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ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ a familiar yet different face approaches you. a best friend of yours. he offers you and miguel to stay at his place. miguel isn’t fond of your friend.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ fluff, tiny angst, mention of past relationships, backstory, jealous!miguel

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“[y/n]?” a familiar voice calls to you.

you glance past miguel’s shoulder to see whoever is calling your name. a man with a surprise look on his face; a face you recognized but a little different.

“ethan?” your eyes flutter and mouth is slightly opened in surprise, stun by the familiar man. you can’t believe it’s him.

miguel turns around to see the guy that you are referring to.

he is wearing a dark green olive shirt with black pants and black vans. he is quite built; muscular figure. definitely goes to the gym frequently. dark brown almost black hair, brown eyes and heavily tanned skin. kinda similar to miguel. the only difference is that ethan isn’t abnormally tall but rather a fair height like 5’10. plus, a little facial hair.

“[y/n], it’s really you! you’re back!” he quickly walks up to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug.

you are startled by the hug but proceed to hug him back. you then pull out of the hug, ethan doing the same. “um yeah! just here on a business trip.” you have to lie, come up with a story. you softly chuckle and smile at him, trying to conceal your confusion.

miguel is pissed off, absolutely loathing the interaction. his eyes bleed red with rage and jealousy. he glares at ethan’s hands that are wrapped around your waist. he bites the inside of his cheek. jaw clenching, quietly swearing in spanish so neither of you would hear him. jealousy flows through his veins. he desperately wants to break ethan’s hands but has to contain himself.

“oh gotcha! you work at the big business corporation up north, right?” ethan asks.

“mhm!” you had to respond quickly, going along with the idea. you never worked for a corporations in your life, only cafés and your assistant job for miguel at HQ. but since you are in a different universe, you have to take the role of your alternate self.

you glance up at miguel, of course noticing his expression, then back at ethan. “oh! and this is—“

“miguel o’hara” miguel cuts you off.

“he’s my coworker”. you quickly add, fake chuckling at the end and looking back at ethan.

“hey man, nice to meet you. i’m ethan, [y/n]’s best friend.” he offers a small smile. a smile that miguel doesn’t returns but a simple nod.

best friend. miguel doesn’t like the idea of that. but this is a different universe. who knows if there’s an ethan in your universe or not — right?

wrong. there is an ethan in your universe. you have been best friends since high school, went to all school events and prom together. as friends of course. when college came around, you guys grew a little apart due to going to different schools but then rekindled your friendship after. you trust ethan with everything, he is the only person who understands you and vice versa. you both compliment each other so well; platonic soulmates more accurately.

however, this universe version of ethan is a little different. this ethan is more physically built, more enthusiastic. your ethan is very introverted, enjoys his own time and likes to keep to himself. unless he is with you then he is definitely more vulnerable and open. he’s still fit but not as muscular as this version of himself. also, doesn’t visit the gym as often due to work and other personal things.

you are astonished by this version of ethan. how crazy it is to meet a different version of your best friend who you deeply care about yet doesn’t know you aren’t from his universe. you are not his [y/n]. and who knows what this universe of yourself is like? now, that is a total mindfuck.

“so how long have you guys been here? or did you just get here? he asked.

you completely forgot that you and miguel are stuck in this universe. you have to improvise.

“oh we were supposed to leave today but our flight got canceled. so we’re basically stuck here.” you softly chuckle at the end of your sentence, glancing at the ground to hide the embarrassment.

“oh damn sorry about that. you guys have a place to stay?” ethan voiced his concern, mainly eyeing you.

you sigh, crossing your arms. “no, unfortunately.” still glancing at the ground to avoid eye contact.

“well, you guys can stay at my place.” ethan suggests.

you look back at ethan, arms still crossed but waved off with your right hand. “oh no, it’s okay!”

“no seriously, you guys should stay at my place. i don’t want y’all stranded out here.” he reassured you, gingerly placing a hand on your shoulder.

this ticks off miguel, urges him to act. he moves closer to you, standing right next to you. “no that’s alright, we’ll find a place.” he has his arms crossed as well, giving a slight stern look at ethan as if he’s insisting on finding a different place to stay. the last thing he wants to stay at ethan’s place with you, especially since you know each other.

“nah come on, i insist.” ethan turned his gaze back to you with a smile, still has his hand in your shoulder.

you are a little hesitant at first but then gave in. “okay.” you softly answer with a small smile in return.

miguel is heavily against it but has to follow along. it’s true, you guys don’t have a place to stay. since you are stuck there, no place to go, ethan’s place is the only option. an option that he despises.

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ethan lures you both back to his beige victorian-styled townhome. it’s beautiful, decorated with modern furniture. supposed he has taste, a trait that your ethan doesn’t have. definitely noted.

he takes you and miguel upstairs to the guest room. “you guys take the guess bedroom. also, there’s fresh towels in bathroom if you guys want to take a shower. other than that, i’ll leave you guys to it.” he offers a small smile before walking away.

and then there were two.

both of you stand in the doorway of the room, taking a few glances around the room in silence. a singular queen-size bed in the middle with a nightstand to the right. a light brown dresser across the bed. a matching desk and chair next to the bed in the left corner. just a simple room.

then finally, you step into the room breaking the silence. “welp, gotta crash here for a bit. it’s better than nothing.” that is your attempt to lighten up the mood. you turn to face miguel, placing your hands on your hips with a flat smile.

“just one night. we’ll be back at HQ by tomorrow.” he insists, or more so firmly believes because he doesn’t wanna stay here anymore than just for one night. you guys have to get back asap.

“your gizmo is completely fucked up. it’s not gonna work again. we’re just gonna have to wait until the others find us. there’s nothing else we could do.” you protest, crossing your arms.

“i’m gonna make it work.” he slightly growls, taking a quick glance at his broken gizmo.

“keep telling yourself that. anyways, go shower. you reek of dumbassery and rage.” you said sarcastically, turning around and walking towards the bed. you lie down facing up at the ceiling with your arms extended out.

miguel gives an annoyed yet offended expression. “i’m not—“ he sighs. “you go shower. i’ll wait” he walks over towards the bed, arms crossed.

“miguel, just go. i’ll go after. not gonna argue.” you protest, still looking at the ceiling refusing to make eye contact with him.

he just scoffs, rolling his eyes in annoyance. you’re stubborn, he knows that for sure. and he also knows he isn’t gonna win so he gives in and goes shower.

while miguel showers, ethan pops in the room.

“hey, wanted to give you some clothes.” he said as he enters the room.

you sit up on the bed, looking at him as he approaches. he is carrying a beautiful tiny white nightdress in his hands.

the nightdress catches your attention, causing you to lift off the bed and walk towards him. “oh wow. this nightgown is beautiful.” you stare in awe.

ethan softly chuckles, “yeah, it was meant for my ex but y’know—”

you get the idea that they broke up. poor guy.

“i remembered i had it and obviously wanted to give it to you. i assumed you wouldn’t wanna wear a random baggy shirt and shorts.” he chuckles.

“oh ethan, that’s so nice of you. thank you.” you smile at him as you take the nightdress from his grasp.

it’s indeed beautiful, laced sweetheart bra portion with a little bow in the middle of the chest area. the skirt part of the dress flows beautifully. you adore it.

“i promise i’ll give it back tomorrow morning.” you say with a smile.

“don’t. keep it.” he smiles once again.

“ethan — i can’t.” a sad look on your face. you feel terrible to keep his supposedly ex’s nightdress.

“please, [y/n]. it’s okay, don’t feel bad. i want you to have it.” he reassures you, gingerly placing a hand on your upper arm.

you glance at the dress for a second then return your gaze back at ethan with a soft little smile. “alright. i promise to take care of it.”

he just laughs then walks out of the room, leaving you by yourself while waiting for miguel to finish showering.

you lay the dress down on the bed to see its full length. part of you is admiring the dress but deep down you feel a bit guilty. how can you take a nightdress that belongs to a different version of your best friend’s ex? it feels completely wrong. you don’t know what to do or what you will do with it in the future. all you can do right now is wear it after taking a nice shower.

soon after, miguel returns from his shower entering the room. he is wearing the same clothes that he has been wearing all day. guessing the clothes ethan offered wouldn’t fit, so he opts for his own clothes.

“you can go in, now.” he says.

lifting off from the bed and grabbing the nightdress, you exit the room and head to the bathroom.

miguel noticed you carrying the white fabric but you left before he could comment about it.

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after a while, you finally get out of the shower and put on the little white nightdress. you let your hair down, allowing your dark brown locks to dry freely. you wore white fuzzy slippers that ethan loaned you.

as you exit the bathroom, you hear talking from downstairs. assuming it’s the boys, you head down there to find them eating pizza at the island.

ethan is on the side of island which the kitchen is behind him while miguel is seated across in one of the barstools ignoring most of ethan’s words.

ethan is in a middle of a sentence before he gazes at you by the stairs. “hey! there you are!“ he said happily, smiling at you.

miguel turns his head around to see you dressed in the little white nightdress. his mouth drops open, eyes widen. he is speechless; astounded. he believes he is staring at an angel. the white compliments your fair tan skin and beauty, your dark brown hair as a cherry on top. he is looking at the most beautiful woman ever. the woman he fell for; has feelings for. he swore he could feel his knees buckle despite literally sitting down. the man fell in love even more.

“oooo pizza? nice choice.” you walk towards them, completely oblivious to miguel’s reaction, reaching for a slice as you take a seat next to him.

he is concentrated on you, your features and the nightdress. he doesn’t say anything, only admiring the angel sitting next to him.

“hell yeah. i know how much you love pizza.” ethan jokes with a little smile.

you just laugh as you take a bite of your slice.

that is one confirmed fact about your alternative self: you both have big love for pizza.

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after two hours of talking and eating, mainly you and ethan talking while miguel is still mesmerized by you in silence, it’s time to head out.

once you all cleaned up, all three of you walked back upstairs. you first then miguel behind you which left ethan last in the group.

“welp, see you guys in the morning. get lots of sleep, i know y’all have been stressed and all over the place.” ethan stood in front of you, a soft smile forming on his lips.

“yeah. thank you, ethan. for everything. we appreciate it so much.” you said sweetly, smiling at him back as a kind gesture.

“no problem. if y’all need anything don’t hesitate asking. night.” he smiles one last time then walks down the hall to his room, shutting the door as he enters his room.

you enter the guest room walking towards the bed, assuming miguel is following.

since you don’t hear his footsteps as you reach your side of the bed, you turn around to see him standing at the doorway staring at the floor.

“what’s up?” you asked.

he’s silent for a moment then speaks. “you can take the bed, i’ll sleep on the floor.”

“what? why?” you asked again, in confusion.

“just take it. it’s fine.” he insists.

“o’hara come on. just get yo ass in here. it’s no big deal, totally fine.” you reassure him, crossing your arms waiting for him to do so.

he went silent again, still looking at the floor.

“so are you just gonna stand there like a dumbass or you gonna get in bed?” you sarcastically asked but more in a stern tone, glaring at him.

he doesn’t answer, only stands there finally making eye contact with you.

you sigh as you roll your eyes. “okay then. imma go to bed.” you start undoing the covers. you lie down on the bed pulling the covers over yourself, facing the window and shutting your eyes.

he just watches you, still standing there. finally, he slowly walks towards the bed and carefully crawls on top of it, not wanting to disturb you.

he lies on his back, looking up at the ceiling. he can’t comprehend the position — the reality he’s in right now. you are in the same bed as him. he can’t believe it. miguel had thoughts about this, not in a sexual way (although he did had a few fantasies) but in cuddly way. he yearns for warmth, your warmth specifically. to have someone beside him. to have warmth to comfort him at night especially when he has nightmares. he’s just in shock; in disbelief that the woman he loves is lying right next to him. bonus points for the nightdress.

after about 15 minutes, he finally fell asleep.

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teenidlegirl · 10 months

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ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ after a flop-sided mission, you and miguel are stuck in another universe with no method to contact HQ. you have to accept the reality and come up with a plan. however, you have to deal with a pissy miguel.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ angst, mostly fluff, sticky situations, swearing, spanish terms, pure goofiness

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welp. you are stuck in a different universe. and you’re stuck with miguel, your boss. that’s just great. turns out he broke his gizmo during a small mission on this earth. it’s a small mission that miguel thought about taking you since you’re always cooped up in HQ and wished to travel to other dimensions.

there is another problem: for some unknown reason, he can’t summon lyla. now that’s a cherry on top. miguel is pissed. you’re pissed at him for being pissed off. his big attitude isn’t helping.

with a fucked up gizmo and no lyla, there is no method to contact the spider squad back at HQ. although, it seems likely they will eventually find out about your disappearance. you know they will do anything in their abilities to search for you both.

from your perspective, you both are okay and safe. that’s all what matters. there are no attacks or threats. just simply stuck on an earth with no issues. well — who knows if there are threats that are unaware of. besides that, you and miguel just have to stick together and get through this sticky situation.

from miguel’s perspective, he is pissed off as hell. mainly pissed off at himself and his broken gizmo. he’s upset that you both are trapped on this earth but is more upset that he brought you along. his assistant. a non-spiderperson. the woman he deeply cares about (in secret obviously). he is so sorry and regretful about it. miguel heavily blames himself for bringing you into this mess. his mess.

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the two of you are in an abandoned alleyway, hidden from the public eye. junk scatted on the ground and graffiti illustrated on the walls.

you are in your work outfit (minus the cardigan), you were at work prior to the flop-sided mission. since you considered yourself a perfectionist, you were cautious of your outfit during the mission. the last thing you need is staining your clothes.

you are dealing with a pissed off miguel, who is constantly cursing in spanish and pacing around the area with an infuriating expression on his face. you have to manage with this grumpyass man alone.

“swearing isn’t gonna make it work again.” you tease but are telling the truth.

he rolls his eyes in annoyance, ignoring your comment while fiddling with his broken gizmo. the swearing continues but grows more aggressively.

you cross your arms and take a few steps towards him. “o’hara just stop. it’s broken for good. there’s no point of trying. we’re stuck here.” you say sternly.

miguel growls. “no we’re not. i’ll fix it and leave. end of conversation.” he glares at you for a second then looks back at his gizmo.

you are in disbelief; annoyed with his attitude. the amount of stubbornness he is projecting is really pissing you off. completely fed up with his bullshit.

you sigh then answer back. “fine. keep being in denial. you know i’m right.” you look off to the side avoiding eye contact, your arms still crossed.

miguel does know you are right. he just doesn’t want to admit it. he hates when he is proven wrong in arguments. it sabotages his ego for sure. now he is stuck here with you on some random ass earth with absolutely nothing. he despises this whole situation.

since you are gonna be stuck here for who knows how long, you need a head start. you need to blend in. you take a quick glance at him. “you need normal clothes. you don’t want people staring at you like a weirdo.” you gesture at his suit.

miguel arches a brow at you, confused by your words. “clothes? why do i need clothes? we’re not staying here.”

“uh yeah we are. we’re literally stuck here, probably for a while until the others find us. but for now, we just have to accept the fact and go with it. there’s nothing else we can do.” you protest.

he sighs in frustration and disbelief. he knows there is no other methods to get out of this mess. for once, he accepts the reality of situation. “what’s your plan, then?” miguel inquires, raises a brow at you.

“we find you some clothes first then check out the area, see what’s around here.” you suggest.

even though it’s not a full elaborate plan, miguel knows there is no other option. “alright. where are you planning to buy clothes from?”

“lemme see.” you turn around and walk towards the opening. you glance around the various shops and restaurants. you keep searching until you see a hollister that is four shops down from you.

you turn around and walk back to miguel. “there’s a hollister a few stores across. i’ll stop by and get your shenanigans from there.”

“fine with me.” he says but adds one more question. “wait — how are you gonna pay?”

you pull out your phone from your back pocket and show it to him like if you are flipping him off with a obvious expression on your face.

he glances at the phone then back at you, crossing his arms. “how? they probably only take card.”

“i have apple pay, pendejo.” you give him an unimpressed look.

miguel scoffs and rolls his eyes. “whatever.”

you roll your eyes in return then turned around starting to walk away. “anything specific or doesn’t matter?” you ask as you’re walking away.

“doesn’t matter.” he replies as he watched you walk.

“i’ll be back. 15 minutes tops.” you say, almost out of the alleyway.

“wait—“ he stops you. “can you look for a hat?”

you turn around and arch a brow at him, baffled by his request. “okie dokie.” you accept his request then leave heading towards the store.

miguel watches you leave until you are no longer in his sight. he thinks your ‘okie dokie’ is cute. a small smile forms on his lips as the thought. luckily for himself, no one is around to see it.

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while you are gone shopping for his clothes, miguel stays in the alleyway away from the public eye. he was about to say thank you but you left before he could say it. he very much appreciates you offering to buy clothes for him. he thinks it’s asking too much but you assure him that it’s fine. a little bit of guilt lingers, using your money for him.

he thinks of ways of returning the favor or at least make it up to you. of course he has some thoughts but they are based on his imagination and fantasies. it’s clear that he likes you, a lot. and of course he will never tell you, afraid of your reaction or more so in denial of his own feelings.

four months ago when you started your job as his assistant, he was fond of you the moment you two first made eye contact. it was uncertain what caused a spark in him. miguel didn’t believe in the ‘love at first sight’ motto. but the moment he first laid eyes on you, his heart fluttered. in the beginning, it was a simple work relationship. you bring and/or collect reports for him in his office. he would appreciate your input with a simple hum and call it a day.

as time passed, you two began chitchatting and share a few laughs. it seemed that you were comfortable enough to have a simple conversation with each other. miguel adored your conversations, found relief and comfort from the exhaustion of his role as boss. he mostly adores your sarcastic humor, one of your famous traits of yourself. there were occasional arguments, mainly miguel being stubborn and you always right. he started calling you spanish pet names and you despised them. it would get you railed up. he loved that, it encouraged him to do it every time you two get into an argument.

the more you two hung out or fought, the more he grew fonder of you. that is when miguel realized he started developing feelings for you. feelings that he hasn’t felt in a long time and is deeply afraid of.

retracing back to present, he has to make it up to you in return for buying him clothes. the idea will come to mind eventually. as for now, miguel just waits for your return.

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you enter hollister and start searching clothes for miguel. since he isn’t specific, you just decide to get basic clothing. you walk into the shirt aisle, glancing at the choices then picked a large basic black shirt. moving to the pants section, you don’t take miguel as a pants guy so you pick a pair of gray sweatpants. then you head towards the shoes area, noticed they sell vans. you choose the iconic black high top vans. then you remember him mentioning a hat, you pick a black cap. finally, you manage to get all items and purchase them at the register. thankfully, this universe does use apple pay. miguel owns you $55; expensive bastard.

after 15 minutes, just like you said, you exit out of the store and walk back to the alleyway. you find miguel standing behind a dumpster. he’s still visible, his abnormal figure doesn’t help him. you chuckle at the thought. once you reach him, you hand him the bag of clothes which he takes it from your grasp.

“you gotta change asap. you don’t want anyone looking at you weirdly in a latex suit.” you merely chuckle at the thought. “plus, you own me $55.”

he takes note of the payment. “where am i supposed to change then, tonta?” he asks sarcastically, clearly annoyed by your chuckling.

“just change right there.” you point to the side of the dumpster. “i’ll keep an eye out.”

miguel glances at the spot you pointed out then back to you with an unimpressed look. “are you serious? that’s the worst spot.”

“fine then. change right in the middle of alleyway so everyone can look.” you joke, placing your hands on your hips with a smirk on your lips.

he quietly growls then goes to the side of the dumpster to change.

you turn around to give him privacy. you glance around the area but also try to not look suspicious by randomly standing in front of a dumpster.

after a few minutes, you feel a large presence next to you. it’s obviously miguel. you turn around to look at him. you are a bit surprised. he is wearing the black shirt. it acts more like a compression shirt which outlines his muscles much more. also the gray sweatpants and the basic black vans. to be honest, it’s strange to see him dressed in causal clothing. not gonna lie, he looks fine. of course you keep that to yourself. but what catches your attention more is the black baseball cap he is wearing.

he notices your strange expression. miguel looks awkwardly confused at you, crossing his arms. “what?” he asks.

“never thought you would be a hat guy.” you confess as you start walking out of the alleyway.

he just scoffs and follows you.

once you both exit the alleyway, you turn right and walk down the sidewalk. miguel gently places a hand on your hip moving you towards the inside of the sidewalk so he can walk on the outside. as protection if case of cars or other potential dangers.

to be honest, you love it when guys do that. you find that attractive as hell.

“by the way, we need a plan. like a real one. who knows long how we’re gonna be stuck here.” you start insisting on one because there is no possibility of getting out of here anytime soon.

“plan? we don’t need a plan.” he argues.

“o’hara, seriously. we really need to come up with a one.” you protest. it is vital to start developing a plan on your stay here in this universe but miguel is being a total asshole about it like he refuses to.

“once this shit is fixed, we’ll be outta here. case closed.” he says while walking.

“we need to search for motels. we’re not gonna get back anytime soon. might as well find a place to stay so we don’t have to worry later on.” you insist.

“finding a motel won’t be necessary. i’ll fix my gizmo as soon as possible then we’ll be back at HQ before you even know it.” he is really insisting on fixing that damn watch, which is bothering you to the max. miguel has a firm belief he would fix it and get back like with no problem. he is one stubborn motherfucker. it pisses you off.

you stop walking and look at him, brows frowning. “would you just please listen for once? it’s the better option because there’s literally no other option.” you speak the truth. being stuck here with a fucked up gizmo that most definitely will not work again is bad. finding a motel to stay is the first priority.

“it’s not my fault you’re so stubborn.” he jokes as he stops as well, looking down at you with a smirk.

your eyes widen, mouth hung open a little in offense. you have the expression of ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ on your face. “god you’re infuriating, you know that?” your brows frown, extremely pissed off now that he called you the stubborn one.

miguel returns the same expression. just as he is about to speak again, a voice calls out your name.

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teenidlegirl · 10 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀❀ ˚◞ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 : 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ after your shower, you met up with miguel in the guest room. you both get into a heated argument which leads to special moment.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ smut, fem oral, tiny angst, arguments, swearing, praising, unprotected p in v (nah bro), softdom!miguel, sub!reader 【 mdni 】

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entering the room, you find miguel sitting on the edge of the bed facing down at the floor. he then looks up at you as you closed the door.

there you are, wearing that same beautiful little nightdress. his eyes widens and heart flutters every time he sees you wearing it. his beautiful little angel.

“you good?” you ask him as you walk over to the nightstand, placing your stuff down.

“mhm.” is all he said at first, his eyes following you in awe. “you doing okay?” he tenderly asked.

you look back at him, noticing he has been looking at you the entire time. not gonna lie, you are surprised by his question. “yeah, why?” you ask in confusion.

“just making sure.” he is referring to the fire from earlier, assuming he’s still shocked from it.

“i already told you many times, i’m fine.” you gesture at yourself, showing the obvious that you are perfectly okay. “stop worrying.” you softly chuckle.

just as you start undoing the sheets of the bed, miguel speaks again.

“i’m sorry.” he whispered, shifting his eyes down at the sheets to avoid eye contact.

you look at him, brows frowning in confusion. “what? why are you saying sorry?”

he pauses for moment, letting out a sigh before speaking again. “for dragging you here, tagging you along just to be stuck here.” a hint of guilt in his tone.

your heart cracks a little. “o’hara—miguel it’s okay. shit happens, no worries.” you reassure him, a little frown forming on your face.

he heavily sighs in frustration. “it’s my fault. if my stupid gizmo didn’t fuck up during the mission, we wouldn’t be in this position right now.”

now you have had enough. walking around the bed to his side, you stand in front of him. “miguel. stop blaming yourself, it’s not true. it’s okay.”

“no it’s not okay!” he immediately stands up, towering you. “i knew i shouldn’t have brought you here! it was a fucking terrible idea! i put you in danger and left you completely trapped in a different fucking universe!” miguel turns away, looking at the window. he can’t bare to look at you, the guilt consumes him to the core.

you grab his arm, attempting to make him look back at you. “just stop! stop blaming yourself! i knew the risk when i took this job! i was thrilled to go on a mission with you!” you let out a sigh. “look—we may be stuck here but it’s better than dying or being captured by some villain variants. we’re both perfectly okay and safe! that’s all what matters.”

he remains silent, still looking in the opposite direction, avoiding your eyes.

you sadly sigh, giving up on convincing him. just as you turned around to go back to your side of the bed, miguel grabs your arm and quickly pulls you to him, right against his chest.

his sudden actions earns a gasp from you. completely startled and confused, you slowly look up with fluttering eyes at the tall man, towering your smaller figure. his chest heaves, breathing deeply. miguel’s gaze traces your figure. one hand holds your hand that is placed on his chest and the other grips on your waist, tugging you closer.

his breath is hot and heavy, tightening his grip on your waist. more so gripping the white fabric of the nightdress. you are unsure of what to do or say, can’t even think properly. you just stare up at him with fluttering eyes, feeling completely flustered and nervous. you can’t even comprehend the position you are in right now. then very slowly, he leans in closer to you. or more accurately, bending down due to the height difference. now your faces are only cemeteries apart, lips almost touching.

oh you desperately want to kiss him, but you don’t want to rush the intimacy.

finally, miguel leans in completely and kisses you. it’s so gentle and passionate. oh how he dreamed of this moment for so long; now finally becoming a reality. you give into the kiss, gently kissing him back. this sends butterflies to his stomach. miguel slowly pulls an inch away to admire you for a moment, your eyes are still closed. he smiles then kisses you again, starting off gentle but adds a little pressure. you softy moan at the pressure, placing both hands on his broad chest.

this is full blown love.

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hearing your soft little moan from the kiss causes a spark in him. this triggers him to grab your thighs and pick you up effortlessly. a gasp escapes your lips. instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. your reaction earns a little chuckle from him.

he walks around the bed, carrying you in his arms. very slowly and carefully, miguel lays you down on the sheets; his hands caging you in. he takes a moment to admire your layout form beneath him. god he is so memorized by you, how you look underneath him wearing that beautiful nightdress.

he leans in and kisses you again, gentle like the first one. you reciprocate the kiss. he moves to your jaw then down to your neck, brushing kisses on it. you bring one hand to play with his hair and the other resting on his shoulder. your eyes are closed as miguel continues kissing your neck. your mouth slightly opened at the sensation.

now things are spicing up a bit. his neck kisses turns into gently sucking your flesh. you lightly gasp and arch your back a little at the motion. a satisfied grin forms on his face, staring at the mark on your neck. miguel slowly travels down your figure, leaving traces of kisses from your neck, your jaw, your collarbone then to your chest. he hovers over the white fabric, staring at your cleavage. miguel notice the little bow in the middle; how adorable, he thought. not wasting a second, he buries his face in between your breasts, planting a wet kiss in the middle as he cups them.

you arch your back again and moan, louder this time. you play with his dark brown locks as he passionately makes out with your covered breasts. he bites, kisses and gently squeezes them. you moan each time he does. after giving enough attention to them, miguel moves to your rib cage and stomach, tracing more kisses on the fabric. your breath hitches with every kiss he places on your body. he adores the way your body responds to him.

he reaches the lower part of your abdomen, continuing those playful kisses. he meets with the hem of your nightdress. miguel looks up at you, waiting for your consent. your eyes are still closed but you know what he is asking. you open them and glance down at him. you see the lust in his eyes. you simply give him a nod.

with your approval, miguel scrunch up the hem of the dress to your waist, revealing your white laced panties. his eyes bleed red, lust and hunger consuming him. his hungry eyes stares in awe of your now visible panties. you’re drenched; this makes him feral. he widens your legs to give him full access. god you want to clench your thighs so badly but don’t wanna be seem so easily desperate.

miguel gets on his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing your thighs and gently pulling you towards himself. with a satisfied grin on his face, he leans towards your core. he kisses your inner right thigh, earning a soft moan from you. he kisses the other then hovers right in front of your panties once again. using his claws, miguel slowly pulls the edge of your panties off your body. a gasp escapes your lips at the feeling of cold air hitting your now exposed pussy.

“joder…” he quietly curses at the sight of your wetness. oh now he’s completely feral.

your mind is literally all over the place, can’t even comprehend the fact that miguel is in between your legs. your chest heaves, breathing heavily.

miguel stares in awe for moment then dives into your pussy. you let out a loud moan, back arching. he sucks, licks and kisses you poor little hole as if he’s a starved man. he thinks you taste so sweet.

you reach down to grab his hair, playing with it while he eats you out. for a split second, you remember that you are in ethan’s house. instinctively, you cover your mouth with your hand to conceal your moans. oh god you are praying ethan won’t hear you. how embarrassing that would be.

as miguel continues making out with your pussy, a warm knot develops in your stomach. your breathing grows more intense and moans become pitcher. he knows what that means; you are developing your orgasm.

“mig—miguel—“ you’re cut off by your moans, your hand still covering your mouth.

“go on, amor.” he said sweetly then dives back in.

squirming under his tongue abuse and stomach tightening. you can’t take it anymore, it’s too much but feels so amazing. fuck it. you remove your hand from your mouth and moan as you orgasm. back arching for the millionth time.

he makes sure to eat all of your juices, purposefully overstimulating you. your thighs twitch, chest heaves and sweating a bit. miguel finally stops and moves away from your abused hole, wiping off your juices from his mouth. he looks at your fucked out expression. he adores it.

using one hand, he rips off his shirt by pulling it over his head so effortlessly. you take a few glances at his chest and abs. goddamn he is literally so fine. yeah you’re in trouble. he undos his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers. crawling back on the bed over your body, he push the sheets from under you and pulls them over the you both. then, he finally removes his boxers, tossing them to the side, and cages you in with his large arms.

you gasp as his length hits your entrance. shivers sent down your spine. miguel is freakishly tall, it’s a fact that his length would be big. then, he carefully slips the tip into your hole. a gasp escapes your lips. there is no way it would fit. the size difference between you two makes it impossible.

“it—it won’t fit.” you protest breathlessly.

“i’ll make it fit, amor.” his tender voice sent shivers down your spine.

slowly, very carefully, he slides in your walls which makes you squeal in pain. you quickly grab his arm as support while squealing.

“it’s okay, amor. i got you, you can do it.” he coos, placing a kiss on your forehead as comfort.

you try your best adjusting to his size. the pain and pleasure of him stretching your walls is consuming you whole. your grip on his arm tightens as he continues sliding in your walls. god it feels like he’s ripping you in half. finally, and shockingly, he manage to fit all of his length inside you. tears form in your eyes and slowly trail down your face.

miguel gingerly wipes your tears away from your cheek and kisses you passionately. “see, nena? you did it.” he praises you so sweetly.

you still can’t believe he managed to fit all of his length inside you. another mindfuck added to the list.

“are you okay, amor?” he voices his concern. miguel knows that his length stretched you out like crazy. the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

you nod, eyes still closed and breathing heavily, just waiting for him to start.

“need words, hermosa.” he wants your verbal confirmation.

“y—yes.” you answer breathlessly.

he smiles at your response then rolls his hips, a slow deep thrust into you.

you arch your back and moan. “oh miguel—“

“i’m here, amor.” he coos.

he starts doing slow deep thrusts into you. moans and whimpers escape your lips at each thrust. lust and pride bleed red in his eyes, adoring every sound and movement you make because of him.

miguel kisses you again to capture your sounds, swallowing them. then, he shifts to the side and buries his face in your neck as he continues slowly thrusting into you.

“you’re taking me so well, amor.” he whisper praises in your ear, smiling.

you just continue moaning his name and whimper. god he feels so good.

he lifts up his face from your neck to look at you. “hermosa.” he watches your flustered expression, your eyes still closed. “look at me.” he pleads, desperately wants to see your beautiful eyes.

you don’t want to, felt embarrassed by your flustered and tight face but his whimpering plead makes you obey him. opening your eyes at a slow pace, you see his lustful eyes staring into your fucked out ones. miguel adores it. his beautiful little angel.

now his thrusts are pacing just by a little, still gentle but more deeper. god they feel so good. miguel is hitting you right on the spot.

grabbing your left hand, miguel locks his hand with yours and press them against the sheets near your head. his grip tightens with each thrust.

your moans are a mixture of whimpers and gasps. you let out a breathless one as he does a big deep thrust into you. “ah!—miguel.” arching your back into him to a crazy degree.

miguel loves your pretty sounds. they are like music to his ears. “you sound so pretty, nena.” he leans in and kisses you to capture your sounds once again.

unlocking your hand from his grip, you wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him. he wraps his hands around your waist as you both make sweet love throughout the night.

a night to remember.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀❛ 𝓐𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃. ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ❀ ˚◞ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 : 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ after a very special night, you and miguel decide to spend the day in town. just a little outdoor adventure as a cute couple.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ pure fluff, swearing, spanish terms, awkward moments, cute couple moments

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sunlight shimmers through the curtains, lighting up the room. it’s the next morning. you slowly open your eyes, facing the wall and window. it’s a peaceful morning. birds chirping and cars driving by. then, you feel something wrapped around your waist; a large arm. miguel has you close to him, his arm wrapped around you having your back against his chest. he is warm, so warm. it’s comforting, so soothing. you melt like honey into his hold.

you can’t recall when you fell asleep. the only thing you remember is you and miguel being together. flashbacks of last night run through your mind. it was truly a night to remember. now, you are happily comfortable in the arms of your man.

after some time, you believe it’s time to get up. you never know if ethan would knock again. however, there is one problem. miguel’s large arm is draped over you and you can barely move. you don’t want to wake him up so you have to act stealthy. very carefully, you start wiggling your way out of his hold without making too much movement. surprisingly, you managed to get out of his grasp. slowly lifting off the bed, you silently walk around heading towards the door. just before you could reach the doorknob, a low grouchy voice calls out.

‘oh shit.’ you thought. yeah, you are goner.

“you really thought you would leave me here alone?” miguel asked.

god his sleeply voice does something to you.

you stop in your tracks, slightly turning your head to the side. “i just wanna go get a snack from the kitchen.” that is a very lame ass excuse but you are really hungry.

“doesn’t sound convincing.” he jokes.

you roll your eyes then continue your way to the door. just as you grabbed the knob, you feel something wrapped around your waist.

‘oh fu—‘ your thought is cut off suddenly.

miguel uses his web to pull you back into the bed, catching you then rolling on top of you.

“pinche puto.” you whisper.

now all of his weight is on top of you. “that’s better.”

you struggle under his weight, trying to get out or at least move but he presses all of his weight on you to make sure you stay put.

“miguel — get off.” you try shoving and pushing him off but of course it ain’t working. “i have to go. i’m hungry.” you whine.

“just wait a few more minutes then you can go.” he insists, secretly enjoying this teasing moment.

you sigh, fully giving in to his demands. you just lie there underneath him. you know he is enjoying this, like a big baby. you laugh at the thought.

this catches his attention. “what are you laughing about?”

“you’re such a baby.” you giggle.

he lifts his face up to meet your eyes, a confused yet offended look on his face. “what—i’m not—“ he sighs in disbelief. “i’m not a baby.”

you laugh more at his denial. “yes, you are! you always want me with you all the time. like if i leave, you would start crying like a baby.”

miguel looks at you with an unimpressed, annoyed expression. he just scoffs.

you continue laughing because you know you are right, even harder because he denies it. but in the end, you love his stubbornness.

he just watches you enjoy yourself, teasing him. then, he takes the chance of shutting you up by kissing you so suddenly that it surprises you.

“mig—“ you tried to talk but he keeps kissing you so you wouldn’t speak.

you can’t deny, you adore his kisses. you adore the man as a whole.

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you both get out of bed and head downstairs to the kitchen. ethan is already there cooking omelettes and bacon. suppose he has some time before heading to work.

he hears you both walk in and turns around with two bowls in his hands. “hey. morning, guys. i made y’all breakfast if you don’t mind.”

“not at all. thanks, ethan.” you said sweetly as you walk up to counter, taking a seat on the barstool. miguel sits next to you.

ethan slides over the bowls to you both with a smile. “so did you guys sleep good?” he asked.

at that moment, your eyes widen in shock, staring at your omelette. that question didn’t register properly in your head. oh god did ethan hear you guys last night? all negative and awkward thoughts ran across your mind. “yeah we did.” you answer nervously but try hiding it with a small smile.

“good. i did too. i was dead asleep. slept through everything.” ethan chuckles at the end.

a feeling of relief washes through you and miguel. it would’ve been so awkward if ethan wasn’t.

“welp i gotta head out now. i’ll see you guys later.” ethan starts walking towards the door, grabbing his backpack and leaves the house.

once ethan is gone, you both heavily sigh in relief.

“that was close.” miguel jokes, a grin on his face.

you chuckle. “yeah. way too close.”

the both of you laugh it off as you eat your omelette. you spend the rest of morning talking and eating.

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after spending a few hours at the house, watching tv and playing games on the xbox, you decide to go out again but with miguel this time. you don’t wanna be cooped in the house any longer, going outside in the fresh air seems like a good idea.

after showering, you change into the tan crop top that you bought yesterday with denim shorts and your classic white vans. miguel keeps wearing the same black shirt and gray sweatpants since you bought them from the first day here. you believe it’s time to buy him different clothes so he doesn’t have to keep rewearing the same old clothes.

once you got ready, you both leave the house and head into town. you and miguel hold hands as you walk down the sidewalk, passing shops and restaurants. a cute couple.

you visit an H&M to buy miguel new clothes like you planned. wondering around the men section, you both look around to see if there is anything miguel likes or wants.

you gesture at the folded shirts displayed in front of you both. “any that you like?”

miguel glances at the choices then picks up a basic dark gray shirt. “this will do.”

after picking the shirt, you both walk over to the bottoms section. tons of pants, sweatpants, and shorts. you wonder what he will choose this time.

he decides to pick a pair of black jeans.

you’re a bit surprised by his choice, remembering that you didn’t take him as a pants guy.

“what?” he chuckles at your surprised expression.

you shake your head. “nothing.” a little smile on your lips, trying to brush away your silly thought.

miguel arches a brow but excuses your reaction, knowing that you’re just being funny. it reminds him of your reaction to his hat from the first day here.

once you picked out the clothes and purchased them, you encourage him to change into the new outfit. he obeys and heads to the restroom to change. after a few minutes, he returns wearing the new clothes. damn he looks good. with every shirt, it acts like a compression shirt and heavily outlines his muscles. that is your favorite part.

you both exit the store and continue your little adventure in town.

you and miguel have dinner at a nearby mexican restaurant. you both are craving mexican food, the mexican genes kicking in. you order flautas with jamaica (a famous mexican drink) and miguel gets his famous empanadas with horchata. the food is delicious, definitely has the mexican touch. your family would like this restaurant for sure.

once you both finished your dinner, you ask for chocolate flan as dessert. you are a sucker for flan and will definitely not leave the restaurant without ordering one.

the waiter brings the flan and leaves, saying to enjoy. you and miguel take a bite of it at the same time. as you take a bite of the flan, your eyes widen in astonishment.

“holy shit—this is amazing.” you blurt out, covering your mouth as you chew the delicious chocolate flan.

miguel chuckles at your amusement. “yeah. definitely one of the best flans i have ever eaten.”

you nod in agreement. “oh yeah for sure. definitely taking this with me.” you point at the dessert as you take another bite of it.

he just laughs at your demand.

after eating and chitchatting, you head over to jamba juice for dessert because you’re craving it. miguel has never had jamba before. you encourage him to try. you order your favorite, orange dream machine. miguel chooses to get caribbean passion, it has mango, strawberry and peaches.

once you got your smoothies, you watch miguel as he takes a sip of his smoothie.

“well… what do you think?” you asked playfully.

his eyes glow up from the taste, that’s a sign he enjoyed it. “refreshing.”

you giggle at his response then take a sip of yours.

you and miguel leave the jamba juice and continue wondering around the town, holding hands. you walk passed by a man walking his dog, a golden doodle.

you squeal in excitement at the dog. “oh my god it’s so adorable!”

miguel softly chuckles at your reaction.

you are a dog person since you were little girl, always wanted to own one. miguel finds your enthusiasm and attachment to the dog adorable.

now it’s getting a bit late. you and miguel head back to ethan’s house. once you arrive, you two decide to watch tv for the rest of the evening. ethan texted you that work is holding him back so he will be home late tonight. that leaves you and miguel alone for a while.

you are watching “oblivion” a sci-fi movie which stars tom cruise. it’s one of your favorite films of him. miguel considers tom cruise as one of his favorite actors. you two are cuddling on the couch. your head resting on his chest with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, miguel resting his head on top of yours. a cute cuddling moment.

not long after, you slowly fall asleep in his arms. miguel feels your body sinking into his. he tightens his hold on you as comfort.

while you’re asleep, miguel thinks to himself. he recaps these past days. he was so afraid of being trapped here with you with a broken gizmo and no contact to HQ. so guilty for bringing you into his mess. but spending time with you, not at work, not as boss and assistant but as two simple people, makes him feel comfortable and vulnerable. your presence brings some comfort and sensibility to him. spending each day with you here makes him fall for you more than he already does. now that you two are together, he feels happy for once. it’s been a long time since he felt love, now he has a second chance.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀❀ ˚◞ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 : 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ you go out to buy some new clothes. while on your shopping spree, screams and panic floods the streets.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slight violence, fires, explosions, protective!miguel

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you are out and about shopping at several stores, most of them you didn’t buy clothes just looking. plus, you didn’t want to spend much money. but eventually you did buy a few new clothes: a beige knit dress, a black lace top and white jeans, and a tan tank top with denim shorts. you know you have taste.

after your purchases, you decide to change into the knit dress at a local store’s restroom. it felt refreshing wearing new clothes after having to rewear your work clothes. you exit the restroom, then the store and walk back into the sea of people walking up and down the sidewalk.

walking down the sidewalk, wearing your new knit dress and kept your classic white vans. they are your favorite pair; they go with everything. your hair is up in a messy bun with two little streams of hair hanging down your face and wearing your favorite black cateye sunglasses. you feel good and refreshed.

miguel is cooped up in the house, constantly thinking about you and your safety. he knows that you are capable of taking care of yourself. it’s just the protectiveness of you that consumes him.

there isn’t much to do around the house, ethan doesn’t have anything other than the tv. he does have an xbox but miguel isn’t into gaming. he just wonders around the house at times but mostly spends his time on the couch watching tv trying to make himself comfortable. you’re still on his mind.

he’s constantly changing the channels until he comes across the news channel with breaking news.

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as you continue wondering, passing all kinds of shops and restaurants, you hear faint screams from a distance. suddenly, people start running in the opposite direction from whatever is going on. you are a bit startled by the sudden change of events. before you could ask someone what is going on, a small explosion erupts at a business building down the street which turns into a massive fire.

you gasp at the impact of the explosion. luckily, since you’re a bit far away, it doesn’t knock you down but makes you tremble on your feet. anxiety rushes through your veins, breathing heavily as people run past you from the burning building. this causes the urge to run from the scene, following along the chaotic sea of people to safety. you continue running until you were much farther away from the building. police, firefighters, and ambulances flew into the scene and filled the streets.

you, along with many others, are terrified of the massive fire. you stand off to the side to avoid the large crowd of chaos, recomposing yourself. your breathing slows down, as well as your anxiety now that you’re safe from the chaos. you check yourself for any injuries but you’re perfectly fine. your new dress isn’t ruined. what a relief, you thought jokingly.

as you watch the firefighters attempting to put out the fire and saving people, you hear someone yelling your name. you turn your head in the direction where your name is being called from.

it’s miguel. he’s sprinting towards you, has the biggest concern look on his face.

“[Y/N]! are you okay?! are you hurt?!” he stops in front of you. his eyes filled with worry and fear. his chest rises up and down so quickly. he immediately starts checking for any injuries. his hands went all over you searching for possible injuries or scratches.

you stop his hands by grabbing and pulling them away. “i’m fine, i’m fine. i’m okay. i was far away from the explosion.” you reassure him with a soft smile.

he looks at you with that same worried expression, not comprehending your words at first. his mind is too busy with ugly thoughts and possibilities.

when he saw the fire on the news, miguel knew that you were close by. he started panicking, anxiety off the charts. he literally rushed out of the house to find you immediately. he was scared to death, so deeply afraid to lose you.

you place your right hand on his arm as a sign that you’re okay and to calm him down.

he snaps out of those ugly thoughts at the touch of your hand on his arm. he then finally pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping his large arms around you and holding onto you like his life depends on it.

you wrap your arms around his back and hug him back, resting your head against his broad chest.

your embrace last for a few minutes. miguel hugs you tightly, not wanting to let go. you just let him, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms. his anxiety is still high. but hearing your breathing and heartbeat, he began matching yours. now he is starting to feel better.

once you noticed he calmed down, you slowly pull out of the hug and look up at him. “we should start heading back to ethan’s.”

he just looks down at you, doesn’t respond but simply nods. he notice the bags that you’re still carrying in your hand. he takes it from your grasp as sign that he would carry them for you so you don’t have to. you just allow him to do so. the two of you start walking back to ethan’s house.

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it’s been a few hours since the fire happened, still making headlines all over the news and media. you and miguel are back at the house. he basically followed you around the house like a lost puppy the entire time, which you find it adorable.

eventually, ethan arrives home from work. he knows about the fire. as he enters the house, finding you and miguel on the couch watching tv, he set his belongings down and walks up to both of you. “you guys know about the fire that happened in town?”

you look up at him. “yeah! it was horrible. it just happened so fast but they said there weren’t many casualties, thank god.”

“yeah that’s a relief. i’m glad those people are okay.” he sits down on the couch next to you.

“she was there when it happened.” miguel blurts out.

you whip your head around to look at him with a ‘seriously’ expression on your face. he is still watching the tv, ignoring your reaction.

ethan is shocked. “what?! are you okay, [y/n]?!”

you turn your head back to ethan, about to answer but miguel beats you to it.

“clearly she is, isn’t she?” he said, sarcasm at its peak.

you roll your eyes at his response then look back at ethan. “yeah i’m fine. i was far away from the explosion, so no worries.” you softly smile at him.

ethan’s face relaxes, returning a smile and gently places his hand on top of yours as comfort.

miguel can see it from the corner of his eye. his body boils with rage and jealousy. he shifts his eyes to the exact sight of the hand-holding. he desperately wants to break ethan’s hand at that moment.

you quickly glance down at ethan’s hand resting on top of yours then back at the tv. you guys are watching the netflix series “lucifer”. it’s one of your favorite shows and you love tom ellis.

ethan breaks the silence. “you guys hungry? i can order take out again. anything you want.”

you glance over at miguel, wondering what he wants.

“whatever [y/n] wants, i’m fine with.” is all he said, still watching the tv.

now it’s up to you. just great. you thought about possible choices, something that you can all enjoy. it takes you a few minutes before you come down to a final decision.

“you got a kebab shop around here?” you ask ethan.

he just smirks at you, visibly happy with your decision. “yeah! you just want the fam pack?”

“mhm!” you nod.

ethan gets up from the couch with enthusiasm and went upstairs to go order the food on his laptop.

miguel scoffs at ethan’s enthusiasm, he grows more and more annoyed with him. especially when he is being close with you.

you turn back glancing at miguel, who’s clearly annoyed with ethan. “cut him some slack. he’s being generous to us, which is something you lack at.”

he rolls his eyes, avoiding to meet your eyes. “very funny.” he said sarcastically.

you just laugh at him.

he slightly smiles from your laughter. he loves it.

after ethan placed the order and waited 30 minutes, the food arrives and you went to get it from the delivery guy. you smiled, thanking him and closed the door. miguel takes the bag of food from your hand and walks over to the counter. you follow him, ethan is already in the kitchen grabbing plates and forks for all of you.

an hour passes, all three of you talking and enjoying the food. you love the kebab shop, it’s one of your favorite restaurants. their food always amazes you, their rice is 100% top tier.

you offer to clean up but both boys insists either of them would do it instead. miguel wants to so you don’t have to do anything. ethan wants to help you with it. eventually, it ends with miguel taking the job, leaving you and ethan talking until he’s finished.

ethan lifts off from his stool, covering his mouth as he quietly yawns. “welp imma head out. see ya in the morning.”

you just wave at him as he leaves the room and heads upstairs to his room.

lifting off from your stool, you start heading towards the stairs, walking up and head to the guess room. you assume miguel is following, he does but ends up heading to the bathroom instead to shower.

like the night before, he goes first then you. once he’s out, you went in and showered.

drying yourself off, you put on the same little white nightdress again. you washed it earlier, it smells nice. brushing your hair out, doing your usual night routine with whatever you had.

once you finished, you exit the bathroom and head straight to the guess room to met up with miguel.

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ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ you wake up the next morning, you and miguel share a moment. while ethan is gone, you two spend time together in his home.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ pure fluff, tiny angst, spanish terms, softie!miguel, protective!miguel

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it’s the next morning, the sunshine shimmers through the beige curtains. car driving by and birds chirping. you slowly start opening your eyes, blinking a few times adjusting to the sunlight. your eyes finally are open, taking small glances around, remembering that you are still stuck in a different universe. oh well — it’s the reality.

you slowly lift yourself up and leaning against the headboard. you glance down to your right at the large shirtless man that’s still asleep. since he is shirtless, his back muscles are exposed. you want to trace them with you fingers so badly but have to resist the temptation. he is on his stomach, arms hugging the pillow with half of his face buried in it, facing the opposite direction. for some strange reason you find it cute, watching miguel sleep like a big baby. a little smile forms on your lips as you watch him sleep.

ever since you started working for him as his assistant and developed an interesting work relationship over time, you start questioning your feelings towards him. most of the time it’s just working together, getting things done. but there are moments when it’s little more than just work: silly arguments at times, getting a bit too close to each other, the occasional pet names that miguel calls you, and basically the strange behavior changes in miguel whenever you’re around. you were oblivious or just didn’t think as much of it, but with this whole “sticky situation” opened your eyes more about the relationship between you and miguel.

do you find him attractive? hell yeah, the man is handsome. definitely your type. do you like him as your boss/coworker? yeah sure, except when he’s stubborn. do you think about him other than that? sometimes but it’s just delusions, can’t risk it. he’s your boss, you’re his assistant. nothing more, right?

slowly and discreetly, you start making your way off the bed without waking up miguel. pulling off the sheets, you sat at the edge to put on your fuzzy white slippers. you then lift off from the bed, grabbing your bag from the nightstand that has your clothes from yesterday. once you gathered your belongings, you head for the door. just before you could reach the doorknob, a low heavy voice calls out to you which sends shivers down your spine.

“you’re up, already?” he asks, half asleep.

you turn around. “well yeah, gotta get a move on.”

“why? what’s the rush?” he inquires, muffling into the pillow.

you quietly sigh. “i just wanna start the day. you can still be in bed. imma go get ready.” you turn back and reach for doorknob slowly turning it.

“you can just stay for a bit.” he says in a low soft tone, trying to seduce you in a way.

you wip your head around, looking at him with a puzzled look. “jeez what’s up with you? sleepy drunk much?” you joked, chuckling a little.

he doesn’t answer or asks more questions, stays quiet. he knows what he’s doing. all he wants is for you to stay, either next to him on the bed or just simply in the room.

you sigh more time before walking back towards the bed, looking at the huge sleepy ass man. you view him as a baby, like he would cry if you leave. you want to laugh at the thought but don’t want to attract miguel’s attention.

now he feels a bit guilty. he doesn’t want to force you to stay, it’s simply playful but obviously he means it. he just wants to see you in that pretty little white nightdress a little longer; the dress that makes you appear like an angel. miguel doesn’t mind if you leave, he would just pout in silence.

complying, you walk around the bed back to your side, placing down your clothes on the nightstand and lie back down on the bed. your back rests on the sheets, looking up at the ceiling with your arms crossed and your knees angled up.

miguel actually didn’t believe you would give in and lie back down with him but is happy that you did. a little smile forms on his lips.

silence fills the room, neither of you saying a word to each other. just silently enjoying each other’s company.

finally, you break the silence. “how long do you think we’re gonna be stuck here?”

“i don’t know, honestly.” he sighs deeply, wishing he had an answer. he would go his way to fix his gizmo but that wouldn’t be the solution. he doesn’t have lyla to help out. waiting for the others to locate them is the only solution.

you stay quiet for a moment then spoke again. “what if the others never find us?”

that catches his attention, turning his whole body around facing you with a concerned look. “why do you say that? they’re gonna find us.” he firmly says.

you sadly sigh. “i don’t know. it just feels we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.” you confess. ever since the moment you were trapped in this universe, you’ve had this awful feeling you both are gonna be stuck here for a while, unsure for how long.

miguel rests on his side looking down at you, secretly admiring your appearance. “they’re gonna find us. we’ll get back home. i promise you.” he said in a serious tone. he doesn’t want you to worry. in fact, it bothers him to see you in distress. he just wants to take it away, make you feel better.

maybe if you let him?

you keep staring up at the ceiling, then slightly turn your head looking at him. you can detect the seriousness in his eyes but softness too. you never really noticed how pretty his brown eyes are.

you just simply nod with a small smile.

you never realized how close the two of you are right now. practically a few inches apart, almost feeling each other’s breathes. miguel is going feral by how close you are to him, just like how he always fantasized. he quickly glances at your lips, oh he has the biggest desire to kiss you right now. you just stay there looking up at him, mesmerized by his eyes. then, he slowly leans closer towards your face until a knock on the door is heard. it’s ethan.

‘damn it.’ miguel thought, completely pissed off at the interruption. he backed away from you.

“hey guys. wasn’t sure if you were awake or not. wanted to let you know that i gotta head to work. the place is free for you guys to do whatever. i’ll see y’all later.” he said through the door before walking away.

this causes you to lift off from the bed and resume to your plan of changing. grabbing your clothes from the nightstand, you walk around the bed, heading towards the door and exit the room.

miguel is pissed off at ethan for interrupting your special moment. he wanted to go out and punch him in the face. jealous at its peak—for real. now he is upset that you left, the warmth of the room vanished.

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after you changed, you walk back to the guess room to find miguel changed into his suit.

“why are you wearing your suit? it’s not like we’re leaving.” you say in a joking manner as you walk over to the nightstand to place down your bag. “what if ethan’s sees it?”

“he left. we’re leaving today, no questions about it.”he is fiddling with his gizmo, trying to fix it.

“you know that ain’t happening.” you gesture at the broken gizmo. “you keep telling yourself that but it’s not true. we’re stuck here, miguel. you have to accept the fact and wait for the squad to find us.”

“no i can’t just wait!” he shouts, his back to you, avoiding eye contact. “the multiverse is in chaos without my guard! everything is going to fall apart if we don’t get back soon! there’s no more time for waiting!” his eyes bleed red, breathing heavily due to frustration.

you take a few steps towards him but maintain some distance between you two. “look, i understand you’re worried but right now all we can do is stay here until things get better. i know you hate it but it’s the reality of the situation. i bet the others are doing everything in their power to search for us and maintaining the multiverse in your absence. it’s gonna be okay.”

he is silent after listening to you, unsure whether to respond or not. he chooses not to, doesn’t want to worsen the situation. you’re right, he knows the others are trying their best to find you both. he knows at least jess would be capable of maintaining the multiverse in his absence. the part he hates the most is tagging you along on this situation, leaving you stuck in another universe. he blames himself. he knew he shouldn’t have brought you along; his assistant, a non-spiderperson. guilt consumes him completely. all of the negative voices whispering in his head; negative thoughts taking a toll on him. but hearing your words makes them fade away.

since he doesn’t answer, you speak again. “imma go downstairs and try to make something to eat. just don’t do anything stupid.” a little sarcasm at the end. you leave the room and head downstairs to the kitchen, leaving miguel by himself in the room.

he remains in the room for a few minutes before heading down to where you are.

he finds you cooking something while listening to music with your airpods. you don’t hear him in walk obviously, too focus on cooking and enjoying your music. you are listening to “the silence” by bastille, your favorite song by them. you are cooking huevos con weenies, a classic mexican breakfast dish.

miguel finds it adorable that you listen to music while cooking or doing anything. he knows your massive love for music, you can’t do anything without it. that is one of his favorite traits about you.

you do little dance movements. you can’t deny the songs can make you bust a move. it’s just so catchy and danceable. you are humming along. you can sing, that’s your talent but right now you don’t want anyone to hear you. you get shy easily. as you finish up cooking, you pour the eggs in two separate bowls.

you turn around to meet miguel, who’s sitting on one of the bar stools watching you. he is wearing his normal clothes from yesterday. followed your advice.

you turn down your volume on your phone, it’s on high volume as usual. “oh you actually listened to my advice.” a hint of sarcasm. you grab the bowl that is meant for him and slide it over to him. “made the most iconic and basic dish of all time.” you let out soft chuckle.

his eyes lands on the meal then back to you with a brief smile. “still the best.”

you simply smile, grabbing your bowl and start eating. bomb as always. your mom taught you good.

you stay standing on the kitchen side of the island as you continued eating your food. miguel wanted you to sit next to him but doesn’t say anything. the two of you just enjoy your breakfast.

for the first time in years, miguel felt actual peace.

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after a bit of chitchatting and some laughter, you start cleaning up. miguel offers to help but you insist that it’s not necessary. he helps anyways and this time you let him—for once. you don’t want ethan to come home with used dishes in the sink, as a courtesy for allowing you to stay at his home.

you both finish cleaning up the kitchen, putting the dishes back in the cabinets and utensils in the drawers.

“i think imma head out, go buy some new clothes. don’t wanna keep wearing this shit again.” you let out a soft chuckle as you walk towards the stairs. “you can stay here. i won’t be gone for long.”

“i’ll go with you.” he is firm with his words. he doesn’t want you wondering by yourself out there. what if something happens? what if you get hurt? that proves how protective miguel is of you.

“i said stay, it’s no biggie. unless you need something too, which i highly doubt.” being your sarcastic self as usual, walking up the steps and heading back to the guess room.

“i’m going with you. i made it very clear which you fail to listen to.” he follows you, stops at the doorway with his arms crossed as he watches you.

you grab your tote bag from the desk, placing over your right shoulder and walking back to the door upon seeing miguel blocking your path.

“o’hara, not in the mood. just please move.” you shoot him a stern yet annoyed look.

he just stands there looking down at you, still has his arm crossed. he is secretly enjoying this, the way you feel intimidated by him, mainly due to his abnormal height and broad figure. he adores the height difference, adores how small you are compared to him. it’s true, you’re literally 5’1 and he’s 6’9. of course he is fucking gigantic compared to you. in conclusion, miguel has a size kink.

you groan loudly in annoyance. “chingado miguel!move or imma throw my pocket knife at you.” a simple threat but you start insisting on doing it.

miguel also loves when you say his name, it’s addicting like a drug. you often refer to him by his last name or “boss”. he definitely wants to hear his name from your lips more often.

“go ahead, chiquita.” a little smirk forms on his lips, obviously teasing you.

that pet name again. you hate it. well—you hate it when he calls you that when teasing. you know that he knows it pisses you off. now, you are really considering on throwing your pocket knife at him.

you just heavily glare at him, refusing to speak so he can give up. it isn’t a smart idea to try walk past him. size difference, remember?

after a few seconds, he gives up, sighing in defeat as he moves to the side allowing you to walk pass him. you bolted out of the room and head towards the stairs. “don’t even try following me, not worth it.” you stated as you rushed down the steps.

he doesn’t respond but follows you, then stops at the end of steps. he watches as you reach for the door, opening it and turn back looking at him.

“i’ll be back real quick, promise.” you say softly, giving a small smile as reassurance before heading out the door and closing it.

now he’s all alone. once again, the warmth in the room disappeared once you left.

miguel really insisted on going with you, keep an eye on you and protect you from potential threats. but also as company, he adores your presence. it’s already obvious he likes you, ever since he met you. as time went on, working together, he grew closer to you that he developed feelings for you. of course he is scared as hell to admit it or tell you his feelings. it’s been a long time since he has felt love. now that he’s experiencing it again, after a long time of never believing he would again, he has to make sure to not fuck it up or let it slide.

ᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁. 𝓣𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˖ ࣪ ༘ @deputy-videogamer @saturnknows @sukioyakio

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