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miguelsslvt · 7 months

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SO AFTER READING your ... Miguel smut 😩✊ which is so freaking good and I wanted to ask if you can make an bodyguard/brat tramer !Miguel x FM/sassybrat!reader PLS I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE PLS SMUT please I'm on my knee on this idea like pls imagine Miguel trying n to do his job but FMbrat!reader wouldn't stay put and bend her over any surface and GO ABOUSTLY *Feral*ON her not giving READER ANY BREAK ! ONLY making her an moaning MESS while SAYING such thing like

"Oh? ..f-fu..So... This will shu-fu-ck!~....You so tight huh? You like when.!-.. I treat you like a...~!*fucking*slut" *"Mis extremas*" ( I use Google translate I'm so sorry if it wrong pls correct me I am!😭)

🗣🗣🗣🗣😩😩✊I CANT I NEED THIS PLS GURLL!.mother I love your writing🙌

(Im definitely a normal think about this man ,Miguel ohara)

bodyguard! brat tamer! miguel x brat! reader smut

word count: 445

TW: hugely nsfw, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

A/N: SWEETHEART I FEEL YOU!! i was so excited to do this request because as a brat myself, i love this concept so much. brat tamer miguel has my heart djhisdjdgkl!! anyways, welcome to the club! ^^

god, did you regret not listening to his warning sooner. you were in the kitchen, whining as usual.

'no! i don't want to go see my dad!!' 'y/n your father wants to make sure y-' 'i don't care! who are you for me to listen to!? you aren't anyone special!' you whined. god, you were such a princess.

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'still not anyone special am i, sweetheart? because i-.. ay coño... i think i'm the one fucking you so hard you can't focus right now.~' he said behind your ear, as you held onto the kitchen counter for dear life. you were a moaning mess, eyes rolled back as miguel relentlessly plowed his way into you.

'aww poor princess.. can't even process a single word other then my name hm?~' he teased, pulling your hair back as you let out a squeal. 'm-miguel!! p-lease~ g-gonna-' 'oh no no muñeca.. only good girls get to cum. and i don't think you've been good have you?' he mocked, as you moaned in response, drool spilling from your mouth. miguel let out a light chuckle.

'aw look at you, you're lucky your dad let me to take care of you, hm? i wonder what he would think if he saw you like this.. all blabbering nonsense as your bodyguard fucks some sense into you~'

god, you couldn't feel anything. you were close, so close. but you knew that if you'd cum, miguel would make this so much worse then it had to be. even though you liked a challenge, you couldn't even form words to think right now, let alone another punishment.

'i-i'll b-be g-good! i-i swear!' you cried out, a moaning mess as tears and drool fell down your face, down to your neck. your hair stuck onto your forehead, as the restr was held by miguel's strong hand, where his other was on your hip, guiding you deeper onto his 9 inches.

'good? yeah? you'll be good for me muñeca?' he panted, feeling his climax arising. 'm-mhm!! y-yes- m-miguel ple-ase!~' you moaned out, as he let go of your hair and started to play with your clit.

you were practically chanting 'yes, please, miguel' as if your life depended on it. 'g-gonna..! i- m-miguel-' 'shh.. cum for me sweetheart, i know i know, you've been too good for me to not let you cum.' he said, as with that, you broke.

as your pussy spasmed around his cock, miguel let out a loud groan as he came moments after you, filling you. you gasped for air, as he panted with you.

wait, didn't your dad request to see you earlier? is that a knock on the door?!

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obstinantes · 10 months

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i cant tweet this on twitter dot com without getting Flayed Uhlive but me personally while i support femdom lyla and like the subversion of huge angry brooding violent man and his scheming tiny evil little sidekick that makes fun of him even tho she's his subordinate maybe JUST MAYBE i think it would be awesome to see a nonsubversion but thats just me personally ☝️

#holofang #okay like has anyone considered brat lyla and brat tamer miguel bffr #to any fanfic writers out there PLEASE give me the above 😭😭 i draw shit not write shit #man please give me sub lyla idc if its atsv or 90s idc which iteration MAKE HER BEGGG FOR HIM sobbing noises

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st4rymoon · 7 months

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・𝘝𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 ・

- 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐 ・𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐟 | 18+ | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Miguel O’Hara x Fem Reader

Warnings: teasing, p in v, unprotected sex!, semi voyeurism? (Miguel in call with friends), pet names, dom Miguel, bratty reader, brat tamer Miguel, language, semi dubcon? If you squint.

You laid on your tummy as you buried yourself in a book with your legs kicking in the air. Miguel sat at his desk as he yelled into his head set. When he wasn’t busy with being in charge of the spider society, he spent some time online playing his games.

You were surprised when you found out a man so serious could have fun. But after a few months of dating him you soon realized he was quite the nerd. His dozens of shelves full of books kept you entertained as he played with a few other spiders online.

“Peter stop killin- no not you Peter the other pe- FOR FUCK SAKE EVERYONE SHUT UP” he screamed. You chuckled seeing him so frustrated, turning onto your side you faced him.

You watched him with a smile as some of his hair fell to his sides, the head set pinning his front hairs up. He looks so sexy whenever he played video games. You had no clue why but seeing him in some sweats, no shirt and angry always made you wet.

“Mig” you whined, your tone giving away your intentions as you rubbed your thighs onto his sheets “yeah doll?” He muttered turning to you. You gave a pout and spread your legs open slightly.

His eyes averted to you, his smirk growing as he rolled his eyes “not now chula, let me finish this game” he hummed. You groaned in agony as you rubbed your thighs together “please mig.”

He shook his head with a smile and continued to focus on his game. You’ve never teased him while he played but you were getting annoyed by his lack of his attention.

You stood up from the bed, pushing him back slightly so you could straddle him. He huffed as you sat on his lap, squirming and kissing his face. “Get off me before all of them hear me fucking you” Miguel threatened.

You didn’t understand if he really thought that would scare you. You chuckled at his words and started to rub yourself onto his lap “oh yeah?” You mocked.

Miguels hands moved up to your waist, his eyes darkening as he moved his game character behind a building. He didn’t say a word as he pulled your panties down to the side, he pulled his headphones off and placed them on your head.

“You wanna keep acting like a damn brat, never listening to me. You’ll get what you want” he cooed. You tried to yank off the headphones but he pinned your hands onto your stomach “no chula, déjalos escuchar si lo quieres tan mucho.”

Miguel kicked off his sweats, fisting his cock, he aligned himself between your cunt without any prepping. His hand squeezed your cheeks “gonna let them hear your boss fucking you? Mhm?” He moved your face side to side, teasing you with a smile.

Miguel slammed you onto his cock, settling deep in you as he let out a shaky moan. You bit your tongue as you felt his length stretching you, your tight walls squeezing him as he picked up the pace.

You tried to fight his hands off yours to cover your mouth, but with no struggle he kept you still. His hips fucked up into you, his cock sliding in and out as he moaned onto your shoulder. You could hear Miguel’s friends talking on his headset as he bottomed you out.

You were fighting every sound that threatened to spill out of you “let it out doll” he cooed. The second his calloused fingers rubbed your swollen clit you let out a loud moan. Miguel’s name spilling from your lips as the moan knocked the air out of you.

The talking on the head piece went silent. You tried moving your hands again, trying your best to pull them off but yet again, Miguel adjusted the headphones and now pinned your hands behind your back.

“No no, you were begging for this remember?” He shook his head, looking up at you with a smile on his face as your cheeks began to become stained with tears.

“Mi- Miguel please i-“ you cried as he pounded you out, his free hand that wasn’t pinning your hands behind your back on your hips. You slumped onto his chest, your moans spilling into his neck as he hugged you onto him.

He sloppily fucked into you as your slick dripped down your thighs and onto his lap. Miguel’s moans loudened as he felt you squeeze his cock, your moans filling his ears as your orgasm hit.

“Ay- ay mami- fuckkk” Miguel seethed, his fangs slightly piercing your shoulder as he bit onto you. Miguel’s seed spilling into you, his cum leaked out of you as he pulled out softly.

His hands moved up to your head and pulled the head set off “don’t worry doll, I ended the call the second I heard you moan” Miguel winked as he placed a kiss onto your forehead.

#smut #marvel smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel ohara #miguel o hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel smut

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loganlermanstanaccount · 4 months

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if ur still taking requests could u do dbf!miguel? :3

he would be a brat tamer, change my mind.

DBF!Miguel O'Hara

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

DBF!Miguel O'Hara x fem reader

summary: fucking dbf!mig in a closet at a christmas party <3

warnings: Minors DNI. 18+. Brat taming, PIV, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex. established relationship? idk, this isn't the first time y'all are fucking

a/n: if you squint this is christmas themed. happy holidays everyone!

wc: 1k

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Dbf!Miguel but he has some semblance of a conscience. He has just enough self awareness, the wherewithal to feel guilty as he fucks you - sighing into the crook of your neck as you whine.

And God, do you whine… simpering, breathy little moans that go straight to his cock. The way you squirm underneath him, legs shaking and shivering so he has to dig into the meat of perfect thigh just a bit more; lapping at that dip below your jaw in a frenzy.

“Quiet.” He hisses, grinding his pelvis against yours, pushing your body flat against the wall.

“F-Fuck, Mig… can't–”

When your head tips back, and it will - he's been fucking you long enough to know your tells, to catch every shiver and creak of bones before you come - he'll lick up those moans too.

You keen, fucking back on his length, and Miguel shifts his hips just so - hiking up your leg even higher. With one swift movement, you've wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hand in his hair. He's pulled out, tip of his cock kissing your hole, and then he slams himself back in - a delicious curve that hits just the right place.

“Look at me.” He says it soft, tilting your chin so your noses graze against one another, lips barely a hair's breadth away. “You're close, baby.”

He says it like a statement, so attuned to you in that little coat closet, batting away fur trim and padding. And it's intimate, tits pressed up against him, spilling out of a push up bra under an itchy jumper you wore specifically for him - but of course, you wouldn't dare say as such.

The way your lips press against him is enough, desperate and breathy. He presses the flat of his thumb - deliciously rough, with just the right amount of pressure - against your clit, and your legs buckle under the pleasure that it brings.

“Look at me.” He says it again, crooning and gentle. “Want you to look at me when you come, hermosa.”

Like a dog in heat, what he says, goes; and you're brought to the edge by just his words. Quiet, like he said you should, and you nip at the juncture of neck peeking out from that thickly knit sweater, biting down a moan. It rips through you, bubbling up at your chest, causing you to clamp down on his length.

“Needy girl…. O-Oh fuck….” Miguel whispers it into your ear, holding you close.

Eyes lidded, you trace cheekbone and deep furrows, addicted to the way his dimples look in the low light. And when you tug, hand in his hair and pulling him closer, deeper, milking his cock; he rewards with you with hot cum and a sloppy kiss.

Hips stuttering, eventually he pulls out; tucking his cock back into loose slacks. You're breathless, slumped back onto cool. wall.

“Give me a second…” You huff.

“Here,” He says, wrapping the limp limbs around his shoulders even tighter. “Don't be a brat.”

It’s said without any real venom, quiet protests kissed into skin. He sinks to his knees, using his thumbs to open up your cunt, marvelling at the way you glisten. It makes you hot under the collar, batting him away. Regardless, Miguel persists, swiping his tongue at your pretty hole and taking a careful taste.

You squirm - half-heartedly, with a hand in his hair - as he presses pretty kisses, eating out his cum with a nose at your clit. You're close, tugging That second orgasm, ever elusive, is snatched away.

“Fuck you.” You spit, watching him wipe a hand across stubble as he gets up.

“Watch the attitude. S'why we're here in the first place.”

“No.” Adjusting your skirt, you step forward. If looks could kill, Miguel could give you a run for your money, you realise with a grimace. “We're here because you're a dirty old man.”

He rolls his eyes, arms crossed in the tiny space.

“Someone needs to teach you some manners.” He grunts.

…by fucking you in a coat closet? You raise an eyebrow.

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He doesn't crack a smile, opting for a hand snaked under your skirt instead. Squeezing your ass, he presses you against him and gulps down subsequent moans. You both separate with a wet pop.

He goes to bed with a hand down his pants, fucking his hand to the pictures you send him late at night. But you already know that.

Miguel sighs, watching as you slip out of the little room, smoothing out the wrinkles in your skirt, adjusting a crinkly paper crown. After a reasonable amount of time, he follows the path you must have taken, across the hall and into the dining room, met with a dozen faces milling about.

There you are in the corner, pressing manicured nails to a screen; ignoring the way half the people in the room ogle you: the boss's kid. His chest puffs up, protective. There's a line drawn in the sand, between him and them. When he looks you up and down, traces the curve of thigh disappearing under a too-short skirt…. it's different, he thinks.

As if you can hear his thoughts, you look up. Catching his eye, he doesn't miss the way your thighs squeeze together, nor how you shift your red sweater to hide a blossoming bruise.

Good. You're learning.

Your dad asked him to take care of you - preening and dithering despite the fact you were grown; definitely not his wide eyed little girl. Spoilt rotten, sure. But Miguel will do anything to keep you safe, even if that means a few... corrective measures.

#miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #kat_writes😼#miguel o'hara smut #dbf!miguel

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character-babblings · 2 months

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mdni. 18+ only

(fuck this is for sure my most feral and extensive post yet but he just 😮‍💨🌸)

Miguel O'Hara is a kinky bastard. it's almost crazy. he's into some of the nastiest shit sometimes. walk with me will you?

Miguel who says the rudest things in your ear while giving you slow strokes in full mating press. his hand wrapped around your throat, his fangs grazing your neck because 'your pussy clenches in the most perfect way' when he does that. and they way your body ever so twitches in fear

the size difference is fucking insane. it gets him fucking going because he is just so damn bigger than you. and he's able to lift you with one hand practically. as if you weigh nothing to him. he's a rough beast when he wants to be. the size difference has made some interesting positions. he's eaten you out on the ceiling before so hard your clit went numb.

hand. hands all over. knuckle deep in your pussy or even your mouth so you gag on them before he lands a sharp smack on your face sometimes. hands around your neck. hands on your legs, thighs, ankles even.

"Oh, pequeña zorra. Este coño está tan apretado, mamí. Te voy a destruir hasta que las lágrimas corran por esta bonita carita".

he can be so mean! especially if you decide to bring out the brat tamer in him. that's a whole new level because Miguel has no patience to deal with a fucking brat. snatching you up before giving you sharp slaps on your ass. maybe even on your pussy once. each time asking you if you're done and with every "no" his hand comes down a little harder. he likes watching you try not to cry from pleasure.

and god forbid you call him papi. he will walk you like a dog. breeding your pussy until there's no way to do anything but let it all leak out. but will Miguel allow this? absolutely fucking not, two fingers roughly or gently depending on the mood back between your puffy fucked out lips.

"Don't waste it, little one. You're going to be knocked up by the end of the year, you know that? You're going to look so fucking hot with such a big belly and swollen tits. Fuck...open your legs. Now."

his whole hand is the size of your face and if you think this is a joke literally stfu. he loves grabbing your face. especially when you're giving him lip. he's for sure wrecked your shit majorly because you've given him attitude at the worst times.

"You stupid little girl. You'd think you learn what happens when you talk to me like that. You've been way too fucking bratty today. Remember that I'll always love you baby girl, because I'm about to fuck you like i don't." he growls grabbing your face and pinning you against the wall. before walking you to your bedroom where you proceed to get your back blown to shreds.

miguel i'll be writing you again soon babbbyyyy

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara imagines #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse smut

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nadloves · 10 months

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Spiderman Into the Spiderverse Fanfiction Recommendations

Miguel O'Hara

Stay || husband!Miguel O'Hara x Wife!reader

what the f-!? (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

miguel likes rubbing your back

What's in between (pt.1) (pt.2)

Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete

miguels brat tamer

jealousy

I Need You to Stay

to a heart's conten (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) || singlefather!miguel o'hara x reader

snow spider

work mom

miguel o’hara at his daughters parent-teacher conference || Dad!Miguel O'Hara x Mom!reader

miguel on his daughter's bday

Untitled

With My Heart and Soul

Oh, What Can I Do?

Annoying (pt.1) (pt.2)

Spiderman Noir

Untitled

Spider Noir x Black Cat!reader

Spiderman Noir x Spiderwoman!reader

Untitled

Earth 42! Miles Morales

IN THE HEAT OF IT ALL

Showgirl

2:00 A.M

LINK UP (pt. 1, 2, 3)

Love triangle || earth 42!miles morales x reader x earth 1610!miles morales

Like you!! || Ex!miles morales x reader

GIVE YOU THE WORLD

OPEN ARMS (pt.1) (pt.2)

His girl (pt. 1-10) || earth 42!miles morales x reader | earth 1610!miles morales x reader

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clockmax · 10 months

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Miguel O’Hara as a Brat Tamer…………………………………………I’ll let you think about 😉

listening to super massive black hole does something to me when writing tbh

mdni, nsfw below, requests open

Miguel O'hara who has to listen to that bratty attitude you always have. How you never listen to him or the rules, just doing your own thing instead of listening. Or when he would try to tell you verbally to listen, instead ignoring him, even mocking him a little.

SO, what does he do?

Miguel O'hara who has you pressed into the sheets, hand keeping your body down. His cock rams inside of you, edging you for what felt like hours. If you wouldn't listen to him normally, he'll just have to dick you down.

Of course he wouldn't let you cum, no. He listened to how you whined and pleaded, even begged to come. Yet he didn't let you. Only good girls got to come, and you had been so very disobedient to him.

Miguel O'hara who grabs your hair, moving your head upward as he roughly pounds you, listening to how you beg and plead your apologies. All He can do is degrade you, scold you for not listening to him.

But he couldn't help but notice how quickly you changed once he had himself balls deep in you, how you suddenly started listening. How you apologized to him.

"Acting up all day just cause you needed to be dicked down, that the case?" He'd practically degrade in your ear. hands pinning you back into the bed.

Once he believes you truly are sorry, he'll let you come. How your body quivers and squirms, walls fluttering around his thickness as you moan out his name like a mantra, even letting the name 'sir' slip past your mouth.

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127rkives · 4 months

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the absolute irony of miguel having the whiniest most pushy girlfriend but him being the biggest brat tamer-

like he's annoyed and exhausted enough as is dealing with literally saving the world, and now he has to listen to you whine???? about your nails of all things???? at first all he can do is sigh and crease his brows in frustration, but now he's got you bent over the bed with one hand on the back of your neck keeping your face in the mattress and the other holding your wrists behind your back making an even bigger mess of your already creaming pussy-

#rkived: rambles #miguel o'hara smut #miguel smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara smut

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submenarehotties · 11 months

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“ take 𝙞𝙩 like 𝙖 good 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩! „

submissive! miguel o’hara x dominant! male! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the atsv movie)

cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, anal, degradation kink, exhibition kink, reader has a dick, rough handling, brat! miguel, brat tamer! reader, mean! reader, spanking (miguel receives), slight angst, biting (miguel and reader both receive).

summary: Miguel has been getting on your nerves. Why not fuck him on the balcony? He loves to be watched. After all, he’s Spiderman, everyone wants to watch him. And if he can’t handle that, take him to bed and fuck him even harder.

note: not proofread. reader wants miguel to hurt bad. :) [ but dw cause miguel loves it. ]

word count: 1.3K+

The continuous slap of your skin to Miguel’s made his face flush. Just thinking about your cock buried in his tight hole made Miguel whimper and ache for you. Miguel gasps, gripping the balcony ‘til his knuckles turned white.

“We n-need to stop. We’ll get c-caught.” Miguel moans.

“What’s so wrong with that?” You tease, your teeth nipping at his earlobe.

Miguel let out cries, making you thrust two fingers into his mouth, making his sounds muffled.

“I would love to hear you let out sounds, but it seems you really do want to be caught.”

“If we do get caught. I’ll leave you here, all hard. And we both know you can’t get off without me.”

Muffles of him trying to talk through your fingers that were stuffed in his mouth made you grin.

“Hm? What was that? I should leave you now?” You say, running your hands down his slutty waist.

Miguel shook his head violently. His drool was now dripping down your fingers. What a slut.

You take your fingers out of Miguel’s mouth and stop your thrusts inside him, “Answer this for me. Who’s orgasm is more important?”

Miguel’s voice is raspy when he replies, “Yours.”

“Mmm, that’s right.” You reply, running a hand down his bare back, making goosebumps appear and the muscles on his back flex.

Miguel tries to push his ass further on your dick, but you spank him hard on his ass, to which Miguel yelps.

“You’ll take exactly what I give you and no more. Got it?” You state.

Miguel murmurs a response. You wrap a hand around the front of his neck and pull him up against you. Miguel leans his head onto your shoulder, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Was that a smart-ass response?” You demand.

“No.” He whispers.

He’s lying through his teeth. Everyone may think Miguel’s good at lying. He’s not. You see right through him everytime.

“Liar. Tell me exactly what you said. Cause you’re really starting to piss me off where I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

Miguel lets out a light gasp, shocked at your hurtful words. Of all things Miguel’s said, why shouldn’t you be able to talk back to him just as hurtful? You want him to hurt.

“I said that I’ll take whatever I want.” Miguel says softly that you barely hear it.

“It’s funny that you had the nerve to say that when my dick is up your ass and I’m the one in control, not you.”

“‘m sorry. I just wanted you to make me feel good…” Miguel murmurs.

“The only reason you’re here is to make me feel good. To hell if you feel good.”

Miguel’s eyes water, but he says nothing else. You finally sigh, pulling out of him.

“Did I go too far?” You ask, a hand resting on Miguel’s bare hip.

Miguel shakes his head, “No.”

“Then get your ass inside so I can fuck you more.” You reply, walking inside.

Miguel’s ear tint red. You always were very blunt with your desires toward Miguel. Miguel actually preferred when you degraded him like that. He loves when you make him hurt.

Miguel had many kinks and you knew about every single one. He loved the idea of being watched but he was a tad uncomfortable because it was his first time trying that out and you saw that.

Miguel gulped as he walked inside. He just knew his face was beet red.

“I want you on the bed, lying on your back.” You command, and Miguel did as he was told, and you climb on top of him.

“My intention was not to make you cry. I’m not good at feelings.” You say softly, placing kisses carefully down his body.

“I-It’s okay,” Miguel says, feeling embarrassed, and covering his face with his hands.

You were never like this.

“I am not a gentle dom either. But, you knew exactly what you signed up for.” You say, suddenly biting into his thigh.

Miguel flinched and let out a loud moan, fisting the sheets beside him.

“You’re a whore. But… You’re my whore.” You continue, licking the bite.

“You’re always free to use your safeword. Yet, you never do. Because it all feels good, no matter what I do to you.” You say, sinking your teeth onto another part of his thigh.

You lick over the bite as you did with the other one before glancing up at the mess of the man you made.

“I’m right, no?” You finish, rubbing the outside of his thighs, slowly sliding them open.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Miguel moans.

He was such a slut for physical touch. Yours only, of course.

“Mmm, I know you best.” You reply.

“Only you.” Miguel corrects innocently.

“Yes, that’s right.” You say, your cock tapping at his entrance, making Miguel visibly gulp.

You lean down, your lips almost touching, making sure his eyes are locked on you before slowly guiding your cock inside him.

“I missed your dick.” Miguel whines.

“Only been a few minutes, baby.” You chuckle.

“Felt like forever—nngh!” Miguel is cut off by you thrusting hard into him.

“Hush. I only want sounds from you.” You state, running a finger over his mouth to shush him.

“You shouldn’t try to form coherent sentences when you know you won’t be able to when I’m done with you.”

Miguel’s cries make you want to ruin him even more. His hole wrapped around your cock so good. You wanted to do terrible things to him. And he’d let you.

Miguel whined your name and pulled you close, making you groan at his sudden actions, and he kissed you. It might’ve seemed innocent to others, but you knew Miguel and you also felt his fangs glide across your bottom lip. Miguel lunges and you chuckle, slapping a hand over his forehead, keeping his head down.

It’s always times like this where Miguel loses control and tries to bite you. Never once has he succeeded. You were no fool. You knew what his venom did.

“I just want a taste.” Miguel says with an innocent smile, his tongue gliding over his fangs.

You fuck Miguel harder, so he loses focus, and he does exactly that. His fangs still poke out, his mouth is wide open as he continuously moans, his eyes screwed shut.

“Just take it like a good slut, hm?” You degrade, taking your hand off his forehead, continuing with your fast pace, both of your hands gripping his waist.

You trusted Miguel not to try and bite you again. If he did, he’d really be in for it.

“It’s not that hard is it? Just let go for me, El.” You whisper in his ear.

You pulled out his favorite nickname. He loves when you call him El. Miguel’s cock throbs at being untouched the entire time.

Miguel grabs a fistful of your hair to keep you close to him. His fangs graze over your neck, but he doesn’t bite. Miguel only sucks and nips at your skin.

You feel Miguel’s cock rub against your stomach and you smile as he tries to get off faster.

“Look at your pathetic dick, twitching desperately.” You say, and Miguel cries out when he feels your hand wrap around it.

“Gonna cummmm—can I cum for y-you, please?”

You kiss his neck with a grin, “Go ahead, cum for me, El.”

“(Y/n)—mmghh!” Miguel whined, his dick coating your hand in his cum.

Miguel’s fangs ached to bite you. Not to claim you or mark you. Miguel just genuinely wanted to bite you to find out how your blood tasted.

Miguel watched as you came right after him. Your focus breaking as you filled him with your cum. Miguel felt so warm, so full. Now, he wanted to bite you even more.

Just as you were about to open your eyes, Miguel bit into your neck. You groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“You asshole.” Was the only thing you could say before you felt all of your muscles relaxing.

Miguel smiled innocently against your neck as he licked the bite clean, “‘m sorry. Got hungry.”

You two were going another round after the paralyzation wore off. And you were going to be rougher and fuck him even harder, whether Miguel O’hara liked it or not.

a/n: i feel like i’m writing too much of miguel… it’s not a crime so anyway 😝. i wish miguel was real so i could mess him up myself 😞, ig i can only dream… and honestly i have no motivation to write for any other character but miguel :(

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miguelsslvt · 7 months

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MOTHERR!!

I have a raging NEED for brat reader. Honestly just tiny things that reader thinks nothing of but miggy (miguel) is actually keeping tabs and when reader gets to a certain number or just does something to piss miggy off you get a punishment 🤭

brat tamer! miguel x bratty! reader smut

word count: 2.17k

TW: spanking, punishment, NSFW, smut under cut, possessiveness (???), use of ‘girl’ and ‘pussy’, y/n is a bratty icon

A/N: can u notice i got a bit carried away? happy kinktober!

Miguel wasn’t a pussy. You knew that for sure. He never backed down on anything, whether that be a bet, or a dare, or a fight, or even his girlfriend.

He knew having a girlfriend like you would be a challenge for him, and to be honest, he liked a challenge. being a man of his age, he didn’t do too well with easy girls. Girls who would do anything for Miguel. That gave him the ice, thinking of a girl willingly doing what Miguel wanted. No. He didn’t want that.

He wanted a girl that could bite back. A girl that could tease, and whine, but make it look good. he realised that when he met you.

You, who would go out of your way just to make a snarky comment towards Miguel, you whine when he puts you on a particular mission with a spider totem you didn’t like. You, who would roll your eyes when he told you to bend over, or when you would scoff and even laugh at him after he told you to behave.

But, at the end of the day, what he loved most, was every time he told you to do something, you would end up doing it at the end. He liked that. Knowing that he was the only one you would actually listen to. He felt powerful, knowing that such a pretty thing like you would always end up falling under his little traps.

That was until today.

it all started in the morning, when you were latching onto him like a koala as he got ready. ‘Don’t go today miggy, can’t we just stay home?~’ you whined, causing Miguel to sigh. ‘We can’t, hermosa. The multiverse is in da-‘ ‘my pussy is in danger!!’ you whined, causing miguel to raise an eyebrow. ‘How can your pussy be in danger?’ He asked, you smirked. ‘negligence.’ You said, as he scoffed. ‘We had sex less then 9 hours ago-‘ ‘that doesn’t matter!! Please miggy~’ he ended up having to drag you off him and took you to work himself that day.

But oh, it didn’t stop there. All day, you would find pets and small excuses to go into Miguel’s office to burden him. First you came in for paperwork, then to give more paperwork, then you came in to remind him lunch was soon, then you came in again to report an anomaly. Miguel knew what you were doing. I mean, you could easily call him or put the paperwork into holographic paper so he could access it easier. He knew you only came in to see him. he was tempted, truly, but he had a job to do.

‘Here again, hermosa? I might have to disconnect Lyla and make you my PA.’ he said, turning around to you, as Lyla appeared, scoffing in an over-dramatic manner. You just chuckled. ‘I could never replace someone as perfect as you Lyla.’ You said, as Lyla smiled, disappearing. ‘What are you doing here again exactly?’ Miguel asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Well, you’re a smart guy miggy, I’m sure you know I just wanna see you!’ You said, Miguel sighed.

‘Sweetheart, you’ve been nagging me all day.’ He said, as you smirked. ‘I haven’t heard any complaints.’ ‘Well now you are.’ He said, sighing and putting his hands on your cheeks. ‘As much as I love you and your persistence, I can’t today. How about later, hm?’ He tried to compromise, which made you even more frustrated. ‘Later? ..hm. fine. I’ll wait later.’ You said, walking out and shutting the door. i’ll show you later. you thought, smirking and going into the cafeteria for lunch.

By 3pm in Nueva York, it was the prime of lunch in the spider HQ cafeteria. Miguel walked in, off to order something to help his growling belly, when he stopped and noticed you with hobie brown. You were touchy with Hobie, hand on his arm and sometimes even on his leg, giggling and talking away to him. You looked over to Miguel, smirking maliciously as you continued.

He knew what you were doing. You were trying to make him riled up. And it was fucking working. Lyla suddenly appeared beside Miguel. ‘Miguel, your heart rate’s sped up. Are you-‘ ‘I’m fine, Lyla. Help out spider-byte or something.’ He said frustratedly, walking over to you and Hobie.

‘Oh hi sweetheart! You don’t look too good..’ You teased, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘I’m fine. How’s work?’ He said, as you smiled widely. ‘Oh it’s going great! Me and hobie have been bonding really good!’ You said, smiling. You could see Miguel’s jaw move, signifying his fangs have extended. You knew Miguel well enough to know he was fuming. Lyla appeared again.

‘Sir your heart ra-‘ ‘Lyla leave. Now.’ He said, as Lyla nodded, rolling her AI eyes as she disappeared. Hobie raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you alright mate? You don’t seem a-‘ ‘I’m fine.’ He said, looking at you. ‘I’ll see you at home, yes?’ He asked, eyes narrowing.

You smirked. ‘I dunno, me and hobie were talking about hitting the club toget-‘ ‘the club?’ He cut you off. You smiled ‘innocently’. ‘Mhm!’ you replied, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘How about we have a nice little ‘chat’ huh honey?’ He said, as you smiled, standing up. ‘Mm no, I don’t think so. how about later, hm?’ you said, quoting what Miguel said before. He raised a brow. ‘You sure you wanna do take road?’ He warned, as you smiled warmly. ‘I’ve gotta go refill my drink. Talk to you later?’ You said, as he sighed, holding your arm lightly, but enough to pull you closer to him, his mouth next to your ear. ‘My office. 5 minutes.’ Was all he said, before walking away. Suddenly, he was hungry for something else.

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As you walked in, you made sure to lock the door. You walked up to Miguel’s platform, his back facing towards you. You looked at his muscles, biting your lower lip as you remember the countless of times you would scratch that perfect back of his, as he made you scream of ecstasy.

‘Lyla, do not disturb until I turn you back on.’ He said, his voice in a low growl. Lyla nodded. ‘Yes captain!’ the AI said, wearing a sailor suit before disappearing.

You took in a deep breath, considering to apologise. fuck no, you thought. You got this far, might as well seal the punishment, right?

‘There a problem, sweetheart?’ You teased, putting your hand on his shoulder, massaging it. ‘You look tense..’ You whispered in his ear, as he took in a deep breath, turning around, looking at you. His eyes were hazy, filled with lust and desire. You tilted your head innocently.

‘Bend over the desk.’ He said in a low growl. You smirked. ‘Or what?’you teased even more. he tilted his head up, not taking his eyes off of you. ‘Don’t make me ask again, pretty girl.’ He said firmly. You just scoffed, doing as he said. You bent down, arching your back. He lifted your skirt up swiftly. ‘Safe word?’ He asked, as you rolled your eyes. ‘red. Now are you gonna be a little bitch and stand there or-‘ you got cut off by a large spank on your ass, as you gasped loudly, your hands holding onto the desk. ‘Count for me, princess.’ He teased, as you bit your lower lip. ‘Fuck y-‘ spank! ‘a-ah okay f-fine!! t-two..’ You said breathlessly, as he smirked. ‘You’re learning.’

spank! ’f-fuck! Three..’ You panted, your ass burning from the sensation of Miguel’s hands hitting it with such force. That’s another thing you love about Miguel. How he could punish you but you could still enjoy it.

’T-twenty!! Please.. p-lease Mig..’ You panted breathlessly. He rubbed your sore ass now, leaning closer to your ear. ‘Have you learned?’ He whispered, as you nodded quickly. ‘I-i’ll be good.. I’ll be so good for you..’ you whispered, as he sighed. ‘ah.. there she is.’ He whispered, his fingers going down towards your slit. ‘Just had to show you who’s boss again, hm?’ He teased, putting in one finger, causing you to gasp, trying to lean your head up, as he pushed it back down with his other hand. ‘Head down, hermosa.’ He said, as you whined a little. ‘You ready for another finger?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes just put it in already..’ You whined, as he smirked, waiting for it.

‘..please.’ you said eventually, as he chuckled, putting another finger in, causing you to hold onto the desk again, gasping in the burning pleasure. ‘Just have to fuck you dumb on my fingers to get you to listen, hm? You like it when you’re full of me?’ He teased, playing with your hair as he leaned to your ear again, placing sloppy kisses on your neck. You nodded. ‘y-yes.. you know I do mig..’ you whispered, as he smirked, going up to your ear once again. ‘Just wait till you’re full of my cock again. You think you can handle it?’ He asked, as you moaned loudly as he pumped his fingers deeper inside you. He smiled softly. ‘Silly question, I know you can handle me. You do it every time like the big girl you are, right?’ He asked, as you moaned breathlessly. He pulled his fingers out of you. ‘That was a question, love.’ He whispered, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes! I-i can take it.. i take it every time, you know I do..!’ you whined, as he smirked, looking at your lust-filled expression on your face.

Your cheeks were flushed, your mouth slightly agape as you panted, your hair messy and eyes half lidded. miguel could feel himself twitch in his pants. He put his two fingers in his mouth, licking them clean as he used his other hand to unbuckle his pants.

‘You ready?’ He whispered to you, as you nodded. ‘words.’ He said, as you looked up at Miguel through your lashes. ‘Just put it in you teasing fucke-‘ you got cut off by a loud moan, as he put his thick tip inside of your pussy. He smirked, watching all the frustration and fight fall out of your face. You bit your lower lip, whimpering. No matter how many times you two fucked, nothing could ever prepare you for the feeling of his cock inside you.

‘Where’s all that brattiness gone, hm?’ He asked, slowly sliding in inside you, letting out a quiet groan. ‘I could’ve sworn you were telling me about hobie brown just a few minutes ago..’ He teased, as you gasped, moaning. ‘H-he could never fill me like you can miggy.. o-only your girl..’ You reassured breathlessly, as he chuckled, leaning closer to your ear. ‘I know baby, I know. Only dumb for my cock, right?’ He cooed, as you nodded before gasping once again as he started pushing in and out. He held your hips in place, as you fell back onto the desk, your back arching into him, causing him to hit all the deep spots inside you. You were a moaning mess, as he watched as his pretty little brat fell apart on his cock. He felt his pride and lust coming out as he held onto her hair lightly. ‘Like it, hermosa? Like being fucked dumb, all you needed was a good dick down to shut up that filthy mouth of yours?’ He teased, as you were practically incoherent. You nodded mindlessly, as he smiled softly, chuckling in your ear. ‘Cant even hear a word I’m saying, can you? Only thinking about how close you are.’ He mocked, as you moaned again, tears spilling from your eyes as his pace sped up.

‘C-close!’ You said a few minutes later, holding onto the desk for dear life as Miguel drilled himself into you. ‘Yeah I know baby, can feel you tightening around me, you wanna cum? Hm?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Yes! please.. p-lease I’ll be a good girl.. I-i’ll be your good girl just please..’ You babbled, as Miguel just chuckled, shutting you up by putting his fingers in your mouth. ‘Talking too much, honey.’ He teased, as you moaned through his fingers. He felt your walls clamp around him, signalling your near. He sped up, chasing his own high as well as yours.

Soon enough, you came undone. You moaned loudly, eyes rolled back as you hit your euphoria, your walls spasming around Miguel causing his high to crash too. He grunted deeply, as he continued to thrust his load inside you. you felt his cum deep inside you, as you came back from your high, Miguel panting, giving you one last hard thrust as he finished.

He pulled out slowly, grunting quietly as he moved your jaw to look at him. Your face had that pretty blissed out expression, the one you usually got when you had been fucked dumb. good. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson next time.

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cupcakeinat0r · 22 days

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DadBod!Miguel as a brat tamer

You’d been dying to go out dancing for a while now, but your man, Miguel, wasn’t too keen on going. Besides being swamped with work, he also wasn’t really into the scene due to his introverted nature. Not that you were an extrovert nor was it your scene either, however, you did love to dance. You didn’t need to drink or smoke or take those “poppers” or network with a bunch of fakes or whatever. You just loved to dance, and Miguel loves nothing more than to see you happy, so he agreed.

Miguel took you to a really nice spot in the city that played some salsa and reggaeton bangers. For Miguel, the smile plastered on your face made all the loud music and over-bearing people worth dealing with.

“Alright, mama, the floor is all yours. I’ll be waiting here.” He uses his lips to motion at a small table off to the side. Attached to his arm, you look up at him with a frown.

“You sure you don’t wanna dance with meeeee?” You bat your eyes, using one last effort to get him on the dance floor, but alas, he wouldn’t budge. To ease the disappointment, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead and tells you to have fun, and that he gets more joy out of watching you instead.

Making your way into the crowd, one of your favorite songs comes on and you immediately get into it, and like sew, you find a group of those sweet girls that are complete strangers but end up being your best friends by the end of the night because that’s how nights at the club go.

You all dance with each other, singing/screaming the lyrics at each other. Y’all salsa dance with each other, swaying your hips, letting loose. You’re having a blast, but a part of you still wishes that Miguel was dancing with you.

You glance over at the small table where he sits with his legs spread wide open, his black slacks that fit his thick thighs and ass perfectly, and his belt hugging his wide waist, his soft belly the cherry on top. His black top is buttoned up except for the top four, letting his chest hair peek. The long sleeves are fighting for their lives as they try to contain his bulging muscles. He makes the table look so small. His dress shoes are just as shiny as the thin, gold chain around his neck. He takes a swig of his drink as he looks back at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. You smile at him when you decide to give him a show.

Miguel lets his mouth sit slightly open as he watches you dance, your ass jiggling through the thin fabric of your dress. Whilst enjoying your show, he’s simultaneously looking around, making sure no one makes a move on what’s his.

The song comes to an end and a more slow one begins. You start seeing people couple up and you look at Miguel again, your hand motioning for him to come to you.

Miguel shakes his head and raises his hands in refusal, but you’re not giving up.

It’s corny, but you start lassoing a pretend rope, miming as if you’re pulling him onto the dance floor. This wins a chuckle from him, but he doesn’t get up, shaking his head ‘no’. You drop your hands in defeat then make a tear drop motion with your finger on your face and pout. He pouts as well, and mouths ‘I love you’ as a sorry for not wanting to dance.

You chuckle back and roll your eyes, walking toward the table.

“You’re really not gonna slow dance with me? Not even a little bit?” You ask with your hands on your hips.

“Baby, you know I’m not a dancer.” He says, grabbing your hand to rub circles on with his thumb.

“I’m not asking you to be a dancer, I’m asking you to hold me and step side to side with me for like 2 minutes.” You cross your arms, actually getting upset now.

“How about this, I’ll slow dance with you when we get home, alright?” He speaks lovingly, trying to compromise his own insecurities so that you were happy. You let out a short sigh, “You’re acting like an old man…” Miguel wasn’t amused by that comment, but he knows you’re just giving attitude at this point. “ay beba, por favor, no seas asi conmigo…” he tuts, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer in between his legs, his thumbs making circles on the fat of your hips.

“No, that’s fine. Be like that then.” You pull away from his hands to turn on your heel, going back to the dance floor.

Everyone is already paired up, and you look around awkwardly trying to figure out what to do. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see a guy.

He’s absolutely nothing compared to your Miguel but you guess he’ll do for now. You smile at him and begin dancing with him. It’s bachata, so your hips are extremely close to his, his hands tightly grabbing your waist to keep you tightly against his own body.

The glass in Miguel‘s hand could’ve broken had he squeezed any tighter.

You paid no mind to him, but you could feel Miguel’s eyes practically burning a hole into you. Maybe next time, he won’t think twice about dancing with you now.

He thinks about just running in there and ripping the guy to shreds, but he knew better than to embarrass his girl in public like that. He’ll have a talk with you later, privately.

2 hours go by and Miguel sits miserably at his seat after watching you dance with strangers. When you walk back to the table tiredly, you see how pissed Miguel looks.

“Okay… I’m ready to go home!” You’re breathing hard from dancing. Miguel is silent and cold, but still stands to take your hand and walk you out of the club, holding your purse, carrying your shoes, and letting you wear his jacket.

The whole ride home is quiet and his hand that is usually on your thigh isn’t there. You know why. You felt bad, but you never asked much of him, and the one thing you ask for, he wouldn’t give to you.

Still feeling guilty, you try to start conversation in the car, about what to possibly cook for dinner or if y’all needed any groceries, but he just kept facing the road, his brows furrowed and hands clutching onto the steering wheel.

Once you two get home, you reach for your car door handle, but Miguel spits out a curt ‘wait’. Miguel hates when you open doors for yourself. That’s his job, the gentleman. He leaves the car to go over to your side to open the door, but when he does, he stands in your path, and you’re not able to get out, “Care to explain to me what all that was?” His speaks with authority.

“What do you mean?” You play slick. You knew your boyfriend was a giant teddy bear at heart, but sometimes… it was fun pushing his buttons.

“Que tu creer? The stunt you pulled at the club, that’s what I’m talking about.” You’re really trying him, but Miguel is doing his best to control his temper.

“I was just dancing. I asked you if wanted to and you said no, so-“ and in less than a second, Miguel’s pulled you over his shoulder and is carrying you into the house.

You laugh hysterically, kicking your feet, calling out his name and telling him to put you down. Oh, he was mad. You were laughing, but none of this was funny to Miguel.

“o, bueno, entonce baile con un cabron, right?”His voice starts to raise and his blood begins to boil as he walks through the front door and makes way to y’all’s bedroom.

He throws you onto your bed, your body bouncing on the softness of the comforter as you let out some giddy chuckles.

“Jealous?” You smirk, having a little too much fun with this.

“You think this is funny? Cuz’ I don’t.” His lips don’t curl even a bit, which meant you were in for it. You watch him start to unbuckle his pants, biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together.

Just when he was gonna pull down his slacks and briefs, you gasp when he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you open. He basically rips your panties off to find that you’re already starting to drip. “Puta madre, you’re so needy…” he hisses under his breath while he pulls down his briefs, revealing his own dripping, hard mess. He goes to pump himself, inches away from your heat. Watching him fuck his own hand so close to your entrance, you needed some type of relief, so you reach for your clit, but Miguel is quick to catch it and hold it above your head, pinning your other hand shortly after, “Nuh uh, you don’t get to do that. Not tonight, baby.”

His vice on your wrist is tight, making you squirm under him while he thrusts into his one hand, your wrists pinned against the pillow in the other.

His breathing picks up as he edges to his climax, the squelching of his pre-cum in his hand ringing in your ears. He purposefully moans and whimpers into the shell of your ear, putting you through absolute torture. “You don’t like it, do you? Not getting what’s yours? Huh?” He breathlessly speaks between each pound into his fist, your moans becoming more desperate. You can feel yourself clench around nothing, your body weeping for his fat cock.

“Mig, please, pleaseeeee… not fairrrrr,” you beg, wriggling under his grasp, his belly grazing yours every time you arch your back. You had your legs wrapped around his waist and any time you tried lifting your cunt closer to his dick, he’d pull away so you wouldn’t reach, and you’d whine in defeat.

“Not fair? Dancing with some idiot when I told you to wait ‘til we get home isn’t fair.” He growled. With a small whimper, he did one last, slow thrust into his hand before he could combust, edging himself because he wasn’t gonna let you have the pleasure of having his come all over your stomach. Not yet.

He lets go of your hands and positions himself on his knees, moving closer to your leaking cunt. Getting hot, he unbuttons his top and throws it across your shared bedroom, unveiling his now glistening dad bod. You thought you could come just from the sight.

“Fuck, had you not acted up, I’d be devouring this… mierda…” his mouth waters from how wet you were, but he had to stand on business. You flinched when you feel one of his thick fingers drag along your folds, from the bottom to top. When his middle finger meets your pulsing clit, he draws small circles on it, making you whine, “Miguel! Please, I’m sorryyyy, pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

Your eyes are wide shut and your mouth completely open when he starts quickly shaking his forefingers against your clit, your juices flying and falling onto his lap. Miguel takes your moans as indications that you’re close, so just when you’re about to come,

He stops.

You literally cry when he pulls away his hand, a smirk growing on his face, “Mig, I- please, I can’t- I can’t, I’m sorryyy,” you plead for his fat cock, which is practically hovering over your aching heat.

He lowers himself to you, his hands gripping onto the softness of your waist. This allows you to feel his length against your pelvic bone, twitching and wet.

“Sorry for what?” He glares down at you, waiting for your reply.

“Sorry for being mean… just wanted to dance with my man, is all,” you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his forehead to yours.

“I won’t do it again, I promise. Please, fuck me?” Your eyes wide with innocence and pleas, you push over Miguel’s heart. You play with his chest hair as he scans your body, thinking if he should accept your apology.

“Coño… such a brat. I’ve spoiled you, you know that?” His voice softens, lining himself up with your hips.

“Because you love me!” You baby talk back to him, batting your lashes at him knowing you’re finally gonna get what you wanted.

“I do. Too much.” Is what he breaths out before rooting a hot, tongued kiss. He groans into your mouth when he starts grinding his cock against your folds, with the addition of your hand pulling on his curly locks on the back of his head.

He pulls away, a string of saliva breaking as he looks down to guide his puffy tip to your entrance. He brings his lips to your ear again and as he slides his dick in, he simultaneously grunts in your ear, “Don’t ever do that again.”

Giving you no time to adjust, he pounds your pussy into tomorrow. The room full with your pornographic moans as well as Miguel’s, the lewd squelching, and the bed creaking. If he went any harder, he’d break it.

Miguel has your legs pushed against your chest now, putting you in a panting mess. He bunched up your dress so that your skirt was up to your midriff and the neckline sat right below your bouncing tits. The way his tip meets your spot every time had you seeing stars and yelping high-pitched gibberish. His happy trail and lower belly slapping against your clit was the cherry on top of everything.

After groaning in your ear, Miguel whispers again, “Am I still an old man, Beba? Huh?” His lip curls as he watches you go dumb from his cock.

You didn’t even bother answering him because all you could think about was how good he was filling you.

He slaps your ass and this snaps some sense into you, somewhat bringing your gaze to his. “Answer me, baby.”

Your voice shakes from the rigor of his thrusts, but you still manage a, “N-no, baby… no…” While you were somewhat right, Miguel was still technically older than you, but that didn’t stop him from fucking you like a horny college boy. The man knew how to fuck and make you come.

“That’s right, mama… fuuck…” Miguel lets a couple more groans out, his ability to be so vocal helping the coil in your stomach unfurl.

“Baby, I’m- I’m gonna c- I’m gonna come…” you barely get it out in a whisper.

Miguel slaps your ass again, “louder.”

“I’m gonna come!” You cry out, your climax about to explode, but Miguel feels you clench.

“ay, diablo… you liked that, didn’t you? Squeezing me s’good…” he slaps your ass one more time before you let out a series of ‘yes’, your hips stuttering against his.

Miguel drags out his own high, slowly pumping in and out of you as he groans into your ear, “Mmmfuckkkk mami…”

He pulls out slowly as to not hurt you, his juices mixed with yours, eventually leaking out. After telling you how good you were and placing a loving kiss to your cheek, He grabbed some tissues on the night stand and cleaned you both up.

“Hey, I really am sorry about earlier. I feel bad for how I acted.” You finally catch your breath, speaking sweetly to Miguel who was changing into a clean set of boxers. He had put you in one of his t-shirts that fits oversized and grabbed a pair of panties for you.

Miguel insists on getting you everything and doing everything for you. When he said he spoiled you, he meant it. He took off your dress and dressed you, he wiped your face with toner, got you some water, everything. You were his queen.

“Mamita, please, I should be sorry for not dancing with you.” He coddled you, pulling you to his chest. No bed sheet or pillow could compare to his soft stomach. “Well, still, I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” You look up at him from his chest and he looks down at you, his hand rubbing your back underneath your shirt.

He lets out a soft chuckle, “It’s alright, mama. Besides,” he turns over to his side, making you two face each other and he whispers, “I can just fuck the attitude out of you.”

“Hey!” You slap his shoulder while he lets out a velvety laugh.

Even though the space between y’all is minimal, it is still too far for Miguel’s liking, so he wraps you in his burly arms, your leg instinctively slinking over his waist. His laughter dies down, your own giggling coming to a stop, and he just whispers, “You know I love you, right? So much, it’s crazy.” Which makes you smile like an idiot, so you roll your eyes.

“I love you, too, viejito.” Now it was Miguel’s turn to scowl and you laugh.

But his expression melts when you kiss his nose as a quick save. Not enough, Miguel cups your face for a full kiss. It was a less passionate kiss, but a long, loving one, putting the perfect seal to an incredibly romantic and intimate moment.

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soapsbaby · 11 months

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Miguel O'Hara Headcanons

Summary: I just have some ungodly thoughts after watching Across the Spider-Verse and I need to share. Enjoy!

Characters: Miguel O'Hara x reader Rating: nsfw Warnings / Themes: Fangs and biting, Domination, Praise kink, humiliation Word count: 600ish

There is no other way to put this, this man is an absolute menace. He knows exactly what you can take and whenever the possibility arises he will push you right to that line.

He is a brat tamer. He secretly loves when you defy him because it means he gets to put you back into your place and be rough with you “as a punishment”. Whatever it takes to put you back in line, he’ll do. He’s a big fan of slapping and spanking you, but if you piss him off enough he’s also not beyond edging and or overstimulating you until you feel like you’ll pass out.

He knows the obsession you have with his fangs and he’s not afraid to use them on you. He loves dragging them across your skin, leaving marks. Sometimes he’ll even lightly bite you, only enough to slightly draw blood. It’s one of his favorite things to see you squirm under the sharp pain.

He loves marking you up, making sure everyone knows who you belong to. He doesn’t have an ounce of shame in his body when it comes to other people knowing the things he does to you.

He can’t ever keep his mouth shut and will absolutely talk you through it. Yes, good girl, there you go, making me feel so good. See, I knew you could take it. Told you you could.

Has a huge thing for the noises you makes when he fucks you and will go extra hard to make sure he gets you to whimper. If you dare try to cover your mouth with your hands he will pull them off and hold them above your head.

His job is exhausting and he will routinely use you to fuck his frustrations out on. You never mind.

He is strong so he can pick you up and fuck you against whichever surface he pleases and push you into whichever position he needs you in.

He loves eating you out but you better be prepared. He won’t stop until you can’t even remember your own name anymore. One orgasm isn’t anywhere near enough for him. He loves how wet and overstimulated you get after a few ones and how whiny you are when he then finally fucks you.

He has a major primal kink. He loves the thrill of hunting you down and then fucking you wherever he finds you. He loves feeling how quickly your heart beats when he grabs you and holds you down.

He will alway check in with you if he has even the slightest suspicion that anything is going over your limits. Even if it’s just a quick “are you with me, Baby?”. Unless you are enthusiastically submitting to him he won’t do anything to you.

He is the absolute best at aftercare. He will do whatever it takes to make sure you are taken care of physically, but even more so emotionally. He will hold you for as long as you need and make sure you feel listened to. He will literally carry you around in his arms if that is what it takes for you to be happy.

#i need to actually write fics again waaahahhhhh #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #ari writes #this is super low effort i'm sorry i'm just full on feral rn

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st4rymoon · 8 months

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🕷️𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🕷️

This will be my first time writing for kinktober, hope you all enjoy <3

⭐︎ List created by me <3 I’ll be adding onto the list if I think of others! By the way new character will be in the works!

1. Best-friend - Poe Dameron x reader (published)

2. Gamer bf/on call - Miguel O’Hara x reader

3. Halloween party - Jake Lockley x reader

4. Edging - Marc Spector x reader

5. Cock warming - Loki x reader

6. Choking - Blue Jones x reader

7. Predator x pray game - Miguel O’Hara x reader

8. Dads best friend - Joel Miller x reader

9. Corruption kink - Raymond Leon x reader

10. Breeding kink - Steven Grant x reader

11. Fingering/Sub - Jake Lockley x reader

12. Size kink - Bucky Barns x reader

13. Creampie - Steven Grant x reader

14. Temp play (ice cubes) - Miguel O’Hara x reader

15. Bondage - Santiago Garcia x reader

16. Praise kink - Joel Miller x Reader

17. Impact play - Poe Dameron x reader

18. Overstimulation - Jonathan Levy x reader

19. Dumbification - Miguel O’Hara x reader

20. Mile high club - Poe Dameron x reader

21. Tutor - Miguel O’Hara x reader

22. Phone sex! - Steven Grant x reader

23. Pussy! Fiend - Bucky Barns x reader

24. Sex! Toys - Poe Dameron x reader

25. Academic rivals - Miguel O’Hara x reader

26. Touched starved - Poe Dameron x reader

27. Cam girl - Steven grant x Reader

28. Car sex! - Jonathan Levy x reader

29. Riding! - Steven grant x reader

30. Brat tamer - Loki x reader

31. Rough sex - Joel Miller x reader

#kinktober #coming soon #miguel ohara #Bucky barns #Loki #Steven grant #poe Dameron #joel miller #Santiago Garcia #blue jones #Marc Spector #jake lockley

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gangrenados · 10 months

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i JUST watched ATSV and omg MIGUELLLLLL, that clip where hes whispering in miguel's ear just saying the most hurtful things DID something to me lol -🧚🏼‍♀️

SAMEEEEEE ohhh let the whore hours begin, lmao I got carried away

•Do I think Miguel would be into degrading? Yes, I do.

•This man can be mean sometimes, mean and rough and he would pound at you mercilessly as he tells you how good you're taking him.

•He got mad brat tamer vibesss

"Now we're not so feisty are we? Tienes suerte de ser una buena puta." He whispers in your ear, gracing his fangs into your ear gently as the grip he got on your throat tightens a bit.

•Miguel it's a control freak so I bet he's into punishments lol.

•Miguel got stamina for days, so he can keep going without breaking a sweat, besides he's so mean he would overstimulate you till you can't take it anymore.

•Don't get me wrong, he can be sweet when the time is right.

•Slow and intimate sex can make his heart race as well, he loves your sweet touch and how at home and loved you can make him feel.

•Is it me or he got the face of a man who knows how to eat pussy? Lmaooo, no doubts he would ask you to sit on on his face at some point.

•BREEDING KINK, loves seeing his cum drip down your cunt.

•I bet he's into marking, hickeys and bites (when it comes to these you're the one giving them cuz I doubt you wanna get paralyzed with his venom lol)

•Miguel might have some kinky things, but honestly I feel like he would love the simplicity of vanilla sex.

•Aside form a boner, another way to know if these man is horny is if the claws come out.

•Aftercare it's sweet, he doesn't talk much tbh, but Miguel is attentive towards your needs.

•Well, that's it if you guy are dating lol, cuz if it's just one night stand mf is cold and just leave without looking back 💀

#i have thots y'all i have thots #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #atspv x reader #atspv imagine

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beskarandblasters · 9 months

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I Can See You

Brat Tamer!Din Djarin x Brat!Reader

Inspired by I Can See You by Taylor Swift

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Author's note: Shout out to @proxima-writes, she has two fics inspired by I Can See You, one for Miguel O'Hara from Across the Spiderverse and one for Javier Peña. Y'all should definitely check them out! 🥰

Summary: You joined Greef Karga's bounty hunting guild roughly six months ago and ever since then you’ve been intrigued by a certain Mandalorian. But it seems like he avoids at all costs and Karga’s got a policy that member of the guild can’t get romantically involved. You’re determined to find out out if he’s shy but you quickly learn that that’s not the case.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: canon divergent, no use of y/n, no one knows Din's name, reader is a little bold and persistent (and also a brat), Din can be kinda mean, reader is able-bodied, Din can pick reader up, fingering, hair pulling, teasing/edging, orgasm denial, semi public sex (in the cantina refresher), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation kinda

You joined Greef Karga’s bounty hunting guild roughly six months ago. And since then you’ve quickly learned that a certain bounty hunter is just as elusive as he is intriguing; the Mandalorian. No one knows his name; they just call him Mando. And you’ve made it your mission to learn more about him.

It’s another typical day at the guild. You haven’t seen Mando in a few days but that’s normal when Karga’s given him a bounty. It never takes him that long. You exit the refresher and walk down the hallway. And to your delight, Mando’s headed your way. Your mind short circuits and you can’t think of anything to say. You open your mouth but nothing comes out. But his visor doesn’t even glance in your direction.He brushes past you without saying a word, enters the refresher and closes the door behind him. So much for an interaction.

You exit the hallway and head back into the cantina. It’s busy today, packed with people of all different species. And of course, Karga’s sitting at his designated booth with members of his “inner circle”. You look past them and see Dextra, another bounty hunter you’ve grown friendly with, across the room. You’ve always wanted to ask her about Mando though you’ve been too shy to bring him up. You weave in and out throughout the crowded cantina and head over to her booth. You sit down across from her, place your hands on the table and immediately ask, “So what’s Mando’s deal?”

“Well hello to you, too,” she teases.

You laugh and ask again, “Well? What’s up with him?”

“Stoic Mandalorian, no one knows his name, been a member of the guild for ages. What else is there to know?”

“Is he… seeing anyone?”

She lets out a deep laugh, like a full on belly laugh. That was probably a stupid question but come on, you don’t know anything about this guy.

“You think that wall of beskar is seeing anyone? No, he’s not. And so many girls here have tried to get with them and all he does is rebuff them. Me included.”

Your eyebrows raise in shock, “And you didn’t think to tell me this?”

“There was no point. Karga doesn’t like any member of the guild getting together anyway.”

You fold your arms and lean back in the booth.

Mando’s the reason he has that stupid policy,” she continues.

Your eyebrows raise. “Oh really?”

“Mhm. Created too much competition. The girls throwing themselves at him made the other guys extremely jealous. One girl was even crazy enough to try and go after the same bounty as Mando just to get close to him.”

“Yikes.”

“Yup.”

“Well… I’m still gonna try,” you start but you see one of her eyebrows raise in suspicion, “But not like that,” you quickly reassure her.

“You’re just gonna piss Karga off.”

“That just sounds like fun.”

“I can’t control you, girl,” she sighs.

You hear the door to the cantina slide open. Both of you look over and see Mando disappearing through the doorway, bounty puck in hand.

“Oof, better luck next time,” Dextra laughs.

You sigh and lean back against the booth, closing your eyes. Who knows when “next time” will be?

Two weeks have passed since you’ve seen Mando at the guild. Whatever bounty Karga gave him had him gone for a while. You thought maybe he was just at the guild but you asked around and everyone told you he’d been gone for a while. They also seemed to be intrigued as to why you’re so fixated on him but that’s beside the point.

You sigh and step out of the refresher in the guild, yet again walking directly into none other than Mando himself.

Something comes over you. You’re never this bold and confident, only when it comes to bounty hunting, not going after someone you want. The tips of your ears go hot, your palms become slick with sweat, you can feel your legs shaking ever so slightly underneath you. You’re nervous. But you power through, placing your hand on his chest plate and gazing up at his visor.

“What are you-” he starts but you cut him off.

“Making the first move.”

“Don’t,” he says sternly, placing both hands on your shoulders and physically moving you out of the way before stepping into the refresher and closing the door behind him.

Maybe he’s just shy? But nevertheless you’re shot down again.

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. But it’s fine. It’s fine. No one saw that. You avert your gaze to the floor and walk away, exiting the guild and stepping out onto the street.

There’s always next time.

Another week passes and you see him at the guild again. This time he’s sitting at Karga’s booth in the center of the room and you’re standing at the bar. You tilt your head in their direction, trying to hear at least a little bit of what they’re talking about. But that’s when you realize his vizor isn’t fixating on Karga. You follow his gaze and realize that he’s looking directly at your ass as you lean against the bar. And he wants to pretend like he doesn’t want you?

You see him rise from the booth and head to the refresher again. And that’s when you decide you’re pinning him down for real this time. You lean against the wall beside the door to the refresher and wait. Is this a little creepy? Yes, a little. But he was staring at your ass in a crowded cantina and being pretty obvious about it. Maybe you two are made for each other.

The door slides open and he steps out. Even though you can’t see his face you can tell by his body language that he’s surprised to see you.

“I saw that,” you say nonchalantly.

“Saw what?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

He lets out a sigh.

“Karga doesn’t have to know,” you continue.

He takes a step towards you. Your back rests against the wall. He rests his arm above you on the wall and brings his helmet right by your face.

“And you think doing this here at the guild is a smart idea?” he says, words coming out in a low, modulated tone.

“Not if we keep quiet.”

“You’ll have a tough time staying quiet.”

Before you can come up with a snarky response he pulls you by your arm into the refresher. The door closes behind you two and he brings his helmet besides your ear and asks, “What exactly are you trying to do? Get me in trouble?”

“I didn’t realize it was a crime to want you,” you shrug, looking to get under his skin.

“You’re gonna regret that by the time I’m done with you,” he says, hands pulling at the waistband of your pants.

“Off. Now,” he says gruffly.

You do as you're told and take off your pants, kicking off your shoes in the process, not even caring that this is happening in a dirty cantina refresher because you’re so turned on.

“Over the sink,” he orders.

You walk over to the sink and bend over, resting your arms on each side of it and stand on your tiptoes in anticipation. He brings a gloved finger to your went cunt, running it up and down your entrance slowly.

“I bet you’re just dying for this,” he teases.

“Mhm,” you nod, staring at him in the mirror.

“Too bad, you’re going to have to wait,” he says, mocking you slightly, “You need to be put in your place for acting like this,” he continues.

He plunges a finger inside you. You immediately moan at the sensation but before you can even enjoy it for a second he pulls out.

“I said, be quiet.”

“O-okay,” you whisper shakily, dying for more but also loving how dominant he’s being.

He returns his finger inside you slowly. You do your best to keep quiet as he works your walls, taking pleasure in watching you try to obey him. He slides another finger in without warning and you cry out. Immediately he stops moving them and says, “What did I just say?”

“I’ll be quiet, I swear,” you choke out.

He curls his fingers against your g-spot and between the motion of his fingers and just how large they are, you know you’re not going to last long. But he can sense you’re getting close and he removes his fingers again.

“Come on, that was just mean!” you cry out.

He lets out a low chuckle before replacing his fingers.

“You have to tell me when you’re going to cum. And you have to ask for permission.”

Watching him in the mirror taking complete control over you drives you crazy but in a good way. So much for the shy guy you thought he was. Turns out this insanely hot and dominant man was hiding under the stoic personality and beskar armor this whole time.

“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth.

He curls his fingers inside you while you do your best to keep quiet. But it’s hard. You feel yourself arrive at the brink of orgasm, the tingly feeling in your core intensifying.

Not wanting him to take away his fingers again you blurt out, “Please. Please, can I cum?”

“Cum on my fingers,” he commands.

Your orgasm washes over you and you do your best to keep quiet. But it’s impossible. You let out a moan involuntarily and Din responds by grabbing your hair and pulling you upright against him. You whimper at his grip on your hair and look in the mirror at the way he’s holding you.

“What. Did. I. Say.” he says, most likely through gritted teeth under the helmet.

“I can’t help it,” you whine.

“You’re gonna have to,” he says mockingly, “This is what you wanted. You want me so bad? You stay quiet,” he finishes with one last tug on your hair.

He spins you around and pulls his cock out. He slathers it with your wetness from his hand before picking you up by hooking his arms around your thighs. He pins you against the wall and brings you down onto his cock. You cry out at the newfound length and girth inside you. He fucks you hard and relentlessly. All of a sudden not caring about how loud you are, but taking pride in how much of a mess you’re becoming. He drives his length deeper into you as you’re restrained against the wall. With one last slam of his hips, you’re coming around him. Your walls flutter around his cock and the muscles in your core contract and release erratically. Your release seeps all the way down to his flight suit, leaving it soaked. And as you’re coming, he still fucks you through it, not even close to be finished yet. His cock is still rock hard and still pumping in and out of you. It goes to borderline overstimulation by the time he’s finished. He paints your insides with warm ropes of cum before pulling out and setting you back down on the floor.

“Hmm you didn’t seem to care how loud I was that time,” you tease. You can’t help it.

He steps towards you and rests his arm on the wall above your head again and says, “Maybe we’ll have to go back to my ship where you can be as loud as you want.”

“Right now?” you ask.

“Mhm.”

Your brain short circuits at the prospect of round two, unable to form a complete sentence at first.

“O-okay.”

“I’ll leave first. You wait a little bit and then follow me. My ship’s out in the lava flats.”

You nod and he puts his cock away before stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him.

You go to put your pants back on but you stop when you hear Karga’s boisterous voice booming at the end of the hallway.

“Seems like we need to have a little chat, Mando.”

Kriff.

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