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O'Hara with a chubby wife? Like dawg i wanna see him appreciate that chubbiness 😫 plus points she's always soft and kind to him which makes him fall even more

I'm so in love

I LOVE CHUBBY READER ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO MIGUEL ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

It makes me think about Miguel fawning over you, looking at you from afar because he can’t help but keep his gaze on your plump curves. I think about him sitting on the sofa, while you’re in the kitchen, cooking or something, and he can’t stay focused on whatever he was looking at the tv.

When you turn around and catch him staring, he doesn’t look away. He is not embarrassed that you saw him gawking at you, because he wants you to know that he is obsessed with you. “Ven aquí, mi amor,” (come here, my love) he calls you, a soft smile when he sees you walking towards him with a raised brow.

When you stand before him, he looks up at you with pure love in his eyes, before resting his hands over your full hips and gently tugging you closer, guiding you between his legs. He rests his head on your soft tummy, and nuzzles his face there, sliding his hands under your shirt and pawning gently at your plump waist. He hums when you thread your fingers through his dark locks and closes his eyes as he relaxes against you. “What are you doing?,” you ask softly, laugh in your voice.

He lets out a soft playful groan, burying his face in your tummy before tugging you impossibly closer, almost making you fall if it wasn’t for you placing your hands over his shoulders. You chuckle softly when he mumbles against your shirt, “nothing, mamí, just appreciating you”.

A gasp leaves your lips when he quickly wraps his arms around your legs and moves you to the couch, pushing you to lay down before laying on top of you. You huff softly at his weight, squirming slightly to adjust yourself under him. Miguel groans against youand buries his face between your full breasts, a little smile on his lips at the plumpness of his new makeshift pillow.

“Comfortable?,” you asks teasingly, glancing down at him before wrapping your arms around his broad back and holding him close. He nods slightly against you, nuzzling even closer, “mucho”. (very much) You let out a soft hum before sliding your hand under his baggy shirt, scratching his skin gently.

You feel his grip tighten around you, squishing you under him as he relaxes even more under your touch. Soon after, you feel his breath getting slower and when you glance down, he is asleep. There is a smile on your lips when you reach for the tv control and switch it off.

can you hear me cry? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

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#i am on love #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff

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Oral Fixation

Some horny head canons about this man's mouth...you're welcome (18+)

Miguel definetly has something of an oral fixation.

Whether it came about because of his transformation, or he always had ot, it doesn't matter. Nothing soothes this man like having something in his mouth.

When he's stressed, Miguel loves nothing more than to bury his face between your breasts, and mouth at your tits while you play with his hair.

When he's balls deep in you, feeling that addictive way your pussy wetly welcomes him back in with each thrust of his cock, he noses and mouths at your collar bone, jaw, neck, whatever he can get his lips on.

And when he cums, his jaw instinctively unlocks and he buries his fangs into your shoulder, humping and grinding his cock as deep inside you as he can.

On the flip side, he's thrilled to discover your oral fixation...

But THAT'S a story for another day...

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099

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Ex husband!Miguel who hasn’t moved on from your divorce and still wears the wedding band years later 👀

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara imagine #spiderman miguel #miguel x reader

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Guys.

m-m-mechanic………. m-miguel………. fuck……..

#oh my god #fuck yesssss #miguel o'hara #mechanic!miguel #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara fanfiction

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miguel hive NEEDS more writers….. plz y’all i’m begging it’s so dry here

#i promise i’m coming back you guys. slowly but surely #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara fanfiction

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Lol going through the dame thing rn. Gonna have to rewrite this bitch 😭

I had a whole story about Miguel written...now rereading it I hate it...Why does my brain do this to me!

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099

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I love your Gabriel drabbles!

can I request Gabriel with a reader who dresses in Tomboy clothes??

have a great day 💕💕

Sorry this took so long! I've been trying to write new fics and empty my inbox slowly but surly!

Maybe this was a bad idea…

It's so different from anything you have ever worn before…

What if he laughs…

What if he hates it…

Looking in the mirror, you can hardly believe you're wearing this. It's completely different from your usual sleepwear. Typically, you would be in your favorite sleep shirt and a pair of Gabriel's sweatpants. But now…

Pale pink, tight, and completely sheer, putting your whole body on display, something you usually avoid…

You usually wore clothes that hid your body, not that you were ashamed of yourself; you just liked the comfort of your tomboy style. Gabriel never seemed to mind; he always held you close, kissing your cheeks like you were the cutest thing he had ever seen. Gabriel O'Hara was just good like that; if there was a reward for best boyfriend, he should at least be nominated. He was kind, funny, and always reassuring without making you think he was babying you. The reasons for falling for him were numerous, and now here you are in this baby doll dress with him waiting in bed for you to come out in your 'surprise' for him. 

At the time you bought this, you were so sure that you would feel confident. The model looked great, so why wouldn't you? Maybe that was just wishful thinking…

It's too late now…Gabriel is waiting, being so patient for you. Are you a bit uncomfortable? Yes, but for him, you can bear it; you love him. 

With one more deep breath, you steady yourself and open the door. Gabriel's eyes nearly pop out of his skull as he looks at you head to toe. He seems to like it, so you keep your false smile. You watch as his eyes rake over you, taking in every detail, a smile creeping to his face, but when his eyes reach yours, his smile drops, and his face changes to something of concern. 

"What, you don't like it?" 

"Do you?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Keeping his eyes on you, he gets out of bed, placing gentle touches on your arms as he looks into your eyes, "I mean, you look so sad? That fake smile? Don't think I can't tell when you're not happy. Talk to me, what's up?"  

You can't help yourself from melting into his hold, wrapping your arms tightly around him, "I just…I don't feel like me in this…but I thought you might like it…something sexier…" 

Gabriel's face scrunches, "One, you shouldn't be dressing to impress me; you should wear what you're comfortable in. Two, I always think you're sexy." 

Leaning in, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his lips gently caressing your skin as he whispers praises to you, "You look sexy in just a T-shirt and my boxers; I love you so much. You drive me crazy, always…"  

The kisses start to feel sloppier as his tongue begins to lick gently at where he has been sucking marks onto your skin, his hands getting more seeking…

"How about when I'm naked…" you tease, throwing your head back as you feel his hands slip under the seer material to squeeze your ass; Gabriel practically moans at the thought of you bare for him. 

"That's my favorite…" he purrs in your ear, making your body shiver in excitement. 

"Help me take it off?"

"How about I rip it off?" 

"Even better." 

In a swift motion, Gabriel has you bent over the bed, his erection pressing against your wet cunt, already begging for him. With surprisingly little effort, his hands tear the flimsy material, his hands admittedly finding your breast to roll and pinch your buds, making you squirm. 

Gabriel brings one hand down to your clothed pussy, ruining the sheer thong that matched the tiny dress. His finger slowly slides and dips through to tease your aching slit. 

"Going to rip that of two?" 

Gabriel hums, admiring the thin cloth buried in your ass; he brings his fingers under the elastic waist and quickly lifts it up and releases causing it to snap against your skin, making you a mew slip and your back arch. Then roughly, he pulls the small panties to the side and buries two fingers knuckle deep, making you moan and start to softly rock back and forth on them. 

A small laugh leaves his lips, "eventually…"  

#gabriel o'hara x you #gabriel o'hara smut #gabriel o'hara x reader #atsv gabriel o'hara #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #gabriel o'hara

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Here, y'all want this?

#i want #miguel o hara #miguel ohara #spider man 2099

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Villain vibes Miguel… facial hair or nah?

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #miguel fanart #miguel o’hara fanart #spiderman 2099 #atsv fanart

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Thinkin abt DadBod!Miguel… once again…

You were the lucky girl that pulled Miguel n had him wrapped around your lil finger.

As much as he didn’t like to show it publicly, the man was whipped. By the means of your affectionate love, Miguel actually began to take better care of himself, resulting in happy boyfriend weight gain.

As time went on, you’d noticed those changes: Thicker thighs, fatter ass, pecs are perkier, and a soft pouch that you’d feel up when you removed his shirt during hot, open-mouthed make-out sessions.

Miguel was a little surprised to find that you loved it, and since then, has taken advantage of this information.

Now, he proudly walks around shirtless, in nothing but grey sweatpants or even boxers sometimes. He thought he was slick by acting coy, but you knew that he knew that you get wet just by the sight of his brawny, hairy muscles, or that muffin top he had going on… and that happy trail…

Then he’d give you that smirk when he caught you staring, making fun of you when he did. And when he sees that you’re a blushing mess, he attacks you with kisses, you swatting him away but it’s no use; he’s already caged you under him on the couch, the both of you breaking into a fit of giggles.

Today, it’s early in the morning. He didn’t have to be at the society until a little later, so you made the best use of the rare time you had together and made him some breakfast. After he was done eating, the two of you cuddled on the couch for the remainder of his free time.

He was sprawled out on the couch (almost too small for him) with your body on top of his. Your head lays on his chest, the hair there slightly tickling your skin. His strong hands rub your back oh so gently, making you drift away. Miguel occasionally kisses the top of your head as he himself doze off as well. Just when the two of you are about to fall asleep, his watch on the coffee table goes off.

“mierda—“ he groans, immediately going to snooze the loud, annoying alarm. You lift your head with a ‘mph’, your body grieving the loss of a peaceful moment between the both to you. “Already?” You look up at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes, ones that break his heart.

“I know, mama, I know, I’m sorry, but y’know I have to go.” He tuts. Like as if you were made of porcelain, he gently pries you off of him, but you refuse. “Just call in, baaaabe.”

Miguel feels you grab onto him tighter, and he lays back on his elbows in regret, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, mamita. I gotta go, mama, c’mon.”

“But baaaaabyyyyy.” You pout.

“Beba, tu sabes que yo quiero quedarme contigo, pero I simply can’t.” He really did hate having to say bye to you. He used to never wanna leave the lab, but now he counts down to the seconds until he gets to come home to your arms.

“Just a few more minutes?” You lift your head from his chest again, giving him those eyes that could get you anything.

“Beba, por favor-“ he knits his brows. He was cracking.

“Pleeeeeeaaasse?” You pout your bottom lip, “We haven’t had a day like this in forever, babe. Besides, you work so hard already…”

You place and subtly push your hands on his chest, and to your surprise, he lays back on the couch, wanting to hear what else you have to say, and maybe see what mischievous plan you had this time.

He could spare a minute or two, it won’t hurt… right?

“You deserve a day off, no?” Your voice becomes softer, more sensual as you peel yourself from his body and straddle not on his waist, but his stomach. Miguel’s consciousness is slipping.

Miguel’s hands instinctively go to rest on your hips, which have started to vaguely grind on his belly.

You were clever. By teasing Miguel and grinding against his stomach, merely inches from his fat cock, you knew you’d have him crumble under you in no time. “Well… do you?” You ask again, raising your eyebrow. You know it was working.

His eyes are now laser focused on the triangle of your panties, now marked with a wet spot, rubbing against his mid section. In his mind, he’s practically fighting for his life between going to work or letting you keep doing what you’re doing and so far… what his eyes are stuck on is winning.

“fuck, mama… you’re makin’ it real difficult, you know that?” His voice gravels at the sight in front of him. He doesn’t look up, too distracted by your slow thrusts against his soft belly. He hissed as he can feel his own cock rise in his grey sweats, precum bleeding through, no doubt.

“Baby, just stay, just for today… please?” Your breathy tone goes straight to his aching dick, pushing him over the edge from staying or going.

Hungry, Miguel licks his lips just as he takes one of his hands, hooking his pointer finger on one side of the triangle of your panties, pulling it aside so that nothing separated your wet heat and his fluffy stomach. He let out a low sigh and a few curses, watching as you painted his belly with your juices. He’s not even in you, but he could cum just from this.

“Aw fuck… what am I gonna do with you?“ he looks up at you, almost annoyed that this was working on him, but he couldn’t help it. He was pussy whipped. Feeling like you’ve won, you lazily smiled, already getting close to your climax as you continued grinding on his soft stomach.

“Lyla… fuck… mute my watch. I’m takin’ the day off.”

A/n: This one right here…. This ask did it for me. Been replaying this one in my head for days now hnnnghh I need him so bad, it actually makes my stomach hurt and my head dizzy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Thank you nonnie <3

Hope y’all liked it <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #dadbod!miguel #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader

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MIGUEL STANS CHECK IN!!!!

(Just curious on how many people still love our big grumpy emotionally unstable spider 🫶)

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o hara #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #atsv

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life's too short to write for an imaginary critic that you fear will hate what you wrote

#for all my writers out there #❤️

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thinking about miguel who’s obsessed with your tits… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

— he loves to rest his head on them when you guys cuddle together, especially if he's tired and has had a long day

— when he’s half asleep he’ll slip his hands under your shirt and cup them cuz they’re so warm…… he’ll literally will use them as a personal hand warmer

— when you’re talking to him and wearing no bra or something revealing he will keep glancing at them thinking he’s so slick. “miguel?” you say rolling your eyes, “what?”

— nothing turns him on more than when you ride him because they’re literally bouncing infront of him, he thinks he’s gonna pass out at the sight

— miguel always wants to fuck your tits YUP i said it! when he sees you in a v cut shirt or your cleavage showing he’s already hard at the thought………. how perfectly his cock would slide in between them, coating his cum over them as you look up at him with a pretty smile

— sometimes he’ll get needy and start planting kisses on your neck and chest, then give you a pleading look as he fidgets with your shirt, practically begging you for permission to lift it up

— miguel LOVES to suck on them. its something that he was embarrassed to admit at first, but once he did it for the first time, he hasn't stopped. sometimes he wants to do it to help you relax, but most of the time he does it for his own pleasure. he’ll cup both of them with his huge hands, playing with one of your hard nipples while sucking on the other one. he’ll swirl his tongue on it and suction it, keeping his eyes shut as you stroke strands of hair out of his face. when he finally finishes sucking with one of them with a pop!, he’ll go onto the other one and do the same

— when you’re resting on the couch on your period and tell him your body aches, especially your boobs, his eyes instantly light up as he walks and sits next to you. “s’ okay baby, let me make you feel good. can’t have my beautiful girl all sore hm?” he coos, trailing his hands towards them as he begins massaging them.

— miguel can’t wait for you to be his pregnant wife, not only because you’ll look so beautiful with a round belly carrying his baby, but because your tits will look all pretty, full and swollen with milk

(and he may or may not have a lactating kink i didn’t say it though!)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara atsv #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman 2099

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Miguel sketch hahaha!

#everyone draws him so pretty #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel fanart #miguel o’hara fanart

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DAMN

my oldest fanart of Miguel

Vs

My current fanart of Miguel

I think I kinda improved, if i wasn't so lazy I would render the current one 🤔

This is sorta like a repost to show my progress, I have more old Miguel fanarts 💀

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel ohara fanart #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099

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hi! I saw ur post abt accidentally deleting reqs and was scared since mine wasn’t answered yet (im not complaining bc ur other work is so so delicious to read 😍) anyways here it is. Ok imagine Miguel ohara being the heir to the mafia ‘throne(?)’ ima be so fr idk what they call it 💀 anyways and he’s in an arranged marriage w/ a girl from a diff mafia family as a way to make peace between the two families, except neither he or the girl are happy abt it. Enemies to lovers would just be majestic for the plot in my opinion 🤭. Anywaysssss thank u sm and remember to drink water 🫶🏻

Art by: Kimmy_art0912 Pairing: Mob Boss Miguel x Wife reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, very mild violence, no use of y/n Summary: You and Miguel come from different mafia families, forced to be married in order to form an alliance as threat from an outside. However, you and Miguel can only tolerate each other, at best. A/N: I swear I scratched and rewrote this like five different times.I am sorry it took so long. I am slowly making my way back into writing. I do thank anon and everyone else for their patience as I slowly make my way back to life and I will be writing more Miguel fics soon. I may do a part two to this, depending on interest recieved. I have been getting into mafia books so I am going to be looking into those for inspo if I do make more parts to this. Also, very very light editing was done. Word Count: 4.6k

Your family and the O’Hara’s have been enemies since your ancestors set foot into this country. Both immigrating from nothing but the clothes on their backs and pennies to their name. 

Your family started working in the food industry. Working in restaurants, bakeries, etc. Anything that had to do with food. Seven days a week. Working from twelve to fourteen hour shifts just to make ends meet. Your great great grandfather worked at the local deli as well as a restaurant. When he wasn’t cutting up meat, he was in the kitchen making food. Your great great grandmother worked at the neighborhood bakery as well as the tailors. Her dream was to make clothes- dresses. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She started taking classes at the local college once they saved up enough money to invest in her studies. 

Eventually, with their hard work and sacrifices, their dreams came true. Your family soon owned several restaurants as well as luxury boutiques. Everyone did their part in keeping the family businesses growing and going. 

At first, it was all simply honest work. Your family stayed humble and grateful for their dedication. Then, with your great grandfather, things took a slight turn. He wanted to expand and turn into construction. Nueva York continued to go and grow, with more people coming to try to make a living and a name for themselves. And in that mix, people with bad intentions also tagged along. The family businesses were in jeopardy of being taken over or shut down completely by these power-hungry thugs. He did not want that. So, he and the rest of the family banded together and began hiring people who would be willing to work for them and protect them, whether they were military vets, criminals, or even cops. Anyone who was willing to protect the family. 

Allyship with other mafia families also aided in the growth and protection. However, there was one family that yours always butted heads with. 

The O’Haras. They immigrated from Ireland around the same time your great great grandparents did. They built their own businesses, casinos, hotels, and clubs- and wanted their own power and a spot with the elites of the criminal world. 

At first, things were neutral between the two families. At one point, the two families were almost allies. However, one night, there was commotion going on at one of the O’Hara nightclubs. Members of your family got into a tussle with the O’Hara group and ended up being a blood bath, with both sides losing men. 

Ever since then, things were tense, and the bloodshed continued to grow as oppositions rose. 

No one really knew what it was that started the feud that night. Some suspected it had been over a woman. Others thought it was simply because some members were drunk and careless words were exchanged.

Either way, the rivalry continued on. Until a new threat entered the city. And there was no choice but to come together. 

—

It’s been six months since you moved into his house. Six months since you lost your freedom. Six months since you got married. To Miguel O’Hara. 

It all happened in an instant. First, you were out abroad, having recently gotten your first major job as a fashion designer in a luxury clothing company, wanting to be as successful as your great great grandmother, and now you were out on a little vacation to celebrate, when you received a call from your father, ordering you to come back home. 

You should’ve relished that Mediterranean breeze as long as you could, because once you got on that flight back home, your world was about to be flipped on its head. 

“I’m sorry…WHAT?!” You screeched at your father, you only looked at you with his calm, cool, distant, expression as he inhaled into his cigar.

“You’re getting married to Miguel O’Hara,” he repeated. 

“I heard what you said! But, why?!”

“The O’Haras had agreed to a truce. Kingpin is gaining on both of our families. We are losing men and traction left and right. We agreed by aligning our families together, we will gain strength in numbers and influence.”

“And you are shipping me off into an arranged marriage! This isn’t the medieval age or whatever! 

Plus, with Miguel?! At least have me marry Gabriel. He’s not an asshole like his brother.”

“Miguel is to become head of the O’Hara family as he is the first born. Plus, his determination has been promising.”

You let out a groan. You could not believe this was happening. You never wanted to get sucked into this life. That’s why you went off to college. To try to get away and make a life of your own. Your efforts were proven to be futile as you felt the rug be pulled from under you and you were being dragged along with it to the same life you were trying to escape. 

Your father’s eyes softened. A hint of sorrow filled them. 

“I know, sweetheart. This isn’t what I was hoping for you, either. But, it is the only way. We are running out of options. I am sure Miguel will take care of you, and you will be able to fulfill your dream of following your great great grandmother’s footsteps. I am sure she would be proud to have someone actively expanding her fashion legacy..”

You still shook your head. It was just too much for you to take in. Plus, wasn’t Miguel in a relationship with someone? Xina? No..they broke up months ago. That’s right. But, wait..he was seeing someone else? Ugh. The guy has a new girlfriend every other day.

Besides, you two did have a thing going on in the past. It wasn’t serious. Mainly the occasional hookups. You two were of rivaling families, after all. You both did have your reasons for disliking each other. So, the sex was pretty much hate sex? If that made sense. It wasn’t out of passion. Unless you could call hatred a passion.

Never did you think you’d actually be getting married to him. 

After the news broke out that you and Miguel were to be wedded, everything went by in such a blur. Preparations for the wedding. The actual wedding. The honeymoon- which was hardly a honeymoon because neither of you actually spent any time together. It was just too awkward, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with this arrangement as much as you were. 

When you first moved into his house, you wanted to sleep in a separate room from him, and he agreed. However, when both of your parents found out about this, they were all livid. 

“How will you two get to know each other more and become intimate with each other if you are sleeping in separate beds?” Your mom cried one day when she came to visit you. You assured her there would be other situations where you and your husband would bond. Public situations where you’d be surrounded by other people and talking to those people rather than each other. 

You two simply avoided each other as much as possible. And during the times when you two were together, your company was either met with silence or bickering. And sometimes even being at each other’s throats. 

He would call you names like ‘immature’ ‘wild’ ‘rowdy’ and so on, simply because you refused to listen to him whenever he demanded something from you. 

You’d retaliate and tell him that he was controlling and a perfectionist. Because well, he was. He had to have things done a certain way or it would ensue chaos. And while he was right about you being a little more rowdy and wild, it was simply because you had the luxury of growing somewhat more normal. Your parents did not drill the life of the mafia into your head the same way it was drilled into Miguel’s. Which is why you both clashed when trying to communicate with each other. 

Right now, you were at home in the library. You spend a lot of time there, and while Miguel’s taste in reading wasn’t usually to your taste, you’d sometimes find yourself reading some of the novels that he was currently reading, as well as reading some that you’ve been purchasing and adding to the collection. 

Which reminded you, you had to head over to the mall and purchase the next book of a spicy romance series you’d been reading. As well as look for an outfit to wear at the next charity event you and Miguel would be attending. 

One of the few things you liked about Miguel was that he was very generous and active in the community, helping those less fortunate.

Placing the book down, you rubbed your bag and keys and decided to head out for a bit. Saying goodbye to the house staff as you walked past them, you made your way to the garage, which housed Miguel’s collection of cars, ranging from vintage to sporty and modern to big black suvs that you’d use whenever a bodyguard was transporting you somewhere, like parties. You never understood why someone needed so many cars but, whatever, as long as it wasn’t your money being spent. 

You made your way over to your car, glad that you were able to bring it with you when you got married. It was your baby. One of the few things you were able to bring with you. 

Glancing over at the clock on the dashboard, you bit your bottom lip. You should have enough time to purchase some books before heading off to your parents for a bit. You did promise them you would show up. They were planning lunch for you. It was your birthday today, after all. 

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Miguel stood in front of the battered man that kneeled before him, hearing the groaning of pain coming from their mouth as blood pooled around the cement floor. 

Miguel’s knuckles were bleeding. But, it wasn’t his own blood, but the blood of the poor bastard that withered before him. Miguel didn’t like to use violence. He thought it was a primitive way of negotiating with his enemies. However, there were times when a little violence was necessary to get his point across. And to send a message. 

Why was this man being battered like a sack of potatoes? 

The man spat blood, a tooth or two flying out with the glob of blood as he remained strapped to his chair. His face was covered in blood. Beat up and mangled by the hands of the tall, brooding man before him. 

Miguel slowly knelt down before the man, taking a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look up into his almost amber eyes. 

“ Eres un demonio! (You're a demon). Not even the devil himself will want you!” the man spat, a glob of blood landing on Miguel’s cheek.

Miguel let out a hum of disinterest. His eyes lacked any life in them. However, this was when he felt the most alive, seeing his enemies cowering and crumbling before him. 

He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned the blood from his cheek before tossing the now soiled material at the man’s feet. 

“I take that as a compliment, you know. Maybe I want the devil himself to fear me.”

Miguel took out a cigar from his coat pocket and lit it before giving it a deep inhale and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke at the man’s face. He couldn't believe that one of Kingpin's goons had infiltrated his circle and posed himself as someone who could've been trusted. Miguel was definitely going to send that fat son of a bitch a message, by killing this guy and sending his corpse back to Kingpin's front door. 

Not only that, but it also meant that they were going to have to redo background checks on everyone working for the O’Haras. That was going to be a pain in the ass.

"Gabriel! Hand me my gun," Miguel called out to his brother.

Gabriel, Peter, and Ben were all standing several feet behind Miguel, all watching as their boss beat and battered the man before them. 

Gabriel was Miguel’s right hand now that their father had stepped down as head of the O’Hara family. Many thought Gabriel was going to take charge, however, Miguel was much more brutal and cut-throat than Gabriel. It made sense for Miguel to take up the mantle, despite him being an illegitimate son. 

Plus, Gabriel preferred being on the sidelines instead of making the decisions. 

Gabriel made his way over to his older brother, handing him the gun before stepping back to his original spot. 

“Now. We can do this the easy way. Where I ask you a couple of questions and answer them. Or, we can do this the hard way, when I ask you said questions and if you refuse to answer them, I get to shoot you anywhere I want.”

”I would rather you just shoot me! I will never answer to you!” The man croaked. 

“You never got shot before, have you?” Miguel hummed as he removed the safety from the gun and cocked it before pulling the trigger, shooting the man on the foot. 

The man let out a screeching howl as he thrashed on the chair, letting out a series of curses. 

Miguel simply nodded his head. “That’s what I thought. So..shall we begin?”

The whole ordeal took only a matter of minutes, as Miguel wasted no time in trying to get his questions answered. The man was not sitting lifeless on the chair as bullet holes decorated his body. 

Kingpin had sent a lower ranked grunt to spy on them, trying to scope up any valuable information to report back to his true boss. Unfortunately for Kingpin, those in the lower ranks didn’t really get to be part of the action and behind-closed door discussions, so, this man’s life was unnecessarily wasted. 

“Send his body back to Kingpin. Just leave him on his doorstep,” Miguel said as he examined his suit, letting out a grunt when he saw small splatters of blood. He was going to have to go home and change. “Will do. You should start heading back home. I am sure you wife is waiting for you,” Gabriel said as Peter and Ben began placing the body into a black body bag and carried him out to the waiting pick-up truck. 

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t hate you, but he knew that you hated him. And you had every right. You got married to him out of force, and while that wasn’t necessarily his fault, he didn’t blame you for holding a grudge on him. 

“Keep me posted on any activity. I need updated background checks on everyone working for us. We can’t let anyone else slip through the cracks,” Miguel stated as he made his way over to his car, with his brother following behind him. Gabriel nodded his head as he watched his brother leave. 

He had to make sure no on in his inner circle was actually working for Kingpin. Is someone indeed was, might as well just shut everything down then and there. 

No. Miguel wouldn’t give up just like that. He would just have to work harder and steer Kingpin off track. 

But, for the time being, his main goal was to get back home and get to his wife. It was your birthday, after all.

–

You spent the majority of the day with your parents. You had gone over to your former home- which you still miss deeply. It was such a stark contrast from where you lived now. There was just so much character, so much history in this house. It was the same house your great great grandfather had bought as a gift to his lovely wife, your great great grandmother, once their businesses were booming.

It had twelve bedrooms and sixteen bathrooms. A library where your mother would take you to read. When you were young, you’d pick out a book for your mother to read to you in bed. Mainly a fairy tale story. 

You always thought your life would be a fairy tale. You always imagined yourself as the princess or heroine, going on adventures and falling in love. However, the universe was not like those in the stories. Maybe in an alternate universe. But, not in this one. 

Instead, you were forced to marry the enemy in hopes of forming an alliance. Which, depending on how you looked at it, could’ve been seen as a fairytale. It didn’t feel like it. You weren’t in love with Miguel. You tolerated each other at best. Plus, you guys had shared history which made things pretty awkward at times. 

—-

You were back home, waiting for your darling husband to come home and wish you a Happy Birthday. He also supposedly promised to take you out to dinner. It was really an attempt for you two to get somewhat closer together. But, you weren’t sure how well that would play out. You both liked to push each other’s buttons. You were sure it would occur tonight. And honestly, you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You wanted to be a thorn on his side. He was always so full of himself. Always thought himself to be this bigshot. Untouchable. Unweavered. You loved proving him wrong. 

You continued to wait and wait. The house staff had left for the night, including Miss Cheryl, your personally favorite housekeeper. She was an older woman, possibly in her mid-fifties. You never cared to ask her- mainly because you didn’t want to be rude and you actually liked her. 

Looking up at the clock in Miguel’s office, you saw that it was already seven thirty in the evening. Reservations were supposedly made for eight. Miguel had thirty minutes to get there. 

A part of you didn’t really care if he had forgotten or just waved it off. You didn’t want to force yourself to be nice with him, because who knew, you might just throw a glass of wine at him just as you did during your wedding reception.

You could hear a chime coming from the Alexa that rested on Miguel’s desk, signaling that someone had entered the house. 

Finally. You honestly thought he wasn’t going to come. 

Raising from his chair, you decided to go ahead and greet your husband. 

He was making his way upstairs as you made your way down the hallway, both of you making eye contact. 

“You’re late. I thought you weren’t going to come,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

As Miguel stepped closer, you could notice blood splattered on his white shirt. 

“I know. Let me get changed real quick,” he replied as he walked past you. 

You knew Miguel had a way of dealing with those who wronged him. You have seen his blood-stained knuckles, bloodied shirts and a dangerous look in his eyes. It’s pretty much like in the movies. Some poor unlucky soul gets tortured to death by the boss or someone higher up. You’d like to think that Miguel isn’t simply killing people just because of blood-lust. While it wasn’t your business to judge, you didn’t want to be married to someone who is a little too eager to get blood on his hands. 

You made your way to his room, standing by the door as you watched Miguel slip on a fresh pair of pants and button-up shirt, something more suitable for dinner. Once he was finished, he took another look at you, furrowing his brows a bit. 

“What?” You questioned. 

“What are you wearing?” 

“What do you mean ‘what are you wearing’?” You asked, looking down at your dress. 

“Don’t you think that’s too revealing?” He asked. 

“What? Revealing? Where? Don’t tell me showing a little leg and shoulder is prohibited. Come on! This is the height of fashion right now, as well as demonstrating body positivity.” Miguel simply gave you a look as if in disgust. Not for the body positivity part. But rather your fashion choices. He was aware of your family’s success in the fashion industry. He even applauded it. But, he was also a  man with much simpler tastes. Tastes that you would sometimes groan over. 

“Well, I’m not changing, so let’s just get going,” you said as you grabbed a shawl to compliment your dress, and to shut Miguel up. 

The ride to the restaurant was quiet, save for the music that was playing on the radio. You two had very different music tastes. Not surprising. Sometimes you’d change the station or hook up your phone to Bluetooth. But, you tried to sit back and let him listen to his music this time. 

When you two managed to get there, Miguel stopped in front of the valet and got out. The valet driver in-waiting opened the car door for you to help you get out as Miguel rounded the car, handing the keys over to the young man who then took the sleek black suv to the parking garage. 

He gave you his arm to take. It had become routine. Show some sort of display of affection while in public. You never knew who could be watching. Sometimes cameras would pop out in front of you two. 

The proposal was rushed. The engagement. The wedding. People grew suspicious, and rightfully so. Your families quickly came up with a story of how you and Miguel were seeing each other in secret despite the rivalry of the families. The alleged secrecy of romance and hurried marriage gave you two the the title of Romeo and Juliet. Two star-crossed lovers who went against all odds just to be together despite your families and their differences. But, unlike the story, your ending didn’t result in a double-suicide, but rather acceptance, wedding bells, and peace between the two families. Everyone bought it. Well..almost everyone. 

As you two made your way inside and were greeted by the hostess, you were taken to a more secluded area of the restaurant. There, the table had been set up especially for you. A bottle of wine rested over a bed of ice, candles were lit on the table, as well as around the perimeter of your area. It would have been romantic, had you actually had romantic feelings for Miguel.

Still, he was a gentleman and he did go out of his way to reserve a nice place for you.

 He pulled a chair out for you to sit and scooted you in before taking his seat across from you. The music from a live pianist in the main dining hall still reached your private area. Had it not been for them, the room would’ve been dead silent as you and Miguel silently looked through your menus. 

“Can I pour you a glass of your wine?” A waitress asked onceshe approached your table. She was young. Tall and thin with big blue eyes and blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. And wearing way too much makeup. At least for your tastes. 

You could see how she was looking at Miguel, batting her fake eyelashes. You thought they were either going to fall off or send her flying away. Either way, you simply rolled your eyes. You didn’t care if Miguel got hit on, but come on, at least not while you were right there to see. 

“Yes, thank you,” Miguel said, giving her a charming smile. It made you roll our eyes again. Yes, he was being polite and all, but you could see right through him. 

“Can I offer you both an appetizer to start?” She then asked, still looking over at Miguel. 

Miguel then looked over to you, giving you a nod. “Would you like something to start with?”

”Yes, actually. Some bread for the table. they usually bring it out at the beginning,” you started. Which was true. You were just trying to be a little petty. 

“And how about some crab cakes and a salad for the table?”

The waitress nodded her head, her smile now a straight line. So straight, you could swipe your card through it like a card reader. 

“Yes, of course. I will put those in for you and bring you your bread,” she said before leaving the table. 

You simply rolled your eyes once again as you settled back against your seat. 

“How was lunch with your family?” Miguel then asked, trying to make conversation. 

“It was fine,” you responded. Usually, your responses would be short, and Miguel wouldn’t entertain the topic further. You knew you should at least try to get along with him, giving that you are married and that you will be spending the rest of your life with him. You simply assumed that it just hadn’t kicked in yet. You were going to try, though. 

One day.

“Ah, Mr. O’Hara! Mrs. O’Hara! A pleasure to see you two here tonight!” Someone behind you exclaimed. You could hear their heavy footsteps before turning around and seeing the owner and head chef of the restaurant. “Javier. A pleasure to see you,” Miguel said. “We were just celebrating my wife’s birthday.” “Ah! Of course! Happy birthday, Mrs. O’Hara. You look as stunning as ever,” Javier exclaimed. The man was five foot three, a mix of tan to sunburned skin, and all round. He kind of reminded you of the Pillsbury mascot. He looked so squishable and jolly. 

“Actually, Javier. Would you mind me having a word with you, real quick?” Miguel then asked, scooted his chair back from the table and stood, easily towering over the man. 

“O-oh! O-of cours! Of course! Come, come! Let’s step to the side,” Javier stated, now looking a little nervous as he led Miguel out of the room, leaving you alone. 

All while Miguel was having his private conversation with Javier, the waitress came back with the bread and appetizers. 

“We are going to need a couple of minutes,” you stated as she placed everything onto the tables. 

“Of course! I’ll make my way back around in a few minutes,” the waitress said, giving you a tight-lipped smile.  

You tried your best to not roll your eyes at her again as she left. Letting out a sigh, you decided to dig into the bread and appetizers. You sure weren’t going to wait for Miguel to come back to start eating. You never waited for him. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you knew you’d be waiting forever for him. 

–

Soon enough, you were back home. You were still slightly curious about the conversation Miguel had with Chef Javier. But, you didn’t think you should press Miguel about it. Some things were meant to be kept in private. Besides, you wanted no part of this whole mafia stuff. It had stolen so much of your freedom already. You wanted to remain ignorant of what goes on behind closed doors as much as possible. 

You both made your way upstairs, neither of you speaking as you made your way to your rooms for the night. 

Tomorrow you were planning on heading over to the boutique. Your cousin was currently operating it and sometimes you’d go to help her out. It helped you get out of the house every once in a while. Plus, you were usually filled with inspiration when you were surrounded by your family’s clothing. You were still working on your portfolio to give out to various companies, in hopes they would hire you. 

You were confident that they would. You were talented. Plus, you have your family’s name to back you up. Now, all you had to do was to make sure you get a good night’s rest so you could get up refreshed. 

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ᥫ᭡ — Incentive

Artists — Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Prompt — A gets clingy in the mornings. B has to get up for work and A just wants cuddles. you can imagine how that ends.

Genre — Drabble

Lyrics — Miguel tries to slip out of your grasp while you're sleeping and so he can go to work. You aren’t willing to let him go and since he keeps insisting he has to leave you decide to use an incentive to make him stay.

Music Advisory — afab!reader, suggestive/implied content, little smutty (17+) + a little fluff

Duration — 800-900 words

Words from Artist — My first Miguel fic! I’m so excited to be posting my first with him because I love writing for him now. I’m looking for some Miguel requests so feel free to submit!

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In the beginning of your relationship, Miguel quickly learned what your love languages were: Quality Time and Physical Touch. At first, he wasn’t used to all the touching gestures, regular hugs, holding hands, and cuddling because he wasn’t raised to be physically affectionate, but gradually he became more comfortable and receptive, wrapping his arms around your torso and dragging his hand up and down your back, finally accepting your love that was shown through physical contact.

You’ve always been clingier in the mornings than any other time of the day since Miguel always had to leave and go tend to his duties within the Spider-Society, so when you feel him shifting underneath you, your mood quickly turns sour from being awakened by him trying to maneuver out of your loving grasp. “Mig, stop movin’ around.” You grumble under your breath before tightening your arms around his torso and burying your head farther into his chest. No matter what position you fall asleep in the night before, in the morning, you always find yourself pressed against your boyfriend’s warm body. Miguel ignores your request and takes hold of your arms and tries to pry them apart which only annoys you more. “Miguel, stop. M’trying to sleep.”

“Mi vida, you know I have to go to work. The multiverse needs my attention right now.” Currently it’s almost ten minutes past the time Miguel was supposed to be up and getting ready for work. He knows that if he stays in bed any longer, he will fall behind on his schedule and you trying to restrain him to the confinement of your shared bed is only making it worse. “If I don’t get up now, I’ll be late and you know I hate being late.” He continues to try and reason with you, but when he feels your grasp tightening around his toned body, a huff of frustration slips out of his mouth.

“Can’t you stay home a little longer?” You look up at him through your lashes while running your hand down his broad chest, hoping that your sultry look will make him change his mind about leaving you to go to work. You don’t want him to leave especially so soon in the morning. The sun has barely risen above the horizon and he is already trying to leave. If he leaves, you are going to miss the warmth that emittes from his body, miss his callous hand resting on your back, and most of all you will miss his presence. You know that it would take a really good incentive for him to stay in bed and you have an excellent idea. “If you stay home, I’ll help you ease into your day.” You begin to plant kisses on his warm skin while leaning up from your current position and throwing your leg over his body and straddling him.

Miguel's eyes stay trained on your body as you continually press your lips on his flesh, watching how you slightly grind your hips over his crotch before stretching out your legs and moving down his body. The farther you move down his body, the closer you get to your target goal, first his chest, second his stomach, and third his beautifully defined v-line. Miguel knows what you are trying to do; tempt him with one of his favorite sexual acts: going down on him. He doesn’t want to verbally admit that he is falling into your trap, but you can tell that it is working when you feel his cock hardening underneath you. “So, Mr.O’Hara, are you going to stay home now?”

Miguel knows that he should say no and get out of bed so he can start his day, but how can he resist your offer when your lips are so close to his throbbing cock that has been needing your attention? And if that isn’t enticing enough, you are wearing his favorite sleepwear; a velvet slip dress that accentuats your breasts and when you bend over, it gives him a full view of your round ass. Before he gives you a response, he grabs his phone from his nightstand, sending a quick message to Jessica and letting her know that he won’t be coming in today and to act as interim leader until tomorrow. Once the message is sent, he tosses his phone and gives you his full attention, looking down at your teasing smile and lustful eyes. “I’m all yours mi vida, go ahead and put those pretty lips to work.”

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