#miguel drabble

[angelltheninth]

One Inch at a Time

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time (with Miguel), size kink, cockwarming, gentle sex, nipple, cock riding, affirmation, porn without plot

Word count: 1k

Ao3

A/N: I think Miguel has a real gentle side to him when having sex cause of his size.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Miguel hissed as he watched you position yourself on top of him. Normally he would be on top but he figured since you commented on never having someone as big as him before it would be best to let you ride his cock at your own pace. He couldn’t stop his big hands from shaking as he grabbed hold of your hips, lifting you up, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit and your slick dripping down on it and down his length, “Oh fuck.” His cock pulsed with need.

He couldn’t just bury himself inside of you, he needed to wait, for your sake.

“Miguel. What’s wrong? You said I could ride you.” He’d been fingering you and eating your pussy for the past hour or so, leaving it slobbering wet, “If I’m not wet enough now I don’t think I’ll ever be.” There was also his cock, with the head sticky with pre-cum, looking so tasty. You knew well how tasty he was, you spend many nights fucking your fingers and toys while he fucked your mouth, but now was finally your pussy’s turn.

Eagerness aside you knew he would be a lot for you to take, most your toys paled in comparison to his size and thickness. It was a little scary when you saw him for the first time but you sucked on his cock like your life depended on it and have only gotten better at it since.

One of your favorite ways to suck him off was while he was in his chair, your knees propped up on his shoulders and his hands holding your ass cheeks firmly, his tongue poking, licking and prodding at your pussy, your tongue vibrating against his cock from the mutual pleasure. You watched him fuck many if his toys from the videos you sent each other too, imagining it was your pussy instead. “Gonna fuck you just like this sweetheart, just like this.” Miguel would promise as he would unload into the toy, showing you how much flowed out after.

“I did say that, and you can ride me. I... don’t want to see you hurt yourself. I know I’m a lot and there no need to take all of me.” He was always mindful of his larger size in comparison to you. The fact that he could toss you around like a ragdoll, or use you like a fuckdoll in this case made him mind go places he was scared to bring you along for. “If I hurt you... I wouldn’t forgive myself. This is supposed to be pleasurable for us both.”

“And when have you denied me my pleasure, Miguel? Did I ever tell you I was unhappy with your performance? Were you with mine?” You teased as you tried to break free from his hands, only riling him up further.

“You know I’m happy. Promise me to go slow.” This felt like something you should be asking him, he’s the one with the massive cock. When you smiled and nodded, batting your lashes at him you felt his grip let up, not leave but ease a little. With a deep breath and an encouraging smile you stretched yourself around the tip, “You have no idea how much I want to go all in. I’ve been thinking about fucking that pussy for months now.”

Shit, you thought you could take him easier. Your dildos don’t do him justice at all, and after this you know for sure that they won’t. “I wanted your cock so many times Miguel, on so many nights. When I’d see you walk back I wanted to drop down and suck you off so bad. You drive me crazy, not having your cock drives me crazy.”

“How do you think I feel?” Miguel’s eyes roamed your body, taking in all the hickies he left so far, going all the way down to your clit, “With a body like that it’s a miracle you haven’t brought me to the brink of insanity yet. Every time I see you my cock gets hard, its impossible not to think about fucking you day and night. Although I don’t think your body can handle that.” He had such a smug aura about him as he gloated about his stamina. Cocky, for good reason too.

“You let me worry about what I can or can’t take okay? You stay hard for me hm?” Yeah, like you needed to tell him that, he had the opposite problem. “You... feel... so... good... inside... me.” With every word you sunk down a little more, your whimpering painful and a big distraction for Miguel.

“Stop if you can’t-”

“I can!” You persist, taking more before you have to stop, your pussy clamping down around his cock, your nails scratching down his abs, leaving marks you didn’t mean to leave. “S-Shit. Sorry. Let me try again.” You gave him a small smile, your body trembling above his.

Miguel bit his lip and tried to soothe you by massaging your thighs. His contact was reassuring, as was the warm way his eyes looked at you. Maybe you didn’t have to take him but you wanted to, more then anything you wanted to feel his cock fully sheathed inside you and... “Fuck! Oh my god... yes...! Finally where you belong.” You almost felt dizzy, orgasming as soon as he was inside, “N-Not yet.”

“Oh. Hey. Look at me.” You let tears of frustration run down your cheeks when he cupped your face, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m really, really proud of you okay? You’ve a good girl for me, taking me all the way like this.” Miguel beconed you closer for a sweet, comforting kiss, “Rest. My cock will stay hard for you when you’re ready to go again.”

No one had a boyfriend more understanding then you, in any universe. You snuggled against Miguel’s strong, soft chest, your walls pulsing and trembling around his cock, feeling little squirts of cum pumping inside of you but for all that Miguel didn’t move, he wasn’t tense but fully relaxed underneath you, his knees bent just a little as his hands explored your bare back, shushing an comforting you. You gave him your all, which is more then he ever dared to ask, he couldn’t be happier.

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[salsakiyoomi]

the first time miguel met you, he was on patrol.

he saved you from a falling building that you were standing under with a dumbfounded expression on and unmoving — he managed to get you to safety but as soon as you were far away from danger, he was scolding you, telling you something about how you should get your damn legs moving when there’s rubble falling from above.

you had apologized at the time with a shaky voice, telling him how much you panicked that you froze — he only scoffed in response, mumbling about how you should be more careful before swinging away.

of course, at the time you only knew him as the snarky and rude spiderman of nueva york.

the second time miguel met you was on the sidewalk while he was heading for his job.

it was a nice morning, a soft breeze rippled his clothes and the sun kissed his skin warmly, he figured he'd stop for a coffee and that it wouldn’t hurt if he walked the way to the office, right?

before he knew it, your body was colliding with his and his coffee spilled to the ground ( thankfully not on his shirt, though ) he muttered a few curses in spanish, staring at the crumpled cup that used to be his drink, now spilled on the ground — it wasn’t until he registered the panicked apologies that he realized it was you.

the same civilian he saved a few days ago.

you looked out of place, in a rush with a white blouse that was half tucked into your black pants, your hair a bit of a mess as if you had just gotten out of bed.

you looked like you were late to work, and in your hurried steps, you had accidentally bumped into a stranger.

miguel told you that it was fine and you shouldn't worry about it in a rather passive aggressive tone but that didn’t cut your apologies short and instead you offered to buy him another coffee and when he refused, you dragged him to the nearest coffeehouse anyway and insisted that you’d buy him another drink in compensation for the one you made him spill

miguel figured he couldn’t refuse you at that point, you seemed rather insistent and stubborn, so he gave in to your offer and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to have his spilled coffee replaced.

despite having his morning ruined by bumping into someone, you out of all people —  he’d say his day went great actually.

the third time miguel met you was at a work party.

he thought the voice he heard talking to another coworker sounded all too familiar, so when he turned around to see who it was, surely enough it was you, in a pretty little panel skirt red dress — your hair and make up done almost too well, and you didn't look hurried or panicked like the last two times he had seen you, rather, you looked relaxed, confident even, a soft smile on your painted red lips, and sparkling eyes as you spoke to your colleague.

miguel's mouth was practically agape as he drank the sight of you in — how come you were so pretty?

well, you were always pretty, he thinks, it was just amplified now.

especially with the way that dress fitted your body so good — miguel wondered how come he has never seen you at the office before.

miguel’s feet had a mind of their own because moments later he found himself walking over to you, drink in hand.

your eyes widened with recognition and you were immediately stumbling over your words, realizing he was the man you bumped into a week ago and spilled his coffee, but most importantly, the big bad scary boss of alchemax that you were meeting for the very first time, and he was offering you a drink.

you accepted it, of course.

two drinks later and you may have gotten too tipsy that you started telling him about how spiderman saved you one time, held you and scolded you. miguel could only laugh in response, because unbeknownst to you, they were the same person.

but then you started ranting about how you had the fattest crush on him and miguel almost choked on his drink — he knew if you were sober, you would've probably never said that out loud.

instead, he humored you, listened to you rant about the superhero and how attracted you were to him with an amused smile on his face — the first smile miguel had ever worn at the office.

of course, all of the other employees were stunned at how their boss seemed so relaxed and maybe even amused for the first time — considering how much he hated office parties, and well, the office in general.

several drinks later and at the end of the night, miguel was walking you out of the office building because you were too drunk not to trip over your own feet, he asked you if you had a ride home which you responded to with a slurred 'no'.

miguel decided, since he was a superhero, he’d save you just one more time and drive you home to safety, just without the mask this time.

midway through the drive home, you started rambling on again, this time about how you thought miguel himself was attractive, he let out a surprised laugh, it sounded a bit choked before he decided to tease you and ask you why you thought he was attractive.

you shrugged, your cheeks flushed form the alcohol and eyes half lidded before you murmured, "you remind me of spiderman."

he only chuckled a bit in response to that, and decided to not push it any further so you wouldn't somehow uncover his secret identity in your drunken state.

fifteen minutes later and he was parked under your apartment complex building, at least the one you pointed at, he asked you if you could get up to your apartment on your own to which you gave him a sheepish smile and shook your head.

he decided that it wouldn't hurt if he helped you to your doorstep.

surely enough, it was a struggle to get you out of the car, your legs shook and you leaned all your weight on him, mumble out incoherent 'sorry's and 'excuse me's.

miguel held you against him, an entertained smile on his face — it's the end of the night, your make up has worn out a bit and your hair was gathered into a ponytail to keep it out of your face — and even though you looked dazed from the one too many drinks you had, miguel though you still looked pretty, too pretty.

he got you into the elevator and you pressed the key to your floor, you leaned on him for support, letting out a soft hiccup once in a while — "i'm not…always like this, i swear." you said in a small voice, your words a quiet mumble. miguel laughed, shaking his head at you, "it's fine."

once you reached your floor, miguel helped you find your keys in your purse to open the door to your apartment — you managed so successfully, "i'm sure you'll be okay from here on out, yeah?" miguel asked, a hand on your back to support you still.

you nodded, turning to face him — a moment of silence passed with you just staring at him, before you leaned over to him, standing on your tippy toes and pressing your body against his, your lips touched his in a soft peck — though it was enough for him to get a taste of you, a whiff of your sweet perfume , and it was a little too much for him to process, the feel of your body against his, the softness of your lips fitted with his, and his heart was doing cartwheels.

you pulled away, gazing up at him, before softly murmuring "you're so pretty."

and then you smiled, walking into you apartment and shutting the door behind you, leaving miguel stunned and with the taste of you lingering on his mouth.

fuck, you were too pretty.

#this is so cheesy im so sorry #atsv #spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv drabbles #atsv fluff #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel drabble #miguel spiderman #miguel fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader

[htmljoon]

Imagine Miguel has slowly been falling for his personal assistant at work, as much as he’s been trying to ignore those feelings. He plays them off as fondness for a coworker, you had a mentor mentee relationship, of course he’d care for you. But he realizes just how deep his feelings truly are when he’s been at the office all night, not even realizing it had gotten well into the morning of the next day. He’d been so strung out and hyper fixated on the project that was due by the end of week that he’d completely lost track of time. The blank eyes behind his glasses are slowly scanning the documents on his laptop screens, deep blues painting his unusually pale skin just below them, clear evidence of his exhaustion. But his heart stops, and the room feels a little warmer, a little more colorful, when he hears you down the hall. The familiar hissing sound of the espresso machine stirs something in him, but it was white background noise compared to your beautiful voice. You were singing a song like you were up on a stage, full of emotion and enchanting like a siren. “Through drought and famine, natural disasters, my baby has been around for me…” You performed, deft hands working the latte maker like you did every morning for your boss. Soon the mechanic whirring stopped, giving Miguel an even better listen to your captivating music. His heart was pounding between his lungs, all fatigue having been stripped with each passing note. His eyes widened as the click of your heels grew closer, your humming growing louder, and then you startled in the doorway, nearly dropping the latte you made for him every morning. “Shi—“ you caught yourself before the curse word slipped out in front of your boss. You heaved a loud, breathless sigh, gripping your chest and doubling over. “Oh my god, you scared me, Mr. O’Hara! What are you doing here so early, sir?” He prayed you didn’t catch the pink hues dusting his cheeks, or the way he couldn’t take his eyes off of you and you stepped closer. The gentle smile you gave him as you set his morning coffee down on his desk had butterflies blooming in his stomach. All he wanted to do was grab that hand and reel you in so he could crash his lips against yours. “Just… prepping the project that’s due Friday,” he grumbled in a gravely voice, throat dry from lack of use. You sucked your teeth and shook your head. “You’ve been up all night? That won’t do at all. I’ll order breakfast from that place you like down the street. They have breakfast empanadas, right?” But you had already pulled out your phone to search the menu, giving him another glance and smile that has his knees weak before you typed away on your screen and headed back for the door. When he glanced down at his mug, his gaze stuck on the heart you drew next to his name, and his breath hitched in his throat. He could melt in your presence, you burned as brightly as the sun. And there was no denying he was falling in love with you.

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[cheonstapes]

i can’t sleep _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

thinking of nerd! miguel with a onlyfans that he keeps a secret from you!! he doesn’t want you to see all the slutty pics he posts, let alone all the people who simp for your man.

he tries so hard to hide it from you but truthfully, he really, really wanted you to find it.

you always know who to punish him good.

＼( 'ω')／ sleep time now !! i started a fic for this already and will post it tomorrow when it’s finished :) its 1 am but i just wanna say thank you for all the love 💗 can’t believe it’s only been a day since i started writing and i’ve already reached milestone’s i never expected. xxxxxxx thank youuu ✌︎('ω')✌︎

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[malthegal101]

NSFW MDNI !

Miguel with a pussy has my whole heart...!

The way he'd grind against pillows and blankets, the way he'd hump your thighs and shoes so desperately, he thinks with his cunt exclusively...!

#x reader #spiderverse smut #miguel drabble #miguel o hara #atvs #miguel o hara smut #gn reader

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Miguel O'Hara having you bent over the kitchen counter, legs spread wide and back arched. His enormous hands on your hips, holding onto you with bruising strength while he pounds you.

You're a sobbing, moaning mess, your every sound a pathetic whine that begs for more. And he gives it to you.

He fucks you almost too hard, his thick cock pushing your velvet walls to their limits, the bulbous head bruising your cervix.

“You're so pretty when I'm inside of you, princesa,” he grunts, an enormous hand spanking your ass. “Makes me want to take a picture of you, all full of my cock.”

You reply with more mewls and whimpers, nails digging into the counter top, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Miguel!” you cry out, cunt clenching as your orgasm grows nearer and nearer.

“Already?” he taunts, laughing almost maliciously. “I've just started with you.”

You whimper, an embarrassed blush spreading over your face.

Miguel tangles his fingers in your hair, tugs on it hard, forcing your back to arch even more. “If you come before I let you, I'm going to punish you. And it won't be pretty, princesa.”

You try to hold yourself back, but every ounce of self-restraint vanishes when his rough, calloused hand slides under you to play with your swollen, throbbing clit.

You come hard, body shaking, mouth falling open as moan after moan of ecstasy leave you.

Miguel smirks. “Oh, princesa.” He clicks his tongue. “You owe me now. You're gonna be my pretty little toy for the rest of the night,” he says, his mouth moving to your ear. “I'm going to use you over and over again until you're broken, see if you learn your lesson then, hm?”

You shudder, knowing there's no escaping this, knowing you'd never want to escape.

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Just a little thought that popped into my head while I was trying to fall asleep :)

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@yagirlheree @sukioyakio

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[inkdrinkerworld]

idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭

omg omg😭😭

you're laying in bed unable to fall asleep when it happens. your hand just creeps up his shirt.

miguel doesn't think much of it, you like the skin in skin contact- so does he.

it's when your hand hovers just under his pectorals that he turns to you and raises an eyebrow.

he's still working, hair tired back with one of your scrunchies and his tablet looks tiny in his massive hand. he'd been trying to hypothesise a re-calibration to his nano-bots all day.

"what do you want?" he asks, looking down at you with curious eyes.

your eyes are barely even open, your face turned to face his bicep. "can't sleep," you murmur, planting your hand on his chest and squeezing.

"oye," he bats at your hand when you do it a second time. you groan when his hand removes yours from under his shirt.

"miguel," you whine, drawing the syllables of his name out long.

"amor," he mocks your exact tone. "why're you grabbing my chest?" he drops your hand and cups your face, guiding your tired eyes to rest on his face.

"'cos it's comforting," your words sludge together but miguel makes you out just fine. he cracks a smile, you narrow your barely open eyes; "it is. helps me sleep."

"yeah?" he teases, and you nod. your hand slinks back up his shirt and rests on his chest, for the most part it's just an added heat to miguel's chest. "if you don't fall asleep any faster i'm calling bullshit."

you let out a tired giggle and slobber a kiss to his bicep; miguel waits five minutes and in no time he feels your breathing change- deeper now as you fall asleep.

he can't believe it.

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[stellaaarree]

wanting to see miguel’s fangs.

hands cupping the skin of his cheeks, with the smirk pulling at your plush lips he already knew what was happening, feeling equally embarrassed no matter how many times it had happened, with a coo you speak. “cmonnn, let us see those fangs,hm?” a grumble leaving his mouth as his lips part just enough to see his sharp fangs. “i’ll bite you.” he warns, an empty threat…unless you asked for it. “and paralyse me? no chance.” you snap back in a ‘matter of fact’ way.

thumbs going past his lips with a smile, sharp fangs on view as his red eyes rolled for what felt like the hundredth time. “dios mío.” he groans, voice stupidly muffled by your fingers in his mouth. “shut up you’re gonna spit on me!” you whine, tilting his head up to get a pretty view of the pearly white canines. you had always had a thing for his fangs, wether they where deep in your neck or just subtly on view in a form of intimidation.

“you’re the one with your fingers in my mouth!” he snaps back, words still obviously muffled, trying to keep the spit to a minimum. “but papi,” you smile innocently. the nickname shutting him up real quick, the heat running to his usually stone cold cheeks unavoidable.letting his fangs fully come into view as his talons extended to maximise the ‘experience’ which he only tolerated for the sake of his amor.

finally pulling your thumbs out of his mouth after humming in appreciation. you where like his sweet little dentist, always helping keep those canines as bright and shiny as possible. wiping his saliva on the side of his suit he groans with a “really?” you respond wittily of course. “well it’s yours isn’t it?”

leaning his head up he presses his lips to yours in partly spite, partly love. pulling back breathless after a couple of seconds with a sneaky. “now it’s ours.”

he always had to have the last word.

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[bruisedboys]

love drunk — miguel o’hara x reader

summary — while miguel deals with a drunk and clingy you, you accidentally let it slip that you love him. requested here

grumpy x sunshine!! spidergirl!reader, no pronouns used but implied fem!reader, grumpy miguel, kind of ditzy reader, drunk reader, established relationship, first ‘I love you’ trope, miguel being lovesick, fluff. so much fluff

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Miguel thinks he should never let you drink again in your whole life.

“Y/N,” he says through gritted teeth, irritated now. Actually, he was irritated ten minutes ago but was doing a better job at hiding it. “Come on. Get off me.”

You’re dead weight in his lap. He wouldn’t mind, he likes when you sit on him like this, only you’re in the middle of the bar and there are at least five Peter’s looking his way and smirking, and he can see Hobie Brown laughing at him behind his hand across the room.

“Whyyyyy?” You drawl, your lips slow and your tongue slower. You paw at his chest and give him a glare that’s about as menacing as a puppy. “You’re so mean.”

Miguel sighs heavily. He picks up his hands where they’d been hovering at your sides, unsure whether he should touch you or not when you’re like this, and gets a good grip on your hips.

“C’mon, get up,” he says. He lifts you off his lap with ease, fingers curling around your hips, and deposits you in the booth seat next to him.

To Miguel’s surprise, you don’t flop into his side or try to climb back onto him like he thought you would. Where seconds ago you were like a rag doll, you sit rigid straight.

“What?” He asks you, genuinely confused.

“Sorry,” you say quietly, frowning to yourself. “I didn’t mean that. You’re not mean.”

Miguel blinks at you. “Oh. No, that’s not why I made you get off, sweetheart. I know you don’t actually think I’m mean.”

Slowly, you brighten up like a wind up toy, springing back to life in slow motion with a big smile painting itself across your mouth, all teeth. “Oh, okay. Can I get back on you now?”

Miguel actually laughs. He’s very tempted to say yes, you can sit in his lap as long as you like. He doesn’t, mostly because you’re very obviously past your limit and you need a bed and some water. Neither of which he can get you here.

“You’re funny, cariño,” he tells you, chucking you under the chin with his knuckles. You beam up at him, eyes squinting so much they’re half closed. He indulges himself in a squeezing of your cheek before breaking the news, “No, you can’t get back on me—“ Your face falls, “—But I can take you to bed?”

Your smile comes back so quick it’s alarming, and you nod vehemently. “Yeah, please.”

Miguel manages to get you out of the Spider-Bar (nicknamed by one of the Peter’s, he can’t remember which but Miguel refuses to call it that. It’s just a section off the second floor of Headquarters where Spider-people migrate to drink.) without you tripping over your own feet. He’s discovering you’re a very clumsy, clingy drunk. That, and you really can’t hold your liquor. He’s only had a little less than you and he feels completely fine. Other than the burning in his chest, though he’s pretty sure that has more to do with you and your presence than the alcohol.

He gets you into an elevator and holds you up when you slouch into his side. His arm around your hip and both of your hands clinging like vines to his free arm, tight enough to ache but he can’t bring himself to ask you to loosen your grip a little. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy your apparent desperation to stick to him like glue.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. A gaggle of Spider-Women wait on the other side, Jess among them. The younger girls giggle amongst themselves when they see the predicament they’ve caught their haughty boss in.

“Hey, Miguel,” Jess drawls as she sidles past him, Miguel practically dragging you out of the elevator now and out of the way of the girls. “Hey, Y/N.” She grins at your inebriated state, then looks to Miguel, “Early night?”

It’s almost midnight. Miguel can’t tell if she’s teasing or not. She probably is. “Yeah.”

“Miguel’s taking me to bed,” you pipe up, a lustful tone to your sticky, slurry voice that Miguel winces at. He hadn’t meant it like that. Clearly, your drunk mind had taken it that way. He’ll be sure to set the record straight once you’re safe and alone in his room.

Jess laughs loud. “Right. Well, have fun with that.”

She’s still laughing as the elevator doors slide shut. Miguel sighs. He’s not gonna hear the end of that for at least a week. You tug on his arm and smile up at him sweetly, and he forgets all about it.

“What is it, cariño?” He hums.

“Can you carry me? My feet are sore.”

Miguel indulges you. Partly because you’d asked and he’s yet again been tasked with the challenge of saying no to you (which he fails at every time), and partly because you’re slowing him down and he really wants to get to his room before he meets anyone else. He scoops you up easily, one arm hooked beneath your thighs and the other under your back. You giggle dazedly and hook your arms around his neck tight enough that it’d hurt anyone but Miguel, burying your face in his neck, your flyaway hair tickling his skin.

By the time he gets you to his room you’re half asleep in his arms. He’d let you sleep but your suit is constricting. He deposits you on the bed in the dark and switches on the lamp. He only manages to turn on his heels before you’re grabbing his arm, warm hand wrapping around his wrist with a clumsy desperation.

“Don’t go,” you murmur, eyes half closed.

Miguel pries your hand away gently. “I’m not going anywhere. Just getting your pyjamas.”

You allow it but you make a grab for him as soon as he’s back, hands warm at his waist. He stands in front of you and undresses you out of your spidersuit, then redresses you into the pyjamas you keep in his room. You keep quiet other than the occasional hiccup and despite your amorous comment earlier you don’t try anything, even when you’re completely bare-chested and Miguel is standing over you. While he pulls your shirt over you head, your hands find his hips and grip them like somebody’s trying to take him away from you.

He gives you a glass of water which you skull back like you’re about to die of thirst. He refills the glass and when he comes back you’ve turned the light off and buried yourself under the covers. He thinks you’re asleep until he goes to put the glass on the bedside table and your hand sneaks out of the sheets, reaching for him.

“Miguel…” you murmur, fingers brushing his abdomen. You tilt your head up towards him, searching for him in the dark.

“You okay?” He asks, concerned you’re not feeling well. He hopes you’re not the kind of drunk who throws up everything they drank. Though he can’t say he’d mind looking after you even if you were.

“I’m fine,” you say softly. It’s dark and he can barely see your face but he hears your next words just fine. “Thank you for looking after me … I love you.”

Miguel is so shocked he almost drops the glass of water he’s holding. Sure, he knew you had feelings for him. He knew you care for him about as much as he does for you, which is an inordinate amount. To hear you say it is different. His fondness for you multiplies by about a million and the chasm in his chest feels, not for the first time since he met you, a little bit smaller.

He knows you probably won’t remember it in the morning, but it’s been said and his chest is aflame. He sets the cup down and then crouches next to your lovely, tired face, and cups your cheek. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, and then your lips. Your eyelashes flutter as your eyes fall shut and you smile.

Miguel waits til he’s sure you’re asleep to say it back — vulnerability’s never really been his strong suit. He tucks hair away from your face, feeling a bit drunk himself. Just not from anything he drank. “I love you too, mi amor.”

#★ mal writes! #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara drabble #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel x reader #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n

[angelltheninth]

Miguel's Suit Disappears in the Middle of a Make Out Session

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, very suggestive, established relationship, kissing, grinding, size difference, Miguel's suit bugs out

A/N: The fact that he's basically naked is so funny to me.

Kissing Miguel while sitting on his lap was one of the many, many perks you had as his girlfriend

That and getting to do it while in his office, that was the very exciting part

Miguel loved it when you spent time with him in pretty much any way, going from one universe to the next, recruiting Spiders wasn't easy and he had to admit it was a little lonely without you

He took every chance he could to be close to you and make you feel loved

This included very long and very steamy make out sessions

It was never just one small peck with him, a kiss would turn into two, the third one longer, on the fourth one his tongue was already in your mouth, the fifth had his arms around you, and the sixth either had you pinned or on top of him

Each time he kissed you his fingers flexed, finding skin, claws making you shiver and exhale into his wanting mouth as he dragged them over you

He had already demonstrated how easy your clothes are for him to tear should he want to

But his was a bit more complicated, his suit protected him of course, it was there, in a way, but it also did a shitty job of hiding when ever he was excited

You were never bothered by this, and he certainly wasn't, it made it so easy for him to get naked when he needed to

Or in this case when he didn't need to, that you knew of at least

Suddenly feeling his naked skin under you and feeling just how excited he was made you pull away, finding him just as stunned as you were

Thank god that the door was locked because if anyone came in they would see him butt naked in his chair, hard as a rock and being straddled by his girlfriend

It seems like he's going to have to make a few adjustments to his suit, but if you don't mind him like this it can wait

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagine #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #atsv imagines #atsv drabbles #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o’hara #miguel drabble #miguel fluff #miguel o'hara fluff #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x you #marvel fluff

[salsakiyoomi]

miguel doesn't ask for comfort, even when he desperately needs it.

it's a game of guessing with him, really — you have to look out for the subtle changes in his body language to tell if he's upset or stressed, like the slightly more deepened furrow of his eyebrows or the clench of his jaw, the constant sighing and grunting when he does anything, the way he runs his hand through his hair or across his face as he works — nobody but you would really catch on to these kind of stuff they’d just think he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed again — but not you, you know miguel, you know when he’s out of it.

tonight is another night of patrol for miguel — he knows that you don't sleep unless he has made it home, so it was no surprise that when he’d gotten in through the balcony of your shared apartment, he found you, sitting on the couch even though it was three in the middle of the night an you had work early morning.

he murmurs a quiet ‘i’m home’ under his breath — and you notice it, the slump of his shoulders, the slight frown on his face as if he’s thinking about something, not to mention the way he just walks past you to the bathroom, without even a hello or a kiss, as if you weren’t there, or maybe he just didn’t want to acknowledge you.

you leave him be, you know when he needs his space, you can't imagine how rough patrol can be on him, he probably needs a moment of peace in the shower. so, with that, you head towards the bedroom, and get comfortable under the sheets.

not long after, the door to the bedroom opens and miguel steps in, wearing a loose white shirt and sweatpants, his damp hair brush back, and you notice just how heavy his eyebags are, and the growing bruise on the side of his jaw.

he heads towards the bed and sits on the edge of his side, his back turned to you and his head hangs low and you notice that he’s breathing somewhat heavy, his usually inaudible inhales loud this time and you wonder if he’s having another one of his panic attacks.

you sit up, leaning over to him, your fingers gently touch his back, and his muscles are tense under your caress — he turns his head slightly over you, just so that your gaze can catch his, you give him a soft smile “hi.”

the frown on his face eases slightly, “hey.” his gruff voice is unusually quiet and raspy.

“you okay?” you ask softly, your fingers tracing patterns on his back.

“yeah.” he lies, cause of course he does, he knows that you know he’s not okay, and even though he knows you're the first person he should be honest with when it comes to his well being, he can’t break the habit of spilling meaningless and false, ‘i’m fine’ from his lips.

you hum in response and he craves your touch when you pull away from him and lean back on the bed — you spread your arms slightly, as if inviting him in for your embrace.

he doesn’t hesitate much, he leans over to you, letting your small arms wrap around his broad shoulders as you place a soft kiss to his lips, and another one to the bruise on his jaw, your lips so gentle before he buries his face in your chest and wraps his arms around your waist, the rest of his body lays comfortably between your legs and you let out a soft laugh when he lets out a deep hum.

“how was patrol today?” you ask him, your fingers running through his hair.

“don’t wanna talk about it.” he grumbles, nuzzling his face further in your chest, inhaling in your familiar scent.

you don’t ask him about it again, instead just opting for the comfortable silence that falls over the two of you, you notice the small blue and purple blotches that littered his neck and shoulders and you notice how his breathing has calmed down too.

your hands move from his hair to his nape, your fingers pressing down lightly on his skin to massage it, and he lets out a grunt of content in response.

he’s always liked that about you, how gentle your touch is, how carefully you handle him, it wasn’t something he was used to or allowed himself to get used to with anyone, before you anyway.

“i like it when you do that.” he mutters as your hands trail down to his back, massaging it as well, caressing his muscles, your touch so tender.

“i know.” you hum in response, a small smile tugging at your lips when he looks up at you with an unamused expression, but nevertheless he can’t help but lean into your touch more.

“relax, miguel.” you tell him, your hands move up to his face an you cup his cheeks, leaning in to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose, “how about some sleep, yeah?”

you've always been so gentle with him, your touch so mellow that he can’t help but melt from it, and your voice so soft that his heart leaped every time he heard it and he couldn’t help but give in to everything you told him.

he nods and rolls on his side, his arm still wrapped around your waist and he holds you close — your presence a comfort to him, and he wants to stay like this forever — just the two of you, alone, sharing this moment of delicate touch and tranquility forever.

he kisses the top of your head and asks, “can you call in sick for work tomorrow?” because tomorrow is his off day, and he wants to spend it with you, just a lazy sunday in bed.

you chuckle, the sound muffled by your face buried in his chest, “‘course.”

“good.” he hums in response and despite all of todays stresses and fights, he can’t help but feel at ease with you in his arms.

#atsv #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara comfort #spiderman 2099 fluff #spiderman 2099 comfort #atsv x reader #atsv drabbles #atsv fluff #atsv comfort #miguel spiderverse #miguel drabble

[nymphomatique]

wanna sit on nerd miguel’s face while i use my phone to snap other guys that’s my little chair fr😔😻

this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.

cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again 😔 reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!

“stop fuckin’ squirming down there and eat me out properly,” you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. “l-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.”

miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguel’s mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguel’s head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and it’s a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading ‘wyd?’

you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguel’s face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what you’re doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, “if you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.” and wordless, miguel does as he’s told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you don’t let it derail you from answering peter back.

peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense “i’m sorry” fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.

you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. “keep this up and i’m gonna squirt on you, but i bet you’re into that huh?” you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ‘nothing really’ and press send.

immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, ‘wanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)’ and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. “hey, look at me dweeb,” you say, turning the camera so that it’s capturing the angle of miguel’s mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. “remember what i told you about stopping,” you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. “that’s a good boy.”

you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. “fuck miguel, you’re making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?” you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.

you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. it’s your pussy on miguel’s face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it ‘busy, sorry’, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.

a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguel’s neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. “oh my god,” you heave out, “st-stop, no more.”

miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. “are- are you okay?”

you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.

after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.

peter 🚮

| is that fucking o’hara..?

| you’re fucking with me???

| fucking whore

| you sleep with nerds now??

you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ‘nerds that can make me cum? yeah’ and unadd him after.

you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguel’s glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.

fucking dweeb.

#the ask had me sweatin #u guys need to start writing instead of me 😭 #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel atsv smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel atsv #sub miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #you’ve got mail💌 #<nerd!miguel3

[plum-writes]

❤︎︎❥🝮Praise kink with Miguel Ohara🝮❥❤︎︎

He loves it.

He needs it.

He craves it.

He cant hold in his wanton moan when he’s pumping into you from behind, his arm under your neck and shoving your back against his hard chest as you gasp out how ‘fucking good you’re making me feel, papi’.

Your words make him even more feral, and he shoves you guys further into the bed, twisting your face with his hand so he can kiss you, your neck craning back to meet his full lips. It’s a messy, possessive kiss, full of tongue and teeth and spit. Its sloppy and uncoordinated, translating just how hungry you make him feel.

‘¿Si, mami? Making you feel that good?’ He growls against your lips, and your hand flys out to clutch his neck, to keep him closer to you as you sigh out a ‘yes baby, making me feel so fulllll.’

He’ll feel empowered by the praise and won’t stop rutting his hips into you, grasping you closer to him with one hand, his other sneaking down to swipe at and rub your clit tenderly. It’s soaked where you guys are connected, so wet that he’ll feel your wetness cling to his fingers when they brush at your clit. Already there are strings of your juices that cling at his pelvis, and the sight is so erotic, Miguel groans at the sight. He won’t be able to stop himself from sucking his fingers into his mouth with a dirty little moan that has you clenching harshly around him with a choked off little gasp. Your legs tense, knees bending and back arching against his hard chest as you feel the slippery slide of your guys’ sweat against each other, making you feel even more needy for him.

‘Miguel, Miguel, Miguel, pleaseeee baby…’ you beg for him like a broken record, whining so prettily for him.

This makes him shove his cock in harder against you, grunting in your ear. ‘C’mon, tell me how good I fuck you, bebita. Tell me how good you feel.’

You shout out when he thrusts extra hard inside you and pinches your clit at the same time, the pain mixed with pleasure combination making you breathlessly smile and loop your arm backwards to grasp his neck.

‘Fuck! You know how good you make me feel, Miguel- oh! So. Fucking. Good.’

Miguel huffs and groans, his hips moving faster and fingers rubbing and swiping wetly against your clit, your own hips bucking against his. He hits that sweet spot inside of you, and you let him know with an abrupt shout, making him angle his thrusts to hit that spot every time from then on. He feels his climax approaching fast, his balls clenching and cock pulsing in your wet heat, and your words doing nothing more than furthering the familiar tightness growing in his belly.

‘Oh Miguel yesyesyes, so good.’

‘Just like that Miguel, fucking love that-‘

‘Oh baby, I love you, I love you, fucking my pussy so good-‘

You guys both cum not too long after that.

And in the afterglow of the moment, after you guys get all cleaned up and he pulls up his sweats and you put on his t shirt that fits more like a short little dress on you, he’ll bask in the sweet words that you’ll still be muttering in his ear.

You’ll crawl towards him when he sits back on the bed, a big smile on your lips as you wrap yourself around him, shifting yourself on the pillows gathered at the headboard where he’s leaning back against. You curl your leg around one of his meaty thighs, and drape an arm over his chest while the other goes up to play with his mussed, bedridden hair. And then your precious words start.

‘Oh you made me feel so good baby.’

‘Always making me feel so good, no matter what.’

‘I love you Miguel, so much. The only one I love.’

‘The only one that can make me feel this way.’

‘No one else.’

He soaks it all up with half lidded eyes, and a little smirk on his face. The arm that’s wrapped around your waist pulls you closer. He kisses all over your face, his smirk turning into a fond smile at your giggles, and the feel of your arms wrapping around him to pull him even closer to you.

He loves these moments, loves when you whisper sweet nothings in his ear while rubbing his chest, finger stroking the planes of his body, holding him close to you. Often times, these moments also leads to more sexual rendezvous. He’ll slip his hand between your thighs to finger you till you cum with his name on your lips, or suck your tits under his your shirt while you give him a handy through his pants. And sometimes it’ll lead to him fucking you again just so he can hear all the dirty little words you still have for him. Anything to hear those beautiful, fulfilling words fall from your mouth.

‘You make me feel so good, Miguel.’

And what Miguel doesn’t know, is that most times you can see right through him. You can see his desire to want to know how good he makes you feel. How he’ll want you to express just how much you need him. How much you want him.

So in the middle of your litany of praises, you’ll climb over his lap, slow and sensual. You’ll tug his sweatband to free his cock and you’ll ride him just like that. Your hands cupping his face, hips grinding slowly and intimately against his with your mouth never ceasing the onslaught of love ridden words.

You love him.

And you have no problem letting him know.

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara drabble #atsv miguel #spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel ohara fic

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 7th

miguel o’hara x breaking the bed

miguel often forgot how ginormous he was. forgot to be careful.

you’d seen the serious and brooding man nearly smack his head on low doorways, and have to catch himself from falling through glass panels of rooftops that couldn’t hold his weight. you both should have guessed this would happen at some point.

honestly, you can’t believe you didn’t see it coming. the bed was creaking louder than ever from the sheer force it was rocking, the wooden headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall in quick successions— but you weren’t listening to that, all you could focus on was miguel’s quiet groans and pants in your ear.

you were sobbing and drooling into the soft pink pillow you usually slept soundly on, your ass thrust obscenely into the air and back arch held firmly down by his strong hands. he frees one to bring it round to your chin, lifting it so that he could speak lowly into your ear again, strong chest pressed to your bare back. “you’re breathing, yeah?” it came out rough, strained like he was holding back. almost like he didn’t care much for the answer? his pelvis clapped against your ass each time he pounded into you and it took you a few seconds to formulate an answer.

“y-yeah! yes!” you cry out, though you weren’t sure if you were breathing, just hyper aware of the drool clinging to your chin. as if reading your mind miguel swipes at it with his thumb briefly before shoving your head back down. he winces, chin to his chest as he presses down harder on your back, really nestling himself up against your cervix for a moment as he relishes in the way your cunt clamps down on him. “está apretadito, mami” he groans, more to himself before continuing on with his rapid pace.

until of course, there was a splitting sound — like wood cracking, and then the mattress suddenly sunk a few inches. he stills, and you gasp. he really broke the fucking bed.

“god, m-mig—” you try and push yourself up on shaky elbows, because it feels like the right thing to do — but he pushes you back down, panting.

“shh, shh. quédate quieto, hm?” he rasps, his hips starting to move again.

“my bed—”

“can buy a new one for you. whatever you want.”

with that, you were satisfied. plus, you couldn’t will yourself to actually care — not when he was this deep inside you.

#apologies if the translation is not so good #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel smut #miguel o’hara drabble

[multi-fandom-imagine]

How about sneaking up on Miguel (since he doesn't have spider sense) and giving him a kiss.

I WANNA SMOOCH HIM

A/n:So fucking cute!!!!!!

You were quick to find that your love did not have the spider sense like everyone else seemed to did and you could not help take full advantage of that situation.

Miguel was working of course, his assistant distracting him. Biting your lip you slowly crept up behind the man. You made sure to be as quietly as possible until you launched yourself at his back, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck as you kissed the edge of his lips.

“Morning handsome.”

Miguel nearly tossed you off his shoulders if it hadn’t been for your kiss. “Christ! You’re lucky I didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

A giggle escaped your lips as you slipped off his back only to step in front of the man with a bright smile on your face. Rocking on your heels you heard the man let out a snort as he stepped close to you. His hand placing themselves on your hips.

“Toss you off.”

Humming you let your fingers run up his chest then stood on your toes to give him a kiss. “You wouldn’t.”

Letting out a small growl he let his nails run down your back. “You’re right, I wouldn’t but I can punish you later.”

Grinning, you winked at the man then slapped his ass as you walked away. “Lookin forward to it handsome.”

“Hey!”

#drabbles #drabble #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o hara #miguel x you #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #across the spiderverse #Spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x y/n

[luxbub]

pussy drunk nerd!miguel

+18 minors DNI

a/n this is kinda rushed cause i wrote it in like five minutes and im too lazy to edit it, also not proofread!

nerd!miguel who couldn’t get enough of your taste once he ate out your pussy

nerd!miguel with who things started when you manipulated him into agreeing to do your homework in exchange for a blowjob

nerd!miguel who’s dick turned out bigger than you thought possible, he could barely fit into your mouth

nerd!miguel who begged you to let him do more of your homework and continue on with your deal

nerd!miguel who broke the scale for coming the most times in one night once you allowed him to fuck your ‘tight’ pussy

nerd!miguel who’s next goal was eating you out, and once he achieved that goal everything became on background for him

nerd!miguel who could only think about you and your cunt. He was in class trying to listen to the professor, but instead thinking about how good your pussy tastes. He was showering, thinking about your pussy. Suddenly once he got a taste that was all he could think about, every hour, every minute, every second.

nerd!miguel who was obsessed with your cunt

nerd!miguel who’s head you had to pry out of between your thighs from the overstimulating pain his magical tongue was causing you

#nerd miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fanfiction #🫧bubbles writes