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angelickks · 10 months

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Miguel Headcanons: Mrs. O'Hara

1k+ - husband! miguel o'hara x spider-woman wife! reader

summary: miguel o'hara and his wife, but make it headcanons! warnings: some swearing. descriptions of two injuries but nothing graphic! that lovey dovey shit. overall fluff. not proofread terrible. lmk if i missed some! notes: this is slight au, meaning i chose peace but i don't think y'all will entirely mind. i am in no way fluent in spanish, as i only know very few words and phrases so i figure i throw that out there. i think i covered all my bases so enjoy, muah!

pt 2!

To any newcomers, learning that Miguel O’Hara had a wife was a concept many couldn’t wrap their heads around…

Could you blame them?

He meant business, he was cutthroat with the way he ran things and no one was safe from his wrath

Well….unless you were his wife

“MIGUEL!” Jess chuckled at the rare use of your husband’s name on your tongue. “Shut it!” He practically hissed at her, she sent him an unimpressed look but that quickly changed when you came into view. She sent you a teasing smile followed by a “Hey mama.” You gave a quick peck to her cheek before your eyes landed on your husband. He cleared his throat and swallowed at the annoyed look painted across his wife's face. “Mi vida,” he simpered but was quickly shut down, “Cut the shit.” He knew the exact reason for this sudden intrusion, you caught wind of what happened between Miles and Miguel earlier that afternoon. Unbeknownst to Miguel, Peter B. may have ratted to the infamous Mrs. O’Hara that her husband might’ve tried to throw a table at Miles, again. Why? Well, Miles had tried to get into Miguel’s good graces the way he knew best, food of course. That brings the couple to right now, you giving your husband a look that meant hell while he stood there looking like a kid caught red-handed by his mother. You wasted no time, “Throwing tables at kids Miguel? Miles of all people?” Jess let out a boisterous laugh as she exited Miguel’s office, Miguel shot her another snarl when she turned back to make a face at him. “Don’t get mad at her! We discussed this: just because you’ve got a temper doesn’t mean you start with KIDS!” Now you were pacing back and forth rambling, frustration oozing off your figure. He sighed in defeat and touched your waist gently, halting your pacing. You narrowed your eyes at your husband, quickly glancing at the hand on your waist. “I’m sorry mi vida, you’re right. I take full responsibility for my actions but-” You shot a icy glare at him, effectively shutting down whatever he was gonna say to even try and justify it. He dropped his head but was pleasantly surprised by the soft kiss on his forehead. You wrapped your arms around his waist and planted another kiss on the wide expanse of your husband's chest. “Yeah…shut up,” He huffed out a chuckle at your comment and caressed the back of your neck, claws lightly scratching you. You gave him a sweet smile before shooting a web at the neck of his suit and gave him a particularly hard tug so he was eye level with you, “Pull that shit again and you can spend a couple of nights in this “office”, mi amor.” You pecked the corner of his mouth before releasing his suit and untangling yourself from his arms. “It’s lunchtime, I brought food. Come.” He grunted as you made your way over to his slightly dented table placed in the corner of his workspace with a bag he hadn't noticed until now. He saw a flash of your webs attached to his chest before he was pulled to the spot next to you.

You were easily a favorite at HQ

You were unabashedly sweet, easy to talk to, and overall had a great energy

Not to mention, you were amazing on the field

Personality wise you were the COMPLETE opposite of your counterpart

And that's why it was so hard to believe why you of all people were with a man like your husband

That’s how you earned the nickname, so lovingly given to you by none other than Hobie, boss-lady. Something he didn’t say lightly, as he never referred to Miguel as “boss” despite him being the one that ran the place

This peeved Miguel, not because he didn’t agree with you being “boss-lady” but simply because it was Hobie

As for Gwen, Miles, and Pav…..you were their work-mom

You seemed to always be saving their asses from your husband's temper, for which they were very grateful

While at work he was well…Miguel

Brooding, perpetually stressed, a void of emotion rlly

But with you, it was the complete opposite

Anyone in a hundred-mile radius could see that Miguel O’Hara was putty in the hands of his wife

Hobie, Gwen, Miles, and Pav had just gotten back from what they deemed a successful mission, but to Miguel successful was the last word he’d use to even describe it. So here they were in his office being reprimanded, again.

“All four of you went against almost every single protocol in the damn book, protocols set in place to prevent your mistakes! Once again, disobeying strict orders to follow them!”

The sight found below Miguel’s platform was not a new one, not even close. Nor was it new when you just so happened to swing in at the right moment.

“Amor! You forgot the bag I packed for you this morning” Your sweet smile lightened up the dark room. The group watched as their boss become the walking definition of heart eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” Feigning confusion while subtly shooting the four a knowing look. “You? Never love. Come, let me see you” Your husband beckoned, holding out a hand for you. Your webs glowed as they pulled you up the platform, you swiftly reached for his hand and pulled him into you. You made quick work of maneuvering his back toward the group. They watched as you placed a kiss on his collarbone lovingly, quickly sticking your head over your husband’s bulky shoulder and mouthing the words, “Out, now!” Disguising it as another hug.

They wasted no time doing just that, earning you hushed sighs of relief and a small salute.

Some perks came with working with your significant other

Seeing and being with each other often

Constantly checking up on each other, fair share of making sure the other is eating and getting an ample amount of sleep

Looking out for each other in the field blah blah blah

You always looked out for Miguel, but you knew he could handle his own.

Miguel on the other hand? Easily the multiverse's biggest worry wart

The poor man has lost so much that he cannot bare the thought of losing his driving force.

This meaning every scratch or bruise, he’s waiting on you hand and foot

You came back from a seemingly easy mission with Noir. It wasn’t something you two couldn’t handle, it was simple. Catch the anomaly and report back to HQ. It was just this time, you returned with a gash in your thigh and a shitty bruise on your cheekbone. It was lightwork in your eyes, the perks of the job.

Yeah, not for your husband.

The minute you walked into HQ, you were met with the sight of your brooding partner donning his signature snarl. Not pointed at you but at your partner. You rolled your eyes at his antics making quick work to defend Noir from your husband’s fury. “How about you go get this thing situated Noir?" Motioning to the irate anomaly in tow, "Gotta deal with the big guy.” He nodded quickly before walking off, avoiding Miguel’s hard glare.

“Don’t get mad at him, it’s not his fault. Blame the ugly thing we just captured.” Attempting to soothe your beast of a husband, quickly picking up on his clenched fists. He swiftly reaches for your jaw, holding it gently to scan for any further injuries. You reach for his clenched fist and massaged his palm to release the tension there. In a flash, he places a kiss on your forehead and you quickly pick up on his ragged and uneven breathing, frowning as you recognize the tell-tale sign of his anxiety. He softly releases your jaw from his grip and rests the same hand on your lower back, practically dragging you to the med bay nearby. He got there hastily, keeping it together to stay mindful of the gash on your thigh.

It was hard to hand you off to the doctors, who stitched and cleaned you up in time. But not fast enough for Miguel, simultaneously vexed and impatient, who insisted (basically threatened, but ok) that he stay in the corner closest to you. As per usual, you took it like a champ, unlike your very frigid husband menacingly staring down at the unfazed doctor. They gave you some final instructions on how to keep the wound sanitary and to stay off the field for a week or two while insisting you stay a night in the med bay (this is upon Miguel's request threat so he could have supplies readily available if anything were to happen) After the doctor left your side, Miguel was right there softly caressing your unbruised cheek, causing you to melt into his touch. “Love, you realize that the doctor is just doing their job and you can’t just stitch me up yourself right? No matter how talented you think you are,” You said, sleepily teasing Miguel. He shot you a very unenthusiastic look, rubbing his thumb over your eyelid gently to coax you to close your eyes. “Shut up, go to sleep muñeca” He placed another kiss on your forehead, making his way to your cheeks while being sure to avoid the bruised one before making it to your lips. "Rude ass" you murmured, he lightly poked your nose with the pad of his thumb. "I love you endlessly, mi vida" he whispered you opened your eyes one last time and gave him a knowing smirk, "I love you, I'm sorry for worrying you amor. It's going to be okay."

He spent that whole night at your side, woke you up once to get you to change into more comfortable clothes, and put you right back to sleep. He had spent a few hours rubbing your feet and softly singing to you in Spanish in the dimly lit room. He didn’t sleep as great as you wanted him to, in fact, woke up with an annoying ache in his back from the shitty chair he slept in.

Safe to say you spent about two weeks in the "office", helping with paperwork. All while trying to convince your unrelenting husband to let you massage the new annoying knot in his back. which he let you help with after a few empty threats and a lot of kisses.

BONUS:

A few days after the group’s mission, the last thing they expected to see was their boss in the cafeteria unfortunately unaccompanied by you, walking towards them.

“Next time you guys decide to break protocol, don’t expect my wife to save you.” He grunted, his fangs flashing slightly. They watched worriedly as he sauntered over to where you sat five tables over.

Now it was your turn to look like a kid caught red-handed.

xtras! i had sm fun writing this its 12am and i have work tmr but oh well. possible pt. 2?

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multific · 2 years

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Poison

Leto Atreides x Reader

Warnings: mention of poisoning and medical stuff (I’m not a doctor so there could be mistakes)

Summary: Leto received the bad news during a meeting, the doctor rushed in asking to speak with him and Paul. Leto knew this couldn't mean any good. And it didn't.

He felt the word wash over him like cold water.

Poisoned.

Something he feared his entire life. Someone got into his house, his bedroom and tried to take the only thing that made it a home.

Paul was quicker to react than his father, upon hearing the news of your poisoning, something in him switched.

"Find the person responsible! I need to know who did this to my mother!" he said to his most trustworthy. They knew better than to question, so off they went.

Paul turned to his father.

"Sir, we need to go to Mother and make sure she's okay."

"Your Highness," the doctor behind him spoke and both men looked at her. "She is better, fortunately, she only consumed the smallest amount, however, this is a great risk for the baby."

Baby?

The shock on their face said it all. Neither of them knew, and the doctor felt a tiny bit guilty for sharing the news you kept secret.

"I-I Sir, she... she needs to rest, it is for the best for both of them. I apologize." and with that, the doctor was walked away.

Leto looked at his son, who then looked at his father.

"Whoever did this, they'll pay." is what Leto said before his feet quickly moved to you, Paul followed him.

You were in a bed, awake but very tired as a nurse gave you some water.

"Leave us." the Duke ordered and the nurse rushed out of the room.

"Mum, how are you feeling?" asked a worried Paul who as soon as the nurse left became a scared child. A child afraid to lose his mother.

"I'm a lot better than I was a couple minutes ago. Did the doctor talk to you?" both nodded. Paul reached out for your hand. You weakly squeezed it.

"So you both know." another synchronized nod. "I wanted to tell you both tonight. And now I can't leave the bed." you let out a sigh.

"It's more important that you are okay." spoke Paul as he sat down on the side of your bed.

You didn't know what else to say, they both knew about the poison and about the baby. You reached your hand out for Leto who took it, and this is when he let himself break for a moment. He sat down next to you on the bed, facing Paul and kissed your forehead.

"I will find whoever did this."

"I know you will. But I don't want you to leave, at least not today, I need you both here with me, in case I... in case I lose the..." you couldn't finish the sentence, and you certainly didn't want to. Losing this child would break your heart. Yes, you were older now, and the doctor did mention some risks with that but you wanted the baby.

"You are not going to." said Paul. "You are a very strong woman, I know you won't lose them." you smiled at Paul.

"Thank you."

And they stayed. Leto stayed for the rest of the day, but the next morning, he left to find out the news. Paul left during the day when they found the person responsible.

You knew they had to deal with that.

And while they were gone, the doctor came into your room.

"I see you look much better, Your Highness. I ran the tests I told you about. All came back, the results are very positive. Looks like the amount of poison you consumed didn't affect the baby, your body saved the little one and absorbed all of it. Which explains why you were in a bad shape when you didn't even consume as much. I wouldn't say we are completely in the clear just yet, but it is looking very good."

"Thank you." and with that, she left, leaving you to rest. You slept a couple hours when the doctor came back and had a wheelchair.

You used it to get out to the balcony.

"Fresh air will be good for you." the doctor said as she helped you into the chair.

You missed your boys, but you knew they needed to take care of things, and you really enjoyed the sun on your skin.

"Mum?" Paul nearly fainted when he entered the room and you weren't in bed, but then he soon saw you out on the balcony.

"You are back early." you said as you shifted a little to look at them.

"What are you doing?"

"The doctor had good news, my tests came back and apparently everything looks really good. She got me this chair so I could sit out here." you avoided the question, you didn't want to know who did it. Leto knew that, Leto knew you rather not think about it, so, he just let you know, it all had been dealt with, just by a simple squeeze of his hand and a kiss on your forehead.

"We are both fine," you said, reassuring him. "Both the baby and I are completely fine." and he nodded.

They moved you back to the bed, and while Paul went to get something to eat Leto joined you in bed, running his hands up and down your sides and over your belly.

"We are going to have another little one." you said and he smiled. You moved closer to him, placing your head into his neck.

"I hope it's a girl." he suddenly said, making you chuckle.

"And why is that? You rather deal with men coming to court her?"

"I wish for a daughter so she could carry your beauty. Paul should thank you for his good looks as well." he said.

"Says the incredibly handsome man... I do want a daughter as well though, not like I'd mind another boy, it's just... I want to braid her hair and put her in pretty dresses." Leto nodded, completely understanding your point. "But as long as they are healthy, I'm not complaining." you said and that line really reminded him of when you were pregnant with Paul.

The entire house wanted a boy to carry the name, and all you could think about was the health of your child.

When Paul returned, he found the two of you in the middle of a kiss. Oh, just how he wished to have the same love you two shared. He smiled as he quietly made his way out of the room, leaving his parents just for a couple more minutes.

"I love you so much." you said when he finally let you breathe. You cupped his cheek, feeling the bread under your skin as you smiled.

"I love you too, My Queen." he said as he ran his hand over your stomach once more. You placed your forehead against his as he took you in. Breathed you in.

They tried to take you from him, they tried to take his unborn child from him. They broke into your home and tried to ruin it.

Spies.

But Leto dealt with them, brutally at that.

Because no one messes with the house of Atreides. But especially no one messes with his wife and children.

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bruciemilf · 9 months

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I picked these for a Bruharvey Addams Family AU, but it's the way they could be Morticia and Gomez in general

#I know for a fact they'd be down for it and i also know robert pattinson wouldn't want to be called anything else than morticia #like hes down to play oscar isaac's wife for 4 hours wdym???#oscar isaac #robert pattinson #bruharvey #bruce wayne #harvey dent #fancast #gomez and morticia #battinson #the batman #text

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elliaze · 1 year

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Tattoo your name

A/N: A short idea that came to me while I was getting my first tattoo today, I wrote this in an hour so I apologies in advance for any mistakes.

Pairings: Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader, Steven Grant x fem!reader, they all are married

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff and mention of sex

Summary: Y/N came home in pain.

Words Count: 1700+

MASTERLIST

Y/N entered the flat and smiled immediately when she heard footsteps. Marc walked up to her and kissed her cheek.

“Hi, baby,” he greeted, helping her pull off her clothes. Y/N put everything back on the cupboard and caught Marc's face in her hands. “Fucking hell, your hands are cold.”

Marc moved his head away from her and she only laughed cheerfully. She smiled mischievously and then slipped her hands under his shirt. He immediately flinched, but finally put his arms around her. He pushed hard against her and she unexpectedly moaned quietly in pain.

“What is it? What's going on?” He became concerned immediately. Y/N waved her hand dismissively and walked deeper into the flat and towards the kitchen to make herself something warm to drink. “Y/N?”

“Oh, it's nothing,” she confessed frankly, glancing over her shoulder at him. “I promise, you'll find out everything, but can I make myself a cup of tea first?”

“No, cariño,” he spoke up, but the change in his voice immediately made her realize that Jake had taken control. Lockley was probably the most stubborn of the three of them. “We can settle this the easy way or the hard way. You know that perfectly well.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the smile never left her face. She turned back to him and leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Okay, I did something,” she said cheerfully, and Jake furrowed his eyebrows dangerously.

“Did you kill someone? Because if you need to get rid of a body, you know I'll help you.”

“What?” She laughed and shook her head. “No, nothing like that. By the way, it's good to know that you would help me cover up a murder.”

“Anything for you” he replied confidently and walked closer. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at her with anticipation. “So? What happened?”

“You have to promise me that none of you will laugh,” she asked immediately. Y/N nervously fiddled with the end of her jumper and her earlier certainty suddenly disappeared somewhere.

When she was deciding on her little surprise, she forgot to actually analyse whether they would actually like it.

“Have we ever laughed at you?” Jake replied, and she sent him a meaningful look. She had a slight blush on her face, but this time it wasn't just because of the cold. “Well, okay, sometimes,” he replied, but it didn't convince her.

Jake saw that something was bothering her, so he immediately approached her. He caught her chin between his fingers and forced her to lift her gaze to him. “I'm just teasing you, cariño. I promise no one will laugh at you.”

“Our wedding anniversary is coming up in a few days…”

“Five years, I know” he interrupted her with a smile and leaned his forehead against hers. “The best years of our lives.”

Y/N blushed even more. As long as she had been able to be with them, she had the feeling that she would never be able to get used to their words of love. Especially from Jake's side.

“As always, you love to interrupt me,” she laughed, and he snorted cheerfully. “This year I wanted to do something special for you and at first I thought it was a great idea, but now I don't know. I mean it's a bit late to change anything because it's happened, but…”

Y/N paused and bit her lower lip. She stared at Jake for a moment until she finally moved aside from him and pulled off her jumper first and then started to roll up her t-shirt. Lockley smiled broadly and his eyes definitely darkened.

“If you want to have sex, you don’t have to do anything. One word from you and you're writhing beneath us in pleasure.”

“Jake! You're always thinking about only one thing.”

“Don't be so innocent. We know perfectly well that you do too.”

Y/N laughed nervously and then pulled her shirt up again. She only stopped the material after her shoulder, so that her breast was visible, and especially her left side right next to it. It was there that the plastic wrap could be seen, and underneath it a fresh tattoo. The drawing depicted a crescent moon, and around it were three letters - J, M and S - as a tribute to the names of each alter. Underneath the tattoo was also the short, ornate inscription loved by the moon.

“I wanted to have some part of you always with me,” she explained, but was unable to look at their initial reaction. “I know I could have arranged it with some pendant or other jewellery, but I wanted something permanent that I would never lose and would be with me for the rest of my life.”

Jake didn't respond, and when she looked at him, she saw that he was looking at her with his mouth open. His posture changed slightly and she recognised immediately that control had been taken over by Steven, who was looking at her with silent adoration and love.

“Love,” he whispered quietly, and in that one word she felt that he had given away all the emotions he felt for her. “This is…”

However, Steven was not able to construct an entire sentence correctly.

“Do you like it?” She asked with a smile.

“Yes!” He replied straight away. “But love, that must have hurt. Why?”

“For you I would endure any kind of pain” Y/N smiled and caught his face in her hands. “Besides, it didn't hurt that much. I have to be careful for now, because the tattoo has to heal, but I wanted to do it. So you can consider it a little present for our anniversary.”

“Wow! It's beautiful. I really like it.”

“And what do Jake and Marc think of it?”

“Jake is honestly stunned, but hornier than ever” Y/N laughed and felt Steven put his hands on her hips. He ran one upwards closer to the tattoos, but so as not to touch this and cause her more pain. “And Marc... I'm not entirely sure about that because he went completely silent.”

Y/N moved nervously and felt a tentative tightening in her stomach. She knew that none of them had any objections to body adornment. Besides, they had always told her that she wasn't their property and she had the only right to decide what she did with her body (except maybe what went on in the bedroom, because there they mostly took control).

“Do you think he'll want to talk to me about it now?” She asked uncertainty. Early on in their relationship, they had all agreed that the key to making it all work out was shared communication. Their relationship was so complicated that if it hadn't been for the conversation, they would have split up so long ago. Meanwhile, they had seven years of relationship together including five of being married.

Steven stroked her cheek and then his eyes rolled back and Marc was standing in front of her again. Y/N grabbed his hand and looked at him fearfully, afraid that what she was about to hear would be nothing pleasant. However, for a long moment Marc was unable to speak. All he did was stare at her with an unconcerned gaze, and, as always, she found it difficult to read the emotion on his face. She thought that over time she would be able to figure out his poker face, but over the years she had found out that it wasn't that easy.

“Marc? What do you think about that?”

“Y/N, I…” he started and lowered his gaze down. When he looked at her again, she saw tears shining in his eyes. “I don't know what to say. No one has ever done something like this for me.”

“Oh, Marc” Y/N smiled and felt the tears gather under her eyelids herself. She caught his face in her hands and, gently running her thumbs over his cheeks, placed a brief but emotional kiss on his lips. Later, their foreheads rested against each other. “I love you, darling. All of you and it is the greatest happiness that I have you in my life. That you chose me to accompany you in all the good and bad moments.”

“I love you, baby. And I like what you've done. But it makes me wonder why the moon?”

“Because in the middle of the night, it's the brightest light that guides us. You, Jake and Steven are my light in the middle of the night,” she explained. “Also, you're Moon Knight. It all fits together.”

Marc laughed happily, tilting his head back. Y/N looked at him as if enchanted, for she had the feeling that there was no more beautiful sound in the world than his laughter. She smiled and then drew his face to hers and brought their lips together again, this time in a stronger and more confident kiss. She entwined her fingers in his hair and gently tugged at the ends of the longer strands, which immediately caused him to give a quiet murmur of satisfaction. Marc slipped his hands under her t-shirt and she immediately felt him exploring her back thoroughly, occasionally hooking his hands on her belly until he finally stopped his hands on her breasts.

She moaned in pleasure as he squeezed them tightly, but unexpectedly he froze into immobility. He moved his head away from her, and when she looked at his characteristically squinted eyebrows, she knew it was Jake again.

“Did you show your sweet tits to some asshole?” He asked seriously and she parried merrily and quickly stole another kiss from his lips “That's not funny. They belong only to us and to no one else. No one has the right to even think about them, let alone see them.”

“Don't worry,” she assured him quickly, running her fingers over his neck and nape. That always put all three of them at ease. “It was the girl who tattooed me. I know exactly how possessive you all are.”

“It still doesn't change the fact that someone saw something that belongs to us. I think you need to be reminded of that.”

“I think it's a perfect idea, Mr Lockley.”

Jake smiled mischievously and then grabbed her and lifted her up. Y/N laughed briefly, but was quickly silenced when she felt hot kisses on her lips.

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x wife!reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x wife!reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x wife!reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x wife!reader #oscar isaac #elliaze

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bunnies4steven · 4 months

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thinking of the forced marriage trope + impregnation kink w/ duke leto <333

#I just know he would love cumming inside his little wife #gonna be having 6-8 children running around #need him astronomically #duke leto #duke leto x reader #he’s so fine look at that beard #nini.talks #oscar isaac

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foxilayde · 2 years

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#no one has ever asked me what my favorite photo of Oscar Isaac is #but this is it #Him #in all his domestic glory #there’s a fuller version of this pic where you can see he’s wearing checkered socks #but like… Elvira Lind truly takes the fucking cake when it comes to Oscar Shots #because she Gets It man. she fucking Gets It #of EVERYTHING. of all the salacious. of all the Nakey. this is The Best Photo.#he’s probably pouring a cup of coffee for his wife and in fact I hope he IS #thank u Elvira

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willowbee-brook · 5 months

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"There is no challenge that you are not equal to, my dear."

-John Russel to his wife

#the guilded age #the confidence this man has in his business ventures and his wifes social climbing #its pretty sexy #like #couple goals #and his beard reminds my of oscar isaac in dune #regal

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cerealbishh · 2 years

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tawaret's costume for layla was so good, marc slipped up and called her baby i-

#moon knight #moon knight spoilers #moon knight 01x06 #oscar isaac #marc spector #may calamawy #layla el-faouly #marc x layla #literally i screamed ''THAT'S MY WIFE' at like 3 in the morning #layla el-faouly avatar of taweret #scarlet scarab

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campingwiththecharmings · 2 years

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@timmnolan on Instagram x

#oscar isaac #elvira lind #get you a man that looks at you the way oscar isaac looks at his wife ❤️#them 💖

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letmewritemylife · 2 years

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No the moon knight chaos is not over yet you can't stop me and my shitposting

Just imagine Jake being all "lol you guys are such huge simps, get your shit together" about Marc and Steven and then he meets Layla and his brain scrambles and he goes "oh shit oh fuck, I get it now"

#husband obsessed with his wife gotta be my favourite gender #agata varano #marvel #mcu #disney plus #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockely #layla el faouly #may calamawy #moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight episode 6 #this also connects to my headcanon that the whole moonknight system is just a bunch of bottoms all together #and the only difference is how willing they are to admit it

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angelickks · 9 months

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Miguel Headcanons: Mrs. O'Hara - Two

3k+ - husband!Miguel O'Hara x spider-wife! reader

summary: Mr & Mrs. O'Hara, again! warnings: no real smut but still suggestive content! so mdni. back pain, bcuz of spider duties but nothing graphic. suggested switch! miguel omfg. fluffy/that lovey dovey shit. lmk if I missed some! pretty tame aside from me sprinkling suggestive stuffs ;) notes: heyyy, the long-awaited part 2 is here. but this time with me dabbling in some spice. slight au ofc. i rlly enjoyed writing this, got a few things in the works. besides that, enjoy my loves! this was extremely self indulgent

pt. 1!

Your husband is and has always been bark and bite, it’s common knowledge

But god is he literally the softest man you’ve ever met

You’re his world and more, his life through and through

He craves your love and attention, always

In public, he HAS to be touching you in some way has and will throw a tantrum

But when in private? He’s literally all over you

“Lyla honey, can you pull up last week's mission reports please?” You called out, scrolling aimlessly through a plethora of your husband’s holo-screens. Lyla’s familiar orange hue showed up by your right shoulder, “Hey mama, you got it. Mind telling me what exactly you're looking for, pretty lady?” She asked with a familiar teasing tone. You gave her a sly smirk before answering “In search of Hobie and I’s latest report, I needed to add a follow-up.” She dissipated briefly before reappearing next to the holo-screen you were occupying and pulling up the documents. You thanked her before she blew you a playful kiss and dissipated once more. “Mi reina?” Miguel called out softly, “You up there?” You walked to the edge of his platform and shot him a goofy smile, answering his question. You begin to lower the platform before you return to working the screens. Miguel frowns as he’s greeted with the sight of your back to him but quickly takes the opportunity to grab the new swivel chair (before you he had no chairs, up until he just utilized a shitty old one. Since having to work in his office more frequently you’ve been adding upgrades and decided to start with the chairs) and pulled it behind you, wrapping his arms around your thighs

“How was your debrief, love?”

He grunted pulling you closer, nuzzling his face into the middle of your back while caressing your thighs. You chuckled at the action, used to his clinginess.

“That bad huh, honey?” You teased, earning you a soft smack to your lower stomach. He lifted his head for a second before letting it fall back into place followed by another grunt. “Talk to me caveman, I don’t speak grunt.” Another soft smack. He attempts to get you to sit on his lap but it’s your turn to give him a small smack, reminding him that you have to finish the report or you’ll forget again. “I could’ve done it for you mami. Just leave it.” His arms found their home around your thighs again, this time a little tighter to secure you in place. “He speaks, how wonderful” you reply sarcastically, still seemingly unfazed by his behavior. You can feel him pouting behind you, before letting out what you can only identify as a cross between a whine and groan. That makes you break and start giggling at his childish behavior, finally giving him the satisfaction of falling into his lap. Without fail, he presses his face into your neck and moves to wrap his arms around your middle to make sure you don’t try and get away again. You maneuver your hand to scratch at his scalp, earning you a groan of appreciation.

“You smell so nice cariño,” He sighed, pressing a soft kiss in the junction between your neck and shoulder. You hum and let him cuddle you, assuming that the debrief this morning was a little hard on him. You’re a fool for thinking his intentions are innocent as you’re met with the familiarity of his teeth softly sinking into your pulse point. It’s almost embarrassing at the way you preen at the sensation, and you feel the cockiness radiating off of Miguel. The way his lips curl into a smug smirk, and his hands take the opportunity to softly squeeze your jaw and grant himself the access he needed. Through half-lidded eyes, you remember exactly where you are, and while you’re no saint to that happening here; that familiar beep of his watch brought you to your senses. You could feel the irritation practically oozing off of him, as you turned to face him with a quirked brow “Answering that one? It’s Jess.” He lifted his head to reveal his irritated expression and lightly poked your cheek with his pointer figure, “Maybe if I just let it ring, she won’t bother…” He murmured to himself, greedy hands switching to kneading your thighs before you scoff and answer it for him.

“MI- Oh god.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “What?” He asked harshly.

You flicked his forehead as he snarled at the hologram, “He meant to say yes. What’s up, honey?” You spoke up, narrowing your eyes at the impatient man below you.

“Hey, mama. Miguel, you’re needed, like right now. So I suggest you wrap this up.” She wagged her finger back and forth, motioning to the two of you tangled together

He flat-out ended the call after that, letting out a dramatic sigh. He dropped his head between your shoulder blades and planted a kiss there. “Go now,” You softly demanded before standing up with a stretch, turning to face him. The look on his face was priceless, pure frustration paired with an angry pout. You couldn’t help but laugh before he moved excruciatingly slowly out of his office, but not before giving you one last kiss followed by a smack to your ass.

The nickname “mama” honestly stemmed from how much Miguel had called you “mami” I witnessed this my whole life and it is by far my favorite term of endearment so everyone be quiet

Both Lyla and Jess picked up on it quickly and had so lovingly started calling you it to fuck with Miguel. But it really just stuck.

But despite the playful nickname, it really rang true

You were a caretaker at heart, it shined in everything you did

From fieldwork to HQ assignments, you looked after everyone you were involved with

Now everyone who knew you beforehand was aware of this, great friend or friendly colleague

But not everyone was aware of the fact and it was a feat to deal with those who took it as something else

You handled numerous duties, and recruitment was one of them. You and Jess had handled a lot of backbone assignments, which allowed you to be on the field, but a lot of it required intense research on spider people. So when a new spider landed on your radar, it didn’t hurt to work your magic. He had been bitten only six months prior and had a background in scientific research. It would be difficult to get a brand new spider across to Miguel, but his skill set held a lot of potential.

So with much deliberation between you all, you settled on your brand new recruit. He was ambitious, yet very naive. Despite the fact, you wanted to give him a chance. Walking him through Sector 13 was a breeze, and while he may be naive, you weren’t. Yes, it was technically on you for bringing him in, but that didn’t mean you were anticipating his innocent flirting. You’ve seen this time and time again, young and feeling a light ego boost from being Spider-man.

You brushed it off with ease, professionalism always being a top priority. With that being said, you deflected his advances and went on with business as usual. When you had taken into account his persistence, you should’ve known he would’ve been the same way in his flirting.

“As you’ve witnessed, HQ is divvied up into a multitude of sectors. But for right now I’ll be taking you to Sector 8 to run diagnostics and to introduce you to Miguel O’Hara”

He nodded eagerly before questioning, “That’s the man Jessica mentioned previously, the boss?” You politely nodded, “I see. What’s he like anyway? Anything to anticipate?” You honestly would have rolled your eyes in any normal setting, having to describe your husband was interesting, to say the least. “I think you’ll know when you meet him” you chuckled airily, he smirked “While on the topic of getting to know one another. How about you? Will I be getting to know you?” While blatantly flirting, he was quite nervous, making his voice crack just a little toward the end of his question.

“I’m sure you will be, while I do play a part in recruitment, I also do fieldwork so I’m sure our paths will cross from time to time,” Another polite deflection. He was a sweet man, truly, but it would be best if he didn’t find himself landing on your husband’s bad side on his first day. You went on with the tour, mental checklist depleting as you ran him through the operations. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t kept Miguel’s office last on the checklist.

As you trekked through the “evil lair,” you heard him mumbling to himself about how inaccessible the place was, an off-handed joke to see if you’d laugh. You gave him a kind smile, still in professional mode. You two finally found yourselves below the platform, and you honestly should’ve expected the dramatic silence as he lowered it excruciatingly slow. You rolled your eyes, drama queen, you thought to yourself. You felt him nudge you lightly, “Is..is it always like this?” You giggled quietly, “Yes, yes it is. Please don’t mind him.” You could feel Miguel’s scowl towards the man before you had even caught a glimpse of it, but when he had turned around he resembled what you could only describe as a peeved cat, claws and all.

You introduced the recruit coolly, “And this is Miguel O’Hara.” You could tell he was nervous, and was he subtly hiding behind you? Oh, please take it easy on him Miguel. “Nice to meet you sir-” The man couldn’t even get out a full sentence, “Please, there’s no need for pleasantries.” Your eyes hurt from how much you were rolling them at this point, shooting him an unimpressed look. “Well, um…I wanted to thank you for this opportunity. I admire your work here, as from one scientist to another-” If even possible, Miguel’s glare hardened “Again, no need for pleasantries. Mrs. O’Hara here has well informed me of your background and I will say, I do not need another reminder.”

You could’ve shot a web over his mouth at this exact moment. Miguel always kept an eye out for you, and that meant him utilizing abusing the plethora of surveillance around HQ. You should’ve known better, he had indefinitely caught his flirting.

“Oh I didn’t even realize that, oh my god, I am so sorry-” Did not catch a break whatsoever, “Mrs. O’Hara, My wife.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, this fucking man. “Yes, Mrs. O’Hara. Please excuse me, If I had known I swear I would not have done anything” Miguel nodded slowly, but not yet satisfied. “We both greatly value professionalism, so be very careful with how you conduct yourself here. You’ve been briefed, Jessica will be coming to retrieve you outside of my office. You’ll be assigned your first mission after training. Feel free to excuse yourself, preferably right now.” He answered flatly, enjoying the sight of him squirming.

As quickly as he came, he was gone. You stood there, arms crossed, paired with a scowl of your own. It was almost like you two were having a staring competition, seeing which one would break first. It was until your chests were nearly touching you felt Miguel’s hand brush against your hip. You went to flick his hand, but being two steps ahead he caught your hand, “Not quick enough are we, Mrs. O’Hara?” Smug asshole. You pulled your hand away, gently switching to rub at his chest. You were teasing him, he knew that, but he was very curious about your next move as you were getting closer to his neck. You took your time tracing his collarbones, before moving to cup the side of his neck and rubbing your thumb along his throat enjoying how his Adam’s apple bobbed. You didn’t miss the way he subtly tilted his head back, just a smidge, now it was your turn to be smug. But instead, you swiftly moved your hand to the back of his neck, bringing it down just a little, making it so his lips barely brush against your own. You could hear his heartbeat, not missing the way it quickened at your actions. You kept him there for a few seconds, wanted to see if he’d even try and go for it, you could’ve laughed at how right you were. You caught his movement, digging your nails into the back of his neck as a warning. You scoffed at his submission,

“Jealous are we, Mr. O’Hara?”

Some days, you two played the game of cat and mouse

Who was the cat or the mouse? Depended on the day

But on stressful days, you two seemed to be so in tune with each other

Despite not sharing spider senses, Miguel always and I mean always knew when you were stressed and vice versa

As mentioned previously, you two held a lot of responsibility in the Spider-Society

So on days when it comes too much, you’re both there to be each other’s comfort

“Fuck,” you hissed as you go to maneuver your body gingerly onto the top of the ledge of a building, patrolling. It didn’t help when the late-night drizzles of the city slowly started to turn into ice-cold raindrops. You could’ve laughed at the irony of the situation, your back aching from a very slippery brawl that occurred during last night's patrol. It had been pouring for a few days, bringing out the pungent smell of Earth-65’s city along with the unknown that lurked in the shadows. You’ve been a little more on edge, the downpour has been having some serious repercussions on your back. There was no doubt that you were a very agile fighter, but when water is added to the mix it makes you just a tad bit clumsy the way this is actually me in real life and I unintentionally self-inserted here.

So here you were, your sore and slightly bruised back being offered a fiercely ice-cold soothe from the rain. Stars are utterly drowned out by the ambient lights, and your senses are unpleasantly filled with the smell of sulfur mixed and the musk of damp concrete causing you to scrunch up your face under your mask. Focus, the massage gun can deal with the back pain you remind yourself of, the patrol at hand.

If it wasn’t for the icy reminder, you honestly would’ve forgotten what you were doing on Earth-65. Gwen had been off, the both of you splitting up in order to cover ground. An anomaly has been a real pain in the ass for the past few days, managing to slip from your grasp, the source of your back pain. Gwen had specifically asked for you to come with her, you’ve been training with her recently to help her build progress while on missions. She felt more at ease with you there, and you could not turn her down after knowing that. You’re met with an orange glow by your side, a small smile coming to your lips. “Hey, mamas. Just wanted to let you know, Miguel is gonna pop in soon to take the mission from here. Talk about drama!” She exclaimed, picking at her nails. You gave her a confused look, “Uh…Lyla, honey, I’ve got this covered.” She tsked and giggled at the comment, “Oh I don’t doubt it, ma. But what I do doubt is that back pain you’re feeling, after adding some software updates to that pretty little number you got on I’ve been able to read your vitals along with that pain. You’re experiencing some bruising from that blow you took last night, along with some concerning muscle straining. Therefore, Dr. Miguel is ordering you out on this one sweetie.” You groaned, she was right but you needed to get this finished, you needed to be there for Gwen. But without further protest, you see the familiar split as a portal opened. In all of his glory, there stood your husband, and you know he had a quizzical look under the mask.

“Mi vida, why aren’t you headed home? You need rest…”He said softly, voice full of concern. You move to hug his middle, his body temperature a stark contrast from the cold, putting you at ease. “Amor, I can do this. Gwen needs me and I understand-”

His hand moves to cup the back of your neck, “Stop. I understand, but you need to go home right now. I’ll be there in a few hours to help but right now I need you at home, in bed. Quit pouting, it’s not gonna help your case.” You sighed, he knew, he always knew. Usually, you’d resist, be stubborn and carry on, but god was the ache in your back really starting to irritate you. “Don’t take this as me accepting defeat, this is all in the name of medical concerns.” You mumbled, forehead resting against his chest. “Oh is that the great, amazing Spider-Woman accepting defeat? I don’t know, it really sounds like it.” You let out an annoyed sigh, “You want me to go home or not? Because we can hash this out together.” He snorted at your sarcasm before softly smacking the side of your thigh. “Go home mi reina, I’ll be there soon.” You nodded, not wanting to argue any further, you lifted your mask just below your nose. He smirked, letting his dissipate to reveal the bottom half of his face as well. The kiss is full of passion, a little rushed, but effectively showed your love and genuine concern. You didn’t expect the light pressure of fangs sinking into your bottom lip before you slowly pulled away, watching him release your lip with a cocky smirk. “Malo” you murmured teasingly. You shoved him lightly, before opening your own portal and heading home.

“Mi reina,” You stirred, eyes still closed, Miguel’s scent overtaking your senses. You felt your body be gently flipped onto your stomach, you were going to question the action until you felt his skilled hands working exactly where your pain was. You let out a whimper, the pressure stinging just a bit. He shushed you quietly, “I got you. Just relax.” You listen to his soft command, the pain starting to ease up. You were too tired to hide the noises you were making, letting them flow throughout the house as his thumbs massaged your lower back. “See how great it is when you listen to me, mami?” You lazily kick at his thigh as he readjusts himself to straddle your thighs, earning you a small ‘oof,’ a lazy smirk making its way to your lips at the noise. “Fine, I’ll be quiet,” You hummed, you were dozing back off into sleep at this point, your back feeling much better now. But it was when you felt his hands drift lower was when your eyes peeked back open to watch him. “Tryna get action down there? Good luck with getting me to do that, my back is sorta bruised, you see.” You felt him roll his eyes before he started to knead your thighs, earning him a soft moan from you. “Who said you need to do anything besides sit there and be pretty amor?” That made you giggle, “Touché, my love.”

You let him continue on with his ministrations, only half-awake. But he went back to massaging your back, continuing until it lulled you to sleep. He rolled over beside you, turning his body to face your sleeping one, he gingerly stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Te amo, mami.” You both fell asleep, your bodies finding their way to each other throughout the night. That night Nueva York started to rain as well, the soft patter of the rain on the window only adding to both of your comforts.

That morning was spent tangled up together as well, but this time very awake and with you thanking Miguel in his favorite way.

BONUS!

“MIGUEL!” As if on queue, his head started to ache. “Fuck,” he grumbled “Jess, yes. How are you?” He replied sarcastically. She stormed up to him, the hands on her hips emphasizing her annoyance. “Why the HELL are you scaring the newbie? Over something he didn’t know of ALL things?!” Her shouting was turning his ache into a full-blown headache. “Next time tell him to be a goddamn professional and not flirt with my wife.” He muttered, arms crossing in the process. “Oh yeah, professional. Shall I remind you of last week’s little chat? Remember the one with you practically groping-” He groaned loudly, “Don’t even start-” She let a sarcastic laugh, “Me? Start with you? NEVER!”

He was reminded of why he stayed in his office, far from everyone else.

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