#but i want to be able to have stars for miguel

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HAPPY 1K THOUGH LET GO AHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.

Pls my life depends on this request gurl and I hope your having a great day though BYE STILL SO HAPPY FOR YOU EACHING 1k following

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (ﾟωﾟ)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

SMUT

you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

2k+ words

@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Thinking about bodyguard!Miguel O’Hara who insisted on waiting for you in the corner of the room while you did the table reading, rather than go wait in the car or around the lot like the rest of the cast’s personal security did.

Bodyguard!Miguel whose eyes never left your presence, it took you a minute to shake off the feeling, you always felt his eyes burning holes into your back when you were doing something and he couldn’t be right next to you. But after a while, you finally got yourself into the groove of the script material.

Bodyguard!Miguel who-despite mentally checking out ten pages into the script-was still able to pick some stuff up. It was a romance, he wasn’t surprised, since romcoms tend to sky rocket careers these days.

It was a period piece. Your character, who was named Anastasia, was a princess who was coming near the time where she had to be married off to someone else at a neighboring kingdom to be crowned as their queen, the problem is, that your character’s heart already belongs elsewhere, in the hands of one of the royal guards who worked in the castle.

That was all Miguel had really picked up.

Bodyguard!Miguel who finally tones back in when the reading was finished, hearing the head director tell everyone about how they’ll be receiving their schedules through their managers, before dismissing everyone (not before having everyone sign his copy of the script so that the marketing team can post it to social media later).

Bodyguard!Miguel who was about to make his way towards you so he could escort you home, but stopped when he saw your coworker who plays the love interest , Peter B. Parker come up to you to properly introduce himself.

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“Why hello Anastasia.” Peter said as he came up to you with the friendliest smile you’ve ever seen, to which you quickly returned, both of you shaking hands with your free hands as the other held your respective scripts.

“Sir Tristan.” You giggled, calling him by his character name, before pulling your hand out from his. “I’m excited to work with you, I hope you feel the same.”

“Of course I am! Always ready to act with new and fresh faces-“ his phone starts to ring in his pocket, cutting him off, taking out to read the screen before looking back up at you. “I gotta take this, but I’ll keep in touch, I’ll have my manager send you my number in case you ever want tips, or to run lines over.” He told you, tucking his script under his armpit, giving you a quick wave before slipping out of the (now mostly empty) room, answering as he left.

You finally turned and headed to Miguel, who was now waiting by the door, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. Neither of you spoke until you were in the parking lot, that’s when Miguel finally broke the silence.

“So… Parker huh?” It was obvious Miguel had to be a bit familiar with Peter’s work, who wouldn’t be though. He was a big star at the moment, having just come off from the Spider-Man films. Still, you weren’t sure what he meant by that, but you nodded and let out a small “mhm” anyways.

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[runa-falls]

okay but what was the thot 👀

if you're referring to this then...here (if not WHOOPS LMFAO)

wake up call

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

cw: smut, cockwarming, somnophilia, sleep fucking??, mild choking

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imagine falling asleep with miguel curled up behind you, protecting you from the outside world while you keep his cock warm. his arm is wrapped around your body with his hand gently encircling your throat, not to choke you but to constantly remind you of his presence.

miguel is a fitful sleeper and he has a lot of vivid dreams. he murmurs in his sleep and tends to seek out your touch if you ever stray to far from his embrace. tonight, there's no secret of what he was dreaming about as you woke up to him rutting into you, cock filling you to the brim as he holds you against him.

with how wet and sensitive you are, he must have been teasing you for a while. working himself into with languid strokes until your body is woken up in heat, trembling uncontrollably from being at the brink of your climax. miguel seems to be in the same boat with how he pulses eagerly inside of you.

your thighs are pressed against each other as he fucks you from behind, a sinfully tight squeeze to grip around him. you carefully arch your back for him, wanting to feel his cock drive deeper inside. a low whisper of your name is sighed against the back of your head as the speed of his thrusts increase.

you have to bite back a moan when he drags so perfectly against that sensitive spot inside of you. the sheets are a mess under you as you drip all over him. a heavy groan vibrates from his chest when he feels you starting to flutter around him, unconsciously pushing you closer to the edge.

you can tell he starts to wake up when his grip around your throat tightens, the touch acting as an anchor for him to navigate through the lustful haze. he woke up from the abstract syrupy pleasure of his dream-state to meet an overwhelming need to fill your hot body up with his cum, to reach every part of you to make you his.

"mm...fuck--" his words are grunted in a low tone, his voice gravelly from sleep. "baby...you're soaking me." he lazily blinks his eyes open, red eyes adjusting to the lack of light in the room.

"mig, please--" you can't even finish your sentence as he begins to drive into you at a punishing pace, knowing exactly what you need.

"anything, mi vida, i'll give you anything--everything..." he rambles breathlessly behind you, "you're so good to me, warming my cock and letting me fuck you while sleeping."

you whimper in response, barely able to decipher what he's saying as you lose yourself to pleasure.

"i know, baby," he coos, "you're too cock drunk to do anything on your own." he gently shushes your pathetic whines and moans as he works you to the edge, cock incessantly brushing against that spot that makes you see stars. "it's okay, cariño, go ahead, cum for me."

your legs shake as you clench around him uncontrollably, overwhelming bouts of heat moving throughout your body. his hold on you never wavers as your cunt flutters around him, milking him for his own orgasm.

"good girl."

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Artist credit: @chocolate_duckling via Instagram or TikTok. It’s so cute I just really wanted to show this artist’s work. This is only the first drawing to the set. 💕You should check them out.

An Unexpected Match IX

Pt. 1 Pt.10

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

18+ Warning

Summary: Drama goes down at the holiday party😭😱… and did Miguel keep a secret from you?

Will you be able to enjoy your Christmas and New Years in peace?

Happy New Years Everyone!

Sorry this chapter took longer to get out. It’s my largest chapter yet. I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

Wc: 10k

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"Gabi, this is your mother."

Gabi looked at Sofia before looking back up to Miguel as she shook her head. "No, that's not my mama." Gabi glanced up to you, something you noticed everyone in the close vicinity saw, including your parents.

"No Gabi. I'm your real mom. Not her." Sofia put on a fake smile.

Hearing the tense conversation from the kitchen Stephanie came over as she stood next to you, giving Sofia the, 'make one wrong move and I'll fight you bitch,' gaze.

"Hey Gabi, how about you go with Aunt Steph to the kitchen."

"But I want to stay with you and Papa." Gabi looked up at you with sad eyes breaking your heart.

"Mija, remember the conversation we had earlier in the living room?" Said Miguel followed by a slow nod of Gabi's head. "That conversation is going to happen now. So it can only be grownups at the moment." He added.

"We can decorate cookies in the kitchen Gabi." Said Stephanie as Gabi slowly walked over to her before taking her hand. Stephanie looked at you giving you a small hopeful smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

"I'm guessing you need to tell us something?" Said your father as he crossed his arms looking between you, Miguel and Sofia.

Sofia smirked, "wow, your parents don't know that their daughter has been fucking a man almost two decades older than her for the last few months." She chuckled, knowing full well that she just told your biggest secret the most horrible way possible.

"Sofia." Miguel snapped at her warning her to stop. But it was too late. You looked to your shocked and upset parents before scanning around the nearby people who heard the conversation.

"This was not how you were supposed to find out." You tell them.

"Backyard now." Your Father said. Your eyes widen, shocked from his angry tone. You had never heard you father speak to you like that. Not once.

"You. We're not finish yet." Miguel said to Sofia. You'd never seen Miguel give such a muderous glare to someone before, but that plus his cold tone sent a chill up your spine.

"Wasn't planning on leaving any time soon."

"And if I find out you were near our daughter while we're outside. There will be hell to pay." Miguel pointed at you when he said 'our daughter,' which made your heart melt before coming back into reality from the glare Sofia sends you from Miguel's words and you winced when you heard your mother gasp.

All four of you walked out to the backyard, farthest from the house so people can't hear.

Your parents looked at Miguel before looking back at you both upset. The awkward silence continued until your father spoke up: " you care to explain what's happening between you two?"

Miguel looked to you, noticing your panicked stars making you have a hard time to speak.

"I'm in love with your daughter and we've been together for almost five months."

"Y/n, you can't possibly be in love with a man you met only 6 months ago! How did this thing even start?! Was Tyler right? Did you cheat on him with Miguel?" Your mother said going into a rant.

"First off, I do love him, way more than I ever felt for Tyler. And I can't believe you would think I would cheat on that bastard when he cheated on me. Like I told you earlier, my relationship started after I caught Tyler cheating on me."

"Hold on." Your father said as he began to grow more upset. "The morning I came to your house and asked you where my daughter is, she was with you wasn't she? And you lied to my face when my wife and I were worried sick where she was! She's only 21 Miguel. She's too young for you."

"I'm a grown woman and responsible adult. I'll be with whoever I want to be with." You argued.

"Sam, Sarah. She's been well taken care of these past few months." Added Miguel.

"You live with each other?! Y/n when I asked you where you were living you said with Stephanie."

"I did live with Stephanie. For the first month right after I moved out of the apartment I shared with Tyler."

"So, how did this even hap-" asked your farther before being cut off by your mother, "when did you both actually meet?"

Your eyes widen, as your heart began to beat faster. Your gaze turns to Miguel before looking back at your parents pissed expressions. You knew the next few words were going to make everything way worse.

"We did only meet six months ago. But, the first time we did met was in Miami."

"You mean two years ago in Miami? When you were only 19?!"

"You had sex with my daughter when she was 19?!" Your father grew more livid, as he was about to come after Miguel. Of course Miguel would easily be able to hold his own, however you wouldn't see it happen as you step in front of your father.

"Get out of the way y/n." Your father warned you. When you didn't move a second later he grabbed you harshly by the wrist, making you wince as he nails cut into you as he pulled you away.

On instinct Miguel pushed Sam back as he grabs you by the waist and back to him. He quickly checked your wrist, anger rising on his face when he saw the already forming bruises.

"Dont you dare harm her again. We're leaving." Miguel was about to lead you back inside the house when your mother gently grabbed your non-brushed arm and said with a serious gaze,

"We'll stop paying for school. We won't pay for graduate school either, if you continue this." Said your mother, concerned etched on her face. Your eyes widen, anger coursing through your body.

"You're going to make me chose between my education and the man I love? Please don't make me do that. You know what I'm going to chose." You give Miguel's hand a squeeze knowing it would always be you and Gabi first.

"I'll pay for the rest of her education." Miguel joined in.

"That's insane. Her senior year alone will cost almost 50k for one semester. Plus forget about us helping you with your student loan debt. And that's way more than just 50k and that's just undergrad." Argued your mother, trying to scare him away.

"I can easily afford it. Money doesn't scare me away." Miguel shot back, knowing full well the intention behind her words. You looked to Miguel with a confused look before looking to your father who says, "she's too young to handle a world like that."

"Too young to handle what world? Miguel what's he talking about?"

"Mi amor, I was going to tell you soon."

"Wow, little miss perfect really is clueless." Sofia chuckled as she walked into the backyard.

"Sofia, get out. None of this concerns you." Miguel said before you stepped away from him, walking closer to her.

"Hold on, what am I so clueless about little miss bitch?" You bite back.

"I'll give you that sweetie, just because I'm such a nice person. It's kind of funny how you never thought of looking up your boyfriend. But like come on, who doesn't know about Nueva York's most successful, self-made billionaire Miguel O'Hara. And one of Nueva York's top socialite bachelors." Sofia tried to stifle her laughter when she saw your shocked expression.

Your eyes widen, a hurt expression crossed your eyes as you looked at Miguel who looked back at you with a sad and apologetic look before his gaze returned to a vicious glare back at Sofia.

"How did you even find where I lived, Sofia?"

" I found you from a tabloid Magazine of Mr. Richie rich picking up his doting girlfriend at her college. You can't possibly not have known about his wealth. You must be a really good gold digger to fool him." Sofia's words turned back to you.

"I-" You were having trouble finding words to argue back. Luckily Miguel stepped in to save you.

"You must have been oblivious not that long ago, Sofia. Because I remember our shitty relationship ending because I was too poor. And I bet the reason your back isn't for Gabi but because you also found out I have money."

"How dare you think I'm not here to see Abby."

"It's Gabi." You glare at her with a look of disgust that she couldn't remember her own daughter's name.

"Right. Well I'm not leaving anytime soon. I want time with my daughter."

"Over my dead body. You gave up all your custody rights when you abandoned her at my apartment when she was only a day old!" Miguel's voice grew slightly louder, growing more angry by the thought of Gabi being taken away from her family. You put your hand in Miguel's, your thumb gently caressing his knuckles to help calm him down.

"Maybe we should leave." You say to him, which he looked to you, gaze becoming soft as he nodded, still trying to calm down.

You both walk back into the house ignoring your parents yelling at you from the background, ignoring all the stares, and comments. You head to the kitchen as you see Gabi with Stephanie and Jack decorating cookies.

"Hey, thank you for watching her. We decided we're going to leave. I'll see you in a few days." You give Stephanie a small smile as you wipe Gabi's face off from the green frosting with a wet napkin before you pick her up in your arms. You hear your parents back inside as they call out for you, still upset. But you ignore them as you and Miguel leave.

You head to Miguel's car where everything for Christmas and staying in the city was packed. You buckle Gabi in her car seat, placing a kiss to the top of your head a smile escapes your lips as you see her yawn before you get in on the passenger side.

The entire ride to the city was in silence. You were slightly upset at Miguel for lying to you, maybe more upset since you were heartbroken by your parent's heartless reaction about your relationship with Miguel.

Miguel entered a large driveway to a luxurious apartment complex, where a man in doorman uniform came to the window with a welcoming smile. "Good evening Mr. O'Hara. Would you like the car parked?"

"Yes, thank you. Also could you have the things in the trunk sent up to my apartment?"

"Of course, sir."

You and Miguel got out of the car, you grabbed your purse as Miguel carried a now sleeping Gabi in his arms. He handed the young man a $100 tip before he guided you inside the modern apartment complex. Walking inside you were greeted by someone friendly at the front desk.

"Good evening Mr. O'Hara. Welcome back." To which Miguel nodded and smiled to the person in response.

When you entered the elevator Miguel pressed a fob key to a scanner, before the elevator began to move up. You noticed there were no buttons for levels, which you thought was interesting. Your gaze met his, as you saw that he wanted to say something but decided against it.

After a few minutes the elevator stopped and opened up to a vast and nice entry way. When you stepped outside and turned the corner your eyes widen by the massive penthouse. Your gaze quickly switched from the nice interior decoration to the gorgeous night skyline of Nueva York. Maybe if your heart didn't ache you would have enjoyed seeing this view for the first time.

"Cariño, I put Gabi in her bedroom. I know there's a lot we need to talk about. But first I want to say I'm so sorry that I didn't say anything about who I was I-" you turned to face him with a small smile as you interrupted him.

"Miguel, you don't need to give me an excuse. It's your money. Maybe I was a bit naive, as you do have two properties plus you bought one upstate. But I just thought you did really well at your job at Alchemax. Did I expect you to be a billionaire? No. But that doesn't change anything between us. I guess what maybe it hurt a bit. The reason why you didn't mention it was maybe you didn't fully trust me yet. Like maybe what Sofia said about me being a gold digger, maybe you were waiting to see if I was one or not. Or maybe that's just my insecurities consuming my mind. And I'm not even upset. I'm more upset at myself that for even a minute that I was upset at you for it. But I'm not. I just think with my parents reaction and Gabi's mom coming to the party unexpectedly I just didn't know where to put my emotions and I'm sorry."

You look up at him with tears in your eyes, trying to hold them in. But a second later you couldn't hold them much longer as they poured down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. You felt arms wrap around you, pulling you  against him into a hug, as he brushed the hair out of your face as well as wiping away your tears.

"I hate to see you this way, mi amor. It breaks my heart when you're hurting like this. You don't need to apologize, at all." He lifted your chin lovingly as he added, "I have always trusted you. Since day one I have always thought of you as a kind and loving person. Even with the slight knowledge that I do well, I never thought of you as a gold digger. That's just Sofia, trying to get into your head. She is a gold digger not you. Also, you are Gabi's mom not Sofia. I might have said that at the moment, cause I just was in shock at the party. At the moment the words to explain how she biologically is her mother was not coming to my mind. You are Gabi's mom. Gabi see's you as her mom and I see you as her mom, as well as the love of my life. And I think we should explain it to her tomorrow morning. And I'm sorry that your parents reacted like that. I knew that they might have been a bit upset, but I didn't think they would act so cruel. But they aren't your only family. Gabi and I are your family just as much as they are. And as your family and your boyfriend I will pay for the rest of your education."

"Miguel... no. I can figure it out on my own. It's my responsibility. And I will find a better part time job to help pay for the rest of college and I will set up a payment plan with my loans. Most people do this."

"Cariño, I can't just stand to the side and let you struggle with debt. Please let me help you." You get out of his embrace, looking up at him slightly annoyed that he won't take no for an answer.

"Are we really going to get in an argument over this?"

"We won't because I'll pay for it."

"Miguel, please just let this one go. Please." You look up at him with pleading eyes, to which he let out a sigh, deciding to let it go for now. He pulled you into another embrace leaning in to place a kiss to your lips which you happily returned. After the kiss you stay in each other's arms, trying to forget all of the stress and worries from tonight.

"Mama, Papa."

You and Miguel turned to see Gabi from the hallway in her Pjs and holding her favorite stuffed Bunny in her arms.

"Oh Baby bug, what are you doing up so late? We thought you were asleep." You say and you and Miguel walk over to her as he picks her up in his arms. You brush some of the curls out of her face and behind her ear.

"I couldn't go back to sleep. And I heard you crying mama and I wanted to give you a hug to make you feel better." Said Gabi as she pouted, not liking the thought that you were sad. You took Gabi into your arms as you gave her a big hug and a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm sorry if I woke you. I'm alright though, but thank you for your hug. It helped a lot." You smiled which made Gabi's pout turn into a grin as she wrapped her arms around your neck, "I love you mama."

"I love you too my baby bug. Now let's get you back to bed."

"Wait, who was that lady at the party? Papa said she was my mama, but you are my mama." You and Miguel look at each other before you both sit on the sofa in the living room. Miguel picked up Gabi and sat her on his lap as you sat right next to him, putting her feet on your lap.

"I'm sorry if I confused you earlier, princesa."

"I asked Auntie Stephanie and Uncle Jackie, but they wouldn't tell me anything. They just kept on giving me cookies to decorate." Gabi pouted slightly. You internally chuckled when you heard Gabi call your brother Uncle Jackie. You were never going to stop teasing him about that.

"Well I'm glad they didn't tell you because it's better that Mama and I explain it to you." Said Miguel as you noticed he try to stifle a laugh from the silly nickname she gave your older brother. Miguel looked back at you, worry in his eyes. You smiled softly and brushed some of his dark curls that have fallen out of place behind his ear. Even though Miguel has been in the parenting game a lot longer than you, you could see that he was still learning too. He smiled at you before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

" Sometimes not all Mama's and Papa's are biologically related to their children. But that doesn't mean they aren't your Mamas and Papas. The woman you met today, she isn't your Mama. I'm sorry that I confused you earlier. Papa wasn't thinking properly. Y/n is your Mama, but the woman you met today, Sofia, she carried and gave birth to you."

"Are you bio-logitally to me Papa?" You and Miguel lightly chuckled as Gabi tried to pronounce such a big word for her age.

"Yes, I am."

"How did you help that lady bring me to life?" Both your and Miguel's eyes widen from her question as your cheeks tinted pink and Miguel coughed from the sudden question.

"That's a question that will be answered when you're old enough to understand." You chuckle as you pick Gabi up and hold her in your arms. "But even though I didn't give birth to you. You'll always be my daughter and my baby bug. And I will always love you."

"I love you too Mama." Gabi wrapped her tiny arms around your neck again giving you another hug.

"Now let's get you to bed."

All exhausted from the hectic events taking place both you and Miguel got undressed and under the covers, falling asleep right away in each others arms.

The next morning you woke up to the beautiful city view skyline, bringing a warm smile to your face happy to finally enjoy the beautiful scenery before you. You sit up to look for your phone, but notice it was on Miguel's side table charging. Another smile came to your face, as you loved how thoughtful Miguel was to you. Knowing that the sun was up, you knew he would be up any minute so to get your phone you decided to straddle him before leaning over to grab your phone.

You turned it back on a frown forming on your lips as you saw the hundreds of texts and miscalls from your parents and siblings. You scrolled through some of them, and rolled your eyes seeing the repetitive cruel things your parents said yesterday now on text. The messages from your brothers were nicer, just trying to be the bridge between the two disputing sides.

Large hands made their way to your waist, as his thumb gently rubbed circles to your sides. You places the phone to the side as your frown is replaced by a warm smile as you looked down at your half-awake boyfriend.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, cariño. Though I'm really enjoying waking up to you straddling me, I didn't think I would see you frowning first thing when I see your beautiful face. What's wrong?"

You leaned down and gave him a good morning kiss, to which Miguel took the advantage of wrapping his arms around you and bringing you down on to his chest, which made you laugh in surprise between his loving kisses. Placing one more kiss to his lips you place your face in the crook of his neck, enjoying the mixture of his shampoo and cologne blending into a welcoming scent of citrus, bamboo, amber, patchouli and musk. With his alluring smell, the gently combing his fingers through your hair, and the rhythm of his beating heart made you almost fall back asleep.

"I checked my phone, thank you for charging it for me. But I saw what feels like a hundred texts and miss calls from my parents. And it's all the same horrible stuff they were saying last night."

"I'm sorry you had to see that. Obviously they'll be calling us both today. I just say we ignore it for now and enjoy the our time in the city." Miguel said after checking his phone to see just as many texts and miss calls from your parents.

"I think that's a good idea. Oh, forgot to say. Merry Christmas Eve." You kiss up his neck to his chin before reaching his plush lips.

"Merry Christmas Eve, mi amor."

After a few more sweet kisses you decided to unstraddle his lap, to Miguel disappointment. But you tease of a person, whispered in his ear, "I'm hoping Santa Claus visits me tonight. But I think I'm on the naughty list." You gently kiss the side of his neck before getting up from the bed and leaving a blushing Miguel as you quickly put on a pair of his sweat pants and one of your bras and tank tops before going to the elevator where all your things from the car were neatly placed by the doorman.

You grabbed the bags of all the gifts you had bought and bring them back to the bedroom. When you entered, Miguel was sitting up in bed looking at his phone, obviously irritated.

You set the bags down, except for one semi-large box. You get back on the bed as you straddle his legs and place the box on his lap.  "Maybe this will let that iconic O'Hara smile show. Is everything ok though?"

Miguel placed the phone on the bed next to him, surprised to see the box on his lap as his smile reappeared.

"I guess out of spite, your mother gave Sofia my new phone number. And now she won't stop texting me. She's being 'nice.'" Miguel air quotes the word nice before he handed you over his phone so you could see. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw the sickly sweet messages from her. However, you smiled when you saw the text he sent her back, obviously irritated and asking her not to text him again.

"Enough about the pains in our side. I got you something. Ok, maybe it's for us. But you don't get to see the other part until tonight." You wink at him, which earned a smirk on his lips as he opens the box. His brows furrowed with a smile on his face as he lifted pieces of soft red and white clothing. You decide to get off the bed as you see him get out of bed, getting a nice glance of only him in his boxers before he put on the suit.

Your eyes widen, grin growing, cheeks growing a shade red as you see him in the final product. He wore a deep red Santa suit with white fluff lining down his chest meeting into a middle right above his waist with a large black belt and followed by deep red pants that shaped him just as well at the top part. And it all matched with black boots.

"How do I look?" Miguel smirked. You walk up to him as you placed your hands on his bare chest.

"Really sexy. Maybe too sexy. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands of you." You chuckle.

"I like the words coming out of your mouth."

"I bet you'll like what my mouth is going to do." You go on your knees, eyes never leaving his reddish-brown. Settled between his legs as you lower his pants and free his erect cock.

You stroked him a few times before you dragged your tongue up his member before kissing his leaking tip. You open your mouth for him to slide onto your tongue and down your throat your lust-filled gaze not leaving his own as a groan escaped his lips.

"Mi amor, your too good to me. I don't deserve you or your pretty mouth." Miguel moaned out as his hand reached the back of your head. His fingers intertwined into your hair as he gently thrusts into your throat. You hum against his cock in approval, earning another groan from Miguel's lips. Miguel gently thrusts more of himself into your mouth; but as this wasn't the first blow job you've given him, you've gotten quite enough practice to be able to deep throat him now. As he continued his movements you continued to move your tongue along his cock.

"Fuck baby, I can't last much longer." Miguel thrusted his cock as deep as it could go before spilling it into your throat. You happily take him all before removing your mouth and licking his tip clean. You slowly wiped your thumb across your lip, as a bit was left on your lips before you licked it off your finger, while your gaze stayed locked on his.

"My god, mi amor. You make me want to ravage you when you do that."

"Why don't you then." You grin, standing up from your spot on the ground. Miguel grabs you and puts you on the bed, as you get on top of you he raises you shirt kissing your stomach up to your breasts, as he was about to take a nipple into his mouth the doorbell rang from the hallway.

"What was that?"

"Nothing hermosa." Miguel said as he took a nipple in his mouth, before lowering one of his hands into your sweats about to finger fuck you. However, the doorbell rang again. A growl of frustration left Miguel as he kissed your lips before getting off of you. He checked his phone, and sighed. "Ese maldito hermano mío. Gabriel's here early. Again. I'm sorry cariño." (that damn brother of mine.)

"It's ok, Miggy. We can continue later. Plus I still have that second part of the gift to show you tonight." You kiss him one more time before getting off the bed.

"I can't wait for it."

After both getting quickly dressed in proper clothing, Miguel pressed a button on his phone that let the elevator come up to the penthouse.

As the elevator doors open, walked in Gabriel with his usual bright smile as he carried in

two bags filled with gifts.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you again! I'm hoping my brother hasn't been tormenting you too much. Blink twice if you need saving." Gabriel  chuckled as he set down the bags as he gave you a hug which you happily returned.

"Juro por Dios..." Miguel lightly glared as he sent him a 'I'm going to kill you,' smile at his brother as he stood right next to you.

"He's been good. And I'm good too. It's nice to see you again. Feels like it's been a while." You chuckle at Gabriel's silly personality.

"Now where's my little sobrina." (Niece)

"Asleep. She went to bed late, so we're letting her sleep a bit longer." Said Miguel.

"Aw, ok. Is she ok?" Gabriel asked, worry etched in his tone.

"She's fine. A lot happened yesterday. My parents , well the neighborhood knows about our relationship now and..." you looked to Miguel.

"Sofia somehow found out where I lived and came to the holiday party and said to Gabi that she was her mother." Added Miguel.

"Yeah, I would probably have a hard time sleeping too. And I can't believe that damn woman shows up after everything she's done." Gabriel eyes widen before a his brows furrowed and a frown appeared on his face, something rarely that happens, by the mention of Sofia's name.

"We decided though that we are going to live our lives and try to ignore it all as much as we can." You said.

"That sounds like a good plan. Now, let me make you all a proper Christmas Eve breakfast, my brother never can get our mother's recipe quite right." Gabriel heads to the kitchen.

"I swear he wants me to punch him." Miguel grits his teeth as he sends a glare to the back of his brother's head. You chuckle as you caress Miguel's cheek.

"How about you go check on your emails really quick in your office and I'll go help Gabriel in the kitchen." You go on your tip toes as Miguel nods before he leans down the rest of the way to kiss you, giving you a loving smile before heading to his office.

You head to the kitchen wear you see Gabriel cracking eggs into a bowl.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You smile as you wash your hands before drying them.

"Yes, you can. Can you grate some of these cheeses?"

"Sure thing." You smile as you go through the many cabinets trying to find the cheese grater.

"Third bottom cabinet to your right."

"Thank you. It's my first time here, so I don't know where everything is." You go to the right cabinet and take it out before you hoping Gabriel at the kitchen island and started to grate the cheeses for the omelettes.

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened last night?" Gabriel looked over at you with a small smile before looking back at the task before him. You smile back as you tell him everything that happened last night, from Gabi starting to call you Mom, parents finding out about your relationship with Miguel told by Sofia who appeared out of nowhere and causing trouble herself, and then the part about how you didn't know about Miguel's wealth status, also cruelly told by Sofia.

"Wow, that definitely is a crazy night. I'm happy you also know about Miguel's 'status,' he's been wanting to tell you for a long time, but he just didn't know when to say it. I guess he was worried you might leave. But he never said that, but I can just hear it in his voice. My brother has had girlfriends in the past, but he's never loved someone like he loves you. He's heads over heels for you." Gabriel smiles at you as he moved to pour the eggs into the pan.

"Well, I hope he knows this. But I'm heads over heels for your brother. I can't imagine not having him or Gabi in my life." As if on cue Miguel walked into the kitchen, with a loving smile on his face as his gaze met yours. You cheeks tint pink, wondering if he heard you and Gabriel's conversation. He places his hands on your hips as he pulled you into his embrace from behind, taking your chin and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I love you." He said. Your cheeks grew a shade darker. Oh he definitely heard your conversation.

"I love you too."

"Ok, you two. Either get a room or help me with cooking." Gabriel chuckled as he connoted to make the omelettes.

You saw Miguel roll his eyes, as he leaned down to kiss your one last time before he gently pushed Gabriel away from the stove, "I'll do it. You're burning them."

"B-burning them? I'm adding a nice crisp! You make them too watery!" Gabriel argued back as he tried to get back to the pan, though tall and fit he was still no where compared to his older brother.

You smile at the two O'Hara brother, leaving them to continue their banter while you head to Gabi's room. Checking the time, you thought it was smart for Gabi to wake up. You gently open the door, as you quietly walk in. You look around to see the adorable light blue room, filled with a few soccer balls, dolls, and legos filled with butterflies and soccer balls decorated around the room. You kneel down by her bedside. Your heart on the verge of bursting for how adorable she was.

"Good morning Baby bug. Merry Christmas Eve. It's time to wake up." you gently brush some of her brown curls, the same has her fathers, covering her face. Big brown eyes reveal themselves to you, and a small smile appears on her face.

"Mama!"Getting a boost of energy, Gabi sits up to hug you. Lifting her out of bed, you stop, before grabbing her stuffed bunny know that she would want to have that with her.

"How did you sleep?" You step out of her room.

"Good!" She smiled after yawning as she rested her head in the crook of your neck.

"Oh guess who's here?"

"Santa!" Gabi's head popped up as she looked at you with excitement, which made you chuckle.

"Not Santa, it's too early for him to visit yet. He comes during the night. Tio Gabi is here."

"That's even better!" Gabi cheered which warmed your heart as you kissed the top of her head before making your way into the kitchen.

"Guess who's awake." You say, having the two O'Hara brothers turn to face you and Gabi.

"Good morning princesa." Miguel smiled at the loving sight of you and Gabi. He was about to walk over to lift her into his arms, but was beat to it by his brother. "Aw my mini Gabi! My favorite sobrina. I've missed you." You handed Gabi over to Gabriel as he gives her a big hug.

"Tio Gabi, I'm your only sobrina." Gabi giggled.

"Who knows Gabi, maybe you'll get a littler brother or sister one day." Chuckled Gabriel, which made Gabi eyes brighten up as her mile widens. "Really?! Mama, Papa! Will I?"

Your cheeks turn a bright red, eyes widen. Your embarrassment grew further as you felt Miguel hand on your lower back.

"N-no princesa. Not at the moment. But maybe one day." Miguel looks down at you, trying to figure out what you thought.

"Yes, definitely one day. But not at the moment sweetheart."

"Aw ok."

You felt Miguel give you a love squeeze to your waist, pulling you into his chest and placing a kiss to your cheek, hinting that he liked your answer before making his way to his brother, "now let me get a hug from my daughter."

"Papa!" Gabi smiled as she practically hopped out of Gabriel's arms and into her father's.

After breakfast was finished being made everyone sat together at the dinning table. Miguel helped cut up Gabi's omelette, which you smiled at the sight, wanting to keep this moment as a mental image in your head.

You recalled how the topic of having more kids has been brought up a few times recently. You know with Miguel being in his late thirties, he probably wants to get married and have a few more children. And you know that one day he will want to talk about it seriously with you.

And of course you're not against the idea of getting married and giving Gabi a few brothers or sisters, but you know you want to have your career start off first. But you're not sure if Miguel will want to wait that long. Sometimes you forget the age difference between the both of you. Yeah, there are many couples with big age gapes, some even bigger, but probably when both people were both out of school and had somewhat of a career. Of course you know exactly what you want to do, you just haven't gotten to start it yet. Maybe you should ask Miguel about how you get noticed by Alchamex.

"Mi amor? Y/n?" Miguel called out your name, concern seen in his eyes.

"Yes, sorry. I got lost in my own thoughts. What were we talking about?" Your cheeks tuned pink, embarrassed from not paying attention to your boyfriend talking to you.

"It's alright, cariño. I was asking if you wanted to go ice skating in Central Park." Miguel chuckled, he thought your slight embarrassment was cute.

"I would love to."

"Then maybe after we could go see Santa at Macys. I heard he's making a quick appearance here in New York before he flies all around the world to give presents." Said Gabriel, which perked Gabi's attention.

"Can we go! Please!"

"Of course, we can!" Said Gabriel. You looked over to Miguel who sighed to himself, only you catching it. You take his hand and give it a small squeeze, to which he smiled.

"Well then let's get all bundle up to go." You say as you stand up.

After getting Gabi ready and let her go hangout with Gabriel in the living room, Miguel joined you in the bedroom. As you pulled the long sleeve sweater over your head, your met with a kiss to your lips. Thought surprised you smile into the kiss before pulling away.

Miguel goes into his walk in closest, getting warmer clothes for outside. You walk and lean on the doorframe of his closet.

"Hey, can I ask a question?"

Miguel looks at you trying to figure out if its series are not. Seeing that it doesn't seem serious he smiles, "Of course." He says as he pulls his shirt off and puts on the new one.

"I need to start looking for jobs and grad schools in Nueva York. I don't know why I feel weird asking you this. Maybe because your my boyfriend, and I'm really acting my

age right now." You nervously chuckle before adding, "And I know you did the grad/internship program at Alchamex, well they asked you to cause you are a certified genius, before going full time there. I was wondering if you knew when they start looking for new grads and interns." You bit your lip, for some reason your nerves were skyrocketing throughout your body. Maybe because you were asking for genius Alchamex Miguel and not your boyfriend.

"Well, first off. You never should have to feel nervous with me. You know I would give you the world if I could. And I remember you were interested in working in my department at Alchamex. I can look at your resume and transcript when we get back, if you'd like?" Miguel smiled as he looped his belt around his pants before buckling it together.

"That would be really sweet of you. I would really like that. Thank you."

"Anything for you, mi amor." Miguel pulled you into his lap, as he sat down on the leather bench, his shoes and socks next to him.

"Hey, I know the topic of children has come up a few times lately." His words began to make your heart race against your chest. "And I-"

"Are you two almost ready to go?" Gabriel yelled from the hallway.

Not ready to have this talk so soon, as your 99.99% sure of what he is goi by to say. You get out of his lap, "yeah, just getting shoes on. Be right there." You say before turning to face to face Miguel, "I'll go check on those two to make sure they aren't getting into any trouble. Specifically Gabriel." You say before walking out of the closest and out of your bedroom.

"Y/n" you heard your name right when you left the bedroom, but you decide to pretend you didn't hear him as you continue your way to the living room.

After getting downstairs and walking over just a block to Central Park from the apartment and adventuring through the beautiful winter scenic view.

You walked by Miguel 's side gloved hand in gloved hand, Gabriel a few steps ahead holding Gabi's hand.

For it being Christmas Eve, you were surprised by the lack of people skating on the ice. Unknown to you Miguel had called ahead and bought for the ice skating to be almost sold out for a few hours today, letting only a few other people to skate, so it didn't look conspicuous.

"Wow, look! It's so pretty!" Gabi said as she jumped up and down in excitement. "Well he there Gabi. Don't worry." Gabriel chuckled as Gabi tried to pull him to move faster.

By the time all four of you made it and got your skates, you sat down on the wooden bench to get yours on. Miguel came over to you, looking even more like a giant as he had his skates on. After you made sure yours were tight, Miguel lent you a hand and helped you up.

You all made it to the ice rink, and despite skating every year during the holidays since you were younger than Gabi you were slightly nervous to get on the ice. But like every year you swallow your nerves and get on the ice, and as soon as you do you feel happy and relaxed.

You get a few feet from the entrance before swiftly turning around as you see Miguel help Gabi on to the ice. Just like you, you could see the  worry in her eyes as Miguel helped her to step on to the ice. Then as he stepped on to the ice behind her, he began to skate over to you, his hand under her arms to help keep her up. The laughter and smiles on both Gabi and Miguel's face made your heart melt from the adorable site. You couldn't resist as you took your phone out of your pocket and took a photo of them, making sure to show it to Miguel later.

"Look Mama! I'm on the ice!"

"I can see that baby bug. You're doing great." You say as Miguel skates her over to you.

"Now Gabi, you can't lock your knees when you skate. Always make sure they are slightly bent. And don't lean back. And it's almost like walking, your feet are just slowly sliding on the ice. Just like when you slide with your furry socks on the hardwood floors. Now Mama is right in front of you. Do you want to try and skate to her?"

"Yeah!" Gabi nods. As she was told she tried to follow her father'a instructions. As soon as she got a foot away from him, you saw her nerves come back as she begin to freeze, before anything could happen you skate the last few feet towards her as you hold both her hands.

"It's ok, baby bug. I got you. But great job on trying. I remember when I was your age, it took me some time on the once before I felt comfortable enough to skate on my own."

"Like Mamita said, you'll get there when you do. But for now you can skate with us." Miguel skilled and skated up next to the both of you as he took her other hand. You and Miguel begin to skate really slow to help Gabi learn how to properly skate, and to gain the confidence to do it on her own.

After skating for a while together, Gabi finally got the confidence to try on her own, of course with you and Miguel right behind her, just in case she fell, which she did.

After a few tears were shed, and a bunch of hugs and kisses were given to make her feel better, plus a hot chocolate with whip cream and marshmallows made her frown turn back into her beautiful smile.

All four of you decided to take a nice walk through the park.

"Wait! Can I make a snowman?" Asked Gabi as she runs towards the vast amount of snow covering the park.

"Of course!" You say as you follow her into the snowy field. You help Gabi with forming the body of the snowman, however, the little five year old decided to gather up snow into her tiny gloved palms and form a ball.

"Mama, can we throw one at Papa?" Gabi grinned, which made you laugh. "Yes." You mimicked her grin as she passed you the snowball, and made herself another one.

Miguel's back was facing you and Gabi at the moment as he talked to Gabriel. Knowing you wouldn't be able to get close without his crazy good hearing warning you of your presence, you stop just a few feet from him.

"Ok, three, two, one...throw" you whisper yell as both you and Gabi throw the harmless snow at Miguel's back.

Miguel quickly turned around with a surprised face, a smile appearing as he saw both you and Gabi try to hide your laughter. Of course Gabriel couldn't hide his, as he burst out in laughter from his brother's reaction.

"Oh, we want to play like that. Do we know?" Miguel chuckled before he slowly began to walk over to both of you, before jumping into a sprint. You and Gabi ran in the opposite direction, Gabi squealing in delight. Of course you didn't get far before Miguel grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his chest, however you both lost your balance and fell backwards into a large pile of snow, that was luckily there to make the landing soft. Gabi followed right after you by falling on to Miguel as he caught her with the other arm that wasn't around you.

All three of you laughed, as you laid in the pile of snow. "Mis traviesas niñas." Said Miguel before he pulled you both in for a hug.

"Aww, such a cute family! Makes me want to settle and have one." Said Gabriel as he took a photo of the three of you.

"Well maybe you should, so that you'll bother me less." Said Miguel.

"Nah, you would miss me too much."

Gabi got up, followed by you as you lent a hand to   Help Miguel up. But you noticed the mischievous grin on his face a little too late as he pulls you back down into his chest.

"Miguel!" You giggle before they are deal by a kiss.

"Ok, you two love birds. I got a photo for the picture books, now get up. I'm freezing." Said Gabriel after taking a photo of you and Miguel knowing you both would want these sweet moments saved. He handed Miguel's phone back to him which he had stolen to take photos.

After heading back to the apartment, having dinner, and opening the presents Gabriel brought it was time to say goodnight and goodbye.

"I had a great day with all of you. I hope you have a nice Christmas and new years. I'll see you both next year!" Gabriel said as he saluted off before the elevator door closed on him.

You let out a small laugh after you saw Miguel roll his eyes from his brother's words.

You both head to the bedroom to finish wrapping presents from Santa for Gabi.

"Finally done. Now to put them under the tree." Said Miguel as he lays his head on your lap, relaxed by you combing your fingers through his hair.

"There's one more gift left." You grin down at him as he looks up at you confused.

"Where is it?" Miguel sighs softly thinking it's another large present to wrap from Santa.

"It will be here after Santa puts the presents under the tree." You say with hint of lust in your tone before you lean down and kiss him.

"I can't wait to see what it is." Miguel returns the kiss, getting the hint, as he grins and leaves your lap stacking all the presents as he quietly heads to the living room, careful not to wake Gabi.

You quickly get out of your day clothes already wearing it underneath. You had seen the holiday-themed lingerie when you were shopping, and you knew Miguel would love it.

Putting your clothes in the hamper you rushed to the master bathroom, taking your hair out of the low hanging bun, fixing it up a bit. You check yourself in the mirror happy with the final product. You were wearing dark red lingerie, with a bra that tied in to a semi large bow in the front, which once untied reveals your bare chest. To match you wore the same color panties that had a bit of tulle around it, creating a extremely short, really a skirt, skirt. But who cares, it was going to be tossed to the floor in a matter of minutes anyways.

You checked the time on your phone, it's was midnight, officially making it Christmas. When you hear his footsteps coming, you lean against the bed as soon as he opened the door.

When his eyes met yours, they widened before being filled with lust, as he made his way over to you. He grabbed you by the waist as he pulled you against his bare chest.

"Merry Christmas Miggy."

"Merry Christmas in deed, mi hermosa amor." Miguel looks you over, savoring every single detail of you. He too your chin and gently lifted it as he leaned down and kissed you, Persian galore of himself into you. Your core tightened at the feeling of his hard-on against your stomach.

"One more thing. Pull the ribbon." You smiled against his lips. Miguel kissed your lips one more time before doing as you said. In one swift pull, the perfect bow was gone revealing your chest. You could see the lust cloud his eyes more, and in a blink of an eye you were underneath him on the bed, as his lips kiss down from your neck, down to your breasts. "Tan hermosa." His lips latched on to one of your nipples, hitching your breath letting out a moan. His hand swiftly moved your panties to the side inserting a finger into your aching cunt. Another moan escaped your lips.

"Keep singing for me, cariño." Miguel con tied to mark up your breasts as he thrusted a second finger into you, curling his fingers knuckles deep.

"Mhmm please Miguel." You moaned out as you near your breaking point.

"You want to cum mi amor?"

"Yes, please Miggy." You groan as you feel the loss of his fingers. Before you know it, your straddle on top of him, as he slams you down on to his cock.

"Only good girls get to cum, and I thought you said this morning your were naughty. You want to cum? Bounce on my cock until I think you deserve your release." Miguel grinned.

You lightly glare down at him as his grin widens further. However, the need for your release was too much as you begin to move your hips. You rarely fuck in this position, so the feeling of his cock stabbing deeper into you was heavenly. Your clench against him, earning a groan from him.

"Damn baby, your so fucking tight."

At the pace you were going, your hips began to grow tired starting slowly lose your rhythm. However, Miguel being your savior grabbed your hips and began to move you up and down keeping up with your quick and rough pace. You began to feel your core tighten once again.

"Miguel please. Please." You whine out your brain begins to feel foggy only focusing on the feeling of his thick ridged cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Are you a good girl?" Miguel panted from beneath you.

"Y-yes I am. I'm a good girl. Now please Miguel." You whine out.

"Of course, cariño." Miguel chuckled as he flipped you, now in missionary as his pace quickened, pummeling his cock deep inside you as his balls slap against you. His hand lowered to your clit as he began to rub it with the same ferocity as his thrusts. Another moan escaped from your lips, electricity coursing through your entire body. Your eyes roll back as you feel your release.

Miguel continued to slam his cock deep inside you, causing you to feel your overstimulation coming on.

"Fuck, I love this damn pussy. I love you, y/n."

"I love you to Miguel." You breathed out. From your words Miguel let out groan as he released himself deep inside you, now filled full with his warm seed.

After a few more thrusts Miguel pulled out as he lied right next to you. You turned to face him as one of his arms warped around your waist pulling your sweaty naked body against his. He leaned down and captured his lips before saying, " Thank you for the wonderful Christmas present."

You wake up the next morning to Gabi jumping up on you bed, with a wide and happy smile.

"Wake up! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!"

Luckily after your session with Miguel last night you both cleaned up and got into proper pjs before going to sleep, knowing that Gabi would wake up before the both of you and barge into the room.

"Good Morning princesa. How did you sleep?" Miguel said in his deep and rough morning voice as he smile up at his daughter who was jumping for joy on the bed.

"Great! Santa came! He left a bunch of presents! Can we please open them. Please!"

"Alright, Baby bug. We'll get up." You chuckle as you get out of bed and swoop Gabi off her feet to which she giggled. You set her on the ground right next to you.

"Ok, first let's make coffee for me and Papa and then we will open presents."

After getting coffee you and Miguel sit next to each other on the sofa as you watch Gabi open up her many many many presents.

After she opened all of hers she handed you and Miguel one from under the tree.

Miguel opened his which, was a gift Gabi got for him, with you helping her with the funds to get it.

"Aw princesa I love it. I'll use it all the time." Miguel smiled as he held up a coffee tumblr that read, World's Best Papa and Scientist.

"Your turn Mama!"

You smile as you read the name tag, To the love of my life. From your Miggy. You rip off the wrapping paper to see a gorgeous thin red rectangle velvet box with gold stitching. You open the box, as a gasp leaves your lips. Your eyes lock with Miguel's who smiles lovingly at you.

Before you in the box was a simple but gorgeous Cartier gold chain necklace. In the center dangled three beautiful dark red rubies. Your heart melted as the color reminded you of Miguel's eyes. Even though his were brown, you swore in the light they glistened like beautiful dark rubies. You knew you would never take this off, knowing that a part of him was always with you.

"It's beautiful Miguel. I love it." Tears brim the corner of your eyes as you kiss his cheek before giving him a hug. "Can you help me put it on?"

"Of course, mi amor." Miguel smiled bright, happy you loved his gift. You turned your back as you pull your hair to the side as he put the necklace on you. A tiny chill went up your body as you felt the cold necklace lay against your neck. You trim back around as you looked to Gabi with a smile.

"It's beautiful Mama. You look gorgeous!"

"You look stunning." Miguel says.

You enjoyed the rest of the festive holiday cuddle up next to Miguel on the sofa watching holiday movies with Gabi sitting on the ground distracted with playing with her brand new toys.

You couldn't imagine a more perfect Christmas. A Christmas spent with your new family.

The last few days went by in a breeze. When you Miguel and Gabi weren't staying in the comfort of the warm apartment, you adventure out to the various holiday markets around the city, or gaze at the stunning Christmas decorations.

Today was finally December 31st. You and Miguel decided that with the chaos and drama still being thrown at both at you through text messages and voice mails you decide to have it just be you two and Gabi.

You were in the kitchen making dinner, saying you would be happy to make some classic dishes that you've had with your family.

Arms wrapped around your waist, as a smile graced your lips from a kiss placed to your cheek.

"Everything smells very good, cariño."

"Thank you. Do you want to try some?" You say as you held up a spoon with some of the food. He happily took it and smiled. "That tastes amazing."

"Thank you Miggy."

After dinner was served and happily enjoyed by the O'Hara's you all settled on the sofa as you watch the Nueva York New Years commencement.

You look down to see a sleeping Gabi who was sprawled out on your and Miguel's lap.

"I guess it's time she goes to sleep.She's so adorable." You say quietly as you gently brush back some of her curls.

"She is. I'll take her to bed."

"Ok." You smile as you place a goodnight kiss to the top of Gabi's head before Miguel lifted her up and carried her to bed.

After a few minutes Miguel came back as he sat right next to you on the sofa, wrapping an arm around you to pull you against him.

"Did she wake up?"

"Nope still was out like a light. Nothing can wake her up if she's asleep. Reminds me of a very someone." Miguel looks at you as he chuckled.

"What can I say, I love to sleep." You smile as you  rest your head on him as you both continue to watch the tv.

The count down began on the tv as thousands of voices joined together in time square.

10...9...8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2...1!

Happy New year!

You joined in with the voices on the tv as you were standing, excitement etched throughout your body. Miguel pulled you against his chest, a big smile on his face before dipping you slightly and capturing his lips with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss. A few seconds later, your lips parted, lips both slightly swollen. As the New Year's music plays on in the background from the TV all you could pay attention to was Miguel.

"Happy New Year, Miggy."

"Happy New Year, mi amor. I can't wait to see what this year has in store for us." He smiles wide, showing his dimples before leaning down and kissing you again.

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Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara

Cw: size kink, mask kink, masked sex, spit, reader doesn’t know it’s Miguel …picture taking?? and choking. One sentence in Spanish. You can obviously tell I got lazy I just wanted to post something really quick <333

You had decided to have a small get together at your house. Inviting a few known friends, ofc they invited more but you had told them to come masked. It was like a little mystery, you loved mysteries. You had already known who Peter was because of his loud rambling.

He was dressed as Leatherface. A bad one at that, he looked nothing like Leatherface, he was literally wearing the green trench jacket that he wears everywhere. It was horrible.

Everyone had revealed themselves. All except the Ghostface.

His build was strong, tough even. Looked like he was made out of solid iron. The way he stood had you hypnotized. His arms crossed against his protruding chest, head tilting to the side under his mask.

He was just too good to look at. His arms were just bulging with veins. It almost made you fantasize about them having you in a head lock.

You still didn’t know who it was, but jesus fucking Christ were they strong. The way he had his fist balled into your hair and both of his knees touching the wooden floor on each side of you almost made you die.

He was manhandling you so good. The way he fucked into you made you see stars, you were in such a heavy daze. you didn’t even see the flash of the picture he took.

His cock was so thick, your walls struggled to take him with each thrust. It was crazy how one could have so much power behind them. He was enjoying this all too well. Tightening his fist in your hair, pulling your head back and using his other hand to pull the bottom part of his mask up. Just enough for you to see his puckered lips. Your mouth opened like the greedy slut you were.

He spit into your mouth, it sounded so dirty. So, vile. He’s fucking you so so so good, covering up your moans with his huge hands.

The groans he’s letting out sound heavenly, his deep grunts making shivers go down your spine. You try to get him to sit up a little to lessen the pressure of his thrust he is just not letting up.

It feels too good for him to stop. He isn’t focused on your pleasure anymore, it’s all about him. The sound of his hips connecting with yours covered in your slickness is deafening, if anyone had walked by they would most definitely hear and know what was going on.

“Fuck.” It was small very faint, you wouldn’t even have been able to tell it was him if you weren’t the one getting their brains fucked out.

You heard it as clear as day, yet you still didn’t know who it was that was fucking you so good.

His hand started gripping your hair harder before moving it down to your throat squeezing it softly. You feel a slight tug on your costume, He’s ripping the top part open and gripping a hand full of your tits.

You felt disgusted as he laughed when drool started running down the side of your mouth.

“Please please please.”

You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore. He starts to slow down his thrusts and grips your side before flipping you over onto your back.

You could see his build so much better. His neck dripping with sweat.

His whole hand covered you face as he pushed you more into the floor, making your head turn to the side. Your face smushed into the floorboards.

Everything was feeling so good. Pink lips peaking from under his mask.

“No.” Just a small grunt

You wanted to see his face so bad. It was painful not really. You were squirming under his weight, his heavy large palms practically suffocating you.

“F-fuck, hold on just g-give me-.”

You could barely breathe, barely even speak because of the way he was practically pounding you into the wooded floor. His thrusts so heavy and full of vigor.

Tears forming at your eyes, you can feel yourself about to cum you just need.. you just need

“P-please slow,”

Your words are so slurred it sounds like you’re drunk. He’s not even letting up, not a bit. He’s too heavy, you’re gonna make a mess it’s not like you didn’t try to warn him. You begged him to slow down.

White noise is all you hear as he hits just the right spot

“Wait wait wait, p-please.”

Your hands bunching up next to your head, having nothing to grip onto for support. You can hear your mess splashing onto the wooden floor.

“So fuckin messy.”

He’s chuckling? He’s.. laughing.

Your pussy couldn’t even push him out with the force of your orgasm. He’s just too heavy and thick inside of you.

He’s heavy breathing in your ear, grunting and groan as he plows into you like he owns you. At this point he does. Fucking you like he’s possessed by something.

His thrusts become more sloppy as you can tell that he is nearing his end, he thighs smacking against the back of yours. His hips are stuttering debating if he wants to cum on you, or in you. He of course chooses the latter pushing so deep into you, you can feel and hear cogs falling out of your head and onto the floor.

He’s so deep, his thighs tensing as he releases inside of you.

Your cunt is just so warm why would he want to leave it? Well of course to see what he’s left behind. He slowly pulls out and the pearly beads of cum quickly follow, he’s using his thumb to spread you open as he watches your pussy clench around nothing.

“Absolutamente hermosa, nena.” (Absolutely beautiful, baby)

The voice. The slightest accent that you couldn’t hear before.

He pulls you so you’re face upwards and uses your hand to put you into a sitting position.

Just as you start to blink away the fucking he gave you. He’s pulling his mask off with a grin.

Miguel, your best friend.

[buckys-lover]

Again

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

nsfw masterlist | main masterlist

word count: 0.7k

summary: miguel finds out you can squirt, and he wants to make you do it again

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, miguel being kinda needy, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), a bit of praise and degrading :), creampie (bc i have a breeding kink), a lot of italics bc how else would y’all know what I mean?, also Spanish (translation at the end)

A/N: this thought would not leave my head, so this happened. also, I know there’s a lot of debate ab squirting and how it happens/what it is…I don’t have time to get into all that, just enjoy the short little fic // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

Thinking about how Miguel would react the first time he makes you squirt

You two have been going at it for a while now, and he’s made you come twice already

He switches up positions, and you swear you can feel him deeper this time, hitting a spot inside you that no one ever has before

And, by God, you’re seeing stars. You can’t think straight, not when he’s pounding into you with an intensity that makes your soul leave your body; it’s a completely otherworldly experience

He just keeps going, keeps hitting that spot, and oh no, again, a-fucking-gain.

You didn’t think you could reach your orgasm so fast, but he feels so good, and you just can’t hold on any longer

You gasp, gripping onto him tightly, “Miguel, please, I’m…ay dios, I’m gonna-”

You squirt.

Miguel stops completely, staring down at where your bodies meet. Eyes wide, taking in what just happened before looking back at you to meet your shocked gaze.

You swear your breath catches in your throat. That look he gives, one of pure hunger and lust, feral even.

“Do that again.” His voice comes out as a growl, a command. Fuck, he needs you to do that again. The way you squeezed tighter around him, the way you sounded when you squirted, the dazed look you had…he needs it again.

He starts up again, trying desperately to mimic what he had been doing earlier to ensure that you would squirt at least one more time.

“Por favor querida, hágalo otra vez” You’ve never seen him so needy, and you can’t help but whine at his words.

He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to bring you closer to the edge. “C’mon baby, please, I know you have it in you, just one more time, that’s all I’m asking. Solo una vez más.”

You don’t know what comes over you. Maybe it’s his intensity, how badly he wants it, the way that he’s begging you, the way his cock hits that spot inside you just right.

You’re squirting…again.

And the moan Miguel lets out? Absolutely heavenly, you assume that’s what the angels must sound like when you reach the pearly gates. Although, they could never truly sound as good as he does.

And he’s thanking you, praising you, telling you, “Así cariño- such a good girl, squirting all over my cock like a fucking whore.”

You can’t take it anymore, you’re so overwhelmed, so strung out, so overstimulated - but you need more. Need Miguel to give you exactly what you want, and you know he’s close.

“Por favor amor, sé que quieres-” You whimper, barely able to get the words out. Your mind is foggy, unable to string together a coherent thought other than the desire to be wrecked and filled by the man before you.

“Mm, you want me to cum? Want me to fill up your pretty little pussy? Want me to breed you?”

You don’t have to say anything, the way you tighten around him and dig your nails deeper into his skin is enough of an answer.

And he can’t hold out any longer, not that he wants to anyways. 

With a deep groan, he’s cumming inside. Twitching and rutting against you, keeping himself buried to the hilt, making sure that not a single drop escapes.

He leans down, still staying inside your soaked and pulsing heat, placing gentle kisses and bites on your tits and neck.

He’s muttering praises into your skin, telling you how good you were for him.

“Siempre eres tan buena para mí.” He whispers beside your ear before turning to kiss you, passion and desire and appreciation all mixing together in an intoxicating kiss.

Anyways

I think it would become a regular occurrence for Miguel to try and make you squirt at least once every time you have sex from that day forward.

—

Translation:

ay dios - oh god

Por favor querida, hágalo otra vez - please darling, do it again

Solo una vez más - just one more time

Así cariño - like that sweetheart

Por favor amor, sé que quieres - please, love, I know you want to

Siempre eres tan buena para mí - you’re always so good for me

—

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ミ★ miguel o’hara likes you for awhile now and he can’t help himself around you. he comes to terms with his feelings for and he’ll make it known that he likes you. it is up to you if you’ll accept his feelings or reject him!

✧🜚 miguel o’hara tries to save you from you falling off a building from your demise as you were knocked unconscious by an anomaly. you quite literally pulled a gwen stacy on him.the mission goes south…will he be able to save you? it is up to you

𖨆𒊹︎ miguel o’hara is a very famous basketball player who plays for the webber’s for nueva york! you’re in a secret relationship with him as he keeps you away from the spotlight. you’re fed up with being kept as a secret so you talk to him about making the relationship exclusive. will he listen to you or not?

ఌꨄ miguel o’hara is a rich geneticist who works for alchemax and also a sugar daddy. he’s a billionaire so he’s loaded with $$$, and you’re just a broke college student desperate for money. miguel wants to spoil the perfect sugar baby as he’s very wealthy yet lonely. you come across his profile and both miguel and you click. you both decide to meet each other at a restaurant in NYC. what will happen next? will he make you his sugar baby?

☹︎㋛ miguel o’hara and you just lost your precious daughter, gabriella. miguel became cold and bitter even angrier and you became a recluse, a homebody. your marriage may be in thin ice…both of you heartbroken over the lost of your daughter. will miguel be able to open up to you or not?

🜸🜚 miguel o’hara is a famous actor where the whole world has his eyes on him. he’s an a-list celebrity and well you are an aspiring and upcoming actor. you debuted in your first ever movie with miguel o’hara. you’re his co-star. luckily to you, the movie did numbers and made you become quite famous. the lines of acting and reality blur, and you and him seem to actually fall for each other! what happens next? who makes the move first?

ミ★ hobie brown as your boyfriend! you’re the only non-spider person who knows about his secret, him being spider punk.

✫彡 pavitr prabhakar had saved you from a building collapsing on top of you and ever since then you and him have stayed connected. after awhile that friendship blossomed into a relationship where now you and him are dating.

ミ★ miles morales and you are childhood besties! you both share everything together even your silly little secrets. you both attend the same high school together, but one day you go to visit him at his dorm room. you knocked waiting for him to open up but you didn’t hear anything so you opened the door…unbeknownst to you-you find out he’s spider-man?!?! how will he react?? how will you react?!

✫彡 spider-man noir is a private investigator and well a spider-man. you’re his personal assistant who assists him in all his cases and missions during the 1930s. his goal is to fight the bad guys and the n*zis. will you get even closer to him over time or not??

ミ★ the spot had taken you hostage taking you to god knows where!? he may look like a fool but don’t underestimate him. he’s a super villain and sadistic in a way. he torments you and such. you try your best to escape him, as your mission failed. what will you do? what will he do to you? will you be able to evade him and defeat him once and for all??

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The Monarch Haven by @redlightsandicedtea (book-verse)

@na-dineee: I found this fic through @lieselsart's wonderful illustration. Alex isn't the First Son, but his parents are high-ranking politicians. Due to serious mental health issues, he lives secluded in Texas, where he runs a mental health refuge for teens— the Monarch Haven. Secluded, until a real prince seeks refuge there. Alex isn't thrilled but still wants to help. What follows is 76k words of slow burn and domesticity! It's beautifully angsty, with a gradual and moving development. A total comfort read !!

Whiteout by HarmonyWhitlock (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Snowboarder Alex and skier Henry almost collide on the slopes, followed by a heated exchange of words. At the end of the day though, they meet at the bar and, well... This story is part of a series which is all about the CMQ-influenced trope 'In every universe'. I got all giddy with every beautiful story I read: So carefully composed and very well crafted, the emotions and attraction swept me away. Hopefully many more to come !!

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@suseagull04: Alex as a dad and Henry's house being his daughter's first stop on her quest for Halloween candy are the ingredients to this very sweet fic!

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@suseagull04: Authentic Hispanic details (that are always one of my favorite things about this author's writing), a high school AU, and firstprince dancing- what's not to love?

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@na-dineee: After gushing to Pez about how hot fitness trainer Alex on Instagram is, he is actually indignant when Pez gives him a gift certificate for a training package to reach his (decidedly not) fitness goal: to be able to lift hot men onto countertops. As always, these two have the hots for each other. And the story around it is really sweet, two seconds angsty, also funny, and just delightful.

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@dot524: Such a cute and meaningful 5+1 centering on Amy Chen and how she views the different members of the First Family. Love an outsider PoV and the sweet moments in this one.

Adrift by @milowren29 (book-verse)

@read-and-write-: An addicting pacific rim AU. I don't even go here and I fully enjoyed it, packed with action, life-threatening monsters and alex-and-henry typical obliviousness and refusal to talk about their feelings which is y'know, canon. Everyone needs to give an opportunity to this one.

In Plain Sight You Hid by @nontoxic-writes (movie-verse)

@dot524: Ever reflect deeply on why everyone hates Miguel? This story fleshes out what he did to Alex and expands on what happened during that hookup and what it had to do with Henry. This is also a study of Alex’s relationship with Henry and what made it special. An insightful and angsty (and sexy) addition to the movie canon.

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@suseagull04: I was immediately intrigued by this fic title's Chronicles of Narnia inspiration, and the fic itself didn't disappoint! Ghost Alex, star-crossed lovers- what more could you ask for?

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@suseagull04: This is a blind date that, despite a hiccup or two along the way, will make you believe in soulmates!

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holy sbit i just read your actor!mig oneshot and i’m frothing at the mouthjfjfjdand it got me thinking

how would reader react if mig had to do a sex scene for a movie? i mean she’d be fine with outwardly but inwardly, understandably she’d be jealous asf, even though there is security in their relationship i feel like it would be difficult, how would mig react to her being insecure? or maybe jealous because of that🥹

(i saw ur requests were open and i couldn’t help myself, tysm for reading this and you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to i love your work regardless<333)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Insecurity, Mirror Sex, Praise, Fingering, Oral Sex, Mentions to Breeding Kinks

Summary: Nothing but a good sex scene. 

Word Count: 2K (Not Edited)

Part 1

The internet sucks.

You know that, Miguel knows that, everyone knows it. Yet, here you are, hurting your own feelings as your phone feeds you countless posts about your boyfriend and his new movie. His new movie that also stars a really popular, really really pretty female co-star. Who he had sex with. Cinematically. In the movie.

Movie sex is not real sex. Miguel says and reminds you all the time. Most of the time, sex scenes only consist of the actors being shirtless and zoomed in shots of their upper bodies. Convenient things like a perfectly placed object or being under the sheets hid the fact nothing is actually going on. Miguel always assures you that, if the directors want a real sex scene, he’d be out of there in seconds. 

But still, all the edits and tweets and pictures that are filling up every corner of the internet make your skin raise and ache. It definitely looks real. It’s not really a surprise, Miguel and his co-star are wonderful actors. They’re so good at their jobs. It makes you feel gross. Especially when you can’t stop replaying the scene over and over again. It’s not hard to find it, the scene devours the internet like a wildfire. 

She looks pretty. No, not pretty, gorgeous. Hot and sexy and erotic. Nothing like you at all. Her skin is impossibly smooth, shiny and soft. Her lips are painted in a deep red that pops against her skin and draws attention to her perfectly sculpted face. Even if it weren’t for the lipstick, the calculated moans she makes for the camera draws your attention to her mouth. Her moans are perfectly pitched. They’re breathy and her mouth forms the perfect ‘o’. It makes you rub at your throat, an uneasy feeling getting stuck there. You don’t moan like that. 

Her facial expressions are amazing too. Brows furrowed in a way that perfectly showcases her pleasure. But they don’t look funny or distort her face too drastically. When her eyes roll back, her eyelashes flutter so nicely. She doesn’t look possessed or ugly. Your hand subconsciously rubs at your cheek. You don’t look so effortlessly pretty like that.

It ruins you. Why would Miguel possibly want to have sex with you if he has pretty, hotter co-stars? The thought sticks with you even with Miguel on top of you. Usually, you’d be on your back, legs spread and exposed for his viewing pleasure. But you can’t, not today. So Miguel has begrudgingly agreed to take you in a different position. Your ass is in the air, upper body pressed into the mattress. Your face is completely hidden from his view, something Miguel isn’t the happiest about. What’s even worse, he can barely even hear you. You’re pushing your face into one of the stupid pillows, muffling the minimal sounds you’re making. 

Usually, you’re moaning and whining uncontrollably under him. Your mouth never shutting as noise spills from your swollen lips. It drives him crazy to hear your verbal pleasure. The pleasure he gives you. Sometimes you’re babbling broken sentences or just calling out his name, but it's everything to him. So hearing almost complete silence from you, paired with not being able to see your reactions, shoots worry through him. 

He tries everything he knows drives you crazy. He leans forward and pinches and tugs at your clit. It twitches in his fingers, but you don’t make your usual gasps. He spreads your legs wider and juts his hips into you with more force, hitter deeper against your wall. You don’t give him that beautiful, high-pitched scream of his name. You instead, shove your face into the pillow and hum. He leans in and whines into your ear about how tight you are. How he really, really wishes the two of you would throw away all protection so he can fill you up with his baby. Instead of begging and babbling, you wiggle your hips and push back into him. 

Something awful hits his chest. Did he do something wrong? Are you upset with him? Are you not feeling well? Does it not feel good?

He instantly stills, all the arousal he once had disintegrating. He pulls out slowly, not wanting to hurt you. You turn to him in confusion, brows furrowed from over the pillow. He flips you over gently, turning you on your back and dragging you close to him. You still have that pillow pressed to your lower face, arms wrapped around it. You look like a damn vision, naked before him with your hair spread out on the bed. You look like an offering with that white pillow covering your face and chest, leaving him to only focus on your big doe eyes and the fact your legs are spread to accommodate his body. Innocent and cute and sexy. 

His hands land on your outer thighs, warm and big as they rub up and down your skin. It makes you melt into the bed, a sleepy look masking your eyes. Miguel’s heart sings at the pure content on your face, but it doesn’t drown out his concern. He can feel unease in the air and his hair stands on end. Slowly, you pull the pillow away from your face as you realize he isn’t going to slip back inside of you.

“Why y’stop?” you call out shyly to him, a small pout on your lips. You seem nervous and Miguel’s hands tighten on your thighs. 

“You’re acting differently. What’s wrong?” He counters. 

You grow bashful under him, pulling the pillow up to hide your cheeks that are colored in shame. You simply shrug, turning away from him as you slowly start to close your legs. He doesn’t stop you, but he doesn’t take his hands off of you. He helps you sit up when you make the move to, his hand moving to grasp both of yours. He gives them a comforting squeeze and a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes flutter shut, breathing in the comforting clean scent he carries. 

“What’s wrong, mi vida?” He asks again. 

You don’t respond. But you don’t have to. Miguel looks at you like he knows. He always knows. Tentative and caring Miguel who always knows. His kiss to your forehead is rougher, more pressure behind it before he pulls away. The way he carries you is effortless, like he’s carrying a bag of feathers. He moves the two of you to the opposite side of the bed, directly in front of the wall of mirrors that make up the walk-in closet. He sits down first, maneuvering you to sit on his thigh with your back pressed to his front. 

Your eyes are glued to your reflection, naked against Miguel with nothing but a fluffy pillow hiding you. His face nudges at your jawline and neck. He places soft kisses along the skin, distracting you as he takes the pillow from you. He places it to the side, still within your reach. Your fingers itch to grab at it again, but you resist. Instead, you close your eyes and focus on the way Miguel’s fingertips glide over your warm skin and make you shiver. You lean back into him, head resting against his shoulder. His hands travel down, and you bury your face into the crook of his neck to hide your gasp. His fingers caress the lasting stickiness between your thighs, his own leg moving to widen yours. You peek at the mirror from beside his neck, eyes falling to the glistening between your thighs. Your cheeks heat and you nuzzle your face into Miguel as a way to hide. He hums against you, hand still moving and collecting your juices on his finger. You whimper when he pushes it in, thumb swiping gently over your clit.

“Shh, taking it so well, mi hermosa. My pretty baby.” He coos gently into your ear, curling his finger inside of you. 

Your hips buck instinctively, another whine leaving as his finger grazes your walls. His other hand comes to massage your hip and your eyes catch the movement in the mirror. Miguel is looking at the mirror too, studying you. His touch is soft, his finger pumping in and out of you slowly. You moan into his neck, eyes fluttering when he adds another. They scissor inside of you, meeting together to curl. Your hand comes up to hold his, taking it away from your hip and squeezing it tight to stabilize you. 

He hums into your hair, muttering soft praise into the strands. His fingers continue curling, going to the knuckle so he can press onto the gummy spot inside of you. You can’t hold in your moans anymore, giving them freely to him. It makes him smile, kissing the crown of your head. 

“That’s it, singing so prettily for me, yeah?” He asks, letting go of your hand to grab your chin. 

He removes your face from his neck, making you face him. Your eyes are droopy from pleasure, and your lips are parted slightly so soft moans can escape. It makes his cock jump, but he ignores it to give you a sweet kiss. It’s soft and passionate. His lips opened and slanted against yours. His tongue is warm as it slips into your mouth, caressing your own until the both of you are moaning into each other's mouth. It makes your head foggy and you forget all about what you were scared about before. 

When Miguel pulls away, he turns back to the mirror and groans at the sight of you. You’re slick is dripping down his fingers and your skin fucking glows in the reflection. His fingers speed up, his thumb pressing into your swollen bud. 

“Been thinking about you so much, y’know that. Was fucking fantasizing about you during that whole movie. Imagining doing all those things in the script to you drove me fucking crazy. Had to take care of myself in my dressing room thinking about your cute little noises and the faces you make. Mi hermosa nena.”

The little whimper you let out paired with the tightening of your walls is fucking precious. He pulls you into another kiss, quickening his fingers until your whole body is twitching. You have to pull away from the kiss, your hand clawing to his arm and nails digging in as your moans get louder. With a hard flick to your clit and the curling of his fingers, your body is shaking with an orgasm. Your toes curl, head thrown back against his shoulder as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. 

“That’s, that’s my beautiful girl. Ride it out baby, I got you.” He mumbles against your shoulder, pressing kisses along the curve of skin. 

He only stops pumping into you when your hand pushes him away. Your body is heaving with the effort of breathing, and Miguel watches every second through the mirror. When you finally compose yourself, you nuzzle into his skin. It makes Miguel smile, kissing your hair again before gently lifting you off of his lap and laying you down on the bed. You watch hypnotized as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, humming around them before popping them back out. You whine softly at him, and he chuckles down at you. 

He leaves you on the bed, vanishing into the bathroom before coming back with a towel. It makes your brows furrow, leaning up and your elbows as he begins to clean you up. 

“But… What about you?” You ask, eyes trailing down to his prominent hard-on. 

Miguel follows your line of sight, shaking his head when he looks back up at you. “Don’t worry about it baby, all I care about right now is you.”

His confession makes you melt, letting yourself sink into the bed. His touch is gentle as he cleans you, and he throws the towel to the floor when he’s done. He hovers over you, leaning down to kiss you softly before resting his head against yours. 

“Te amo, mi amor.”

And you know. He always lets you know.

[sl0t4matt]

could you do a fic w hector fort where him and the reader get a matching tattoo please? like something little or whatever you want hehe

h. fort | girl with the tattoo

thank you sm for requesting, i love this request! i only know very few things from friends abt tattoos so i hope i got everything right.

“hi baby how was training?” you ask hector as he slumps down the couch next to you, immediately snuggling up on you.

“it was fine. i would’ve rather stayed with you though.” he admits, laying his head on top of your lap.

you move your hands to his curls playing with them. you absolutely loved playing with his hair, since it was always perfectly curled and done. “don’t let xavi hear that.” you chuckle.

he starts grinning a little too suspicious.

“oh god, what have you done again you idiot.” with that look he must’ve done something, you thought. he smirks. “what do you mean?”

“do not play with me right now, hector. tell me!” you roll your eyes at his annoyingness.

“you know i love when you’re demanding, ma.” he winks liking his lips. you stand up not being able to deal with him right now. he knows exactly how impatient you are. he just loves pushing your buttons.

he won’t tell you. fine! he takes ahold of your wrist, immediately pulling you back.

“okay, okay i’ll tell you.” you sigh sitting back down. he smiles. “hector i swear-.”

“chill, i’m sure you’re gonna like it.” he interrupts you quickly. you furrow at him. what the hell could he mean? “okay so i got an appointment at the tattoo studio.”

“nice. what are you gonna get?” he smirks. “you mean what are we gonna get.”

“what?!” you’ve always wanted to get a tattoo but because of your school schedule you never got to doing it . you honestly also kept forgetting tbh but obviously hector didn’t.

“well i wanted to get your eyes tatted because you know how much i love them, but then i thought ‘oh y/n always wanted to get a tattoo’ so i thought why not just take you with me and we’ll get a matching one.” this boy is something else.

you grin so hard, it hurts. hector has always been affectionate moments like these remind you how much he truly is your soulmate. you jump on top of him shooting him with kisses. “i literally love you, you know that right.” he nods, laughing. “i love you too.”

“when is the appointment?” you ask. “7pm.” he shrugs. “are you serious! i don’t even know what we’re gonna get!!” you sigh, shaking your head at how your boyfriend can be so slow at times.

“we’ll get angel numbers of course. you’re a big astro girl.” hector says, referring to the time you first met him. (your first question being what his star sign is.) “wait, that’s actually a good idea.” he smiles smugly. “i know.”

…

“is it gonna hurt?” you ask hector as you enter the studio. “you don’t want me to be honest, ma.��� you sigh. hector takes your hand. “i’ll go first if you want.” he says. you nod. you never had a big fear of needles. you yourself having a belly button piercing but a tattoo is different the pain is there for a while whereas when you get pierced it’s more like a poke.

you get in walking to the woman behind the counter.

“hi, we got an appointment for 7pm.” i smile at her. “of course. come with me.” she smiles back, bringing the both of you to the guy that does hector’s tattoos.

a bigger man with a beard greets us which you assume is the tattoo artist. he doesn’t quiet look scary though rather like a big teddy bear with lots of tattoos.

“the girl who’s eyes you’re getting tatted on?” he grins at hector. “yeah.” he smiles turning to look at you. hector isn’t very social with people he isn’t extremely close with, so he tries to keep his conversation as short as possible. you think it’s quiet ironic since you never seem to shut up, no matter who you’re talking to. they say opposites attract though!

he pulls out a picture handing it to him. the man nods, giving you a quick smile then takes his stuff out.

you follow hector as he sits down on a chair, extending his arm. he shows the guy where he wants it and how big it should be. the man doesn’t waste time and directly goes on tattooing him.

you sit beside him, squeezing his other hand, you being more scared of the pain he must be going through than hector himself is.

“you’re fine.” you stroke his hand, looking at him seriously concerned. “stop it you’re gonna make me laugh.” he mumbles. he’s so unserious.

it must not bother him much since he grimaces and curses on a few spots but keeps cool most of the time.

after him also getting the angel number tatto that is supposed to match with you, it’s finally your turn.

you’re pretty sure you’re gonna piss your pants as you wait in the room alone with hector because you’re so nervous. you don’t know how you’re gonna live to see see the next day after this. “you’ll be fine. it’s bad at first but you’ll get used to it. also i’m here for you, ma.” he tries cheering you up. “fucking hell.” you mutter. you’re probably going to experience the worst pain in your life here.

“are you ready?” the guy asks. with nodding your head, you go to sit on the same place hector sat when he got the tattoo.

you grip hector’s hand tightly, breaking it almost.

hector kisses the side of your face, whispering sweet words in your ear, trying to distract you from the needle that currently goes in and out of you.

“fuck.” you mutter through gritted teeth. “you’re doing so good, baby.” hector whispers. you bite your lip so hard you start tasting blood. “you wanna take a break?” the tattooer you now know as chris says. you shake your head, wanting it to end as soon as possible.

hector hates to see you like this: in pain. he hopes for it to end as soon as possible, the only thing he’s been wanting to do while you got tattooed being showering you with loving kisses, but he didn’t for the sake of chris since he’s sure he wouldn’t want to see a whole teen kissing session.

“it hurts so bad, hector.” you cry out. he moves stands of hair out of your face then cupping your face gently. “i know, baby but you got this.” he nods. the thing is you weren’t even being dramatic for once. this had the be the most hurting feeling you’ve ever experienced.

“we’re done!” chris pats your arm after he was done. your eyes meet with hectors, smiling lightly. you definitely knew you’re going to thank him at home for how he was there for you in this entire process.

[gemini-sensei]

Unmentioned | Miguel Diaz x Chubby!Reader Smut

Fem!Reader ○ NSFW ○ @miguelnation

CW: breeding kink, unprotected sex, mentioned fingering, talks of overstimulation, discussion of kinks, maybe more if I missed something (unedited).

It was the perfect romantic night. Miguel had planned everything out to the T; dinner was immaculate and he made sure Reader enjoyed it, then lead her on a stroll and shared plenty of kisses under the stars. All to come back to their apartment and keep the night going.

Her lips on his felt like sparks flying that ignited burning flames when they moved down to his neck. She pulled him closer, moaning as he sat between her legs and teased her wet cunt with his hard cock. It fels amazing, but they each knew it would feel that much better when he sank into her. He'd stretch her out and hit deep, and she almost couldn't wait for it.

Luckily, he breathed her name hotly, equally as impatient.

"Mi amor," he sighed, smiling against her neck. He peppered her skin with little kisses before leaning back to look at her. He smiled and she felt like the sun was shining down on her. "I don't know if I can wait much longer."

"Me either," she giggled, already reaching between them.

When she took hold of his cock, he groaned lowly, a deep rumble from his chest. It burned her from the inside out, nearly turning her to mush, but she powered through the fuzzy feelings and guided his cock through her folds. She rubbed the thick head over her wetness, teasing him just a bit further until she lead him to her slit. Once he felt her opening, he pushed in, not allowing her to tease him any further, and pulled a pretty moan from her lips.

He slipped in with ease thanks to the prep he'd given her, having made her come on his fingers twice before he even thought about fucking her properly.

No, this wasn't just fucking. He was making love to her tonight. That was far more suited for the little occasion, though thr date was really nothing special.

He kissed her hard as he entered her, deepening it so that their lips molded together and danced as he pushed further into her. As predicted, he stretched her out deliciously over his cock, making her moan heavily as they kissed. And once his hips met hers, she wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles behind his back, ensuring his closeness.

"I love you," she panted just as she pulled out of the kiss. It was hard and heavy, but she didn't much card for the air she was sucking in. All she cared for was the man over her, showering her in his love and affection. She pressed a quick, hot kiss to his mouth, her hands slipping into his hair and taking hold. "I love you, Miguel."

"I love you too," he groaned softly, the heat overtaking his entire body. She made him feel beyond warm inside. She made him far beyond happy.

He pulled his hips away from her, but they didn't go far. Not only because she held him so close but because he didn't want to. He wanted to stay buried in her pretty, perfect cunt all night long, if she'd allow it. So his thrusts were shallow, but they were strong. It rocked her into the mattress and kept them close, chest to chest. He felt her fat, soft tits pressed again his hardened, muscled pecs and it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

He used one arm to hold himself over her whilst the other trailed down her body, squeezing her elegant curves until he came to her hip. The fat molded under her fingertips as he grabbed her, tilting her hips up so he had a downward thrust straight into her g-spot. It brought a smirk to his face as her eyes rolled up and his name fell from her luscious lips, so he made sure to make that spot his target again and again. She sang a really pretty song softer all.

Reader was rendered immobile under him, only able to curl her fingers in his hair and moan his name. "Miguel! Miguel! Migueeel!"

With each thrust, he had her closer to the edge, and her velvet cunt walls clenched around him every time he rammed his cock into her sweet spot. It was utter heaven, which proved to take him further too, resulting in his movements growing faster and harder.

He began pounding into her as he neared orgasm, muttering her name with a mix of the ever sweet "Mi amor" and "Princesa." It sent shivers down her spine, pussy throbbing with need as he made her weak. He dropped his head beside hers and kept going, whispering in her ear now.

"So beautiful, mi amor. So, so gorgeous," he grunted, trying to regain some kind of composure over himself. However, it was difficult. Her body drove him to new heights and tonight, he was on fire with her love. He slammed himself into her just a tad bit harder, trying to push her over the edge so that he could hear her pretty voice scream for him in pleasure. "Wan' you to come fo me, Princesa. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips that sounded something like a "yes," but it was lost in the thunderous way their bodies met. All Miguel heard was her voice, but no words; their bodies and the heated music they made with each other as his cock disappeared in her squelching cunt. It was lovely.

Her arms wrapped around him tightly as she climbed that final rung. She squealed as she came and his hips didn't stop as she coated him in liquid heat. He groaned, feeling the way her walls tried to pull him back in with each ease out of her, beckoning him back to where he belonged. He slid home every time, making her draw out the moan she let out, her nails digging into his back at the same time.

It was too much all at once and he snapped.

"Fuck! Can't wait to breed this perfect cunt," he groaned deeply. He moved her body down whilst keeping her close. She yelped, his hips brought up higher as he continued to pound her sweet little cunt as it hugged him. He pressed his forehead to hers, looking into her pretty eyes as he continued, "Gonna put my baby in you! Have to!"

She let out a silent moan, mouth agape with pure shock and pleasure. Her body shuddered, orgasm prolonged due to his ministrations, but his words hit her hard. Her eyes rolled up as he came, shoving himself as deep into her tight pussy as possible. His balls pressed against her ass and she felt every throb his cock made as he unloaded into her. It was magic in the making.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, feeling the warmth spread throughout her. It was hotter than hot, like a secret unleashed.

Her whole body burned and she feared that it may turn her to dust, but as he scooped her up into his arms, she knew she had nothing to worry about. She held onto him, sweaty bodies pressed together as everything took its course. When things began to settle, he kissed her forehead and she smiled softly.

It was quiet between them until they were settled under the sheets, bodies shielded from the cooling air as she cuddled into his chest. He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, heart beating hard like a drum. She didn't say anything about what had happened and it worried him, when he shouldn't be worrying at all. Tonight should have been like any other night, but it wasn't. Instead, he'd let something unspeakable and embarrassing out and he was waiting to hear her verdict.

Reader looked up at him once she'd caught her breath and collected her thoughts, smiling at him. "Did you mean it?"

"The breeding thing..?" he asked shyly. His ears were burning hot as the embarrassment settled deep in the pit of his stomach.

"Yeah."

"I mean, kind of? I didn't mean for that to come out, but-"

"It was really hot."

He's stunned silent as he stared her down, blinking as a means to try and wake himself up. However, he stayed right where he was at as she grinned and giggled. Suddenly, the pit in his stomach turned into a wild beast that he would have to keep at bay for the time being. The topic deserved more discussion before anything could be uncaged.

"Really?" he asked.

She sighed and laid her hand on his chest. "Yes, really. Though I have a questions for you."

She started drawing little shapes onto his chest with her finger and he hummed from the back of his throat, loving that feeling. "What is it?"

"How serious is it for you?" she asked. "Like, how far does that little kink go for you?"

He licked his lips. "Oh, well, uh, someday I'd want to, you know, make it a reality."

"Me too."

Once again, he was stunned. His heart hammered away at his ribcage, but this time it was for an entirely different reason. His blood was pumping and the beast was stirring. She felt it as her thigh brushed his semi hard cock under the sheets and she smirked.

She moved her leg to that she was rubbing it against his hard on as it swelled, keeping her eyes on him. "Does that turn you on, babe?"

He groaned, nodding to her. His head quickly grew foggy, certain images rising to the surface. "Yes, Princesa. Fuck, I wan' nothing more than to fill you up again and again until I see you round with my baby."

Reader bit her lip and climbed on top of her boyfriend, straddling his lap so that his cock sat pretty between her puffy folds. It was tender, but deliciously so. "What if I ride you? Would you breed me like that?"

"Yes! Fuck, yes!"

Miguel stared up at her, awestruck and horny. Desire filled his eyes as she slowly rocked against him, gliding her pussy over his sensitive cock. Her smile was magical and his heart skipped a beat, for not only had he found someone who shared his kinks, she shared his dreams.

He took hold of her hips, but let her lead. He was going to let her take everything she wanted from him tonight, every last drop.

[klaustozier]

uniform ; miguel o'hara

SUMMARY: you and spiderman 2099 are arch enemies, but when you capture him things are different.

warnings: miguel o'hara x fem!reader; you are archenemies; light knife play (there will be NO injuries being done, the knife is for taking off part of his clothes); angry sex; bigcock!miguel; nipple play (in both); light mask kink; again he will swear in spanish; mention of blood (he will bite you a little 😳); choking; degradation kink; fingering; pet names (princess); spanking and slapping; i think i might have a fang kink idk

word count: 2k

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes

the villain is invented for this story, okay? you don't exist in marvel universe, at least not that i know of

have fun ^^

Miguel was trapped. He had appeared in your lair to try to capture you before you destroyed more lives. But he didn't imagine it was just an ambush to capture him. He was in a dark warehouse, bound with chains, mostly on his hands, not wanting to give his claws a chance to help him break free.

"Oh…", you said approaching, wearing a tight black outfit, the beautiful makeup adorned your face, with sparkles on your eyelids and a star under the eyeliner, "You always think that you will be able to defeat me, but we know that is not so, uh?", you approached with knives in hand, your face getting close to his, the mask and a small distance separating them, "You have to remember that I will always, always be one step ahead… Miguel."

His eyes widened, his mask moving in astonishment, "What?"

You laughed, "You don't have to hide from me, I know a lot more than you can imagine…", the tip of the knife passed gently across his cheek, cutting through the mask without difficulty, making him pull back his face, "Calm down, mi amor", you whispered, "Miguel is a beautiful name…"

"How did you find out?", he asked, feeling the cold wind of the warehouse lit by computers cool the skin on his cheek that had been exposed.

You were good with knives so you hadn't cut him because you didn't want to draw blood, and something inside him responded to the thought that you could do as you pleased with him.

"Ah…", you chuckled, "I have my tricks, Mr. O'Hara", the knife slid gently across his chest where the chains didn't hold him, horizontally, the uniform opened, revealing his strong chest. You sighed seeing the delicate nipples prickling, his breathing seemed uneven not out of fear, or out of anger, but for another reason, which made your eyebrow rise, "Oh…", you smirked, positioning the flat part of the knife on his nipple, making him suck in air between his teeth as the cold metal made contact with his hot skin. He groaned and shook his head trying to get rid of that feeling when the thin sharp tip of the knife played with his skin, "What a shame, Miguel. ¿No tienes vergüenza de eso?", you laughed seeing his erection showing in your tight clothes, "You like to be dominated by the enemy, Miguel?"

Your mouth was positioned on his, still covered over the mask, not much contact, just a slight proximity.

"You will pay for this", he whispered.

You laughed, your knife being placed in its holster on your thigh, leaving you free to slide your finger across his nipple, "How? Are you going to lock me up, 20-9-9? You'll never get it and you know it", and you ran your tongue across his lip, the tip of the knife in your other hand playing gently with the skin of his chest, only teasing the delicate skin, not cutting it.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Come on, Spider-Man."

You, again, licked his lip, then biting it, still covered by the thin cloth, your finger pinching his nipple. Abruptly, he grabbed you, grabbing your arms, pushing you toward the center of the room, slamming you against the computers.

Pulling the mask off, baring his massive fangs at you, earning a wry smile, "So pissed off."

"Carajo", he cursed.

And he kissed you. First you were startled, then you allowed it to continue. Your mouth opened to allow his tongue in, kissing him angrily, feeling his fangs rub against your lower lip, scraping as you kissed him. Your hands went to his soft black hair, stroking as you kissed him angrily.

The older one held your face tightly, his lips red from the kiss, panting hard, "You have to learn to shut your fucking mouth."

"If I don't learn, will you teach me, Miguel?", the way you said his name filled him with anger. You took the knife in your hand and started ripping his clothes off, from his neck, down his chest, until your hand was grabbed and the knife was positioned under your neck, "Are you going to kill me, O'Hara?"

"In a little bit", he promised.

And he kissed you again. His hands went to your ass, squeezing through the tight pants you wore, devouring your lips. One of his hands went to your chest, its claws scratching at the tight-fitting black turtleneck you wore, ripping through the material. With the hand that previously ripped your clothes off you, he grabbed you by the neck and squeezed, pushing you against the computer screens, looking at what he had done.

Your chest rose and fell, your lips red from the kiss, your breasts showing through the torn fabric. His free hand went to your breasts, scratching the soft skin over the nipple gently before sliding his thumb over the hard spot making you moan.

"Such a sweet moan, fucking slut", he grinned, letting go of your neck so he could grab both breasts at the same time, pinching the nipples, your back arching in the direction of his touch. Your legs tightened together making him laugh, "Carajo… tan increíble…"

"Miguel", you whispered.

You groaned loudly as you received a slap across the face after he held it, making you look at him, "Don't call me that."

"What do you want me to call you? Daddy?", you mocked, getting another slap on the face.

He laughed, bringing his face closer to yours, "I want you to shut up."

"Whatever you want, cariño."

He smirked and gave you a soft peck, lowering his lips to your neck, scraping his sharp teeth over your skin. Even though it was smooth, a little blood escaped, instinctively, he ran his tongue over the área, tasting your blood, before continuing his way down.

You held your own breasts and offered them to him. The brunette smiled and looked at you as he licked at your nipples before scraping his fangs over them. You moaned and took a deep breath feeling his strong hands tearing your pants, he didn't even use the claws, it was brute force, and that alone made your pussy throb.

He knelt down between your legs, picking one of them up and placing it over his shoulder. His intention was to provoke you, to just lick your thighs, kiss your pussy and lick the wet delicate lips, but you didn't have the patience, so you squeezed his hair and forced his handsome face against your pussy.

His lips sank into your wet pussy and he sighed as he began to lick you with so much lust, his mouth getting all wet. His experienced tongue going up and down with no rhythm, making you squirm and whine, while holding his hair. Miguel's claws were positioned over his thighs, holding them while he sucked your clit.

"Tan dulce", he whispered.

The brunette gently bit your thigh, making you moan and tremble, "Harder", you asked softly.

"Puta", he chuckled.

He bit the thigh a little harder, kissing the área, and soon after, started licking it, moaning low as he felt the taste of your blood on his skin again.

Miguel retracted his claws and took the gloves off one hand just so he could fuck you with his fingers, he needed to feel you, you were just begging for him to fuck you while you moaned disconnected words and begged for absolutely nothing with your mind completely blank. His mouth was experienced, licking you with such precision, making you squirm and moan, gripping his dark hair.

When O'Hara sensed you were close to cum, he pulled away, getting up, lips all wet with your pleasure, the pretty lips glistening, he licked them tasting a little bit more of you.

"No", you whimpered, "I thought you were the good guy."

"You thought wrong, princess", he sighed looking down, "Come on, take off my pants."

You nodded, taking a knife from your boot and sliding the shiny blade down the happy trail area, tearing his uniform, taking his cock in your hands and sighing thinking you could finally suck him off and have your jaw hurt from the effort to suck that thick cock.

Miguel had other plans. He flipped you over on the table, leaving you with your face pressed against the computer screen, your ass facing him. He slapped your ass and positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your legs shook.

"Miguel", you whispered, "please."

"Oh", he chuckled, "are you polite then?"

You wanted to respond, to be rude and smart, but there wasn't time. Miguel sunk his cock all the way into you, his cock filling you completely, stretching you.

"I'll leave you all loose…", whispered the brunette, his body leaning against yours, biting your earlobe, "You'll stay days", and he thrust hard, pausing, "and days" , lunging once more, "thinking of me."

"Miguel."

O'Hara smiled and continued to thrust, making the table move with his movements, the monitors moving with the force he exerted. You whined softly and he moaned low, against your ear, feeling your insides crush him, press on his cock.

He didn't think he was going to end the day like that, fucking his archenemy in your hideout, but he wasn't going to complain, it felt so good. They kissed, the movements didn't stop. At first, as you went, he came back, but time passed and the rhythm was out of step with their desperation, each moving how they saw fit to sick for their own pleasure. His hands caressed and pinched your nipples, which were erect and hard against your digits.

You came first, moaning loudly in agony, your lower lip being bitten as you felt your body being overcome with pleasure.

You didn't have time to compose yourself, Miguel picked you up and put you on your knees in front of him. The thick cock in front of your face, glistening, the tip flushed and oozing pre-cum. One of your hands held the thick base, helping you to suck it while the other went to his ass, squeezing the soft flesh. You had to do it, you had looked at his ass on his uniform far too many times not to feel the need to grab it.

His hands held your hair, moaning low, feeling his cock hitting your throat, "What a loose throat, uh, princess?"

You smiled and licked the base before swallowing all of it again, your hand and mouth making twisting motions, going back and forth to give him more pleasure. His moans made your pussy ache, it was so good to hear, so low and dark, his fangs gleaming in the delicate light.

He pulled you by the chin and forced your mouth open with his hand, his thumb holding your tongue and the other fingers under your chin. He jerked off looking into your eyes, pausing only to watch his cum fall onto your tongue. The brunette held your mouth open for a few seconds, absorbing the image of you like that, the cheeks flushed, the eyes watery, the lips red and the tongue marked with his cum. And after that, he finally released it so you could swallow.

"Puta madre", he whispered as you got on your feet.

"I agree", you laughed while kissing him.

Miguel kissed you desperately, tasting his cum on your tongue. For a second, he wondered what he would do now, with his clothes torn like that, how would he get out of there like that? He needed to change clothes, but what clothes would he put on? Without being able to think of a solution, the brunette felt a thin needle in his neck, letting go of your lips, and soon after his body went limp, fainting.

Miguel woke up in his home, scared. He was wearing his own pajamas and lying on his bed, in the empty space next to him, his uniform was folded delicately with a card and a note on top.

Lost, he took the note and read it, chuckling afterwards.

"2099,

I hope you can pay off the damage with this credit card. We can't let you fight evil with your cock out. It will scare the old ladies.

Next time, you'll end up in a coffin, not in your bed after I blew you oh so gracefully. So be careful.

Signed,

Your #1 fan."

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okay so, i'm hella behind on reading, and for some reason it's so fucking hard for me to find time/energy to read much these days, but i still want to highlight at least some of the fics i've been able to read so, i'll be doing fic recs quarterly this year instead of monthly. hope y'all enjoy 🪷💜

**please be sure to read any/all warnings attached to recommended fics prior to reading**

🔥 - explicit/mature content

PART ONE (bc tumblr is being a bitch and won't let me post all of them in one post)

Star Wars

Seeds of Love (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @moonlight-prose

🔥Best Ride in the Galaxy (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @lotusbxtch

size doesn't matter (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @hoedamn-eron

🔥Come Back to Me (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Ex Machina

🔥In Plain Sight (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Assembly Required (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Skittish (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Again (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Triple Frontier

🔥Room's on Fire (Dark!TF Boys x F!Reader) - @romana-after-dark

I'll be the silence ringing through and through and through (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Personal Issue (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥The Worst (Tom "Redfly" Davis x Dark!Reader) - @toxicanonymity

The Dead Horse (Santiago Garcia x Black!F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Tag-Teaming (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader x Frankie Morales) - @fettuccin-e

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥The Sweetest Fruit in the Garden (Miguel O'Hara x Older!F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥Through the Window (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Sucker Punch

🔥Good Boy Blue (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Just Be Good (Orderly!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Private Dances (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Inside Llewyn Davis

again (llewyn davis x reader) - @eyelessfaces

don't let go (llewyn davis x reader) - @runa-falls

keys (llewyn davis x reader) - @eyelessfaces

Misc

🔥my ex's tapes (Ex!Basil Stit x F!Reader x FWB!Jake Lockley) - @runa-falls

🔥Sweet Like (Modern!Leto Atreides x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed, please just let me know.

[FIC RECS PART TWO]

[naeverse]

Keep It In The Closet (Halloween Special) Finale

💜  starring: Miguel O’Hara x Shy fem!reader

🍾 preview: 

"I didn't know you had that kind of fire in you, Y/N. You always seemed so… timid," he said, his thumb caressing your side, sending a shiver down your spine and igniting a fire within you. "But tonight...

You've been all I’ve thought about."

😈 summary:

Miguel O'Hara finds himself being dragged to a Halloween party by his friend, Peter B. Parker. His disdain for the party quickly dissipates when he is drawn to a mysterious woman in a sleek leopard costume and captivating black mask that seems to move him in ways he'd never thought possible…

🍾 tw/cw: Unprotected sex, Sensory Deprivation, Wall sex, Fingering, Dirty talk, Semi-public sex, Standing, etc… 

😈 Pet names: Bebè (Baby), Cariño (Darling), Muñeca (Doll), Gatita (Kitty), Hermosa (Beautiful)

💜rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🍾Word Count: 9k

(Every character mentioned is of age!!)

😈Credit to artist in header:  sylvaeon

(*All rights reserved. DO NOT repost/translate/copy any of my work.*)

After a while of spins of the bottle, a break was held as many members of the game dispersed. 

Gwen returned back to the dance floor with Hobie, Margo and Miles left to go to the snack bar whilst Peter and MJ stayed, chatting about Mayday.  You watched Miguel leave as well, his tall and muscular build exiting out of the guest bedroom to who knows where. 

But you didn't care…

All you knew that you had to get out of here. 

You had to leave this party before you did something else that’ll completely taint your name here in the Spider Society. 

You hadn’t been recruited long and you’ve already made out with the Spider Society leader!

As you briskly walked out of the guest bedroom and out into the bustling party once again, you couldn’t help but relive that moment. 

Miguel’s lips against yours, his tongue dancing, and mingling with your own. His hands along your body, on your back, thighs and bottom. How he groped and touched you without a care in the world of who was watching. 

But mostly you remembered how addicting and surreal it all felt and deep down…

How you wanted it to happen again…

You groaned heavily, running your gloved hand through your hair, making sure to avoid your leopard ears in hopes of not knocking it out of place. You wandered around the party, trying to find Gwen to no avail. 

Gwen, unlike you, had a Multiverse watch, where just like many other spider-people in the society, was able to travel to different worlds and dimensions for their missions, to hang out with other people from the society, or to go home to their dimension once their work was through for the day. 

Due to being a new recruit to the Spider Society, you didn't have one. Gwen is supposed to be something of a mentor to you, but it's become more of a friendship as she has been assigned to accompany you on your missions and to teach you everything about the Spider Society. 

You've been a recruit for a month now, to get a watch, it had to be three. 

So now, you were left with two choices:

You could either stay at this party, risking the temptation of another round of Spin The Bottle and potentially doing something even worse with Miguel in front of everyone,

Or...

You could scour this entire party for Gwen, with a slim chance of finding her, but knowing that if you did, she might plead and beg you to stay, ultimately leading to your continued presence at the party anyway.

You let out a sigh and crossed your arms, abandoning your search for Gwen. Instead, you leaned against the wall, your eyes looking around the party before you, seeing spider-people in various costumes who were still enjoying the Halloween festivity.

You furrowed your brow, consumed by thoughts of frustration and regret. 

You wanted nothing more than to leave this party…

Kissing Miguel, your boss, in front of others, had left you deeply embarrassed and ashamed, regardless of how enjoyable it might have been. It just felt wrong, despite it being a “playful” challenge. 

You shouldn’t have done it… 

You also had a strong feeling that Gwen would try to push you into something even more regrettable when everyone returned from the break to continue the heinous game of spicy Spin The Bottle. 

You needed to find a way to avoid that game at all costs.

As you stood there, lost in thought and considering how to evade the upcoming game, even pondering the idea of hiding in the bathroom, 

A pair of crimson eyes were fixed on you nearby…

Miguel stood, not too far away, holding another beer bottle, and his gaze locked on you. Since that kiss, his longing for you had only grown.

He wanted you so much, perhaps more than he had ever desired anything or anyone before. 

He bit his lip, his eyes filled with intense lust and desire as they traced the curves of your body. The way your arms hugged your bust, enhancing your breasts through your leopard bodysuit. The allure of your exposed thighs and legs, accentuated by your fishnet stockings. The way your attractive bottom featured a leopard tail that was so enticing, and so very…

Tuggable. 

His want for you was palpable, his cock straining under his black slacks. The longer he looked at you, the more his cock stiffened in his pants, slowly hardening and causing a lewd and prominent bulge to appear beneath the restrictive fabric.  

'Fuck it.'

He growled under his breath, breaking the restraints he had placed on himself and decided to have some fun. 

To indulge in his desires for once…   

So once Miguel drank the rest of his alcoholic beverage, he placed it down onto a nearby table and he didn't stop himself when his feet began to walk towards you.

He didn't prevent the many lewd thoughts that came to his head of all the things he'd like to do to you once he got there. 

And he certainly didn't care anymore about his role as being your leader. 

He didn't give a damn, he just needed you…

Right here, 

right now… 

You stood against the wall, a sigh escaping your lips as you held onto yourself. Your artificial leopard tail coiled around your leg, offering a strange comfort. You gazed down at the ground, your mind racing with thoughts.

Mostly, you thought of Miguel and how on earth you'd be able to continue working at the Spider Society after that ill-advised kiss with him, the Spider Society leader.

"Y/N."

You jumped at the sound of your name being called, realizing it was none other than the man who had been occupying your thoughts.

You gulped, turning to your left to see Miguel standing there. His massive, taut build accentuated by his scarlet button-up, black blazer, slacks, and leather oxfords. Your eyes took in the alluring gold chain and rings that adorned his body, now visible as you examined him without the pressure of an audience.

"Y-Yes?" you inquired, your voice trembling. 

You knew why he was here...

Gazing up at him, you attempted to calm your racing heart and suppress the desire that surged within you. Despite his stern look, he exuded an undeniable appeal, with his thick eyebrows hanging low over his intense amber-red eyes and his lips drawn into their usual permanent scowl.

"We need to talk," he said, his hands crossed over his broad chest, his 7-foot stature towering over you. You struggled to quell the trembling within, knowing the conversation would likely revolve around the recent kiss—a move you found highly unprofessional and deeply regretted.

Miguel's unpredictability was unsettling. Witnessing him play Spin The Bottle with his recruits had already been shocking. Now, as you reflected on the unprofessional nature of your recent actions, a growing fear emerged. 

‘What if Miguel kicked you out of society for that improper kiss?’

Your stomach knotted at the mere thought. The looming possibility of expulsion from the Spider Society intensified the unease you felt speaking with Miguel.

"M-Miguel, I-I—"

"Now."

He demanded, seizing your arm and swiftly pulling you through the ongoing party. You yelped at his sudden action, feeling small as his large, tanned hand enclosed your arm, leading you deeper into the penthouse.

Embarrassment surged through you as you kept your eyes fixed on the ground, allowing Miguel to guide you past partygoers in various Halloween costumes. The Halloween decorations, painstakingly arranged by Peter and MJ, blurred past whilst Miguel hurried you away. 

It felt like an eternity before his tugging came to a sudden halt. Hastily, he pushed you against the wall in a narrow, empty hallway, his expression inscrutable. His amber eyes flickered with a red hue, quickening your heartbeat.

“M-Miguel, I-I’m sorry,” you stammered through trembling red lips. “I-I wasn’t thinking. I-I should’ve stopped myself, I-I shouldn’t have kissed—”

“Stop talking,” he commanded, silencing you instantly. 

You swallowed hard, clenching your hands by your sides, trying to manage the overwhelming mix of nervousness and fear.

Miguel barely registered what you had said previously; instead, he simply observed you. Throughout the night, he hadn’t been able to see you up close like this, and now you appeared even more ethereal.

Despite his intense desire for you, he wanted to tease you a little, to observe what was going on in that pretty head of yours. It seemed as though you were anticipating punishment.

He’ll go from there…

“What are you sorry for? Explain?” Miguel demanded, his voice stern. He placed his hands on either side of your head, effectively trapping you. Anxiety twisted your stomach, your lips quivering.

"I-I'm sorry for... k-kissing you during the game," you stammered, avoiding eye contact and keeping your gaze fixed on the ground.

Miguel scoffed, his eyes scanning your figure. "Why? You didn't seem sorry when your tongue was down my damn throat," he remarked, causing you to whimper, tears welling up in your eyes.

You couldn’t respond because he was right. At that moment, your actions were a blur of uncontrolled desire and impulsiveness. The fog of lust clouded your judgment, making you unrecognizable, even to yourself.

The thought brought silent tears streaming down your cheeks beneath your black mask. Miguel, seemingly unaware of your tears, persisted with his teasing. “I see you don’t have an answer, and I believe I know why, Cariño,” he mused, his gaze scanning your form once more. “You enjoyed our kiss, didn’t you? The feeling of my lips on yours, how I touched you?” His laughter sliced through the air, lifting your chin and freezing when he spotted the tears.

His eyes locked onto you, witnessing the silent tears streaking down your cheeks. “Shit, are you crying?” Miguel asked in disbelief, a pang in his heart at the sight. 

You couldn't respond, a suppressed sob slipping past your lips, which you attempted to muffle with a clasped palm. 

However, Miguel heard it distinctly.

The impact of the kiss on you seemed far more significant than he'd realized, and his teasing only put more salt in the wound. Now caught in a dilemma, he felt unsure how to resolve it. Comfort and affection were not his forte, leaving him clueless on how to console you.

“Mierda…” he muttered, swiftly removing your black mask and placing it on a nearby table. His gaze returned to yours. “Hey, stop crying,” he said, prompting you to attempt wiping away the tears with your fingertips, careful not to ruin your makeup.

Miguel’s eyes softened at the sight of your puffy eyes and cheeks. Leaning down to meet your eye level, he reassured, “I’m not going to punish you for what happened during that game. It was harmless fun.” Chuckling, attempting to lighten the mood. 

You hastily shook your head. “N-No…it wasn’t.” Your trembling lips met Miguel's gaze. “E-Everyone saw me kiss you, a-a-and it was long, a-and very improper,” you shakingly said, trying to explain to Miguel why the kiss you shared wasn't as innocent as it seemed.

However, Miguel wasn’t listening… 

His mahogany eyes were fixated on your face in its full splendor. Though he had seen you without your spider-mask on numerous occasions, something about you tonight captivated him. Your eyes glistened in the hallway's lighting, your cheeks adorned with a rosy hue, and your lips retained the crimson shade from the lipstick you probably applied before the party. In that moment, you held an irresistible beauty that entranced him, rendering him unable to avert his gaze.

He gently cupped your face in his large, calloused hand, silencing your rambling. Startled, your widened eyes met his. “M-Miguel…w-what—”

“Shush,” he said with a smirk. “You worry too much, Y/N.” His whispered words and the gentle caress of his thumb against your cheek only deepened the blush on your face. You gulped, your breaths becoming heavier.

“N-No, it’s obvious. O-Our connection,” you admitted, causing your cheeks to flush further, which only widened Miguel’s smirk.

“Our connection, hmm?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant,” you quickly interjected before releasing a resigned sigh.

You wished to vanish, feeling like a complete fool. You inadvertently expressed your feelings to your leader, and implied he reciprocated those same sentiments. 

Miguel chuckled at your flustered state. “Ahh…I get it now. My gatita has a little crush on me?” He teased, pulling you closer until your faces were just inches apart.

“That explains everything.”

He smirked, his eyes momentarily flickering with a deep red before reverting to their original hue. You wanted to argue, to refute his assumption, but you knew it would be useless.

You had inadvertently set the stage for your own downfall…

“I-I’m sorry. I know it’s improper, but I’ll never act on it,” you briskly stated through trembling lips. “W-when we return to work at the Spider Society, I’ll see you as I’ve always seen you—m-my leader and nothing more.” Thickly gulping, you met Miguel’s mahogany eyes and his small smirk.

He chuckled, stepping closer, his chest pressing against yours. Rising to his full height, he tilted your head to meet his eyes. “No, Y/N. I can't allow that to happen within my establishment,” he said sternly. “I can’t have you working at the Spider Society with an attraction toward me, your leader. It’s fraternization, a conflict of interest.” His dark brown curls swayed as he shook his head. 

“And I can’t allow that…”

You had anticipated this outcome. You knew that kiss would lead to trouble, and perhaps you deserved this consequence for your impulsive and imprudent actions. Instead of resisting, you slowly nodded.

“Y-Yes, sir. I-I understand,” you sniffled, the fear of losing everything you've achieved at the society engulfing your thoughts. Trembling, you exhaled and closed your eyes, preparing for the expected words…

But what followed wasn’t what you anticipated…

“But I can make an exception for you, my sexy gatita.” 

Your eyes snapped open to meet his sincere gaze. The unexpected words and the term he used took you by surprise.

‘Sexy gatita?!’

You couldn't believe Miguel's words, prompting him to snicker. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, his knuckles gently grazing your cheek. “You've intrigued me tonight, gatita,” he whispered, his eyes slowly tracing your body before meeting your eyes. 

“First, it was that sexy costume of yours,” he smirked, placing his hands on your waist. “And then that kiss. Mmm…that kiss,” he moaned, the sexy sound causing your core to throb to life.

"I didn't know you had that kind of fire in you, Y/N. You always seemed so… timid," he said, his thumb caressing your side, sending a shiver down your spine and igniting a fire within you. "But tonight...

You've been all I’ve thought about."

His words stirred a flutter in your heart. You were taken aback, utterly shocked and astounded by his admission.

To imagine that Miguel O’Hara, a man who hardly revealed his emotions or engaged in love or romance, felt this way about you seemed surreal.

“M-Miguel… what are you saying?” you asked, seeking confirmation, hoping this wasn't a dream.

Miguel sensed your mind racing to comprehend his words; truth be told, he was also grappling with his own feelings for you. All he knew was he felt an overpowering desire that surged when he first laid eyes on you across the party, a feeling that needed fulfillment, or he feared he'd go crazy.

Leaning in closely, his lips were just a breath away from yours. His eyes flickered to a crimson hue as they examined every contour of your face.

“I'm saying, I want you, Y/N… 

Right here, right now.”

He whispered, his hand finding its way to the small of your back, his touch trailing up your spine, gently skimming the fabric of your leopard costume. A shaky exhale escaped your lips as you looked up, meeting Miguel's gaze.

You'd only ever imagined Miguel returning such feelings. Nights spent awake, envisioning his lips on yours, his touch on your body and igniting your senses in ways no one else could. When he finally confessed his desire, it unleashed your own hidden longing, once meticulously guarded, now laid bare before you.

Your heart raced, tenderly and shakingly reaching up to cradle his face in your gloved palm, admiring the enticing features of his chiseled face. 

"I...I want you too, Miguel."

You whispered and Miguel didn't hesitate, emitting a low groan before pressing a fervent kiss to your lips. As your lips met, it ignited a passionate blaze. The kiss grew with intensity, exuding longing and desire. Your mouths fused together in a heated exchange, tongues intertwining in a battle for dominance that left both of you breathless.

You ran your gloved fingers through Miguel’s hair, tugging gently at his dark brown curls and kissing his lips with much fervor. Miguel moaned against your lips, his hands moving all along your body, squeezing your waist, your thighs and rear, before moving up to grope your breasts through your leopard costume. You moaned at his touch, your core throbbing in desperation for him. 

Miguel was ravenous, consumed by desire, longing to feel your bare skin under his palms as he continued to kiss and feel you. Panting heavily, he withdrew from your lips. 

Breathless, you gazed up at him, noticing his glance towards a lone door in the empty hallway the two of you stood in. Meeting his gaze, you looked up to find him smirking. "Come on, gatita," he said, grabbing your hand and leading you toward the door.

You eagerly followed Miguel, anticipation and desire coursing through you. You followed him to the closed door, beyond which lay a dimly lit room. Your brows furrowed as Miguel didn't hesitate, entering and shutting the door behind you, enveloping the two of you in darkness and intensifying your sense of disorientation. “M-Miguel…I-I can't see," you stammered.

"I can see that," he whispered, his laughter taking your breath away. Your body heated up, your eyes straining to navigate the darkened room in search of Miguel. Anxiously biting your lip, excitement surged within you. "W-Where are we?" you asked, Miguel's deep voice reverberating in the pitch-black space once more. 

It looks like a closet, gatita,” he said as he placed his hands on your waist, gently guiding you. Allowing him to lead, you soon felt a firm surface against your back. A gasp escaped you, soon realizing the sudden obstacle was a wall. Attempting to look up for another glimpse of Miguel, you found nothing but a black abyss staring back at you.

You couldn't help but notice that the disorienting darkness didn't seem to affect Miguel. His footsteps echoed with a steady confidence, his voice unwavering. 

Recollections of rumors gathered during your month at the Spider Society resurfaced in your mind. Whispers suggested that Miguel was more unique than the normal spider-person. 

But no one really knew how different…

Looking upward, hoping your eyes were fixated on Miguel, a nervous gulp escaped you. "Y-You can see, can't you?" Your voice quivered, carrying a blend of nervousness and excitement. The notion that your alluring leader could perceive your every reaction while you remained unable to see his, sent an odd surge of anticipation through you. Miguel let out a soft chuckle, his hands delicately skimmed along your body.

"Yes, I can see, gatita. 

Crystal clear, in fact." 

Murmuring softly, his touch along your sides felt amplified by the shroud of darkness that enveloped you. His confirmation of sight, even in the dimness, made your heart skip a beat. The knowledge of his enhanced ability sent a thrilling wave of excitement through you.

He peered down at you, his vision more acute than the average spider-hero. He gave your waist a squeeze, his fingers pressing into your flesh through your costume which pulled a soft moan from your lips. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Cariño.”  He murmured into the darkness, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Are you ready for me?" he inquired, feeling his unexpectedly soft lips against your cheek, pressing small kisses along your skin. A soft moan escaped you as you nodded in response. "Yes," you replied breathlessly, which brought a smile to Miguel's face, although unseen in the dimly lit room.

“Excelente.”

His lips met yours, eliciting a gasp of surprise. He grinned and, with a gentle hand on your throat, held you in place while hungrily devouring your mouth.

Miguel savored each moment—the softness of your lips meeting his and the way you displayed a hint of submission despite your evident desire for him.

His large hand encircled your neck, the cool touch of his gold rings lightly pressing against your skin. A gentle squeeze on your throat made your eyes flutter, a soft moan escaping your lips as Miguel deepened the kiss, leaving you feeling weak in the knees.

He emitted a soft groan, your tongues intertwined, lost in the exchange of fervent kisses. Your senses were enveloped by his scent, taste, and touch, leaving you feeling slightly dazed.

He took your bottom lip between his fangs, not enough to cause harm, but sufficient to create a tingle in your stomach as he tugged away. Breathless and with a racing pulse, you peered into the darkness with half-lidded eyes, searching for Miguel.

Miguel traced his thumb along your throat, causing a subtle hitch in your breath. "So beautiful, gatita," He murmured, planting kisses along your jaw and cheeks, his hand moving down your body, eventually resting between your legs, and cupping your mound through your leopard bodysuit. You emitted a soft moan, your legs quivering at the touch of his calloused palm against your throbbing bud.

Miguel groaned, reveling in the sounds you released. You gasped, feeling his foot kick your legs apart, allowing him greater access to your heated core. Tracing his ringed fingers along your clothed slit, you couldn't stifle the arousing sounds prompted by his tantalizing touch.

“You are soaking, Cariño. This pretty pussy wants my cock that bad, huh?” He remarked with a chuckle, causing warmth to rush to your face, your cheeks turning noticeably red. You hesitated, nodding, your eyes shifting to the floor. Even though you couldn't see Miguel, you were convinced that his lustful, crimson eyes were fixed on you, taking in every reaction you exhibited.

Miguel noticed how the aroma of your arousal seemed to grow stronger in response to his words. He groaned softly, leaning in near your ear, he gently nipped on your earlobe, causing a hitch in your breath. "Very well, let me prepare you first, Cariño." He whispered. His touch on your sensitive area disappeared, leaving you feeling an unexpected emptiness.

You soon heard the clatter of his rings, suspecting he was removing his jewelry. Excitement stirred in your stomach at the thought of what Miguel might do, your senses tingling and your elation growing, even causing your panties to dampen further.

You felt his presence close to you once more. His heat radiating off his body.  You wanted so much to see him, to see his chiseled face, chocolate curls and massive body.

You felt his harden chest press against your supple breasts, his hand falling back into place on your throat. You let out a soft moan as his calloused thumb traced along your jawline. Miguel smirked, his finger delicately moving the fabric that veiled your mound to the side, revealing your heated core.

You gasped, feeling a rush as you were revealed. Miguel moaned softly, running his thick middle finger through your slick folds, your wetness coating his digit. 

You whimpered, your breath escaping in gasps through your parted lips. Miguel chuckled, pressing your back against the wall. His hand remained around your throat while his other hand continued to explore your throbbing core. 

“Hmm, you want my fingers, gatita?” He seductively asked, his finger sliding between your wet pussy lips, brushing along your clit, but not fulfilling your desire and entering your heated core. You nodded frantically, wanting this torture to end and to finally feel his thick fingers inside of you. "P-Please," you managed to utter between your strangled moans that were being pulled from deep within you.

Miguel's gaze was locked onto you, a sly smirk adorning his tanned lips. His lust-filled crimson eyes devoured every detail, from your flushed cheeks and your shorter stature in comparison to his towering height, to your fluttering eyes and the sweet sounds emanating from your open mouth to fill the intimate space of the closet. The sight was so arousing it made his cock throb to life in his pants and elicit a low, involuntary groan from him.

As your eyes scanned the darkness for him, his smirk deepened. Your unawareness of his location and what his next move might be heightened his excitement. He found your obliviousness endearing.

His desire for you grew with each passing moment...

Without warning, he pressed his finger into your entrance, allowing your needy and dripping walls to suck him in. You emitted a startled gasp, followed by a soft moan, taken aback by the sense of fullness of his thick finger inside of you. “O-Oh gosh!” You cried out, your hands desperately searching for something to hold onto. You were thankful when you found his arm, which still gripped your throat.

You gripped his forearm tightly, eyes rolling at just the sensation of his finger inside of your dripping core.

Miguel felt a sense of urgency, fully aware of the limited time the two of you had before Peter or your friend Gwen sent out a search party.

The two of you had to hurry…

“Hmm…gatita. I want you to ride my fingers. I need you ready for me, bonita.” He practically growled against your ear. You nodded, trying your best to ride back on his digit whilst Miguel’s thick middle finger thrusted into your gummy walls, slowly stretching you out.

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You couldn't contain the numerous whimpers and loud moans that broke free from your lips as waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Miguel groaned at your tightness, slowly slipping in a second finger, eliciting a strained cry to burst from your throat. 

You were panting, moaning and squirming against his fingers, feeling his digits thrust up into your pussy, right down to the knuckle where he curled them, touching your g-spot before returning back to the start to repeat his motion. His movements were harsh and relentless, your nails digging into his sleeve as all you could do was whimper and mewl uncontrollably, the sound of his palm smacking against your swollen clit with each shove of his two fingers echoing and engulfing the quietude of the closet.

This was already too much…

His fingers so thick and long, pounded into you with no mercy, reaching deeply and touching that sweet spot over and over again. Your mind was complete mush, Miguel’s digits stretching your tight walls with each thrust, slowly preparing you for his dick. Even in your fucked-out state, you couldn’t help wonder how big Miguel truly was. 

“Mmm, M-Miguel, I-I can’t-” You whimpered, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Miguel hummed, shifting his hand from your throat to your thigh, raising your leg onto his hip for better access to your dripping cunt. “Yes, you can Cariño. You can take another.” 

You bit your lip harshly, a mix of excitement and slight nervousness at his response, yet hesitant to refuse him. The numerous dreams and fantasies you had of Miguel were finally materializing, becoming a tangible reality before your eyes. Deep down, despite your apprehension, you didn't want this to end; you didn't want him to stop, especially with how good and perfect his fingers felt deep inside you. 

So with a thick gulp, you gripped his biceps through his black blazer, clenching the fabric tightly and nestling your face into his neck, readying yourself for whatever Miguel had in store for you in this confined space.

Miguel looked down at you, hearing the soft whimpers slipping through your parted lips, and feeling your shaky breaths against his neck. He chuckled, his canines showing slightly. He delicately lifted your chin with his fingers, tilting it upward to meet his lips.

Your trembling breath intertwined with his as he kissed you with depth and passion, enough to overwhelm your senses. Amidst the searing kiss, he wriggled a third finger inside, taking its place beside his other two prompting you to moan loudly. 

Miguel cursed against your lips, your tightness evident around his digits as he slowly eased his three fingers into you, feeling your walls tremble and squelch noisily. Your stomach buzzed with pleasure and your legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath you whilst he worked his fingers inside of you. 

Miguel kissed you hungrily, sucking, licking, and nipping your lips until they were moist and puffy. Your pussy was fluttering around his fingers, your juices coating his digits and staining the sleeve of his blazer with each smack of his palm against your sensitive bud, but he didn’t give a damn. Your sweet moans, gorgeous body grinding desperately back onto his fingers, and plush lips against his own was so intoxicating. 

Overwhelmed, you pulled away from his lips, eyes rolling, and uncontrollably whimpering at the feeling of his three fingers moving inside of your pussy, stretching you to the extreme. “Last one baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek, his words so comforting, even amidst the overwhelming pleasure.

You bit your lip, feeling him ease his last finger inside of your dripping hole. You clung to him tightly, a high-pitched, deafening scream passing your lips at the sweet intrusion. Miguel hastily placed a hand over your mouth, slowly inserting his fingers into you, down to his knuckles.  “Shush bebe, we wouldn’t want someone to hear, now do we?” Miguel whispered against your ear before pressing a kiss upon it. His words were barely audible, drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears, while your eyes rolled and cries escaped from deep within your throat, muffled by Miguel's hand covering your mouth.

He smirked, admiring your stunning appearance, even in your fucked-out state. How your eyes were half-lidded and continuously rolled, how beautiful you looked with his hand covering your mouth, the vibrations of your moans bouncing off of his hand, but what really aroused Miguel the most was how much of a good girl you were. Your body continued to grind sloppily back onto his four fingers despite your lack of stability and strength to do so. The sight went straight to his cock. He hissed his massive length prodding against the fabric of his black dress pants, painfully hard and desparate for attention. 

You whimpered behind his palm, eyes closed as your body felt like it was being struck by lightning. Each shove of his fingers inside of you, jolting your body full of pleasure and spreading the delicious sensations as tingles throughout your entire being. 

It was so delightful; you wished it would never end…

Miguel looked down between the two of you, watching his massive, four digits disappear inside of you with each thrust, and how drenched his fingers were when they reappeared once again. He bit his lip harshly at the sight, his movements becoming increasingly erratic with each shove.

“So good gatita. Taking my fingers so well.” He praised, his cock straining and pressing against the restrictive fabric of his black slacks, begging to be released. He growled, hearing you whimper around his palm. He moved his hand, grasping you throat once more, his fingers continuing to thrust into your dripping core. 

You were close, 

very close. 

Your eyes rolled once more, soft, inaudible moans escaped your lips, while an intense burning sensation began to build up in the pit of your stomach, intensifying and becoming unbearable. 

Miguel chuckled, feeling your walls squeeze around his fingers, signaling your rising climax. “My gatita, gonna cum for me? Going to make a mess on my fingers?” He teased, holding your leg up on his thigh, and adjusting his position in the darkness.

Suddenly, his four fingers increased in speed, slamming intensely into you, and curling into your g-spot everytime with each stupefying motion. 

You gritted your teeth, a trickle of saliva escaping the corners of your mouth and trailing down your chin as Miguel shifted his hand from your mouth to cradle your face, his fingers gently pressing against your jaw. You panted heavily, fingers tightly clutching his sleeve, your body trembling and pussy horribly fluttering around his pumping fingers. 

Miguel turned your face to look at him in the darkness. “Say my name, gatita. Let me hear it as you cum on my fingers.” He commanded in a husky voice. You choked back a moan, biting your lip harshly trying to unjumble your scrambled brain. When you finally found your voice, Miguel’s fingers burrowed deep into you, touching a spot inside that made you see stars within the confines of the dark closet. Your orgasm rushing and crashinginto you like an unexpected tidal wave. 

“M-Miguel! I-I’m cumming, ‘m cumming. Crapcrapcrap!” You choked out before the long-awaited release of your pent-up pleasure came spurting from your cunt, soaking Miguel’s hand and coating your thighs. You body spasmed uncontrollably, twitching in Miguel’s arms whilst he finger-fucked you through your climax. Your eyelids fluttered, tears spilling down your face at the sheer intensity.  

“There we go, gatita. Very good, very good.” He cooed, slipping his drenched fingers out, your body trembling a little at the lack of fullness. 

He held your chin in his hand, his crimson gaze scanning you while his other hand tenderly caressed your thighs. "You okay?" His voice, filled with concern, resonated in the dimly lit room. His question made your heart flutter, intensifying your frustration at not being able to see him.

You nodded, breathing heavily, and finally releasing the tight grip you had on Miguel's forearm. "Y-Yes..." Miguel smiled, planting a kiss on your cheek, which caught you by surprise and made you jump slightly in the darkness of the room.

"Good, gatita, because I'm ready for you, bebe.” He whispered against your skin, the words going straight to your puffy core and reawakening your lust. Miguel instantly smelled your potent desire, making him smirk. 

You felt Miguel’s breath against your throat and soon his lips, softly sucking at your sensitive spot as you heard the delightful sound of his belt and zipper coming undone. You moaned softly at his suckles, feeling his fangs along your neck, leaving behind his love bites. Miguel hummed, suddenly feeling his large hand take yours, guiding it towards him. Your eyes widened when you felt his hardened length brush your knuckles, eliciting a hiss from Miguel. 

He opened your hand so you could grab his cock. You complied, taking his dick in your palm and you were even more amazed and how thick he was, your fingers unable to close into a fist due his enormity. Miguel let out a soft groan at your touch, unable to stop himself as he began to thrust into your clenched fist, moaning at his efforts. “Bebe, you feel that?” He hissed, placing his hands on the wall on either side of your head to steady himself whilst continuing his slow pace into your palm. 

You bit your lip, nodding. “Y-yes.” You uttered, feeling his massive length slide in and out of your palm. His length was absolutely astonishing, completely hardened and erect. His coarse hairs tickling your hand with each thrust which only made your pussy quiver even more in want of his cock to feel you up. “Hmm. You feel what you-fuck-do to me Cariño?” He heaved, kissing along your neck, small gasps of air passing his lips while you moaned helplessly.  

Miguel groaned, moving back and using his large hand to grasp your neck, guiding your face to meet his gaze. Your eyes fluttered at his touch while Miguel's half-hooded crimson eyes met yours, his cock twitching in your palm at the sight of your flushed face. “I’ve been waiting for this all damn night.” He panted, squeezing your neck slightly causing you to shudder. 

Miguel's words took you by surprise, yet they only amplified your desire for him. You hadn't realized you could have such an impact on someone, especially on him, but here he was, fucking your fist and spilling his guts to you in the darkness of a closet. 

You bit your lip, squeezing his cock in your palm, causing him to let out a deep and alluring groan. “Mierda…Keep doing that and I’m going to cum.” He chuckled breathlessly. “And we don’t want that. Not just yet, gatita.” He hissed, pulling his cock from your hand. 

Your eyes darted around in the darkness, desperately seeking him, but instead, you felt him move you, pressing your chest against the wall and positioning your backside towards him. Standing on unsteady legs, a blend of anxiousness and nervousness enveloped you. You bit your lip, your cheek pressed against the wall, further overwhelmed by the absence of sight, your fingers tensing against the firm surface. 

You waited for what felt like an eternity, the anticipation becoming unbearable as your juices spilled down your legs. 

You wanted so much to feel Miguel, his touch, presence, lips, cock… Anything! 

Your body felt so cold and empty without him… 

You awaited with bated breath for Miguel when suddenly something warm and hard began to move against the curve of your ass. Your eyes fluttered, the sensation so delightful, seemingly heightened by your diminished sight. Your juices continued to coat your thighs, dripping down your shaky legs the more he touched and teased you. Miguel snickered, gripping your hips in his large hands. “My pretty gatita, you smell so delicious bebe.” He whispered, kissing your bare shoulders. “I can smell your arousal, how much you want my cock to stuff that pretty pussy of yours.” He grinned. You moaned even more at how accurate he was. 

“P-Please.” You begged in response, grinding back on his length. Miguel moaned, widening your cheeks and pushing your leopard bodysuit and panties to the side once more, revealing your slick folds. He inhaled the air deeply. “Fuck, you are exquisite, Cariño.” He purred, trailing his fingertips along your back, causing a shiver to run through you. You felt him brush his cockhead along your pussy lips making you whimper. “You tell me if it’s too much. Got it bebe.” He whispered, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You nodded, biting your lip. “O-okay.” 

Slowly, you felt his massive head begin to enter your throbbing core. Your legs shook horribly, fingers gripping the wall as muffled moans escaped your throat. Miguel grunted under his breath, continuing his insertion. You were thankful for the preparation Miguel had provided earlier because he was huge. You felt your gummy walls stretch to the extreme to accommodate his enormity, a loud, strangled moan escaped your lips when his hips smacked against your rear. 

Miguel groaned, pressing his chest to your backside and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Talk to me, how do you feel, bebe?” He asked, kissing your cheek and allowing your walls to adjust. You were breathless, shakingly panting. The pleasure was so intensely good that it was mind-numbing. 

You could barely understand what Miguel asked you over the pounding of your heart and the blood buzzing in my ears. “Goodgood, s-so good.” Miguel smirked, tightening his hold on your waist beginning to slowly thrust into you. Your mouth was agape, eyes continuously rolling, Miguel’s hips moving in a rhythmic motion inside of you. 

“M-more. Please give me more.” You slurred, gripping the wall as Miguel chuckled, pressing a kiss to your ear. “You want more, Cariño? You sure you know what you are asking?” He inquired with a snicker that went straight to your dripping cunt. You frantically nodded, desparate to feel more of Miguel, repeatedly begging and pleading in slurred speech.

Miguel felt somewhat concerned by your request. He was accustomed to fucking intensely and vigorously, often leaving women sore and sometimes unable to walk afterward.

But you were different…

He didn't give a damn about those women; they were all just a good time. But you were special…

You were precious to him, a hidden gem he had discovered in a vast mine, a jewel that gleamed brightly amongst a sea of ordinary stones.

He didn't want to harm you. He was used to breaking things, unintentionally or not to others, and he didn't want to include you on that list. He was used to breaking things, whether intentionally or not, and he didn't want to include you on that list. Despite his concerns, he couldn't refuse you, especially with the many cries spilling from your mouth, begging him to fuck you hard, to ruin you.

So he clenched his jaw,  gritted his fangs, his eyes reddened as he pressed his fingers into your hips. 

“You asked for it.” 

He growled his tender thrusts instantaneously becoming brutal and frantic. It was so intense that you felt as if you couldn't breathe, your moans continously getting caught in your throat with each striking smack of his hips against your rear. 

Miguel's fingers gripped your hips so tightly that you were certain it would bruise later, his groans and deep growls evident against your ear whilst his deep and merciless pounding never ceased. “This what you wanted, Cariño?” He huffed, his cock burrowing deep inside of your gummy walls and prodding your cervix each time. 

You couldn't respond, only moaning uncontrollably, your body roughly banging against the wall. All you could do was hope that the hallway was still empty because you couldn't control the loud cries of pleasure that were being pulled from your very being  with each thrust.

“Ay Cono.” Miguel panted, wrapping a hand around the artificial tail of your costume and tugging you back, meeting him with each thrust. Your eyes rolled into your head at the added simulation. Your tongue pooling over your lips whilst he continued to fuck you relentless, dirty talking into your ear which only pushed you closer and closer to your climax. 

“Hmm, if only you’ve asked me-fuck-sooner Cariño. I would have already claimed this pussy.” He grunted, runting his cock into you. “Have everyone know this pussy is mine.” He growled, continuing his abuse on your puffy pussy. 

Everything was too much, as you soon came undone. Your eyes rolled, back arching, while your muscles tensed and your gut tightened. All erotic cries became stuck in your throat. Your body shook uncontrollably, climaxing into the darkened room in juicy spurts, dripping loudly onto the floor beneath you. 

Miguel cursed, your walls squeezing him tightly as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. “Yes bebe. Just like that, mmm. Cum for me.” He growled, nipping and sucking on your lobe whilst you released on his cock. 

Miguel hummed in satisfaction, feeling your body tremble under his palms, and fall limp against the wall. The only support keeping you upright was his presence and the firm surface in front of you.

“Very good Cariño, but I’m not done with you just yet-”

Abruptly, a female, robotic voice echoed throughout the confined closet, causing Miguel’s hips to instantly come to a halt inside of you. Both yours and Miguel’s eyebrows rising in astonishment and surprise.

“One incoming message from Peter. B. Parker.” 

“Shit.” Miguel spat, pulling out and rolling up his sleeve. The closet filled with a white glow emanating from his multiverse watch as a voice message from Peter began to play. "What's up, buddy? Where are you? The game started like... ten minutes ago. Get your ass back up here."

You nervously bit your lip, attempting to catch your breath and retain most of what you had just heard from the message. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Miguel's chiseled, tanned face illuminated by his watch. It felt like an eternity since you last saw him, and he looked absolutely stunning, even in the small light emitting from his watch.

He growled , covering his watch with his sleeve and shifting his focus back to you, planting kisses on your shoulders whilst grinding his hardened length along the curve of your ass. Your breath hitched at the unexpected action, the return of the intense darkness more disorienting than before. “W-we must head back, Miguel. T-They’ll come looking for us.” 

“Let them look.” 

He replied hoarsely, continuing to kiss your shoulders and grind his cock against your ass. “I’m not done with you, Cariño.” He spat, turning you to face him. Your stomach fluttered once again in anticipation. 

An unexpected gasp slipped from your lips as he effortlessly turned you around to face him, and lifted your body off the ground like you weighed nothing at all. You hastily wrapped your arms around his neck, clutching tightly, while your legs found their place over his forearms, and Miguel's hands resting against the wall behind you.

He kissed your lips, breathing heavily. “I’ll be a damn idiot to leave you right now.” He uttered, rubbing his cock along your slick folds. “Hmm, leave you without even stuffing you full of my cum, without truly claiming you.”  You moaned softly as his tip repeatedly brushed against your clit. His words causing your heightened arousal to intensify, your arousal dripping down onto the floor beneath you while he continues speaking, his words alone enough to make you cum all over again.

“I’ll be a damn fool, won’t I, hermosa?” 

He growled, with one quick thrust, he rammed his cock back into your eager core, your pussy instantly sucking him in. A loud cry spilled from your mouths, his length entering  further into you. 

Miguel rutted upwards into your rear, his forehead resting on your own, yet you still couldn’t make out his facial features despite the close proximity. “M-Miguel…y-you are so deep. You panted and whined, your fingers gripping the nape of his neck while your legs draped over his strong forearms. He growled, his fingers flexing on either side of your head as his palms pressed against the wall. “Oh fuck-.” He moaned, his warm, heavy breath brushing against your skin. ”You feel so fucking good.” He huffed, snapping his hips and burrowing his cock deeper inside of you. 

Your toes curled within your boots, wriggling in his arms as the intense sensations gripped you, yet Miguel kept you steady. You could feel the beads of sweat trickling down his furrowed brow, accompanied by his heavy breaths, low groans, and a blend of English and Spanish curses against your face and his coarse hair over the base of his shaft, rubbing against your clit with each thrust. Loud moans and whimpers escaped your lips, 

When sudden knock echoed at the closet door…

Panicked, you swiftly covered your mouth, causing Miguel to freeze in his movements.

“Y/N!? Are you in there? Everything alright?” 

Your eyes widened as you immediately recognized your friend, Gwen's voice coming from the other side of the door.

You trembled in Miguel’s hold, whilst he began to resume his slow grind into you. You moaned softly into your palm, eyes rolling as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Hmm…they just want to ruin our fun, don’t they bebe?” He chuckled breathlessly when we heard Gwen knock once more. 

You moaned softly into your palm, eyes rolling as he placed a tender kiss on your temple. "Seems like they're determined to spoil our fun, huh, bebe?" He chuckled breathlessly, the sound of another knock from Gwen at the closet door echoing within the confined space once more.

“Y/N? I found your mask out here? You aren’t seriously hiding out in there are you?” 

Anxious and fearful, your lips trembled at the thought of getting caught with Miguel, wanting intensely for Gwen to leave already.

Miguel groaned in annoyance. He tried to downplay how much the interruption was bothering him out of politeness toward you about your friend, but he wished the 'blondie' would just fuck off already.

A few minutes went by with Miguel’s tiny thrusts inside of you, enough to keep the desires between the two of you satiated, but not what the two of you truly wanted. Miguel waited, his heightened senses straining to detect fading footsteps, a distancing heartbeat, and any sign of departing breath on the other side of the door, yet he heard no such thing.

Gwen was still there…

Miguel snarled, his fangs bared. He was consumed by desire, not giving a damn about anything else. He wanted you so badly, wishing to quicken the pace, and take you until both of you were exhausted and satisfied. His judgment clouded by overwhelming lust."

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore, gatita.” He growled, resuming his erratic thrusts that made your nerves feel like they were on fire, your body shudder, and loud cries to be pulled from the depths of your chest. The sudden bursts of pleasure only pushing you closer to your peak. Miguel hissed, moving his hands under your rear to press your backside to the wall. 

He bounced your body onto his dick meeting his thrusts. You choked back sobs from the assault on your sensitive area. Tears pulled at the edges of your eyes at the intensity and how hard it was to hold back your moans. It felt like your abdomen was on fire, your muscles tightening again as your climax was near once more. 

Miguel’s enhanced hearing could still hear Gwen’s presence at the door, but he didn’t give a damn. Your clenching walls were drawing him to his peak as well. His abs flexing under his scarlet button-up, his hips stuttering and jerking. 

“Cum with bebe.” He panted, wrapping his arms around your backside, hugging you tightly whilst continuing his thrusts upward into you.  Your arms encircled his neck, worried whispers escaping from your lips. "W-What if someone overhears? What if Gwen hears?" You whimpered, burying your face in his neck.

“Don’t worry a-about them,” He hissed, increasing his pace and pounding himself deeper into you. “Focus on me. On this.” He breathlessly panted, pressing his lips against yours in the pit-blackness of the closet. He kissed you passionately, his thrusts becoming sloppy, smacking your g-spot over and over again. 

You choked on a strangled moan, your muscles tensing up. You sobbed at the intensity, body shaking uncontrollably as you released once again. Stars flooded your vision whilst you orgasmed harshly, spurting your juices and coating your thighs and Miguel’s dick with your sweet nectar. 

“F-Fuck!” Miguel groaned loudly, your gummy walls squeezing him wonderfully and pushing him over the edge. He pulled away from your lips, gritting his teeth, and burrowing himself deep inside of you, filling you full of his load. His hips sputtered and his abs tightened, a wave of tingles and heat rushing through his entire being and overwhelming him with utter bliss. You whimpered, his warm essence flooding your inners and stuffing you just right. 

He rested his forehead against yours, the dim room filled with the sound of your heavy breaths. He soon realized the absence by the door, uncertain of when Gwen had left, but it didn't matter to him. He was utterly captivated by you, amazed beyond words. "You did so well, gatita," he murmured, gently kissing your lips. Slowly, he lowered your body back to the floor, his hands supporting your waist as your legs felt a bit unsteady.

Miguel helped you both clean up in the dark, using some towels he had found in the closet. After you were both dressed, the reality of the situation finally sank in.

Once you both leave this room, you’ll return to the roles of a mere Spider-Woman in society and Miguel, your respected leader. The two of you would head upstairs to that dreadful game of Spin the Bottle, engaging in teasing and potentially steamy activities with each other or possibly others—something neither of you desired.

"I-I suppose it's time we head back," you murmured forlornly, hugging your body. Miguel clicked his tongue at your words, the mere thought of anyone else touching you during that game already stirring anger within him. "No... I have a better idea."

You felt his hands on your waist, looking up at him with furrowed brows. "W-What do you mean?" Miguel smirked, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Let's leave this party. 

Come home with me."

Your eyes widened in astonishment. Miguel was equally surprised that he had extended the invitation, but he couldn't bear to let you go. 

Not tonight...

You knew Gwen would likely be concerned about your whereabouts and that Miguel and your absence from the game would surely raise questions., nonetheless, you found yourself nodding.

"O-Okay... but let's keep this a little secret," you told him with a small smile. He grinned, encircling his arms around your waist. "Of course, gatita. Our little act will remain hidden within the walls of this closet and within the confines of my home. 

You have my word."

You smiled, gently planting a kiss on his lips before pulling away from the shared embrace. "Thank you, Miguel," you whispered, noticing Miguel's fingers already tapping away at his watch, a blinding orange and red portal materialized before both of you, illuminating the closet and revealing him in full view. "You're welcome, my sexy gatita," he replied.

He encircled an arm around your waist, guiding you as both of you stepped into the portal. The vibrant orange-red whirlpool closed behind you, leaving behind the raucous party, the horrid Spin The Bottle game, and your roles as leader and mere spider-woman.

You both felt a profound longing, yearning to end this Halloween night in the way you both truly desired – entwined in each other's arms, delving into the hidden depths of your secret relationship, and venturing through a night filled with pure bliss.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my Halloween special! I tried to deliver it to you as swiftly as possible. Thank you all for the support and love; I'm continually surprised and grateful for it. Love you all!! ❤👻👻💙

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Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

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an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

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Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

[strawb3rrystar]

Your x reader fics are so cute

Could we get sick!spider gang with reader taking care of them?

Down with a sickness (Pt.2)

Pairing: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhnakar x GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions common cold symptoms, nothing too serious, some light petty arguments

Word count: 450

☆ - Pt.1

Miles Morales

"Hey, ma? Do we have any- (Name)?!" Miles' eyes widen when he spots you in his kitchen instead of his mother.

"Good morning, chico." You smile, setting a plate on the counter.

"What are you doing here, Mamí?" He asks, confused as hell.

"Oh! Mama Rio asked me to take care of you while she's at work." You reply.

"Right, right..." He mumbles. "Are you making breakfast?"

"Well, it's more like brunch." You point to the clock reading eleven. "I let you sleep in."

"Now, back in bed." You say with a smile.

"Why?" Miles questions.

"Because I've always wanted to make you breakfast in bed. So, go relax. You deserve it, Miles." You reply.

"Alright," He shrugs. "Thank you, hermosa." He whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek.

Gwen Stacy

"(Name)? Is that you?" Gwen asks sitting up in bed.

"Yeah, sorry if I woke you up." You close her window.

"No, it's okay. I haven't been able to sleep because of this stupid cold." She sighs, blowing her nose.

"I think I have the same fever you did." Gwen mumbles, touching her forehead.

"Aww, would cuddles make you feel better?" You ask, climbing into her bed.

"Maybe." She lightly smiles, pulling you into her side.

"I love you, my moonlight." You kiss her lips.

"Love you too, sunshine." She snuggles into your chest "Always."

Miguel O'Hara

"Achoo!" Miguel's sneeze echoes throughout the lab.

"Miguel, go home." You grumble, tired of him making excuses.

"No... I'm fine-" He mumbles, nearly toppling over before catching himself.

"You're about to pass out, so just go home." You sigh.

"I don't need rest. I'm fine," He rests his head against the wall of the lab.

"Miguel, I will drag your fat ass home." You say, turning away for one second.

You then hear Miguel fall to the ground. "I told you so~"

Hobie Brown

Hobie winces as you place a cold cloth on his forehead. "There, that should help with your headache and the medication should kick in soon."

"Thanks, luv." He mumbles, sleepily "You're the best..."

You slightly smile as Hobie finally dozes off "It's only because I have the best boyfriend I could ever ask for."

You plant a kiss on his cheek "Sweet dreams, my love. I hope you feel better soon."

Pavitr Prabhnakar

"I told you you'd get sick too, Pav." You mumble.

"I know, but now we just get to cuddle more." He grins, squeezing your sides.

"Are you sure you aren't using this as an excuse to get out of being Spider-Man for a day?" You question.

"No~ why would I do that?" Pavitr replies "I just want to spend more time with my partner."

"Yeah... you totally are." You close your eyes with a smile.

"Maybe..." He presses your foreheads together "But I think that's alright."

Star's notes -> I'm finally free from the cages of writers block!!

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!)

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