I'm so feral for Miguel and I have monster fucker brainrot
Reader that has some tentacle power ande Miguel has some extremely horny thoughts about them
One night , reader goes to check on Miguel bc he was late and he was never late for their patrols and he sees Miguel desperately fucking himself with a tentacle dildo and moaning readers name.
Reader offers help and Miguel gets his fantasy of getting filled with tentacles and getting fucked by the reader fulfilled
fulfilled fantasies
一 pairing; miguel o'hara x symbiote!m!reader
note: hi anon, i've been wanting to do something with a symbiote and i hope you don't mind i experimented with it through this request. it was fun to write!
cw: bottom!miguel, monsterfucking, tentacles/symbiote tendrils, unprotected anal, toys, slight dacryphilia.
word count: 1.4k
revealing your power to him, you thought you would scare him away, but it did the complete opposite to miguel. his thoughts began to wander whenever you were around him, mainly when you would openly use your ability during a mission or when you were working together. he vividly remembers wanting a cup of coffee and you extended your arm out, and the symbiote that was bound to you mindlessly made the coffee for him as you focused on the work you had at hand.
it flustered him, but the uncontrollable thoughts he’d get made it unbearable to be around you. what made it worse was that the spandex suit he wore all the time did not make it any easier for him, as it wrapped tightly around his bulge. during missions, he would get lost in thought as you fought and easily defeated the threats at hand. the way your tentacles would wrap around the individual and how much control you had over them made him envious, as he wanted to feel you all around him. like a predator with its prey, unable to move and forced to submit to your control.
out of pure desperation, he ordered toys in an attempt to get his fix. he acknowledged it was not the same, and he thought about you every time he used it on himself. as perverted as it already was, he decided to look through the cameras from patrols you would do together when you would use them. it was enough to make him come, but the way he craved for you made his need grow stronger but knew he could not do anything about his fantasy.
one particular night, miguel got caught up and forgot that you both had patrol. you shook your head and looked down at your watch, reading the time to realize he was almost half an hour late. you didn’t realize time had gone by so quickly and it worried you because miguel was never late for your patrols, as he prioritized the well-being of others more than anything else. you messed with your travel watch in an attempt to contact him but there was no answer, so you checked his location and he was in his office. you found it odd and your thoughts began to jump to conclusions that you didn’t like, encouraging you to go back to the base to check up on him.
when you arrived at the base, you began to dread what you may find when you enter his office. “miguel?” you called out as you jumped from pillar to pillar to get onto his platform but to your surprise, he wasn’t there. you checked your travel watch once again to see where he was until you heard soft moans coming from a nearby room. the hairs on the back of your neck stood when you realized that was miguel and you jumped down to find that room, intently listening to the sounds he made.
“ah mierda, please use me!” he moaned on the other side of this particular door and you were frightened, not wanting to walk in on him having sex with someone else that wasn’t you. he countered those thoughts when you heard your name, eyes widening as you opened the door just enough to get a peek inside. there he was, the leader of the spider society, on all fours with a machine that was fucking him from behind with a screen that had your recordings on it. the way he was desperately touching himself while increasing the pace of the machine made your heart flutter and your cock tighten in your suit.
“you’re into them that much?” you piped up as you leaned against the door frame with your arms crossed, opening the door to expose the tentacles that surrounded you.
“wh– oh my fuck, i am so sorry–” he frantically apologized and you closed the door behind you, locking it so no one could walk in.
“sorry for?” you took a step closer towards him as one of the tentacles made its way to miguel, lifting up his chin while the others made their way to various areas of pleasure.
miguel heaves at the contact of one on his cock as it began to wrap itself around him, causing him to tremble with every touch. his face was flushed and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, you were enjoying this scenery bestowed upon you.
“open,” you ordered and he complied, his jaw slack for the other to use. you moaned at the contact as you could feel pleasure through the endings of each one, making it a blessing yet a curse. miguel sucked on it with such pride and pleasure, surprisingly taking it better than you thought he would. in an attempt to express his gratitude, he began to moan your name but every space in his mouth was filled. he was only able to mumble, which sent vibrations to the tentacle from his throat, causing you to jump from the sensations.
you bent down to his level, grabbing his jaw with your hand to make him look back up at you. “what do you want? tell me,” the tentacle swiftly left his mouth, giving him a chance to speak. he whined and was obviously shy, unable to get the words out of him. “you shy? it’s too late to go back now, look at yourself” whispering it in his ear, you felt him melt under your touch and gave him an encouraging look to speak up for himself.
“fuck me. i want all of it inside me, as much as you can fill me with. please,” he begged and you chuckled, nodding your head. “if that’s what you want,” you tapped on the emblem on your chest to discard the suit, exposing your muscles underneath. miguel gasped and watched your every move, admiring your body and especially your hardened cock that slapped against your stomach. you pushed him down onto his back, positioning yourself as you took control and let the tentacles wander. you slowly slipped inside of him as the others began to wrap around his limbs, targeting his most vulnerable areas. a loud moan slipped out of miguel, and you hushed him by stuffing his mouth, not wanting to get caught with the sight of both of you like this.
your hips began to move involuntarily, as the symbiote took control of your body and did most of the work for you. miguel was a mess, tears ran down his face as you penetrated him in ways that he always wanted to. one after another, more of the tentacles began to penetrate him until he was screaming against you to stop from how much it hurt. knowing that you were hurting him and hearing his cries satisfied you, getting off to the torture he was enduring.
you wished you could stay in this moment, having miguel pinned underneath you, as you fucked him relentlessly and abusing his body with the fantasy he always craved from you. how can a leader and a strong man like him be trapped beneath you, losing himself because of tentacles wrapped around his body? each thrust was like torture for him; when you looked down, you could see a huge bulge forming in his stomach.
miguel couldn’t do anything but cry, knowing that fighting back wasn’t going to help. feeling helpless and used, yes, that’s what he liked. that is what he’d been wanting ever since you showed this side of yourself and his cravings only got stronger over time and now he’s gotten what he wants.
after a few more thrusts, you felt yourself nearing your climax as the pressure from the tendrils and his walls only tightened around you. “miguel… i can’t hold it any longer,” you mumbled and his eyes widened, attempting to push your hips away. however, you caved into your desires and filled him up with your cum. you could not stop, that was part of the ability. you had so much to release and the tentacle in his mouth filled his throat, forcing him to swallow all of it. the floor was painted with your cum, while miguel’s coated his stomach along with a tentacle that was wrapped around him a moment ago.
the tendrils had retracted from his body, leaving miguel on the floor and unable to move from what you’ve done. he flashed you a smile, then covered his face in embarrassment. “did you get your fix?” you teased before playfully slapping his chest as you sat there in defeat, taking a look around and realizing how much you had to clean up.
“yes… the real thing was better…” he slowly sat up and pulled your face closer to his, your lips only inches away from one another. your breath hitched in your throat, as you felt his fangs lightly graze your lips. “let’s skip patrol, yeah?” he whispered against you and pressed your lips together, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you down with him.
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hi ive never requested anything b4 but oh my god i am in love with your bottom!miguel writing. anything to do with marking n getting caught and also maybe if he gets overstimulated and cries,,, but i also just love your writing and would be ecstatic with whatever (: 🦇!
caught in the act
一 pairing; miguel o'hara x male reader
note: hi! i'm flattered, that means a lot to me you have no idea ‹𝟹. added a little twist at the end, i hope you like it!
cw: voyeurism/exhibitionism, caught in the act, bottom!sub!miguel, top!dom!reader, some orgasm denial, rough sex.
“shh, be quiet mi amor... you don’t want us getting caught do you?” you teasingly whispered into his ear, as the sounds of skin slapping filled the air along with miguel’s moans that he can’t seem to contain. each thrust fueled the feeling that was pooling in his stomach, knowing that his climax was close and each time you took that privilege from him to come. he was overstimulated, practically begging for release but toying with him is far better entertainment.
“fuck! please, sir let me come i can’t do this anymore!” he mewled, tears quickly streaming down from his eyes. the sight of him so desperate for you only did wonders, as you felt yourself nearing your climax as well. seeing him cry and beg for more made you feel like you had power over him, especially since he had such an important role in the spider society. everyone looked up to him as a great leader, which he is, but no one could ever imagine the sight of him like this.
you buried your face into his neck, continuing your mind-numbing thrusts as your teeth began to nip at his soft flesh. miguel gasped at the contact, letting out a moan louder than what he’s previously done. you quickly placed your hand on his mouth, stifling the rest to keep him contained. each bite and suck you made on his skin made him tremble, enjoying the feeling of being marked up by you. it was easy to cover it up due to your suits but you wanted more, you wanted everyone to know what you’ve done together. you placed the love bites higher up into his neck, especially right by his ear where he’s most sensitive. he bucked his hips up against you, emitting a soft groan from you. you pinned his hips back down as you mercilessly fucked into him, your thrusts becoming more belligerent with each movement. miguel clutched onto your back, his claws desperately clinging onto whatever surface he could. you hissed at each scratch, forgetting that he doesn’t know how to have proper control of his claws.
“please… please! sir, i need more. i’m begging you, i’ve been good– ah!” you chuckled at his pathetic pleas as you placed your hand on his cock, gently brushing past his slit. not even your hand could suppress the moan that escape through and you shook your head, “if you don’t care about anyone stumbling in here, then so be it”. you fastened your pace as you worked on his cock, overstimulating him further with each touch. he continued to cry, if not, more and that action encouraged you even further to continue. you watched him as he arched his back, the bulge in his stomach becoming more prominent. a soft moan escaped your lips as you watched him unfold beneath you, fully submitting himself to your control and all he could do was pathetically moan while mumbling incoherent rambles.
miguel’s moans come to a halt as you both detect footsteps advancing toward your direction, immediately sitting up only for you to slam him back down onto the table. “it’s too late now,” you cooed as you entered him again, a groan slipping from his lips. the force on his hips kept him pinned, no matter how hard he tried to budge he couldn’t escape your grasp. panic filled his mind but as you began to fasten your pace, his mind slipped away from his worries. he fought the feeling, he was scared for someone to stumble in and catch you both in the act but he couldn’t resist the feeling of having you inside of him. as the footsteps grew nearer, your excitement grew along with it and you felt yourself nearing your climax. you took a glance at miguel and just by his body language, you knew he was getting close as well.
“c’mon baby, don’t be shy now.. you’ve been wanting this remember?” you encouraged him and he whined, throwing his head back against the desk as you both came together in synchrony. loud moans along with a mix of each other’s names filled the atmosphere and miguel completely covered your hand with his cum, unable to stop his orgasm just yet.
how perfect timing.
ben walked into the office with the sight of you both on the table. “hey fellas, i– oh shit,” he quickly stopped in his tracks, processing the sight in front of him, and was unable to look away as he watched miguel become undone underneath you.
“hey.. look at your leader now” you forced miguel to look at him and miguel groaned, staring at the other. ben was speechless, but you knew he enjoyed it as you noticed the tent that grew in his suit.
you placed a kiss against miguel’s lips as you snapped your hips into him once again, a whine escaping from his mouth. “i think we could put on a show for him, yeah?” you teased and miguel looked at ben, who was clearly flustered with the situation.
“sit down and watch” you pointed to a nearby seat and he quickly followed your orders.
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