#that your first reaction to someone hurting miguel

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Kinktober Day 27- CEO!Miguel x New Hire!Reader PT.2 (Toys/orgasm denail)

*Heavily requested by a lot of you, haha*

        It had been a hell of a ride from when you first started working for Miguel. Lyla was still not happy with the turn of events. You were literally just working at the company as Miguel's sexual relief. Now, you did help Lyla with her work. You did take your job seriously since you did want to be a help, but it was difficult sometimes. Most people in the building just saw you as a gold digger. Someone who was just taking advantage of Miguel's money. It hurt your feelings.

        You had a small pout against your cheek as you walked throughout the building. Your arms filled with paperwork that you needed to copy and deliver to each of the supervisors. Your heels clicked against the floorboards, making your presence known to the others. It felt weird now. Before anyone knew about you and Miguel, things were easier. Now they just looked at you differently. Handing the paperwork to each of the supervisors, you made your way back to your desk on the top floor.

"(Y/N), can you come to my office?" Miguel called on your ear piece.

"Yes Sir," You chirped.

        You smiled as you heard his low, rumbling groan. You and Miguel had been together for three months since Lyla came back. Despite all the fuss with your other coworkers, Miguel was always there to cheer you up. That, and after some convincing, Lyla eventually agreed to the two of you dating. As long as she was no where around the office when Miguel rails you. Miguel had a tendency to fuck you so rough that your moans could be heard past his doors.

" You called for me, sir?" You chirped as you entered Miguel's office.

        Lyla immediately stood and made her way downstairs to the local coffee shop. Miguel motioned you towards his desk. You skipped over to him, sitting on his desk. Miguel grabbed your waist, inhaling your scent. He let out another groan as you whispered a 'sir' into his ear. Miguel reached into his bottom drawer, pulling out a small box. He placed the box in your hands, demanding that you open it. You tilted your head in confusion,

"Hm? New panties?" You questioned, then noticed something about them, "M-Miguel, what is this?!" You squeaked.

        The panties had a small vibrator right where your clit was supposed to rest on. Your cheeks burned up as Miguel told you to put them on. You huffed quietly, putting the panties on. Miguel always made sure that you wore nothing under your skirt whenever you worked. It was easier for him to fuck you, so this was a first. You felt slightly uncomfortable as you felt the vibrator press against your clit. The panties itself felt slightly heavy too.

"Okay?"

"Wait, lemme just get a small taste," Miguel whispered as he held a small remote.

        You watched as he pressed a button. Suddenly, you felt the vibrator turn on and hit your clit. Your body arched and trembled from the toy. You hovered over Miguel's desk, whimpering lowly from the sensation. Miguel just groaned in response, enjoying your reaction to his new toy. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the back of your neck. You spread your legs more, whining at the vibrator. Miguel raised the setting, watching as your body flinched, your face contorting in pleasure.

" Voy a disfrutar que me pidas mi polla. Llamándome señor cada vez que te robo el orgasmo hasta que te folles en mi polla. (I'm going to enjoy  you begging me for my dick. Calling me sir each time I steal your orgasm away until you fuck yourself on my cock.)" He whispered in your ear. You moaned lowly, your butt pressing against his crotch,

"M-Mig....S-Sir, sir please," You begged lowly. Miguel just groaned in response,

"Not yet, mi pequeña .muñeca sexual (my little fuck doll). I want to savor these moments. It will be worth it later," He nibbled against your ear, turning the vibrator off.

"Miguel!" You cried out, having your orgasm stolen from you.

        Miguel inhaled to the sounds of your whines. He kissed the back of your neck, reminding you to deliver some paperwork to bookkeeping now. You took a moment to catch your breathe, still whimpering from your high being stolen. You grabbed the paperwork and made your way towards the door. Right as you did, you felt the vibrator again.

"S-Sir~!"

"I'll be waiting," He said with a smirk.

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        It had only been an hour and you were currently in the bathroom, panting like crazy. You weren't sure how much more you could handle. You were on the brick of orgasming four times now and Miguel stole each one away. You were ready to please yourself, but you knew that it would take away the fun Miguel had for later. You took your work phone out, checking Miguel's schedule for today. He always had gaps for you to help him 'destress'.

        You whimpered, seeing that Miguel's only free slot was for another two hours. This was going to be torture. Speaking of torture, you flinched forward as the vibrator started to abuse your clit again. You covered your mouth, trying to suppress a moan since anyone could enter at any moment. And speak of the devils...

"(Y/N)'s been weird today. Do you think Miguel finally tossed her aside?" 

"Maybe, now us hard workers have a real chance."

        You bit your lower lip, shaking from your anger and the pleasure of the vibrator. Right when you were about to have your release, it was stolen again. It was like Miguel knew how long you would crack. Taking a moment to breathe, you clenched your fist. If only these girls knew the real reason then they would shut their mouths. Once you heard them leave, you hurried your way over to Miguel's office. One of his meetings was about to end. The next could wait.

        You stormed pass Lyla, who immediately went to get another coffee. She turned at the elevator, grinning,

"I already moved his next appointment."

"Thanks, Lyla."

        You stormed into Miguel's office, seeing him getting ready to leave. He gave you a smug grin before reaching for the remote again. You grabbed his collar as he turned the vibrator on and kissed him. Your body pressed against his as you sat him back on his chair. Miguel's hands laid against your waist, drawing circles against you.

"I have a-"

"Moved," You hushed him, grinding your hips against his.

        Miguel groaned as the vibrator rubbed against his dick with each grind. Your face was blissed out as you rubbed your hips furiously. Miguel took your shirt apart, sucking against your breasts as he pulled your skirt up. The threw the remote to the side, allowing you to finally have your much needed relief. Your moans started to get erratic as you felt your high coming. Miguel groaned as he undid his pants, burying his head between your breasts.

"Huele tan bien. Mi preciosa niña, has estado esperando mi polla, ¿verdad? (Smell so good. My lovely girl, you've been waiting for my dick, right?)" He hummed.

        You moaned at the sight of his dick, moving your panties slightly. The vibrator still rubbing against your clit as you positioned yourself. You whimpered as his dick easily entered your drenched hole. Miguel grunted as he placed you on your back against his desk and started to pound your pussy. You arched your back, finally reaching your orgasm.

"Así es, esa es mi chica. Mira que guarra eres con mi polla. Tan jodidamente hermoso, todo para mí. (That's right, that's my girl. Look at how slutty you are for my dick. So fucking beautiful, all for me.)" He groaned lowly.

        You were a moaning mess as Miguel slammed his dick deeply inside you. Each thrust bulling your cervix, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Miguel held your waist as he pounded your hard and deep. He brought his lips against your neck as his thumb pressed against the vibrator. Your moans grew louder as your pussy sucked his dick tighter. Miguel groaned lowly as you reached another orgasm.

"Guess we need to use these toys more often," He chuckled, stopping to fill you with his cum, "Me vas a ordeñar seco a este ritmo. (You're going to milk me dry at this rate.)"

"A-Ah~ S-Sir...s'good...m-more~!" You begged. Miguel could only moan,

"Again, say it again!"

"Sir!" You cried out as he placed you on your stomach, fucking you harshly from behind, "Sir! S-Sir~ Ah~"

        Miguel hummed to your cries. He lifted your hips closer to his, pounding the life out of your pussy. He licked his lips, feeling you tighten around his cock. You were his perfect girl. Cumming inside you again, Miguel exhaled softly. He really needed to go to his meeting. Miguel pulled out of you, watching his cum drip out of your hole. He removed your panties, wanting to give you a break after being so good for him all day.

"You did well, mi amor." He kissed the back of your neck. You turned on your back, panting heavily,

"Miguel," You sat up to kiss him, "I love you, sir."

        Miguel's eyes widen as he fixed his shirt. He turned towards you, enjoying your fucked out expression. Another groan escaped his lips as he kissed you, pushing his dick inside you once more. He held your lower back, thrusting into you like a madman.

"Yo también te amo. Qué buena puta chica. (I love you too. Such a good fucking girl.)" He replied. You moaned out, moving your hips along with his, "All mine. All for me."

"S-Sir~"

        Miguel grunted as he ripped another orgasm from you. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he went to fill you again and again. How could he stop now? Miguel only stopped once he heard Lyla call for him for his meeting. You whined in response. Miguel chuckled towards you, giving you one last load. He stroked your hair, pulling you in for another kiss.

"I think it's time you move in with me," You panted softly, fixing your skirt as he pulled out,

"Only if you can last as long as I did with that toy,"

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★  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒. + 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

masterlist. / taglist. / tip jar. synopsis. Just when you needed him the most, Miguel was the one to save you.

─── ☆ notes. I haven’t seen the new Spiderverse movie yet, so no spoilers, but my tiktok fyp is starving for Miguel, so just something short and kind of emotionalish leaning more towards the personal self insert. I don't know, sorry if its too selfish and angsty. | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ genre and warnings. one-shot | not movie canon | hurt/comfort | angst | mentions of death | near death experience | crying | hugging | open-ended | we ignore typos here | taiyo vent fic posting again | title Inso from this song.

You were dying—well,  at least soon to be dead.

You couldn't grasp onto time as you continued to fall, windows flitting past your body as the wind carried you closer and closer to your demise.

You never would have thought the whole expression "life flashing before your eyes" to be something that you would have ever experienced, but there you were with the world's biggest migraine free falling from some ten-story building you got kicked off of just because you wanted to play the hero.

You were cutting through the air quicker than dead weight.

All you could do was stare up at your super mutant recent friends fighting for their lives, and it was ironic how you were the only one without the possibility of saving yourself.

You could see the moonlight above the clouds. The farther you plummet, the harder the building's rooftop is to see from the growing distance.

As the heavy breeze combed through your hair, your body felt numb, your fingers brushing through the air as your ears rang with each thud of your heartbeat.

You wanted to thank your emotions for washing away the fear as the tears blurred your vision. There was no point in fighting.

You were falling.

You were going to die.

Your eyes were closed before your body jerked through the air involuntarily. The cradle of your limbs smacked hard against someone's broad chest, leaving you grasping for more air in your lungs.

Two strong arms cradling you close from the whiplash of being snatched up in midair, you trembled in the strangers' hands, holding every nerve in your body fried as your bones felt as limb as the day you were born.

It was a shameless embrace of the familiar blue and red suit your brain somehow managed to recognize through its panic disguised as your guardian angel.

Tucking your head in the crook of their neck as they threw themselves through the sky, you held as tightly as your arms would let you, making a mental note to apologize for practically sobbing in Miguel’s ear.

He didn't seem to mind at all with his arm hooked around your thigh, only tightening harder as you could only manage to form a few broken sentences thanking him for saving your life.

You could tell how he actually felt; his reaction hid behind the blank, emotionless-eyed mask covering his features.

It wasn't until he had landed on the flat ground that you were able to fully collect yourself.

Your legs felt numb as Miguel tried to set you down as gently as he possibly could. You could only picture his annoyance when his hands reached out to brace you once more as your knees buckled.

In memory, you would no doubt feel embarrassed of yourself tripping face first into his chest, comparable to Bambi, as Miguel helped you stand on your two feet, who had disregarded his mask with a quick tug, his brown hair fluffed out.

His mean grimace was replaced with something of concern, and his dark, thick brows pulled together as his mouth parted from the permanent frown carved against his lips. 

"Hey, hey, look at me." Your stance stumbling as he yanked you out of trance, fingers tight dug into both of your forearms. "You’re okay, you're alive."

Crying was starting to become a bit tiring as another sob carried up from your throat, the tears forming a knot and stopping you from speaking even as his grasp traveled up to your face in a much more gentle and warming hold.

Miguel asses you once more and hesitatingly pulls you into his chest, your arms clutching onto him like your life depended on it as he's wrapped around your torso as you allow him to embrace you.

Sure, the pain that you felt wasn't at all physical, and the dull emotional ache that hammered your heart distracted you from asking why Miguel hugged you so tight.

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@shy-foxy1 : can do you one where the reader breaks up them instead?

miles' first reaction is confusion. he's confused because he doesn't understand why you want to break up with him; as far as he knows everything between you two is fine. when you tell him your reasons, he realizes he's kinda been looking at the whole thing through rose-colored glasses; he did that really out of fear that things wouldn't work out if he only focused on the negative. but ignoring the bad wouldn't make it go away, unfortunately.

gwen doesn't even like to think about breaking up, so when you talk to her about it, she just straight up says no. no because no, you can't break up. why would you want to break up? what did she do wrong? you had to tell her that it wasn't anyone's fault, that it was just something that had to be done for whatever reason. a few days after the whole thing, when she's had a few days to think about it she realizes that you're right. she goes to you to apologize and the two of you go your separate ways. she doesn't easily reach out again.

pav is very respectful about it. he understands that this is the better option and that it benefits both of you if you rather separated. he's still extremely upset about it though; he was infatuated with you and truly enjoyed spending time with you, regardless of how brief or long you've been together. he would still try to remain friends and stay in contact with you because he can't imagine losing you completely.

hobie is someone who is so in tune with their partner and their emotions. he notices quite quickly when you're beginning to become distant, or if something has been on your mind for a while. so, when you finally do break it to him, he's not too shocked bc he'd kinda been expecting it. that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt though, even though he doesn't really show it does.

peter just loves you soo much, so when you tell him you want to break up, he loses his mind. he keeps on asking him if it was his fault, if it's something he did wrong and had to change. of course it's not his fault, it's not anyone's fault, and even when you tell him this, he still very adamant on not breaking up; on trying to fix it. it takes a lot of talking to try and show him that breaking up unfortunately is the best option at that point, and he reluctantly agrees. it would take him a very long time to get back on his feet after that, and in that time he'd def try to get back w you.

miguel had seen it coming, truly. he had hoped his suspicion was just his imagination, but when you broke the news to him you had confirmed his suspicions, and worst fear. he loved you, to an almost insane amount; it took him such a long time to finally reopen his heart after he lost his family, and now you were leaving him? leaving him alone once again? the thought alone made his heart clench uncomfortably. you were none the wiser of how hurt he really was though, because as soon as the words left your mouth it was like the walls you had spent forever breaking down were once again being built up, the old, stoic and cynical miguel had returned and you were once again a stranger watching from the outside. he didn't argue much, didn't even really bother saying goodbye, although he'd spent the first few months post breakup keeping tabs on you. he never reached out again.

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The Scar

Another Miguel O Hara x female reader, with suspense !

Miguel had been acting weird for several weeks.

Ever since he had returned early from his seminar. In the middle of the night, he'd slipped into bed and kissed her like he hadn't seen her in forever.

It didn't bother Y/N. It had been a while since Miguel really touched her, according to him too tired from his work.

He had apologized that night, saying that he missed her, that he had asked to change his hours to spend more time with her, before repeating again and again that he loved her.

It was adorable, but it was also a bit weird.

There was something different about him, and Y/N couldn't figure out what.

The idea that he was cheating on her came quickly. Miguel was acting like a man who clearly had something to be ashamed of. Something bad.

Of course, all women would have been delighted to have their husbands look at them as he looked at her now. That their husbands come home early to cook dinner, give them a massage, listen to how their day went, kiss them passionately while whispering words of love in Spanish.

But it was really not in Miguel's habits.

Even at the start of their relationship, he had never really been romantic. Y/N remembered him telling her that it made sense for them to be together when they graduated, since they were both brilliant.

She liked to believe that he had loved her, at one point, then the routine had set in, and they had stayed together because it was easier.

All these gifts and kisses, it was really not normal.

It didn't take Y/N long to suspect that Miguel was having an affair with his colleague, Doctor Daniels. They had worked on a lot of projects, he talked about her often, and they went on business trips together.

She was beautiful, young and intelligent. Y/N didn't stand a chance against her.

Despite his promise to be here more often, there were always late nights when he came home. She imagined quickly that he was not always in the office, which she checked very quickly.

One evening, she woke up while he was getting dressed. He seemed embarrassed to see her in the hallway.

"Mi amor. Did I wake you up ? Forgive me, there was a problem in the office, a toxin leak, I have to go."

He kissed her so tenderly that Y/N wanted to cry watching him close the door.

A phone call to Alchemax was enough to know that there was no problem, and that nobody had called Miguel. Quickly checking, many of the dates and times were inconsistent with his schedule.

After pain and sorrow came anger. Knowing her husband well, Y/N knew there was no reason to stay and try to talk to him. So she took her things and went to stay in a hotel for the night.

She still wasn't asleep when someone knocked the next morning, and it was a surprise to see Miguel. Not only did he have no way of knowing where she was, she hadn't even thought he would be looking for her.

Visibly distraught, he took her in his arms as soon as she opened the door.

"Y/N ! Are you okay ? I came home and you were gone ! I was so scared, I thought… Why are you here ? Was there a problem Someone came to the house ? You…"

"There was no toxin leak."

"… What ?"

"There was no toxin leak in your office. Miguel, I know you're lying to me. I know you… I know you're cheating on me."

"What ?" he repeated again, looking as much annoyed as hurt. "No. Never ! I would never cheat on you, I love you ! I only love you."

"Please… I'm not stupid. You tell me you're going to work, and your office tells me you're not there. So where are you, uh ? What are you doing ? It's Why you've been so nice lately, so I don't get suspicious ? Because you're remorseful ? Because you're…"

"I'm Spiderman."

Y/N had heard of Spiderman, like everyone in Nueva York. A hero who could walk on the ceiling, and who fought crime.

Her first reaction was to laugh, then Miguel squirted a web from his handle that stuck a lamp to the wall and she agreed to listen.

He promised her that he had never cheated on her. He loved her more than anything, he would die for her, and he would never hurt her. The nights he was out and not working, he was saving lives. He hadn't told her, because he didn't want to worry her, or for her to take him for a monster.

"Okay, it's a bit special that you can pull stuff out of your arms and swing from building to building, but it's nothing monstrous."

"Actually… My DNA was altered on multiple levels, resulting in multiple physical changes."

"Is that why you look taller and more muscular ?"

"No. Yes ! I mean, a bit, but I'm not talking about that. It's… My teeth. My eyes, my hands, my legs…"

"I don't see anything weird with your eyes or your hands."

Since the beginning of their conversation, Miguel seemed really uncomfortable, but this moment was really the most complicated for him. His eyes were filled with fear as they turned red, he showed Y/N his sharp canines, and his fingernails turned into claws.

"…Wow. You look like a big cat."

"Amor, I don't look like a big cat." mumbled Miguel, blushing, lunging at her to tickle her when she tried to scratch his ear.

It could have ended there. Y/N would give everything for things to end there, because it was a very good explanation, Miguel loved her, he had promised her that there would be no more lies, and everything was fine.

A party organized by Alchemax and several glasses of champagne changed that, when Doctor Daniels approached with a strange smile, while Miguel had gone to the toilet.

"You and your husband look very happy."

"We are, thank you."

"Yeah. He didn't say that. We were happy too, you know ? The best years of my life. A real beast in bed, caliente. Then one day, nothing. He dumped me like trash. I guess he's found someone better. I thought it was nice to let you know."

"Mi amor ?"

Miguel watched her run away, not glancing at Doctor Daniels. He followed her easily, catching up with her in an alley and hugging her to calm her down, leaving her to hit him sobbing and screaming.

He hadn't heard what Doctor Daniels had said to put her in such a state, and when she repeated it to him, he seemed to go mad with rage. Because his honor was touched, but also because he couldn't bear to see Y/N cry.

"I'm going to kill her ! I've never had an affair with this woman, ever ! She's lying, she's crazy !"

"Don't lie to me." Y/N cried, still clinging to him.

"I swear to you, mi amor. Never. Not with her, not with anyone else."

In the following days, there were several elements that indicated that Miguel was telling the truth. First, there was no message exchanged between him and Doctor Daniels, despite the incessant assertions of the latter, who did not understand why she could not find them. No photo or video of them either.

At the office, no one thought they were more than co-workers who got along well. Miguel O Hara had the reputation of being a serious man, a little angry, selfish and focusing mainly on his research.

The only moment captured by Alchemax's surveillance cameras was when Doctor Daniels approached Miguel to ask him why they were no longer together, and if there was any chance they could see each other again.

Miguel remained cold, distant, politely asking her to leave him alone, repeating to her that there had never been anything between them, and that there never would be anything, because he only loved his wife.

This made Doctor Daniels laugh, who touched his arm, before trying to kiss him.

Jumping up from his chair, Miguel looked at her in disgust, forbidding her to approach him.

The incident trickled down to the bosses, which brought all the previous research and proved that Dr. Daniels had a little problem with her obsession with her colleague, who was not at all interested. She was fired.

This did not please her at all, and since she could not get her lover back, and had lost her job, Doctor Daniels insisted on destroying the married couple.

She called Y/N, texted her, followed her to work and home, telling her over and over that she'd shared Miguel's bed for years.

Maybe he never really liked her, because this guy was obviously not able to love anyone but himself, and he was too afraid for his reputation to admit it, but it was the truth.

"I can prove it !" cried Dr. Daniels hysterically, banging on Y/N's car window. "I know what he likes to eat ! I've driven his car before ! He told me about his brother."

"That's not evidence. Please leave me." Y/N begged her as she tried to start.

"He's got a scar on his back ! How do I know that, huh ? Miguel hates bathing, he doesn't undress in public, it's tiny because it was just a little fall from a horse when he was a kid. How do I know that ?!"

Y/N felt her heart race, as she tried to breathe normally, because indeed, Miguel had a scar, and hardly anyone knew about it. It was in the middle of his back, you could feel it by running your hand over his skin.

She then thought of two things.

Dr. Daniels wasn't lying.

And since his early return from his seminar and his change in behavior, she had passed her hand several times on her husband's back, without feeling this tiny scar.

In the middle of Miguel's back, there was nothing. Nothing at all.

Repeating this to herself, Y/N invited Dr. Daniels to come with her to the house, where Miguel was cooking dinner.

He was surprised to see them, and even more surprised when she calmly asked him to take off his shirt and show his back, while Daniels was screaming hysterically, ordering him to show them his scar and then confess.

He didn't look at the doctor once, his eyes fixed on Y/N, who was only looking at him as well. In his eyes, she could see that he understood why, why Daniels was asking this, but more importantly why Y/N was asking this. He knew that she knew.

Without saying anything, he obeyed and turned around. Dr. Daniels then stopped screaming, freezing.

The back was perfect, tall, muscular. In addition to the noticeable lack of a scar, Y/N noted that he was much taller and more muscular than before, before all of this.

"Well…" Miguel muttered as he got dressed. "Happy ? Excuse me, but I'm only showing the rest to my wife. If you could leave us now."

"I… I don't understand. You had a scar."

"I never had a scar. I never had a relationship with you."

"It's not… You… I think I need to sleep. Excuse me." stammered Doctor Daniels before quickly leaving, leaving them alone.

They stayed like that for a long time, face to face in the kitchen, neither moving nor speaking. Then Miguel sighed, visibly tired and sorry.

He hadn't lied. Not even once. He had simply omitted to say that he wasn't really Miguel, or at least not her Miguel, and that he wasn't the Spiderman of this universe, but of another.

He had seen an opportunity to be happy, after losing his Y/N, and now that her Miguel was gone. Her horrible Miguel, as he called him, who didn't see how lucky he was, who had never known how to treat her right, and who didn't deserve her.

"But I know." he whispered as he approached, shyly taking her hand. "I know I'm lucky to be with you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, the only one. I can't live without you. I thought… Maybe you'd be happier without him, that it would be a relief to hear of his passing. But I also thought I could give you all the things he should have given you. I can leave if you want. I love you."

For several weeks, Y/N had been very happy, showered with love and kisses. She had been afraid of being cheated on, but that was no longer the case, not with this Miguel, who loved her.

So she forgot that there had always been a small scar on her husband's back, and she kissed him, telling him that she loved him too.

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Hombre hambriento — Miguel O' Hara

🕸 synopsis: miguel feels like a shitty boyfriend, so, when he finally comes home late at night, he decides to make it up for you...in his own way.

🕸warnings: not too smutty, but very explicit. mentions of: fangs, grinding, etc. reader is awake and aware, but very sleepy (could fall under the somnophilia tag, but there is verbal consent of course!)

🕸 tags: miguel o'hara × fem!reader

🕸 note: feedbacks and comments are greatly appreciated! constructive criticism is welcomed. requests for more spiderverse characters are open!

Miguel was exhausted.

Copious amount of paperwork burnt him out, anomalies all over the multiverse tested his body's endurance, the Miles Morales situation drove him to the brink of insanity. He was not your average man, that's true, but those broad shoulders sometimes can't handel all this weight.

On top of all that, he was a shitty boyfriend.

In his perspective, at least. He wasn't around as much, and when he'd come home early, he'd fall face first into the bed, wanting nothing but the sweet relief of getting his eyes shut for a few hours, before waking up again and going off to finish whatever remaining work there was.

You complained, which was well within your right. You told him you missed him, missed having him around, laughing with him, touching him. You mostly complained in the form of jokes, teasing him that he was so busy he forgot you existed sometimes, but he knew that deep down it upset you, even if you were not showing it.

And today he decided he has had enough. He'd handled an anomaly, and asked Jess to write the report for him, then retreated to his office and told LYLA to put his status as 'out of office' for a couple of weeks. He hadn't been home for a week now, and he wanted nothing more but to go home to you.

Of course, he knew you'd be pissed at him, he went no contact for a week, honestly he won't be surprised if he was back home and he found out that you left. Though, he's unsure what he would do if that was true.

He opened a portal to Nueva York and swung back to your shared apartment, landing on your balcony. He opened the sliding door and entered into your living room, accidently tripping over something and hitting the floor. He groaned, and then stood up, surprised , that he heard no reaction to the heavy thud that sounded across the apartment.

An anxious feeling settled into his stomach, did you get fed up? Did you leave? Did you find someone else? God, that last one made his chest hurt.

He called out your name, but there was no answer. Not alot of things scared this man, but the thought of losing you, after he'd lost everything before, made him crumble. He scrambled to the kitchen, looking for a note, anything. But there was nothing.

The entire apartment looked tidy, like no one has been using for days. Miguel is the tidier one out of both of you, so the state the apartment was in felt hollow. He walked out of the kitchen, now directly heading to the bedroom. He opened the door, and the sight before him sent waves of relief into his body.

You were laying on his side of the bed, wearing one of his button up shirts, fast asleep. Miguel let out a long exhale, as he walked over to your sleeping stature. He stripped off his spider suit, staying in only his boxers, and then he sat next to you, his heavy weight weighing down the mattress. You shifted slightly, moving around under the sheets. Miguel smiled, he always loved watching you sleep, he loved how messy your hair got, he loved how you murmur and softly exhale, he loved how you sometimes had your mouth open when you slept, but most of all,he loved how peaceful you looked. And how nothing in the world could take moments like this from him.

He leaned over you, and pressed a tender kiss to your head. God, your scent. He missed it. He missed having you in his big arms, holding you and lulling you to sleep. He missed wrapping his arms around your body and drawing you closer to him in the middle of the night. He missed touching you, he missed having been touched by you.

God, he felt like he can't move. Your scent drove him crazy, the way you breathed softly and the way he could see your bare body through his shirt made him feel rabid. He felt the tent in his pants buldge, and it wasn't getting any smaller.

Miguel moved, now laying on the side of the bed across from you. He propped himself near you, and layed one of his hands on your abdomen. He pulled you into his hot body, then leaned closer to you. He peppered your neck with gentle kisses, and playful bites, his fangs protruded from his mouth, but he made sure not to bite you too hard to wake you, or too hard to hurt you.

You shifted in place, then a low mumble came out of you. "Miguel..?"

Ah, so he'd awaken you a bit. That's good.

"Sì, mi amour.." He hummed into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "Where have you been?" You asked, opening your eyes a bit. You could see him. His irsis heavy with lust, dark circles around those crimson eyes, he looked starved and not just for food. "Lo siento, preciosa," [I'm sorry, precious] He knew you loved it when he spoke spanish to you, but right now he wasn't doing it on purpose. "..El trabajo ha sido agotador.." [Work has been tiring] He grumbled against your skin, sending vibrations down your neck. He continued to bite and suck on your skin, now grinding up against your thigh. God, he was dying for any type of contact.

"It's okay.." You replied, letting out soft moans, putting your hands on his face. Miguel let out a loud groan as soon as he felt your soft palms on his face. His body was on fire and your touch was the only that could cool him down. He took your hand off his face, and led it to his chest. "I've missed you." He stated, holding your hand in his for a moment. You hummed, you were still queit asleep, but you knew full well what those words meant.

"I've missed you too, honey, but I'm tired. Can this wait till the morning?"

"No puedo, amor." [I can't, love]

You let out a giggle, then snuggled near his chest. "Mm, fine, do as you wish.." You say, as sleep finds its way back to your eyes. Miguel was waiting for these words, because as soon as you said them, he got on top of you. "Are you sure you don't want to stay awake for this?" He whispered, unbuttoning the shirt you wore. "I'm sure you'll find a way to keep me up."

Miguel just chuckled, and then silently began to bite your shoulder. Feeling his fangs sink deep into your skin, you let out a loud moan and shifted underneath his massive weight. "You've been gone for so long.."

"I know."

"This won't make anything up for me.."

"I know."

"I needed you just as much, y'know.."

"I know, love."

Your hand finds his hair. Oh, how you've missed this. Feeling his body on yours, his soft curls in your hands. You tugged lightly, and Miguel let out a growl. He was rubbing his groin against your underwear, god, you could feel how large he was without even looking.

"I'm a shitty ass boyfriend.."He mumbled, squeezing one of your breasts, opening his mouth to suck on your sensitive nipples. "I took a break, I'm all yours.." His eyes met your half opened ones. He held your gaze as he continued to trace your body with his kisses and bites, until he reached the hem of your underwear.

Miguel grazed the delicate skin with his sharp teeth, and then with one swift move, he ripped the flimsy fabric off your body. You pouted, burying your face in the pillows. "I liked that one."

"Too bad, mi amour." He chuckled, taking off his own boxers. "I'll buy you another, don't pout."

A moment of silence filled the room.

And then you felt it.

It was just his tip, but it was enough to make you squirm. Miguel was a girthy man, and you could never get used to how big he got when he was this desperate. He pushed his length in with ease, and you kept squirming underneath him, moaning out his name in a series of breathy mumbles. "Mierda..." [Fuck] He cussed, burying his face into your neck.

He stayed still to let you adjust, and as soon as you stayed still, he began to move. His pace was slow, rhythmic. He was frustrated, tired, exhausted, but the way he made love to you was that of a man who just really, really, really missed his lover.

"Ah, Miguel.."

"Te amo. Te amo mucho."

He picked up the pace, kissing your lips like they were going to save him from perishing. The more sounds you made and the more you tugged on his hair, the closer he felt. As Miguel's mind clouded, and his body reached the anticipated release he-oh-so craved, he could only repeat one thing.

"Te amo, te amo...mi preciosa...mi dulce chica...te amo."

----

Birds chirping was what woke you up the next morning.

You sighed loudly, your body felt incredibly warm, but the shirt you wore to sleep last night was not around you. In fact, it was discarded on the ground next to a familiar blue and red suit.

"Goodmorning, beautiful.." His deep, morning voice startled you. You vaugly remember Miguel coming in last night, making you feel so good, then both of you falling asleep, but you didn't expect he'd be there the next morning. It was a nice change. You turned to face him. He was propped up on the pillow next to you, his head in his hand, his hair a disheveled mess and a sleepy smile on his handsome, yet tired face.

"Goodmorning, honey..." You replied, smiling up at him. "I'm mad at you."

"Oh, mi vida, come on."

"Showing up in the middle of the night and fucking me isn't a way to apologise, hombre estúpido. ¿Crees que te perdonaré tan fácilmente?" [Stupid man, do you think I'll forgive you that easily?]

Miguel laughed, and your gaze softened. It was nice hearing his laugh again, you couldn't stay mad at this man.

"You've been practicing." He commented, scooting closer to you. You hummed, "Just to degrade you when you came back."

"Mm, it's hot, to be honest with you."

You huffed, and it made him laugh again. He enjoyed teasing you, that masochist. "Whatever, Miguel." You tried to turn away from him, but he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you swiftly, laying you on top of him. "I'll make it up to you, I'm all yours for the next two weeks."

"Hm, just two?"

"Now now, don't be greedy."

"You're my boyfriend, it's well within my rights to be greedy."

"Hm, maybe you could convince me to stay longer then.."

A mischievous look appeared in his eyes, and he grinned. "Oh yeah, and how am I suppose to do that?" You asked, leaning in towards his lips, brushing yours against his.

He caught your lips in his, and then moved you underneath him. You saw him get under the sheets, his eyes darkening, and before you felt his mouth against your skin, he talked once more.

"We could pick up from where we left yesterday, don't you think?

note: i've noticed that many spanish speaking people on tumblr suggested writers use spanishdict for translations, as google translate can sound robotic or just blatantly be wrong, so that's what I used while proofreading.

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Hello, *sigh* I keep upsetting myself with these made up situations in my head, I’m in need of some serious angst to fluff right now 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ (only if you want to write it of course🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️) a miguel x reader where reader’s in love with him and reader doesn’t want children, but assumes mig eventually does. Is already heartbroken and hasn’t even told him yet, they’re probably over, right? What if he finds another variant of Gabriella who needs a father? He’d obvi choose her 😵‍💫…….. 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ angst 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ to fluff please 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ happy endings only haha

Obvious conclusions - Miguel O’Hara x reader

Warnings/tags: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader. Reader does not want kids. Angst, fluff, mentions of breaking up. Miguel and reader are in an established relationship. Mostly what you would expect from this. Very hurt-comfort.

No, I didn’t scream over someone requesting something and actually wanting to read my writing- you did.

You had always assumed Miguel wanted kids. Because… well- obviously.

You’d walked in on him watching the old videos of him and Gabriella one to many times to just…write it off.

And- yeah. It got to you.

You love him. You love him so much. You’d move mountains for him, you’d do any and everything in your power for Miguel. This is the man you want to spend your life with…

And it was easy to forget that you couldn’t. It was easy to block out the dark voices in the back of your head reminding you that it would never work. It was easy to just love and be with him for a night.

But for every night you did, your guilt only grew.

You were misleading him- practically playing with him. you were going to break his heart. You knew he loved you too, you’d seen how he’d linger by the engagement bands any time you two were near a jewelry store.

Because one day, you’d have to tell him. One day, you’d have to tell him that you… just didn’t want kids.

Maybe he would end things right then- immediately. Or maybe it wouldn’t happen right away. Maybe he’d try to convince himself he was okay with it at first. But you knew that feeling- that dark, creeping sense of wrongness. You knew that it would build- slowly and steadily until it was too much. Until he’d finally break and tell you that he couldn’t just be okay and accept not having kids.

But either way, you’d have to tell him… and it was probably best to do before he got even more attached.

Of course, you’ve been saying that for the past two years, and it’s yet to happen. It’s easy to make excuses, and you have a lot of them… but they won’t last forever.

It all came to a head one particular summer’s night.

It had been a… rough day. Miguel had been working more than usual lately- and you had worked yourself into a bit of a fuss. It had all just- built up. And now you were face down on you and Miguel’s bed, sobbing your heart out as your mind ran wild- creating worse and worse possible reactions for when Miguel found out you didn’t want kids.

One of your friends had brought it up, actually. The two of you were talking over the phone, and they brought up you and Miguel having kids.

They weren’t trying- but their words had weighted heavy on you the entire rest of the call. When you two finally said good bye, you couldn’t do anything but collapse and sob.

Full-on ugly crying. Your pillow was soaked in tears, snot, and a bit of drool. You laid there and bawled, mourning the loss of a relationship you hadn’t even lost yet.

You hadn’t heard Miguel get home from work, you hadn’t heard him call for you as he set down his stuff, and you didn’t even hear when he tentatively cracked the bedroom door open. You only, finally, noticed his presence when he came up behind you and pulled you into a massive bear hug- his calm, soothing voice rumbling through you. “¿Amor, qué pasa?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to put up a fight and try to convince him everything was okay- the words “it’s nothing” died immediately on your lips. Because it wasn’t nothing. Miguel deserved to know- he deserved to know the truth and be allowed to move on- to move on to a woman who would happy to give him the children he so desperately wanted.

You took a second. Relishing in the love and warmth of being held in Miguel’s arms for possibly the last time. You wanted to freeze time on this moment- because you wanted anything but for Miguel to leave you, but you couldn’t keep… pretending that you wanted the same future he did.

“I-I don’t want kids!”

Once you started talking, you couldn’t stop. It was like a dam had burst inside you, and all the pent up pain was coming rushing out.

“I love you so much- I love you more than anything and I’m so sorry- I’m a liar- I led you on. I-I always knew you wanted kids, and I knew it would never work between us, but I never told you- I-I just let you assume that I wanted that too. I’m sorry Mig- I’m sorry! I-I couldn’t tell you! I didn’t know how! I-I wanted to keep you and pretend it would all work out!”

Miguel let you finish your break down, stroking your hair and holding your from behind as he listened to you lay your heart out bare for him. Once you finished, you were only crying harder. You were practically shaking in Miguel’s arm as he held you close. You were too choked up on your own tears to notice but, Miguel was looking a bit shocked.

“Sweetheart… first of all, I love you too. Second of all, where is all of this coming from?” He asked, his brow furrowed as he continued to stroke your hair.

You sniffle- coughing wetly as you choke on your own tears before managing to respond.

“I-I’ve seen you- watching t-those videos-“

Miguel cut you off, pulling you tighter against his chest and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he reassured you.

“The ones with Gabriella? Oh love… you thought I was gonna leave you if you didn’t want kids?”

You nod weakly- sniffling as Miguel continues.

“Of course not- if kids were non negotiable for me, I wouldn’t have gone nearly three years dating someone without even bringing the topic up!” - Miguel kissed you cheek, wiping away a few of your tears before nestling his face back into the crook of your neck and continuing- “I’m not going to leave you because you don’t want kids, sweetheart. Hell, I don’t even know if I want kids in the first place at all! ¡Estás trabajando sobre nada!”

“B-but Gabriella-”

Miguel once again cuts you off, giving you a quick squeeze and moving his hand to hold your waist- the other one still stroking your hair soothingly.

“But what? Gabriella isn’t my kid, and never was or will be. When I took her father’s place… it wasn’t just for her. It was what came with it… not being alone, being happy.” -Miguel pauses for a moment, swallowing thickly before continuing- “You know how all that ended… but that was a long time ago, and I’ve found that same happiness with you. I don’t need a kid to be happy- especially not if that kid doesn’t make you happy or would mean loosing the love of my life.”

You couldn’t help but feel shocked. You could hardly stop crying- let alone process what Miguel had just told you.

“Y-you…”

“Sí, amor. I’m staying right here.”

You squirm in Miguel’s arms, turning around so you were now laying on your side facing him- looking up into his loving eyes as he tried to wipe the tears from your face- only for you to bury your face into his chest and give one final sob. This time, one of relief.

Because your world wasn’t falling apart- because everything was going to be okay- because Miguel was here and holding you and he wasn’t gonna leave.

You feel his lips on the crown of your head- hear the sound of him pressing a kiss to your head as he strokes your back and holds you close.

“I love you.” He says, tugging the comforter over you two and making sure your head had a pillow beneath it.

“I-I love you too.” You respond- still hiding against Miguel’s warm chest.

“I want to talk to you about this a bit more later, just to make sure there’s no other misunderstandings or worries eating away at you, okay? But for now, how about we take a nap, alright?”

You sniffle, nodding weakly as the warmth of the heavy blanket and Miguel’s body pull a haze of drowsiness over your senses.

“I love you.” You say, mostly into Miguel’s chest rather than to him.

“I love you too.” He responds, gently petting your head once again as he presses yet another sweet kiss to it- cradling you against him tight as you doze off. As if, if he could hold you close enough, you’d be safe from all the doubts and worries he’d only just noticed that plagued you.

[miggysbabymama]

At Last

the long awaited sequel to "Everyone Adores You (at least I do)" Thank you for your patience.

Summary: You've been waiting long enough to confess to your best friend but does he feel the same way?

TW: mentions of injury and blood.

Word count: 1k

Coming back to the apartment, you felt a sense of loneliness, and heartache. Desperately wishing that Miguel could see your true feelings that lie underneath the surface of your heart. He was the only one you truly desired.

You had distracted yourself with various men in the past as a way to hide yourself from the true feelings which plagued you. You had finally come to the conclusion that you were in love with Miguel, but nothing could bring you to confess. Fortunately for you, his hectic schedule as Spiderman caused you to keep a comfortable distance literally and figuratively.

"I'm to old for this" you spoke quietly to yourself. How long would it take you to confess. You were acting like a middle schooler hiding from your crush and giggling every time you made eye contact.

That is exactly how you felt when you spent time with Miguel. Nothing else mattered. You felt like an idiot for putting off your true feelings for so long but you never felt like there was a right time.

After many sleepless nights you promised yourself that the next meeting with Miguel would result in you telling him how you honestly felt.

The morning of your meetup you could feel there was something off, Miguel hadn't texted to confirm you were meeting up and you just felt strange. You continued getting ready until you heard someone knocking. As you opened the door you saw Miguel standing in front of you leaning against the doorframe. His suit was ripped in various parts while blood was dripping from his arms, side, and face. Tears spring to your eyes as you carefully bring Miguel inside to the couch.

“Who did this to you?” you say, unable to focus. Your hands were shaking as you applied pressure to his wounds.

“Don’t worry about it cariño I got it under control, it’s a few scrapes and some blood, who cares” he replied nonchalantly.

"No, tell me now, I can't handle seeing you like this." you said looking deeply into his eyes. "I care about you Miguel, I know how strong you are and this villain really did a number on you."

Miguel maintains eye contact, his face softening seeing your reaction to his wounds and lacerations. He grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze as you clean up the blood.

"¡Puta madre!" Miguel exclaims not being able to hide his emotions.

"I'm sorry Miggy" you reply trying to finish dressing his wounds quickly. Once Miguel is patched up you bring him a glass of water and some aspirin. In the back of your mind is the promise you had made to yourself, you silently curse yourself.

"Are you seriously ok?" you ask, "stay as long as you need to, whatever you need, I'm here." you say, reaching out to hold Miguel's hand.

"Si mi muñeca, I'm ok, I'm definitely better since I am here with you." he replies, "I apologize for showing up without letting you know first, there was no where else I could go with the amount of injuries I had." he continues. He looks ashamed for showing up unannounced but that is the last thing on your mind. "I knew I would be safe here." he finished.

Be safe? Here? His words register in your head as you realize that he considers you to be a safe haven. He trusts you, and you trust him.

"I'm glad you decided to come here, don't feel bad, were you afraid I would be mad?" you tell him, holding his face in your hands, your thumb brushing over his cheek.

He holds your wrist, "I was actually worried about something more serious than this." He laughs sheepishly gesturing to his injuries.

"How could you be worried about something more serious than being hurt?" you ask, trying to decipher what Miguel was trying to say.

"Um, to be honest with you, (y/n) there is something that I've been wanting to tell you for a while, I've just been acting like an idiot." Miguel says, looking downward. You rub his back, urging him to continue.

"The truth is (y/n) I'm in love with you, I have been for as long as I can remember. I thought by staying friends, those romantic feelings would stop but to be honest it only made them worse. After seeing you with so many guys I started devoting more time to my work, as a way to take my mind off you. Truth be told, I never stopped thinking of you, my heart is full of you, my whole world is you" He says, gazing at you with a look so full of love and devotion.

You catch yourself staring wide-eyed and slack jawed. Unable to reply, for the first time in a while you are at a loss for words.

"You ok (y/n)? What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Miguel says in a lighthearted tone. "Any confessions you'd like you make?" he says nudging you gently.

Your body is still in shock, did the Miguel O'Hara just confess his undying love for you??? As you try to grapple with the news you just heard, you also try to form your response.

"Miguel" you begin, eyes welling with tears, unable to speak without sobbing into his arms.

"Querida, what's the matter? Don't you love me too? Isn't that why you're crying." Miguel says, speaking softly into your ear. His embrace becomes tighter the harder you cry.

You nod, "Yes Miguel, I love you too," you start, "I feel like such a fool for making you believe that I didn't feel the same" Miguel rubs this thumb catching the countless tears on your face." Do you even know how badly I've wanted to tell you how I felt. I always thought my feelings towards you were one-sided, imagine my surprise seeing you at my door all bloody and disheveled confessing your love for me." you say, your eyes moving from Miguel's eyes to his lips.

He shushes you, giving you a kiss on the forehead, "Don't worry about the past, mi corazón, neither of us confessed until now." he adds, "so wouldn't you say we're both in the wrong?" You laugh, still in awe of being the object of Miguel's affection.

As if he's reading your mind, Miguel brings your face close to his and kisses you, his lips taste so sweet and you begin to wonder how is it that you've gone this long without them.

[dyedcomrade]

Miguel O'Hara x trans male s/o

you can ask him to help with your t-shots. he will agree to be the one giving them to you - for example if you have a fear of needles. you can take your shots together as well, he would be thrilled to share such an intimate moment with you. your trust and opening up about this means a lot to him.

if you don't take any hormones and/or haven't had gender reassignment surgery he doesn't think of you as less of a man. if you told him your preferred pronouns and name, or if he already knew, he is not questioning it a tiny bit. besides, it's 2099, people are opening portals to other dimensions and science probably debunked all anti-trans 'arguments', so the people are naturally supportive.

if you are not from his dimension, you will be the only exception to his multiverse rules, and he will have made those devices into nice jewellery or other accessories so you won't experience glitching + it's a more fashionable way of wearing them.

if you are a spiderman as well, you two can figure out a suit that you feel comfortable wearing and which gives you more gender euphoria. if you don't like the idea of a skin-tight spandex, he suggests using holograms to cover up - as extra clothing could just tear or things can get caught in it, worst case you get hurt because of an accident like this.

in this scenario he makes sure you two routinely visit your dimension, after all they need a spiderman too.

he is making am exception in enforcing your canon event. he probably won't ask about it, to not get anxious about the what ifs - if it hasn't happened yet, or if you prevented it. he just hopes for the best and knows that if all else fails, his universe is there for you.

he takes you to sports events and you play in your free time. he wants you to feel gender euphoria and this is the first idea that pops into his mind - things he also enjoyed growing up and where he found friends and community.

not that he hasn't got some dating experience on him, but so far it was never with a man and he contemplates on introducing you to 'the guys'. - he definitely has some people from university or work, or maybe from the spider-society he goes out with sometimes. he doesn't want you to feel alienated or dysphoric because of this, so he decides he won't give no mind to what other's might say. turns out they are pretty chill about someone bringing their partner to the group and it starts a trend.

on nights like this you two are probably the first to leave, as he has a lot of work to do and is very tired. doesn't mean that while he has the energy, you two won't be the chaotic duo of the band. mostly you, as Miguel is occupied with documenting everything to show you the next morning.

he is very grateful for you. he doesn't open up to a lot of people and after what happened to his family he toughg he could never be vulnerable with someone ever.

occasionally he brings up the topic of family, which is a bittersweet one for him. he definitely doesn't want to start a new one, but he likes to dream about a domestic life. he knows it may cause dysphoria for you, and thinks it would be the best to stop longing for something he will never have. a lot of times these conversations ended with him grieving his daughter and you trying to soothe him. if you are alright with it, he definitely wants to do charity work with kids.

the closest thing you ever got was adopting stray animals and you jokingly mentioning a radioactive spider farm, which really got him thinking about the exact structure of it. - he could create spidermen in dimensions that lack one!

if someone ever misgenders or isnults you, he probably won't know what to say to such blatant bullshit at first. totally live-miguel reaction face. after that, he just guides you away from them, maybe shoots a non-laser web on their mouth to shut them up, that he keeps with him only for this reason.

he saw spider-people wearing eachother's clothes and a bunch of different stuff, like pink robes, so he decides he wants to feel closer to his co-spiders by joining in - and prefering you do it too. it's totally not just an excuse to see you in a cute lab-coat, that's probably his and too big for you, or a hoodie he let you borrow. he just wants to make a fashion statement. one that shouts: "this person right here, is mine."

others won't really notice it in the vast sea of diverse spider-people, only the ones that work with him all the time. they probably have remarks about how h e is breaking all the rules he enforced, but to be honest, noone kept them either way, they were just sneaky about it. in the end, they like to see how their boss isn't perfect either.

Miguel wants to support you in everything you do. trying a new hobby? studying? art? he probably will fund it, and with his connections, though not unetically, will make you opportunities in any field you choose to pursue in your civil life. as spiderman you won't need anything more than the mask, and maybe him intentionally letting the press take some shots of you two. like if you're an artist, but as spiderman, you will probably become more of a celebrity.

on training days he likes to have friendly competitions with you. even if you are significantly weaker than him. his goal is to push you to the edge and help you become stronger.

he leans towards the meal-prep, protein shakes and pre-workout lifestyle, but that's only 70% of the time. he really enjoys things considered 'junk' food and just eating at restaurants with friends. tough after the pre-workouts hit, he stays up doing work, while you try to sleep away the fatigue of a trainig-session.

he wants to train you at martial arts, but finds you someone in your own lane. he thinks it'd be no fun for you to go against him with his physique, but checks in every time, to see how much you've improved.

he likes to live a generally low maintenance day-to-day life after all the guilt he has from being rich while there are people under the poverty-line. if you are middle-class or lower, he genuenly is amazed by some things you grew up with being normal, but he will want to adapt as not to make you feel bad about this gap.

of course he still has his luxury apartment and money, but he donates to charity more and tries to improve the life of the residents of Nueva-York. it's not clear whether or not it was you who induced this change in him. he feels full of life again and just a little bit more positive about humanity.

he wants to have a life and build a home with you. is thrilled if you too are involved in bettering his city's life, but ultimately the only thing that really matters is you two being each other's rocks.

[fandomonetwo]

nothing like this — cobra kai

▸summary: you believed you were ready for anything. anything did not mean this. nothing like this.

▸characters: robby keene, gn!reader, miguel diaz

▸tw: miguel’s fall scene, uhhhhhh, emotions, angst, adult words

▸a/n: let’s begin my blogging experience with angst, why not? it sucks ass, but here ya go

PEOPLE SAY THAT IN order to be successful in life, you must expect the unexpected.

Well, this was unexpected and you did no expect it at all.

You knew that there was always going to be some beef between two pretty girls when they used to share a mutual boyfriend, but goddamn, you never expected it to be broadcasted over the loudspeaker. 

Of course, you had no idea what happened. Just that Samantha LaRusso had done something, and Tory Nichols was coming for her. Those words began the chaos that would make or break the tension between the two rivalling karate dojos. 

Now, you weren’t in karate. No, the only way you were affiliated with Miyagi-Do Karate was purely because you were Mrs. LaRusso’s assistant secretary, and thus made regular trips to the family home in order to be taught how to do things and make sure that she did them correctly. 

Whilst you made these visits, you often times came across the students that Mr. LaRusso taught in his backyard. Thus far, there were only two, his daughter Sam, and another boy named Robby. Robby Keene.

Gosh, since the first moment you met, you were smitten. What was there not to like about him? He was good-looking, humorous, had a great personality, and he was kind. He was sweet. You knew this because one time, you were late to the home, and wasn’t watching where you were going, so, of course, you bumped into someone in pure comic book romance fashion. All the papers you had been gathering in your hands had been dropped, and it was a miracle that they didn’t all get out of order. It was still frustrating, though, but you still began profusely apologising to the person you had bumped into. 

You knew you had been rambling for about twenty seconds before you were stopped by the other person’s laugh, and soon you were laughing together. Mrs. LaRusso was watching from the window, and Mr. LaRusso was from the side gate, but they’d never admit it. They were quite happy to listen to you guys completely lose your shit over something so small, but alas, both of you had things to do. 

No matter how close you two got, you weren’t surprised when Robby asked Sam out for a date. And despite how much it hurt, of course you were going to help Sam pick out an outfit. What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t? Well, more employee than friend, but you get the point. 

Cutting back to the current day, you was concerned about what Sam could’ve done to Tory that warranted such a reaction. So, with the rest of the school, you brisk-walked to where the biggest crowd was. Right in the middle of the hallway. You couldn’t get passed the rows of people at first, but eventually, you wound up next to Hawk, someone you knew of but had never really spoken to. You had no reason to. Now she did. 

“What’s happened?” You peered curiously at the two girls, circling each other like Scar and Simba in that one scene from The Lion King. 

Your question was not answered by the person you had asked it to, but by one of the said lions in the cage. “You kissed Miguel.” 

Tory’s tone was so cold, yet so heartbroken, that the words she spoke yielded such an uproar from the crowd. Gasps were heard all around, and you felt your eyes widen as they met with Robby’s on the other side. His eyes looked so pained, so vulnerable, you wanted nothing more than to hug and shield him from the cruelties of the world. 

You weren’t quite sure what really happened. Everything went by so fast, and you were quite literally pushed away from the drama, so you didn’t get to see too much. Despite this, and despite nearly being run over by Demetri sprinting from Hawk, you headed to where you knew the rest of the school would be going.

The stairs.

For some reason, you had wound up at the bottom of the stairs even though you were on the level above a few moments ago. The real trick now was to make your way up to the upper level without getting your face broken. 

You were not going to do anything with the girls. No, girl fights are best left alone. Your main concern was how far Robby was going to go, because from the angle you were at now, he wasn’t stopping. His kicks were never ending, his punches ever blurring, and you didn’t have an opening to go and see the damage. You didn’t have to like Miguel. You had only ever spoken two word to him and he seemed like a good kid. But you liked Robby. And you knew that Robby would keep going until either, or both of them, were dead or close to it. 

So, when you found your opening, you raced upwards, narrowly avoiding Tory’s stray fist, and managing to haul yourself to the upper level. Where you arrived just in time to see Miguel pin Robby to the ground. You saw him whisper something to the boy on the tile, his raised fist gently falling to his side as he stood up. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this part was over.

It wasn’t.

No sooner had Miguel began to arise than Robby felt the fire erupt once more in his chest. He whipped around, and you watched as he continued aiming his hits at the poor boy.

“Robby, leave him alone!” Your words had no affect, but you thought you may as well try. Plan B then had to be out into motion. Ignoring the advice you had given yourself long ago about not getting in the middle of fights, you found yourself doing just that. You raced to the boy in the blue hoodie trying to get him to stop. Unfortunately, his brain was already in the fight mode, so he wasn’t stopping for any money.

The fist you had stupidly grabbed was flung forward, you trailing behind it as you were thrown into Miguel’s chest. Instinctively, his hands grabbed your arms and pulled you down as Robby foot aimed at his chest. He harshly pushed you away, which you weren’t concerned about, and caught Robby’s other foot with his hands. He didn’t catch the other one that struck him across the face and you put your hands over your mouth as you sat there on the tiles with you body trembling and you tears gathering.

The boy you liked, you crushed on (you had thought), was unhinged. He had deluded himself that he was defending himself, and he didn’t notice that his defence had turned into offence against his opponent.

Soon enough, Robby had Miguel pinned against the railing in a dangerous way. You had raced to your feet and had tried to grab one of Miguel’s outstretched hands, failing miserably. Robby had to grab your arm to keep you from falling over the edge.

And so you watched the boy fall over the edge, your knees buckling as he hit the staircase handlebar. Your hands were shaking, your breath was heavy and trembling, your eyes were watering and wide.

Robby had grabbed by both arms, and now you were aware of it. You threw yourself away from him, shoving him back in the process.

“Get off me!” You were hysterical. You had seen a classmate fall at the hands of the person you had thought you would stick by through thick and thin. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

Robby looked lost, and as his fight dwindled, his flight rose a hundred fold, and he bolted. Your vision became blurry as you sank to the tile, the adrenaline running out as you struggled to comprehend what you had just witnessed. Because it shouldn’t have been this.

Nothing like this.

[musicalbl00m]

Hello may I request a matchup for Into the Spidervetse and Marvel please? I’m a straight female and my name is Xiomara!

I’m very shy, distant, quiet, and a little awkward. Basically a huge introvert at first. However, once I get to know you better or I at least see that you’re comfortable around me, I’ll get comfortable as well :) And once that happens, you could say I become slightly more extroverted. I get louder, laugh more, and am overall less shy, distant, quiet, and awkward. I’m also very sensitive and have tons of trouble speaking up for myself. When getting yelled at or just insulted, I try and act unbothered but I think everyone knows that I’m holding in my tears at that point… (it’s really embarrassing ok don’t judge 🫠) But one thing I can say is that I’m somewhat funny. When I feel comfortable around people or just someone, I usually let more witty and funny comments out. Hobbies I have are photography, gaming, golfing, bowling, board games, jigsaw puzzles, and listening to music! I mostly do these hobbies solo though since I’m either too scared or nervous to ask someone or even a friend to participate with me. My appearance usually consists of grey sweatpants, grey sweatshirt, and black boots— it’s usually my go to outfit since it’s pretty comfortable. At home, my hair is tied in a low ponytail. Outside however, my hair is let down. I let my hair down outside because I’m hella insecure about my side profile. I have a round face, curtain bangs, eye-bags, black hair, and really dark brown eyes :) some people say they look soulless but idk 🤷‍♀️ I think the only thing that’s preventing my eyes look completely soulless is the fact that I commonly express myself through reactions. I’m also 5’5 ft tall. I also tend to speak using a lot of “uh” or “um” because if usually when I don’t say those two words, I end up mixing up my words and my whole sentence just ends up sounding confusing 😬 Also, I smile at almost everything and anything. I’m one of those people where even in awkward, inappropriate, or tense situations— I’ll smile. It’s especially always common for me to smile when I’m nervous. Most people find this trait comical lol. But in situations where I shouldn’t be smiling but do, I never smile to upset people, I smile because I’m either extremely nervous or I just thought of something funny. Another trait I have that I’ve gotten called weird for is how often I laugh during the night rather than the day. I just feel like during the nights I remember more hilarious things than I usually do during the day. I also laugh really loud when I’m alone so I guess hearing loud laughter in the nighttime is in fact weird 🤥

Hi there Lovely, here's your request <3 so sorry that it took a while<3

Spiderverse:

I match you up with Miguel o'hara!

In my opinion, a more soft and shy personality really fits Miguel. It brings a comfort that he really needs in his life. As your relationship progresses and you become more comfortable and extroverted, i could see him warming up to you as well, teasing you and cracking a few jokes with you. Miguel learned quickly how being yelled at affected you, and tried to change his ways as soon as possible. He doesn't want to hurt you or make you cry, but he just looses his temper sometimes. I could definitely see you having quiet nights in together. Making puzzles or playing board games together, Miguel letting you win to see your smile which he adores. I see Miguel as a person who's a big fan of the grey sweatpants-sweatshirt combination, his whole closet is practically filled with them. He loves it when you steal them from his closet instead of wearing your own, it fills him with a sense of pride (and maybe he likes that you are practically claiming him as yours)

Marvel:

I match you up with Tony Stark!

If there's anyone with enough confidence to balance out a shy personality, it's Tony. If there's anyone who will never hesitate to speak up for you, it's him. He knows about your sensitivity and inability to defend yourself, so he knows exactly when to jump in and be your knight in shining armour. Once he manages to get you more out of your shell, he often cracks jokes with you when he drags you to his lab to keep him company. He loves hearing your laugh echo through the room, and he feels proud that he's the one who made you laugh like that. Tony tries to include you in his lab work by making you puzzles based off of whatever hes making, asking Jarvis to print puzzle models for you to keep you busy when he's working on a particularly difficult project. Tony is super patient with you when your sentences are becoming a bit confusing. Sure, he might tease you a little, but he means no harm with it.

[beantothemax]

ANGST DOUBLETEAM LETS GO (more WIP stuff)

“A thief is a thief is a thief, you oughta know that by now!” Miguel cackled. “You seem real fond of your little cutpurse friend there. Do you have any idea what he’s done?”

“Shut up!” Thwack - the clearing echoed as Alfyn’s axe missed its mark and hit the reinforced core of a spear.

“I wonder how many people he’s killed? How many children he’s held for ransom? More than a few, I’ll bet.”

“I said shut up!” Thunk - the glade rang as Alfyn’s fist collided with the body of a second spear, too incensed to dedicate himself to freeing his axe. 

“Don’t listen to him,” Therion shouted. “He’s trying to rile you up.” He knew these tactics. Sling insults to throw people off their guard, get them enraged so they fight sloppier. Risky, but highly effective if what you need is a few openings. A favorite of someone else he used to know, a different thief that he had met in Saintsbridge. In another time, another life, one that had ended tragically six years prior.

“Yeah, medicine man,” Miguel sneered. Something in Therion twinged, hearing the nickname he had given Alfyn, a condescending moniker turned fond epithet, twisted back into the snarling insult it started as. “You ought to listen to your boyfriend. He knows every trick in the book. How to use, how to abuse, how to take.”

“Hah, ‘boyfriend’, reeeal original.” Therion scoffed, slowly circling around to flank, steeling himself against the all-too familiar jabs that made him think of the iron of fresh wounds in his mouth and the beating sun of the cliftlands. “Why don’t you call me a ‘worthless thief’ again while you’re at it?”

“Ooh, how cold, little tea leaf!” The words dripping out of the mercenary’s mouth made Therion stiffen on instinct. Tea leaf. Only one other person ever called him that. His reaction was slight, but visible enough that Miguel’s sneer grew by a few molars. He had him right where he wanted him. “Ah, there it is. You see, medicine man?” He turned back to Alfyn. “A thief is a thief is a thief. We only care about one thing, and it’s ourselves.”

“You say that like you know him.” It was unusual to hear Alfyn growl. Even more unusual to hear him speak with genuine rage, simmering barely beneath the surface.

“Don’t need to.” Miguel tilted his head mockingly. “You know one, you know ‘em all. It’s a dirty business, this. And everyone’s got their little sob story. I bet you fell hook, line, and sinker for his, didn’t you?” Therion saw Alfyn’s grip tighten around the handle of his axe. His stomach sank. “Hey, you bought my story. I bet someone could tell you just about anything and you’d believe ‘em. He’s playin’ a long con on ya, mate. Hope you didn’t get your hopes up too much.” Miguel cackled again as Alfyn started to shake – Therion was at an angle where he couldn’t see his friend’s expression, but he could only imagine what had overtaken him. Rage, at this worthless idiot who could not speak in any language except cruelty. Horror, realization that he was right, that a thief was a thief was a thief, that he had invested far too much time and energy and care into someone who didn’t deserve an ounce of it.

Laughter. Incredulity, at the assumption that he ever cared about Therion in the first place. As if he was worth addressing with anything less than disdain.

“Ignore him!” Therion’s warning came out louder than he meant, his voice cracking with hurt. “Alfyn, don’t listen to him!” He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. Why was this hurting him so bad? Why did the idea of the stupid, stupid medicine man actually heeding this dipshit’s words make him want to scream, make him want to lose control and claw Miguel’s stupid eyes out of his shitty, good-for-nothing skull? “He’s a fucking liar, you know that!”

OHHHH MY GOD BLAZE. BLAZE…

hgggggfgghhhhhh miguel riling up alfyn by trying to make him doubt theri….. AUGH

THIS HURTS. THIS ONE HURT. MIGUEL DESERVES EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF PAIN THAT THERION AND ALFYN ARE GIVING HIM

need these 2 to have a very long talk where alfyn is very clear about how much he loves theri.

[taughtdefense-a]

BY THIS POINT, GIVEN EVERYTHING THAT’S HAPPENED TO YOU, YOUR FRIENDS & TO ROBBY ACROSS OTHER DIMENSIONS, IT’S A KNEE-JERK REACTION for you to become incredibly overprotective or to react in some negative whenever robby gets injured. miguel & robby’s all valley fight was undeniable proof of that. you’d grimaced when miguel had pulled on his injured arm, while everyone else in the dojo cheered. differing realities aside, know you can’t protect him from everything that happens to him, even though you want to do just that. he’s not fragile. he’s not made of glass, but he is human, & in your mind that’s basically the same fucking thing. humans are… small, in comparison to you — an ABOMINATION. you’re aware of the fact that accidents happen all the time during sparring, matches, or training. especially with the sheer number of fights between the warring dojos, which seem to pop up every day, it’s inevitable that someone will walk away with some kind of injury.

still, though, this is the first time you’ve accidentally injured robby. you don’t mean to LOSE CONTROL of not even a fraction of your genuine strength, but you kick his shoulder a lot harder than you intended to trying to roll out of a hold he has you in. you immediately freeze in place like someone hit pause on you, scrambling up from the mat of cobra kai’s dojo, then quickly step away from him in an effort to keep him from seeing the instantaneous HORROR in your face, or the way your pupils briefly flickered red in pure panic. this is the most emotion you’ve shown around him since he joined cobra kai, & most since you created this reality. this version of you had gone through life virtually emotionless, uncaring of the karate war & rivalries & sam, hawk switching dojos, miguel & EVERYONE — including robby ( or so you’d tried to convince yourself, anyway ). the only people who know the genuine YOU ( somewhat, anyway ) are tory & scarlett. those two are are standing near the wall of mirrors on the opposite side of the dojo, MORE concerned with your reaction to hurting robby than robby himself, who had received the injury. they’d both heard the impact & winced.

❝ shit, i-i’m sorry ! ❞ you blurt out to your soulmate friend. the guilt that floods your whole body & eldritch self completely blindsides you, steals the breath out of your lungs faster than you can process. it’s disorientating. ❝ are you okay ? ❞

@taughtpain said ❝ it's okay, it doesn't hurt. ❞

you exhale sharply, brown eyes blown wide with fear. your heart is racing. ❝ o-ok, let’s take five. ❞ you’re practically on the verge of a meltdown with the way your chest is heaving, the way your eyes are a little unfocused. it’s not from exertion, but from the panic that’s quickly rising to a boil in your body. above you, the lights flash violently a few times, sort of like a brownout is going to happen. the recently repaired AC units stop with a clunk, then slowly grind back to life with an odd sounding noise. it’s enough of an unnatural occurrence for scarlett to stop hitting the dummy. both she & tory look up at the ceiling, a little confused.

[jinwoosungs]

Hi! I really love your writing (especially the you write yuta) can i request for your daydreams come true event of yuta seeing you laugh so hard with someone else where tears are forming nd he gets jealous nd tries to make you laugh like that?

THE ABSOLUTE GENIUS OF YOUR MIND LOVELY ANON! this is a great prompt !!!

event is currently CLOSED

.: request 6 - yuta becomes jealous when someone else makes you laugh :.

yuta had always been enamored with the sounds of your laughter. in fact, he was certain that the reason why he became your boyfriend was solely so he could be the one to bring you happiness and make you laugh.

he would do anything for your smile.

so imagine how hurt and jealous he felt when he saw you smiling at inumaki. you were sitting close to one another on the grassy hill of the training grounds, with the blond boy whispering casual onigiri ingredients in your ear as he wrote something down on your shared notebook.

at first, yuta thought it was sweet how well you and his best friend got along. when you were first introduced to inumaki and was told of his cursed speech ability, you felt bad for not being able to understand your boyfriend's best friend. so in hopes of better communicating with inumaki, you purchased a notebook to be able to talk with him by trading notes.

it was cute and sweet, but lately, yuta had been feeling jealous over hearing the sounds of your sweet laughter being directed at inumaki alone.

and today was no exception.

once inumaki had finished writing out whatever story he had painted, you began to laugh so much that actual tears were running down your face. the sight of it was enough to make yuta seethe as he stomped his way over to where you and inumaki sat.

inumaki was the first to notice him, his pale violet eyes noticing the annoyance in yuta's gaze as he tilts his head at him in question, "bonito flakes?"

yuta remains silent, simply picking you up from your spot and sitting down with you now settled across his lap. inumaki seems to understand what was going on, rolling his eyes as you let out a bunch of whispered protests.

"yuta, what was that for?!"

"nothing, i just wanted to join you guys." he settles his chin against your shoulder, "so what were you guys talking about?"

"oh, ah, inumaki was telling me some funny stories he had during his missions." as if remembering the story, you began to giggle again, the sound making yuta wrap his arms even tighter around your form.

"is that so, well i got one to tell you guys as well!" yuta began to boast with confidence.

"salmon?" oh really now?

inumaki could tell yuta was feeling quite envious over the fact that he could make you laugh so much, which was why he was looking forward to whatever story yuta had to tell.

"so this happened while i was in africa with miguel. we were curious about the various religions and what was being practiced there, just to see if there were any lingering curses near those sacred places of worship. we got to talking to a man and asked if he believed if the apocalypse was coming, you know, the rapture? and when we asked if he believed if the rapture was coming, this is what he told me."

making sure to whisper this in your ear just to see if he could get the reaction he wanted out of you, "he said to me with wide eyes 'oh word, dinosaurs are coming back!?'" (1)

and sure enough, he was able to make you laugh, even earning a light chuckle from inumaki himself. here you were, hanging on to him for dear life as ugly snorts came out of you. you might end up hating him for embarrassing you in front of inumaki like that, but yuta didn't care-

he was basking in your laughter and attention he loved oh so much and would never trade the sounds of your happiness for all of the riches in the world.

(1) if you understood this reference then i love you.

[diaphragmjellyfish]

Robby NSFW Alphabet

not my gif

A: Aftercare

Robby’s aftercare is ON POINT. He’s a huge cuddler and loves to have the chance to take care of someone who really appreciates it and takes care of him in return. He will get a soft, damp cloth and clean you off before pulling you onto his chest and wrapping you both up in tons of blankets. He likes to pet your hair while you fall asleep, and hold you so that no one can hurt you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. He knows, realistically, that no one is gonna jump out of the closet and attack you, but it makes him feel needed. 

B: Body Part

His favorite body part of yours is your hands. He loves holding them up next to his and comparing, he loves holding your hand, and he loves when your hand is wrapped around his cock while y’all are in private. He can’t help but look at your left hand and picture a pretty ring on that finger, imagining the beautiful future he wants to have with you. His favorite body part of his is his butt. The boy works out, and he knows how much you like it. He honestly never noticed his butt before, whether it was nice or not, until you started pointing it out, and now he walks around in leggings just to get your attention!

C: Cum

He likes to cum in your mouth. Blowjobs make him feel like he’s in heaven, and when you swallow, it makes Robby feel like you’re accepting him and worshipping him like no one ever has before. He also likes to finish inside you (wrap it up) because of how intimate it is. Not part of the prompt, but he loves to make you sit on his face and cum all over his mouth, dirty boy. 

D: Dirty Secret

Robby has always wanted to try more public sex. The thought of getting caught riles him to no end, and he gets so turned on by the idea of holding his hand over your mouth in a janitor’s closet so people walking past don’t hear your moans. If you wanted to try it, y’all would start small, like your backyard, and work your way up, but if you weren;t into it, that’s fine with him too. 

E: Experience

He’s decently experienced. Robby had a one night stand or two before he met Mr. Larusso, when he hung out with those hooligans, but it never meant anything. With you, it’s his first time doing it with feelings involved, and he was blown away by how much better it was that way. He was experienced enough to not bust in T-2 minutes, but he still had a lot to learn about taking his time and making sure you both enjoyed it. With the other girls, it was always about doing it to impress his friends so he never thought much about how it felt, for him or her. You have to teach him that porn isn’t realistic, and that it takes time to feel good. He’s a fast learner though. 

F: Favorite Position

He loves a good 69, lying down or standing ;) bc he’s strong like that. He also likes taking you from behind while he holds you up against him by your neck, and his other hand playing with your nipples or clit. Add a mirror, and you have the hottest sex either of you had ever had. 

G: Goofy

He can be goofy during foreplay or aftercare, but Robby likes to keep it more intimate and serious during actual sex. He wants you to know that he takes you seriously, and thinks that you guys are goofy all the time, so he wants sex to be loving and heartfelt. Drunk sex can be goofy, but most of the time, he keeps it mature. 

H: Hair

He will shave it off every once in a while and let it get stubbly for a couple weeks, then shave again. Robby HATES ingrown hairs, so he doesn’t like to shave every day, but he thinks just trimming makes it look sloppy. He settles for shaving every couple weeks. He literally doesn’t even notice when you don’t shave, so obviously he doesn’t care about that. Like he’s so caught up in the moment that you could put a little blue wig down there and he wouldn’t notice. 

I: Intimacy

So growing up, Robby never really had people that cared a lot about him. Because of this, he lives for intimate moments. Just you guys lying on his bed playing with each other’s hair makes him swoon. He’s a romantic guy, and would definitely go all out with flower petals, candles, champagne, and bubble baths if it were a special occasion. He wants you to know that he loves you, and wants to make sure you know how much he loves you. 10/10 romance. 

J: Jack off 

He did it a lot before he met you, but now he prefers you. He really doesn’t feel the need to jack off because you guys are together so often. If he starts thinking about you in the shower or something, maybe he would, but he’d rather just text you to come over. 

K: Kink

So Robby is a switch. When he’s feeling more dominant, he loves to spank you with his hands, a paddle, or his karate belt. He gets off on the fact that you trust him so much to hold your pleasure and pain in his hands. He would never go too far, but he loves how wet you get after a light spanking. When Robby is more sub, he likes when you boss him around. Telling him how exactly to pleasure you, pulling his face further into your core. Making him get on his knees and watch as you pleasured yourself. He worships you. 

L: Location

At first, a bed. But after you guys have sex on a beach at night one time, he realizes that he wants to try tons of different locations. Just the possibilities of how he can position you, someone catching you, or someone hearing how good he makes you feel, really gets him going. His favorite so far was in an empty stairwell at a fancy resort that Sam invited you both to. 

M: Motivation

So like Hawk and Miguel, Robby is a teenage boy! He’s horny all day, every day. He loves seeing you in workout clothes, seeing other guys hit on you and then shrink away when they realize you’re his, teaching you karate, and watching you put your hair up. It reminds him of… certain things. 

N: No

He would never ever let someone else join you guys. Male, female, or other, he hates the idea of someone putting their hands on you in that way, and knows you would feel the same about him. Robby thinks you guys have such a perfect chemistry going, so why would you want to ruin that with another person? It would just be awkward and clumsy, and Robby does NOT like to share. 

O: Oral

So like I said earlier, he thinks porn is accurate when y’all first start having sex. He would go down on you for like 30 seconds, barely using any pressure or suction, and would then be confused as to why you weren’t finishing. He sat you down one day and talked to you about it, because he was scared you just weren’t attracted to him or something. When you told him that you needed more than what he was doing, he made you teach him right then and there. He spent a good hour and a half going down on you, making you tell him what was good and what wasn’t, learning how to actually give GOOD head, and now he’s pretty much an expert. He takes his time and takes cues from you. You were amazing at head right off the bat, and he’s such a simp for you when you’re between his legs. 

P: Pace

It honestly varies depending on the day and what mood you guys are in. He’s a switch in all respects, so he can be slow and loving, or fast and rough, or a mix of the two. He also loves when you start on top and set the pace, and then he will flip you guys over when you get tired and finish you both off. 

Q: Quickie

He likes a good quickie in those moments when you guys are out and get turned on all of a sudden. Robby likes to take you somewhere a little more private and get you both off, before resuming what you guys were doing and acting like nothing happened. You’ve seen him shake the hand of someone with the same hand that was buried in you 3 minutes before, acting like nothing was out of sorts at all. 

R: Risk

He will try new things if you want to, but is honestly pretty content with how you guys fuck right now. His philosophy is “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” But he’s more than willing to try whatever you want to try. Robby can’t say no to his girl. Sometimes, you guys just sit there and watch porn together, and will see something that looks like fun, so you decide to try it. 

S: Stamina

So I feel redundant for saying this on Miguel and Hawk’s too, but he’s a teenage boy! He can’t go for more than 12 minutes at first. He could go like 5 times in a row, but didn’t last very long. Now, he’s way better. He can last for a solid 30 to 40 minutes if he really wants to, but normally you’re satisfied before that and he can let himself finish. 

T: Toy

Robby loves to try toys on you. When you first told him that you had a vibrator, he immediately asked if he could use it on you. He’s fascinated with how different toys do different things, and he loves studying the difference in your reactions depending on what he’s using. He doesn’t really like toys being used on him though. He thinks it feels weird and he'd rather have your mouth or hand. 

U: Unfair

Robby can be a really bad tease if he’s in the right mood. He would hover his mouth over your pussy, letting you shake and cry before he touches you. He would finger you and bring you right up to the edge, before pulling his hand away and laughing as you almost sob. He likes knowing he has the power to make you writhe like that. 

V: Volume

He’s pretty quiet, to be honest. You had to tell him specifically that you wanted him to be louder in the bedroom. Once you did that, he started to let loose a little bit more, but still isn’t super loud. He would rather listen to you scream his name ;) 

W: Wild Card

He loves shower sex. Too many times have you guys both cum, only for him to carry you into the shower to clean off and eventually start round 2. The water, the soap, the nakedness, he’s a sucker for it. There’s no clean up involved, and he even gets a bathtub mat so you guys don’t slip and hurt yourselves. 

X: X-Ray

I said it before and I’ll say it again! Size! Does! Not! Matter! The g-spot is 3 INCHES IN so if he’s hitting it right it’s fine!!! But Robby is probably a solid 6 inches. 

Y: Yearning

Teenage boy! He could go at the drop of a hat. Robby wants you all the time, he just holds back until you want to as well. Which is also often, I mean look at him!

Z: Zzz

He doesn’t really like to fall asleep right after in case you need something. He makes sure he’s available to get you whatever you need: a snack, water, another blanket, a kiss. Robby also likes to hold you while you sleep, because it makes him feel like he’s doing his duty as your boyfriend and protecting you. 

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means “to be sick,” and the second is deredere, used here for “lovestruck.” A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.

(Remember, Yandere’s are toxic, and while it’s fun to write and read about in fiction, it’s not okay in real life. This is your warning)

I’m so sorry anon! Tumblr deleted my draft about the Yandere!Shishigumi ask. I re-did it and I hope it’s okay!

(Sorry for any errors I wanted to post it before tumblr ate it again ;-;)

-Maeve

Ibuki

How they act around you

Ibuki adores you. How could he not? You’re everything he’s ever wanted in a partner. He can’t let you know that though, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you or scare you off. Instead, he becomes your friend. He’s there for you whenever you need him, no matter what time of night or day. If he’s not available, he sends someone else to help you. He’s always there, spending time with you, that others hardly ever see you without him. 

He’s supportive of all your goals, and wants to do whatever he can to make them happen. 

Over time you’ll find that no one else is as loving and supportive as he is (he makes sure no one else can be). He wants nothing more than to see you happy, with him.

He’ll quickly becomes your shoulder to cry on, the person you rely on. 

He’s your foundation. 

How they act when angry

Ibuki is extremely protective of you. He doesn’t often loose his temper, but when he does it’s when someone's crossed you. You’ll find that rude, or mean, animals you’ve run into have gone away. Usually you find they’ve moved, or transferred jobs/school/ect. Ibuki makes sure you don’t know what really happened to them. He knows you’d be upset if you knew, but it’s really in your best interest. 

He will go into a silent rage when someone tries to take what’s his. Usually they’re harmless strangers he can ignore, but if they try and give you their number, or pursue you further than one interaction, he looses it. Luckily for Ibuki, you don't know them well, so when they go missing you wont be grieving. 

Free

How they act around you

Free adores you, and it’s one of the most obvious things in the world. He’s always hugging you, throwing an arm around your shoulders, and calls you nicknames. He never even asked you out, but everyone assumes you’re an item by how he acts. He never corrects them, and goes as far as to call you his baby when you’re out of earshot. 

Free loves to tease you. Some jokes are at your expense, but nothing is too intense. He thinks you’re adorable when you get flustered, and have extreme reactions. 

He never leaves you without leaving his scent on you. He hangs on you, or has his arms around you in hugs, and a big part of it his him leaving his scent as a silent warning to anyone who comes in close proximity. Animals don’t hit on those that smell like lions. He does it so often you may even become nose blind to it. 

He will go to your home when you’re not there, invite himself in. 

He goes through your stuff, but is sneaky about it. You wont know he’s logged onto your computer, or that he’s gone through your phone. He’s a feline, so he’s very quiet. Breaking and entering is the least of his crimes.

How they act when angry

Free is volatile on a good day, and that’s not even when it’s concerning you. He loves fighting, violence, and it’s a recipe for disaster when something happens.

Don’t fight with Free. He’s hard to fight with, but if you do Free punches holes in walls, breaks things. He would never turns his violence your direction, but anything else? Free game.

That’s not even taking into consideration what happens when other animals hit on you. The few animals that ignore the fact he’s scented you, don’t live long. As soon as they’re alone, Free destroys them. Free doesn’t kill them outright, he wants them to suffer, and by the time he’s done they’re unrecognizable. 

Dolph (credit to @beqstars for the help!)

How they act around you

He spends time with you. At first it’s with a small group of the Shishigumi, then the group dwindles down until it’s just you and him. It starts happening so much, it becomes natural for it to just be Dolph and you

He starts really weaseling his way in by offering to help you around you home, with any extra work you have.

Before you realize it, Dolph is always with you. The few times he’s not, he actually is. 

Dolph is a feline, and despite his size, he moves silently and in the shadows. He keeps track of you, no matter where you are, and no matter where you go. If he’s not there, one of his cohorts usually is. 

Dolph is intimidating, and while you may assure people that he’s not a threat, their instincts are right. He is. All it takes is a look over your shoulder at someone, and that scares most people off.

Dolph does whatever you need him to, and is very supportive of your endeavors. It wouldn’t be above him to make competition for a job disappear, or for the animal to give it up in favor of your promotion. 

Dolph would risk his life for you, without question. He’d also kill for you, without question. He’d never tell you that though. 

How they act when angry

Dolph has a firm grip on his temper, so it takes a lot for him to get mad. You probably could even go out on a date, and he’d control himself (though he’d persuade that you two were no good for one another calmly). 

What would make him loose his temper is if you kissed someone else, or began limiting your time with him because of affection for someone else.

Dolph’s temper is calm, cool, and lethal.

The person who you began dating may ghost you, or move suddenly. The person who kissed you? Dolph sets him up for something horrible, so you don’t grieve the loss of whoever it was. Luckily for you, in your grief, Dolph is there to comfort you. They were scum anyway. He can hold you, don’t worry. 

Agata

How they act around you

Agata is friendly and sweet, if not a bit shy. He likes to be close to you, but never pushes the limit too far. He just likes being in your presence. 

Due to his sweet disposition, no one ever sees him coming. Plus, Agata has a very dark mane, so when he does speak with authority, no one questions him.

Agata will use his gang connections to keep you safe and keep an eye on you

Agata is easy to talk to, and because he’s so easy to talk to, it’s easy for him to find out your secrets. It’s easy for you to let him in, and let him know your thoughts, dreams, and hopes. He supports all of them. 

You two end up talking so much that he just falls into being someone you can’t picture going without. He’s always there when you need him, even when you don’t call him. He just seems to know. 

Is it okay if he holds your hand now?

He’s going to do whatever he has to in order to make sure you’re happy. No matter the cost. 

How they act when angry

Agata doesn’t get easily angry, but when he does, he becomes a totally different lion

Agata is so much stronger than he lets on, or that anyone knows. He can and will smash skulls when someone looks at you wrong. 

He wont let anyone hurt you. It doesn’t matter if they’re putting you at risk physically, emotionally, or financially. Hell, it doesn’t matter if they just cut you off in traffic, Agata can’t let anyone put his special someone at risk. 

Agata wont do it when you’re around, instead he stalks the animal he’s after, and waits until they’re alone. 

It’s very messy, but he has the Shishigumi to help clean up after him. 

Agata hopes you understands how much you mean to him 

Miguel

How they act around you

Miguel is very quiet, and doesn’t talk without purpose. He just kind of creeps into your life. You think maybe you met him when you went on a walk?

On a bad day, he shows up and cooks you dinner. You don’t question the fact you don’t remember telling him where you lived, you’re feeling bad and he’s there to make you feel better. 

He always responds to texts messages, calls, and emails. He never makes you wait very long for a response.

Miguel will support you, no matter your cause

He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world when you talk. You’re the center of his universe, even if he has a hard time expressing it. 

No one tries anything with your big, burley, shadow. 

Miguel is big, but he’s light on his feet. Miguel has a tendency of following you, even when you don’t realize it. 

He will often sneak into your home, especially when you’ve been busy. He picks up. Nothing obvious, but he dusts, just generally wipes things down. 

He does it more at night than in the day. The day most animals don’t try anything, but the worst kinds of animals come out at night. 

How they act when angry

Miguel is a silent killer. He takes out anyone he deems a threat quickly and effectively. 

That being said, he doesn’t kill for you as often as some others may. 

He doesn’t need anyone to get suspicious. He tends to just...discourage anyone from messing with you. 

They’ll find that their cars are wrecked, their homes have been vandalized. He sends a lot of signs that they need to back. off. 

If they visit the black market? Nothing stands against the Shishigumi, and Miguel isn’t above using his position to intimidate anyone who stands in your way. 

When someone hits on you? Miguel is usually in the background, and one look from an angry Miguel sends whoever it is running. If they ignore him? They’re gone. It’s a good thing he knows where sharks are. 

Sabu

How they act around you

Sabu is very quiet, but he may talk more around you (which still isn’t much)

Sabu is the kind of guy that you’re probably not sure how you two ended up friends, but you are.

Sabu is relaxed around you, and he allows himself to let his guard down.

Sabu knows his desires and need to be around you isn’t healthy, but he can’t help it. He only feels normal when he’s around you. You’re his soul mate, he knows it. 

Sabu just kind of...knows how you feel, even when you can’t put it into words. He’s always around and willing to be your shoulder to cry on if you get upset. 

He also will do any repairs to your car or vehicle. He’s also there to fix anything that breaks in your home.

He’s better at expressing himself in text messages than actually talking.

The fact you’re okay with who he is, and how quiet he is makes you so special to him. 

He’d do anything to make sure you’re happy and secure. Anything.

How they act when angry

Sabu rarely looses his temper. He’s one of the few yandere who are self aware. So he has a mental checklist that allows him to pull himself back from the edge.

The rare times Sabu can’t control himself is when someone starts coming after you romantically. How can they make you happy? How could they? 

Sabu has done everything he can to make you happy, would they do that for you?

They just go missing without a trace. No one knows where they went, or what happened to them. It’s a big city, after all.

If it’s someone you know well, Sabu will stage a flawless accident. No one will question it, and he’s there to hold you when you get upset. 

Jinma

How they act around you

Jinma is a little bit odd on the best of days. He initially is a little stiff and awkward, but he relaxes quickly around you as soon as you start talking to him

He likes to talk with you, pick your brain, and hear you talk back. He could spend just...hours talking to you.

Jinma is supportive of you, especially if you have nay urge to pursue academics. He’ll study with you and help you figure things out. 

Jinma spends a lot of free time with you, any time he can have. 

He likes to learn about your hobbies, and wants to try them out with you, even if they’re bad. If you have a hyper fixation? He’s going to learn everything about it, and listen to what you have to say. 

Jinma tends to plan his life around your schedule, which he knows by heart. You’ll find you happen to “bump” into him while you shop or do errands. 

How they act when angry

Jinma doesn’t get angry very often. When he does? He doesn’t just kill the person, he destroys their life from the inside out

Jinma can easily navigate the black Market, the ‘normal’ part of society is no different. Black mail, threats of violence...nothing it too low in order to make you happy.

Jinma only really kills when someone moves in on you. It doesn’t matter if it’s a toxic friend, a rude boss/coworker, Rex forbid someone trying to take you away! Jinma makes quick work of them. He doesn’t even have to do it himself, he uses his connections. 

Dope

How they act around you

Dope talks his way into your life. he just reads your body language. he waits until you’re vulnerable, then swoops in with something to make you smile.

Dope is very easy to get along with. His ability to do negotiations in the Black Market means regular people and society are a cakewalk to navigate

It’s so easy for you to talk to Dope, you probably don’t realize you’ve given as much personal information as you have. 

Dope Is very supportive of you, and does whatever he can to help you reach goals and milestones. 

If you’re a student or need help with a work project, Dope will spend hours with you helping you out. He is very patient, understanding, and will keep you from getting upset or frustrated.

Due to the fact he’s so good at reading others, you wont realize that he’s manipulating you and the animals around you to get you alone more. 

He loves to touch your shoulder, hold your hands, keep you close. He’s distracting you enough that you probably wont notice until ten minutes later that your hand is in his. 

Dope will go through your personal things when you’re not around. He memorizes your passwords, looks in your emails, texts, and messenger accounts. He’s just making sure no one is moving in on you, and that you’re safe. 

How they act when angry

. Dope rarely gets angry, and actually avoids violence if he can. He’d much rather use his words to manipulate others in order to get what he wants

It’s also not above him to use his silver tongue to make someone else life miserable

Dope will use his connections to the Shishigumi to intimidate those that he deems a threat. 

While Dope would rather avoid violence, he’s not above it. If someone gets too close to you, he’ll get rid of them. 

Dope is fond of knives. 

Hino

How they act around you

Hino comes into your life like Prince Charming. 

He probably just comes up and introduces himself to you. 

Hino is in a very delicate situation, where he has to use his looks for his job, and he tells you about it in a way that will gain your sympathy (he wont tell you his exact job, and just allows you to assume)

While he knows his looks are appealing and the way to get your attention, it’s actually very important that you know him. So he shares his secrets with you when you’re alone, and you do the same. How could you say no to that face?

Hino is instantly hooked. 

After a few months he tells you about his insomnia, and that his roommates are noisy. He asks if he can stay with you every now and again so he can nap on your couch. Saying yes, Hino quickly becomes a semi-permanent resident of your home. He’s there when you get off, and greets you with his soft purring voice and a gentle smile. 

Due to the fact he stays with you so often, he’s always there when someone else is. He makes himself a fixture in your life you can’t remove. 

How they act when angry

Hino is actually easily jealous. He’s not as volatile as many of the other yandere’s, but he has his moments.

He trusts you, and has confidence in his own looks and abilities, so he doesn’t mind if the odd animal idiot hits on you. He knows you wont go after them, not when you have him.

If someone hurts you though, or if someone hits on you and makes you smile the smile that should be reserved only for him it’s game over

Hino will loose his temper.

While Hino looks lovely, his body isn’t just for show. He’s actually sizeable and fast. The animals who crossed you and put his relationship with you at risk are going to pay with their lives. 

It’s actually one of the few times Hino allows himself to get really messy

[drabbles-mc]

50 Types of Touch

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Dedicating this to the second half of my brain @garbinge​ because she sent me This Post by @creativepromptsforwriting and that’s what got this all going. Love you lots! xo

Warnings: language, very slight steam, minor mentions of blood/injuries

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: Before anyone says anything, YES I am willfully ignoring some of the things we’ve recently discovered about canon!Nestor lmao. Let me have this 😂 This is all just soft, my friends. I needed some softness after how my week has gone and Nestor is my comfort character so it only made sense that it went this way haha. Hope you guys enjoy! xo 

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Touching Foreheads: Nestor almost always rests his forehead against yours after a long kiss. He’ll usually close his eyes and just focus on the feeling of you so close to him. After a long, hard day, those few seconds of silence and closeness are how he centers himself.

Running Fingers Through Hair: The first time you ever saw Nestor’s hair out of braids, you almost lost your mind. How he managed to tame it so well all the time was amazing to you. You were always big on playing with stray locks of it, especially when he got out of the shower. When the two of you were curled up on the couch together, you found yourself absentmindedly playing with the ends of his curls. Sometimes you caught yourself and were afraid it bothered him, but you noticed that he slowly started wearing it down more and more often at home, and it made you smile.

Hiding Face in Neck: Whenever you do this to him, his hand automatically comes up to cradle the back of your head. It never fails to make him smile—he finds it to be adorable. His favorite is when he can feel your lips curl into a smile against his neck, or when he can feel your laughter against his skin.

Caressing the Other’s Hand: Nestor is notorious for doing this to you while he drives. One hand on the wheel, one hand on you, always. He’s either tracing patterns on your hand, or resting his hand on your thigh. He also loves when you do it to him while the two of you watch movies together—your eyes are on the screen but your fingers have a mind of their own.

Feeling Their Pulse: The few times that you’ve had to go to the hospital for him, it was always the first thing you would do. Didn’t matter what the doctors or monitors hooked up to him said, you had to check for yourself. Sometimes he’d be barely awake and try to crack a joke about it and you would roll your eyes through the tears, because of course he would have sarcastic remarks at a time like that.

Patting the Other’s Head: It was something that the two of you would do to each other in passing. When one was laying with their head leaning against the arm of the couch, it was almost impulsive. You remember the first time you did it to Nestor and he looked up at you, a confused expression on his face. He thought that you were trying to get his attention, or maybe crack a joke, but you just kept walking. The first time he did it back to you was to see how you’d react, but you’d just smile and continue doing whatever you were doing, sometimes letting out a quiet hum of approval. So now it was just something that each of you did, a type of acknowledgment without having to speak.

Holding Hands: He’s never been big on casual hand-holding. He’ll hold it in the car sometimes, but usually one of the only times he’s holding your hand is when the two of you are walking through somewhere together, whether it’s a crowded store or whatever business parties and functions he has to go to with the Galindos. Keeping his fingers interlocked in yours is his way of making sure that he doesn’t stray too far from you.

Shielding the Other One with Their Body: Nestor spends so much of his life ready to dive in front of bullets or whatever other danger is thrown Miguel’s way. Needless to say, his life with you doesn’t quite carry the same risks, and he works very hard to keep it that way. However, the second that he senses that someone is giving you a hard time, or making you uncomfortable in any way, he won’t hesitate to place himself between you and the other person. He’ll gently nudge you behind him, keeping a protective hand reached back and placed on your hip to provide you with whatever comfort he can while he addresses whoever was causing the issue.

Listening to the Other’s Heartbeat: Before you, he’d never met someone who found it so comforting to listen to it. Most times when you were laid up on the couch together, you’d sprawl at least partially on top of him so that you could press your ear to his chest, close your eyes, and just focus to the rhythmic beat. It was always comforting, but he never understood how much it really meant for you until one day you crawled up into his hospital bed with him and did it, and he felt your body start to tremble against his. After that he started doing it to you, too, and he started to understand the security it gave you.

Spooning At Night: He’s a Big Spoon all the way. He likes being able to wrap his arms around you and keep you pulled close. He’ll tangle his legs up with yours to soak up all the contact with you that he can. This is one of the only times that he’ll nestle his face into your neck, because it makes him feel all that much closer to you. You enjoy the feeling of his chest rising and falling against your back, and he likes feeling like he’s as close to you as he can get.

Laying Their Hand on the Other’s Neck: You rested your hands on either side of his neck all the time. You’d idly trace over the ink there as the two of you stood and talked. More often than not your hands would slide from the sides of his neck to the back and pull him into a kiss, and he’d always let you. One of his hands covered an entire half of your neck. It made you feel small, but it was also comforting to soak up all the warmth emanating from his palm.

Pushing a Strand of Hair Behind Their Ear: He’d blown the same stray lock of hair out of his face at least four times while he was working on his laptop, but he didn’t make any move to actually fix the issue. You watched from the opposite end of the couch with a small smile on your face, trying not to let your amusement be too obvious. Once he did it again you shook your head and leaned forward so you were sitting upright, motioning for him to lean in closer to you. He leaned in, expecting you to say something, or kiss him, but instead you reached out and carefully tucked the unruly strands behind his ear with a quiet laugh before collapsing back into your previous position. He sat there and watched you for a moment before shaking his head, smiling as he went back to his work.

Nudging the Other One: You were always nudging him. It was your preferred way of getting his attention. Whether you were on the couch watching a TV show and something was happening that was exciting you, or you were out shopping and you saw something that you thought looked really cool. You were always bumping his shoulder lightly with your own. At first he didn’t realize it was your preferred way of communicating your excitement, or trying to get his attention. But now feeling the slight bump against his shoulder immediately snapped him to attention.

Putting an Arm Around the Other’s Waist: You usually did this in response to him draping his arm around your shoulders. If the two of you were walking down the street he’d almost always wrap his arm around you, and your body’s natural reaction was to put your arm around his waist and pull yourself closer against his side. Sometimes he’d wrap his arm around yours if he was communicating to someone that you were with him, and vice-versa. You’d feel his fingers put pressure against your hip and you’d smile, knowing that he was proving a point to someone.

Hugging Each Other: Nestor wasn’t a big hugger until he was with you. It just wasn’t something that he had a lot growing up, and in their world of business, genuine hugs were far and few between. The adjustment after he started dating you was a bit odd for him, but now a long, tight hug from you breathed a whole new life into him. It’s the first thing he looks to do after a bad day.

Massaging Them: The first time you asked Nestor to give you a massage there was nothing but panic written all over his face. He wasn’t used to using his hands for something so gentle and intimate. He was afraid he’d do it wrong and hurt you. So you offered to give him one first and even that he hesitated on, not used to being so vulnerable and relaxed with someone. You started off by just working his shoulders and neck, but he practically turned to jello in your hands and then it didn’t take much convincing after that. The first time he gave you a back massage and you told him to just straddle your hips while you were lying on your stomach, the smirk that came across his face was priceless, and shortly thereafter massages became a favorite lazy-day activity.

Holding the Other’s Chin Up: Usually he’d place his hand on the side of your neck and then position his thumb underneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up and look at him if the two of you were having a difficult conversation. It was a soft but firm reminder of where his focus was. He’d always been big on eye contact with you, and when you were upset it mattered all that much more.

Squishing the Other’s Cheek: He hates when you do it. Or, rather, he acts like he hates it. But underneath the eye rolls and the shaking of his head, you can see him fighting to contain a smile. It was always done in jest, and to get a bit of a rise out of him, and it always worked.

High Fiving: The first time you held your hand out for a high five, he almost didn’t do it. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d given someone a high five over anything. But you’d come home with some really exciting news, and when you finished your story you held your hand up for a high five, and for a solid almost ten seconds he looked back and forth between you and your hand before realizing that you were serious about it.

Bandaging/Stitching Up an Injury: You do more of that than you care to admit when it comes to Nestor. You never got less worried for him, but your annoyance levels varied as time went on. You thought that he’d get mad but you’d be muttering under your breath as you cleaned out his knuckles and put bandages in the gashes on his face but when you’d look at him, he’d be smiling. You’d ask why and one time he told you he was glad that you were comfortable enough to not only stitch him up, but also let him know that you thought he was an idiot sometimes. He liked the balance in your care for him, and it got both of you to laugh despite the bloody gauze around you.

Kissing the Other’s Brow: Nestor’s go-to while he was hugging you, along with kissing your temple. For you, the feeling was always coupled with him squeezing his arms a little tighter around you for a moment as he pressed his lips gently there. It was the first step in comforting you after a bad day.

Falling Asleep on the Other’s Shoulder: The first time he looked down and saw that you had fallen asleep on him in the middle of a movie at your place was when he stopped trying to deny the fact that he was in love with you. You looked so peaceful and content slumped against his side. He didn’t dare disturb you, even when his arm started to go numb. Instead, he just settled back against the couch and chose another movie to put on.

Carrying the Other One in Their Arms: This usually follows you falling asleep on his shoulder. You’d usually wake up as he lifted you, sleepily wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into his chest as he walked to the bedroom. Sometimes you’d grumble and groan about him waking you up, but it was never too long before you fell right back to sleep. His favorite was the rare occasions that he had to carry you inside after you had too much to drink, because you’d be leaning into him, talking and flirting with him like you were still trying to pick him up at the bar, despite the fact that you lived together.

Whispering in Their Ear, Lips Touching the Skin: One of the few things that you’ve seen make Nestor let out an involuntary shiver. It drives him crazy in the best way, and regardless of how the two of you are positioned, his hands instantly start to roam and trail all over your body, silently encouraging you to keep going.

Stroking the Other’s Arm Soothingly: When you did it to him, you were usually following the outlines and designs of the ink that covered his arms. He’d watch you as you focused intently on the ink, smiling at how entranced you got by it. Sometimes when he spooned you, he’d lazily drag his fingers up and down your forearm to give just that extra bit of affection as the two of you laid there together. Depending on how tired you were, sometimes it would tickle and hearing your sleepy giggle made his entire body feel warm.

Kissing the Top of Their Head: Nestor did this if you were sitting at the table or on the couch and he was walking by you to take care of something that would take more than a minute or two—like a phone call about work or going to take a shower. If he was going to the kitchen to cook he’d make sure he stopped to kiss the top of your head before getting immersed in his cooking plans. Sometimes you’d look up at him and make him kiss you on the lips as well, other times you would smile as you continued whatever activity you were enthralled in.

Pulling the Other One Towards Them: Nestor could tell from the second you walked in the door whether you had a bad day or not. If you had, he would immediately walk over to you and pull you into a hug, letting you lean into his chest. On the opposite end of that spectrum, if the two of you were arguing and you tried to storm away mid-argument, he’d reach out and tug you back towards him—never forcefully, but he hated not resolving things and he’d all but beg for you to not storm off.

Feeling For Each Other in the Dark: Something that became second-nature to you once you started living together. He got home late a lot, and while he was usually pretty quiet and careful about getting into bed without disturbing you, every now and then it’d wake you up and even half-conscious you still reached out for him, and in those moments, he really knew what it felt like to be wanted.

Tickling: Once Nestor found out you were ticklish, it was game over. Any time you were trying to pout or be dramatic about something small, it was how he got you to laugh and abandon any plans of keeping a petty argument going. Did it sometimes result in him getting an accidental kick to the stomach? Maybe. But it was worth it to see you laughing so hard tears were starting to trickle down your cheeks. Nestor was ticklish too, but any time you would try to get him he would be one step ahead and somehow you would still end up on the receiving end of it.

Grabbing Onto Their Arm: The first time you watched a scary movie together, Nestor thought that you were going to snap his bicep in half with how hard you were squeezing onto it. It wasn’t what he expected from you—you seemed so unfazed by most things. One time he grabbed your arm while the two of you were out and about and it caught you off-guard, but you came to realize that he only did that when he felt like there was something off wherever you were, and you became very responsive to his touch, immediately making sure you stayed closer to his side.

Pinky Swears: Another thing that he couldn’t remember doing since childhood. But he realized that you used them for little reassurances that were actually big reassurances. The most common reason that you would lock him into one was when he told you he would be leaving for work for a few days. “Promise you’ll come home in one piece?” you’d ask. He’d smile and nod, “Promise.” And then you’d hold your pink out, “Pinky promise?” He’d lock his pinky with yours and pull you close to kiss you on the lips, “Pinky promise.”

Caressing the Other’s Back: Nestor was big on slipping his hands underneath the fabric of your shirt so he could run his hands up and down your back while he held you. Whether you were standing and hugging, or you were laying on his chest, he liked being able to feel the softness of your skin underneath his fingertips. Sometimes, when he was sitting at the table hunched over his computer, you’d materialize behind him and use your palm to run circles into his back, gently reminding him that he’d have to go to sleep eventually.

Tasting Their Smile: Feeling Nestor smile while he kissed you was one of your favorite things in the world. You’d cup his face in both your hands as you pressed your lips to his and soon enough you could feel him smiling as he held you tight. Sometimes the two of you would be trying to kiss through the laughter and it was clumsy but it was perfect.

Washing the Other’s Body: The first time that you climbed into the shower with Nestor without the intention of fooling around, it caught him off-guard. He’d had a rough go of it with whatever he was doing with Galindo, and he’d come home dirty and blood, instantly making his way to the bathroom to wash off stress. You gave him a minute or two to himself before getting in with him. He’d sighed as he rested his forehead against yours, and it was the most defeated you’d ever seen him. You kissed him and told him to turn around and you gently started to wash all the blemishes and stains from his skin. He was tense at first, but he gradually eased into it and took comfort in you taking care of him. He would do the same for you, too, hands tenderly running body wash all over you as he soaked up the way you’d relax and smile at his touch.

Kissing Bruises and Scars: He never liked talking about how he got his many miscellaneous scars, and you never pressed him about it. Nonetheless, in the small hours of the morning when the two of you were laid up together, you’d find yourself lightly kissing over them. He’d look at you with a soft smile, not commenting on it one way or the other. By the same token, when he laid with you and noticed a new bruise on your arm or leg, he’d ask where it came from. Nine times out of ten you had no idea, and usually didn’t notice them until he said something. He’d kiss them, telling you to be more careful, and you’d laugh, telling him that something wasn’t quite right about him telling you to be more careful.

Lifting the Other One Up: Watching you climb on chairs and counters at home stressed Nestor out more than it should’ve. But one day he saw you getting ready to climb up onto the counter to get a pot from the top shelf and before you could prop your leg up, he just walked up behind you and lifted you up so you could grab it. Could it have grabbed it himself? Sure. Would that have been easier? Probably. But was it the hardest you’d laughed in a while when you realized what he was doing? Definitely. Now if he was able to catch it in time, he’d always prop you up to help you out, but mostly just to hear the laughter it caused.

Putting Their Head on the Other’s Chest: Nestor very rarely laid on you, but when he was exhausted and feeling defeated, he would situate himself between your legs and rest his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. And, more often than not, it was a silent invitation to play with his hair because it soothed him. You always defaulted to laying against his chest, but on the rare occasions that he did it to you, you made sure to be extra attentive and careful with him. It was sad but also calming in a way to feel his chest rise and fall against you as he wrapped his arms around you.

Stroking Their Leg: If you were on one end of the couch and Nestor was sitting in the middle, he almost always pulled your legs so that they were draped over his lap. And if he wasn’t doing anything besides watching a show or a movie, he almost always found himself grazing his fingers up and down your shins. Usually you’d be scrolling on your phone or doing things on your laptop, and you’d flick your eyes up to look at him but he would be completely enthralled with the movie, hardly noticing what he was doing. But you took comfort in the sensation of the pads of his fingers going up to your knee and back down again.

Leaning Into the Other’s Side: Even if you didn’t start out that way, any time the two of you sat near each other you always gravitated towards him and ended up leaning on him. You didn’t always mean to—it was like a subconscious pull. Nestor noticed but he never said anything about it, liking that you always wanted to be close. He’d wrap his arm around your shoulders to invite you to be as close as you wanted, and you never turned down the invitation.

Patting Them on the Back: More often than not, if you were patting him on the back it was usually to punctuate a reminder while he was working.  You’d casually remind him that he hadn’t eaten anything all night, “So you might wanna get on that, baby,” you’d give him a gentle pat on the back or the shoulder before walking away, leaving him to whatever he was immersed in. It was usually enough to snap him out of it, to get him to tap back into reality long enough to take care of himself. Sometimes you coupled it with reassurance, telling him that whatever the issue was, he’d figure it out, and he would relish the way your hand felt against his back.

Sitting Close, Knees Touching: It reminded you of when you first started dating—the timid amount of pressure he’d apply when his leg was next to yours. If he had been feeling especially bold, he’d reach out and rest his hand on your knee. Those days were so long ago now, but you still smiled when you thought about them. But these days, that was how the two of you usually ended up when you were gaming together. You’d be sitting on the very edge of the couch, legs pressed against each other as you fought the urge to push each other off the sofa. It was a position that was almost always coupled with laughter and good-natured goading as you tried to mess each other up.

Braiding Hair: Nestor’s braids were, obviously, near and dear to him. You never offered to do them because you understood that he was very particular with them and you respected that. However, when his arm got busted up after things got rough on the job, and he couldn’t really move it for a few weeks, he had almost no choice but to ask you to take a crack at it. You were nervous, but probably not as nervous as he was. You took your time, wanting to get it just right. It was relaxing for him to just be doted on, but when he saw that you could actually do the braids well, it was a whole new sense of relief for him.

Piggy-Back Rides: Another thing that was born out of injuries. You messed up your ankle while you were trying to take care of things in the back yard, and for whatever reason instead of lifting you up the way that he usually did, he opted to give you a piggy-back ride instead. You had been in so much pain at the time that you just agreed, not caring how you got from Point A to Point B. But once the moment and the pain had passed, you reflected back on it and brought it up. Truthfully, he’d been flustered and for whatever reason that was the automatic thing that his brain told him to do.

Sitting on the Other’s Lap: He loved when you curled up in his lap. Even if you weren’t engaging in the same activity, he liked having you so close to him. You’d do it a lot while you were reading, book extremely close to your face as you got lost in the story, while he would work his way through another episode of his favorite show, every now and then looking to see what emotion the book was eliciting from you.

Feeling Their Temperature: Nestor “It’s Just Allergies” Oceteva. He never wants to admit when he’s sick, claiming that he doesn’t have the time to be sick. But one morning you woke up and rolled to look at him, and he looked like death warmed over. You knew that the cold he’d been ignoring had finally gotten the better of him. You reached forward, placing the back of your hand against his forehead and you silently shook your head as you got up and started to pull some things together to hopefully help him start to feel better. He took the tea from you begrudgingly when he woke up, “I’m not even that sick—I don’t need all this.” You nodded, “Sure you don’t,” you laid a damp cloth across his forehead.

Linking Arms with Each Other: Your favorite way to drag him to something that he didn’t want to do. If you saw a store that you wanted to go into but you knew he wouldn’t be thrilled around, you would immediately loop your arm through his and make your way towards the door, knowing that he wouldn’t want to put up enough of a fight to stop you. You’d laugh at your very small victory, and sometimes just to throw you off your rhythm he’d loop his arm a little tighter to throw you off-balance, just enough to make you lean on him, making you both laugh.

Touching Their Elbow to Get Their Attention: While Nestor would place his hand on your waist or the small of your back while you were at home together to get your attention, any time you were in public he made an intentional point to always touch your elbow to get your attention. He’d heard you rant before about how much it bothered you and made you uncomfortable when men you didn’t know would try and get your attention or ask you to move by touching your lower back, and ever since then he tried to lead by example. So if you came with him to work functions or anything of the sort, he always made sure to tap your elbow or shoulder to get your attention, and any time he saw someone else not following suit, his gaze very quickly corrected them.

Dancing with Each Other: Nestor wasn’t a dancer by any stretch of the imagination. But sometimes he’d get home late, or come out from the shower, and you’d be dancing in the kitchen while you cleaned, or while you waited for whatever you were baking in the oven to finish, and it was hard to not get swept up by you. You’d reach out and take his hands in yours and he just couldn’t tell you no. He’d twirl you around and spin you so you were pressed flush against him. Dancing always led to smiles and soft laughs as the two of you traipsed around your little kitchen together, making the most of it all.

Holding Onto the Other’s Shoulders For Support: “Lean on me,” you looped your arm around Nestor’s middle back as he slowly got out of the car. “I’m not gonna le—” You didn’t let him finish the sentence, “Just do it! You don’t get to argue with me while you’re bleeding.” He huffed and grumbled under his breath in protest but he rested his hand on your shoulder, gripping it slightly as he leaned onto you for support. It was a short walk from your car to the emergency room, but you could tell that every step of the way he hated the fact that you were holding him up. You shook your head slightly at him as he limped along, his fingers pressing firmly into the soft skin of your shoulder.

Putting a Hand Over the Other’s Mouth to Shut Them Up: Always done in jest. He liked to do it to you when you were beating him in a debate, and you did it to him when he was giving you valid reasons not to worry about something that you were stressing about. The only difference was when he would do it to you, you’d lick his hand and he would instantly release you. It always amused you, because out of everything that had ever happened to him, that was where he drew the line. When you did it to him, though, he would just stop talking and look at you with raised eyebrows, and even though you couldn’t see his mouth you knew that he had a smug grin on his face because you knew that he was right.