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cherryredstars · 9 days

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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x mafia!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex

Summary: Bad girl, good guy.

A/N: Requested by @shadofireshinobi! Thank you. love!!

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Fuck, it's cold.

Miguel shrugs up the large bubble jacket higher up his body, the warm material meeting his chin as he turns into the narrow alleyway. His head is ducked down, yet white puffs of breath appear in front of his face. He sniffles as he looks behind his shoulder, the street lights getting dimmer the further he goes. He looks forward again with a sigh, stopping in the middle of the alleyway.

It's quiet. There aren't even any cars on the main road behind him. He can hear the dripping of water from earlier rain as it hits the ground, echoing against the brick walls. He looks up the walls, not spotting anything in the darkness, even with his enhanced senses. He shivers, shrugging in his jacket again. His lips thin, and he turns back around to the alley's entrance.

He doesn't get very far.

"Are you lost?"

The voice is silky smooth, and he can feel a pleasant feeling vibrate up his spine. He turns slightly, his head tilting up. She stands right above him on a creaky fire escape. He isn't sure how he didn't hear her, but he isn't surprised either. He turns fully to face her, his heart bounding.

"Yeah, think you can help me?"

He can hear her amused chuckle, watching her shadowed silhouette. She walks towards the end of the fire escape, a large groan sounding before rusted clicks fill the small space as the ladder falls. Miguel walks over, climbing it easily. She's waiting at the top for him, and he pauses to look up at her. A gust of wind blows, making her hair and nightgown sway. It makes Miguel's mouth dry and he swallows.

"I thought I told you not to wear that here."

Her voice disrupts his thoughts, and he huffs as he finally stands in front of her.

"Just got off duty." He says, shoving his hands in his pocket. "It's a bit cold to be wearing that out here."

He nods at her outfit, the end of his chin pointed at her. She rolls her eyes, her hand leaning on the railing as her hip juts out.

"It won't get me killed." She says in distaste, her eyes scanning his visible suit to signify the meaning of her words.

He chuckles at that, knowing how right she is. She pushes past him, going to the open window. She slips in, and Miguel bends down to follow her in. It's much warmer in the small apartment. It's not technically her's, just a small place she rents for these meet ups. The money she spends on it gets lost in the expenses of her shopping, but Miguel doesn't think her father or brothers would care too much if they found out she rents it. They would surely get mad if they found out why.

She closes the window behind him, and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around her. He leans down, trailing kisses along her shoulder as his hand slips to the edge of her dress. It ends up against her thigh, the soft skin melting into smooth silk and lace. She hums as she moves her head to the side, giving him room to explore her neck. His teeth nip lightly over where her pulse is, causing a pleased sigh to escape her lips.

"Missed you," He mumbles against her skin, his hand slipping under her dress.

His hand skims over her thighs and up to her stomach, resting against the warm skin. Her hand lands over his on the fabric, her body pushing back against his own. Her other hand finds it's way into his hair, pulling his head slightly so their face to face.

"Don't be cute." She smiles teasingly, "Don't think I didn't see you on that rooftop two days ago."

His cheeks flush at the mention. He wasn't trying to follow her, he just happened to stumble upon the scene. He didn't know all that noise was her and her brothers dealing with... business. But, it was good business! Honestly, the world could do without two corrupt CEOs. At least, that's what he tells himself.

Her nose bumps against his, and his eyes dart down to her lips. She has that pretty lipstick that he gifted her a few visits ago on, and he subconsciously licks his lips. Her smile widens, leaning forward to kiss him. He instantly moans, closing his eyes and holding her tighter. He only lets up when she moves to turn, wrapping both of her hands around his neck as the kiss deepens.

He almost trips when she makes him move backwards, walking him until the back of his legs hit the edge of the couch as he throws his coat to the floor. He collapses heavily onto it, tearing the two apart, He looks up at her as she goes to straddle his lap, his hands gripping her waist. She flips her hair to the side, smiling down at him before she leans down to his neck. He groans softly as he tilts his head back, his eyes closing as her lips suck and kiss at his neck. His brows furrow in a silent moan as she grinds against his already hard cock.

Even if his hands weren't under her dress before, he can feel the fact that she was no panties on. The warm mound of her heat rubs against the technological material of his suit, his hips bucking up to meet her moves. She giggles against his neck, pulling away as his lashes flutter open. He has that silly, hypnotized look on his face. She can't help but smirk down at him, the silly little spider that's absolutely smitten with her.

She cups his cheek, stroking the slightly stubble-graced skin. He leans into her touch, eyes practically glowing with hearts as he looks up at her.

"Get rid of the suit, Miggy." You whisper down at him, biting your lip as he gives you a small nod that turns into enthusiastic nodding as your words click.

It recedes in seconds, and both you and Miguel moan as his weeping tip just barely skims over your folds. His eyes drop down, huffing when the ends of your dress block his view. You smile slightly at the pout on his face, your hands slowly grabbing at the ends of your dress as your bring it up to your waist. The second your pretty pussy is revealed to him, Miguel's breath catches.

It rushes out of him instantly when you slowly sink down on him, a choked moan parting from his lips as your warmth pulsates around him. His hands grip your thighs tights, his eyes snapping up to your face. You're looking down at where you two meet, but you meet his eyes once you feel them on you. You smile lazily at him, smirking when his face contorts as you begin bouncing on his cock.

His mouth drops open in breathless moans, his eyes dreamy as he studies your face. You bite your lip as the tip of his cock presses against your cervix, your own moan filling the room. Miguel whimpers up at you as you clench around his cock, eyes rolling back with a groan as you buck your hips. You giggle at how easily it is to make him go crazy, leaning down to quite him down with a kiss.

He hums against your lips, eagerly returning the kiss as he squeezes your thighs tights. You can feel that pleasant burn of an orgasm forming in the bit of your stomach, and your trail your hands down until they land on top of his. You silently move his hands up to your waist, and he makes quick work of bouncing you on his dick, already used to the silent command. You moan against his lips, pulling away and throwing your head back as your hands land on his shoulders in support.

A pleased gasp leaves you as you feel Miguel's warm mouth wrap around your nipple through the silk, a desperate noise leaving him. He can feel your walls tightening around him, and he sucks harder on your covered nipple to distract himself from the twitching of his cock. He wants- needs- you to come first, his hips hammering up into you. You're surprised your lip isn't bleeding from how hard you're biting down on it, but it finds relief when the band inside of you snaps.

A loud moan is directed at the ceiling as you come, your pussy clamping down on him as he stills. He pants out your name as he spills inside of you, the feeling dizzying. You giggle at the fucked out look on his face, gently easing yourself off of him. He leans his head against the back of the couch, taking his time in catching his breath. You hover just over his lap, pushing the hair out of his face with a smile.

You have him right where your family wants him.

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spiderlyla · 9 months

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Miguel and Reader watch 365 days on Netflix just for the reader to turn to him and ask "Are you lost baby 'Guel?"

RHIS IS SO FUNNY ARE YOU KIDDING ME. gn!reader btw!!

after a long day of crime fighting on his end, and alot of paperwork on your end, you liked to end the day cuddling in each other's arms, while watching a movie

miguel wasn't all that picky with what he wanted to watch, and mostly let you pick whatever you wanted.

so when you suggested 365 days, he didn't really oppose to it.

"so, he kidnaps her?" he has you on his lap, head positioned on his chest, hair tickling his neck a little. his hands rest on your waist and thighs, squishing the plush skin every now and then.

"mhm, mig."

"to make her fall inlove with him? eso es ridículo, mi corazón—"

"shh, mig, this is the best part, you'll miss it!"

he chuckles queitly and goes back to look at the screen. that's when the infamous part plays.

"what the fuck?" miguel laughs, utterly confused at the dialogue. you stay queit, too queit. "mi amor, what the hell are we watching—"

then you move, now straddling his lap with both hands on his shoulders. you stare into his eyes, and in your most serious tone, you repeat the words.

"Are you lost, baby girl?"

"Perdone?" miguel looks confused, but he lets out a breathy chuckle. you repeat yourself and his chuckles turn into laughs.

"okay, querida, no, I'm not lost, for the love of god, don't say that atrocious line again—"

"mm? are you sure you aren't lost, baby girl?"

"stop calling me babygirl—ay, por dios, stop making that face too!"

you keep pestering him for a few minutes, only to see his smile and hear his laughter. when you're done with your bit, you put your head back on his chest and the two of you resume watching the movie.

"the question is though," you look up at him, and his expression is tough, the expression he wore to HQ every morning.

"are you lost, babygirl?"

the two of you dissolve into a fit of giggles and chuckles right after.

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esmedelacroix · 2 months

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Romeo e Giulietta[a mafia love story] pt.1

mafioso!miguel x f!mafioso!reader 🂱

cw: suggestive

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The prevailing belief was that once Antonio Romano was too old, the Romano family's dominion over the Italian Mafia would end. Although he had a daughter, his wife had died during childbirth, so he had no son to take over. His daughter didn't take 'no' for an answer when it came to taking over the Mafia. With extensive training, she finally became the leader of the Mafia after her father's retirement...

—

You're the most powerful woman in all of Italy. Everyone assumed you couldn't be as good of a Mafioso as your father. But, they were so wrong; you are pretty reckless and never have a plan. But your carefree attitude only added more fun to your line of work.

You have a few rules in your familia. Never go out unarmed. Never be transparent about your affiliation. Don't let others read you. Blood is thicker than water. Never trust the O'Haras.

Another rule that could easily be added is: don't ever mention the head of the O'Hara Family Mafia, Miguel O'Hara. You hate each other so much, but anyone would think that, right? Your family feud dates back centuries, it's so old that no one really remembers why you're supposed to hate each other in the first place. But that doesn't matter because you do. Anytime your families have to meet to make a negotiation, you would always get into heated arguments with one another and request privacy.

When you were in private, you would argue even more. Your bodyguards would hear vases and glasses shatter onto the floor. They wondered how fostering so much hate for a single person was possible.

If only they knew what was happening in there...

Miguel would slide everything off the table to place you on it as he trailed wet hot kisses down your neck, leaving marks in areas only the two of you could see. If only they knew how hard you tried to stay quiet when Miguel had your legs spread across the table. You would resort to pulling at tufts of his hair as he feasted between your legs.

No one would ever really know the true nature of the intimate looks you exchanged when no one was looking, and they would most certainly never know that when Miguel claimed to be bringing women home from the club, it was really their biggest competitor in the Italian mafia scene in his room.

But you hate each other so much...

—

You woke up to the sun beaming through the floor-to-ceiling window that gave a beautiful view of the city. You had gotten so used to waking up in Miguel's bed. That morning you had a breakfast with your father that started two hours ago. You had to hurry and sneak out. You slowly got out of bed, trying not to wake him. Your attempts were useless, though, because, in a matter of seconds, you felt his big warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back onto the bed with your back flush against his chest.

"Per favore[please], Miguel, I have a hectic morning," she said as she removed his hands from around her waist and got out of bed to change back into her clothes.

His lazy eyes watched you as you walked around the room naked, gathering all your clothes from the night before putting your pants on. He was mesmerized by everything you did, even when you've been together for eight years.

He slowly crept behind you when you were about to put your blouse on and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

"Can you just stay for five more minutes? What are you so busy doing today?" he asked as he rested his head on your shoulder, his voice still raspy; if you had no self-control, you would have folded from his voice alone.

"Well, I'm too busy kicking your ass all day as usual," you replied as you put your earrings on, smiling at him through the mirror. He rolled his eyes playfully, accepting defeat.

"Please, baby, just five minutes," he said lowly in her ear, knowing the effect he had on you. He slowly started to trail kisses down your neck. You leaned into him and hummed in pleasure, tilting your head back into his shoulder to give more access to your neck. You heard your phone buzz snapping you out of the trance he put you in.

"Mio amato[My love], seriously, I have to go, so help me sneak out of here," you said eagerly.

"Yes, ma'am," he sighed as he looked around the hallway to confirm that no one would see you; but he was always armed, just in case.

You successfully snuck to the back door without running into anyone. You draped your arms around the nape of Miguel's neck and kissed him.

"Will I be seeing you at the charity event tonight?" you asked hopefully.

"Of course, sweet stuff; now get out of here," he joked. You rolled your eyes and blew him a kiss. The moment you turned away, he landed a firm smack on your ass, causing you to yelp, turn around and shake your head at him.

"Watch it," she warned playfully before disappearing into the streets.

—

You opened your front door hoping that your father would be off at the range or playing polo with friends despite you missing breakfast plans.

"Giulietta Bianca Romano," you heard your father's stern voice call from the living room couch. you were almost fully up the stairs when he caught you trying to sneak back in. Shit.

. . .

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spider999sposts · 9 months

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I’m new to your page but loving your fics!!

I’ve been obsessing over Miguel O’Hara and keep thinking about the idea of being the only other one that matches Miguel’s energy- and he secretly loves it

Just being sarcastic back and arguing and pressing all his buttons (metaphorically)

BUT ALSO that he would slip-up and throw in a compliment when annoyed, or admit to something alluding to his crush, or even just a “good girl” / “that’s my girl” and how that would go down 🙈

Would love to hear your take if you like🙊🙈

Inner Thoughts—Miguel O'Hara

genre: fluff

tags: fem!coded reader

a.n: this is such a cute idea! thank you for requesting. hope this is to your liking <3.

Not many could keep up with Miguel.

His snarky comments, his irritable attitude, his sarcastic remarks and don't get me started with his raging anger problems. When speaking to him, most would usually just go queit or do as he says to avoid further heated discussions with him.

He preferred it that way. He always got extremly agitated whenever someone tried to talk back to him.

That was until you came along.

You, who truly gave him a taste of his medicine, with your sarcastic comments and fast replies. Whenever he called for a meeting with you in it, he always knew he'd end up being the one going queit, not knowing what to say further.

Many noticed how he wouldn't snap at you like he usually would at everyone else. How annoyed he looked when you talked back to him, but how his mouth curled up into a faint smile whenever you did. How he always let you get away with teasing him during meetings and what not. Everyone found it odd. Miguel himself found it odd, how lenient he was when it came to you.

"Miguel, focus?" Your fingers snapping infront of him made him lose his train of thought. You stood beside him on his platform, the two of you looking down at Peter, Gwen, Jessica, and Hobie. "What's with you? Since when do you daydream?"

Miguel scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I don't daydream." He mumbled, crossing his arms. "Figured." You replied. You just couldn't let anything slip, couldn't you?

"Well," You started, getting all prissy. It was cute, Miguel thought. "What were we discussing, before Miguel here decided to doze off?"

"I didn't—" He groaned, he wasn't sure why he was defending himself instead of just snapping. It was a habit he has adopted around you. Miguel rubbed the bridge of his nose in –frankly, fake– frustration, before tapping a few things on his screen. "Dios mío, me estás volviendo loco." He mumbled, moving the screen so everyone else could see.

[Oh my god, you're driving me crazy.]

He composed himself, shaking off this little interaction. "This is a new anomaly. Another varient of Otto Octavious ." He could feel your eyes on him. "He is currently on Earth–829, and I need the four of you to handle it—"

"Jeez, four spider-people for one Doc Oc?" You were sitting on his desk, raising your brows at him. "Too much, Miguel."

Miguel didn't like having his decisions questioned, but he realised you were right. He didn't even want Jessica and Peter on that misson, he wanted them for something else entierly.

"You—" He huffed, turning to you, "Get off my desk."

"Mm? What if I don't?" An odd feeling fluttered in his stomach. "Get off of it."

"Or what will you do?"

You didn't get off, even more, you put one leg over the other and tilted your head at him with a grin. "You're distracted."

"I am not."

"You've been distracted ever since we got here, Miguel." Peter commented, cradling Mayday in his arms. "Yeah, that's true." Jessica added, folding her arms.

"See, everyone else agrees."

"Tal vez si pudiera sacarte de mi mente, sería capaz de concentrarme." He grumbled under his breath, his brows furrowing.

[Maybe if I could get you off my mind, I'd be able to focus.]

"LYLA, transl—"

Miguel waved LYLA away as soon as she appeared. "Can we just focus on what I have to say?"

"We're all focused." Gwen commented, befote Miguel sighed and closed his eyes.

"What I was meaning to say," He cleared his throat, "is that Hobie and Gwen are the ones responsible for bringing him here. Do not engage engage their spiderman, he is still not his own hero yet. Do not disrupt the canon, and do not draw unwanted attention."

"Oi! I don't take orders from you." Hobie shouted, as Gwen just dragged him outside the office. Peter and Jessica turned around to follow them, "Wait, you two—"

"You two need to monitor them, make sure they don't get into trouble." Your voice came from beside him. "Roger that." Jessica replied, the door to Miguel's office closing behind them.

You jumped off his platform, landing gracefully on the ground.

"You need to stop doing that." Miguel spoke, turning around to face his screens. Your footsteps seemed to have stopped. "Stop what?"

"Stop acting like you own the place."

"You act like that too."

"Yes. That's because I own the place."

You laughed. The corners of his mouth curled a little.

"You like it though," He turned to you halfway, glancing at you over his shoulder. You were grinning. You were not oblivious to the effects you had on Miguel, nor was he oblivious to the real purpose behind your attitude.

You liked challenging him, he liked being challenged.

By you, at least.

"I won't give you the satisfaction of knowing." He replied to your earlier statement.

"Heh, your confirmation wouldn't have made me satisfied. I know you do."

—

Let's just say that whenever Hobie and Gwen go on a mission together, alot of things get messy and tangeled in the middle.

Miguel was in his office, trying to contain his ever-growing anger from bursting out of his chest. His eyebrows were knit tightly, his eyes shut closed and his fingers massaging the bridge of his nose.

He was silent, unlike the usual. Mostly because you were doing all the work for him.

"Gwen, when you were told not to draw attention to yourselves—"

"I know, I know, but—"

"—You thought the best way to do that is by blowing up a planetarium."

"Techincally, it just collapsed because—"

"Just collapsed?" Miguel started, his eyes a bright shade of red. "Oh, the planetarium just collapsed."

"Why are we getting worked up over a planetarium, eh?" Hobie remarked, "It's New York. Not the first time they've seen a building blow up."

"Yes, but their spiderman saw you." You added, stealing the words right off of Miguel's tounge. "His first canon event just happened a few days ago. You even stood and spoke with him for a few minutes."

"¡Por Dios! I told you, no interacting with their spiderman!"

"We didn't even tell him anything!"

"You told him enough to leave him wondering. He wasn't supposed to be introduced to the spider-society yet."

Silence filled the office after Miguel has made his point.

"Hey, at least they captured Doc Oc." Peter hums, and the four of you nod and mumble, a bit disgruntled.

"Just be careful next time, that's all." You gave both of them a smile, and they nodded. Miguel didn't acknowledge them further.

They turned around to leave, but before they did, Peter laughed. "Seems like you've rubbed off on her, Miguel. She gets all worked up just like you."

"Peter—"

"Yeah, that's my girl."

Hobie and Gwen stop walking. Peter's eyes widen and so does his smile. Your eyebrows raise so much its almost comical.

Miguel continues to tap on his screens absentmindedly, before realising that the four of you were staring at him.

"What?" He frowned.

"You said..'That's my girl'." Gwen grinned. A red glint sparks across Miguel's irsis. "Didn't know you two were an item." Hobie wiggled his brows at you, "Had a feeling though."

"I didn't—"

"We aren't—"

Your cheeks went warm. Miguel's reddened ears betrayed the nonchalant attitude he was trying –and failing– to keep up.

"Can't wait to tell Jess about this." Gwen's voice echoed as the three of them hurried out of the room before Miguel threw something at their direction.

Once the two of you were alone, you turned to Miguel. "Your girl, huh?"

"Stop it. You will not let me live this down, will you?"

"No, no, I..." You chuckled, although that usual edge of playfulness in your voice was not there. Miguel picked up on that.

"Just..." You approached him, while he tried to keep himself busy so he wouldn't meet your gaze. Miguel felt your hand on his arm, as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He raised his eyebrows and faced you, the smile on your face dissipating that feeling of embaressment he was wallowing in.

"I think I'll let it go this time."

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codenameredkrystalmatrix · 19 days

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Made with Love- Miguel O’Hara x FemReader

You could always trust him to bring the perfect close to a day at the café.

"Alright folks, keep it up. I want you all out of my place by 6 o'clock sharp!"

Translation: I know it's been a busy week, so I want you all to get some time off. I'll clean up here.

You smiled, joining in the teasing "Yes, sir, manager, sir!" with your co-workers. Isaac groaned, keeping up his unsmiling exterior.

Tables to wait, orders to write, customers to chat with- why hadn't Amanda made the amaretto yet? Oh, Jayce was here for his pound cake- did they have enough pumpkin for the muffins?

Yep, the post work rush was in full swing.

There was strain in your legs and and a bit of a rasp to your voice, but you wouldn't trade this for the world. Seeing people's faces light up when they tried something new, or close their eyes in contentment when they had their old favourites- this was your little slice (pun absolutely intended) of heaven. Although, there was one more thing that could have made it perf- oh crud!

"I have to do deliveries!"

"Nope! My turn!" Daniel gave you a two-fingered salute before putting on a bike helmet. "Check the roster!"

When you did look, he was right. Huh. You were certain it was yours, but you dismissed it. There was plenty to do inside.

The tide of activity ebbed and flowed as the hours wore on. As always, the hustle and bustle eased as daylight faded. The heat of many bodies crowded in one little café dissipated. Newcomers and regulars alike bid their goodbyes, and you could finally catch your breath.

You'd been sitting in the back kitchen when it happened. Dani called your name in that unmistakable singsong. “Someone’s here for you!”

He came? Your heart soared. It had been a while since Miguel last visited you on work. You could have your little evening ritual together.

You headed into the employee fridge, and picked up your packages, hoping he'd like the treats you'd chosen. As per store policy, employees got some of the goods that hadn't sold immediately to minimize waste. They were all well-kept, so there was no fuss about it. The rest would be donated wherever they could bring smiles.

Speeding into Entering the main dining area again, you saw the tall, mocha-toned man you loved smiling at you. “What brings you here, stranger?”

Reaching out, he slid his hands around your torso, guiding you into his chest for a gentle hug. “I missed you too.”

Hands occupied, you burrowed in with the rest of your body and smiled.

“How's work?”

“Busy. I thought you had all those new contracts to review, Mr. CEO!”

He stepped back slightly, the golden light dancing in his curls and giving a warm tone to those mahogany eyes.

“Sólo quería ver tu bonita cara.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Isaac tap the sign before heading out back. It featured a crossed-out can, then a crossed-out plate of noodles. Customers were told that it was the store policy on fast food. Your dear co-workers who knew the truth, however, snickered.

You huffed, deciding you'd ignore them all.

Once comfortable at a table, you produced your personal favourites, plus his cheesecake bars and mangonada sorbet from the bag. "I had to fight my way through Melinda and Sean for those, so enjoy them!"

"Your trials will be remembered, noble knight." He smirked, tasting the sorbet and giving a satisfied hum. You took a spoon and delved into your own treats, already feeling more relaxed.

The two of you fell into the comfortable rhythm of conversation, jokes, and the occasional silence. Given he worked in a much bigger business, there was always some new project opera-worthy employee drama to discuss- told in his sarcastic, deadpan style that made you laugh to tears. You'd won the jackpot, my friend.

During a lull, one of Miguel's hands rested on the table as he reclined. An idea came. With a burst of courage and affection, you took his hand with both your own, lifted it to your lips and kissed it gently. You whispered what you wanted to say in Spanish, so he'd truly understand how much you appreciated him.

"Cada vez que se vuelve demasiado pesado, pienso en casa y pienso en ti."

A tiny gasp escaped his plump, parted lips, before his expression melted to fondness. The hand in your grasp moved to cradle your cheek. Leaning over, Miguel left a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then cheek, then trailed butterfly kisses down your neck.

"No sabes lo feliz que me hace, mi tesoro."

Shivers ran down your spine at the feeling of his lips. You'd reached up to pull him closer, but a tiny voice in your head reminded you of the sign.

You sighed, trying to think past the lightheadedness he always caused. “My…erm...boss doesn’t want us to…”

Miguel laughed, pulling back and looking at you one more time. “Let’s go home, then.”

Nodding enthusiastically, you went to get the rest of your belongings. The roster lay on its usual shelf, and you signed your name before leaving...wait. For all the other weeks, today really was supposed to be the day you you did deliveries. That sneaking Isaac had reassigned you so you could see Miguel more often. You shook your head, both amused and grateful.

As you headed out together, Miguel smiled to himself. One day, he’d tell you each secret and regret that weighed on him. He trusted you. But for now, he’d enjoy these happy days.

Translations:

“Sólo quería ver tu bonita cara.” : I just wanted to see your pretty face.

"Cada vez que se vuelve demasiado pesado, pienso en casa y pienso en ti." : Every time it becomes too much to bear, I think of home and I think of you.

"No sabes lo feliz que me hace, mi tesoro." : You don't know how happy that makes me, my treasure.

(Please accept my humble offering to the community. *runs back into the forest on all-fours.*)

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whateveryouiguess · 9 months

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idk if you take requests but!! i think reader and miguel getting a pet together would be super cute :> i wanna see mr anger issues calm down for once in his life cause of a cute puppy or something

HIII i’m still deciding if i wanna take requests but. i couldn’t NOT do this. like cmon. hope this does the trick anon 🫶🏼

el perro dinero.

Also known as: Miggy O’ Hara and his inability to tell you no ❤️

Pairing: Miguel O’ Hara x Reader

Word Count: abt 1.5k

Warnings: None :) just lots n lots of fluff, maybe improper grammar on the spanish (im not fluent yet, sorry native speakers. feel free to critique me!!!) Not beta’d, I tried to keep this one gender neutral, I don’t think I used any pronouns but if Y/N throws you off, I apologize :)

Sunday Afternoon.

“Absolutely not.” He didn’t even need a minute to think before the words left his lips.

“Miguel!” You draw out the syllables of his name in a whiny response. It was a decent question, honestly: the two of you had been together for a steady two years, going on three, and having just moved in together, the topic of “next steps” in your relationship was pretty fair game! Miguel had mentioned wanting a family before—very vaguely, but it was something you two had discussed—and it seemed like the present was a good time to make those kind of choices together. Despite his hope for your future together, he had been vehemently against the idea since you first brought it up, but you couldn’t understand why! Maybe he’d had bad experiences in the past, or he just wasn’t that kind of person? Or maybe he had an allergy you’d never heard about?

“Amor, we can not get a dog.” He slices open the tape seal of the box in front of him, leaning his elbows against the countertop as he unpacks it. “We’ve just moved in, rent here is already ludicrous…” he rambles as he unpacks thin stemmed wine glasses from the neatly packed box. You sit across from him at the bar, admiring the view of his messy hair and black wife beater against his amber skin, cheeks rosy from all the back and forth from moving vans. The love of your life—too stubborn to use a dolly, like you suggested—stacking empty boxes on the kitchen floor and using words like “ludicrous” to describe the best idea you’ve ever had. “Neither of us are home often enough to take care of a puppy-“

“We don’t have to get a puppy!” You suggest enthusiastically. He quirks an eyebrow and fights a smile at your excitement. “We’ll adopt a grown dog, maybe we’ll find one who’s already trained. You know, a lot of people forfeit perfectly behaved dogs just because they-“

“Amor.” He walks around the kitchen island to ground your shoulders with two big hands. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words are stolen by the pang in his heart at the disappointment in your eyes. The same eyes he’d spend hours gazing into without a care in the world, hearts full and minds at ease. The hopeful eyes he’d have to let down easy.

“We’re not…Not right now, honey.” His voice is kind and quiet, but to the point. “I’m sorry.” He squeezes your shoulders tightly as you sigh in disappointment. Walking back to his station by the sink, he slides a few glasses into the kitchen cabinet and continues speaking. “Possibly in a few months, if we’re stable enough and we have the time-“

“Really?” Your tone perks up immediately. His back shakes a bit, laughing at your excitement.

“Possibly. It’s possible. Don’t make any plans just yet.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head, walking towards your shared bedroom. “Póngase sus zapatos,” he pulls a light jacket on over his shoulders, sliding a pair of sunglasses onto the neckline of his tank top. “Let’s go find some lunch.”

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Friday Evening.

Since moving in with you, Miguel has quickly grown fond of the ends of his days. Taking his new route to his new home, hopping the steps up to the third floor two at a time. Mind exhausted from a long day at work, heart pulling his body through the hall to you, like a Looney Tune drawn euphorically to a pie in a window. The sound of the key twisting the lock mechanism is like a Pavlov bell, and before he’s even opened the door, he knows the treat of your arms is waiting for him behind it. This time, however, when he swings the mahogany door open, he’s not flooded with the soothing scent of your favorite candle, or pulled into your sweet embrace: he’s greeted with an empty living room, and darkness.

“Amor?” He calls out, toeing off his loafers at the door, placing his jacket over the back of the sofa. “Estás en casa?” He says quieter, padding through the house in search of you. All is quiet in the apartment until he reaches the shallow hall leading to your bedroom. His blood freezes at the faint sound of crying, high pitched and seemingly pained. Bounding to the door, footsteps heavy and shaken, he swings open the bedroom door to find you hunched over on the floor, and he can only imagine the worst has happened. Although, now that he’s closer the sound of the crying, its much more high pitched than he knows your voice to sound. When he hears you mumbling over the crying, he knows he’s severely misunderstood the situation.

“Honey?” he calls quietly. Your whip your neck around and see him standing in the doorway, concerned and disheveled in his work clothes. The sight of your red face kills him, you look as though you’ve been crying. His eyes travel to your lap and finds the source of all the noise, and his tightly knit eyebrows unravel in realization. In your lap sits a small, shivering puppy, whining as you try to wipe its eyes clean with a wet rag.

“I—I didn’t…” you stutter. With the conversation you two had been having a few days prior, you didn’t want it to seem like you’d gone against the decision you both had made . Miguel figured from the size of the pup that he couldn’t have been even a month old, and was almost certainly betrayed on the side of the road somewhere. On the streets at that age, it would’ve either been left for dead or found by someone soft hearted enough to give them a second chance. “He was all alone, he was hurt,” you sniffle as Miguel kneels beside you. “I know you said no, and I’m sorry, but I…” the desperation in your eyes is enough to make him wish he’d never denied you. “I couldn’t just leave him there.” You’ve started to cry, really cry, and even with the stress of the situation, he can’t help but curl his arms around your shoulders and hold you as tightly to him as he can. “I’m really sorry, baby.”

“Hey, no, amor. None of that.” Miguel rubs his palms up and down your arms to soothe you, careful to avoid the sad babe between your legs. “It’s…it’ll be okay. Alright? It’s okay.” He lets go of you and leans back to get a good look at the puppy. He was a little thing, no doubt the runt of his litter, but still a bit fluffy. His fur was matted and dark, the spots you’d wiped clean a few shades of brown lighter than the rest of him. Even with his staunch, no dog policy, the puppy’s floppy ears and pointed nose pulled gently on his heart strings. she watches intently as you siphon water into the little guys mouth, dabbing a drop onto your finger, then letting him lick it off. Miguel couldn’t help but smile at how the little thing preened under your touch, hoisting itself up into the palm of one of your hands, gathering more of your warmth. The love that radiates from your eyes is almost motherly, and he knows it’s love at first sight for you two. Leave it to his lover to help the lonely pup—a helpless wret in their time of need, no home to return to and no means to make anew. Left behind, forgotten, just in need of a little love. Sounds familiar, Miguel thinks to himself. The puppy wanders across your leg towards Miguel’s territory, and as soon as he presses a small paw onto his thigh, a switch is flipped for him, his hand shooting out to help the puppy climb. Mierda. He’s silent as he scoops the baby up with one hand, inspecting it like a broken package. The sweet little eyes peering back at him dismiss the perma-scowl on his face.

“He kinda looks like you, Mig.” You observe humorously, your perception of the strong, frightening man as “cute” still baffling to him. He scoffs out a laugh and sighs, gaze never leaving the puppy wriggling in his hands.

“How much is pet rent?” He says dryly. You snap your head towards him, a new hope awakened in your eyes. He pretends not to see it, smug as always.

“Are we keeping him?” You ask timidly. Miguel sets the dog back down between your legs, it’s stubby little tail wagging ferociously, shaking his entire rear, as if in understanding. Miguel smiles slightly as he repeats himself.

“How much is pet rent?”

THIS WAS FUNNN 🤭🤭 I imagined the puppy to be a norwegian elk hound but if you imagined something else, lmk in the comments!! im curious lol :)

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 9 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Black Reader. A short and simple to the point Dominant Miguel series with fluff and smut included as it progresses. Go on a lil journey in love with Miguel.

Chapter 1: Meet Miguel

You’ve done the online, the coffee meet-ups, the casual atmospheres, and found them lackluster. Men are there and plentiful, but they aren't the right men. Even if they do date black women, they expect to be the ones courted. That's not you. In your experience, these men take issue with paying and giving you due honor as a woman, yet they want what's between your thighs.

Manifesting a real masculine man with strong values, respect for himself and you, and extra income requires visiting the places they frequent. So, you leave your car to the valet and cross the lobby of the Kissinger Hotel in a slip dress you already own and matching heels. In the rooftop bar, you’re sure to smile, relax, and look available, remembering not to fidget as you take your seat at a small table where you can appreciate the scenic view. It’s a hot day. The sky is clear and bright with the summer sun.

“Strawberry Lemon Drop Martini.”

You get halfway through it when the cocktail waitress brings another. “Paid for by that gentleman,” she gestures to a man alone at the bar. He’s not white. That's a surprising plus. He’s a young, very handsome, dark-haired latin man in a tan suit. He raises his glass and, in response to your smile, comes over.

"Would you like company?"

He's a big boy, broad shouldered and well over six feet which works considering you're 5'10. Hell yeah.

"I'd love some company,” you lean in, already sold on a date if he should ask.

His closed-lipped smile appears briefly as he sits. Up close, he has some small lines that make him look more distinguished. Mid-30s, you’re guessing. He removes his glasses to reveal narrow brown eyes under dark, thick brows.

You sip from your glass.

"You're stunning," he shrugs, like he can no longer hold it in. Finally, a man who isn't trying to humble you.

“You're no slouch,” you smile. His biceps are as big as your thighs. “Thanks for the drink by the way.”

“Any time."

"Careful, I might hold you to that."

"Please do. Name's Miguel, and you are?"

You sit down your glass and extend your hand to introduce yourself. You notice his eyes land ever so briefly on your bare ring finger. His hand is warm, gentle, and makes yours look small as he places a delicate kiss on top.

"A fitting name for a striking woman."

"Oof." You're liking him more and more. "Thank you. So, are you from New York or are you visiting?”

"I work in the area. I come here sometimes on my lunch break to, uh, get away."

The way he looks out at the sky tells you his job comes with a lot of stress. Relatable. Very relatable. You take another sip.

"Where do you work?”

"Oh, I'm a geneticist at Alchemax.”

“That’s funny. I’m a Genetics Nurse!”

“What are the odds?” His thick brows raise.

When you came out, you didn’t expect to have an engrossing conversation about heart disease or reversing plaque development caused by the SVEP1 gene. Not over cocktails with a handsome stranger. You passionately educate your patients on heart disease, but Miguel has been working on a permanent reversal, along with other things he does not go into specifics about at the table. It only adds to your curiosity.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he cautions. “My personal project hasn’t been authorized, so no one can know. Somehow, I feel that I can trust you?”

“My lips are sealed.” You raise your hand in an oath that seems to satisfy him. He checks his watch.

“Damn. My lunch break is ending.” Reluctantly raising, he smooths his shiny hair back and brings out his phone. “I rarely get the chance to talk to anyone like this. Hope I'm not being too forward in asking for your number."

“Oh, Miguel. We’re not strangers,” you smirk, putting your number in quickly.

“I’ll call you,” he salutes with two fingers.

You watch him leave and nurse your drink, continuing your peaceful sit. That was a long conversation, likely the bulk of his lunch break. Even if no one else approaches you, coming to the Kissinger has paid off.

Just as the thought crosses your mind, another drink comes to you. You can't possibly drink another, you think cheekily, but you will! You look where the waitress does. There's a slightly older white guy a few feet away. He's moderately attractive and well dressed. You raise your glass in thanks, but he doesn't come over. He simply wanted to send you a drink.

You smile and take a sip in thanks. You may need a safety ride after this, but you can definitely foresee yourself returning to this bar.

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jupi1er · 3 months

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Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings:not proofread!

Word count (391) -Blurb

A/n:This is my first fanfic in a whileeeeeee, so new old writer. This is inspired by the song The end of the world by Skeeter Davis. Also any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

“Miguel!”

You frantically call out, panicking and frightened, as the world; you’re world, withers away right in front of your eyes. Glitching as if it were a game, watching the people you’d known vanish into thin air.

Tears sting your eyes, falling down your cheeks, drop by drop. Feeling as if this was all a movie, and you were the main role in your eyes, and this was all a set.

Except it wasn’t, this was your life; it wasn’t a game or movie, you built this, your family, friends, and husband. Why was it all being taken?

You continue to look for both Gabriella and Miguel, stopping near the pizza shop you three loved to go to after Gabby’s soccer games, a common routine between you three.

Spotting Miguel holding your dear daughter in hand running along with the plethora of other people rushing by, pushing and shoving one another just to see themselves dissipate.

And As if the world just stopped, seeing your daughter disappear from her father’s arms. Chocking on your cries, unable to move, frozen in time. your heart is racing as if it were about to beat out of your chest, thump by thump you see Miguel running closer towards you, tears welding his eyes, as he stops. You know, he knows. And you like the others, fall thin, disappearing into thin air. There was no way to stop or reverse it, it was done.

He had lost his daughter and wife, in a blink of an eye. And the last memory of the two were, scared tears welded in your and Gabby’s eyes, that he’ll never be able to erase. His daughter crying out his name as he watched her falter and vanish. All the memories he had rebuilt, watching you both for years.

Just waiting for the right moment, just for all of it to be turned into nothing. Hands on his waist he stood, watching the actions of his consequence. Watching it all perish.

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 8 hours

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Thinking about Actress!Reader who finally got to change into a pair of shorts and a crop top after being in a corset and long dresses all day after shooting was done for the day.

Actress!Reader who gets invited to go get Gelato with Peter to help cool off after being stuck in such stuffy clothes for the past six hours.

Bodyguard!Miguel who had to suppress a scowl when you told him that you were basically going on a date with your fellow actor. But that didn’t deter him from volunteering to watch over you both when you went to walk through the streets of Rome. He’d rather be the one watching over you than Peter’s bodyguard.

Actress!Reader and Actor!Peter who didn't notice when a group of passersby recognized them, snapping a few pictures of you both without your knowledge. You weren’t completely used to the whole “having photos taken of you without your permission or contact” but that was unfortunately a price to pay when you’re new and on the rise.

Actress!Reader who finally went home to relax, getting a good night's rest now that the jet lag has finally stopped.

Actress!Reader who wakes up the next morning with 24 missed calls, 35 new messages and her name trending on twitter.

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Jake (Manager): (Y/N).

Jake(Manger): (Y/N), call me when you wake up.

Peter 🐝.: Did you look at Twitter yet?

Peter🐝.: Or like any social media yet?

Bestie💝: Girl…

Bestie💝: You’ve got some explaining to do.

“What’s… happening?” You mumbled as you scrolled through your new messages as you waddled into the kitchen of your hotel suite, where Miguel was already drinking his cup of coffee. Glancing up at him for a moment as he greeted you.

“Morning.” He mumbled as he placed his mug down. “Your manager told me to have you call him when you're up.”

“Do you know why?” You asked him as you scrolled to Jake’s contact info, receiving a grunt in response, a no.

“(Y/N) (L/N), would you like to explain what went on yesterday after you finished up on set?” You felt like you were five years old and being scolded by your mom all over again, except you genuinely didn’t know what you did.

“Um, I went to go get a snack with Peter. Why-“

“A snack.” He repeated, his tone questioning despite it being deadpan.

“Yes, a snack.” You huffed, your confusion turning into irritation as your brows furrowed together. “Why? can't I have a snack after work with my coworker?”

“You can have a snack after work, but from what I’m looking at here it doesn’t seem like it’s with a coworker.” His words make you pause.

“What?” All attitude now gone, confusion settles back in. “What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t seen the pictures yet?”

“What pictures?”

“Oh dear God…” Jake mumbled under his breath, before letting out a sigh. “Go on twitter, and check the trending tab.”

You put him on speaker and did what you were told, waiting for the little bird app to load, before clicking on the explore tab. Eyes widening as you read out the headline at top.

“Peter B. Parker and (Y/N), coworkers on a new upcoming movie, spotted out on date?!?”

Miguel almost started to choke on his coffee after he heard you recite the words, having to hit his chest to clear his windpipes as you frantically started to scroll through the tag.

“No, no it wasn’t a date though Jake, it wasn’t-“ Your words died on your tongue as your finger stopped scrolling once you hit a particular picture.

A picture of Peter making you try his flavor, by spoon feeding you.

Fuck how can I be so dumb? How could I forget that happened? It was only 2 seconds Max. And now it’s trending.

“I need you down at set an hour early. We have some things to discuss with Peter and his team.” Jake sighed before you heard the dial tone of him hanging up the call.

Shit.

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Part 4<

Not proofread.

Word count: 600

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v4leoftears · 10 months

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Behind these walls.

Just an insight of sorts of a very broken man/Miguel O'Hara.

CW: Angst, grief, solitude, depression etc.

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Behind those walls, there's a broken man. So sad, so small.

There's anger, there's sadness, there's a scald on his heart. Detaching himself from reality, from the people he trust, from the people he loves, for one day they'll be gone too.

He does not afford the time to feel, other than grief. Burying himself busy to erase the void, the endless emptiness he feels in his soul.

His heart aches when the sun is up, his heart aches when the sun is down, like a faded lullaby, like a faded memory.

No matter the time, no matter the day, he drifts away in hopes it will somehow end. But how could it all end? he's got something to do, someone to help, someone to cling to that is not him.

He goes back to bed with a dream, a dream that it will all end one day, all the nothing, all the pain.

So there he lays, just one more day, alone on his space, not a noise inside, not a light on sight.

And he cries.

And cries.

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Sorry if I made anyone feel bad, I just felt the need to write this for selfish reasons. Remember you are all loved and cherished! <3

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spiderlyla · 7 months

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IS THAT FLUFF-TOBER I HEAR

okay hear me out: playing with Miguels hair/ Miguel playing with your hair

Like he's laying with his head on your lap and you're just running your fingers through his hair and you can basically see and feel him slowly relax under your touch, maybe even slowly falling asleep :(

Or the other way around, laying on his lap and he's playing with your hair and you can just fully relax with him <3

Idk I'm a sucker for this kind of scenario 😭😭😭

Day 5 of Flufftober

synopsis: playing in miguel's hair

pairing: gn!reader × miguel o'hara (no pronouns used)

tags: soft miguel, pet names (baby, honey, etc..)

lumi's note: SPIINEYY!!! thank you sm for your request, i got so excited to write this :)

he can't remember how, or when, but if he recalls correctly, it was as the sun was setting, when he found himself on your balcony, pushing the sliding door and letting himself into your living room.

you always left it unlocked, always, in case he comes home late at night. he always told you to lock it, paranoid that some sort of villian will trace his steps and find you, but today, he was extremly thankful you did not listen to him.

the door made a little screeching noise, miguel could hear your rushed footsteps, making your way from the kitchen to the living room. the sight of you, mouth slightly agape, wearing nothing but a shirt of his made made him smile just slightly. you on the other hand, looked extremly concerned.

"mig, what's wrong?" you rushed to his side. always such a worry wart, he blamed himself for that, god knows how many nights he showed up on your doorstep bloodied and bruised. "nothing, thought I'd come see you."

"you never come back this early." you reached for his face, and he almost dropped to his knees when you touched him. your soft hands cupped both his cheeks, thumbs moving across his skin, making a mental note of how his the eyebags under his eyes have only gotten darker. always so exhausted. always do tired, always so weak when he feels you touch him. "has something happened?"

"no, no, baby, stop." he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in by the waist, slumping over and nuzzling his head into your neck. you were so incredibly warm, and you smelled of that lavender bodywash he'd bought earlier this month, god, he could get just drunk off of the smell of your skin. "I needed a break."

your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, hand tangeled at the end of his curls, "okay, you should go change then, while I make you something to eat, would that—"

"no," he straightened up, taking your hand in his, and pulling you closer to the couch. you silently followed him, a little curious to what he had in mind. he sat down, tapped his gizmo, the suit on his body dematerliazing into thin air, getting replaced by a pair of sweats and a white shirt. "here." he gestured you sit beside him, and you obliged queitly.

miguel moved, laying himself down on the couch, using your thighs as a pillow for his head. he arched himself a couple of times, groaning at the pain he felt in his back and neck. "do you want a massage?"

"no, no.." he moved your hands himself, putting one on his chest, and one on his hair. you smiled, he'd never tell you right to your face, maybe feeling embaressed at how it made him feel, but he loved it when you played in his hair.

you got to work, detangling his soft tufts of black strands, freeing them from the hold of the gel miguel used so it wouldn't flop down onto his face when he took off his mask. you ran your fingers through his hair, rolling some short curls around your finger, letting a few strands loose onto his forehead, even doing the longer parts into little braids.

miguel groaned queitly, putting a hand on his eyes, shutting them close. "yeah, just like that." he whispered, mostly to himself more than anything. you playfully tugged a strand while braiding, and he grunted, removing his hand just to glance at you. "don't pull, honey." you giggled, leaning down, pushing the loosened hair off his forehead and leaving a kiss. a chuckle rumbled in his chest, then he closed his eyes again.

"maybe you should tone the gel down a little bit, mig." you hummed, "It's affecting your hair a little, lots of breaking."

"Mhm."

"don't worry, it's not bad at all—I think I need to trim your hair a little too—I could also lend you some of that hair mask product I've been trying, you should massage it into your scalp—"

"you should do that." he mumbled queitly, his tone not demanding, rather pleading. miguel was a strong man, but when you had your hands in his hair, it weakened him, the tender affection he received from you brought him to his knees.

"hm, guess I will." he felt your lips press against his forehead, and he shuddered at the sensation, grinning ever so slightly.

you kept detangling it, softly giving him a massage, watching as the man most people deemed as intimidating and unapproachable, come undone at the touch of your hand. groans of relief escaped his lips, his muscles relaxed in no time.

you sat in silence for a few minutes, before you suddenly heard the soft snores of your boyfriend, who, when you looked down, was fast asleep, mouth agap.

you giggled a little, awe-struck by his handsome face and messy hair, how even when he slept, his eyebrows stayed furrowed a little. you could keep staring at him for ages.

and maybe today, you just might.

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esmedelacroix · 1 month

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Romeo e Giulietta[a mafia love story] pt.2

mafioso!miguel x f!mafioso!reader 🂱

cw: suggestive

first part | miguel masterlist

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"Papá..." you started.

"Giulietta, where do you always go at night? You barely ever sleep in your own bed," he questions. Long silence ate away at you not knowing what to say to him. You didn't want to lie to your father but you didn't want to tell him the truth because it would hurt him.

"Papá, I can't tell you..." you said, getting nervous because you felt like you were letting him down.

"I just hope it's nothing that will disappoint me, Guilietta," he said sternly.

You gave him a weak smile and continued to climb the stairs.

"Oh and sweetheart, do not forget the charity event tonight; everything must go according to plan, and stay far away from those damned O'haras, especially Miguel," he said, his voice dripping with pure venom and hate as he said the name of your love.

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The day went on without a hitch; you spent most of the day planning the charity event, which was just a money laundering scheme, but what else could you expect from a mafioso? Besides, you were taking money from rich people. So it wasn't all too bad.

That night you wore a tight black dress with a sinful slit going up to your mid-thigh. Miguel had bought that dress, but you never got to show it off. It was still a bummer that Papá wouldn't let you converse with the O'haras. There was no fun in sulking because you couldn't talk to your sweet boy, so you teased him all night. Wearing that beautiful dress that he had bought, the maroon lipstick that stained most of his button-up collars. Your hair was in an updo so he could see your cleavage, collarbone, and back tattoo perfectly.

When everyone had arrived at the event, you descended the stairs. All eyes were on you. The bright grandiose golden chandelier shone above you. You could feel Miguel's gaze piercing through you as you greeted guests. You gave him a quick smirk as you made your way across the room to welcome more people. You looked delectable and Miguel was lovin' it.

Until he wasn't 'lovin' it' and you would occasionally be touchy with many of the guys your father wanted you to marry. Miguel hated the flirtatious looks that you were giving them, the way you would touch their forearms and run your fingers across your collarbone drawing attention to your cleavage.

That was just enough to tick Miguel off completely. He knew what you were doing to him but how could he resist, when it came to you he was a fool.

When you walked up to the cocktail table and there was no one around he took you by the wrist and dragged you to a nearby powder room locking the door behind him.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" you asked, backing up until the counter stopped you. He put his hands on either side of you on the counter trapping you.

"I think you know what I mean," he whispered as he brought his face closer to yours. His scent was intoxicating, you could smell the vodka and cigar in his breath. That scent was enough to make your knees go weak.

"Papá wouldn't let me talk to you, I just wanted to have some fun," you taunted.

"When do you ever obey your father when it comes to me? If you want fun you come to me," he smirked as he brought his face a single centimeter away from yours.

You nodded and draped your hands over his nape. "I'm yours," you said as you pressed your lips against his. He responded immediately to your kiss lifting you on the counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist and deepened the kiss that was already dripping with passion.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes, getting lost in them. "You know I love you right?" he asked, still lost in your eyes.

"Yes, of course," you smiled and sat up getting a little serious.

"Then you that I'm a fool for you, and you make me do crazy things," he said as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder. He breathed in your scent. You were wearing his favorite perfume too. Fuck. He thought to himself trying to resist ripping your clothes off right then and there.

"What is this about? What are you saying?" you questioned as you looked into his eyes a little panicked because he wasn't fully explaining himself.

"Just watch the news tonight at 10. Come, your guests will start to wonder where you are," he said as he led you out of the room.

The rest of the night went on smoothly. You stayed away from the guys you initially spoke to, you got what you wanted out of flirting with them. You spent the rest of the night admiring each other from afar all up to the moment after he got kicked out because his brothers were drunk and jumping into the infinity pool.

—

After the party was done and your social battery was intensely drained, you unwinded with a shower and some skincare. Afterward, you get into your bed and watch RuPaul's Drag Race with a Ben & Jerry's Half Baked Ice Cream.

Once the clock struck at 10:00 pm, you put on the news just like Miguel had told you to. It was the usual reports about politics until it was interrupted by a breaking news segment. The title read "8 WEALTHY SONS OF CONGLOMERATE FAMILIES MURDERED". When you saw the photos of the men who were killed your jaw dropped.

They were the bachelors you flirted with hours before. Just then you received a text message from Miguel saying "Ti amo[I love you], this is how crazy I am for you." you still couldn't believe your eyes, but what else was expected from Miguel? You were both crazy for each other and would do anything for each other. Except for going public about your relationship and disappointing your families. How could you tell your father that you are in love with the son of your mother's killer? How could Miguel possibly tell his brothers the woman he was seeing was the daughter of his parent's killer? You never do such a thing...

right?

. . .

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theroseceleste · 4 days

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Mafia Miguel has a chokehold on me currently. I'm in the process of writing my own little Mafia AU for our Miguel and wanted to do a cover photo for it. Then I thought about doing a timelapse, so here it is! Stay tuned for part one of Mafia Miguel.

Enjoy! xx

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whateveryouiguess · 10 months

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in the wee, small hours of the morning.

Miguel O’ Hara x Fem Reader

Summary: Miguel invites his girl to his early morning run. you can guess how that worked out for him.

Warnings: none! fluffy and fun, im not fluent in spanish but i’m getting there, native speakers u r 100% invited to critique me !! lmk what u think :)

if the sun wasn’t up, then neither was she.

few things got in between the girl and her beauty sleep. the grinding cacophony of the blender as miguel made his pre workout smoothie wasn’t enough to shake her from her sleep, but the absence of his warmth beside her in bed did cause her to stir. wiping the sleep from her eyes, her blurry vision took in the looming shadow of his broad shoulders, casted by the lamp on the nightstand beside her. the sight of his muscular back was enough to keep her awake as she sat up in bed, watching him get changed into his favorite dry fit high neck shirt.

“were you gonna say good morning?” his still raspy voice cut the cozy silence between them. “or just sit and stare at me, like a pervert?” he turns to face her with a half smile as he pulls his sweatpants on, hands on his hips.

she smiles and leans forward in the bed. “i was waiting for you to finish, actually. i didn’t wanna interrupt.”

“is that so?” he quirks an eyebrow, making his way towards the bed. she stretches her arms out and wraps them around his trim waist as he leans in for a kiss.

“mhmm.” she pulls him against her and hugs around his middle as he places kisses on her hairline. “you get dressed in a very particular way, it’s a process that can’t be disturbed. an art, some might even say.”

“who?” he laughs gently and sits beside her in the bed, pulling on his compression socks. he wraps a heavy arm around her waist and she lets her hands fall on the shoulders she’d just been admiring. his head seeks the crook of her neck like his brain is on cruise control and his lips freckle all their favorite spots, her fingers carding through his hair. “come with me.” he suggests before stamping a kiss below her ear, pulling away when she snorts out a laugh.

“you’re kidding.” a kiss on her cheek, the corner of her lips.

“nope.” he chimes.

“where, on your five am run?” she brushes a loose curl behind his ear, cocking an eyebrow with a smile. “now, you and i both know that would not end well.” he rolls his eyes and kisses her again, sitting up.

“well, you said you wanted to work out more! i was just putting it out there.” he gestures with a dramatic hand as he defends himself. she can’t help but laugh in response, to the chagrin of a very unamused miguel.

“yes, i do,” she kisses him back, only teasing him a little bit. “but inducing cardiac arrest at the asscrack of dawn isn’t exactly my idea of working out.” he wants to tuck his tail and pretend to be upset, but he can’t help but snicker at her dramatics. accepting defeat, he returns to the task of kissing, moving his arm from her waist to hold her hand and kiss down her arm.

“dios mío, querida.” he laughs out, warm breath trailing down the skin of her bicep, tickling the crook of her elbow. “cómo se dice hoity-toity?”

“oh, shut up!” she barks out a laugh and tickles at his armpit, coaxing him off of her. she gives him a gentle push as he stands. “you little shit.”

he returns the shove with a very gentle push against her shoulder, to which she dramatically flops over in the bed, folding herself in half at the waist and remaining still, poking out her tongue to seal the deal. with another dramatic eye-roll, he leans down to brush the strewn about hairs out of her eyes and kiss her on the cheek. she doesn’t kiss back, fully committed to the bit. “be back soon.” he slips his tennis shoes on and slides his cellphone into the pocket of his nike sweatpants, being sure to throw a blanket over the very dramatic, very awake, angel in his bed. “i’ll be sure to have LOTS of fun without you!” she snorts at that but stays still, only humming in reply. he stops himself at the door to watch her readjust her position, curling the bedsheets up over her neck and smelling them unashamedly, smiling at the scent of him.

maybe she didn’t wanna run with him today, but she would certainly be running circles in his mind as soon as he walked out the door.

i liked writing this one 🤭

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