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ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ THIS IS A LIFE, PART TWO !

summary :: in every universe, spiderman will inevitably lose the one thing that matters most to him: y/n l/n. miguel o'hara, peter parker, and hobie brown have all suffered through this story. they soon discover another version of you is alive, bound to fall in love with miles morales and to die abruptly. with the prospect of a second chance and a newfound obsession, these four men will do anything to keep you at their side.

chapters :: the masterlist.

word count :: 10.2k

content warnings :: yandere!miguel, yandere!miles, murder/death, gore/blood, stalking, age-gap, non-con touching, drugging, invasion of privacy, force-feeding, mentions of rape/assault, mentions of vomit, hanging, insinuations of suicide, physical restraint, child neglect/abuse, child abandonment, & a lot of gross shit.

miguel o'hara's yandere traits are . . .

smothering, territorial, & paranoid

──── Electricity. It is what Miguel O'Hara lost you to on October 17th, 2099. And it is what he felt on May 16th of the same year.

A soccer coach, that is all you were. Simply there to guide a gaggle of tiny rascals toward their dreams of becoming Olympic athletes. That is all you should have been. Spending your days beneath the sweltering sun, collecting quick money and soccer-ball-induced bruises, before leaving Nueva York to settle down elsewhere. That is what you could have been.

Gabriella O'Hara was one of your many students. However, her dad was rarely present during her games. The lack of fatherly presence struck a parental nerve in your body, hence your perceptible favoritism for her. The efforts you made did not go unnoticed by Gabriella, either.

The time she had preferred tying dandelion stems to one another instead of participating with other classmates, you joined the lonely girl and taught her how to craft flower crowns. Since then, she has always arrived to practice with light in her eyes as she gifts you another flower crown of millions. And of course, you thank her graciously for the present. Even after they wilt and wither, they will forever have a home in your residence.

Today was a particularly gloomy Saturday in late March. The carpool Miguel relied on had been cancelled last minute, much to his dismay. The parent he couldn't remember the name of informed him their child was stricken with a case of chickenpox. After reading their incessant apologies, he groans in a fit of annoyance upon realizing he would have to chauffeur his daughter for the day.

Soccer Ball and weed-ridden flower crown in her small hands, Gabriella clambers into the back of the car and fastens herself into the car seat. In the process, she finds yet another way to bring you into the conversation. Somehow in the span of a few weeks, everything Gabriella does revolves around you in some shape or form. If Miguel hears 'Y/N,' 'flower-crowns,' or 'soccer' once more, he is positive he will implode on the spot. Clenching his jaw, he mentally prepares himself for the most excruciating car ride he is sure he will ever endure.

When they arrive at the field, there is no hug, no kiss, not even a wave of goodbye. Miguel merely lets his daughter exit the vehicle herself, ignores her exclamation of "See you later!" and zooms off. Despite how harrowing her father's negligence is, Gabriella knows she will see you and that fact aids all. If she were honest, she would say she likes you far more than she does her own family. It is tacitly evident through the attention you give her. You lighten up like a Christmas tree when she runs and engulfs your legs in a tight hug. Gleefully, you accept her gift of yet another flower crown and praise her for the effort she put into crafting such. And after being so deprived of the necessity of love, Gabriella practically clings to your side like a parasite.

In the meantime, Miguel returns home and hastily sorts through reports sent in by Alchemax. From technological hiccups to your average-day Karen, being in this field never failed to make this man roll his eyes in annoyance. Despite the admiratio he holds for his career, he still grumbles when his responsibilities creep up on him. And much like everything else in his life, he despises it all.

A monitor then pops up beside him, the translucent screen displaying a reminder he had set hours ago. "May 16th, 2099. Saturday. 3:45 PM. Pick Up Child." His head is thrown back in a fit of irritation when he is reminded of her presence. Miguel closes the tab and leaves the expanse of his office, counting down the days until his daughter blows out her 18 candles and he can finally be at peace.

After the car ride spent pondering over why he had chosen this life, he soon arrives at the soccer field. Scrutinizing through the cluster of children playing in the field, he cannot find Gabriella through the chaos. Miguel does not worry about her well-being, as opposed to how other parents would react to their child being missing. He merely huffs before departing from the vehicle. His large hand tracks through his hair as he searches for where the brat had wandered off to, ignoring the lustful gazes from mothers who were explicitly unhappy in their marriages.

Tucked away in the corner is the first-aid center. Within the bell tent, he spots his daughter. She is blissfully happy as she laughs hysterically, which makes her father red with rage. His talons dig into the meat of his palms; his fangs protrude into his lips. He had already driven all this way for her, how dare she force him to travel even further!? Stomping across the field and through the threshold, his towering frame suddenly halts when he takes notice of the additional presence inside the tent.

And just like that, for the first time in his entire life, the anger simply... vanishes. It is almost like magic. Through tireless efforts, Miguel has done everything in his power to deplete this suffocating rage. All efforts made by him were brought to no fruition. In this moment, however, the mere presence of this stranger brings such a candy-sweet shock to all his senses, that he forgets where his anger was in the first place.

They cast a look over their shoulder to acknowledge his sudden entrance. And their features sit like stars on the expanse of their face, their eyes like the sun and moon basking him in its holy light. A kind smile that could rival the luminescence of heaven grows on their face. Miguel is shocked the sight hadn't caused his knees to lock beneath him. They introduce themselves and if he could write their name on his tongue and only ever speak of them, he wouldn't waste another heartbeat.

Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

The word sounds like flowers in the wind; like an answered prayer for brighter days. Extending their arm out to shake his hand, Miguel fervently takes their hand into his and shivers from the close, yet minimal, contact.

"So, this is the notorious Y/N I've heard so much about." His voice drops to a low husk, attempting to woo you.

Miguel presses your knuckles to his lips and kisses them with fervid haste. The skin, flesh, and warmth pervading the expanse of his lips make him feel weightless. He doesn't have a romantic bone in his body, but with you now in his life, he'd tear every raw bone from his body and place them at your feet if you so much as asked. Just keep making him feel the way you do.

He then introduces himself and punctuates the syllables with the inflection of his accent, knowing of how it drove others wild. In this case, he was not given the heart-lurching sight of you averting your gaze or listening to your flustered giggles. Instead, you yank your hand away from his affections and revert your attention to Gabriella. Miguel had forgotten she was there altogether, and once again, the permeating rage returned once more.

Without your blessed attention, his lost soul returns to the home it built out of anger and misery. He had so greedily absorbed every sliver of good you possessed, he never fathomed how he would feel when it would be inevitably revoked.

Upon closer inspection, Miguel notices how his daughter's cheeks are puffy with stained tears. On her knees are a clutter of superhero-themed band-aids, a few displaying her father in his work attire. You inform him of the tumble she had taken earlier that day and of how there was nothing to concern himself with, gesturing to the bandages adorning her frail legs. He was never worried in the first place, only captivated by your sheer existence.

You then bend down to where Gabriella is seated on an ottoman and take her tiny hands into yours.

"I was going to wait until later on, but I got a gift that I just have to give you!" Gabriella lightens up as if you had told her you were taking her to Disneyland, anxiously anticipating her present.

Quirking your head, you turn to her father. "If that is alright with you, of course." Yes, anything you want. I will give you everything you could ever want.

A nod of his head and you stand to your feet. That mellifluous voice of yours that Miguel could listen to forever apprises Gabriella to close her eyes, which she obliges to and brings her palms to her face. Grasping hold of the gift hidden in the corner of the tent, you begin to tread toward the young girl. Before you had granted her to, she not-so-sneakily peeks through the expanse of her fingers. She can't abstain from squealing in excitement when she catches sight of what is in your palms. She closes the distance between you both and rushes to you, before practically yanking the gift out of your grasp. A harsh scolding bridges upon Miguel's lips for the action. However, when he takes notice of the admiration in your expression, he is rendered speechless with sudden envy.

A flower crown is what you had given her. The detail is exquisite, evident in the sheer awe plastered upon Gabriella's face as she studies it. Strawflower, lavender, eucalyptus, and daisies adorn the garment, as well as strands of amaranth that would cascade down her back. In addition to this, a myriad of other ornamentations clung to the crown. Vibrant gemstones, pastel buttons, and a pink, silken ribbon that ties the crown together in a flawless bow — it is a tiara befitting the most beautiful of princesses. And you told Gabriella she fit that standard effortlessly.

Meanwhile, Miguel stands in the background and seethes. How despairingly he wishes the gift were for him instead. In any other light, he'd say the garment was tacky. Ugly, even. He would have no resourceful use for it, either, and it would inevitably be chucked into the garbage. When it is you who put all care and detail into the gift, however, the story changes. Mere seconds have gone by since he has learned your name and still, he'd flaunt that crown for the rest of his life if you had gifted it to him. No matter the judging heaps of laughter he'd receive from others.

Gabriella thanks you profusely and engulfs your legs in another hug. Her gratitude is met with a reciprocated squeeze, as well. The act of affection is given to one another entirely oblivious to the third party overwhelmed with jealousy. His thick brows are plastered in a permanent furrow and his lips have morphed into an envious sneer. You are so effortlessly good with children and Miguel can't refrain his brain from catapulting to conclusions.

What does your life look like outside of being his daughter's favorite person? Do you have children of your own?

Is there someone else?

You and Gabriella then perform your secret handshake. It had been choreographed during one of the numerous soccer meets after her father neglected to collect his daughter on time. Soon, the two are leaving the tent. And every step away from you feels like walking on hot stones. The further Miguel treads, the scorching temperatures increase. He cannot look back. One glance and he'd be barreling for the poor tent like some rabid animal, desperate for another taste of your bottled happiness.

May 16th had only been the beginning of the Miguel-ridden chaos that would soon embark into your life.

Considering his negligence, you were stunned to see how he had signed his daughter up for several classes a week. But, you become entirely aghast with shock when you find him attending every meeting and game, remaining in the same spot for the entire course. Most parents twiddle on their phones while others mingle with the other adults. Miguel O'Hara was different. His sole, undivided attention was reserved for the actions taken on the field. And his sweet child could not have been more elated.

You presumed this alter in behavior to be a spark of realization that manifested into becoming a better parent. However, as the weeks go by and he continues to attend, you are quick to realize how his attention isn't appointed to his daughter, but it is set on you instead.

It is impossible for you to disinter what about yourself he finds so entertaining. With his eyes glued to you, it fills you with a sense of insecurity when you assume he may be mocking or judging you. The seemingly permanent dead emotion cast on his face makes you squirm with discomfort.

Upon closer inspection, or during the constant chatter he provokes when you're not occupied with the children, you swear the pupils of his eye almost appear... heart-shaped? You also cannot remember a time when he looked you directly in the eye, either. You're sure if you asked him what your eye color is, he'd be dumbfounded (he knows the exact shade by HTML color code, but that fact remains unknown to you). They are locked onto your lips, instead. Do you have something on your face? Maybe something in your teeth? The lack of emotion he communicates through facial expressions has you ridden with worry.

The most evident response you've been able to perceive in his expression was on a random day after practice. In the midst of a conversation with Miguel, another father interrupts him. His face morphs into something murderous when the unwelcome guest has the audacity to ask for your number. He claims it is to inquire you about his son's performance while he is not physically present in the game. With the way his eyes leer to your body, Miguel knows exactly what kind of revolting, perverted visions are plaguing his mind.

Clenched jaw, tense frown, eyes blown wide — Miguel’s chest rises and falls with rapid breaths while he glares bullets into the man. It takes everything within him to not release his talons, flash his fangs, and rip this pervert into nothing but a bloodied mess of gore on this very soccer field.

He is dead by dawn.

Exposed to several counts of rape and assault, Spider-Man hanged that man with his red web-matter beneath a bridge. His written confession was pinned to his chest with a hunting knife.

The disturbing events led his wife to officially resign her son from your practice. On live television, the widow swears on her life that her husband would not do such a thing. The sudden exposure of random crimes without any victims or proof does seem a tad suspicious, you think to yourself. Due to the circumstances, however, you cancel soccer meetups for the following several weeks so parents and children can process these disturbing events.

While you are typing another empathetic message to the apparent-criminal’s wife, another message pings on your device.

The culprit is no other than Miguel O'Hara. As if the news that had spread amongst the city like wildfire had chosen to leave him intact.

As if nothing happened.

Miguel invites you to an ice cream parlor with him and Gabriella, a weird undertone that implies it's a date while his daughter is the annoying third wheel. To get your mind off the poor boy whose father was brutally murdered, you agree to the rendezvous. His response is far too ecstatic to be deemed platonic, but much like all of his other flirtatious insinuations, you ignore it. You are juggling much more important, colossal matters in your life, after all.

Early afternoon rolls around and you arrive a mere five minutes early to the parlor, only to find the two were already seated beneath a pastel-striped umbrella. Gabriella is adorned in the flower crown you gifted her weeks ago, babbling about frivolous matters while her father sits beside her. Chin rested against his palm, you have never seen a more bored expression on a human's face.

Double-checking the clock to ensure Miguel's apathy wasn't a result of your poor planning, you're relieved to see your suspicions were false. You briefly scroll through the new messages on your phone from parents and neighbors regarding their children. As much as you adore your job, juggling the well-being of so many lives can be exhausting.

The click of your car door opening cuts your actions short. Looking at the sudden intrusion, you find Miguel O'Hara towering over you with Gabriella at his side. Her eyes beam beneath the flower crown you crafted, while her father perceptibly softens at the sight of you. Almost as if a tidal wave of relief washed over him after years spent breathing in trepidation. Not wasting another second, Gabriella crawls into the car and engulfs you in a hug. You are able to reciprocate the affection before her father pulls her away from what's his you. He is rather rough with her, but the smile that paints her face aids the dread inside of you.

Miguel lends a hand, which you take with reluctance. He guides you from your beat-up, engine-sputtering vehicle as if you were royalty. Your other hand was now held hostage by Gabriella, who attempts to conquer her father's strength and guide you to where they were once seated. Her efforts are futile when you are yanked into Miguel's sudden embrace. He was never shy with his affections, but this is the first time he was so close to you. And God, is it overwhelming. His imposing frame envelops every inch of you, to where all your senses are deluged in all of him. His cologne, his muscles, his warmth — he is everywhere and it is wholly suffocating.

"I missed you so much..." A beat passes before you realize he is referring to the mere week you have spent without seeing the O'Hara family.

Slowly and painstakingly, he releases you from his tenacious hold. Gabriella is then swift to fill the silence. She grasps your attention easily, something her father has struggled immensely with.

She pantomimes about the fashion show she hosted for her dolls back home and the success she earned during her P.E. class a few days prior. So indulged in the stories of this poor, attention-deprived child, you failed to notice how your hand was still held in Miguel's grasp. His lips find your knuckles, as they always do. The sensation of his kiss against you was nothing out of the blue. The act of affection had become a strange routine for every encounter you both shared. Without your resistance, Miguel fully indulges himself in how much he has missed you and plants more long, abiding kisses to your hand.

When you finally perceive his actions, you swiftly yank your hand away from his relentless affections. An awkward, forced smile sits on your face as you look at him with furrowed brows, seemingly scrutinizing him for some sort of explanation of his actions. Gabriella then pulls you away and drags you like a dog to their reserved table. Not without a sharp demand from her father to be careful with you.

On the surface, you find a colossal bowl of your favorite ice cream. The question lurks of how they had known this fact, but you merely brush it off as dropping the information to Gabriella a while ago. Besides the treat, a bouquet of paper flowers scribbled with bright-hued markers sits. She expresses how she crafted it for you during her time in school. Students were given art equipment and assigned to create a heartfelt gift for their parents. In the brain of Gabriella, she neglected her actual parent and put all her love into creating something perfect for you. And to you, it was all of that and more.

The three of you sit. You thank the young girl for the beautiful gift. Then, you pretend to inhale the scent of fresh flowers and jokingly compliment her on how she picked the finest posy from her garden. Before you can continue to pantomime about the process she went through to craft the bouquet, her father interrupts her. He proposes a gift he has gotten for you, as well.

A box is then placed before you. It is enveloped in vermillion velvet and silver tracings of 'Cartier' are threaded among the sides. You restrain from expressing your shock at the expensive appearance. Flicking the small latch that probably costs more than your bedroom alone, you gently clutch the two adjacent covers and open the box.

Sat inside is a diamond ring. The way the July sun reflects against the gift and into your eyes is harsh. You're shocked you hadn't gone blind from the unwelcome pervasion. The intricacies of the garment are delicate and precious, to where you are afraid of even putting your hands on such finery. You become entirely ridden with shock and terror when you grasp the thin thread attached to the box and read the price tag.

$2,000,000 is written in bold letters, almost as if the striking font was ridiculing you.

As heard through the fits of gossip from bored parents during practice, you were aware Miguel was a billionaire working at Alchemax. In these past few weeks spent handling nagging parents worried for their children's safety, the fact seems to have escaped your brain. And even with receipts that look like phone numbers, you still cannot fathom how pure diamonds are mere pocket change to him.

Jaw on the ground, you don't realize just how much time you spent gawking at the ring. A hum of amused, affectionate laughter clutches you away from your state of captivation. You shift your gaze away to see Miguel and those all-too-familiar heart-shaped pupils. Staring into your soul. It is the most emotion you have seen on his face since you met him. You wonder how many times he has looked at you like that when you were occupied with other matters.

He moves closer to you. You stalk his movements with curiosity, watching as he grasps your hand for the zillionth time since you met him. Uncomfortably pressing himself against you, Miguel reaches over your shoulder and grasps the ring. He evidently indulges in every second spent in close proximity with you. The hot, heavy breath fanning against your ear informs you of what captivated chaos is taking place inside his brain. Goosebumps bloom on your skin when the frigid diamonds meet the flesh of your ring finger. He assumes the sudden shiver engrossing your body is due to his closeness and he does little to hide his perceptible excitement.

You loving him nearly as much as he loves you — that is all he could ever want.

You lightly tread your digits among the ring, almost afraid to dirty the expensive jewelry with your mere touch. You stutter through an attempt at thanking Miguel for the gift. And your awe mending with your gratitude has his heart lurching in his chest. God, you are just so sweet. He is surprised his teeth haven't all rotted just from standing here in your presence.

Gabriella is in a similar state to you, as well. Any child in the presence of jewelry meant to be worn by a deity would react in a similar manner. Though, her childlike wonder fogs all the polite manners she prided herself in having. Her small fingers reach to touch the diamonds, but her efforts are halted a mere picosecond after they had begun.

Miguel snaps his fingers. That is all he does. Gabriella freezes at the sound, turning her attention to her father, and then cowering like a scolded puppy. She scoots away from you, abandoning her endeavors the second his fingers meet his palm. You fear what occurs beneath the roof of their home when there are no prying eyes there to witness anything.

A sultry whisper of "you look perfect" in your ear and the state of discomfort you were in only intensifies. Miguel's finger drags from your left shoulder blade to the other as he begrudgingly moves away from you, returning to his original seat.

Nearly incoherent blabbers of the ring being too much money tumble from your lips as you try and rid yourself of the diamonds. However, no matter how tireless your efforts are, the ring almost seems locked around your finger. A gentle tap to your elbow from Miguel beside you and you halt your efforts. You've heard he is quite scary when angry, after all.

With melted ice cream left on the table and diamonds superglued to your finger, you come to the conclusion that leaving your house today was probably a mistake.

When you do return home, however, you now realize you should have seen the blatant red flags long ago and left Miguel in your shadow. Your incessant assurances of how he just has an odd way of expressing kindness halted you from accepting the truth.

Standing before your bathroom mirror, a myriad of cleaning products from beneath the sink sit before you. Your laptop sits there, too, and displays countless YouTube videos adhering to removing a tight ring. Attempting to unravel the glimmering, red knot tying the ring to your hand, the revelation of Miguel's intentions finally begins to settle. These matters are so important, that you don't even acknowledge how the vermillion string looks oddly familiar to what you see the city's superhero using to travel.

Deep within your thoughts, the sharp vibration of a text message startles you out of your inner turmoil. A hologram expands from your phone left against the bathroom countertop. Lo and behold, no other than Miguel O'Hara has messaged you. He thanks you for joining him earlier (avoiding mentioning how his daughter was there, too). He slides an additional compliment of how diamonds look stunning on you. You're glad the toilet is so close to you, as you may need to vomit from the rotten sweetness of his words.

Instead of replying, as you would normally thank him for his kindness, you ignore his message. You are far more interested in trying to rid your hand of this ring without harming the accessory and washing his $2,000,000 down the drain.

With fruitless efforts and exhausted arms, you slouch against the bathroom wall and wave a white flag. You decide to succumb to the stubborn ring's desires and move on with your nightly routine. Instead of having your usual shower, however, you run a bath instead to avoid harming these damned diamonds. It is almost comical to lay in these bubbles completely nude while still wearing this single piece of jewelry. You wonder how Miguel would react to seeing you like this, physically scowling at the lust-ridden response you know he would have.

Speak of the devil, another message from him chimes on your phone. The hologram expands from its spot on the counter, once more. He inquires why you haven't responded to him, as if you would drop everything just to converse with him. He would do the same for you in a heartbeat, but that fact remains unknown to you.

A mere minute passes before an onslaught of messages begins to pour into the room. The rapid ding! of your phone causes you to clench your teeth with fervent irritation. You groan before abruptly escaping the warm embrace of bathwater to grasp your phone. Ignoring all incessant begs for your attention, you put your phone on mute and savor the tranquility that follows. You also overlook the mentions of "not being able to see you" and "his cameras disconnecting" in favor of returning to your peaceful bath.

Your state of relaxation is short-lived, much to your dismay. Not even several minutes later the tumultuous sound of fists banging on your front door permeates. The sudden intrusion of noise sends a shock of terror into your heart. Due to recent events, you fear the crime that has spread throughout Nueva York is now standing outside your home. Could it be someone begging for help? Or could it be someone eager to take your life? Swiftly ensnaring a robe around your body, you hastily tie the knot as you rush to identify the one responsible for the clamor.

Another groan of vexation escapes your throat when you see Miguel at your doorstep through the peephole. The fear simmers but returns when you can't piece together how on Earth he knew where you lived. You hesitate to open the door, but it isn't like you have much of a choice in that matter.

The door creaks open. And the reaction Miguel has seeing you in a robe and his diamonds is more than perceptible. Almost as if whatever excuse he conjured up for being at your home at this hour had been snagged from his brain. His eyes travel from your head to your toes, then back upwards, before reality slaps him across the face and forces him out of wonderland. The fear pumping through his body depleted the second Miguel saw you, to where nothing but a hot canopy of tranquility embraced him. The confused, puppy-like expression on your face, the thin robe protecting you from exposure, and his precious diamonds on your hand — nothing about this sight could save him from the tsunami of devotion that has swallowed him whole.

His arms are around you faster than you could think. And he just melts.

You meekly attempt to escape his tenacious hold, but your efforts are never brought to fruition. With his large hands clasped onto your body and his face nuzzled into your neck, escaping this man and his smothering love was a mere pipe dream.

If the emotions coursing through Miguel in this moment had somehow become a physical matter, he would care for it like he would a newborn baby. Tend to its every need, soothe it when it fusses, give away every ounce of love his heart can possibly accommodate. It contradicts his current performance as an actual parent, but all of his soul was reserved for you, after all.

"I can't live without you." It has only been several hours since you last saw him. Why is he acting like this?

Your efforts to escape accelerate when the razor-like point of his teeth poke against your neck. A harsh shriek then emerges from you when fangs protrude into your flesh. Something unfamiliar pumps through your system with rapid speed. It courses through your body and envelops every inch with profuse lethargy. The exhaustion satiates everything. It is all you can perceive. You slump against Miguel's toned physique like a wet noodle, to where he fully supports your weight with adoring fervor. Whispers of praise and gentle proclamations of love are the last thing you perceive before you drift off.

The dizzy sight of blurred city lights and bedsheets is what you see next. No Miguel, no bathrobes, no ensnaring embraces. Just you and your warped, distorted vision. You attempt to pull your head forward, only for gravity to fail you when you loll back onto the puffy pillows. When your hazy vision fades into something more distinct, you are finally able to discern some of your physical surroundings.

A bedroom that certainly does not belong to you is what you are met with. It is luxurious. Expensive. Lush. An incredible contrast to the small, decrepit bungalow you called home. The tall windows display the remarkable city from its highest point. The gentle, red-hued lamplight frames the late-night clouds drifting about and the planes soaring through the sky. You are laid against a circle-framed bed where several exorbitant comforters are draped around you. The robe you were adorned in hours ago was gone, too. Now, you are dressed in a high-quality, silken pajama set you do not recognize.

Your head relentlessly aches as you attempt to study the entire scene before you. The sensation is alike someone slamming a hammer into your brain. You bring your hand to your temple in a feeble attempt at easing the ache, but the freezing touch of the diamonds on your finger make you hiss from the stimulation. It channels a groan from your throat. The sound you make is simultaneously met with the distorted echo of a stranger's cooing. They purr out whispers of comfort and love, failing miserably in mending the fear stirring within you.

"Oh, button… You have no idea how long I have wanted this." Miguel fucking O'Hara. That revolting, candy-sweet voice belongs to no other than Miguel O'Hara.

He towers over you, as he always does. Dread tickles your bones and dances among the goosebumps trailing your flesh. Questions swarm within your brain as you attempt to scrutinize what you could have done to anger this man. You've heard through the grapevine how catastrophic his fury is, after all.

Contrary to popular belief, however, Miguel is not the flaming ball of rage he appears to be. Well, he at least isn't like that with you. Everyone else has clear evidence of the absolute rabid dog this man can be. It is evident in his greedy, adoring hands that have been stained red more times than he can count. It is evident in the warm pool of his brown irises that only appear blood-hued when you are not around. It is evident in absolutely everything he does.

This fact doesn't change at this moment, either. With the speed of a predator stalking prey, Miguel steadily climbs onto the bed and straddles you. You can only lay paralyzed and stare at the man above you in trepidation. With frail efforts, you are able to garner a sliver of mobility when you attempt to push him off. He resorts to grasping hold of your wrists and pinning them beside your head. So much for that plan. His abnormally sharp nails dig into your flesh; his nose pokes the bridge of yours when he bends down. His breath fans against your face and the familiar sight of his heart-shaped pupils is now overwhelming. Once again, his eyes are glued onto the one place they always seem to be: your lips. You can practically taste the need exuding from him.

A hologram then appears in front of his face. A monotone, robotic voice emanates into the silent room. "Your heart rate is 110 BPM. This has alarmingly exceeded your average BPM. If you are in danger, please press-"

The anger you heard rumors of fills him to the brim. Something daring to refrain him from drowning you in his love is equivalent to ordering a one-way ticket into the depths of Hell. A grunt and curse emerge from him. With a rushed flick of his finger, the hologram disappears as quickly as it came.

And without another second to perceive his actions, his lips are on yours. It is an almost god-like fervor he possesses. Your relentless struggling flies over the head of the absolute beast on top of you. It is instead met with the sharp prick you felt the night before on your lips. The same sensations flood through your veins, once again. This time, however, you are still able to regain consciousness and the small dosage succeeds in immobilizing your body. Now, you are entirely susceptible to whatever your kidnapper intends to have you endure.

Meanwhile, Miguel is utterly convinced he has left Earth and is now resting on Cloud-Nine. The unadulterated affection and sheer giddiness derived from your kiss bubble in his chest like a fizzy, sugar-ridden soda. He even considers he had somehow gotten drunk on the beverage, even though there is no physical indication of the beverage even existing. The way his heart batters like a savage animal locked in a cage is enough evidence to convince him otherwise, though. This kiss was only done to debilitate you, yes, but he would be a fool if he believed he could hold himself back from indulging in this moment.

Forehead pressed against yours, he speaks with breathless tremor. "I..." He gulps, "I got you another gift, button."

Once Miguel deems himself satisfied, he laps up the drops of blood that cascade from your lips with bone-chilling glee. Reluctantly, he withdraws from the close contact. His attention then begrudgingly drifts from you and to something on the bedside table. You are unable to turn your head and identify his actions, you can only lay on this bed in complete, paralyzed submission.

In his hands is a bowl of your favorite ice cream. "You never finished your bowl at the parlor. Remember?" You are still unsure of where he learned this was your preferred flavor.

When you expect him to bring the plastic, pastel-pink spoon to your lips, he does the opposite. Instead, he feeds himself a spoonful of the ice cream. Then, much to your horror, he presses his thumb to your chin and indulges in another kiss. His tongue slithers into your mouth, to where he coerces you to consume the sugary substance directly from him. Like a fucking mother bird. Your moans of discomfort are mistaken for sounds of pleasure. The noise elicits a muffled grunt from Miguel that vibrates against your lips. After all, the guttural groans protruding from him are enough to inform you he is enjoying this far more than you are.

"You can't just walk into my life, take my heart, then try and leave." Another quick, yet deep, kiss is forced upon you before he continues. "I won't let you. I can’t let you…”

A mess of ice cream, saliva, and stained blood paint your abused lips. Miguel backs away from your mouth and the separation provides you ephemeral comfort. For the umpteenth time, he hastily scoops another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and fervently forces it into yours. It is absolute torture.

Any attempt at pushing this monster away from you and puking out any trace of him left in you was entirely fruitless. The spongy muscle of his tongue continues to explore your mouth with more heaps of ice cream. Miguel kisses, slurps, and guzzles all remnants of you he can garner. You wonder if he had bought the entire parlor with how much ice cream he appeared to have.

"I love you too fucking much..." All you can do is let him relish in the euphoria he feels upon his actions and pray to God that it will end soon.

This is what life looked like for the following months. Miguel forcing his love onto you the way he forced ice cream down your throat.

And it is what life looked like when he lost you. Miguel forcing the universe to adhere to his needs the way he forced you into being his lover.

October 17th. It was all his fault.

He remembers the day the same way he will never forget you. It was a frigid Saturday morning. Miguel dropped Gabriella off at school for soccer practice, not bothering to wave or kiss his daughter goodbye, once again. Instead, he leaves quickly to purchase an expensive necklace and another order of your favorite ice cream to surprise you. Diamonds and sugar are the best way to someone's heart, right?

The ice cream falls from his hands and splats against the ground when he finds you. The diamonds are now chipped and dented from falling onto the hardwood floors. His breath is lodged in his chest as if his lungs had been crushed beneath the weight of the sight that stood before him. His eyes are blown wide in confused horror as if the mere action of blinking would kill him in his stance.

You lay on the floor of his office.

Lifeless. Cold. Dead.

The vibrant spider webs he used to tie the ring to your hand had conducted an electric flow from the watch he had been working on and into your body.

The electricity you made him feel was now the reason you were dead.

However, Miguel refuses to see this. He brings your body into his embrace, choosing to ignore the lack of reciprocation and silent pulse. You are just asleep, you are just asleep, you are just asleep. Tears overwhelm his vision, hiccups penetrate his chest, and unruly sobs fill the air. Still, he clings to you and persists in what he is desperate to believe as the truth. You are just asleep. You're always so sleepy, it is just too adorable! Maybe some ice cream will wake you up. Right? Right...?

Incessant demands to open your eyes fill the air, which soon turns into a series of relentless, incoherent pleads. Miguel webs the battered necklace and spilled ice cream into his hands. He ensnares the jewelry around your neck, a choked compliment of how beautiful you look barely able to escape through unruly sobs. His trembling hands then bring a spoonful of your favorite ice cream to your lips, ushering you to open your mouth and let him feed you. The tears staining his vision make it hard to see what he is doing. He loses the mobility of the spoon, to where it then clatters against the ground.

Large hands then cling to your face as he forcefully shakes you and calls out your name.

"WAKE UP! Y/N, WAKE UP!" The desperate, thunderous roar could have torn the world asunder with its violent force. It surely would have woken you up, had you been alive. Miguel knows this and it destroys him.

Miguel grasps the watch on top of the desk, you still in his arms. The desire to absolutely destroy the very thing that took you from him was almost feral. When he thought of the intentions he originally had upon creating the machine, however, he sought against it. Clicking the metal walls back into place, he taps a few buttons in the correct order. The room is then adorned in neon colors that frame a pitch-black portal. From here, Miguel stands to his feet with you in his arms and ventures through.

He abandons his daughter, abandons his life, abandons everything.

When he first learned of the existence of the Multiverse through his job at Alchemax, he fantasized about creating the perfect world where you and him can be together. He crafted it from scratch, but it still needed a few more knots tightened and screws fastened before he could have given it to you. Blinding sunshine and vibrant blue skies; healthy green grass and a single house on a hill. The clouds drifting in the sky resemble a myriad of different shapes, where Miguel had hoped you and him could do cloud-gazing with one another. The flowers planted in the soil all contrast in variety and color, where Miguel had hoped you could make him a personal flower crown like you did for his daughter. And of course, an invisible force surrounds the small plot of land to ensure you won't go wandering.

Where it can be just you and him. Where you can never escape his love. Where you can be happy together.

Things are much different now. He was too late. Miguel can only stand here with your lifeless body in his arms, surrounded by the clean home he intended on spending forever in. The satiating grief had turned into desolate numbness. He doesn’t waste another second before taking action. Laying your body into the bed you two were intended to share, he assures himself you are just taking an afternoon nap. Then, he begins to forage the home for something, anything, that will wake you from your slumber. Like sleeping beauty, he desperately muses to himself.

Within several weeks, your poor body had been strapped to the bed with numerous tubes and IVs protruding into your body. Miguel stands by a desk, a myriad of holograms displaying information that would be incomprehensible to even the smartest of people. Eye bags sit heavy on his face from restless nights; his eyes are swollen and red from the lack of sleep.

He doesn't care if he has to kill every person in the Multiverse, endure the most gut-wrenching pain known to man, or even sell his soul to the devil himself. He will do anything to see you open your eyes again. Even if it is just to slap him across the face or to scream at him for taking you from your old life, he still needs it. You'd be home. And that is all Miguel could ever want.

However, he was so occupied in doing everything within his power to bring you back to him, that he hadn't realized just how uneducated he was about the Multiverse. When he wakes up after falling asleep at his desk to the strange sound of something sizzling, he looks and finds the furniture around the room begin to glitch. Almost as if he was living in a simulation. The closer the malfunctions accelerate to you, the quicker he is to take every device plunged into your body and bring you into his arms.

The foundations of the home vibrate beneath his feet, and he then sprints from the bedroom and down the stairs. A violent crash echoes from behind him when he finally escapes through the front door. He doesn't dare to look behind him, he only holds your body closer to him and sprints forward.

A few taps to his watch and a portal unfolds just several yards from him. When he was a mere footstep from escaping with you, the force of the destruction snatched you from his embrace. He tries to fight against the energy pulling him into the gateway he summoned and practically flails his body around like a dying insect. His desperate efforts to retrieve you are of no use when his strength is overpowered by his own machine. Inevitably, he falls into the portal.

A harsh cry of "NO!" flees from his mouth before he finds himself back in Nueva York. Alone.

The world Miguel had put his blood, sweat, and tears into creating had crumbled right before his eyes. And right in the middle of the mess is where the only thing he has ever loved is.

As the story of all Spider-People goes, Miguel uses every bit of energy derived from his grief. He, however, does not use it for the sake of others or to ensure no one ever feels the pain of losing a loved one. Instead, he vows to study more of the Multiverse and create technology that can bring your body back to him. He was so close to waking you up! He just needed a little more time!

During his endeavors, he soon meets Jessica Drew, and all delusions he claimed to be the truth shattered like glass onto concrete. Here, Miguel learns of the "Y/N-Curse," as she so called it. How every Spider-Person is destined to fall hopelessly in love with a version of Y/N, only to lose them in the end. She tells him of how she was in love with her own version of them, too, during her teenage years, which made Miguel spark with territorial rage. After beating around the push for too long, what she tells him causes his entire body to go rigid with shock.

Everyone was so used to the stoic, cold, terrifying Miguel O'Hara. Only Jessica Drew had seen that exterior disintegrate when he learned your body had been destroyed and it was impossible to retrieve you. His absolute worst nightmare had manifested into reality and nothing could ever conquer the amount of pain he feels now.

You are gone.

Forever.

If it wasn't for Jessica's high-speed, spider-induced senses, Miguel would have succeeded in killing her and then himself right in that moment.

From here, he agreed to Jessica's inquiries about starting a society of Spider-People all across the Multiverse. If not for others, then for you. Even if it is not the same Y/N from his reality, any version of you does not deserve to suffer. Still, to live every day watching millions of versions of you die through the numerous holograms sat on his desk tortures him in ways he cannot fathom. It is killing him, but when it is for you, he will do absolutely anything.

He will find a way to stop this curse. Even if it is the last thing he ever does.

With that, your life was over. May 16th, 2099 — the day Miguel O'Hara met the only thing that ever mattered to him. And October 17th, 2099 — the day Miguel O'Hara inevitably lost them.

A year has now passed since Miguel lost you and your story on Earth-1610 has kicked into full gear.

March 30th, 2023. Roughly a month has passed since you began these tutoring sessions. One hour every Tuesday and Thursday. That is all it was; that was all it was supposed to be.

Within the short expanse of 18 years, Miles Morales has never felt such exhilaration then when he is with you. Life has exploded in various hues of rapture, enchantment, and those all-too-familiar sensations of goosebumps blooming across his skin. When he miscalculates an equation on purpose to hear your euphonious voice correct him; when he feigns frustration to feel the warmth of your comfort and reassurance — oh, there is nothing that could ever equate to these newfound emotions. These two hours a week have become the highlight of his life and will forever remain so, he is sure of it.

3:27 PM flickers in neon green on Miles' wristwatch. 33 minutes until he gets to reunite with you. The love of his life, his soon-to-be spouse, the future parent of his beautiful children. It is impossible to contain the effervescent excitement as he sits here atop the numerous pillars adorning the Brooklyn Bridge.

A sketchbook sits in his hand, a technical pen in the other. Only several more empty pages are available, as the other ones have all been painted with your face. More sketchbooks contained with similar drawings are hidden in his bedroom back home. The amount of money his mother has spent on sketchbooks this month has become alarming. Rio is starting to edge over suspicion when his excuses of "I lost it" and "I spilled water on it" have been wrung dry.

And the drawings on these pages are a picture-perfect definition of lovesick. Sketches of what you would wear on your wedding day, illustrations of you and him on adorable dates, and of course, the alarmingly accurate depictions of you. Every detail of your form has become muscle memory now; every feature and "blemish" of yours is imprinted in Miles' brain. His foot taps with anticipation against the stone surface. Oh, he cannot wait to see you again.

Hastily, he shoves the art equipment into his cluttered backpack. A silver web sprouts from his wrist when he jumps from the skyscraper-high pillar. He soars through the city and hums to one of the numerous love songs on his playlist dedicated to you. Swinging past several graffiti pieces he's made of your face and ignoring a poor woman whose purse was being stolen, Miles soon makes it through his bedroom window.

At record speed, he rids himself of his sweaty suit and dresses himself in the best articles of clothing from his closet. A pair of jeans he hadn't doodled on, a Brooklyn Nets jersey over a white tee, and a pair of freshly-bought Air Jordans. For a final touch, a spritz of cologne he stole borrowed from a Tom Ford store. He would wear a tailored suit, but his request to have such was rejected by his parents. You needed to see how serious he was about you. After all, who knows how many others are in line to snag your heart? Miles' body erupts with chills at the mere thought.

Patching up the final efforts of his outfit in the mirror, he hears the front door creak open and the elated tone of his mother escapes through the thin walls. Then, there is your voice. And in our entire universe, there is absolutely nothing that can compare to the sheer music of your voice. He takes a deep breath to eradicate the black dots dancing in his vision, before finally leaving his bedroom. When he turns the corner and makes eye contact with you, the sweet shock it brings to his senses is almost enough to make him collapse onto the kitchen tile.

"Hey, Miles." He certainly would not mind waking up to that every day.

"Y-Y/N! It's good to see you! No, great, actually. It-It's great to see you! I'm happy you're here... Very happy, heh..." The fact he is able to muster a single syllable in your presence is nothing short of a miracle.

A mere 20 minutes has now passed since you have entered the Morales residence. You and Miles are sat at the dining room table, surrounded by a mess of highlighters, study guides, and practice quizzes. And this boy could win an Oscar with how well he plays dumb. Miscalculating equations, picking wrong answers, and misspelling simple words. With the few questions he purposely answers correctly, every "Nice job!" and "You got it!" has him staring at you as if he had looked into the night sky for the very first time. Oh, the sight of your sunlit smile and the sound of your mellifluous voice are seconds away from making him melt into a puddle.

Rio then enters the room with her phone in hand, much to Miles' dismay. As he is about to groan at her presence and demand through clenched teeth for her to leave, she then speaks.

"Y/N/N! Your boyfriend's on the phone! He said he had some trouble getting a hold of you." A knowing smirk is sat on her lips. However, there is also a gleam of disappointment over the fact she couldn't have someone as amazing as you join the Morales family.

With zero romance in your work-induced life, you are puzzled upon receiving this information. However, you then playfully roll your eyes, assuming it was a friend of yours playing a stupid prank. This action, however, told Miles all that he needed to know. The person on the other line has been granted the absolute privilege of calling you theirs.

And his world shatters.

With a "Thank you, Mrs. Morales," you take the phone and leave to the other room. Unbeknownst to you, you leave behind a downhearted mother and a devastated boy trying desperately to gather the pieces of his broken heart. His agony is almost palpable, which Eio takes notice of immediately. She places a comforting hand on his shoulder. She then informs him that there will be so many other fish in the sea the young boy will meet in his life, but she is oblivious to the weight of her son's devotion.

There is no one after you; there is nothing if it can't be you.

Meanwhile, you sing out an amused "hellooooo?" into the phone's speaker. You say your friend's name, exclaiming of how you know this is them and that this stunt they pulled against the infatuated student you tutor was cruel.

You wait for their witty response, to where there is none. All you can hear is the sound of someone's trembling breaths. You say their name in question a few more times, inquiring if the creepy mood was just another silly joke. When all you are met with is sheer silence accompanied by heavy breathing, you bid your friend an annoyed goodbye and end the call.

When you return to the dining room, you are muddled to find there is no one there. Before you are able to call out anyone's name in question, a loud and sharp bang! shakes the entire house. You can hear Rio's muffled voice through the walls. Although you are unable to discern her speech, the perceptible worry in her tone shakes you to your core. What has happened while you were gone? You follow the sounds, only to find her at Miles' bedroom, begging him to unlock the door and let her in. Within said bedroom, it sounds as though a tornado had formed within the small expanse and was destroying anything within its path.

Rio sees you in her peripheral and is swift with taking her phone back, ignoring your worried inquiries, and guiding you back to the dining room. A forced smile is planted on her face as she advises you to pack your things since Miles has suddenly "fallen sick." She begins to pack your things for you and of course, you aid her in these efforts, but she is far more frantic than you are. She slaps several dollar bills in your hand and when you try to inform her this was triple the pay she is meant to give you, your efforts fall on deaf ears. Rio then puts your backpack on you as if you were her child on your first day of Kindergarten.

With a gentle hand on your back, she leads you out the door. On the way, she gives you thanks and apologizes profusely for the unexpected trouble. Before you can reply, the door is slammed in your face. You are left in the dark expanse of the hallway, wondering what on Earth had just occurred. As much as you wish to help, you know there is nothing you can do at this current moment. You consider sending them a gift basket later on to aid Miles through his unexpected "sickness," before returning home as Rio advised you to.

You leave, blissfully unaware of what events are taking place within the Morales household.

When you had left to take the phone call, that is when disaster struck. With tears seeping down his cheeks, Miles abruptly stood from the dining room and stormed off to his room, his mother close behind. He slammed the door shut, locking it before proceeding to take out every sliver of emotion within his body on whatever helpless matter sat closest to him.

Miles' room became a complete disaster within the matter of seconds.

Action figures have been dismembered, posters are torn down, and art equipment has been destroyed. The dents in the wall from what he has thrown about are accompanied by the fist-shaped hole he left in the wall. A window has been shattered, his bed has been upturned, and his desk has been split in half. All emotions barreling through his body wreaked havoc on anything within his path.

His clenched fists form moon-crescent shapes into his palm; his chest rises and falls rapidly with infuriated breaths. His entire body is shaking with misery, rage, and horror. He feels everything at once and it is destroying him. The sobs being pulled from his chest feel like knife wounds through his heart. The tears falling from his cheeks paint his shirt wet and stain his hands from consistently attempting to wipe them away.

How could he not have known?

Through bleary vision, he glances at the door of his closet which has suffered immensely from his havoc, with violent indents and chunks of wood protruding out. Miles then drags his exhausted body across the room.

He enters the closet and locks the door behind him.

How could he not have known?

Just outside all of this destruction, you walk through the bristling streets of Brooklyn. A sharp chill sits on the back of your neck, almost as if someone was hot on your tail. It has you whipping around to verify no sudden danger was there to welcome you to your demise. Usually, walks through the city are calming to you. Tonight, for whatever reason, was different. You excuse it as still feeling perturbed from what had happened moments before with Miles, but the sensation still lingers.

Swinging from building to building behind you is Miguel O'Hara.

He had sat on the top of a neighboring building with a 2023-modeled phone in his hand. Hearing your voice, after a full year of being without the euphonious melody, had his heart halting in his chest. Even after you ended the call, he still sat there. Flabbergasted. Stunned. Euphoric.

The plan he conjured up was swift and flawed. Anyone in their right mind would be devastated to hear your heart belonged to another. Especially Miles Morales. Acknowledging this, he ushered the boy into a full mental breakdown right before you. The sight would surely terrify you, leading you to run away and leave him in the dust of your past. However, this was not the case. Instead, you were concerned about his well-being and wished to stay. The sharp envy coursing through Miguel led him to chuck the phone against the concrete surface of the roof, a few of the shattered remains piercing his skin.

What prevents him from tearing out Miles' throat, scooping you into his arms, and taking you far away is the state of the Multiverse. He refuses to make the same mistake he made a year ago; he refuses to put you in any sort of danger ever again.

For now, he'll create a ridge between you and the boy you're destined to fall in love with. Forging messages, fabricating lies, causing another childlike meltdown of millions. Miguel will do everything in his power to ensure you feel nothing but contempt for this boy while protecting you from your impending death in the process.

He just hopes nobody else in the Spider Society finds out you are alive, as well.

⁺ 🎧 , 🪷 you are currently listening to . . . ⁺ 🪺 , 🎵 ꪆ

THE BONUS TRACK !

❝ YOU SAID I WAS THE MOST EXOTIC FLOWER,

HOLDING ME TIGHT IN OUR FINAL HOUR . . . ❞

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gif creds :: miguel.

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kenjioharashotspot · 2 months

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OK, with the Olympic Games happening I need your opinion for a fic I'm planning on doing!!!

What sport do you think Miguel O'hara and Kenji Sato (besides baseball) would play at these Olympic Games 2024???

It's for a (__?__) Player Miguel O'hara or Kenji Sato X Coach Fem!Reader.

#ken sato #kenji sato #ultraman #ultraman rising #ken sato x reader #ken sato x you #kenji sato x reader #kenji sato x you #miguel o'hara au #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderman

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fairlyang · 8 months

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Summer Lovin’: Hopelessly Devoted🕷️

in which miguel exposes his true self and then begs for forgiveness

w/c: 9.2K

pairing: greaser!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. slow burn, following most of the movie, he acts like a piece of shit, somewhat purposely making him jealous, he feels bad, actually changes for you, short date night, he fingers you in the car, bj outside your house

notes: oml writing this one was everything- I loved the ups and downs, and HAD to differentiate between the way danny acted and made miguel actually feel bad 💅🏼 part 3 soon🫶🏼

part one — part three

After talking to Patty a little bit you realized she was just a very extroverted girl that was really in touch with clubs and anything social on campus.

She had somehow convinced you to try out for the cheerleading team. You were on the team your junior and senior year of high school so you figured why not.

You tried out that same day and ended up making the team, you got your uniform which consisted of a long red skirt and for the fall season, a white sweatshirt that had a capital R for Rydell with a megaphone behind it.

Super cute.

Soon came the first game of the season and you were wearing your uniform as you walked out with the rest of the team along with the marching band. You did a few cartwheels as you waved your red and white pom poms around.

Then doing the routine you'd be practicing the past week with the chant you had to do. Again more cartwheels while the girl next to you attempted to do them and only failed.

You bit your lip to not laugh and just then the football team came out with the coach right up front with the captain. The crowd cheers loud as they run out yelling and making faces.

The principal then starts speaking into a microphone and everyone sits down. You sat down on the bench next to the football team, with your team as the principal hyped up the coach.

Everyone cheers for him and he immediately starts hyping up the crowd. He started speaking right behind where you sat so you had to turn your body to be able to watch.

He starts talking about the team making you smile at Patty who was smiling next to you when you notice the captain staring at you. You smile at him as he mouthes, "hi."

You mouthed a hi right back and he gave you a goofy smile before mouthing, "how are you?"

"Fine." You mouthed and looked down at your white tennis shoes with a little smile while he stared at you then back up at his coach.

Suddenly everyone was cheering and his speech was done. The crowd jumped up and surrounded the players, dancing around and yelling.

You stood up and cheered along with some of the girls barely noticing that the captain was behind you. He gave you a little wave which you returned with your pom poms in hand before people dragged him away because the game was about to start.

Suddenly a random girl pulls the back of your skirt up which you quickly pulled down embarrassed, looking at the girl then her boyfriend who pretended he didn't see, blew you a kiss before Frenchy came up and waved him off.

She complimented your performance and Sandy gave you a big hug, fixing the ribbon in your ponytail. You smiled and the other three girls came up behind you.

"Hi Y/N." You hear Rizzo's voice behind you and you turn around and greet them with a smile.

"Hi girls!" You say and Rizzo suddenly grabs your arm leading you off somewhere.

"We got a surprise for you." She says and they all follow suit.

Jan links her arm with yours as she giggles and Frenchy fixes strands of your hair off your face. You looked at them confused but followed them nonetheless.

The girls all stand by you as you walk between them all, not knowing what they had planned. But you walked along some parked cars until you finally stop with Rizzo and Marty in front of you. Frenchy fixed more of your hair while Jan held your hand, and you could vaguely hear Rizzo talking to someone.

"Hey O'Hara!"

"I got a surprise for you."

"Oh yeah?"

Then Jan pushes you forward as Rizzo laughs out a 'yeah.' You're then faced with-

Miguel?!

"Y/n!"

"Miguel?!?"

"What- what are you doing here? I thought you were gonna go back home?" He says, the smile on his face never fading as well as the way his eyes sparkled like how they did when you hung out together.

"We had a change of plans!" You say and you couldn't help the grin appearing on your face.

"I can't-" suddenly he stops himself as his boys move closer to him, he turned to Kenickie then to Sonny and Doodie, his smile dropped as he looked back at you and he cleared his throat.

"Oh that's cool baby. You know how it is, rockin' and rollin' and whatnot." He says using a tone you hadn't heard from him.

Almost like a whole different person.

He wasn't even looking at you anymore.

"Miguel?" You say and furrow your eyebrows, what the hell was going on?

"Yeah that's my name, don't wear it out." He responds and lets out cocky laugh.

"What is the matter with you?" You ask and scoff, not believing what you're seeing.

"What's the matter with me baby? What's the matter with you?" He says and your eyes nearly fell out.

You scoff and shake your head, "what happened to the Miguel O'Hara I met at the beach?"

"I do not know. I mean maybe I got a lookalike or something." He says and laughs, turning to look at his boys as they laugh along with him.

"Why don't you check the yellow pages or something, I don't know." He laughs as his friends snicker behind him, he couldn't even look at you in the eye.

"You are the fakest guy I've ever came across and I wish I'd never laid eyes on you." You snap and throw your pom poms into his chest, and run off as the guys let out "oooohhs" as you left.

Frenchy and Sandy quickly followed after you as you ran to go to the field, tears filling your eyes.

Back at the chaos Rizzo was giving Miguel a smirk with crazy eyes when his face turned guilty while his friends were cracking up jokes about you right behind him.

The girls then walked away when Kenickie joked, "so she laid her eyes on you huh O'Hara?"

"But that wasn't the only thing she laid on him." Sonny jokes making the other two burst out laughing as Miguel walked away.

"Hey Miguel!" Kenickie called out but he kept walking.

"Come on Miguel!" Danny called out and Miguel stopped then turned back to them.

Back to you, you were covering your face in your sleeves, wiping your fallen tears as you looked away from Frenchy and Sandy. You clear your throat and sniffle, "He was so nice to me this summer..." you say and both girls come to each of your side.

"Listen Y/n, men are rats and not worth it." Frenchy says and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"No they're worse!" Sandy chimes in letting out a laugh.

"They're like fleas on dead rats!" Frenchy jokes making all three of you laugh.

Frenchy then holds up a handkerchief and wipes your tears off your cheeks. "Y'know what you need?"

"A night out with the girls! We're having a sleepover at my house tonight. Wanna come?" She says and you nod.

She grins and hugs you to which Sandy hugs you both from behind. "It'll be great I promise!" She exclaims making you smile a little.

You ended up going to Frenchy's house along with all the other girls, she let you borrow a cute nightgown while you let her French braid your hair.

She claimed she wanted to practice all kinds of things hair related because she was going to be a beautician. So you gave her the benefit of the doubt and let her.

Jan was doing Sandy's nails and the other two girls were flipping through pages of a magazine.

Rizzo then took out a bottle of wine and Jan immediately took it out of her hands, taking a long sip of it before passing it on to Marty who took a much smaller sip.

She then passed Frenchy the bottle who declined because her hands were occupied. She then passed it on to you, you grabbed it not wanting to look like a wuss and hesitantly took a sip.

At least you'd already had some before in the past so you didn't gag or flinch at the taste and you passed it back to Marty.

She then gives it back to Rizzo while she stood up and put on an expensive looking robe and showed it off to everyone. "Where'd you get that??" Rizzo asked with wide eyes.

"This guy I'm talking to from France." She says and twirls in it.

You chuckle and Frenchy whispers in your ear, "some guy huh?"

You only laugh as Marty then takes out a photo album of this mystery man and shows it off to Rizzo, Jan, and Sandy. "What is he an actor?"

"A marine!!" She exclaims and the trio yell while Sandy just covers her eyes giving you wide eyes.

Suddenly you hear loud voices and an even louder car engine revving outside the house. Outside were 5/6 of the T-Birds, Danny wanting to stay home while the rest wanted to visit the girls.

"Would you shut up you vultures!" Kenickie grumbles at the trio who were singing god awfully behind him.

"Y'know what I think I change my mind, let's get outta here." Miguel mumbled, looking straight forward.

"What do you mean?" Sonny asked and Miguel sighed.

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'?" Miguel says as if it's so obvious why he doesn't wanna be there.

They only think you were just some fling and that he tossed you away like he's done with all the other girls in the past. But you were different. Much different.

More different than he anticipated.

And he didn't want to admit it to himself. Let alone his friends.

He'd never hear the end of it. But maybe this time could be a different outcome than usual.

Maybe this time he'll give himself a shot at love and not just a hookup. After all you were special and made him feel something.

Something he hasn't felt before.

But that thought alone terrified him.

Back in Frenchy's room Jan and Marty were giggling as Frenchy peeped out her window and gasps, "they can't come in here my folks will flip!"

"Hey Putzie why don't you call her for Mig?" Sonny jokes, looking up at the window.

Putzie then started standing up from the backseat and chanted, "Oh Y/n, wherefor art thou Y/n!!"

Doodie then scoffs and Kenickie pulls him back down harshly, "shut up!"

"Sit down!"

"Let's go!" Miguel hisses, sinking into the passenger seat.

Rizzo then decided to climb out the window and everyone watched as she climbed down and landed on the grass gracefully as if she's down it hundreds of times.

All the guys except Miguel got out of the car and Kenickie fixed his hair as Rizzo made her way towards them. "What's up Kenickie?"

"One guess." He says and looks her up and down.

"You got a lot to offer a girl..." she says and bats her eyelashes at him.

"Yeah, you know it." He responds and finally looks into her eyes.

"What ya sayin' 'Hara?" She says and looks at Miguel sitting in the passenger seat.

"Ya looking good Rizz..." Miguel says looking up at her, very uninterested in her advances.

"Eat your heart out." She chuckles, grinning then looking away from him, confident he'll take her bait.

"Well sloppy seconds aren't my style." He retorts but as soon as he saw her wide eyes and angry expression he regretted it.

He sighed and hopped off the car before walking away. "Where ya going?" She calls out and he turns to everyone.

"Anywhere that's better than to hang around you dorks." He says and walks off as the trio behind him call out to him but it was to no use.

"Well uh, your chariot my lady." Kenickie says and motions to the passenger seat.

She grins and walks on over to the other side getting in. The other three hop on the back and Kenickie reverses and purposely drives forward then suddenly stops, making the three guys in the back slip into the seats and jump. "Hey!"

"So what do you guys think this is? A gangbang?" Rizzo retorts turning to look at them.

"You wish!" Sonny quickly says having the other two snicker.

"Get out!" Kenickie yells and Sonny gives him kissy faces.

"Now! I said move it!" He yells making the guys groan as they hopped out of his car.

As soon as they were off, Kenickie drove off without a second thought which only made Sonny yell out, "ya know when a guy picks a chick over his friends something's gotta be wrong!!!"

Back in Frenchy's room you watched as Marty began writing different notes to each of her own pals which only gave you an idea. "Hey can I have some of that?" You ask and her eyes lit up.

"Sure!!" She says grabbing some tissue paper and a pen then handing it to you.

"Wait!" She says then sprays her perfume on it, "for good measure."

You then chuckle and nod. You made your way out of Frenchy's room and went out to her backyard as you looked up into the night sky, stars glistening.

You hold the tissue paper in your hands and sit on the stairs of the porch, your thoughts of what happened earlier coming to mind. You couldn't believe the way Miguel acted, acted like those three weeks meant nothing to him.

But even worse all the times you spent together. All the silly little things you did, every conversation you had. All those words he said.

The kisses. The caresses.

It made you realize your heart probably wasn't the first to be broken by him nor the first to cry over him. And how hard it must've been for previous girls to get over him.

God it was going to be so hard.

The past weeks not knowing if you'd see him again were killing you. You wanted to go find him, go out with him. What a fool you were for thinking he actually liked the romantic side of your time together.

All he ever thought of you was just another hole to use, another girl to add to his list.

And what a shame it was because you ended up getting feelings for him. Your head is telling you to just move on and forget him but your heart aches for him and is telling you to not let go and just wait for him.

Wait for him to change.

You felt embarrassed that you opened yourself up at all, maybe you shouldn't have done it either way, romantically or intimately.

All boys do is bring heartache and annoyance. Just waste your time for their own benefit.

But your heart was having a mind of its own right now and you were conflicted on what to listen to.

And maybe being hopelessly devoted to a guy like him would only bring self torture and really fuck a girl up, mentally and emotionally....

Three weeks had passed and you ultimately decided to listen to your head.

But the heart wants what it wants.

So you decided to go out with Tom, the captain of the football team. Not only to get over Miguel but also because you thought he was cute, normal, and honestly really sweet.

That's all you needed.

You didn't need or want complicated shit in your life. Let alone your love life at that.

"Ay Miguel what's up? Are you still thinking about that chick?" Kenickie asked to which Miguel scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"What are you nuts?" Miguel asked and shook his head.

"Well I don't know..." Kenickie trails on, not exactly judgmentally but Miguel didn't want to reveal his feelings.

"I don't think so much." He said making Kenickie chuckle.

"That's cool, that's cool." He responds and shrugs, having a slight feeling he isn't telling the truth but walks in with Miguel trailing behind him.

Suddenly you see Miguel walk in to the Frosty Palace as you were on a date with Tom.

You looked away as he turned his head to look at you, almost breaking his neck from how far stretched it was to look at you with dingle berry of all people. You then looked back at him and he was already staring at you making you turn your head back to Tom.

He felt instant annoyance and jealousy, but his face remained looking somewhat unbothered. He sat down at the booth with the three other guys as Kenickie sat in front of him and Danny pulled up a chair to sit on the edge of the table.

The trio went on to talk about god knows what while Miguel was trying to subtly look behind him but it obviously wasn't working, you could see him clear as day looking at you.

Well he's got no right to be jealous with he way he treated you.

Acts like an asshole to you and still has the nerve to be jealous? Is he joking?

You grabbed a spoonful of the sundae you were sharing and give Tom a small smile before letting the strawberry ice cream fill your mouth.

You then turned your head to look at Miguel again and just at that second he caught your eye. He turns his head back to the guys and you look back at Tom again.

Just then Rizzo comes out of the bathroom which happened to be in front of the table you were at. And being the instigator she is, she went straight to Miguel's table. "Someone snaking ya Miguel?" She teases and motions to you and Tom behind her.

"Oh fuck off Rizz." He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

She walks past their table but not before ruffling Kenickie's hair and then walks away.

Miguel shrugs then sighs, "I don't know about these chicks..."

"They're only good for one thing." Kenickie says with a smirk making Danny laugh.

"What do you do with 'em the other 23 hours and 45 minutes a day." Doodie jokes then snickers making Sonny, Danny, and Kenickie laugh and hum in agreement.

"Is that all it takes? Fifteen minutes?" Putzie asks cluelessly making the whole group groan.

You wanted to make Miguel come crawling back, then maybe toy with him to see if he'll apologize and get his shit together, or act this way forever.

Suddenly an idea pops into your head.

"Want some new music?" You ask Tom and he puts his spoon in the shared bowl before reaching inside his shirt pocket.

"I need some money." You say and stand up in front of him.

"Oh yeah." He mumbles and scrambled through his pants pocket to find a quarter.

You chuckle as he finally finds one and places it softly on your hand to which you give him a warm smile before walking down the steps. You then had two seconds to mentally prepare yourself to walk past Miguel's table.

So you held your head up high and walked past not stopping even though Kenickie's legs were spread out and on top of the chair behind Danny. Kenickie laughed and moved them down as one of the guys gives you a cat call but you walked back and to the jukebox, which happened to be behind their booth.

You looked down at the song selection, not really wanting to change it from "La bamba" by Ritchie Valens but you wanted to test Miguel.

Sure enough within a singular second the man stood up, "I'll be right back." He mumbles and walks out of his seat, walking behind him to take the long way to you.

He walked past the back of their booth before getting stopped by Patty who excitedly stood up and called him. "Hi Miguel!" She chirps and wraps her arms around him, twirling him in a circle.

"I can't talk to you right now." He mumbles and reaches for her arms.

"What are you doing later?" She asks, completely ignoring him which only made him grow annoyed.

"I can't talk alright?" He snaps and takes her hands off him before turning his back to her and walks toward you.

"Call me!" Her last attempt at his attention was no use since his eyes were already focused on you.

You pretend you didn't hear or watch out of your peripheral and continue looking through the song selection as Miguel leaned against the bar that was behind you.

He sat down for four seconds before getting up and walking up, standing next to you, "hey Y/n."

"Oh hi." You said and only turned your head to look at his jacket then look back at the jukebox.

"How are you?" He asks and you quickly respond, "Fine thanks."

"That's good." He mumbles.

"Y'know Y/n I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time now.." he starts and you bite your tongue on saying anything snarky.

"What about?" You ask and put your quarter into the machine.

"Well- about that night at the game, the way I acted that was terrible. I mean it really was, it wasn't me you gotta know that. Well it was me of course but it wasn't me. Well y'know Y/n I've got this image right-" he rambled on but right at that last sentence you knew what you had to say.

"Well that's why I'm so glad that Tom is so simple!" You say and look over at Tom who was already looking at you two and give him a wave to which he awkwardly returns then looks away.

"Simple is right, too bad his brains are in his biceps." Miguel jokes making you turn your head to look at him.

"Jealous are you?" You ask and he scoffs.

"Me? Jealous? Of dingle berry? C'mon doll don't make me laugh." He says and lets out a fake laugh.

"And what have you ever done?" You ask and he gasps.

"Oh cmon I can run circles around that man, beat him in any sport you name it!" He retorts making you shrug.

"I'll believe that when I see it." You say and walk away back to Tom.

He took your words as a challenge and he couldn't help but want to impress you.

And also couldn't stand seeing you with dingle berry anymore. So he was going to do anything in his power to change that. And hopefully get your forgiveness along the way.

So he started off with basketball.

Not the best start.

He didn't know how to dribble, tried to attack his opponents and teammates, he couldn't get the ball back after someone snatched it, and to end it off once he did try to get the ball from someone he just punched them in the stomach.

Up next was wrestling and it could've been worse. He was pretty tall and a bit muscular but not too muscular (yet) but the man that coach wanted him to practice with was somehow taller than him but also way broader and stronger.

Not an equal fight but coach claimed he needed to practice with all kinds of opponents.

He was pinned within seconds.

Then it was his turn to take this mountain down which he completely and utter failed, getting pinned once again but this man being on his lap with a wide grin when Miguel gave up. So he put his fists into a ball and hit his chest hard to which the big guy just flipped over making Miguel run away.

Thirdly was baseball and Miguel was not strong enough for the spit talk the guys behind him were doing while he was batting.

And the one ball he actually did get to hit was a foul.

So he punched the catcher in the face and walked off.

Lastly was his last choice. Track.

How hard could running be?

He was jogging around the track, on his second lap when he saw you up by the stands with dingle berry, fixing his hair.

He looked over at you while he was running to which you noticed it was him of all people on the track. You watched him as he ran past you now going towards the hurdles.

He jumped over the first flawlessly, same with the second, he turned to you while he did the third but still made it, for the fourth he was looking at you again but didn't make it and fell down.

You gasped and immediately ran off the stands and towards him as he stood up. "Miguel are you okay?" You ask and run to his side.

He stays silent and walks forward, looking out to the track as he caught his breath. "Come on talk to me." You say and were met with silence.

You sigh and stop, putting on your quick thinking before saying, "it's the least you could do after the way you treated me."

"The way I treated you- Y/n i told you I was sorry! And I meant it-" he says, stopping to point a finger at you.

"You shouldn't have cared about what your feelings did to your image." You say softly and bring his hand down, holding it before he sighed.

"I know I shouldn't have. I'm really sorry for treating you like crap. You didn't deserve that and I promise I'll make it up to you." He says and you nod, seeing in his eyes he wasn't lying.

"Well now that I got you to talk..." you trail on and look him up and down.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked making him chuckle and give you a warm smile, he's back.

"Yes I'm fine." He says and chuckles, looking behind you before looking back at you.

"Still going out with Mr. Simple?" He teases and you shrug.

"Well...." You trail on making him grin.

"Well? Is he taking you to the dance?" He asks and you could feel a warm and familiar feeling appear in your stomach.

"That depends..." you say and look off to the field.

"On what?" He asks, trying to hard so hide the smile on his face but it was damn near impossible.

"On you..." you say, now looking back at him with a wide grin making one appear on his as well.

He couldn't help it.

"On me?" He asks letting out chuckle and you nod.

"Yeah." You respond and smile.

"Well then he can beat it for good." He says waving awkwardly at Tom before grabbing your hand and running off.

That same night Miguel had picked you up to go on a little date as he called it.

He had parked in front of the Frosty Palace and got out of his car as he held his hand out for you to get out through the same door. You took it and got out but Miguel took a look inside to see a few of your friends dancing together and looked back at you, "let's go someplace else no?"

"Why?" You ask and furrow your eyebrow as he pulls on your hand to go back to his car as he responds, "because we can't be alone out here."

You scoff and give him a look, "Miguel."

He sighs and turns back to the door, "okay." He mumbles before quickly going inside and leading you past all the dancing couples and to the table in the back.

Unfortunately for him, Sunny saw him and gave him a look which he didn't see because he didn't even want to look at any of them.

As if they weren't dancing with your new friends too...

"Jesus Miguel you almost broke my arm!"

"Well I didn't want 'em to get this table, it's the best one they got." He says and grabs the menus, opens them up and positions them on the edge of the table as if to hide both of your faces.

"What are you doing?" You ask and laugh as he builds his little fort, somewhat reminding you of the Miguel you spent time with at the beach.

"I just want a little privacy for us alright?" He says giving you a smile before ducking down and reaching over to grab your hands.

"What can I get you kids?" An older waitress asks looking down at you.

"Strawberry milkshake please!" You say and give the waitress a smile.

"Miguel?" She asks turning to look at him as he shrugs.

"I'm not ready hungry. I'll just have a double burger with everything and cherry soda with ice cream." He says look at her before turning to you.

You wanted to laugh but just gave him a smile and turned to the waitress, "that sounds good, I'll have the same actually!"

"The same?" He asks and his eyes widened to which you smiled and nodded.

"You sure can eat a lot can't you?" He jokes and you nod, "sure can." You say with a grin as his hand tightens around yours.

Suddenly the menus covering your faces are pushed back by Kenickie and he burps before giving you both a wide grin, "How ya doing 'Hara. Eh? Nice?"

Miguel takes a deep breath in and sits back into his chair, letting go of your hands while you greet them, "hi Rizzo, hey Kenickie." You say and give them a little wave.

Kenickie gives you a smile before getting up and turning behind him to grab the table and pushes it to connect with yours. He grabs the chair and sits next to Miguel before turning to Rizzo, "you got some quarters, we can share a pie."

Rizzo scoffs and gives him a sarcastic little smile before rolling her eyes, "what a gentleman."

You fight back a laugh and watch the encounter, them going back and forth before Sunny comes up with an ecstatic, "greeting pals and gals!"

You gave him a wave before Doodie, Frenchy, and Marty join, grabbing chairs and sitting down by Rizzo and Kenickie. You looked over at Miguel who was mid groan before he gave you a small smile.

Suddenly the whole group starts talking at the same time. "Wanna chip in for a sundae delight?" Sunny jokes before laughing.

"I don't know where all my money goes!" Marty says and lifts her hands up as she straightens up.

"Well in a couple of months Frenchy will be able to take us all out eh?" Doodie says and rubs Frenchy's shoulders making her shrug, he adds, "a working girl with growing income."

"Oh that's right!" Marty exclaims and turns to her right to look at her.

"They don't pay very much to start off y'know..." she says and lets out a nervous laugh.

"Still more than we make so uh pay up because I don't get my allowance for a week." Doodie says and Sunny takes his hand out at him, who reached into his pants and gives him a few coins.

"You get an allowance?" Kenickie laughs and Doodie nods.

"When I'm a good boy I do." He jokes as Putzie yells at Doodie as he comes up with Jan, Sandy, and Danny.

You look over at Miguel and lean in, moving your hand under the table to hold his, he leans in and intertwines your fingers just as the waitress comes in and sets your tray of food down to which you give her a smile as Miguel hands you your milkshake and burger.

You gladly take them as Rizzo starts complaining about the hickeys on her neck. "A hickey from Kenickie is like a rare souvenir, not everyone can get one." He jokes then takes a bite out of a burger another waitress dropped off for them.

You bite your lip and could just feel the annoyance radiating off Rizzo's body as she wipes off the powder she was applying and scoffs, "you're a pig."

"This technically makes me the opposite of a pig-" he begins then stops once he receives a glare.

"But I love it when you talk dirty." He says and takes another exaggerated bite of his burger while letting out a moan making Rizzo scoff again.

You take a bite out of your burger as the chatter around you continues and you look in front of you to see Miguel is playing around with his ice cream soda. "How's it taste?" You asked and he looks up at you then chuckles.

"Sweet. Reminds me of somethin' else that was sweet." He says and mumbles the last part so only you could hear.

You gasp and kick his feet only making him laugh as your face heated up from embarrassment.

You could say you almost forget about your exhibitions from nearly two months ago but also couldn't deny the fact of how many times they'd keep you up at night with a hand between your legs missing his touch.

You looked away and down at your milkshake before feeling Miguel's foot tap yours and his hand is now on yours. You look up at him and he has a sly smirk on his face making you bite your lip, before he gives you a smile.

You smile back and squeeze his hand before just looking at him. He was so handsome. Slicked back hair and that leather jacket that somehow made him look even hotter.

He was the type of guy your parents would disapprove of right off the bat but your sister would accept as soon as she lays her eyes on him.

"Hey Putzie fifteen minutes." One of the guys says making you look over at them with a raised eyebrow. Putzie and Jan had walked away and Marty was getting up to go as well with Sunny on her tail.

Kenickie then looked at your intertwined hands and looked at Miguel, he only sighed and let go of your hand, not looking at either of you.

"I'm excited for the dance." You said and Frenchy nods.

"It's gonna be great! You're gonna have so much fun." She says excitedly, giving you a wide grin before eating some fries someone from the group ordered and just abandoned.

You take a sip of your milkshake before waving off to Sandy and Danny who were also leaving. "Come on doll let's get outta here." Miguel says and you nod as he leaves a bill on the table before getting up.

"Bye Frenchy!" You say getting up, giving Kenickie a nod to which he returns but not even bothering with Rizzo.

You go down the steps and walk hand in hand with Miguel out of the diner, he's finally at some ease now that all his friends are gone and he can be as affectionate as he wants to be.

He opened the door for you then walked you to the passenger side of his car before opening that door for you as well. You hopped in and he shut the door before he made his way to the drivers side while you buckled your seatbelt.

He hopped in, buckled his seatbelt then reversed back then drove off to the direction of your house that luckily wasn't far.

Which was perfect for the idea he had in mind.

He had missed you too. Your time together also kept him up at night, making him stroke his cock at the thought of being buried between your thighs again.

Or the feeling of your mouth on him.

He sighed as he drove off and put his right hand on your left thigh that was unfortunately concealed by your long skirt. "Move your skirt for me." He mumbles as he turns the radio on.

You turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow before doing it nonetheless. His warm hand is then on your bare thigh as you rode up your skirt almost up to where the seatbelt laid against your stomach. You turn to look at him, who was trying his hardest to fight off a smirk but it laid perfectly on his lips after you squeezed your thighs together.

"Getting your perv on hm?" You teased and he only shrugged as he stopped at a red light.

"Doesn't seem like you mind." He cooed and you turned away right as he turned his head to look at you.

Your cheeks grew warm as he rubbed circles on your thigh causing the butterflies in your stomach to erupt. All those feelings from the summer coming right back tonight and not just the romantic ones.

If anything the horny ones made their way back as well. And fast at that.

You squeezed your thighs together again and ignoring Miguel's chuckle as he separated your legs and let his hand sit on your inner thigh. "Missed you a lot y'know." He murmurs and you hold your breath, looking down as he brings his hand up slowly.

"D-did you now?" You ask and he hums.

"You've got no idea doll." He sighs and finally his fingers were now on your pussy, gently rubbing against your covered slit.

You bit your lip, spreading your legs as far as you could, and watched as he rubbed your slit with two fingers at a painfully slow pace. You tried to buck your hips up but your seatbelt restrained you only making him chuckle and continue his teasing. "Miguel please-" you whimpered and the light turned green. He drove off and hummed, looking straight at the road.

You groan and decide to help him out a bit, bringing a hand down and moving your panties to the side. Right as you moved your hand, his fingers were lathering in your slick making you moan and grind against his fingers. "So fucking wet." He muttered under his breath.

You close your mouth since his car didn't have a top and if there was a red light it wouldn't be the best idea to be moaning out in public like that.

Right on cue as if he knew what you were doing, he slammed two fingers inside. You let out a cry and felt your walls hug his fingers perfectly.

He started moving them slowly, still continuing his teasing antics because he wanted to hear you plead for more. He's missed all the little noises you make for him. So he couldn't just throw away this opportunity.

The light turned red and he turned to look at you before leaning in towards you, lips by your ear but then moving down to leave a light kiss on the side of your neck.

Your eyes fluttered and you tilted your head to the side so he could cover more ground. His fingers were now moving faster, your slick being the only noise in the car besides your heavy breathing.

"Miguel-" you breathe out and try to grind back and forth, again forgetting the seatbelt was restraining you.

"What's up darling?" He whispers and comes up, kissing your cheek gently before looking up at the traffic lights.

Still red.

He moves down to your neck again, this time sucking a hickey on your skin making you moan at the extra stimulation. "M-More please." You whisper and he chuckles.

"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you doll." He murmurs making you whine.

"More- faster please." You whine earning yourself another finger.

He pumped them into you at a fast pace not giving you time to adjust earning himself some pretty moans escaping your lips.

He looks up and finally the light turns green, he pulls away from you, straightening himself up but continuing his pace. You held on to his right arm and trying to bring it as close as possible making him tut. "By the looks of it you've missed me too huh?" He coos and you could only nod.

"Answer me baby." He murmurs and you nod feverishly, turning your head to look at him.

"M-missed you too." You mumbled making him him.

"Mm good. Glad I could have my girl back." He purrs making you whimper at that.

My girl.

His girl.

Just from that alone you could've sworn you could explode.

And swoon.

Maybe being hopelessly devoted to him wouldn't be the end of the world...

"Your girl huh?" You mumbled with the straightest face you could pull but the way your body reacted to that gave you away instantly.

"Who cares about formalities nowadays." He mutters and curls his fingers up before groaning, "Plus I won't stand seeing you with him."

Suddenly as if taking his built up jealousy out, he slams his fingers harder into you, fucking you relentlessly, wanting to prove a point. You moaned out his name and couldn't hide the big smile from your face.

Finally after the hell you were both going through because of his actions, he made improvement. And slowly proving himself.

"S-so we're going steady?" You ask making him chuckle.

He stops at the red light and you recognized the street, only a couple more blocks to go.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, slowly fucking you now, which only made you grow nervous. But you turned to look at him and to your surprise he was already looking at you. "I think I'd really like that." He says making you grin, with him immediately returning it.

He leans in and leaves a few pecks on your lips before pulling away and looking into your eyes. "Now you'll be all mine without a doubt in that pretty little head of yours." He whispers and you nod, the smile never leaving your face.

"Gonna need you to do something for me though...." He adds and you hum as he looks back at the light.

Still red.

He looks back at you and leaves a soft kiss on your cheek, "gonna need you to cum for me before getting to your house."

"Can you do that for me angel?" He mumbles and you whimper as his pace fastens again.

"Y-Yes- yes I can." You breathe out and let out loud cries when he started slamming them into you.

"That's my good girl." He coos making you whimper and clench against him once again.

"Oh fuck- Miguel-!" You moaned and felt your orgasm build up in your lower abdomen.

Didn't take long for Miguel to notice, he remembered how you tightened around his fingers and the way your body would slightly shake beforehand. Probably one of the main things he's missed about you.

How your body reacted to the pleasure he'd give you. How pretty you looked when he'd fuck his fingers into you.

You had the sweetest moans and he couldn't help but just need to make you cum. He knew you were desperate for it. Your pleads to him were obvious enough.

"Does my sweet girl wanna cum?" He coos making you whimper and squirm in the seat.

"Yes please-!" You whine and close your eyes, subconsciously leaning your head to the side.

Suddenly your orgasm came hard and left you a whiny, whimpering mess for him while he slowed down, letting you ride out your high. Your legs were shaking and you kept your eyes shut as Miguel was muttering sweet praises for you.

Your heart was pumping and your breathing was still heavy as you tried your best to calm down. You slowly opened your eyes and Miguel left his fingers inside, no longer moving. That was when you realized you were now parked outside directly in front of your house.

Your cheeks instantly felt warm and you could truly only pray that you weren't heard by your family or any of the nosy neighbors you ended up with.

"Don't worry we just got here baby." He says letting out a laugh before slipping his fingers out of you.

You gasp as you heard the plop sound and he didn't hesitate to bring his fingers up to your mouth. You opened and let him stick them in your mouth as you tasted your juices while he intently watched.

You locked eyes with him making him groan which made you realize he must be so aroused.

And there really was only one way to fix that.

So you grabbed his hand and pulled it back, slipping his fingers out of your mouth before taking off your seatbelt and leaning over to give him a proper kiss.

He kissed back with no hesitation and you fixed your panties and skirt while he slid his tongue into your mouth. He moaned into your mouth when he was able to get a taste of you, so sweet, just like how he remembered.

You moved your hand down and let it rest on his thigh while his tongue explored your mouth. You then moved your hand higher up until it found his bulge.

You let him control the kiss and just focused on palming him through his black pants. His breathing was getting heavier by the second making you smile while you gently palmed his hard on.

You then started to stroke him making him finally moan against your mouth. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against his, while undoing his pants and taking his cock out of his boxers.

It sprung up and you bring your hand up to your mouth, lightly spitting on it before moving your hand back down and grabbing his cock. You started to stroke him, using the spit as lube while Miguel was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

With your available hand, you bring it up to his face and cup his cheek. He leans into your touch and lets out a sigh. "Feels good baby."

You hum and make him look at you, "missed this cock."

He groans and bucks his hips up making you giggle. "Missed me too huh?" You teased earning yourself another groan.

"You're talking too much." He mumbled making you scoff.

So you did the only logical thing to do after being told that, you moved in your seat and got down before facing Miguel's cock. It was already leaking precum and was twitching at your light touch.

You grabbed it and started to slowly stroke it, admiring every inch of it. It had been so long since you've seen it and it was just as pretty as the last time. So thick and long.

It was going to fit so well inside you but that'd have to wait a bit more.

For now you were content with just giving him oral. You'd miss his praises and the way he was slightly rough when using your mouth.

You kissed his tip softly and then licked off the precum that was falling off the side of his shaft. He took a deep breath and you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes at him which only resulted in him groaning. "So fucking gorgeous darling."

You smiled then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out before slapping the tip on your tongue. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and you could've sworn you heard a whimper.

"Fuck baby-" he groans making you do it a couple more times.

You finally stopped and lightly licked the tip earning yourself more groans. You sucked on just the tip alone and you tasted more precum after a few seconds.

He kept his breathing as chill as possible, mainly to make it seem like nothing was going on in case someone were to take a peep outside and see him in his car. But also because he didn't want to moan out in public like this.

He sat still and through gritted teeth tried not to breathe heavily. Instead his thighs slightly shook and he was subconsciously bucking his hips up a bit.

His reactions alone had somehow warranted your panties to become even more drenched than before. He was so reactive even if he tried to play it cool, which end of the day wasn't going to work out for him.

He knew he was done for soon as he realized you didn't give a singular fuck that you were already outside your house. No, he knew he was fucked as soon as you positioned yourself to be eye level to his cock.

He knew he'd be done for no matter what because he was either going to finger fuck you or bury his head between your thighs till you forgot about his stupidity. Unfortunately for him, the night still wasn't over and he should've been prepared for you wanting to please him as well.

And he swore he could've came within seconds because your moans were just so angelic and his cock just had to stay trapped under his black jeans.

And after months of missing your body, your sounds, and your mouth, he's just meant to what, not shake and shiver at any slight touch you give him?

Or just full on taking every inch of him down your throat?

That'd be an insane and impossible ask.

You took all of him and pulled through, gagging until you could feel his pubic hair on your nose. You felt his hand push you down which resulted tears to form in your eyes.

You took all of him and let him hold you still while you breathed through your nose. You closed your eyes because they were slightly burning causing the tears to fall down.

Miguel finally let go and pulled your head up, you gasp and let all the saliva fall on to his cock. You look up at him and give the side of his shaft a little kiss before stroking him, making sure every inch is wet.

"Quit teasin' baby." He groans and you just shrug.

"Aren't you meant to be making it up to me?" You teases making him roll his eyes.

"Well?" You tease again and keep your pace to a minimal.

"Want me to apologize again? Is that it?" He asks and you shrug, giving him a small smile before he sighs.

"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. You deserve the absolute best and I promise I'll be the one to give it to you." He says and you nearly melted.

But you wanted more.

So going a little bit faster but you nod.

He shakes his head and chuckles, "you're gonna be the death of me."

"Oh I know." You reply and grin.

He thinks for a few seconds, all the things that were roaming through his mind when he wanted to prove himself a better contender than dingle berry.

It wasn't just to be the best physical option. He knew that.

So he decided to open himself up to you. He felt comfortable too and wanted you to know exactly where he stood with his feelings.

"I need you like the air I breathe. I can't exist without you. Please forgive me and I promise I'll always take care of you." He says softly bringing a hand down to cup your cheek.

You melt and stare into his eyes lovingly while he looks at you the same way.

You felt in your heart what you had to do.

The thumping alone showed how much that impacted you but just seeing and hearing how genuine he was, it was all you needed to hear.

"I forgive you Miguel." You say and smile, stroking him faster now because he's earned it at this point.

"And I'll try to not bring it up as a joke anymore." You joke and he laughs.

"I'd appreciate that but if I have to continue to prove myself to you I will." He responds and there go the fireworks in your stomach.

"You saved yourself." You mumble before taking him back in your mouth and immediately getting back to work.

His hands went back down to your head, pushing you further and further down until you're gagging once again except this time his hips came up. You close your eyes and he continues fucking your mouth, a melody of moans slipping through his lips making you moan against him.

He doesn't stop and goes faster which results in saliva slipping out of your mouth and down to his pants. He lifts your head up a bit then goes back to fucking your mouth but this time not full on gagging the whole time.

How thoughtful of him.

You let him use your mouth freely, only fair since you both missed each other so much and he gave you a proper apology that pulled on your heart strings.

Might as well let him.

He pulled your head back down as his hips came up making you gag unexpectedly which made him mutter, "Such a dirty girl, keep quiet wouldn't want your parents to know what their good girl is doing."

Your eyes open, wide as hell making him groan and go back to fucking your mouth except it was your throat this time.

He went faster and harder, chasing after that all too familiar feeling that he somehow hasn't felt in months.

He groans and moans your name making you look up at him all tear eyed just how he loved it.

Suddenly his orgasm hit sooner than expected and he stops as his cum shoots out and down your throat. You swallowed as much as you could when he sits down and brings your head up.

You licked your lips and continued slowly stroking him, making sure he gives you every drop. His thighs were shaking which only made you laugh as more cum dripped down his shaft.

You licked it all off him and let go, sitting back up when he grabs your face, pulling you in for a kiss.

You happily kiss back and feel his arms wrap around you making you melt into his embrace as you feel things will finally be good how you'd prefer over his old ways.

He pulls away and sighs, leaning his forehead against yours making your face grow warm. "You're so perfect baby." He mumbles and pecks your lips gently.

"Thank you for your apologies, I really appreciate the sentiment even under dirty circumstances." You tease making him laugh.

"I meant it all." He says and you nod.

"I know." You respond and he opens his door.

He gets off and then extends his hand to you, you accept and hop off but not before giving him one final kiss to seal the deal.

"All mine." He whispers softly, enough to send shivers down your spine.

"All yours." You whisper back before he pulls you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you tight as if to ensure you won't run away from him.

He then lets go and you finally walk up to your front door but not before giving him one final wave and smile to which he returns.

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kairiscorner · 1 year

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HEARME OUT 🌼

ive been seeing fics about bad boy x good girl

and i've been seeing novels about hockey players x nerd

YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO I HAVE IN MIND HAHAH ♪(´ε｀*)

he has shitty grades despite being an athletic star so reader tutors him

ITS REALLY SPECIFIC BUT OH YM GO smth abt the bad boy x good girl dynamic does SOMETHING to me ( ≧ᗜ≦)

oH MY GOD ,,, YES PLEASE. LOWKEY WANNA MAKE THIS A SERIES LIKE THE COLLEGE MIGGY ONE HEHEHHEHEHEHEHHE

soccer captain!bad boy!miguel o'hara x nerdy!fem!reader (part 1...?)

the clock mounted on the library wall behind you endlessly ticked all monotonously and rhythmically, ticking you off even more as you tapped your foot against the floorboards impatiently. you knew he was going to have practice after school for an hour and a half, his coach confirmed it with you when you asked–but where the hell was he? you sighed as you shut the book whose contents you were studying closed and began to fix your things and leave–that was, until a loud slam was heard from across the library, which the librarian gave a disgruntled 'shush' for, and the boy of the hour (and the past few) was finally here.

he was all sweaty, his dark, curly locks sweeping over his forehead as he walked over to you and pulled a chair up; slumping into it with a thump, angering the library's patrons and the librarian themselves. you frowned and crinkled your eyebrows at the lack of manners this boy had, and his lack of tact for you taking precious hours out of your day was annoying you beyond belief. "you're late." you reminded him as you folded your arms over your chest. miguel merely chuckled and sat back in his chair. "so what? i'm here now, aren't i?" you grumbled at his cocky response and shook your head gently.

you opened up the book you were reviewing earlier, and before you could even begin to speak, the minute you looked over at miguel, he was napping. with a huff and a look of frustration, you shut the book closed again and leaned over across the table—smacking the top of his head with the book. he mumbled in pain and furrowed his eyebrows at you, looking pissed. "what was that for?" he asked you in a grumble. you opened the book again and reread a few passages. "to wake your lazy ass up." you answered nonchalantly, without even looking up at him. miguel folded his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at you. "just so you know, i'm carrying the whole school's soccer team by myself—i'm far from lazy." "in soccer, you might not be, but in terms of... academics..." you trailed off, purposefully making miguel knit his eyebrows together again and making him grumble and lean back into his chair. "just don't act like you're any better than me, which you aren't, dork." he mumbled to you as you took a pen and began writing down some notes. "i'm doing no such thing, you himbo of a jock." you replied to him with a little quip.

though as you were writing, miguel's bigger hand wrapped itself around your wrist, prompting you to look up from the book and papers you were holding and up at his hazel brown eyes. they looked soft, maybe a little... bright, even? wait, why were you even noticing these things, you hardly ever spoke to him—the main reason you were even in the same space as this usually loud, crass, crude jock was because he was in a rough position with his grades. his coach suggested you tutor him after school to keep his act together, or else he'd be off the team entirely; what you weren't expecting was him touching you randomly, this wasn't in the agreement. "what?" "thanks... for doing this for me." he muttered to you, looking into your eyes all sweetly; but you weren't falling for it, you knew he had a reputation for making other people swoon for him effortlessly with his words, if he wanted something else from you, he should just say it directly now. "it's not for you, it's extra credit, which i'll be needing eventually." you correct him as you pull away. miguel chuckled at your response. "extra credit? you already tire the teachers too much with all your babbling in class and being bossy in group projects." "success doesn't come easily, o'hara." "oh, trust me... i know." he said with a light smirk as he stared up at you as he propped his chin up on his folded arms on the table.

you whacked his head with the papers this time, and he grumbled again in frustration at how unfunny this whole shtick was becoming to him. the librarian shushed you two as a second warning, and you leaned in close to him to teach him the lessons he missed wasn't listening to because he was busy napping in class in a hushed voice; though you worried he was focusing on... other things while you were teaching him. what kinds of things? oh, you'll see for yourself eventually.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

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partyanimal167 · 1 year

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Talk Me Through It- Miguel x F!Reader

Someone (me) has discovered nsfw audios and has not recovered. I've also been into the nerd!Miguel fics that have been going around, but I won't bully him much in mine lol. I'm trying to get some nsfw practice in before I continue my multi-fic, so

cw: nsfw, mdni, fem reader, college au, author knows some Spanish, acquaintances to lovers, voice kink, praise kink, dirty talk, munch Miguel

Who was this? ...WHO! Ain't no way...he sound like that? Shit...

You barely stopped yourself from dropping your head on the desk as another student finished presenting their speech. You had mixed feelings about your Public Speaking class considering your major, but there were worse subjects to take. You already presented yours and were only staying to review other students' for extra credit.

You tapped your pencil absentmindedly as the next student stood to speak. You sat up a little better in your seat seeing who it was.

Miguel O'Hara grabbed people's attention whether he meant to or not. He took up space with his height, broad shoulders, and overall built physique. People were very shocked to learn that he was not an athlete his freshman year, and it probably haunted the football coach every season. You only knew him from hearsay and the occasional interaction when he was at the library during your work-study. You noticed him. It was impossible not to, so you were a bit intrigued to say the least.

The man stood at the front of the class and stumbled to get his laptop connected to the projector. Before beginning, he took out a pair of thin-framed glasses and cleared his throat.

"The work-life balance is something that many experts agree contributes to one's personal health. Yet there are many careers that demand inconsistent hours and strenuous work in order for progress to be made. How-," the man paused when he glanced from the screen to the array of faces looking back at him. He blanked for a moment, and you weren't sure if it was nerves or stress. After a moment, an awkward fake cough seemed to break his daze. He went on.

The presentation was actually pretty informative in your opinion, and Miguel did get his points across. You were surprised by the nervous emotions and little habits he displayed. He seemed to try to find a face to latch onto for eye-contact, and more than once did it feel like he was looking at you. You weren't quite sure, but it didn't matter really. He looked a tinge embarrassed when he finished and grabbed his things, but you hope it didn't bother him too much. People freeze, stutter, mispronounce things all the time.

After class you went to grab some lunch with your friends before the afternoon classes began. Your school was very diverse, and it excited you when you could hear different languages spoken at different tables. It was the main reason why you were taking a Spanish class as an elective. The world was connected in many ways, and many people around the world could speak two or even three languages. You glanced through your Spanish notes for a moment as you remembered that there was a project being assigned today. You were nervous, but your friends told you you were worrying for no reason.

...

"It's seem we'll be working together." That smooth voice grabbed your attention as people were packing up to go. You turned and looked up to see Miguel leaning on a desk near you. "I promise this project is going to go a lot better than that speech I gave earlier."

Oh so he did notice you. You smiled and shook your head. "Oh don't worry about that. Your speech was fine." you insisted. "Besides, why are you taking this class any way?" you were sure you had seen him giving parent tours for prospective international students.

Miguel chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders. "Easy A." You figured, but you also couldn't blame him. "How do you feel about presenting in Spanish though?"

You tilted your hand a little. "Eh I'm kinda okay with it. I'm much better reading it than speaking, but I can hold a conversation."

Miguel seemed to light up hearing that. "Verdad? De donde eres?" (Really? Where are you from?)

You didn't expect him to switch so soon, but you continued with the conversation. "Aqui, pero estudie espanol para cuatro anos y muchos gentes a la mi trabajo hablar." You knew what you said wasn't perfect, but Miguel nodded his head along as you spoke. (Here, but I studied Spanish for four years, and many people at my job speak)

"Bueno, pero tu sonas muy nerviosa. Por que?" You thought you were in your head, but somehow it felt as if he was expressing himself more in this language. You couldn't help but blush from the change. (Good, but you sound nervous. Why?)

You chuckled. "I am nervous. I like to say things correctly, and it's hard when I know I'm wrong."

Miguel shook his head. "Me gusta como tu sonas." he grinned. "Well, I'll text you my schedule, and we can find a time for us to meet up."

"Sweet! I look forward to working with you." you beamed.

The man softened a little. "Same."

~~~

You slumped in bed scrolling through your phone trying to find something to occupy the night. There were a couple of shows you could watch, comics to read, or just endless scrolling. You were looking through some fandom content when one of your mutuals sent you a message.

N3rdT@amer: Girl! I just found this. You got to check it out!

There was a link attached, and it brought you to someone's post where an video teased an audio release. You weren't sure why they sent you this but decided to give it a go. You popped in your headphones as recommended and took a deep breath.

You could hear what sounded to be background noise of people chatting and jazz music. The sounds of steam and glass clinking set up the scene in a coffee shop. Foot-steps got louder then a voice spoke loud and clear.

"Hi, can I get a cold brew with a little hazelnut. Large please." a pause..."on the house? What did I do to deserve such kindness?" There was a tonal change that followed--a little flustered and shy. "Oh, you see me scrabbling with my schoolwork over there? Hehe, that's very kind of you. I want to give you something in return." A pause.

The smooth and confident attitude returned. "No, I insist. You off soon? Perfect."

The pause seemed to indicate a scene change, and you gasped when your ears were filled with the sound of lips smacking and heavy pants that you could almost feel on your skin.

"Mierda," the panting continued, "keep playing in my hair like that I'm gonna keep you up all night." a hearty chuckle followed by a loud slick sound had your thighs clenching, "would you like that, chiquita? Then how about-,"

The audio cut off there, and you wanted to chuck your phone at the wall. What the fuck? What the fuck was that! You let out an irritated breath before clicking on the profile. You choked on a cough.

You were no newbie to the realms of internet personalities or seeing people's personal interests. You had mutuals who posted fanfics and also sold sex content. There were people at your school who would be seen as uppity that enjoyed streaming RPG walkthroughs. It wasn't that surprising but...

Fucking Miguel O'Hara? Fuck.

It was an account where he teased his audio works as well as promoted others. You couldn't believe it. That gorgeous man could be a model, and he was also using his voice to make some cash? Honestly, good for him, but now you were left with a little problem that wasn't going away as you scrolled to see what other works he had. You bit your nail a little when you saw you could buy an promotional audio for $1. You groaned internally...Fuck it.

~~~

You were burning up and tried to figure out how you got in so deep.

It had been a few weeks since your...discovery, and you were screaming mentally on the inside. You didn't think a voice could get you so hot and bothered, but you found yourself going down that rabbit hole with a few late-night purchases to your totally unaware partner. It was funny in a sense because you remembered how nervous and kinda awkward Miguel sounded in your Public Speaking class. You noticed it a little when you guys met for your project when he had to speak to cashiers or other classmates he didn't really know well.

It was cute, to be honest. You could tell he was a little self-conscious about it, but it was hard for you to believe Miguel didn't know about his effect on people. Even now, he took you out to celebrate the spectacular presentation you two gave at a local coffee shop. He must have stuttered or something since he was scratching the back of his head, but the barista just beamed at him and batted her eyelashes. You couldn't blame her really.

It was just such a night-and-day situation. That man was so confident sounding in his works and in Spanish, but when there was the occasional slip-up he blushed.

Your drink was placed in front of you, and you looked up with a smile. "Gracias."

Miguel smiled softly at you. "Claro," he took a seat in front of you and stretched. "I'm glad we did well."

"Same," you took a sip of your drink, "but it's not like you weren't going to." you added nonchalantly.

Miguel quirked an eyebrow. "Hmm, why you say that?"

"You know your stuff, and you can speak well." you answered easily.

Miguel brought his drink to his lips, and your eyes glanced at it. I think that's the drink he ordered in that teaser. Your eyes shot up at the thought. Stop. Stop! Don't do that. You've been doing good, self. Not when we're in front of him! "Everything okay?"

"Huh!" you perked up and then giggled awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah."

The man continued. "Well, I try my best. I just don't want to look dumb in front of people."

You kissed your teeth with a shake of the head. "You definitely don't look dumb, trust me."

Miguel looked at your curiously. "Then what do people think of me?"

You tried to stop your brain from glitching. There was no way this man didn't know how attractive he was--at least not completely. "Well uh," you grabbed your phone as a diversion, "let me show you this video! There's this girl who went to Puerto Rico and-," you tapped quickly on your phone while disconnecting your headphones, but wasn't really paying attention as you moved frantically.

"Ah coño, you feeling good, mi corazon?" A deep moan followed. "Do you like that? Let me give you some more. "

You froze. He froze. You made a short squeal as you slammed your phone down, wanting to run out immediately. You thought you closed that tab. Why didn't you close that tab? Fuck, he totally heard that!

Miguel was slow to speak. "What was that?" you blinked and made a dismissive sound. Miguel lowered his voice a little bit. "What was that, mami?"

You know your panic was displayed on your face, but you continued to play dumb. "I have no idea what you're talking about...anyway, so here's that vid-,"

Miguel's chuckle cut you off. It was different than his normal one. It was deeper, meaner--the one he used professionally. "Ah, it's not good to lie, bebita." he leaned in closer so only you could hear him. "You like my voice? It turns you on?" he growled lowly.

You refused to look at him. You turned to the side and played with your straw. "Mi-Miguel, we're in public." A mumble. You felt your face warm up significantly; you changed your posture a little and unconsciously rubbed your thighs together.

His low snicker went down your body. "So? I bet you were listening to that earlier. Was it while you were at the library? Supposed to be working, but you wanna hear me call you a good girl and think about how wet my fingers would sound inside you?" You bit your lip then released a shaky breath. "Mirame, chiquita," he watched you turn a little and meet his gaze. He grinned. "Que bueno" he looked you up and down and licked his lips. "Wanna hear something else?" you nodded a little. "Words," (Look at me, little girl./How nice)

"Yes, Miguel."

"Good girl."

~~~

You fidgeted nervously as you sat up straight on Miguel's bed and tried to avoid eye-contact. He was looking down at you completely smug after not saying a word to you on the way over. You were lost in your thoughts, but now, you could only hear the thumping of your heart in your chest.

"Tell me pretty girl," you nearly jumped finally hearing him, "did you get off to my voice?" you opened your mouth to speak, "Mirame."

Slowly, you did, and the sight was wicked. Miguel looked as cocky as you imagined him to. The angle of him looking down at you while you sat made the situation all the more intense and seductive. His eyes devoured you and told you that he was completely in control of the situation--enjoying it.

"I did."

He made a non-committal grunt--glancing around his room in thought. "I want to see."

Your body lit up. "What!"

Miguel chuckled. "Why not? You want me to give you instructions?"

You squeaked. "No! That's not the point...it's just embarrassing."

"Aww, but you did it all those nights at home." he leaned by your ear, "Imagining it was me making all those wet pussy sounds with my mouth. I bet you were hoping I'd find out." he watched as you squirmed from the sheer proximity and how he spoke. His voice dropped lower. "I bet you're wet now." he huffed.

"Miguel," you whined. You were asking for something, but even you weren't sure what exactly.

"What, baby?" he grinned.

You grumbled for a moment before yanking his collar towards you and smacking your lips together. You kissed him to shut him up, but maybe that wasn't a good idea either. Miguel met yours enthusiasm and groaned at the feeling of spark finally igniting. He leaned further in, and you found yourself on your back wrapping your arms around your neck.

He caged you in with his thighs before moving away to tease up and down your neck. He bit and sucked all over--memorizing what and where made you make a certain sound. "Ah there you go. You can make as much noise as you want for me." his words vibrated throughout you. You reached up and rubbed your fingers through his hair and along his scalp. He groaned. "Mmm, someone was listening." he moved up just below your ear and took a teasing nibble from your lobe. ''Which one did you like the most?"

It took you a second to realize what he was talking about, but you didn't want him to pull back. You were already this far; no point in shying about now. "The- the brat tamer one...with the neighbor."

Miguel seemed to approve your answer. "Naughty girl," his hands found your hips and slid a little under your shirt, "you need someone to put you in your place? Good thing I caught you being a slut." you whimpered at the name. "You were just gonna let this be your dirty little secret, huh? Playing with yourself after we did our homework--remembering how we chatted so innocently."

You gripped tightly on his shoulders as his hands ran further up while his teeth bit near your collar. "I should blindfold you right now. You don't need to look at me to finish."

"No! No, please. I want more. I wanna see and touch you, please." you took a leg and wrapped it by his knee--trying to bring him closer.

"Greedy and naughty. Tsk, what should I do with you?" Miguel leaned back before taking the hem of his shirt and lifting it away. Your eyes widened at the display of muscles and beautiful brown skin. You licked your lips. "Was this what you were imagining, chiquita?"

Your hand shyly reached out to touch his abs. "This is so much better." you nearly whispered. Miguel chuckled at your compliment. He backed away slowly; then you yelped as your ankle was pulled moving you to the edge of the bed.

You were bright-eyed as you saw Miguel kneel on the floor easily pulling your pants down. You moaned when he started kissing up one leg after throwing it over his shoulder. He massaged the other and wasn't shy to lick up and down--planting kisses and bites.

You gripped the sheets and started panting and wiggling. "That's alright, hermosa. I wanna hear everything from you. Haré música con este coño." He paused once he was closer and took a look at your panties. "All this just from some simple words." It was almost condescending yet admirable how he said it. "You flatter me." (I'll make music with this pussy)

You shrieked as he mouthed you through the cloth. This man was a tease. You shouldn't be surprised, but you were going to get him to cooperate as much as your foggy mind could do.

"Mmm papi chulo, give it to me good. Plesse baby," you begged, and it seemed that Miguel had a weakness for words too. He wasted no time dragging your soaked panties down and toss them behind. He grinned meanly hearing a faint plop sound on the floor. So wet.

Your hand quickly found the back of his head once his tongue made contact on your clit. You didn't think he'd go for it so quickly, but it seemed he was bent on getting you to cum hard and fast. He lapped up your cunt and made it slicker with his drool. He easily lifted you up a little to bring you closer, and you found yourself losing it when he teased by your hole.

He didn't let up--groaning when you gasped after he gave you a finger. He pumped slowly yet consistently and moved his mouth around to give everywhere all of his attention. Soon, your ears could only focus on the sounds that were coming out of your own mouth and the approval from Miguel below. He took a breather to play with your clit and was in daze hearing how it wet and slippery you sounded. You were all pants, moans, and whimpers. He smirked up at you--face shiny and wet.

"You sound so pretty, hermosa. You gonna soak my sheets by the time I'm done with you." you clenched around his fingers. "Mmm, I know baby; you want it badly." he started fingering you faster. "I wouldn't even need my dick to get this pussy squirting." your moans went up a pitch as that knot suddenly got tighter. "Ooo, hermosa. Such a slutty pussy doesn't even need a dick to make her happy. I should've made you cum with my voice, yeah? Say all those filthy things about you being a brat and how you make daddy so mad." you sobbed at that.

"You should've just been a good girl and asked daddy to fuck this pretty cunt of yours." He sped up and you were pulling at the sheets as three fingers made you clench up--going harder and making you fill fuller. "Naughty girls keep secrets. Maybe I'll stop right now."

That got you talking. "No, no, daddy please. Daddy please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm such a slut and didn't ask for your dick. Please I'll be so good baby. I'll be such a good girl." you babbled on.

Miguel's cock was begging to be free. You knew just what to say it seemed. "Mmm, that's what I want to hear. Come on reina, let me see you make a mess. You gonna cum on my fingers, for me?" Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as you panted and struggled for air.. Wet sex sounds bounced off the walls, and you were going to be done soon. "Start cumming bebita. I'll fuck you so good after this. Yeah? Give it to me. Right there, mmhm. Fuck there you go." Miguel watched as your release started coating his fingers and dripped onto his wrist. He kept going a little til you started to twitch then slowly decreased to stop.

You were slumped on the bed trying to process what just happened while your body recovered from such an intense orgasm. "Fuck," you said to yourself. You groaned as your legs were gently rubbed, and you could barely glance down at the man.

He was all smiles and innocence despite how he met your gaze and cleaned his fingers. Gosh that mouth was going to be the death of you.

As if he reading your thoughts, he grinned before starting to move. "Let me show you what else my body can do."

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Whew! Oh my gosh, I can't believe I wrote this. I'm actually happy with it. I like how Miguel's personality is and I hope my mediocre Spanish skills weren't a pain. I needed to get this idea out my head, and I'm so happy how this is. Maybe I should try writing audio scripts 🤔Thanks for reading~

(Go download Quinn y'all. You will not be disappointed)

#atsv #migeul o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman au #miguel x reader #modern au #spicy audio #fem reader #atsv fanfiction #mine #partyanimal167 #college au #miguel smut

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miguel o'hara x reader - the thoughts you have about AND the first time you meet gabriella o'hara's soccer dad

(warning: essentially two different drabbles squashed together messily, shitty writing, gn except you self-describe as an oaf and mention wearing leggings)

Something about the the six-five plus, toned and perfectly tanned father of one of your soccer players.

He stands at the edge of your soccer field almost every weekday, shouting encouragement to his daughter Gabi (on your roster and to you, Gabriella O’Hara) in his skin tight, green and red compression shirt and with sandy brown curls for bangs that drive you absolutely insane.

You’re starting to develop a bit of an obsession with him, though as far as anyone knows (your co-coach, the snack team, the girls themselves), you’re right as rain when it comes to your outward behavior and refereeing… but in regard to yourself? When you take a deep, sinking dive into your subconscious? The thoughts you harbor during opening warm-ups, end-of-practice stretches, and every other free moment in between are filled with nothing but daydreams about what’s hiding underneath his clothing and if there’s strength enough to lift you up or bend you right over.

NOT that you’ve ever greeted, much less actually spoken to him outside of a smile (on your part) and a wave at pickup, an ice cold water bottle and fresh cut fruit already in Gabriella’s hands as she waves goodbye, too… But you like staring at him, a real sight for sore eyes, as well as thinking about what you’d say to him if you ever got the chance.

Your daughter is our star player, you’d say, trying to hide your oh-so-obvious interest behind your sleek, silver shades and visor with the team’s logo on it. You hope he’d smile, at least tilt his perfect lips in some direction of up even if only by millimeters, but you’re not sure if he’d look better with kind eyes and smile lines or raised eyebrows which compliment a smirk.

But I prefer watching you.

Instead, however, the first time you talk to him is the first time Gabi rolls her ankle. One of the few days a week he’s not there to supervise, though he arrives barely fifteen minutes after one the other instructors calls. You’re sitting next to her in the bleachers, a frozen water bottle your sorry excuse for an ice-pack, and he’s scaling (more like climbing, prowling, mounting) up the stairs three at a time just to make it to you.

In a perfect world, it would be a day where your hair wasn’t frizzed by the sweat on your forehead, you’d be wearing the flattering leggings instead of your old pair of stained joggers, and you wouldn’t be meeting under such unfortunate (though mild) circumstances. Unfortunately, however, it isn’t that other day, and the man you’ve been crushing on (as stupid as that makes it sound) makes it to you like he’s practically going to open his mouth and devour you whole—

“Daddy!” Gabriella interrupts the thought before you can finish it, her father’s eyes immediately slipping from yours to hers and softening as his clenched fists open to reach her, grasp her knee, take over holding the ice so she can free her hands to wrap around his neck.

“Mi amor,” he leans in, accepting the hug eagerly and without hesitation, all focus on her. “You’re hurt."

“It's okay! I'm okay," she grins when he pulls back, her smile toothy despite her swollen ankle that still throbs under your touch. "Coach carried me all the way here.”

She turns to blink her big, sweet eyes at you, and though you’re warming in embarrassment (hotter now than when the sun was at it’s highest) at the thought of her father seeing you as some big oaf who let their player get injured (and really, carried? The most she let you do was help to keep her stabilized by throwing an arm over your shoulder), you can’t help but melt at the sight her pretty browns.

“It was, uh, nothing,” you try to smile. The words sounds so foolish coming out of your mouth, tacky like something out of a movie you’d never watch willingly, and especially so when he doesn’t even twitch and still all you can think about is the snarl of his lip as he goes in to bite.

“Obviously not, if it was—"

“Cállate, daddy,” Gabriella snaps, a pout on her lips as she reaches up to squish her fathers cheeks together (you wonder if she notices the stubble growing there) and to your surprise, he does so without hesitation. “It was all Sisi’s fault anyway. I saw her stick out her leg.”

The attention on you is suddenly gone, replaced by the slide and squint of red eyes onto Gabriella, whose frown deepens as her father growls and his shoulders seem to grow. You’re honestly not sure whether you're more disappointed or relieved that you’re no longer the center of his attention and at risk of some sort of chastising, but you do feel the slight simmer of guilt in your stomach when the thought makes your loins clench.

“But you better not make a fuss; last time you called Sisi’s parents you started saying malas palabras.”

"I did not," he huffs in a surprisingly sassy manner, poking her side with raised brows. "We were having a perfectly adult conversation about the way Sisi behaved."

Gabriella rolls her eyes, but giggles nonetheless, and you shy away from interrupting a father and his daughter.

“Mr. O’Hara…?”

“Miguel,” he corrects, peering at you out of the corner of his eye before Gabriella pushes his whole face into your view. "Miguel O'Hara."

“Miguel,” you feel out his name on your tongue. It’s sharp and acidic, like a wound still leaking fresh blood, lime in a cold soda, but also handsome too. “I can take care of Sisi if you’d like to take Gabriella home?"

He nods at that, his face reverting back to something more serious and stern with a sigh. Wrinkled lines etch themselves into the sharpness of his creeks, the crease of his forehead, even his narrowed eyes though his expression is more forgiving now: his blatant disappointment easing into an exhaustion of relief with every one of Gabriella’s pats to his shoulder and the relief of knowing it wasn’t actually your fault.

Gabriella grabs the sleeve of your shirt before can you manage to slip away unnoticed and leave the family on their own.

"Call me Gabi, ‘kay?”

Bashful and cute, she beams, a knowing look in her eyes that doesn't go unnoticed by Miguel (it still feels somewhat weird to finally have a real title for him) and has you promising intently even as you wave from below the bleachers—

Unaware of all the moments her attractive father has been staring back at you all these months.

#miguel o'hara x reader #do it scared do it scared do it scared do it scared do it scared do it scared #HOPE YOU LIKE AHHHH #this is a fat mess #if there's typos i'll edit later if the spanish is wrong tell me PLEASE #repost cuz of links in last post wah #caitie post #gen #caitie things #atsv

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simping-overload · 1 year

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ʙ/ᴊꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ɢᴜʏꜱ

ive never wrote ns/fw before so bare with me, I liked how it turned out tho

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divider by saradika

characters: miguel o'hara, johnathan ohnn/spot, peter b. parker

tags/tw: blog jobs, oral, gn reader, reader has a dick, improper use of spots face hole, dilf fucking, whimpering men, face fucking, deep throating, spot has a dick, what kind is up to you, spot favoritism:), not beta read,

this is a multi-fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem please do not follow or interact with my mim related post!! you will be blocked if you do not heed this warning

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receiving: he's gripping onto the sheets for dear life, bits of blood tricking down his chin from where his fangs peirceing his lip. the way you're teasing him-tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, sucking on it a bit before you pull away to lap up the rest of his dick. it was driving him crazy, he wanted nothing more than to have your beautiful mouth swallowing his cock and face fucking you till his balls run dry, not until your lips are plump and swollen from sucking him off.

giving: he locks his eyes with yours as he drags his fangs up your cock, he gives your tip a kitten lick before diving down onto your cock, fangs dragging along the sides. tangling a hand through his soft hair, words of praise slip through your moans, encouraging him to go faster, to milk all the cum out your cock, his claws dig into your hips pulling you closer, taking as much dick as he can down his throat while he milks you dry.

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receiving: he's squirming above you, overwhelmed by the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock. the way your bobbin your head up and down his cock like your life depends on it. whimpers, moans, and word of praises slip out of his mouth. you're making him feel so fuckin good, he can't stop himself from cumming, when you take the rest of his dick down your throat in one go, his thighs are twitching when you pull off, the look at your wet lips and cum dripping from your mouth immediately makes him hard again.

giving: he drags his face up and down your cock for what appears to be attempt at kisses of sorts before taking your tip into his face hole. it was a little cold, but the further you went in the warmer it got, it felt like thick walls of void were clenching around your cock. you placed a hand on his head to keep it still as you thrust in and out of his face, he lets out moans and whimpers, hands gripping at his thighs, when you cum, he gasps, his walls clenching around your dick as takes all of your cum down his throat, not spilling the drop.

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receiving: he sits back and relax, his hand running through his hair as he stares down at you sucking his cock, in between his moans and groans, words of praise slip out of his mouth, you're making him feel so good, lookin so pretty as you suck him off. he throws his head back with a loud moan when you swirl your tongue around his tip, licking his sensitive slit in the process. he bucks up into your face, balls hitting your chin as you take him back down your throat

giving: he kisses and kitten licks up and down your cock, basking in the way you try not to thrust right into his face. he gives your tip a quick suck before taking you in his mouth. he moans loudly around your cock, mumbling about how good you taste, he starts to move his head like a cock hungry whore, interlacing your fingers together as he sucks you off. you lean back into the coach with a loud moan, fuck does his mouth feel amazing. you're quick to finish, peter is taking and milking the rest of your cock not wasting a single drop.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #sub miguel o'hara #the spot #the spot x reader #sub spot #peter b parker x reader #sub peter b parker #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathan ohnn #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #male reader #sub miguel #dom!reader #dom reader #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader

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sassypossumm · 6 months

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Sunshine

art credit: clashtsu Dadbod!Miguel meets Coach!Miguel

Just a little head canon I've got for dating High School football coach, Miguel.

Light Sexual Themes (I think I've just found my newest obsession)

Miguel played football in college, but one car accident after he'd stupidly driven under the influence led to an accident that cost him a promising professional football career.

Throw on top of that a failed marriage and a drinking problem, Miguel had, in his own mind, let himself go.

His ex wife Dana had let him know on several occasions that he'd turned out to be a disappointment. And when he'd accepted the position of gym teacher/football coach at his old high-school, Miguel had silently agreed with her assessment.

But then he'd met you.

One Friday night you'd been roped into going to one of your nephew's football games. You hadn't really wanted to, but he'd been begging, and you'd been promising, which led to you shifting uncomfortably on the metal bleachers, blinded by the obnoxious field lights.

But then you'd seen him.

Your heart had leapt to your throat the first time your eyes landed on that 6'9 behemoth of a man. Your nephew excitedly had introduced you to 'Coach', or as you'd call him, Migs.

He had a firm handshake, something you admired in a man. And something about those hands and intense dark eyes sent a thrill down your spine.

Beautiful, that was the only word he could think of to describe you, absolutely beautiful. How his hand engulfed yours, and that warm smile of yours set him at ease instantly.

Take it slow. He said to himself as he released your hand, and he was repeating that phrase to himself when he'd offered to buy you a drink, and he was repeating that same phrase when you stumbled into his apartment, groping hungrily at each other and exchanging frenzied open mouthed kisses.

You'd slid your hands so sweetly under his shirt, and hadn't recoiled in disgust at his soft stomach. Somewhere between you coyly tugging at his boxers to free his aching cock, and him spreading your thighs to taste your tangy arousal, Miguel knew he was whipped.

And when he woke up with you nested between his burly arms, drooling and mumbling in your sleep, Miguel knew he'd do whatever it took to hang on to this piece of sunshine he'd found.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #fluff #meet cute #miguel x reader #dadbod!miguel #dad bod!miguel #Coach!Miguel

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deadbydad-writes · 9 months

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A New List Of Miguel O'Hara Stuff I Will Write!

I'm not gonna add a gif to this because that's a lot of effort.

So I am doing this thing where every week I'll make a list of stuff. It will have the old stuff from the previous lists, the ones that were already requested were taken off this list, but I added some new ones!

THINGS I WILL WRITE!

Professor Miguel O'Hara

It's Miguel's Birthday!

Ice Skater! Reader x Hockey Player! Miguel O'Hara

Boss! Miguel O'Hara

Princess! Reader x Knight Miguel O'Hara

Beauty and the Beast AU

Divorced AU

Tattoo Artist! Miguel O'Hara

Neighbor! Miguel O'Hara

Bully! Miguel O'Hara

Nerd! Miguel O'Hara

Scientist! Miguel O'Hara

Stuck in a Closet

Childhood Best Friend! Miguel O'Hara

You're his AI Assisstant

Miguel O'Hara had a nightmare about your baby (or babies you get to pick)

You keep your pregnancy a secret from him (One Night Stand)

Telling him you're pregnant

Takes care of you when you're on your period

You stop him from overworking

Babysitting Mayday together

Strangers to Lovers

Eye Contact

Jealous! Miguel O'Hara

Bartender! Miguel O'Hara or Bartender! Reader

Teacher! Reader x Single Father! Miguel O'Hara

Honeymoon Night

Ex-Boyfriend Miguel O'Hara

First Time (He takes your virginity)

Single Mother! Reader x Single Father! Miguel O'Hara

Streetracer! Miguel O'Hara

Fake! Boyfriend or Fake! Husband Miguel O'Hara

Girls Soccer Coach! Reader x Single Father! Miguel O'Hara

Black Cat! Reader x Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara meets your parents for the first time

Chef! Miguel O'Hara

Wedding Day/Wedding Night

Your Boyfriend Cheats On You and You Go To Miguels To Spend The Night

Date Night

Nurse! Reader

KINKS I WILL ADD!

Breeding Kink

Degradation Kink

Praise Kink

Pregnancy Kink

Hair Pulling Kink

Choking Kink

Daddy Kink

Mommy Kink

Lactation Kink

Biting Kink

Blood Kink

Crying Kink

OTHER STUFF I WILL ADD!

Closet Sex

Floor Sex

Shower Sex

Bathtub Sex

Hot tub Sex

Wall Sex

Desk Sex

Bedroom Sex

Office Sex

Car Sex

Pool Sex

Movie Theater Sex

Fitting Room Sex

Window Sex

Outside

Mirror Sex

Table Sex

Kitchen Sex

Couch Sex

Chair Sex

Childhood Bedroom Sex

In Front of a Fireplace Sex

Also: Please send me requests from just this list only and only to my inbox! It helps me keep track of stuff easier! I also won't write anything that has to do with body related stuff because I'm not really comfortable with writing that stuff yet.

Also another thing, because I've seen a few posts about this on here, to the people who are complaining that they don't like seeing Miguel O'Hara smut in certain tags because it's gross, don't fucking ask me to not add that tag to my posts! I will if I want to and if you don't like it, fucking block me. Thank you!

Sorry, had a shit day today and this is better than punching a hole in my wall and breaking my hand. That shit hurts.

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #spiderman #miguel x reader #atsv

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sports-character-tournament · 10 months

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Round 2

Daiki Aomine (Kuroko no Basket) vs Shoei Barou (Blue Lock)

Daiki Aomine

Sport: Basketball

Appearance: short dark blue hair, dark blue eyes, 192 cm (6' 3½"), japanese

Propaganda: Aomine Daiki was the ace player in the prodigious group known as "The Generation of Miracles." This was a group of middle school basketball players who were so unbelievably talented and gifted that they completely dominated all other schools they came across for 3 years straight. Aomine was the first to unlock his "potential," effortlessly scoring baskets and dunks left and right without any opposition. This however, turned out to be a massive burden to him. Aomine, the one who played and loved basketbally more than anyone else, now found himself alone on the court. No one could challenge him. The sport he dedicated himself to lost all meaning. There was no longer any fun to be had. This realization broke Aomine. He went from a smiling, outgoing guy to a more sullen one. His mood completely shifted, and he would remain this way until he could find a worthy rival. Ultimately, Aomine's journey shows that the true fun in sports comes not from winning, but from the competition and fierce battles one can have. To be able to go all out to the best of one's abilities and have fun is the essence of sports.

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Shoei Barou

Sport: Football

Appearance: Long black hair, red eyes, 187 cm, Japanese. In more recent chapters he's literally built like Miguel O'hara.

Propaganda: Blue Lock (the project) aims to create a striker that plays for themselves first and foremost. Scoring goals is the most important thing here and Barou applies to that perfectly. He is arrogant and selfish and only cares about being the protagonist of every game he's in. He calls himself 'King' and so does everyone else. He 'devours' his teammates for the sake of scoring. One time he passed to a guy he had been defeated by in the past and imagined an entire alternate future reality where he was alone in his home drinking and watching that guy score the goal that won him the world cup??? And that motivated him to develop a new play style??????!!!!!??? If I remember correctly he also stole the ball off him. Also the only match that we've seen him cooperate is because his coach literally gave him an entire team to lead without question. He's the best.

#character tournament #tournament #sporty character tournament #tumblr tournament #kuroko no basket #blue lock #daiki aomine #aomine daiki #shoei barou #barou shouei

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skylarmoon71 · 1 year

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Miguel O Hara (Across the Spider-Verse)

Miguel was always aware of the many people out there with gifts.

The title of spider man and woman spanned many universes. So when Peter and Gwen barged in claiming they had found another friend on one of their missions, he was fully ready for humorless jokes and witty comebacks. The woman that stood in front of him was quiet and for a moment he contemplated if she was broken. Her expression lacked any kind of emotion. Her presence was completely different from all the ones before. He wasn’t truly sure what to expect.

“Miguel O'Hara.”

He held out a hand, but you merely nodded.

“It’s interesting that there is a whole organization dedicated to individuals with our specific abilities. You developed and started this all on your own?” You gravitate around his body, inspecting the computers and the layout of the office.

“I did. We needed an area to stop the anomalies that threaten the multiverse. I’m sure Gwen and Peter filled you in.”

Gwen nodded excitedly.

“You should have seen her, she came out of nowhere and took him down without a hitch. That rat guy is being sent back to his universe as we speak. “ She looked so happy.

“I was just doing my due diligence. I suppose since I know all of your identities it’s only fair to reveal my own.” You slipped off the navy colored mask, and his gaze fixated on your face.

“WOAH! YOU’RE A HOTTIE!!” Gwen exclaimed.

Peter laughed and Miguel just turned back to his computers to distract himself. He couldn’t deny that you were indeed attractive.

“A hottie?”

The confusion on your face was humorous. For a moment Gwen assumed you were joking, but you just continued to stare for an explanation and she brushed it off.

“You’re very beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you. I do agree that my face is symmetrical. One can assume that is what contributes to what we see as attractive as opposed to unattractive.”

Your evaluation made them all raise a brow.

“Riiight…” Gwen trailed off.

The room became quiet and Miguel just logged the most recent villain that was apprehended. You were still peering at the screens.

“Is this how you track those anomalies?”

He wasn’t really used to any of the others inquiring about the gritty work. Everyone had different skills. The techs worked in the labs. The ones more equipped for interdimensional missions handle the heavy lifting. He served as an anchor to keep them all in check. Especially the younger ones who enjoyed making his life difficult.

Like Brown.

Just the thought of Hobbie made him frown and it’s then that he realized he hadn’t answered your question.

“We have a layout to detect unnatural matter throughout the different dimensions. The way they appear is pretty much random. “

“It’s not.”

Your statement has them all now engaged.

“What do you mean?” Gwen asks.

You jumped onto the platform easily, and as you’re about to move forward but you pause.

Almost like you’d coach yourself to stop.

“I apologize, may I?”

Miguel gestured you forward. He was about to give an overview of the system, but you pulled up one document and pretty soon you were running through the screens like it was child’s play

“Incredible..”

You were in awe, and so was he in a sense. You’d understood in mere seconds how to run a system he took months developing.

Multiple visuals pulled up of different sections. All of which were villains they had already successfully secured. Each one you seem to appoint a number, a string tying them all together.

“If you look closely, you can spot the pattern. This might be a rough estimate, but I believe with this algorithm, we can predict where these anomalies will appear next.”

Miguel's eyes rushed over the information. Each number showed a designated universe that they’d been to. Others showed ones they hadn’t even touched yet. When the particular signature stopped, you tagged it red.

“This is my universe. Earth 234. According to my readings, the next anomaly should be here.” You lift a map signature and Lyla pops up.

“I think she might be onto something.”

Your eyes shifted at the hologram and she waved at your curious gaze.

“Artificial intelligence..” You murmured.

“Yes, this is Lyla. I created her to assist.”

The smile on your face seemed to widen and you unconsciously took a step forward into his space.

“You actually programmed an AI. What did you use, how do you maintain a separate consciousness for decision making and internal capabilities? Is she designed off of your personality or were you able to adjust it to reflect the opposite for objective responses?”

There were so many questions and the more you spoke, the less Gwen and Peter understood.

“Well, we’re gonna go because it’s obvious the two of you are made for each. See you later!” Gwen waved and Peter followed her with a smile. When the doors closed, Miguel expected you to react to her statement, but you were still looking at him in nothing short of amazement.

Miguel decided at that point that he needed to take a step back, just to clear his head. Because your expression was starting to do something to him. His eyes moved back to the computer screen.

“I can show you how I came up with the designs.”

“Please.” You insisted.

So he did.

That day he went through as much as he could between assigning missions and scheduling training sessions. You exchanged some very good ideas on servers that he could utilize to further his programs to function as efficiently as possible. Even with his skills, there were many things that even he didn’t have answers for. All of which you seem to magically possess.

From that day, you became closer to his colleague rather than his boss relationship he shared with many of the other arachnid heroes under his care. Your values were similar. He wasn’t too surprised to learn you were a crime consultant back in your universe. You held the skills of a detective. He could easily see it whenever they were on a case that was a bit more difficult to solve. Not all the villains were mindless idiots. There were a few that were more clever than he gave them credit for.

He’d not only been very equipped to prevent chaos from the anomalies, but you were helping solve other long term crimes in his universe as well as others.

You were perfect. Almost too perfect.

“It’s starting to feel like a trap.”

He contemplated one day.

It’s not like he suspected you of being some evil genius. He just thought that life was flowing very smoothly. There must be a catch.

“Gwen!!”

She’d gotten hit with a considerably large piece of debris after pushing two civilians out of the way. Her torso is buried under the thick slab and Miguel curses. He’s currently grabbing some more people out of the burning building. You drop down, fingers sliding under the concrete as you throw it off her body.

“Gwen, can you hear me?” You check her pulse. Thankfully she’s breathing. She nods weakly. You can almost see the sheepish smile she’s wearing under the mask as you pick her up slowly. Your hands slide under her knees and you use your webs to take off.

There’s a few other spider people clearing out the section and Miguel appoints one of them as he follows you.

“We need to get her back to the lab to check her injuries.”

You were thinking the same.

“I’m..fine..”

It sounds like she’s fighting to stay conscious. Miguel opens the portal and you both jump in.

The trip back feels as though it’s taking forever. You try to keep a count of her breaths and mark her pulse the best you can given the situation. You aren’t exactly a doctor. The minute you’re both on the other side of the breach, you are both rushing to headquarters. It’s not that long a trip.

Walking through the doors of the society, you can see the glances of concern on a number of faces. Especially since it’s Gwen who’s hurt.

“Lyla, prep the medical area.”

“Okay!”

The both of you are practical sprinting, and when you enter the lab, the people in that area clear a space. There’s an empty bed right in front of you and you place her down. The second she’s secured, the lights under her body begin scanning. There’s one above as well as below.

“Scan complete. She has three broken ribs and a punctured spleen. There’s signs of internal bleeding.”

Lyla’s report causes clear panic. Two of the spidermen move around, hooking up her body to machines and Miguel pulls off her mask. Her head lulls to the side and you can see a trail of blood running from her lips.

She looks so weak, yet she still has an impish smile.

“Sorry boss..”

Miguel clenches his fist.

“Damn it Stacy!”

You know he’s upset at the situation, but asking her not to put her life in danger to help others is impossible.

Even Miguel refuses to follow that rule.

“We need to treat her. Her healing won’t take effect if she falls unconscious again. It’ll take longer and we might end up losing her.”

Miguel takes a step back, and you’re still at her side.

“Please, step back.”

You frown, and when you pull the IV off her body, they panic.

“W-What are you doing!!”

You grit your teeth and when you hold out both your hands, pressing it to her stomach, they all seem to stare at the emerald glow emitted from your palms. Miguel is speechless, so is almost everyone else in the room.

The light travels from your fingers, and they watch as it travels all the way up to the veins of her neck. It sparks for maybe a few seconds and when it dissipates, Gwen blinks. Her eyes fully open after a minute or two and you pull back your hands.

She slowly sits upright and everyone steps back as she places her hand over her face with a groan.

“What happened? I feel like I got hit by a truck.” She turns for some sort of explanation, but everyone is just staring. Now she’s concerned.

“Do I..have something on my face?”

She raises a brow, and Miguel’s gaze turns to you.

It seems there is a lot more that they expected.

An hour of vigorous tests and Miguel was happy to know that Gwen was fully healed. Aside from soreness, she was fine. He’d given her the rest of the week to recuperate. Which surprisingly she didn’t complain too much about. Your abilities of healing have become the new topic of conversation throughout the organization.

Miguel had requested that you meet him back in his office so you both could do a brief on the most recent assignment. He’d gotten word that the damage on earth 56 was being taken care of as they speak. Minimal casualties.

No fatalities thanks to Gwen.

He made a mental note to scold and commend her when she was recovered.

“You can heal.”

Nodding, he notices the way you fidget. He’s picked up on little ticks that you often displayed. You were touching each of your fingers with your thumb, as if counting. When you caught his gaze, you stopped immediately.

“Yes, I can. I apologize, I should have said something before. I try to avoid using it because it tends to have some negative-”

Just as the words left your mouth, your knees buckled and Miguel was shocked when you coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He rushed over to grab you, but you instinctively shot out a web and it hit him right in the stomach. From your gaze he knew that wasn’t your intention but he’d successfully stopped and you looked more calm as you wiped the blood from your lips with the back of your hand.

“I’m fine.”

You let out another cough, rising to your feet. He didn’t understand why you seemed more put off at the thought of him touching you than bleeding out on the floor.

“It’s a repercussion. In a few hours my body will adjust.”

Removing the cast of the web from his body, he just watched you carefully.

“Anything else I should be worried about.”

“I’m lactose intolerant.”

For a second he thinks it’s a joke. But your expression hasn’t changed.

“Noted.”

After the encounter, he lectured himself to keep an eye on you. Apart from all the other heroes there, you seemed to be the most introverted in certain aspects. Which was strange. It didn’t seem like you had trouble interacting with anyone. It was just the way you would physically distance yourself that made him question what was really going on.

“Is it true that you can heal people with just one touch?”

“I heard that she healed five!”

“Are you kidding me, that's crazy!!”

You aren’t sure where the rumors came from, of why they were now circling you like hyenas. It was all just friendly conversation, you knew that. But the closer they got, the deeper your panic became.

“Since you’re all free, maybe we should have a training session.” The baritone of Miguel’s voice made every one there tense, and one by one they seemed to form excuses to escape. When you were no longer the center of attention, Miguel just turned.

“Don’t pay any mind to them, they’ll get tired.”

You did an internal prayer, because he didn’t seem to realize anything was amiss. Walking a bit faster, you matched his stride.

“Has the program I installed been working correctly?”

He nods.

“Lyla was able to create a map. With any luck we might be able to completely close all of these breaches once and for all.”

It was a bit far fetched to predict that kind of progress right now, but he was hopeful.

“I noticed that Gwen has fully recovered.”

For a millisecond you could see tension, but it vanished just as quickly.

“I benched her for the rest of the month. She’s not too happy but I need to be sure.” As he said that, his eyes moved to you.

“I’m healed. Gwen is too. You shouldn’t punish her because you feel responsible.” His steps slowed.

“I understand that you feel obligated to protect everyone, but you know more than any of us that trying to save every single person is impossible. Gwen is resilient and selfless. To ask her to be anything else would be the same as taking her mask away. Everyone here has chosen to give their lives for the greater good. It’s a conscious choice. Nobody forced us down this path. Let her be a hero. If you don’t then she’ll just do it behind your back. That may be what causes her the greatest amount of harm.”

Miguel isn’t used to people rationalizing his decisions. Nor trying to go against them. You seem to understand his mindset a little better than he does.

“I’ll give her another week.”

You smile.

He may wear a perpetual frown, but you see it. How much he cares. It’s hard to miss.

The days continue on like this fairly easy.

Miguel is always ready for downtime. Even though it’s a bit unrealistic. He’s pretty much the designated babysitter.

The most recent noise outside proves his point.

The doors opened, and he rolled his eyes when he heard a bunch of rowdy spidermen roll in. Cheering for who knows what.

“Hey boss, check this out, (Y/N) just Sherlock Holmes an investigation on earth 19!”

One of them had a hand around your shoulder and the other was holding a cellphone, forwarding the video to Miguel’s screen. He briefly read the article, then directed his gaze back to you. They all appeared to be ecstatic at your success, but your face was turned in what Miguel could only describe as pain. Your eyes were directed at the floor and you were counting your breaths, fingers flexing and tightening impulsively. Miguel took a step forward, glaring down at the men.

“Get back to work.”

Nothing else needed to be said. The entire group of them scrambled off and when they were gone, Miguel returned his focus to you.

Your breathing improved quite a bit, but your eyes were still trained on the floor. He saw you close and open them a couple times, then you looked up. Your expression gives off such vulnerability. Now he was a bit concerned.

“Estás bien?”

He scolded himself for switching dialect.

“Are you-”

“I’m fine.”

Your tone was even, and you looked in the opposite direction, taking a step back.

It was quiet, so quiet. Usually he appreciated it, but in this instance, he could feel the tension and for once it wasn’t coming from him.

“I’m sorry. I promise you I can do this job. Y-You don’t have to get rid of me!”

It sounds as though you’re pleading and now he’s even more confused.

“Why the hell would I get rid of you? You’re one of the best that I’ve ever had. You’re a genius.”

Miguel wasn’t one to give out compliments, so it meant something to hear those words. Finally, it looked like you actually relaxed.

He still didn’t truly understand what was going on. He wanted to know. He needed to know why you’d reacted in such a way.

“Come with me.”

That’s all he said. Miguel turned his back, and you followed behind as he moved to the far right corner of that office. There was a door ahead with a code. He typed it in easily, and it opened. Miguel stepped to the side to usher you in.

Upon entry, the door closed and you were a bit surprised at the small room. It looked like a smaller office, except there was a bed to the left. From the looks of it, he’d probably spent many nights here. It was pretty spacious.

“This is where I come when I need a break from all those payasos.”

You can’t help but smile, and he offers you a seat. You take one graciously, and now he’s standing over with his arms crossed, peering down at you. His intention is not to intimidate, you know that. But his frame isn’t the most subtle. His expressions are also fixed in what one would assume is annoyance.

“Tell me.”

It sounds like a demand, but his tone is more of a question. You can detect just a hint of concern. Something that is not usually easy for you to spot from anyone.

“I..”

You aren’t sure where to start.

“I’m on the spectrum.” You let out in one breath.

Recognition flashes in his eyes and you lower your head. You hate that he won’t see you the same. You were so elated when you got there. Sharing theories and ideas with Miguel was the highlight of your time here. Now, whenever he looks at you, that’s all he’ll see.

Your disability.

“It’s a mild form, but it’s apparent. Certain touches, sounds, conditions, they affect me a little more than average. For the most part it doesn’t hinder my everyday living. Most people that know me would not be able to tell at first glance. They usually just say I’m strange, or funny. I don’t always understand sarcasm or that expression of reading between the lines. To be quite honest it makes no sense. Words are meant to stay between the lines that’s obvious. Yet the expression signifies something very different it just-”

You stop when you realize the tangent that you’ve just gone on.

Letting out a breath, you straighten in the chair, determined to show that you’re unaffected.

“Regardless, I assure you that this won’t get in the way of my duties in this society. I graduated the youngest at the academy. I’ve written four books on the study of criminal behavior. I have a PhD in Criminology and my closing rate of cases is the highest in my district as of last year. Despite my position as a consultant, I am very adept in every way.”

Miguel realizes now that you’re citing all this information to prove that you are capable. A task you’ve probably had to do many times.

It’s a defense to shelter yourself.

“I don’t care about any of that.” You look up a bit panicked. But the way he watches you isn’t what you’ve seen. He’s not trying to undermine your abilities. If anything, it looks like your confession has just reinforced his view of your position in this organization.

“The only thing I regret is that we hadn’t found out about you sooner. You’ve single handedly doubled our progression on stopping anomalies. You have nothing else to prove to me. At least you can follow basic orders. I have people out there who can’t seem to tell the difference between do and don’t.” He grumbles in Spanish, running a hand through his hair.

“So, you aren’t going to remove me from the organization?”

“I would be an idiot to do something like that.”

You can’t believe it. This is the very first time that anyone has not only accepted your quirks, but also encouraged you. The minute officials learned of you, there was always the subtle look of sympathy. But Miguel, he’s looking at you as an equal.

A comrade.

“Thank..you..” Your voice is a bit weak.

“I should be thanking you.” He steps forward to hold out a hand and you just stare. Miguel pulls it back just as quickly.

“Ah, sorry.”

You can tell it was an honest mistake. But you can’t help but smile as you jump out of your chair and hug him. He’s startled for obvious reasons.

“THANK YOU!!”

It's the first time he’s ever heard you raise your voice above the usual octave. When you finally release him, you’re wearing that brilliant smile and he curses internally.

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