oharaslove

[oharaslove]

Hi there! I was wondering if you can please do a request where Miguel's girlfriend announces to him that she is pregnant and that he is going to be a father?

𝑯𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆!!!! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔!!! 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 🥺🥺. 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑾𝑨𝒀!! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏! 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚!!!

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑎����𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑁𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛? 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4𝒌 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑥𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦, 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 2099, 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛. 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡?

: ̗̀➛ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

The combination of the coldness of the bed and the sun heating your face stirs you awake. Usually you lay there, wondering how long it was since Miguel left the warmth of your shared bed, but not today. Before you knew it, bile made its way to your mouth. You rushed to the bathroom, emptying your insides in the toilet. You hated vomiting. It was disgusting. It also meant that you had to be careful with what you eat all day. Again, awful. Who doesn’t like to eat whatever they want?

You rest on the bathroom floor, knees to your chest. You hug yourself, waiting. The next round of puke would come, eventually. Meanwhile, you started to think. What was it that you ate last night? Miguel went to work, meaning, he was probably fine. Well, actually, that doesn’t help at all. 

You love your boyfriend, but he is a workaholic. 

However, since you moved in together, he had made a habit of coming home every night. Despite the looming responsibility of taking care of the arachno-humanoid… uhhh. The multiverse, yeah. Whatever that was called. It had a really long name, that it didn’t matter how many times Miguel repeated it to you, it never stuck. 

Besides, every time you talked with some spiders on the rare occasion you stepped on the Spider Society, they called it spider verse or something like that. The only thing that was clear to you was that Miguel didn’t like that definition. He was such a nerd, and you loved that. 

After seeing that your body didn’t have the urge to vomit again and feeling a little bit better, you stood up. You flushed the toilet and proceeded to shower. You couldn’t get much cleaner than that. 

You had puked a lot of times throughout your life. Who hasn’t? However, there was something different about this one. You couldn’t put a pin on it though. You felt… weird. Oftentimes than not, when you vomit, you don’t want to eat anything afterwards. For a couple hours at least. However, this time, you were craving strawberries. Granted, it was one of your favourite fruits, but it was strange nonetheless. 

The occurrence would have been just a bad day, or bad luck, if it weren’t for the following days.  

You have been doing the same routine for three straight days now. Wake up, rush to the toilet, bye bye yesterday’s dinner. You had told Miguel, but his food (same as yours, supposedly) stayed inside of his stomach. Miguel was getting worried, and so were you. You didn’t want to go to the hospital, but if this continued… you had no other option. Besides, Miguel would drag you there himself if you refuse. 

On the fourth day though, that routine was interrupted by a knock on the door. Who was up so early on a Saturday? You were disorientated, your throat still burning with the acid. It took you a couple of seconds to remember that your friend was coming over. Right! As a reminder clicked on your head, you shouted a quick “Coming!”. You cleaned yourself as best and fast as you could, and rushed to the door. 

You opened it, being met with the smiley face of your best friend. 

“Hey…” she started, before shutting her mouth. She stared at you, eyebrows furrowing. “Are you okay?” she asked, worry evident in her voice. “You look like shit.”

“Gee thanks, I love you too.” you answered, moving aside to let her in. 

“What’s wrong?” she pressed, walking in. She took her shoes off and hung her jacket and purse. 

You sighed, closing the door. You were tired. Despite the awesome sleep at nights, emptying your insides  was wearing you down. 

“I puked, again” you emphasized. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“What do you mean again?”

You walked to your couch and plop down. Your friend followed after you. 

“Oh right, I haven’t told you.” you said, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. “This is the fourth morning I vomit”

“Always in the morning?” she questioned, brow furrowed. 

“Yeah…” you trailed, taken aback by the query. “Why? It doesn’t–”

“Girl, really?” she laughed. “For being one of the smartest people I know, you sure don’t seem like it.”

“The hell are you talking about?” you asked.

She laughed. “When was your last period?”

You furrowed your brow. What did that have to do with…

Oh.

OH. 

Your eyes opened like plates. “You don’t think…” your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Don’t panic!” she stated, standing up in a rush and grabbing her things from the rack. “I’m going to run to the farmacy and get you some tests. Oh my god, I’m so excited.”

Your friend put her shoes on at lighting speed and before you could say something else she blew you a kiss and was out of the door. 

 And just like that, you were alone. Or, were you? You looked down at your stomach, pondering the implications. Could you be pregnant?

It was a possibility. You and Miguel… well. You could count with your fingers the amount of nights where you went to bed and straight to sleep last month. How could someone blame you? Anyone would throw themselves at Miguel if they had the chance. You were just lucky. 

The thing was, you used protection all the time. You weren’t on birth control because of the whole hormone shit, which you didn’t like. But you used condoms. Right? 

You stood up, too anxious to just sit around and wait. You paced around your living room, biting your nails, trying to remember if there was a night where you had been reckless. The events of previous nights with Miguel flashed through your head. 

The way he was always careful with you, treating you like you were going to break at any second. Sweet nothings whispered in your year. Spanish words and curses flying out of his mind when he was close. His caresses after it was done. Lips brushing against your naked flesh, leaving goosebumps in its path. 

One night in particular materialized in your head. You had been teasing Miguel all day. Sending him pictures, flirting more than usual, lingering touches here and there. Everything happened so fast. One minute you were in the kitchen, and before you knew it, Miguel had you pinned to the bed. The pace wasn’t the problem. Despite how hungry you were for each other, you two were responsible. 

However, you remembered what Miguel had growled in your ear. You hadn’t paid too much attention to it. You brushed it off as a heat of the moment kind of thing. Miguel was on top of you, caging you with his body. Almost crushing you with his weight. His thrusts had begun to become uneven, signalling he was close. His hands grew desperate, groping and squishing every inch of your body. Incoherent rambles and noises escaped your lips. Miguel’s breath became more ragged. 

He was needy, he needed you more than ever. Miguel loved talking to you while he fucked you. Sometimes, he would say sweet things. Others, he would try to make you remember who you belonged to. Not like you could ever forget. That night was one of those times. Miguel had told you how you were his, how he was going to  make everyone see. He was going to make you pregnant, so everyone could see in your growing belly that you were his, and he was yours. 

You rested your forehead against the nearest wall. Did he really mean it? You were hoping that he was. You wanted children, but did he? You knew about Gabby and how that affected Miguel. He had shown you the videos. Explained to you the consequences. Obviously, being from the same universe and you just being a mere civilian, the stakes weren’t as high. However, you also knew how harsh Miguel was on himself. How he saw the responsibility of being Spiderman. 

You had never talked in depth about what you wanted to do after marriage. Sure, you had joked about having little yous and little Miguels running around the house, but never serious. You lived in a good apartment, but it only had two bedrooms. One which was used as Miguel’s study, for when he had to do some work at home. 

Being pregnant meant a lot of changes. To your body, to your relationship. To your way of life. You started weeping. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you made no effort to clean them. You just let the emotions run through you, letting them out completely. You were so immersed in your thoughts you didn’t hear your friend coming back. 

You jumped back when she placed her hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey,” she whispered. “Everything is going to be fine.”

You just nodded, not trusting your voice. She handed you the bag. Peeking inside, you saw three pregnancy tests. This was it. The moment that would change the course of your life forever, or not. You had never been so anxious for a test. 

You dragged your feet to the bathroom, your friend trailing behind you. She waited outside while you took them. Once you were done, you placed them on the sink. You stared at them, terrified. You couldn’t decide what you wanted. Positive or negative? Either way, you knew you were going to be a crying mess. 

Thank god your friend was there to calm you down. You waited patiently. Those minutes felt like an eternity. 

Your timer went off, startling you. Okay, this was it. This result could change your life forever, or honestly? Crush you. You were so ready, you wanted this, despite the fact that you were also scared of how Miguel was going to react. 

Your friend pushed you forward slightly, urging you to go. You walked slowly, each step weighing more than the last. You closed your eyes on the last part, reaching the sink using your other senses. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. 

Slowly, you opened your eyes, peeking at the tests. Soon, you found out that it wasn’t the brightest idea. Two lines can easily look like one with your eyes barely open. You stared at the three tests, all reading the same. 

Positive. 

You were pregnant. Holy shit!

You turned around, clutching your stomach. Tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“I’m pregnant” you croaked out, a lump forming in your throat. 

Your friend smiled, and hugged you. You buried your face on her shoulder, embracing her tightly. 

“Are we happy?”

You nodded against her form. 

“Good. So there is nothing to worry about. Only maybe looking for a new apartment. Or making this one work, for now.”

You chuckled, pulling back and cleaning your tears with the back of your hands. 

“Yeah, well. And telling Miguel” you sniffed. 

“Pfft, girl please. That man is utterly madly in love with you. He would move heaven and Earth to be with you forever. Besides, he seems like the ‘I want to be a dad type’” she said.

Yeah. He was. Miguel loved being Gabby’s dad. But that was part of the issue, and your friend didn’t know that. 

“Yeah, I know” you mumbled, not sharing your thoughts. 

“So? Let’s celebrate!” she smiled at you, throwing her hands in the air. 

“Maybe later. I really want to tell Miguel and be with him now.”  you said, rubbing your arm. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all! This is a big moment for the both of you.” she answered, taking your hands in hers and squeezing them. “Take your time, tell me how it goes later.”

“Thank you.” you beamed at her. You really won the lottery with this friendship. 

You walked your friend to the door, kissed her goodbye and sent her on her way. Once you closed the door, you started crying again. Happy tears? Who knows. You were overcome with emotions, but the most prominent one was anxiousness. You really wanted to talk to Miguel. Tell him how much this meant for you, and hope for the best. 

You decided that it was best to take this to his territory, the society. It had been a while since you had been there, and you missed it. Besides, you felt that if Miguel needed some time, it would be easier for you to split. If you had called him and forced him to come home, and then he decided to leave, that would break your heart. 

Plus, you also thought that it would be a good idea to take something. Probably food. But first, you had to shower. While cleaning yourself, you decided to make him empanadas from scratch. You had the ingredients at home, you had done it before, and if everything went right, they would be ready by lunch time. Perfect. 

Excitedly, you got to work. Once they were ready, you changed into a nice dress, applied some make up and braced yourself for the talk that was coming.

The building of the Society never failed to amaze you. The whole city of Nueva York was beautiful, but that one had something else. You walked into the building passing like a million Spider-men? Spider-women? Spider-things? You don’t know. At the start of your relationship you would ask for everything. Name, story, universe, whatever you could think of. Miguel never refused, because he trusted you. But after the hundredth Peter Parker, you gave up. Thank god Miguel had Lyla, otherwise he would go crazy.

One of the other perks of being with the boss was that he had adapted part of the building for you. It was initially thought of as a place for Spider people, so there wasn’t really a need for stairs and even floors to walk on. There wasn’t really a ‘correct’ way to walk here. Ceiling? Fine. Walls? Fine. They all probably thought the floor was boring. Which it was, you can’t say you weren’t jealous watching all of them swing around and stick to shit like it was nothing. 

You were grateful for the distraction. 

Each step towards Miguel’s lab was exhausting. Fear crawled its way into your bones. Your hands carrying the boxes of food began to shake, despite the many attempts to stop them. Spider people passed by you, some familiar. They all stared at you, the ones that knew you greeted you. Thankfully, none commented on why you were there, or why you looked so anxious. You could feel beads of sweat running down your neck.

You reached the doors to Miguel’s lab. Closed. Typical. You cleared your throat. It didn’t matter how many times you did it, but talking to thin air while speaking to Lyla without seeing her was mind blowing, and also, a little embarrassing. 

“Umm… Lyla?” you asked, looking around. Where are you supposed to look when talking to an AI that is everywhere?

“Oh hi!” Lyla greeted you, appearing right in front of your face. “What brings you here?”

“Just bringing Miguel some food” you showed her the containers on your hand. 

“Great! He is grumpy as always. This for sure will cheer him up.” She smiled at you, opening the door to the lab.

“He isn’t grumpy.” you defended your boyfriend. “Maybe he has reasons to be so angry around here. He is a big teddy bear.”

Lyla laughed at that. “Oh, don’t make me laugh” she said, cleaning a fake tear from the corner of her eye. “But if you do have embarrassing pictures of him, send them my way.”

“Lyla!” the sound of your boyfriend’s voice cut off your conversation. 

There he was, in his full glory. His platform descending, making him look like a God. Which he was, in your books at least. 

You hurried forward, not even waiting for the platform to reach the bottom.

“Hola mi vida” Miguel smiled at you. 

You jumped on the platform, placing the boxes on the desk before hugging Miguel.

“Someone is excited,” Miguel commented, hugging you back and chuckling. 

“How could I not?” you said, looking up at him. “I have the best boyfriend in the world. Despite the fact he leaves me in a cold bed” you pouted. 

“Mmm.. if I remember correctly, you knew exactly what you were signing for.” he teased, bending down to peck your lips. 

You got into your tiptoes, helping him. You hummed into the kiss. “Yeah, maybe. I’m just so crazy about you.”

“I’m the crazy one.”

Just as you were about to kiss again, you heard a camera click. Miguel pulled back and whipped his head towards the sound. “Lyla!” 

The AI disappeared in a fit of laughter. You giggled too.

“I’m not going to hear the end of this.” Miguel mumbled, peeling himself off of you. “What brings you here anyway?”

The question took you back to reality. You weren’t there just for fun. You had something important to say. 

“I– umm” you began. “I brought you empanadas!” you turned around and picked the boxes quickly, almost dropping them. 

“What did you do?” Miguel asked, hands on his hips. He smirked. 

“Nothing!”

“Mmm..” Miguel eyed you, but took the boxes nonetheless. He opened the first one and smelled it. “This smells so good. Gracias beba.” He pecked your forehead quickly, before putting the first empanada in his mouth. 

“So…” you began. “What are you doing?” 

“Besides the usual, you mean?” Miguel asked. He arched his brow.

“Yeah!”

He finished the rest of the empanada before setting the box down. 

“Okay, you are acting weird. What’s wrong?” his whole attention on you know. His sharp, red eyes staring at you.

“What do you mean? I’m perfectly fine. Perfectly normal.” you lied. You couldn’t tell him, not now. 

“Yeah, and I’m the funniest Spider-man” he said sarcastically. 

You bit your lip. Your hands were sweaty. You could feel tears forming in your eyes, blurring your sight. 

“I–” you swallowed heavily. “I– I can’t, I can’t say it.” You shut your eyes, tears spilling out. 

“Shh mi amor. Why are you crying?”

Miguel cradled your face, wiping the tears of your cheek. 

“Look at me beba. I hate seeing you cry”

You opened your eyes slowly. You were met by Miguel’s loving gaze. You cried harder. Miguel pulled you into a hug. You buried your face into his chest while he rubbed your back. 

“Shh it’s okay. Whatever it is, we will work it out together. Like we always do.”

You shook your head. 

“No?” He asked. “Why? Please tell me.”

You could hear the worry in his voice. You hated it. But you were also terrified of him leaving you. 

“I’m scared,” you confessed. 

“Of me?” Miguel said, barely above a whisper. 

You looked up quickly, seeing his hurt face. 

“No no, I could never be scared of you” you placed your hand on his cheek. “I love you more than anything.”

He nuzzled against it, kissing your open palm.

“So tell me.”

You stared at his face for a while, seeing how soft he looked at that moment. You couldn’t grasp how someone could be scared of him. Curse you for using that word. You knew how much that affected him. How he viewed himself. You trailed his features with your eyes, burning in your memory how he looked. If this was the last time… you wanted to remember everything. 

You stepped back, detaching yourself from Miguel. You took a deep breath, calming down. 

“I’m–” you began, your voice wobbly. “I’m pregnant.”

Everything stopped. Miguel took a step back, staring at you with wide eyes. 

The air in the lab grew thicker. That, or you were hyperventilating. It was harder to breathe. Every passing second Miguel didn’t answer, a million thoughts ran through your head. 

That’s it. He was going to shout at you and tell you to leave. 

No! He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t be mean. Don’t think like everyone did. You know Miguel, the real Miguel. The man who cares. The man who despite being angry at you, found the time to make sure you are okay. Miguel, who made you meals and did things he didn’t like because of you. 

He could not want children, but he would never leave you stranded. Fencing by yourself. 

“You–” Miguel began, breaking the silence. “You are pregnant?”

You bit your lip, and nodded. You couldn’t trust your voice. 

Miguel stumbled back, crashing into his desk. He rested against it, rubbing his face. 

“Miguel?” you said quietly. “Please say something.”

A minute passed. 

Nothing. 

Sadness bubbled inside of you. You were crying again. You felt like you were about to lose the love of your life. Trying to make things better, you started to ramble. 

“It’s just–” your voice broke, sobs escaping your mouth. “I know how hard it was for you with Gabby. How much she meant to you. And, I want this baby, I really do!” you cried, doing your best effort to stare at his face while talking. “And– and, I don’t know what you want. I don’t– I can’t live without you. I want you and this” you placed your hand in your belly. “I want to be a family, with you. But I– I’m scared” you sobbed, looking down. 

You heard Miguel walk towards you, and then his fingers under your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. “Mi amor” he whispers. “No llores más mama.” 

The gentleness of his voice made you sob harder. Miguel grabbed the sides of your face with both his hands, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. He caressed your cheeks, before kissing your forehead, then your closed eyes. Your nose, both your cheeks. Finally, he pulled you forward slightly, your chest colliding with his, his lips smashing against yours. 

The kiss was full of love. You knew what Miguel felt without him even uttering a word. You placed your hands on his chest, deepening the kiss. You didn’t want to let go, you wanted to stay right there. Safe in his arms. 

Miguel pulled back, reluctantly, resting his forehead against yours. For a moment, all that was heard was your and Miguel’s breathing. He was warm and cozy, making you sleepy. He pecked your forehead again, before giving you a hug, placing your head in his chest, where his heart rested. One of his hands was cradling the back of your head, while the other rubbed your back. You wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“I love you, you know that right?” He broke the silence.

You hummed, your eyes closed, enjoying the even thump of Miguel’s beating heart. 

Miguel chuckled, making you groan as his body shook. He stepped back, escaping from your embrace. You were about to protest at the loss of contact, until you felt him grab your sides. You opened your eyes, seeing Miguel on his knees in front of you. He was looking up at you, eyes full of love and warmth. 

His face broke in a smile, showing the wrinkles around his eyes that you love. Miguel kissed your stomach over your shirt, still looking at you, and placed his chin there. He engulfed you in an embrace again. 

“Vamos a ser papás.”

You smiled, tears forming in your eyes again. “Yeah we are.” you brushed his hair out of his face, running your hands through his curls. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” he said. He looked at your stomach and whispered. “And I love you too, mi amorcito.” He kissed your belly again, before resting his cheek against it, slumping against you. “I’m sorry I took so long to answer. I was just– processing what it meant.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair. 

“I’m a father again.”

“Yes you are” you smiled down at him.

“Los amo”

“We love you.”

You don’t know how long you spent like that. Miguel sitting on the floor, resting on your stomach while you ran your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. But you wouldn’t change it for anything.

: ̗̀➛𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆!!! 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕!.

𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 (𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆). 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘!!! 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 🥺🥺. 𝑴𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒆.

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ.

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙!! 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤����.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘! 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚!!! 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝐵𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒!! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦

[oharaslove]

Hi there! I was wondering if you can please do a request where Miguel's girlfriend announces to him that she is pregnant and that he is going to be a father?

𝑯𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆!!!! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔!!! 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 🥺🥺. 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑾𝑨𝒀!! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏! 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚!!!

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑁𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛? 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4𝒌 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑥𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦, 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 2099, 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛. 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡?

: ̗̀➛ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

The combination of the coldness of the bed and the sun heating your face stirs you awake. Usually you lay there, wondering how long it was since Miguel left the warmth of your shared bed, but not today. Before you knew it, bile made its way to your mouth. You rushed to the bathroom, emptying your insides in the toilet. You hated vomiting. It was disgusting. It also meant that you had to be careful with what you eat all day. Again, awful. Who doesn’t like to eat whatever they want?

You rest on the bathroom floor, knees to your chest. You hug yourself, waiting. The next round of puke would come, eventually. Meanwhile, you started to think. What was it that you ate last night? Miguel went to work, meaning, he was probably fine. Well, actually, that doesn’t help at all. 

You love your boyfriend, but he is a workaholic. 

However, since you moved in together, he had made a habit of coming home every night. Despite the looming responsibility of taking care of the arachno-humanoid… uhhh. The multiverse, yeah. Whatever that was called. It had a really long name, that it didn’t matter how many times Miguel repeated it to you, it never stuck. 

Besides, every time you talked with some spiders on the rare occasion you stepped on the Spider Society, they called it spider verse or something like that. The only thing that was clear to you was that Miguel didn’t like that definition. He was such a nerd, and you loved that. 

After seeing that your body didn’t have the urge to vomit again and feeling a little bit better, you stood up. You flushed the toilet and proceeded to shower. You couldn’t get much cleaner than that. 

You had puked a lot of times throughout your life. Who hasn’t? However, there was something different about this one. You couldn’t put a pin on it though. You felt… weird. Oftentimes than not, when you vomit, you don’t want to eat anything afterwards. For a couple hours at least. However, this time, you were craving strawberries. Granted, it was one of your favourite fruits, but it was strange nonetheless. 

The occurrence would have been just a bad day, or bad luck, if it weren’t for the following days.  

You have been doing the same routine for three straight days now. Wake up, rush to the toilet, bye bye yesterday’s dinner. You had told Miguel, but his food (same as yours, supposedly) stayed inside of his stomach. Miguel was getting worried, and so were you. You didn’t want to go to the hospital, but if this continued… you had no other option. Besides, Miguel would drag you there himself if you refuse. 

On the fourth day though, that routine was interrupted by a knock on the door. Who was up so early on a Saturday? You were disorientated, your throat still burning with the acid. It took you a couple of seconds to remember that your friend was coming over. Right! As a reminder clicked on your head, you shouted a quick “Coming!”. You cleaned yourself as best and fast as you could, and rushed to the door. 

You opened it, being met with the smiley face of your best friend. 

“Hey…” she started, before shutting her mouth. She stared at you, eyebrows furrowing. “Are you okay?” she asked, worry evident in her voice. “You look like shit.”

“Gee thanks, I love you too.” you answered, moving aside to let her in. 

“What’s wrong?” she pressed, walking in. She took her shoes off and hung her jacket and purse. 

You sighed, closing the door. You were tired. Despite the awesome sleep at nights, emptying your insides  was wearing you down. 

“I puked, again” you emphasized. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“What do you mean again?”

You walked to your couch and plop down. Your friend followed after you. 

“Oh right, I haven’t told you.” you said, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. “This is the fourth morning I vomit”

“Always in the morning?” she questioned, brow furrowed. 

“Yeah…” you trailed, taken aback by the query. “Why? It doesn’t–”

“Girl, really?” she laughed. “For being one of the smartest people I know, you sure don’t seem like it.”

“The hell are you talking about?” you asked.

She laughed. “When was your last period?”

You furrowed your brow. What did that have to do with…

Oh.

OH. 

Your eyes opened like plates. “You don’t think…” your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Don’t panic!” she stated, standing up in a rush and grabbing her things from the rack. “I’m going to run to the farmacy and get you some tests. Oh my god, I’m so excited.”

Your friend put her shoes on at lighting speed and before you could say something else she blew you a kiss and was out of the door. 

 And just like that, you were alone. Or, were you? You looked down at your stomach, pondering the implications. Could you be pregnant?

It was a possibility. You and Miguel… well. You could count with your fingers the amount of nights where you went to bed and straight to sleep last month. How could someone blame you? Anyone would throw themselves at Miguel if they had the chance. You were just lucky. 

The thing was, you used protection all the time. You weren’t on birth control because of the whole hormone shit, which you didn’t like. But you used condoms. Right? 

You stood up, too anxious to just sit around and wait. You paced around your living room, biting your nails, trying to remember if there was a night where you had been reckless. The events of previous nights with Miguel flashed through your head. 

The way he was always careful with you, treating you like you were going to break at any second. Sweet nothings whispered in your year. Spanish words and curses flying out of his mind when he was close. His caresses after it was done. Lips brushing against your naked flesh, leaving goosebumps in its path. 

One night in particular materialized in your head. You had been teasing Miguel all day. Sending him pictures, flirting more than usual, lingering touches here and there. Everything happened so fast. One minute you were in the kitchen, and before you knew it, Miguel had you pinned to the bed. The pace wasn’t the problem. Despite how hungry you were for each other, you two were responsible. 

However, you remembered what Miguel had growled in your ear. You hadn’t paid too much attention to it. You brushed it off as a heat of the moment kind of thing. Miguel was on top of you, caging you with his body. Almost crushing you with his weight. His thrusts had begun to become uneven, signalling he was close. His hands grew desperate, groping and squishing every inch of your body. Incoherent rambles and noises escaped your lips. Miguel’s breath became more ragged. 

He was needy, he needed you more than ever. Miguel loved talking to you while he fucked you. Sometimes, he would say sweet things. Others, he would try to make you remember who you belonged to. Not like you could ever forget. That night was one of those times. Miguel had told you how you were his, how he was going to  make everyone see. He was going to make you pregnant, so everyone could see in your growing belly that you were his, and he was yours. 

You rested your forehead against the nearest wall. Did he really mean it? You were hoping that he was. You wanted children, but did he? You knew about Gabby and how that affected Miguel. He had shown you the videos. Explained to you the consequences. Obviously, being from the same universe and you just being a mere civilian, the stakes weren’t as high. However, you also knew how harsh Miguel was on himself. How he saw the responsibility of being Spiderman. 

You had never talked in depth about what you wanted to do after marriage. Sure, you had joked about having little yous and little Miguels running around the house, but never serious. You lived in a good apartment, but it only had two bedrooms. One which was used as Miguel’s study, for when he had to do some work at home. 

Being pregnant meant a lot of changes. To your body, to your relationship. To your way of life. You started weeping. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you made no effort to clean them. You just let the emotions run through you, letting them out completely. You were so immersed in your thoughts you didn’t hear your friend coming back. 

You jumped back when she placed her hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey,” she whispered. “Everything is going to be fine.”

You just nodded, not trusting your voice. She handed you the bag. Peeking inside, you saw three pregnancy tests. This was it. The moment that would change the course of your life forever, or not. You had never been so anxious for a test. 

You dragged your feet to the bathroom, your friend trailing behind you. She waited outside while you took them. Once you were done, you placed them on the sink. You stared at them, terrified. You couldn’t decide what you wanted. Positive or negative? Either way, you knew you were going to be a crying mess. 

Thank god your friend was there to calm you down. You waited patiently. Those minutes felt like an eternity. 

Your timer went off, startling you. Okay, this was it. This result could change your life forever, or honestly? Crush you. You were so ready, you wanted this, despite the fact that you were also scared of how Miguel was going to react. 

Your friend pushed you forward slightly, urging you to go. You walked slowly, each step weighing more than the last. You closed your eyes on the last part, reaching the sink using your other senses. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. 

Slowly, you opened your eyes, peeking at the tests. Soon, you found out that it wasn’t the brightest idea. Two lines can easily look like one with your eyes barely open. You stared at the three tests, all reading the same. 

Positive. 

You were pregnant. Holy shit!

You turned around, clutching your stomach. Tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“I’m pregnant” you croaked out, a lump forming in your throat. 

Your friend smiled, and hugged you. You buried your face on her shoulder, embracing her tightly. 

“Are we happy?”

You nodded against her form. 

“Good. So there is nothing to worry about. Only maybe looking for a new apartment. Or making this one work, for now.”

You chuckled, pulling back and cleaning your tears with the back of your hands. 

“Yeah, well. And telling Miguel” you sniffed. 

“Pfft, girl please. That man is utterly madly in love with you. He would move heaven and Earth to be with you forever. Besides, he seems like the ‘I want to be a dad type’” she said.

Yeah. He was. Miguel loved being Gabby’s dad. But that was part of the issue, and your friend didn’t know that. 

“Yeah, I know” you mumbled, not sharing your thoughts. 

“So? Let’s celebrate!” she smiled at you, throwing her hands in the air. 

“Maybe later. I really want to tell Miguel and be with him now.”  you said, rubbing your arm. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all! This is a big moment for the both of you.” she answered, taking your hands in hers and squeezing them. “Take your time, tell me how it goes later.”

“Thank you.” you beamed at her. You really won the lottery with this friendship. 

You walked your friend to the door, kissed her goodbye and sent her on her way. Once you closed the door, you started crying again. Happy tears? Who knows. You were overcome with emotions, but the most prominent one was anxiousness. You really wanted to talk to Miguel. Tell him how much this meant for you, and hope for the best. 

You decided that it was best to take this to his territory, the society. It had been a while since you had been there, and you missed it. Besides, you felt that if Miguel needed some time, it would be easier for you to split. If you had called him and forced him to come home, and then he decided to leave, that would break your heart. 

Plus, you also thought that it would be a good idea to take something. Probably food. But first, you had to shower. While cleaning yourself, you decided to make him empanadas from scratch. You had the ingredients at home, you had done it before, and if everything went right, they would be ready by lunch time. Perfect. 

Excitedly, you got to work. Once they were ready, you changed into a nice dress, applied some make up and braced yourself for the talk that was coming.

The building of the Society never failed to amaze you. The whole city of Nueva York was beautiful, but that one had something else. You walked into the building passing like a million Spider-men? Spider-women? Spider-things? You don’t know. At the start of your relationship you would ask for everything. Name, story, universe, whatever you could think of. Miguel never refused, because he trusted you. But after the hundredth Peter Parker, you gave up. Thank god Miguel had Lyla, otherwise he would go crazy.

One of the other perks of being with the boss was that he had adapted part of the building for you. It was initially thought of as a place for Spider people, so there wasn’t really a need for stairs and even floors to walk on. There wasn’t really a ‘correct’ way to walk here. Ceiling? Fine. Walls? Fine. They all probably thought the floor was boring. Which it was, you can’t say you weren’t jealous watching all of them swing around and stick to shit like it was nothing. 

You were grateful for the distraction. 

Each step towards Miguel’s lab was exhausting. Fear crawled its way into your bones. Your hands carrying the boxes of food began to shake, despite the many attempts to stop them. Spider people passed by you, some familiar. They all stared at you, the ones that knew you greeted you. Thankfully, none commented on why you were there, or why you looked so anxious. You could feel beads of sweat running down your neck.

You reached the doors to Miguel’s lab. Closed. Typical. You cleared your throat. It didn’t matter how many times you did it, but talking to thin air while speaking to Lyla without seeing her was mind blowing, and also, a little embarrassing. 

“Umm… Lyla?” you asked, looking around. Where are you supposed to look when talking to an AI that is everywhere?

“Oh hi!” Lyla greeted you, appearing right in front of your face. “What brings you here?”

“Just bringing Miguel some food” you showed her the containers on your hand. 

“Great! He is grumpy as always. This for sure will cheer him up.” She smiled at you, opening the door to the lab.

“He isn’t grumpy.” you defended your boyfriend. “Maybe he has reasons to be so angry around here. He is a big teddy bear.”

Lyla laughed at that. “Oh, don’t make me laugh” she said, cleaning a fake tear from the corner of her eye. “But if you do have embarrassing pictures of him, send them my way.”

“Lyla!” the sound of your boyfriend’s voice cut off your conversation. 

There he was, in his full glory. His platform descending, making him look like a God. Which he was, in your books at least. 

You hurried forward, not even waiting for the platform to reach the bottom.

“Hola mi vida” Miguel smiled at you. 

You jumped on the platform, placing the boxes on the desk before hugging Miguel.

“Someone is excited,” Miguel commented, hugging you back and chuckling. 

“How could I not?” you said, looking up at him. “I have the best boyfriend in the world. Despite the fact he leaves me in a cold bed” you pouted. 

“Mmm.. if I remember correctly, you knew exactly what you were signing for.” he teased, bending down to peck your lips. 

You got into your tiptoes, helping him. You hummed into the kiss. “Yeah, maybe. I’m just so crazy about you.”

“I’m the crazy one.”

Just as you were about to kiss again, you heard a camera click. Miguel pulled back and whipped his head towards the sound. “Lyla!” 

The AI disappeared in a fit of laughter. You giggled too.

“I’m not going to hear the end of this.” Miguel mumbled, peeling himself off of you. “What brings you here anyway?”

The question took you back to reality. You weren’t there just for fun. You had something important to say. 

“I– umm” you began. “I brought you empanadas!” you turned around and picked the boxes quickly, almost dropping them. 

“What did you do?” Miguel asked, hands on his hips. He smirked. 

“Nothing!”

“Mmm..” Miguel eyed you, but took the boxes nonetheless. He opened the first one and smelled it. “This smells so good. Gracias beba.” He pecked your forehead quickly, before putting the first empanada in his mouth. 

“So…” you began. “What are you doing?” 

“Besides the usual, you mean?” Miguel asked. He arched his brow.

“Yeah!”

He finished the rest of the empanada before setting the box down. 

“Okay, you are acting weird. What’s wrong?” his whole attention on you know. His sharp, red eyes staring at you.

“What do you mean? I’m perfectly fine. Perfectly normal.” you lied. You couldn’t tell him, not now. 

“Yeah, and I’m the funniest Spider-man” he said sarcastically. 

You bit your lip. Your hands were sweaty. You could feel tears forming in your eyes, blurring your sight. 

“I–” you swallowed heavily. “I– I can’t, I can’t say it.” You shut your eyes, tears spilling out. 

“Shh mi amor. Why are you crying?”

Miguel cradled your face, wiping the tears of your cheek. 

“Look at me beba. I hate seeing you cry”

You opened your eyes slowly. You were met by Miguel’s loving gaze. You cried harder. Miguel pulled you into a hug. You buried your face into his chest while he rubbed your back. 

“Shh it’s okay. Whatever it is, we will work it out together. Like we always do.”

You shook your head. 

“No?” He asked. “Why? Please tell me.”

You could hear the worry in his voice. You hated it. But you were also terrified of him leaving you. 

“I’m scared,” you confessed. 

“Of me?” Miguel said, barely above a whisper. 

You looked up quickly, seeing his hurt face. 

“No no, I could never be scared of you” you placed your hand on his cheek. “I love you more than anything.”

He nuzzled against it, kissing your open palm.

“So tell me.”

You stared at his face for a while, seeing how soft he looked at that moment. You couldn’t grasp how someone could be scared of him. Curse you for using that word. You knew how much that affected him. How he viewed himself. You trailed his features with your eyes, burning in your memory how he looked. If this was the last time… you wanted to remember everything. 

You stepped back, detaching yourself from Miguel. You took a deep breath, calming down. 

“I’m–” you began, your voice wobbly. “I’m pregnant.”

Everything stopped. Miguel took a step back, staring at you with wide eyes. 

The air in the lab grew thicker. That, or you were hyperventilating. It was harder to breathe. Every passing second Miguel didn’t answer, a million thoughts ran through your head. 

That’s it. He was going to shout at you and tell you to leave. 

No! He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t be mean. Don’t think like everyone did. You know Miguel, the real Miguel. The man who cares. The man who despite being angry at you, found the time to make sure you are okay. Miguel, who made you meals and did things he didn’t like because of you. 

He could not want children, but he would never leave you stranded. Fencing by yourself. 

“You–” Miguel began, breaking the silence. “You are pregnant?”

You bit your lip, and nodded. You couldn’t trust your voice. 

Miguel stumbled back, crashing into his desk. He rested against it, rubbing his face. 

“Miguel?” you said quietly. “Please say something.”

A minute passed. 

Nothing. 

Sadness bubbled inside of you. You were crying again. You felt like you were about to lose the love of your life. Trying to make things better, you started to ramble. 

“It’s just–” your voice broke, sobs escaping your mouth. “I know how hard it was for you with Gabby. How much she meant to you. And, I want this baby, I really do!” you cried, doing your best effort to stare at his face while talking. “And– and, I don’t know what you want. I don’t– I can’t live without you. I want you and this” you placed your hand in your belly. “I want to be a family, with you. But I– I’m scared” you sobbed, looking down. 

You heard Miguel walk towards you, and then his fingers under your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. “Mi amor” he whispers. “No llores más mama.” 

The gentleness of his voice made you sob harder. Miguel grabbed the sides of your face with both his hands, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. He caressed your cheeks, before kissing your forehead, then your closed eyes. Your nose, both your cheeks. Finally, he pulled you forward slightly, your chest colliding with his, his lips smashing against yours. 

The kiss was full of love. You knew what Miguel felt without him even uttering a word. You placed your hands on his chest, deepening the kiss. You didn’t want to let go, you wanted to stay right there. Safe in his arms. 

Miguel pulled back, reluctantly, resting his forehead against yours. For a moment, all that was heard was your and Miguel’s breathing. He was warm and cozy, making you sleepy. He pecked your forehead again, before giving you a hug, placing your head in his chest, where his heart rested. One of his hands was cradling the back of your head, while the other rubbed your back. You wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“I love you, you know that right?” He broke the silence.

You hummed, your eyes closed, enjoying the even thump of Miguel’s beating heart. 

Miguel chuckled, making you groan as his body shook. He stepped back, escaping from your embrace. You were about to protest at the loss of contact, until you felt him grab your sides. You opened your eyes, seeing Miguel on his knees in front of you. He was looking up at you, eyes full of love and warmth. 

His face broke in a smile, showing the wrinkles around his eyes that you love. Miguel kissed your stomach over your shirt, still looking at you, and placed his chin there. He engulfed you in an embrace again. 

“Vamos a ser papás.”

You smiled, tears forming in your eyes again. “Yeah we are.” you brushed his hair out of his face, running your hands through his curls. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” he said. He looked at your stomach and whispered. “And I love you too, mi amorcito.” He kissed your belly again, before resting his cheek against it, slumping against you. “I’m sorry I took so long to answer. I was just– processing what it meant.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair. 

“I’m a father again.”

“Yes you are” you smiled down at him.

“Los amo”

“We love you.”

You don’t know how long you spent like that. Miguel sitting on the floor, resting on your stomach while you ran your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. But you wouldn’t change it for anything.

: ̗̀➛𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆!!! 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕!.

𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 (𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆). 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘!!! 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 🥺🥺. 𝑴𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒆.

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ.

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙!! 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘! 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚!!! 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝐵𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒!! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦

[oharaslove]

Little adjustment on the time. But stay tuned!!! New Beginnings at 10 p.m or 22:00 at CEST time! (Spain time).

Posting Schedule

So, this is for me to force myself to write and for you to know (if you are interested). Which probably no one is, but whatever.

Masterlist - AO3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ New Beginnings (Request) - TODAY!! Sunday, 6th of April 22:00 Spain Time (10 p.m CEST)

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Reader tells Miguel she is pregnant

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Firsts (Bonus The One and Only) - Sunday, 13th of April

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ

A series of firsts (sex stuff) with Miggy. Examples: Miguel eating you out for the first time, shower, etc.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Just a Theory (One-Shot) - Sunday, 20th of April

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ

Threesome between reader, Miguel and Jayce Talis (Arcane)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Changes (Blurb) - Wednesday, 23rd of April

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

No one knows you and Miguel are dating. They could never imagine it. BUT, they start noticing weird changes in Miguel's lab that suggest he doesn't spend so much time alone as they initially think. Basically, Jess, Peter B and maybe the Spider Gang, noticing some things laying around that appeared gradually in Miguel's lab. It's from their point of view.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Wednesday, 30th of April

Please vote!

Symbols and Meanings

Fluff: ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 Smut: ୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ Angst: ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐 Hurt/Comfort: ૮ ˶︶^︶˶ ა🧸🐇<3

[oharaslove]

🥺🥺🥺🥺

Now they're parents 🧍🏻‍♀️

She is allergic to fur and loves puppies 😩💗

[oharaslove]

This so cuttteee

And I second, Miguel is a bitter. Period

MY OCXCANON IS BACK

[oharaslove]

HIII!!!!

As some of you have seen, I made a post about my posting schedule. Basically, everything I'm going to post in April.

I may disappear in May (well, I will disappear, because I have finals). But, anyway. The thing is that I want to leave you with a final post on April 30th (not forever, I'm going to start posting again in June, and hopefully, I can start the long long awaited series. The soulmate one).

The thing is, I have two ideas that have been in my head for ages and I can't decide. SO YOU CHOOSE!

Cold

summary: Many people in the spider society see you as cold, mainly because they don't know you well. What happens when Miguel notices how much this view of yourself affects you? tags: It would be a combination of angst, hurt/comfort and fluff. Happy ending!

Too late

summary: you have a crush on Miguel. Some may say you even love him. You haven't been obvious about it, but you don't hide it either. Does Miguel know? Or does he realise too late? tags: hurt, no comfort. (I've realise that everything I've written has a happy ending. I want to make you sad a little, hehehe)

This would be posted 30th of April!!! If you like both ideas, do not worry! They'll be posted eventually. It is just to see what comes first. So VOTE!

[oharaslove]

Oh that f**ker. But him grinning at me would make me clench my thighs honestly. I would jump in the bed and say, come lay down then. And then press myself against him. Flushed

Hear me out: coach! Miguel x single parent reader.

Coach! Miguel! Who has a new kid joining up for his soccer team, and while he's watching the kid play he realizes that this kid has potential- a lot of it.

Coach! Miguel who starts wanting to do more practice outside of regular play hours so he can help strengthen and teach this new kid

Coach! Miguel who ends up meeting you when you go to pick your son up from practice only to be met by the walking wet dream of

Coach! Miguel who stops in his tracks upon seeing you, not because you're hot, well you are hot... really hot....but because he can tell just why this kid has potential.

Coach! Miguel who gets invited over to dinner at your place when a soccer match runs particularly late, and after your son is sent to bed you and him stay up talking on the couch

Coach! Miguel who realizes after a couple months that your son is doing amazing and he's definitely looking forward to helping him grow- he's growing more invested into you.

Coach! Miguel who lets you join the teams out-of-state match (their first one!) because he needed another chaperone... no other reason

Coach! Miguel who 'accidently' books only one room for the two of you... with one bed. As you're struggling trying to find accommodation for you-a couch, a spare bed, anything, Miguel turns to you with a grin and says

"Looks like you'll be sleeping with me then, princesa"

[oharaslove]

Posting Schedule

So, this is for me to force myself to write and for you to know (if you are interested). Which probably no one is, but whatever.

Masterlist - AO3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ New Beginnings (Request) - Sunday, 6th of April

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Reader tells Miguel she is pregnant

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Firsts (Bonus The One and Only) - Sunday, 13th of April

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ

A series of firsts (sex stuff) with Miggy. Examples: Miguel eating you out for the first time, shower, etc.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Just a Theory (One-Shot) - Sunday, 20th of April

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Threesome between reader, Miguel and Jayce Talis (Arcane)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Changes (Blurb) - Wednesday, 23rd of April

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

No one knows you and Miguel are dating. They could never imagine it. BUT, they start noticing weird changes in Miguel's lab that suggest he doesn't spend so much time alone as they initially think. Basically, Jess, Peter B and maybe the Spider Gang, noticing some things laying around that appeared gradually in Miguel's lab. It's from their point of view.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 30th of April

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Symbols and Meanings

Fluff: ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 Smut: ୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ Angst: ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐 Hurt/Comfort: ૮ ˶︶^︶˶ ა🧸🐇<3

[oharaslove]

HIII!!!!

As some of you have seen, I made a post about my posting schedule. Basically, everything I'm going to post in April.

I may disappear in May (well, I will disappear, because I have finals). But, anyway. The thing is that I want to leave you with a final post on April 30th (not forever, I'm going to start posting again in June, and hopefully, I can start the long long awaited series. The soulmate one).

The thing is, I have two ideas that have been in my head for ages and I can't decide. SO YOU CHOOSE!

Cold

summary: Many people in the spider society see you as cold, mainly because they don't know you well. What happens when Miguel notices how much this view of yourself affects you? tags: It would be a combination of angst, hurt/comfort and fluff. Happy ending!

Too late

summary: you have a crush on Miguel. Some may say you even love him. You haven't been obvious about it, but you don't hide it either. Does Miguel know? Or does he realise too late? tags: hurt, no comfort. (I've realise that everything I've written has a happy ending. I want to make you sad a little, hehehe)

This would be posted 30th of April!!! If you like both ideas, do not worry! They'll be posted eventually. It is just to see what comes first. So VOTE!

[oharaslove]

Heyyy

I love your stories so so much

I was wondering if you could do one where reader and Miguel love each other so much but reader moved abroad.

They both stayed in touch getting intimate in the beginning but after a while he started dating readers friend

Reader is devastated when she finds out and distances herself from him.

Theyy reconnect online and they both find out that they’ve been yearning for each other all that time and they have spicy time together over the phone .

They both feel guilty because Miguel is still with readers friend and they decide to speak online every so often because they both genuinely don’t want to be away from each other .

My theory for them is that they’re endgame but life put them apart for a while as a way to learn ( reader is anxiously attached and Miguel is avoidant)

Feel free to freestyle

Thank you 🩷

Hi anon!!! I'm so glad you like my stories!!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I hope that the wait is worth it.

This is so spicy, I like it hehehe. I mean, obviously I don't condone cheating in any way, but like come on. One, we know Miguel is canonically a cheater (comic Miguel I'm looking at you), and Two, girl, what did you expect dating your bf's ex-boyfriend? Honestly, I would lose all respect for my friend if she ever did this, so fuck her hahaha.

Anyway... let's get into it!

Summary: You and Miguel used to date but life pulled you apart. What happens when after not talking for months you two reconnect online? Word count: 6.2k Tags: MiguelxFem!Reader, Miguel O'hara AU, cheater!Miguel O'hara (Reader's friend is a bitch, so whatever), Phone sex Warnings: Cheating (obvs), Masturbation (fem and male), dirty talk all over the place.

✎masterlist✎ ✎AO3✎

𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐

You don’t value what you have until you lose it. That’s what everyone says, right?

Well, in the same way, you don’t realize how much you love someone until he is more than 5,000 kilometers away. How your heart yearns for him, getting goosebumps in your skin when you remember how he used to touch you. Kiss you. 

But, can all that love survive distance? Time differences? Can a person madly in love, with the need to hold its partner close every chance they have, keep going back to the person who constantly avoids them?

You and Miguel were highschool sweethearts. You loved him with all your heart, and you knew he loved you too. You just… had different ways of expressing it. 

While you were always trying to be by his side, shower him with love and appreciation, Miguel sometimes avoided you. Not entirely. Is not like he would see you in a corridor and pass right through you without even saying ‘Hi’, but more in the way of you wanting to spend every free time you had together, while he preferred other things. 

You always wondered why it was, but after learning about his upbringing, everything became clear. Miguel didn’t think he was capable of love, he never thought he deserved it. Deserve you. 

You understood, or at least tried to. Although, it didn’t help that Miguel wasn’t communicative. If you thought you weren’t capable of being loved, you would like the other person to show you that you were wrong, that it was okay. That you could be appreciated. Loved. Be taken care of. 

But Miguel…. Well, it worked out, you don’t know how, but you two worked out. You didn’t want to leave him, because you loved him, and he didn’t want to leave you because, even though he always thought you deserved better, he was selfish. He wanted you, and no one else could have you. 

Everything came tumbling down when you graduated. Miguel and you were the best of your class. While he decided to stay in Nueva York and continue his studies in Alchemax school, you had other plans. 

No one knew about them, not even Miguel. With how possessive but at the same time avoidant that he was, you didn’t want to tell him.

You wanted, no, needed this. It was your dream, and even though you loved your boyfriend and would trust him with anything, you felt like letting him know would bring to a stop your plans. Sour them and your mood. And even… your relationship. 

Of course, that happened eventually. 

You got what you wanted. To study abroad. Oxford had given you the opportunity to have an interview with them, and you took it. You didn’t expect anything from them, didn’t think you would hear back from college, but you did. 

You got in, but at what cost?

It was mid June. You were hanging out with Miguel when you got the call. You two were having a picnic in Central Park, the last few places with green in the stoic city. Your head was laying in his chest, his arms around you. The last time you had felt them hold you, the last time you had felt his warmth against your body. 

You didn’t recognize the number, but you answered anyway, having a gut feeling that it was important. You sat up, your attention fully on the caller. Miguel watched you, his face puzzled. 

“Yes, yes, thank you!” you said excitedly. “I’ll be there. Thank you again for the opportunity.”

You hung up the phone smiling. You could feel happy tears in your eyes. 

“Job offer, preciosa?” guessed Miguel, reaching to play with your hair.

Right! Miguel. He didn’t know. 

“I–” you bit your lip. “Not exactly”

“So…. college?” 

You breathed in deeply. “Yeah… umm” you looked down, playing with the hem of your shirt. “It… it was Oxford. I.. I got in” You looked to the side, avoiding his gaze. 

You could feel Miguel’s stare in the side of your face. A minute went by, neither of you spoke or moved. The air was thick, you were finding it hard to breathe. You knew that hell would break loose at any moment. 

“Oxford?” Miguel said in disbelief, sitting up slowly. Resting his body weight on his arms. 

Here we go…

“Yes.”

“Oxford?!” Miguel said louder. “As in Oxford, England?”

You pressed your mouth shut. Your silence was enough to answer the question. 

“I can’t believe you” Miguel stood up in a second, turning his back to you. You still didn’t dare to look at him. 

You could hear Miguel muttering words in Spanish. Some you couldn’t decipher, but they were mostly curses, which you didn’t know if they were directed to you. 

Miguel ran his hand through his hair. He turned around.

“You are moving abroad?” he asked, breaking the silence. 

“Yes” you said, barely above a whisper.

“Look at me. If you have the guts to leave me behind, at least have the balls to stare at my face.”

You didn’t move. 

“Look at me!” he shouted with.. Fury? Disbelief? Betrayal? You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to find out.

You looked at him reluctantly. Tears pricking your eyes. 

“Oh, don’t you dare,” he said, greeting his teeth, pointing at you. “Don’t you dare cry. You are the one leaving.”

You stood up, anger now bubbling inside of you. 

“Yes, and what?”

“And what?!”

“Yes, what?” you repeated. “You knew this was my dream. Or you would have if you cared.”

“You think I don’t care?”

“Sometimes it feels like that”

“Well, I do care. You aren’t leaving.” he stated.

“Excuse you?!”

“You heard me” he crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

“That is not your decision to make. This is my life. Mine,” you pointed to your chest. “Not yours” you shoved your index finger in his chest. 

“I’m your boyfriend. Don’t I have a say in this?”

“Did I have a say in your college decision? No! So you don’t either”

“That’s not even fair! I stayed in Nueva York, you are leaving!” he grabbed the sides of his head, as if not believing you are arguing against him. “And I’m not talking about leaving the state. You are leaving the country!” 

You bit your lip. He had a point, and you knew it. 

“We can work things out” You mumbled, searching for his eyes. Those beautiful brown orbs you learned to love. 

“Work things out…?” he repeated slowly. “Work things out” he left out a sarcastic laugh turning around and running a hand through his face. “And how do you expect us to do that, huh?”

“I don’t know, but–” you stammered.

“You don’t know,” he laughed again. He placed his hands on his hips, giving you a full view of his back muscles. “So much for someone who got into Oxford”

“What’s that supposed to mean”

“Nothing. Forget it. Forget me for that matter” Quickly he turned around and grabbed his jacket from the floor, putting it on. 

“Miguel, wait!” you begged. “Let’s talk about this. Please!”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You already decided for the both of us. Goodbye” He grabbed the rest of his things and left, and you just stared as his figure became smaller and smaller, walking towards the horizon. 

Your feet were glued to the floor, you couldn’t move. You looked at the spot where he had just been for what felt like hours, before crumbling down to the floor, crying. Tears came down like a river, wetting your cheek and running down your jaw. Sobs broke out of your mouth. You curled in a ball on the floor, clutching your stomach. 

What have you done?

The next few weeks after the fight with Miguel went by in a blur. You wished you could say that with all the packing and planning you weren’t thinking of Miguel, but that would be a lie. Everything reminded you of him. His clothes in your closet, the gifts he made you through the years that you always kept, pictures, memories. Everything. 

You thought that Oxford was all you ever wanted, but… your heart was aching for Miguel. You wanted to call him, cry, beg him for a chance to make things right. If you had told him from the beginning, would things have turned out differently? You hoped so. 

You knew Miguel loved you, and he would understand. But you did things wrong, and you couldn’t blame him for avoiding you; for being angry and feeling betrayed. Hell, you would probably feel the same if things were the other way around. Though, you also needed him to answer one of your calls. You yearned for him. 

You wanted to hear his voice, at least one last time before leaving. 

You heard a knock in your front door, but you didn’t pay much attention to it. You knew your mom would answer it, you weren’t expecting anything anyway. So, you carried on packing the things you wanted to take with you to the U.K. 

“Darling!” your mom called. “Could you come down for a second?”

You huffed. You knew that if you stopped now, you would take a long rest and not finish till tomorrow. But your mom’s voice seemed urgent, so you decided to go down. 

“Coming!” you called, using the back of your hand to clean the sweat on your brow. 

You rushed down the stairs, but stopped dead in your tracks seeing the person standing in front of the front door.

“Miguel?” you said in disbelief.

“I’ll leave you to it.” your mom said, sending a smile your way.

You continued going down the remaining steps, slowly this time, eyeing Miguel. You wanted to cry and jump into his arms, but you held back. His body language wasn’t of someone who was happy to see you again. He had his hands in his back pockets, his gaze avoiding yours. 

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you answered, scanning his face. 

He breathed in and exhaled deeply, brazing himself for the conversation ahead. 

“I’m sorry for the way I reacted last time, I–” he started.

“It’s okay,” you cut him off. “I would have reacted the same way. I don’t blame you.” 

At that, he met your eyes, and gave you a tight smile.

“Is that all?” you said, hopeful. You hoped he was there to tell you that you could work things out. Yeah, it was a lot of distance, but your love could stand it, or so you thought. 

“No, I–” he bit his lip, looking down, shuffling his feet. “I’ve been thinking…”

“About?”

“Us” he stared at you again, his eyes burning holes in your own. 

“Us?”

“Yes, I– I thought about what you said. About working things out, and… I don’t know if we can”

Your heart shattered at the words. What, what did he mean? Was he breaking up with you?

“Oh?” you hugged yourself, suddenly feeling cold. 

“Is not that I don’t love you. I do!” His arms reached for you, but stopped halfway. He clenched his fists, pressing his eyes shut. “It's because I'm doing this.”

“Doing what? Breaking up?” you asked in disbelief. 

“Yes prec–” he cut himself off. “Yes. We will be busy with college and all. Plus the time difference. You will be better off without me.”

You scoffed, you couldn’t believe him. 

“You said I was deciding for the both of us,” you looked away. “Looks like you are doing the same”

“It is for the best,” he shifted, looking to meet your eyes. “You need someone to be there for you. I can’t be that someone.”

You sniffled, tears now running down your cheeks. You didn’t even realized when you began crying. 

You wiped the tears with the back of your hand. “We can still be friends, right?”

“Of course. We’ll text when we can”

“Okay”

“Okay”

Silence consumed the space between the two of you. You continued staring at the wall, while feeling Miguel’s eyes on you. 

“Alright.” he said, placing his hands in his pockets. “Have a safe flight”

“Thanks” you said, kind of bitterly. 

Miguel opened his mouth, trying to say something else, but he closed it, without uttering a sound. He turned around, opened the door and left, leaving you there trying to process what just happened. 

You’ve been a fool thinking Miguel was going to go with you to the airport to see you off. Your heart had wished, even though your head knew he wasn’t going to show. Your friends were there, telling you what a stupid asshole he was. That you would find a cute, handsome British man in no time and you wouldn’t think about Miguel. Not even for a second. 

You wanted to believe them. Laughed at their jokes, at their attempts to make you feel better. But, deep down, you knew Miguel was more than just a mere boyfriend. He was so much more, and you didn’t think you would get over him in a long, long time. And, a selfish part of you, hoped he wouldn’t get over you either. You, foolishly, yearned for the idea of meeting up again. Destiny was going to put you in his path again, and you would live happily forever. It didn’t matter when, just that it would happen. 

So, you boarded the plane with that idea in mind. The dream intensified when, before activating airplane mode, you received a text from Miguel. 

Miguel ❤️ ---Safe flight

That single text fueling your deep desires.

As Miguel promised, well not promised per se, but agreed, you two texted, when it was possible. Unfortunately, as he predicted, you two were busy. The first month went well, texting and calling almost three times a week. Even… some calls turn into some heated things. Neither of you wanted to address it, but those weren’t friends calls. They were something else. 

You didn’t mind though. That was what you wanted. You never wanted to break up, so it was perfect. Still, there was a barrier. You knew Miguel wasn’t your boyfriend, and 90% of the time, you didn’t treat him or talk to him like he was, but during those calls… it seemed like you were back in highschool. Everything was so present, so vivid in your mind. 

However, the semester’s became harder. More and more assignments, tests, projects. You could barely keep up with your social life in London, let alone with the few friends you had back in the States. So, the calls were no more. Conversations fell short. Texting from time to time, when you found the time. Sometimes, not even in real time, given the different time zones. 

It was no surprise when you had no contact at all with Miguel. You never reached him, and he didn’t try to reach you. You only knew what was happening back home with the occasional story he posted on Instagram.

Your friends kept in contact though. You texted from time to time, and they were more active on Instagram, so you could comment on their posts and reply to their stories. One of them, really sheepishly, told you she was seeing someone. You didn’t understand why at the time, maybe because your break up with Miguel was really fresh, which was nice of her. But she was your best friend, of course you would be happy for her despite your own heartbreak. 

You tried to pry information out of her, but she never relented. She was really secretive, which turned on an alarm in the back of your brain, but you trusted her, so you brushed it off. 

What you didn’t expect was her hard launching the mysterious man on Instagram. First, the betrayal of not telling your best friend first, before telling the whole world, basically. Secondly, the man was Miguel. Your Miguel. 

The Miguel she knew you were still in love with. The same man who broke your heart, who you hoped would never get over you. The love of your life. Tears ran down your cheeks seeing the post. His hands, the same hands that once couldn’t detach themselves from your flesh, were now around her body. His smile was as bright as you remembered, but now looking down at her, with the same look you knew all too well. 

He got over you so quickly.  Your head couldn’t comprehend why. Your body didn’t know how to feel. Sad. Betrayed. Angry. Everything came crashing down at once. All you could do was block them from every socials, not wanting to say something that you would regret someday. 

And so, all your friendships and love from home was gone. 

You tried to continue your life like nothing happened, but it was hard. Every time your mom or dad texted you, you were reminded of the things occurring back home. Your mind is wondering how your friend and Miguel were doing. Did he treat her the same way as he did with you? Did he see you when looking at her?

You would be lying if you said those thoughts weren’t consuming you. Draining the little amount of energy you had left after University. You barely went out. Your friends here begged you to go with them to a club. They didn’t know the whole story, but they could sense something was bothering you. And, what better remedy than getting shitfaced and maybe making out with a stranger. That would for sure get your mind off Miguel, or so you thought.

So, you gave it a try one day. Before going to the club, you met up with your friends to get ready, and start drinking, of course. You had never drank before, so after a few shots, you were already tipsy, which wasn’t a good combination with the turmoil of emotions that were bubbling inside of you. Waiting for the moment to come out. Explode. 

And they did. Blame it on the alcohol, on the misery, on the jealousy maybe. But your mind had no better idea than unblock Miguel and put him in your close friends list. You never really posted much, but that day you wanted to show everything. And you meant everything. Even the guy… What was his name again? Oh, you didn’t remember, but it really didn’t matter. 

You were drunk, but not that much. You really didn’t plan to go back to his place. You just danced with him a little, filming it for your story. What were you looking for? You don’t even know. Is not like you were hoping Miguel would get jealous. No, not at all. 

But, you didn’t expect to kiss this guy. He made the move, and you didn’t back away. Your brain was too hazy to react in time. The kiss wasn’t unpleasant, per say, but your mind wandered back to Miguel. How his full lips felt against yours, his taste. And the one you were feeling right now wasn’t his. You pulled back, pushing at his chest, gasping. 

“I’m sorry” you said, loudly so he could hear you above the music. You ran out, the club feeling suffocating. You could hardly breathe. Your eyes weren’t able to focus properly. As best as you could, you texted one of your friends, letting them know you were okay. 

“This was such a bad idea” you mumbled under your breath, once you had calmed down. The cold air hit your face, getting you out of that foggy state. You groaned, only imagining the hangover you were going to have tomorrow, soured your spirits. 

You debated between walking back to your dorm or taking a cab. You weren’t too far off, and the walk could help you clear your head. So you went by foot. You tried to be alert as possible, but everything seemed quiet. Great. More time between you and your confused thoughts. What the hell were you thinking? Maybe that was the issue. You weren’t. 

Your train of thoughts was cut off by a notification on your phone. Thinking it was your friends replying to your text or asking where you were, you looked. It wasn’t. It was an Instagram DM from none other than Miguel. 

Your feet froze. Fuck. 

What were you supposed to do now? You didn’t know why you had unblocked him in the first place. A part of you just wanted to run, block him again and get him out of your life. He deserved it. How dare he date one of your friends?

However, the most sentimental part of your being wanted him back. As you said, he was the love of your life, and part of you still believed it. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You knew that if you answered… there was no going back. For better or for worse. 

You opened Instagram, checking your DMs. Miguel had replied to one of the stories of your close friends. It was the one of you dancing with that guy. Ugh, just the thought of his lips against yours made you want to vomit. 

The text read: “Hope you had fun”

You furrowed your eyebrows. Were you reading too much into it, or was he jealous? No. No, he couldn’t. Miguel had no right. He was taken. Why would he? But, what if he was? You decided to test the waters. 

You “I did! As much as you are having with “

Your fingers froze. Writing her name felt…wrong. So you just settled with:

You “I did! As much as you are having with her” Miguel It isn’t much then

Oh. Oh. He was jealous. You giggled to yourself. This was so wrong, but it felt so right. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as the first day you had talked to Miguel. 

You Well… you are right. He was nothing compared to you. 

You knew the implications the text had. You just kissed, but you were hoping Miguel thought you had done something else. You were throwing fuel to a fire, and you knew it. But, what could go wrong?

Miguel Unblock me, now. I need to call you. 

Shit. You weren’t expecting this. 

Give me a second. 

You rushed to your dorm. Excitement cursing through your whole body. Could this be one of those calls. The calls you had in September? Where you were just friends, but didn’t behave quite like it. You sure were hoping so. 

You fumbled with the keys to your door. Your frenzy state prevented you from functioning properly. You managed to open the door, rushing inside and closing it behind you. You rested your back and head against it, catching your breath. Your chest was going up and down rapidly. You didn’t know if it was from the sprint you just did or the anticipation. 

You pulled out your phone, unblocking Miguel’s number. 

Just a few seconds later, you saw his name pop up on your screen. He was calling. This was it. You swallowed heavily, sweat running down your neck, sending chills down your spine. Stay calm, you thought, it is just a call. 

You answered, placing your phone in your year. 

“Hello?” you mumbled. 

“Hola preciosa” he said, his voice deep and raspy. It was late in the States too, maybe he was in his bed. Oh, how you wish he was. FUCK.

“Princesa?”

“Oh, yeah…” you cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m here”

He chuckled. 

“How are you?”

“Fine” You said, trying to sound as normal as possible. Even though you weren’t fine, not at all. 

“You sure?” he taunted. 

What did he want you to say? No, Miguel, I miss you so so much, every day apart from you is hell. You weren’t going to fall that hard. The tone of his voice made your anger come out. The one emotion you repressed for so long. 

“What do you want me to say Miguel? That I’ve missed you?” You spat, probably with more venom that you had intended. 

The other end of the line went silent. Good. It gave you time to think. To regain your composure. 

You started pacing in front of your bed. Thank god you didn’t have a roommate. This situation would be so uncomfortable to explain. 

You could hear Miguel’s thoughts from across the phone. His breathing, how he exhaled from his mouth. He was opening it and closing it for sure, not knowing what to say. You bit your fingernails, waiting. You were about to cry, you could feel the sting behind your eyes. Your lip wobbling.

“I’m an asshole” He stated, breaking the silence. 

“This is why you wanted to call?” You laughed. “To tell me things I already know?”

“Yes, No, No!” Miguel hurried. “I… I wanted to hear your voice. I needed it” He finished, barely above a whisper, as too embarrassed to let it out. 

“Well, now you have. Bye Miguel”

“Wait! Please,” he cried. “I miss you”

You bit your lip, the words ‘I miss you too’ threatening to escape out. A single tear rolled down your cheek. The dam was about to break. You didn’t know how much more you could stop the inevitable. 

“I–” your mouth felt dry. You could sense Miguel at the other end of the line waiting, expecting, hoping you felt the same. “Miguel…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just–”

“I miss you too” you cried, tears running down your face now, the water breaking the barriers. You weren’t even bothering to hide your sniffling and your trembling voice. 

“Shhh baby. I didn’t want to make you cry.”

“It’s okay,” you sniffled. “I just… I just wish you were here.”

“Me too preciosa”

“You don’t mean that”

“Yes I–”

“No you don’t!” you screamed, probably waking up your neighbours. “You don't,” you repeated softly. “You are with… with her now. She is–”

“Nothing” Miguel finished your sentence for you. “She is nothing compared to you.”

“Then why?”

“I was desperate. Clinging to the thought of you.”

“So you decided to date my friend?”

“I said I was an asshole didn’t I” he laughed, trying to ease the tension. 

“You are more than that”

“I know. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “Yeah, well. That worked perfectly for you.”

“I’m sorry”

“It doesn’t matter how many times you say that. It doesn’t erase what you did.”

“I know”

“So what?” you hugged yourself, feeling vulnerable. “That’s all?”

“No. No it isn’t. There is something else.”

“What?” you said, rolling your eyes. 

“Where are you?”

You looked around confused. “Why?”

“Just answer”

“My bedroom…?”

“Perfect” You heard some shuffling coming from the phone. “Lay in bed for me, would you?”

What? Why? You were perfectly comfortable talking on your feet. What exactly…

Oh. Oh. 

“You said he was nothing like me, right? Well, you must be unsatisfied.”

Realization hit you like a train. You bit your lip to suppress a smile, failing. You giggled excitedly before jumping in bed and getting comfortable, kicking your shoes in the process. 

“Someone’s excited”

“Oh shut up, as if you aren’t”

“Never said I wasn’t”

“For the record. I’m not unsatisfied. We didn’t do anything. Well, maybe just a little kiss.”

Miguel growled. Good. You liked teasing him a little. 

“He shouldn’t have touched you. Any part of you.”

“Says the man touching someone else.”

“Would you drop that?”

“Would you drop her?” The words escaped your mouth before you could think about what you were saying. You covered your mouth with your hand, your eyes wide. 

“For you?” Miguel asked. “I would do that and more.”

You smiled from behind your hand. You dropped your arm to your stomach. 

“Prove it then”

“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice somehow becoming lower. 

“Oh please,” you teased. “As if you haven’t watched that story a billion times.”

He laughed. 

“You caught me. You looked really pretty in that dress.”

“Mmm”

“Hike it up for me, past your hips”

Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine that the hands touching your body weren’t your own, but his. Hands you knew too well. Hands that knew your body inside out, that could coax sounds and reactions out of you as if it was second nature. It was difficult, his hands and yours were so different. 

You missed them. His hands. His big, big hands. How only one of his fingers made you feel full. How he touched you, and you could feel how rough they were, a stark contrast against your skin. How they always seemed to be warm, no matter the temperature outside. 

You pulled the hem of your dress up, arching your back, lifting your ass off the bed to make the job easier. Which wasn't easy to begin with given you were holding your phone with the other hand. 

“I’m sure you look so pretty right now.” Miguel purred. “So beautiful, spread out for me. Right?”

“Yes Miguel” you breathed out. 

“Mmm. Tell me, how wet are you?” He murmured

You didn’t even have to touch yourself to know. The minute you saw his name on your screen, arousal pooled in your panties. 

“So wet Miggy. Only for you.”

He groaned at that. From the other end of the phone, you could hear some rustling. Sheets shifting, clothes being pulled down. 

“Miggy…?”

“Si preciosa?”

“Are you–” you swallowed hard. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Not yet, but I plan to. Listening to your pretty sounds.”

The confirmation of what was about to happen made you clench your thighs together. You ran your free hand down your body. Starting from your neck, down the valley of your breasts over the fabric of your dress. You continued downwards, reaching the hem of your panties. You touched your clit through the fabric. The friction made you shiver. You let out a shaky breath. 

“Uh uh uh, I didn’t say you could touch what’s mine.” Miguel said

“Please Miguel” you begged. At this point you didn’t care how you sounded, you needed him to let you touch yourself. To let you imagine it was him between your thighs. Miguel making you reach your orgasm. For a moment, you wanted to believe he was right there with you, not 5,000 km away. 

“Spread your thighs,” Miguel instructed. “Ran your index finger through your center, above your panties.”

You did as you were told. Just a small touch, but you could feel electricity already sparkling. Your eyes were close, focusing on the sounds coming from the phone. Miguel��s quiet and for now, steady breath. 

You applied more pressure, a moan slipping past your lips. 

“Good” Miguel growled. “Pull them to the side, touch yourself baby.”

You moaned, embarrassingly so. Miguel groaned in return. Now, paying more attention to him, you could hear him stroking his dick. The sound unmistakable. 

Carefully, you pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cold air of the night. You gasped. Using your middle finger, while the other kept your panties in place, you stroked your whole, teasing yourself. The way you knew Miguel would. 

You grinded against your finger as best as you could. It was difficult holding your phone with one hand and teasing yourself with the other. Also, the sounds Miguel was making from the other end of the phone were making you weak. 

You remembered all so well. How he used to groan in your ear while making love to you. How his big hands roamed your body, groping everything on their paths. His mouth against the inside of your thighs, teasing you. Kisses going up and down, but never where you needed him the most. 

“Miguel” you whined. You couldn’t resist. You felt like you could come untouched by just listening to him and the images on your head. 

“Take the out hermosa” he breathed out. “Throw them to the floor.”

You stood up fast, your phone never leaving your ear. You were not about to miss the noises leaving Miguel’s lips. You pulled your panties down to your feet, kicking them out god knows where, before climbing back into bed. 

“Please, let me touch myself.” you cried, desperate. 

“Yes, do it!” He growled, his breathing becoming erratic. “Make circles on your clit, just the way I used to.”

You dropped your hand between your legs again. Your index and middle finger finding your clit, drawing tight circles on it. You tried to match Miguel’s pace as best as you could, from the sticky sounds you were getting. 

“Mm.. Miguel” you moaned, throwing your head back against the pillow. “Feel so good”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm”

Your mouth fell open. Every sound was now free. You didn’t care who listened. What mattered was that Miguel was, and you were hearing him. You arched your back off the bed onto your hand.

“Like that baby?”

“Yeah” you whined

“Push a finger in, hmm? Do it for me”

You moaned, doing as he said. You circled your hole first, before pushing in. You were so wet and tight. Oh, how you wish Miguel was here so he could put his cock in, or fingers, or tongue. Whatever he could give you was better than your finger, but that had to do. You had to imagine it was him, that’s all. 

You curled your finger, trusting upwards into your core. The palm of your hand rubbing against your clit. 

“Miggy..”

“Add another finger, come on” He was close, you could tell. He sounded desperate, but so were you. 

Your ring finger went with your middle finger, both curling inside. Your walls clenched around them. Your hips grinded against your fingers, wanting more, needing more. You went faster, rougher, trying to reach that spot inside than it seemed only Miguel managed to find. 

A film of sweat covered your body. The sheets stuck to your flesh, overwhelming you. The smell of sex was in the air, as well as your desperate cries. Your toes curled, legs shaking, trapping your hand between them. 

The palm of your hand continued rubbing against your nub. You jerked, the feeling overcoming you. Your trusts and grinding became desperate, trying to reach your orgasm. Miguel was groaning your name in your year. You could hear his hand stroking his dick. You could almost smell and taste his precum, how it must be pooling in his stomach. How his balls were probably tightening with each stroke. The prominent vein that went from the base to the tip. His tip so wet and red, begging to be inside of your pussy. 

“Mi– Miggy”

“Si mi, ugh” he groaned. “Mi amor”

“I need to come”

“Wait for me baby, I’m close” He growled. “So close baby. Let me hear you”

“Miguel” you moaned.

Your legs were now shaking violently. Your vision blurred, all you could see was white. Your mind was clouded with pleasure, one you hadn’t felt in so long. You added a third finger, looking for the stretch Miguel’s cock provided.

You whined and cried, begging him to let you come all over your fingers. You pressed your palm of your hand against your clit, grinding against it harder, harsher. You could feel your juices coating your fingers and inner thighs. Running down your ass to the sheets, but you didn’t care. 

“Cum for me hermosa, let me hear you scream.”

And so you did. The knot that had been forming in your lower stomach exploded. Your mouth fell slack, eyes rolling back. Your whole body tensed for a second before relaxing. Your fingers kept trusting, getting you through it. Your orgasm crashed over you like waves on a beach. You felt on fire, your whole body burning. 

Miguel came seconds after you, He groaned and moaned in your ear, like all those months ago, back home. If you hadn't been so busy already cumming, you would have probably cum again just from the sounds he was making. 

For what felt like hours, the only sounds you could hear were yours and Miguel’s heavy breathing. Your hand was still between your legs, the realisation of what you had just done hitting you. Yes you wanted this, and you enjoyed it but… He cheated on your friend, well ex-friend. She wronged you first, but still, you felt horrible. 

“Preciosa?” Miguel mumbled, after catching his breath

“Mmm?”

“What are you thinking about? I can hear the wheels spinning from hear” he chuckled

“Mig–” you choked on your words, pulling your hand from between your legs. “What we did was wrong”

Silence. 

You waited for a response. 

Miguel exhaled. “Yes. But it felt right”

You gulped. He was right. “I know but–”

“No one has to know. It’s just between us. Please, I need you.” He begged. He used that tone that he knew you couldn’t resist. 

“Miggy, I–”

“Please”

You closed your eyes. Breathe in, breathe out. Slowly. You weighed the consequences. 

“Fine. We can keep doing this.”

“Great. I miss you”

“Miss you too. Sleep well Mig”

“Sleep well hermosa”

You hung up the phone, and that wouldn’t be the last time you finished a conversation with Miguel, lying on your bed with cum between your legs. It was wrong, but it felt right, and no one could take that away from you. 

Translations:

Preciosa and Hermosa are basically the same thing, which is Beatiful. More accurately: Preciosa (Precious), Hermosa (Beautiful)

Princesa: Princess

Amor: Love

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I hope this was worth it!! I really had fun writing this, more than I should have honestly.

I'm sorry if I deviated a little from the request. The writing took me to where it wanted. Hope you don't mind!

Again, I honestly hate cheating, but is fiction, so whatever. Besides, again, fuck the best friend bro, what the fuck was going through her head? (Again, not a reason to cheat, there isn't a justification, but bruh)

Anyway, hope you enjoy anon! and all the lovies who read this

[oharaslove]

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𝑯𝒊𝒊 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒆!! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔!!

𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒂. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚:

𝐺𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑦𝑥𝐺𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑦 (𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

𝐾𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑦 (𝑎𝑔����𝑖𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓!!! 𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡, ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑢𝑡𝑒)

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 (𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑓 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. 𝐴 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡)

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 (𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑)

𝐿𝑎 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 (𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑)

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏!!! 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒂

[oharaslove]

Another thought I had today:

We know Miguel is tall. He is hugeee, so, when you two are standing, I feel like Miguel is a sucker for forehead kisses.

Don't get me wrong, he loves kissing your lips (mainly because 8 out of 10 times, a quick peck ends up in a make out session). BUT, he is much taller than you, so he has to bend down all the time.

So, without realising, he starts just bending down enough to brush his lips against your temple. Just quick pecks here and there, every time he enters a room you are in or you do.

Kissing your lips is an action reserved for when you are lying down in bed, sitting on top of him or sitting on his desk, where his back doesn’t hurt.

BUT!

When Miguel really really wants to kiss you, he comes from behind you. He grabs your throat slightly, applying just enough pressure. He forces you to tilt your head back, and he kisses you, hungrily.

It is like an upside down typical Spiderman kiss, but with both you feet on the floor.

And after he pulls away from the kiss? He smiles, before kissing you again. And again and again, until your neck hurts from the position.

Miguel O’hara is a man written by a woman when he loves okay (At least from my perspective). He isn’t the one to take, and take, but never give. NO

He gives his all to you. He finds pleasure in giving you that. Pleasure. 

Many would say he is grumpy, avoidant, distant, reluctant to touch, cold. But all that is far from the truth when you two are together. When his hunger for you consumes his whole body, clouds his mind, his brain goes back to his most primitive instincts. However, Miguel is still aware of how delicate and soft you are, and he treats you as such. 

Miguel would never, ever, just take your body and look for his release. He would make sure you find yours first. And… not only once, maybe not even twice. 

You are his everything. His goddess. The person who made him want to love again; the one that made him see that being vulnerable was okay, that he wasn’t an unlovable monster. So… every chance he gets, he puts you on that pedestal and praises you. He talks you through it, and I’ll die on this hill. 

Miguel who, despite how desperate he is to make you feel good; to have you in his arms, he takes his time. He kisses you slowly, all his feelings poured in it. His lips brushed against sure, tongues fighting one another; tasting. Miguel loves kissing you; loves the way your breath becomes ragged, your hands roaming his body, while he does the same.

He would break the kiss, allowing you to breathe, to gasp for air, while his mouth pays attention to other spots on your body. Miguel kisses the corner of your mouth, moving downwards towards your jaw, where he peppers small pecks, before attacking your neck. He leaves open mouth kisses along your throat, occasionally sucking hard, leaving bite marks behind, which he loves. 

While his mouth focuses on your throat and face, his hands explore the rest. Miguel begins touching you slowly, shy even. He caresses your exposed skin. First, he starts cupping your face, tittling it just the way he wants it, giving him more access to your neck or a better angle to devour your mouth. But, as the kisses grow hungrier, needier, his hands become bolder. 

Miguel would slide his hands under your clothes, sometimes teasing you over the fabric. He would play with your nipples, earning gaps and moans from you, while you arched your back towards his hands. The only time his being would detach himself from you, is when taking off your clothes, so he can appreciate your naked beauty. And have more access to what he wants. 

When you first started being intimate with Miguel, you were shy about your body. Though, you quickly stopped, because this man loves you. He makes sure to make you feel wanted and loved and taken care of. I mean, you think that you are imperfect? That you don’t have any titties, or ass or curves or whatever?

For him it was no problem. Miguel would make you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth. You don’t have to have breasts or ass for Miguel to be all over you. You just have to be, well you. Only your waist, hips, legs, whatever size, colour, shape, texture, anything, is enough. Miguel is starved. He gives his everything for you, because from his point of view?

You are the incarnation of the word perfection. If Aphrodite were real, he wouldn't mind starting a second Troyan war. Miguel would straight up tell her, to her face, that her beauty is nothing, NOTHING, compared to yours. 

Miguel who loves kissing all over your skin. Every time he peels a piece of clothing out of you, you better count on the fact that his mouth is on your flesh before the fabric touches the floor. He pecks, gives open mouth kisses, leaving a trail of saliva across your skin; he bites occasionally being mindful of his fangs (Though, you didn’t mind if sometime he would just sink them, just for research, of course). 

Miguel loved leaving marks on your body, they were a sign of a job well done. Across your neck, chest, lower stomach and all over the inside of your thighs. He would tease the heck out of you, kissing closer and closer where you need him the most, but not coming close. Not until you are a whining mess, begging him to eat you out, he gives in. And oh, when he gives in. 

Remember when I said he was starved? Well, he could eat you out every day and still be starved. He eats you out like it is his last meal on this Earth. He leaves open mouth kisses on your clit, sucking from time to time, before moving down. First, he makes out with your hole, swirling his tongue around it, teasing you. He loves the sounds you make, you can’t blame him for that. 

His tongue enters your hole skillfully, knowing exactly what makes you shiver. What makes your legs shake and eventually, what makes you come all over his face. But he doesn’t stop. He gets you through your orgasms, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, slurping against your core, overstimulating you. He makes you come again against his tongue, and only then, after cleaning you out, and you having to basically push him off, grabbing his hair, he seems satisfied. 

But the night doesn’t stop there. Before making love to you, he uses his fingers to pry to open. There is no teasing this time. He crawls over your body, like a wild animal. He kisses you slowly, making you taste yourself in his mouth. You moan, making him groan in return. His hands caress your sides, squeezing your hips and thighs.

You make out for a while, until he decides to trail a hand down your body, starting from your chest. One finger caressing your skin, going down the valley of your breasts, continuing over your stomach, gently brushing your clit, making you jump. He reaches your hole, where he sticks two fingers in and starts pumping. 

You hold onto his arms for dear life, the pace of his fingers making the third orgasm of the night approach quickly. You whine and moan, bubbling incoherent things. Strings of “Miggy please” and “Gods yes, right there”. You arch your back, giving Miguel full access to attack your breasts, kissing and sucking over your nipples, rolling them between his fingers of his free hand. Once he feels your pussy squeeze his digits harder, his thumb draws tight circles on your clit, matching his pace, throwing you over the edge. 

When you come, Miguel’s face is over yours, he loves seeing how it contorts in pleasure when you reach your high. You never see it, because your eyes roll back or are closed, but he always smiles down at you. He pecks your lips, then your cheeks and your nose, helping you calm down after the peak. He pulls his fingers out, sucking on them and groaning. 

You are a panting mess. Your hair is all over the pillow, your skin with a layer of sweat, his love marks painting your skin. You never looked more perfect. 

Slowly, Miguel gets off the bed, stripping out of his own clothes. His dick finally being free from his pants, pre-cum already smearing over his red, angry tip. He would crawl into bed, opening your thighs slowly and settling between them. 

You can’t tell me Miguel’s favourite position isn’t missionary. That man needs to see you at all times. He wants to see your face when he enters you slowly. Despite your first three releases, his cock still stretches you out, and you love it. Miguel loves watching his length disappear inside of you, a small bulge forming on your lower belly, signaling where he rests inside. He gives you time to adjust, as any gentleman would, while he peppers kisses on your jaw, reaching your ear and licking it. 

“So tight beba” he would groan. “Always so good. Taking me so well. Such a good girl”

Miguel also loves missionary because it means he can hear your moans right in his ear. Missionary means your hands will be on him, scratching his back, grabbing his biceps for dear life when he starts trusting harshly. His hips snap against yours, his balls against your ass. The room feels with sex sounds; the slapping of skin, both your moans, groans and panting, the bed frame hitting the wall continuously, matching Miguel’s relentless pace. 

You cry in his ear, burying your face where Miguel’s shoulder connects with his neck. Your legs wrap against his waist, keeping him in place. Your hands run down his back, nails digging on his skin leaving marks Miguel loves to look at in the morning. 

His arms cage you in, keeping himself over you. But he leans over, leaving kisses and whispering praises in your year. 

“You are doing so good, Fuck. Just like that”

“Sos tan hermosa mi amor” (You are so beautiful mi amor)

“Are you going to cum for me, mm? Just one more time, please beba”

You always knew that, one last time, meant two. Your already overstimulated body couldn’t keep up with his stamina. In order for him to cum, you needed to come twice. 

You could tell when Miguel was close, his arms would begin to shake, his pace would falter, becoming irregular. His groans would become louder, moans would make his way out of his plump lips. He would kiss you harder, needier, hungrier. Miguel would hold you closer, trying to crawl into your skin. When he comes, he bites down hard against your shoulder, realising inside of you. 

You stay holding each other, Miguel basically crushing you. Your legs tangled together, hands roaming each other's body lovingly, until Miguel finds the strength to detach himself. He smiles down at you. Miguel pushes the hair out of your face, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a more tender kiss. He would grab your hands and kiss your knuckles before pulling out of you, watching how his cum drips out. 

And of course, aftercare. He is the king of it. He would make sure you use the bathroom, carrying you to it if necessary. Miguel would clean you up, draw a bath where you can sit together and relax. If you fell asleep he would carry you to bed. If not, after helping you dry and helping you to bed, he would bring you your favourite snack and water. He would do anything for you, anything. 

Sex with Miguel is something more than just that, sex. Is not only the act of connecting both your bodies. It is…

Love. It is making love. It’s beyond your corporeal beings, it’s about worshipping one another. Showing, feeling that love through acts, words and so much more. Because he loves you, and you love him back. Forever.

[oharaslove]

Stop, this are the best tags ever 😭😭😭

Thank you so much @mamas-dream-journals 💖💖💖

Miguel O’hara is a man written by a woman when he loves okay (At least from my perspective). He isn’t the one to take, and take, but never give. NO

He gives his all to you. He finds pleasure in giving you that. Pleasure. 

Many would say he is grumpy, avoidant, distant, reluctant to touch, cold. But all that is far from the truth when you two are together. When his hunger for you consumes his whole body, clouds his mind, his brain goes back to his most primitive instincts. However, Miguel is still aware of how delicate and soft you are, and he treats you as such. 

Miguel would never, ever, just take your body and look for his release. He would make sure you find yours first. And… not only once, maybe not even twice. 

You are his everything. His goddess. The person who made him want to love again; the one that made him see that being vulnerable was okay, that he wasn’t an unlovable monster. So… every chance he gets, he puts you on that pedestal and praises you. He talks you through it, and I’ll die on this hill. 

Miguel who, despite how desperate he is to make you feel good; to have you in his arms, he takes his time. He kisses you slowly, all his feelings poured in it. His lips brushed against sure, tongues fighting one another; tasting. Miguel loves kissing you; loves the way your breath becomes ragged, your hands roaming his body, while he does the same.

He would break the kiss, allowing you to breathe, to gasp for air, while his mouth pays attention to other spots on your body. Miguel kisses the corner of your mouth, moving downwards towards your jaw, where he peppers small pecks, before attacking your neck. He leaves open mouth kisses along your throat, occasionally sucking hard, leaving bite marks behind, which he loves. 

While his mouth focuses on your throat and face, his hands explore the rest. Miguel begins touching you slowly, shy even. He caresses your exposed skin. First, he starts cupping your face, tittling it just the way he wants it, giving him more access to your neck or a better angle to devour your mouth. But, as the kisses grow hungrier, needier, his hands become bolder. 

Miguel would slide his hands under your clothes, sometimes teasing you over the fabric. He would play with your nipples, earning gaps and moans from you, while you arched your back towards his hands. The only time his being would detach himself from you, is when taking off your clothes, so he can appreciate your naked beauty. And have more access to what he wants. 

When you first started being intimate with Miguel, you were shy about your body. Though, you quickly stopped, because this man loves you. He makes sure to make you feel wanted and loved and taken care of. I mean, you think that you are imperfect? That you don’t have any titties, or ass or curves or whatever?

For him it was no problem. Miguel would make you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth. You don’t have to have breasts or ass for Miguel to be all over you. You just have to be, well you. Only your waist, hips, legs, whatever size, colour, shape, texture, anything, is enough. Miguel is starved. He gives his everything for you, because from his point of view?

You are the incarnation of the word perfection. If Aphrodite were real, he wouldn't mind starting a second Troyan war. Miguel would straight up tell her, to her face, that her beauty is nothing, NOTHING, compared to yours. 

Miguel who loves kissing all over your skin. Every time he peels a piece of clothing out of you, you better count on the fact that his mouth is on your flesh before the fabric touches the floor. He pecks, gives open mouth kisses, leaving a trail of saliva across your skin; he bites occasionally being mindful of his fangs (Though, you didn’t mind if sometime he would just sink them, just for research, of course). 

Miguel loved leaving marks on your body, they were a sign of a job well done. Across your neck, chest, lower stomach and all over the inside of your thighs. He would tease the heck out of you, kissing closer and closer where you need him the most, but not coming close. Not until you are a whining mess, begging him to eat you out, he gives in. And oh, when he gives in. 

Remember when I said he was starved? Well, he could eat you out every day and still be starved. He eats you out like it is his last meal on this Earth. He leaves open mouth kisses on your clit, sucking from time to time, before moving down. First, he makes out with your hole, swirling his tongue around it, teasing you. He loves the sounds you make, you can’t blame him for that. 

His tongue enters your hole skillfully, knowing exactly what makes you shiver. What makes your legs shake and eventually, what makes you come all over his face. But he doesn’t stop. He gets you through your orgasms, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, slurping against your core, overstimulating you. He makes you come again against his tongue, and only then, after cleaning you out, and you having to basically push him off, grabbing his hair, he seems satisfied. 

But the night doesn’t stop there. Before making love to you, he uses his fingers to pry to open. There is no teasing this time. He crawls over your body, like a wild animal. He kisses you slowly, making you taste yourself in his mouth. You moan, making him groan in return. His hands caress your sides, squeezing your hips and thighs.

You make out for a while, until he decides to trail a hand down your body, starting from your chest. One finger caressing your skin, going down the valley of your breasts, continuing over your stomach, gently brushing your clit, making you jump. He reaches your hole, where he sticks two fingers in and starts pumping. 

You hold onto his arms for dear life, the pace of his fingers making the third orgasm of the night approach quickly. You whine and moan, bubbling incoherent things. Strings of “Miggy please” and “Gods yes, right there”. You arch your back, giving Miguel full access to attack your breasts, kissing and sucking over your nipples, rolling them between his fingers of his free hand. Once he feels your pussy squeeze his digits harder, his thumb draws tight circles on your clit, matching his pace, throwing you over the edge. 

When you come, Miguel’s face is over yours, he loves seeing how it contorts in pleasure when you reach your high. You never see it, because your eyes roll back or are closed, but he always smiles down at you. He pecks your lips, then your cheeks and your nose, helping you calm down after the peak. He pulls his fingers out, sucking on them and groaning. 

You are a panting mess. Your hair is all over the pillow, your skin with a layer of sweat, his love marks painting your skin. You never looked more perfect. 

Slowly, Miguel gets off the bed, stripping out of his own clothes. His dick finally being free from his pants, pre-cum already smearing over his red, angry tip. He would crawl into bed, opening your thighs slowly and settling between them. 

You can’t tell me Miguel’s favourite position isn’t missionary. That man needs to see you at all times. He wants to see your face when he enters you slowly. Despite your first three releases, his cock still stretches you out, and you love it. Miguel loves watching his length disappear inside of you, a small bulge forming on your lower belly, signaling where he rests inside. He gives you time to adjust, as any gentleman would, while he peppers kisses on your jaw, reaching your ear and licking it. 

“So tight beba” he would groan. “Always so good. Taking me so well. Such a good girl”

Miguel also loves missionary because it means he can hear your moans right in his ear. Missionary means your hands will be on him, scratching his back, grabbing his biceps for dear life when he starts trusting harshly. His hips snap against yours, his balls against your ass. The room feels with sex sounds; the slapping of skin, both your moans, groans and panting, the bed frame hitting the wall continuously, matching Miguel’s relentless pace. 

You cry in his ear, burying your face where Miguel’s shoulder connects with his neck. Your legs wrap against his waist, keeping him in place. Your hands run down his back, nails digging on his skin leaving marks Miguel loves to look at in the morning. 

His arms cage you in, keeping himself over you. But he leans over, leaving kisses and whispering praises in your year. 

“You are doing so good, Fuck. Just like that”

“Sos tan hermosa mi amor” (You are so beautiful mi amor)

“Are you going to cum for me, mm? Just one more time, please beba”

You always knew that, one last time, meant two. Your already overstimulated body couldn’t keep up with his stamina. In order for him to cum, you needed to come twice. 

You could tell when Miguel was close, his arms would begin to shake, his pace would falter, becoming irregular. His groans would become louder, moans would make his way out of his plump lips. He would kiss you harder, needier, hungrier. Miguel would hold you closer, trying to crawl into your skin. When he comes, he bites down hard against your shoulder, realising inside of you. 

You stay holding each other, Miguel basically crushing you. Your legs tangled together, hands roaming each other's body lovingly, until Miguel finds the strength to detach himself. He smiles down at you. Miguel pushes the hair out of your face, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a more tender kiss. He would grab your hands and kiss your knuckles before pulling out of you, watching how his cum drips out. 

And of course, aftercare. He is the king of it. He would make sure you use the bathroom, carrying you to it if necessary. Miguel would clean you up, draw a bath where you can sit together and relax. If you fell asleep he would carry you to bed. If not, after helping you dry and helping you to bed, he would bring you your favourite snack and water. He would do anything for you, anything. 

Sex with Miguel is something more than just that, sex. Is not only the act of connecting both your bodies. It is…

Love. It is making love. It’s beyond your corporeal beings, it’s about worshipping one another. Showing, feeling that love through acts, words and so much more. Because he loves you, and you love him back. Forever.

[oharaslove]

Posting Schedule

So, this is for me to force myself to write and for you to know (if you are interested). Which probably no one is, but whatever.

Masterlist - AO3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Love (Blurb) - POSTED!!!

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ / ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

A small writing of how I think Miguel O'hara loves, or more accurately, how he makes love.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ New Beginnings (Request) - Sunday, 6th of April

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Reader tells Miguel she is pregnant

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Firsts (Bonus The One and Only) - Sunday, 13th of April

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ

A series of firsts (sex stuff) with Miggy. Examples: Miguel eating you out for the first time, shower, etc.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Just a Theory (One-Shot) - Sunday, 20th of April

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ

Threesome between reader, Miguel and Jayce Talis (Arcane)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Changes (Blurb) - Wednesday, 23rd of April

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

No one knows you and Miguel are dating. They could never imagine it. BUT, they start noticing weird changes in Miguel's lab that suggest he doesn't spend so much time alone as they initially think. Basically, Jess, Peter B and maybe the Spider Gang, noticing some things laying around that appeared gradually in Miguel's lab. It's from their point of view.

Symbols and Meanings

Fluff: ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 Smut: ୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ Angst: ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐 Hurt/Comfort: ૮ ˶︶^︶˶ ა🧸🐇<3

[oharaslove]

Tell me why I had this programmed for 8 p.m and when I come to see if it posted, IT NEVER DID!!! I'm so sorry. It is basically 40 min late, but here it is. SORRY

Miguel O’hara is a man written by a woman when he loves okay (At least from my perspective). He isn’t the one to take, and take, but never give. NO

He gives his all to you. He finds pleasure in giving you that. Pleasure. 

Many would say he is grumpy, avoidant, distant, reluctant to touch, cold. But all that is far from the truth when you two are together. When his hunger for you consumes his whole body, clouds his mind, his brain goes back to his most primitive instincts. However, Miguel is still aware of how delicate and soft you are, and he treats you as such. 

Miguel would never, ever, just take your body and look for his release. He would make sure you find yours first. And… not only once, maybe not even twice. 

You are his everything. His goddess. The person who made him want to love again; the one that made him see that being vulnerable was okay, that he wasn’t an unlovable monster. So… every chance he gets, he puts you on that pedestal and praises you. He talks you through it, and I’ll die on this hill. 

Miguel who, despite how desperate he is to make you feel good; to have you in his arms, he takes his time. He kisses you slowly, all his feelings poured in it. His lips brushed against sure, tongues fighting one another; tasting. Miguel loves kissing you; loves the way your breath becomes ragged, your hands roaming his body, while he does the same.

He would break the kiss, allowing you to breathe, to gasp for air, while his mouth pays attention to other spots on your body. Miguel kisses the corner of your mouth, moving downwards towards your jaw, where he peppers small pecks, before attacking your neck. He leaves open mouth kisses along your throat, occasionally sucking hard, leaving bite marks behind, which he loves. 

While his mouth focuses on your throat and face, his hands explore the rest. Miguel begins touching you slowly, shy even. He caresses your exposed skin. First, he starts cupping your face, tittling it just the way he wants it, giving him more access to your neck or a better angle to devour your mouth. But, as the kisses grow hungrier, needier, his hands become bolder. 

Miguel would slide his hands under your clothes, sometimes teasing you over the fabric. He would play with your nipples, earning gaps and moans from you, while you arched your back towards his hands. The only time his being would detach himself from you, is when taking off your clothes, so he can appreciate your naked beauty. And have more access to what he wants. 

When you first started being intimate with Miguel, you were shy about your body. Though, you quickly stopped, because this man loves you. He makes sure to make you feel wanted and loved and taken care of. I mean, you think that you are imperfect? That you don’t have any titties, or ass or curves or whatever?

For him it was no problem. Miguel would make you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth. You don’t have to have breasts or ass for Miguel to be all over you. You just have to be, well you. Only your waist, hips, legs, whatever size, colour, shape, texture, anything, is enough. Miguel is starved. He gives his everything for you, because from his point of view?

You are the incarnation of the word perfection. If Aphrodite were real, he wouldn't mind starting a second Troyan war. Miguel would straight up tell her, to her face, that her beauty is nothing, NOTHING, compared to yours. 

Miguel who loves kissing all over your skin. Every time he peels a piece of clothing out of you, you better count on the fact that his mouth is on your flesh before the fabric touches the floor. He pecks, gives open mouth kisses, leaving a trail of saliva across your skin; he bites occasionally being mindful of his fangs (Though, you didn’t mind if sometime he would just sink them, just for research, of course). 

Miguel loved leaving marks on your body, they were a sign of a job well done. Across your neck, chest, lower stomach and all over the inside of your thighs. He would tease the heck out of you, kissing closer and closer where you need him the most, but not coming close. Not until you are a whining mess, begging him to eat you out, he gives in. And oh, when he gives in. 

Remember when I said he was starved? Well, he could eat you out every day and still be starved. He eats you out like it is his last meal on this Earth. He leaves open mouth kisses on your clit, sucking from time to time, before moving down. First, he makes out with your hole, swirling his tongue around it, teasing you. He loves the sounds you make, you can’t blame him for that. 

His tongue enters your hole skillfully, knowing exactly what makes you shiver. What makes your legs shake and eventually, what makes you come all over his face. But he doesn’t stop. He gets you through your orgasms, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, slurping against your core, overstimulating you. He makes you come again against his tongue, and only then, after cleaning you out, and you having to basically push him off, grabbing his hair, he seems satisfied. 

But the night doesn’t stop there. Before making love to you, he uses his fingers to pry to open. There is no teasing this time. He crawls over your body, like a wild animal. He kisses you slowly, making you taste yourself in his mouth. You moan, making him groan in return. His hands caress your sides, squeezing your hips and thighs.

You make out for a while, until he decides to trail a hand down your body, starting from your chest. One finger caressing your skin, going down the valley of your breasts, continuing over your stomach, gently brushing your clit, making you jump. He reaches your hole, where he sticks two fingers in and starts pumping. 

You hold onto his arms for dear life, the pace of his fingers making the third orgasm of the night approach quickly. You whine and moan, bubbling incoherent things. Strings of “Miggy please” and “Gods yes, right there”. You arch your back, giving Miguel full access to attack your breasts, kissing and sucking over your nipples, rolling them between his fingers of his free hand. Once he feels your pussy squeeze his digits harder, his thumb draws tight circles on your clit, matching his pace, throwing you over the edge. 

When you come, Miguel’s face is over yours, he loves seeing how it contorts in pleasure when you reach your high. You never see it, because your eyes roll back or are closed, but he always smiles down at you. He pecks your lips, then your cheeks and your nose, helping you calm down after the peak. He pulls his fingers out, sucking on them and groaning. 

You are a panting mess. Your hair is all over the pillow, your skin with a layer of sweat, his love marks painting your skin. You never looked more perfect. 

Slowly, Miguel gets off the bed, stripping out of his own clothes. His dick finally being free from his pants, pre-cum already smearing over his red, angry tip. He would crawl into bed, opening your thighs slowly and settling between them. 

You can’t tell me Miguel’s favourite position isn’t missionary. That man needs to see you at all times. He wants to see your face when he enters you slowly. Despite your first three releases, his cock still stretches you out, and you love it. Miguel loves watching his length disappear inside of you, a small bulge forming on your lower belly, signaling where he rests inside. He gives you time to adjust, as any gentleman would, while he peppers kisses on your jaw, reaching your ear and licking it. 

“So tight beba” he would groan. “Always so good. Taking me so well. Such a good girl”

Miguel also loves missionary because it means he can hear your moans right in his ear. Missionary means your hands will be on him, scratching his back, grabbing his biceps for dear life when he starts trusting harshly. His hips snap against yours, his balls against your ass. The room feels with sex sounds; the slapping of skin, both your moans, groans and panting, the bed frame hitting the wall continuously, matching Miguel’s relentless pace. 

You cry in his ear, burying your face where Miguel’s shoulder connects with his neck. Your legs wrap against his waist, keeping him in place. Your hands run down his back, nails digging on his skin leaving marks Miguel loves to look at in the morning. 

His arms cage you in, keeping himself over you. But he leans over, leaving kisses and whispering praises in your year. 

“You are doing so good, Fuck. Just like that”

“Sos tan hermosa mi amor” (You are so beautiful mi amor)

“Are you going to cum for me, mm? Just one more time, please beba”

You always knew that, one last time, meant two. Your already overstimulated body couldn’t keep up with his stamina. In order for him to cum, you needed to come twice. 

You could tell when Miguel was close, his arms would begin to shake, his pace would falter, becoming irregular. His groans would become louder, moans would make his way out of his plump lips. He would kiss you harder, needier, hungrier. Miguel would hold you closer, trying to crawl into your skin. When he comes, he bites down hard against your shoulder, realising inside of you. 

You stay holding each other, Miguel basically crushing you. Your legs tangled together, hands roaming each other's body lovingly, until Miguel finds the strength to detach himself. He smiles down at you. Miguel pushes the hair out of your face, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a more tender kiss. He would grab your hands and kiss your knuckles before pulling out of you, watching how his cum drips out. 

And of course, aftercare. He is the king of it. He would make sure you use the bathroom, carrying you to it if necessary. Miguel would clean you up, draw a bath where you can sit together and relax. If you fell asleep he would carry you to bed. If not, after helping you dry and helping you to bed, he would bring you your favourite snack and water. He would do anything for you, anything. 

Sex with Miguel is something more than just that, sex. Is not only the act of connecting both your bodies. It is…

Love. It is making love. It’s beyond your corporeal beings, it’s about worshipping one another. Showing, feeling that love through acts, words and so much more. Because he loves you, and you love him back. Forever.

[oharaslove]

Miguel O’hara is a man written by a woman when he loves okay (At least from my perspective). He isn’t the one to take, and take, but never give. NO

He gives his all to you. He finds pleasure in giving you that. Pleasure. 

Many would say he is grumpy, avoidant, distant, reluctant to touch, cold. But all that is far from the truth when you two are together. When his hunger for you consumes his whole body, clouds his mind, his brain goes back to his most primitive instincts. However, Miguel is still aware of how delicate and soft you are, and he treats you as such. 

Miguel would never, ever, just take your body and look for his release. He would make sure you find yours first. And… not only once, maybe not even twice. 

You are his everything. His goddess. The person who made him want to love again; the one that made him see that being vulnerable was okay, that he wasn’t an unlovable monster. So… every chance he gets, he puts you on that pedestal and praises you. He talks you through it, and I’ll die on this hill. 

Miguel who, despite how desperate he is to make you feel good; to have you in his arms, he takes his time. He kisses you slowly, all his feelings poured in it. His lips brushed against sure, tongues fighting one another; tasting. Miguel loves kissing you; loves the way your breath becomes ragged, your hands roaming his body, while he does the same.

He would break the kiss, allowing you to breathe, to gasp for air, while his mouth pays attention to other spots on your body. Miguel kisses the corner of your mouth, moving downwards towards your jaw, where he peppers small pecks, before attacking your neck. He leaves open mouth kisses along your throat, occasionally sucking hard, leaving bite marks behind, which he loves. 

While his mouth focuses on your throat and face, his hands explore the rest. Miguel begins touching you slowly, shy even. He caresses your exposed skin. First, he starts cupping your face, tittling it just the way he wants it, giving him more access to your neck or a better angle to devour your mouth. But, as the kisses grow hungrier, needier, his hands become bolder. 

Miguel would slide his hands under your clothes, sometimes teasing you over the fabric. He would play with your nipples, earning gaps and moans from you, while you arched your back towards his hands. The only time his being would detach himself from you, is when taking off your clothes, so he can appreciate your naked beauty. And have more access to what he wants. 

When you first started being intimate with Miguel, you were shy about your body. Though, you quickly stopped, because this man loves you. He makes sure to make you feel wanted and loved and taken care of. I mean, you think that you are imperfect? That you don’t have any titties, or ass or curves or whatever?

For him it was no problem. Miguel would make you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth. You don’t have to have breasts or ass for Miguel to be all over you. You just have to be, well you. Only your waist, hips, legs, whatever size, colour, shape, texture, anything, is enough. Miguel is starved. He gives his everything for you, because from his point of view?

You are the incarnation of the word perfection. If Aphrodite were real, he wouldn't mind starting a second Troyan war. Miguel would straight up tell her, to her face, that her beauty is nothing, NOTHING, compared to yours. 

Miguel who loves kissing all over your skin. Every time he peels a piece of clothing out of you, you better count on the fact that his mouth is on your flesh before the fabric touches the floor. He pecks, gives open mouth kisses, leaving a trail of saliva across your skin; he bites occasionally being mindful of his fangs (Though, you didn’t mind if sometime he would just sink them, just for research, of course). 

Miguel loved leaving marks on your body, they were a sign of a job well done. Across your neck, chest, lower stomach and all over the inside of your thighs. He would tease the heck out of you, kissing closer and closer where you need him the most, but not coming close. Not until you are a whining mess, begging him to eat you out, he gives in. And oh, when he gives in. 

Remember when I said he was starved? Well, he could eat you out every day and still be starved. He eats you out like it is his last meal on this Earth. He leaves open mouth kisses on your clit, sucking from time to time, before moving down. First, he makes out with your hole, swirling his tongue around it, teasing you. He loves the sounds you make, you can’t blame him for that. 

His tongue enters your hole skillfully, knowing exactly what makes you shiver. What makes your legs shake and eventually, what makes you come all over his face. But he doesn’t stop. He gets you through your orgasms, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, slurping against your core, overstimulating you. He makes you come again against his tongue, and only then, after cleaning you out, and you having to basically push him off, grabbing his hair, he seems satisfied. 

But the night doesn’t stop there. Before making love to you, he uses his fingers to pry to open. There is no teasing this time. He crawls over your body, like a wild animal. He kisses you slowly, making you taste yourself in his mouth. You moan, making him groan in return. His hands caress your sides, squeezing your hips and thighs.

You make out for a while, until he decides to trail a hand down your body, starting from your chest. One finger caressing your skin, going down the valley of your breasts, continuing over your stomach, gently brushing your clit, making you jump. He reaches your hole, where he sticks two fingers in and starts pumping. 

You hold onto his arms for dear life, the pace of his fingers making the third orgasm of the night approach quickly. You whine and moan, bubbling incoherent things. Strings of “Miggy please” and “Gods yes, right there”. You arch your back, giving Miguel full access to attack your breasts, kissing and sucking over your nipples, rolling them between his fingers of his free hand. Once he feels your pussy squeeze his digits harder, his thumb draws tight circles on your clit, matching his pace, throwing you over the edge. 

When you come, Miguel’s face is over yours, he loves seeing how it contorts in pleasure when you reach your high. You never see it, because your eyes roll back or are closed, but he always smiles down at you. He pecks your lips, then your cheeks and your nose, helping you calm down after the peak. He pulls his fingers out, sucking on them and groaning. 

You are a panting mess. Your hair is all over the pillow, your skin with a layer of sweat, his love marks painting your skin. You never looked more perfect. 

Slowly, Miguel gets off the bed, stripping out of his own clothes. His dick finally being free from his pants, pre-cum already smearing over his red, angry tip. He would crawl into bed, opening your thighs slowly and settling between them. 

You can’t tell me Miguel’s favourite position isn’t missionary. That man needs to see you at all times. He wants to see your face when he enters you slowly. Despite your first three releases, his cock still stretches you out, and you love it. Miguel loves watching his length disappear inside of you, a small bulge forming on your lower belly, signaling where he rests inside. He gives you time to adjust, as any gentleman would, while he peppers kisses on your jaw, reaching your ear and licking it. 

“So tight beba” he would groan. “Always so good. Taking me so well. Such a good girl”

Miguel also loves missionary because it means he can hear your moans right in his ear. Missionary means your hands will be on him, scratching his back, grabbing his biceps for dear life when he starts trusting harshly. His hips snap against yours, his balls against your ass. The room feels with sex sounds; the slapping of skin, both your moans, groans and panting, the bed frame hitting the wall continuously, matching Miguel’s relentless pace. 

You cry in his ear, burying your face where Miguel’s shoulder connects with his neck. Your legs wrap against his waist, keeping him in place. Your hands run down his back, nails digging on his skin leaving marks Miguel loves to look at in the morning. 

His arms cage you in, keeping himself over you. But he leans over, leaving kisses and whispering praises in your year. 

“You are doing so good, Fuck. Just like that”

“Sos tan hermosa mi amor” (You are so beautiful mi amor)

“Are you going to cum for me, mm? Just one more time, please beba”

You always knew that, one last time, meant two. Your already overstimulated body couldn’t keep up with his stamina. In order for him to cum, you needed to come twice. 

You could tell when Miguel was close, his arms would begin to shake, his pace would falter, becoming irregular. His groans would become louder, moans would make his way out of his plump lips. He would kiss you harder, needier, hungrier. Miguel would hold you closer, trying to crawl into your skin. When he comes, he bites down hard against your shoulder, realising inside of you. 

You stay holding each other, Miguel basically crushing you. Your legs tangled together, hands roaming each other's body lovingly, until Miguel finds the strength to detach himself. He smiles down at you. Miguel pushes the hair out of your face, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a more tender kiss. He would grab your hands and kiss your knuckles before pulling out of you, watching how his cum drips out. 

And of course, aftercare. He is the king of it. He would make sure you use the bathroom, carrying you to it if necessary. Miguel would clean you up, draw a bath where you can sit together and relax. If you fell asleep he would carry you to bed. If not, after helping you dry and helping you to bed, he would bring you your favourite snack and water. He would do anything for you, anything. 

Sex with Miguel is something more than just that, sex. Is not only the act of connecting both your bodies. It is…

Love. It is making love. It’s beyond your corporeal beings, it’s about worshipping one another. Showing, feeling that love through acts, words and so much more. Because he loves you, and you love him back. Forever.

[oharaslove]

❗️❗️❗️

Posting Schedule

So, this is for me to force myself to write and for you to know (if you are interested). Which probably no one is, but whatever.

Masterlist - AO3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Love (Blurb) - TODAY!!! (2nd of April)

8 p.m/20:00 Central Europe Time! (CEST)

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ / ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

A small writing of how I think Miguel O'hara loves, or more accurately, how he makes love.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ New Beginnings (Request) - Sunday, 6th of April

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Reader tells Miguel she is pregnant

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Firsts (Bonus The One and Only) - Sunday, 13th of April

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ

A series of firsts (sex stuff) with Miggy. Examples: Miguel eating you out for the first time, shower, etc.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Just a Theory (One-Shot) - Sunday, 20th of April

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ

Threesome between reader, Miguel and Jayce Talis (Arcane)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Changes (Blurb) - Wednesday, 23rd of April

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No one knows you and Miguel are dating. They could never imagine it. BUT, they start noticing weird changes in Miguel's lab that suggest he doesn't spend so much time alone as they initially think. Basically, Jess, Peter B and maybe the Spider Gang, noticing some things laying around that appeared gradually in Miguel's lab. It's from their point of view.

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