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casuallyawkardd · 10 months

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Close Encounters of the Spiderkind

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Single Mother!Reader

Summary: When reader refuses to go on a mission, Miguel decides to pay a home visit to figure out why

Warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR ATSV! fluff, slight hurt/comfort and angst if you squint hard enough, Miguel is a softie around kids, it’s giving slow burn/platonic vibes, not fluent in Spanish so feel free to correct my wording/punctuation

A/N: This is kind of my way of dipping my toes back into the world of fanfiction writing, if ya’ll end up liking it I was planning on making it a little series of sorts. Not necessarily a multipart story, rather just little moments following the same general characters. I took the liberty of assigning a gender and name to the reader’s daughter since that sounded like it’d be easier in terms of writing, the rest is still like any Y/N story. Reader is also a spider person, but I’m not married to the idea for future oneshots? Drabbles? I don’t know what you kids call them nowadays...

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It had only been a couple months since you had joined Spider-Society and, while you were still trying to find your footing, things were going a lot better than expected. There was a comradery with being around other people with the same abilities, who had experienced the same losses, victories and all that came with wearing the mask. You had found some good friends among the other Spiders, particularly with Peter B and Jess, as there was a common ground there that you had yet to share with them; something that the three of you had in common.

That commonality was currently asleep in the other room, your daughter Vada. For once, it had been a day where the radios were quiet. No calls from HQ to go on missions, no worrying chatter on the police radios, so you had taken the day to spend time with your daughter. The three year old was going through a phase where she was having nightmares almost every night, so the day was spent at home relaxing. From watching movies, to cooking meals together, Vada had been your little shadow all day and you had enjoyed every second of it. While your toddler had tuckered herself out, you were restless, curled up on the couch watching TV at a low enough volume that only you could hear, thanks to your heightened senses. It may have been almost midnight, but that was still considered an early night for you. Used to the regime of patrolling until early in the morning and crawling into bed to get a few hours asleep before Vada came in to ask for her breakfast. Just as you were starting to feel the pull of sleep on your eyelids, letting the quiet calm sink into your bones, the moment was then yanked from you. When the beeping started the first time, you had acted on instinct to silence the noise. Your hand practically slapped the Gizmo on your wrist, the same Gizmo given to you by Miguel when you had joined his Spider-Society. Ugh, Miguel. It was a damn shame that such a pretty face was wasted on a sourpuss like him. While being the leader of an elite group of Spider-People sounded like no easy task, there were times the man definitely took it too seriously. Sure, he had a great work ethic and was a respectable leader, but that all came with the downside that you couldn’t stand being around him for more than five minutes. You two hadn’t gotten off on the right foot and it seemed like he wouldn’t let you live that down. Ever the stern, cold-hearted leader, barking orders and chewing your ass out if something went wrong. He hardly ever smiled and when he did it was condescending, almost smug as he questioned just how intelligent you actually were. A waste of a pretty face indeed.

That pretty face came to mind when you looked down at your Gizmo, which was beeping once more, finally processing that it was Miguel who was trying to contact you. Shit.

“Hello?” your voice is quiet, wary as you answer him finally; trying to keep quiet for the toddler sleeping in the other room. Also because of the worry that you’ve pissed him off once again.

“Why aren’t you answering?” his voice cuts through the silence, monotone and firm. “An anomaly was detected on Earth-616, go take care of it. Ben Reilly and Peter Parker from Earth-13122 are already en route.”

“I....can’t,” you cringe as the word leaves your mouth. The pregnant pause that follows feels like an eternity.

“What do you mean you ‘can’t’?” He spits the word back at you, like you offended him with just the one syllable. More silence follows, Miguel waiting for your answer and you not knowing what to say. “...Is something wrong?”

“I have to go,” you end the call, not even registering the concern that had slid its way into his tone. With a heavy sigh, you lay your head against the back of the couch, regretting how you handled the situation, but thankful it was dealt with. That is until the familiar sound of a portal opening and closing disturbs your precious quiet once more.

It makes you almost jump out of your skin, physically lurching off the couch, the warm hues from the light of the portal filling your living room and disappearing as quickly as they came. In their place is Miguel, clad in his spidersuit from head to toe. A wave of emotions goes through you, the look of shock, confusion and anger crossing your face in less than a second. He doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet, glancing around the space and disengaging his mask when he doesn’t register any immediate threats.

“What are you doing here!?” it takes all you have not to shout the words at him, instead resorting to a sort of hiss to keep your voice down. Miguel doesn’t seem to take the hint.

“This is why you couldn’t come? Because you’re too busy lounging around and watching trash TV?” he isn’t shouting per se, rather his tone makes him sound louder. That and the quiet of your apartment probably amplified his voice even more. “I know the weight of keeping the multiverse intact might go over your head, but the least you could do is be there for your teammates. I don’t allow slackers in my-” “Shh!” you’re moving towards him without even realizing, motherly instinct telling you to silence the noise that dared try to wake your daughter. Your hand reaches to cover his loud mouth and Miguel takes a step back to avoid your touch, the frustration reflecting in his eyes turning into red, hot anger.

“Did you just ‘shh’ me!?” he sounds as if he’s in disbelief, his voice now actually rising in volume. You stumble over your words, trying to apologize and explain yourself all at once. Now it’s his turn to step towards you, his imposing frame towering over you and you can’t help but shrink back, “I don’t know who you think you are, but if you don’t get your ass in your suit, I’ll-”

“Mama?” Vada’s little voice cuts through the air, both Miguel and you freezing. When you turn to look at your daughter, who’s standing in the doorway to her bedroom, it feels like everything around you fades away. The static of the TV, Miguel, everything until all you can focus on is Vada. She’s clearly distressed, as you come to kneel in front of her you can see the tears in her big round eyes, the redness around them and on her nose, the slight tremble in her bottom lip. You know what’s wrong before she even has to explain.

“Sweet girl, another one?” you ask calmly, a hand going to stroke her hair. Vada nods, confirming your suspicion that she had been roused by yet another nightmare. The creak of the floorboards alerts you of Miguel taking a step closer and you’re suddenly very much aware of his presence once again. However, your eyes don’t leave Vada’s crying face. “Let’s get you back into bed,” you try to coax her into heading back the way she came, your toddler only resisting and shaking her head firmly.

“I want Mama’s bed,” she demands, sounding groggy as the sleep she had just risen from had yet to fully leave her. Vada doesn’t even let you respond before her tiny arms wrap around your neck, face pressing into the junction of your neck and shoulder, “Want you,” she mutters against you, the exhaustion and distress in her voice making your heart ache for her. “Vada,” you sigh heavily, exhausted as well. Exhausted from the heavy workload of being Spider-Woman not just for your universe, but other universes as well. Exhausted from the fact your child couldn’t get a wink of sleep and seeing her frustrated made you frustrated as well. You cave, scooping your daughter up in your arms and standing. Her body molds to yours, relaxing against your frame like it had done so many times before. As you rub her back and kiss her temple, you’re forced to turn and deal with the elephant in the room. Or rather the spider.

You expect Miguel to look annoyed, as usual, but he isn’t. In fact, the anger he was prepared to unleash on you moments ago seems to have vanished, replaced with a look of curiosity, intrigue and dare you say....awe? He’s looking at Vada, who’s about to pass out in your arms, with a softened expression, the sight of the small girl seeming to tug the corners of his mouth up just slightly.

Huh.

Miguel seems to catch himself staring, shaking his head to clear the fog and meeting your gaze once more. “I...didn’t know,” is all he can say, not as confident in the way he stands.

“No one knows,” you reply in a much harsher tone than you intended. After a deep breath, you adjust how you speak, “I’ve only been on the team for a couple months. It’s not that I don’t trust the other spiders...I just want to be careful, yah know?” Miguel nods along with what you say and you can’t help but keep talking to fill the now awkward silence, “Usually I have someone to watch her, but it’s been so long since I’ve had a day to just give her all my attention- I promise, it won’t happen again. I know that I should answer if you call-”

“Cállate,” Miguel cuts you off and you’re almost grateful he’s saved you from rambling. There’s another moment of silence before he sighs, “You don’t have to explain yourself, really. If I had known,” he waves a hand to indicate to your daughter, “this was the reason you were ignoring my calls, I wouldn’t have been so hard on you. Your daughter comes first, I get it.”

His words hit harder than they should. Every Spider-Person had heard the story. How Miguel was willing to put his own duties aside to live in a universe where he had a daughter of his own. Replacing the him of that universe, who had died tragically, to live the life he had always wanted; only to have that universe crumble around him. Literally. It explained his cold demeanor, you’d probably be a bitch too if your daughter died in your arms, but that coldness you had become accustomed to seemed to melt away the longer he took in the sight of you holding your daughter.

“You said her name’s Vada?” he asks, stepping a little closer. Normally, you would probably keep your distance from him, maternal instincts in overdrive with an imposing figure like Miguel so close to Vada, but you stay in place. Not bothered by his presence for once. He’s looking at you, expecting an answer, and you nod your head. He hums, “How old?”

“Three,” you answer and he hums again. “...Is everything okay? Regarding the mission?”

“Huh? Oh,” he clears his throat, adjusting his stance and taking a small step back. When had he gotten so close to you? “I think those two should be fine on their own. Earth-13122′s Spider-Man knows what he’s doing and-”

“You know, you can just call him Lego Spider-Man. Everyone calls him Lego Spider-Man.”

“That’s not his correct title.”

“Uh-huh,” you smile, holding back a laugh at how serious Miguel seemed to be about the subject. “...Well, I think it’s time we go to bed.”

“Right, right,” Miguel moves like he’s about to walk out the front door, seeming to forget that he had come via portal and catching himself as his hand grasps the handle. Has he always been this socially awkward? He turns to look at you again, “Should I just...?”

“Yes, please open your noisy portal outside.”

“Claro que sí,” he nods in understanding, opening the door. Just as he’s about to leave, he pauses again, turning to look back at you, “Even if you’re busy, you should still answer when I call. I was worried about you.”

“Worried about me?” you repeat, a bit of teasing in your voice.

“Worried as in the normal amount of worried.”

“Sure, sure, O’Hara.”

“I’m leaving now,” he huffs, turning to leave again. Yet he can’t help but stop one more time, “Goodnight.”

He finally leaves, door shutting with a soft click. You go to the door to lock it, carrying Vada into your room for bed. It seems that she had managed to fall back asleep despite your little interaction with Miguel. As you lay down and pull the comforter over the two of you, Vada snuggling impossibly close to you once more, you lie there thinking about what had just transpired.

Maybe his pretty face wasn’t a waste.

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indecisive-capricorn · 2 months

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Headcanons to Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant Reader:

WARNINGS: There will be a bit of angst, grief, mentions of child loss, but loads of fluff.

SUMMARY: Getting pregnant is one thing, but how will your beloved partner, Miguel O'Hara, react to it when he finds out? And how will he be like throughout your pregnancy?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have been noticing that for the last few months, the Miguel O'Hara imagines are decreasing and I am still very high in my reader phase for him, so in an attempt to feed my fellow still on high Miguel O'Hara lovers, I'll be posting several imagines or headcanons for him. Apologies if it's a little rough, been some time since I made a headcanon.

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

When you first found out you were pregnant, you were quite unsure what to do. It wasn't as if you were afraid that Miguel might abandon you or anything, but because of what had happened with Gabriella, you knew children was a very sensitive topic for him.

You had talked with Miguel in the past about children and he considered the possibility of having children with you in the future but he didn't feel as if he was ready for kids yet. He was still grieving over Gabriella and you didn't blame him. She was his kid and no parent should ever have to endure the feeling of losing their child, but he has to and it was a scar that he would bring along with him throughout his life.

That was the reason why you are quite nervous to tell Miguel the news and you actually tried to keep it hidden from him for some time. You managed to do a good job at it but it also made you accidentally distant yourself from Miguel too.

Miguel was quick to catch on that something was wrong. Look, you can be the greatest liar in the world and he will still manage to find out your deepest secrets without needing you to tell him any of them. But even before you distant yourself from him, Miguel was able to sense the changes your body was going through. He wasn't precisely sure what it was but he knew something was different and you could blame it on his spider senses for giving him the ability to know that.

Miguel thought you were on your period at first and needed space, but he grew suspicious when your behaviour still had't changed after a few weeks.

And that was when he decided to confront you about your behaviour. He missed your light touches, your cuddles and your daily kisses, especially the cheek kisses you usually give him every morning before going to work or before going on a long mission. He missed pulling you into his arms while sleeping in bed with you, only to have you scooting to the far side of the bed the last few weeks. He missed you so much and he was hurt by your actions as well.

Even with how nervous you were, you didn't want to hide the truth from Miguel any longer, so you told him about your pregnancy.

Shock was an absolute understandment to describe Miguel's reaction to the news. Like, all the signs of your pregnancy the past few weeks came up to him in large capital letters. He should've known from it all but then again, even if you were already displaying a small baby bump, Miguel would only believe it once you actually said it to him.

Miguel would be happy next and he'll be kissing your cheek. He'll say that it is a wonderful news and would ask you for more details about the pregnancy and the baby's health. He'll be quite joyful about it but you knew that there was more to it than that.

You knew your partner better than anyone in the multi-verse and you knew for a fact that while Miguel was more than happy and excited about the news, you also knew that Miguel felt very scared. He was scared that he might fail to protect you and the baby the same way he failed to protect Gabriella. He would swear to you on that day that no harm would ever come to you or the baby as long as he's alive, but it still didn't vanish the fear inside him.

It is something Miguel can't control. Ever since Gabriella died, Miguel had closed off almost everyone in order to protect himself from losing more loved ones. It changed when he met you. You had slowly but surely began to tear down his walls, and encourage him to fight his fears.

His fears continues to stay in him, but you are always there to assure and remind him that you and the baby will be with him for a very, very long time.

After he has gotten over his initial worries and fears, Miguel will be celebrating the news with you. It could be going to your favourite restaurant for dinner or even something as simple as going to the park for a walk and get ice cream. It didn't matter how they celebrate it as long as his beautiful baby mama is happy.

Miguel is the type of person who reads every pregnancy book he can get his hands on. He'll also be taking notes of every word the doctor says during your pregnancy and Miguel will be the one to ask the doctor lots of questions in each appointment. The doctor might think you love to chat and talk about the baby but boy, Miguel could be bringing a whole damn book filled with questions about the baby and your pregnancy, and that wouldn't even be enough to stop him from asking. Miguel is actually tempted to get a personal doctor for you. The guy is filthy rich after all, but you protested against the idea and he decided not to. Of course, he'll secretly have a personal doctor in his contacts and if you ever found out about it, he'll just say it's a precaution.

Speaking of being filthy rich, when it comes to buying things for you and the baby, there is no budget. Before you were pregnant, you still somehow managed to convince him to give a limit when it comes to spending his money, but after he finds out you're pregnant? Yeah no, Miguel will be spending a shit ton of money because it's the love of his life and the mother of his child we're talking about here! He's not paying attention to the price tags, just paying attention to the quality because Miguel only wants the best of the best for his family.

One of the things Miguel knows is really important is quality time and throughout your pregnancy, he tries to be less at work. Miguel can't be out of work completely since the multi-verse needs him, but he can find people to cover his work while he's away to spend time with you.

Miguel is overprotective of you. He has always been protective and perhaps a tad possessive before, especially when there are other guys around, but he is much more protective when you're pregnant. Miguel knows you're not fragile. Hell, he worked with Jessica while she was heavily pregnant and she could have still easily beaten his ass. But there's this instinct that keeps on urging him to just be on guard all the time and because of it, Miguel is always on guard, unless you two are at home alone together.

Miguel adores your growing baby bump. It could still be a small one and Miguel would already be in love with it. He is always touching your stomach, either caressing it gently or leaving several kisses, and this continues on as it grows over time. Miguel's eyes will shine brightly whenever he feels the baby kick.

With that being said, every wish you make is Miguel's command. He will do anything and everything to make you as comfortable and relaxed as you can be. Swollen feets? Miguel's there to massage them. Late night cravings? Miguel's already on the way to the grocery store to buy the ingredients. Suddenly bursting into tears because of your hormones? Miguel's immediately there to comfort you.

Miguel doesn't usually like to take pictures but he tries to take some pictures of you throughout your pregnancy and put them all in a single photo album. He'll also put in the pictures that he had kept of each ultrasound appointment into the album. He does this so that one day when the baby is finally born and has grown much older, Miguel wants to be able to remember all the times of your pregnancy. The photo album is definitely one of his most cherished things and he'll be adding more pictures to it once the baby is born.

Overall, Miguel will be a little scared at first but he will always be very supportive of you throughout your pregnancy and try to be the best partner he can be to you and be the best father to your baby.

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madschiavelique · 9 months

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your headcanon description of miguel’s dick let’s goo woof woof 💃

okay bear with me

as we all know by simple observation and deduction, this man (like everything about his body) is huge.

i am hesitating between him being a grower (changes size significantly when erect) or a shower (doesn't change much of length when erect but becomes much more rigid) BUT i'm kinda leaning towards shower 'cause i feel like this man is naturally big.

for the length, i'd say probably something like 8,8 inches (22,5 cm), as for the girth, if you were to use your fingers to wrap around it or used a measuring tape to measure it and unrolled it after going around it i'd say 5,1 inches (13cm).

as for the colour palette, here are my thoughts :

normal colour : #9c6749 tip/head : #9c6249 pubes : #1f0c02

as a lovely anon mentioned it right here, here's his cum analysis :

miguel cums in spurts. hot, sticky, long spurts. egg white color, jelly like texture. semi salty.

i think he also has a few prominent veins

and also, he shaves his pubes from times to time (he's tidy so it's no surprise that he shaves it)

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 3 months

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Too shy to post on my own acc yet, but hear me out…

BabyDaddy!Miguel who tries to make you jealous by flirting with the other soccer moms at Gabi’s games. His charming smile, finely styled hair, tight fitting gym clothes. Did he… intentionally come to her game after hitting the gym?

BabyDaddy!Miguel who overhears Gabi on the phone with you during his weekend with her. Trying to play if off as too invested in the newspaper while relaxed in his recliner, all the while Gabi talks your ear off through the home phone.

BabyDaddy!Miguel showing up “coincidentally” to the same restaurant you and your new boyfriend are having dinner at. The hostess “coincidentally” seating Miguel and his date at a nearby table.

BabyDaddy!Miguel who can’t keep his eyes off you, and is nearly gawking all night over how pretty you look. A dress he’s all too familiar with that hugs your curves like a second skin.

BabyDaddy!Miguel who eyes you scurrying off to the restroom. His hand subtly finding the small of your back as he bumps into you. An intoxicating mix of his musky cologne and minty breath filling your lungs as he leans in close. Joking about the odds of you both being here, hoping to light the match of a subconscious jealousy as he excuses himself back to his date.

- 🪼

Oh. My. God. So mfing goood.

Twirling my hair, giggling, blushing, kicking my feet, screaming in my pillow.

Readers immediate reaction would be like:

Oh! 😀

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a060403 · 5 months

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𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, fingering, edging, blowjob, slapping, cum licking, dark!miguel, free use, throat fuck, explicit language, heavy smut, not proofread, long story ahead, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, you thoroughly did the household chores, with the music enveloping the house in its energetic rhythm, immersing you in the task at hand. Amidst the beat, the door opened and Miguel stepped inside completely drained. He released a heavy sigh, dropping his belongings onto the couch before walking toward the kitchen. You were too busy to hear the door let alone notice his presence behind you. Miguel observed you with a faint smirk, swaying your hips to the music. Stealthily, he made his way towards you, a quiet yet mischievous presence.

You turned around, startled by his sudden appearance. Your heart raced as he stood there, watching you sway to the music. His smirk sent shivers down your spine - a mixture of fear and anticipation. “Did you need something?” you asked, trying to maintain your composure. But inside, you knew that tonight would be different. The tension between you had been building for weeks, and now it seemed like fate had brought you together under these intimate circumstances.

Miguel took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I was thirsty for water but I think I need something else besides that now,” he said softly, his voice rough with desire. “Something to help me forget about my day.” Before you could react, he was upon you, his hands running up your arms as he pulled you close. Your bodies pressed against each other, igniting a fire that neither of you could contain any more.

He bent you over the countertop, your cheek hitting the cold tiled surface. You tried to squirm away, but his grip on your arms was too strong. His eyes burned into yours as he ripped the thin material covering your legs, exposing your wetness to him.

“Miguel,” you whispered, hoping that he would relent and let you go. But he only stared at the sight of having you like this - trapped, submissive, and helpless. He rubbed himself onto you, the heat of his erection pressing against your still-clothed pussy, he smirked. “You're already this wet? I haven't even done anything yet, cariño.”

Your heart raced as he continued to tease you, his smirk never leaving his face. Suddenly, a hard slap fell on your ass cheeks - the first of many more to come. “Stop it!” you cried out in pain and humiliation. But he only laughed, seemingly enjoying this power trip too much to stop now.

Slap after slap, each one harder than the last, leaving behind a stinging sensation that refused to go away. You tried squirming and twisting to escape his grasp, but it was futile against his strength.

By the time he finally stopped, your ass felt like it was on fire. Tears streamed down your face as you waited for what would happen next. You froze as you felt his hot breath on the side of your face. His lips grazed the soft skin of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Does it hurt? Tell me, amor. Does it hurt?”

Before you could respond, another hard slap landed on your burning ass cheeks. “Yes! Yes! It hurts!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. “It hurts!” He grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I don't believe you,” he growled, his voice dark and threatening. You felt a jolt of fear go through you as his fingers dipped inside your folds, soaked with your arousal. “See… If it hurts, I don't think you'd be dripping like this. Completely soaked like a fucking whore.” As he spoke, he pushed his fingers deep into you, finding your entrance and thrusting into you slowly.

Your lips trembled, unable to hide the conflicting emotions that raged within you. A delicate shiver danced across your mouth, an intricate blend of the delightful tingling of pleasure and the subtle twinge of pain. You closed your eyes, trying to block out everything except for the sensations he was giving you. His fingers were moving inside you, finding your sensitive spots and teasing them mercilessly. Every time you thought you couldn't take anymore, he would find a way to push your boundaries just a little further.

As you moaned his name, your body arched towards him unconsciously, begging for more. You had never felt so alive, so vulnerable, so exposed. And yet, there was something about this feeling that made you crave it even more. The pace of his fingers quickened, pushing you closer to your impending orgasm. “Miguel,” you cried out, your walls clenching around his fingers as they pushed deeper inside you.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably, and for a moment, you let yourself bask in this feeling of pleasure. But just as you were about to climax, he pulled his fingers out - leaving your cunt clamping down on nothing but air. You gasped, the sudden loss of stimulation making you feel even more exposed and vulnerable than before. Tears stung your eyes as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

He pulled your body up and turned you around to face him. A satisfied smirk was on his lips as he wiped away your tears. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

“Miguel please...” you whimpered, unable to look at him. But he silenced you with a kiss on your temple. “Shh. On your knees querida,” he growled. “No he terminado aún.” With shaking hands, you obeyed his command. Kneeling before him, you could feel the heat of his gaze burning into you. His hardened cock poked out from his pants, demanding attention.

He freed his cock from his pants, already hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and threatening. You hesitated for a moment before obeying. Slowly, you opened your mouth, feeling the anticipation build up inside of you. Without warning, he pushed his cock into your mouth, filling it to the brim with his size. You gagged around him, trying not to choke on him as he began to thrust in and out of your throat. His hands tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he took what he wanted from you.

Every time he pulled out, he'd smear the pre-cum across your lips, teasing you with the taste of your own desire. And every time he pushed back in, it felt like he was invading your very soul.

This wasn't enough.

He wanted more.

He needed more.

With rough hands, he gripped your head and forced your mouth open wider. Then, without warning, he pushed the full length of his thick cock inside your mouth. His cock head pushed against the back of your throat, causing you to gag and choke on him as he filled you up completely. From outside, his cock's bulge was visible even as it disappeared into your throat. His eyes were wild, his breathing labored as he pushed further and further into you, taking what he wanted without any care or consideration for your limits.

“Fuck, that's it. That's— fucking— it”

You could feel his heat inside you, searing you from the inside out. It felt like he was branding you with his desire, leaving a mark that you would never forget. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you feel the air escape your lungs. Suffocation was just around the corner, and your vision began to blur.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth for a split second before pushing it back in again, harder this time. With each thrust of his hips, he was completely fucking your mouth, taking everything you had to give and more.

His hands gripped tightly onto your head, holding you in place as he took control of the situation. You were nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, and he intended to use you until there was nothing left inside of you. “I'm close Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking close querida—fuck!

His thrusts became more messy and relentless, his breathing heavy, beads of sweat on his beautiful brown skin. He fucked your mouth harder, pleasure coursing through his whole body as finally reached euphoria. With a loud groan, he exploded inside you, his hot cum filling your mouth to the brim. You swallowed it all down eagerly, savoring the taste of him on your tongue.

He pulled out of your mouth, his cock still hard and leaking. He looked down at you with a mix of desire and satisfaction. With a slow, deliberate motion, he stroked his cock, shooting his remaining cum onto your face until it was dripping with his seed. You closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan as the sensation of his cum washed over you.

“So fucking beautiful.”

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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mandowifey · 9 months

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What happened after reader and miguel’s lovemaking??? Morning after scenario is?

Sunrise

Miguel O'hara x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dark!Miguel, noncon, creampie, forced orgasm, captive reader, standing sex, lots of praise, kissing. Just general dark and hopeless energy with smut. This is part of the Dark!Miguel series I am doing.

Word count: 1.9k

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When your eyes first opened, you were hit with the stark realization that this was not your home. You also noticed that you were naked, covered in a dark red sheet with a large form snoring softly beside you. As the events of last night sparked in the back of your brain, your hand clapped to feel the puncture marks on the side of your neck. What happened had been real, and your assailant was still with you.

Staring at the man - Spider-Man, you recalled - you began to carefully slip out of bed. The sounds of his slumber remained steady as your limbs slipped from under the sheet and touched down onto cold, tiled floor. This place was quiet aside from Spider-Man's snores and your heart pounding in your ears. Tip toeing around the bed, you searched the dark bedroom and located a t-shirt on a dresser. Yanking it on, you rummage through the drawers until you find a pair of red boxer shorts and promptly step into them.

You step towards the open door in agonizing silence, forcing your limbs to move as slow as possible to avoid accidentally waking him up. Not looking back, you step along the front of the house and past the open kitchen and living area. Due to the limited light, you couldn't make sense of any furniture aside from the kitchen island and a microwave that read '6:48'.

The front door had to be somewhere along this wall, so you hoped. Blindly groping your hands out, you find a flat surface and follow along it, wishing that it'd shape into an exit so you could flee. Being in the dark, barely dressed, and in a strangers house wasn't an ideal situation, but you'd be dammed if you didn't try to run.

Something juts from the otherwise flat wall and indicates a door frame. You draw a gasp, then fumble as your fingers press to the shape of a handle. Thanking every god known to man, you grope along the door in search of the lock, perspiration gathering on your temples and back of your neck. Every second felt like an hour, especially standing out in the open like this.

"Sneaky."

The voice comes from behind you, and you nearly jump out of your skin. You can make out the shape of him now, and his voice brings you back to the night before. "Stay the fuck away from me." You hiss, still trying to find the lock. He chuckles, his heavy footsteps loud as he prowls to you. The dark only heightened the prey instincts to run, but the rational part in your mind - the part untouched by fear - told you that was a bad idea.

"You were close to getting out, I mean." His voice was like warm velvet. "Doors here open on a pressure control on the wall - I'm guessing you were looking for a lock." Miguel's voice became louder as he approached. "Smart, but not quite enough. It's a shame. Wouldn't have minded starting the day with a jog." Your stomach twists when he chuckles. This situation, your panic, it was all some amusing joke to him.

"Fuck you."

You can feel his presence looming over yours, catching a flash of red as he closes in.

"Okay."

Large hands capture your hips, and you're lifted off your feet, held against the door. Now that you were not paralyzed, you began to fight. You become an animal, claws and teeth, shrieking curses as you swing out at him and hit at anything you could. The impacts have no effect, and the man simply chuckles as he holds you in place. "So kitty has claws. That's cute." When you swing in the direction of his mouth, your open palm strikes his cheek and silence follows.

"Huh." A breath fans your face as Miguel chuckles. "Wanna see mine?" His mouth was near your ear, drawing goosebumps and sending a shiver down your spine. Before you could tell him where to shove it, lips press over your own and smother your words. Miguel encompasses you, kissing you like a long-lost lover. Your taste and the way you squirm and push his shoulders had him hard already.

Kicking your legs, you try to turn your head away from him, letting out disgusted groans. Miguel licks into your mouth, and your tongue tingles strangely. That was when you recalled the venom and how he'd bitten and paralyzed you. Heart racing, you slow your struggle, understanding that having some control was better than laying limp like a doll for him again.

He breaks the kiss and nips along your jaw. "Good girl." His hands work in tandem, one pushong up your (his) shirt, and the other effortlessly yanking off the boxers you'd stolen. Dropping his head, Miguel latches the heat of his mouth around your left nipple and you wheek in surprise. The suction sent a shiver through you, briefly stunning you before your senses returned. "S-stop-" you croak, a hand in his wild curls and trying to pull him off. "Please-"

Miguel hums and licks over the pert bud before popping his mouth off. He wordlessly kisses your ribs before licking a path up your body to your lips. He seals his mouth to yours as he adjusts your legs to wrap around his hips, sitting you against the bulge in his briefs. "Feel that, hm? That's what you do to me." His words were husky, breathless as he begins to grind up into your bare cunt. Your head spins with disgust and shame as the friction begins to dampen you. Head turned, you resume pushing at his shoulders.

"Please let me go," you gasp, "I just wanna go home." Miguel smoothed a large palm to your throat and wrapped his fist around it, not squeezing just yet, but the message was clear.

"You are home."

Tears sting your eyes as you squirm, your knees trying to shut but only succeeding in squeezing his hips. "Shh, shh." His mouth finds yours, kissing you and pushing his tongue down your throat. Bringing a knee up, Miguel keeps you seated against his thigh so he could use his free hand to tug his briefs down enough to spring out his aching cock.

In the dark, you couldn't see it, but knew what you were up against. This time, you weren't going to be paralyzed, and you were scared it would hurt. Fisting himself, Miguel released your throat and held you up with one hand on your hip. "Open wide, princess." There is a sickening smile to his words. Miguel drags the swollen tip of his dick through your folds and nudges your clit. You tense, then clamp your teeth into your lip, not wanting to validate this disgusting behavior.

"There you are," he sighs as he aligns with your weeping hole. Before you could begin your protesting, Miguel forces inside of you in a burning stretch that makes your head drop back against the door. Mind going white hot, you dig your blunt nails into the meat of his forearms and choke out another soft 'stop' as he begins to bottom out inside of you.

The tip nudges your end, and you shudder. Miguel groans softly against your neck, peppering you in delicate kisses. "Such a good girl." He sighed and took his time leisurely dragging his cock in and out of you, loving the way you squeezed around him. "All wet, just for me." Miguel nips your pulse and you give a strangled sort of sob. He had a way about him that somehow managed to hit all those special buttons inside of you. While you hated him and were afraid, you found yourself sinking against him and struggling less.

"That's it," Miguel groans as he begins to rut into you, his pelvis impacting your thighs and causing you to bounce rapidly against the door. Each strike knocked out a whine and a gasp, your eyes fluttering as the swollen head of his dick rammed across your gspot with pinpoint accuracy. He filled you to capacity, stretching you to your limit and plugging you so full you would remember his presence inside of you when he was finished.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, you rake your fingers down his biceps and make him hiss against you. He mutters in Spanish, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. "Gonna cum for me?" He sounded drunk, wasted on your pussy and how good you felt for him. "Gonna coat my cock? Hmm? Fall apart, just for me baby girl. I wanna feel you squeeze me again." He grinned as he moved and pecked your open mouth, his tongue flicking between your parted lips.

Stars flashed behind your eyelids, and your noises grew from pitiful sobs to loud, shrieking groans. Had he drugged you? Did Spider-Man have some sort of brain manipulation power? Disgust could come later. Now you were focused on chasing your release. "F-fuck," you squeak out, chest heaving as he continues to strike deep inside of you. Miguel's own noises came louder, which you assumed indicated he was close too. He kissed you again, swallowing your groans as he fucked up into you relentlessly hard. The super human stamina coming in handy, he hadn't slowed down once since starting.

Your brain became fuzzy, forgetting for just a couple of wonderful seconds that you weren't being forced on against your will. You shriek out, hugging your legs around his hips as you cum. Miguel grunts and drops his head to your neck, more focused on yanking you down into him as he bucks. Your milking walls were too much, his thrusting became unwound and uneven as he suddenly pushes all the way inside. His cock throbbed hard, and you felt a searing warmth inside your body that coated your innards in sheets.

Panting, Miguel kisses your neck and jaw, cooing as he keeps your bodies connected. "Don't wanna waste it," He muttered, nosing your pulse point and nipping it gently. "Such a good girl, you did so well. You're beautiful when you cum, princess." Smiling, he leans his head back to look at your face, watching as you went from basking in your after glow to disgust. Your head turns and your eyes close, feeling a sting in your eyes.

"Shh, shh. There's no time to cry. Sunrise is in 7 minutes." He pecked your lips and you grunt as his cock drags out of you. There was a rush of warmth that spilled out after him and he chuckled. "I'll clean you up afterwards." Miguel doesn't set you down and instead carries you towards the bedroom. You were boneless, legs like jell-o and head fuzzy as he opened the curtains and sat on the floor with you on his lap. The two of you still bare as you watched the city and the sun as it began to crawl from the horizon.

For a long time, you appreciate the sunrise for what it was and how little of a fight you'd put up against Miguel. Your thoughts are distracted when he presses a kiss against your scalp, those strong arms wrapping around you and securing you against his broad chest.

"Can't wait to spend every day watching the sunrise with you."

Every day,

You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, and when your eyes stung again, you didn’t fight the tears.

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imagineredwood · 2 months

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Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙

I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️

He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.

He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.

Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.

He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.

He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.

The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.

He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.

Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.

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desb3ar · 3 months

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First Kiss Headcannons | Miguel O'Hara

We need more cute first kiss headcanons. please. (this is VERY informal. just late night babble <3)

i think, when y'all finally kiss, he'd get a lil bit desperate, progressively. he a lil touch starved

arms are definitely wrapped around you. this is YALLS MOMENT and he wanna make it last. (bonus points if his hand is on the back of your head)

before this, he was nervous asf. he's a bit shy here, not the "omg stawwp uwu" typa shit, i mean like,, fumble his words, awkward asf, and cant formulate a sentence or even think of one when you step up breh.

im sure he'd say thank you and appreciate this so m u c h cuz i can imagine it had been a while since he had this sorta moment with someone.

with that being said, if you put a hand on his cheek, he's melting on it, 1000000%. im a sucker for that trope.

im not sure if he would back track and be kissed or he will be forward at that very moment and be the kisser but aye,, both is good.

im pretty sure that he'd be touchy asf after that... not like, sexually, just being closer knowing that a ur comfortable. straight cuddle bug. care bear. frfr.

like, he been waiting to see how this would turn out because looooooooorddd,,, he couldnt say anything. too scared. so he just waits to see what you would do and takes notes. (ur more straight forward here... and maybe liked seeing him that way, therefore you dragged this out a little bit... men being complete lost puppies following you is CUTE.)

he fuhshow gonna keep giving you lil kisses from that point on. lil pecks on the cheek, head, lips, u r whole face fam.

then when you guys kiss, miguel would be shocked asf in the first second, but then he, yet again, melts like candle wax.

i could go on 4ever with the cute shit because yk... its miguel. (he would never but i can dream. damn.)

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stars-before-sunrise · 10 months

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HCs of what Steven, Marc and Miguel possibly smell like? And what scents they like/find the most comforting.

Hopefully it’s not too weird sounding, just asking as someone who works in a perfume store lmao 😅

👀 I'm severely sick, but I shall write!! I'm not entirely familiar with cologne scents, but i did my research (hopefully correctly)

steven grant, marc spector, miguel o'hara

reader is: female

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Steven Grant

Like cedar wood with hints of cinnamon. It's woody, warm, and sort of sweet. And Steven has cinnamon sticks lying around his apartment randomly, which is why he now smells that way, too. For his birthday, you give him a cologne from Tom Ford, something that has rich and warm notes. He wears it almost everyday, and the scent drives you insane. "Ugh, are you seriously going to work smelling this good?" You ask him, hugging his waist from behind, not allowing him to take any step further away. "It's just work, love. Besides, you got me this cologne. I want to wear it." "Yeah, but that means other people can smell you." You whine, "And you smell so good. What if they like how you smell?" Steven chuckles. "Isn't it good to smell good?" "Yeah," You consider, "but I want you to smell good just for me."

Marc Spector

More musky. More sensual, something that smells rather animalistic. Marc would come home from a mission, shower, lay in bed with you, and all you can smell is him. He smells masculine, if that makes sense. You snuggle closer to him, wanting to smell more of him, and Marc chuckles when he feels your breath on his neck. "What're you doing?" "Trying to smell you." You say sleepily. "Why do you wear cologne after a shower? You smell too good." "I'm not wearing cologne, babe." "So you just smell like this naturally?? Fuck." You curse. "Maybe it's my soap." He says, pulling you closer to his naked chest. "I know you like it." "Fuck yes I do." You take another whiff of him, leaving kisses on his chest in the process.

Miguel O'Hara

He smells sharp. Clean. Slightly minty and zesty, whether it's orange, lemon, or grapefruit. You can't really pinpoint it. Miguel's sitting on his chair, up by his platform, and you can't help but to take a closer whiff. Just a bit.. closer... "What.. are you doing?" He asks, brow raised and leaning away. "Sorry!" You're flustered. You definitely didn't mean to stick your nose in his neck, it was like instinct. "I just.. you just.." "Just what?" He asks again, brows raised in a more interested way now that he sees you're blushing. "..You just smell really good. And I couldn't help myself." A curious smirk. "Oh?" He swivels his chair to face you and leans back, legs spread. "Well.. come here then." "I.. I.." Miguel's scent is driving you dizzy. Is it his pheromones? His confidence? You're not sure, but you find yourself climbing onto his lap and burying yourself in his neck, nipping at the soft flesh. "Poor baby. You look like you're in heat." He chuckles. "I think I can help with that."

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tenaciousduckpoetry · 10 months

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What the ASTV Boys Love about you!

Warnings: does fluff count??? Lots of fluff lol, slight mention of panic in Miguel's section, reader is mentioned to know Spanish

Tried keeping it as gender neutral as possible!

Miles Morales

- The way you call him, mi vida. You already knew some (or were fluent) in Spanish. However, you didn't necessarily speak it often. There weren't much times where you needed to other than around family. So, when you first called him 'mi vida' he basically malfunctioned. His cheeks went pink and his jaw dropped, but he snapped back quickly after you called his name. It was so simple but he truly new you were the one.

Pavitr Prabhakar

- Where to start.. This man loves everything about you, from the way you look to the way your mind works. Personally, I think his favourite thing about you would be how you look when you're concentrating. Whether you poke your tongue out or bite your bottom lip, he's so entranced, watching you with the look of a lovesick puppy. He enjoys seeing you so passionate about something.

Hobie Brown

- He loves the way you hold his face when you're fixing a bloody nose or a cut above his eyebrow. Heck, he loves the feeling of your slightly calloused yet still soft hands against his sharp cheeks. The way you're so apologetic when he winces as you're cleaning a cut, but you scold him after just so he knows you're serious. It has his stomach doing happy little flips knowing you care so much about him with just this simple touch.

Miguel O'Hara

- He loves the minimal physical touches you offer. The gentle brush of fingers or a simple caress of his shoulder. It's comforting, but not overwhelming. He isn't huge on PDA, so you not being overly touchy is something he loves so dearly. It's something where touch says more than words. He knows that you understand when he's stressed or upset when you give his hand a squeeze, a gentle reminder to help him ground himself.

Peter B Parker

- He loves your hair. Whether it's short, long, or a mohawk. He loves how soft it looks, the gentle touch to it. His favourite thing is to touch it while cuddling. You could be wrapped up in his arms and he'd somehow be twirling your hair between his forefinger and thumb. It's more of a habit. You know how some baby's play with their hair to go to sleep?? That is exactly what Peter does, but with your hair.

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casuallyawkardd · 9 months

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Close Encounters of the Spiderkind Pt II

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Single Mother!Reader

Summary: Your daughter needs a sitter at the last minute and no one else is available, at least that’s what you thought..

Warnings: Fluff, Miguel is still a softie around kids, your daughter is a menace to society, this is basically the Miggy and Vada show, I’m not fluent in Spanish so correct me if I mess up

A/N: Here’s the part 2 ya’ll wanted so bad! Thank you for the lovely feedback from the last post, I appreciate you guys 💞 If you want to be tagged for future parts, be sure to join the TAGLIST

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Another month had passed since your little home visit with Miguel. Halfway between then and now, you had decided on sharing your little secret with the rest of the Spider Society. It was no surprise when the other spiders wanted to know more about your daughter, many insisting that you bring her in some time for them to meet. It was especially rewarding when Peter B and Jess heard the news. Granted, Jess was a bit annoyed that you had kept Vada a secret for so long and Peter thought you had deprived Mayday of a potential friend, but after the initial shock they were just as eager to meet her as the others.

Everyone was surprised at how anticlimatic Miguel’s reaction was. “I already knew,” he would reply when someone would question his behavior, “it’s my job to know.” Ever the cocky asshole, O’Hara.

The biggest pro to the whole of Spider Society knowing you had a kid was the near infinite amount of babysitters. And trusted ones at that. Except Ben...he was on probation for encourging Vada to hit a new PR with very big, very real weights. Hobie was on thin ice as well, in your opinion Vada was too young to be ‘sticking it to the man’ as he so generously put it.

When Miguel finds you, you’re in the Go Home Machine control room. Weird, he definitely remembered assigning you an urgent mission. He saunters in, welcomed by the sound of Spider-Byte and you in a very heated discussion.

“Come on Margo, it’s only for a few hours. Vada is a good girl, she won’t get in the way of your work.”

“Nope, not gonna do it. It’s way too last minute, do you see how many anomalies I have to send out today? Plus, I don’t do kids. They're sticky and my equipment doesn't do sticky,” Margo says dismisively, her holgogram zooming around the room as she continues her work.

"My daughter is not sticky," you retort, spinning around in place trying to keep up with her, arms crossed, suited up and ready to go. Miguel recognizes the annoyed look on your face, glad he’s not on the receiving end of it for once, but he’s about to be.

“What’s the hold up? I told you to be on Earth-76C ten minutes ago.”

Your head snaps in his direction, frustration fading only slightly as you huff, “I know. I’m supposed to pick up Vada in an hour, but now I need someone to do it instead and watch her until I finish the mission,” you deadpan him, fidgetting with the Gizmo on your wrist.

“Did you try-”

“Yes, yes, I’ve asked everyone. Jess is doing date night, Peter said Mayday is sick...” Miguel listens as you rattle off the excuses every spiderperson threw at you, listing every close friend of yours in the society. “...Her grandparents are out of town and my neighbor is the one watching her now, but she has plans tonight as well. So if you have any bright ideas-”

“I can watch her,” it’s so surprising to hear those words come out of Miguel's mouth that even Margo has stopped working to look at him, but his eyes are focused solely on you. Your mouth is moving, but no sound comes out as you try to form a coherent sentence.

“I couldn’t-”

“It’s really no problem.”

“You’re probably busy-”

“I’m actually very free right now.”

You scoff, hands moving to your hips, “Did Lyla lock you out of your lab again when you went to go grab food from the cafeteria?”

His eyebrows furrow and his jaw tightens, “Do you need a sitter or not?”

Miguel had lost track of how long he was standing in the hall of your apartment building, holographic suit materialized into more fitting clothes for your universe. It felt like an abnormal amount of time, but was probably only a few minutes. Only one old lady going into her apartment looked at him funny, but that was most likely due to the uncomfortable look on his face. It’d been a long time since he’d had to look after a kid by himself, let alone one as young as Vada.

He had seen her in passing, whenever you would pick up or drop her off with one of the other spiders who had agreed to watch her. You even introduced them one time, saying he was your boss. Vada had just stared at him, he couldn’t tell if it was with a look of fear, confusion or awe. He had no idea how she would react to him picking her up rather than her mother.

His knuckles rapped against the door and Miguel could hear someone approach from the other side. When it opened he was greeted by a woman, looking to be around your age, maybe even younger. She did a double take when she saw him, but Miguel was used to that. There weren’t a lot of universes where being six foot nine was considered normal.

“Can I...help you?” she asked him finally.

“M’name’s Miguel...I was told to pick up Vada,” he said simply and her eyes lit up in understanding.

“Oh! You’re who she was calling about,” she called Vada’s name over her shoulder, letting the little girl know it was time to go. “How do you know Y/N again?”

“We’re coworkers,” it wasn’t a lie technically. Miguel parroting what you had told him to say so he could pretend to be someone you knew from your day job.

“You’re a scientist?”

Miguel paused, confused by the question until he realized she was talking about his...physique. Her eyes not very subtly giving him the up and down. “I...work out when I’m stressed.”

The corners of the woman's mouth briefly turned down in a 'hmph' before returning to their normal position, “Must be hella stressed.”

There was the pitter patter of feet, making Miguel glance past the woman as Vada came to the door. It was almost comical how small she was compared to him, the top of her head barely making it to his hip. The pig tails that were meant to be on top of her head were lopsided, one still in tact while one sagged sideways, and there was a wet spot on her t-shirt. Is that...drool?

“She woke up from a nap about ten minutes ago,” the woman seemed to pick up on his confusion. She knelt down beside Vada, the two hugging goodbye, “Are you okay going with him back to your apartment?” she asked the toddler.

Vada bit her lip in thought, looking back at Miguel as if to stare him down....or rather up. “Hmmm...yeah. Bye Aunt Harrie,” Vada responds in a neutral tone, stepping through the doorway with a backpack almost as big as her slung over one shoulder.

Miguel exchanged pleasantries with her aunt before the three parted ways. He easily tugged the backpack off her shoulder and followed the little girl down the hallway. She seemed to know the way home, their destination only a few floors up. The rickety elavator opened for them and Miguel stepped in, stopping the doors from closing at the last minute when he saw Vada had yet to get in.

She...just stood there. Staring at him. Is she scared? Toddlers can get irrational fears, maybe the elevator freaks her out? Then she wouldn’t be looking at that instead of staring at me? “Are you coming?” he finally asked, meeting her gaze when she looks back up at him.

“You have to say superhero jump.” Well that was blunt.

“¿Perdóname?”

“Huh?”

Miguel cleared his throat, “I mean, what are you talking about?”

“Mama always says ‘superhero jump!’ and then I do a reeeally big jump from here to there,” Vada talks with her hands, pointing at her feet and then the elevator.

That’s ridiculous, was what Miguel was going to say before he stopped himself, sighing. “Superhero jump.”

“You have to say it in a happy voice.”

“Superhero jump~,” Miguel’s voice raised an octave in mock enthusiasm, but it seemed to do the trick as Vada did her bathetic jump over the elevator gap. “...Wow, good job.”

“Thank you,” she said proudly as she stood on her tip toes to hit the button for their floor.

The rest of the short trip was uneventful. Miguel did give Vada a sideways glance when she didn’t request he say ‘superhero jump’ when they got out, calling her actions inconsistent in his head. Like he wasn’t referring to a toddler. When he opened the door to the apartment, Vada was off. She started by running into the living room, stuttering to a stop before going to her mother’s room, then her own and even the bathroom.

Finally she stopped back in the living room where Miguel waited, “Where’s Mama?”

“She’s working, I’m watching you, remember?”

Vada’s nose scrunched at that, “I want Mama.”

“I’m sure you do, but you’ll just have to wait.”

The toddler’s foot stomped defiantly, “I want Mama now!”

“Vada,” Miguel huffed, squatting to be level with her. “Cálmate, your mother will be home in a couple hours. You’re a big girl right? You can wait,” Vada glared at him, but it was hard to take a three year old’s anger seriously when she looked cute expressing it. She then gasped dramatically, cheeks puffing out as she held the breath, little hands covering her nose and mouth. There was a moment of awkward silence as they stared at one another.

What was she-oh. Oh.

“Stop that, throwing a tantrum isn’t gonna change my answer,” Miguel said a bit more firmly, making sure to be somewhat gentle still. She didn’t budge. “Vada, ay coño, that’s enough.¿Quieres desmayarte?” Do you want to pass out?

He reached a hand out to grab her, maybe jostle some sense into her, but didn’t get the chance as she erupted into giggle when his hand grazed her side. Miguel was confused at first before realization hit, “Are you ticklish?” he teased.

Vada giggled again, her bad mood seeming to fade away almost instantly, “Noooo~,” she cooed.

Miguel scoffed, the corners of his mouth turning up, “Alright, you’re not ticklish, but come on. I’m sure you don’t want to just stare at each other until your mom comes home. There’s gotta be something you want to do? Maybe play? What do you and your mom do for fun?”

The afternoon went by surprisingly fast. Vada was...quite the little firecracker. Very much her mother’s daughter. Not only did she look like a carbon copy of her mom, but she had the same mannerisms. The way her nose scrunched when she was displeased with something he said, the way she bit her bottom lip when thinking hard about something, it was like he was babysitting a tinier version of you.

Vada played him like a fiddle, getting him to play pretend with her little toys, even convincing him to do different voices for each of the dolls she had assigned to him. Miguel was just glad no one else was around to witness this, he’d be spending the rest of his life threatening them to keep quiet. He became very aware of the drama at Vada’s preschool, the little girl filling him in on all the latest gossip, to which Miguel was listening to with an embarrassing amount of intrigue.

“...now Becca isn’t talking to Daina because Daina laid next to Teddy during nap time,” Vada rambles on, absentmindedly rolling a toy truck across the floor.

“Uh huh, because Becca like likes Teddy,” Miguel affirms, his deep, monotone voice a stark contrast to hers. He sat next to her on the ground, watching Vada as she continued to play, while detangling the hair of one of her dolls with a tiny, plastic brush.

“Yup! And then Becca got mad and pushed Daina into the sandpit, so now Becca can’t play outside for pickup.”

“Tch! Puta...” Miguel mutters the phrase without even registering it, catching himself when he realizes how invested he’s gotten in petty gossip. A child’s petty gossip, no less. Domínese, O’Hara...

“Puta.”

Miguel’s eyes widen, looking back at Vada. Did she just.. “Don’t say that word.”

“Why?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“Nuh-uh, my mommy knows all the bad words and she's never said that one.”

“It is.”

“Poooootaaaaah~” Vada enunciates, giggling at how annoyed Miguel gets when she says it. Before Miguel can scold her once more, the clicking of the front door alerts them of your arrival, both Vada and Miguel’s head snapping to watch as you come in and shut the door behind you.

It had been a more difficult mission than you had anticipated. The Sandman from your earth was reeking havoc in another dimension. Seemed like an easy fix, until you discovered there was another Sandman from a different universe also in the mix. After some sloppy web work, a little assistance from the spider of that universe and a few bruised ribs, you had them captured and returned to HQ to be sent back to their respective earths. The damage to your body was minimal, for someone with superhuman abilities, a good night’s rest would have you back to normal.

The door had hardly been shut when the familiar tapping of Vada’s feet on the hardwood approaches you. And as usual, you crouch down to accept her embrace, this time wincing slightly as her little body collides into yours, your toddler oblivious to the injuries you had sustained. She wastes no time talking your ear off, telling you how her day was at Aunt Harrie’s and her evening with Miguel.

Miguel, speaking of, stood in the archway that connected the kitchen to the living room to watch the interaction unfold. You don’t see it, but the sight of you watching as Vada eagerly chatters brings a smile to his face, just a small one, as he admired the relationship between mother and daughter. When you glance his way, he averts his gaze to the ground and clears his throat stiffly.

“Well, sweet girl, it sounds like you had a busy day,” you say, looking back at your daughter. She’s beaming at you, a sight that always warms your heart no matter how many times you see it. “Come on, let’s get dinner started.” Vada moves like someone who’s never eaten, bolting to the kitchen counter and crawling onto one of the bar stools.

“Can Miggy have dinner too?” she asks, fidgetting excitedly in her seat. The question makes you pause, stopping just as you were about to fill an empty pot with water. After hemming and hawing for a moment, Vada decides to turn her attention to the man in question, “Can you, Miggy? Can you?”

Miguel’s eyes narrow, jaw set as he thinks of what to say, Vada waiting with bated breath. “Well...”

“It’s fine.” You finally find your voice again.

Miguel turns his attention to you now, “It is?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” you shrug simply, “that is if you want to stay for dinner.” Miguel purses his lips as he thinks over your offer and you try not to chuckle at the sight.

“...What are you making?”

“Boxed Mac n Cheese.”

He scoffs, “That doesn’t sound very-”

“Mac n Cheese is my favorite!” Vada chimes in, “Mama always gets the one’s shaped like unicorns and rainbows cuz they taste better.”

Her words make Miguel pause again, finally letting out a deep breath through his nose, “Sure, I’ll stay for dinner.”

You smile mischievously, “We’re happy to have you, ‘Miggy~.’”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Dinner with you and your daughter was surprisingly pleasant. Miguel didn’t say much as he shoved the cheap pasta and cheese down his throat, watching you interact with your daughter. It was domestic, almost peaceful. Afterward Miguel offers to do the dishes while you put Vada down for the night. He excuses himself once done, thanking you for the meal and making sure to leave out the part that, for dinner being a cheap box of mac n cheese, it was the best meal he had had in a long time.

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#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara headcannon #reader insert #close enounters of the spiderkind #miguel o'hara x single mother!reader

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myir0nlung · 11 months

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sleeping headcanons with spider-people

first post woohoo! reader has no gender, no spoilers

miles morales

Miles would have troubles sleeping, scared that a villain could break into his room at any second. He would also lay in his bed thinking. He would most definitely overthink about what happened during the day and what he could’ve said different, or what he found embarrassing. When sleeping with you he would be hesitant to touch you, not wanting to scare you or anything. Miles would definitely be touch starved so he wouldn’t like cuddle you or anything. Though the longer you two are together, the more willing he is to just wrap a loose arm around you.

hobie brown

Hobie is such a chaotic sleeper. His legs are sprawled out every where, blankets tangled around him. He is also a really heavy sleeper so waking him up is near impossible. When sleeping with him though he will just face you at first, but throughout the night he will slowly get closer. Soon enough you two will be in each others embrace. Your legs tangled together, his arm on your waist, and your head tucked into a nook between his neck and shoulder. Hobie has an iron grip too so if you want to get up to do something good luck, because he isn’t letting you go.

gwen stacy

I feel Gwen would be hesitant at first to even be in the same bed as you, it would be a bit awkward. After some time though she will get more comfortable with the idea. It would start off simple with just an arm slung across another but it would progress into a bit of a cuddle. Just holding each other lightly with an arm to keep each other semi-close. Gwen is a light sleeper so if you move around in your sleep a lot she definitely will be wide awake most of the time. She would also like to switch between big and little spoon, just depends on how she is feeling at the moment :)

miguel o’hara

Miguel is a heavy sleeper. He isn’t too much into cuddling so most of the time he will have your back to you, looking at the wall. Sometimes you think he is dead because he will just be laying in bed.. stiff as a board with no noise or anything. It does worry you a lot and you can even count how many times you’ve checked if he is still breathing.

#spiderman #spiderman atsv #miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles morales x y/n #Hobie Brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #headcannons

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madschiavelique · 9 months

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GOD I AM SO FERAL FOR SUB!READER W/ MIGUEL AND PETER (im so sorry for the all caps its how I show my enthusiasm 😭😭) but I rlly wanna see the yandere hcs ,,

SO AM I BESTIE SO AM I

headcanon : yandere!miguel o'hara x reader x yandere!peter b parker content warnings : yandere content, mention of violence (miguel and peter killing torturing and killing someone), reader being injured, peter and miguel are really manipulative in this, genderneutral!reader, no use of Y/N word count : 1,4k tag list : @fandom-ash

firstly, they'd had their eye on you for some time now

you were a much-loved spider, and everywhere you went people were smiling and complimenting you, not so much for what you did as a spider, but because you had such a delightful personality

you'd only recently made your debut with the Spider Society, and Peter and Miguel in turn seemed to slowly fall under your spell

peter came to see you regularly to check up on you, and Miguel called you more often to get more details about your reports

then one day Miguel started keeping a tab open on the side of his business activities with your locations backed up by surveillance cameras

obtaining a watch for you had turned out to be the quickest watch delegation in Spider Socety's history

the attraction they felt for you was becoming far too great to ignore, even for the workaholic Miguel, who thinks of nothing else but the maintenance and balance of the universe

peter had been following you around the society from higher up, and one day he noticed something that he immediately reported to Miguel: you were starting to see another spider on a regular basis.

he was such a lesser guy than Miguel and Peter that they wondered how you could have even crossed his path

you started greeting him every day, laughing with him, joking around, and they watched from afar

well, as long as you were just friends, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

but just as Peter was coming to eat with you in the cafeteria, the notorious undesirable individual showed up and sat down next to you.

too close, Peter thought. How could you smile at him, laugh at his jokes?

and what he saw made his jaw clench: the spider's hand caressed your cheek

how could he breathe the same air as you?

miguel had obviously seen the whole scene from the security screens, and he'd nearly smashed one of the desks

the next day, when you ventured to the cafeteria as usual, you didn't find your spider in your usual spot

strange, he never failed to find you here, but instead you found Miguel and Peter, coming to sit with them.

when you asked them if they'd seen him, they replied that he had some business in his own reality that required him to stay away from the Society for a while

of course, they would never tell you how slow and painful his death had been

as the months passed, you inevitably grew closer to Miguel and Peter. Since they were gradually pushing every one of your friends and acquaintances away from you, they were the only ones left.

you visited them more frequently, sometimes just keeping them company while they took care of reports.

you had become an inseparable trio, and not a day went by when you weren't with them.

in fact, they started gaining new habits such like showering you with gifts

everything they do to make sure you're comfortable enough to never ever think of leaving them is pretty amazing

(as if you had a choice to leave anyway)

saw a new cute little top that you like? already yours

it was almost uncanny how much they observed the details in your behavior

sometimes you'd simply walk past something, your gaze lingering on it for a few seconds longer than you'd normally wear it out, and the same day you'd find yourself with it in your hands

because let's be honest, they're extremely rich.

The technological advances Miguel had brought to the entire dimension had made him rich for the rest of his life and beyond, so he had no worries about covering you in anything you wanted.

and as for Peter, you weren't sure how he managed it, but what you were sure of was that he, too, had no financial worries

they were becoming a little more tactile too

peter took your hand in his, caressing your back and cheek gently, while Miguel had got into the habit of having you sit against him while he worked

your whole day consisted of keeping them company, but you had duties as a citizen of the Society

however, since they ran the Society, they could change the rules just for you right ?

it had started slowly, with them preventing you from going on missions and putting other spiders on the job

but your spider instincts soon kicked in, and you insisted on going on the mission

so they had a silent agreement that their eyes exchanged and managed to find an anomaly that was far too tough, sending you out in its dimension, alone, supervising you with the security screens

the anomaly was horrible, far too fast for you, far too powerful, far too cruel. It wounded you with terrible ease, while you struggled to even scratch it.

you found yourself in a corner, at the mercy of the anomaly, and of course, absolute fear gripped you along with the panic of not getting out of there

you screamed repeatedly for them to come and get you, as the anomaly was closing in fast, but they needed you to understand. you were completely weakened and scared you'd never be able to finish this fight, tears streaming down your cheeks as you called out to them, and they finally arrived.

they quickly took care of the anomaly, then came back to you, sobbing and shaking in the corner. they took you in their arms, cuddling you gently, whispering "now you see why we don't want to send you on a mission? it's far too dangerous, do you understand?"

you had to go through a painful little lesson to realize how much you needed them, didn't you?

they took you back to the infirmary, where they remained at your bedside until your recovery was complete

since then, you've never been on a mission again

you were a little bit too traumatized by the experience, and they'd managed to make sure that they were the only people you could turn to in case of trouble

so they offered to let you live in their apartment so they could be ready to provide for your every need, which you accepted. and on the very day of the offer, you moved in with them - they'd already had a room ready for you about a month before

it wasn't long before the three of you were growing closer together - which is, of course, somewhat inevitable when three people live together

the looks Miguel and Peter sometimes shared when they saw you were full of pride and mischief

they frequently exchanged them. when you'd come out of the shower for instance, when they'd deliberately remove your clothes from the bathroom while you were showering to see you dressed only with a towel to look for clothes - it always ended up with Miguel and Peter making you wear clothes of their choice

soon enough, you were an official trouple

from then on, you'd always have something on you to show that you belonged together: a necklace, a bracelet, you'd wear one of their t-shirts-

speaking of which, the first time they saw you wearing one of their T-shirts, they froze in their tracks while you simply went about your life in the apartment

you didn't go out for a week after that. the reason? there were several, such as the fact that, obviously, as beautiful as you were in their clothes, they couldn't allow anyone but themselves to see you like that, but also, and above all, because you hadn't been able to walk properly all week...

once you'd had the misfortune to go out without telling them, just to buy ingredients for cookies to make them a treat, and they'd moved heaven and earth to find you until you came home like a flower.

you'd been badly scolded. what if something had happened to you and they hadn't been able to get there in time to help? what if someone came to you and asked you to do a job for them that you couldn't refuse? What if someone was mean to you?

their anger had frightened you terribly, and you'd ended up in tears

they took you in their arms, reassuring you, comforting you and making you promise never to do anything like that again

it was from that moment on that your restrictions on going out were tightened. you couldn't go out without the company of one of them, and if you wanted to go out alone, Lyla was there to watch your every move.

one thing was certain: they were loving and soft, as long as you obeyed them

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 1 month

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Baby Daddy AU

Gabi finally being happy that her parents are now together and excited for her little sibling to be born 🥹🥹

Ugh stoop this is so cuuute 😭

Like she knew it was inevitable that they were going to get back together, she could tell because of the way you and Miguel act like all of her friends’ parents who are all together and married. The silly bickering when you’re both trying to figure out what restaurant to go to after her Sunday games because he wants pizza, you want burgers, and she’ll just eat whatever you put in front of her. Both of you would be teasing each other about the others nerdy interest. The way neither of you make backhanded remarks or glare at each other when you think gabi isn’t looking like her friend Emily’s divorced parents do.

Doesn’t mean she isnt jumping over the moon when you finally tell her you and Miguel were finally getting married though.

And when Miguel tells her she’s gonna be an older sister she starts basically bouncing off the walls with excitement. She’s a bit bummed about having to lose her own room once the baby is old enough (since at this point, you and Miguel are living together again) but all of that vanished from her mind when you and Miguel finally come home from the hospital and she gets to hold her little baby sibling for the first time.

(I might have gotten to excited with this one oops-)

#miguel o hara fanfic #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara au #spiderman 2099 x reader #astv spiderman 2099 #astv miguel #miguel spiderverse #bd!miguel submited headcannons #bd!miguel #baby daddy!miguel #anons 🫶🏼#ygmyhyk thoughts #spiderman 2099 fanfic

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a060403 · 5 months

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𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, female!receiving, p in v, explicit language, slapping, cum licking, heavy smut, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐄/𝐂 ➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

Miguel was passing time, chilling on their bed and reading something on his phone when his wife came in and slumped her body onto the bed.

“You okay, mami?” He spoke softly, giving her his full attention. She heaved a weary sigh, positioned herself on his lap, and sat on it. She cuddled against him, her arms draped around his neck, and mumbled the words “tired” on his skin.

“Wanna take a nap? I can sleep with you.” He brushed his hand down her back soothingly before she nuzzled her nose in the crook of his neck, forcing herself to feel content just being in each other's presence.

She mumbled something but he wasn't able to hear it. His eyes widened a little bit when she suddenly pulled away from him and stripped off her clothes, leaving only her laced bra that had a very thin fabric. Her nipples, completely showing. “Tired.” She murmured.

Miguel couldn't help but smirk as he felt her soft, warm skin against his hard-on. She was so sexy when she didn't even try. “You sure you're tired?” He let out a dark chuckle and slipped a hand under her bra, teasing one of her nipples gently, watching how it hardened under his touch. “Because this doesn't seem tired to me. It screams needy, amor. So fucking needy.”

The air was thick with lust as she leaned into her husband. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. She could feel his arousal pressing against her lower region through the fabric of their clothes - a thrilling sensation that only fueled her desire further.

With outstretched need and desperation clear on her face, she began to grind her hips suggestively against him while sitting comfortably on his lap. Her eyes were half-lidded with passion, her breath coming fast as she panted lightly in anticipation. "Please," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I need you."

Her actions left no room for ambiguity; it was evident that she wanted him badly—and right then. As he stared into those mesmerizing E/C pools which seemed to reflect nothing but pure lust, something snapped inside him. The gears in his mind whirred faster than ever before as if trying to process this overwhelming surge of primal desire but he kept his composure.

“Oh querida,” he slid his hand underneath her panties and started rubbing her clit slowly as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He continued teasing her entrance with one finger while tonguing her mouth.

As Miguel's fingers delved deeper into her wet, eager folds, she arched her back in response to the exquisite pleasure that coursed through every nerve ending. Her hips bucked against his touch uncontrollably as he expertly teased and stimulated her sensitive flesh. She could feel herself growing increasingly aroused with each passing moment—the anticipation building towards an intense climax she knew would be worth waiting for.

The irresistible combination of his skilled fingers and passionate kisses left her reeling; it felt like an explosion was imminent deep within her core. With a soft moan escaping from between parted lips, she let her legs loosen around him, drawing them even closer together while pleading silently for more. "Please... don't stop," she whispered hoarsely between gasps for air. "I need more."

He could feel her getting impatient, but he wanted to make sure she was ready for him. He kissed her softly before looking into her eyes. “I'm gonna take my time with you tonight, mami. I want you to enjoy every single moment of this.” He inserted another finger inside of her as he rubbed her clit harder and faster, making her moan louder than ever.

His fingers expertly filled her up and stretched her limits, she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. The sensation was indescribable—an intense mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. She arched her back further into his touch, offering him all the encouragement he needed to continue his ministrations.

Her breathing became ragged as she approached the brink; she could feel it building inside her like a runaway train barreling toward an unstoppable climax. Her grip on him tightened reflexively as if trying to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible before being consumed by it entirely. With one last pleading look into those depthless pools which seemed to reflect nothing but raw desire back at her, she let go completely...and surrendered herself entirely to the wave of ecstasy that crashed over her in a mind-shattering orgasm.

He couldn't help but smile at her current state. He slid his fingers out of her slowly and lifted her to pull out his hard cock and line it up on her wet entrance. “Here you go, mami.” He pushed inside of her slowly, taking in her loud moans as he did so. Once he was fully seated inside of her, he started moving in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. “How does that feel?”

Y/N felt an explosion of sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was painful—but in the best possible way. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a cry as he began moving slowly within her; his thick length stretching and filling every inch of her tight hole.

With each thrust that drove him deeper still, waves of pleasure crashed over her in powerful undulating waves. Her body curled reflexively into his touch, begging for more even as she tried (and failed) to control herself. “Harder,” her voice strained, barely audible between breaths. “Fuck me harder.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he pounded into her. He could feel his balls starting to tighten up already. “God damn you look so fucking sexy like this...” He reached down and started rubbing her clit again while thrusting deeper inside of her with each stroke. “A pretty little whore… with a pussy aching to be fucked.”

“Yes—Oh fuck!” She felt her orgasm growing closer and picked up the pace. She claimed Miguel's lips and pushed her tongue inside his mouth, earning a groan. Miguel felt his cock ache for release and slapped her ass hard, making her yelp, breaking their kiss. “Close—So fucking close…”

He could feel her cumming on top of him, and it only made him harder. He started pounding into her even faster as he felt his orgasm getting closer. “Fuck yeah... cum for me, baby. I want you to explode around my cock.” He slapped her ass again and pinched one of her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure.

Miguel felt her pussy pulsing around his cock as she came, and it drove him over the edge. He growled and slammed into her harder one last time before pulling out. “Fuck... you're so good at that.” He shot his hot cum all over her belly and chest, moaning loudly from how good it felt to finally cum all over her again.

As he caught his breath, Miguel leaned down and kissed each of her nipples gently before licking up some of his own cum off of her skin. “Still tired, mi vida?” His voice was deep and satisfied as he smiled lovingly at her.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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