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gejo333 · 4 months

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Perfect Picture II

Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader

Pt. 1

18+ Warning!!!

Hi!! I’m glad to be back! Also want to try to get the next chapter of Unexpected Match out soon as well!

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A new folder landed on top of your keyboard, glancing closer at the name your eyes widen, realizing you were given a new profile to work on. Your look said everything as you looked up to your boss who gave you a nonchalant expression.

"Sonia, please. I can still get a photo of him. Please don't take me off this assignment just yet."

"I'm sorry y/n. I really am. But I've given you too many chances to try and get a photo of Spiderman. Don't try to take it to heart. Leah and Ryan didn't get it either. It's time to pass it on to the next person and have them try their luck. Plus, I gave you a really interesting new profile. It's on one of Nueva York's top bachelors. That Alchemax geneticist. I want you to go over to Alchemax and get an interview with him. I'll leave you to it. Keep me updated." Sonia smiled at you before walking back to her office.

Once she was out of earshot you groaned out loud in annoyance. First that damn bastard leaves me sore this morning and now this. Though you won't be getting pictures of Spiderman anymore, you weren't finished with him yet.

After setting up an interview with this Miguel O'Hara guy, through his very nice assistant Lyla, you got on the subway and made your way downtown to the main headquarters. After waiting for half an hour for your connecting train you finally made it to the front of the building. It was a tall silvery-white skyscraper. Entering the building your eyes stung from how bright white everything was. You walk up to the front desk where a semi-bored receptionist smile at you.

"Hi, I have an appointment with Dr.O'Hara."

You said. By the mention of the man's name, the receptionist eyes widen in surprise. Taking a quick look at her computer she looked back up at you with another fake smile.

"Go to the 71st floor."

"Thank you." You return the smiled before entering the opened elevator. After a minute or two the elevator stopped at the 71st floor. Your heart stopped out of your chest when the door didn't open. A hologram of a small woman with heart glasses and white furry coat appeared with a warm smile.

"Hi y/n. I'm Lyla. We spoke over the phone earlier."

"Hey! It's nice to meet you in person...well in hologram." You chuckled slightly which she joined in.

"Most people are surprised to find that I am an AI. I'll open the doors now." Lyla smiled before disappearing. A few seconds later and the elevator doors opened and not wanting to get stuck in them you step out into the his expansive office. You were stunned by the how nice his office/lab was. But it's not surprising when the biggest science companies wanted him and Alchemax XD was willing to pay a very big price to keep him with them.

As you walked further in your noticed a large figure of a brunette man in a white lab coat, his back facing you. Wow, he was a large man. The man before you turned around and your breath hitched. You knew he was in his mid to late twenties, but you didn't expect for him to be...so attractive. His eyes were a russet brown, and for a brief moment you thought you saw them turn red as he walked up to you. No one had spoken yet. Yet for some reason, it didn't feel awkward. It's as if you knew him for somewhere, but you couldn't figure out when.

"Hi Dr.O'Hara, it's nice to meet you. Thank you for meeting me for this profile interview."

"It's no problem. And you can call me Miguel." A charming smile appeared on his plush lips, making your smile turn genuine as your cheeks tint with with pink. Miguel walked to a door to the left of his office. He opened it wide as he looked at you with a warm smile gesturing you to follow him. Walking over and passed the door it was to a beautiful outdoor patio. The large outdoor space had top of the line furniture decorated with various beautiful flowers. Your eyes widen by the stunning view of the city. You never had seen it from above before. Not like this.

"It's gorgeous." You finally manage to speak, stunned by the beauty of your surroundings.

"I'm glad you like it. I come out here whenever I need to clear my mind. We can have the interview here." Miguel smiled as he gestured for you to sit on the sofa chair across from him. You happily obliged as you put you work bag on the table and grab your notebook and pen.

"Is it ok if I record on conversation?" You look up at him, expecting his answer. Even when he sat down he was so much large than you. It almost reminded you have that foibles one spider... you shook the ridiculous thought out of your head.

"Sure." He smiled as you watch his shoulders relax.

After the interview you were amazed by how modest he was acting, especially for how he was a once in a generation genius and has so many accomplishments.

"That's all the questions I have. Is there anything you want to add?"

"Can this be off the record?" It was somewhat normal for an interviewee wanted to say something off the record, so you had no issue with his request.

"Of course." You smile as you turn off the recording on your phone before looking back up at him. As the two of you stood up, Miguel opened the door and gestured for you to walk in first, which you smiled at him in gratitude. "What did you want to say that's off the record? I'm assuming something scandalous that you want me to keep secret?" You chuckle as you turn to face him. You noticed his slightly tense state as he a searched the back of his neck, unknowingly showing of his large biceps pressing against the seems of his lab coat, which made you lightly bite the in side of your lip. Damn he was hot.

"I wanted to see if you would be interested in having dinner with me?" He looked over at you with a charming smile.

Your eyes widen slightly from his question. He was cute, smart, and charming. Why wouldn't you say yes. Thoughts of Spiderman crossed your mind. A tinge of sadness hit your heart for a second, realizing you most likely won't see him again. If only you figured out who he was. But there was a man right in front of you who was interested in you.

A smile graced your lips as you tucked some of your hair behind your ear. "I would love that."

Your response made his smile widen as he wraps an arm around your waist pulling you in. Chest against chest you feel the rhythm of his heart as he leans down, lips gently brushing against your ear: "Can't wait, preciosa. I'll see you tonight."

Heart pounding a mile a minute, you smile as you try to stop your reddening cheeks from appearing. As he leans up he smirks down at you, noticing your flustered state. Before parting ways he takes your hand, lifting it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss there, not once his gaze leaving yours. "Maybe I'll be lucky to steal a sweet kiss from your lips tonight. Until then."

Miguel leads you to the elevator as you part ways. As the doors close your mind comes out of its haze. "What just happened..."

Once you made it down to the lobby, slightly still in a daze, you notice a ding from your phone. Taking it out of your pocket you notice the unfamiliar number.

This is Miguel. Meet me here at 7. See you tonight, cariño.

You responde to his message agreeing to the time and location before heading off back to your apartment.

After treading across town you finally make it back to your apartment. Only having three hours to get ready and leave you head straight to your bedroom to change. Once entering your bedroom your heart nearly drops to your stomach as you see the tall and well toned Spiderman standing in your bedroom.

"Didn't think our paths would meet again."

You say as you let your hair down and take off your shoes.

"Didn't think you would want me this badly, hermosa?" Spiderman chuckled as he walked up to you.

"I'm not undressing for you. I'm getting ready to go out. Hey, give me that." You try to reach for the embarrassing photo taken of you the other night. However, he sensed what you were going to do as he lifted the photo up where you couldn't reach.

"Though I enjoy that you're pressed up against me at the moment, I'll give it back to you if you tell me why I didn't see you at the bank robbery earlier today? You usually never miss a chance to see me in action." Although you couldn't see his face, you knew he was grinning underneath that mask.

"I wasn't there because I'm off that case since I couldn't succeed in seeing who you are underneath that mask." You gave up on reaching for the photo but decided not to move away from him.

"You did see some parts of me the other night. We can do that again tonight, if you'd like." He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you close. You purse your lips slightly to the side as you try to hide your smile. You then remove yourself from his grasp.

"I can't. I met a nice guy today, and he asked me out to dinner. I want to see how it goes and seeing if it could be something instead of living a short-lived sexual fantasy with you."

"Well, then I hope you have a nice date tonight. That guy is one lucky man." You were slightly surprised how well he took it as you walked him to your bedroom window. He opened the window and stepped out.

"See you around the city, amor." He shot up, but before he fully disappeared you yelled out, "wait!" As soon as the words left your lips he came back, this time upside down. "Si?" You tried hard not to roll your eyes from the smugness in his voice.

"Just wanted to do this." You lean towards him from the inside as you reach up to lower his mask just passed his lips, which you were surprised he let you. You lean in a place a kiss on his lips, which he happily reciprocated as he took your chin to deepen the kiss. After a moment you both pull away, for air. You could see the smile on his face that resembled yours. You gazed at his lips a bit longer, wanting to remember the only part of his real self you knew before you leaned back inside.

"See you around, Spiderman." You say before closing the window and walking away. What you didn't hear was what he whispered after you closed the window. "What a lucky man, I'm going to be."

After your shower, getting ready, and taking a shot of tequila for courage and good luck you head out for your date tonight. You got there 30 minutes later, just on time. As you walk up to the restaurant you see Miguel standing there with a bouquet of blood red roses.

"Hey"

"Hi, hermosa. These are for you." Miguel hand your the bouquet which you happily take as you you bring them up to your nose to smell.

"They smell lovely, thank you Miguel."

"I'm happy you like them. How was the rest of your day?" Miguel placed a hand on your lower back, leading you inside the restaurant.

"Uneventful. Just went home to get ready for tonight." You tell him, deciding to leave out the part about your encounter with the famed Nueva York hero. "How about you?"

"Uneventful too. I finished up some work in my lab and then got ready for tonight. I chose a Mediterranean restaurant, I hope that's ok."

"Mediterranean food sounds perfect." You smile up at him, which he happily returns before talking to the host about your reservation.

"Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara." said the hostess as she leads you to your seats. Your eyes widen slightly, from the women's comment as you hear Miguel try to hide a cough, obviously also taken by surprise by the comment.

"Oh, we-we're not married. This is our first date." You had the courage to speak up and gently correct her.

"Oh! My apologies! You two seem like such a nice couple, I assumed you would be married for how comfortable you seem around each other."

"No worries. It's nice to know it doesn't look like it's a first date." Miguel chuckled lightly as he moved the chair for you to sit, before sitting down himself, saying a small thank you for his chivalrous gesture.

"Have a nice dinner." Said the hostess, slightly flushed from her embarrassing slip up before heading back to her post.

The dinner with Miguel was amazing. Just like the hostess had said you both were very comfortable with each others presence as if you knew each other before your meeting today. You learned a lot about him, being from Nueva York and starting high school and college at a young age before working full time at Alchamex. You found out you both a many things in common, such as big football fans, both love to cook, and read. After a bit of time trying to convince him to split the bill, you both leave the restaurant and walk back to your apartment.

When you both arrive you stop infront of your apartment. "I had a lovely night tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to have a drink up at my place." Your heart paced a mile a minute awaiting to see his answer to your courageous offer. Your relaxed when you saw a grin appear on his face. "I would love to, cariño."

"Maybe yourself comfortable. I'll grab us two glasses." As you made it inside your apartment you head to the kitchen. Not a moment later you feel hands at your waist and pulled against a fit chest. You felt him brush some of your hair behind you to place kisses up your neck before whispering in your ear. "Instead of having a drink, I think I'd prefer having you."

"Sounds good to me." You turn around, facing him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Miguel pulls you in closer as he leans down to press his lip against yours. Miguel deepens the kiss, licking your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth. Being feisty you tease him by denying him his satisfaction, which only makes growl in frustration as his hands grab your ass, giving it a good squeeze, which makes you gasp and letting him in.

As the make out session grew more heated Miguel tapped the back of your thighs asking your to wrap them around his waist so he could carry you to your bedroom. Wrapping your legs around him he picks you up with ease as he carries you to your room before laying you on the bed where he helped you take off your clothes. You unbutton his shirt as you bite your lips from how ripped he was.

Miguel hovered over you as he captured your lips and began to trail them down your neck to your breasts. You bit your lip as you felt his lips sucking on one of your breasts. One of his hands trailed up your thigh as he inserted one of his fingers into your wet folds.

Miguel removed his lips briefly from your nipple, peaked and sensitive from his touches as his eyes lightly glared at you. "Hermosa, let me hear that beautiful voice." He growled slightly.

A moan escaped you, not holding back as you felt him insert another finger inside you.

His lips soon left your breasts as he kissed down your stomach, where his face landed between your thighs. He grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders as he fingered fucked you. You felt your core tighten, desperate for release due to the quick pace of his fingers thrusting and curling inside you.

You bit your lip in pure pleasure, about to reach your blissful peak, when you suddenly felt the absence of his fingers. You lightly glare up at him, cheeks flushed, breath slightly uneven. "Miguel!" You whined, which only made him chuckle. "Not yet, mi amor. You'll get it soon."

Miguel lowered your legs from his shoulders as he positioned himself between you. He hovered over you as he removed his boxers. Your eyes widen slightly, jaw slightly open when you see his size. Miguel smirked as he captured your lips into his. He licked your lips, wanting to explore your mouth. Still, you teasingly refused, which was a poor mistake as he entered the tip of his cock inside you, making you gasp and letting his tongue enter your mouth.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly inserted deeper inside you. Even with the prep, he still made your walls stretch farther than they have ever been. Once you gently moved your hips against his, it was his cue to begin as he removed himself but the tip before thrusting back inside you.

"Miguel." You cry out as you claw at his back as his pace begins to quicken as he slams back into you.

"Encajo tan bien dentro de ti, como si este coño estuviera hecho para mí." Miguel growled as his pace grew faster, making you feel your core tighten again.

(I fit so well inside you, like this pussy is made for me.)

He grabbed your hips and lifted them slightly as he found a new angle to fuck you in, making the tip of his cock hit in just the right place repeatedly. You cried out loud as you reach your euphoric high.

Your knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets so tight as Miguel fucked you.

Trailing after your second orgasm, your cunt began to feel overstimulated as he continued to fuck your rough.

"It's s-so much." You mewled out loud. Miguel leaned forward, as he kissed your shoulder to your neck to your lips. "Just one more. You can handle one more. Right, Hermosa?" He whispered in your ear. You nod your head as you feel your lower stomach tighten.

"Coger, déjame llenar este bonito coño." Miguel continued to slam into you as his cock twitched, almost at its peak. You moaned out loud as you squeezed around him from your second orgasm. The sudden tightness around his cock makes him groan as he spills deep inside you, coating your walls white. (Fuck, let me fill this pretty pussy.)

Your upper body collapsed on the soft duvet as Miguel continued to thrust inside you, becoming more sloppy as he came down from his sexual high.

The events of today and tonight suddenly came crashing down on you as your eyes began to grow heavy. Not wanting wake you Miguel puts the covers over the both of you as he wraps you in his arms, pulling you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. "Buenas noches, mi amor."

You wake up the next morning feeling well rested, better than you have in a long time. Maybe that was because of the warmth admitting from the body you were entangled with in bed. You look up to find him still asleep. You smile as you take in his beautiful features. The lack of stress wrinkles from frowning or furrowing his brows, now relaxed during his peaceful state. You eyes glaze down to his plush lips. A thought passed through your mind. It was interesting how similar your experiences were with Miguel and Spiderman. Remembering last night it was interesting how it's was supposedly the first time you had sex yet he knew exactly where to touch you. Your gaze fell back to his lips. They looked so familiar. Your heart dropped as everything came together in your head.

You moved yourself out of his arms, sitting up in bed and instantly waking him up.

"Y/n? Cariño what's wrong?" Miguel give you a concerned look as he see's your distraught reaction.

"It's you." Is all you could say, not knowing if your should be mad or happy you find out the biggest mystery in Nueva York.

"What do you mean?" Still not 100% awake, Miguel's concern turned to confusion, not understanding your words.

"You're Spiderman."

Miguel's eyes widen slightly. "Hermosa, I'm not-" he paused his words, knowing the investigative journalist you were wouldn't buy it. He sighed, knowing his secret is out.

"Yes, I am."

"Would you ever have told me?"

"I think eventually I would have longer into this relationship." Your eyes widen slightly from his words as you felt your heart pound against your chest.

"Relationship? It's nice to know you were thinking us longterm." You chuckle. "Cause I don't want this to end anytime soon."

"I'm glad to hear that. From the first time I laid eyes on you the first time you followed me when I was fighting the vulture with your camera, and note pad, and I knew I wanted to get to know you more." Miguel smiled happy to hear your response as he sat up and pulled you into his arms, as you now sat between his legs.

"Not only did I finally figure out who is Spiderman, now I'm dating him. Guess that means I'm in on the secret." You chuckle.

"You'll keep my secret?" Miguel asked slightly surprised.

"Of course I will. It's nice to know that I'm off the case to figure out who Spiderman is. Less stressful." you kiss his cheek right before Miguel takes your chin and places a sweet and loving kiss on your lips.

"Also, I think I'm going to keep this photo for myself." Miguel leans over and grabs a brand new photo of you being fucked by him. Your eyes widen, cheeks brightening red.

"H-how did you do that again without me seeing it?"

"Have to keep some secrets from you, mi amor. Makes the relationship more mysterious." Miguel chuckled as he places another kiss to your lips. You chuckle into the kiss before deepening it.

"Fine by me. As long as I get to do this." You take your phone and take a selfie as you kiss his cheek as Miguel gives one of those really happy and genuine smiles. Something you would see again many times for ever.

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mariacallous · 2 months

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(JTA) — As we mark the grim second anniversary of the Ukraine conflict this Shabbat, I’m reminded of a haunting melody I heard in the city of Poltava last month.

I was standing before Sonia Bunina, a plucky 17-year-old, when she opened her mouth to sing when an air raid siren rang out.

I flinched. Not Sonia — she didn’t miss a beat.

“Kol haolam kulo gesher t’zar meod, veha’ikar lo lifached k’lal,” she belted out before seeking shelter. “The whole world is a very narrow bridge, and the most important thing is to have no fear at all.”

Sonia, like so many Jews I know in Ukraine, is many things — determined, grieving, focused — but she’s certainly not cowering.

As she sang those words by Rebbe Nachman of Breslov — the Ukrainian Jewish sage whose followers continue to come by the tens of thousands to his grave in Uman annually — she embodied the prayer’s indomitable spirit.

Sonia and I met outside Poltava’s Hesed, part of the network of Jewish humanitarian hubs founded by my organization — the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee, or JDC — more than three decades ago. Today they’re a lifeline to tens of thousands of Jews facing loss and strife. Since she was a toddler, Sonia has been attending activities at Hesed — her mother coordinates cultural programs for the elderly, and she connects teen volunteers like herself with isolated seniors, a critical source of comfort these last two years.

These days, traveling to Ukraine feels like a pilgrimage — there’s a pull in my soul to visit family near Lviv, to bear witness to Ukrainian Jewish resilience, and to be inspired by the clarity of purpose that is so palpable there. Since my first trip in 2011, I’ve been eight times. Last year, I wrote about how a year of crisis had transformed the ordinary into the sacred in Ukraine. Now, visiting feels even more essential with the worsening humanitarian situation.

Ukrainian Jews aren’t blasé about these challenges — far from it. Just take the delicate ballet of emotions on their faces when checking their phones during an air alert — contacting loved ones, scrolling through photos of devastation, and analyzing Telegram chats speculating on a given rocket’s make and trajectory.

But life goes on — there’s work to do — and though they’ve lost so much, they refuse to give any more away.

Showing up for each other, whatever it takes, is now baked into their very essence as Jews, and in Ukraine, there are tens of thousands to serve — hungry old women and displaced young families, disabled Holocaust survivors and stunned middle-aged professionals, shocked to now need help when they were once donors and volunteers.

They act fearlessly to ensure their communities make it through this crisis, body and soul intact. Can we expect anything less than boundless creativity from the people who birthed Sholem Aleichem and the Baal Shem Tov?

“These bombings, all these things that are killing people, destroying houses, leaving children homeless … it’s very scary,” Galina Limarenko, an 82-year-old retired nurse, told me in her small bedroom in Berezivka, taking note of the warm blanket, firewood, and other winter supplies my colleagues provided. “Thank God for the Jewish community, which never gives up and always shares even their very last piece of bread.”

I saw that irrepressible spirit again at our Beit Dan JCC in battered Kharkiv — a shapeshifting wellspring of strength just a few dozen kilometers from the eastern border. Shortly after Feb. 24, 2022, the center became a staging ground for truckloads of emergency aid — part of the 800 tons of humanitarian assistance we’ve delivered so far.

A few blocks from missile strikes, it now hosts children’s camps and soulful Shabbat services and operates a “kids hub,” offering academic enrichment to children who haven’t had in-person school for years — robbed of normal childhood by the pandemic and now the ongoing crisis.

And amidst blizzards and blackouts, Beit Dan has also become a “warm hub,” a safe place for beleaguered Jewish Kharkivites to charge their devices and obtain a hot drink and warm meal.

“If you share in our pain, and provide support where it’s needed, I’m forever grateful,” said Nika Simonova, Beit Dan’s program director. “The ability to remain human is the main thing. Done right, I believe that can save the world.”

That’s why we at JDC, aided by a coalition of partners including the Jewish Federations, Claims Conference, and International Fellowship of Christians and Jews, deployed a historic response to this conflict and remain committed to the Jewish future here.

We’re focused on ongoing humanitarian support for more than 41,000 Ukrainian Jews, expanding trauma relief, closing children’s educational gaps, and getting unemployed Jewish community members, among millions of Ukrainians plunged into poverty, back to work.

There is no doubt that the Jewish world is now responding to crises on multiple fronts, including this one, but we have been here so many times before. We must draw strength from our history and from the sure knowledge that this is what we’re built for. Our compassion and commitment, when leveraged with that timeless sense of mutual Jewish responsibility, means we can tackle the challenges we face — and come out on the other side even stronger.

As I walked through Lviv on my last day in Ukraine, I asked my cousin Anna Saprun, a 25-year-old business analyst, how this period has changed her.

“I hate what’s brought me here, but I love who I’ve become,” she said with a fierce and feisty smile. “Nothing scares me anymore. I feel powerful.”

Two years after the conflict began, Ukraine’s Jews are inspired anew each day, resolute in the sure knowledge that they know exactly who they’re working for — each other.

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