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Miguel thinks of you... 

His stomach churns at the thought of you. You, a random citizen, he saves one day from a villian attack. Who says thank you when he drops you off on a nearby rooftop. All he tells you is to be careful before swooping down to continue his duty. He doesn't see you again after that.

At least until he saves you again almost a week later. From a building that was going to collapse. He recognizes you immediately when you say thank you again. Miguel was wondering if you were just unlucky, this being your second time in a dangerous situation. But you admit that you wanted to be there, so you could see him again.

Now he thinks you're crazy.

He unexpectedly snaps at you for putting yourself in harm's way. You try to convince him it was a good reason by showing him a large container filled with cookies. Saying that your words weren't enough to express your gratitude. He stares at the container, not sure what to think about the kind gesture. He likes cookies.

You say he can keep the container, implying that you have a bunch of them back home. Miguel didn’t know what to say after taking the container and thanking you. So he left. Once he got home, he enjoyed the misshapen treats, accidentally eating them all in one night. They were delicious.

He knew you said to keep the tupperware but it didn’t feel right keeping what was yours. Sadly, he had no way of communicating to you. Lyla suggested hacking into the cameras to look for you. Miguel didn’t want to do that. It was too creepy.

Instead, he looked for you. Hoping you didn’t stick yourself in another dangerous situation to get him to talk to you. He didn’t know whether to be flattered or concerned. Much to his luck, he managed to find you. Carrying bags of groceries in your arms.

His approach wasn’t the best when he suddenly plops down on the sidewalk to greet you.

“Hi.”

You jump at the appearance of the superhero but quickly compose yourself, “Oh, hi.”

“Need help with those?” He gestures towards your groceries.

“I’m fine.” You say, “You probably have important things to do.”

“I do.” Miguel starts, causing you to raise an eyebrow, “Like helping a citizen with their groceries.” He waits for you to answer, ignoring all of the passersby who gawk at his presence.

“Okay.”

Miguel picks you up with one hand, making sure you are secure. He swings you to your apartment and he tries not to laugh as you hold on tight, your face buried in his chest. He drops you off on the rooftop of your building. He gives you a minute to compose yourself from the new form of transportation as you still stick to his side for stability.

“I’ve saved you twice. I thought you’d be used to this by now.”

A breathy laugh escapes you, “The big difference between those times and now was the adrenaline.” Once you were good, he hands you the container that was inside a pack he was carrying. Your eyes lit up at the empty space, “Did you like them?”

“I did. Thank you.” His stomach twists at your smile. He’s now paying attention to the rise in his heartbeat and the sweat forming on his palms.

“I said you can keep the container though. You didn’t have to give it back to me.”

Miguel takes a step closer to you on his own, “I wanted to. Didn’t feel right to keep what was yours.”

“Or…” You take the container, a grin forming across your lips. “You want some more.”

It was his turn to laugh, “What kind of hero am I if I ask someone for more cookies?”

“A good one.” The look you give him makes him want to melt. Or run away. Why was he like this? “I don’t have a problem making more.” You place the container in one of your bags, “Do you have a preference?”

He rubs the back of his neck, “Those lemon sugar cookies were good…” He wanted to record the delightful sounds of your laugh so he could listen to it later.

“Okay, big guy. Same place tomorrow?”

“What, like a burning building?”

“No…” You point at the rooftop you two were standing on, “Here. I promise to not be in danger this time.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

You gave him a wave of goodbye and he did the same before jumping off of the rooftop to see who else needed saving. He was looking forward to tomorrow so he could see you again.

A/N: I'm always writing everything but the thing I need to write LOL

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Part 3 of part 1 | part 2

Miguel was nothing like you imagined once you really got to know him and it came as a surprise to say the least.

It was obvious that you and Miguel were developing an unspoken relationship after he spent the night at your apartment. Although neither of you communicated about where you were headed with it, there was a change in Miguel's usual routine, even without exchanging any words.

He used to sit across the classroom, but now he was sitting right beside you. He used to eat alone most nights, but suddenly you were there by his side, eating your comfort foods together.

Neither of you thought much had changed, but the second time you sat together, your professor even brought up that the study session did both of you good.

Now you guys don’t look like you want to fight each other when when talking!

She said it with a smile on her face, suspecting that the coziness between you was more than just friends. But when it came to the presentation, she was even more amazed.

Never in her years of teaching had she stood up and clapped for a presentation but the work you and Miguel did on your topic was almost double of what she had asked for.

“What a presentation, I knew both of you would do great together and I was right!” She praised once more as both of you stayed behind to talk to her a bit.

“He isn’t so bad” you joke. Miguel on the other hand was smiling like a fool as he watched you talk on about how both of you managed to get the quality of work out in such short time. “Turns out you didn’t drop us two points” Miguel teased.

Your eyes narrowed at his words, he will never let that slide will he? “What do you mean?” The professor smiled “Nothing! He just always brings up beating me by two points on an exam” you sigh.

“Mmhm” she nodded. “Anyways, I don’t want to keep you any longer! Go on and have fun” she shooed you off just like before.

Miguel put his arm around your shoulder as you both left class. "I'm sorry for teasing you in front of her. I just like seeing you get mad," he said with a kiss on your cheek.

“Keep it up and you’ll be locked out of my apartment” you threatened. “Oh sure I will, you’ll be beggin’ me through the phone to fuck that pretty little face out the second you walk in” Miguel purred.

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness “like you won’t be sending me videos of you fucking yourself with your hand pft. Fuckkk jus’ like that “ you mocked.

Even if you were making fun of him you always loved the videos he sent you but it was always fun to tease him about it. You catch yourself thinking of his hand wrapped around his cock, fucking into his fist as he whimpered your name.

You can still see the image of his pretty thick cock coated in his cum as he overstimulated himself, his voice rumbling through the phone as he panted in lust.

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t honey, I’ll say it with my chest that I like fucking myself to the thought of you. And I know you loveee it when I send you videos” Miguel cooed.

You rolled your eyes at his tone, cocky as always. “I’m going home” you scoff. Miguel pouted ay mami ya sabes que nomas te quiero fregar. I’m jus’ teasing baby.

“I have one class left but I’ll meet you at your apartment yeah?” Miguel sighed in annoyance as he looked at his watch “mhm, see you there” you nodded as he pulled you into a kiss “be good” he winked as he gave a final goodbye.

The second you turned around you smiled to yourself. An idea was coming to mind.

Miguel always got bored in his English class, as it was his least favorite subject being a science nerd. You thought of repaying him for all the videos he had sent you. To do so, you decided to send him a video for the first time today.

Once you made it home, you shuffled out of your shoes and almost ran into your room. Which matching set? The red lace? Black lace? Oh! You forget about the white one you had just ordered online. They’d be perfect.

Slipping your casual panties and bra off, you semi hurriedly change into the new brand new white lace set. You glared into the mirror as the white thin lace cupped your tits perfect, the pretty pink bows on each side of the straps sitting perfect.

The panties on the other hand were a thicker material with an outer lace detailing, it covered you up but still hugged the curves of your body beautifully.

Miguel would definitely be pissed. You can see it now, his fist clenched under the desk as he tries to stop the growing bulge in his pants from growing. And oh how he hoped no one else saw what you’d sent, he’d throw a side eye back to the person behind him just to make sure they weren’t looking at his screen.

You sat yourself down onto the bed, phone in hand. You opened the camera app and were faced with the reflection of yourself on the screen. You shuffled around to get the perfect angle of your tits almost spilling out as you laid back before pressing record.

You squeezed and kneaded each breast, moaning softly and only allowing your mouth to be visible on screen. You arched and squirmed as your hand ran down your body with your phone following.

The lighting in the room enhanced the visual of your pretty cunt being hugged by the white panties. Cupping and softly rubbing your cunt before ending the video.

You watched it over and decided it was good enough to send. Within a few clicks you were on Miguel’s messages, and just like that, sent.

You smiled as the small lettering on the bottom said read within a few seconds. While he watched you’d record another, now moving your panties to the side and giving the camera a full view of your glimmering cunt.

You rubbed soft circles onto your clit, letting out a soft moan as you rolled your hips onto your fingers. You didn’t even bother watching this one as you got back into the messaging app.

You could see the bubbles typing as you sent the other video, the cover being of your fingers moving your thin panties to the side. And just like that, the bubbles disappeared.

There was no reply for a few minutes, just the read letting you know he saw it. You watched your phone, waiting for a text but to no avail. Wow.

Was he just ignoring you now? Well, you’ll make sure it bothers him even more. You went on to send him another video but now your two fingers were pumping in and out of you at a messy slow angle.

The lewd sounds of your pussy making it pornographers dream. Once you sent that one, you knew he was staring at his massages because within a second the message said read.

You thought Miguel was ignoring you but in reality he was watching the videos over and over again. Even in class he managed the hide his phone between his thighs and give himself just enough room to watch his phone. He put on one AirPod and put up the volume.

He looked around making sure no one was watching him before he pressed play. He let out an almost audible moan as he saw your tits on full display, he squirmed in his seat as you lowered the phone.

He was going to say how pretty you looked until he saw your pussy as the cover to the next video. His eyes widened as he pressed play, you sounded like a fucking dream. Miggg I miss you so much, miss you inside me

He was only 30 mintues into class and he was paying no mind to whatever the professor was talking about. Then it just got worse.

He could feel himself growing hard at the visual of your short fingers trying their best to fuck your self the way he did, your pretty little whines and whimpers only turning him on more.

Miguel shut his laptop, messily packing up his things and got the hell out of the fucking class room. He could just read up on whatever bullshit the professor was going in about.

He had a tense look on his face, his body tense and now the once tucked hoodie now hanging lower down his legs.

You sat in your bed without a worry in the world, you laughed as you imagined how painful it was to for him to sit in his class and watch you play with yourself through the screen.

You had your headphones on as you laid on your tummy, listening to your favorite song with a confident smile on your face.

The sound of the your door opening didn’t make it through the sound cancelled headphones as Miguel threw his stuff onto the ground and stomped toward your bedroom.

A loud yell echoed through your apartment as you yelled from the harsh smack on your ass. You jumped out of your headphones and sat up in a matter of seconds.

But before you could even process what had happened you were dragged onto the edge of the bed, perched up infront of Miguel as he angrily stared down at you with his arms crossed“you think that was funny huh?” Was all he said.

You tried to hold the slight giggle slipping past your lips “just a little.”

He scoffed and pulled you onto your feet “you sure do look pretty don’t you? Turn around for me” he coldly seethed “I don’t want to” you mocked with a little smirk on your face.

“You don’t want to?” He repeated before yanking you into his arms and sitting on the bed. You were giggling as he manhandled you onto his lap “why not” Miguel huffed with his hand holding your face to his “because I like how you get when I don’t do what you want.”

You know you were being a bit bratty, something Miguel had never seen to this extent but oh how he sure was loving it. “You like it when I get mad huh? Why? Because you want me to wear out that bratty little attitude? Tell me.”

Miguel was angry beyond belief. He didn’t like knowing someone could’ve seen you on his screen yet he loved knowing if they did, they’d know you were his. “I do mig, I love it when you're all big and mean” you pouted as you grind your hips onto his.

He let out a deep groan as you did so. “Then I guess I’ll be just that” he hissed while flipping you onto your stomach. You were pressed against his legs, your ass in perfect view as your head dangled besides his hip “I don’t wanna wear a peep out of you” Miguel seethed as he squeezed the fatty flesh of your ass.

He groaned as he caught a glimpse of your plump cunt “look at that” he hummed as two of his fingers pressed onto your folds, the faint wet spot on your panties making him smile.

You giggled as he cuffed your panties and dragged them down your thighs. You could feel his cock pressing onto your waist as you laid over his knee.

Miguel’s thick hand smacked down onto your ass, the harsh hit making you flinch but were quickly met with his warm hands kneading the spot right after. “How many do you think you deserve” he questioned.

“As many as you think I deserve” you cooed with your hips wiggling up in the air. You were met with a satisfied moan from above as another harsh smack hit onto your ass.

After many harsh hits, you began to regret the effort to be snarky. You underestimated how heavy his hand was as he continuously spanked you and he was fully aware of it too.

The once giggly Bratty whines from you now growing shaky and tired. “It’s too much now? You said you could take it” he chuckled. You nodded as he kneaded your ass and giving you one last smack before dipping his two fingers into your cunt.

“She’s all nice and wet for me isn’t she?” Miguel dipped his fingers slowly into your gushy cunt. His fingers were now coated in your sticky cum with each pump of his digits.

Soft whines escape your lips as he let out a needy moan. Miguel was growing impatient as his painfully hard cock strained against his jeans so he made a quick decision to flip you onto the bed.

You whined at the loss of his fingers but were met with a sight that made your thighs clench. Miguel looked completely ruined, his hair was disheveled and his glasses were on the bridge of his nose.

He looked primal with his eyes boring into yours “you really walked out of class for me” you smiled as he pulled his shirt off and moved up the bed.

He ignored your words as he ripped your legs apart and settled himself between you. His jeans were still on as he buried himself into your neck, his hands squeezing your thighs as he pressed himself onto your cunt.

“You think it was funny to send me those in class? What if someone saw them, then what would we have done?” Miguel heavily panted. “I wasn’t trying to be funny, I just wanted to show you how much I missed you” you pouted.

You could feel how hard he was trying to hold back from just fucking you into the sheets. You didn’t know why he was holding back but you could guess it was to teach you a lesson.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm”

“Then show me” Miguel smiled as he began to unbuckle his belt. He kicked his jeans off and swapped positions. His hands held onto your thighs as you sat perked onto his lap.

“Go on” he nodded. You smiled as your fingers cuffed his boxers and dragged them down his thick thighs. You licked your lips at the sight of his grithy cock, you shuffled down to your knees and glared up at him with an innocent smile.

Miguel’s hips julted up the second you held him in your hand and took him into your mouth. A gruntled moan spills from his lips as you bobbed your head up and down, tounge twirling around his base just like he loves it.

His hand flew down to your head, his right hand guiding you as his deep moans filled the room “jus’ like that bunny, o- oh fuck! Fuck jus- like that yeah” he was muttering praises as you worked your mouth around him.

You hummed as his hips began to thrust into your mouth, both of his hands now holding your head in place as he fucked your face out “oohhh fuckkkk feels so fuckin’ good love, a- ah! Oh god” he seethed.

You began to breath through your nose as you gagged with each heavy thrust “that’s it, take it” he seethed with a deadly glare in his eyes. Your hands held onto his thighs as he brutally fucked your face, but before he could cum you fully pulled yourself out of his grasp.

He groaned angrily as you moved up his hips with saliva dripping down your chin. Miguel’s eyes squeezed shut at the loss of pleasure snd before he could scold you for stopping you he was met with your pussy sleeving his cock.

“Fucking f- ah!” He seethed as you held him down by his shoulders, using his cock like your favorite toy as your hips slammed down onto his cock. You watched as Miguel’s eyes rolled back, his glasses now laying besides him as he loudly moaned.

Miguel was always amazed at the way you rode him, your hips circling and slamming onto his lap. He could hear the lewd sounds of your pussy with each thrust.

He didn’t bother moving his hips as you rode him like a a personal stallion “feels so good mig, always feel sooo good” you cried as he hit the perfect spot over and over again.

He dumbly nodded as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust, even catching the way your thighs began to clench. Your nails scratched down his chest as his fat cock stretched your cunt out perfectly, fulfilling every need and desire as you began to clench around him.

“Mig mig! Miguel oh fu-“ you cried out as his angry tip hit deep into your guts. Your moans filled his ears as you gushed around his cock, Miguel finally let himself cum as you fell onto his chest. His hands held your hips tightly as he softly runts into your cunt.

The lewd sticky sounds of both of your cum sounding like heaven. His heavy breaths and moans coming to a halt as you both came down from your highs.

“Guess you did miss me” he weakly smiled, his eyes almost closed as he pated your head softly, helping you relax in his arms.



DEARLY BELOVED

a short mini drabble that was HEAVILY inspired by a tik tok and it sparked the creative juices. (think of vampire! miguel while reading if you like) this might flop as this isn't a smut and this is a drabble that came to mind after seeing a silly tik tok

hope you all enjoy this — dia 🪻

A muse — Defined as a person or personified force that is the source of inspiration for a creative artist, it feels like a vexation for the man living in the dark corners of the castle where he called his home. The strong pull of this magnet, this attraction, weighed his cold heart down to the earth’s core. A weight on his chest. A feeling that should have vanished over the last century. But it abides and becomes middling.

Nonetheless, he didn't overlook it.

/

His warm palms rub your back in a slow, gentle action. The familiar sensation of his warm palms after holding his mug of tea was always your favorite feeling in the morning. The induced warmness against his fingertips provided a healing touch, similar to a heating pad against an aching cramp on the body.

“Desperta, querida.” The rasp in his morning voice vibrates your ear. You tossed and turned on the bed, staying in your blankets. You peer them open but shut them immediately and hide in the mount of soft Egyptian cotton. “No, no. Ya esta siendo tarde.” His fingers gathered a small chuck of your hair in between his fingers and moved your hair away from your face. (Wake up, love. It's getting late.)

His fingers brushed against the shell of your ear before he took note of a tiny mole in plain sight for his eyes to see. “You have a mole here.” You feel his finger tap on the alleged speck.

“No, I don't…” Your voice is muffled by the blankets, along with your barely parted lips. “I’m not lying, my dear.” His fingers work to move your hair away from your ear and tap on the speck once again. “Mmmh, your skin says otherwise.” His hand ruffles your hair in a playful gesture, leaving it to be a muss for you to brush out — officially giving you a task to do when you get out of the warm bedsheets.

“It's adorable.”

“I know what you're doing. And it's not going to work.” You continue to mumble on, making colorful words that make no sense to the human mind.

“Whatever you say, querida.”

/

A particular night always stuck out for Miguel.

A rainy, cold, stormy night. Thunder rumbled in the space around you two, following the flashing white light of lightning that lit up the room momentarily. The loud crash was enough to send Miguel back to a conscious state. He rubs his face with the palm of his hand and lets out a heavy sigh.

He glances over at you and sees a wet patch on the pillowcase next to your parted lips. If you wanted to, you could sleep through a tornado.

“Jesus…” His hand finds its way to your hair, gently massaging your scalp, his fingers lost in a sea of darkness known as your hair.

The pads of his fingers worked dainty patterns before gently cradling you close.

The clash of warmth made him melt like molten lava against the cold marble stone, crackling and oozing down the crevices with such grace.

“Miguel…” You squirm close to him and savor the warmth on his chest. His chest hair ticked your nose and cheeks, but the sensation of extra warmth never failed to send chills down your spine.

“Shhh, just go back to sleep.” The warmth of his hand runs down the length of your spine, stopping on your lower back and rubbing his thumb against the stretch marks. “Just go to sleep, querida.”

/

“Are you sure you're going to be okay?” He probes this question at you every time you leave the Victorian manor. “Yes, Miguel. I’m going into town to get more rosemary and herbs.” You pick up your tiny woven basket and look over to your concerned lover. You sigh and make your way over.

“Don’t worry, no one is going after us.” Your smile is enough to smooth the aching worry in his gut. “Are you sure?” He pokes the question again, earning him a small smile. You hum a yes, walking back towards him and holding his hands. “Yes, Miguel.” You giggle softly and massage his knuckles with your thumb.

“I’ll prepare your favorite dinner tonight.”

Miguel forces a soft chuckle before pulling you into a warm embrace. “Just make it home before sunset. Hunters have been around the forest.” His voice vibrates into your chest cavity, sending another ripple of warmth.

“I'll be careful.”

Hours slowly evolved into days, then weeks, and you never returned to the manor. At first, it was simple glances out the window, hoping to see that familiar silhouette Miguel adores whenever you come home. But nothing, as if you had ceased to exist.

A hunter who had mistaken you for a deer snatched you from the forest's shadows, leaving you alone on the forest floor, gasping for air.

Your hand loosens your grip on the small woven basket, spilling the contents out of the tiny basket and onto the forest floor. You always purchased nothing but herbs and two pomegranates for Miguel whenever you came into town.

/

The cobwebs and sorrows on the manor weighed down the environment over the next few decades, collecting a thick layer of dust bunnies and spiders crawling about. The tiny spiders crawl away at a door opening, letting candlelight pour in.

The room in question was a space you used to frequent. In the art room, he found you lounging around with a book or looking at his works of art, specifically his sketches of you.

There was an abundance of sketches on every flat surface in the room, varying from sketch to sketch. Sketches of you, lying in bed and tangled in your bedsheets. Some innocent sketches of you holding up a rabbit, showing its fluffy stomach to the world.

But the sketches were brushed off. Instead, Miguel made his way over to a particular pillar. A limestone blanketed with a worn-out bed sheet. He tugged off the fabric and saw the carved stone before him. The limestone before him showed a portrait of a young woman, specifically you. The curve of your mouth and the intricate detail of every strand of hair caught his attention. He remembered the tedious nights of his mallet and carving tools, having to alternate every other moment to capture the texture of your hair or the way your dimples appeared whenever you smiled.

His calloused fingers traced the sculpture's ridges and curves, feeling the cool marble against his warm touch.

"It's been a while, querida." He forced a small smile, his thumb stroking the cheek of the stone portrait. The smile was a pathetic attempt to hide the tears forming in his eyes, blinking them away as if it would contribute to burying those feelings.

"It's been a while."

ATSV HEADCANON: they have a crush on you . . . ☆

warnings - none really, super fluffy and adorable :), semi-proof read so i apologize for grammatical errors if there are any!

word count - 2122

☆ . . . miles morales

I imagine you two already being well-acquainted friends with each other once he realized his feelings for you. For quite some time he had a crush on gwen but now his heart strings are pulling him towards you, so he's struggling when it comes to addressing his feelings.

If you're in the same room as Miles, he will stare. Any conversation that he was having before is long forgotten and all that's on his mind is you.

Miles doesn't need to study, he's one of the top students in school. But he continues to go on study dates with you because he likes being in your presence and sharing his headphones with you while eating yummy pastries.

He has an entire journal dedicated to you. Said journal includes: small journal entries of his day with you, little quotes of the funny/cute things you've said that stuck with him throughout the day, candid drawings of you that he created whenever you two hung out, cute sketches of you and him stargazing or slow-dancing together (and other secret drawings of him saving you as spider-man and cradling your body in his big strong arms but we won't get into that...)

Miles really can't get enough of you. He laughs extra loud at your jokes even if they aren't funny, his heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, he'll offer you his jacket even if you don't need it, he always smiles when something reminds him of you, he'll share his headphones with you and shyly ask if you and him can make a "study playlist" (he listens to it at night while drawing you), and overall is just madly in love with you.

He wants to be with you more than anything, he's just struggling to find the right time to ask you. <3

"Hey, don't touch that! It's- No! It's not a diary, it's just...secret."

☆ . . . gwen stacy

She's pretty awkward herself. You were assigned to be partners for a project that would play a big part in your final grade, she came off slightly cold and seemed to be annoyed at your presence which made your relationship start off rocky. In reality she was just stressed, juggling her spider duties, getting kicked out of her house, and then school on top of that, it was just a lot. But when you made the effort to plan things and work around her busy schedule (that you didn't really know anything about) she started to become grateful for you.

Your parents welcomed her kindly each time she came over to study and whenever she would leave she was happy with a full belly and a sore face from smiling and laughing with you all night. The project was supposed to be done by the end of the semester but you and gwen were able to finish it the first month you got it. That didn't stop her bi-weekly visits, that then turned weekly, until she was suddenly walking home with you everyday, from and to school.

She likes to compare hands, shoes, and height just to see the difference in sizes. On walks back from school she'll give you a piggyback ride if you ask nicely. She also likes laying her head in your lap, if you run your fingers through her hair she'd be fast-asleep within 5 minutes.

You and her tend to share your oversized clothes together, You always wash her jackets/sweaters after you wear them, which she absolutely loves. She's fallen asleep curled up in your hoodie, inhaling the scent and listening to whatever song you rambled about the previous morning on repeat until she finally asks you to just make her a playlist. Hobie definitely knows about you, only because she slipped up by saying too much.

She enjoys staying over your house during rainy days. She tends to tense up whenever you're watching tv together on your bed and your head falls on her shoulder. During missions in other spider-verses gwen has taken little souvenirs from different worlds and given them to you, she always does it in a nonchalant way as if she wasn't grinning ear to ear on her way back, excited to see how you'd react.

You don't have sleepovers often but when you do they always seem more intimate than your usual hangouts. When you wake up and see gwen flustered on the other side of the bed you never understand why, not knowing that when you were fast asleep she woke up cuddled into you, nuzzling her body into yours.

"I-uhm. I-uh just had a weird dream. Nothing to worry about, heh.."

☆ . . . pavitr prabhakar

It's very obvious he has a crush on you, it might as well be written on his forehead. He follows you around like a lost puppy. He's constantly offering to carry your books, opening doors for you, paying for your snacks, and even giving you hand massages when you've been writing an essay for too long. He's just completely whipped for you and you're not even dating (yet).

You were a transfer student and he was assigned to show you around Mumbai. He found himself getting giddy at your cute reactions to the different sights he took you to. He adored how you were filled with so much curiosity and wonder, the awestruck look in your eyes when you saw the pretty lights at night and just how genuinely excited you seemed to stay and explore Mumbai. Since then, he's been glued to your side.

He's such a gentleman, you can tell he was raised right. Whenever you're talking his full attention is on you, nobody else matters in this moment but you. He'll even get a bit upset if someone cuts you off, ignoring whatever they're saying and urging you to continue. His legs feel wobbly around you, he gets dizzy at the sight of you, and he feels like he's floating whenever you smile at him.

There have been multiple occasions where you've caught him staring at you, depending on how he feels that day he'll either smirk and gently wave or quickly turn away with a blush on his face. He gushes about you to Hobie and Miles all of the time. They know so much about you and they've never even met you.

A true romantic. He buys you a singular flower one week out of the day, always explaining the meaning and where they originate from. (all of them are a variation of romance/love)

He tends to lean into you whenever you speak. More than one person has pointed out that you both tend to mirror each other's actions. He's feigning for your touch more than anything, a simple brush of your shoulders and he's full on putty in your hands.

He won't outright confront you when he figures out you like him, instead he'll invite you on a nightly walk. Taking you up to a rooftop with a gorgeous view, and gently resting his jacket on your shoulders. You'll sit for a while enjoying the scenery before he turns to you and says...

"a person so beautiful as yourself shouldn't wander this world alone.."

☆ . . . hobie brown

What a nightmare. He is constantly teasing and flirting with you. Always doubling over in laughter when he sees you get all flustered and the words you so badly wanna spew at him get stuck in your throat.

I imagine you both to be spider-people, you're a little more stuck-up than he is which is why he likes to tease you so much. Little by little your reactions fueled something deeper in him. He no-longer found himself flirting with you because he liked seeing how aggravated he could get you but because that was his way of approaching you and saying all of the things he wanted to while being able to play it off as a joke.

Besides teasing you relentlessly, he can be really caring and attentive to you when he wants to be. If you're in the medic he'll stop by pretty often to make sure you're okay. The only reason you found out is because you woke up to him fast asleep next to your bedside, feet propped on your bed and his vest laid across his torso like a blanket.

He'll eat the foods on your plate that you don't like. If you fall asleep he'll lay his vest onto your body and even move your position if it looks uncomfortable. If he senses danger before you he'll move you of the way as fast as he possibly can, but if he's not close enough he'll give you a heads up before anyone else. He tends to stare at you sometimes, always smiling gently to himself.

When you two get closer as friends he'll play any song on his guitar if you ask him nicely. He'll even give you lessons if you really want them. Carefully throwing his guitar over your torso, he brings his much larger hands to yours. You can feel his chest against your back, and the waves of his warm breath on your neck as he teaches you how to play. He'll also let you wear his jacket, saying it looks better on you than him. He might let you keep it, only in exchange for one of your jackets. (he sleeps with your jacket on, it makes him feel close to you.)

Hobie often checks up on you during missions, sometimes saying teasing phrases to get you riled up but mostly to make sure you're holding up okay. "you alright there, peaches? you took quite the hit."

Once he finds out you like him, he eases up on the teasing, but he doesn't refrain from dropping subtle hints of his knowingness that you like him. He's just waiting for you to finally say something.

"Yknow, if i ain't know any better i'd say you were doing this 'cause you like me."

☆ . . . miguel o' hara

You worked beside him in Alchemax, the two of you were assigned as partners. At first he didn't care much for you, simply telling you to stay out of his way and that he didn't need any help, but after Lyla practically forced him to be a cordial lab partner and work with you, he started to take a liking towards you. Sadly, it took months for him to tolerate you and even longer for him to like you.

Although he was quite stuck-up and practically seemed on edge most of the time, you were able to break through those confined walls and have a comfortable-playful work relationship with him. Every-time you made a joke or a light quip about his attitude he'd always respond with sarcasm, still not being able to hide the tiny smile that graced his face at your foolish acts.

He always runs his projects by you before submitting them. (and then lyla to triple check) He'll stop by and pick up empanadas from his favorite store, always boasting about how it's the best in Nueva York and you'll never taste anything better. Eventually he brings in a hefty share of empanadas that you two share over lunch time, your conversation flowing naturally without the teasing but with a fluffier feeling flowing through the air.

He pretends to be annoyed when he catches you over-working but he's genuinely worried for you. Always shaking his head in a disapproving way when he finds you fast asleep on your desk, papers scattered, and drool falling past your lips. Quietly scolding you in spanish before throwing his lab coat over your shoulders and organizing your papers neatly.

He tends to act unbothered when you do something that shows you care for him but in reality it makes his heart stutter and his stomach feel all loopy. He hates it because it makes him feel like a middle-schooler when they get their first crush but another part of him absolutely adores it and his main motivation to get up to go to work in the morning is you, although he'll never admit it.

If a co-worker is ever rude to you he will be the first to defend you, not hesitating to get in their face with a nasty scowl painting his features. On Friday's he made it his personal mission to walk you home, you two slowly walk side-by-side, quietly laughing to yourselves as you reminisce on lab accidents and old memories. There's a slight gleam in his eyes when you make it to your apartment door. He turns to you almost hesitantly, before stepping closer to you. He whispers a question, so quiet and soft you almost wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Can i kiss you?"

omg i hope you guys liked it! requests are still open btw and thank you for reading! <3

Cece has updated. I repeat, Cece has updated!!

A Second Chance PT 9

Summary: After the loss of his daughter Miguel wants nothing to do with kids that is until he impulsively offers his pregnant neighbor a job at the Spider-Society.

Tags for this chapter: Grumpy x Sunshine, Double life, Secret Identity, FLUFF, Vulgar language, Miguel x reader, Spiderman 2099 x reader, them being awkward, Reader going into labor......8.8k words

AND BEFORE Y'ALL SAY ANYTHING YES IK I TOOK FOREVER AND I'M SO SO SORRY!!! There's not really much to say other than I started working my school load got worse and when I finally got to writing and wanting to edit I was sick really bad for damn near a whole week. BUT I'M HERE NOW AND I'M PRESENT! I tried to let y'all know I'm alive by answering some anon asks, comments etc. Another thing Idk if it's because the tag list is too long but for the past 3 or 4 chapters as the tag list grew Tumblr was giving me a major problem uploading the chapters. And I know we only have one more chapter after this but unfortunately, I can't add any more of you guys. So if you want to get notified for the last chapter and future stories that I have you'll have to follow me and turn on notification. I'M SORRY LOVELIES.

Disclaimer there will be descriptions of a woman going into active labor. (Nothing too vivid) Although everyone's labor story is different and of course, people who have been pregnant will be able to explain and give a better description. I have not been pregnant before so I don't have a proper understanding of what really happens during that time. Just wanted to give you guys a heads-up and apologize if I got anything wrong. Mwah<333

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You stare at Miguel in horror as he slowly closes his eyes.

“M-Miguel..?” Your voice is so small you can barely even hear yourself. Immediately you place your fingers on his neck to check for his pulse. You meant it with every fiber in your being that you wouldn’t know what to do if you lost him. You want him there with you…you need him.

You let out a strangled cry when you managed to feel his pulse. You look at Lyla as you wipe your face. “L-Lyla where are they he's still alive but he needs to-”

“They're on their way, it has to be through a helicopter the roads well…you know” You nod your head before you gently begin to stroke his face with one hand as the other rests on your stomach.

You can hear the helicopter coming from a distance. So you place a kiss on his forehead before Ben helps you up as the paramedics emerge from the helicopter a few feet over. You watch as they slowly begin to load Miguel onto the stretcher that they have. Gathering the information that you need from the paramedics to locate him you wait until Peter gets help before allowing Ben to take you home.

As much as you protest against it he didn't allow it. Nor did Lyla. All you wanted to do was go straight to Miguel but that wasn't even an option. Their reasoning “Miguel would kill us if he found out we allowed you to walk home by yourself, especially after all this”

Once reaching home you try your hardest to calm yourself down for your sake and the baby's. You quickly grab your hospital bag just in case and fill it up with snacks you plan on staying by his side for as long as you can before you are forced to leave.

•°~°•

Finally making it to the hospital and given today's current events everything is a mess. Doctors are running everywhere, patients are overflowing the hallways, there's clearly no room for them. You gently cradle your stomach as you take in your surroundings there's blood…. everywhere. Some people are screaming out in agony while others try their best to apply pressure to their wounds.

You make a beeline for the front desk and ask for Miguel O’Hara. It takes a few minutes for the receptionist to find Miguel but when she finally does you have to try to keep your cool when she says you can't be allowed to see him. You blurt out that he's the father of your child and she looks at you up and down before giving you the directions to his room.

You decided to go by yourself because you knew the Spiders were busy. You know that they have bigger things to worry about and…it just doesn't seem fair. Plus you're positive that they'll get here eventually. He is their boss after all. You have to count even numbers in your head to keep yourself focused. This is the only way that's preventing you from crying. You just can't believe that it has come to this. Ben almost died, Miguel almost died and so many innocent people got caught in the crossfire. None of this would've happened if it wasn't for your ex.

None. Of. This.

You know he said that this isn't your fault but as you pass by taking note of the amount of injured people and the amount of people covered in dust from the fallen buildings you are slowly starting to think otherwise. You try to blink back your tears as you finally reach his room. Taking a deep breath you enter as you exhale. From the distance, you can see there are bandages wrapped around his left arm, his forehead, and even his abdomen. Slowly you pull up a chair next to his bed holding onto his hand before gently brushing his hair back. As you examine his features you take note of his busted bottom lip and the lack of color in his face.

You hate this…you hate this a lot. He's like this because of you all of this the pain, the suffering everything is because of you. You place a gentle kiss on his forehead before deciding to give your doctor a call. Granted you are sure that she's probably busy but you want to check in to make sure everything is alright with the baby.

•°~°•

Each day for the next 3 weeks you stayed in Miguel's room for 5 hours. You couldn't help it not being there with him not knowing if he's going to be okay not knowing if he's making progress. Not knowing if he's going wake up….

You hate every minute of this.

You hate that as each day goes by you're dealing with the horrible aftermath that your ex created. It's in the news, and the newspapers, multiple streets are still closed off because of all the debris that still litters the roads. It’s devastating how dreadful the city of Nueva York has become although not many people voice their opinions you can see it all around you. While you go to the grocery store and go to and from the hospital then the Spider Society. You can tell that people are visibly shaken up by the attack and each time you do you feel yourself slowly being ripped apart.

Pausing in your tracks you stop staring down at your stomach as you feel her moving around. She's been moving around way more than usual, it feels like but your doctor said that it's normal around this time.

You've been trying to keep yourself busy by helping out at Spider Society in any way that you can but they don't really allow you to do anything. You can tell that everyone feels sorry for you as you walked along the halls, saw their small smiles and felt the reassuring touches on your arm. Deep down inside you know that they know who Spinebreaker was to you. Maybe they are just too scared to say anything.

You are pulled out of your thoughts when you feel a breeze as a doctor passes by. Holding your stomach you gently begin to walk towards Miguel's room. You're 37 weeks pregnant and honestly, you're just ready to meet your baby girl. On top of all of that the stress and your constant worrying about Miguel, Peter and the rest of the Spiders, and just everything else. It's not making things any easier.

•°~°•

You sit in Miguel's room across from him crocheting socks for your baby. Is it selfish for you to hope that he wakes up before she gets here so you won't be alone? You're scared….really scared that you'll have to do this all on your own. Although it's still early your stomach has dropped. It's not completely low but it's lower than it was this morning. Since Jess just had her baby you've been asking her any questions that you could think of so you could be ready.

You let out a deep sigh as you stretch your neck. Deciding it's time to take a break you put the yarn down on your lap and sink further into the chair as you begin to rub your stomach. You're hungry again but the last thing you want to do is get up. Your stomach is grumbling or at least you think it is. You decide to hum a song that your mom used to sing to you when you were younger before closing your eyes.

You don't know how long your eyes were closed but when you open them you watch Miguel's fingers twitching. You think nothing of it because his fingers have been twitching before over the past 3 weeks. But the longer you stare you realize that it's tapping to the beat of the song. Beginning to sit up straight you quickly begin to hum the song a little louder. You gently sit on the bed, careful not to sit on him. You begin to stare at him before placing a gentle hand on his face as the other one rests on your stomach. The minute his eyes flicker open you can already feel your tears fighting to break through. Too scared to speak and too scared that you’ll end up scaring him in the process you sit there quietly stroking his face as he begins to rapidly look around the room.

“Y-You’re okay just in a hospital. Everything's okay now….he's gone. He can't hurt me or anyone anymore” You watch as he opens his mouth presumably to speak but nothing comes out.

“It's okay take your time”

You watch as he slowly manages to bring a hand to rest on the opposite side of your stomach.

“Are you guys okay?”

Quickly moving your hand that’s on your stomach to rest on his you rapidly nod your head.

“Y-yeah we’re okay….hungry but okay,” You say in between short laughs.

Watching as he slowly begins to move you give him some space as he sits up. You begin to stand so you can help him prop up pillows behind his back but he waves you off and moves over patting the bed so you can sit. Happily following orders you take a seat as you begin to wipe away stray tears.

“I’m sorry”

Immediately your eyes meet his and you look at him confusedly. “Please don’t apologize to me otherwise I’m going to be crying for the remainder of my pregnancy” And of course, he doesn’t listen.

“I’m sorry……for leaving you….both behind for so long I-” You cut him off with a shake of your head as your tears begin to fall all over again.

“We’re just glad to have you come back to us….it’s been hard without you” Miguel looks at you then his eyes dart down to your stomach before he slowly begins to take off the bandages on his abdomen as the sun peeks through the curtains. He takes a peek checking to see if there are any wounds and to your surprise his stomach is bare. As if nothing ever happened. You quietly watch him as he begins to assess his wounds. Not sure of what you should do you let him do his thing. But you feel like you should call a doctor or nurse in here.

He begins to roll his neck and stretch out his arms and legs as popping and cracking sounds fill the air. “How long?” You rest your hands under your stomach before you find the courage to answer him.

“Uh…it's been 3 weeks Miguel” A beat passes before he speaks again and with the look on his face you know that it isn't anything good. You open your mouth to speak just as he begins to rip out the IV from his arm. A loud sound from the machine fills the room Miguel pays it no mind as he begins to get off the bed.

Slowly you begin to get off the bed. “Miguel wait you can't just-”

He cuts you off.

“Let's go didn't you say you were hungry” You stare at him in bewilderment. “I-I mean yes but you can't just-” Before you finish your sentence nurses and doctors run into the room and immediately begin accessing Miguel and coaxing him back into his bed. You step out of the way so they can do their thing.

“I'm fine just get me my papers so I can be dismissed”

“No you were just in a coma for 3 weeks we need to check to make sure-” He cuts them off with a brush of his shoulders.

“I'm fine just let me go”

You watch as the doctors begin to fix the IV and the nurses begin to assess his wounds…that uh no longer exist.

“Sir you can't just leave—Oh your wounds are….”

“Yeah I know my wounds are healed, can I go now?”

You get surprised when one of the doctors turns to you. “Can you please convince him to stay?” Your eyes dart to Miguel and you guys stare at each other for a bit and before you can even say anything you watch as his shoulders sag and he lets out a sigh.

“Fine but make it quick”

•°~°•

For the next hour, Miguel's doctors and nurses check on his vitals, his heartbeat, and his blood pressure. They even called in the physical therapist so they could do a few exercises with him just to make sure everything was okay.

You both are currently walking to the parking lot in silence. You try to follow him as much as you can but he even slowed down for you and you still can't manage. Keeping your hands under your stomach as you watch him walk only a few feet in front of you a small smile emits on your face. You're just really happy that he's back and for the most part, he seems to be doing well.

You look down at your stomach before you decide to slowly rub it. You wonder to yourself how big could you possibly get.

“What are you over there smiling about?” When you look up you see that he has his hand out for you and that he stopped walking. You reach for it and he intertwines your fingers together before you both start slowly waking again.

“Nothing I'm just happy you're here I really missed you” He looks at you briefly and squeezes your hand.

“I missed you too” You walk in silence and by the time you reach your car, it takes you both 2 minutes to decide who's going to drive.

“Do you even remember how to drive?”

“I was in a coma, not 6 feet under” You roll your eyes as he gets into the driver's seat and the ride back home falls in comfortable silence. When you finally reach your place you stand there shifting your feet as you look up at him unsure of what to say. Prior to all of this, you both shared something, exchanged three words, and a kiss. You told him you loved him and he said it back…did that actually mean something or was that all in the spur of the moment. Deciding to do what you do best you start up a conversation in hopes of getting over this…uh awkward state.

Here goes nothing.

“Did you grow you look taller”

“You look healthy”

You pause realizing you both spoke at the same time. “If by healthy you mean big sure I gained weight in these past 3 weeks''

He sighs before he answers, rubbing the back of his neck with his right arm. “Well, it looks good on you” You give him a small smile before you begin to fiddle with the doorknob.

“If you say so…I'm just ready for her to be here. I'm ready to meet her, hold her, touch her. I can't wait Miguel” You place a hand on your lower back before rubbing your stomach.

“I…can't wait either” You lock eyes with him for a brief moment and as you smile at him you swear you catch him doing the same.

“Really?”

“Really”

Silence fills the hall and Miguel takes a step closer to you. He takes a deep breath before he takes his left hand to cradle your face.

“Listen, I meant everything that I said before-” His words were cut off by the flashing of his watch. Damn, you forgot you got another one from Lyla for him.

You tuck some of your curls behind your ears as you let out a nervous laugh.

“Duty calls I guess” He sighs before he swipes his thumb across your cheek before tucking his hand back into his pocket.

“I mean you don’t have to go…since you know you just got back and all maybe you should rest. You know and start back tomorrow” You begin to wipe your palms on your leggings as they begin to sweat.

He begins to slowly shake his head as he takes a step back.

“It's…been a while I should probably check and see if they turned the whole place upside down”

“Oh okay um yeah you should go and do that” You begin to unlock your door only opening it a little bit just enough so your feet can peek through. “You know they missed you right?” He scoffs at your words and rolls his eyes.

“Yeah right”

“I'm being serious we all missed you Miguel…so don't ever pull a stunt like that again”

“Yes, I'll try not to die from here on out” Rolling your eyes as you fully step inside you linger with your hand on the doorknob while resting your head on the door.

“Well I’ll be here you know if you ever need me or anything”

“Yeah…I know. I’ll let you know if anything” He gives you a nod before walking away. You wait till he disappears from your line of view before closing the door and the minute you do Lyla emerges from your watch.

“Really that's it?” You pause as you take off your shoes to look at her. “I don't know what you're talking about”

“You guys haven't seen each other in three weeks. You guys kissed and said you loved each other and that's the best you got?” You roll your eyes at her as you begin to make yourself a snack.

“Well what else was I supposed to do…you know how nervous he makes me. As a matter of fact, where were you that exact push of courage would've been great”

“I was trying to you know…give you guys space. But that clearly didn't work. Now go and call him back so you guys could talk” You immediately begin to shake your head no. “Lyla, you and I both know that man is halfway there and he won't come back just because-” She cuts you off.

“That's the thing though he would come back just because you asked” You sigh as you sink into your couch with your jar of pickles in hand. “Maybe another time….and I'm sure he really wants to get back to work you know him” Lyla gives you a shrug before disappearing back into the watch.

•°~°•

A few days have gone by and you haven’t really spoken to Miguel since you last saw him. It was to be expected though since he’s been gone for a while. He has checked in with you a few times but apart from that you haven’t seen him. Every time you have gotten on the phone it has been...uh kind of awkward and to say you hate it would be an understatement. But to have that conversation of “What are we” over a watch just doesn’t seem right to you. Maybe Lyla was right maybe you should've called him back so you could talk things out.

But on the brighter side of things you are now 38 weeks and 4 days and yes you have been keeping track of the days. You meant it when you said you can’t wait for her to get here. Her movements have gotten a little bit more frequent or more powerful you should say.

Today you've woken up feeling more tired than usual. You're not trying to freak yourself out but as you looked in the mirror your stomach has definitely dropped really low and that means you could potentially have the baby very soon. You haven't been feeling any contractions though so it probably isn't going to happen today but still, you're so nervous. You've been just doing routine checks on the nursery and your hospital bag making sure that everything is ready.

To say you are nervous would be an understatement are you really going to have to do this all alone? The only person whom you would think to call is Miguel….but would he even want to come? Especially learning that he had a daughter. Wouldn't this be weird for him? Plus you don’t even know where you guys stand since you haven’t really had that chance to talk. But you do know you feel the most comfortable with him and honestly you wouldn’t want anyone else. You meant it when you said that you love him….you just hoped that he meant it too.

•°~°•

A few days have passed and you finally made it to 39 weeks. All day you've been experiencing some pains that you were able to confirm with your doctor are contractions. It hasn't been in short intervals like you know it needs to be but you do know that the pains have a little kick to it.

Now in the middle of the night 5 am to be exact and you woke up to a pain in your stomach and lower pelvis.

You've barely been able to keep calm while making breakfast and by lunchtime, the pain is slowly starting to increase. You can’t believe you’re going to say this but you think the baby is coming today. Finally deciding to make the decision you decide it’s best to take a shower and just…get ready.

You are standing in front of the sink lotioning up, nervous out of your mind as you feel her moving around. The minute you feel a very prominent kick your movements come to a halt the second you hear it. Immediately turning your head to look at the shower in case you didn't fully close the faucet all the way. Feeling tears forming in your eyes you immediately glance down.

Your water broke.

You take a deep breath bracing your hands on the counter. You try not to let your emotions run too high but that's easier said than done. After you finish getting dressed you stare at your watch before deciding to give him a call. You wait patiently for him to pick up as you rub your stomach. It however keeps on ringing and heads straight to voicemail. Letting out a deep sigh you pause for a second deciding to check in with Lyla before calling him again.

“Hey, Lyla is he busy right now? Actually don’t answer that can you let him know that I'm trying to reach him” Lyla quickly nods her head before assessing your features. “Honeybun why do you sound like that” You begin to rub your stomach as you let out a nervous laugh. “I-I think I’m going into labor” Lyla takes in a sharp breath before she starts jumping up and down.

“Ahhh oh my gosh it's happening okay okay getting him right now”

You call him one more time in the hope that he answers but when it goes to voicemail again you decide to just leave him one. Dammit, maybe he’s really busy then. When it goes to voicemail again you decide to just leave him one.

“Hey so I am a little hesitant to do this but…my water broke and I'm having contractions..and you're the only person I thought to call-” You're cut off the second you feel another contraction sneaking up on you. “S-Sorry that was another contraction…if you want to come or tag along or whatever then you can I'm going to head to the ho-” You're cut off as the watch turns off. The time ran out…

You grab everything that you need and check once again to make sure everything's ready. You forgot to put the car seat in the car so you have to carry it along with your bag. Quickly grabbing the blanket that Miguel made for her you take a quick glance at your place before heading out. Next time you'll be here you won't be alone anymore.

•°~°•

Miguel is so engrossed in his work that he misses the first notification on his watch. He's currently having a staring contest with the line of canon events making sure that everything is where it needs to be. He’s been gone for so long that he just knows that he has a lot of catching up to do. It isn't until he feels the vibrations from his watch for the second time and Lyla pops up in front of him he knows that he the was to take his eyes away from the screens.

“If I were you I would answer the phone”

“Lyla I'm-” She cuts him off.

“Just answer the phone she's calling you dammit” Miguel immediately looks at his watch but as soon as he looks it cuts out. He begins to walk away from the screens tapping away till he gets to his voicemails. 

……..

If he's being honest he didn't even have to listen to the rest of the voicemail before he was out the door. The minute he heard the words “water broke” his webs were already out and he was swinging to the nearest building.

Dammit if he knew it was you he would've answered the phone right away. He would drop everything for you it doesn't matter the time or the place when it comes to you…he'll be there. He just hopes you haven't started driving yet. Although being in this kind of situation essentially brings back both the most painful yet most beautiful moments of his life but the mere fact that you called him must mean that you want him there...right?

•°~°•

Walking very slowly to your car you have the car seat in one hand and your hospital bag on your shoulder. You have to place down the car seat when you feel another contraction approaching. Resting your hands on your lower back you slightly stretch hoping to relieve some of that pain. 

You close your eyes tightly for a brief second and when you open them you have to wipe away a stray tear. Maybe you shouldn't try to drive yourself in this state. Before you can even go to pick it up you immediately take note of the person you see jumping from roof to roof. It doesn't take you that long to realize that it's Miguel.

A small smile emits on your face as you watch him quickly make his way to you. He takes his both hands to cradle your face and his mask immediately disengages. 

“Are you okay? Tell me how you are feeling, please. I came as fast as I can”

You lean into his hands, relishing in his touch and the warmth of his skin. “I'm okay I-I didn't know if you were going to come or not but I'm….glad you're here. She's coming Miguel and I'm so scared” You hold onto his wrist as he leans his forehead on yours.

“You're going to do so great you hear me. I'll be right there with you as long as you want me” You nod along to his words; you really don't think you could do this alone. 

“Yes please don't leave me, I need you with me. I don't wanna do this alone” When you feel him lean back you finally open your eyes. He helps you get into the car before placing the car seat and your hospital bag in the back. For the whole ride, you focus on your breathing resting your hands on your stomach. Miguel encouragingly rubs his right hand over your thigh. Though you can't help but notice his right leg bouncing up and down. Dammit, you really hope this isn't too triggering for him.

Miguel checks you in at the hospital and waits until you're inside the room to race back outside to properly park the car. A few nurses walk into the room giving you the hospital clothes to change into and once you’re done they begin to check on the baby’s heartbeat to see if you have begun to dilate etc. They are asking you if this is your first child, how long have you been experiencing contractions when it started, and so on. Truthfully you have a hard time keeping up. Everything is happening so fast that you don’t even know what to focus on. There’s a band around your stomach that allows the baby's heartbeat to echo throughout the room.

“Is it just you or are you expecting someone else to be in here with you?” You turn your head to the nurse and you slowly nod your head. “Yeah he’s just parking the car but he’ll be here” She gives you a warm smile before heading back to work.

•°~°•

Miguel practically runs out of the car the second he gets it in a proper parking place. He wasn't expecting you to have the baby so shortly after he woke from the coma. He's just glad we woke up before it happened. He wouldn't know what he would've possibly done if he managed to miss it…he would've never forgiven himself for leaving you to deliver your baby on your own.

When he reaches back inside right as he's about to go into the room he is stopped by one of the nurses.

“We can't just let anyone in there are you related to the patient in any way?” He tries not to roll his eyes at the nurse before he opens his mouth to respond.

“Well not exactly but-”

The nurse begins to wave her hand in dismissal. “Then you can't go in there you have to follow protocol”

“I checked her in, what are you talking about? Just let me in” He tries to step around her but she just follows him. She has about 5 seconds to move before he loses his cool; he doesn't have time for this.

“Sir if you would just-”

“The mother of my child is in there dammit let me through” His voice was stern and strained as he tried not to raise it. The nurse immediately closed her mouth, nodding her head before stepping aside so he could pass. He runs his fingers through his hair before walking into the room. 

When he sees you there on the bed with your eyes closed and your hands resting on your stomach he gets an immediate sense of deja vu. He’s been in this situation before and the first time he was here he wondered what in the world was he doing. He was quite literally taking another man's place and he wasn’t prepared for it not one bit. But those years and those memories that he spent with his daughter he wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Was it a risky thing to do? Yes.

Did he know at that point in time? No.

As he watches you he gets a sense of longing even though he’s been in this position before once again he’s taking another man's place….Is this a bad thing to think of right now? Maybe. But he can’t help but feel like an imposter again. One thing for certain is that he wants to be here and there’s nothing that can change his mind about that. 

He stands next to your bed and begins to gently stroke your hair it’s important that you remain calm. He knows how quickly things can change and he wants to make sure you and your baby make it out of this okay. When you finally look over at him you give him a weak smile and surprisingly he feels himself doing the same.

He takes his thumb to wipe away a stray tear before it has a chance to fall down your cheek. “How are you feeling right now?”

“I’m feeling okay. Contractions are contractions but….turns out I’m already 5 centimeters dilated so..”

“That's good you’re doing so great you hear me. Let me know if you need anything water, if you want to walk around let me know and we could do it” You nod eagerly at him before taking a deep breath. As time continues to pass by he remains by your side only leaving once to use the bathroom. To say he’s so proud of you would be an understatement he’s proud of you for being so calm he could only imagine the amount of pain you are going through.  

It’s around 1 am and he’s sitting on the couch eating the leftover food he got for you 5 hours ago and the food that you're also forcing him to eat. Since you hate that he’s not eating anything. The sound of the baby's heartbeat rings in his ear. Your contractions have gotten more frequent and a little more painful just based on the sounds that you’re making. He immediately looks up when the doctors come in. They begin to check on you and once your doctor whom he met all those weeks ago looks over at him and gives him a nod. He knows that is time.

•°~°•

“You're fully dilated Mama I could see her head I think it's time for you to push” You immediately begin to cry and you reach out a hand for Miguel right as he begins walking up to you.

You focus all of your energy on pushing. You block out everything only focusing on the warmth of Miguel’s hand in yours. The sweat on your forehead is causing your hair to stick to your forehead. You push and push until you rest your head back on the bed in defeat. You relish in the silence for a second before you quickly open your eyes and look at your doctor.

“D-Did I do it where is she?” You peek and they begin to wipe her down before they prepare for the skin-to-skin contact. She has a full set of hair and there's blood and fluids all over her. But still, you can’t hear her.

“Miguel what’s-”

And then you hear it.

The minute her skin touches yours she begins to cry. You feel a kiss on the side of your head and you go to kiss her head as well. And just like that, your daughter was brought into this world.

•°~°•

Hours have passed, you've been cleaned up and your daughter lays beside you swaddled up in a blanket in the little basket. Miguel has stepped out to get you something to eat..again. When Miguel finally comes back you notice that one of his hands is behind his back. You give him a tired smile and a confused look before speaking.

“Now what took you so long?” You watch as he puts down the food before handing you a bouquet of roses and mint chocolate ice cream.

“What’s all this?” He shrugs his shoulders and begins to take out the food for you. “I know you like flowers…and I just wanted to get you something” You take a sniff at the flowers before grabbing the food. For a minute you both stay in comfortable silence as you eat. But as you watch Miguel you notice that although his eyes are on his watch from time to time they dart over to your daughter. You can't imagine how this might feel for him. If you were unsure about where you guys stand then this should answer your question. He was in your delivery room watching you have a baby. He was with you from the moment you stepped foot in the hospital you had your baby at almost 3 am and he's been up with you. Not once did he doze off, not once did he complain about it. He was with you every step of the way. You really don't know what you would've done if he wasn't there and you'll be thanking him for the rest of your life.

You look over at him again and you catch him staring at your baby. When he realizes you caught him he quickly goes back to looking at his watch. Letting out a deep sigh you signal him over with the wave of your hand.

He stands on the left side of your bed immediately tucking some of your curls behind your ears. You say nothing as you look up at him with a smile.

“Do you want to hold her?” 

“No, I-” You cut him off.

“I saw you staring at her…it's okay you can if you want to” As you stared at him you could see the wheels turning in his head. Although you don't know too much about his past there's no doubt he's still hurting.

You place a gentle hand on his forearm giving him a squeeze of encouragement. “You won't hurt her go ahead Miguel” You watch as he takes a step forward but stops. You give him a nod and he slowly nods back before walking up slowly to her. 

“It's been so long since I—I don't wanna hurt her” His voice suddenly went so soft and gentle almost feeling like a small touch against your ears. You watch as he stops directly in front of the basket staring down at her. He goes to wipe his hands on his jeans before slowly reaching in. You practically hold your breath until he comes in contact with her. Ever so gently you watch as he slowly begins to cradle her. She looks so small in his hands honestly you think he could hold her with one hand if he could.

Miguel slowly begins to rock as he stares down at her. “She has your eyes” You let out a small laugh as you begin to fiddle with your fingers. You pause as you remember that you have your camera in your bag. Quickly you lean over to reach in your bag and you grab it taking the picture before he notices. When the flash goes off he looks at you shaking his head before turning his attention back onto her.

As you sit there and watch them you can’t help it as tears form in your eyes you rapidly blink them away before they can fall. He holds her longer than you expect he slowly continues to rock her as she stirs briefly. He holds her for a few more seconds before he goes to put her down. 

“Thank you for that”

You shake your head no. “You don’t have to thank me for anything”

•°~°•

Two days later you and Miguel are slowly making your way back into your apartment. Surprisingly when you left they worked on the elevator. Since you’ve been here the elevator has been broken all those months struggling to walk up the stairs and they finally….You watch silently as he begins to unlock your door with the car seat in the other hand and the hospital bag on his shoulder. He hasn’t let you carry anything. Truthfully you haven’t even lifted a finger apart from holding her. And honestly, you like the sight of him holding her and him just…uh being here? The sight of him catering to you once again makes you feel things…things that you shouldn’t feel at that. It makes you crave it, yearn for it even. Or maybe its just because it feels right? 

You like this picture of what your little family would look like. You, your daughter, and Miguel. Of course, you want her to have the perfect childhood whatever that may look like coming from just you and her but you wouldn't mind doing this with Miguel. You wouldn't mind him being a part of it.

Your mind shuts off the second he pushes open the door. He holds the door open for you and he puts the carseat down in the living room. As you stare at her you realize that she's awake right now. You begin to wash your hands and get ready to change your clothes and unload your hospital bag.

You walk over to the bag and begin to take things out. 

“Hey, do you mind watching her real quick as I—Actually it's fine you’ve done more than enough already. Asking you to stay feels like a crime I mean I want you to stay but if you don't want to I mean that's fine too I'm not going to force you to stay or anything-” You pause as you feel a hand on your shoulder. 

Miguel is towering over you as his right hand slowly grips onto yours pulling your hand slowly out of the bag. “Stop it. I'm not going anywhere but you need to sit and relax. You just had a baby….I was planning on staying the night anyways”

You turn to face him. “The night?” He nods. “Only if you want-” You cut him off.

“Yes,” He raises his eyebrows at your quick answer. “I want you to stay” He nods and then glances down at your hand that he's still holding. You swallow nervously as he takes a step closer leaning his head down till his breath fans over your ears. 

“Well if I'm going to stay you have to do as I say” Slowly you turn your head to face him and the minute you do you regret it. Your faces are now mere inches apart. “And what is that?” Your eyes dart down to his lips then back up to his eyes. He takes a deep breath closing his eyes before leaning back.

“Sit”

Before you even have the chance to respond you watch out the corner of your eyes a red web shooting out from his wrist and the sound of a chair scraping against the floor reaches your ear. He juts his head in the direction of the chair.

“But-”

“Sit” You slowly sit down and watch as he turns his attention to your hospital bag. You glance over at your daughter when you hear her stirring a smile emits on your face as you begin to take her out making sure she's wrapped up in Miguel's blanket before sitting back down with her. 

You watch as she begins to look over at Miguel. You know her vision isn't fully developed yet but you can't help but stare at the both of them. “And here is your mommy's best friend. When you get older I'll tell you about all of our adventures. And if he sticks around….then he could tell you too” You place a gentle kiss on her head and when you look up you catch Miguel staring. 

“What, did I say something?” He says nothing as he shakes his head.

•°~°•

It's now late at night you've washed up and your daughter is sleeping in her room. You've checked if the baby monitor works maybe 5 times you made sure there's nothing in her crib you made sure that she has a bottle ready if needy because you know how much newborns can wake up in the middle of the night. You've pumped your milk already and done all of the things that you need to do on her first night home.

To say that you're nervous would be an understatement. You are pulled out of your thoughts when you hear the doorbell ring. Miguel went across to his place so he can take a shower as well. As you open the door you look in confusion as he has a sheet and a pillow in his hand. 

“Don't tell me you plan on sleeping on the floor?” You step aside to let him in and he places his things on the couch.

“I'm sleeping on the couch” You close the door before turning to look at him in confusion.

“You could barely even fit, do you not remember when I used to patch you up on there? You had to sit with your legs stuck together so we could both fit on there. Just sleep on the bed with me” He stares at you as he folds his hands across his chest. Silence fills the air as you both stare at each other. Dammit did you overstep? You weren't trying to, you just know that he would be more comfortable on the bed than the couch. And you would be more comfortable….

Not that you want him to sleep with you or anything, just that you guys still haven't talked and it would be easier if y'all did that in the same room.

…….

Who are you trying to convince? Deep down inside you know you want Miguel next to you. But the question is does he want that too?

“Fine. Do you want to create a barrier or anything or-”

Your answer is immediate. “That won't be necessary” He looks you up and down before giving you a curt nod. Yup, this totally won't be awkward at all. You both walk towards your room but you stop at your daughters room peaking your head in making sure she's okay. You decide to leave the door all the way open instead of partially. You hesitantly walk inside her room just checking on the baby monitor just in case….

You walk out and you both step inside your room. Quickly you get into your bed trying to ignore the fact that Miguel will be spending the night….in your room…and in your bed. You immediately pull the covers all the way up under your chin. 

He climbs in next to you but he doesn't get under the covers and he doesn't turn in your direction he lies down facing the ceiling with his feet crossed and his hands interlocked across his abdomen. Yep, this is totally not going to be awkward…….You decide to close your eyes and try to let sleep take you but that's easier said than done when you have this man next to you. 

Some time has passed but unfortunately, sleep does not take you. At least the moonlight is shining through your window so you don’t have to be in complete darkness. Letting out a deep sigh you take a peek opening your eyes only to catch Miguel looking away.

“You were watching me sleep?”

“I was not”

“You were”

Miguel lets out a sigh of his own before speaking. “I was not. I simply heard you sighing and I looked over to see what was wrong” You narrow your eyes at him not quite sure if you believe him. “Well, you looking away immediately like you were caught doing something isn’t helping your case. You nervous or something big guy?” 

“Says the one who’s hiding under the covers”

You begin to prop yourself up on your elbow, your curls falling over your shoulders in the process. “Hey…you already know how you make me feel”

He then turns on his side to face you. “And what is that?” You swallow nervously as you become face-to-face with him. “Well, you make me nervous…but like in a good way you always have even before I knew about you know your secret identity”

He stares at you for a second before asking another question. “And that’s it..is that all how I make you feel?” You are taken aback by his sudden change of tone. It’s lower kind of sultry but it’s laced with uncertainty as if he were hesitant to even ask you. Is he asking you what you think he is…

You immediately begin to feel your nervousness increase so much to the point where you have to break eye contact with him.

You're playing with the ends of the sheet for a few seconds before you feel a hand cupping your chin and lifting your face till you're looking at him again.

“Look at me”

As you stare at him you realize that this may be the night when all of your doubts and concerns about you and Miguel’s relationship can either be washed away or confirmed. This is so intimate here you both are lying on your bed about to talk about your feelings for each other. Yes, you were waiting for this moment since he last left your apartment but were you really ready for it? No.

•°~°•

Miguel's eyes dart between yours as he tries to figure out what to say next. He wasn’t planning on doing this tonight at all. Truthfully he doesn’t know what came over him but honestly, it was getting to a point where he couldn’t hold back anymore he needed to know—he still needs to know. He has to know before he gets too attached and he doesn’t mean to you he means to your baby girl. He’s already long gone when it comes to you. That's one thing for sure but now you've brought your beautiful daughter into the world there’s only a matter of time before he doesn’t want to let go. There’s only a matter of time before he can’t. It’s been torture speaking to you and not knowing how you feel about him. Yes, you both said “I love you” but it could've just been in the spur of the moment. He meant it but did you?

Well, there’s only one way to find out.

He lowers his hand from your chin only to slide it across your face, the ends of his fingers resting in your hair.

“I love you and I've loved you for a long time. I loved you way before I even knew that I did and way before I was ready to admit it…and I want to be with” He pauses searching your eyes for any sign of what might be confusion or maybe even resistance. Miguel honestly wouldn't know how he would place distance between the two of you. He's gotten a small glimpse of what his life would be like with you, him and your daughter. When he finally held your baby girl in his arms it all became oh so real. 

He wants this life he really does but he wants it with you. All those times when he traveled damn near across the city to find the correct supermarket you were at. When he made sure you weren't going to the supermarket alone. Or in the beginning when he took it upon himself to watch over you every night you worked at the bar. Both during the days that you knew he was there and then the days that you didn't. Not to mention when you both pretended to be together at your yoga class. All these things made him realize just how much he wants to be the man in your life, your significant other, and the father to your child. 

Dammit finally closing off his thoughts he realized just how loud the silence is and how painful it's starting to become. Fuck he just ruined-

“And I love you too Miguel I've been waiting for you to say something and—and I even tried to say something but I never found the right time to do so. I’m so-”

He cuts you off because he knows exactly what you're going to say. “If anyone should be sorry it’s me I wanted to say something I tried to but I could’ve tried harder I could’ve stayed but I didn’t I left” He begins to run his thumb across your cheek deciding to take this opportunity he uses his hand to drag your face closer to his. “And do you want to be with me?” Miguel has to try and mask his nervousness before he ends up looking like a complete idiot.

“I do want to be with you…but you know it’s me and my daughter now so she’ll be a big part of my life and I know I’m probably reaching but she will remember you I know she will so if things ever go sour between us you can choose to walk out of my life but not out of hers…Okay?”

He nods his head immediately if he were you he would have a list of rules for him to follow when it comes to your daughter. But trust he meant it when he said he doesn’t think he could ever leave you alone. Not talking to you, not being near you, or even not checking in to see how things are going feels like a crime. It would be torture for sure.

“I swear I’ll do right by you both you have my word and we could go at whatever pace works for you I’m in no rush”  

“Yeah that would be great…since you know” He watches you slowly before leaning forward to rest a kiss on your forehead. He stares as the moonlight dances on your features. Your faces are now mere inches apart. Now isn’t the time for this….He doesn't even have time to react when he sees you leaning forward. He sits there stunned when you place a kiss on the bridge of his nose. 

He stares at you in amusement as you pull the sheets back under your chin.

“Do you think she'll be okay?”

“Okay with what sleeping?”

You nod your head. “Is she going to be okay all alone in her room? I mean I know the baby monitor is on but still what if she's crying while I'm asleep and I don't hear her?” You're worried he realizes and honestly, he sees himself in you especially when his daughter was born. He felt like a fish out of water when his daughter was a newborn. 

“Trust me you'll wake up but if it makes you feel better if she wakes up we can bring her crib in here”

“I would like that”

“Now get some rest it's late I'll wake you up if anything” He watches as you nod your head before moving closer to him. Miguel doesn't hesitate to wrap an arm around you pulling you in more to the point where you're practically hugging his chest.

“I'm really glad that you're here with me and her. I don't know what I'd do without you” He rests his chin on top of yours as he begins to play with your curls. 

“And I don't know what I'd do without you”

•°~°•

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I have a request

For any fanfic writer I was thinking that Miguel Ohara was REALLY POSITIVE AND HE WENT CRAZY AND HE WAS LOCKED IN A PANIC ROOM OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND HE WANT TO GET OUT TO HAVE SEX WITH US AND CUDDLE ON THE COLD FLOOR BTW TAG ME IF U MADE A FANFIC LIKE THAT OR FOUND ONE LIKE THAT 😍😍😍

LET ME KNOW IF U WANT ME TO MAKE IT INTO A STORY IF I DONT POST IM BUSSY WITH FAMILY OR MY JOB

can i request for a miguel with an s/o who's having major baby fever for a daughter? you can make it smutty or fluffy!!

cw: breeding kink, light light choking, size kink

an: im sorry i literally went INSANE over this bc i know my man has a big big breeding kink!!! i made it realllly smut-heavy, hope thats ok with you! <3

wc: 1.2k

“Daddy! Mommy!” Gabriella exclaimed, her face lighting with pure joy. She quickly sprints to Miguel, backpack swinging wildly. Without a moment’s hesitation, Miguel drops to his knee next to you and eagerly awaits his daughter’s embrace.

With arms outstretched, Miguel effortlessly catches Gabriella in mid-air and holds her tightly against his chest. A warm smile spreads across your face at the heartwarming scene, your husband’s large hands enfolded around your daughter.

As Gabriella buries her face into Miguel’s strong shoulder and he grins. “missed you, mija. How was your day at school?”

Gabriella pulls away and turns to hold your hand before shyly, begins to rattle on about her day; all the new friends she made, her soccer games at recess, and a particularly impressive drawing she made with water color. “Thats amazing, honey,” you exclaim, and Miguel nods in agreement.

As you walk back to the car, you feel a strong surge of love in your chest as you watch the way Miguel interacts with Gabi so affectionately. The way he listens attentively to every word she says, and how she runs into his arms with a goofy grin spread on her lips. It was attractive to say the least, and it got you thinking…

══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══

“Miggy, I want another one.”

Miguel raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and curiosity dancing across his face. He sets down his book to turn his attention to you fully. It was late at night, and the two of you were cuddling together on the couch after Gabriella was put to sleep.

“another baby, huh?”

“yeah, a cute baby girl. Just.. the way you handle Gabi is so…” Your voice trails off, unable to find the right words. he wraps his strong arm around you, smiling with playful satisfaction at your response and you, blushing shyly, bury your face into his chest.

“Please, Miggy,”

You whisper, and suddenly you feel his rough touch under your chin, gently tilting your head up to meet your eyes with his hazel ones, dim with a new desire.

“of course, nena. you want me to give you another baby girl? huh?”

you nod softly, shivering when you feel his other hand snake up your thigh, stopping on your inner thigh and gently messaging the flesh with his thumb.

“let me help you then,” he murmurs softly, drawing close to you, his lips meeting yours in a tender touch. With a gentle glide, his calloused hand caresses your chin, cradling your cheek, as he pulls you closer. As your lips meet his, you reciprocate without any hesitation, indulging in an affectionate, delicate kiss.

this tenderness didn’t last long though, the gentleness quickly transforming feverish and greedy, moans vibrating from both your chests and your bodies suddenly burning. When you both pull away, you feel his fingers slip under the straps of your tanktop and slide them off your shoulders. “Get this off,” he demands breathlessly, and you comply , stripping for him hastily.

you breathe, splayed out in front of your lover, face flushed as miguel sits up in between your legs with his intense gaze burning your skin as they trace your figure.

“you’re beautiful,” he breathes, and you whimper at his words, clit throbbing at the thought of being bred full and bearing another daughter to the man you love.

Miguel is quick to follow suit, pulling his tight shirt over his head to reveal the tan skin and solid muscle underneath. You bite your lip, eyes lidded as you watch him finish stripping. Miguel hastily takes off his sweatpants and boxers and lets his hard, leaking cock spring free from its confines.

He presses his hand against the plush of your inner thigh and spreads your legs, using his other hand to pump his cock with languid strokes.

You mewl feeling him drag the tip of his fat cock in between your folds, mushing it and teasing it against your clit sending pleasure coursing througch your body and making you throw your head back with a whimper.

he leans down and kisses you slowly, biting down on your lip gently. “feels good?” he asks breathlessly, and you nod, moaning at the feeling of his angry red tip against your swollen clit.

feverishly, he runs his length over your slick folds, grunting as you rocked your hips to meet his touch. After a few intense minutes, with desperate teasing and soft moans slipping from your glossy lips, you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your orgasm building rapidly. suddenly, he pulls away, making you to whimper at the sudden loss of friction. But before you can protest, he silences you with a brief kiss.

“‘M gonna put it in, okay?” he murmurs hotly, lining up the tip of his cock against your hole before gently pressing the aching tip inside.

Your mouth hangs into an ‘o’ shape, eyes pinched shut as he slowly sinks his cock into your core. You squirm and whimper as you tread the line between pain and pleasure, walls fluttering as his hips press against the back of your thighs. the feeling of being filled fully by miguel sends you into a daze everytime, and he’s so deep inside you can almost feel him in your throat

“g-god, you’re so big,” you whimper, face flushed as your body adjusts to his huge size. Miguel sucks in air between his gritted teeth sharply as your tight walls clamp down on him, engulfing him in your warmth and sucking him in. While he gives you a second to adjust, he slides his hands under the backs of your thighs and pushes your knees to your chest for a less extreme breeding press.

“gonna fuck my cum into you hermosa and knock you up with another baby,” He growls breathlessly, “You’d like that, yeah?” You eagerly nod your head in agreement, tummy flipping with butterflies at his dirty talk before he teasingly pulls out his length almost completely, only to thrust it entirely back in with a force that makes an unintentional moan escape you lips, and your eyes roll back.

His thrusts eventually build a strong rhythm, his hips slamming into you so heavy and mean, hitting the spots inside you that made you see stars. The only sound echoing in the small room was your loud moans mixed with his breathy grunts, along with the loud squelching sound of your slick as his cock drags in and out of your sloppy cunt. “god baby, you’re fucking me so, so good,” you moan, voice shaky, and he slides his hand up your body to rest a hand around your throat. “Yeah? you like it when im rough with you?” he chuckles dryly.

You suck in a sharp breath as he releases your throat and pulls your knees even closer to your chest in a full mating press, letting them rest over his shoulders as if he’s trying to get his cock inside you impossibly deeper. you cry out and desperately claw at the couch, feeling helpless as the new position sends electrifying shocks coursing through your body. pleasure cascades over you and overwhelms your senses, causing your legs to tremble uncontrollably.

Miguel loved seeing you like this, mind gone and pussy stretching to take cock that was too big for you to handle. God, you looked irresistible, fucked dumb under his touch.

“‘M gonna cum Mig, please, please, cum inside me, please!” you beg, tears beginning to well in your eyes. miguel notices and groans at the sight, his thrusts beginning to quicken even more. “shh, baby, you don’t wanna wake up Gabi, do you?” he coos breathlessly, causing a flutter in your chest, and you suppress a gasp. Moving closer, he gently places his forehead against yours, igniting an intense warmth that engulfs both of you. “dont worry nena, I’m gonna fuck my cum right into your pretty little pussy and give you that daughter you wanted m’kay? don’t cry,” he whispers, and it only takes a few more hard thrusts before the coil in your stomach finally snaps.

your eyes squeeze shut and you let out open-mouthed silent moans, your voice lost to the amount of pleasure you’re in as you gush around him. Miguel follows suit soon after, his heavy groans and growls filling the room as he presses his pelvis against your ass and breeds your cunt full of his hot, sticky cum.

Miguel doesn’t bother to pull out yet, the room falling into an abrupt silence, with only the sound of heavy, labored breathing breaking the stillness.

“Hope you’re ready, because I’m not done with you yet.”

ATSV HEADCANON: they have a crush on you . . . ☆

warnings - none really, super fluffy and adorable :), semi-proof read so i apologize for grammatical errors if there are any! no use of name or y/n, gender-neutral reader!

word count - 2.1k

main masterlist <3

☆ . . . miles morales

I imagine you two already being well-acquainted friends with each other once he realized his feelings for you. For quite some time he had a crush on gwen but now his heart strings are pulling him towards you, so he's struggling when it comes to addressing his feelings.

If you're in the same room as Miles, he will stare. Any conversation that he was having before is long forgotten and all that's on his mind is you.

Miles doesn't need to study, he's one of the top students in school. But he continues to go on study dates with you because he likes being in your presence and sharing his headphones with you while eating yummy pastries.

He has an entire journal dedicated to you. Said journal includes: small journal entries of his day with you, little quotes of the funny/cute things you've said that stuck with him throughout the day, candid drawings of you that he created whenever you two hung out, cute sketches of you and him stargazing or slow-dancing together (and other secret drawings of him saving you as spider-man and cradling your body in his big strong arms but we won't get into that...)

Miles really can't get enough of you. He laughs extra loud at your jokes even if they aren't funny, his heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, he'll offer you his jacket even if you don't need it, he always smiles when something reminds him of you, he'll share his headphones with you and shyly ask if you and him can make a "study playlist" (he listens to it at night while drawing you), and overall is just madly in love with you.

He wants to be with you more than anything, he's just struggling to find the right time to ask you. <3

"Hey, don't touch that! It's- No! It's not a diary, it's just...secret."

☆ . . . gwen stacy

She's pretty awkward herself. You were assigned to be partners for a project that would play a big part in your final grade, she came off slightly cold and seemed to be annoyed at your presence which made your relationship start off rocky. In reality she was just stressed, juggling her spider duties, getting kicked out of her house, and then school on top of that, it was just a lot. But when you made the effort to plan things and work around her busy schedule (that you didn't really know anything about) she started to become grateful for you.

Your parents welcomed her kindly each time she came over to study and whenever she would leave she was happy with a full belly and a sore face from smiling and laughing with you all night. The project was supposed to be done by the end of the semester but you and gwen were able to finish it the first month you got it. That didn't stop her bi-weekly visits, that then turned weekly, until she was suddenly walking home with you everyday, from and to school.

She likes to compare hands, shoes, and height just to see the difference in sizes. On walks back from school she'll give you a piggyback ride if you ask nicely. She also likes laying her head in your lap, if you run your fingers through her hair she'd be fast-asleep within 5 minutes.

You and her tend to share your oversized clothes together, You always wash her jackets/sweaters after you wear them, which she absolutely loves. She's fallen asleep curled up in your hoodie, inhaling the scent and listening to whatever song you rambled about the previous morning on repeat until she finally asks you to just make her a playlist. Hobie definitely knows about you, only because she slipped up by saying too much.

She enjoys staying over your house during rainy days. She tends to tense up whenever you're watching tv together on your bed and your head falls on her shoulder. During missions in other spider-verses gwen has taken little souvenirs from different worlds and given them to you, she always does it in a nonchalant way as if she wasn't grinning ear to ear on her way back, excited to see how you'd react.

You don't have sleepovers often but when you do they always seem more intimate than your usual hangouts. When you wake up and see gwen flustered on the other side of the bed you never understand why, not knowing that when you were fast asleep she woke up cuddled into you, nuzzling her body into yours.

"I-uhm. I-uh just had a weird dream. Nothing to worry about, heh.."

☆ . . . pavitr prabhakar

It's very obvious he has a crush on you, it might as well be written on his forehead. He follows you around like a lost puppy. He's constantly offering to carry your books, opening doors for you, paying for your snacks, and even giving you hand massages when you've been writing an essay for too long. He's just completely whipped for you and you're not even dating (yet).

You were a transfer student and he was assigned to show you around Mumbai. He found himself getting giddy at your cute reactions to the different sights he took you to. He adored how you were filled with so much curiosity and wonder, the awestruck look in your eyes when you saw the pretty lights at night and just how genuinely excited you seemed to stay and explore Mumbai. Since then, he's been glued to your side.

He's such a gentleman, you can tell he was raised right. Whenever you're talking his full attention is on you, nobody else matters in this moment but you. He'll even get a bit upset if someone cuts you off, ignoring whatever they're saying and urging you to continue. His legs feel wobbly around you, he gets dizzy at the sight of you, and he feels like he's floating whenever you smile at him.

There have been multiple occasions where you've caught him staring at you, depending on how he feels that day he'll either smirk and gently wave or quickly turn away with a blush on his face. He gushes about you to Hobie and Miles all of the time. They know so much about you and they've never even met you.

A true romantic. He buys you a singular flower one week out of the day, always explaining the meaning and where they originate from. (all of them are a variation of romance/love)

He tends to lean into you whenever you speak. More than one person has pointed out that you both tend to mirror each other's actions. He's feigning for your touch more than anything, a simple brush of your shoulders and he's full on putty in your hands.

He won't outright confront you when he figures out you like him, instead he'll invite you on a nightly walk. Taking you up to a rooftop with a gorgeous view, and gently resting his jacket on your shoulders. You'll sit for a while enjoying the scenery before he turns to you and says...

"a person as beautiful as yourself shouldn't wander this world alone.."

☆ . . . hobie brown

What a nightmare. He is constantly teasing and flirting with you. Always doubling over in laughter when he sees you get all flustered and the words you so badly wanna spew at him get stuck in your throat.

I imagine you both to be spider-people, you're a little more stuck-up than he is which is why he likes to tease you so much. Little by little your reactions fueled something deeper in him. He no-longer found himself flirting with you because he liked seeing how aggravated he could get you but because that was his way of approaching you and saying all of the things he wanted to while being able to play it off as a joke.

Besides teasing you relentlessly, he can be really caring and attentive to you when he wants to be. If you're in the medic he'll stop by pretty often to make sure you're okay. The only reason you found out is because you woke up to him fast asleep next to your bedside, feet propped on your bed and his vest laid across his torso like a blanket.

He'll eat the foods on your plate that you don't like. If you fall asleep he'll lay his vest onto your body and even move your position if it looks uncomfortable. If he senses danger before you he'll move you of the way as fast as he possibly can, but if he's not close enough he'll give you a heads up before anyone else. He tends to stare at you sometimes, always smiling gently to himself.

When you two get closer as friends he'll play any song on his guitar if you ask him nicely. He'll even give you lessons if you really want them. Carefully throwing his guitar over your torso, he brings his much larger hands to yours. You can feel his chest against your back, and the waves of his warm breath on your neck as he teaches you how to play. He'll also let you wear his jacket, saying it looks better on you than him. He might let you keep it, only in exchange for one of your jackets. (he sleeps with your jacket on, it makes him feel close to you.)

Hobie often checks up on you during missions, sometimes saying teasing phrases to get you riled up but mostly to make sure you're holding up okay. "you alright there, peaches? you took quite the hit."

Once he finds out you like him, he eases up on the teasing, but he doesn't refrain from dropping subtle hints of his knowingness that you like him. He's just waiting for you to finally say something.

"Yknow, if i ain't know any better i'd say you were doing this 'cause you like me."

☆ . . . miguel o' hara

You worked beside him in Alchemax, the two of you were assigned as partners. At first he didn't care much for you, simply telling you to stay out of his way and that he didn't need any help, but after Lyla practically forced him to be a cordial lab partner and work with you, he started to take a liking towards you. Sadly, it took months for him to tolerate you and even longer for him to like you.

Although he was quite stuck-up and practically seemed on edge most of the time, you were able to break through those confined walls and have a comfortable-playful work relationship with him. Every-time you made a joke or a light quip about his attitude he'd always respond with sarcasm, still not being able to hide the tiny smile that graced his face at your foolish acts.

He always runs his projects by you before submitting them. (and then lyla to triple check) He'll stop by and pick up empanadas from his favorite store, always boasting about how it's the best in Nueva York and you'll never taste anything better. Eventually he brings in a hefty share of empanadas that you two share over lunch time, your conversation flowing naturally without the teasing but with a fluffier feeling flowing through the air.

He pretends to be annoyed when he catches you over-working but he's genuinely worried for you. Always shaking his head in a disapproving way when he finds you fast asleep on your desk, papers scattered, and drool falling past your lips. Quietly scolding you in spanish before throwing his lab coat over your shoulders and organizing your papers neatly.

He tends to act unbothered when you do something that shows you care for him but in reality it makes his heart stutter and his stomach feel all loopy. He hates it because it makes him feel like a middle-schooler when they get their first crush but another part of him absolutely adores it and his main motivation to get up to go to work in the morning is you, although he'll never admit it.

If a co-worker is ever rude to you he will be the first to defend you, not hesitating to get in their face with a nasty scowl painting his features. On Friday's he made it his personal mission to walk you home, you two slowly walk side-by-side, quietly laughing to yourselves as you reminisce on lab accidents and old memories. There's a slight gleam in his eyes when you make it to your apartment door. He turns to you almost hesitantly, before stepping closer to you. He whispers a question, so quiet and soft you almost wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Can I kiss you?"

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I read this miguel o'hara x reader thing where he was with the wife from when he took the place of one of his alternate selves and I can't fucking find it again so can somebody please find it for me??

Web of Shadow and Light (Part III)

Sequel to Webs of Fate

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

words: 5.2 K

warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine

Part I Part II Part III

The Spider-HQ echo with an unsettling symphony - a child's piercing cries and the hushed whispers of concern from some of the multiverse's bravest Spider heroes. They stand clustered around the smallest yet most powerful disturbance they've ever encountered - a baby boy. His wails have been echoing through the HQ since Miguel left the room, leaving the baby and dozens of Spider-man behind. Each cry is a call for help that pulls at their hearts, demanding attention, challenging their patience.

After much deliberation and coaxing from the rest, Miguel gave his team an ultimatum - they have until dawn to find an alternative solution, before Gabriel has to be eliminated, before the universe collapses on itself. His voice was a cold whisper when he spoke, "Figure out another way by tomorrow morning, or..." Nobody dares to complete the sentence, not even Miguel, the unsaid words hanging heavily in the air. And with that Miguel was gone, and the baby immediately started wailing and hasn’t stopped since.

Now Gwen, with her brows knitted in worry, rocks the baby with desperate gentleness. Her blue eyes are bright with unshed tears, a look of sheer helplessness painting her usually confident face. Beside her Peter B. is attempting to cheer Gabriel up but his efforts as pointless as they are endearing. The usually funny and charming Peter B seems to be losing a battle of wits with a one-year-old. It would've been humorous, had the situation been any different.

The sight of the little baby boy weeping his heart out, oblivious to the chaos his presence is causing tugs at their hearts, binding them in a collective resolution - they must protect this child. The shadows and the light, entwined in this web they’ve all been thrown into. And the clock is ticking.

Hobie scoops up the little boy, cradling him close in an attempt to soothe his relentless tears. "See, the cow says muhhhhh," he coos. His tiny cries falter, curiosity momentarily replacing distress. He gazes at Hobie with wide eyes, intrigued by the cool looking man. "And the butterfly," Hobie pauses dramatically, "well, the butterfly don’t say nothin’." He continues his little game, while rocking the baby gently in his arms. "And the pig says-"

 Miles chimes in with an eager grin, "Oink, Oink."

"Nah, bruv," Hobie laughs. “The pig says, ‘You have the right to remain silent!’”

Gabriel’s face scrunches up, and the waterworks start again. Hobie chuckles, "Fair enough, little fella. Cops make me wanna cry too."

Meanwhile Jessica Drew, clad in her black and white Spider-Woman outfit, her dark locks cascading around her shoulders, is leaning against the doorframe, half entering the room, her eyebrows raised. "Well? I assume he didn’t stop crying?“

Beside her Peter B.  with his shaggy brown hair and five o’ clock beard just shakes his head. 

“This is nuts. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING is working.“ Gwen states.

In the background, the cries of baby Gabriel cotinue, little fists flailing as he continued his tantrum. Jessica, arching an eyebrow, comments, “He’s still going at it?”

Hobie Brown, just gives her a quick nod. “Oh yeah, the kid has got a set of lungs.”

Suddenly, Pavitr Prabhakar, yelps as a makeshift toy, made out of wood and spiderwebs, hit him square in the forehead. "Ow! And one hell of arm throw."

Methodically, Jessica starts running through a mental checklist. “Diaper?”

Peter B. Parker nods. “Clean.”

“Food?” Jessica glances at Miles who holds a baby food jar and a bent spoon.

Miles, in his black and red suit, shrugs. “Kept smacking the spoon out my hand.”

“Nap?” Jessica's questions further.

The entire room answer in unison, clearly frustrated “Literally the first thing we tried.”

Pavitr smirkes at them. “Jinx.” But his joke is short-lived as Gabriels screams become even louder.

Gwen, then takes charge, “Ok, we have to do something,” her eyes flicking around the room with determination. She points to Jess, “You have to talk to Miguel. You’ve been around him the longest, maybe you can get through to him.”

Jess looks hesitant but nods.

“And Peter,” Gwen turns to Peter B who’s still juggling items in his hands, to entertain the baby and stop his crying. “Get Mayday’s toys. Maybe the baby’s just bored.”

Peter gives a thumbs up. “You got it, boss.”

“And Pav, Hobie,” Gwen instructs, her voice steady. “You need to rally the other Spider-people. We need everyone on board to protect this little guy.”

“Margo, you’re with me, girl. We are  paying our old friend Lyla a little  surprise visit. Something’s a little fishy with her.” Margo nods eagerly. 

As everyone scatters into action, Miles stands there, looking slightly lost and raising his hands. "Hey, guys, you forgot about me! What am I supposed to do? How can I help?" he calls out to the rapidly moving group.

Pav whirls around and points at Miles, "You, take care of the little guy, newbie," he says, as Hobie thrusts the still crying baby into Miles' arms.

"Great," Miles grumbles, balancing Gabriel on his hip and looking down at the squirming bundle of tears.

 He starts to bounce up and down gently, trying to imitate what he's seen in movies. The baby continues to cry, unfazed by Miles' efforts.

“Alright buddy, let’s figure this out together. I can swing through New York, so how hard can babysitting be?” Miles whispers to the baby.

Hours drag on and Gabriel's relentless cries continue to echo through the HQ. Despite his earnest attempts, Miles, armed with only his spider powers and limited babysitting experience, is unsuccessful in calming the baby. He’s tried everything he can think of – makinf funny faces, telling funny stories in a soothing tone, gently swinging him back and forth with his web-slinging skills, and even humming a little tune (it was Humble by Kendrick Lamar, but the thought counts, right?). At one point, he even tried to entertain the baby by creating animals out of webbing, but that didn’t work either. The baby is relentless, and his cries only seem to get louder. 

In the meantime in Miguel’s office, the echoing cries penetrate through the walls. Migel is sitting behind his desk looking at some documents, while Jess stands in front of him.

“Please, Miguel, it’s a baby boy. How did you imagine doing this, huh?” Jess exclaims, her voice rising. “Did you plan to build some sort of machine to just vaporize him? Or did you think of strangling him with your own bare hands? I know you’re not a monster.” But Miguel's face remains stoic, his eyes never leaving the papers on his desk.

“And look,” Jess continues, pointing vaguely in the direction of where the baby’s cries are coming from, “this baby is already older, and nothing has collapsed yet. The universe is still here.”

“I can’t risk any more lives, Jess,”Miguel responds coldly, finally looking up at her.

“But what if there is another way? We haven’t even tried everything. We have brilliant minds here. Let’s...let’s figure something out that doesn’t involve.. that,” Jess pleads, her voice softening.

Miguel looks at her for a long moment but his expression remains unreadable. The cries of the baby continue to fill the air.

Jess then turns her gaze towards Lyla, , who is stationed nearby, her holographic interface flickering with data. “Lyla, what are the kid’s powers? Run a genetics test, a DNA test. We need something to work with.” 

Lyla’s synthetic voice answers in an eerily calm tone, "I have already processed the genetic information, Jessica. Thanks very much, genius. As per my findings, the child’s power attributes remain undefined. In regards to the DNA test..."

Lyla hesitates just a fraction of a second, but enough for Miguel to notice. It's an unexpected response from an AI that's programmed to be efficient and direct. A strange tingle rises within him but he pushes it aside, refocusing on the matter at hand.

“is inconclusive.” Jess squints at Lyla. “Inconclusive? What do you mean? Is he an anomaly or not?”

“He’s an anomaly, certainly. However, the DNA analysis is...complicated,” Lyla maintains her composed tone. “Complicated how?” Jess presses on. “Just...unfamiliar and intermingled genetic markers,” Lyla responds vaguely. “The child is an enigma.”

"Miguel, please" she continues, turning back to Miguel, clearly frustrated with Lyla's vague responses that are not helping her case. Her tone is still serious, "this isn't some variation of a monster, this is a baby."

For a moment, Miguel’s gaze flickers, his usual icy aura briefly wavering. "It doesn't matter," he finally grunts, closing his eyes as if to physically shut out the argument. Jessica's voice turns unexpectedly brittle. "I didn't join the Society to kill innocent kids."

Miguel clenches his jaw hard. "We do what we have to do for the greater good. No exceptions." Jessica takes a deep breath, her next words coming out almost in a whisper. "What if there was my Gerald or a version of your-" she begins, but is quickly cut off.

"DON’T. Don't even go there, Jessica" Miguel growls, his hand forming into a tight fist. "And why the hell is it still crying?"

Jessica's gaze softens slightly. "That child, that little boy, probably misses his parents. Parents who are going through hell right now, searching for their baby." Miguel's fist tightens further, a spark of something, maybe regret, guilt,  flashing in his eyes. Jessica presses on trying one last time to convince him. "He was found in 586, right? Maybe we can reconnect with Su-" 

"No," Miguel interrupts sharply, his voice a final command. “Until tomorrow morning, Jess,” he finally says in a low voice, putting an end to Jess’ outburst. “That’s all. You can leave now.” 

There’s a heavy silence, where the only sound is Gabriel’s distant crying.

Jessica looks at Miguel, her gaze piercing. "Think about what you’re doing, Miguel," she whispers and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.

In the heart of the HQ, Margo sifts through the labyrinth of Lyla's concealed data. She uncovers a file that captures her attention – the baby's DNA results. "There you are," she mutters to herself, an air of triumph in her voice. As she opens the file, her eyes widen in disbelief, "Oh no…“

"What is it, Margo?" Gwen asks making her way over to Margo.

Margo's voice trembles slightly. "So, while looking through the hidden data, I found the baby's... there was a parental match."

Gwen's heart skips a beat. “I knew something was was off with Lyla. Of course she knows more. Well, who are the little guy's parents?"

Margo hesitates, then blurts out, "Miguel and Sunny."

Gwen stops dead in her tracks, her mind reeling. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"The baby's mother is Sunny, and the father is Miguel," Margo reiterates, her voice steady.

Gwen eyes widen. "But... are you sure? I know Sunny's baby. I was there when baby Gabriel was born!“

"Yes, I'm sure. There were two parental matches for the baby in the spider DNA logs:Sun Spider and Spider-Man 2099. When was the last time you saw the baby, Gwen? Babies change quickly at that age." Margo confirms. 

"Miguel and Sunny? That's not possible... how have we never noticed that there's something going on between those two?" Gwen's mind whirls with confusion.

"Oh, I noticed," Margo's voice holds a hint of smugness, "The way he was sneaking into her room at night? And the way he looked at her every time she set foot in a room, like a lovesick puppy. It was adorable. Wait, nobody else noticed?"

Gwen splutters, taken aback, "What? No, I... well, he's all 'we need to sacrifice ourselves to protect the multiverse. No more traveling for fun'" she imitates Miguel's voice with a teasing lilt, then she adds, "And Sunnys is literally the personification of a warm embrace."

Gwen's mind whirls but she continues, “ Woah, okay lets focus on the important part. I mean, I knew something was wrong with Lyla, but why... why would she do that?"  

"There's more, Gwen," Margo says, her voice shaking slightly. "I found another thing in her data. It's... it's about how she's processing information."

Gwen frowns, "What do you mean?"

Margo takes a deep breath before explaining, "In simple terms, Lyla's been teaching herself new things. She's changing, growing beyond her original programming. Her code is self-evolving."

"And the data about the baby?" Gwen asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Margo sighs, "She's been... twisting it, making the baby seem more dangerous than it actually is."

Gwen's mind reels with this new information, the world around her seeming to tilt. "But why?" she finally manages to ask. "Why would Lyla do this?"

"I don't know, Gwen," Margo admits. "But we need to find out and warn Miguel. And soon."

Meanwhile in Miguels office, the wailing becomes louder, almost as if piercing through the walls, trying to reach something, or someone. Miguel's face betrays his discomfort, as if the cries are tugging at his walls around his heart. There's a weight on his chest, something unidentifiable that makes it hard to breathe.

Suddenly Lyla’s holographic interface hums. She begins to show the outline various strategies for eliminating the child. Her voice, analtytic but almost cheerful, fills the room. “So, we could create a temporal displacement field, effectively erasing the child from existence. Or perhaps expose him to a slow-acting molecular destabilizer..." 

 "Based on the trial," she continues unfazed by Miguel’s lack of response. "the device should work as intended, wiping out any of its DNA and trace. Be like the anomaly never existed." There's a hint of satisfaction in her words.

Miguel, until now staring blankly at the wall, finally turns towards Lyla, his complexion pale and his eyes wide.

His insides twist painfully, the mere idea of bringing harm to this innocent child becoming now unbearable.

“Stop,” Miguel chokes out.

“Apologies, Miguel. We must consider all options for preserving the multiverse. You out of all people should know that,”Lyla retorts.

But something within Miguel snaps. His ice-cold distant facade crumbles. Rising abruptly, his chair clatters loudly onto the floor.

Without saying another word, he strides out of his office. “Miguel? Are you listening? Where are you going?” Lyla calls after him, but her words are unanswered in the empty room.

Walking down the hallway, Miguel slows down as he passes the room where the infant's cries come from. He pauses when he hears Miles' pleas inside.

“Little dude, if you stop crying promise I’ll get you some cool kicks. Maybe some baby Jordans? Please, please just stop crying,” Miles pleads, his voice sounding desperate and utterly exhausted.

After a moment hesitation, Miguel pushes open the door and steps into the room. His gaze, sterner than ever, as he takes in the scene: Miles looking near defeat, his energy spent trying to soothe the wailing child, his spider suit rumpled and hair disheveled.

"Enough," Miguel comms sharply.

Miles looks up from where he's been pacing with the baby, his eyes wide like he's just been caught stealing cookies from a jar. “You,” Miguel points at Miles, who is holding the still-crying baby. His voice booms with authority. “Put him down”

Miles, slightly dumbfounded, obeys and carefully lays the child down on his makeshift bed. “I need you to return to Earth 586. Get some of his belongings - toys, blankets, anything you can find," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"But Miguel--" Miles startsbut gets cut off immediately.

"Now," he says, his red eyes flashing dangerously. Miles opens the portal hastily and disspears to your universe.

The crying has subsided to whimpers, and Miguel finds himself kneeling next to the little one, who reaches out for him. As if on autopilot, Miguel’s hands scoop him up abruptly from the bed.

"Quiet, niño. "Miguel growls at him with a  low and threatening tone. "I could just... do it right now." His irritation gets the better of him, and he bares his fangs at the little one. This sight shocks Gabriel into silence for a moment, his big, teary eyes widening at the sight. 

But then, to Miguel's surprise, the baby breaks into a fit of giggles, the sound infectious and joyous.

Gabriel suddenly mimics Miguel, baring his own little teeth – two tiny milk teeth and the beginnings of baby fangs peeking from his gums, causing Miguel to stiffen in shock.

Caught off guard Miguel's hold slips and Gabriel lands back on the web-shaped bed with a bounce. The baby's laughter ends abruptly and is replaced once more with tears and cries.

Still in shock, Miguel stumbles back a step, but Gabriel's cries soon pull him back into the present. With a sigh, he picks up the little boy yet again andGabriel immediately snuggles into the crook of Miguel’s neck, his tiny arms winding tightly around his throat.  Miguel swallows hard, unsure of what to do next. 

Then, almost instinctively, he starts to hum a tune he thought he'd long forgotten. "Tú eres mi sol de la mañana, el sol que brilla..." His voice is barely audible, the words shaky. Gabriel's little body relaxes against him, a content sigh escaping his lips followed by a quiet yawn. He nuzzles closer to Miguel, his tiny breaths falling into sync with the rhythm of the song. "...alegra todo, mi corazón," Miguel coninues softly, his mind flooding with memories. He sees a bright, lively girl with the same curious eyes as the boy in his arms. 

"Daddy," Gabriella asks, her large eyes bright with curiosity as she looks up at him, "why do you call me your morning sun? I'm not yellow."

Miguel chuckles at her innocence, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He cradles her against his chest, looking into those eyes so full of wonder. "No, mija" he replies, his voice soft with affection "you're not yellow but you are my sunshine."

"But why?" She wrinkles her little nose, her childish curiosity making Miguel's heart fill up with love.

"Because, mijita," he begins, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, "just like the sun, you light up my world. You chase away the darkness with your laughter and your love. You are warmth, you are joy, and just like the morning sun, you are a new beginning, a promise of a brighter day." 

Gabriella blinks up at him, her lips curving into a small, and she hides her smile in the crook of his neck. "I like that, Papi," she whispers, "Sing the song again, please?"

“brilla, conmigo, brilla que brilla, alegrandome esta cancion. Tu eres mi sol de la manana…“

Eyes closed, Miguel draws Gabriel unconsciously closer, his heart full, and for the first time he’s feeling a sense of contentment he hasn't experienced in years. 

The moment is shattered by the sound of a throat being cleared, pulling him abruptly out of his peaceful trance.

Peter B is standing in the doorway, arms loaded with various dolls. "Wow, he's finally asleep," he remarks, looking between Miguel and the now sleeping Gabriel with a relieved smile. "I was starting to think that was impossible." 

Without responding, or even sparing a glance in Peter's direction, Miguel turns away from the door and heads to the bed. He gently places the sleeping toddler down, pulling a small blanket over him. Once he's confident that Gabriel is settled, Miguel quietly leaves the room, his demeanor as frosty and aloof as ever, making no acknowledgment of Peter's presence. 

Peter B is quick on his feet, rushing after Miguel. "I brought him toys from Mayday," he blurts out. "She won't miss them. She's not too good at sharing, but I guess she won’t mind in this case."

Miguel continues his stride, not giving Peter so much as a backward glance. "Que maravilla," he mutters under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Ignoring the dismissal, Peter B. reaches out and places a hand on Miguel's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Miguel raises an eyebrow and glances back at him half-heartedly, clearly not interested in a conversation.

Peter takes a moment, his gaze intensifying. "Hey, boss," he begins, his voice shaky yet determined. "We can't let anything happen to this boy, right?" 

At Peter's words, Miguel closes his eyes and takes a deep, steadying breath.

Back on Earth 586, you're in the throes of a meltdown. Your little boy, Gabriel, is nowhere to be found. You've scoured the whole city of Nea Yorkey, every nook and cranny you can think of, but there's no trace of him anywhere. Desperation gnaws at your insides, and fury bubbles up, hot and fierce. Your mind is in turmoil, swirling with anger and fear, clouding your ability to think straight. One thing is crystal clear though: whoever dared to touch your child will pay dearly for their actions.

You're frantically trying to find a way to contact anyone from the Spider Society, while simultaneously considering every possible avenue to traverse the multiverse yourself. Alchemax - the multinational conglomerate known for its cutting-edge research and technological advancements - seems to be your only hope. As you're about to make your way there, a sound from Gabriel's room stops you in your tracks.

Your Spider senses, already on high alert due to the unexpected circumstances, seem to kick into overdrive. Every instinct within you screams that something is about to happen. Your heart pounds in your chest like a wild drum as you slowly approach the room.

Meanwhile, in Gabriel's room, Miles is having his own share of troubles. In his haste, he stumbles over a toy car that starts making an assortment of noises and brightly lit animations. "Ah, this stupid toy!" he curses under his breath.

A thought suddenly crosses his mind and he wonders aloud, "Wait, does he need a blanket?" Just as he's about to reach for a small bunny stuffed animal that lay discarded on the floor, an intense blast of sonic energy sweeps across the room.

Caught by surprise, Miles finds himself flung across the room, his back hitting the wall with a thud. Before he can even let out a gasp, a spider web shoots out, pinning him securely against the wall. There he hangs, suspended, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. His breath comes in shallow gasps as he attempts to comprehend what just happened. Well its safe to say he didn’t saw that coming.

Miles, still stuck against the wall, manages to blurt out, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" you echo, incredulity lacing your tone. "You break into my son's room and ask me whoI am?"

Your mind races as Miles stammers, "Wait, your son's room? Wait, are you...are you a Spider-person aswell?"

Ignoring his question, you stride towards him, an aura of threat radiating off you. "Stop talking!" you command, "I ask the questions!" In your hand, a ball of solar energy forms, crackling with power and casting a glow across the room.

"Why are you here? Where is my son?" The words are more of a growl than a question, the motherly instincts in you sending waves of danger rippling across the room. "Your son is okay, please don't hurt me!" Miles pleads with a shaky fear laced voice.

Squirmy and visibly frightened, Miles stammers out his confession, "We-we took him...it was our mission... He's an anomaly...we needed to get him out of this universe, send him to his own, so it wouldn’t collapse and interfere with the multiverse...but he doesn't have one, and I'm so sorry..."

His voice dwindles to a murmur, words tumbling over one another in his haste. Amidst his ramblings, your icy inquiry slices through like a blade, "Who instructed you?"

A sharp wince contorts his face, betraying his fear. "Our boss..." he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, "Miguel... Miguel O'Hara."

The energy in your hand dissipates, leaving only shock in its place. It's almost too much to take in - the idea that Miguel, your Miguel, could have done something like this. "He's okay, we... we didn't know he was the son of a Spider-woman. I'm Miles Morales, by the way." he introduces himself, attempting to inject some normalcy into the situation.

"I'm Spider-Sun," you respond automatically, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.

"Wait … you?" Miles' eyes widen in recognition. "You're Sunny?" When you give a numb nod in response, he continues, "You look more like 'Stormy' if you ask me." Your gaze snaps to Miles, the intensity of your death glare immediately silencing his attempt at humour. "Sorry, sorry," he stammers, raising his hands in surrender. "I just...I've heard Gwen and Peter talk about you."

"They never stop talking about you," Miles continues, trying to regain his composure. "They always say you have such a radiant personality and how much they miss you. They take care of your son, don’t worry. Hes safe for now.” 

"What do you mean he's safe 'for now'?" you cut him off abruptly, your voice cold and hard. Miles gulps nervously before responding.

"Eh...we have until morning to find a solution for this...anomaly," he stammers. You interrupt him, seething with a fury that makes him cringe. "My son's name is Gabriel. He is not an 'anomaly'," you spit out the words like they are poison, hating the way they make your sweet little boy sound like some kind of mistake.

"Eh, yes, for Gabriel," Miles corrects hastily, "because, eh... if we don't find an alternative, they need to, eh...eliminate..." He trails off, speaking so quickly and softly that you almost don't catch his last word.

"ELIMINATE?????" You scream and for a split second, Miles is sure he sees your eyes blaze with a terrifying, luminating light. 

"We can stop them. We can talk to them and say it's your son," Miles says quickly, desperately hoping to calm you.

"I don't talk. Bring me to my son," you demand. Without wasting another moment, you order him to open the portal. "Y-yes, right away, Sunn... eh, Mrs. Sun, eh... Ma'am," he stammers, visibly trembling under your steely gaze.

 It takes him two shaky attempts before he manages to successfully open the portal, his hands still unsteady from the encounter.

Back at the headquarters, Peter chases after Miguel into his office. "Boss, all I'm saying is, what if Lyla is wrong?"

Miguel is pinching the bridge of his nose, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The weight of the situation is quickly becoming too overwhelming and he feels himself teetering dangerously close to his breaking point.

Just at that moment, Gwen, Pav, Margo and Hobie burst into the office, their faces set withdetermination. "Miguel, there’s something you need to know.  Please hear us out. Margo and I, we found something.Lyla is - ," Gwen starts but Miguel is quick to silence her with a raised hand.

Just as Miguel is about to speak, the lights flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the room. Hobie looks around nervously. "Is that eh...normal?"

Peter quirks an eyebrow. "Did you forget to pay the electricity bill?" 

The lights flicker even more violently, plunging the room into a dance of shadow and light.

With a violent burst, the door is flung open, and a brilliant surge of light blinds everyone. You stand in the doorway, an ethereal aura glowing around you.

"O'Hara!" Your voice thunders through the room, heavy with wrath and revenge. As Miguel turns around to face the source of the sound, a massive, lightning-tinged sonar blast slams directly into his chest. He's pushed backward, knocked off balance before he can brace himself for the attack. He tries to recoverr, to shift into defense mode but he doesn't get the chance. You're relentless, a solar goddess in human form, hurtling blast after blast at him. Miguel has no time to regain his stance, each attack landing with more force than the last. 

Gwen makes to step forward, her instincts screaming at her to intervene, but Peter grabs her arm, pulling her back. "That's Sunny," he says, his voice a mixture of awe and concern. Hobie's eyes widen comically. He cocks his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Our Sunny, eh? Blimey, I never knew she had it in her. That rebellious firecracker," he mutters, a distinct note of admiration creeping into his typically laid-back British drawl.

Miles bursts into the room, breathless and disheveled. He stumbles towards Gwen, his voice hurried and concerned, "I tried to stop her, but she was...she was furious. Woahhh, I've never seen Miguel get beaten like this before."

And he wasn't exaggerating. Miguel was fighting back, his fangs bared, his claws out and ready but he was no match for your rage-fueled attacks. You were right up in his face, delivering punch after punch at a brutal pace

"Where's my son, O’Hara? What have you done to him?" you demand, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

At your words, Miguel's movements falter. His defense wavers, and he barely manages to gasp out, "Your son?" He doesn't dodge your next blow, doesn't attempt to shield himself or strike back. Instead, he allows you to continue.

Miguel is shocked. His reflexes kick in as he sees the next punch coming and he grabs your wrist, halting your next powerful punch aimed for his face. He locks eyes with you, his gaze holding an emotion you've never seen in him before. Is it fear? No, it's much deeper, more profound.

As he stares at you, your luminescent eyes gradually lose their fiery intensity, shifting back to their human form.

"I... I didn't know," Miguel stammers, his voice a trembling whisper. "Lo – lo siento. I – I didn’t know.”

His breaths are ragged, and you can see a war waging inside him.

"But...how?How didn’t I know?" His voice is choked, your wrist still securely in his grip. “Your son?” Miguel continues,his voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes search yours and all he sees is raw, untamed anger with an aching pain that pierces his soul.

“Yes, MY son!” your voice echoes through the room like a whip. “Did you think that you could just take him from me? That I wouldn't come for him?”

Miguel’s grip on your wrist loosens as he stumbles back. His heart feels like it’s about to explode as realization dawns on him. The dark curls, the small fangs the baby had bared at him –pieces of a puzzle start falling into place. His own blood runs cold.

“Where is he, Miguel? Where’s myGabriel?” your voice breaks as you say the name, and it feels like another punch to Miguel's gut.

“Gabr...” Miguel chokes. “No... no...”

His voice is barely audible, the air knocked out of him by the significance of the name. His knees buckle, and he falls on the floor. "NO."

“You, who I thought would protect any child, wanted to eliminate my – our – flesh and blood!” Tears, full of anger and hurt, stream down your face, but your voice doesn't waver one bit. 

Miguel, still on the floor, looks up at you with tear-streaked cheeks. “I didn’t know. I swear on my life, on Gabriella’s memory. I-I wanted to do the right thing. I- I never, -Lo siento.” 

There’s a moment of tense silence as you look down at the shattered man before you,the love of your life, the father of your child, who almost made the most horrifying, unforgivable mistake.

Just then, from another room, the faint sound of a baby's cries pierce through the heavy atmosphere. You abruptly yank your wrist out of his grasp and towards the door to leave.

Your heart clenches as you break into a run, following the pitiful cries. You don’t look back.

Miguel remains on his knees. He doenst follow you, he doesn’t dare to move, anchored by the crushing weight of what he's done, as the sounds of Gabriel's cries fade into the background.

"Gabriel," he whispers, the name escaping his lips like a vow. A promise of redemption. And with that single word, Miguel knows he'll move heaven and earth to protect his child.

Part 4 "Webs of Redemption" - coming soon

Hello, you wonderful souls! I want to say a big thank you for your patience and kind words about this series. I really appreciate each of your sweet comments and messages – they mean so much to me. Thank you all for the insightful ideas and suggestions you contributed for part 3. I've incorporated as many of your concepts as I could because they're simply brilliant. I'm eager to hear more of your thoughts, criticisms, and proposals for part 4. I also want to give a special thanks to Jess, @wolfjessedragon . Her inspiration and amazing ideas were the driving force behind Part 3, and I couldn't have written it without her! love you guys, keep being awesome!

Bc where did the maze runner fics go🙁

WHY EVERY FUCKING TIME I WANNA FIND A CERTAIN FANFICTION I MADE UP IN MY HEAD ITS NOT A REAL THING

Have you....ever wondered what's it like to keep up a list of FICTIONAL MEN that you fell in love with or feel infatuated of them?

Well...hello there, my name is Kim and I happen to have a questionable taste in men, where I happen to love blonde men who are supposedly dead in an anime show, and their national anthem can either be a Lana Del Rey song or forever young nowadays...or Dorito men who happen to think that they are a father to this child, even though it belongs to their other version from another dimension, and tries to blend and in the end causes the world to be dead ad literally glitched out of extinction, yeah, I'VE BEEN IN THAT PHASE, especially in JUNE.

Now, have you EVER looked at a song that has the word Daddy in it, yeah, we both know what that means. Initials are S. G not Suguru but DADDY SATORU. Man, that six eyed freak is causing something in me that's wetter than the motherfuckin' ocean, THAT, I admit.

AND OLDER MEN...FUUUUUUUCK, AIZAWA IS SOMETHING ELSE, same goes with Nanami, Kakashi and other men who are older that is HOT as Hell.

UGGHHH and hybrids.... fucking hell.

Technical, not hybrids in a full percentage but there is a half human and half shit where the other half is powerful and THEY happen to be immortal, some not likely, like for example: Nick Wilde, Bunnymund, or the wolf from bad guys, aaaand Diego from Ice age, lastly....TMNT. Now don't FUCK with ME.

BECAUSE WE BOTH KNOW, THAT THOSE FOUR BROTHERS OF A TURTLE, HAPPENS TO BE OUR CRUSHES, GOT IT, IK I'M RIGHT, AND YOU AIN'T DENYING IT EITHER.

But the most, unbelievable thing we happen to have, is the jackpot, is an immortal, which is none other than...

Yes, child, I know what you're thinking...

Sun Wukong.

THIS. IS AN ABOMINATION IN MY HEART AND IT CAUSED ME HEART ATTACKS AND SHIT, MY MIND AND HEART, Boom straight to Heaven.

Anyways.. that's it.

I'm just bored and decided to bring out my thoughts so yeah, bye. :))))