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esmedelacroix · 3 months

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𝕬 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕴𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝕬𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝕲𝖊𝖙 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕾𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉…

pairing: crown princess!reader x knight!miguel o'hara

cw: messy period sex, unprotected p in v, size kink, blood, dom!miguel o'hara, fingering, size kink, edging kinda, dacryphilia, slight degradation kink

a/n: hey lovies, this isn't my usual content but I have endometriosis and I hate it. But period sex always helps so here. This is set in sort of medival times. Hope you like it, a like, comment, or repost is always appreciated. Let me know what you think!

wc: 2.5k

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"Ughhhh," "UGhhhH"

"Her Highness has started her menstrual cycle," Archibald, your retiring personal knight, explained to your new personal knight in training, Miguel.

"This is a common occurrence, nothing has ever helped her Highness," Archibald continued.

"Are the doctors not equipped with the medicine needed?" Miguel asked as he heard a high-pitched wail.

"They are but Her Highness has rather odd and abnormally painful symptoms. The doctors can't figure out a cure for it," he sighed.

Miguel bit the interior of his cheek in deep thought and during his break, he decided to go to the library. He sat at one of the desks with piles of biology and anatomy books.

He didn't know any way to make himself useful to you other than to try to study your condition and perhaps figure out a way to help you.

It was hard for him to find much of anything because scientists at the time paid little attention to studying women's bodies and the female reproductive system. It's quite disappointing because women are amazing. They can create life but all male scientists care about is themselves. "What a shame," Miguel muttered to himself as he opened up another textbook.

He didn't take the time to read the cover so he was flabbergasted when he began to read the contents of the book.

He was reading a study about the health benefits of an orgasm when in pain. There are specific chemicals released when both males and females experience an orgasm.

What if these same chemicals can combat menstrual pain, Miguel thought to himself. "Miguel it's time to return to your post," Archibald said as he entered the library.

"I'll be right there," Miguel said as he organized all of his books for later.

"You were studying?" Archibald asked as he led you down the halls.

"Yes, I wanted to see if there was anything I could do for Her Highness but I don't know much about menstrual pain," Miguel sighed.

Archibald hummed in response. "If you want to help the crown princess then you will take her lunch and medicine to her and attempt to get her to eat," she doesn't like to eat or do much anything other than squirm in her bed when she is experiencing menstrual pain.

"Okay," Miguel answered as he opened the doors to your room and brought your food and medicine to you on a tray. Archibald closed the door behind him and wished him luck.

Miguel was content to see that you were asleep and not suffering. You were curled up in a fetal position with a hot compress over your abdomen. Small tears were formed at the corners of your eyes. The pain had even made you cry in your sleep.

Miguel's heart sank seeing you in such a distressed manner. He softly shook your shoulder to wake you up. "Your Highness," he started softly seeing your eyes flutter open.

"It's time for your meal and medicine," he continued. You jolted awake as your eyes adjusted to the light then turned to look at him before feeling your face heat up.

"Who dares enter my room when I am so indecent?" you asked, pulling your sheets up because you were still in your nightgown.

"Where are my manners? I'm your new personal knight, Miguel O'Hara," he introduced with a bow.

You nodded in response, allowing yourself to calm down. You stretched out your arms and sat up against your headboard. Just as you did so, you winced in pain. "My lady, are you still feeling pain?" he asked.

"Yes, I should eat quickly so I can take that medicine," you groaned.

"Yes," Miguel said as he began to cut your food for you and held a forkful up to your lips. You were rather surprised by the gesture but you weren't opposed to it. Archibald never does this for me, you thought to yourself as you enjoyed your food.

There were moments when you had to take a break because of the pain but you finished your meal in record time. After finishing the medicine you were still in tears and extreme pain.

It was enough pain to make you wail. The rumors were true though, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Your voice was soothing even when you sobbed. When tears trickled down your cheeks they only added to your beauty.

Miguel hated to see such a beautiful woman in pain. Especially when there was nothing that he could do to alleviate it. Well, there was one thing he could do. He could suggest that you touch yourself. But weren't in the state to do even that. I could give her an orgasm, he thought to himself before shaking his head.

"No, that would be out of line," he muttered to himself quietly.

"What would be out of line?" you sniffled, turning to him.

"Um well, there was one remedy for your pain that I was researching. But it would be out of line if I helped you perform it," he explained.

"Please do it for me I'll do anything to stop feeling so much pain," you practically begged.

"I'm not sure if a lowly knight like myself should help you do this," he said, trying to convince you to let it go.

"Just tell me what it is, I'm sure I wouldn't mind you doing please just do this one thing for me, Miguel," she pleaded. Miguel was going to deny once more but once his name left your lips pounding like a beautiful song, he felt he couldn’t say no.

"Well, the remedy my lady, is to give you an orgasm," he admitted as his cheeks flushed.

Your own cheeks flushed when you realized that you were basically begging your personal guard to have intercourse with you. "Oh, that's most certainly not what I was expecting you to say," you said as he averted his eyes when you looked in his direction. You weighed the pros and cons of having sex with your new personal knight. You couldn’t even believe you were thinking of sex with a palace guard.

You put your hand to your chin as you thought about it for a good minute sizing him up out of the corner of your eye. He wasn't too bad looking. He was very big, you wondered if his penis was also big.

And his face, well it was magnificent. He looked like royalty in your eyes with that handsome face of his. You could see yourself having sex with him.

“Dismiss everyone on this floor of the palace, Miguel,” You commanded. Miguel shot you a confused look.

“I’m very loud in bed, chop chop Miguel,” you whispered as another wave of pain hit you. Miguel was surprised how your voice went from a sweet soft soft-spoken voice to one dripping in sin.

He got up and stepped out to the hallway relaying your command to Archibald who had everyone on the floor you were on gone in minutes.

“Now that we have some privacy, come here,” you demanded as you winced in pain.

Miguel walked up to you as you laid back holding onto the edge of his t-shirt bringing him down with you. Your faces are inches apart. Hot breaths fanning each other's lips. "Unsheathe your sword, Miguel," you whispered looking into his hungry eyes.

Miguel stripped himself still hovering over you. The second his name left your lips, it was as if you put him in a trance. He did everything he was asked to do. He then bunched up the hem of your nightgown slowly lifting it above your legs slowly. “May I?” he asked, trying to be as gentle as possible.

You propped yourself up on your elbows letting out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes. “You don’t have to be so formal, I need you, to fuck this royal pussy like I’m some common whore at a brothel, that’s an order Miguel” you spat as your face contorted in pain.

Miguel was surprised by your sudden dirty unladylike language. But that went straight to his hardening dick.

He took your nightgown off with a newfound sense of urgency. He was pleased to see that you were almost completely naked underneath, still sporting your menstrual underwear, nipples hardening at the feeling of the cold air hitting them.

He wasted no time pulling off your menstrual underwear and setting it aside. You spread your legs for him to get a better view of your pussy that was now throbbing with want.

Miguel ran his index from your bloody slit to your clit picking up the moisture of your blood and slick. Pressed on your aching bud with his thumb moving it in circular motions. A long moan erupted from your throat. Your hand gripped his wrist tightly as he pushed a finger into your aching hole still playing with your clit with another.

The muscles and veins in his arms flexed and pulsated as he worked your sopping-wet pussy. He added another one of his thick fingers stretching you in preparation for his fat cock. You only looked down for a second when he took his pants off and fear struck the pit of your stomach. He was so big you weren't sure if he'd even fit. That made your sick and twisted mind even thirstier. Wanting more and more of him.

Your hands gripped his arms until your knuckles practically turned white as you tried to suppress your moans as he slipped a third finger into your cunt that was coating his whole hand in your wetness and blood. "Don't conceal it, I wanna hear you, wanna make sure I'm making you feel good," he grunted into your ear as he began to rut against the bed. He lay in between your legs focused on fucking you with his fingers.

Your blood was dripping onto the sheets, but you didn't care, you felt too good. You moaned for him chanting a mantra of his name until his name and the stretch were all you could think about. "Miguel, inside, I want you inside please," you begged.

"Oh yeah? You want this cock in your pussy?" he taunted as a smirk graced his lips.

"Yesyesyesyesyes," was all you could moan out your mind going almost blank as your legs began to shake.

"Tell me how badly you want it, show me how badly you want it," he growled into your ear as he added a fourth finger and picked up the pace.

The pleasure almost completely took you over as fat tears formed at the corner of your eyes. "I need you, inside, Miguel please, need your cock," you moaned shamelessly moving your hips against his fingers matching his speed.

You grip the sheets with one hand, the other holding onto his, as your back arches. Blood and slick gushed out of your pussy as your orgasm approached you at lightning speed. Until it didn't, and you felt the pleasure died down completely. You let out a frustrated whine letting go of the sheets. "Miggy, why," you whined almost sobbing because of the stolen orgasm.

"You said you wanted me in you, you're going to have to work for it, my lady," he said as he lay on the bed and put you on top of him with ease. You straddled him looking down at him with tears in your eyes as he grinned at you.

"Miguel please, help me," you said as you positioned your slit in line with his bulbous tip that was dripping with precum.

"Uh uh uh, you gotta do that on your own," he cooed as he whipped a falling tear from your face.

"I will be your queen soon," you said sternly.

"But right now you're my whore, now get to work, this cock isn't going to ride itself," he spat as he slammed you down onto him practically impaling you on his dick.

You took a moment to adjust to his size. The stretch was amazing. You had never felt so full and he was hitting a sweet spot. You moved slowly, then faster, then much faster. You heard Miguel let out a moan almost sounding like a whimper.

He grips your hips tightly, surely making bruises as you milk him. His eyes rolled back as he tried his hardest not to explode right then and there because of how warm, wet, and tight your pussy felt.

Helpless moans of his name were spilling from your mouth as your blood spilled onto him staining his skin and your sheets. “That’s it, princess, just like that,” Miguel groaned.

Quickly you felt your orgasm approaching, the coil in your stomach about to snap. Your legs began to feel like jelly and you felt yourself stop moving. “I can’t, Mig, help,” you whined trying to keep moving.

“You’ve been a good girl, I’ll take care of ya’,” he said as she moved your hips with his hands that rested on them fucking himself up into you.

The Lewd sound of you chanting his name and wet skin slapping wet skin filled the room. As he picked up the pace your moans became more and more high-pitched. “You’re fuckin’ me s’ good Mig,” you moaned.

“Yeah? Tell me how good I’m doin’ you,” he grunted as fucked you harder too kissing your cervix as his dick started to twitch in you.

“S’ good, love this fat cock,” you whined as you clenched him hard as your legs shook violently.

“Cum with me baby,” he grunted as he pumped himself into you.

“Cumming, I’m gonna cum,” you whined as you creamed around his cock making a mess of him only being able to think of him and utter his name.

Miguel continued to fuck into you elongating your orgasm as he released his hot, thick, cum deep into your womb. You collapsed on top of him panting and trying to catch your breath.

You slowly slid out snuggling into his side. “Sorry, about the mess,” you started, gesturing to his half-soft member that was coated with your blood.

“Oh, no worries Your Highness, a real knight isn’t afraid to get blood on his sword,” he stated.

“I suppose that is true,” you replied, giggling a bit.

“So how is that menstrual pain?” Miguel asked as he caressed your bare back and planted small wet kisses into your neck.

“Honestly, I forgot I even had it, I guess it’s gone, I mean, you made me feel so good,” you sighed breathlessly.

Miguel slowly got up covering you with your bed sheets. “I’ll go ahead and run you a bath my lady,” he said as he prepared your towel, shampoo, and bath salts.

“Thank you, Miguel, I wouldn't be so opposed to you joining me,” you chirped.

“Oh, I do not wish to impose-“ he started before you cut him off.

“That’s an order, Miguel,” you whispered, with a small smirk playing on your lips. You were nowhere near done and neither was he.

"You little minx," he hummed as he disappeared into the bathroom.

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chiikasevennn · 2 months

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SMUT !!

Miguel eating u out . Fingering at the end. Idk what i wrote. Not proofread i js wanna yk. probably has errors.

"[Name]...?" Miguel's head got up from your aching pussy. He saw those tears, one at the brink of tracing a path down your cheeks.

"Ye—yeah?" He knew what you were going to possibly assume next.

"No, nothing's wrong. Are you okay? If—if you're uncomfortable, we can stop." Miguel had a knack for saying the perfect things that melted your heart. It was just one of the many qualities you had come to deeply admire about him.

"No!" You yelled. He just gave you the most mentally flabbergasting orgasm you could ever receive. It wasn't like any other. Electrifying. "It's okay, I—I just, uh, if, if it's being silent, you're not doing anything wrong… That's how I usually am… During sex."

"Oh?"

"'M sorry," you meekly replied, laying back down on the pillow, avoiding his gaze as he was practically in front of your wet cunt that he seemed to not want to let go of.

Gosh, Miguel absolutely adored you. This would be the first time you guys' doing actual lovemaking. You've only given him unforgettable blowjobs, but of course, Miguel was a man with necessities as well; he wanted to taste his woman.

"So you're not uncomfortable?" He asked.

"No… I'm just…" not used to being eaten out like you were the only thing that was gonna keep him alive. "Yeah. You can continue. I really liked it..."

You pretty much wouldn't be extremely wet if you didn't like this one bit.

Miguel placed a quick, firm kiss on your clit, making you flinch. Your cheeks warmed, and before you knew it, you blinked back tears from blurring your eyesight as he devoured every inch of your sanity, but this time, he became rougher.

In less than a minute, nearly on the brink of full-fledged sobbing, trying to keep your legs back together, but Miguel was preventing it. Miguel groaned in pleasure as he pushed your legs against your chest. He made sure there was a wide enough space for him to properly exhibit devotion to your pussy.

There, you exploded your second orgasm of the night. Miguel very well sensed this and kept kissing your cunt as a thank you for cumming for him. You thought he'd finally give you a rest, knowing how much tremble he got out of that simple cunnilingus.

Of course, that was what you thought until he jumped on your pussy again and started to lick and rub everything with his tongue, especially your sensitive clit.

Your body instinctively thrashed around him, only to be caged by his powerful grip on your thighs given how huge he was.

"Ah—ah… uh, u— Mi-Migueeel, wa— mmf!" You slapped the nearest pillow against your face as tears blurred your vision when your clit finally gave out again. He gave kitten licks against your vulva.

Seemed like Miguel took it as a challenge to get you to break for him. Not what he exactly wanted, but this was a process.

He ascended from your spent cunt and went beside you to get a hug. He caressed your naked breast underneath your shirt, massaging and clinging to it as he kissed the tears away, chuckling when you whimpered lowly.

Now, it was time to use his fingers.

"Shit," his hands found its way against your hole, and the way you tried to close it almost made him cum his pants.

You almost whine. You forgot how long and thick his fingers were compared to any of the guys you've been with. Of course, you would, and now you were going to be trained wonderfully by this behemoth of a man.

"Spread 'em wider for me, m'love," he wasn't even finished and you did as you were told. He chuckled. Cute.

"'M gonna fuck you with my fingers, all right? If you can't take it anymore, 's okay, let it all out…"

Needless to say, you woke up the next day unable to walk properly. Oh, he also kept pumping his fingers into your cunt sometimes that you almost passed out, sometimes glaring, but did you ever protest? Nope!

#miguel o'hara smut #Miguel O'Hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spider-man #spider-verse #atsv #smut #lmao #Miguel o'hara x reader smut

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iiiiiiis-things · 10 months

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Period HC's with the Spiderverse

paring: (separate) earth42!miles morales, earth1610!miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr parbhakar, miguel o'hara x femblack!reader

cw: period/vagina

blurb: what they're like when you're on your period

a/n: y'all i'm going through it rn. also this is what i used to translate my spanish

earth 42 miles morales

now despite his cold demeanor he would literally be so god damn sweet while on your cycle

well- as sweet as he can be

you didn't even tell him, he found out bc you was getting out of line with him

"Aye Mami me pasa mi bolso" his face contorts in confusion as you suck yo teeth "damn i gotta do everything for you ? what's next you want me to change your fucking diaper?"

immediately notices

"you on yo period?"

you flabbergasted mouth gaped wide open

he already knows about everything cs yk his mom.. since his dad... nvm

does anything you want

tells uncle aaron that any plans for the following days of the week had to be canceled

literally with you 24/7

he doesn't even goes to the store to go get snacks

mf uses go puff

"miles you need to go home" you speak laying on his chest as you were slowly but surely drifting off to sleep "Ya le envié un mensaje de texto a mi mamá que no voy a ninguna parte"

wake up the next day to breakfast in bed

y'all bfrl we kno damn well he can't cook 💀

he ordered dennys while you was still sleep and js fixed it up on a plate to make it LOOK like he did 😭

whenever you lash out at him and get to throwing shi he js let's you

"i swear to god you got me fucked up!" you throw the remote at him as he moves to the right dodge it.

overall is js a big cuddle bug and servant for you to use <3

miles morales 1610

is literally clueless

you've been acting weird and being bipolar asf the past three days

breaking point was when you got extra mat at him for accidentally knocking over a vase (that he caught so it didn't break) when he snuck in your room window

"is everything ok? ¿Tuviste un mal día?"

boy wants to cry when you tell him to leave

"bro, just leave me alone i'm not in the mood right now" freezes at the word bro

"ok i'll swing by tomorrow?" he looks back at you out trying to see if you'll change your mind "mhm yeah later"

is so sad bc you didn't even say you love him ☹️

when he walks in the front door of his house mama rio IMMEDIATELY senses something is wrong with her son

stops whatever tf she was doing main concern being miles

"miles baby what's wrong ?" he lets out a sigh "i think y/n is mad at me" then proceeds to explain the situation

rio then explains wdf is happening

miles feels SO bad for not knowing 😭

is at your house the next day with a shit load of chocolate, a pack or two of gatorade, and some extra strength tylenol

he then tells you what his mom recommended (like what to drink and which medication works the best)

gets scared and lowkey flinches when you get cramps 💀

(you see him do it but he tries to plays it off)

is cuddling with you all the time

you play a prank on him while sending him into the drugstore to go ask for a period product that doesn't exist-

THE HORROR ON HIS FACE 😭

jeff being concerned on why their child hasn't been home for the past 4 days (dw rio explains)

gwen stacy

at first doesn't really get why your attitude is bigger than normal

but after the second day immediately understands

"it's your t.o.m (time of month) huh ?" you look slightly embarrassed "yeah..."

WILL go to the store to get you whatever you need

y'all share heat pads no one can change my mind 🙄✋🏾

y'all have talks over which pads and tampons are the best

y'all debate over pads the only agreement being that wings are better

but the both of y'all agree that tampax is on top 💪🏾

she would always be over at your house because she uses you as an excuse to get away from her dad :(

if y'all ever got it around the same time all HELL would break loose 😭

both of yall would be just straight up mad with eachother

"what do you want to eat?" she looks over at you as y'all walking to the mall food court "oh anything's fine"

walks over towards the chic-fil-a section "oh wait i don't want chicken, how about taco bell?"

mf groans and roll her eyes "i want chic-fil-a, u said anything was fine!"

"well maybe i changed my mind! if you wanted something specific why would you ask me?!" people start to stare as the heat of the argument rises

yall eventually settle for smoothies from jamba juice

she's more cuddly than usual which is completely fine

you make jokes about being blood sisters 💀

she does not find them funny.

pavitr parabhakar

you avoid him like the plague

why? because you do not want to lash out at your sweet, sweet , baby boy for no reason 😭

pav is like so confused

thinks he did something wrong ☹️

"hi y/n!" your walking to class as you hear someone calling you from down the hall obviously recognizing the voice of your boyfriend you walk faster so he couldn't catch up to you in the crowded hallway

"y/n??" stands there like 🧍🏽‍♂️

he thinks you didn't hear him and is probably just trying to get to class early to turn in late homework or something

but later when you two are supposed to meet up for chai after school (like always) and you don't show up he knows your avoiding him

baby is SO SADDD 😭

the next day he finally catches up with you as you walk into the school building and asks you straight up "are you avoiding me?"

you began to feel like the absolute worst gf ever as you see the worry in his eyes "no baby, i just- i mean-" he slightly bends his back leaning to get eye level with you "is there someone else?"

your heart sinks to your ass 😭

"what no pavi swear!" "then why are you avoiding me?" you sigh, giving in and explain what's been going on

"oh" he then stands up straight you began to feel he's about to be disgusted about you bleeding from your literal vagina until he wraps his arm around your shoulder and drags you into the school building

"babe i'm gonna be honest with you, i really don't care you could've just told me"

walks you to class as if nothing's happened

best.boyfriend.ever

i feel like his spider sense would kind help him see your ina bad mood idk

pepper kisses on your face

but once he sees you cramping it's over with

he's gonna cuddle you and not let you go (you have to force him off of you when you have to use the restroom)

asks auntie maya about it and she tell him everything you need, how you might react, and how he needs to watch everything he does to not make you upset

doesn't hesitate to buy pads if you need em

is constantly by your side

he👏🏾is👏🏾your👏🏾personal👏🏾heat👏🏾pad

whenever you get angry or upset he immediately apologizes and blames himself bc he thinks that if ur upset than he obviously did something wrong.

he def runs you hot baths with epson salt

ends up getting a period tracker app on his phone to keep up-

y'all were watching moana and he was trying his hardest not to laugh. 😭

why? because you started crying when maui left moana all on her own 🙍🏾‍♀️

and cried harder when he came back-

y'all i feel like i went a lil overboard wit this one 😭

hobie brown

this mf here

he will literally be the worst person to be around

idk how bt he knew it was coming before YOU knew it was coming

like y'all could be chilling on his couch and out of nowhere he goes

"you're getting a visit from aunt flow (i googled this) tomorrow you know that right?"

you being confused bc "who da fuck is aunt flo.... wait-"

hobie will never tell how he knows when it's coming but hey at least he reminds you 🤷🏾‍♀️

literally loves to piss you off

he likes seeing you all riled up

it's just something about the way you scream and throw shit at him for leaving the tv on all night

kinda like miles(42)- instead when you throw shit he catches it

smug the entire time.

the amount of teasing is crazy

"do you think you'll get pregnant if we-" "no" 🙎🏾‍♀️

he isn't a complete asshole

eventually throughout all of the teasing he does whatever you want him to do

when your cramping he helps by rubbing his hand on your lower tummy in circles

he does buy steal you candy from the store

if your craving anything he will most def go get it for you and if you wanna cuddle he would

he'll obviously kno that you want to but makes you asks bc he like that 🤷🏾‍♀️

"you alright?" hobie asks leaning in the door way of his bedroom as he watches you hug your stomach on his bed "could you help?"

"sure luv what do you need?" like bitch-

if you need him to go get you more this mf WILL ask you what size your vagina is 😭 (weirdo)

OMG NO BC RMB THAT ONE BAYMAX SCENE WHEN HE WAS GETTING THAT GURL PADS ?! 😭

he stands in the drugstore on the isle with the women necessities (after getting your size) while a middle age woman sides eye him as she slowly reaches for her preferred option

(the lady is confused on why there's a tall ass, guitar playing, punk, holding a box of literal diva cups in his hand 💀)

he eventually gives up and asks the lady if the ones in her hand are any good

let's just say he walks out the store with 4 months supply of period products

overall he's an asshole.. but he's your asshole 😫🤞🏾

miguel o'hara

now he's a little older so he isn't dumb

but he isn't the smartest either

a lot of people say miguel is sweet... no he's not

like bffr we see how SASSY this mf is in the movie 👏🏾😭

i feel like this mf would argue you down whenever your in a bad mood

"get the fuck out my way!" you scream at one of the peters as they bump into you knocking your food out your hand "damn what crawled up your ass and died"

you turn around to see nun other than your boyfriend

"you apparently, do you ever take a day off" his eyebrow raises a little "and leave you idiots running this place?" you roll your eyes as you walk over to grab a duplicate of what you just dropped

miguel notices how your more snappy at him, in fact you've been snappy the past couple days

"hey what's up with you?" he asks, yeah you guys bicker but it's usually playful flirting

"i don't kno, how would you feel if you were bleeding from your vagina?"

he finally gets it

later at home he walks in with a walmart bag of candy, a new fluffy blanket, and a gift card that has "im sorry" written on the front

he would stop picking with you knowing your attitude can go from 0-100 rq

like i mention with hobie and miles(42) i feel like he would just listen as you yell and throw shit at him

but because of his huge size he just sits there unfazed as you throw a literal flashlight at him (where you found it? no one knows.)

he would only cuddle with you at night saying "it's the only way i can sleep" when you know he just wants you to feel better

yes i got impatient with hobie and miguel.

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liliacamethyst · 11 months

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Okay okay, theory,

So I’ve always though Miguel had wolf spider like powers, so claws, fangs, heightened senses that include smelling and hearing mainly

I feel like after a certain point in the pregnancy Miguel might be able to smell the hormones (hormones rise in the first trimester drastically) and dogs can smell pregnancy. So like maybe the main character tries to avoid him if they know OOP🙏

Love the story btw I’m obsessed 😭😭✌️

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THIS is so good and I can totally see it.

Unfortunately it doesn’t fit to my storyline as I have already went in a slightly different direction but here is a altenative Drabble to how Miguel finds out spider sun is pregnant with your theory (I really hope you enjoy it 🌙, and it is what you were looking for)

The tension in the Spider Society headquarters was almost tangible as you stepped into the main hall. Ever since your encounter with Miguel, you've been avoiding him as much as possible, doing everything in your power to remain out of his radar.

But the Spider Society is not a large place and despite your best efforts you were bound to cross paths with Miguel eventually. It was simply inevitable.

The moment you caught sight of Miguel, your heart thumped wildly in your chest. You took a step back, ready to leave the area. But then he turned and your paths locked. He squints as if he’s trying to read your mind or something. Your palms get sweaty, and you look around to see if anyone else is watching this very intense staring contest you didn't sign up for.

“Hey,” you stammer.

“Hey,” he replies. His nostrils do this little twitchy thing and you wonder if he’s about to sneeze or something.

“Uh, you good? You look like you’re sniffing out a bomb or something,” you joke.

Miguel goes silent for a second and then, his eyes widen. You can practically see the gears turning in his head. This is the moment you’ve been dreading. Damn his heightened senses! Miguel had always been able to pick up on the smallest changes in his environment.

“Wait a second,” he says, almost whispering. His voice cracks a little.

“Wait a second, what?” you retort, really wanting to just sprint out of the room. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re pretty sure everyone in the room can hear it.

“You... are you...” he doesn’t finish the sentence.

You let out a dramatic sigh.

“You’re pregnant!” he exclaims, louder than you'd like.

The room goes quiet for a second and you can feel all eyes on you. You're red as a tomato. Way to keep a secret.

You lean in and whisper sharply, “Could you say it louder? I don’t think the whole multiverse heard you.”

He looks flabbergasted and steps back, rubbing his face. You can see his brain is working overtime.

“Is it...?” He doesn't finish his question, but you know what he means.

“Wow, Sherlock, your senses are really on point today” you reply, sarcasm dripping from each word.

Miguel's face softens, his fierce demeanor crumbling. He looks almost vulnerable. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he says ever so softly.

You shrug. “You didn’t let me.”

#miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara Drabble #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara

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falling behind part three

pairing: college miguel o'hara x spanish speaking fem reader (translation provided)

contents: new character included :p, smut, fingering, protected p in v, attempted robbery

author's note: ok ok, here's the actual part. sorry about yesterday’s rick roll 😭 (hope y’all are fed for now 🤫)

word count: 4.6K+

falling behind falling behind part two

If Miguel would've imagined that accepting the job that he'd been wanting for months would've ended up with you in tears in front of his bedroom door, he wouldn't have bothered to make the effort at all. He saw your lip quivering as you tried to maintain your composure, beckoning him to come outside in the belief that Dana was inside his room. He shut the door and slumped against it, looking over at the audio playing as he internally cringed inside. He shut off the recording, Dana's annoying moans coming to a halt as the lullaby of your favorite song faded out.

He watched as you awkwardly paced around the living room, the scent of fresh takeout overwhelming his senses. "Where's Dana?" You inquired before asking anything else and he rubbed the back of his neck. He stayed quiet, his tall frame looming over you as he thought of a way to respond to your question. "Miguel. I'm asking you nicely here. Where's Dana?"

"She's not here. I didn't cheat you on you. I used a stupid recording of when we slept together to give you the impression that we were," he finally responded, leaving you completely flabbergasted. "And why in God's green earth would you want to give me the impression that you're cheating?" You responded, your voice completely laced with venom and rage as you spoke.

“She blackmailed me. Said she needed a boyfriend in order to complete some clause for her inheritance and if i didn't play the role of being her boyfriend then she'd leak a old sex tape to Alchemax," he spoke, his eyes darting around the room before eventually landing on yours. "You could've just told me that. You could've communicated with me, Miguel," you sounded so dejected as you spoke and he mentally kicked himself as he looked at you.

"So instead of talking to me, you decided to pretend to cheat on me so i'd break up with you and you'd take the easy way out?" You asked after a couple seconds, your eyes finding his immediately. "You might've not cheated on me, but you completely betrayed my trust and that's something I can't forgive you for. I'll help you get rid of the sex tape and when this semester ends, i'm moving out."

Miguel sat down at the living room table as he took a bite out of the food you'd brought home, his throat constricting as he swallowed it down. While he was aware that his history with women wasn't exactly the best, he'd genuinely liked spending time with you. The worst part about it seemed to be that despite the fact of his betrayal towards you, you seemed willing to help him out. The food that normally would have him salivating at just the scent now had him nauseated, the food coming down like rocks.

He eventually finished up his plate, leaving yours in the microwave before he walked over to his room. He heard soft sniffles coming out of your room and his heart dropped down to his feet, evidence of his betrayal in the tears rolling down your face. He didn't say anything though, not feeling like it was his place to check up on you anymore. He was faced with his actions as he looked down at his bed, being with nothing but emptiness.

You avoided Miguel like the plague around the apartment throughout the next couple days, only coming out of your room when you were certain that he wasn't in the house and staying late out so you wouldn't be confronted with having to see him. You saw the pride in Dana's face when she saw that miguel no longer walked you to class or waited for you after, her claws sinking into him immediately as she started to parade her ‘relationship’ around.

"It's like we're soulmates, y'know? He just had to date a couple tramps to find his way back to me," you overheard speaking to her friends, laughter erupting from the group as you walked past. You bit back your tongue as the brim of your waterline stung with the tears you were retaining, rushing out the corridor to head back to the apartment. You were seated at the living room table, procrastinating on your homework by texting your mom if you could go and live back home after winter break.

While the commute would take a bit over an hour, you couldn't stand to live with Miguel any longer. In a place that had once provided you with comfort of shared kisses and laughter now provided you with the memory of him betraying your trust. You looked up from your phone when Miguel came in through the door, his hair looking disheveled and his lab coat wrinkly. "So I know you said you were planning to help me out with the whole Dana situation and I understand if you changed your mind about it all. But I'm taking her out tonight to some stupid gala that her family's having, so you'll have all the access to her room."

You hated Miguel for putting you in this situation and most importantly, you hated yourself for apparently not being able to deny him anything. Miguel had left you with the spare key to her apartment before he went out, the small object feeling like a burden the longer you carried it. You stepped into her apartment, immediately being treated with the scent of fake gardenias and roses. Your nose scrunched up as you made your way up the stairs, pictures of her hanging up on the wall.

You walked into her bedroom and shimmied past the discarded clothes on the floor before bending down over her desk, turning her computer on. You groaned as you looked at the page impending the password input, cursing miguel out internally. You texted Miguel regarding what the password was, a loud laughter escaping from your lips as you read what the password was supposed to be.

After typing out 'danaandmiguel4ever' and cringing internally, you began looking through the unlabeled files to find something worth of value. You found what kept her in a position of power, having blackmail worthy material of everyone she approached. Her loud moans filled up the room after you clicked on a file, Miguel coming up on the screen. You loaded the file up on a flash drive just in case Miguel wanted access to it before deleting the file completely off Dana's hard drive. You looked around, expecting her to keep copies on some flash drives but to your luck, it seemed she hadn't thought it out that far yet.

The mission went by pretty smoothly and you left the flash drive on the table, unable to smell Dana's perfume on his clothes when he came back home. You retreated back to your room, looking up at the ceiling as you tried not to fall into the old cycle of crying until you fell asleep. The part that had hurt you the most about this whole situation was the fact that Miguel had gone to those extremes to lie about what he was involved in, showing you no ounce of the trust that you'd once displayed in him.

Winter break approached you rather quickly and you found yourself packing up the contents of your room instead of going out to enjoy the snow like your classmates were. Miguel stood at your doorway awkwardly as you finished putting the last of your clothes in boxes, his fingertips tapping against the hinges. "For the record, you were the best roommate I ever had," he mumbled, the words coming out so fast that you would missed them had his presence not haunted you the way it does. "You were the worst fucking boyfriend I ever had."

Your mom instantly greeted you with a hug when you came back home, helping you put the boxes away in your room. She didn't pry much on the issue, partly because she wanted to respect your privacy and partly because she was too concerned with the tamale dough on the stove. "¿Tu crees que 50 tamales es suficiente?" She turned to look at you and you instantly shook your head, stepping into the kitchen to get a Topo Chico. (you think 50 tamales is enough?)

"Seria suficiente si solo se comieran uno. Pero tu sabes que ellos se comen dos o tres," you pointed out, opening up the water as you took a sip. (it would be enough if they only ate one. but you know that they eat two or three) "¿Puedes llamar a tus tias, porfa? No puedo hacer todo esto sola," she asked after some careful deliberation and you pulled her phone out her purse to text your aunts. (can you call your aunts, please? i can’t do all this alone)

You found a message thread between Miguel and your mom, most of the conversations being him asking how she was. A message popped up about some lab results that were ready for her but you quickly pushed any negative thoughts away, assuring yourself that it was probably something routine. You felt your heart swell a little bit at how much he'd connected with your family but you quickly extinguished that flame.

Your aunts came over a few minutes later after you sent out the text, surprise evident when they saw you back home. They instantly bombarded you with questions about your relationship with Miguel and you found yourself stringing them along for a lie, not wanting to face that judgement once more. You could practically hear them reprimanding you for not being able to keep a boyfriend so you decided to just lie, saying that your tuition didn't cover the cost of your living this term.

They tried to string you along to make tamales with them, but eventually just put you to fill and fold when you failed. Your fingers hurting from folding the masa for most of the afternoon, but the tamales had come out triple the amount that your mom had set up originally. You felt the realization that they would expecting Miguel at the christmas eve dinner hit you, immediately hating yourself for even having to ask him.

"Hello?" Miguel spoke through the other line, exhaustion evident in his voice as he spoke. "Hey, I hope I’m not bothering you. My family's having a dinner and I was hoping that you could join me, I told them we were still together. You're free to say no if you want, obviously. But there's going to be tamales," you spoke, picking at pieces of dough stuck on your forehead as you balanced the phone between your shoulder and ear. "I'll be there. Not just for the tamales."

You woke up the next morning to the smell of fresh pan dulce and as you walked to the kitchen, you noticed your mom and Miguel eating in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. While you had debated on telling your mom that the two of you had broken up, to seek that motherly comfort, a part of you didn't want to after seeing how well Miguel connected with her. "Buenos dias, mija. Miguel trajo pan dulce y yo hize un chocolate si tienes hambre," your mom greeted you when you came into view, going back to talk with miguel after. (good morning, daughter. miguel brought sweet bread and i made some chocolate if you’re hungry)

You sat down on the couch, taking a bite out of the oreja as the taste of cinnamon filled up your senses. You could notice through the corner of your eye that as miguel was speaking with your mom, he couldn't help but keep his eyes off you. You bit down on your tongue lost in thought, the sting replacing the fluttery feeling on your chest. "Maldita sea," you grumbled, your mom's gaze finding you immediately. (damn it) "Oye, quieres que te lave la boca?" She inquired, her brows furrowed and you immediately shook your head, going back to sipping your hot chocolate. (hey, you want me to wash your mouth out?)

The dinner approached you slowly and you immediately dreaded having to be in a room with Miguel once more, your defenses weakening every time that you saw the side of him you fell in love with him. You decided to wear a cream sweater and jeans, something that wouldn't cause too much commotion between your family before heading downstairs. You saw that everybody was already out in the living room, Miguel included as he played loteria with your cousins. You couldn't help but notice that your mom seemed a bit distant from the family, your concern only rising when you heard her having a coughing fit. You tried to ask her about it but she dismissed it, saying that she was fine.

After the dinner ended, you found your way out to the balcony to watch the fireworks and get a bit of fresh air. You heard the door open but you didn't have to look back to know who was already there, his presence would always leave a mark on you whether you wanted to admit it or not. "I got you something. It's kinda stupid in retrospect but I hope you like it," he spoke up, coming up next to you as he handed you a box. Inside the box, there was a bracelet with small charms of the fake dates that the two of you had went on.

"Thanks," you mumbled, putting the bracelet on as you tried to push down the butterflies in your stomach. "I didn't get you anything for Christmas, my bad," you added, keeping your gaze on the fireworks so you wouldn't have to face him once more. "Por favor mirame. Quiero ver esos ojitos que me encantan tanto," he spoke softly and you turned to look at him, being enveloped in a kiss. The kiss felt needy as your mouths collided, pure longing being shown. (please look at me. i want to see those eyes that i love so much)

As the party started winding down, you and Miguel found your way back to your bedroom. You knew that this was purely out of need, reaffirming to yourself that you still loathed him as you pushed your pants down. The two of you settled on your bed, the smell of his cologne mixing with your perfume. His hand started rubbing you through your panties, the tips of fingers prodding at the entrance of your clit through the material. You hated the way that your body reacted to every touch from him, the way that he made you wet without much effort.

He hooked his fingers on your panties, sliding them as they pooled on the floor. you slipped your feet out of them, your legs spreading as one of his fingers went inside you. Your mouth parted as you felt the sheer size of his finger stretching you out, only being used to yours. Your walls clenched around him, almost sucking his finger in as he pushed it in and out of you. You relaxed the best you could despite the intrusion, your slick covering his finger as he worked it inside you.

Once he stretched your walls enough, he pushed another finger inside to fill you up. You pressed a hand against your mouth to hide the heavy breaths you were releasing. You tried to close your legs around his hand as he brushed up against a sensitive spot against you, but he pried your legs open. His thumb toyed with your clit, finding the stimulation that you wanted as his eyes locked with yours. Once he found his rhythm, you couldn't help the shaking in your legs as he pushed his fingers and out of you.

"Look me in the eyes while I make you cum and tell me that you still hate me, mama," he whispered as his fingers worked you over that edge. Your muffled moans and squelching filled up the room, your eyes shutting out of instinct. While you couldn't deny the immense euphoria that Miguel was providing you with, you also didn't want to acknowledge the fact that no matter how hard you tried, you'd never be able to hate him. There seemed to be a silent understanding between the two of you as he worked you over that crescendo, your legs shaking as he brought you over that edge.

He took his fingers out of your cunt slowly, bringing them up to his mouth as he sucked off your slick. He left your room after cleaning up in the bathroom, not saying a word. You were left on your bed with your chest heaving and panties on the floor, reprimanding yourself for your actions. You glanced over at the stuffed animals on your bed, their beady eyes almost seeming to judge you for the events that had unfolded. You turned them around, laying down on your bed as you tried to forget about the whole thing.

Ignoring Miguel was pretty easy when the new semester rolled around since your schedules were virtually the opposite with his new job. You decided to try to find a new group of friends, replacing miguel as your tutor with someone else. "Hi, is this spot taken?" You asked the man reading braille at one of the tables. "No, I've just been kinda waiting for someone to come up to me and ask for tutoring. I’m Matt. Matt Murdock," he introduced himself, his voice velvety as he spoke. You introduced yourself to him, explaining what you needed help with.

His hand brushed against yours while the two of you were studying, and while he was an attractive man and he seemed to be attentive to you, no attraction ignited inside of you. "You're going into law, right? How's that going?" You pondered, looking over at him as his brows furrowed a bit. "Sorry, Foggy's in my statistics class and he can't stop talking about how you two are on the path to becoming great avocados," you added, a small chuckle coming out the man. "Abogados, actually. But yeah, I am. What are you going into?" (lawyers)

The two of you continued to have a conversation, finding him easy to talk to despite the initial awkwardness. You exited the library after everyone had left, finishing up some touches on your essay when you bumped into someone on your way out.

"Oh shit, my bad," you mumbled, stepping back to look at Miguel standing there with a stern look on his face. "Are you replacing me? Is that what this is?" He asked, completely disregarding your apology as he stared down at you. "You don't have a right to ask me those questions anymore, Miguel. It's none of your business," you responded, staring at him with the same intensity.

"In the contrary, I think it is my business," he responded, his eyes narrowing just the slightest bit as he saw your nose flare up. "You lost those rights the moment you made me believe you were with Dana," you countered, walking away from him to start your commute back home. You instantly regretted having stayed at the library so late as you waited in the bus station, the light on the sidewalk barely flickering as it tried to stay lit.

You were scrolling through your phone, looking at the bus station when you felt the cold press of a metal against your forehead. "Give me your backpack and we won't have a problem," the man told you, his finger on the trigger as the gun dug deeper. Though you didn't have many valuables in your backpack apart from your laptop, you refused to give in to him despite your trembling figure.

The gun clicked as he pulled the trigger, much to your luck before he was taken off the ground. You looked over to the man in the spandex red and blue suit, the superhero that was starting to get picked up on the news as Spider-Man. While you never had anything against the hero, his appearance surprised you since he was mostly dealing with city-level threats when you saw him.

“Thank you," you told the masked man, approaching him once he finished tying the man in some webs. "Don't you know how dangerous it is to be out in the street this late?!" His voice boomed from behind the mask, your brows scrunching up as you recognized it. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," you muttered, picking up your backpack from the bench. "Look, I get it. You hate me, whatever, but come back and stay at the apartment just for tonight. This bus doesn't pass by this late anyway."

Once more, you found yourself in the old apartment. you felt that sense of nostalgia as you stepped in through the door, the memories of what you'd been through with Miguel flooding your senses. "What about your new roommate?" You asked, staying close to the door the way someone estranged would. "I never needed a roommate, and even if I did, I don't think I have it in me to replace you," he responded, taking off his mask as he tossed it to the side.

You weren't sure if it was the adrenaline coursing through your veins or if it was just the fact that you missed him, but you kissed him. His hands found their way to the small of your back as he held you up, his head dipping down to meet yours. "Coño, como te extraño," he mumbled once the two of you separated, his mouth slightly parted as his chest heaved. (fuck, how i miss you) "Entonces enseñame." (then show me)

The two of you found his way to his bedroom after that, the stupid posters that you'd made fun of him for still hanging on the walls. His lips attacked your neck, kissing every inch of skin that was made available to him. His teeth grazed on the skin softly and you felt something prick the side of your neck, looking over to see that Miguel had fangs now. "So you're like a spider-boy?" You asked, deciding to tease him a little bit.

"For you, I’ll be whatever you need me to be," he mumbled, not bothering to raise his head as he continued to kiss his way down your neck. He took off your shirt with caution, slowly, almost like he wanted to give you the chance to back out if you so had the desire. He took off the spidersuit, his cock completely exposed as he helped you get rid of the last garments you had on. "You're telling me you go fight crime booty butt naked?"

He rolled his eyes, ignoring the question as he reached over to grab something from his bedside table. You couldn't help but notice that he still had some old polaroids of the two of you together in the mixture of all the chaos he had in there, before your attention was brought back to the subject in hand. You felt a cold liquid hitting your pussy, looking down to see that Miguel was putting some lube on the condom he'd grabbed before slipping it on.

He pushed his cock slowly inside of you, stretching you out beyond belief with just the girth. You felt so full, so certain that he'd put it in all the way. "Is it in?" You inquired, being met with a small laugh in response. "You're really boosting my ego here. No, that's just the tip," he responds, sliding in a bit further once your walls opened up to him. His hand met yours in a intimate gesture as he eased his way in, squeezing your hand reassuringly to get your mind off the sting in between your legs.

"You're doing so well for your first time, mi corazón," he whispered, bringing his head down to your neck as he left another mark on your skin. He retracted his cock, pushing it in one swift motion that had you gripping the sheets already. "Tan mojada y apenas comenzamos," he spoke, more so to himself, as he started off a easy rhythm to get you adjusted to it. (so wet and we just started) You could tell that he was holding back and while you appreciated it for the time being, you felt yourself growing needy fast.

"Please," you spoke up, looking up at him as his cock retracted once more, your legs wrapping around his waist. "Please what, mama? You'll have to use your words," he responded, his eyes twinkling with mischief under the moonlight. "Please stop holding back," you responded, his hips snapping into yours before you could even finish your sentence. His hands found their way to your hips, raising them a bit as his cock slid deeper into you.

Your mouth was parted as moans escaped from your lips, none of them being his name which started to annoy Miguel quickly. He understood that you didn't want to acknowledge what this might mean for the both of you, but he didn't want you to deny that he was the one giving you the pleasure that you desired. His thrusts got more punishing, deeper and faster, as he made it his newfound goal to make you scream out his name while he made you cum.

"Oh my god, Miguel!" You moaned, feeling his cock hit you in places you hadn't even reached before. The ridges of his cock stimulated your pussy with every thrust, his cock sliding against your g-spot with every thrust that he took. "That's it, good girl. Let me know who's pleasing you this good," he babbled, raising your legs up to his shoulders to allow him to get a deeper angle. His hand came down to your clit, stimulating it as he felt your walls clenching around him tighter and tighter with every thrust that he took.

Your feet dug into Miguel’s shoulder blades as you came, your orgasm washing over you slowly but effectively. Your release coated the condom completely, a squelch coming out every time he slipped in and out of you. Miguel’s head went back as his body grew slack, ropes of his cum filling up the condom. The two of you took a moment to bask in the afterglow, of not having to face whatever repercussions awaited you before he slid out of you, taking off the condom and discarding it.

You quickly got dressed, wanting to escape the situation and every memory that this apartment provided you with. "Stay with me, please," he told you, putting on a pair of Star Wars pajama pants on. "I can't do that," you responded, brushing over your wrinkled clothes as you avoided all eye contact with him. "And why not?" He asked, stepping closer to you as he held your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Because I like you too much and it hurts, Miguel. I've tried hating you and I can't. I wish I didn’t feel anything towards you and just being around you lowers my defenses," you admitted, stepping back from him as you made your way out.

Your phone rang as you were walking down the street, distracting you from your thoughts. You looked at it to see that it had a 'scam likely' stamp on it, but a gut feeling told you that you should answer it. "Hi, we're calling from Nueva York’s Presbyterian Hospital," the woman on the phone told you, asking you questions about your relation with your mom. "She's just been admitted but visiting hours are over now. You're welcome to come over tomorrow," the woman told you before hanging up.

You stared at the black screen, completely in shock as it snowed around you. While she showed signs of being ill, you hadn't paid much attention to them after she assured you that she'd been fine. You weren't sure of where to go, the house felt too empty without her and your friends wouldn't understand. You turned around, knocking on Miguel’s door and embracing him a tight hug once he opened the door, tears rolling down your cheeks.

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