like him too. That’s why you didn’t refuse him. And it’s all getting twisted up in his head. “Didn’t think about it? Like… it wasn’t important to you whether I liked you or not?” 

And the silence falls over the both of you right then. “Well then what is this? What have we been doing?” You frown at him, waving your hands in the air a bit because you just can’t understand how you got to this point and he just keeps acting so oblivious. And he’s losing control. 

“No. Wait. I didn’t say it right. I-” 

“Why did you start doing all this then? If you didn’t even like me in the first place?” 

His eyes go wide, not having an answer that wouldn’t make you feel even worse. “I don’t know…” He says again. He doesn’t seem to know a goddamn thing. “Was it just to string me along?! Is this all just a joke to you?! Are you trying to make fun of me or something?” You press for answers, feeling more heartbroken the longer he doesn’t give you a real answer. “No! It’s not! I am not trying to make fun of you!” He exclaims, shaking his head. This isn’t going how he wanted. This is spinning out of his control and he’s on the verge of all this collapsing. If this happened with anyone else he’d just forget it ever happened in the first place. But he couldn’t forget you if he tried. He doesn’t understand that feeling. 

“You’ve just admitted you didn’t even like me when you first started this… and after a month of me giving you nothing but sex, you still just ‘don’t know’?” 

“No, that’s not what I mean.” 

“That’s exactly what you just said! And apparently I was never even supposed to happen in the first place.” You throw his own words back at him and he scoffs before scrambling to explain himself in a way that won’t make you hate him even more. 

“I freaked out… I don’t know why I freaked out. Can’t you just forget it? What I said was stupid I don’t even know what I was thinking…” He insists. “Seems like you were thinking a lot actually. That this was your plan all along. You don’t want a relationship, you just want a fucktoy…” You scoff and stand up from your seat, to which he immediately stands up too. His earlier confidence is crumbling. 

“Come on, I was… drunk!” He scrambles to justify his outburst Sunday night. 

“You said you weren’t drunk or were you lying about that too?” You move past him to grab your backpack from where he put it trying to keep it from you. 

“Can you just come over? Let’s forget about this, this is a waste of time.” He begs and follows you around as you’re collecting your things off the table and shoving them into your backpack. 

“I don’t think it’s a waste of time…” You say softly and shove your computer inside. “Yeah, well I do… you have wasted my time!” He raises his voice, trying to get a rise out of you but when he sees your disapproving expression he knows that wasn’t the right move. With one last zip, you’re starting to leave the empty library. And he follows frantically.  

“W-Wait! Just wait… w-what do you want me to do? You want me to block Dana’s number? I’ll do it!” He’s speaking fast and frantic, reaching for your hand and holding it to stop you from leaving him.

“I don’t want you to block Dana’s number… I don’t care.” You sigh, completely over all of this. It’s too confusing. He’s a mess you’re not sure you want to be a part of. 

“I’ll block her right now… you can watch me do it!

“Oh my god… enough…” 

“Please.”

“Enough!!” 

“I’ll cut her off… I don’t even want to see her anyway, I hate her…and we didn’t fuck on Sunday if that’s what you think!”

“Dana is not the problem”

“Dana must be the problem.”

“I’m telling you, she’s not!” You yell at him. And he finally shuts up, watching you wide eyed as you keep scolding him.

“Do you even hear yourself? D’you ever think that the problem might just be you? Are you incapable of just apologizing or do you genuinely not believe this is all your fault??! All of your problems just have to be other people’s problems right?!” And he flinches as you yell. 

He’s stunned by your words and the volume with which you just scolded him. He knows he deserves it but he just can’t stop himself from arguing. He doesn’t want you to hate him even though he deserves it. 

“Well I’m not perfect, okay? I can’t be…I can’t be perfect.” He pleads softly, holding onto your hand like a lifeline. A silent plea for you to not let go of him now.

“I’m not asking you to be perfect!” 

His eyes stay wide. Staring at you like you’ve just told him a deep dark secret. 

“I’m asking you to stop being a selfish asshole!!” 

Your voice doesn’t echo in this place padded with old books and hardwood. It's sturdy and final. And finally it seems like you’re getting through to him. Maybe he’s understanding.

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same. Do not tell me I was making it all up in my head. I’m not the one misreading things. You are.” You say. Your voice is softer now. Fragile as you can see he’s thinking about all that you just said.

Tell her you’re sorry, Miguel. He thinks to himself. He knows everything you’ve said is what he needs to hear. He knows he hurt you. What he said was not okay. And now he’s made you upset and angry too. 

“You’re right I… about everything…” He mumbles. Sighing and looking down. His fingers slipping away from your hand. Letting it go. Letting you go. 

“I… I’m sorry.” He finally says. And you let his apology sit. Allowing yourself time to decide if you’ll accept. If he deserves it. The silence is deafening. 

“I-I just…” He sighs deeply. At a loss for words. He just feels so stupid. Rubbing his forehead down to his cheek frustrated. Sighing ashamedly as he tries to think of what to say that could fix this. “You asked me… to tell you what I’m feeling and I-I don’t know…” He says softly. And you stare at him wide eyed as he admits this.

“What is that?” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts for a moment. Looking back up at you confused. “Your hand.” You say, your eyes locked on his busted hand as he rubs his face. He pulls it behind his back. He doesn’t deserve your sympathy. “It’s nothing I-” He painfully clenches his hand behind his back. The guilt is overwhelming. Please don’t feel bad for me. He thinks to himself. You’ve been far too patient with him. 

“Show me.” You demand softly, looking in his eyes. And you’re serious. He sighs softly and brings his hand out, holding it out sheepishly to show you. The hand that’s held you, the hand that’s touched you… it’s cut up and bruised. 

“What happened?” You ask sternly with a hardened expression when you finally see the cuts in his knuckles and the bruises. His hand is mangled, swollen, purple and clearly would cause anyone lots of pain. “Don’t lie to me.” You sternly say. And he doesn’t dare lie to you again. “I just… punched my locker.” He looks down ashamed. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. Broken and defeated. It’s not a good feeling, you don’t like seeing him like this. “When did this happen?” You ask firmly and he answers in a sigh. “Sunday.” Shoving his hand back in his pocket. It makes sense that he would have thrown a fit after he stormed out Sunday night. He must have been going about his week with his hand like that and not doing anything about it. “Did you go to the hospital?” He shakes his head at your question. Averting your gaze. “It’s gonna get worse if you don’t.” You insist and he just nods. For fear of his voice breaking if he found any words.

“I’m sorry Y/n… I’ll just go…” He says softly and steps back, and once again it’s like everything inside him is telling him to leave. You stand there. Not wanting to stop him this time. Watching him as he goes. 

“You should go to the hospital.” You say soft and serious as he walks past you. Staying still and not attempting to stop him from leaving. You’ve made your point. And he didn’t win. But neither of you won tonight. He nods softly and keeps his head down, walking past you to leave the library. And he’s going to try his hardest not to bother you again. You’re so kind, so patient, so real. And he fucked up the one good thing he had going on. The one thing that made him feel good. Instead of belittling you, he should have acknowledged that he has some messy feelings of his own. 

So he leaves. And you’re left standing in the library. You stood up for yourself. You told him off. But why do you feel so empty? Maybe it was seeing him so broken. When it comes to things that are good for him, he seems to forget himself. 

He leaves the library silently. Walking down the dim hallways of the building and then outside. It’s raining again. It’s been raining pretty much all week. Pulling his hood up, he walks down the front steps of the academic building. Walking through the rain and not even bothering to run this time. Letting the rain pelt his sweatshirt, soak right through to his skin. He feels so stupid. He feels confused. And he feels sorry. But you deserve better than him. 

Getting back to his residence building, he gets in the elevator. Staring at the floor and leaning his head against the wall as it travels up to his floor. He scoffs when the conversation replays in his head. His own words echoing and hearing himself act like such a dick. He didn’t know what other way to approach you other than to try and make things go back to normal. He wants things the way they were.

But he’s realizing the way things were is not fair to you. It’s not like all month the two of you just happened to cross paths. It’s not like you were sleeping with each other because there was no one else. It’s because neither of you can stay away from the other. It’s this messy obsession fueled with fire. He could touch you blind and know the pulse at your throat, the tips of your fingers, the plush of your stomach. He’d know the whispers of your voice, the fan of your breath over his cheek, the taste of your tongue. So then why is he so afraid? If he’s memorized every shimmering stretch mark, every inch of your skin, the sound of your voice, then why does he keep pushing you away? 

He wants you to be his… but he wants to be yours just as much. 

Miguel sighs as the elevator finally dings and the door opens. He keeps his head down, walking down the hall to his door. Unlocking it and walking inside. His hand hurts like hell. The cuts are just starting to heal but his fingers are still busted and swollen. It’s hard for him to open and close his hand all the way. 

His phone rings, vibrating in his pocket as he peels off his wet hoodie and kicks his shoes off. Pulling it out from his pocket, he sees who’s calling. He didn’t expect it to be you. And it’s not. It’s his Father. 

His heart sinks further, letting it ring, staring at the caller ID. This is the last thing he needs right now. Sitting on the edge of his bed, holding his vibrating phone in the palm of his hand, his eyes start to sting. Hot tears welling up and brimming in his eyes. When the ringing finally stops he drops his phone on the bed and drops his face into his hand. A shaky sigh trembling in his chest, swollen, hurting fingers clenching painfully on his lap. His arms wrap around himself, leaning over and down into his bed. He’s so tired. And he’s alone again just like always. He doesn’t feel bad for himself, he feels bad about himself. What is it about him that drives everyone away? You just answered that question for him tonight. It’s just him. 

...

“It… makes me… feel… steady? Like… like there’s nothing to worry about. Or like… y’know…” He sighed, flipping over to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling as you looked over at him across the pillows. The words felt trapped in his chest but they flowed like a river from his lips. “Like things feel slow...in a good way.”

…

He remembers saying that. He remembers meaning every word. Right now he feels anything but steady. He's collapsed.

His tears dry after a while and he keeps trying to just fall asleep and forget all of this. Even for just a few hours. But he can’t seem to just fall asleep. His head hurts and all he wants is to rest for once after this shitty week. But his running mind won’t let him. 

His eyes crack open to check the time, his alarm clock blaring red in the darkness of his room. 2:17am. “Ugh…” He sighs, letting his head fall back onto the covers. He’s been sitting like this for hours now. 

Knock knock knock. 

He hears the knock on the door, flinching and sitting up slightly on his elbows. Watching the door and wondering if he’s hearing things. But there it is again. Three soft knocks. 

“Miguel?” Your soft voice sounds from the other side of the door and he sits up completely. Eyes wide and heart thumping. This is his last chance. He can’t mess it up this time. He immediately gets up and turns on his desk light, running a hand through his hair and going to the door, unlocking the bolt and opening it. He doesn’t care if it seems desperate, he is desperate. 

He looks smaller somehow. Or maybe you just feel bigger in some way. He’s staring at you as he stands in the opening of his door. And his immediate instinct is to try whatever he can to make things better. 

“Y/n… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t hav-”

“Put your shoes on.” You shush him softly. You didn’t come here for an apology.

“What?” He steps forward, not understanding your request. It’s 2am and you’re both half asleep anyway.

“Put your shoes on please.” You say again. “And a hoodie or something, it’s cold outside.” 

His brow furrows in confusion but he’s not going to argue with you right now. You’re here and talking to him so that’s what matters. Using his one good hand, he pulls his sneakers on at the door, grabbing his hoodie off the back of his desk chair. “Where are we going?” He asks and passes through his door to you. He’d go anywhere if it meant he could be with you right now. A soft hopeful expression on his face. “We’re going to the hospital.” 

To be continued…

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unfair, controlling, hypocritical — miguel o’hara. drabble based on this writing prompt request.

your breath caught the moment you saw his back stop. all your words, you wish you could swallow. the silence was almost strangling before his low voice decided to break it. “you wanna repeat that?”

you manage to simultaneously shake your head and nod. why were you nodding? you didn’t want to repeat what you had said. you had been angry. you are angry. maybe that’s why. miguel has slowly turned, his visible fangs and blood red eyes seeming more prominent as his shoulders flex.

his question still lingers in the air. he hadn’t seen you shake/nod your head. that was probably for the better. “is silence all i’m getting now?” miguel asks, voice still weighed heavy with tension.

you gulp. “do you want me to repeat it?” you quietly manage, because now he was nearing, your feet sliding back. and just as you feel gravity pull you down with a slip to your foot—the edge now scraping your sole — miguel’s hand grips around the middle of your suit. he’s holding you up by some material, his claws probably ruining the stitching.

“do you really think that i want to hear you repeat how i’m some fucking unfair, controlling, hypocritical bastard?” he sneers out the words. his face inches closer to yours as you hold your breath. “i’d love to hear those words come out your mouth again, cariño.”

at one point you thought you could feel the graze of his fang against your lower lip. but to be fair you’re fraction dazed by his proximity. blame it on that. delusions, because miguel would never—

his free hand harshly tilts your head up, your lips now most definitely brushing against his canines. “so you think i’m unfair?” miguel practically speaks to your mouth. his hand that is gripping your suit material is still making you lean slightly over the ledge, your hands now gripping his biceps, as your heart picks a quicker beat.

his hand on your chin slips down your waist. then your body jolts, his fingers having found a placement between your legs. “is this position unfair?” he inquires far too innocently. all your words are choked. “if i let go you’d fall. you’re reliant on me to keep you up…does that make me controlling?”

the pads of his fingers lightly graze back and forth over your covered pussy, making your breathing catch. “is me…touching you like this unfair?”

and through the slight shake of your body you manage a few words. “hypocrite. you forgot hypocrite.” your words are some what of a form of you trying to get your own back. to stand taller, despite the clear lean of your body.

miguel actually manages a chuckle. though it’s dipped in mocking and utter power. “of course. a hypocrite. because despite all of what i’m saying, and what i’m trying to prove…” he pauses, gaze flickering across your features, and then down to your slightly parted lips. “i want to hear you say how much you want me to touch you like this…”

your gaze slightly widens, as you meet his red, now determined eyes. “what?”

“so you were right. i am a fucking unfair, controlling, hypocritical bastard.” miguel’s breath is now fanning over your mouth, as he tugs you closer. “and i’ll show you just how much that title suits me.”

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