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❝ RICH BABY DADDY ❞ MIGUEL O'HARA

A TWELVE CHAPTER FIC BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR DAD'S BEST FRIEND, MIGUEL O'HARA.

MAIN PLOT: STEPPING INTO ADULTHOOD ISN'T A WALK IN THE PARK, BUT YOUR DAD'S BEST FRIEND － MIGUEL O'HARA －WHOM YOUR DAD TRUSTS, PROMISES YOUR OLD MAN THAT HE'LL ALWAYS LOOK AFTER YOU. EVEN WHEN HIS THOUGHTS OF YOU ARE EXPLICIT AND UNHOLY.

TROPES: OLDER MAN X YOUNGER WOMAN, AGE GAP RELATIONSHIP, EVENTUAL ROMANCE, EVENTUAL SMUT (NSFW - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

WC GOAL: 22,000

GENRE: EXPLICIT

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Act 1

001. THANKSGIVING DINNER 002. 003.

Act 2

004. 005. 006. 007. 008. 009.

Act 3

010. 011. 012.

[miguel-owhora]

Something like one day Miguel assigns you some task and in the process you encounter a variation of his and you completely forget about your mission, then Miguel has to go look for you because enough time has passed, only to find you half unconscious and very stupid, with clear signs that another Miguel fucked you.

I was actually hooked on your idea idk idk

TYPE — drabble

SYNOPSIS — what anon said

WARNINGS — 18+ , cheating but is it really cheating if it's a variant of your husband , cunnilingus , squirting , implied multiple orgasms/milking

FEM-ALIGNED READERS AND MINORS DNF, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED.

TAGS — @sweetcorpse , @tophamhat-kyo , @villainousdelicacy , @realitylemon , @gayaristocrat , @gaynesspersonified

MORE — this idea literally has me foaming and slamming inside my cage

This version of your home world isn't unusual. It's literally a couple years from '99, a couple years back into the past. Nothing unusual, nothing uncommon from your current year back in your original timeline. Swinging around your city is nice, the sky dark with the city lights polluting the night sky, preventing you from seeing the stars - that is, you never really did see them, unless if you went to the moon station. But that was only ever a privilege you got once you were older.

You spent majority of your youth in the underground part of Nueva York, living in the dark with only the city lights as the sun. You only ever stepped out whenever you wanted to rebel and when you went to college, and only ever moved out of the underworld - the name many called the underground of NY - when you got with Miguel. Bless his heart, as much as you adored your husband and how many years you've been living on the nicer side of NY - that is in looks, but just barely - you would always favor the underworld. You found that despite the reputation it earned, the people were always more real and down to earth than the people living overhead.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and just barely swerved out of the way before you hit a pole. You swung yourself up and landed on top of a skyscraper of a building, landing in what many would dub the classic spider pose. You peered over the edge of the building, overlooking the city in all its glory. Nueva York, as a whole, no matter how corny you would sound right now, would forever hold a special place in your heart. The people, the food, the diverse mixture of culture and background - that's what made Nueva York, Nueva York: just a clusterfuck of everyone and everything.

After a solid couple seconds of surveying everything you raised your hand to look at your goober - despite what Miguel tried to get everyone to say, it was a goober at the end of the day, a damn watch if you want to be simple about it - and began to type in it. You read over the mission Miguel gave you, just a simple 'catch an anomaly and go home' type of mission It wasn't one of those big bad villains, just some guy. Didn't even have a name.

You snorted to yourself as you lowered your arm and stretched, grunting as one or two of your bones popped pleasantly, blood flooding back to wherever it needed to go.

"I didn't know we had a Spider-Man."

The sound of Miguel's voice nearly has you falling off the building, and hadn't it been for your ability to stick to surfaces, you would've been a splat of flesh on the floor. You whipped around, startled, and found yourself looking at your husband.

...Future husband, as this Miguel isn't - first of all - your Miguel and younger than the early thirties man you knew and love. But it was still technically your husband. Technically. Unless if this was one of those world's where you didn't go overhead and stayed in the underworld, or something along those lies, somewhere where you never met Miguel.

This Miguel of Earth-547, Miguel-547, was younger than your Miguel, a bit more youthful, but no less handsome. Perhaps in his twenties, with the telltale signs of a lack of sleep on the heavy eyebags underneath his dark eyes, perhaps from studying so much. The thought has you almost snorting but you caught yourself as you stepped down from the railing of the building, looking over at Miguel with a slight tilt of your head.

"You don't. Not yet, at least." You replied, eyeing him with keen interest, mission forgotten.

Miguel raises an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. You shake your head, snorting in amusement. He's Miguel, he's your husband, just like when he was younger, back when you first met him, back when you first roomied with him against your will.

"Who are you?" Miguel asks, and you can see the regret written across his face. This time, it makes you laugh, both at his face and at the question.

"That's.. that's stupid. Nevermind." Miguel mutters, face darkening in embarrassment as he lightly pouted - frowned, whatever, he has the same face for both feelings - and looked away. It's such a Miguel thing to do that you choke and cough, laughing, and wiping away tears that never meet your fingers, not with your mask covering your face.

"I'd tell you my name but..." You rolled your shoulders, placing your hands on your waist. "I think Miguel would get mad at me for revealing my identity, even if it's just my name. I don't want to mess with any canon event. You know how it is."

"I don't." Miguel replied, glancing back at you with a confused expression. "And Miguel? That's.. that's my name. I'm guessing you mean somebody else? And canon ev- what the shock are you even talking about?"

Oh the irony, you thought to yourself. "Something like that, sure, and it's a long story."

Miguel pursed his lips and gave you a look. You grinned behind your mask, the lenses to your mask squinting at him.

"But I can offer you something better."

This got Miguel's attention and you chuckled, still grinning. Gotcha.

Which is how you ended up in Miguel's dorm room, stuffed between his legs and eating at his pussy. His legs hold you firmly between strong thighs, keeping you trapped and stuffing your face into pussy - not that you minded of course. It's your favorite past time, and why would you deny yourself the opportunity to eat your man's cunt like it's your last meal? You'd be a fool not to.

Miguel's voice is breathless and whimpery, a hand holding the back of your face as he shamelessly grinded against your mouth. He arched his back and squeezed his thighs when your mouth attached to his swollen cock, sucking on the sensitive nub. Your tongue dipped into his hole as you felt him tremble and moan, incomprehensible words of praise and encouragement tumbling from his mouth as he came inside your mouth.

He tried to push you away once his climax passed over, but you didn't budge, merely using your enhanced strength to grab onto his thighs and gently push them down. The position made him even more open and gave you even more access to the sweet, delicious slick that poured out of him, which you didn't dare let a spare a single drop and eagerly slurped up.

"Hah - ca- shock! - cálmate, pinche perro!" Miguel moaned, his thighs tensed and twitching as he danced between pushing your head away and humping into your mouth. He moved when you slipped into two fingers and began to move them, thrusting them in and out of his pussy with a certain expertise that came with someone who's done this before, and sucked on his cock.

Whatever you did, however you learned it, was enough to rip an unexpected orgasm from Miguel that had no buildup and caught him off guard. Even moreso when he felt liquid shoot from his pussy and he went unbelievably warm, but shock, if it didn't make him stomach flutter. His cheeks darkened when he heard you obscenely slurp, drinking whatever liquid he squirted out.

"What - what the shock was that?!" Miguel breathed out after you finally pulled away with a pop. Miguel felt something hot and possessive curl in his stomach when he saw the bottom half of your face - the only thing you dared to show him, the upper part of your face was hidden by the mask you wore - was dripping wet with his fluids. He watched as you licked your lips; and Miguel swallowed.

"You squirted," You said calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You pulled your fingers away from his pussy and plopped them into your mouth, cleaning them of whatever slick coated it, and Miguel stared with wide eyes.

He slowly blinked and looked away, beyond flustered.

"I never knew I could do that." Miguel muttered, panting.

"Well now you do, use it wisely." You replied, amused, lips curled into a teasing grin. Miguel rolled his eyes, but not unkindly. Your eyes flickered from his face down to the rest of his body and over to the lower half. His pussy was slick and swollen, the dark hair neatly trimmed, looking and smelling and tasting absolutely delicious. That never did change about him, did it? You could spend all eternity between his legs, eagerly doting on his cunt.

You snapped out of your thoughts with a little grunt as Miguel suddenly hauled you off the ground and onto his bed, flat on your back. The lenses of your mask widened and your mouth went dry when Miguel swung himself over your lap, straddling you. Your hands instinctively fell onto his waist, so small and holdable, and nervously giggled, licking your lips that suddenly felt too dry.

"What's - what's all this about?" You asked, flustered. Miguel seemed to pick up on this and smiled, a little dangerous, a little fond. He slowly rolled his hips down, eyes gleaming when you softly moaned, your cock, hard in your suit, eagerly responding to some stimulation.

"Just a little treat. You ate me out..." Miguel's hand reached down to grab a hold of your cock, rubbing it through the material of your spandex. "...So I'll let you hit."

"Fuck." You whispered, breathless. Miguel just chuckled, eyes dark and smile dangerous in the way that made you fall in love all over again.

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"Have you checked on [Name], Miguel?"

The sound of his AI's voice is enough to rip Miguel's attention from the holograms in front of him. His eyes feel dry as he gives a couple of blinks, vision straining from having stared at screens for so long. It takes a couple of heartbeats before Miguel could process Lyla's question and gave her a questioning look as she hovered near him.

"What?" He asked, intelligently, and totally not in a dumb way.

Lyla rolled her eyes, exasperated. "[Name]? Your husband? The one you sent on a mission?"

It was Miguel's turn to roll his eyes. "I know the name of my husband. Why are you asking if I checked up on him? He's reliable, he'll get the job done."

Lyla smirked in the way that told Miguel she knew something he didn't and could already feel his heart dropping to his stomach.

"What's wrong?" Miguel demanded, immediately on alert, his mind beginning to creep with different scenarios that made him stomach twist uncomfortablely.

"Nothing's wrong. He's fine, he's not hurt." Lyla paused and gave him a look over her heartshaped glasses. "He's just neglecting his duties for a variant."

Miguel processed the words and paused, eyebrow raising. "Variant?"

Lyla just smirked even wider, glitching and moving somewhere else, teasing. A set of coordinates appeared on Miguel's watch.

"Why don't you check it out?" Lyla chuckled, stuffing her hands into her pockets. "But just go alone, alright?"

Miguel didn't know if he wanted to strangle Lyla or himself. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his temple. He could already feel the telltale sign of a migraine appearing, and no, his lack of sleep did NOT contribute to it.

"Lyla, open a portal." He eventually sighed out, dragging a hand over his face to get rid of any drowsiness.

"You got it, boss."

The orange and colorful portal appeared in front of Miguel, lighting up his dark lab in a warm color, changing the texture of the area around it. Miguel took a moment to appreciate it, a moment to gather himself, before throwing himself in the portal.

He knew the world he sent you to was one of your guy's timelines. Just a couple years back into the past, nothing crazy. The whole mission was a simple one, even a newbie could've done it. He knew you could handle more, obviously, but the thought of you getting hurt, of losing you, that frightened Miguel. It scared him. And while he knew you'd get tired of basic missions like the one he assigned you, he wouldn't budge. Well, at least not now.

But he didn't think he'd end up in a rather familiar dormroom. Specifically, his old dorm room, in his bedroom. Familiar posters line the walls, little figurines scattered around, his old desk lined next to his bed and scattered with messy shit. It's nostalgic, and for a second, Miguel imagines himself as his fresh out of high school guy barely entering his college years.

What's out of place, however, is the body of his husband laying on his bed. He's not dead, thankfully, Miguel's eyes catching sight of the slow rise and fall of his chest, and if anything, seems to be half out of it.

His mask is pulled halfway up, from his nose and down being the only thing revealed. His lips are slick and bit, light bruises on his jaw. The pants of his spandex are pulled down far enough to reveal his cock, which lays heavy and flaccid on his stomach, and yet...

Miguel's cheeks darkened and his lips pursed when he saw the dried evidence of cum on your belly and cock. Miguel pixelated his mask away, sighing out of exasperation, even if his core squirmed in a familiar way.

Miguel walked the short steps towards his bed and hovered over you, taking in your frazzled and obviously worn out appearance. Miguel reached down and gently grasped your jaw, tilting your head to get a better look at you.

He was surprised when you softly groaned, squirming as you seemed to awake up.

"Miguel?" You slurred out, and Miguel then realized his variant must've had his time with you.

"[Name,] ready to head back home?" Miguel questioned, his voice quiet but a faint hint of affection tinting his words. Perhaps he should be jealous that a variant got to his husband, but he can't find it in himself. If anything, it was... kind of hot. But that was another thing for another time.

"Mm? Home.... wait-" You stirred a little, becoming just the slightest bit alert. "Which dimension?"

Miguel made a little exasperated face even if you couldn't see. "928."

You went slack, pleased with the answer. "Mkay, le's go h'me..." You slurred before promptly knocking yourself out. Miguel stared before slowly setting your head down. He gently pulled your mask down and stuffed yourself back into your spandex before scooping you up.

"Lyla-" He began but was caught off by the AI, who glitched into existent.

"He looks kind of cute. You're, like, his knight in shining armor - or would it be spider in shining armor?" Lyla mused as she took a couple mixtures of the husbands. Miguel didn't dignify her with a response as a portal opened up, illuminating the room in a warm colorful glow. Then, a thought crossed his mind and he paused.

"Did he even finish his mission?" Miguel asked Lyla, even if he knew the answer.

"Absolutely not." Lyla grinned.

Miguel took a deep breath but didn't get angry - he never did get angry with you, now did he?

"Send someone to finish it." Miguel asked as he slipped through the portal, his AI glitching out of air. Missions he damned, he had his own mission now: giving you the aftercare his variant failed to do, which, in his opinion, made him the best variant out there.

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[hadesrise]

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎’𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. nsfw content, werewolf!reader, bottom!miguel, heat cycle, breeding, knotting, marking, free use kink, monster sex, belly bulge, squirting, slight bloated belly

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. based on this and this wonderful thirst from a wonderful author.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Miguel O’Hara, who wants to be used by you for your own pleasure, wants you to ruin him, make his cunt take your big fuckin’ cock, breed him, mark him yours. He knows the risk of full moons, how it affects your werewolf genes and makes you feral, a stark contrast to the way you usually are. He knows how it can make you lose your mind, being fully consumed by the animalistic urge to just fuck and knot something, anything.

He knows and yet, he still chooses to unlock the door of the chamber in the Spider Society Base made specifically for you to deal with the heat cycle alone and away from anyone in order to prevent any accidents, claiming he has the responsibility of taking care of your every needs; the only one, that is.

Miguel O’Hara, who instantly drools at the sight of you growling and snarling, glowing yellow eyes tainted in lust and the urge to breed, snout baring sharp teeth that itches to bite and mark something, like an absolute feral animal. His wet, quivering hole clenches around nothing, heat pooling in the depths of his stomach as the want to be wrecked and knotted by you increasingly grew. You could fuckin’ smell it, the scent of his desperation and want, his prepped, lubbed up hole ready to be used. It causes you to let out a deep, hungry growl as you waste no time to manhandle him onto the bed.

Miguel O’Hara, who’s bent over in a mating press, his own claws scratching the mattress as each of your rough and heavy thrusts rips out screams from his throat and destroys his fuckin’ cunt, your big inhuman sized cock practically rearranging his guts and creating a bulge in his fit stomach. Hole utterly used and abused, Miguel couldn’t do anything but sob as you force him to take your cock, mercilessly pulling orgasm after orgasm, not stopping even after he’s violently shaking from overstimulation.

“Fuck! Wai— aghhh! T-too much—! Too mu— ohhh!” He would struggle against you, sobbing uncontrollably because it felt so fuckin’ good it hurts, only for his wrists to be pinned down by your clawed hand as you drill into him more, ripping another scream out of him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, sparks appearing in his vision. Drools and tears dripping down his face, his own cum covering his body, everything felt messy and filthy.

You let out a low snarl, the human mind completely shut down with your animalistic urges instead taking the lead. You could feel it, sense it, smell it — how much he loves this, being treated like a sex toy, like a female animal in heat, insides begging to be your cum dump, to be bred and knotted until his belly’s swollen. The knowledge causes you to bite down hard on his shoulder with a possessive growl, no doubt leaving a huge mark as the metallic taste of blood touches your tongue. The pain immediately makes Miguel toss his head back on the pillow, eyes wide, screaming and body convulsing, cum weakly shooting out of his cock from how much he came.

Miguel O’Hara, whose tongue hangs out from his mouth at the pure ecstacy, mind completely fucked dumb by you, vision unfocused as whines, moans, and screams erupts from his sore throat. He feels your big cock convulsing inside him and he trembles in anticipation and excitement despite not being in his right mind, abused hole tightening more around you, as if to beg for your cum.

Miguel O’Hara, who babbles incoherent words and stupidly begs for your knot like a whore, throwing away every bit of sanity and pride and dignity he had left. Desperate for your cum like a bitch in heat, even though you’re the one in heat right now. He sobs and begs for you to breed him, fill him up to the brim, get him pregnant. Let him be your personal breeder.

Miguel O’Hara, who moans erotically and loudly at the feeling of your knot stretching his hole and your huge load of cum gushing into him, thoroughly filling his womb as his cock squirts on his stomach that was still bulging. Eyes rolled back into his skull, tongue out, and trembling violently, unable to come down from the intense climax. You were still cumming, Miguel could feel his belly start to bloat from its amount, whines leaving his lips. A werewolf’s cum is twice the amount of humans, as expected.

He hears a soft growl rumble from your throat before you started purring, licking his shoulder and neck affectionately as your cock finally stopped shooting ropes of white semen, and he moans softly, your loose grip on his wrists allowing him to tug them off so he could touch your soft fur.

Miguel O’Hara, whose lips are stretched upwards to form a dumb smile on his face as he rubs his thoroughly bred belly, whimpering happily at your knot still not retracting.

And just like that, he limps out of the chamber with your cum still inside him only to come back the next day begging for you to knot and breed him again.

Miguel O’Hara, who knows he certainly won’t be able to walk for days if he continued this, yet can’t bring it in himself to stop.

After all, a good and generous leader takes care of his member’s every need, right?

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[guilty-pleasures21]

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

5. Okay, this is the real reason I wrote this.

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex including fingering (f receiving), blow job (m receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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“So, I've been analysing the sequencing results,” X began, walking into his office with her laptop. She didn’t look up as she closed the door behind her and made her way over to him. “And I think I've got it. Can you open the file in my folder? The results one?”

Miguel did as she asked and scanned through the list of genes quickly. “Wait. How did you do all this so quickly?”

“I'm a bit feral like that,” X joked, flashing him a wicked grin. She leaned over him to look at the screen and his stomach flipped as her breath tickled his neck. “Wait, there's another tab.” She grabbed the mouse from him and started clicking through the file, searching for what she wanted to show him. Miguel curled his fingers around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap and she giggled as he kissed her cheek. Then he brushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck for him to brush his lips along.

“So, I found that these three genes show up in everything,” X said, trying hard to keep her focus on the screen in front of her.

“Mmhmm,” Miguel hummed, sliding his hand beneath her shirt as he nibbled on her ear. She sucked in a breath when he snuck his hand under her bra and began massaging her breast.

“A-And they're all … involved in … transcription,” she revealed, losing her focus as he circled her nipple with his finger. Miguel chuckled as her head fell against his shoulder, her body ceding control over to him.

“And let me guess: you want to try editing them?” he suggested, amused. X whimpered as she nodded in agreement and Miguel dipped his other hand into the waistband of her pants. “Bring me your plan first. Then we'll decide.”

She grabbed his wrist to stop his hand from moving lower down her body and he finally abandoned her breast. X sighed with relief, but then Miguel took both her wrists in one hand and flicked her button open with the other, giving him the space to drag his fingers along her folds. X gasped as a violent shudder wracked her entire body at the sensation and Miguel chuckled against her neck at her response.

“M-Miguel …” she stammered out nervously. “We're at work, querido!”

Miguel hummed against her in acknowledgement as he circled her p*ssy slowly. He slid his fingers down to her entrance, then caressed her hole softly, drawing her c*m out of her so he could coat his fingers in the sticky liquid. “Mmm, but it's almost six - no one else will be here.”

"Mmph! Migue-el," she whimpered, earning another chuckle from him. She tried to tell him to stop: to tell him that this wasn't appropriate and they really shouldn't be doing this at work. But how could she focus on anything else when his hands were travelling all over her body, his fingers teasing her most intimate parts as he brushed his lips and tongue along her neck?

“Cariño,” Miguel moaned, his deep voice rumbling through her bones. She was so cute, her small body wriggling against him as she grinded herself against his hand. He pressed his hand harder against her and tugged on her earlobe with his teeth before sucking on it.

She turned her head to the side and pushed her mouth into his hair, barely muffling the squeak that fell from her lips as her legs twitched around his hand. Shit, she had to stop this, she had to … She shivered as he tapped his finger against her clit, swirling her warm c*m over her sensitive nub.

"You’re already so wet for me, cariño," her wicked boyfriend murmured against her skin. "Do I turn you on that quickly?"

X felt his lips curve into a smile as he continued his slow, teasing movements: running his fingers up and down the length of her, pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger, circling her entrance at an unhurried pace. She closed her eyes as her head rolled back onto his shoulder, unable to withstand anymore sensory input than what he was already giving her.

"Nnh … I don't …" she began, her voice hoarse, breathless from the pleasure starting to overwhelm her senses, "I don't think … this is very appropriate … Dr O'Hara." Carajo. Hearing her call him that, her vagina completely exposed to the palm of his hand, his fingers buried deep in the soft folds of her p*ssy … He felt the blood begin to redirect itself to his centre, rushing all the way down and straight to his cock. He let go of her wrists and snaked his hand along her abdomen, inching his way back up to her chest. X squeezed her thighs together, trying to force his hand out from between them, but he held firm, pushing the heel of his palm against her to hold her open for him.

"But you just made an excellent discovery, querida," he pointed out, as if that was sufficient enough a reason to justify his current actions. "I think you deserve some kind of reward." He brushed his nose along her neck and scissored her clit between his fingers, coaxing a weak whimper out of her. Oh god. He was actually insane, this man. Actually. Freaking. Insane.

"The science … is its own … reward," she managed to squeak out between gasps, her head falling over his arm as she tried to regain control of her own body. Coño, it was so hot how distracting he was to her. His dick began to harden at the sight of her helplessness and she tightened at the feeling of him poking against her ass.

"Mmhmm," Miguel hummed against her softly, the vibrations running along her skin and into her bones. "But I'll bet science has never made you feel this good though." God, the nerve of this man! He trailed his finger right along the surface of her clit and she jerked against him roughly. She was going to kill him. She was actually going to kill him! She was … Her head lolled back again as he flicked her nipple before cupping her entire breast in his large hand.

"I hate you so much right now," she told him, the words coming out in a hasty rush, but still conveying her rage. Oh god. Oh god, he was good. Miguel snickered against her skin, then finally moved both hands back to her waist.

"I need to taste you, cariño," he informed her, guiding her to her feet. He stood up and pushed her forward against his desk before kneeling down and pulling her pants off.

"Miguel!" X hissed as he lifted her feet one by one, yanking her underwear off her and onto the floor. She craned her neck back, looking down to shoot him a glare. But before she could stop him, he'd buried his face in her p*ssy, his tongue lapping up the warm liquid drenching her vagina. She felt herself stretch up onto her tiptoes involuntarily, then her torso fell over his desk as her body gave in to the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue on her clit.

"F*ck," he groaned, spreading her cheeks wider apart to give himself more access to her. "Sabes tan bien, cariño. (You taste so good, sweetheart.)"

She couldn't respond as her hips arched off his desk of their own volition, her muscles responding to him in all the ways he wanted her to. He stroked her messily, his saliva mixing with her c*m and soaking her thoroughly as she fought to keep herself quiet. Then he pulled her folds into his mouth, sucking on them and groaning against them with such pleasure that she heard a small whimper fall from her own lips. All of a sudden, she felt his muscles clench, his body going on high alert as he sensed something she couldn't. He growled and she pushed herself up, barely managing to get into an upright position before looking down to find his teeth bared in a snarl, his eyes red with fury. He moved between her legs, then shoved her backwards, onto the desk chair he'd pulled up behind her. Then, when he'd spread her legs apart, when he'd rolled her back to him and leaned over her, his hulking shoulders pressing down on her thighs as he gripped her waist, he relaxed. She opened her mouth to ask him what had happened, but any rational thought she had flew out of her mind when he embedded himself in her p*ssy again, redoubling his efforts as he licked and sucked and nibbled on her. She let out a squeak and he pinched her thighs in warning.

"Shh," he cautioned her, his heavily dilated pupils still fixed on her centre. "Someone's coming." And he pushed his face back into her, completely undeterred from his current goal.

"Hello Migue- Oh!" Holy shit! It was Dr Jefferson, the kindly older man working on tissue regeneration. Oh god. Why him? Why now? The man's bushy grey eyebrows came together in bewilderment as his gaze landed on X, firmly planted in her boss's chair, unable to escape from his vice-like grip beneath the table. "X? What are you doing here? Where's Miguel?"

She gritted her teeth at the question, trying so hard to stop the sheepish smile from taking over her face; to keep her gaze from falling down to her boss on his knees before her, eating her out like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

"Oh! Um," she hesitated, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. "Dr O'Hara-" He sucked hard on her clit, getting high off her use of his formal address, and she had to dig her fingernails into the edges of her seat to stop her body from shuddering against his mouth.

"He went to take a call!" X lied, pushing the words out of her mouth quickly. Dr Jefferson's forehead creased with concern as he took a quick glance at his watch, seemingly oblivious to her current predicament.

"Is everything all right?" he asked X, dragging on the conversation much longer than it really needed to be. "It's getting late. You should go home now, X." Her toes curled as Miguel slid his hands under the backs of her knees, looping her legs over his broad shoulders so he could begin circling her entrance with his tongue torturously slowly.

"Yup! We're almost done!" she squeaked out, trying to chase him away, the poor old man. But Miguel grinned - actually grinned - at the very suggestion. She could feel it in the way his cheeks tightened and his lips parted wide enough for his fangs to press against the outer edges of her vagina. God, she was going to kill him. She gripped his hair discreetly, attempting to extricate herself from his grasp, to pull him back and get him to stop, just for a second. But he refused to budge, instead digging his fingers into her thighs to caution her against the very idea. "Just waiting on my … electrophoresis results. You should go!"

She flashed him her brightest smile, trying to assure him that everything was all right; that he could leave and let her come as loudly as she wanted to, as violently as her boss - her actual effing boss - could get her to. She closed her eyes and forced her head to keep still, concealing the way her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Miguel finally slid his tongue inside of her, lapping at her walls messily and hitting all of her most sensitive spots.

"All right," Dr Jefferson finally relented, grabbing on the door handle to pull it shut again, "but don't stay too late. I'll see you tomorrow, X!" And finally, he left, just in time for the contractions to begin shuddering through her body, pulsing up and down her spine as she convulsed against Miguel's mouth. She kept herself from moaning his name, afraid that Dr Jefferson was still within earshot, still close enough to catch them in the middle of their indecent act. Then, finally, they lessened, petering out until she was slumped against the backrest. Miguel pulled back and looked up at her, the bottom half of his face covered in a sticky, glistening liquid; in her sticky, glistening liquid. She swallowed hard at the sight and her stomach flipped on its head as he grinned at her, her normally stoic and grumpy boss looking at her like a little boy who’d just been caught with his face in his favourite dessert. She sighed and stood up, pulling him to his feet before leaning over to grab some tissues and begin cleaning his jaw.

"I really, really hate you so much right now," she told him, not meaning it at all. His lips softened into a smirk and he wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her to him and begin kissing her again - sloppy, lazy kisses that had her sinking against him and grazing her fingernails along the back of his neck and down his spine. God, he was so hot. So strong and well-built and so large next to her. He slid his hands up her sides and hooked his thumbs into the bottom of her bra, pulling it off along with her shirt so she was standing bare before him.

"P*ta madre," he groaned, rubbing his thumbs across her stiffened nipples. "You're so f*cking beautiful, cariño." She was so perfectly built: hard and soft in all the right places, tanned and smooth and so, so delicious. He moved his hands down to her ass, grabbing onto it and arching her back so he could press his lips against her breast, pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it thirstily. He moaned with pleasure, relishing the feeling of the rough surface against his tongue.

"Miguel," X breathed, her fingers sliding into his hair and running along his scalp. He pulled on her nipple one more time, then licked his way up to her collarbone, piercing her skin lightly with his fangs. He ran his fingers up to her breasts again and kneaded the soft flesh with his large hands before he dropped them back down to her waist. Then he lifted her up and onto the edge of his desk and fixed his eyes on her centre: the part of her that was just waiting to welcome him into its tight grasp. He dragged his thumbs along the sides of her vagina, applying just enough pressure to spread her apart so he could see where he would fit into her.

"Mierda, arañita," he cursed, his voice low and thick with desire, "you're so small." She shuddered at his gruff tone and tried to squeeze her legs together, her body heating up as she regained enough awareness to realise how exposed she was in her own workplace right now. But he held her firm, wrenching his gaze away from her centre to frown at her.

“Miguel!” she whined, her eyes flicking to the door in apprehension. “We're at work, querido!” She wriggled and squirmed beneath him, her lips twisting into a pretty little pout as she gave him a beseeching look. But that only seemed to please him more. He grinned and pulled her flush against him as he leaned forward over her shoulder.

“Work ended half an hour ago, arañita,” he informed her cheekily, brushing his lips and tongue along the length of her neck. X gripped onto the collar of his shirt and let out an embarrassed whimper, drawing a snicker out of her insane boyfriend. “Quitalo, querida. (Take it off, darling.)”

He moved his mouth to hers and eased her lips apart with his tongue. X gave a defeated sigh and did as he requested, her slender fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt as he continued kissing her. She made quick work of his belt and pants before sliding her hands up his solid chest to take his shirt off. He kept his mouth on hers as he shrugged his sleeves off, then stepped out of his trousers so there was nothing left to get in the way of their bare skin. He pulled her body against his and she moaned at the feeling of his hard pectorals against her soft chest, the sharp lines of his abdomen pressing into her stomach, the huge bulk of his cock sliding against her slick clit. Oh god, he felt good. So extremely good.

"Shit, Miguel," she breathed, running her hands all over the corded muscles of his back. "You feel so good, querido." He buried his face in her neck and squeezed her ass, holding her firmly against him.

"Not as good as you, cariño," he argued. "Eres perfecta, mi amor."

He nipped on her earlobe and X felt a delighted warmth spread through her chest at his praise. She pushed at his shoulders gently, gesturing for him to move back. Miguel raised an eyebrow in question, but obliged anyway.

Her eyes trailed along his body as she stood up, admiring his tanned skin and perfectly sculpted muscles. His features softened when she looked up at him again and he bent down to give her a quick kiss, barely managing to catch her lips through her beaming smile. She placed her hands on his chest, holding onto him for balance as she stretched up onto her toes and began nibbling along the edge of his jaw. Miguel sighed as she began making her way down his body, licking and sucking and biting him with an agonisingly slow precision. She lowered herself to her knees and traced the outlines of his abdomen with her tongue, memorising each groove and plane carefully. He sucked in a breath as she took hold of him and slid her fingers along his length, appraising him carefully. And then, maldita sea, then she wrapped her tongue around him, pulling him into her mouth and sucking on him before dragging him back out again. His entire body rumbled with a groan and she grinned with delight before doing it again. He twisted his fingers into her hair as she continued her task, gripping the back of her head and pulling her closer, closer, until he was submerged in her entirely, the tip of his cock brushing up against the back of her throat. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as she swallowed around him and he felt the sticky prec*m begin to leak out of him already.

"Te necesito (I need you)," he pleaded with her, breathless with anticipation. "Ahora, cariño. Now."

A chill ran down her spine at the assertiveness in his voice, but she barely had time to react before he'd wrenched her to her feet, lifting her up and depositing her back on his desk to spread her wide open for him. His chest heaved with shallow breaths as he ran his finger along her wet folds, then pushed it inside of her, warming her up for him. She gasped at the sensation, momentarily disoriented by the speed with which he'd turned the tables back on her. Then she peeked up at him from beneath her dark, curling lashes, her almond-shaped eyes so big and so beautiful, and he growled, removing his finger to take himself in hand. She bit her lip as he notched the tip of his cock to her entrance and began easing himself inside of her.

“Such a good girl, arañita,” he praised her, grabbing both her ass cheeks in his hands and spreading them apart to give himself even more space to fit inside of her. "Always taking me in so f*cking perfectly. Maybe next time, you'll think twice before interrupting me in the middle of a work dinner.”

She almost didn't hear what he said, so focused was she on the feeling of him nestled so securely inside of her. But then he brought up the dinner and she scoffed incredulously.

“Maybe next time, I won’t think at all, querido,” X teased him, sliding her hands up and down his hard chest. “Not if you’re going to reward me like this, amor.” She grinned and pecked his lips quickly, coaxing a smile out of him. Miguel leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers.

“This isn’t a reward, querida,” he informed drily, his hips beginning to move against hers. “It’s supposed to be a punishment.” He brushed his tongue against hers, kissing her soft and slow.

“Mmm. If this is what it's like to be punished, then maybe I should be a bad girl more often,” X suggested, wrapping her arms around his neck and sliding her fingers into his hair.

“Ay, p*tas, arañita,” he sighed, resting his forehead on her shoulder. She nipped his earlobe and he tightened his grip on her waist. X giggled at his reaction.

“¿Qué pasa, doctor?” she murmured in his ear. “Aren’t you going to punish your naughty little arañita?” Miguel growled at her words, then straightened to frown at her. She continued looking up at him with that sweet smile of hers and he pulled himself out of her before slamming his hips back against hers. X gasped as he began thrusting himself in and out of her, his punishing pace causing his desk to creak beneath her. X rested her hand on the table, trying to keep herself upright. But then her back arched as her body stretched itself out in pleasure and she sank back onto the table.

Mierda, she was cute, biting on her lip while she gripped the edge of the table. She let out a moan as her body contracted and Miguel slid his hands along her curves before climbing on top of her.

“Querida,” he whined, nudging her head to the side with his nose. He nipped at her earlobe and pulled her back off the table, curling her against him. She shivered as she came, her cute little body shuddering in his arms, and Miguel felt himself approaching his edge as her tight little p*ssy squeezed his dick. He sucked in a breath as his body tightened, then relaxed again when he reached his orgasm, his c*m shooting out of him and painting her walls white. He panted heavily when he was done, trying to catch his breath as he lay on top of her.

“Miguel,” X moaned, her eyes flitting over to the door of his office. She returned her gaze to his and smacked him on the shoulder. “Put your clothes back on, querido! ¡Estás loco, mi amor!”

Miguel grinned and nipped her lower lip before pressing his mouth to hers and kissing her. She smiled as his tongue tangled with hers and slid her hands up his chest to cup his cheeks. She kissed him back a little more, then pushed him away from her so their lips pulled apart.

“I'm serious, Miguel,” she told him, her voice gentle but firm. Miguel sighed, then began pushing himself off his desk.

“Vale.” He pulled himself out of her and X flinched in surprise at the sudden absence of him. Then she squeezed her legs together and started picking her clothes off the ground.

“What do you want for dinner, querida?” Miguel asked, pulling his trousers back up over his hips. X stopped to consider the question. He was planning to go after a new villain that had shown up in the city a day or two ago, so they probably wouldn't have that much time to spend on dinner. But she wanted to make sure he had enough energy to fuel him for whatever battle he'd be forced to engage in that night.

“Pepper Lunch?” she suggested, zipping her pants back up. “But we can go anywhere you want. I'm fine.”

She straightened and turned to face him, her brows already crinkling with concern at the thought of him going on a mission tonight. Miguel pulled her into a hug, his stomach churning with guilt at the apprehensive look on her face. She always supported him in his Spiderman duties, watching over him through his cameras and tracking his movements carefully. But he knew she secretly wished that he'd stay at home with her instead, safe and sound right where she could see him. “We can go for Pepper Lunch.”

Tags: @heubstr

[imagine-shenanigans]

hey guys i haven't even had a chance to see atsv yet i just know spoilers and i want this man biblically, i'm talking carnally, i want him in a way that hurts feminism, i want to bring the whole damn movement down so i can be his stupid little housewife and raise his damn kids so i can watch him be happy and then also get railed into losing every brain cell i have

anyway here's some abo headcanons, they include spoilers for the movie/his backstory probably because idk what is and isnt a spoiler because i havent seen it yet.

also this one works a bit differently than my normal layout, it goes SFW and then dips NSFW and ends with more SFW but they're all clearly labeled!

Reader is written gender neutral with they/them and the nsfw section has afab and amab sections, but since I'm Nonbinary and AFAB that's probably how it's gonna come off for most of the reading, just to warn you!

Miguel O'Hara x Reader N/SFW ABO Headcanons

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5k words

Content Warnings (tell me if I miss any): Dubcon, ABO, Obsessive Behavior, Toxic behavior, Omega reader, Alpha Miguel

For these headcanons we're gonna exist in a weird liminal space where Gabi is like, five to six or so and he brought her home with him or some shit idk man I just think he's a hot single father anwyay, also this is assuming omega reader because i think it's hot

if anyone wants a version where Miguel follows more canon and he still lost his kid and came back you're free to request that too i love that shit, just for this specific one i wanna raise his damn kids so-

SFW

Alpha, big alpha energies.

Miguel is the type of guy who's pretty obsessive with what he claims as his, I would honestly say borderline yandere vibes without fully delving into it - his mental state in this au/situation is also a lot better since he still has his daughter, so he's genuinely a lot less "feral" than he tends to get without her, even though in this we'll say he did almost lose her.

So when he claims someone, he's going to be damn sure he means it.

This ones a bit of a general headcanon but he doesn't really have a type when it comes to the people he likes, other than he needs someone who's interesting to him. Whether it's because you're hotheaded, or even keeled, whether you're snarky or sweet, he just needs something for his brain to latch onto.

Not a love at first sight guy but he is an "obsession I can't place" kind of guy.

Miguel has really enhanced senses when it comes to scenting, so it takes some damn strong suppressants and scent blockers to completely block him out... which if we're pretending reader here is falling with the abo trope of "hiding being an omega" (which we are because I love tropes) is just what gets him obsessed. Clothing and perfume that masks your scent, suppressants and scent blockers, and a confident attitude are all enough to throw most people off the (forgive my pun) scent.

But not Miguel.

His spider DNA has the animalistic side to it that fucks with his hormones regardless, makes it easier for him to pick up on the pheromones that even most attentive alphas can't, he's damn near a personal lie detector with how smart he is and how attuned he is to what his nose and instincts tell him, even when he's using serums to keep the more feral urges at bay.

He can only get a whiff of you, fainter than most betas, and it drives him fucking insane knowing he can smell something but he can't figure it out. He can't place it, and it nags at his brain. He can smell a whiff of flowers, or sugar, or something undeniably citrus (depending on what you headcanon your own smell to be) but he can't place it and he hates that shit.

Ends up pulling some traditional alpha shit and he can't even help it, starts trying to crowd you until you kick him in the shin or Peter B or Jess shoos him away. He has to figure out what it is, he has to know.

It only gets worse when he brings Gabi in (a babysitter fell through) and you end up butting your way in to play with Gabi and Mayday, delighting in watching them for the day instead of whatever you were supposed to be doing. They're both so cute and sweet.

Gabi smells primarily like cinnamon and a bit like dewey grass - she's not old enough to have presented yet, but her basic scent, unaffected by the secondary gender hormones, is simple and sweet, reminds you of a summer morning.

She takes after her father in that regard - Miguel smells *warm* and a bit musky, like trees and cinnamon and, a bit like a camp fire. A small tinge of oil, when you pick it apart, and you can't tell if its from the lingering scent on his skin after fixing a broken machine nobody else could, or if that's part of his natural scent.

(Mayday smells like marshmallows, and carmel, funnily enough)

When you take care of Gabi and Mayday, your scent lingers on their skin, mixes and twists in a way that Peter B can't notice but Miguel can. It's all he can do not to be a damn freak and pick his baby girl up and sniff her hair to try and figure out why she smells like that (not in a creepy way, to clarify because there are some freaks on here, but in the same way a dog gets baffled by smelling you use a new perfume, or in the way of when you pick your kid up and go "WHY DO I SMELL CANDLES ON YOU WHAT WERE YOU DOING")

He almost can't stand how his head swims when he watches you pick Gabi up and gently throw her up in the air a bit, watching you let her climb onto you while you're distracted just like Mayday does. Soothe her tears when she accidentally breaks a toy because she's still learning to control her super strength.

He doesn't know that he wants you either, not until long after he's already manifested feelings. Doesn't realize how protective he is, doesn't realize how differently he treats you. He doesn't realize he's lingering in your area just long enough to make sure he can fill his nose with the faint scent you give off.

He assumes you're a beta - not that it mattered to him, really. Miguel would just as soon marry another alpha as he would a beta or an omega, as long as it's you.

He doesn't realize what he's doing until he's got a piece of your clothing in his hands, holding it in the dead of night up to his nose. A scarf or a glove or a jacket you'd leant to Gabi during the day and she'd spilled her juice on it and he'd taken it home to wash it.

He can smell his daughter's scent, louder than life, so familiar he could have a handful of pepper thrown at him and he'd still be able to wrap his arms around her and move her out of harm's way in the direst of straits.

And then there's yours, linger, mingling with his daughter's scent, and it's the parent of his child.

It's not, it's not the woman who birthed Gabi, it's not the woman who contributed to making her. It's you, the only other person he ever wants near his child in that capacity. And it's intoxicating. It's infuriating. It's overwhelming because the full breadth of his own emotions is so strong as he realizes what he's been doing. And he can't even tell you because he holds himself to a specific standard, a specific code of ethics, and even though he wants to risk it all just so his hindbrain (both alpha and spider and his own human instincts all mingling in one) can have his little loves all wrapped up in his arms, safe where he can protect them.

He only just has the strength to wash the piece of cloth and return it. It takes everything he has not to cling to it, to make a pretty little nest to protect his family in, webs and pillows and fabric, a basis of protection so you can properly make it your own and -

He controls himself, and returns the scarf the next day, leaving it on your desk because he can't bear to look you in the eyes.

The days struggle by, a stark contrast to his normal snark, to lingering in your space and snorting and rolling his eyes. To being by your side more than he normally is. It's disheartening, it makes you feel rejected, and he knows it.

But he doesn't stop, this tension that can cut through the air lingering. Even Gabi and May notice it, the older girl frowning and the younger fussing when the two of you are in the room together.

And then your heat happens.

(brief bullet point break because there's a limit to how much you can have in one bulleted section on tumblr and I don't remember what it is but I'd rather just break here)

You've been on suppressants and scent blockers for years now. Being in your line of work (whether you headcanon this as a spiderperson version of you, or a different kind of superhero, or a civillian all working in the society) it's necessary. Omegas aren't rare but they're not the majority of the population like betas are. In Nueva York, it's a coin toss if you'll be fought over in the streets like some prize to be won, or if you'll be coddled like a child who can't figure out what's best for them.

It's half safety half preference at this point, from your original universe's standard (before it had burnt to cinders before you), and this one's. Your suit, your meds, and your behavior, they're all meant to mask and confuse.

But you can only make it so long on the prescription you've got, the long-lasting shots that were more reliable than a pill. The scent blockers go first - not by design, but by chance. You'd been giving yourself lower doses since you'd wound up in Nueva York, supplementing it with deodorants and lotions swiped from stores and hospitals that could afford to spare the supplies when you can't buy it covertly. But you'd still been low in comparison to your suppressants.

You shower more frequently, lather yourself with soaps and deodorants and lotions of different scents and ones that have blocking effects, and for the most part it works. You can't quite fool Gabi - too smart, too tuned in to your emotions like her father could be. She's got a sharp nose, and she wrinkles it when she can smell how confusing your scent is. She asks questions, and you can't lie your way out of it, but you are able to bribe her so she's distracted long enough that she forgets the question. Miguel notices, when he picks up Gabi, but he can't quite figure out exactly what's wrong, and you leave so fast (he assumes with the tension that lingers between the two of you) that he can't figure it out.

You're so certain you're in the clear.

But then your shots run out, and even you can't get more without a prescription. And while your health information would never go through Miguel, you know that the medispiders have to go through him or Lyla for any heavy duty things like suppressants, because they have to be resourced more carefully.

And your last doctor, although wildly shady, and incompetent, and operating out of an apartment, was right about one thing - suppressants will rot you from the inside out if you're not careful. If you don't let a natural heat occur, it will only be worse in the long run. (Although you suppose he probably had a greasier, grosser reason for telling you that.)

And rot you from the inside they have - all your natural reactions to a heat, all your normal bodily functions don't work properly, when confronted with something they haven't seen in years. You know within seconds of your suppressants flushing out of your system what's going on. You're still in the pre-heat phase of things, and you feel like you're dying. You aren't, and you know you aren't, but you feel nauseous and feverish and incoherent within an hour tops. Only long enough to let you panic and send a text to Miguel that you can't watch Gabi like you'd planned. That you're going out ad you won't be back awhile. You leave your phone in your room, when you pack your bag and head for the nearest somewhat reputable hotel that you can afford. You brace the door with the dresser, explicit instructions left for the front desk to, under no circumstances, contact you for the next week.

You get an order of pre-made meals to slap into the fridge, water and juice and all sorts of drinks and things shoved haphazardly inside once the bot brings it in through the window. You're barely coherent enough to retain control to crush the landline, rendering it inoperable, before you barricade the rest of the room.

You're definitely not in control when you nest, blankets and pillows and clothing all thrown haphazardly around as you go fully out of your gourd.

You're damn well out of your mind by the time you would have normally realized the card you were using was in Miguel's name.

(another very brief line break in this portion for drama but also so I don't hit any limits)

Miguel is pissed when you leave so suddenly.

Sure, he's been avoiding you, and sure, you aren't actually together, but you're his damn it. You don't know it, and sure, he's not going to acknowledge it out loud until something happens, but you can't just leave him and your child and his child who loves you high and dry like that!

It's laughably easy to find you, to find the hotel you've checked into. He doesn't even wait to figure out the reason you left, he's so quick on his honestly kinda toxic bs.

Gabi is left with Peter B and Jess for a bit, and Miguel is honestly so smug that he finds you so fast. You were so sloppy about it. So quick to leave that even though you left your phone behind, in a moment of clarity, you barely bothered to take back streets. You used his own damn card he'd given you to pay for the hotel for two weeks, and to order food.

If he weren't half out of his mind with concern and anger about how quickly you left, he'd be angry you used the card without asking like you normally did.

(His hind brain purrs with it though, knowing he's provided for you)

He doesn't know what did it. Miguel genuinely doesn't know what he did to earn your ire in such a way, but he can guess. He doesn't think it's how cold he was, in the beginning, but he isn't sure that it's not how he'd warmed up to you. How, when he'd let his guard down without realizing it, that he'd flirted with you. Had that made you uncomfortable? Had every 'innocent' brush against you turned you against him? Certainly, it could be his absence, his sudden coolness and stonewalling. It could be how he refused to look at you, when you were in the room. Tried to hold his breath after he'd realized what he was doing.

He doesn't really listen to Lyla when she tries telling him things. He heard where you where, found out the room, and swiped a key before Lyla could finish talking about vital signs and behaviors. She knows to set his alerts to emergency only for the foreseeable future, because she's figured it out much quicker than he has, and she figures she'll at least spare herself the trouble. Gets Gabi set up with Jess for the night, and is on her way so she doesn't have to deal with what's about to go down.

He's surprised by the dresser in front of the door, when he tries to get in the first time. It's easy for him to move - he just lowers his center of gravity and pushes his way into the room, slamming the door shut before he can inhale.

The hotel room is nice, with a kitchenette and a small entry area with a couch and a television. The bedroom is just tucked out of sight. Exactly what he expected when he'd heard the hotel's name - he'd never been, but he recognized it.

And it's when he inhales, that he realizes why.

Your scent hits him hard and fast, chokingly sweet in the back of his throat in a way that makes his hindbrain roar. His pupils blow wide, and if he didn't have such a strong self control, he'd have torn the damn door off its hinges looking for you.

He remembers, in that moment, why he recognized the hotel. It was one that was best known for its handling of customers in heat and rut.

NSFW INTERLUDE

(We're gonna start with general headcanons and go back into the specifics of the scenario in a sec but it's all relevant fjasdkl;)

Miguel is a Dom-leaning switch, he prefers to be in control as often as possible, regardless of whether he's topping or bottoming. Nine times out of ten, he wants to fuck his partner until they're an incoherent, babbling mess, because he enjoys the power and control it gives him, enjoys the dynamic of it.

As he gets more comfortable with a partner, he's more willing to accept the idea of subbing, enjoying it more when he has someone he trusts behind the wheel, so to speak.

(Because yes, Alphas can be subs too - that's a whole thing I could get into and might if someone asks)

And Miguel, even normally, is already a possessive guy. He's needy, and stakes his claim, and when we're talking about abo Miguel?

Sheeeeeesh

The moment he scents you in the air, the moment it clicks in his brain that you're going through a rut or a heat, it goes straight to his dick.

He damn near loses it, fighting not to tear the door off its hinges as he stalks to your room. Your scent is so strong in the air that even though he knows he should turn around, he still at the very least wants to make sure you're okay. So the sight of you, face down, ass up, fingers pressing into yourself, he almost loses his damn mind.

His pretty little wife/husband/spouse coworker, his crush, is an omega. It's almost too good to be true, and he can feel his fucking fangs extend, his mouth watering as he stares at you. You're too blissed out to even realize he's there, slick dripping down your thighs like a fucking faucet... and his name is on your lips.

He could cum untouched, could die a happy, happy man after seeing this.

He has dignity, and self control though, even as the force of your hit heats him. He's genuinely concerned, a moment later, his instinct to breed to claim tampered down by his need to care.

You cling to him, hazy, feverish, and incoherent. You beg him to claim you, to mark you, to fuck you. Miguel wants to, he does... but he instead kicks his shoes off but otherwise stays fully clothed, his cock so hard it hurts as he grabs the closest bottle of water, and an ice pack, and climbs into your haphazard nest with you. He probably should have left by now, but instead he seats you against him, your back pressed to his chest, and he presses the ice pack to your forehead, ordering you to keep it there as he makes you drink water, sip by sip.

You whine, and beg, and squirm, but you obey.

He fucks you on his fingers, once he's gotten some water into you. Hard and fast, leaving you breathless, tense, until you cum all over his fingers, oversensitive as he fingerfucks you into another one, and another, arms like steel wrapped around your waist as one hand pounds into you, the other wrapped around your dick or circling hard on your clit. It's not enough to genuinely sate your heat, but it's enough to help. And he doesn't trust himself to put his own mouth to use - barely trusts himself to speak, even though most of what he growls into your ear is, strictly speaking, complete and utter nonsense as he's caught in the moment. Every time you cum, he praises you, telling you how good you are for it. How sweet you look, with tears streaming down your face, cumming so well for him.

When there's enough coherency for you to have a conversation (but not coherent enough to be mortified), Miguel is able to get the rough gist of the situation. He really can only piece together that the heat is going to be a strong one, that it came fast, and that you had panicked. There's a confession, to be had there. He agrees to help you through your heat, but only under the condition that you're his.

It's toxic, and of dubious consent at best, but he'll pull as many orgasms out of you as needed to keep you coherent enough to talk to him. He's helped an omega through a heat or two, and he knows what he's doing. He's not exactly clearheaded himself, in making the decision - but he does make sure that this is truly what you want before he proceeds.

When he's sure that it's not just the heat speaking, that you truly do care for him, that you want him to stay even after your heat has subsided, he allows himself to indulge.

Sympathy ruts are common, and it builds slowly inside of him as he indulges in his instincts. Holding you, kissing you, pressing his fingers inside of you over and over and over again until you pass out. He keeps you wrapped up in the nest, adding his shirt to the mix while you sleep, but not trusting himself to completely strip quite yet.

Miguel is an attentive alpha.

(While you sleep, he excuses himself from the nest to call his daughter, to assure her everything will be okay, and he just explains simply that you'd gotten sick, that you needed him for a bit, and that he'd be back once you were feeling better. He promises to call every night, and he works out a schedule with Peter B and Jess in the meantime.)

(When you overhear him, voice so soft, so protective, so gentle, it half makes you want to swoon, and half want to climb on his lap and fuck yourself stupid on his cock until he fills you up so you can give his daughter a sibling.)

This man is going to spend a good majority of his time pre-sympathy rut fucking you open on his fingers and his mouth. He wants to make sure you're ready, wants to make sure he can enjoy this for as long as possible.

By the end of it, he makes sure to fuck you, nice and steady, a hand on your throat and his lips on yours. He makes sure you're nice and coherent for it. He wants to make sure you remember it, when he claims you. When his (fucking horse cock, the dude's packing like ten to twelve inches which is great for my chubby bitches like me) dick fills you up so full that you're almost certain you'll break, hiccupping and sobbing as you keen and wail, the nest below you soaked as he fills you up. His fangs sink into your neck and you cum, right then, his hands grabbing your thighs so hard he's sure it will bruise. He fucks you through your orgasm, knot catching until it slips inside. He rubs your clit/tugs on your dick as he finally knots you, making sure you cum just one more time for me, cariño.

normal Miguel definitely has a claiming and breeding kink, so it's fucking intensified by ten when he's omegaverse Miguel... let alone when the man's subject to his rut. You'll be covered in scratches and bites and hickies by the time you're both coherent enough to function properly again.

Which... for Miguel, is a solid few hours of coherency at a time.

For you? You're only ever coherent in short bursts, and it's like the peak of your heat constantly for almost the full week.

This next bit just mostly borders on nsfw/has some nsfw parts so i'll put it at the end here before going back to sfw

Like I mentioned before, Miguel is a very attentive alpha.

He's going to fuck you seven different ways in an hour with his superhuman stamina, but he's also going to make sure to actually take care of you.

He makes sure you drink electrolytes and water in equal measure, makes sure you eat, and sleep, and he bathes you himself, carrying you into the shower and keeping you pressed against him as he massages your muscles and washes your hair and body with a soft cloth, using completely unscented soaps and shampoos so it doesn't overwhelm you. Presses bandages to your scrapes and bites so you'll heal faster. Cool cloths and ice packs and fever reducing medicine.

He finds he has to bribe you, during this time, even for the most basic tasks like eating and drinking, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy having to plug you up with his cock just to get you to eat wasn't hot as hell. The fact that you need him so badly you'd rather forgo basic necessities... it's addicting. Granted, he doesn't actually let you - he's got enough control that he can make sure you're taken care of in all regards.

Back to SFW time!

After your heat itself passes, you're subject to the suppressant sickness that comes with it. Your fever has broken, but you're still nauseous and dizzy and fatigued as your body flushes everything out of your system.

Miguel is beyond pissed when he finds out why you're still sick.

It's reckless to not even have a natural heat once every six months, let alone taking your suppressants so solidly that you hadn't had one in years. If he'd known, he'd have said consequences be damned and would have bitten you the moment he walked through the door, and taken you to the hospital.

He doesn't care how embarrassed you are, when he packs all of your things back up into the sealable bags, and dresses you in his own clothing. He's almost out of his mind when he takes both of you back to HQ - only just remembering to take back corridors to the medic so they can check you over properly.

You've then got two spider people who are pissed, as the medic rants about how dangerous that was, how stupid it was that you did that, instead of just swallowing your pride and letting them help you control things. They order you on house arrest for a full month, to make sure your body can recover properly. No suppressants, no scent blockers (at least the medical kind) for a couple years, and only medicine that's medically necessary, and even then it has to be monitored more carefully.

Miguel lets the Medispider tear you a new one for a moment while he steps into the hallway, giving you privacy and space to figure things out with the doctor while he catches up with Gabi.

When you're done with the Medispider, it's not a question on if you're staying with Miguel or not - you really don't have a choice in the matter, he tells you. When you're recovered, you can decide if you want to move in or not, but until then he was going to personally keep an eye on you.

Gabi, who lacks the complete understanding of the why and the how behind it all, is just glad that the person they've been trying to scheme their father into confessing to is actually going to live with them. (Even if only for about a month.) She grins smugly when she realizes you smell like her dad.

Miguel lets you have pick of the house, when he carries you back to his beautiful, cozy suburban home. He leaves the proper tour up to Gabi, as he carries you both, letting Gabi tell you about everything excitedly. You stay in his bed (you two had claimed each other, and although Miguel does give you the option of your own room... you'd rather die than lose the comfort that comes with being around your mate.)

Miguel cooks properly for you while you stay with him and Gabi.

No more prepackaged meals, he sneers, instead making you chicken noodle soup from scratch, with bone broth and lots of vegetables. Breakfast every morning before he takes Gabi to school, tucks you in to sleep while he pops into the HQ to check on things. He's out of commission from missions while he cares for you, but he still makes sure things go smoothly. He's home by lunch, sometimes bringing you fast food instead of cooking so you can have your fill of a greasy burger or fries or something to sate the part of you that needs something unhealthy and indulgent. Holds you in his lap while you both eat, watching TV on the couch.

He finishes his work and goes on emergency-only mode when it's time to pick up Gabi from school. He tucks you into the passenger seat if you feel up to it, buckling you up himself and pressing a kiss to your lips, even though he doesn't need to. He knows you can buckle yourself up, and lets you do so when you insist, but it makes him happy to know he's taking measures to keep you safe.

He does force you to take a blanket with you, just in case though.

When all three of you get home, he makes dinner, sometimes with Gabi helping him, sometimes you, sometimes just himself. He has a pretty wide range of foods he ends up making, but it's primarily because they're foods he likes, or Gabi likes, and he learned to make them. He's a good cook, overall.

It's the best work-life balance he's had in a long time.

When you're better, he all but begs you to stay.

And god, how could you say no to him?

(Also for those who it matters for, if you do end up pregnant from the Heat Adventures he obviously loves kids and would love one with you, but if you don't feel ready/don't want to have kids other than Gabi, he absolutely respects it, and will talk about options with you. Granted, he'll be disappointed, but at the end of the day it's not something he CAN'T move past. Discusses birth control options with you almost immediately when the two of you get intimate again.)

[c0smicdusk]

Hey look its old man anger issues

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Quick Miguel rkgk using Ami Thompson's expression sheet as ref because I thought that Miguel fits the Akira Toriyama-sensei's style and in my humble opinion, I was right :D anyway, I tried :3

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Silk & Cologne (3)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - AO3 link (X)

Chapter 3 - Introductions - Previous Chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.4K+ words

Rating: PG - For slowburn fluff, made up spider-medical jumbo and depictions of body shaking/reactions. 

Summary: Miguel brings Lisa back to the Spider-Society to receive medical attention. 

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Miguel and Peter B. decided to split up. Peter B. would take the unconscious guards back to their dimension to stop them from glitching and causing a rift in the canon event and their dimension from potentially collapsing, while Miguel escorted the bitten woman back to HQ. 

Miguel carried the woman in his arms as he rushed through the portal, informing Lyla to have Spider-Doctor prepare the sick bay for his arrival. He could hear her pain, mumbling in her sleep. It appeared she was still experiencing the side effects of the transformation. Her head rolled around her shoulders to lean against his bicep, the touch causing Migel to look down at her briefly as he breezed through the Going Home facility, not even glancing at Spider-Byte as she yelled out, “What happened?!” 

Miguel’s expression remained stoic and serious as he kept running down the hall, passed the multitude of Spider-Persons who looked on with a mixture of confusion and concern and there were some who gladly stepped out of his way so he could continue on with no issue. Although he couldn’t help it, there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Of all the dimensions in the multiverse, nothing was supposed to happen in Earth-1218. Nothing of this magnitude, and now an innocent civilian was bitten and he blamed himself for it. 

He’d to make it right. By any means. Like he always did. 

He ran through the automatic doors of the medical bay, his mask destabilizing as he caught his breath, looking around frantically. “Doc?” 

“Over here, Miguel!” A Spider-Man wearing a lab coat and stethoscope around his neck waved him over towards a free bed. 

Miguel jogged over, setting the woman down gently as the Doctor attached some IV’s to her and dabbed a wet washcloth on her forehead to clean the sweat off her. 

“How long has she been like this?” The Doctor asked. 

“Almost two hours, I believe,” Miguel nodded slowly as he ran the numbers in his head, reliving the events over and over to make sure he was accurate. 

“Doesn’t like a female Parker,” Spider-Doc commented as he checked for swelling or bruising along her skin. “What dimension is she from?”  

“Earth-1218,” Miguel hissed with a ping of disappointment in his voice. 

“What?!” The Doc’s eyes widened through the mask. “But I thought with their dimensions physics and laws..?”

“It’s not supposed to happen, to never happen in fact, tienes razón,” Miguel sighed with his hands on his hips. “But it did. A Spider from another dimension escaped into that one,” - You’re right. 

“Do you still have it?” Doc asked with a sense of eagerness. “We could analyze it. We don’t know how the venom will react with her body from a dimension so pure,” 

Miguel reached into his suit, pulling out the small case with the dead spider in it as he handed it to the doctor. “Their Oscorp scientist mentioned that extracting the venom could kill her if she loses too much blood. I don’t want to imagine what will happen if it stays inside her and reacts horribly,” 

“My fluids will help her body fight any infection, but I think I can formulate a blood transfusion with her blood and the spider to create an antidote to stabilize her. She’ll have the venom, but it won’t kill her,” he explained as the eyes of his mask came to life, scanning and analyzing the spider. 

“Do whatever you need to do. I’m not having anyone die on me,” Miguel commanded with a firm point to the woman. 

“I’ll get started right away!” Spider-Doc carefully extracted a drop of blood from the woman’s arm, carrying the blood sample and the spider to his work station. 

As he worked, Miguel looked down towards the woman, watching her as she groaned, through the pain. He had no idea if she was even coherent enough to know what was happening around her.

He took a quick glance of her form and noticed her hand began to twitch. Sparks flew as her fingers and skin morphed into different shapes and colours as she hissed violently from the pain before returning to normal. She was glitching. 

“Someone get me a day pass, now!” He barked an order. 

One of the nurses ran over, grabbing one from a bin and handing it to him. He snatched it with his fingers before slipping it on the woman’s wrists, snapping it tightly on. The glitching immediately seized as the woman breathed heavily. Miguel began to pull his hands away, but almost instinctively, the woman’s fingers latched on to him for dear life. 

“What’s— happening?” She panted through the pain, struggling to open her eyes. 

Miguel saw something flash before his eyes and his first immediate thought was to yank his hand away out of fear, snarling. But hearing the pain in her voice. . . She was scared. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t her fault. 

“Just. . . Hang on. Just a little longer,” he breathed as he tried to relax himself. He pulled one hand away from her arm, but allowed his fingers to stay intertwined with the other. 

Maybe it was the sympathy talking, witnessing an innocent woman go through such pain.  But he didn’t pull away. He couldn’t. 

“Miguel!” Peter B. came running into the medbay, jogging towards him. “We got another problem with the mission,” 

“What kind of problem?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. 

“Those guards we took down? They never glitched when they were in Earth-1218,” Peter stated as he pulled out a chunk of worn out day passes from his pockets. “They were wearing these,” 

“Day passes?” Miguel gawked at the sight as he tried to control his anger. His breath hissing as his hand squeezed the woman’s fingers, but not too tightly. “How did they get those?” 

“I don’t know,” Peter B. shook his head. “I think. . . There’s a mole in the Society. I’ve asked Byte to look into it,” 

“A spy? Someone is foolish enough to pull something like this from under me?” Miguel growled as he could sense his anger building, and only then did he remove his hand from the girl’s fingers before clutching them into a fist. 

“Hey, hey, hey, easy! It’s just a theory,” Peter B waved his hands frantically. “Someone could have accidentally taken more than one and dropped them?”

“Considering the security protocols I put in place, I find that very hard to believe, Peter,” Miguel snarled, cursing under his breath. “Is this another one of Hobie’s stupid pranks?”

He tried to keep his voice down out of respect for Spider-Doc who was hard at work on the antidote, and the woman who was slumbering on the bed next to him. 

“Whoa, okay, switching the ketchup vendors with hot sauce, maybe, but slipping day passes to villains in other dimensions is straight up evil, Miguel, come on,” Peter B. shook his head tiredly. While he understood why Miguel would accuse him, Hobie did like causing trouble once in a while but never to that extreme. “He’d never do that,”

“I hope you’re right,” Miguel responded with a seething breath out of his nose. “Have Margo inform me as soon as she hears something,”

Peter B. nodded at his boss before he looked down at the woman. He saw the bandage on her hand where the spider bite came from as he listened to her pained mumbling. “Yeah, I’m definitely glad I didn’t bring MayDay over today,” 

“I got it!” Spider-Doc came running back, holding a vial of a colourful liquid. “I got the antidote!”

“You were quick,” Miguel commented with an impressed raised of his brow. 

“I am when it comes to potentially saving the lives of my patients,” He proclaimed. “Now this could get a little messy. Miguel, hold her down on your side, Peter, on the other, and gently please,”

The two Spider-Men did as they were told, each taking a gentle hold of the girl's shoulder and arms as the Doctor poured the antidote into her I pouch. They all watched with bated breath as the liquid seeped its way down the tube and into the woman’s body. 

“She’ll have a slight reaction, but this will help stabilize the venom,” The Doc explained as he brought out a monitor for her vitals. 

Miguel and Peter B. watched her closely before suddenly her body started to shake. Her fingers curled into fists as the sensors started beeping and while in her sleep, it was as if she were trying to physically fight the antidote as Miguel and Peter B. kept her pressed down on the bed. 

“This is slight?!” Peter B.’s voice strained as he tightened his grip ever so slightly. 

“Now’s not the time for jokes,” Miguel growled as the hand that was on her arm carefully moved to her waist as he pressed down on it gently. He watched the way her mouth twitched, wanting to speak, scream, do something. “No luches contra eso. Abrázalo,” - Don’t fight it. Embrace it.

He glanced up at the monitor as one side displayed a visual projection of the antidote coursing through her bloodstream, while the other showed her vitals as they slowly went back into the green. 

“It’s working! She’s stabilizing!” Spider-Doc gasped. 

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I felt like I was trapped in some sort of weird nightmare. I was running, and then I fell through the floor and into what I assumed was water, but it tasted awful, almost like poison. I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper. I tried to swim back up to the surface but it was like I wasn’t making any progress. I was just stuck. 

Am I dying? Is this how it ends?

“No luches contra eso,” 

I stopped when I heard the voice. It was slightly muffled, but. . . I knew that voice. It sounded like it was one of the Spider-Men that saved me. 

“¡Abrázalo!” The voice spoke up more clearly again. 

It really was him! I remembered seeing his face before I passed out. His strong posture, chiseled cheekbones and jawline, his hair and those eyes. . . 

“Wake up,” 

I stopped trying to swim. My brain and body embraced it all, and I quickly realized it really was a dream. That I wasn’t drowning. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Slowly, it was like the liquid drained and I stood on solid ground once again and as I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with a blinding light. 

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I opened my eyes to find myself in a hospital bed. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the harsh lighting, but everything was coming out so blurry. I could see there were people around me, but I could hardly see them. 

“What— what’s going on?” I slowly reached my hands up to my face, taking my glasses off and my vision cleared. 

Standing before me were Spider-Man, the navy blue Spider-Man who I realized was more bulky and taller looking than the original, and then there was another classic Spider-Man except he wore a doctor’s uniform. 

“Ha, ha, you’re awake!” The Spider-Doc quickly switched places with Spider-Man as he brought out a flashlight pen, carefully flashing it in my eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Um. . . kinda weird, but, okay, I think?” I mumbled softly as I was adjusting to everything I was clearly seeing around me as the doctor pulled away. 

I glanced down at my glasses, completely dumbfounded. I had to wear them for years but now it’s as if I can see perfectly without them. 

I heard a quiet laugh as I looked over towards the classic Spider-Man as he removed his mask, revealing a white skinned male with short brown hair, a faint stubble beard and green eyes. “The glasses thing got me too,” 

I stared at him briefly, my mind still coming to terms if that was actually who I was seeing and speaking to. “Peter. . . Parker?”

“Peter B. Parker, ma’am,” He introduced himself with a wave. 

I looked up towards the Spider-Doc and our eyes met briefly. “Also, Peter Parker?” I asked slowly. 

He nodded gently before typing away at a console to log his results. I then slowly turned and came face to face with the other Spider-Man that saved me. He looked completely different than the others. Different person, different suit. “Not Peter Parker?”

A small scoff groaned from his lips, but there was a very faint smile on his face. As if he were relieved. “Not Peter Parker,”

“Who are you?” I asked him softly. 

“I am Miguel O’hara,” Miguel introduced himself with a polite nod, “Spider-Man 2099,”

“2099? Like in the future? Are we in the future?” I asked him, my eyes widening at the notion. 

“We’re in my dimension's future,” Miguel clarified. “Your name is–?”

“Lisa. . .” I spoke slowly. “Lisa Kendrick,”

“Well then, Miss Lisa, welcome to Earth 928, Miguel’s dimension,” Peter smiled. 

“Wait,” I exchanged looks between the two. “You’re saying. . . we’re not still in New York?”

“Not your New York of Earth-1218, unfortunately,” Miguel answered. 

“So, I’m really in another dimension? This is all real?” I asked, my breathing slowly turning into panting. 

“As real as it can get. Don’t know how else to explain it,” Peter B. nodded. 

I exchanged one more look between the two before I stared back down at my glasses, clutching them tightly. 

“I know, this must be a lot to process and take in,” Miguel started as he leaned into his chair, his arms resting against his thighs. “But if you’ll allow me, I can explain everything in more detail when you’re cleared by our doctor–” 

A loud gurgle from my stomach stopped Miguel from speaking any further as his eyes instantly went to my face to see my expression had morph, and my skin began to turn green. 

“Oh, I know that look,” Spider-Doc strained as he reached for something. “Bucket!!”

He grabbed a bucket and handed it over to me, trading my glasses for it as I hunched over, putting my head into it as I barfed inside. The noise I made was loud and grotesque as both Miguel and Peter B. Parker recoiled back. 

“We got a barfer, I’ll get another washcloth,” Peter B. stood up as he scampered across the room to the supply shelf. 

I breathed in and out heavily as my cheeks burned from the embarrassment of what I just did in front of them, and when I gaze found Miguel’s again, realizing he didn’t leave with Peter and continued to watch me, my blush turned darker as I suddenly felt the urge to hide my face in the bucket. 

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Miguel O'Hara from Spiderman is Bisexual and Hypersexual!

Requested by Anon with a Miguel O'Hara fictive.

[beyourself-marvellover]

El último adiós | Miguel O'Hara x OC (Female Reader)

Notas: +18, sexo explícito, escenas y descripciones explícitas. En español.

Resumen: Un evento canónico te aleja de la persona que más amas. Sin embargo, piensas que lo mejor es vivir junto a él sin arrepentimiento, que pase lo que tenga que pasar pero que sea junto a él.

~ Gif: orallech

Salvar la ciudad es lo único que tengo para dispersarme un rato y dejar de pensar tanto en... En él.

Estuvimos en tantas misiones, fui su más leal y efectiva compañera en el terreno. Creí en él y aún lo sigo haciendo, pero... Decidí dejarlo todo luego de descubrir la verdad. Mi verdad.

Sé que más temprano que tarde va a suceder, pero no quiero darle más dolor a mi corazón del que ya ha tenido en los últimos años desde que me convertí en otra versión más de Spider-Man.

-Me... Me voy, Miguel. No puedo seguir con un hombre que esconde tantos secretos. ¿A costa de qué lo haces? ¿Quieres salvar tu canon o mí canon?

-Carolina, es lo que se debe hacer.

-¿Enamorarme de ti para salvar tu canon? ¿Enamorarme de ti para qué? ¿Me quieres ver morir? ¿Quién quiere eso para su ser amado?

-Intenté advertirte de esto. Intenté evitarte y no pude.

-No es de poder o no poder. Es de que me hubieras dicho.

-Daba igual si te lo decía o no. Esto es inevitable.

-¿Te enamoraste de mí?

-Sí. Mucho. ¿Ves? No importaba lo que hiciera, ambos caeríamos.

-Debiste nunca haber visitado mi dimensión y esto no hubiera pasado.

-Antes de conocerte, nunca fui capaz de ver lo que el modelo me arrojaba sobre tu historia. Solo fui a ti por ayuda, como lo he hecho con otros tantos Spiders.

-¿Y qué sigue? Me enamoro de ti, tú te enamoras de mí y para qué... ¿Para que muera en tus brazos?

-Hace parte de mi canon y del tuyo.

-¿Por qué me dices esto ahora, Miguel? ¿Por qué? - Mi rostro se llena de lágrimas ante la ira y el dolor que tengo con cada palabra que sale de la boca de él.

-Porque, aunque no quiera perderte, quiero poder tenerte aquí. Tener tu compañía.

-¿Mientras esperas que muera?

Miguel toma aire y me mira desafiante.

-Es. Lo. Que. Tiene que pasar. ¡Entiende!

-Sí, me ha quedado claro. No hay manera de revertirlo, ni manera de salvar mi universo.

-No. No hay otra forma.

Me quito mi reloj y lo dejo sobre la mesa de trabajo de Miguel.

-Renuncio. Déjame en paz y no te atrevas a buscarme.

-No lo haré. No soportaría ver tu dolor.

-Adiós.

Esa fue la última vez que hablamos, o mejor, discutimos. Mi vida de alguna manera, se conectó a la de él desde que yo nací y en algún punto de nuestra existencia íbamos a coincidir y, como es normal para casa Spidey, después de un momento de gloria y felicidad, llega el momento de dolor. De ese que te deja una marca imborrable.

Yo ya pasé por eso cuando perdí a mi prometido hace unos dos años, antes de conocer a Miguel. A día de hoy, hay noches en las que recuerdo esa tarde fatídica y el muro desplomándose sobre él.

Tiempo después, conocí a Miguel, me uní a su escuadrón de defensa del multiverso y bueno... Me enamoré de él perdidamente. Él no fue ajeno al sentimiento y también se enamoró.

Ahora solo intento prolongar un evento inevitable en el canon de ambos, tratando de disfrutar lo que me quede de vida y salvando a las personas que más pueda mientras mis pulmones puedan respirar.

Y eso hago ahora. Escucho la radio de la policía esperando por alguna señal de alerta...

Y viene el show...

Se reportan una serie de disturbios en un banco. Hay hombres usando armas e incluso, amenazan con explotar el lugar.

¡Se viene el show!

Balanceándome entre los edificios y, aprovechando que puedo producir mi telaraña de forma orgánica, llego al lugar antes que la policía. El tráfico de la ciudad apesta.

Los presuntos delicuentes tienen rehenes. Aquí no hay que dar un show, solo actuar con más prudencia para que ningún civil sufra algún daño.

Entro por la parte trasera del banco con mucho sigilo y lanzo un par de telarañas a uno de los hombres. Él cae y queda inmovilizado. Tomo su arma y retiro el cartucho con las balas.

El cómplice se da cuenta y de inmediato toma una mujer y le apunta a su cabeza.

-Ya te extrañaba, Spider-Woman.

-Qué lindo. Eso me dicen mis fieles admiradores.

-¿Admiradores? Jajajaja... No creo que tus admiradores hagan esto... - Él cambia la dirección de su arma y me apunta y dispara.

Gracias a mis reflejos, esquivo las balas.

-Qué mala jugada. Mis admiradores siempre piden mi autógrafo. No eres un fan. Buuuu...

En eso, la mujer cautiva le da un codazo al estómago del tipo y logra liberarse. Yo le arrojo unas telarañas y lo atrapo.

-Eres un tipo aburrido y que no sabe tratar a las personas. Ojalá pases una buena temporada en la cárcel.

La policía llega y logramos evacuar a los civiles.

-No cantes victoria, nena. Que si nos vamos los dos, tú también nos acompañas.

-No sabes cómo hacer acertijos. Qué pésimo sentido de la creatividad. Me duermooo...

-Dormida vas a quedar.

En ese momento siento que algo pesado me cae y solo logro ver oscuridad...

Mi sent...

...

...

...

...

Cuando despierto, la cabeza me duele mucho. Mientras me voy incorporando a mi realidad, me doy cuenta que no estoy en mi casa, ni en algún hospital.

¡Carajo! ¡Mi identidad!

En eso una luz resplandece...

-¡Caro! ¡Qué lindo verte de nuevo!

-¿Lyla?

-Dahhh, quién más crees que sería.

-¿Qué hago aquí?

- Deberías preguntárselo a él.

En ese momento entra Miguel, caminando tan imponente como siempre, seguro de sí mismo, determinado y con su semblante serio como para variar.

El corazón me empieza a palpitar. No pensé volverlo a ver.

-Carolina...

-¿Qué hago aquí?

-Yo...

-¿Tú?

-Miguel, vamos, dícelo. Recuerda lo que hablamos. - Le dice Lyla.

- Carolina... Yo me disculpo. Lamento haberte escondido algo importante.

Siento que el pecho me quiere explotar ante la confesión de Miguel.

-¿Por qué te disculpas? Si voy a morir, hazlo. Que sea sin dolor, preferiblemente.

-Yo no podría matarte.

-Pero tampoco puedes salvarme. Entonces es preferible acabar con esto de una vez. Anda, usa tus garras y despellejame, si es que no quieres darme una muerte lenta. Parálizame si deseas que no sienta dolor.

-No, el trabajo sucio lo hacen los malos.

-¿Y es que tú eres de los buenos?

-Solo hago lo que debo para proteger nuestras realidades. ¡Comprende!

-Creo que... Me voy. - Lyla desaparece en un parpadeo.

-Volvemos a la misma discusión de hace meses...

-Yo he perdido más de lo que he ganado. Así que ... ¿Qué más da?

-¿Te parece bien que muera?

-No. Para nada. Solo que... - El tono de Miguel ahora es más triste. - Cuando pierdes todo, solo queda seguir porque ya nada te podrá ser arrebatado.

-Lo entiendo. ¿Crees que no? Perdí a mi prometido. Te conocí a ti... Y ...

-Carolina... Solo quiero vivir contigo los meses que te quedan. Claro, si tú así lo deseas.

-¿Por qué hacernos daño de esta manera? No podría verte o abrazarte sabiendo que puede se la última vez que lo haga. Prefiero pensarte y atormentarme en mi soledad porque no verte duele menos.

-Te juro que intenté de todas las formas evitar esto.

-Ya es tarde, Miguel. Solo quería darme mi tiempo para vivir un poco más.

Miguel se sienta sobre la cama y me mira fijamente.

-Es mejor que te deje en tu dimensión.

-Sí, por favor. Permíteme vivir lejos de ti, porque no puedo con la carga de verte.

Miguel se acerca hacia mí y acaricia una de mis mejillas.

-No quiero dejarte ir... Esto también me duele.

-¿Te recuerda a Gabriella? ¿Verdad?

-No puedo seguir perdiendo a las personas que amo, pero tampoco evitarlo. Otras vidas se perderían en el proceso.

-Lo sé.

-Insisto... No te vayas. - La caricia de Miguel es más repetitiva. Siento que mi cuerpo empieza a reaccionar ante el contacto de mi piel y la suya.

- Hablo en serio cuando digo que puedes desgarrarme y hacer menos difícil mi agonía.

El semblante de Miguel cambia... Su mirada brilla y sus colmillos se asoman.

- Sabes que puedo hacer todo lo que me pidas. Menos eso.

En ese momento, la otra mano de Miguel se desliza de mi cuello a mi abdomen. Siento un cosquilleo en el vientre.

-Entonces... ¿Qué piensas hacer conmigo, Miguel?

Él coloca sus dos manos sobre mi cintura. Sus ojos rojos brillan más y más, mientras que su lengua empieza a relamerse los labios y a rozar con cuidado sus colmillos.

Aquello hace que empiece a perder todo el control de mí.

Pongo mis manos sobre los brazos de él y hundo mis dedos. Él sonríe.

Me acerco a su boca y lo beso. Lamo sus labios y luego sus colmillos. Él gime.

Él me besa otra vez, apretando más su agarre sobre mí, luego, con una mano me toma la espalda y me acerca más hacia su cuerpo.

-Ahhh... - Gimo. - Señor O'Hara, hoy usted está muy inquieto.

-No sabes cuánto esperé por hacerte esto. - Lentamente, va quitando mi traje...

Primero expone mi pecho.

Al ver mis senos, su mirada se oscurece, mientras que sus manos empiezan a concentrarse en mis pechos.

Cierro los ojos y me arqueo ante el placer que esto me provoca. Poco a poco, el cuerpo de Miguel me va cubriendo hasta que logro recostarme otra vez.

Sus manos masajean mis senos, los aprietan. Después su boca se enfoca en uno de ellos, sus colmillos rozan mi piel y esto me hace soltar un grito...

-AHH... ¡MIGUEL!

-Me encanta cuando gritas mi nombre. Sigue, no pares, chiquita.

Su boca lame, muerde, succiona mi pecho.

-MIGUEL.

-Buena chica.

Luego siento que sus colmillos van bajando por mi vientre hasta llegar a mi pelvis. Miguel termina de deshacerse del traje.

-Me encanta verte así, sin nada. Eres hermosa. Me prendes, mi vida.

Él se toma unos segundos para verme. Me siento aún más excitada de provocar ese deseo en él. Estiro mis piernas y luego rodeo su cintura. Su traje desaparece por completo y eso aumenta mi frenesí.

Su pecho me encanta, sus hombros, sus brazos, cada vez que él me cubre, siento que solo él mismo es mi límite, mi deseo, mi esperanza, mi vida, mi perdición.

Miguel empieza a rozar mi entrepierna con su intimidad y yo siento que me vuelvo gelatina ante esto.

-Basta de jugar... Quédate quieta. - Me ordena.

Obedezco.

Miguel se acomoda para besarme de nuevo, su lengua se enreda con la mía y jugueteamos por unos segundos. Sus manos acarician mis piernas y poco a poco siento que el calor de su cuerpo me hace poner las mejillas como tomate.

Después de ese beso, lame mi cuello, mis clavículas, y baja de nuevo a mi vientre. Se detiene y me mira... Es una mirada lasciva, de fervor total. Me desea tanto como yo lo deseo a él.

Se acomoda en medio de mis piernas y las separa un poco, logra posicionarse de tal manera que su cara ahora en frente de mi zona íntima.

La respiración se me agita y mi cuerpo se va preparando para lo que sigue.

Miguel roza su lengua sobre mi pubis, luego va entrando en mí y gime levemente.

- Hermosa... Siempre estás lista para mí. Me encanta. - Él empieza hacer varios movimientos con su lengua.

Voy respondiendo, mi cadera busca más de su boca. Mis manos se pierden entre ese cabello oscuro, doy unos pequeños masajes sobre su cuero cabelludo a lo que él reacciona con unos gemidos.

Su lengua no para de moverse, siento que las piernas me empiezan a temblar hasta que llego al clímax.

-Mi-guel... - Exploto y logro sentir que liberé toda la tensión de los últimos meses.

- Música para mis oídos.

Trato de recuperar el aliento. Eso fue muy intenso y si así es el comienzo... No imagino el final.

Miguel se levanta y se queda observándome fijamente. Siento que su mirada se clava igual o peor que sus mismos colmillos.

- Como te luce un orgasmo, preciosa. - Se acomoda a mi lado. Su pecho está delante de mis ojos. - Me encanta hacer que tus mejillas se enrojezcan. - Vuelve a acariciar mi rostro.

-¿Qué quieres de mí, Miguel? Siempre que estoy contigo me confundes.

-Solo quiero tenerte. Hacerte saber que eres mía.

- Sabes que soy tuya, así como tú eres mío. No importa lo que pase. - Empiezo a resignarme...

Es tétrica la idea de saber cómo vas a morir y aún más tétrico saber quién va a estar ahí, eso sí, sin saber cuándo suceda o dónde. Le doy un abrazo fuerte a Miguel, él también responde al contacto y me abraza fuerte, como si la vida dependiera de ello.

- No voy a dejar que mi trabajo, nuestro trabajo como equipo y que lo que tú has hecho en tu dimensión, se queden en vano. Lo juro.

- El dolor nos hace fuertes. ¿Verdad?

- Es lo único que nos queda, por eso no pienso dar un paso atrás de mi trabajo.

Me quedo en silencio... Solo escuchando el latido de su corazón. Toda la tranquilidad se interrumpe cuando sus manos empiezan a jugar con mi cabello, acariciar mi espalda. Sus labios se entiendan con los míos en un beso desesperado.

- Eres mía, Carolina. Mía. - Le da una mordida suave a mi labio inferior. - Eres mía.

En un frenesí, él me toma de la cintura y me acomoda sobre su cuerpo. La vista desde esta posición me atrae a él como imán al metal.

Mis manos se pasean por su torso marcado, su abdomen, siento que su piel se eriza ante mi contacto. Me acomodo para besar su boca, luego paso por su cuello... Me detengo unos segundos para lamer, divertirme en esa zona... Luego vuelvo a besarlo.

Él me toma del cabello y me jala...

- Vamos, déjame tocarte. - En eso me suelta y me vuelvo a sentar.

Tomo sus manos y las coloco sobre mi cintura, voy guiando su tacto: de mi cintura a mi pecho, a mi cuello...

Él se sienta...

- Qué desesperante no sentirte mejor, chiquita. - Salvajemente, me toma la cintura y me empuja hacia él, nos besamos.

Me acomodo tratando de que mi pecho quede cerca de su cara. Me apoyo en sus hombros para no perder el equilibrio.

Él esboza una sonrisa casi que diabólica. Su boca empieza a jugar con mis pechos, va de uno al otro, es casi como si quisiera comérselos.

Sus estímulos me erizan. La piel se me vuelve gallina y voy sintiendo como algo en mi intimidad me empieza a cosquillear.

Él siempre sabe cómo hacer que lo desee.

Su boca para y vuelve a mirarme.

- Sabes lo qué quieres, sé lo qué quieres. Solo pídelo, pídelo, mi amor.

- Sabes que te quiero a ti, te deseo a ti aquí y ahora. Te quiero dentro de mí. - Lo miro desafiante.

- ¿Y por qué me haces esa mirada?

- Porque me gusta retarte.

- ¿Y esta vez qué quieres?

- Nada. Solo poderte sentir.

- Bueno, acepto el reto, cariño.

Él me agarra de la cintura y me acomoda mejor para poder dejar mi cadera y mi pelvis a su entera disposición. Siento su miembro duro, lo cual hace que aumente mi cosquilleo.

Enredo mis piernas sobre su cintura. Y empezamos a movernos, en segundos, siento que mi cuerpo totalmente caliente. Mi cadera intenta embestir la suya pero claro, él es tan grande que no puedo hacer mucho y usar mi fuerza en momentos así no es mi estilo.

Una vez lo intenté y casi rompemos la mesa de su laboratorio.

Solo me dejo llevar por la sensación de placer que va creciendo. Mis sentidos ceden cada vez que él entra y sale de mí. Mis uñas se entierran sobre su piel. Es explosivo.

Ambos vamos llegando al clímax. Mi cuerpo queda echo puré sobre el suyo. Acomodo mi frente sobre la suya y me fundo entre sus brazos.

- Me encanta tenerte así... Cansada, completamente derretida ante mí.

- Miguel... - Susurro.

- Shhh shhh... - Me da un beso.

Siento que quiero dormir. Estar con él siempre resulta casi que maratónico.

Él me acomoda sobre la cama, me arropa y yo caigo rendida.

Cuando despierto, no lo veo a él. Estoy sola. Me pongo mi traje y voy camino al laboratorio.

Veo unas cuántas caras familiares. Me siento como en mi segundo hogar. Converso por un rato con algunos de los Spiders.

Luego continúo caminando hacia el laboratorio. Entro...

- ¿Miguel? ¿Estás aquí?

Generalmete, este sitio es oscuro. Bastante, salvo por las pantallas de los computadores y Lyla, a quien, curiosamente, no veo ahora.

- ¿Miguel? - Insisto.

- ¿Caro? ¿Eres tú? - Me grita desde un rincón del laboratorio.

- Sí, soy yo.

- Voy.

En unos segundos baja.

- Te escucho, cariño. - Me dice mientras corre un mechón de mi cara y lo coloca tras mi oreja.

- ¿Pasa algo si me quedo? Quiero quedarme aquí por algunos días.

- No. No va pasar nada. Me sorprende que decidieras quedarte.

- No podemos huir de nuestro destino.

- "Destino" es un término interesante, pero yo diría que no podemos huir de nuestra propia historia.

- No me dejes, por favor. Porque yo prometo no dejarte. - Lo abrazo fuerte, como si esta fuera la última vez. - Miguel, por favor, no me dejes. Tengo mucho miedo. - Siento que la voz me tiembla, siento un vacío enorme en el pecho.

La incertidumbre empieza a consumirme.

Él me sujeta fuerte.

- No. No te dejaré.

Me riego en llanto y él no me suelta nunca. Lloro sobre casi que a la altura de su abdomen.

- Tengo mucho miedo. Mucho.

- Solo déjalo salir. Llora. Sabes que estoy aquí para ti. Sabes que te amo y mucho.

Escucharlo decir " te amo" me hace desbordar más y más. Es posible que sean las últimas veces que podamos profesarnos amor.

Después de ese día, Miguel y yo empezamos nuevamente a trabajar como equipo, vigilando posibles anomalías en la línea temporal, capturando algunas amenazas al canon de los Spiders.

En fin, el equipo maravilla que alguna vez conformamos está de vuelta. Él me complementa a mí, como yo a él, así lo sentí desde el día que confesamos nuestros sentimientos el uno por el otro.

Las semanas pasaron y tal como lo prometió, él no se separó de mí. Era casi que mi sombra. Muchas cosas las empezamos hacer juntos, como la pareja que fuimos consolidando dentro y fuera del cuartel.

Algunas noches la pasábamos hablando de su pequeña Gabriella y las veces que hemos tenido que llorar por alguna pérdida. Otras noches la pasábamos dando rienda suelta a nuestros deseos y pasión.

Con él es imposible aburrirse.

...

La mañana transcurre con tranquilidad. Bueno, luego de haber pateado algunos traseros maleantes.

De pronto se alcanza a escuchar una explosión.

- Chicos, la explosión viene de un edificio cercano. - Nos indica Lyla.

- Tenemos que ir, Miguel.

- Déjame ir primero a mí, después te llamo. ¿Ok?

- Claro. Ten cuidado, por favor.

Unos minutos después recibo el llamado de Miguel.

- Hay muchas personas heridas. Necesitamos refuerzos.

- Ya vamos, ten cuidado.

Casi que en un abrir y cerrar de ojos llegamos.

Miguel nos da indicaciones sobre los puntos más frágiles del edificio, es decir, donde la estructura tiene más probabilidad de colapsar, esto para que evitemos pasar por ahí con los civiles.

Yo me dirijo hacia una zona con algunos heridos.

- Hace falta un amigable vecino por aquí... Lo siento, lo siento. Sé que están asustados, pero vine ayudar. Niños y adultos mayores primero.

Con mi telaraña construyo un cinturón para que las personas no se dispersen y no se extravíen.

- Ahora, les pido que solo pisen por donde yo voy.

Casi una hora después termino de evacuar a las personas que quedaron atrapadas en mi sector. Vuelvo a entrar al edificio, explorando para ver que no haya alguien atrapado.

- ¡Caro! ¿A dónde vas? - Grita Miguel.

- Debemos asegurarnos de que no hayan más personas aquí.

- Este edificio va a colapsar. Las llamas están derritiendo los cimientos y metales. Tenemos que salir. - Miguel toma mi mano.

Siento un cosquilleo en mi espalda... Mi sentido arácnido...

- ¡Miguel! ¡Ten cuidado!

Como reflejo, logro balancearme sobre él y lo lanzo a unos metros de donde caen los escombros.

- ¡Caro! ¡Carolina!

Siento que algo me atraviesa... Mi piel se rompe, lentamente, siento como las entrañas se me retuercen, me arde mucho por dentro.

Me desplomo.

Así que ya llegó la hora del evento canon.

Siento que mi traje se humedece por la sangre...

- ¡CAROLINA!

Miguel se levanta y corre hacia mí. Sus ojos se llenan de pánico cuando me ve.

Alcanzo a escuchar su respiración acelerada.

- Lyla... Déjame ver los signos vitales de Carolina, por favor.

- Hay daños irreparables en órganos como el hígado y un riñón. Tiene una hemorragia interna. Lo... Lo... Lo siento mucho, chicos.

- ¿No hay nada que podamos hacer?

- No. No lo hay. Lo lamento.

Miguel se acerca a mí y se agacha, sujeta mi cabeza entre sus brazos. Sus ojos se humedecen.

- Vamos a estar bien. Sabíamos que esto pasaría. ¿Verdad? - Le digo aún con la poca fuerza que me queda, casi que jadeando.

- No pensé que fuera pronto. No fui capaz de ver el modelo completo.

- Al menos estuvimos juntos y es lo que importa. Hicimos lo que mejor sabemos hacer. - Respirar y estar conciente se me empiezan hacer difíciles.

- Prometí que no iba a dejarte.

- Te amo, Miguel. No lo olvides y pase lo que siga pasando, no te detengas. Haz que tu trabajo valga la pena, por tu familia, por Gabriella... Por... Por... - Trato de cobrar un poco el aliento, pero es imposible. Estoy agotando la poca vitalidad que me queda. - Por mí.

Él me da un beso. Nuestro último beso.

🕸️🔴🔵

La beso por última vez... Su piel aún es tibia. Eso sí, de esas mejillas rosadas que se ruborizaban cuando estábamos juntos o cuando la intimidaba, ya no quedan nada. Su corazón se ha detenido. Su respiración igual.

Su cuerpo queda inmóvil ante mi mirada impotente. A pesar de saber que esto sucedería, el dolor de verla partir es abrasador, me quema por dentro.

La tomo y salgo como puedo de ese lugar.

Logro avanzar unos kilómetros y el edificio colapsa ante todos nosotros.

Todos los Spiders me rodean con el cuerpo de Carolina.

- Miguel... - Susurra Jess. - Lo siento mucho.

No soy capaz de responderle. Solo tengo ojos para Carolina. No sé si está dormida o en un trance. Por más que hayamos hablado de este evento, la realidad es que la muerte te sorprende de manera épica.

Al menos le cumplí mi promesa, nunca la dejé. Siempre estuve para ella en estos últimos días. La tuve para mí, la escuché, nos reímos, hablamos...

Tal vez se vaya a encontrar con Gabriella o tal vez no. Como sea, Caro es mi evento canon más hermoso y más doloroso.

Con mucho cuidado, llevamos a Carolina a una morgue. Por respeto a su identidad, no podemos hacerlo con cualquiera.

Al otro día me llaman para reclamar su cadáver. Ella pidió que fuera enterrada en su dimensión. Como no tiene muchos amigos o familia, solo yo, Jess y otros Spiders acudimos a su sepelio.

Jess y Lyla no me dejan solo.

- Hiciste lo que estuvo en tus manos. Los cuatro sabíamos que esto sucedería.

- Sí, Jess... Pero...

- ¿Qué? Dilo, no lo guardes, por favor.

- Duele... Duele... Duele mucho.

- Es difícil entender estas cosas, incluso cuando ya sabes qué van a suceder. Las emociones salen a flote y es mejor que salgan. Date la oportunidad, por una vez en tu vida, de llorar.

- Quiero estar solo.

- Lo entiendo. Si necesitas algo...

- Déjame, por favor.

Mis lágrimas empañan mis ojos, los recuerdos de todas las personas que he visto irse ante mí afloran... Ver la lápida de Carolina hace que llorar sea más fácil.

Y aunque todos sabemos que estas perdidas son necesarias, la parte difícil es asimilarlas. Saber que me voy a levantar y ya no la voy a ver, ni escuchar su voz o su risa...

Es por eso que no puedo acabar con mi trabajo, porque cada vez que avanzo como Spider-Man, como un superhéroe, mi vida retrocede cien pasos más y no hay nada más que pongas en riesgo, no desde tu vida como alguien "normal".

Ahora, todo lo que haga, cada misión, cada paso que de, será en honor a Gabriella y Carolina. Ahora, sé que no puedo parar. Haré lo que tenga que hacer por defender el multiverso y por honrar la memoria de ellas dos.

[miggyyyyohara]

You and Miguel are laying on a shared bed, him thinking you're asleep

he moves closer to you, tucking your hair behind your ear and whispers

"what are you doing to me, querida?"

[sparebutton]

(Across the Spider-Verse spoiler)

[miguel-owhora]

Ngl if gnaw on his like a dog on a bone BUT HEAR ME OUT . . . ‼️L A C T A T I O N‼️

— 18+ , lactation , PIV , no dialogue, just a little thing

— what they said fr. short little thing

FEMS AND MINORS DNF, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

The lingerie is torn to pieces. Well, it had been straining when Miguel slipped it on, the fabric threatening to tear around his chest, and shock, if that didn't make him wet. His chest so large, even the skimpy lingerie he had gotten couldn't stretch far enough to contain them.

You had done the honors of grabbing the chest piece and ripping it to smithereens, and Miguel had let you with dilated pupils and a throbbing cunt. His nipples had erected in the cold air, swollen and abused by your fingers when you had dipped your head and ate his soppy pussy out.

Even now you're relentless, your fat cock pumping in and out of his cunt. You've forced him down, forcibly pinned his legs down to his chest, his pussy on full display. Your cock - girthy and thick and shocking throbbing with the need to breed him - slammed in and out of him, your balls smacking against the curve of his ass, slick making every single thrust sloppy and like a slip 'n slide.

But that wasn't what had Miguel squealing and moaning, dragging his claws along the material underneath him and shredding it. It was the feeling of your mouth around his tit, shock, suckling and drinking up the milk his body was willingly offering. It had stunned the both of you when one teasing squeeze of his tit had squirted a small trickle of white liquid, of natural milk. And Miguel had no time to grab a hold of something before you were pouncing on him and drinking his milk.

Even now you suckled on it, your teeth tugging the sensitive bud as you fucked him, and all Miguel could do was sit there and take it. Take it and let you rearrange his insides, let you drink his milk, let the incomprehensible babbles and moans slip out of his mouth like a stream, pretty make up ruined, pretty lingerie destroyed - and he wants more.

© MIGUEL-OWHORA

[hadesrise]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. contrary to popular belief, miguel isn’t a brat.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. miguel o’hara x male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. nsfw content, foul language, top!soft dom!reader, bottom!sub!miguel, collar, sir kink, unprotected sex, oral (r receiving), praise kink, breeding, anal plug, orgasm control, overstimulation, name calling (slut & whore), subspace, degradation if you squint, mating press

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. please correct my spanish if it’s wrong, i’ll edit it immediately.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

From the way Miguel acts as a strict, cold, intimidating leader of the Spider Society, people often assume he’s the dominant one when it comes to relationship, the one doing the fucking and not letting anyone have control over him. Nobody could even imagine him being manhandled on the bed, let alone be submissive. If he was the one taking it, he’d probably be as much of a brat as he can.

But you disregard those claims, because contrary to popular belief, Miguel isn’t a brat. He can be if he wants to, such as when the lack of attention from you puts him in a bad mood or he just wants to be pounded so hard he pass away in the end, but in usual cases, he’s far from a brat like anyone imagines. All those trauma and terrible experiences left Miguel aching and bleeding, the necessity to build up thick walls to surround himself overwhelming him as he coated his heart in ice to protect himself. However, it didn’t completely shield him away from his growing need to be held and taken care of. To just melt into someone’s arms without thinking about the multiverse for a second.

It was difficult to get Miguel to open up. Have his walls crumble down, trust you enough to show his vulnerability. But when you managed to get through that side of him, Miguel drastically changed. He was no longer the scary leader nor Spiderman, he was simply a man wanting to be loved and held, encaged by the safety of your arms. It was adorable, really. How he would always lean into your touch and melt into your arms. How he would whimper everytime you take care of him, heart swelling and tears stinging his eyes. How he’s eager to please you, make you feel good like how you make him feel good. How he does everything you ask of him, a big difference to the leader persona he shows in front of the Spider Society.

The door of your bedroom creaks open, causing a small smile to stretch your lips. It’s shut and locked behind the tall and buff frame of your husband before his heavy footsteps approached, you immediately closing your book and setting it on the bedside table. You turn your body to face Miguel, feet touching the floor, and leans back on the soft mattress of the bed using your hands. As if instinctual, Miguel kneels in between your spread legs and snuggles on your thigh, looking up at you through that lashes of his with lust.

You hum appreciatively, loving the way he’s obedient. “What do you want, mi corazon?” You gently slip your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

Miguel squeezes your thighs, whimpering softly at your touch. “You... Just you, please.” You coo at his begging and cup his jaw with one hand, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his plump lips. “Wan’ you inside, por favor, mi vida, fill me. Breed me.” He whines, rubbing his thighs together to soothe the aching in his crotch.

Your cock hardens in your pants as you breathe deeply, the pretty sounds of him begging striking an arousal within your body. You tilt your head with a soft look in your eyes while your hand continue to hold his jaw, “Again? Sweetheart, I’ve already bred you this morning. I even placed a plug inside you so all of my cum will stay inside. You still want more?” Your tone was soft and soothing, not an ounce of annoyance visible.

Miguel nods almost frantically, leaning into your palm. “Can’t get enough being full of you,” He breathlessly whispered, rubbing your thighs up and down in a slow motion, as if to tempt you. “Please, mi amor.”

You chuckle lowly. Loving this side of Miguel, submissive and vulnerable only for you. Your hand let go of his jaw to instead grab his hand and lead it to your belt, “Undress me yourself. Get my cock all nice and wet, then maybe I’ll think about it.” Miguel was quick to obey as he unbuckled your belt, unbuttoning your pants and sliding it down along with your underwear enough to free your hard cock to spring up. His mouth watered at the sheer length and girth, stroking it gently with his hand. You moan softly, hands going back to the bed to lean back, a silent gesture that implied Miguel’s free to do anything on his own.

He gathered enough spit in his mouth before dripping it on your cock, stroking it up and down afterwards to spread the wetness. The squelching sounds making his face heat up, but not stopping his work nonetheless. Miguel kisses the tip, earning a sigh of content from you, before sliding it into his mouth swiftly. You instantly groan at the warmth that surrounded, his tongue lapping up the underside of your cock, Miguel nearly moaning at the taste of you as his hips buckled. “Go on, Miguel.” You encouraged, thrusting your hips once. This time, he doesn’t suppress a moan as he begins bobbing his head, hand stroking the remaining space where his mouth couldn’t take at the same time with the movement of his head, focused on making you feel good.

You moaned, one hand going up to softly pet his hair as a reward. Miguel whines around your cock in response as he fastens his pace. You can see his hips swaying from this angle, probably fucking himself on the plug using the heel of his feet, but clearly not enough due to the soft whines he lets out.

“Such a desperate little puppy,” The label has him whimpering as he grips your thigh with one hand. “Want me to fuck you so bad? Breed you with my babies?” He nods with a moan, tears staining his cheeks. Your fingers slip through his hair, “Then you can take more, right?” Before he could respond in any way, you pushed his head all the way to the base of your cock as he gags and chokes at your tip touching and nearly stretching his throat. His knees trembling, hands gripping your thighs, Miguel’s vision starts to get unfocused as he takes what you give so obediently. “Fuck, so fuckin’ good,” You hissed.

Miguel doesn’t even fight back when you start to fuck his throat without mercy, occassionally gagging and choking with tears spilling from his eyes, taking you so fucking well like a good slut. He even fucks himself on the plug in time with your thrusts in his throat, having nothing in mind but you, you, you.

God, he fucking loves being used for your own pleasure. He loves hearing your groans and moans, loves making you feel good. Miguel utterly loses himself, the responsibility and burden disappearing from his thoughts, completely submitting to you as he stares at you with love filled eyes, you could almost see a heart in them. He rubs his cock through his pants as you keep abusing his throat, the pleasure of being controlled making him tremble.

After what felt like hours, Miguel finally feels your cock throbbing in his mouth, and he whines, a pleading look appearing in his eyes. “Fuck, cummin’, sweetheart.” You groaned. “Where do you want me, puppy? Your face? Your tits? Down your throat?” Miguel lets out a slutty moan at the last option, making you chuckle breathlessly. “F’course, you want it to be down your throat. My good slut.” You grunted, feeling the knot in your stomach coiling at the approaching orgasm.

Miguel’s eyes roll back when you shoved your cock deeper into his throat and spilled your cum, choking and moaning. He whimpers, swallowing every bit of it. Chest heaving up and down, you take a deep breath and gently stroke his head. “Good boy, Miguel. Swallowing it without being asked.” He keens and looks up at you with a dazed look before pulling back with a pop, making sure to drag his tongue the underside of your cock that made you groan. Miguel licks the tip and press a kiss, his breath heavy from the arousal.

“M’sorry, sir,” Miguel mumbled, kissing your inner thigh with an apologetic look, cheeks stained with tears. “M’so sorry, didn’t mean to,” God, the submissive sounds he keeps letting out makes your head spin. It gives you both the urge to ruin and wreck him as well as spoil him with your love at the same time, knowing how much he deserves both of it. He’s so fucking good for you, you just want to carve every initial of your name in his guts.

“What are you apologizing for, hm?” You pretended not to know why he was apologizing as you hold his cheek with one hand, wiping his tear off with your thumb.

Miguel placed his hand above yours and leaned into your touch, his hips unconsciously swaying when the wet stain in his crotch became uncomfortable. “Didn’t— Didn’t mean to cum, sir, promise. Lo siento, lo siento...” He repeats, closing his eyes and kissing your palm, as if to ask for forgiveness. More tears spilled from his eyes. You could tell he was feeling light-headed, his unfocused vision being the proof of that despite his attempts to shake it off.

He’s been a lot distracted today, that usual snarl of his nonexistent and barks oddly refusing to come out from his mouth. Miles and Gwen were weirded out by his quiet demeanor because this was the first time they had seen Miguel be... at his best behave, he wasn’t throwing chairs or angrily shouting at anything. He didn’t seem to be in a best condition either, just seeming unwell as he forced himself to bark orders as best as he could. Miguel just wanted to be held by you all day, the missions and overwhelming responsibility of the multiverse pressuring him to the edge and exhausting him completely. He’s been fighting the vulnerability, not wanting anyone else to see him like that, forcefully pushing his consciousness away from the space within his mind that tells him to just let everything go. You would occassionally send him worried glances, but you didn’t miss the way he leaned more into you everytime you touched him, nearly melting in your touch.

Ah, so this is why he’s been acting so adorable. You thought, humming in satisfaction. The pleased sound you made caused Miguel to open his eyes again, seeing you smiling softly at him instead of being mad. You usually hated when Miguel cums without permission, but it can’t be helped with that pretty little head of his drowning in that space.

“It’s okay, querido.” His heart fluttered at your softness. “I’m not gonna punish you today, but you know I’m not giving you what you asked for if you do it again, right?” This time, you cupped his face with both hands and kissed him gently.

Miguel whimpers, grateful. “Sí, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, sir.”

“All for me?”

You moved one leg to rub his crotch with your foot, Miguel gasping as he nods vigorously. “Sí, sí, only for you, please.”

“Such a good fuckin’ puppy,” You groan, pulling him up in a heated kiss. Miguel straddles your lap and wraps his muscular arms around your neck, reciprocating the kiss as his hips starts to grind against you, heavenly sounds escaping into your mouth. He moans particularly loud when you slipped a hand inside his pants and lightly pushed the plug, causing the kiss to be broken with a trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“Sir, mhm,” He grunted. “Want— Wan’ to take it off.”

You hum, sliding your other hand down to squeeze his slutty waist that made Miguel’s head spin. Your hands were so big, it could entirely wrap around his waist with ease. It made him ache inside, knowing the size of your hands perfectly matches your cock. “Let me take care of you, puppy. Give in, lose yourself in it, I’ll make you feel so good.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, before beginning to leave a mark as you bit and sucked harshly. Miguel moans, clinging onto you and giving in, indulging himself more in that safe space that’s been bothering him all day.

With softness in every bit of your movement, you peel off his clothes and drop them to the floor carelessly as your lips work wonders on him; licking, biting, sucking, littering his pretty skin with purple bruises and listening to heavenly sounds leaving his lips. You were so gentle and kind, Miguel can’t help but feel content as he holds onto you for dear life. Laying him down on the bed, you mutter praises in his ear while your hands explore his muscular body. Miguel felt like being worshipped, the intimacy becoming too much that tears escape his eyes and he whimpers.

You gently bit his collar and pulled, making Miguel throw his head back further in the pillow to give you more access, his arms wrapped around your back. “Please, please, sir,” He whispered almost desperately. You hummed in response, to which he whined at. “Fill me, want you already, wan’ your cock.” Begs slipping past his lips, Miguel spreads his legs to present his hole clenching around the plug.

A groan erupts from your throat, licking your lips. “Fuck, good puppy. Knowing how to beg like a slut.”

“Your slut, your puppy, please.” Miguel begs more, grabbing your hand and urging you to touch him.

You shush him gently, “Shh... I’ll take care of you, mi vida. It’s alright.” The reassurance allows him to let go as you reached down and lightly tapped on the plug, making him gasp. Pleas and begs still spilling his lips, Miguel grasped the sheets under him with his head thrown back when you pulled the plug out, your cum from the morning gushing out. He trembles at the feeling and moans softly as you kiss his forehead and then his lips, swallowing another pleas. His insides was aching to be filled and bred, twisting uncomfortably in his belly and increasing his desperation more.

He wanted you, all of you, wanted you to make him yours. He wanted you to let him know who he belongs to and mark his insides with your cum. It doesn’t matter if it makes him look like a desperate whore, a slut, he wants to feel full with your cum as you hold him in your arms. Nothing mattered anymore; his duty, his responsibilities, his position as a leader, his ego, his pride. They didn’t matter. Just you, fucking him, making love to him, breeding him, making him feel content.

Miguel whimpers when you push his legs to his chest and align your cock to his entrance, excitement and anticipation bubbling within his body. His hands latches onto your forearms. “Yes, please, sir. Fuck me, please. Want your cock, want it a—” His pleas were cut off by you suddenly shoving your dick into his gaping hole, loud gasp escaping his lips followed by a satisfied moan.

You grunted, licking your lips and smirking at the pleasure coating his face. “What do we say now, puppy?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you— fuck!” He cries out as you bottomed out in him, not giving him a time to adjust before pulling your hips back and slamming it in. Holy fuck, it felt so good, Miguel’s mind immediately goes blank as you began thrusting into him.

“Such a good fuckin’ puppy, taking me in so well,” You purred and snapped your hips harshly, making Miguel arch his back and cry out. He’s always been good at this, being fucked dumb and cock-hungry. You can’t help your heart swelling at the knowledge that he only becomes like this with you, possessiveness burning like a fire within your spirit. “Mine, aren’t you? My good puppy, my good whore?”

Miguel whined, nodding his head frantically. “Yours— augh! Yours, only yours, yes! Fuuuuck!” His claws dig into your skin when you set a relentless pace with your cock striking his prostate perfectly, making you hiss slightly in pain. Drools drip from Miguel’s open mouth as he threw his head back.

“I bet everyone’s gonna be so shocked to see you like this,” You groan when he clamps down on you in response. “The great Miguel O’Hara, nothing but a pathetic dumb adorable mess beneath me. All f’me, right, darling?” The brutal thrusts sending him further down on the mattress had Miguel delirious, unable to form coherent thoughts as he nods and mutters a series of yes’s and for you’s again, and again. His mind absolutely melting and breaking by the ruthless pleasure shooting everywhere within his body.

Fuck, he’s so fuckin’ adorable being at your mercy. Can’t do anything but moan and whine while taking your cock so well. Can’t even stutter a proper sentence as all he can think of is you and your big fucking dick drilling mercilessly into him. Very big contrast to the way you were touching him with such softness before.

Keeping your merciless pace, you leaned over to start sucking on one of his nipples and Miguel lets a sob out, shaking from sensitivity. His big tits were always sensitive and he refuses to let you touch it outside of the privacy in your bedroom due to how he won’t be able to contain himself — he could cum just from them alone, and the idea doesn’t please him when he’s in the right mind. Though, you figured he loves it when you touch it while fucking him because of his moans that just grew high-pitched.

You slammed your hips in a particularly hard thrust at the same time with your teeth biting his sensitive nipple and Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull, no sounds escaping his open mouth as he squeezed down on you. Groaning, you look down and chuckle after seeing no sight of white seed coming out from his cock, a deeply pleasant expression crossing your face. “God, fuck! You didn’t cum, puppy?”

Miguel tries to hear you out despite his mind going numb from the euphoria and weakly shakes his head, “S-sí, sí— mhmm! ahghh— wanna- wanna be good f’you, fuhck! Quiero ser bueno para ti, por favor, haah,” He moaned loudly.

Oh, motherfucker.

He really deserves a reward for being this good. His obedience drives you crazy, it feeds your ego and sadistic pleasure as electricity runs through your veins. You seemed to get bigger and harder inside him, making Miguel whine pathetically and scratch your forearm.

You reward him with another harsh thrust that sent Miguel sobbing, “Good boy, shit— such a good puppy, keeping his promise. Need a reward, hm? Good puppies deserve rewards.” You growled, pulling at his collar with your teeth.

Miguel whimpered, “Sí, sí, lo necesito— agh! Please, pleasepleaseplease.” Begging desperately, Miguel removes his hands from your forearms to hook them under his thighs and keep his legs spread in place, making you curse softly as you fastened your pace.

“Gonna breed you so fuckin’ well, puppy. Fill you up so full and so good, won’t stop even after it’s gushing out of your cunt,” You growled in his ear and Miguel arches his back to meet your thrusts, crying out and sobbing and babbling nonsense. “Gonna make you take everything in, and fuck you again so you wouldn’t feel empty ‘til the next day. Make you my breeder.” Miguel moans shamelessly at your words, clenching around you.

“Fuckfuckfuck, sir, m’gonna cum, please, sir,” He begged, toes curling as the knot in his stomach coils. “Let me cum, let me cum, please.”

Feeling your own climax approaching, your thrusts became sharp as you moan softly and grab his hands to interlock them with yours. Miguel whimpers at the intimacy. “Fuck, go on, sweetheart. Let it out, cum. Cum for me, Miguel.” As if to forcefully push him over the edge, you shoved your cock deeper into his guts in one swift motion and Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull, loud mewl and pornographic moan falling from his throat. White spots clouded his vision, mind going blank as he spurts out cum on his toned stomach, body shaking violently. You groaned, moaning when your orgasm hits as well, spilling the hot semen inside him.

You thrusted slowly and sloppily to ride out both of your orgasm, Miguel’s body still twitching from the intensity and overstimulation. You capture his lips in a lazy kiss and he attempts to reciprocate, though failing due to his mind completely in a daze. He can still see stars. “That’s it, puppy. Good boy, did so fuckin’ well. Took it so obediently,” You whisper softly, making Miguel whine.

“Thank you, thank you,” He mutters through heavy breathing, trying to gather his breath. One hand gently stroking his face, you kissed his cheek while mumbling praises that Miguel mewls at, his head still deep in submissive state. He must’ve been really exhausted and stressed if he hasn’t returned to his usual state of mind yet, so you just tend to him with softness to make up for how rough you were with him.

“Such a good boy, made me feel so good.” You praised, now rolling your hips in a gentle thrust. Miguel hums in pleasure, butterflies in his stomach at the kisses you pepper him with, so full and content. “Did I breed you well, mi amor? Does it feel good?” You kiss his neck as he tilts his head back.

“Mhm,” He moans softly. “Se siente bien, muy bien. Te amo.” Miguel squeezes your hand as his other hand caressed his belly, where it feels euphoric and so, so full.

You kissed his lips gently, “Yo también te quiero, mi vida.” He wraps his legs around you and reciprocates the kiss, moaning when you sucked his tongue. Holding both of his hands now, you gently pinned them on the mattress beside his head and pressed a kiss on his forehead, still rolling your hips. “I have to clean you up soon, you want a bath?”

Miguel shakes his head and rolls his hips in time with your thrusts, making you moan softly. “More, please? Wan’ you to breed me more.”

You hum, sharply snapping your hips. Miguel gasps. “So needy, huh? My adorable puppy.” He whines, which you’re quick to shush. “Don’t you worry, darling. I’ll give it all to you. You’ve been such a good obedient boy, and good boys deserve rewards.” Miguel mutters a quiet thank you before you pulled your cock all the way to the tip and slammed back into him, ready to breed his pretty cunt again so he could spend tomorrow with your cum and plug inside him, fully content.

He would spend the entire time with your cum inside him, completely full, and everyone would still think he’s the dominant one in your relationship.

Oh well, nobody gets to see him like this, so you’ll let them talk like that for a while. It’s not like they’re gonna know, anyway.

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[guilty-pleasures21]

The perfect guy

Ahh! Thank you so much for following this story! I really appreciate all the love and support you guys have given me. I'm currently going to start work on the Bridgerton-themed fic, so feel free to request for anything you want to see in that one. And any other requests besides 🤗!

The project

The new guy

The lie

The new body

The hospital

The first time

The suit

The virus

The escape

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex including blowjob (m receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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She wandered through the halls of the base, pushing the cart of cleaning supplies in front of her. She'd managed to convince one of the janitors to let her use his access card - a kindly old gentleman she'd always been friendly with. His expression had softened as she'd begged and pleaded with him until finally, he'd asked her what she'd use it for. She'd told him that he'd be safer if he didn't know - if he let her tie him up and pretend she'd forced his hand - and he'd agreed, his own heart aching at the pain in her expression. And that was how she'd ended up here: breaking into a top secret government facility to bust out her one true love. “Turning down the hallway to the medical bay now.”

“Let me know when you've lost access,” Miguel replied over her earphones.

“Roger that.” She continued down the winding corridors until finally, she reached a door her card couldn’t access. She pushed the cart aside and took a moment to calm herself. Twelve minutes, she only had twelve minutes. Twelve minutes next to a lifetime. “¿Querido? Estoy listo. (I'm ready.)”

“Roger that.” A tense moment of silence passed, the only sound the beating of her heart in her chest. Then the card reader flashed green and the door slid open before her. “You have twelve minutes, querida. Starting the countdown now.”

She dashed through the series of unlocked doors until finally, she reached the isolation room. She rushed in as quickly as she could and ripped aside the blanket covering Miguel's body. She flicked on the life support monitors, then waited for her phone to connect to his brain. “¿Querido?”

A pause. Then, “I'm in. Uploading consciousness now. Ten minutes until discovery.”

Ten minutes: that meant they'd only have three minutes to escape before anyone caught them. X watched Miguel's chest, anxiously waiting for it to start rising and falling with his breaths. He was still in his Spiderman suit, the nanobots caressing his cold skin gently. Maybe he'd be able to use his powers to help them escape.

“Five minutes until upload is complete,” Miguel informed her, his chest beginning to move. X grabbed his hand quickly, her own heart threatening to burst out of her chest in anxiety. They had to make it out of this together, they had to: they didn’t have any other choice.

Margo searched for the breach in the system, her eyes glued to the monitor before her. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she decoded the information on the screen, trying to undo the complex encryption stopping her. Then finally, she shot out of her seat.

“I got-” She paused as a message flickered on her screen, just one word: please. Her eyes widened with shock. Miguel? He was still … alive?! Her fellow programmers turned to face her, waiting for her to continue.

“What?!” one of them pressed when she remained silent. “Did you get it?!”

“Huh?” Margo looked up at all the other people hunched over their computers, their determined faces lit up by the glowing light of their monitors. None of them wore the easy smile that X always shared with anyone she came across nor the excited curiosity constantly displayed across Miguel's face as he indulged in all the physical sensations his new body had to offer. She hesitated, her eyes flickering back to the single word blinking in the corner of her screen. “I got nothing. Have you managed to find it yet?” She sat back down, a sense of hopeful relief overcoming her when the other guy shook his head. Then she resumed her frantic typing: maybe she couldn't stop the rest of them completely, but she could at least delay them for a little longer.

They were in the last minute of the transfer - the window in which he wouldn't be able to communicate with her until he woke up. X held onto his hand as she waited in silence, rubbing his palm to warm him up a little - they'd kept his body cold so it wouldn't start decomposing, but he was starting to heat up now that his heart was beating again. She brought his fingers to her lips to press a quick kiss to them, then she glanced at her phone again. Four minutes left before someone found them. No, wait … Six? Miguel shifted in position, starting to awaken, and X tucked her phone back into her pocket. “¿Querido?”

He squeezed her hand, then blinked his eyes open slowly, getting used to the light. He turned to face her and smiled when his gaze focused on her, his full lips curling at the ends with delight as soon as he could make her out. X bent over and wrapped her arms around his neck, showering his face with quick kisses. “We have five minutes?"

Miguel swallowed, wetting his throat a little so he could speak. “Margo.”

X’s eyes teared up as she grasped his meaning - she'd bought them some extra time, even though she’d known that it would cost her. X nodded in understanding and stepped back, holding onto Miguel’s arm to support him as he stood. “Can you get us out of here?”

Miguel flexed and relaxed his muscles, getting used to his physical form again. Then he slid his arms around X’s waist and lifted her onto his hips. “Hold tight, querida. Don't let go, no matter what happens.”

X curled herself around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the warm, masculine scent of him.

“No matter what happens,” she echoed in agreement. “No blackouts, Miguel.”

He smiled at the familiar catchphrase. “No blackouts, X.”

Gabriella giggled as her parents held onto her hands and swung her into the air between them. “Again! Again!”

“No, wait!” X stopped her. “I want to know what happened next! What did Anna do after Nick stole her ball?”

“She kicked him!” Gabriella looked up at X, her dark eyes wide with excitement just like her mother's always were. “And then Ms Jenny came before they could start fighting! It was crazy.”

“That is crazy,” X agreed, nodding along to the story. Then she turned serious. “Don't fight with people, okay, Beebee? It's never worth it.”

Miguel shrugged at her words, recalling all the times he’d had to use force to take a villain down. “It's some-”

“It's never worth it,” X interrupted, narrowing her eyes at her husband and fixing him with a threatening glare. Miguel held his free hand up in surrender.

“Okay! Okay. Whatever you say, querida. Listen to your mami, arañita.” He bent over and made his voice low, but kept it loud enough for X to hear. “She might beat us up otherwise!” His wife rolled her eyes in exasperation. Sure she was tiny and adorable, but she’d literally created a superhero, broken into a top secret military base and then pushed an entire human being out of her body after working on it for nine months! His wife was a total badass.

Gabriella looked up at her father, carefully studying his large and towering form. Then she tugged on his hand, gesturing for him to bend over and let her whisper in his ear. “Don't worry, Papa, you can take her!” Miguel chuckled at his daughter’s response.

“You really think so?” Gabriella nodded in agreement and Miguel continued. “Let's get her on the count of three, okay? One, two, three!” The two of them pounced on X, attacking her with their fingers and tickling her mercilessly.

“Ah! Stop! Stop!” She batted their hands away and ran a few steps ahead, putting some distance between them. Then she turned around and huffed at them, her lips twisting down at the ends as her brows furrowed in irritation. Dios, she was just as beautiful as the day she’d first connected him to her cameras. She waited until they reached her, then she smacked Miguel on the arm. “So mean, querido! You're being a bad influence on your daughter. ” She took Gabi's hand in hers and they started walking again.

His daughter - their daughter. Their own little baby who had her eyes and her hair and his nose and his smile. Dios, he'd never stop being amazed by the sight of their own perfect little daughter. He grabbed hold of her and lifted her up onto his shoulders, holding her high above the world as they continued walking home. “Our daughter? Where is she? Where did she disappear to? She was right here a second ago!”

Gabriella giggled as Miguel pretended to search their surroundings for her. “Papa! I'm right here!”

“Gabi?! Bebita?! Where are you?! I can't see you!” Miguel insisted, setting his features into an expression of horror. X chased after him with her arms outstretched, her heart pounding with terror at the thought that their daughter might topple off her father’s broad shoulders. She hated when Miguel played with her like that!

“Miguel! ¡Querido! ¡Bájala! (Put her down!)” she exclaimed, trying to grab Gabriella. Miguel turned to face her, a confused expression on his face.

“¿Qué?” he asked. “¿Quién?” (What? Who?) X folded her arms across her chest and frowned. Miguel grinned at the sight and finally crouched down, allowing Gabi to slide off of him. X rushed to support her, making sure she wouldn’t hurt herself, then she straightened and looked up at Miguel with a scowl. She was so cute whenever she was mad at him, her arched brows crashing together, her nose scrunching up, her lips pursing in irritation. He bent over and pressed a quick kiss to her lips, then he took hold of Gabi's free hand again. “So who got the ball in the end?”

Gabi’s eyes lit up in excitement and she continued chattering away animatedly, clutching onto her parents’ hands as she finished telling them about her day at school.

“You remember our phone numbers, ¿sí, bebita?” X asked as they walked up to the Parker’s door. Gabi sighed at the question.

“Sí, mama,” she reassured her before rattling off her parents’ numbers for what felt like the hundredth time that day. X smiled and leaned over to give her daughter a kiss on the top of her head.

“Good girl!” she praised her. “Remember to call us if you need anything and never do anything you don't feel comfortable doing. ¿Entiendes, mi amor?”

“Entiendo, mama,” Gabriella replied in that same bored tone. Miguel chuckled.

“She sounds just like you, querida,” he teased his wife. X sighed and shot him an exasperated look. But the ends of her lips twitched when she saw the grin on his face. She stepped forward to ring the doorbell and was quickly greeted by MJ's welcoming smile when she opened the door.

“Mr and Mrs O'Hara!” A slight blush coloured her cheeks as her gaze fell on Miguel - as with everyone else in their little suburban neighbourhood - then she quickly turned her attention to Gabi. “Hi Gabriella! Are you ready for the sleepover?”

“Yes, Mrs Parker! Thank you for having me!” She swivelled around to give her parents quick hugs, buzzing with excitement for her first sleepover. “Bye mama, love you! Bye papa, love you!” Then she turned back to MJ and ran into the house when she stepped aside.

“Someone's an eager beaver!” MJ joked. X gestured to Miguel beside her.

“She gets it from her dad.” She held her hand out to Miguel so he'd pass her the box of cupcakes she'd brought along, then she handed it over to MJ. “Thanks so much for organising this Mary Jane, I baked some cupcakes if you'd like to share them with the kids. Please let us know if you need any help, all right?”

Miguel watched fondly as his wife gave their neighbour a warm smile. She was always so genuine in her interactions with people, always so sincere. He didn't know how she still managed to trust in people even after everything they'd been through, fighting so hard to get to the small and happy life that they shared now. He thanked his lucky stars again that she had fought for him: that she'd risked so much to give him the chance to kiss her awake every morning when he got up and cuddle her in his arms every night when they went to bed. MJ thanked the both of them, then went to watch over the kids, leaving Miguel to take hold of his wife's hand and walk back home with her.

He kept his grip on her hand when they entered her house, stopping her from getting too far out of his reach.

“Querida.” Miguel pulled his little wife back to him and bent over to rest his head on her shoulder. “Should we start working on baby number two now?”

X giggled at his naughty suggestion, but leaned into his warm and soothing touch anyway.

“Like you aren’t always working on baby number two,” she chastised him. He’d pounce on her as soon as their daughter fell asleep every night, ushering his wife into their bedroom and taking pleasure in her body after an entire day of having to be apart. He'd found a job as a software developer once they'd settled into their unassuming suburb and though he enjoyed his work, he always got a little anxious that someone might try to take her away from him when he wasn't there to look after her. Miguel pushed X towards the stairs as he brushed his lips along the side of her neck, guiding her in the direction of their bedroom.

“Miguel,” X began, stopping them in their tracks. She turned around and slid her hands up her husband's broad chest before wrapping her arms around his neck. “We have the whole house to ourselves, querido. Why wait until the bedroom?”

She gave him a naughty grin and Miguel groaned at the mischievous look on her face.

“P*ta madre, querida.” He curled his arms around her and nipped at her earlobe playfully, causing her to shudder against him. He straightened to look at her, then smiled when he saw her grinning up at him already. Miguel bent over to press his lips to hers and started pushing her towards the sofa this time as he slid his tongue into her mouth. X clung onto his shoulders, trying to keep herself from stumbling backwards, but Miguel held her upright, his hands wandering all over her body as he rushed to take her clothes off. He pushed her onto the sofa and X laughed as she tripped over her jeans, already bunched up around her ankles. Miguel knelt on the ground to pull them the rest of the way off, then he climbed up over her once he'd tossed them aside.

She cupped his cheek in her hand as their tongues tangled together, brushing her fingers over the faint hint of stubble creeping along his jawline. Shit, he was so. Freakin’. Perfect! X slid her fingers into his hair and tugged on his soft waves gently, delighting in the taste of him in her mouth. Miguel moved his lips to her neck and slid his hands down her curves, meaning to pull her shirt off. But she stopped him, suddenly remembering something.

“Wait!” she exclaimed. Miguel looked up at her in question, sitting back so she could push herself up to a seat. She gazed up at him with wide eyes. “I have a surprise! Wait here!”

X jumped up off the sofa and ran up to their bedroom, leaving her husband sighing at her sudden departure and sinking back into his seat. She dashed over to their cupboard and dug through her clothes to find the underwear she'd somehow managed to keep hidden from him. He was always so curious, her husband, and though it made for plenty of new experiences for their little family, it also made it incredibly difficult for her to surprise him. So, she’d take whatever opportunity she could get. She zipped over to the bathroom to get changed, then hurried back down the stairs, not wanting to keep her handsome husband waiting for too long.

Miguel tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for her. She loved surprises, his adorable little wife. It didn't matter whether she was the one planning them or the one receiving them: she just liked the joy that would fill the room whenever it was revealed.

“I’m ready, querido,” X called from somewhere behind him. Miguel twisted his head to look back at her and his jaw dropped when he saw what she was wearing.

She’d seen the silky green lingerie set in a shop window on her way back from grocery shopping the other day. It had been a while since she’d treated herself like that, what with Gabriella still being too young to go over to her friends’ houses and Miguel being too busy working at his full-time job. She herself spent her days as a biology teacher for the secondary school kids at Gabi’s school. It had taken a bit of getting used to, having to communicate with young students as opposed to the genius scientific minds she’d collaborated with in her previous jobs, but it was nice being able to mentor the kids and enjoy the quiet little life she and her husband had managed to build for themselves. X grinned as she placed her hands on her husband's shoulders and straddled his lap.

Miguel felt his heart start to quicken in his chest as he trailed his eyes over his wife's beautiful body. He hadn’t seen it before, the buttery deep-green fabric that clung to her intimate bits so very nicely. But he liked it.

“Do you like it, querido?” X asked, delighting in the hungry look on his face. Miguel lifted his gaze to hers, his brows furrowed in confusion. Then his eyes fell back to her body.

“Hmm? Yeah,” he mumbled distractedly. “What material is this?” He reached up to circle his thumbs around her nipples and X sucked in a breath at the feeling. Coño, his wife was beautiful, her head falling back in pleasure to expose the delicate length of her neck.

“Silk,” she replied once she’d regained her senses. She ran her hands along his shoulders, squeezing his muscles appreciatively. “Do you like it?”

“Mmm,” Miguel hummed in agreement, sliding his hands along the smooth curves of her waist. X grinned and tilted his face up to hers so she could start kissing him. She slid her fingers into his hair as she swirled her tongue around his, scrunching his soft waves in her hand. Miguel tightened his grip on her waist, moaning into her mouth as she began rolling her hips against his. He glided his hands up her back and wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her closer so her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest. X flinched as he reached down to squeeze her ass, her hips grinding against his and causing him to groan into the crook of her neck. “Querida …”

X dug her fingers into his shoulders and stopped her movements until he pulled back to look at her. She smiled when their eyes met, then leaned forward to run her hands up his neck and to his cheeks. She held his face in position as she kissed him again, her hands drifting down to the hem of his shirt as she smiled against his lips. She sat back to tug it off of him, then let her hands glide down his torso when he took over for her and pulled it off. She bit her lip at the feeling of his smooth skin beneath her palms, then she bent over to begin pressing soft kisses down the side of his neck. Miguel sighed as she made her way down his body, her lips and tongue tracing the outlines of his muscles teasingly. He lifted himself off his seat as she lowered herself to her knees, giving her the space to take his trousers off. X maintained his gaze as she took hold of his cock, fixing him with a naughty grin. Miguel kept his eyes trained on her as she guided him to her mouth and began showering his tip with soft kisses. He dug his fingers into the cushions as she swirled her tongue around him, his nerves lighting on fire as his wife teased and pleasured him with her mouth. She closed her lips around him and sucked on him carefully, slowly pulling him deeper into her mouth. Miguel groaned and slid his fingers into her hair to tug her back and forth, gently guiding her movements along his cock. X gripped onto his thighs and let out a low moan, knowing the vibrations would cause him to shudder in response. She pushed herself forward when he did, taking all of him into her mouth then swallowing around him when she felt his tip hit the back of her throat.

“¡P*tas!” Miguel swore, his body tightening at the pleasant sensation. He let go of her hair, then sank lower into his seat, relaxing into her embrace. X pulled her head back, letting him fall out of her mouth, and Miguel clenched his muscles to control himself as she climbed back onto his lap. He kept his hands on her waist as she circled her arms around his neck and bent over to nibble his jaw. Then she moved her mouth to his and pressed quick kisses to the corners of his lips, only causing his agitation to grow. Miguel growled and cupped her cheek in his hand, angling her head so he could kiss her properly. X giggled into his mouth and he smiled in response to her reaction - just like he always did. He kissed her for a little longer, relishing the taste of her in his mouth, then he flipped them around so she was suddenly underneath him. X looked up at him with wide eyes, startled, but he didn’t give her the chance to respond before he’d flipped her over onto her knees. Miguel curled himself around her and X relaxed into his embrace as he began kissing and nibbling on the side of her neck. He was so warm, his body so toned and defined against hers. He slid his hand down her back and into her panties, then closed his fingers around her soft flesh. X squealed, knowing he loved it when she did that, and Miguel grinned at the sound.

“Eres tan linda, mi amor (you're so lovely, my love),” he mumbled into the crook of her neck. “Tan hermosa. Mi esposita preciosa y inteligente. (So beautiful. My smart and pretty little wife.)” X shivered as the tips of his fangs pricked her skin and Miguel chuckled. He straightened to slide her panties off of her, then he slipped his hand between her legs.

She gasped at the feeling of her husband’s large fingers dragging up and down her p*ssy, then arched her back to spread herself wider for him. Miguel snickered at her eagerness and bent over to kiss her cheek before moving behind her again. He took hold of his cock and traced his tip along her folds, teasing her sensitive nerves as he lubricated himself in her c*m. He dipped his tip in and out of her entrance and X twisted her head back to scowl at him.

“Stop teasing me, Miguel!” she scolded him. Miguel laughed at the irritation on his wife’s face.

“Fine,” he relented. He notched his tip to her entrance then squeezed her ass in his hands as he eased himself into her. He rolled his hips gently as he pushed himself inside of her, keeping his movements slow so he could feel himself brushing against every inch of her warm and soft walls. F*ck, she felt good. He flipped his hands up her sides and unclipped her bra and X hastily pulled the straps off so she could toss it aside. Miguel chuckled at her enthusiasm, then he cupped her breasts in his hands, flicking and rolling her nipples with his fingers.

X flopped over onto the backrest, her brain turning numb at the feeling of his cock nestled deep inside of her. Shit, he felt good. Her p*ssy started throbbing around his dick as he continued to play with her breasts and Miguel grunted before moving his hands to her hips and thrusting himself in and out of her.

She was so cute, the helpless moans and whimpers falling from her mouth sounding like music to his ears. X pushed herself up and Miguel pulled her against him, holding her tight against his chest. She reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck, her slender finger sliding into his hair, and Miguel snuck a hand back up to her breasts. He squeezed her soft flesh as he sped up his movements, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass filling the room. Then he reached down and started rubbing her clit, the feeling of his fingers against her sensitive bundle of nerves amplifying her pleasure.

“M-M-Miguel!” X whined, her small body shuddering in his arms as she reached her climax. He stopped his movements abruptly, wanting to revel in the feeling of her clenching around his cock. Then he pulled out of her when she was done and spun her around so she was laying on her back.

She looked up at her husband with a dazed expression, her chest heaving with shallow breaths as she came down from her high. But then he was tracing her soaked folds with his tip and dipping in and out of her teasingly again. X squeezed her legs together as her p*ssy continued to flutter from the overstimulation, but her husband pried her thighs apart and held them down so he could slide his cock back into her. Miguel inhaled deeply at the delicious feeling of being snuggled tightly within his wife's warm and wet walls, then he glided his hands up her torso to start playing with her breasts again.

She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes as he flicked her nipples, the blissful expression on her face driving him closer to his own edge. He bounced her breasts teasingly, delighting in the way they jiggled between his fingers. Then he cupped them gently, his large hands swallowing her soft flesh whole. X clenched her muscles, tightening her grip on his cock, and Miguel let out a choked gasp at the sensation.

“Querida,” he groaned, the gruff tone of his voice causing a shiver to run down her spine. She pulled him into her again, squeezing his dick tight, and Miguel growled at the feeling this time. He moved his hands to her wrists and loomed over her, his copper eyes sparking as he pinned her against the sofa. “Arañita.”

X giggled at the note of warning in his voice and her back arched off the sofa in response to the feeling of his cock buried inside of her. Miguel bit his lip at the smile on her face, his stomach tightening at the sight of her curly hair tumbling around her shoulders and framing her sweet features so perfectly. Then he slid his hand under her back and started pumping himself in and out of her.

She yelped at the sudden force of his movements, the sofa creaking beneath them as he thrust his dick into her again and again. Her body stretched itself out at the feeling, preparing for another round of contractions to overtake her, and she grabbed onto a cushion to keep herself grounded.

“Mmm, querido …” his wife moaned, biting her lower lip in pleasure at the feeling of him. ¡P*tas! She was so. P*nche. Beautiful! His gorgeous f*cking wife! The woman who had given him their beautiful little daughter, the perfect combination of the both of them together. Mierda, he couldn't wait to put another baby in her - to see her waddling around the house again, all swollen with his seed. Coño, she was cute when she was pregnant.

She giggled at his mumbling about wanting to put another baby in her and how so very cute she looked when she was pregnant. She thanked her lucky stars again that she got to wake up in his arms every morning and fall asleep in them again every night. He was so sweet, her husband, always looking after his little wife and daughter, constantly making sure that no harm ever befell them. She gasped as he reached his climax, relishing the feeling of his warm c*m shooting into her womb and filling her up so very deliciously. Then she reached her orgasm too, her p*ssy clenching around his cock as she shook and shuddered beneath him.

He hovered over her when he was done, panting as he tried to catch his breath. F*ck, that had felt good. X looked up at him, her wide eyes travelling over the outlines of his muscles, highlighted by the sweat glistening on his skin. Then she lifted her gaze to his. “Should we check if it worked?

Miguel pursed his lips in confusion. “If what worked?”

X forced the corners of her lips to twist down at the ends, trying to hide her excited smile. “Should we check on baby number two?”

Miguel raised an eyebrow as he sat back, his lips curling into a smirk at her enthusiastic suggestion. “It takes a little longer than that, querida.”

X sat up and shrugged, her stomach flipping at the smug look on his face. “You never know.”

Miguel grinned and wrapped an arm around her waist as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Está bien, mi amor (it's okay, my love),” he reassured her, his voice thick with mischief. “We can always keep trying.” He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, then brushed his nose down the side of her neck.

X giggled at his naughty declaration. “Migue-el!”

He pulled back to look at her, finally starting to get suspicious at the beaming smile on his wife's adorable face. “What?”

She wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, settling herself back on his lap.

“Maybe … we don’t have to keep trying anymore,” she suggested, shrugging nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal that she was growing another little baby inside of her right then. She placed a hand on her stomach and her lips twisted into a cheeky smile again. “Maybe baby number two is already here?”

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened in disbelief at her revelation. She was pregnant?! And she hadn't told him?! She was actually insane, his pretty little wife. Miguel reached a hand down to her abdomen and brushed his fingers along her skin.

“Are you …” He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself so his voice wouldn't crack when he asked her the question. “You're pregnant?”

X nodded quickly, then lowered her gaze, suddenly becoming shy at the awestruck expression on his face.

“I haven't had my period for 2 months,” she confessed softly. “So I did a pregnancy test the other day and it was positive!”

A rush of joy swept over him at her words. He was going to be a father! Again! ¡Ay, mierda! He couldn't wait! Miguel grinned and ran his fingers through her hair, elated.

“Querida …” He stroked her cheek affectionately, then brushed his fingers down the length of her body. “When … We have to go to the doctor. We have to make sure everything is okay.” She'd had a few difficulties during her pregnancy with Gabriella and though it had all turned out fine in the end, he didn't dare take any risks with his precious little wife. But ay, mierda, he was going to be a father again!

Her heart thumped in her chest at the dazed look on her husband's face as he stood up and started pulling his clothes back on. It had been a real struggle to keep such a huge secret from him for so long, but the payoff had been completely worth it!

“Miguel.” X patted the empty space beside her, beckoning him back to the sofa. He lowered himself onto his seat and she climbed up onto his lap again. “Next week? Gabi doesn't come back until tomorrow, you know …” Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Miguel grinned and dragged his hands up and down her sides.

“Next week,” he relented, the blood already beginning to rush to his centre again. “But no blackouts, querida.”

Her chest warmed at the familiar phrase - at the promise that had gotten them through all the seemingly impossible trials they'd managed to overcome so far. X leaned forward and pressed her lips to her husband's. “No blackouts, mi amor.”

The end

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