#miguel ohara fanficiton

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Just a "lil" silly request but can I request a werewolf! Miguel with Kitsune! Reader. Probably some wholesome hcs or a story with them with their newly born children. It's up to you if you wanna add some soft lewd into it or not.

A/N: this sounds kinda cute

Werewolf!Miguel x Kitsune(fox)Reader!

When the two of you first met, you were laying in the middle of the forest, injured. You were in fox form and had gotten into a hunter's trap. You managed to escape and ran far, entering your human form and laying against a tree trunk, nursing your injured ankle.

You were suspectable to predators, considering you were a bit smaller and hardly know how to defend yourself. You bring leaves to surround yourself to mask the scent of your blood, hoping it'll work. It worked for awhile as you tended to your ankle, turning into your fox form to lick your wound and whimper. Unfortunately, there was one nose that had a good sense of smell. A wolf.

You could smell the strong scent from nearly a smile away, and it was closing in quick. You attempted to run out of sheer panic, but your injured foot slowed you down. Soon, you came face to face with the large predator. He loomed over you, wind rustling his blue fur, red eyes fixated on you. You cowered to the ground, ears flat against your head, making noise of distress as he inched closer.

You shut your eyes when his wet nose sniffed you, and yelped when his teeth dug gently into your scruff and lifted you up off the ground. He carried you to his den, and you noticed he was a lone wolf. You kept trembling, whimpering, scared that these were your last moments. Up until he laid you down on his nest and shifted into his human form.

The wolf stood at 6'9, body hairy and muscles rippling. "It's okay," he said gently, squatting down, reaching out a hand to scratch the spot behind your ear, "I'm not going to hurt you."

He's a wolf. A lone wolf at that. He could hurt you. But his eyes were gentle, even if his expression remained neutral. So, you shifted back into your human form, covering your bare breasts. That night, the wolf-named Miguel-tended your foot and brought you bird to eat.

From there, a relationship blossomed.

In fox form, you laid on his back as he trudged through the thick brush of the forest, hunting down meek prey or going to a lake to bathe. You quite enjoyed relaxing on his huge body in both animal form and human form. He was big, warm, and inviting. He never minded the company either. He quite enjoyed having you around.

Miguel one day brought you the pelt of a elk, presenting it as a gift, as a way of asking for you to me his mate. Which you accepted and worn it in your human form.

Miguel became extra protective once you became his mate. He growled if anything came near the cave or walked too close to you, looking out for any threats.

As humans, he hugged you close, littering you in kisses, adoring you.

The sex? Holy fuck. You two only fucked in human form, and boy, did Miguel go crazy. Especially when he fell into a rut. He fucked you for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, and once he's knotted, he'll calm own long enough to tend to you, right before his mind is overrun in lust and he obliterates your pussy.

He always took care of you after, especially after his ruts. Miguel felt bad for putting you through that, but you enjoyed it. Told him he had no reason to worry, but he always worried. You were precious to him, and he the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

Then you fell pregnant and he was all over you. Making sure you ate enough food, brought you enough water, stood guard at the entrance of the cave and scaring anything away. You gave birth to two kids, a boy and a girl, and you loved them so much. They were hybrids, a mix of a fox and wolf.

Miguel praised you for doing a wonderful job for the labor, and made sure you recovered from the long labor. He took good care of his family, even deciding to merge into human society. The kids had to get used to staying in human form and going to school, and you staying at home to be a dutiful house wife, and Miguel getting a job.

It was a rough transition, but you guys managed.

Sometimes you wondered how that day would've gone differently. The day you were injured. If Miguel either ate you or never found you, or if you never got injured. Would life be the same? Different? So many possibilities, but as you did dishes, staring out the window to watch the children play, you smile.

Miguel comes up behind you and hugs you, kissing your neck. "What are you thinking about, my love?"

You turn around and hug him, sighing softly. "Nothing, my love." You squeal when he spins you around and drowns you in kisses, swatting at his chest when you got water on your brand new clothes.

Yeah, life is great.

[max-re]

This is something I've been working on for awhile, it's not finished but it thought I'd let yall see it👀

It's a Miguelxftm!reader hehehe. I hope yall like it🫶 NSFW under the cut!!

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[Name] sighs softly as he walks around HQ, greeting other Spiderpeople. Soon, he ends up in Miguel’s laboratory, he had been called there shortly after he arrived, traveling from his world. The large man is leaning against his desk, palms braced on the surface, shoulders tense.

Miguel is silent for a moment, the tension growing thicker before he finally speaks; “Come here.” His voice is void of any tone or emotion, his stare fixated on the table beneath him, his stress weighing upon him like the weight of the world—the burden of a leader. [Name] and Miguel had an interesting relationship, both beneficial from one another, using the other as a stress relief.

He watches him step closer, his eyes roving over him, urging him closer. His eyes are dark, reaching one of his large hands out to lightly caress his masked face once [Name] is within arms reach. The gesture was surprisingly soft despite his impending stress, his thumb sliding over his cheekbone as he hummed softly, tilting his head up to meet his eyes.

“Please..” He murmurs, eyes heavy with desperation. His breathing was ragged as he slowly moved the mask just above [Name]’s nose, pulling him in for a kiss. It soon heats up and becomes a hungry, feral kiss.

He groans into the kiss, slowly backing them up against his desk, hands roaming, gripping at their sides, and flesh he can get his hands on.

“Miguel.” He murmur against his lips, creating a desperate desire running through the pair. Miguel picks them up, sets him on the desk, and crashes his lips onto theirs, bullying his way into his mouth.

He trails hot, desperate kisses down his neck, hand holding his face to get more access, hand sliding down his body. [Name]’s breathing quickened, causing him to smirk against his skin, lightly skimming the sensitive flesh with his teeth. A shiver wracks through them as his suit is stripped of him, one of his free hands tugs at the hairs at the back of his head, encouraging him further.

He hums in approval, pressing open-mouthed kisses down his body, fingers gripping into the supple flesh of his thighs, breathing in his scent. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice husky, eyes roaming over his flushed face. “All desperate for just a touch..” He grins, gently kissing his thighs, playing with the hem of his underwear, fingers lightly brushing the flesh, teasing.

He groans softly as [Name] captures his lips into a kiss once more, pulling him closer, breaths ragged with desire. His grip almost bruises before his suit dematerializes, leaving him only in a pair of black boxers.

“Dios ayudame, [Name].” He grumbles against the kiss, kissing more fervently, gently pulling down their underwear and tossing it to the side, letting it land on the lab chair nearby. Miguel pulls his hips closer before discarding his boxers as well, tossing them aside.

As he watches him, his hands knead their thighs, a smirk slowly appearing on his face. His hand travels upwards and just stops short of where he’s needed the most. Sadistic bastard. “Please.” [Name] says, holding Miguel’s wrist, trying to move it where he wants it. “Please, Miguel.”

Miguel finally caves, and his hands slide upwards, gently teasing the folds, soft breaths escaping [Name]’s lips. Miguel hums softly as he continues, gently rubbing against the small bundle of nerves.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Why Aren't You Waking Up?

CW: loss of a parent, grieving, heartache, just really fucking SAD

A/N: I come back on here just to write this. this is basically if miguel hadn't taken over his counterpart's life after he died

Sad Miguel Hours

It's late in the night. The crescent moon is high in the sky covered by gloomy clouds. The stars managed to twinkle through the clouds before disappearing as the grey clouds covered the night sky. Thunder rumbled throughout the sky, a forewarning that a storm is approaching.

There's a sense of unease in the air, the type of unease that causes the hair to raise on the back of your neck. This goes unnoticed, as no one really thinks bad things could happen to them.

No one ever thinks bad things could happen to them.

Especially to those who live happy go lucky without a worry in the world.

Gabriella is sitting on the floor in front of the TV, fully invested in her favorite show. She's not allowed to sit this close, as her father warned her it's bad for her eyes, but she's home alone and he doesn't need to know. Her homework is finished and she ate her dinner prepared by her father. The fridge is full of pre-made dinners, in case he didn't make it in time to make dinner. She's able to unwrap the plate out of the plastic confinements and toss it into the microwave.

Gabriella is trusted to be home alone after school. The door is kept locked and she never answers the door for anyone. She knows her father's work number and phone number by heart, along with emergency services. He's gone over with her on every possible situation, such as a fire or if she's hurt, and she can easily type in the three numbers '911' into the home phone to call for help.

Said home phone rings on the counter. The loud ringing nearly spooks her as she was so invested into her show. She rubs her eyes and hops off the ground, running over to the phone. She reads over the numbers before answering.

"Hi dad," she greets, leaning against the wall.

"Hey, mija," Miguel says in response. "I'm on my way home now. I'm just calling to check in on you."

"I'm doing okay. Oh! Can you please stop by the store? Please? I really want some chips."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm really tired. I just want to come home and go to bed," he sighed. His voice is laced in exhaustion and he yawns. He got off work a little over ten minutes ago. He changed out of his uniform into his casual clothes and is ready to call it a night. "I can go to the store in the morning. I don't really feel like going anywhere right now."

"Please, dad? I really want some chips, and a soda," she pleads, stomping her foot a bit.

"It's a little too late for a soda, mija. You can have some water. Too much sugar this late is bad for you, and you'll be up all night."

"Chocolate milk, then. Pleeease, dad? I really want some chips. Pretty please?"

He sighs. The last thing he wants to do is make any stops on the way home. But it's not easy saying no to his little girl. He'll give her the world if she asked. "Okay, okay. I'll stop by the store that's around the corner. But you have to promise you won't give me any trouble on going to bed tonight."

Gabriella is bouncing up and down triumphantly, nodding her head. "I won't! Thank you!"

"You're welcome. I'll see you when I get home. I love you."

"I love you too, dad." Before she hung up, she suddenly remembered something. "Oh, wait!"

"Yes? Is everything okay?"

"Don't forget you have to sign the permission slip for my field trip next week. To the amusement park, remember? It's due tomorrow."

"Ah, yes. I'll be sure to sign it. You got the chaperone slip for me to sign as well, right?"

"I do."

"Okay, I'll sign all of it when I come back home and put it in your folder."

"I can't wait for us to go. We're gonna have so much fun! Can we ride all the scary rides together?"

"We'll see about that," he chuckled. "I have to go now. I love you. I'll see you soon."

"I love you too, dad. See you soon!"

Gabriella sets the phone back down and returns to her spot in front of the TV. She happily hums, swaying side to side. She's so excited for this field trip. When she brought it up to Miguel, he didn't think about letting her go until she mentioned parents can chaperone, which is why she's allowed to go. He didn't like the idea of her being at a big place like a amusement park without him there to keep an eye on her.

The teacher will already have their hands full with a class of thirty students. He knows they can't keep an eye on every single student. So it was either she goes as long he can chaperone or she doesn't go, but thankfully there's the option of parent chaperone.

Gabriella has been looking forward to this trip for weeks. Her class first did a fundraiser to afford the trip, and all the permission slips are to be handed in first thing tomorrow morning. Then next week, amusement park!

The last time Miguel took her to an amusement park was a couple a years ago. He won her a giant teddy bear and a goldfish. Unfortunately, the goldfish ended up dying a couple weeks later and they flushed it down the toilet. She cried for an hour before he offered to take her out for ice cream and she was okay again.

Gabriella's head bounces side to side as her gaze slips from the TV screen to a picture frame sitting on a shelf. The photo is of her and Miguel at one of her old soccer matches. They're smiling at the camera, Gabriella holding up her soccer ball and Miguel by his side on his knee, a hand on her head. There's pride on his face.

Miguel never misses any of her soccer matches or practices. He's always cheering her on. One time, a soccer ball hit her in the face and she fell face first into the ground, and he went sprinting across the field. He sat her up, checking her face for injuries, but she brushed him off and stood straight up, showing him she was okay.

He's a good dad.

The best dad.

Whenever she has a nightmare, he'll allow her to sleep in his bed. She'll snuggle into him, wiping her tears on his arm as he hugs her close.

"Shh, it's okay," he'll whisper, rubbing soothing circles into her back. "I'm here for you. I'm always here."

Gabriella knows she can depend on her father no matter what. When she's hurt, sad, happy-no matter what, he's there by her side and he's never going anywhere.

At least, that's what she believed.

Miguel is leaving the store, arms full of grocery bags. He ended up buying more food then intended. He knew they were low on certain things and wanted to save the food shopping for tomorrow, but since he was at the store, he decided to complete his grocery shopping.

He double checks to make sure he bought Gabriella's favorite snacks and the chocolate milk she asked for. If he had come back home without what she wanted, hell would've been raised.

He can't wait to go home and see his daughter. As he begins his short walk home, he's looking forward to hugging her and tucking her into bed, reading her one of the bedtime stories they're currently reading. The stress of work is slowly melting away as he walks.

All he wants is to see his daughter. The pain of everyday life immediately disappears whenever she runs up to him to greet him with a hug. His daughter is his life and he'll do anything to keep her smiling. As soon as he gets home, he'll tuck her into bed, read her a story, and then go into his bed and fall fast asleep.

Sleep sounds so good right now.

Until he notices a mugger has stolen a woman's purse and is attempting to run away scot-free.

Gabriella is so close to the TV and lost in her show that she didn't hear a gun shot ringing throughout the air and the sound of horrified screams. It didn't help that at the same time, lightening streaked through the air and thunder roared loudly.

Gabriella only realizes something is off when she noticed nearly an hour has passed and her father still isn't home. She purses her lips, feeling a bit unsettled. She gets up off the floor and grabs the home phone to call Miguel. The phone rings and rings before going straight to voicemail.

Weird.

He always answers her calls.

That's when she knows something is wrong.

Gabriella's heart jumps in her chest and she slips into her fuzzy purple slippers, putting on her jacket. She stands in front of the door, hand hovering over the doorknob. She's not allowed to leave the apartment under any circumstance unless it's an emergency, but since her father isn't answering his phone, that's considered an emergency, right?

She huffs out a breath and leaves the apartment, running down the stairs and out the doors. The store is right around the corner. She knows exactly where it is and how to get back home. She doesn't care if she gets in trouble in case she runs into her father on the way.

She wants to make sure he's okay.

As Gabriella rounds the corner, she's hit with a flash of red and blue lights. She winces from the bright lights and shields her face with her arms, slowly walking up to a crowd that had formed. She weaves through the people, hearing their panic, and seeing police officers trying to keep them away from the scene before them.

She peers around the officers and gasps, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. For a moment, the world stills.

Laying on the ground in a pool of blood is Miguel O'Hara.

Her father.

The only person she knows.

He's laying on his stomach, eyes closed, groceries littered around him. A small drizzle of rain began to fall. The cold droplets of water snaps her out of her haze, bringing her back to reality.

Gabriella shakes her head slowly and weaves through the officers, going by unnoticed as she drags herself to his side. She drops to her knees in front of him, eyes peering over his frozen body. The sound of incessant chatter and sirens drown out and fade into silence.

The only thing she can hear are her shuddering breaths and pounding heart. Her small hands tremble as they reach out and gently shakes his shoulders. She's careful not to hurt him.

"D-Dad?" she whispered. "Dad. Wake up."

This is a nightmare, isn't it? One of those nightmares where he died and she woke up crying, screaming for him over and over again. He'll come running to her room to hold her, reassuring her that everything is okay. Promising her that he's okay and most importantly, that she's okay.

But she won't be, will she?

"Dad? You're okay," she said, shaking him harder. "J-Just wake up!"

He's pretending to be dead. Yeah, that's it. It's like those times when she accidentally kicks a soccer ball at him and he falls to the ground, pretending she killed him. When she pokes him with a stick, he'll grab her and tickle her, laughing as she laughs.

"Dad, come on, wake up!" she pleads. "Y-You have to sign the permission slips, remember? We're going to the amusement park, remember?" She continues to plead with him, shaking him harder. She's trying everything she can to wake him up. "A-And my soccer match is on Sunday. You can't miss it! You never miss it!"

No response.

Gabriella peers into his face, her bottom lip trembling. He looks like he's sleeping. Eyes closed, expression relaxed. He really could be sleeping. She attempts to pry one of his eyes open, except her fingers leaves bloody prints on his face. She retracts her hands with a heaving sob. She looks over her hands and sees they're coated in fresh blood.

His blood.

"N-No," she whispered, the situation dawning upon her in horror. She's been told to her what happens when a person dies. She asked Miguel what it meant to die, and where that person goes. He told her the person's soul goes to a better place. That their body is here, but their soul isn't. She told him she doesn't want him to die, and he promised her that he'll die when he's really old.

Looks like he lied.

Because he's dead now and not later like he promised.

Gabriella throws herself over his body, sobbing into his back. She pounds her fists against him, kicking her legs and screaming. As her body thrashes, her clothes begin to soak up his blood until it sticks to her skin.

"Dad! Dad, please, don't leave me!" she screeches, bundling his shirt into her hands. "Don't go! No! No!"

An officer attempts to pull her off and she screams bloody murder, kicking her legs wildly. The scream catches them off guard and they let go. She attaches herself back to her father's dead body, curling into a ball and sobbing.

Her heart is breaking into a million pieces. It hurts. She doesn't like it. Her chest feels like it's about to explode. Her head is pounding. She feels like she's going to throw up. And she just wants her father to hold her.

"Wake up!" she wails. "Wake up! Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup!"

Rain began to pour upon the earth. It beats against the ground and the people. The rain mixes into the blood and it flows into a sewer. She's drenched in rain and blood and tears. Gabriella is either shaking his body or thrashing around, screaming her pain into the air.

She peers up and notices a spilled bag of groceries. The bag had contained her favorite snacks and bottles of chocolate milk.

Exactly what she asked for.

She's gasping for air, choking on her sobs.

If...If she hadn't asked him to go to the store, this wouldn't have happened.

He didn't want to go to the store in the first place.

Miguel wanted to come home, but she insisted for snacks, and he was always willing to make her happy.

This is her fault...

...isn't it?

"Dad, I'm sorry!" Gabriella cried. "I'm sorry! I-I don't care about stupid snacks! I want you back! Dad! I want you back home!" She cries and cries, screaming her throat raw. She doesn't thrash her body around anymore. She lays against him, whispering, "I'm sorry."

She whispers those words over and over again as guilt ate away at her soul.

Because if she hadn't asked him, he would still be alive.

If she hadn't pleaded, he would still be alive.

If he hadn't gotten her favorite snacks like she wanted, he would stll be alive.

Gabriella will carry this guilt with her for the rest of her life.

She will always feel responsible for her father's death.

Always.