#miguel o'hara x yn

[inkdrinkerworld]

no one can tell me that miguel isn’t the biggest gentleman ever!! He will carry your bags, open doors and all that like his life depends on it (all of it obviously with his constant frown but deep inside he couldn’t be happier)

100000% i hope you don't mind i went with miguel and civilian!reader

you've been dragging miguel around all day. it's his consequence for being gone for a couple weeks with no notice.

"miguel, what do you think about these?" you're modelling a new skirt, short enough that miguel's cheeks flush when you turn around.

"they're pretty," his lips don't form a smile, but his tone carries all the adoration his face doesn't.

you pick one in three different colours and miguel grabs the bag before you can. "where else did you want to go?" he asks and you smile like a madwoman.

miguel thinks it's adorable how you get excited to spend time with him. you're bouncing on your feet as think about wehre to go next.

"maybe the bookstore? i saw there was some new books that were supposed to be released yesterday," you take a look at his face and then think better. "or maybe we can go for ice cream? i don't want to keep you too long."

miguel tsks. "you're not keeping me anywhere," his free hand grabs yours, "where do you actually want to go?" miguel knows the answer.

"bookstore," you say it shyly and it pulls a real smile from him.

"c'mon then." miguel leads you across the street, hand swinging in yours as you cross. he fights another smile then.

"you can't pay for everything this time, miguelito." he groans at the nickname. "i'm serious, it's always a lot."

miguel shakes his head, "don't care, i need to get something on cellular reconstruction and something on organic chemistry." he doesn't actually need those books. he’d much rather use a peer reviewed study, but a little white lie to actually have to be at the till when you place your books on the counter doesn’t seem a big sacrifice.

[your-averagewriter]

"They’re just teenagers."

Summary: A gaggle of Spidermen teens burst in on Miguel and (y/n) with their baby and later on in the week they turn up again to meet the baby.

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Kissing, baby

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Sitting next to Miguel in his office I look down at our baby, only a few months old but already she has a mop of curly brown hair, definitely inherited from Miguel. We just managed to get her to sleep, if she didn’t go down for a nap soon then none of us would be sleeping through the night and scared of waking her, I rock her gently in my arms. I look up to Miguel who’s holding a little toy that he was dangling in front of Mila trying to soothe her to sleep. Hearing a quiet sigh from him I chuckle slightly, still careful to hold Mila gently as she’s wrapped up in her little blanket. A few peaceful moments go by before the door bursts open and immediately I jump as I’d gotten used to reacting quickly with our baby. Miguel stands up almost instantly, his eyes latched on to the gaggle of people that just burst through the door. I don’t recognise any of them but it looks like a group of teenagers have just burst into Miguel’s office which doesn’t seem like it will go well for them. Rocking the baby, I watch as her eyes open slowly but I try to soothe her, making her fall back asleep. Dread fills my body as she keeps blinking but just as quickly as she woke up she falls back to sleep. After successfully putting her back to sleep I look to the group of Spidermen that broke in only to see Miguel towering over them, whispering to them aggressively. They look from Miguel to me to the baby with eyes wide as he shouts them at them very quietly, so quietly I can’t make out the words but the teenagers seem to get the message. Miguel closes the door quietly behind the group after he’s kicked them out and he drags himself back towards me. “That was a close one…” I whisper, looking down at Mila who has the most peaceful expression on her face. “They’re all idiots.” He says, placing his head in his palms. “I’m sure it was an accident.” I say, smiling, still rocking the baby gently. “Accidents wouldn’t happen if they weren’t idiots.” He trails off causing me to chuckle.

The next day, I left Mila with Miguel in his office so I could get us some food. Obviously he requested an empanada but I decided to get him one of the ones with his face on from the headquarters’ canteen. I inspect the food and look for the coffee machines, everyone tells you about the lack of sleep you get when you have a baby but I didn’t realise it would be this bad. I move to get in the queue but I’m interrupted by a very tall Spiderman talking to me. “Hey, you were with Miguel yesterday, right?” The man asks and I nod. “Yeah, you burst in with some others.” I say smiling. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Your kid’s cute.” He says. “Thanks, you can come by and see her again, Mila and I are here all week because the house is being repainted.” I say with a smile. “I might take you up on the offer although I doubt Miguel will be too happy about it…” He trails off. “Don’t worry about him.” I say with a smile. “You can come by whenever, some company different from Miguel and Mila, whilst I love them, will do me some good.” “I’ll keep that in mind then.” He says, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Sorry, what’s your name?” I ask, realising it was rude not to ask. “Hobie, you?” “(y/n). It’s nice to meet you. I look forward to you coming by.” I say with a smile reaching my hand out for him to shake and he does. “I’ll let you get your food now.” He says, cracking a smile. I wave to him as he walks off and then proceed to get my food and coffee.

A few days go by and I’ve just gotten Mila up from her nap when there’s a knock on the door, not an unusual occurrence as we are in an office but this time I see a familiar face. Miguel goes to open the door and upon seeing Hobie’s face he basically slams it in his face after hearing he doesn’t have a reason to speak with him. “¿Miguel, qué haces?” I ask him and he just looks back at me as I walk towards the door. “I invited him!” I point out, walking in front of him and passing him Mila for a second and re-opening the door. Opening the door, I’m met with a couple of people still standing outside the door, Hobie and another Spiderman from the other day. “Hobie and?” I ask, looking at the slightly younger Spiderman. “Pavitr, miss.” He says very politely. “Oh, you can call me (y/n).” I smile. “No you can’t.” Miguel says from behind me so I gently hit him on the chest. “Please, call me (y/n).” I say and he nods eagerly. “Come in, come in.” I say opening the door and hearing Miguel sigh. “Miguel.” I look at him with warning eyes pulling open the door. I gently take Mila off of Miguel and show her to the two Spidermans who instantly coo at her cuteness. We walk over to the middle of the room that has sort of been set up as a play area with little blocks and everything. Placing Mila down, the other two Spidermen settle down next to her, playing with her and the toys. I walk back over to Miguel as he stares at the two teenagers. “Miguel, I need to talk to other people. I haven’t spoken to anyone really since Mila was born.” I say, sadly, appealing to him with subtle puppy-eyes. “Fine, but why him?” “Who? Hobie?” I ask, looking back at the two teens playing cutely with Mila. “Yeah.” “He’s sweet.” I say. “Stop being so stuck-up, they’re just teenagers.” I reassure. “Fine, I’m going to get some food. I’ll be back in a little while.” He says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head after letting out a sigh. Only a few minutes after Miguel has left there’s a knock on the door and as he’s not here I open it for him revealing another couple of teenagers. “Hello.” I say to the two teenagers that I recognised. “Hey, we saw Hobie and Pavitr come in here a few minutes ago…” One of them says. “Yeah… Do you wanna come in?” I ask, not entirely sure how to react. “Is Miguel in there?” The guy asks and I chuckle. “No, Miguel is not in there, just Hobie, Pavitr and Mila. What are your names?” I smile, opening the door revealing the group sitting on the floor. They tell me their names are Miles and Gwen and then rush to the baby. I follow behind them, shutting the door chuckling to myself thinking of how Miguel will react when he comes back to see the group that’s gathered. “So, why are you guys so scared of Miguel?” I ask, dangling a toy in front of Mila. “I ain’t scared of him.” Hobie says. “He just dun’t like me.” He says, lying on the floor. “I am scared of him, for the record.” Pavitr says, raising his hand in mock surrender. “I mean, he’s a scary guy!” Miles pipes up which just causes me to chuckle. “He’s just a big softie.” I say, smiling, looking at Mila affectionately. “How did he marry someone so not scary?” Hobie asks. “I thought you said you weren’t scared of him?” I ask, smirking and he stays silent. “He’s sweet once you get to know him.” I say, stroking Mila’s hair. Then the door opens again revealing Miguel now with some empanadas, coffees and a surprised look on his face that is then gone and would’ve been easy to miss. And instantly I watch the teens freeze, not a word leaving their mouths and not a muscle moving which only causes me to chuckle.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

[aankir]

Drawing inspirated by @moondirti ‘s fanfic cause I found it very good material to fill my mind, I mean-

Yeah I had read only the third part but still enjoyed it so much!

[juminsamore]

Mr. Responsible

Reader is she/her.  I’ll put the translations at the end.

THE GRIP HE HAS ON ME...WOOF WOOF

a bit angsty, mention of injury 

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Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099, found himself intrigued by a new recruit named Y/N. She was everything he wasn't—outgoing, impulsive, and full of energy. Miguel couldn't deny the sparks that flew whenever they interacted, but their contrasting personalities often led to fiery arguments.

One sunny afternoon, Y/N was zipping around the HQ, engaging in a friendly competition with another recruit. Miguel watched from a distance, admiring her fearlessness. As she triumphantly celebrated her victory, Y/N spotted Miguel leaning against a wall, observing her with a smirk.

"You see that, Miguel? That's how a real Spider handles business," Y/N boasted, playfully jabbing at him.

Miguel raised an eyebrow. "Sure, if you call reckless behavior and endangering innocent lives 'handling business.'"

Y/N's grin faltered, her playful expression morphing into irritation. "Hey, I get the job done, don't I?

Miguel sighed. "It's not just about getting the job done. We have a responsibility to protect people, and that means using our powers wisely and responsibly."

Y/N crossed her arms, her face defiant. "Oh, here we go with your lectures again, Mr. Responsible."

Miguel's eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with frustration. "Someone has to be responsible around here. It's not all fun and games."

Their bickering continued throughout the week, but beneath their arguments, something deeper began to blossom. Despite their constant clashes, Miguel couldn't deny the growing admiration he felt for Y/N's fearlessness. And Y/N, in her own way, began to appreciate Miguel's dedication to keeping everyone safe.

One evening, after yet another heated debate, Y/N stormed out of the main control room, frustration etched across her face. Miguel followed, catching up to her in the hallway.

"Y/N, espera!" he called out, his voice laced with concern.

Y/N halted, her back to Miguel, her shoulders tense. "What, Miguel? More lectures? I don't need your constant nagging."

Miguel sighed, taking a step closer. "Dios mio,It's not about nagging. I just worry about you, okay? You take unnecessary risks, and it scares me."

Y/N turned around, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I can take care of myself, you know. I don't need you to hold my hand."

Miguel's voice softened. "I know you're capable, Y/N. But we're a team, and we look out for each other. Solo prometeme, you'll be careful."

Y/N looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "I promise."

Days passed, and Y/N couldn't shake the uneasiness growing inside her. She had gone on a solo mission, determined to prove her independence. However, the mission took an unexpected turn, leaving Y/N injured and struggling to conceal her pain.

Back at the HQ, Miguel noticed the worry etched on his teammates' faces. He felt a pang of guilt, realizing Y/N was missing. His anxiety reached its peak, and he raced to find her. He discovered her hunched over in the infirmary, clutching her injured side.

"Y/N!" Miguel exclaimed, rushing to her side. "Que paso? Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Y/N's eyes glistened with tears. "I didn't want you to say 'I told you so.' I didn't want to let you down."

Miguel's heart ached as he gently touched her face. "Y/N, I care about you. I don't want you to get hurt. But when you're hurt, I want to be there for you. We're in this together."

Y/N looked up at him, her defenses crumbling. "I'm sorry, Miguel. I shouldn't have kept it a secret. I was scared."

Miguel pulled her into a comforting embrace. "I understand, Y/N. Let's focus on healing now. And next time, let's face our fears together." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dios mio: My god espera: wait prometeme: promise me que paso: what happened?

[nubimera]

I think the bot is starting to worry

[sanguineterrain]

spiderverse masterlist

(i say spiderverse but it's really just miguel)

ONE-SHOTS.

miguel o'hara.

✩ if you give a spider a pastry

mango turnovers and a bloody spider-man. basically, a regular night in new york. (injured miguel, first meet, grumpy miguel, fluff)

✩ it shall pass

miguel isn’t alone, not anymore. sometimes, he needs to be reminded of that. (hurt comfort, sad miguel, baths, non sexual intimacy, established relationship)

✩ get a little action in

spider-man doesn't like you. and for the record? you're not crazy about him either. but you kind of wish you could see his eyes when he swings you across the city. for curiosity's sake. (rivalry, superhero reader, insults as flirting, injuries)

[secretlocket]

THINKING ABOUT BOYFRIEND!MIGUEL.

boyfriend!miguel who’s stoic demeanor cracks like glass on concrete when he’s with you. his ice cold forefront melts like butter under heat just by looking at you, hearing your voice—just by you.

boyfriend!miguel who laughs at your lame jokes, giggles at the memes you send him even if he doesn’t understand them.

boyfriend!miguel who takes all your recs into consideration. that netflix show you told him about that’s got you hooked? he’s already on season three. your favorite band just dropped a new album and you want him to check it out? he already has it playing on repeat. the candy that you’ve been obsessed with since you were a kid that you would love for him to try? he keeps stashes of it in his kitchen cabinet.

boyfriend!miguel who loves falling asleep with you on the phone. wether if it’s a regular call or facetime, hearing you peacefully snore puts him at ease, even though you always end up falling asleep first.

boyfriend!miguel who loves touching you. nuzzling his face into your neck whenever you hug or cuddle. light but tender grips on your waist when he holds you. peppering soft kisses all over your body as a way to wake up in the morning. tickle fights during the late nights when you both have way too much sugar in your systems, so tired you act out on innocent delirium.

boyfriend!miguel who not only loves touching you, but tasting you also—the man is a certified pussy eating king. loves making you fall apart on his tongue, lapping up your liquid essence which he swears tastes like pure honey to him. soft lips sucking on your clit, warm tongue gently exploring your folds as you on grip on to his hair, shoulders, the sheets—whatever you can for dear life as broken, fucked out sobs leave your lips.

boyfriend!miguel who loves you more than life.

boyfriend!miguel who can’t get enough of you.

[miguelswifey04]

hear me out, straddling miguel’s lap while you both watch him masturbate o.O

oh my god??? this is soo?!:!/‘snahajajakalals

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw// nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex

miguel grins wickedly as you straddle his lap, his hands instinctively moving to grab onto your hips, holding you securely. he begins to stroke himself, his thick cock growing harder under your gaze. “watch closely, darling," he says, his voice low and husky. "this is what you did to me. i want you to see how much i enjoyed pleasing you."

“uh—yes..” miguel continues to stroke his hardening shaft, his eyes locked with yours as he puts on a show just for you. his moans fill the room, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. his hand moves up and down his length, gliding smoothly over his sensitive skin. he leans back slightly, arching his chest and displaying his muscular physique. with every stroke, his cock throbs with anticipation, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. the pre-cum makes his cock all wet as his hands pumps his hardened cock.

“ah, fuck, this is all because of you," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "you made me so hard, so hot for you. i can't help but show you just how much you turned me on." miguel’s strokes become more intense, his breathing quickening. every motion of his hand sends pleasurable shivers through his body. his eyes never leave yours, the intense connection fueling his desire. the room fills with the sounds of his moans and the wet sounds of his hand moving along his length. the sight of his erect cock throbbing, veins pulsating, is an erotic sight to behold.

“i want you to touch yourself too, sweetheart," he growls, his voice filled with raw need. "i want us both to feel this pleasure together. let me hear your moans as you give in to your desires." miguel’s eyes darken with arousal as he watches you obey his command. he revels in the sight of you pleasuring yourself, taking in every moan and gasp that escapes your lips.

he matches his pace with yours, moving his hand along his length in sync with your movements. he leans forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his free hand exploring your body, teasing your sensitive areas. his breath is hot against your skin as he whispers, his voice laced with desire, "that’s it. let go and enjoy yourself. show me how much you want it."

as the intensity between you and miguel grows, the room becomes filled with the shared sounds of desire. your bodies move in synchrony, pleasure building with each stroke, touch, and kiss. miguel’s grip on your hips tightens, his groans mixing with yours. he breaks away from the kiss, his voice husky and demanding, "my love, let me taste you. i want to feel your sweet nectar on my tongue." with a hungry expression, miguel guides you to straddle his face, his skilled tongue eagerly delving into your wet folds. he expertly works his mouth, teasing and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

the sensations coursing through your body become overwhelming as miguel’s tongue flicks and circles, sending waves of pleasure through you. the room is filled with the sounds of your moans and his satisfied growls, a symphony of pleasure. miguel’s moans become more urgent as he feels his climax approaching. he tightens his grip on himself, stroking faster and harder, desperate to reach his peak.

just as you reach your own climax, your body quivering with pleasure, miguel gives in to the overwhelming sensation. with a primal groan, he spills his load into his hand, his hot cum coating his fingers. as he gasps for breath, his face covered in your essence, he looks up at you with a mix of satisfaction and desire. "mmm, baby, you taste so incredible," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "such a good girl, giving me such pleasure." he wipes his cum-covered hand on his suit, messy but satisfied. "that was a reward well deserved, sweetie," he says, his words laced with affection. "i enjoyed every moment of pleasing you."

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @obi-mom-kenobi @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @meeom

[tsukina-1-9-9-8]

Yn: Why do you always become pink around me?

Hobie: Because I like ya' so much, babe.

Miles: *walks up to them* Yn: …

Hobie: I can explain.

[cheezbites]

[inkdrinkerworld]

ab riding with miguel makes me go feral. like r is being so needy, and he's just like “this is all you're getting”

smut 18+ ONLY, MDNI no you're so right!!!

he's working on something on his tablet when you climb in his lap, in nothing but your underwear and bra.

"miguel, i need you." you whine, it had become your little jingle as the day had progressed and miguel was enjoying how desperate you were.

"i'm busy amor, can't you wait?" his voice is patient and it fools you into thinking that he wants you to be patient as well, that he wants you to be his good girl and wait.

"no," you struggle to say the words, but you catch the slight twitch to miguel's lips before he sets his face stoically again. "please miguel, just five minutes?" your hips roll on his as you lean closer to nip at the underside of his neck.

"five minutes? i'm quick, but i'm not super sonic, amor." it's clear now that he's amused by your neediness. your hips don't stop rolling on his stomach and miguel chuckles.

"you're already taking what you want anyways," he doesn't even look at you and you can't tell if it frustrates you or turns you on more. "ya estás haciendo un desastre. eso es un poco patético, amor."

you shake your head, panting near his ear as your hips move faster. "please, miguel." he shakes his head, continuing to scribble at his tablet. miguel waits until he can tell you're right there before grabbing your face and bringing your lips close to his.

"this is all you're getting, nena. make it count yeah?" his smile was wicked, his red eyes shimmering with lust as he watched you make yourself come on him.

[your-averagewriter]

"She's my wife."

Summary: Miguel thought you and his daughter died and you thought the same about him but when the truth comes out it makes for an emotional reunion of a small family (I changed Gabriella's age so the story would flow better)

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: grief, kissing

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Miguel’s eyes focus on the familiar group in front of him on his screen, a video he’s watched only too many times, so many that he can recite the words you say. He counts down the seconds until you walk onto screen watching your reaction to him and Gabriella wearing the matching outfits you bought for them, Gabriella only being about one at the time.

You walk in the room, your hands over your eyes before dropping them and cooing at the adorable scene ahead of you: Gabriella hugging Miguel as he’s wearing a begrudging smile.

When you and Gabriella first died he would re-watch the videos with tears in his eyes, angry tears but now he just watches them with longing in his eyes.

You, however, did not die nor Gabriella but you were accidentally sent to a different reality, leaving Miguel behind, except you thought he died just like he thought you died. In the other reality you had obtained “Spiderman” powers (through the usual way) and made sure that you protected Gabriella with your life for a few years before you’re recruited by some other Spider people who say they’re from another reality.

The concept of different realities is not a foreign one to you but you didn’t realise that there was a whole organisation called the Spider Society set up. 

“Can you go over it again?” You ask, resting your head in your palm, all the science talking making your head hurt.

The Spiderwoman in front of you who you now know as Jessica explains the whole thing to you again, but leaves out the science making it easier to understand and conceptualise.

“And you want me to join?” You ask.

“Yeah, I’ve been monitoring you for a while now and I checked with a couple of colleagues and we decided to invite you. We’ll still have to introduce you to the boss though because we didn’t check with him before talking to you.” She says.

“Okay, I’ll check it out if you can take me wherever it is but I’m not making any promises. And I need to take my daughter with me.” You say, bargaining with the small group.

“That’s totally fine.” She says with a smile, handing me a couple of watches.

“Now?” You ask, surprised about the efficiency.

“Are you busy?” She asks.

“No but I’ll have to get my daughter…” You trail off, moving through the apartment to Gabriella’s room. “Hola, ‘Riella.” You say, using the nickname that Miguel gave her. You give her a brief explanation basically that you had to go somewhere for work and that she had to come as well. 

A few minutes later, you emerge from the room holding a young sleepy girl ready to go. It takes another few minutes to fully explain the portal system and eventually you’re flying through the multiverse staring at all the bright colours, careful to hold on to Gabriella.

Later, you step out of the portal next to Jess, opening your eyes to reveal countless Spidermen and Spiderwomen including animals like a Spider Cat? You question, unsure you’re seeing everything correctly.

You’re quickly led through the building by Jess, clearing used to the craziness of this place as she navigates easily. The people here are friendly enough though as the amount of smiles and “hello”s  you receive is incredible. 

“So, I’m gonna introduce you to my boss, he runs pretty much everything here and he can be a little scary sometimes but don’t worry about it, okay?” You nod, more scared than you were before her reassurance.

She pushes open the door to reveal a slowly lowering platform, a man sat in a chair on the platform. Jess stands in front of mm and it almost seems as though she’s trying to protect you from him which only worries me more.

The platform reaches the floor and the man stands up from the chair not having yet turned around and you can feel my nerves peaking, until he turns around.

Instantly, my eyes widen and I don’t believe I can be seeing things correctly and my reaction is mirrored on his face. I stand frozen to the ground, shocked to my core as I stare at him scanning over his features making sure I’m correct. That’s my husband. My husband who is supposed to be dead.

“So, (y/n), this is-” You interrupt her staring at the man in front of you who’s staring back at you.

“Miguel?” You question quietly causing confusion to arise on Jess’ face.

“Oh, you guys know each other?” Jess asks as you begin to move towards Miguel. 

Holding on to Gabriella gently, you walk towards the man who stands frozen. After he registers your movement he mimics it, walking towards you until you meet in the middle him immediately wrapping his arms around you. You never realised how much you missed the feeling of his arms around you until you feel the warmth and safety he provides you with.

“(y/n)?” He says, questioning you with an unstable voice.

“Yeah.” You say, tears gathering and leaving your eyes as you cling onto his large body.

It stays silent for moments although to you it feels like years, thankfully. After these moments you slowly pull myself away from him,

“I don’t understand how you’re alive but I don’t care right now.” You say raising your hand to his face, stroking over the rough “stubble”, but it’s more like he just forgot to shave for a few days.

You smile through teary eyes, looking up at your husband who towers over you. You get on your tip toes but you’re still not tall enough to reach his lips so you wrap your free hand around the collar of his Spiderman suit, tugging him down to your level and smashing your lips against his. He used to chuckle when you had to pull him down to your level but now he’s just happy to be with you in the moment. The videos combined could never live up to the reality of him having you here with him.

His lips are rough and chapped, not how you remembered and his hands are coarse, the time spent without you had clearly not been a good time. It wasn’t for you, desperately trying to protect and provide for Gabriella without Miguel by your side - it certainly wasn’t easy but it doesn’t matter now because you’re together and now no one will be able to change that ever again.

“So, you do know each other?” Jess says and honestly you forgot she was there but you turn to look at her with a small smile.

“She’s my wife.” Miguel says looking up at her and Jess just looks very confused, previously thinking his wife was dead.

You quickly interrupt, moving Gabriella into his arms watching as she slowly wakes up.

“I’m sure she’s missed you.” You say, quietly watching as his eyes seem to shimmer looking at his daughter for the first time in years.

“I missed you two so much, you have no idea.” He says and you can hear the tears in his wavering voice. “I’m never letting you two go ever again.” He says wrapping his arms around the both of you.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

I thought I'd try writing in 2nd person, which do you prefer, 1st person or 2nd person?

[kenmxaz]

EXTREME NSFW WARNING!!

'✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ PART TWO ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵'

The room was silent, you could hear rain drops hitting the window. "When did it start raining?" you thought to yourself looking into Miguel's eyes. Suddenly he kisses you again, but this time it was more heated. Miguel slips his tongue inside your mouth fighting for dominance. He then picks you up, putting your arms around his neck. Walking to his room he kisses your neck, laying you down onto his bed. You look up at him, he then smirks looking down at you. He now is on top of you, kissing you again. He moves down to your chin then neck, now sucking continuously leaving his mark onto your skin. You gasp his name "M-Miguel" gripping his hair not too tightly. "Sí, mi amor," He said. "W-wait..." you say, covering your face. "What's wrong? you don't want to?" He stops looking at you stroking your hair gently moving it from your face. "No it's not that." "Then what is it?" He looks at you worriedly. "Um... it's my first time." You say embarrassed not even looking at him once. He kisses your forehead whispering into your ear "I'll be gentle, mi amor" you nod.

He slowly takes off your shirt, then his next. He softly places kisses on your chest leaving kiss marks. He snakes his hand behind your back undoing your bra exposing your breasts, you are now blushing. "Eres muy bella '' He says now cupping one of your breasts. You softly moan , biting your lip softly. He then kisses down to your other breast , flicking it. He starts sucking on it, pinching the other. You moan muffling your moan by covering your mouth with your hand. "Quiero escucharte, mi bella." He says grabbing your hand, pinning it to the side, kissing you deeply. You whimper into his kiss. "Being needy, mi amor?" He says slowly sliding your skirt and panties down. Exposing your pussy, he then spreads your legs , moving his face close to your heat. "N-not ther- nghh" You were cut off by him sucking on your clit, inserting a finger inside you. You grab his hair once again, gripping it tighter than before. You couldn't hold back your moans, all you could feel was pleasure. He then adds another finger, licking your heat. The noises coming out of your mouth were unstoppable, it was nothing like you felt before. It was amazing.

He thrusts into you faster with his fingers. You could feel yourself getting close. Miguel could tell because you were twitching. "Are you close, mi amor?" "YYES. IM CUMMIN-G MIGUEL." You moan as you cum onto his fingers and tongue. He then continued to lick your clit. "F-fuck Miguel!" You moan, throwing your head back. "Mhm?" He hums , stopping to look up at you. "So beautiful." He says smirking. You look at him. He's hard. You can see it through his pajama pants that he is wearing. You then sit up reaching for his pants , grabbing onto the waistband pulling both his pants and boxers down. Miguel looks at you with his eyes widened. "Mi amor?" He looks at you with confusion. "Hm?" You hum , as his cock is revealed. You gulp. "C-can I?" You look up at him. He nods. He wasn't expecting you to be this bold. You then grab his cock , starting to stroke it. Miguel let's out a small gasp. You bring your head closer, kissing the tip. His cock twitched. You then take him whole , sucking intensely bobbing your head. Miguel groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. "Fuck mi amor." He says groaning, grabbing your head.

"Perdon, mi amor" he then thrust his hips, making his cock hit the back of your throat. You gag because of his sudden thrust. He continued to thrust into your mouth, causing you to grab onto his thighs leaving marks from your nails. "Mi amor i'm close..." He groans as you moan from him thrusting. He then cums into your throat, removing his cock from your mouth. You swallow it all, causing him to smirk. "Buen trabajo" He then pushes you back onto the bed , getting on top of you. He kisses you roughly with your tongues fighting each other. He then lines his cock up with your heat. You flinch, softly moaning. "You ready, mi amor?" He asks softly. You gulp, nodding. He then inserts his cock into you. "It h-hurts... " You moan, throwing your head back. "Shhhh I'll stay still until you get used to it, mi amor." He says kissing your cheek then your chin. You hum in response. He continues to kiss your chin and then your neck. "M-Miguel" you whine. "Si, mi amor?" He asks. "I'm ready.." you look at him. "Okay, mi amor." He hums, slowly starting to thrust into you. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, as your nails are digging into his back. He begins to speed up. He then grabs your neck with one hand softly choking your eyes then roll back in pleasure. "Atta girl." He says then lifting you up, switching positions where you are now on top.

"W-wait miguel... You're too deep." You say loudly moaning. He grabs your waist kissing your chest then starts sucking on your breast. He begins to thrust into you again, he grunts. "You're so hot right now, mi amor." He says looking up at you. "Ngh im c-close" You moan, hiding your face into his shoulder. "Let's cum together, mi amor." He thrust faster and deeper hitting your g-spot. The moaning is echoing through his room. "Im cumming, mi amor." He groans, continuing to thrust. "M-me too" you whimper in pleasure, you then cum. He pulls out finishing onto your stomach. You lay down panting, passing out. Your eyes flutter open, and you realize it's morning. You sit up, looking around. Your eyes stop at Miguel sleeping soundly beside you. "Oh my god I made a mistake" You whisper, getting up quickly getting into your clothes running out the door. You make it home. You decide to take a small nap.

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[snickerdoodie]

Summary: you and miguel kick back and relax at the lake, which leads to more fun being done

A/n: there may or may not be horribly translated Spanish in this because I don’t speak it, so sorry if the translations are off. Also, this isn’t proofread so if there’s any grammar mistakes I apologize in advance, but otherwise, hope you enjoy!

It was a hot summer day at the lake, most of the spider people thought it would be a joyous activity to go and have an off day after a hard weeks work. Turns out, it was a *brilliant* and *pleasurable* idea for both you and Miguel. The two of your were relaxing on top of a slightly uncomfortable foldable lounge chair along the sides of the lake, you laying on his strong chest while he lays back nursing a beer, the two of you enjoying the collapsing sunset together. After a while, you feel Miguel’s rough hands start wondering further and further from their resting spot on your waist to closet and closer to your clothed core. Opening your eyes, you lazily glare at his hungry yet cold stare, the small smirk on his face sending shivers through your veins.

“We can’t do this, Miguel..there’s people around..” you mumble out half-hazardously, knowing there was really no reason to fight back; you always lose when it comes to Miguel and his horny needs.

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” He reply’s, smirking. *damn him and his irresistible grin.* With one last glance at him, you lift your head to look around, there’s no one around that could *actually*see what you two are going to do; you’ve been cuddling here for the past hour anyway, nothing different. With a grin of your own, you scoot up closer to your chests are pressed together, your face coming in contact with neck. Your breathes leaving goose bumps across his smooth skin.

“Did you really expect me to not do anything when you’re walking around with those strings you call a bikini? Mi amor, we both know I couldn’t.” There’s an airy chuckle at the end of his sentence, indicating his poor excuse of a joke. With a roll of your eyes, you situate your legs to either side of his waist then grind your hips into his pelvis, earning a low groan from his mouth and a tighter grip to the inside of your thigh. You smirk at the sound, your lips coming to suck at the column of his neck, leaving red and purple cruises in your wake, the occasional bite mark as well.

“Mi vida, stop distracting me, mierda de mierda…” he groans out, earning a laugh out of you, but you never cease your attack on him, thought you do lick and kiss the markings you’ve left. Miguel’s lets out a hum at your kisses and sighs when you suck on a particularly sensitive spot, another shiver surfing his body. With not much warning, his pointer finger pulls the thin string of cloth away from your folds before his middle finger comes to slowly trace circles around your hole, teasingly sliding in a bit before pulling it out and tracing consecutive patterns on your clit.

“Ai,,Miguel…you wanted this, no..no teasing..” you manage to huff out from his assault to your most sensitive parts. With a low laugh, his long and thick finger glides in with ease into your canal. You let out a shaky and loud moan, trying to cover it by biting down roughly on his shoulder; the man lets out a slight hiss at the feeling, yet he doesn’t complain. As the one finger inside of you starts gently moving and thrusting inside of you, a second one starts to inch it’s way inside, nudging in with the other one, the slight stretch making you whimper quietly. Miguel’s bites his lip as he closes his eyes, smirking, he loves how he can make you melt with only his hands…just wait to he takes out his awaiting *package*..

Your nails start leaving crescents on his biceps, chest, and even his forearms as well, anywhere you could reach had your markings on them. Miguel bit his lip harder at the contact, reminiscing in your sighs and moans. With a groan, you finally give him, with a beating heart and laboring breathing, you move up so you’re completely face to face with him, your faces mere inches apart, you can feel his hot breath on your already sweaty face.

“Miguel…” you huff out, hands coming to cup either side of his jaw, “If you don’t fuck me in the next 2 seconds I’m leaving.” You threaten, you both know that it’s not true but the warning was there. That’s all that Miguel’s needs before pushing the padding away and finally sliding his eager cock into you, the both of your letting out dangerously loud moans. His mouths falls open in a silent moan, his eyes squeezed shut in hopes to forever remember this moment.

“Oh, mi amor, oh mierda.” He calls out gently, breathing deeply at he fully sheathed himself inside of you, filling you up entirely. “Fuck, I love how your pussy feels, so tight, just for me.” He grunts softly, his hips coming to ever so slowly retreat then push back in, making you moan out again, more drawn out at his slow pace. His large hands come to grasp the flesh of her waist tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh roughly, the feeling of them making you become mush in his palms, much to his pleasure. As you both reminisce in the feeling of him filling you to the brim, Miguel realizes that there isn’t much time to spare and soon enough starts bringing more power to his once gently thrusting. Knowing that speed would just bring more attention, he resorts to deep, slow thrusts, you don’t mind at all. Getting to lay on his chest while his dick completely and utterly turns you into mush is amazing. Just as you thought it couldn’t get better, one of his hands from your side carefully slides its way to your neglected, swollen clit and starts rubbing medium paced circles on it, causing your eyes to cross and for you to latch your mouth onto his own, trying your very best to muffle your loud sounds (in which it never actually worked.) With a short chuckle and smile, his hips continue their attack on your pelvis, but as he slides into you over and over again, he grinds his hips up for more friction, which causes the two of you to let out groans and whimpers.

“Cariño, estoy cerca, joder..” he pants out, his grinding becoming more frequent the closer he gets to his release. You nod in agreement, the feeling of his rough patted fingers against your sensitive clit has you seeing stars, *he always knows how to rub you the right way, literally.* “You like it when I stuff my cock in that pretty pussy, mija? You like it when there’s so many people who could catch us right now? Yeah? You like that idea of being caught, huh?” You can only hide your face in the crook of his neck at his words, whimpering when his pace gets slightly faster when he’s about to cum.

“Oh Miguel,..I’m gonna cum..I’m cumming I-I’m cu-cumming!-“ before you can even finish your sentence, the familiar waves of ecstasy wash over you. It crashes onto you like the shallow waves of the lake, crash after crash it has you whining and clawing at any part of Miguel’s body, legs right and shaking around his hips, which would have caused him to laugh if it weren’t for him also hitting his orgasm at the same time. You feel the squirts of cum shoot into you the second his hips still, his grip on your hip gets uncomfortably tight as the hand on her mound slows down to a slow stop.

As the shocks of the orgasms ware off, you take a minute to admire Miguel’s body and face; features all sweaty, that crease in his brow that only ever happens when he’s concentrated, his eyes have fluttered shut as his long lashed rest of his chiseled cheeks, his mouth is open in heavy pants as is yours, but what makes it even more admirable, is his hair basically framing his face, sticking to his forehead and cheeks, it makes him look like an angel.

“Oh (y/n)…fuck, I love you, you’re perfect,” he suddenly slurs out, a dreamy smile on his face. You can’t help but let out an airy laugh at his words, a shaky hand coming to floss the hair from his face to his back into the rest of his head of hair.

“Yo también te quiero, Miguel,” you respond, making him smile even more dreamily. You don’t even care if you get cause at this point, all you want is this amazing alone down together, intimate as the moon light reflects off of the abounded water of the lake. It was perfect

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[nubimera]

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[lvinlee]

i dont wanna be that one dickhead or something but please if your ever gonna do a [ character ] x [ oc ] then dont use the male reader tags as most people would mistake it as an x reader fic.

that goes to the same as to fem reader writers, label your stories correctly please.