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slowbison · 10 months

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Feral! Miguel O'Hara x Top! Male Reader

Summary: Miguel returns to his personal break room after a fight to heal, but forgets to replenish his spider DNA serum, turning him feral. since you’re a spiderman similar to him, he needs to be fucked to be stabilized.

words: 3k

warnings: breeding, wrestling, anal sex, biting, smut

A tired Miguel emerged into his personal break room as a portal from an alternate reality closed behind him. He had spent the last few hours fighting and capturing another anomaly in the wrong multiverse. Body aching from being thrown into buildings, throat parched from yelling orders along with being mentally drained from an old lady that repeatedly hit him as he tried to direct her to safety. Slumping tiredly onto his couch, groaning as he continued to sink into the comfort. He remained still, quietly waiting for his supernatural abilities to kick in and do the healing for him then realized that it was progressing much slower than usual. Soon everything began to heat up around him, pupils dilating and contracting and the suit felt more tightening.

He attempted to stand on his feet before a wave of intense pain and pleasure washed over him causing him to fall, landing on the hard floor. Claws protruding unwillingly from his fingers, muscles tense as his breathing picked up from the sudden wave of heat, fangs feeling much heavier in his mouth. Miguel felt helpless laying on the ground, gasping as it continued to ripple throughout his body after realizing too late that he forgot to intake the serum after returning.

“F-fucking shit, this c-can’t be hap-happening! Not now!” Miguel spat out through gritted teeth as he attempted to resist the sensation sweeping over him, dick growing increasingly aroused. Moaning as he began dryly humping the ground for any form of friction to ease his growing needs. He didn’t even hear any approaching footsteps until an all-too-familiar voice spoke through a door, cursing under his breath. That was the last word he said before fully succumbing to his desires, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

“What couldn’t be happening?” You asked through the door. You were with Miguel earlier, along with the other spider people, captured an anomaly stuck in the wrong dimension. The man in question had asked to see you after imprisoning the anomaly in a trap box to report on the current status of the last reality. When you came up to his office which was seemingly empty, you scanned around the room until your senses began tingling; warning that a strange presence radiated from a rather hidden door in the back. Tracking it down, you honed your hearing to any noises present coming from the door. Only to then discern it was Miguel, making questionable noises that were having an odd affect on you. A flicker of a small flame, lit within you.

“Miguel? Are you alright? I’m getting strange vibes in there. Talk to me.”

You could hear incomprehensible speech and hissing as a loud thunk crashed onto the ground, followed by a low moan. Your face slowly heats up at the possible thoughts of what may be occurring, but this wasn’t the time for your silent desires held for the man to emerge.

Hand on the knob you twisted it before speaking out, “I’m going to open the door if you don’t stop me right now!” You could hear scattering as the door opened, revealing what appears to be a softly dimmed room. Carefully stepping in, you looked around and noticed claw marks on the floor and walls, along with a table flipped over. After completing a full circle around the room, you placed your hands on your hips confused when your senses could not pick up a presence.

"What is this, hide and seek? Thought you said it was childish when I did it to you-" You were cut off as you were tackled to the ground, a strong grip on your shoulders pinning you down. Pain surged as the claws teared into your skin. Peering up at your attacker was Miguel, who looked more feral than usual as he towered over your face, angrily bearing his fangs. His head turned to the side of your neck, grazing over your veins before sinking his fangs - lapping at the blood spilling. You let out a groan, feeling your dick stirring at the action. The flame within you grew brighter, enough to light up a small campfire.

“Hey now, if you wanted to initiate something with me. This wasn’t really what I had in mind, yanno?” You quipped, attempting to push him off with your legs. Though it seemingly felt useless as he’s much stronger than you in terms of strength. Detecting resistance, he growled pushing you deeper into the ground until his body shuddered and let out a soft whine, losing power over you. Taking the opportunity, you quickly switched your positions around before exerting force to his wrists above his head, locking his legs around yours at the same time.

“It’s over Miguel, I have the high ground. So let’s start talking, yeah?” You said, taking the time to fully analyze his current state as he thrashed around, attempting to break free.

His hair was disheveled from its usual swept back appearance, brown eyes tinted with red, and lips lightly stained with blood from what would be assumed of yours. What mainly held your attention was the hard dick pressed up against your own, albeit not as hard… yet. More logs, added to the flame. Paying even more attention, Miguel had long since begun rutting on you, releasing soft whines that progressively got louder. Face flushed, his cries got louder until moved your hand down to his hips, forcing them to still.

Upset by your actions, he began squirming once again in your grasp trying to gain any friction on his straining dick. Entertained by this you let out a chuckle at his actions, “I didn’t take you for a bitch in heat Miguel. I don’t mind fucking you senseless if that’s what you want.”

For the first time, your words seemed to have been processed in his mind. Perhaps at the words “bitch” and “fucking you senseless” was all he took away. And from what you could interpret, Miguel seemed to be more compliant as he waited, staring into your eyes for your next move.

You trailed your hand from his hip across his torso, feeling the toned firm abs on your palm. Closing your eyes, you heightened your sense of what his soft skin must feel like underneath. It wasn’t your first time running your hands along his abs, as you had decided to join his customary workout session. More like you invited yourself claiming that steel-ton trucks weren’t going to be handled by just anyone. He begrudgingly sighed refusing to argue although he didn’t put up much of a fight and the next morning you stood in front of the gym, duffel bag slung across your shoulders with Miguel at your side.

The gym had been far greater than your own personal gym’s dimension, but what really made the place shine was watching a slightly sweaty Miguel performing curl ups beneath you as you held down his legs. He didn’t ask you to but rolled his eyes while hearing you proclaim that proper positioning of the feet were important to ensure a safe workout. His face was lightly scrunched as he focused on completing his sets, your eyes lingered on his chest that were more profound and round each time he came up and traveled to his torso, abs showing due to sweat clinging onto the shirt. You didn’t even realize Miguel had finished his sets and begun looking up at your face as he laid on the ground, chest heaving, trying to maintain his normal breathing.

The tension was palpable between you two, as it had been whenever you were both left alone in a room. Moving your hands from his legs, tracing at his abs but before you could slip your hands under his shirt to feel more, a stranger rudely interrupted your rather boner-inducing moment by asking to use the area if you both were done. Miguel let out an annoyed click before standing, clearing his stuff out and proceeded to the pull up bars. You stared daggers into the strangers back, gritting your teeth, before returning to completing the rest of your workout, huffing as you went along and closed your eyes embedding the view into your head; opening them at the sight of Miguel’s thrashing beneath you as your mind had carried you elsewhere away from him. Heat swarmed within your body, as much bigger logs fueled the flames.

You let out a chuckle and gripped at his suit before tearing the fabric apart on his thighs. Asking that he’d forgive you later, Miguel hissing at you before quivering, at the cold hands felt on his skin. Palming his dick on your hands, not willing to give him just what he wants so soon. Miguel let out a drawled moan as he pushed hips up, applying more pressure on his leaking dick, aching for more.

No longer able to resist your own throbbing prick, you removed your hand from his cock and went to release your own from its imprisonment, making the mistake as your grip on his wrists loosen. Miguel seized the opportunity and broke free, wrestling your own arms for control. Snarling as he pushed you back slightly which was short lived as your hand returned — after managing to pull your pants down — grabbing at his arms and flipping him around, laying flat on his stomach. You pressed the side of his head into the floor, hissing at his ear.

“Stay down like the bitch you are and take it.” you snapped shoving three of your fingers into his mouth, lining your cock at his cheeks, fucking those fat globes hidden underneath his tight suit. Tearing at the fabric, giving you more leverage to his ass. Miguel moans around your fingers, sucking and coating them in his spit as you increase the pace. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you huffed into his neck, marking the sensitive skin, “Won’t stop till you’re full of my seed, carrying my kids.” Miguel whimpered, cock twitching at the thought of being bred so thoroughly in order to carry your children inside of him.

You purred into his ear, loving the way he began losing himself more to the pleasure. “You like that? Breed you full of my kids inside your cunt, huh?” Miguel whines got louder, desperately moving his hips further against your own in response. You slipped your fingers out his mouth, rimming around his entrance before slipping inside. At first, you toyed with him, simply thrusting it in and swirling it around, but hearing his broken whimpers you curled the finger relishing at the sounds.

Miguel’s face altered between pain and pleasure as you slipped the second finger in. Stretching the ring in scissoring motions as he jerked weakly back into your fingers, cock straining against his torso, swollen tip leaking onto the floor desperately wishing for more.

You tutted at his actions, shoving his hips down on the ground — digging your nails into his side. “Last warning love, I’ll have to web you down on this floor. Is that what you want?” Miguel turned to his side, face flushed and glaring into your eyes, a low growl emitting from his throat that was cut off with a yelp as you inserted a third finger. You pump your fingers in and out of his entrance, watching as he slightly arched his back and let out small mewls of pleasure. You could feel him forcibly relaxing as you readied him for your cock.

After a few more of these ministrations, you removed your fingers from and spat at your hand, coating your erection, aligning at his puckering hole. The thought of thrusting in with the lack of decent preparation crossed your mind as it would be pleasurable, but the second Miguel was sane he’d tear you to half, refusing to allow you anywhere near him. For a while at least. Flames had turned into a roaring bonfire, slowly dissipating your desire to hold back.

Taking it slow, you eased your way in, groaning as the tight crevice swallowed you deeper. Miguel gasped at the intrusion, squirming away as you plunged deeper into his, settling fully inside him. Your senses melting at the seams as intense flames of pleasure surged throughout your body, letting out a keen growl into his ear. The unknown wave of heat continued to boil within you, huffing steams of hot air from your nostrils. Your eyes slightly tinted red peering back at his own.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight for me” you growled into his ear, nuzzling your face into his neck. “So fucking tight for me, gonna make you my personal cum dump.”

Miguel whimpered, closing his eyes and buried his head into the floor while the pain of the stretch died and anticipation of getting fucked full arose. He wiggled his hips back, hoping to entice your animalistic urge that you’ve been holding back to give him adequate time to adjust. You cooed at his submission to you and rewarded him with continuous hard thrusts, shoving your cock as deep as you could, flames consuming your entire body.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, letting out broken cries, clamping down around your cock. There was a mix of pain at the brutal thrusts as he didn’t have the best preparation, but that didn’t matter as he continued to beg, throwing his ass back to meet your pace. Garbling nonsensical strings of ‘words’ that were stuck in his throat, cries of pleasure coming up instead.

You keened as you put more pressure into the grip on his hip, releasing your hold on his wrists and rammed your cock in, molding his ass so it would remember only you and your shape. The thought reeling you deeper into the unconscious, leaving only your carnal desires to devour you whole along with dumping all your cum into the man below, belly round - full of your cum. Miguel clawed at the ground bracing himself as you continued your onslaught, drool pooling at the edge of his mouth. He could barely think straight, the only thing he can remember is sitting at his chair before a scalding heat washed over him and now he’s being fucked into oblivion until his desire to be thoroughly bred satiated.

Miguel pressed his hips back and rocked against yours, not wanting to waste any drop of cum that could fertilize his children carrying within him. Seeing Miguel so pliant to be fucked full of your cum drove you to the edge, biting his neck which left a dark mark. Though it wasn’t enough to break skin, it will warn others that the bitch was claimed and to stay away. Either way, the reaction that got out of the submissive man was a choked sob, body trembling before spurts of cum sprayed on his chest, dripping onto the floor. He collapsed underneath you, but still weakly tightened his hole around your cock, determined to milk it for all it’s worth.

Your thrusts became erratic as you neared closer and closer to eruption. Panting heavy into his ear you snarled, “Fu- fucking shit, here it comes baby. Don’t spill any of it bitch, got it?” Miguel whimpered, but obeyed as he mustered up all his remaining strength to clench his hole. Pushing your chest against his back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you soon let out a groan, hips jerking before stilling altogether. Strings of curses leaving your mouth, swearing that for a small moment your soul ascended towards a warm comforting light.

Miguel was in a similar disheveled state as you, though slightly worse off. His face laying in a pool of his own drool, red eyes dimmed as his brown eyes returned, claws retracting into his fingers and ass quivering to hold in your cum, slowly reaching its end.

You rolled to the side, cock still lodged in Miguel and ran your hand along his side, stopping to caress his stomach, feeling a slight bump that was undoubtedly your cum. Which was almost concerning as you had never come this much before, much less been this aggressive during sex with anyone, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just different with Miguel, curling your arms around him. Speaking of the man, he let out a groan as he shakily turned his body to face you. Eyes piercing into your soul, face contorted in slight anger. You chuckled and ran your hand in his hair, caressing the side of his face, whipping off the drool gently.

“Welcome back my charming beast. Did your dashing prince break the curse?” You smiled, watching as Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes at you.

“It wasn’t a curse, I just lacked the necessary genes of a spider and lost control a little. It’s a side effect of sorts.”

“A little?” You eyed, glancing at the room covered in claw marks that matched the scratches on your shoulders and arms.

Miguel turned to the side, mouth creased.

“I’m sorry, this was a first for me too… I’ve never attacked someone before,” he quietly muttered under his breath. Seeing this, you huddled him close into your arms and kissed the top of his temple.

“Hey now, it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle anyway, you forgetting that I’m Spider-Man?“ You chided, pressing your forehead against his. A small smile gracing his face as you both quietly waited to regain your strength. Falling in a trance of listening to one another's breathing, body’s conjoined as one.

“Say, when you were working on that DNA thing, was there a little bit of wolf involved?”

“No there wasn’t, stop talking. You’re ruining the moment.”

“So it’s just a cute little kink of yours to be bred by me?”

“We are NOT having this conversation.”

“My dick is literally still in you.”

Miguel grumbled and made a weak effort of pushing away from you, but you laughed it off, pulling him closer.

a/n: hey y’all, it’s a little bit late but here it is, in all it’s smutty glory. i would also like to say that my eyes have been opened to a much softer side of Miguel as a soccer mom, but because of a bastard on my tiktok fyp, there is an angst ending in my mind that could be separated from the main, if one wishes to remain in la-la-land. i might write up a lil on that world to see how it'd work, not sure when it'd drop. but because of this smut, my brain kept making different branches of miguel getting fucked and it won’t stop plaguing my mind so those are in the works, one of them including jealousy towards lego spider-man… hope y'all enjoyed this.

that being said, leon’s fic is up next to be dropped though i might be a smidge late on that. apologies. if you are interested in that, you the reader purchase an experimental drug that heals wounds made by the merchant. you give it to a wounded leon who later on notices changes in his body, specifically his chest as stains show up on his shirt... around his nipples...

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topmalereaderblog · 5 months

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Five More Minutes // Miguel O'Hara

Breathe the air again, it's a beautiful day

I wish this moment would stay with the Earth

Some primal paradise

But there you go again, saying everything ends

Saying you can't depend on anything or anyone

When there is creation, there is destruction, life, and death. The universe has a balance, and when disrupted, it collapses, taking away everything and anything with it, leaving nothing but a blank void.

But Miguel didn’t know that, how was he supposed to. He wasn’t thinking straight, he wasn’t thinking with his brain but with his emotions the same emotions that kept him grieving the same, emotions that made him cry himself to sleep. He had lost everything in his world and was left with nothing. Living a lonely life, but then.

Then there was hope, hope that showed up in another universe, a universe where his husband was alive and they were happy. He was happy. He had a family, a father to a little girl, married to the love he had lost.

His thoughts consumed him, plagued him, and haunted him. Five minutes, that was his most recurring thought. Five minutes is all he needed, five minutes to act like another version of himself, five minutes to hold you and tell you he loves you one last time, five minutes to get to know the daughter he never had even if it was just a little bit.

But he couldn’t, the guilt eating him alive, the pain in his chest swallowing him and consuming him every day. But he couldn’t, it would hurt too much to go and then leave. Going back to his life a life where you weren't there and he was alone.

If the end of the world was near

Where would you choose to be?

If there were five more minutes of air

Would you panic and hide

Or run for your life

Or stand here and spend it with me

If we had five more minutes

Would I, could I, make you happy?

He did everything he could to distract himself while keeping an eye on the other version of himself the pain in his chest filling with hurt and jealousy. Instead, he waited, watched, and observed. Miguel questioned if this version of you would fall in love with him too if he could make you happy. Soon.

His opportunity arose when the version of himself that he grew jealous of died. Shot in the chest and left alone on a sidewalk. He felt guilty but relieved he knew his thoughts were sick when he felt a sense of relief wash over him but sad that the version of himself that was happy died. But it was his turn to be happy to play a role and act as another, taking the place of another as if nothing were wrong.

He was nervous. But as he walked into the house the thoughts in his mind crashed seeing you again. His heart skipped beats you- you’re his love, and you were back alive standing in front of him. A warm feeling spread around his body.

Five minutes, that's what he told himself, having a home dinner with you and Gabriella talking and enjoying the moment, a moment that soon turned into five days, then five months. Distracted with his own selfishness, happiness, greed, and lust.

And we would live again

In the simplest of ways

Living day after day

Like some primal animals

We would love again

Under glorious suns

With the freedom that comes with the truth

His brain couldn't function, and his senses were overwhelmed. His body felt hot sweat beading down and sticking to his body. His ears filled with your grunts as you thrust up inside him while simultaneously hearing the bed creek.

His hole stretched around you so perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece being filled and abused. His tight warmth sucking you inside as if trying to keep you inside him. His prostate was hit multiple times with every thrust you gave.

Grunts turned into sweet talk, your hot breath near his ear sending goosebumps all over his body.

"You like this Miguel- like me fucking you." You asked, watching as his whimpers and moans increased.

"Por favor no pares-," his legs wrapped around you, his hands feeling up and down your body as if making sure you were real, making sure you wouldn’t go anywhere.

Your thrust went faster and harder plunging into Miguel. His cock bounced with your thrust being neglected by stimulation leaking precum onto his stomach.

Your lips and hands wandered his body as words of praise fell from your mouth.

"You are such a good husband for me, fuck~ you're taking me so well," his hole tightened against your cock as he pressed his chest onto yours.

Your hands worshiped his body, treating it like porcelain. Go near the spot where he needed your touch the most but never fully.

"P- please." He gasped just a little more he needed this needed you to fuck him and worship him to take the guilt he had and make him forget even if it was for a little while.

A moan left his mouth as your hand grabbed his aching cock moving it with your thrust. "Come on baby cum with me."

And all too soon enough you came inside his reaching deep within him as your cum painted his hole. He bit your shoulder moaning and cumming with you as his thighs shook by the intense orgasm.

Was it wrong? Possibly, maybe, definitely. It's been five minutes since you fell asleep after another passionate night with Miguel.

How- why, why should something so wrong feel so right? He knew he had to give up the act, but nights like these, where you both could show your love for one another was something he lost, and now that you were back he didn't want it to leave.

You were his husband, his true love, and while he lost you in one world, you were here with him in another.

Nights where you would fuck Miguel were always his favorites. It was the time when he didn't care if he was right or wrong or crazy or sane he was with you and those thoughts that plagued him left his brain with every thrust every word his mind went numb.

If the end of the world was near

Where would you choose to be?

If there were five more minutes of air

Would you panic and hide?

Or run for your life?

Or stand here and spend it with me?

If we had five more minutes

Would I, could I, make you happy?

But then it happened again after spending the day with you and Gabriella. Something weird happened, everything around you started to crumble and disintegrate. He ran, holding onto you and Gabriella. Not again. He wouldn't lose you. He couldn't lose his new life, his new daughter, not now.

As he ran, Gabriella disappeared in his arms. He turned around, holding onto you tightly around your wrist.

"Miguel!"

"Well, be safe. We have to run." He said, not looking back. Tears fell from his face, sliding down his cheek. Five minutes and everything went quiet. He turned around only to see he was alone.

And with that, Miguel was alone again. He stood there sobbing and falling onto his knees for five whole minutes he sobbed but recomposed himself, trying to figure out what to do. Five minutes had passed, and the only thought on his mind was that he was back to square one alone and by himself.

So it finally came to pass

I saw the end of the world

Saw the madness unfold like

Some primal burial

And I looked back upon

Armageddon

And the moment of truth

Between you and me

Five years have passed and a lot has changed. He created his own organization filled with other spider people, each with their own story.

Then hope arose again a new spider person not just any but you, his mind went blank seeing the screen in front of him. Wearing a suit and taking out bad guys. Was this the universe's way of giving him a second chance? Were you made just for him? Did you have your own version of him? If so, could he take them out just like the last time?

The last thought in his mind echoed in his head. This time, it would be different, just five minutes. And with that, he opened a portal and stepped inside. Leaving his lab and getting ready to (stalk) recruit a new spider.

If we had five more minutes of air to breathe

And we cried all through it

But you spent them with me

On our last few drags of air, we agreed

I was, and you were happy

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havensins · 11 months

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may I request a Miguel with praise kink, just soft sex turned rough with some overstimulation and like,, claws and biting from both Miguel and reader :))

ahh i luv miguel </3 (tw. overstim)

i’m gonna preface this by saying; i don’t think miguel is a brat. i think he’s just so new to submission and not used to feeling so out of control that his conflicting emotions present themselves as being bratty or disobedient.

he truly wants to be good for you, but sometimes it’s hard :((( he’s trying to work through that and with how much he trusts you, it isn’t hard at all.

it wouldn’t be hard to notice how well he responds to praise. with the way he’d falter in whatever he’s doing and look to you for more.

even while you’re fucking into him with his thighs spread wide and his head thrown back into the pillows supporting his head, with you draping yourself over him so that you could whisper the filthiest things into his ear… with just a few words of praise, he’s clenching around you so tight & cumming onto his stomach.

and his mind can’t decipher when foggy pleasure that clouds his brain disperses and borders on painful, though he can feel every inch and every vein of you filling him up. he’s moaning out so loudly, his oversensitivity making tears gather at his waterline and threaten to fall.

his hands find your back, claws poking you as clumps of tears fall down his cheeks. “fuck! fuckfuckfuck..” he curses. he whimpers, burying his face into your shoulder as you’re urging him to yet another orgasm.

he makes an unintelligible sound when your teeth sink ever-so-slightly into the skin of his neck, keening and spurting out another load of cum.

“nnngh, too sens- sensitiveee!” he whines, mouth falling open as his warm breath puffs against your shoulder. “you- you got another one for me, fuck! don’t you?” you curse, grinding your hips up into his.

miguel was extremely tight and it didn’t help that your own loads were making the slide easier. the sounds were so fuckin’ sinful, the wet plap of your hips into his only egged you on even more.

you weren’t nearly done with him for the night, though miguel had no objections to any of your plans.

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l1tw1ck · 9 months

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The Fall of Spider-Man

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc!villain reader

🕷️ Word Count: 1,897 🕷️

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Lingerie, Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Crying, Corruption, Creampie, Nipple Play, Pregnancy Mention, Stockholm Syndrome (Kinda?)

Miguel’s eyes shoot open. He immediately analyzes his surroundings. He’s tied up and on the floor. He can't see anything but he can tell he’s wearing lingerie. He feels sick. His first instinct is to try and get out of his restraints but no matter how hard he tries, nothing happens. He’s powerless. How? Why? When? Where the hell is he? He looks around the dark room, stopping to look at a door. There's light coming from behind it and he can hear movements. Footsteps. Getting closer and closer.

“You’re awake! Good morning, Miguel.” You smile, turning the lights on before walking towards him. “How are you feeling?”

“Who are you?” He asks.

You give him your name. “The person who's going to defeat Spider-Man once and for all.” You grin. “Although my methods are a bit unconventional.” You chuckle.

Miguel keeps his mouth shut, waiting to hear what you have to say next. Your confidence scares him. It's not like he's never met a confident villain before, it's honestly less likely to meet an insecure one, but your confidence is scary. You know something he doesn't. He knows you're dangerous. He always chooses to fight but everything inside him is screaming to run away. It's not like he has the choice now though.

“Pretty soon, you’ll be my beautiful husband and the father of our children.” You kiss his forehead. His heart drops. “But first, I’m gonna have some fun with you.” You kneel down and caress his cheek. He grimaces in disgust. “Let me give you the play by play.” You push his lacy red panties aside. “First, I’m gonna play with this pretty pussy of yours and give it a lot of love.” You rub his clit. “Then, once I’m done, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you. I’ll make sure to go real slow, make you feel every inch of my cock.” You bring your fingers down to his entrance and push two of them in.

“Yo- you're sick.” He spits on you.

You wipe your cheek. “I didn't give you permission to speak, or spit.” You slap his cunt, earning a moan from him. “Watch yourself, Miguel.”

He looks at you angrily but doesn't say anything, too ashamed of the sound he just made and too afraid of the consequences to do so. You push your fingers in and out of his cunt, giving Miguel unwelcomed pleasure. “You like that?” You smirk, moving faster. He bites his lip to silence his moans. “I know you do. Even if you try to deny it, your body doesn't lie.”

He hates this so much.

“And then, I’ll pick up the pace. I’ll fuck you rough and hard. So rough that you won't be able to think. So hard that you’ll cry.” You push your fingers all the way in and thumb his clit, moving your fingers inside of him absentmindedly. He tries to fight against the pleasure but it's no use. He’s going to come.

“I’d love to see you cry.” You grin. He’s not going to cry. He might do a plethora of shameful things tonight but one thing he isn't going to do is cry. He refuses to. “I know you think it's impossible but it's not. And I can't wait to see you break.” You punctuate your last word with a hit to his g-spot. Miguel gasps, hips raising in the air as he squirts. Miguel looks down at himself in shame, cheeks burning hotter than a flame. He’s never done that before. He hates that you're the reason it happened. “Oh Miguel…” You let out a sharp breath.

You move in between his legs and dig into his wet cunt, slurping up his slick before tonguing his sensitive hole. Miguel squirms around in protest. Why does this feel so good? He wants to curse you out but he's worried about what you’ll do if he acts out. He feels terrible and so fucking good at the same time. He wants to kill you but he also doesn't want you to stop. He rolls his eyes back and squirts again, feeling extremely exhausted.

You pull away and stand up, stripping down to nothing. Miguel looks at your cock in horror. That's not going to fit! He desperately tries to get away but he can't do much in the position he's in.

“You’re really boosting my ego, Miguel.” You chuckle, kneeling back down and grabbing his waist. You pull him close to you so his thighs are on yours and your shaft is right against his cunt. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You look at him like the 5 star meal he is. You move him so that his pussy is sliding up and down your length, bringing the both of you pleasure.

He bares his fangs, showing you how angry he is without speaking. “Aw, you don't like this?” You frown, faking sympathy. “Or is it that you want something else?” You grin. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? You want me to finally fuck you?”

Miguel shakes his head rapidly. You move him backwards, just enough for you to be able to make an easier entrance. You point your tip against his clit, smearing pre cum over it and sliding down in between his folds. You tease him with your entrance, you're gently thrusting into him but only the tip is entering him. He can't stand the feeling. You eventually stop and slowly push your cock inside of him. You weren't exaggerating when you said he’d feel every inch of you. You’re practically tearing him apart with the way you’re stretching him out. You bite your lip, thoroughly enjoying his pussy. “I think I’m in heaven.”

If you’re in heaven, then Miguel’s in hell. You slowly slide in and out of him, reveling in his wet warmth. “That's right baby, sit back and take it like the pretty little slut you are.” You place your hand over the bulge of your cock on his stomach, enjoying the way it feels as you move and how sexy he looks with his tummy bulging. “You’re doing so good for me, you know that? Doing so well…”

He doesn't want to be good for you. He doesn't want you to enjoy this. If he wasn't afraid of the consequences he’d curse you out. You rub his clit gently, causing his breathing to turn shallow. “I wanna feel you come..” You mutter. “Come for me, baby.”

He grits his teeth, trying to stop himself from giving you what you want but it's too difficult. He can't hold back. It all feels too good, his pussy feels way too good, he can't do anything to prevent this. He shuts his eyes and comes, walls fluttering around your length. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel. You may be prickly but at least you know how to follow orders.” You caress his cheek. He turns away from your touch. “Even after all that…you're still trying to keep up this facade?” You pull away and turn him onto his stomach. “You won't be able to pretend any longer, Miguel.” You raise his ass in the air and plunge your length fully into him. He gasps. Miguel doesn't even get a minute to adjust to the new position thanks to you suddenly pounding into him. He rolls his eyes back, letting out uncontrollable moans as you fuck the shame out of him. He can barely think over the explicit sounds of your hips snapping against his ass and the loud wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his sensitive pussy. You're going too fast for him to even try and act like he doesn't like it. He’s always had a thing for being treated roughly and you're fulfilling his need for it. You pull on his hair, causing him to let out an almost scream-like moan as he squirts.

“Fu- fuck-” He feels tears welling up in his eyes as you continue fucking him through his orgasm.

“‘M gonna give you the child you always wanted, Miguel.” You fuck him even rougher than before, chasing your orgasm. Tears flow rapidly from Miguel’s eyes, as if there was a blockage that contained all his tears and prevented him from crying all these years. He sobs, crying loudly as you overwhelm him with pleasure. It feels good but it's too much, he can't handle it. He loves it but he needs it to stop. “Ah, I love hearing you cry..” You slow down your thrusts and dump your load inside of him. Miguel uses this break to finally catch his breath and calm down.

“Aw, was it too much for you, baby?” You coo, rubbing your hand down his back.

Miguel nods. “Ple- please..” He whimpers.

You pull out and turn him around. You pick him up and sink him down on your cock. You place your hands on his waist and kiss his cheek. “You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” You caress his face gently. He sniffles, not sure how to feel about that. You press your lips against his, kissing him slowly and sensually. Miguel reciprocates the kiss, following your tongue movements and subconsciously grinding down on your cock. He feels a little less stimulated than before. He feels like he's about to have an orgasm that’ll never come and somehow it feels good. He doesn't know how he feels about you now but you make him feel good, and thanks to the current state of mind he's in now, that's all that matters.

You pull away from the kiss and pepper kisses down his throat and to his chest. You undo the clip in the middle of his bra, causing the two cups to separate and reveal his breasts. You latch onto his nipple, sucking it gently while your hand goes to pull and twist on the other one. Miguel whimpers in pleasure. His nipples are so sensitive, he’ll definitely come from this. “mmh..” Miguel grinds down harder as he orgasms, his pussy clenching and unclenching around your length. You pull away from his nipple, your saliva dripping down the brown bud.

He still despises you but he knows he'll be stuck with you from now on. He’ll eventually learn to love you.

Miguel turns on the radio as he starts cooking breakfast. The reporter talks about all the crime going on in the city and he doesn't seem to care, even though he’s back to normal and completely autonomous, he has no intention of going out to fight. He wants to stay home with you. The Spider Society’s been trying to contact him but he's ignored all their calls. He only leaves the house for dates and groceries, why would he go anywhere without you? He loves you so much, he wants to stay by your side as much as he can. Nobody seems to understand it but he doesn't care to explain it to them. Peter B. and Jessica have been trying to convince Miguel to come back and many spider people have tried to kill you but to no avail. He doesn't want to come back, especially not when they're trying to kill his beloved. He’s perfectly content with where he is now and he can't wait to have his first child with you.

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incculum · 9 months

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miguel just trying to be the dom in all his relationships until he meets you, he becomes a sobbing mess and his knees go weak just by the sight of you. 😩😩

I am back almost a month later with a new theme .. so sorry for keeping you waiting for this

(I hope it isn't too out of character but I will make Miguel cry a little, either way).

You knew Miguel had his eyes on you since you joined the society. It was hard not to notice when it was mutual.

When he finally approached you, you let him play his little game as he pressed you against the wall and nipped at your lip. You stayed silent whenever he froze in response to your hands on his body.

You let Miguel straddle your hips and watched him bounce on his fingers before pressing the head of your cock against his prepped hole. You knew his façade would slip soon — he couldn't even make eye contact with you.

Your hands fly to Miguel's waist when his legs look like they're about to give out. He pries your hands off of him and presses them beside your head, to the wall your back rests against. "N-no touching.." He stutters out through groans.

"You don't sound very confident." You hiss when Miguel's claws dig into your wrists. He doesn't respond verbally. He closes his eyes for a moment and slowly pushes himself back up, until the head of your cock is barely caught onto his rim. He drops down and groans when your cockhead presses against his prostate before gliding past, filling him up. He tries to repeat the process, and you watch him, "your thighs are shaking, Miguel."

Miguel slumps against you and loosens the grip he has on your wrists, "...I'm sorry."

You pull your hands free and grip his hair, pulling his head back, "I didn't catch that."

Miguel swallows and screws his eyes shut when you force him to make eye contact with you, "I'm sorry!"

"Are you? Look at me, Miguel." He finally looks at you and you find yourself smiling despite the faint sting of your wrists.

"Swear! I swear I'm sorry!" He spits out with his eyebrows knitted together. He really looks like he's about to cry.

You don't reply and push him until his back is against the floor. You pull your hips back and thrust forward, keeping your eyes trained on Miguel's. Your cock keeps hitting his battered prostate and Miguel can't keep himself from locking his legs around your waist when you wrap a hand around his cock. He cums almost immediately with a moan he tries to keep in by biting his lip. Your movements don't let up and Miguel doesn't know what to do with himself when you keep fisting his overstimulated cock.

He tucks his face into his elbow. You pause when you hear a sniffle.

"Are you crying?"

Miguel stiffens and he tilts his head back further, still hiding his face, "No.. No, I'm not," he says, but the warble in his voice gives him away.

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yourftmfriend · 10 months

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I can imagine Miguel biting reader and his venom leads to them becoming paralyzed and leads to Miguel fucking himself on readers cock or face.-🥭

aw i can just imagine it. he didn’t bite you on purpose. for sure. but he sure as hell enjoyed how he can use you like this. he’d just ride your face to no end as you couldn’t even struggle with his venom in your veins. his clit against your nose as he grinded himself on your face desperately, in hopes of reaching his high. he’d grasp your hair, pulling and playing with it. once he came on your face he’d move onto your dick. it was still hard as he slid it in. you could feel him holding onto your chest as he jumped up and down your cock. he kept muttering curses under his breath in both Spanish and English. sure you hated not being able to touch him but you admit the sight was heavenly. he tried so hard to cum without your touch, playing with his clit and nipples while he jumped up and down on your dick but his poor little body couldn’t handle all the stimulation. he latched onto your neck to keep his moans in, trying not to bite you again considering your situation. he wouldn’t ever admit but he needs your touch to actually cum. he just claims that he doesn’t need you to cum-is what started this all in the first place-. once he came for the second time he lifted himself up your cock just to collapse onto your chest. you are definitely going to get back on him for that one.

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volttrashz · 29 days

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˖°☁️.☆🥛𝘾𝙊𝙒𝙎 𝙂𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙊🥛☆.☁️°˖

cw: ₊₁₈ᴍᴅɴɪ. ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴅᴜʙᴄᴏɴ(?). ᴛɪᴛꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ. ᴘᴇᴛɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ(ʙʀɪᴇꜰ.) ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ. ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀꜱ ʟᴜʙᴇ. ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴘɪᴇ. ɢʀᴏᴘɪɴɢ. ʙᴇʟʟʏ ʙᴜʟɢᴇ. ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍꜱ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ(ꜱ) ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ. ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ/ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ /ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ. ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ (ꜱʟᴏᴡʙᴜʀɴ) ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ <3

✦ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴜʙ!ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ!ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ ʜᴀʀᴀ x ᴅᴏᴍ!ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ!ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ!

ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ: ʀᴇᴛɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙɪᴅ ꜰᴀʀᴇᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɪʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴄʜɪʟᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏꜱᴛᴀʟɢɪᴀ; ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴛɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴇꜱᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɢɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ-ᴜɴʀɪᴠᴀʟᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ, ʙᴏᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴘᴀʀᴀʟʟᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʀɴɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ.

ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴜᴘᴏɴ ꜱᴀᴍᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀꜱᴛᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜰʟᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ʟᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʟᴏʀɪᴇꜱ.

ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ᴀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛɪʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ɢʟᴏʀʏ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴇᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ.

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ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ—ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ-ꜰᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴊᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ, ᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ. ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜʀᴅʏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴜʀ, ʜᴇ ᴇx��ᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɴQᴜɪʟɪᴛʏ. ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅᴅɪꜱʜ-ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ɢʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ, ʜɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴠɪɴᴇ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ.

ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɢɴɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ᴜʀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.

ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴇxᴘʟɪᴄᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.

ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ? ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ? ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ: ʙᴇꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ, ɢᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ.

ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ; ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴊᴏʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴍʙ, ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʟʟꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇᴅ.

ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴜꜱʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

"ᴡᴏᴡ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇʀ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ," ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ʜɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱɪʟʟʏ.

ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴛʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ; ɴᴏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ.

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ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴇɴᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴠɪɴᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴇɴꜱᴜʀɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʙᴇɪɴɢ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ.

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴡᴀᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜰᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ, ᴡɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪʟᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ. ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ɴᴜʙꜱ, ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴍᴏᴏꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀɴ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜰᴜʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ,ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.

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ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ,

ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ʙᴀᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ. ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.

ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇᴅ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛꜰᴜʟ ɢᴀᴢᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

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ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ'ꜱ ᴡʜɪɴʏ ᴍᴏᴏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴍɪʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀʟᴏʀ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ɴᴜʙꜱ, ʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀɪʙʙʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴘᴏᴘ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴅᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ, ᴜɴᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇʟᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴀꜰᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛꜱ. ʀᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏʙꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ.

ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜꜱᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜰꜰʏ ʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ. ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ꜱʜɪᴠᴇʀꜱ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜰꜰʏ ʀɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ, "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ," ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀɪɴ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱɴɪꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɴᴏᴅꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴛ. ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴜɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠᴇɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴀɴ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. ʜɪꜱ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇꜱᴛ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢᴇᴅ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜɪᴍ.

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴘʟᴜɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴀꜱᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴍ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ꜱᴋɪɴ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀʟᴏʀ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴀꜱᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴏᴀɴ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏʀꜱᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴏᴜʙᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. "ʟᴏᴏᴋ," ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴏᴇᴅ, "ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ, ʙᴀʙʏ." ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɢɢʟᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀɪʟ ᴡᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

ɪɴᴄᴏʜᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪᴘ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴀᴅ, ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ!

a/n: you can tell where i stop grammar checking lol . sorry for the long wait! repost would be heavily appreciated <3

tags: @nesli26 @chikai-k

#sub character #atsv smut #miguel o'hara x male reader #bottom miguel o'hara x male reader #top male reader #atsv miguel #miguel smut #seme male reader

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pastelclovds · 11 months

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That Werewolf!Spiderman!Reader had me thinking of a scenario where Reader goes through heat cycles once a year or something so to avoid any accidents they decide to lock themselves away in a cage at Spider Society HQ until their heat cycles ends. Of course as leader Miguel got a key and he may decide to give their resident Werewolf a hole to breed for the meantime to "calm them down."

Like he goes down to the cage, gets in and locks the door behind him, and just lets Werewolf!Reader use him like a sex toy for the next few hours. Once Reader is tuckered out, Miguel limps out and does the same thing the next day until Reader's heat cycle eventually ends.

i can just imagine miguel using the excuse that because he is the leader, he has the responsibility of taking care of your every need. whether it was health, food, exercise and sexual needs, he wanted to be the only one to personally take care of you.

and no one bats an eyes. nobody would ever guess their serious, strong leader to present his lubbed up asshole to you like a whore. Nor would they have guessed that he would let out such loud, uncontrollable moans as your tip continuously abuses his prostate. and they would never know that the miguel o'hara begged to have your knot and warm cum deep inside him, to get him pregnant, to make him take your hard thrusts, to make him cry around your cock like a bitch.

the spider society would never know that miguel is a slut for you.

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miguel-owhora · 5 months

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thinking about stepdad!miguel being married to your parent but being obsessed with you. he tries to get close to you but you're not about that life, disliking him and spending more time at college than at home, but the days you're back at your childhood home, miguel steals your briefs. he sniffs your heavy musk and sucks them as he fingers his pussy, rubbing and flicking his swollen cock, fucking his wet and sloppy hole with his fingers, wishing it was your cock instead.

eventually, miguel has enough, and drugs you. you're knocked out, deep in sleep, when miguel pulls down your briefs and gets thrown out of the world when he sees your big, fat cock. fuck, he doesn't wait and sinks down on your cock, drooling and crying as he bounces on your cock, milking you, squirting, creaming.

by the end, miguel has to clean you up on shaky limbs and a pussy full of your cum. he gives your cockhead a sweet kiss and then your own kiss, straight on your lips.

nothing changes, miguel still tries to become close to you, you still ignore him, but 9 months later, there's a cold feeling that spreads through your veins. your parent is oblivious, joyous that they have another child, blabbering about how your new sibling looks so much like you.

#i want stepdad miguel #i need stepdad miguel #miguel.txt #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x top male reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut

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lieutnt · 6 months

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I blame @rodolfoparras & @miguel-owhora

cw: trans!miguel baby trapping you

thinking about trans!miguel baby trapping you. when he first recruits you to the spider-society he’s enamoured, and it only takes a few weeks before he’s riding your cock, the idea in his head that only you can give him the family he wants - but you insist on wearing a condom every time, unaware of just how deep his infatuation already runs.

miguel waits until you’ve pulled out of him and discarded the used condom and about to get another one he asks if you’ll go get him a drink of water. you do without a doubt, asking if he's ok, if he wants anything else because that’s just the person you are - kind, considerate, and any trace of doubt vanishes as you disappear out of the room. miguel quickly scrambles into action, poking holes into the condoms before you can get back.

when you do he accepts the drink gratefully, taking a few minutes to rest while you flop down on your back next to him. once he’s recovered (although he doesn’t really need to recover, not when he’d let you fuck him until he passed out) he’s settling between your thighs, taking you in his mouth until you’re hard again and he moves to straddle you, not forgetting to roll down one of the condoms on your cock before he’s sinking down on you.

he rides you with a renewed vigour that has you cumming fast, hips bucking up to chase the wet heat of his cunt and you can’t even tell when your cum starts to leak out of the hole, brain too busy firing on all cylinders as he tumbles over the edge with you, grinding your cock against his walls as they pulse and clench around you.

when he pulls off you and you see the broken condom you panic but miguel is quick to assure you, swearing that he’s on birth control. the night ends there but it’s already too late.

he approaches you a few weeks later, herding you into his office and shutting the doors before handing you a positive pregnancy test. he attempts to make himself look as nervous as possible, rambling that he doesn't know how it happened. he waits to gauge your reaction but you put the test down and pull his hands into yours, “it’s up to you to decide, i’ll support you no matter what.”

cut to a couple months later and miguel can’t stop smiling in bed, sinking into the feeling of you sleeping pressed against his back as your hand cradles his growing belly.

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bonus: the pregnancy hormones have miguel convincing you that since he’s already pregnant you can fuck him raw as much as you want, eyes rolling back in pleasure when you mumble in his ear about how you’ll put another baby in him as your seed overflows from his puffy cunt

#miguel o'hara #trans!miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x male reader #male reader #top reader #top male reader #spiderverse #lieutnts drabbles #lieutnts writings

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slowbison · 10 months

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Could you write reader Fucking Miguel and leaving him full of cum and desperate while having a cage on getting so desperate and needy and then making him go to meetings and patrols

And could it be villain reader

a/n: your mind is yummyyyy, never thought of villain reader. well i kinda did, but ur's activated a deep part of my brain that was like yeahh this one. anyway, hope ya like :]

Bottom! Miguel O'Hara x Villain! Male Reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: humiliation, anal sex, butt plug, chastity device (cock cage), smut

“We really should go out on a date sometime, hm?” You said, rolling your hips with a particularly sharp thrust into the trembling man. The man was bent over a desk, claws gripping the desk and kept spewing out broken cries as you fucked him.

“Please let me cum, I-I can’t take it anymore.. please!” He begged, wailing as you continued to rock in him.

Your eyes darkened and grabbed the back of his head, rubbing his head into the desk. “I warned you Spidey not to be late or I’ll blow up everyone in that damned bank,” You leaned down, snarling in his ear and picked up the pace, fucking him harder into the desk.

Miguel arched his back and a silent cry escaped his mouth, clenching around your cock harder. He could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head as you continued your relentless pace, digging your hand into his head and hips. You groaned at the feeling of his tight ass, sucking you in deeper. “Haha, it’s a good thing that Nueva’s number one whore will do anything to protect them, right darling?”

Shame and arousal coursed within Miguel as you reminded the man how he got to this predicament.

It had been another night of patrolling Nueva York, he was alone this time around which meant his pace of dealing with criminals slowed. During one of his fights, he forgot the arrangement made between you and him on meeting at a specific location. He only realized after the fight, hearing a loud explosion in the distance that you were upset at his delayed arrival. Making his way as fast as he could, he found you standing at the top of a bank, detonator in hand. Spider-Man knew that only the left side of the bank that had no civilian’s was blown and he revealed himself, carefully walking closer to you and the tied up woman at his feet.

“Oh! Spider-Man, so good of you to finally join us,” You sneered at him, stepping over the hostage under your foot.

“V/n, let the girl go. It’s me that you want, not her.”

You huffed at the man and picked up the woman off the floor by her hair, shoving the detonator in her face. She cried harder and screamed every time the button was slightly pressed up against her cheek, desperately staring at the hero. “Unfortunately, I’m not interested in pets that refuse orders” You spoke plainly, moving your hand to the woman’s face, gripping it in your palm. “Maybe I should take this one and train it properly, hm? She’d make a fine slut don’t you think?” You purred, wiping the woman’s tears away with your thumb as she cried harder.

Miguel was about to take another step before you angrily jabbed the detonator in his direction.

“One more fucking step and everyone blows up right now, stay back.” You hissed, the woman began to tremble more and pleaded to be let go. “Look what you’ve done Spidey! The poor lamb is so scared”

“You can do anything you want with me, just let her go V/n.”

“Anything?” You mused.

“Heh, fine then. Catch,” You laughed, shoving the detonator in the woman's mouth and throwing her off the building. Miguel jumped to save her, wrapping his arms around her and landed on the floor. Taking the device out of her mouth, quickly disarming it before looking back up, only to find you had disappeared.

Gritting his teeth, Miguel went to chase after you, leaving the woman and the police force to handle the rest of the situation. He caught up to you, jumping from rooftops and hovering cars before slipping through an alleyway.

Still hot on your tail, Miguel clawed on the walls of the alley, but felt a strong tug on his foot that slammed him into an old abandoned office, a dark snicker coming from above him. Miguel felt his anger rising and began trading blows with you. Punching you square on the face while you kicked at his side, watching as he tumbled into a corner. He growled, claws protruding as he pounced at you once more, blocking his claws with your knife.

The fight continued for some time, both of men bleeding from cuts and bruised from the battle. You had the hero’s chest pinned against the desk and arms clasped in your grip, rutting against his ass, groaning at the feeling. Miguel returning your grinding with his own, stifled a low whine behind his clenched teeth hoping to stop any noises from escaping. You laughed at his attempt to stop himself from giving you the pleasure that he enjoyed your toying.

“Why hide that you’re enjoying this slut? If you give me your ass, I could do much more than just this, darling” You cooed, giving him a particular strong thrust, a small whine slipping past his lips.

“Or should I disable it for you?”

Miguel craned his neck to look at you and tensed, before the pixels covering his ass dissipated, revealing that he had nothing on underneath. You grinned, slithering your hand from his arms to grab a handful of his cheeks. “Not even wearing anything decent underneath, you really love to give easy access to anyone that promises to fuck you” You said, kneading the mound in your hands then slapping it, repeating the action a few more times. Each slap eliciting a small groan or moan that got progressively louder as you hit harder.

“Don’t mind if I do then, doll.”

Was all Miguel remembered as for the next few minutes you began your assault on him. Eating and pounding his ass into the hard desks while he tried, but failed to maintain some dignity as if he wasn’t just some shameless whore moaning and begging for one of the city's notorious villains. Leading to the current situation where he’s been begging to cum after you’ve denied his requests multiple times, citing that he should just be a good whore and take what he gets.

Your breath hitched as you mercilessly pounded into him, soon to reach your own pleasure. Miguel let out a wanton cry as his vision turned white, body trembling, trying to contain his desire to cum all over the desk. The sight of how the man squirms underneath you spurs you on, balls tighten as you fucked into him as roughly as you could.

Miguel begging slurred as he barely managed any coherent word. Leading to the quivering man’s orgasm wrenched from him with a drawled moan, spilling all over the desk with some dripping to the floor. Realizing that he failed to adhere to your command, he clenched around your shaft in hopes for your forgiveness.

You grit your teeth at the action and thrusted harder, slamming into the man continuously then stilled as your cum coated his walls. Letting out a deep groan as emptied inside, determined to fill him full. Miguel pitifully whined at the feeling, even more so when you left. You returned with a plug in your hand and eased it into him, hearing him softly groan at the intrusion.

Miguel began to catch his breath, loosening his grip on the desk now that he no longer needed to hold on for life at the force of your thrusts.

“Oh don’t relax just yet doll, we’re not done here” You grinned, flipping him on his back. Miguel didn’t put up a fight as you manhandled him, only getting curious when he felt cold metal encase his flaccid cock.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Miguel hissed at the cold feeling, lifting his body off the desk to get a better look.

“I’ve decided to extend our little session together Spidey, extending your punishment” You muttered, adjusting the chastity device around his cock, a pleased hum as it fit perfectly. The man grabbed your other hand that held the key and met his gaze.

“I have no use for a pet that doesn’t listen to orders, much less one that disobeys” You stated, grabbing the man’s face. His mask hid his expression, but you could feel his conviction from your words. Releasing your hand from his grasp and over his caged dick, aligning the key at the top with the lock. “So then, will you accept your punishment and wait for orders or do I have to use extreme measures?” You spoke lowly, bored eyes staring into the hero.

Miguel bit his lip in thought, “If I wear that, don’t terrorize the city for the week, promise that.”

“Trying to set demands with me? You really need to know your place” You tutted, giving him a sly smile before continuing, “Fine, since you’re the best free slut in this city.” You chuckled darkly and slipped the key into the lock, pocketing the key.

“Clean yourself up, your little spider friends should be arriving soon. Be good until then, pet.” You warned, escaping through a door, leaving the man to make himself presentable before he could be caught. Just as he was about finished, the wall busted open as the Scarlet Spider and Spider Woman arrived.

“That was a perfect dramatic entrance, now where’s the V/n. I’ll trap him with my amazing biceps, maybe get some work in with my quads, while you back me up.” Ben rasped, flexing his arms and scanned around the room.

“He got away,” Miguel snapped, turning to leave, a slight limp noticeable as he walked.

“You alright there? Seems like he had you good if you're walking like that” Jess asked, watching as the man tensed and straightened his back. “You can ride with me if you want.”

“No thanks, I’m fine. Let’s just get back to HQ and finish up the meeting for today” Miguel said, jumping out of the wall. He groaned as he could feel the plug nested so deeply inside and grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning.

Ben huffed, upset that there wasn’t going to be any action and followed behind, Jess riding along besides him.

Once at headquarters, Miguel could barely think straight as he desperately tried not to think about how full he felt with your cum still warm. He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to let out a needy whine in front of everyone. Worse when he felt his dick twitching at the thought yet was confined in its cage. It served to remind him of how he was under your mercy and only you could decide to give him relief. Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, helplessly trying to will his boner away while a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.

“You alright Miguel? If it’s about V/n, we’re sure to catch him next time buddy.” Peter softly spoke, Mayday tilting her head at the anguished expression on his face. Not wanting to draw more attention to himself, he calmly stated to the father, “I’m fine Peter, I’ll handle it on my own.”

Peter wanted to say more, but Miguel stood and walked to the front of the office to give an overview of the current state of the multiverse. He had hoped it would distract him from any thoughts surrounding V/n and how he wanted nothing more than to track down the man, kneeling at his feet.

The sentiment continued as he returned back to the city on patrol, hoping to find the villain as he could feel his cock stirred in its cage. He wasn’t alone this time and was joined by the Spectacular Spider-Man much to his chagrin. They had heard a man’s terrified screams that led them to a group of thugs giving him a beat down.

Miguel and the young Peter Parker had assumed that it would be a relatively simple job as they were just average thugs. But as the fight continued with only two down and three more to go, they realized they were much tougher than anticipated. Still, nothing they can’t handle. Then they heard a deep, menacingly laugh coming from above, one that Miguel knew all too well.

“V/n!” Miguel and Peter yelled. Watching the man smile and bowed to greet his audience.

“Pleasure to be of service, though I’m only interested in one of you spiders yelling my name.” You purred, eyes locking onto Miguel’s, even if you couldn’t see his eyes.

“Boss! Don’t worry about these guys, I’ll take care of them” Peter said as he threw one of the henchmen into the wall. “You chase after him! I’ll take care of the guy who's hurt too.”

Miguel nodded and crawled up to the roof, chasing after the man once more. A mixture of anger that his heroic side wanted to capture you and put you in prison where you belong, but an overwhelming desire to continue where they left off.

He watched as you turned the corner and slipped into an opened window. Carefully coming up to the small entrance, he squeezed in and stood inside the apartment. There was rustling coming from a door down the hall and silently crept towards the noise. Peering into the door was V/n lighting a candle with a match and flicking the dead stick into a corner, a pleasant aroma filling the air.

“It’s good that it’s just you here, I’d hate for us to be rudely interrupted” You said, turning the lamp on the dresser on before sitting on the chair across from the bed. Miguel disabled his location and sent a quick message to young Peter not to worry about him. He was about to walk into the room when you shook your head, tutting your lips at him.

“Crawl,” You demanded.

Miguel was apprehensive about doing such a degrading act, but with his cock starting to beg for the man’s attention, the pain and arousal of being trapped in a cage swept over him. You pat your thigh as he slowly get's down on his hands and knees, crawling to you. He felt so humiliated even if there was no one around, making him clench around the plug.

Once he was nestled between your legs, you murmured a gentle “Good boy” and softly petted his head, as if he was your loving pet, a dog begging for attention. Clasping your hand at the back of his head, you shoved his face into your dick bulging in your pants. Miguel felt part of his anger reignite, wanting to curse you out in Spanish, but his body betrayed him and a low whine emerged from his throat.

Pixels dissipated from his mask, allowing only his mouth available and began to mouth at your cock, hoping to please you. It only fueled his embarrassment and shame as he kept letting out needy moans, acting like some cheap whore for a man who should be put behind bars.

You chuckled at his pathetic state and watched as the man who denied that he enjoys being treated as such, didn’t even realize he began to hump your leg. Moving his head away, you unbuckle your belt and pull your cock free from his restraints, something the man longed for as well.

“C’mon then” you paused, watching Miguel look up at you. Behind the mask covering his eyes, you could feel his lustful gaze through it and grinned, licking your lips.

“Get back to work, whore.”

You were going to have fun breaking him.

a/n: not all that sure if anyone would be exactly interested, but part of V/n was inspired by the Joker. but like fanfiction joker, if that makes sense which prolly doesn’t. the types where he’s like crazy but like doing just enough to keep the villain title going so Batman keeps going for him. well at least from the ones I’ve read, heheh.

up next: reader request! leon s kennedy x top male reader. leon and reader, top of the academy students and fierce rivals. must learn to work together to rescue ashley from the insane cult. god bless her soul if she's got to deal with those angry horny dogs.

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topmalereaderblog · 9 months

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I'm not 100% percent sure if this request follows the rules so lemme know. but could you do a bottom male reader TOPPING miguel o'hara for the first time? like he isn't a dom by any means so Miguel has to guide and tell him what he wants him to do. and the reader's probably nervous because he doesn't want to break Miguel's ass xDD

Miguel O'Hara // Mature Thoughts⚠️

Imagine: First times are always weird, but they do hold a lot of passion, and it's no different for Miguel and you.

"Okay, mi amor carful," Miguel said, trying to help you as much as possible. It was gonna be your first time topping, and you were by far the clueless person when it came to this.

"I am. I'm trying to make sure I don't hurt you."

"You're not gonna hurt me, mi vida. I'm a Spiderman, too, just take it easy and relax."

"Okay, now let's start small prepping. Get the lube and stretch me out slowly," Miguel could see your hesitation, but you listened to him regardless you trusted him. He felt your fingers circling his hairy hairy hole and push in "mierda~."

Miguel said with gritted teeth as his head fell back against. You could feel him clench around your finger he was warm you and you were starting to get excited. You moved your fingers, trying to pick up a pace.

Miguel moved his hips, trying to match your fingers stretching and thrusting inside him.

"Okay, love, I'm ready," Miguel was breathing heavily as you took out your fingers front him. You carrful lined your cock with his hole and pushed in. You moaned at the tightness and gripped onto Miguel as you bottom out inside your hairy balls, resting in his hairy ass.

"That's it, love estás asiendo un buen trabajo solo relájate," you could feel him move his hand across your back you nordeste and pulled out slowly you thrusted inside him with a little bit of force.

"That's it baby just like that," Miguel said closing his eyes your.

So, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping on skin. Your moans bounced off the walls as the pace you set was brutal. You couldn't help it the way Miguel warm walls stretched around you was pleasurable.

"C'mon estoy cerca mi amor más profavor don't stop," you could feel Miguel's hairy legs wrap around your hips pulling you closer.

"Miguel necesito- need to-," you felt your lips smash against Miguel. He could feel your groans as he kissed you.

"Inside baby cum inside me but not yet I'm so close Okay can you do that for me," Miguel asked pulling away from your lips he saw you nod as you pulled him in another kiss this time more desperate and filled with need.

"That's it, c'mon, so close, baby fucking hell~," Miguel came his warm walls tightening around your length triggering your owns orgasm. It felt too much that you continued to thrust through your orgasm feeling overly sensitive.

As both your orgasm came to and end, you looked at each other, trying to catch your breaths. You felt his hand on your cheek soothing you "you did good amor."

You didn't have energy much to talk opting to lay your head down on his hairy pecs nodding in agreement. "I wanna try again b- but later."

"Okay, baby, rest." And with that, you did you didn't even notice you were still buried inside Miguel feeling too sensitive to pull out. After a while, you both feel asleep, your bodies recovering for the next round.

Authors note: thank you for requesting you were right it doesn't follow the rules but I saw this more as a mature thought so I allowed it.

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cloudyzeusy · 6 months

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You're Mine Now ||

pairing: miguel o'hara X top reader

warning: stepdad, cheating

Imagine DILF Miguel O'Hara he is your new stepdad yet you've completely turned him into your bitch.

When you first met him you knew that he was the one - he was your newest conquest. You started off slow just casually making suggestive comments to him but he would just laugh it off.

You then started to leave the door open while you were jerking off, walk around in just boxers and touch him sensually. The first time it happened he would tell you off but then you began to notice that his gaze lingered longer on you and he began just accepting it,

You don't really care that this is your mom's boyfriend eventually she's going to break up with him so you might as well swoop in now and take him for yourself.

Back to present day he's your freeuse slut. You make him take you anywhere while he's cooking you sneak up behind you and grope his boobs. Or you fuck him while he's on the phone with your mom.

He just moans and takes it he only stops you when he can hear your mom appearing.

Even despite that you don't care you'd gladly fuck him infront of him your mom but you don't want to upset Miguel. He's not quite as an exhibitionist as you the furthest he's let you go is eating him from under the table or making him give a blowjob when your mom was talking to you.

But you knew you would get to that point soon and when you did you would make him your housewife and move to your new home.

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havensins · 11 months

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surely a miguel riding reader please and THANK YOU YOU’RE A GOD SEND 👀👀

(tw slight feminization)

i can just see it now; you having a lap full of miguel, riding you as if he got paid for it. both of his hands would be close together on your chest as he cried out everytime he let himself drop back down.

your hands would find their way to his hips and his cock would drip precum down his shaft and onto your stomach as he got closer and closer to an orgasm.

“i can tell you’re getting close, princess.” you’d murmur, squeezing his waist. with how tight he was, you knew he wasn’t far from toppling over the edge. the way he clenched around you felt like pure heaven.

his eyes would blur with tears that soon fell, and after a while he’d have plump tears streaming down his cheeks as your cock punched moan after moan out of him.

“‘m gonna come, love, please let me? i’ve been good haven’t i? your g-good princess?” he rambles, voice raspy and cracked from misuse. you grinned, “go ahead then princess, you’ve been so good for me,” you praise, and he keens.

“fuck, yesss!” he whimpers, breathing harshly as his cock spurts ropes of cum over your and his stomaches. he slows down, and a guttural moan makes it way out of his throat as you thrust up into him.

“i still haven’t cum yet, k-keep going.”

he’d shudder, chewing on his lips and still obeying you. “yes sir,” he squeals, his second orgasm not far off as your cock repeatedly presses against his prostate.

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l1tw1ck · 9 months

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I want to fck pregnant Miguel so bad, maybe a short aftermath of the last fic would be fine

3 Months

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc reader

AFAB Language Used | [Part One]

i don't normally write characters that are already pregnant nor do i take requests when they're closed but god i had to write this 😭 i was planning on adding it to the original fic but i forgot....💀 anyways, enjoy!

CW: Past Non-Con, Pregnant Miguel, Table Sex, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Lactation, Dumbification, Overstimulation, Creampie

You hug Miguel from behind as he’s grabbing a plate from the table, rubbing your boner against his ass to let him know your intentions. “Dinner was great, honey, but I think I want dessert too.” You pull his panties down and sink down to your knees. You bury your face in his cunt, indulging in your sweet and wet dessert. Miguel lets out a slutty moan and grips the edges of the table. He moans your name, voice coming out as breathy and desperate. “Fuck..” He lowers his head as your tongue enters his hole and your finger circles his clit. His whines are music to your ears and encouragement to keep going.

You don't stop until his squirts, giving you a delicious refreshment.

You sit Miguel on the table, planning to clean it up afterwards, and sink your cock into his pussy. He can't describe how good it feels when you enter him, it's almost euphoric. Almost as good as when you come inside him. He loves you so much now. He’s started to lactate and he often feels sore, it's your job to take care of that. You bring your mouth to his nipple, gently sucking on it while your hand massages his other breast. You slowly push in and out of him as you do so. Miguel leans his head back, letting out soft and sexy moans.

He whimpers your name, about to come even faster than normal. His nipples are so much more sensitive than before. You pull away and lick his nipple, getting the excess milk before moving to his other breast. Miguel’s breathing becomes labored as he gets close to an orgasm, letting out a loud whine as he comes.

Miguel moves back onto the table as per your instructions. You grab his legs and raise them in the air, using them to thrust into him. He grins, moaning even louder than before. The table shakes violently as you fuck him. Your aggressiveness is already making him lose his mind. He can't focus on anything except the pleasure he feels. He’s practically mindless. Ever since your first time together, it’s been getting progressively easier to make him get into this state. Make him come a few times and he’s gone. It made it easy to manipulate him. You lean over and kiss him. Thanks to muscle memory, he kisses you back. He feels as if a wave of electricity just ran through his body, from his chest and down to his cunt, causing him to orgasm again. Like always, you don't stop. The both of you love overstimulating him. He likes how fuzzy his brain gets and how he completely loses control, how you always have to help him after sex because he can't do anything on his own. He likes giving up his body to you.

Your thrusts eventually come to a stop as you finally fill Miguel up with your cum. “‘M gonna have twins..” He giggles. You smile at how dumb he is now. He’s so different from the Miguel you kidnapped. He’s better.

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narcissistshandler · 9 months

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request:

reader jokingly puts a bell on miguel o’hara since he approaches so quietly he tends to startle you and the other spiders. he tolerates it because the humor improves work morale

little did he know that the bell will be jingling all night as you fuck him mercilessly

𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x miguel o'hara

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab! reader, bottom! miguel, public blowjob, anal sex, saliva used as a lubricant, consensual suffocation, breath play, implied reader being a spider. minors dni.

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 my archive of editable images of miguel is over, accept this random edit then. I used a lot of words that I don't know very well, so please let me know if I've used something wrong

It was hard to hear anything but the unbearable jingling of the silver bell reverberating through his sensitive hearing; the little ball of iron inside the round shape swayed with fairy clinks where it was attached to the leather strap that tightened around his neck. A joke, had been how Miguel interpreted the unusual gift you said laughing that it was to know when he approached. A lame joke, but still, he let you close the noisy choker around his neck and accepted the kiss you pressed against his lips pursed in annoyance.

During the day, when the spiders shared laughter and a fun that Miguel didn't understand at the gift you gave him, Miguel hadn't paid attention to how the choker tightened his neck, how it accompanied the rise and fall of his throat ─ that he only noticed when you had him on his knees in a blind spot inside the Spider Society tower, and at the risk of being overheard by all nosy and curious spiders, pressed your cock deep into his tight throat until Miguel gasped and struggled for breath, bell rattling violently. The choker felt like your hands squeezing his neck.

After that, the ringing of the silver bell brought a faraway look that no one understood to his face, no one but you. He was remembering that moment, remembering your cock straining his mouth and the sounds you made each time his fangs grazed your cock, the danger of the act that was enough to make you both come, quickly. He found himself unable to get rid of the accessory.

And Miguel was aware of your eyes fixed on his neck as he spoke. Hypnotized. And he would be lying if he said he didn't know what was coming next.

The bell sounded like a drum as you smacked him against the front door of the apartment before Miguel could even close it. You demanded his attention, ravaging his mouth with symbolic violence and sweet urgency, tearing the civilian clothes Miguel wore until they were mere scraps of rags lying on the floor. All this so you could get your hands on his bare skin, map out the scars, the muscles firm and strong and his cock already eagerly hard for you.

You always seemed to want him so badly that it never ceased to amaze him.

You grabbed his bare thighs and lifted him into the air, pressing his back against the rickety door. As if he weighed nothing. Your strength would always surprise you, not because there wasn't someone stronger than Miguel or unable to take him down with pure physical strength, but because you never used your strength to hurt him, you treated him as something fragile and that should be taken care of.

And when the hurried stretching of his hole left him panting and clinging to you, silently begging for more through his grunts and moans and gasps, you kissed him and using only saliva to facilitate penetration, you slid your cock inside him.

The slide knocked the breath out of Miguel's lungs, the friction undiminished by the makeshift lubrication leaving him feeling every delicious inch of your cock opening in his flesh, demanding space.

Lips against his, even though you weren't kissing anymore and the hand that wasn't holding him high, closing around his neck just inches away from the choker, you started fucking him hard against the door. The bell reverberated with a loud bang, swaying along with your movements in and out of his ass and that was all Miguel could concentrate on: the stretching, the burning still there, the sound of the damn bell.

Miguel's eyes rolled back, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks and he searched for air, desperately gasped for oxygen ─ and you didn't have to look at his face to know it, the divine image of open mouth and spittle running down his chin; you could feel his throat rippling under your grip, heartbeat fluttering beneath your fingers. The leather strap there, close to your hand, seemed to become tighter, reflecting the pressure imposed by your fingers.

Miguel was shaking now, talons drawing blood from your shoulders, legs gripping around your waist, unable to move, unable to get away from the deep thrusts he could feel in his stomach or the bell that deafened his senses. He couldn't breathe.

White filled his vision and Miguel gasped as the oxygen suddenly handed back to him, the thud of his head hitting the door a distant sound. Maybe he came, maybe he passed out for a few seconds in your arms, but it didn't matter, he knew you were far from done with him.

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