⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ FIRST TIME FLUTTERS ᝰYou and Miguel feel the baby move in your belly for the first time.
Music Advisory — Miguel O’Hara x fem!preg!reader // fluff, domestic!miguel, established relationship [married couple], mom!reader & dad!miguel, pregnancy [second trimester], emotional [happy tears], belly rubbing + kissing, Miguel speaking Spanish [google translations included]
Duration — a little under 1.0k words
Words from Artist — This was such a cute and fun little Drabble I wanted to write with Miguel because I love writing him w/ prego!reader and I was inspired when I seen this tiktok couple (the video is so cute🥹!!). I have some longer fics in the works for him with prego!reader but I wanted to post something short/quick for him. As always feel free to comment and reblog, I enjoy reading y’all reactions and would love to hear your thoughts <3
The quiet hum throughout your home is soothing while the scent of Miguel’s cologne lingers in the air and your favorite choice of music plays softly in the background. You're currently sitting on the couch, curled up in one of your husband’s oversized shirts, while your hand rests gently over your belly. At nearly five months pregnant, your baby bump is becoming more prominent, a constant reminder of the life that’s constantly growing inside you.
Miguel’s in the kitchen, finishing up dinner. Tonight is one of the many times he insisted on cooking for you instead of letting you lift a finger since you revealed to him that you were carrying his child. He’s been extra attentive lately, always making sure you’re comfortable, well-fed, and not pushing yourself too hard.
Pairings: CEO!Miguel O'Hara x Female!Reader
Summary: After two weeks of no employment, you finally land a job, but it has a catch...
Word Count: 8.5k
Warnings: use of y/n and y/l/n; family nickname introduced for reader; still no name for your sister (I need to decide on a nickname); some cussing; alcohol consumption; some Spanish, but translations are provided in text; suggestive content, so MDNI; reader is fluent in Spanish; I think that's all?
A/N: pls let me know if you'd like to continue to be tagged, or be added to the taglist!
Masterlist| Spotify
I'm realizing I should probably make a (small) master list of sorts because I genuinely didn't think I'd post a lot of writing stuff but I think I have like 3-4 little one-shots and I have a feeling I'll be doing more
Summary: Miguel makes you a gift for Valentine's Day.
Warnings: none! Just fluff and flustered Miguel (my favorite hehe)
Word Count: 1800
A/N: I know this is such a late Valentine's post but I find myself losing motivation to post and write things when I put such high expectations on myself considering time and quality, so instead of not posting at all, I'm posting it late and trying not to overthink about whether it's even good enough. I need to stop being a perfectionist lol.
Miguel swiped on his holo screens mindlessly. He kept catching himself zoning out, and it frustrated him immensely. He just couldn't seem to focus.
Jadee would you be up to a good old fainting fic w our lovely broody miguel?
—spidergirl gets sick and miguel is there to catch her, 1.4k
“I could get you one of those, you know.”
You sniffle with a tissue held to your nose, standing across from him, having just been to the bathroom for a concerning amount of time, “What could you get me?”
You're sick with laryngitis again, your throat sore and voice hoarse, but you’re wearing it well, little sign of your sickness beyond your increased usage of balsam tissues and your two-day t-shirt (and your sore nose, and the occasional tear edging its way unbidden from the corner of your left eye).
“A super dog.”
“You’re gonna get me a puppy?” you ask, swiping aside the e-reader and mini fabric pouch that fell into your seat as you left.
“Come on,” he says, holding out his arm.
You sit down and back under his arm again. Miguel doesn’t know much about love besides wanting it badly (and living what isn’t meant for him), but this is where you should always be. “Do you want a super puppy?” he asks, a pinch in his chest relaxing as you melt into his side.
On screen, the super puppy in question barks erratically. You like these movies, citing a deep love for the romantic background plots and the adorableness of the lab puppy as it barks its way to victory. Miguel honestly cannot believe he’s watching it, but then you cough next to him and he remembers his reasons.
“I can’t take care of a puppy.”
“I’ll take care of the dog,” Miguel says.
“Don’t be whipped.”
Sick, and you still say things with your strange sweet whimsy. “I’m not whipped,” he says, “I just want you to feel better.”
“And when I’m better we’ll still have a puppy.”
“I’ll rehome him.”
“That’s not funny, Miguel,” you say, turning to him, shifting your leg where it’s underneath you to be a bit taller. “Can I put my face here? I won’t breathe on you.”
While it did take a superbug to make you sick, your super powers, your healing and strength, aren’t as dialled up as most Spider’s would be. Miguel probably won’t catch it because he has a stronger immune response, and so he lets you put your face in his neck without comment.
“We could keep the dog,” Miguel says.
“Yeah? I worry you’re too busy for a pet, O’Hara.”
“What do you mean? I look after you.”
“So funny,” you murmur, rubbing your nose against his shoulder. He barely feels it, and somehow a contentedness springs from your touch. “I look after you.”
It’s true, and he doesn’t refute it. Miguel’s not sure what he’d do without you, too addicted now to your company. It’s not like he had a choice when it came to wanting you, didn’t he try his hardest not to feed into the whole crush? You’d twirl into his laboratory with a paper flower for his desk and he’d send you away, the memory of your hand brushing his arm stuck on repeat. He does want you, and he did choose to kiss you, as he chose to be with you —you fell into his bed in a way, but loving you is as many parts consciously done as it is helpless.
You didn’t expect it. You didn’t expect Miguel to always seek your touch. Always holding your hand or resting his hand gently on the small of your back or sitting so close that his leg is pressed against yours. You didn’t expect it but you loved it.
Especially since he was trying so hard to not make it to obvious since funnily enough, he hated PDA. So he always did it in a not too in other people’s faces way and almost in a shy manner. You could feel how his pulse would be crazy fast the first second he takes your hand until he slowly relaxes and gets all relieved and happy. It was so adorable. You loved it. You really did.
Miguel O'hara fic, word count 1,185. Entirely fluff, preexisting relationship, soft Miguel, tooth-rotting-mind-numbing-fluff.
Nothing worked for you anymore. Not videos, not touches, not anything. You were bone dry, absolutely numb to everyone but your precious Miguel. You hadn’t even noticed at first- it was such a subtle thing, too.
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