#Miguel ohara story

[yeollie-plz]

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Miguel O’Hara x F! Reader

Synopsis: You babysit Mayday, it puts thoughts into Miguel’s head.

Genre: smut!

Warnings: smut, 18+, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pregnancy kink, p in v sex, kissing, biting, fingering, choking, spanking, daddy kink slipped in there at the end

Gif credits to owners!

Miguel was expecting to come home to his beautiful wife, eat some food, maybe make love to her, and bask in each other’s warmth until they fell asleep. What he sure didn’t expect was to come home to said wife babysitting Mayday for Peter. You might have forgotten to mention to Miguel that you were babysitting tonight.

Honestly, you didn’t mention it because you didn’t want him to say no and Peter and MJ really needed the night out. No baby. So now you and your husband were going to have a night in. With a baby.

To say Miguel wasn’t thrilled would be an understatement. He was borderline angry with you at the “slip” of your mind. It’s not like Miguel hated Mayday in any aspect but the thought of you holding a baby brought up strange feelings inside of him.

He had tried for the year that Mayday has been around to try and push those feelings down. But every time he saw you even glance at the baby had him all in a fit. Miguel didn’t think he’d ever be ready for a child again, but seeing you so motherly was changing his mind.

I mean, he didn’t think he’d ever want to get married again and there you were changing his plans.

You two have had the baby talk before, as well. You were always so understanding of his past and never pushed him too far. But he did notice the disappointment on your face when he had said he never wanted kids.

Never? Why had he said never? It was such a harsh conclusion and in recent months, it was one he was regretting making.

He could imagine you now, belly full of his seed, a prominent bump showing what the two of you had made.

Shit. He needed to get those images out of his or he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Shaking his head Miguel retreated to the kitchen, leaving you to continue to play with the baby uninterrupted. Busying himself with looking through the cabinets, like he wanted to cook something.

“Miggy?” You questioned as you entered the kitchen, Mayday perched on your hip. He turned and took in the sight, imagining what a mini you would look like. He sighed.

“Did you want me to make you something to eat?” You were trying to read the look on his face.

“No.” He grumbled and pushed pass you and into the living room.

“Miguel, I know you’re mad that I didn’t tell you. But it was an honest mistake. Plus, you know I love Mayday and since we-“

“Don’t.” He cut you off. Your mouth snapped closed at what you were about to say. Before you could apologize Miguel made his way to the bedroom, slamming the door closed behind him. You blinked in shock, you didn’t want to start a fight in front of poor little Mayday. This would have to be brought up later.

It was nearing the time that Peter was supposed to arrive to pickup Mayday. You were a bit sad to say goodbye to her but you were also exhausted. Suddenly, you understood why Peter didn’t even change out of his pajamas most days. Especially with a spider baby!

She stuck to everything! And being someone without powers, your knowledge on the matter wasn’t very strong. Sure, you knew a lot about Miguel’s powers but he was what…Spider-Man number 30 out of 1 million? You wished you could ask Miguel for some help.

Eventually you figured out the best way to unstick Mayday was to distract her. Show her a toy, play peekaboo, maybe give her snack. Anything to keep her hands busy and off your ceiling. You hadn’t heard Miguel much through the night. You figured he had gone to sleep or was silently doing some work.

When you agreed to watch Mayday, you hoped the two of you would be able to do this as a team. But obviously, that thought was all wrong.

Peter came about 30 minutes later, knocking on your door. Miguel heard the door open, a few words being exchanged, and a rush of thank yous as the door shut once again. In a few quick steps you were moving across the house and throwing open the bedroom door. Miguel’s wife was not happy.

“Really Miggy? Slamming my doors now?” Usually the tone of her voice would make Miguel instantly apologize but he was too wound up to care.

“Yes I’m slamming our doors!” His voice was slightly raised as he gave a lackluster response, cringing at himself.

“All this and because I decided to help Peter out! You know they never get to go out. We are their friends Miguel, we should be helping them out!”

“I don’t mind helping out our friends, but this favor…I just.” He groans, running his face across his face and through his hair. His usually tight posture, slumping in exasperation.

“What Miggy? What is so aggravating about that little baby?” Your hands were on your hips, face turning red with your increasing anger. He was not going to get away with throwing this tantrum.

“It’s not the baby that is aggravating! It’s me seeing you with the baby!” His eyes soften as he admits the truth.

You were shocked, not understanding the meaning behind his words, “I’m the aggravating one?”

“No! Mi amor, it’s how I can’t get the thought of you round and pregnant out of my mind. The image of you running around chasing a child that we created. I thought after everything that I would never want that again but…”

It finally clicks, “You’re mad we don’t have a baby!”

“I’m mad I’m not inside you right now putting a baby in you” His eyes darken and rake across your form.

He crosses the room in three long strides, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling your body into his. His lips ghost along your neck, his hot breath creating goosebumps on your skin.

His mouth reaching your ear, whispering, “Do you want that? Want me to get you pregnant, baby?”

You can only whimper in response, which eggs Miguel on further, finally connecting his lips to yours. Desperation coats the kiss as he basically devours you.

He nips at your lower lip, pulling away. Looking down at you he takes a step back, your body reacts instinctively and tries to close the distance again. He stops you by cupping your clothed core. A strangled noise passes your lips as he uses his other hand to pull your dress over your head.

“Mmm, wore this like you knew I’d want easy access. Always so eager for this cock, hm?” His deep voice and words cause you to get even wetter.

The hand on your core moves a bit to tease you. He feels your wetness, moaning in satisfaction.

“I might not even need to prep you, baby. Wanna breed you like you weren’t meant to be bred.”

His hand grips your neck leading you towards the bed. The hand now makes it way behind your neck and brings your lips to his once again. The force causes you to moan.

“Why don’t you get on all fours for me?” He says it like a question, but you know it’s a command.

You do as you were told and get onto the bed on your hands and knees. You let your knees naturally rest a bit apart, knowing that he will just adjust you if he needs it. A hand runs down your spine, sending a shiver down with it. It reaches your ass and gives a squeeze before landing a firm smack there. Suddenly you hear a rip and feel your wet core exposed to the cool air. You glance down realizing that he had torn off your underwear.

You gasp, “Miggy!” Usually you would’ve found this extremely hot, if those weren’t your favorite panties!

“I’ll buy you new ones. Besides until you’re pregnant you’re not leaving this bed. You won’t be needing panties for a while.” Okay, now it’s hot again.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond and inserts a finger inside of you. He pumps the finger in and out quickly, testing how wet you are.

“Already all wet and ready for me. Just how I like you.”

Quickly, he pulls the finger out and before you can even protest at the loss he pushes his dick fully inside of you to the hilt. Another gasp passes your lips at the intrusion. He gives you no time to adjust before setting a pace, ravaging your body with his thick cock.

He continues his assault, pushing deep inside of you before pulling out almost completely and repeating the action. The force of his thrusts are making it hard for you to think, let alone hold yourself up. But when you start to fall to your elbows, his hand is quickly wrapped around your throat holding you up.

“Have you at the perfect angle, can feel all of you.” Is all he says as his fingers tighten on your throat. Your vision goes black from the intense pleasure.

He fucks into you harder as the pressure of his fingers releases slowly, letting some air back into your lungs. When you have enough air, you are moaning out as a particular thrust hits the perfect spot.

“Miggy please, need you to make me cum. Need your cum in me.”

His large body incapsulates yours at your confession. The hand that was on your throat makes it way down to your clit, rubbing circles into it. His teeth bite down into your shoulder, sending a shock of pleasure through you as you cum hard onto his cock.

The clenching of your orgasm causes him to groan and falter a bit, before he regains his head and pace.

“Mmm, gonna cum in you baby. Gonna make you a mommy.” He says as he shoots his seed into your awaiting womb. His orgasm seems longer and stronger than usual as he bites your shoulder once again.

After he recovers, he releases your throat, letting you fall into the plush sheets. Miguel slides out of you and pulls your body into his. He rubs your back in slow circles, calming you both down.

Eventually you speak up, “So what do you think? Think it worked, daddy?” Lust drips from your voice at the name.

“Fuck, maybe, and even if it didn’t I’m ready to go again. Just want you so full of my cum that you can feel it with every breath.”

And fill you he did.

[kur0m1sblog]

If you are okay with writing this, do you think you can write a Miguel x F!Reader (whose a Spider) oneshot where Miguel finds out the reader is pregnant due to his hearing, and the reader reveals she kept it a secret because she didn’t know how to tell him.

Not Meant To Hear Yet.

summary: Miguel had came back from a meeting with the spider-society and overheard you panicking in you’re shared bathroom. He continued to overheard something he wasn’t meant to hear yet…

characters: Miguel O’Hara. Jessica Drew.

warnings: crying. reader having a panic attack. angst. implied smut. little love confession.

genre: angst. romance. fluff.

reader: fem! spider-woman! reader

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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This was not what you wanted to happen, you didn’t want a to have a child this young. You were 24, your boyfriend of 4 years, 27. And a couple months ago, you’d found out you were pregnant. At first you didn’t believe it, until all the test you took all came back positive. You didn’t want this, well you did want a child, just not this early..

And how were you going to tell Miguel this, you were sure he wouldn’t take the news good. You’d thought at the time you were for sure on the birth control..

He was at a ‘meeting’ with some members from the spider-society while you decided on staying home. After he left you did your normal routine, house chores, out chores. Miguel always insisted that you didn’t have to do that whenever you stayed home, he didn’t want you to be worked up and more tired then you normally should.

After your ‘chores’, you rush to your shared bedroom that was up the stairs. Dialing your phone, you call Jessica. She answers in a calm tone, while you answer in a worried tone. “Hey are you okay? What is it you need help with? You seem worried..” She said, a version of her showing up infront of you, she was on her motorcycle on a street in her universe.

You clack your nail repeatedly on the counter repeatedly, deciding to tell her what happened once she’d stop at a light. “Okay don’t get to excited or anything since your riding your motorcycle, but.. I’m pregnant..” You say waiting for her response and reaction.

As Jessica sat at the light, she started asking you a dozens of questions, “Do you know the gender yet?”, “Top 5 names if it’s a girl or boy?”, “Does Miguel even know yet?” You didn’t say anything after that question. Just from a minute of silence, she knew you hadn’t. “You haven’t told him have you..?”

Miguel had teleported into the house, he took his costume off and replaced them with comfortable clothing he’d left from the previous night before on the couch, while doing so, he heard you talking to someone. He figured it was important so he shrugged it off and started taking the ingredients out for dinner you were going to be cooking on this bittersweet night. “I just don’t know how to tell him that there’s a baby on the way.” He paused his movements. Had you just said what you said was truly real. It seemed seemed specious, but it wasn’t. It was true, real. “I don’t know how he’ll take the news, I want him to be happy about it and all but, what if he’s not, what if he’s angry about it..” That made him feel egregious and compunctioned. You thought he wouldn’t react well or good to the news..? He frowned and sat on the couch, still ‘eavesdropping’, but not on purpose of course.

After the conversation you had with Jessica, you pranced down the stairs to see Miguel on the couch, you froze halfway on the stairs panicking, you hoped he didn’t hear that whole conversation with her, and that he’d just gotten home. You continued your way down the stairs, he looked up to see you. God, he thought you looked so seraphic. “Hello Mi Rey, how was your day?” You say as you walk up to him and give him a sweet kiss onto of his forehead, after you ran your hands through his hair and smiled sweetly at him.

It took him a second or more to respond to your daily question, “It was good baby, do you feel okay right now? Your red..” He says. He knew what he was doing, he already knew what happened now.

You look in his eyes, look down and chuckle. “Yes dear I’m fine, I’m going to start dinner now.” Kissing his cheek, you walk to the kitchen to see he put what you needed out. “Aww, thanks for putting everything out, thank my hombre guapo. Would you like to help me with dinner tonight?” You say peaking your head out of the kitchen into the living room.

He stands up and walks over to you, “Only if that means we can play music?” He says as his large hands wrap around the small of your back and butt. Whenever he meant “play music”, he meant while the food was cooking and the both of you had time to waste to dance around in the kitchen and plant gentle kisses on one another.

You look to the side and frown for a second, debating your words of choice. “Miguel?” You say looking up at him.

After you just saying his name, he got quite worried. “What is it mi amor?” He said looking deep into your eyes.

“Whatever happens, I just hope you know I love you, so so much.. Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” You say, feeling different waves of emotions coming over you.

He was surprised. He thought that something bad was going to happen, but surprisingly it wasn’t anything bad. You were having one of your moments where you just wanted to say that you loved him. “God I love you too y/n..” He says shoving you into his broad chest.

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After making dinner the both of you sat down at the table, across from eachother. It was quiet, that weirded you out a little, he was always the one to start a conversation at the table..

You clear your throat and look up at him, “Soooo, did anything interesting happen with them today?” You say, taking another sip of your soup. Your mind was racing with random question and things you had to finish after eating.

He looked up, didn’t say anything, until a couple moments later. “Nope not really.. But there is something I’d like to talk about with you.” He said in a significant tone, as he pushed his soup bowl to the side, with his glass of water.

You took note of this, his tone was never like this unless there was something wrong or serious we needed to talk about. “Okay…” You drag out as you do the same gesture as him, pushing your glass and bowl out of the way.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant..?” He asked. His shoulders were tense, as he stood properly in his chair.

Oh god, he knows..? But how, that shouldn’t have been unless he heard me upstairs, is that why he was so tense when I came down the stairs.. “Look Miguel, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to break the news to you.” You felt a sense of compunction rush over you. “I didn’t know how you would react, or how you felt about having a child.. I just..” You didn’t finish anything, tears ran down your cheeks, as you didn’t look at him but at the cleared area in front of you on the table.

You didn’t see him, but he got up and started walking towards you. He wrapped his strong and well-knitted arms around you, you cried and cried in his chest. You felt horrible, you were gasping for air at this point from crying.

He let go of you and took your flushed face in his hands. “Look Hermosa, I’m not angry, I’m just a little sad that you’d think I’d feel that way. I’m happy that you are okay?” Staring at you, he waited for you to nod. When you did he gave you a kiss, picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom where the both of you would go to sleep. And clean up the both of you made from cooking tomorrow. “Goodnight, Mi Amor.”

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notes: Thank you so much for requesting, I truly hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

June 4, 2023

9:30am

[st4rymoon]

 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘵. 2

｡⋆⸜ ˖ ࣪◦ Miguel x afab Reader

Warnings - Angst, fluff, kissing, arguing, language

a/n: this will be the last part to this part but I will be continuing other stories connected to this plot! So no worries it won’t end, It’ll just not continue in this order! Thank you for all the support on my previous story btw<3 hope you enjoy!

Continuation to this series (Pt.3) → Say It

You don’t know how long you were in Miguel’s arms. He didn’t bother moving you after he cleaned the both of you up. His fingers ran down your arm as he watched your chest rise with every breath.

“As much as I’d love to stay like this, I think someone will come knocking soon” Miguel chuckled. “I know” you sighed as you got up from his lap.

You don’t remember how or when Miguel put on your panties and bra, and both of you put on your suits while his eyes never left you as you struggled to put on your suit.

“Let me help” he hummed as he repeated the actions he did a few minutes ago. His fingers curled the hem of your suit and pressed the button on your suit, causing it to tighten around your body.

“Hermosa” his voice vibrated through you as he planted a kiss on your neck. “Miguel…” you moaned as his hands snaked onto your hips. [t: beautiful]

“MIGUEL I FOUND SOMETHING” You heard a boy's voice boom from the other side of the door followed him his loud knocks.

“For fuck sake this kid drives me crazy” Miguel groans while running a hand through his hair. “WHAT MILES!” Miguel yelled as you rummaged to put his desk back together.

You walked towards the door as Miguel was about to open it “Don’t leave ok?” You swear you could hear a hint of plead in his voice. “Can’t make any promises” you coo as you kiss him on the cheek.

You can see him stiffen at your actions. You chuckle as he opened the door but before you walked off he pulled you into a kiss. “Migue- oh” Miles gasped as he saw the man he believed had no emotions kiss someone with a smile on his face.

“A new spider?! Who are you, I’m Miles! You know Miguel?” The boy blabbered on seeming to forget what he originally went there to say.

“Miles leave her alone what do you want”

“Trust me that’s not important anymore. GWEN GWEN THERES A NEW SPIDER!” The young boy yelled as he ran up to you.

“You know miles? It’s miles right?” You ask “Yep it is!” He nods enthusiastically “Gwen is the one that found me so I’m pretty sure you don’t have to yell for her” you chuckle.

“No way really? I swear she never tells me anything” he pouted. You could hear Miguel walking behind you but he didn’t bother interrupting your conversation.

He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you talking to Miles, he wondered if you were good with kids. He frowned at the thought of it. He’s always wanted another child but the thought of having another made his mind go places he didn’t like remembering.

He felt like having another child would be shameful. He felt like he would be forgetting the past life he had if he even thought about having another.

He snapped out of his thoughts quickly. He barely met you why was he acting like this would go anywhere?

As miles was talking about how surprised he was Miguel hasn’t yelled at him yet, you swore you could hear a baby.

“What is that?” You perked up “What’s what?” Miles questioned. You stopped in your tracks allowing Miguel to catch up. “That noise? It sounds like a baby?”

“Ahh that’s May, peter has been looking for her all day” Miguel smiled. You followed the noise, the distant coos and banging got louder as you walked into a room.

You were in a library now, your eyes shooting up to the left and seeing a ginger-headed baby crawling on the wall. “PETER MAY IS IN HERE!” Miles yelled as he ran out of the room to find Peter.

“So Peter is her dad right?” You asked as you turned to look at Miguel and all he did was nod.

“Hey, May? Come down! Your dad has been looking for you!” You said in a soft tone. May crawled down the side of the bookcases and fell into your hands. You laughed as she crawled her way onto your head.

“Aren’t you a cutie!” You smiled as her ocean blue eyes looked at you with a smile on her face from over your head. She poked at your cheeks, now on your shoulder as she played with your hair.

“She’s adorable” You smiled at Miguel as he watched you with his arms crossed. He smiled weakly at you, you could tell he was forcing the smile. “You ok?” You question as you walked up to him with May still poking at you.

His eyes widened at your question. He’s never met anyone who knew how he was feeling with just one look at him. Both times he was keeping his emotions to himself you managed to always ask if he was ok.

It was relieving to hear someone ask him how he was doing. “Yeah, yeah why wouldn’t I” he smiled. You nodded, not wanting to press him further as you watched him sink into his thoughts.

“FINALLY! MAY! New spider chick I hope you stay here for a while because those ears of yours will grant me some peace of mind” Peter groaned as he picked up May from your shoulders.

“You rascal how did you manage to end up here”

Peter turned to Miguel, his eyes traveling up to look him in the eyes with a hint of confusion. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing gosh!” Miguel slightly yelled as he felt the number of questions was making him anxious. He didn’t mind when he heard you ask him, but hearing it from Peter just made his blood boil for some reason.

You ran up to Miguel’s side as he was walking away “You told me not to leave and now your leaving? Such a douche move” you fake cried.

He looked down at your trying to hide his smile “Oh shut it I’m not leaving you, I’m just leaving the vicinity” he chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you.

You didn’t hesitate to lean into him, laughing along with him as you hugged onto his side.

“What the fuck?” You heard Gwen gasp. Miguel noticed everyone staring, his arm moving away from you as he cleared his throat. You didn’t mind his actions, you could tell Miguel wasn’t used to showing any emotion other than rage or annoyance around anyone.

You backed away from him slightly hoping to let him loosen up since he was so tense. “I’m not sure how long she’ll be staying, but she is always welcome” Miguel announced.

“So what do you know about the multiverse?” You heard a spider with spikes on its suit mutter “I explained everything to Miguel, I know very little” You nodded.

“You single?” You heard another ask. You laughed at their comment “Obviously I am” you nodded. You looked over at Miguel from the corner of your eye.

“Miguel, could I talk to you for a moment?” You blurted out suddenly. The others looked at you with curiosity “You grew a liking to that grumpy man already? That’s the first” Miles joked.

“Well this grumpy man isn’t so bad” you tease as you nudge Miguel with your shoulder. You pull Miguel to the side, hiding behind a wall enough for no one to hear your conversation.

“As much as I want to stay I have to go back for a little Miguel” you sigh “I didn’t bring my phone and who knows what’s going on over there, I know Strange will yell at me for being gone so long. You know time mostly likely works differently here ” you chuckle.

You see Miguel’s face sadden at your words “Wh- I- of course don’t worry” he replied. “I’ll come back I promise” you nod.

“Why are you promising? It isn’t like we’re anything to each other” he shrugged. He could see your face drain from the happiness it once had. He felt like shit once he saw you nod.

“Um… you’re right. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed anything” You nod. “Assume? What did you assume huh? Something would happen more than just sex?” His voice loudened slightly.

You felt your face burn from embarrassment. Why was he acting like such an ass suddenly?

“Well I assumed it since you did say you wanted to get to know me but obviously I was just some thing to fuck to you which is fine. I just should’ve known someone like you doesn’t mean what they say” you seethed.

Miguel could feel his heart pumping in his chest. He was processing your words, he thought you wouldn’t want to get to know him. Honestly, he wished you had forgotten about it just in case you’d never want anything between the both of you to save himself the embarrassment.

“It’s not like that” Miguel shook his head. “Oh sure it isn’t. You just fucking lectured me about how this isn’t anything more than sex” you hissed as you pointed a finger at his chest.

Miguel wasn’t good with words, he hated that about himself. He did the thing he knew would speak louder than his words. He pulled you onto his chest, kissing you passionately as he cupped your face “I’m sorry. I really am muñeca, I'm not good with words” he sighed. [t: doll]

He pulled away from you before pressing one last kiss onto your lips. “Well I’d appreciate it if you talked to me about it and not make me feel like shit” you sighed. “I will, I promise” he reassured.

“Why don’t you come with me? To see my universe for a bit? I mean I just need to check up on everything and you could talk to strange although I’m not sure he’ll say much” you smiled. You were excited at the idea, Miguel wanted to meet Dr. Strange and you’d both be able to spend time together.

You just had to prepare yourself for the lecture Strange would give. “Yeah I’d love you” Miguel lit up at your invitation “I’d just have to make sure someone can keep charge here but yeah” he nodded.

He pulled you into a kiss again, humming into you as his hand snaked onto the nape of your neck “What’ll strange think knowing I came in you huh? What type of incursion will that do?” Miguel chuckled.

“Well, who said I was pregnant? Maybe the birth control I was on a few months ago is lingering” you chuckled. “Mmmh, maybe it will maybe it won’t” he hummed onto your lips. “OH MY GOD!” Gwen yelled.

You looked behind Miguel and saw a few of the spiders looking at the both of you kissing. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about that Gwen” Miles shrugged.

“Just like I thought!” Peter clapped his hands “knew there was something off with you Miguel. Finally, you’ll have someone else to annoy” Peter added.

“He isn’t annoying with me” you smiled. Miguel didn’t turn around, he just had an annoyed look on his face knowing the moment between the two of you was ruined.

“You little shits always ruin everything” Miguel groaned. “I was about to ask you out you know” Miguel whispered.

“Well it would’ve been a yes either way” you returned in a whisper.

“Well if we pretend that never happened, would you like to be so lucky and date” he cooed. You laughed at his condescending words “I do acknowledge how lucky you’ll be dating ME so yes. I would love to” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He couldn’t control the smile he had on his face, his hand tangled into your hair, allowing him to pull you into a kiss. “I genuinely never expected you to ever see you smile or even date anyone” Miles said.

The both of you realized they were watching “Again, always ruining the moment” Miguel groans in annoyance.

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[everlastlady]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎 '𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

✰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! My little heroes, villains, and civilians. The first Miguel O 'Hara post. Hopefully it's good, I'm not really good with Spanish so I'm using a translation thing to help me with the language. I do plan on learning Spanish after I finish learning Italian on duo, anyway if you enjoyed this story then my request box is open. You can support me by blazing, commenting, hearts, or reblogging. Don't forget to eat, drink water, and take your medicine. Also support your local fan fiction writers.

✰ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: kidnapping, drugging, manipulation, violence, lies, and stockholm syndrome.

✰ Part 2

• You are an absolute sweetheart to everyone at the society. Always making lunches for those who you were friends with or patching them up from missions. You always put others first, your smile could lit up a room. At first Miguel didn't think much of you, he honestly found you annoying and sometimes would have to tell you and Peter to be quiet whenever you both were trying to make Mayday laugh. " cierra el pico both of you, go do that somewhere else. " so when you and Peter left. Miguel sat there for a while wanting to hear your laugh again but not with Peter around, not with anyone around.

• He loved your cooking, he would tell you that he's only accepting your food out of respect. But he would ever last drop as if he was starving. He wondered what meals you would cook if you two were married, what dishes would you make whenever he came home from working. What lunches would you pack him. Would the kids help you with dinner. Miguel started asking you to bring him lunch everyday saying that he didn't have time to make his own and didn't want to spend money on take out. " Gracias cariño " he likes how your fingers brush against his whenever you hand him the bento box.

• Recently he stopped sending you on missions and is having you help him in the lab or having you in the medical wing to patch up other spiders. You didn't mind but you missed going on missions, and Miguel could tell but he knew soon that you wouldn't miss missions. And he was right, you started to distract yourself by stopping crime in your own universe and hanging out with the other spiders. Miguel didn't like this, what if get hurt in your own universe or worst fall in love. Miguel swore that he heard you talking to Noir and Peter B about this guy from your favorite coffee shop called Steven Grant. How you almost got hurt trying to stop a robbery in your neighborhood. He needed to plan something, it might be painful and hurt him emotionally but he needed to teach you a lesson.

• Boredom was killing you as you sat in the lab and started playing with paper clips but you jumped when Lyla flashes on your watch. " Woah, don't fall over and die (name), I'm blessing you with my presences to tell you that Miguel is sending you out on a mission since everyone else is busy or Miguel thinks they aren't capable. He thinks you can handle it so chop chop get to it! ". With that Lyla vanished. You let out a gleeful noise and put on your mask as you open the portal and jump through. You thought this was going to be fun and easy especially since you been training but you thought wrong. Everything in this universe was wrong; it was all dark and gloomy. Here you are running away like a scared child while bleeding. You suit in had claw marks and tears slide down your face. Crying into your watch for help. You were covered in claw marks, bruises, and your wrist broken.

• No one seemed to be answering their watches when you had Lyla contact Jess, Peter, Gwen Noir, Miles, and Hobie. No one picked up but Miguel did when you screamed for Lyla to call him. And when Miguel showed up he took care of the threat. " ¿Estás bien querida? You had me worried when you didn't return, come on let's get you to the medical wing. " Miguel picked you up, your injuries made you pass out but you could have swore that Miguel was smirking before you shut your eyes.

• You eventually woke up but you weren't in the medical wing, you were in a bedroom and it didn't belong to you. A delicious smell entered your noise and you looked down to see your wrist bandaged. You carefully got out of the bed groaning. Still sore from your injures. You left the bedroom and walk down the hallway and into the kitchen where Miguel stood cooking a delicious meal. He eas wearing a tight black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Miguel turned around and saw your confused look. " Ah! corazon your awake! I brought you here because your injuries were so bad that I decided to treat you, also I didn't want the others to feel bad for not answering you. Good thing I answered you or else you would have been dead, now you know why I don't want to send you on anymore missions, you aren't strong enough which is fine, you were made for better things. " Miguel turned around and went back to cooking. You stood there and looked down, was Miguel right are you weak?

• Miguel had you sit down at table which you did still looking upset. " Now don't pout, until your injuries heal you can stay with me. I'll tell the others that you are on vacation a well deserved vacation. You do so much for everyone and take care of everyone. It's time for someone to take care of you~ " Miguel lifted up the fork to feed you some of the food. A break did sound nice and you could try to mentally recover from what had happened on the mission. So you agreed to stay at Miguel's place until your injuries healed. It wouldn't take that long for you to get better right?

• Wrong..... you always felt so weak and sleepy after every meal, Miguel made for you from breakfast, lunch, dinner, and even small snacks. You body always ached, you threw up, felt dizzy, and tired. Miguel ran some test and told you that you were sick but didn't know what you were suffering from. When you wanted to leave because you didn't want to be a burden. Miguel shook his head telling you that you weren't a burden that he would take care of you and that he didn't mind the company especially after all he lost. That made you feel sad so you stayed. Miguel bought you anything you wanted to make you feel at home, he even brought your clothes and other items from your apartment which felt weird at first because you didn't give anyone your address.

• While Miguel was gone and didn't come home the usual time he did. You were hungry and Miguel always cooked for you. So you wanted to surprise him and cook a meal for him and you. As you were going through the cabinets. You find a strange green bottle with some purple liquid inside. You ask Lyla about it, as she was painting her nails and not looking at you, she said the ingredients along with the side effects. " Not safe for human consumption, why do you ask? " She called out. Your whole body froze, was Miguel drugging you? Did he plan this whole thing to trap you here. You ran towards the bedroom to look for your watch but couldn't find it.

• " Looking for this corazon, it's rude to leave without saying goodbye or even a thank you mi amor for taking care of me... " You turned to see Miguel holding up your watch. Before you could react, Miguel threw it down and stepped on it. The watch broke into pieces. " oops... " Miguel quickly walked towards you and caged you with his body as your back was pressed against the wall. Tears stream down your face, this had to be a nghtmare. " D-Did you drug me, why did you drug me!? Did you send me on that mission knowing what would happen to me!? " You screamed at Miguel. Who stared at you with those red eyes. " Yes... because I needed to teach you a lesson that you are weak and only I can protect you because..... (Name), I love you~ " you flinch when Miguel strokes your cheek and wipes your tears away. " You are sick... " You said in between panic breathes. " I'm not sick, I was doing what was best for you... for us and you'll understand that soon but let's get you calmed down wouldn't want you to pass out again... " Miguel leans foward as you struggled. Miguel bit down sinking his fangs into your soft skin as you scream. But soon your body froze. " Shhh, te quiero. " Miguel laid you on the bed and left the room.

• You stayed trapped in Miguel's home for weeks. He told the others at the society that you quit and didn't want anyone to contact you since you wanted to retire from being a hero and didn't want any reminders or memories of the society. Of course everyone was upset but respected your wishes, if only they knew that truth. Just because you were kind that didn't mean you don't have a fighting spirit. You always fought to escape and tried taking Miguel's watch but he always overpowered you and knocked you got, always yelling his lungs out at you. " 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋 fighting me, I'm trying to care for us for you! I don't want to keep fighting you. But you leave me no choice but to do this..... " Those last words from Miguel made your stomach drop. He locked you in a room and only left you a blanket and a mattress. The room had a bathroom but no windows. " I'll let you out when you learn to be a loving partner. " And he left you alone in that dark room. The only time he came back in was to bring you food but said nothing and left.

• Being in that room was driving you crazy and the food wasn't good it was just microwave meals that weren't cooked all the way and the room was cold. You sat there on the mattress crying all day and all night. Screaming for Lyla but she didn't respond because Miguel instructed her not to. After a month you sat there feeling mentally, physically, and emotionally drained. The door opened as the hallway lights burns your eyes. Miguel stood there with his arms out while staring at you, he stood there waiting and you got up. Walking over you hug him tightly. Miguel smirked and hugged back as he planted a kiss on your head. " Have you learned your lesson, do you love me? " He asked while rubbing your back. You nod your head. " Then say it, say you are sorry and that you love me. " Miguel said while hugging you tightly so tight that he could snap you in half. " I'm sorry for being selfish for not appreciating what you do for me, I love you Miguel, please don't send me back into that room, I'll behave, I love you, I love, I love you. " You said in between sobs.

• Miguel smiles and kissed you. " Good, let's go get you properly cleaned up and a good meal~ " Miguel picked you up and did as promised, he gave you a bath, fresh pajamas, and cooked your favourite meal. The two of you even sat on the couch watching your favorite movie. What made Miguel happy was how you cling to him. How whenever he went to the bathroom you would panic and try to follow him. " Don't worry cariño, I'm just going to the bathroom I'll be back watch your movie and be good and I won't put you in the punishment room. " Miguel kissed you and left. That night you laid in bed with him and quickly fell asleep since you were in an actual nice bed. Miguel watched you sleep and was finally happy that you had you.

Part 2 coming soon comment if you wanna be tagged in part 2

[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Some Fluff, Talk of Death/Afterlife, Suggested Depression, Suggested Self-Harm, Suggested Breakdown, Suggested Anxiety, Light Smut

Word Count: 3.7K

“I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn't stop it.” ― J. Sterling

It was a hot and humid day. The type of days Miguel hates the most in September because the heat made him uncomfortable and the humidity made his hair frizzy and lose its shape. It was even worse while sitting in a stuffy classroom with ACs that never worked. The rooms were always filled with the strong smell of teenage bodies and dust from janitorial neglection over the summer months. In addition, the beginning weeks of school were a bore with nothing to actually do but sit there and listen to underpaid teachers repeat the same school rules they hear in the beginning of every school semester. 

He was sure he was about to fall asleep at that moment. The heat made him drowsy and the monotone voice of his teacher morphed into white noise. It was nearing the end of the day anyways, and too early into the school year for any teachers to give enough of a shit to write anyone up. He couldn’t take another second of school expectations and the disgusting mix of AXE body spray and floral perfume. But, now when he thinks back on that boring class, he can’t take it on himself to fully hate it. Because, in the same second that he looked toward the clock above the door to check the time, his life changed forever. 

It was instant. Maybe not instant instant, but it was just quick enough to call it instant. She had come in late. Very late with a chest that heaved and tried to keep her rapidly beating heart in her body. Sweat made the front pieces of her hair stick to her face, flushed from the way she had run down the hall to make it to class. Of course, in that moment Miguel found her less than ideal, but he knows now that even in that stuffy school uniform the academy mandated every student to wear, she was the most beautiful goddamn thing that walked the entire earth. And when she spoke to give her name for attendance, a voice and name that will haunt Miguel until he takes his last breath, he knew their lives would be forever intertwined. 

That thought was concrete the second you had walked down the same row of desks as him, stopping at the desk directly in front of him. The smell of sweetness and a bit of sweat, a smell that only comes to him in the early mornings when he isn’t really awake or asleep, instantly overpowered any other smell in the room. If he skips ahead, he can remember nearly every instance in which he leaned his stomach against the hard edge of the desk to get a stronger smell, everytime he held up a piece of your hair to his face, everytime he snuck out of your bedroom window smelling like you after spending the night making love. But, Miguel is a man who follows a strict timeline, who revels in the chronological order of things. 

Instead, he focuses on the first time he had the chance to talk to you. Despite you being only a desk away, it took a few months to hold an actual conversation that was more than, “Do you have an extra pencil?” or “Did you write down the last bullet of that slide?” Despite the lack of communication, the younger Miguel had developed a slight crush on you. He had seen you in the halls between classes and he focused more on you than on the board in class. In all honesty, the delay in conversation was purely your fault. You were an energetic girl, not popular but well known. Someone was always talking to you at your desk in the beginning and end of class. Always laughing with you about something stupid that happened early that day, always asking for help for an upcoming test or assignment, always taking up your time. He could never be mad about it, though. Even if it meant he had lost an extra few months with you. It was okay because even if those months weren’t with you, they were of you. Months filled with the sound of your voice, the addicting sound of your laugh, the glimpses of your smile and shiny eyes. Moments that fill his head when he sleeps at night and when he gets lost in a daydream. 

You had turned to him, asking him about some party one of his friends at the time was planning because he had turned 18. They’re simple, small questions: “What was the address again?”, “Anyone is invited, right?”, “What’s the dress code? Is there a theme?”, “Are you going?”. He had to bite his tongue to stop from scaring you off with manic answers. Yes, anyone is invited but don’t bring some random guy with you. Bring me with you instead. The dress code doesn’t matter because you’ll look stunning in anything you wear. I only want to go if you go. 

“You… only want to go if I go?” You had asked. Your voice was decorated with a confused giggle and your ears had glowed pink. 

Miguel blinked up at you with his own confusion. He had yet to realize his last words had bubbled out of his chest until you were giggling and eyeing him shyly. He was quick to cover his face as it grew warm, and he let out a groan while cursing himself. You had laughed harder then, eyes shining with a build-up of tears as you clutched your stomach. Miguel had spread his fingers slightly so he could peak through them. You were a sight to behold with that enchanting laughter and infatuating smile. He couldn’t keep himself from smiling against his palms. When you had finally reduced your amusement to a toothy smile, you had gently pried Miguel’s hands off his face just enough to see him. 

He was sure he looked stupid, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide over the fact you were touching him. Your hands were warm and small against his and he swore his heart was trying to rip open his chest so it could run to you. He almost went dizzy when your thumb stroked his hands in a comforting manner in hopes of easing his embarrassment. He had never wanted to kiss someone so badly before. Would you have minded? God he really hoped you wouldn’t.

“Miguel?” You sang, a teasing smile on your face as you looked at him, “Are you there?”

Say it again. Say my name again, please. You’re the only person ever allowed to say it ever again. God, he was losing his mind. He still is losing it over you. Every goddamn day. Miguel doesn’t think he’ll ever get it back. You took it from him. His mind, his body, his soul. You took everything from him. It’s yours. It’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours.

Please, give it back to me.

When he had finally responded to you, your smile had shone brighter and you asked him a question that still leaves his mind dumbstruck when he thinks back on it: What time do you want to pick me up? He remembers the way his breath flew out of his lungs, how his heart had paused and then started running again. Remembers the way your throat bobbed slightly, probably because you had regretted asking the question or maybe, he hopes this is why because he never thought to ask you, maybe because you were nervous too. Just maybe you had wanted to talk to him before this life altering moment. Maybe, somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you were tied to this fool of a boy too. 

He had stuttered out a pathetic ‘what?’ and you had rolled your eyes playfully in response. You ditched repeating the question and had instead given him a time and your address before getting up as the bell rang. While you walked out the door with a small wave and big smile, Miguel sat there in an astonished daze blinking at the board. Time seemed to stop as everyone else around him started walking past him to their next classes. It wasn’t until his friend walked past, jolting him with a slap on the back and a whispered, ‘good work, dude’ before walking out the door that he came back to his senses. It was only then that the conversation finally registered in Miguel’s dazzled brain. He leaned forward and hid his face in his hands again as he closed his eyes and his mouth formed a large smile. 

He had a date. He had a date with you.

His shoulders shook with a silent, delirious laugh.

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Miguel knew he was in love. Or, he knew he was going to be in love. It’s complicated to describe, that nagging feeling that wasn’t exactly scary but wasn’t completely comforting either. It’s even weirder feeling it. Having your mind constantly crying out go home, go home, go home but your body pulls you away from every building and straight towards another body like you’re tethered together. Like he’s tethered to you. Sometimes, when Miguel closes his eyes and really concentrates, he can still feel that sharp tug at the center of his chest that tries to bring him somewhere that he tries to get further and further away from. 

He can’t lie and say it wasn’t the big things that made him think, know, he was in love. Because it was. But it was also the small things. Like when you found out what his favorite color was, yellow despite popular belief, and how you had come into school the next week with your nails done in the exact shade you had made him show you on his phone. Or that time he had seen your phone light up in class and your display had revealed that you were listening to the same song he was mumbling under his breath the day before on repeat. It was the collection of those small details that made his heart beat a bit faster and for his smile to tick up behind his hand.

And it was that first kiss. That damned first kiss that Miguel can still feel ghosting against his lips. That he feels on his bad days like some sort of silent encouragement that he will get through it. Swears those phantom lips are what pulls him out of his night terrors as if to protect him as he pants and cries in those late hours. The same kiss that he wishes he could feel forever and ever and simultaneously burn from memory. Sometimes, he thinks about pulling some poor, unsuspecting stranger off the street and kissing them to see if it would feel the same. When he thinks like that, he instantly goes to the bathroom and dry heaves until his throat hurts. Of course it would never feel the same, what a silly idea. What a betrayal and discourtesy towards you to even entertain the idea. 

The kiss had happened weeks after the party. In between those two moments had been brushed hands, glances in the hallways, and not so subtle flirting whispered during lessons. Each moment had Miguel’s face flushing and heart racing. It left him with a craving for you. So, when you had invited him to study with you in the library, he had eagerly nodded despite knowing he would ace the test without looking over any of his notes. He would be too busy looking at you either way to focus on his chicken scratch. 

You hadn’t gotten much studying done that day either. Instead, Miguel had distracted you with whispered words in your ears that caused you to quietly giggle and smile up at him. He can remember every detail. From the way your cheeks grew to match the pink of your lips, how you had fiddled with the mechanical pencil in your hand, how your eyes had twinkled as you leaned towards him. He remembers how you had grabbed his hand, a soft and gentle touch, asking him to come with you to find a book you needed. Remembers how you had pulled him towards the back shelves filled with encyclopedias with bug-bitten pages. Can still remember the slight dizzy feeling he had when you pulled him around one of the old bookshelves and pressed him into it. Can still feel the hands pressed against his chest to hold him in place as you peaked around the corner in case anyone was coming over. He remembers the notes he chuckled as he asked you what you were doing. Can see the smile you gave him before you pulled him down for the only kiss that will ever matter in his entire life. 

Your lips were soft and tasted like the cherry lip gloss you wore. He had furrowed his brows as his hands came to squeeze your waist while he moved his mouth over yours. He memorized the trail your hands took as they traveled up his chest and tangled in his hair. He can replicate the way his vocal cords shifted as he let out that satisfied groan when you allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. If he were to look down at his hand right now, he could swear the creases of his palms still have your sticky gloss stuck in them from when he had turned you around to press you against the shelves, but his desperation caused books to fall and his hand went to cover your mouth as you pulled away and started laughing. He had smiled down at you and buried his head in the crook of your neck to muffle his own laughter. He never regretted getting detention for the next few days when the librarian had found the both of you. It just gave him more chances to kiss you when the detention instructor fell asleep. 

It was during one of those detention kisses that he had whispered against your lips to be his girlfriend. You had answered with another kiss and a delighted yes.

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It had been a month or two after the one year anniversary that he finally made love to you. It was sometime in the later months of senior year. Another hot and humid day. But instead of being in a classroom, he had been in your room. Miguel remembers that your sheets had been white with a small flower print, throw pillows and blankets making up for the lack of color. They were soft under the material of his jeans as he held you while you cried. 

On that day, your usually clean room was in shatters. Things ripped from your walls, notebooks and papers shoved off your desk, clothes taken off hangers and thrown on the floor. The only things that had survived had been pictures of the two of you and your bed. He had gotten a call from your frantic mother, begging him to come calm you down. That he was the only one that can get through the fog in your mind. He had rushed over, your mother opening the door for him so he could run up the stairs to your room. When he had thrown open the door, his chest broke in a way that made it almost impossible to breathe. He rubs his chest whenever he thinks back to it, like the heartbreak is still there.  

You had thrown yourself in a corner, sobbing and rocking yourself back and forth in a way to seek comfort. The mess of your room had surrounded you, barricading you from everything else. When the door knocked into the wall, your face had left your arms and tear-beaded lashes blinked up at him. You had cried harder when you had seen him. He had strived towards you, picking you up easily off the ground and away from the chaos on your floor. He cradled you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his hips as you cried tears into his T-shirt. He had whispered soft, caring words into your ear, an arm wrapped around your waist and a hand in your hair. 

You had cried for another hour, hiccuping watery words about a scary future. A life of uncertainties and insecurities. A life where you ended up alone and scared and desperate to get by. A world where dreams don’t exist and your greatest fears consume you. Days where you don’t know how to get out of bed and shut up the nasty voices in your head. Minutes where you’re tempted to listen to them and then the hours that follow where you hate yourself for contemplating it. If Miguel were to go into his closet right now, he can find the same shirt he wore. A single shoulder lingering with black splotches of mascara that never fully washed away. Each splotch represents a worry you had trusted him with. 

He had pressed you closer to him, whispering ‘it’s not your fault’, over and over and over again until his throat ached and your cries had died down to soft trembling. Another hour was spent in silence as he had just held you. His hands playing mindlessly with your hair and your breath tickling his neck. The sun had begun to set and a golden glow had lit up your bed in a yellow color.

“It’s your favorite shade,” You had whispered in a broken voice. It was scratchy and rough. Miguel thought it sounded just as lovely as it always has. It reminds him of a pipe organ, beautiful but sad. 

He had to turn around to see what you were talking about. He turned his head slightly to see your hand outstretched, fingers playing as the light spilled from them. He can’t remember a time where you looked so peaceful. He had watched your hand, before nodding his head in agreement. “Yes, it is.”

He reached his hand out, taking a hold of yours gently and connecting his fingers with yours like a puzzle. He brought his hands back towards the both of you, bringing it up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. He watched your eyes, red and puffy from crying. He held your hand to his mouth for a while, his thumb stroking the skin. When he had finally dropped your hand, you leaned forward to rest your forehead against his, just staring into his eyes. Your scent instantly filled his nose. It is the same smell that he has stored in his bedside drawer in a glass bottle. He never sprays it in his room, just holds it to his nose with closed eyes and pretends you’re right next to him again.

“I love you.” The words were sweet and poured warmth onto his skin. He closed his eyes and sat there, letting your words echo in his head until he memorized how each letter and syllable sounded when it left your lips. 

Miguel remembers the strength he used to grab your waist as he connected your lips to his. Remembers that the kiss was different from any other kiss the two of you had shared before this. He still can’t describe why it was different, but he can still feel it in his bones. He remembers pushing his body into yours and you pushing back. Even though his eyes were closed in the moment, he can see everything clearly in his mind, as if he were a phantom watching it. Can see the exact placement of your hands on his shoulders, can see the way your lips parted and the soft noise you made when he had flipped the two of you over and laid you on your back. 

Those soft, soft noises that split his chest open so his heart can absorb them and keep them safe. He remembers every soft pant and plead you had whispered into the air of your room as he stripped you of your clothes, kissing trails down your body. The giggle you had let out when he almost tripped taking off his pants is still trapped between those plaster walls. The soft feeling of your skin under his was like a cloud, your body warmth the sun. He remembers the halo your hair made as the dying sunlight bathed your face and caused your eyes to shine and for your skin to glow. He remembers the light dimming from your face as he slid slowly into you. He had immediately apologized as you whimpered in temporary pain. 

He had slowly moved inside you, taking his time as you held him close to your body. The soft moans of his name traveled through shivers that rode down his spine, the sounds quiet to not alert your parents. His response was the repeated saying of I love you, over and over again. He repeated it, looking down at your face, into your eyes, so you could see the realness and vulnerability of the words. He made sure you felt it as he grabbed onto your skin and buried his head into your neck as he thrusted. He felt the love you had for him in every scratch down his back and tightening of your walls around him. 

He remembers trying to hold on to his pleasure before it exploded right after yours. He had panted as he looked down at you, your breaths mixing together. He had kissed you softly as he pulled his softening member out of you and you smiled against his lips. He had laid with you for a while before getting up, grabbing his discarded shirt and wiping you down before taking you into his arms again and falling asleep. He held you close to his chest, both of you naked under your blankets as the moonlight glowed against the two of you. 

The next morning, he drove you to the closest drug store. The both of you walked to the counter smelling like each other as he paid for a Plan B pill and snacks. It was a story you and him laughed about on the rooftop of your house the night you both graduated from Pym Academy.

CHAPTER 2- THEN: THE CANON

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Exponential improvement - Miguel O’Hara x reader

Warnings/tags: Tutor!Miguel, college AU. Reader is bad at math. Reader and Miguel aren’t actually together, it’s more of a first meeting type thing.

In which, Miguel finds a hill to die on.

Unfortunately for you, that hill is teaching you how to graph Logarithmic equations.

You had made it through highschool math, but just barely- and at the cost of more than a few all-nighters and tear filled study sessions. Math was never your best subject, to say the least. But to be fair, was it anyone’s?

You told yourself this class would be different, that you wouldn’t let yourself get behind, that you’d study, that you’d buckle down and do what you needed to do to get a good grade in the class. But none of that mattered, because despite your best efforts, you were failing.

And god, it felt horrible. You were too embarrassed to ask for help- it was the easiest math class there was- the one considered so basic and fundamental that it was required for every degree track. You knew others were failing, you even knew some had dropped the class in the first week. But that didn’t stop the steady build of shame and self hate that slowly but surely wore you down and left you hanging by a thread.

Then, that thread snapped. You had put blood, sweat, and tears into studying for this test. You stayed up nearly all night going over your notes and the test review. You practiced graphing and crammed every available scrap of information on quadratics, polynomials, and rationals into your head. You even spent the morning of the test watching YouTube videos over your weakest subjects- endlessly reviewing in the hope it would make some sort of difference.

But it didn’t matter. You failed the second test. Barely, yes- you got a 68, but that was still a failing grade, and now you’re halfway through the semester with a 64 and feeling completely helpless about your situation.

You tried, you had studied so hard- and yes, the 68 brought your grade up, but you couldn’t help but feel defeated. Was it so bad that you had expected a little more pay off than a 68? You had ran yourself ragged for that grade, how in the world were you going to get anything higher?

So, you gave in and admitted you needed help.

The campus had a tutoring program that you had known about for a while. Maybe it was embarrassment over needing help, maybe it was your own pride, or maybe it was just plain stubbornness, but you had held out in the hope you could raise your grades without help. But after the latest test, you gave in and signed up for the program.

So here you were, sitting in the tutoring room, waiting for your assigned tutor to show up.

The room was about half full- with each student-tutor pair spread out across the room. The company of others helped calm your nerves, but you couldn’t stop your leg’s anxious jittering. You hardly knew anything about the guy, just that he was in the process of obtaining a masters degree in genetics- and good enough at math to tutor it.

You’re scrolling through your phone- only half paying attention to TikTok as you watch the doorway out of your peripherals, waiting for your tutor to arrive.

5 minutes to 6:00, a man walks into the classroom and sits down at your desk, holding out his hand and introducing himself as Miguel O’Hara. You take his hand, making your best attempt at a strong, confident handshake as you introduce yourself in turn.

You didn’t know who you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this. The man, Miguel, is massive: built like a quarterback and taller than everyone else in the room by a long shot. He’s wearing jeans and a simple sweatshirt with the college’s logo. His face is set in a blank, slightly judging look, and his presence just feels straight up intimidating.

You already had your notes and worksheets out and waiting on the table, and Miguel takes notice. He sits down next to you, tugging the top paper in front of him and clicking his mechanical pencil as he scans over the homework.

Before you have a chance to say anything else, Miguel starts, speaking quickly and in a level tone. “Logs? That’s understandable. It’s really quite simple once you get it.”

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, Miguel scoots closer to you and slides the paper in front of you, tapping the eraser of his pencil on the first problem.

“Go ahead and do this one for me so I know where you’re at.”

He’s pressed close to you, close enough that you can hear his breathing and feel the heat radiating off his body. Miguel seems completely unbothered, his eyes focused on the problem as he waits for you to start.

You pick up your pencil, hovering over the paper as you stare at the problem and urge yourself to think in the hopes you’ll not make yourself out to be a complete idiot immediately.

Graph the following functions. Find the x-intercept, the vertical asymptote, domain, range, and end behavior of each.

1) f(x) = log3(x + 3) + 1

You struggle to work out the problem, and you try your best. But, Miguel hovering over your shoulder and watching you like a hawk as you work out the problem is really not helpful. If anything, it’s stressing you out. Especially with how close the two of you are- with his thigh pressing against yours under the table. You know he doesn’t mean it like that- that he’s not trying to do anything. But if anything, that just makes it worse.

In the end, you give up, setting your pencil down and letting your eyes fall to the floor. “I don’t know where to start…” you say, sitting back in your chair, trying to ignore the creeping build of defeat and embarrassment from the depths of your mind.

Miguel nods, clicking his pencil again and getting the lead to the length he wants it. He leans forward, taking the pencil to the paper and scribbling numbers in barely legible chicken-scratch as he talks you through how to solve the problem.

“Well, looking at this, we know the asymptote is at -3 and we know b is 3…”

Miguel trails off as he draws a dotted line to the left of the y axis. You’re sure there’s a stupid look on your face right now, because Miguel has barely said anything and you’re already lost. You lean foreward, sitting up straighter in your chair in order to look over his shoulder and see what he’s writing. But all that dose is confuse you more, because Miguel’s handwriting

“Then, we can just graph the 1 0, b 1, and 1/b -1 points and move them around…” Miguel pauses again, this time to draw 6 points on the graph, then connect 3 of them with one line and the other 3 with a second line.

“And once you have it graphed, the rest is easy. We already found the asymptote, you can plug numbers in to find your x-intercept, the range is all real numbers, the domain is the asymptote to infinity, and your end behavior is just the same as the parent function.” Miguel finishes speaking and filling in the blanks on the worksheet, looking towards you and nudging the paper in your direction so you can see it easier. “Ready to try the next one?” He asks.

You stare blankly at the worksheet in front of you, still trying to catch up with Miguel and figure out what the fuck he had just done, but the mess of poorly written numbers and lines did nothing but confuse you further.

Miguel watched you for a second before sighing and nodding. “… you don’t get it, do you?”

And that’s how you found yourself still sitting in the now empty tutoring room with Miguel over 2 hours after you were supposed to have finished.

Not that it was your fault. You tried to give up after the 6th time one of Miguel’s explanations left you more confused than you had been before, but the man wouldn’t let you leave. When you tried to gather your stuff to call it a night, Miguel grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down to your seat and stating that “he was going to teach you how to graph logarithms if it was the last thing he’d do.”

And by god, it might be the last thing he ever does, because Miguel was looking worse for wear at this point.

Dark circles underlined his eyes and dark wayward strands of hair framed his face. About an hour ago, he’d pulled out his glasses- stating that the eye strain was bringing on a headache. He was hunched over the mess of worksheets and scratch paper between you- his phone propped up against his water bottle and playing a YouTube video that tried to explain logarithmic transformations to you for the nth time of the night.

You were trying your best to pay attention- you really were- and Miguel was doing everything he could to help. He’d pause the video often to ask whether the way the person explained it made sense or to peek over at the problem you were attempting to solve and make sure you were on the right track.

You’ve made progress- you actually knew what a logarithm was now, so that was good. And Miguel had related logarithmic functions to exponential functions in a way that just barely made sense- the only hurdle left to clear was being able to graph them.

And god- it was a big one. At this point, you were ready to give up- and were just waiting for Miguel to let you.

Your eyes drift back down to the YouTube video playing on Miguel’s phone. The words playing from the phone’s speakers go in one ear and out the other. You can hear them, but they sound more like a foreign language to you than a subject that you’ve spent the past two hours trying to grasp.

You narrow your eyes- trying to focus on the words of the man in the video- willing to do just about anything just be done and be allowed to go home- you’re considering faking a family emergency when all of a sudden, it clicks.

Maybe it’s the caffeine from the soda you got from the vending machine, maybe it’s the way the YouTube video explained it, or maybe it was your dead-tired brain being so desperate to be done with math today, that it simply manifested an understanding of logarithms into itself.

Regardless, you got it.

The secrets of the universe had been revealed to you. The power of the mathematical cosmos was at your fingertips. You felt on top of the world, and you couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across your face as you ducked down, working out one of the problems on your worksheet in an effort to test your theory.

Miguel hardly noticed as you started working through the problem. The poor guy looked half asleep as he blankly stared ahead at the video playing on his phone.

You finish the problem, grinning wide as you hold the paper up and tug on the shoulder of Miguel’s sweater. “Miguel! I did it!”

When Miguel turns to you, his face lights up. “You did it?” He asks excitedly- his normally stern, or at the very least calm, expression is split by a massive smile as

“Yeah! I understand it now!!” You reply proudly- beaming as you stand up and hold your hand up for a high five.

Miguel stands- nearly sending his chair toppling backwards as does- and you quickly realize your mistake as his open hand hits yours with a loud smack that sends a stinging pain across your palm. Miguel doesn’t seem to notice how you wince. “See! I told you it wasn’t hard!” He says, still grinning wildly as he pulls his glasses off and folds them, hanging them from the collar of his sweater.

“Oh shush.” You scoff- the tension from the rest of the evening no more than a distant memory now.

Miguel laughs- the kind of deep, light hearted laugh that makes everyone else nearby smile- and he runs his hand through his hair, getting the wayward strands out of his face as he picks up the worksheet you’d solved the problem on, looking over it. “Yeah- you got it right.” He confirms.

“I still need some more practice with it I think…” you add, trailing off.

“Well, not tonight.” Miguel says, nodding. Starting to pack up his stuff as he clicks the power button on his phone and checks the time, cringing at how late it’s gotten. “I kept you pretty late… sorry about that.”

You laugh, nodding. “Yeah. Definitely not tonight…” you pause, trying to keep your voice level as you speak your next words. “But, I’m free Tuesday?” You say, more as a question than a statement.

Miguel looks down at you- the remnants of his earlier excitement settling as a soft smile as he speaks. “How about the coffee shop by the residence halls? Around 4?”

You nod, a giddy feeling bubbling in your chest at the thought of seeing Miguel again- outside of the tutoring room too.

“I really am sorry I kept you so late. I didn’t realize how long we’d been at it.” Miguel says, his eyes flickering to the side for a minute- but the split second of nervousness is practically over before it even begins. “We’re probably heading the same way so… I’ll walk you to your car or the residence halls- or wherever you’re headed.”

You grin, packing up your own things before slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

“I’d like that.”

[luvrxbunny]

ITS A SURVIVAL RESPONSE??? WHAT DOES IT THINK WERE TRYNNA SURVIVE ☠️☠️

RIGHT????

but this got me thinking..

so let’s say miguel is an anti hero that’s more on the anti side and he’s not planning on doing anything to her but there’s a certain thrill he gets from slightly tormenting this pretty girl on her walk home.

he makes sure not to be super stealthy to let her know she’s being followed, but stealthy enough for her to not be able to actually see who’s following her.

eventually in a panic she corners herself in an alleyway and miguel decides to make himself known. he uses the shadows as a mask for his face let’s his form hulk over yours.

fear floods your body as he slowly rises over you and he smells you just completely saturate the air with your scent. it’s overpowering all his senses and he freezes.

you’re cowering in front of him, too scared to meet his eyes but then you hear a dull thud. you bring your gaze up to see him on his knees, his face looking up at you in a way that holds you. you can’t look away. your heart races faster as you keep eye contact and he huffs out a sad breath. for a moment you try to decipher what it means, it sounds sad, almost desperate in a way. but then you snap out of it.

this guys been following you for nights on end. you slowly walk around him, his eyes follow you and eventually his head as you walk to his side. he gives up following you once you get over his shoulder, his head falling forward so his chin meets his chest. you pause for a moment, shocked at how easily he gave up.

you can see his broad back heaving with his panting breaths and you examine him for a moment. you take in his large form, your eyes raking over him quickly before you make your escape.

miguel is left in the alley, immobilized by the sweetness of your scent, his cock throbbing in his suit and desperate to follow you again.

guys i think i talk too much 🤪

[miguelobsession]

It's heartbreaking to me how lonely Miguel is

Like I read his most recent comic run where he goes "my only friends is an alien and AI"

And I know people sometimes make fun of it for him that he has no friends or whatever

But that's honestly so heartbreaking when it's only him and Lyla

And the way Lyla must feel to see her best friend, the person that created her just fell more and more into a depression and not be able to do anything about it because what he truly needs is physical touch and comfort and she can't offer him that no matter how much she loves him

[dragonflyxparodies]

idk I thought it was fairly obvious in ATSV that Miguel is going to be the catalyst for all the anomalies and that he's trauma projecting and obsessing onto Miles as a scapegoat, just like all the other spider people. Canon Events gives their tragedies purpose. Absolves them of guilt - it was literally preordained, nothing they could've done would have stopped it, etc. BTSV will, I'm sure, have Miguel get his head out of his ass (+ the rest of the spider peeps) likely in concert with the villain who is similarly projecting his trauma onto Miles (or in contrast to him).

I keep seeing some frankly INSANE takes that make me want to poke y'all in the shoulder and go did we even watch the same fucking movie but also, we prob didn't, because of the different versions, so that just feels mean lol.

[muiltfandomsqueen]

Miguel O'hara x Female Reader

Warnings: romance, angst, smut, no comfort, hurt and lost love

Story type: one shot

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female reader

Fandom: Spiderman: Across the spiderverse

Word count: 894

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You had been working as a lab assistant at Alchemax for years when you first met Miguel O'hara. He was a brilliant geneticist with a sharp mind and a wicked sense of humour. You were immediately drawn to him and it wasn't long before the two of you had become friends fast.

Over time, your friendship with Miguel grew deeper and you found yourself falling for him. You tired to keep your feelings hidden but it was becoming more and more difficult to resist his charms.

One day while working late in the lab, Miguel cornered you in the break room. "What's going on with you, Y/N?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle. You looked up at him, your heart racing. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've been acting weird around me lately. Like you're trying to hide something."

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was about to come. "Miguel, I have to tell you something."

Miguel's eyes widened as he listened to your confession. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship." You replied, looking down at your feet.

Miguel stepped closer to you, placing his hand on your chin and gently lifting your gaze to meet his. "Y/N you could never ruin our friendship." He said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I care about you too much."

You felt a surge of hope in your chest as you looked into his deep brown eyes. "Miguel I care about you too." You said softly.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. You melted into his embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and safety that you had never experienced before.

The two of you spent the rest of the night, exploring each other's bodies and discovering new depths of pleasure.

As the weeks went by, your relationship with Miguel continued to grow stronger. You were happier than you had ever been before and you felt like nothing could ever come between you.

But all of that changed one day when Miguel was involved in a terrible accident at the lab. He was exposed to a dangerous chemical and his body began to mutate in ways that no one could have predicted.

As Miguel's condition worsened, you felt a sense of helplessness wash over you. You wanted to do something, anything to help him but you didn't know how.

In the end, it was Miguel himself who found a way to save his own life. He used his knowledge of genetics to manipulate his own DNA, transforming himself into a powerful new being with Incredible abilities.

You were amazed by Miguel's transformation, but you couldn't help feeling a sense of sadness as well. You knew that things would never be the same between you, now that he was something more than human.

As Miguel adjusted to his new powers, you couldn't help feeling like he was slipping away from you. He was becoming more distant, spending more and more time working on his research and experimenting with his abilities.

You tried to talk to him about it, to express your concerns and fears, but he always brushed you off. "I'm fine, Y/N." He would say. "I'm just trying to figure things out." But you could tell that something was wrong. Miguel was becoming more and more obsessed with his work, and he was starting to distant himself from everyone he care about, including you. Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore.

You confronted him one night, demanding to know what was going on. "Miguel, you're not the same person you were before," you said, tear streaming down your face. "I don't even know who you are anymore." Miguel looked at you with a pained expression. "Y/N, I'm sorry," he said, taking your hand. "I know I've been distant lately, but I promise you, I'm still the same person. I just have these new abilities, and I'm still trying to figure out how to balance them with my old life."

You wanted to believe him, to trust that everything would be okay, but the doubt still lingered in your mind. Could you really have a future with someone who was so different from you? Only time would tell, but for now, you held onto Miguel's hand tightly, hoping that your love for each other would be enough to overcome any obstacle that came your way.

Despite all their efforts, Miguel's powers continued to consume him. He became more and more distant, and eventually, he disappeared without a trace. You searched for him tirelessly, but to no avail. As time passed, you came to realize that he was gone for good.

The memories of your time together haunted you, and you were left with a lingering sadness that seemed impossible to shake off. You tired to move on, but your heart remained heavy, and you couldn't bring yourself to let go of the love you had shared.

In the end, you were left with nothing but bittersweet memories, and you knew that you would always hold a special place in your heart for Miguel. Though it hurt to think of him, you always knew that he had changed your life forever, and that was something you would always be grateful for.

[nyxlyn1]

Hypothetically, I write a story about Miguel O’hara?

But what kind of book?

One where your his daughter that was supposedly his “dead” daughter but you were just placed in another universe and he doesn’t know you’re alive, and you have no memory of your past life with him

(p.s this new you does inherit his half spider DNA so you are the spider-woman of that new universe) (and i’ll also make a playlist 🗣️)

[islandofthesnakes]

[sassykattery]

Love's Web, Finale: "Everybody Wins" Ending

Let's just get right to it.

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Smut scene: piv, creampie, threesome.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse. Angst. Heartache. MiguelxAltaira. DiavoloxAltaira. DiavoloxAltairaxMiguel.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

"Altaira..."

"No... No, you're not doing this to me," she replied. She pulled away from Lucifer, favoring her ankle as she tried to walk. Miguel quickly strode over to her, taking her arms in his to steady her.

"Cariño, you know what it means if we did this," Miguel answered. "I can't destroy your world, too."

"You don't know if that will happen!" She huffed, tears dripping down her face then. "I don't want you to go, Miguel... I love you."

"Oh, querida..." he murmured, cupping her face. "You tell me this now?"

[Has multiple translations; Miguel means darling]

"Better now than never, right?" She asked with a slight laugh.

"Ay coño... You're going to make me do something stupid," Miguel rasped, running his thumbs over her full cheeks.

"Love makes us do stupid things," she replied tearfully.

"But do you love him too?" Miguel asked. "You have someone I believe would take good care of you."

Her eyes went askance then. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up at Diavolo. Briefly looking back at Miguel, she turned, grabbing Diavolo's arm to steady herself.

"I... I do love you, too, Diavolo," she answered. "I have for a long time."

The prince smiled down at her. He caressed her head gently. For a moment, his own face turned pensive, and he finally looked up at Miguel, then back down to Altaira. After a few seconds of thinking, Diavolo's head turned to speak.

"Barbatos?"

"Yes, I can do it, my lord."

"Altaira," Diavolo turned his attention back down to her. "Could you love us both?"

Her eyes went wide. She hesitated for a moment, and then she looked back to Miguel standing behind her.

"Yes," she answered while looking at the spiderman, then looking back to the prince in front of her.

"What if you could have both?" Diavolo asked.

"I... Would you both be alright with that?" She looked between the two.

Miguel sighed very deeply, pinching his nose. "I suppose... having you in any capacity is better than not at all."

Diavolo chuckled and squeezed her shoulder. "You know I'd do whatever it takes to make you happy." He kissed the top of her head and murmured to her softly. "Would this make you happy, lamb?"

She nodded eagerly and finally smiled, something both men were relieved to see.

"So, how does this work so we don't destroy her canon?" Miguel asked.

"We just rewrite the canon," Barbatos answered. "Or rather, I would."

"You can just do that? ¿Que? ¿Como?" Miguel asked again incredulously.

[What? How?]

Barbatos smiled and tilted his head. "That is simply within my realm of practice. None of you would even noticed it happened."

Miguel frowned. "You're a dangerous one, aren't you?"

Barbatos stepped around Miguel but stopped at his side, murmuring to the human mutant with his head turned. "Indeed. So I will entrust la señora's life with you, but should you mess this up, I'll be forced to rewrite the narrative without you in it."

[The lady's]

Miguel's eyes went wide as the butler kept walking by. He looked to Diavolo, who merely smiled knowingly while he was still holding Altaira, who was oblivious to the exchange.

"So, uh, is this a custody exchange? How are we doing this?" Altaira asked with a laugh. Everyone chuckled, too.

---

Diavolo was pacing the Student Council Room, checking the time every thirty seconds, seeing if he had the right to he nervous they weren't back yet.

"Maybe I should call Bar–"

Just then, a tear opened in the room, revealing Altaira and Miguel walking in hand-in-hand while laughing and wearing flowery shirts and shorts. Diavolo at least felt relieved and immediately took her into his embrace.

"You're late," the prince muttered more so to Miguel.

"Like you haven't kept her past your time," Miguel replied coldly. "Besides, it was our honeymoon. I think we deserved a couple extra minutes."

Diavolo sighed and nodded, stroking her back. "Very well. Thank you for giving her back at all." Altaira finally looked up at the prince, making his heart melt. "Did you have a good time in Australia?"

She smiled wide and nodded. "I did. Thank you for the wedding present, I wasn't expecting a whole island."

Diavolo chuckled. "Anything for you."

Miguel rolled his eyes and sassed the prince, making a face and mouthing, "Anything for you."

When Altaira turned to face Miguel again, he quickly dropped the act and smiled down at her while Diavolo frowned behind her.

"So I'll see you in a month?" She asked, taking his hands in hers.

"Si, querida esposa, as usual. I'll miss you, mi alma," he purred, pulling her close and kissing her lips. "When you come back, we'll have to change your name."

[My darling wife] [my soul]

"Excuse me?" Diavolo suddenly barked.

Altaira laughed and playfully hit Miguel's broad chest. "I told you he wouldn't find that funny! I'm sorry, honey, he's kidding."

Diavolo looked to Miguel with a raised brow, and Miguel merely smirked back.

"Okay, I love you! See you soon. Call me," Altaira chirped, giving Miguel one last hug as the portal opened behind him.

"Te amo, mi vida," Miguel replied, kissing her forehead and walking through.

[I love you, my life]

"Now," Diavolo murmured, caressing her sides. "Why don't we go catch up, my sweet wife?"

---

"Slow down! I know you missed me–" Altaira whined. Diavolo chuckled darkly and pulled her up onto his lap, his hands gripping her ass possessively.

The two had barely made it to the prince's room in the castle. In the car, Diavolo was kissing and gripping her thighs at every opportunity. In the hall, he was already ridding her of various pieces of clothing. Finally in his bed, the Demon Lord sat upright against the headboard with his beloved human straddling his lap.

"Missing you doesn't even begin to describe it," he murmured, kissing her neck. His fingers kneaded the plush fat of her ass, and then he gave it a light smack, making her moan softly. "When you're gone, it's like a part of me is missing."

"Oh Dia..." she cooed at his sweet words, leaning in to nuzzle her face into his. He kissed her lips and brought her hips up to hover her cunt over his leaking cock, hard and ready to make up for missing time together. Sinking her down slowly, they both moaned as his very inhumanly thick length stretched her open. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he held her close.

"Ahh– Dia, so big," she groaned, falling more into his embrace.

"I know, lamb. I'll make you feel good," he murmured. He tucked her head onto his shoulder and took hold of her hips. The pace was slow to start with, letting both of them get accustomed to one another as the burn of the stretch began to dissipate, melting into warm pleasure. His hands rocked her hips back and forth gently. He kept the pace with one hand and used the other to hold her head, massaging his fingers into her scalp.

"Mm, Diavolo," she mumbled softly. "Feels good." He smiled and kissed her temple.

"Good, baby, I'm glad," he replied in a soft but lustful tone. He pinned her hips down to grind her against him, his cock rubbing back and forth against that sweet spot deep inside her cunt. She rewarded him with more moans and her walls beginning to clamp down on his length, making him grunt in return.

A blue spark in the middle of the room caught Diavolo's attention, and suddenly, a familiar blue tear opened up as Miguel walked through. He quickly closed it and strode over to the couple.

"Really? Now's not a good time. You already had your time with her," Diavolo snapped, possessively holding her against his torso.

"Ah, but I think she won't say no to this," Miguel replied cheekily, climbing onto the bed and kneeling behind her. "It might interest you to know our little esposa fantasizes about having both of us... at the same time."

Diavolo released his grip so she could sit up. "Is that right, my love?" He asked, tucking his finger under her chin to make her look at him. She looked away for a moment and then finally nodded when she met his gaze again. "You know I'd do anything to make you happy. Is that what you want?"

She hesitated again, and he could see it in her eyes that was indeed what she wanted. However, she had a hard time finding the words to say it. So she nodded instead. Diavolo lifted her up to help turn her around. He guided her back onto his dick, her moan soft as she looked at Miguel, who was taking his shirt off.

"Come here, mi esposa," he murmured, leaning down and forward to kiss her. Her hands immediately searched his body, as if she hadn't just hours before, earlier that same day, been in a similar position before it was time to leave their honeymoon. "Miss me already?" He teased her, sensing her needy behavior and feeling her longing touches.

"Mhm," she hummed against his lips. Her hands greedily went up and down, to the side and around, and all over his torso. Diavolo guided her hips into a bounce, causing her to moan into Miguel's mouth.

"Such a naughty girl," Miguel whispered. "But you're my naughty girl, yeah?"

She looked up at him with hazy doe eyes, clearly in a state of bliss as a red hue colored her cheeks and neck. Her reply was in that of a nod, followed by biting her lip. He kissed down her cheek and jaw, and when he reached her neck, he briefly used his venom as he sank his fangs in, just the slightest amount necessary for her to enjoy herself.

"What are you doing?" Diavolo huffed. Miguel smiled against her neck and began lapping up the little rivers of crimson running out across her delicate skin.

"It seems that if I just give her the smallest amount of my venom, it's almost like an aphrodisiac, one that makes her very... pliant," Miguel replied in a purr. "See for yourself."

Diavolo carefully pulled her back, now flush against his body as he gently grasped her neck in his hand while his other began to slink around down below, crawling across the front side of her to find her clit.

"Is that right, lamb? Do you feel good right now?" He murmured in her ear, then licking the shell of it.

"I do," she answered in a sweetened soft tone, her eyes fluttering. "I love you both... feel so good."

Diavolo hummed and used his own hips to thrust into her while rubbing her clit harder. She let out a higher pitched moan as a smile plastered itself on her lips. Both men became hyper aware of the sort of state she was in, so they watched her closely as her moans started to increase in volume and frequency.

"Are you going to cum for us?" Diavolo purred in her ear again. She nodded and turned her head to look up at him.

"Uh huh," she replied, smiling hazily. "Just a lil more."

She turned her head forward again to watch Miguel and reached out to him, and she smiled again. "Are you having fun, hermosa?" He asked, leaning in so she could cup his face.

Another nod, followed by a short wail as an orgasm ripped through her body unexpectedly. She rolled her hips back and forth to ride her high. Diavolo grunted and took his hand away from her throat, and wrapped it around her waist. He pressed his lips against her shoulder, but from the way her walls were squeezing his cock, he couldn't help but moan too and sink his own demonic fangs into her shoulder as he rode his release too.

When her orgasm had released her body from its grips, she sunk back against the demon prince. He caressed her and hushed her, kissing her temple and telling her how good she was for him. After several minutes, when she was calmed down, Diavolo murmured,

"I think someone else would like a turn."

Altaira nodded and crawled off of Diavolo's lap, over to Miguel where he was sitting and waiting for her. He had completely undressed and held out his hands to her to take. She took them, and he helped her onto his lap. They made out at first, touching one another and moaning softly into each other's mouths. When he'd run out of patience, Miguel took hold of her and leaned her back against the mattress. Her thighs naturally wrapped around his hips at the same time he slid his fat cock into her, making her whimper from still being so sensitive.

"Don't worry, cosita linda, I'll go slow," he murmured to her. He leaned down to kiss her, his body completely eclipsing hers from view as he slowly rolled his hips into her, just as he said. One of her hands snaked out to reach high above her head. She wiggled her fingers, and Diavolo took her hand to kiss it, lacing his fingers in with hers.

"Yes, love? What do you need?" The prince called out to her.

"Both of you," she murmured. Miguel huffed and slid his arms beneath her to pull her up right. His hands wandered down to hold her up by digging his hands into where her ass met her thighs, all while thrusting up into her with a softer force. Diavolo knelt behind her, upright on his knees, and kissed the back of her neck and shoulders while sliding his hands around front to squeeze her breasts.

"Better?" Miguel whispered.

"Oh fuck, yes," she moaned, her head rolling back into Diavolo's shoulder. They both admired the fucked-out look on her face.

Hands, so many hands, is what kept repeating in her thoughts.

"What are you thinking about, esposa?" Miguel asked.

"I-I want this always," she rasped. "To f-feel both of you is– ahh!" She got cut off by a rush of heat twisting deep inside her. "C-Close!"

"Yeah? You like both of us like this? You tell him that you had a little dream about this, and how you woke up dripping from how badly you wanted us to fuck you?" Miguel murmured, watching her fall apart right before him.

Diavolo kissed her neck and then nibbled on her ear. "Cum for us, lamb. Make it nice and pretty for us."

Her back arched deeply, and she sent one arm back to wrap around Diavolo's neck. The other reached forward to hold onto Miguel's shoulder. She kept her back pressed against Diavolo's chest while her hips were glued to Miguel's, grinding between both of them as she started to see stars. Miguel increased the pace and force, fucking her harder and deeper, making sure to reach that spot that had her babbling incoherently.

With one pinch of her nipple, a thumb across her clit, two hands on the crease of her ass meeting her thighs, a set of lips on her neck and crimson eyes boring into hers, her eyes widened as it hit her all at once. Her jaw went slack, and her brows pinched together as rapturous heat struck her core, filing out bolts of pleasurable electricity up and down her spine and limbs. She froze, her body so tight and rigid as he clamped down her walls around his cock. Miguel even moaned, nearly whimpering when he felt her pussy essentially milking him for all he was worth. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside and leaned forward to kiss her collarbone, groaning as he orgasmed and released his cum inside her. She felt his cock throbbing and a new heat filling her, and it made her whimper and shiver with delight.

When the moment had passed, she had fallen slack backward, with Diavolo holding her upper body up while Miguel kept her lower half in place. They could see how worn out she was, so they carefully laid her back down in the bed to let her rest. She was well on her way to sleep or passing out with the way her breathing slowed and how she became still.

Without another word, Miguel began to dress himself, his suit projected again underneath his clothes.

"You can stay until she wakes up. She'll be upset if you leave," Diavolo murmured as he walked away, finding lounge clothes for himself as well.

"Don't tell me I'm growing on you?" Miguel replied sarcastically.

"Oh, certainly not. But her feelings matter more than mine, and she tends to take it personally when you leave so suddenly," Diavolo replied in a monotone.

Miguel looked down at her lying peacefully asleep.

"You're not wrong."

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1. "But... The Canon."

2. "Only One."

[saccharinecoffee]

i have a ancestral obligation to hate spain and the spanish language but holy shit when miguel o'hara speaks spanish i cream myself

[everlastlady]

Love Me, Love Me Part 3

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✰ author's note: Hello! My heroes, villains, and civilians. Welcome back to part 3 of yandere Miguel series called love love me. I'm glad that many of you are really loving this series because it's inspiring me to continue and write it. I do plan on doing other Miguel stories so after I post part 3 I'll be working on other requests from my inbox and other Miguel projects. If you loved this series then please remember to blaze, comment, like, or reblog. Always remember to support your local writers and remember to eat some food, drink water, take your medicine, and take deep breaths.

✰ story contains: blood, violence, manipulation, yandere behavior, death, reader breaking, & villain couple.

✰: Story Parts: Part 1 , Part 2 ,

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♥︎ Daniel was glad to have found you. When Miguel had told everyone that you wanted nothing to do with the society, he found that suspicious. You and Daniel had a sibling like bond; you always told him that the society for your home away from home. So Daniel tried to visit but kept getting denied access to your dimension and Lyla gave him no answers and Miguel always told him not to bother you but he sounded so aggressive when telling Daniel to leave you be. So Daniel did his own research and tracking, and now he has found you.

♥︎ But he didn't expect to find you in such a twisted situation and he didn't expect Miguel to be holding you captive. Daniel was taking back by how you didn't want to go with him, how you wanted to say here with Miguel. But your body language and how you sounded different. You sounded drain and emotionless.

" What did you do to (Name)! "

" Nothing, you heard them, they want to stay here but you Daniel won't like it here much longer "

♥︎ Miguel walked passed Daniel and stood behind you as he placed a knife in your hand. Daniel stared at the knife and then at you. You wouldn't stab him would you? Daniel knows that you could fight back; he was sure that you and him could take Miguel on. He didn't want to fight you.

" Do it (Name) show me how much you love me and how much that you don't want to go back to the punishment room. Show the sacrifices that you would make for me, like I have made for you. Because when they take you away then I'll be alone again, we'll be alone. We need each other so do it mi amor~ "

" (Name) don't listen to him, he won't hurt you, I'm here and even of he tries to come for you. The others at the society will help and see how much of a sick fucker he is! Don't let him scare you into doing things you don't want to do, he didn't make any sacrifices for you, he doesn't love you, this isn't love... "

♥︎ You listened to both Daniel and Miguel. Miguel's words had split you down the middle whether to listen or not. But so did Daniel's words. Your mind had become so clouded that you didn't realize that Miguel and Daniel were yelling at each other. It wasn't until Daniel grabbed your hand trying to pull you towards him but Miguel also did the same. The two were playing tug a war with you. Daniel was telling you to stab Miguel but Miguel was telling you to do it. Both of them now screaming at you to stab the other; it was making you over whelmed that your body trembled you couldn't take the screaming.

Slice

♥︎ You stood in front of Daniel who was holding his neck as the red liquid stains his suit. He held his throat as he choked on his blood while looking at you. Miguel grinned and encouraged you to keep going and if you did then the punishment room would be gone forever. So once Daniel fell over. You got on top of him and repeatedly stabbed in the chest while letting out grunts. Daniel was already gone that you continued to stab him, the blood staining your clothes and skin. Miguel eventually pulled you off and made you drop the knife.

" You did good my angelito de la muerte, you go get cleaned up and I'll dispose of the body. Remember this is our little secrets if the others knew that we killed Daniel, that you stab him. Well both be in trouble and separated. You wouldn't be allowed back at the society and out casted but no one will know because this our precious secret even in death it's our secret~ "

♥︎ Like Miguel said he would. He disposed of Daniel's body and cleaned up the bloody mess. He even came in the bathroom to help you wash up. Even singing to you as he scrubs and washes the blood of your beautiful soft skin. Getting you into fresh undergarments and pajamas. You walked into the living room it eas cleaned as if nothing ever happened. Daniel was gone and that's okay because you have Miguel and he loves you. He loves you so much that he left behind the society because he was paranoid that someone could take you away like Daniel did. But now Miguel's obsession and behavior chahged his way to protecting Nueva York.

♥︎ He was now the villain of Nueva York and having you as his partner in crime was the cherry on top. Nueva York top villain couple how adorable. You did whatever Miguel told you and he never returned to the society he had cut all contact with them. But Jess and Peter eventually found out what Miguel did and everyone worries for you and are scared to think about what happened to Daniel. Miguel knows you are broken but he's trying to fix you. He'll make you stronger but not stronger than him.

♥︎ Your smiles and laughs brighten up Miguel's day so when he hears you laugh or sees that beautiful smile. Then he knows that he's doing a great job at fixing you. You adapted to the new lifestyle with Miguel. You don't understand why you love him but you know that you don't want to be separated from him. That the things he does for you that you would do for him.

♥︎ You'll never meet another him and he'll never meet another you. See it wasn't that complicated to get your head around. Miguel would glare at anyone who dare looked at you, who flirted with you, or hurt you. You remember coming home from shopping, thank goodness Miguel let you have a life outside the house. But now when you came home from shopping, you open the fridge to find the head of the man who was flirting with you when you and Miguel were trying to order coffee. He made you uncomfortable and when you rejected him. This man decided to call you a ugly bitch, but now here his head was on a plate.

" Miguel? "

" hm, yes hermosa? Oh you found the present I left for you! He was a lot of work and plenty of painful headaches but I did it just for you no one is allowed to flirt with you especially call you such disrespectful names, do you like it? "

♥︎ You nodded your head at Miguel who scoops you up in his arms and kisses you. You had grown numb to Miguel's behavior, you had come to even love seeing how far he would go for you. The punishment room was also gone and turned into a space for your hobbies and activities. So that room had all sorts of stuff to cater to your needs. Sometimes Lyla would join in on the activity.

♥︎ You and Miguel caused a lot of chaos in Nueva York but no one knew your guys true identities. To Nueva York you guys were villains who committed crimes. But when out with friends or around neighbors you guys were sweet and loving people with a healthy and stable relationship. Since you weren't from Miguel's dimension. Miguel would tell people that he met you while traveling. You weren't allowed to have a job or debit card so Miguel still worked and took care of you. He is a billionaire after all. You used Miguel's debit card to pay for things.

♥︎ He loved holding you close in bed and leaving love bites. Telling you how much he loves, worships, and would kill for you. How much that you two would be together forever and ever.

" (Name), will you marry me? "

Part 4 ?

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📖 Tag List/Miguel's Simps: @sukioyakio @quechulitaaa @miguelcvmslvt @homewreckingwreck @tayleighuh

Sorry if you aren't on the tag list when I tried tagging some of you Tumblr kept telling me that your blogs don't exist.

[cherryredstars]

"In a world full of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling.” ― Sanober Khan

"He was kinder, then. More carefree. Everything that his current life now lacks.

He remembers it. So, so clearly. He doesn’t need to ask LYLA to pull up old footage because even if years have passed, even if his mind were to decay with old age, he would still remember it as if it happened seconds ago. It is embedded in his mind, stuck between the different parts of his brain. It is a part of him, injected in his blood more strongly than the addictive neon chemical he needs to survive. Nothing, maybe not even death, could strip him of the memory of you. He knows, when that inevitable time comes, it will be your face, your voice, your eyes that flash in his mind and call him into a place of eternal rest."

Time and Clocks: A Two-Part Story.

Miguel O'Hara was nothing but a teenage boy, trying to get through his highschool years when he had met you. Since that moment, he never knew how much a single person, a single accident, a single slip of time could change someone forever.

And since then, Miguel O'Hara has hated clocks.

Chapter 1- Before: The Change

Out now.

Not every story gets a happy ending.