#miguel ohara xreader

[way-of-love]

Just Open Up (Miguel O'Hara x FemReader) (R-RATED) (ONE SHOT) (NO MINORS)

Yes, there's smut. Yes, there's licking of the fangs... just read it

PLEASE HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE BITE ME TOO!

Also, yes he's in his spidey suit, just like with his mask he can make parts of his suit appear and disappear :)

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"C'mon open your mouth, it wont hurt."

Miguel rolled his eyes moving his head every other way forbidding you any access to his mouth.

"No. Will you stop! You always do this Y/N. I'm tired of this already." He exclaimed while holding your wrists with his hands pushing them away.

As of right now you both were in the lab you and Miguel shared. This was the place you conducted research for the sake of the spider society and for him. He wasn't a hundred percent healthy as he always proclaim he is.

Miguel has genetically imprinted spiders DNA into his own, so you could say he's a cross breed of a human and spider. More connected to a spider than just being bit by one. And you were his faithful lab partner who helped him suppress his more...animalistic tendencies. So, you created a drug or rather a suppressant that he injects himself with whenever he felt too stressed, or angry or whenever he felt that he was losing his grip on his humanity. Usually when he allowed his emotions to run rampant so did his instincts.

But to create the suppressant you needed his venom and that venom came solely from his fangs. And unfortunately he was always a fighter when it came down to getting his fangs touched, you never really understood why but today he was extra feisty.

That meant that he needed a much higher dosage of the suppressant and that also meant more mouth time.

"Open your mouth dammit Miguel!" You yelled at him while holding a test tube in one hand and small tongs in the other.

Usually he'd let you be but today was just an off day for some strange reason. He was fighting you and holding your wrists away from his face but you fought back pushing and shoving. It became too much just standing at his side that you had to climb on top of him and straddle him as he laid in the dental chair. The only reason why you had one in the lab was because of him! Did he ever thank you? No, he only shrugged it off and rolled his eyes.

What a prick.

"I said no tongs and you brought out the tongs! They feel weird in my mouth so I'm not doing this!" Miguel yelled back surprised that he didn't just lift you up off his lap. Actually, he was surprised you had the boldness to climb on top of him like this.

The tongs were the only thing you could use that didn't bother the sensitivity of his fangs.

"You know why I have to use them!" You practically hiss at him.

He leaned up quickly getting into your face, surprising you," Then use something else." Miguel continued to hold your wrists even when you stopped struggling against him.

He was...so close. You could feel his hot breath fanning your face. Just for a second you felt the urge to lean in but as soon as that feeling came it went.

Clearing your throat you looked away and sighed.

"Fine. The hand it is," Shaking your wrists he got the memo and released them. Bracing your fist on his broad chest you prepared to slide off him but his hands instantly stopped you. A hand on your waist under your lab coat and another on your hip.

You looked at him with wide surprised eyes, yet again surprised by his actions but he looked rather determined to keep you in your place.

"You get off this chair and I'll leave. Stay and take the venom now. I'm busy."

The surprised look quickly morphed into one of annoyance. Tossing your head back you rolled your eyes, maybe avoiding his gaze would lessen the urge to hit him.

Miguel took that opportunity to look at your slender neck. It's been quite a few days since he last took the sedative and during that time his more monstrous traits kicked in. What's more, his more animalistic needs became unhinged.

And right now the one thing he's been craving for, for such a long time was sitting right on top of him, like a fly caught in his web. You were small compared to him, plump in all the right places and soft everywhere else. The prefect prey.

You always caught his eye even when he was just passing by asking for updates on the newest inventions or discoveries that you and his AI made in the multiverse but not a day went by he never thought about you.

His red eyes eyed and watched as you slowly tossed your head forward tossing the tongs to the side. Red eyes trailed down your neck watching your heartbeat through your jugular, trailing that vein down to the flesh of your chest. Those few undone buttons stopping, hiding plump mounds of flesh just waiting for him to grasp and bite.

While you adjusted yourself on his lap you looked back up at him. He seemed so lost in thought starring at your...blouse? Did you have a stain there? You made sure to eat your takeout very carefully. Without looking you simply brushed your hand over the fabric, breaking his trance he shook his head a bit and resting his head back on the headrest.

"Hurry up Y/N." His voice sounded much more hoarse than before. Was he still mad at you? God. He was so annoying!

Rolling your eyes you secretly flipped him off.

"Yes sir, right away sir. Open up and shut up." You hissed at him.

Miguel grumbled but he parted his lips and opened his mouth wide. Instantly his fangs were on full display. They were long, sharp, white and pretty. They were always so pretty.

You had to practically lay on him when he rested back on the headrest. So you both were chest to chest, your hand touching his cheek and the other still holding the test tube. While examining his gums and all of his other teeth, you could feel just how solid his body was.

Strong and powerful between your straddled plush thighs, his chest rose and fell with even breaths. His hand still holding you captive. Like a fly caught in his web. Your thumb brushed along his bottom lip gently tugging it down to the the bottom row of his teeth.

Taking in a breath you tried you control your thoughts. This was a professional setting...sort of?

"Your...Your teeth look very...good Miguel, I'm surprised." You spoke softly, afraid that if you spoke any louder he'd hear exactly how he was making you feel.

"You yelled at me the last time you saw them," Each word he said had the tip of your thumb in his mouth. His mouth was open once more and you saw how wet the tip of your thumb was with his spit.

Fuck.

"I said to shut up." Breathless you licked your own lips and went back to checking his mouth. This was dangerous. You just needed to extract the venom and that was it so why was this taking so long?

You were confused. You always knew he was attractive and you swore you'd never go after a guy as cocky and as sarcastic like him but here you were attracted to him more than ever.

Was sitting on top of him all it took?

Miguel smirked while looking up at you. Your fingers pushed his upper lip up exposing more of those pretty fangs you grew to like. You always thought how they would feel piercing into your flesh, releasing that dangerous venom into your veins; paralyzing you and leaving you at the mercy of-

"Miguel~"

His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you flushed against him and his hand on your hip fell to your bare thigh slipping up under your tight pencil skirt.

The test tube was forgotten and that free hand came and cupped his warm cheek, the other kept his upper lip up. His eyes glowed red when he saw you finally lean forward with parted lips.

Instantly you placed a quick peck on his bottom lip. Your tongue slowly peeking out and licking his bottom lip, slowly and sensually.

Miguel didn't have to say a single thing because both of your bodies were doing most of the talking. He knew this was bound to happen someday. His instincts always went haywire whenever you were in the same room as him. So it only meant one thing.

You both were compatible with one another.

And with compatibility that meant great sex, and when there's great sex there's offspring.

Something inside of him quite enjoyed the thought of getting you knocked up with his kids.

Your tongue distracted his train of thought, it slipped into his mouth gliding over the bottom row of his teeth, over his gums. He groaned softly trying his hardest not to hold you too tight. But he wanted to, so badly to pull your hips flushed together and show you just how much you affected him.

'Miguel, touch me more," You whispered softly, breathlessly.

Without further instruction Miguel tore your skirt with his talons and tossed the torn fabric to the side. He was careful when he went back to grab hold of your thighs, talons lightly scraping against the skin of your thighs.

And all while your tongue was happily diving into his mouth going over every ridge, every tooth and over each his sharp fang that seemed to secrete that venom you always worked with. You guessed they were just as excited as the person who owned them.

You expected yourself to be paralyzed by it the moment you licked it off his fangs but you were perfectly fine.

Actually, you didn't feel a single thing except for a tingle right between your legs. Did his venom have an aphrodisiac affect too?

What an interesting outcome, you'd have to test this again later just to make sure.

Miguel had enough of you giving his fangs all the attention to he pressed his tongue against yours. Happily you licked and you happily indulged in licking every crevice of his mouth.

You felt him bend his legs behind you, his hand other hand sliding down the small of your back. Those sharp talons reached for the thin string of your thong and pulled it to the side.

He exposed your sex, wet and dripping with need. How could you have forgotten how wet you were?

The great vampire Sider- Man groaned as soon as your sex was exposed. Your pheromones' reaching his nose full force.

You pulled back from licking. Strings of saliva falling and breaking apart as he spoke.

"Got all the venom you needed?"

Why was he asking you that, when you clearly weren't collecting any samples.

"Oh please. This isn't the time-"

You tensed up a bit when you felt it. Prodding. It was thick round and sliding up and down between your wet folds. You could hear it, the soft squishy wet sounds one only makes when they're completely aroused and ready to be taken.

And by the feel of it, he was ready for a long session.

"Because I have some more Id like you to...test out for me."

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Just because I couldn't resist ;///;

#smut #x reader #wayoflove #miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #spider man 2099 x reader #fem reader #miguel ohara xreader #fangs #fang kink lol #oscar isaac

[minimoxha]

Overstimulation

Summary: Miguel o’hara and overstimulation blurb.

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, use of *cunt*.

W/c: Probably like 100, I wrote this in two minutes on the train. Credit for banner < @cafekitsune > I’m trying to hold y’all over until i finish the next chapter of Tangled!

nobody talks about how miguel loves overstimulation. He’s try to overstimulate you and give you tons of orgasms before he actually fucked you. it was a good type of pain. But it wasn’t over when he fucked you, that was only the beginning. It seemed like he had tons of stamina (being spider-man at all) so he barely stopped for breaks. even though you really needed it when you were entering your second orgasm and he was still chasing his first.

A smirk would come across his face while watching you cry for help and beat against his chest. After he finally came he gave you a short minute break for him to catch himself before flipping you over and ramming right back into your sensitive cunt. he was moaning, you were moaning. And he also added the clit combo to add to the mix of pleasure. You BOTH wouldn’t be walking tomorrow at this point.

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“Mig- Please it’s too much. I can’t take it anymore”

“Just give me one more mi amor, then i’ll fuck you as a reward.”

He had been saying that for the last three times he made you unravel on his cock.

#fanfic #xreader #minimoxha #black!reader #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel smut #x reader #famfiction #spiderman astv #astv x reader #astv memes #astv #astv miguel #astv fanfic #mochadrabble

[lqtusxtearz]

Florist

Summary:

A florist in their hometown is known for being kind and cheerful. A large luminous hexagon emerges in front of their business one night, and a tall guy, Miguel Ohara, enters and hands them a flower. They are taken aback and inquire whether they are Y/N Mendoza. Miguel is taken aback and asks if they may stay in his store for a bit to repair his gadget. They become friends and spend time together, behaving as though they are married.

They finally fixed his gadget after a month of being with Miguel, and he doesn't want to go. Miguel informs you that he must return because someone need his services. You don't take it well, but you also don't make him stay with you. On

You are a florist in your home town, and you are well known as a kind and bubbly person.

You are an average person who takes care of the flowers until one night, as you close your shop, a big glowing hexagon appears right in front of your shop. You were about to scream, but a big man who is around 6'9 tall who would not freak out when there's a man come out of the portal and just covers your mouth to prevent you from screaming? The tall man shook you and forced you two to get inside your shop, and you were just standing there looking at the man with petrified eyes. He saw this, and he sighed. He walks toward you and gives you a flower that you are not familiar with. You look at him, confused, and he looks at you, waiting for you to take the flower. You take it and look at the tall man and ask, "What are you? Who are you?" you said to him, not taking your eyes off him. You might now know what this man's intention is, so you grab the nearest thing that you can hold and just hold it. In the meantime, he saw this and sighed, "By any chance you are Y/N Mendoza?" You were shocked because he knows your name. You raise an eyebrow, looking up and giving him a judgmental look, and shake your head as a no. He groans, nods, and looks around. He checks his thing on his wrist, and you look at it confused. He grumbles in Spanish and is pissed, causing you to get scared and raise the thing that you held minutes ago for defense: "Hey..uhm, can I stay here for a while until I fix my gizmo?" he asks. You were about to say no, but your brain just said, If you say no, he will just stay here, but this time with a body to burry, so you automatically nodded and smiled weirdly. He looked at you confusedly and nodded.

So that's how you met Miguel Ohara; he's been staying for a week fixing his gizmo, and you two have been slowly getting close by Chatting for an hour or more, cracking jokes, and even baking a cupcake once for him. He is also helping you in your shop by entertaining your customers and helping you wrap some flowers. One time, when you were cooking adobo, you cut your hand because of how clumsy you are. You are more focused on your favorite series on TV than your work, causing you to cut your hand. When Miguel knew about this, he went full-time and scolded you about how you should be more focused on your work than your Series on TV, and since that day he has been with you in the kitchen, helping you and reminding you to focus on your work. There's one time when you are at your shop and you like to listen to your customers cute moments with their husband or boyfriend. It makes you happy and even fangirl when the quality time is wholesome. You heard him chuckle at the back, looking at you with loving eyes. "Wanna recreate it?" he said, looking at you, waiting for an answer, and well, you are flustered. "Just go back inside and watch something, you said, chuckling a bit. A week has turned into months, and you love spending time with him. You two act like a married couple, and sometimes the locals misunderstand that you two are married. "Ikaw Dai Ako pana e kasal na nako siya tanawa murag mo Bana ug Asawa aguy! "The old woman said to you as she bought the flower for her husband's grave, and what she said made you blush hard enough for the red to get Visible and giggle a little.

After a month of staying with you, Miguel finally fixed his Gizmo, but he doesn't want to leave you after all. You two got so close, but he has to return because someone out there needs him. He told you, and well, you didn't take it too well, but then again, you didn't force him to stay with you, so you have to learn to accept it. On the day that he was going to leave, you cried so much that your eyes are now puffy. "Don't worry, I promise you I'll visit, okay?" he said to you, which made you happy that he would visit, so you nodded, not able to stop your tears.

Once he was gone, your shop became gloomy, and your regular visitors asked where he was, but you always said that he went back home. At night, you waited for him every night, expecting him to come back into your arms again, but after days of waiting became weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, and on July 23rd, you gave up and tried to forget him, and you asked yourself, Why do you always wait for him? Why do you always have hope that he will actually come back? why? You ask yourself that, but the answer is quiet.

Miguel, in the meantime, once he is back at the headquarters, he tries to get back to you, but he can't, and he doesn't know why. He tries to find your Universe, but he can't for some reason. He even asks his AI, Layla, but even she can't find it. No matter how hard she tries, she just can't, but he doesn't give up; he asks Spider-Byte, even though she doesn't know until Spider-Byte has said something that pissed Miguel off.

"Maybe this Universe that you are looking for doesn't exist, or maybe her universe Vanished like a big crunch?"

He looked at her, pissed. "That's impossible! That universe exists! I even stayed there for a month! That's impossible!"

The truth is that he is scared. Maybe what she said is the truth; maybe your universe died; maybe... It vanished. He is scared, so he keeps trying until July 23rd, 3:45 a.m. He found the universe that you live in, but you were dead. You were stabbed to death late at night. because your door is not locked and you were sleeping on the couch, and you had your plate ready at the table near you waiting for him, but instead of Miguel, it was something else. It was death.

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[wildandsmile]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ☆ 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🗯️ — fem! reader, smut, choking, grumpy / mean miguel as always, reader and miguel are in an established relationship. kinda short and kinda shitty. shut up. enjoy <3

“i really hate that kid.” “i know you do, sweetheart.” miguel stood in the living room while you made dinner, ranting and raving about how much he hated the new member, miles. he was technically supposed to be building you two a pillow fort, but he abandoned that when you mentioned his work. “he’s just so smug.” “i know, míjo.” you rounded the corner and walked over to him, wrapping your arms loosely around his nape. “you have to remember he’s just a baby, miguel. he’s fifteen. he doesn’t know everything you do.” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, holding you firm against his body.

“that’s for damn sure.” he mumbled, burying his face in your hair. he inhaled deeply and exhaled the same way, squeezing you tighter. “you smell so good.” you giggled and gave him one big squeeze before wiggling out of his arms, retreating back to the kitchen as to avoid your house catching on fire. miguel followed behind you like a lost dog, pouting. you stirred the pot around quietly, feeling his heavy presence behind you. you hummed, “what is it, míjo?” he didn’t respond. you turned around to see him glaring at you with his arms crossed, like a child who got told ‘no’ in the grocery store.

you propped your spoon up and turned to him, crossing your arms and pouting your hip to the side. “what?” you asked, a little more edge in your voice. he grumbled under his breath as he turned and walked away. you rolled your eyes and got back to cooking, unbothered by what could possibly be up his butt this time. you set the stove on low and covered the soup with a lid, checking on the roasted veggies in the oven. when you walked into the living room to see what miguel was doing, you found that he had finished building the pillow fort. very quietly, mind you. you didn’t hear him do it at all.

there was a blanket roof, a little bed laid out on the ground, and a few fairy lights over the top of it for the aesthetics. you approached him with a smile on your face, wrapping your arms around his large frame again. “aww, it looks so good míjo.” you said before you pressed your lips against his cheek, jawline and corner of his mouth, everywhere except for where he wanted you to kiss him. he settled his hands on your hips and squeezed, dipping his head down to your level. “(y/n)..” he warned, eyes boring heavily into yours. “yes?” you replied innocently, smiling at how agitated he got almost immediately.

“kiss me properly before i do it for you.” he growled, shoving his body against yours. you grinned as you pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss, making an exaggerated ‘mmmm’ and ‘mwah’ noise as you kissed him. “are you happy now, grumpy pants?” you teased, resting your hands against his broad chest. he smirked as he pressed his lips to yours again; once, twice, then no more. he let you out of his grasp. “you might want to check the oven.” he said. you turned, and the moment you did so he landed a hard slap against your ass. you yelped and turned to glare as he chuckled, clearly pleased with yourself.

“consider yourself lucky if i don’t poison your food.” you grumble, going to the kitchen. you flip the oven off and plate everything, making it look presentable at your little dinner table. smashed potatoes, tomato soup and grilled steak-and-cheese sandwiches. “míjo—“ you called, turning around to see him less than three inches away from you. you yelped and just about leaped three feet into the air, your heart pounding. “miguel! stop doing that! make some noise when you move, for the love!” you yelled at him and he laughed, easily scooping you into his arms in one side sweep of his wide bicep.

he hugged you and you pouted. “you’re being so touchy today,” you noted. and it was true. he had been all over you since that morning. you woke up to his face in your chest, he insisted on being late to work to shower with you, then since the moment he came home he had been slapping your ass, hugging you, kissing you, touching your hips, everything. “am i not allowed to love my girlfriend?” he asked sarcastically, pressing little kisses against your forehead and cheeks. “that’s not what i said, now is it? just shut up and eat your dinner before it gets cold.”

you were the only person in the world he’d let talk to him that way. he rolled his eyes and sat down, dragging you down with him. he sat you on his lap and picked up the spoon you provided for him, “let me feed you.” he said. you rolled your eyes. “miguel, that is ridiculous. i can feed myself.” “i want to feed you.” he messily brought the spoon up to your lips, pushing it past them and dripping soup down your chin and between your breasts.

“look at you, making a mess all over me.” you scolded him. his body hardened underneath you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him if that was anywhere near possible. you felt lips on your neck before you registered the words he was saying. they were warm and gentle, pressing against that weak spot right between the end of your neck and the start of your shoulder. “don’t worry, pretty girl. i’ll clean it up.” his kisses began to trail lower and become rougher. his fingernails gripped into your waist as he bit down on your shoulder, sucking a hickey onto it immediately after.

“miguel, what has gotten into you?” you ask, voice whiney with lust as he roughly handled your body. he turned you around to face him, hands still grasping at your waist. “just need you right now. can you do that, huh? can you just shut up for a while and take my cock like you’re meant to?”

you nodded gingerly as he continued his assault on your throat, hands trailing all around your body. he squeezed your hips, thighs, breasts, ass. he landed a firm smack on your asscheek just as he sucked particularly hard on your neck, making you cry out.

“gods, (y/n). you don’t know what you do to me.” he groaned, rocking his hips against yours. “can you feel me?” he asked, bringing your hand down to the space between your bodies, letting your fingertips run against the hard tent in his loose sweatpants. “yes..” you whimpered softly, gazing up at him through your lashes. he groaned and rolled you over, slamming you down against the couch. he caged you between his arms and began grinding against your clothed cunt, rutting into you in an almost animalistic way.

“need to be inside you right fucking now.” he growled into your ear, tearing at your pants. he tossed them aside and immediately went for your panties, tugging those off too. “tell me you want me,” “i want you.” you whispered, watching as he tugged his sweatpants and boxers down his thick thighs. you groaned at the sight of his hard cock, standing tall and proud against his stomach. “lift your leg.” he demanded, tapping your thigh as he hoisted it over his shoulder. he settled himself between your legs and began rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your warm pussy, teasing at your hole.

“miguel, stop.. don’t tease me..” you whined, pawing at his biceps and massive shoulders. he leaned down to kiss you, and as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, he began inching his cock inside. you gasped into his mouth, eyes widening. no matter how many times you took him, you’d never be able to adjust to the way he stretched and filled you to the brim. he groaned as he began rocking his hips forward, slowly, letting you get somewhat used to the feeling.

“you’re so wet for me, princess.” he wrapped his hand around your throat and kept one hand on the thigh that was on his shoulder as he began thrusting slow and hard, giving long, even strokes inside of you. your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open in a silent declaration of pleasure as he rocked into you just the way you liked. “look at me, princess.” he warned, tilting your head up. your eyes met his, wild and swirling with desire. his thick cock reached that spongy spot inside of you and you mewled, your toes curling. “shit— squeezing me so tight. you like that, yeah? like that right there?” he asked condescendingly, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“yes!” you cried, breath becoming uneven and hurried as the coil in your stomach began to tighten. “awe, baby. i can feel you gettin’ close. gonna cum so soon?” you shook your head the best you could with his massive hand around your throat, garbling some unintelligible nonsense about wanting to be a good girl for him. “cmon baby. you can last a little longer for me, can’t you?” his thrusts increased in speed until your breasts were bouncing against his chest and your leg felt like it was going to snap from how hard he was pushing on it. it was times like these that you remembered just how big he was compared to you, just how easily he could disable and break you.

you loved it. it turned you on beyond imagine, and the wet slapping noises coming from between your legs was proof of that. “such a good girl.” he growled into your ear, breath gently breezing across your cheek. “cmon, just a little more.” you whimpered as the coil in your stomach got impossibly tight, threatening to snap with one more delicious thrust into your heat. “miguel! can’t, can’t! too much!” you warned him, voice whiney and high pitched as he nearly cut off your oxygen supply completely. his hand squeezed your throat and his hips slapped against yours at a vigorous pace, but it all felt so good.

“cmon baby.. almost there.” he grunted, dipping his head between your breasts. he licked and sucked at them, rolling your taut nipples between his teeth. the thought of him filling you to the brim with his cum sent you hurdling over the hedge before you could even warn him again. your walls clamped down on him so tightly he thought you’d snap his dick in half. milky white slick poured from your hole as his thrusts became brutal, hard and fast and oh so rough you knew you’d be sore down there for weeks.

he cursed under his breath, voice gravely and broken as his hips finally stilled their abuse and he spilled inside of you, cock twitching and stomach spasming. you laid there, spent, as he filled you to his hearts desire. even when he was finished you two sat there heavily breathing for a while.

eventually, he dipped his head down and landed a chaste kiss against your forehead. “that’s my good girl,” he muttered, keeping his cock sheathed inside of you as he brought you into his arms and held you gently but firmly. “not gonna complain about me wanting to love you now, are you?”

you rolled your hazy eyes as he chuckled against your neck, eliciting another lick of flames up your spine. “whatever, miguel.” you mumbled, running your fingers nimbly through his hair. “i’m not reheating your food by the way.”

#miguel x y/n #miguel ohara #spiderman #spiderverse #xreader #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #miguel ohara fanfiction #choking #praise #pet names #rushed #kinda bad #enjoy

[lux-emxx]

Let me help you

➛ miguel o'hara x f!reader ´ˎ˗

you were chilling in your shared apartment when you heard the front door slam open. you rushed over from the couch and saw miguel there, covered in blood.

"holy shit, migs what happened?" you questioned as you guided him to the couch.

"nothing.." you rolled your eyes at the response and went to go get the first aid kit. when you came back, he tried to take the kit from you and do it himself, mumbling about how he didn't want to bother you with this.

"shut up and let me help you" you said to him as you held his tired face in your hands. he closed his eyes and exhaled in your hands.

"fine"

you started to patch him up while scolding him for working too hard again. "if you keep this up, i'm not sure if i can live with myself knowing you're always getting hurt." you said to him.

there was a moment of comfortable silence before he spoke. "thank you, cariño."

"always" you kissed his forehead as you sat with him, all cuddled up together.

#miguel ohara #miguel #ohara #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #atsv #xreader

[stylesmilky]

Please send me Miguel O Hara x male!READER REQUESTS

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #xreader #miguel o'hara × male reader

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara - AU Scientist (Across the Spider-Verse) - Extra

Miguel is proud. 

That’s the only word he can think of. 

Because whenever he watches the news and sees pictures of you swinging through New York, or rescuing civilians, he can’t help but wonder how someone so incredible could exist in this world. You’d had a rough run, yet somehow you’d mustered up the courage to do this again. 

Of course he’s proud. 

Proud to be the one standing by your side. 

Even though that’s the case he can’t help but feel a bit like a lost puppy. Because it feels like it’s been so long since he’s been able to hold you. 

Really hold you.

Which is a strange thing for him to crave because he’s always avoided physical intimacy. 

But somehow, he constantly longs to be by your side. To support you. Defend you, protect you. 

Love you.

That’s why when the both of you finally catch a free moment together he’s determined to make the most of it. Maybe dinner, a nice one. Then the both of you can watch those romantic comedies that you love so much. 

That he enjoys himself. 

He’s excited.

It feels like forever since you had a weekend to relax. 

Between your day job and your vigilante activities, your schedule is usually filled. That’s why when you make plans with Miguel you are excited. 

The minute you step through his door, you kick off your shoes. 

“I’m back!” 

You have your spider suit comfortably tucked in your duffle bag. Miguel comes from around the corner and you grin. 

“(Y/N)..” 

You know he partly expected you to cancel at the last second like you had to the last three times. 

“Since we have a chance I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie then jump in the tub and-” 

Miguel crosses the floor and kisses you. It catches you a little off guard. The strap of your bag slides down your shoulder, right onto the floor. The thud echoes, but it’s lost in the stillness of the moment. 

His kisses are hungry, and you find yourself blushing as you reciprocate. He’s trying to taste everything. Your brows knit at his neediness. It’s so rare to see him lose control like this. Miguel has always exuded golden retriever energy. He’s possibly the only man that you’ve ever thought of as just downright cute. 

Although now, you may need to add other adjectives to the list in which you describe your boyfriend. 

You don’t even realize that he’s walking you backwards until your back hits the door. You moan, and Miguel finally pulls away. 

“Sorry..” 

It’s a whisper, but he hasn’t fully pulled away. He’s leaving kisses along your neck. You close your eyes, trying your best to gather your thoughts as well as not to break the door handle that you have accidentally grabbed onto. You open your palm and slide it against the flat part of the door, finally opening your eyes. Miguel moves back, just to take in your expression. 

“I’ve missed you, more than I was willing to admit. I admire what you do. More than anything I love that you’ve decided to do something that obviously terrifies you. You’re brave, strong, intelligent, beautiful..” 

The last one is a whisper of adoration, and you swallow. You can say without a doubt that you’re freaking wet and he hasn’t even taken your clothes off yet. 

“I don’t want to be selfish. Having you to myself is more than enough but I still..want more..” 

Miguel’s hand moves to the front of your blouse. When he begins undoing the buttons, you bite your lip. You can fully understand his unease. Right now you’d like to fully reassure him. But it’s hard when he’s literally driving you crazy to the point that you can’t fully think. 

When the buttons are free, he leaves a kiss right at the center of your chest. His hands cup your mounds as he moves lower. You’re not even sure what is keeping you on your feet right now because they don’t feel steady. 

“More..” 

A kiss right at your hip. You let out a little whimper. His fingers slid to the zip of your skirt. One clean move and he’s pulling the garment down your legs, caressing your thighs. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your clothed heat and the moan that releases is impossible to hide. Miguel draws back, looking up at you. Your half lidded eyes. Shaky stance. Beautifully taunting lips..

He wants it all.

You’re scooped up into his arms. 

Nothing is said, he takes off to his room. 

~

“M-Miguel!!” 

Gripping the pillows, you can’t seem to control your moans. You’re on your stomach, and Miguel’s harsh thrusts from behind are everything that you crave. Something that you’ve noticed is that his stamina is incredible. You’re literally superhuman and you feel as though you won’t last. Because you’ve gone at it three times already. Each time seems more delicious than the last. Maybe it’s because you both haven’t had a chance to feel each like this for a little over a month. 

Cuddles and deep kisses were completely different. 

“H-Harder!!” 

He grunts, and when you feel his hands on your waist, you know he’s about to do just that. He pushes in with new determination. He’s going faster and tears prickle at the corner of your eyes at how amazing it feels. How much he seems to know your body. Obviously better than you know yourself. Because you can feel your release. He’s gotten you there everytime without fail. 

He presses his hand to the mattress, right over your own. When he links your fingers it feels like the final push to get you there. Your release rocks you right through your body, and Miguel is still thrusting, a bit clumsily now. 

The bed shifts two..three more times and you finally cave. Your body drops on the bed, completely spent. Miguel slides out of you with a strangled moan and he lays right at your side. Your breathing is terribly unsteady, and Miguel mirrors your state. You can see the slight sheen of sweat on his body, and you turn onto your back, reaching for his hand. You take it, smiling at him bashfully. 

His dark eyes meet your beautifully satisfied gaze.

“Cariño.” 

He draws closer, reaching out his free hand to push back your hair, giving you a loving smile. 

“I love you, (Y/N).” 

Your eyes water at the confession. 

“I-I love you too Miguel…s-so much..” 

You can’t help but get emotional. He understands because he feels quite the same. He just wants to hold you. Miguel pulls you closer. For a moment you bask in the warmth. 

However, when you feel something poking you between the thighs, you look down. Your cheeks heat up at his hardness. 

“What the..” 

Miguel rubs his neck bashfully.

“I..I’ve missed you.” 

Miss is an understatement. You’re starting to think that he’s the one that was bitten by a radioactive spider. 

His refractory period is ridiculous. 

“I can take care of it.” 

He says softly. He has every intention to carefully slip out and deal with the problem so he can run back and hold you. But you grab his arm before he can pull away. He’s a bit puzzled, but when you take his hand and guide it down between the sheets, he follows patiently. You press his fingers to your heat and Miguel gulps, eyes meeting your own. 

“I guess you're not the only one.” You admit.

It’s clear that neither of you have any kind of control.

#scientists #cowrokers #cute #humor #mature #care #love #miguel ohara #miguel xreader #across the spiderverse #fluff

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Oops - (ONESHOT) (Miguel O’Hara x FEMReader) (18+ ONLY) (R- RATED)(SPOILERS)

Well, guess Miguel must really like mouths and you just enjoy giving it to him!

WARNINGS: Forced Oral; bondage; hate x love; sadist; threat of using… ALL holes; biting; smut; spit; bubbly spit; juices (: ; GWAK GWAK 3000

This couldn’t go on for much longer could it? He had to get tired at some point right? No man should have such strength or even stamina to keep this up for so long. Yet you always forget he’s not like any man. You lost track of time in this room, wherever this room was.

Tired and overly-sensitive, you bit your lip hard stoping the whimper coming out when you felt the tip of a talon pressing against the very tip of your overly rubbed clit. Your legs quivered and your body jerked from the contact. Torture is what it was yet it felt euphoric.

You were bound to a chair with thick glowing red webs bitting into your sweaty flesh keeping your legs tied, spread and your arms bound behind the chair. It didn’t hurt but it was uncomfortable to stay like this for hours. You weren’t sure how much you could withstand before eventually passing out.

“Enough! Miguel please!” You finally groaned out desperately tossing your head back.

Miguel stood in the darkness of the room, a sole light illuminating you were you sat and he hid his face within the shadows where his bloody red eyes glowed. And those eyes took in your sorry state with a dark satisfaction. And that satisfaction of his left you vulnerable, naked and bare for his dark devices.

He made you into this mess of a woman because he realized this was the best way to shut you up.

Yelling, scolding, trying to go over his authority when he already gave you a direct order. Yet, you betray him with your…free will.

“Look at you, que porquería.” He speaks quietly, cold with mock sweetness.

Miguel may have been close enough to touch you but you still couldn’t see his face. Clearly he was angry no, furious.

“Miguel… I know you’re angry but you don’t have to go—“ Your eyes widen and a shriek left your bruised lips when you felt him pinch your poor rose bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it like a small little bead.

He growled in annoyance bracing a hand on the back of the flimsy chair you were tied to shaking it a bit as he leaned over your face. His brows here angled and furrowed, his eyes lacked that usual sarcastic dull shine. Now they were brimming with a fiery anger that seemed to light them up.

“You! Have pissed me off for the last fucking TIME Y/N.” He sneered down at you, seething in anger as he continued to roll your clit between your forced parted thighs. Your eyes squeezed shut as a breathy moan left you.

You’ve both been at this for hours, and he still hasn’t eased off of you. All because you befriended and defended that kid, Miles. Out of everyone who was there you called Miguel out on his hypocrisy. Putting all the blame from the collider incident on that poor teen all while calling him an anomaly. Yet, he never considered that the only anomaly was that Spot guy.

It turned into a whole argument, things being thrown at one another before he used his superhuman abilities against you forcing you into this room, stripped naked and tied. Of course you fought and bit but he was superior in strength. You were just human with a very big brain.

“I…I get it… but please,” You licked your lips,” Talk. Let’s talk please?” Your voice was hoarse, shaky and breathless.

You’ve begged him to stop countless of times before and each time he dismissed your pleas with the wave of your hand doing as he liked to punish you for your insubordination.

Yet, while you looked so pathetic naked and tied to the chair with with his webs bitting into your plush skin he realized he should have done this much, much sooner. Seeing you unable to move struggling to be freed from his webs stroked a fire within him.

Grabbing your cheeks with the hand he had behind your chair, he squeezes them until your lips are perked, and he looks down at them sneering,” Talk? I’m done talking to you.”

He then smirks and you see a small spark of emotion in his angry red eyes, a hint of lust. He gets closer and brushes his lips against your perked ones, “ Siempre estás hablando.(T:You’re always talking) You’re very lucky I don’t tear these lips of yours off with my teeth.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly at his threat feeling both excitement and arousal spiking slightly. If anyone else was on the receiving end of that threat they’d think he was being serious but you, God, you knew he was bluffing. Those fangs of his were solely for show.

He let your face go instantly making your head swing a bit to the side. Your cheeks hurt where he grabbed and squeezed you.

“Guess…a sorry is in order,” You mumbled with a hint of annoyance.

You look down glancing at your self. Sweaty quivering thighs forced apart and held apart by those glowing webs of his. And a pool of, no doubt, your juices he managed to get out of you dripping over the edge of the chair. This was embarrassing. Humiliating even. Only if you were caught you’d feel humiliated.

If Miles, Gwen or even Hobie saw how pathetic you looked in the hands of Miguel they’d no doubt take pity but you didn’t want that. You were enduring this for their sake.

Were you really? For their sake?

Even if it was for their sake… you still found yourself yearning for more of this…punishment he was bringing down on you.

“ ‘Sorry’ isn’t good enough Y/N. ‘Sorry’ is for when you step on someone’s foot.” He exclaimed coldly while he walked behind you. “This goes beyond sorry. Years beyond a simple apology.”

Raising your head you stared off into the darkness of the room of the room sensing his warmth behind you. His own cool scent of fresh mint, amrboxan amber and cedar wood. The intoxicating concoction of both his smell and sweat were driving you crazy stirring your insides like an aphrodisiac.

Your mind was going in the worst of directions the more you filled your lungs with that smell. All these ‘what if’s’ and scenarios of him and you with sweaty bodies meshed together in unison like a symphony.

Miguel always played you until you were at the peak of your performance. But you knew there could be more, there is more!

You sighed out a response,”Then I take it back, I’m not sorry.”

Defiance is considered open resistance or bold disobedience and it was something Miguel could never let slide. He hated when things didn’t go his way or when people never followed their written roles. And as of right now you weren’t following his regiment.

You could hear his deep sigh of disapproval, his breath falling over the top of your head. His bare hand sliding over your jaw cups your chin and forces your head back roughly. It makes you groan and wince from the force.

Miguel leans in lips brushing against your ear, “Tempting me is a dangerous game, you know that right?”

You roll your eyes as he let you go suddenly. Was he done? Was he satisfied with this punishment? Rolling your head a bit you felt his warmth disappear for a moment but he suddenly came back and your chair was tilted back making you squeal out in surprise.

The control freak tilted your chair back enough where your toes or the chairs front legs weren’t touching the ground. He tilted you back enough so you were crotch height and the top of your head had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting what he truly was hiding behind his blue suit.

“Oops,” He mumbled starring down at you with that unimpressed expression of his. You narrowed your eyes at him. Miguel felt no shame about what he planned on doing next or rather he wouldn’t be feeling bad about it. His thumb hooked around the frontal part of his suit waistband and began to tug it down. Now you began to resist some more when you realized just what he planned on doing.

“M-miguel… you can’t be serious—“ Sucking someone off was not new to you but sucking them off being held upside down like this would definitely be a first.

“Relax. I’m holding the chair,” And to confirm it for you he shook the chair where he held it making you jiggle a bit, “and besides, I think this is the best way to shut you up.”

You and Miguel have never had intercourse or even fooled around before these ‘punishments’ of his began. Was he really doing this to punish you or could he not hold in his own desire anymore? Whichever it was you watched him tug the rest of his suit down revealing himself.

It was long, thick and strong. God he was hard already as if he was waiting for this very moment; his balls heavy, swollen looking hung right above your forehead. You felt your wet cunt throb at the sight. Veins popped up on his pelvis just as thick veins decorated his cock, a very thick one was obviously noticeable on his underside and so was a thick one on his side.

While you gawked at his rod that shadowed over your face he smirked satisfied.

“You have such a big bold mouth. Let’s hope it’s big enough for this,” His voice came out thick and heavy with lust.

Looking up at him fully you licked your swollen lips, “ Then say please,” You looked back at his cock that hovered right above your face.

Miguel tilted his head as he reached for your face, the back of his gloved hand brushing against your cheek before he ran that thumb if his across your upside down swollen lips. By the looks of it, it was going to be a pretty tight fit.

“Say please,” He scoffs slowly sliding his thumb into your mouth. It slid around your bottom teeth feeling up each tooth, rubbing against your gums spreading and smearing your spit to your top teeth.

“Por favor? Déjame usar tu boca.”His voice came out in almost a whisper as he continued to play with your teeth and spit. (T: Please? Let me use your mouth.)

You had no idea what he was doing but hearing him say please in his mother tongue caused you to melt and nod your head without a second thought.

Slowly his thumb came and hooked itself onto your inner cheek pulling the corner of your mouth wider. He scooted forward and the very tip of his bare cock lightly pressing against your upper lip, it couldn’t enter properly because your mouth wasn’t completely wide open.

“Cmon, don’t play with me Y/N” He mumbled quietly in annoyance yet when you looked at him he looked nothing close to annoyed. The poor man looked restless, restrained even. His thumb finally slipped away and went back to caressing your bottom lip.

Oh, so he wanted this just as badly. You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of him wanting you and you denying him. Unfortunately, tonight wasn’t the night to deny him flat out. Instead you giggled against his tip.

“Mmmm, what if I bit it?” You looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eye.

He closed his red eyes briefly as if taking a moment to register the many outcomes of you taking a bite out of his cock before opening them staring right at you with his cold glare, “I’ll keep fucking your throat until you choke on both my cock and blood. Then I’ll fuck your other two holes, actually,” The corner of his lip lifted slightly as he looked out toward the bottom half of your naked tied body.

Your smile fell when he glanced right back at you with a heated, toothy mean grin, “All three of your holes, I will fuck until you cry. And even then I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.”

You shouldn’t have believed him. Because it wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be possible… after all three holes? Your mouth which was about to be occupied; your pussy which would happily accept him; your ass which may need some getting used to but it was most than willing. Your third hole… was he referring to…that hole?

It should have disgusted you but for some reason, your body hummed at the thought of him exploiting every inch of you.

“You promise?” Breathless.

“Siempre.”

Your mouth opened and your tongue slid right out, he groaned out and made no hesitation to cradle the back of your neck while slipping his length right into the depths of your wet, hot mouth.

Salty.

Hot.

Hard.

Those were the words you’d describe the feeling of his cock finally sheathing itself into your mouth and his sack falling lightly over your forehead. If you weren’t still tied up you’d more than likely would grip the back of his thighs and force him more into your mouth. But he was in control.

Miguel gripped the chair tighter as he held it still and gingerly held the back of your neck at an angle to force more of his girth into your tight mouth. Right now your lips were already stretching and taking him in very well much to his surprise.

As soon as he felt that resistance he stopped pushing watching you carefully. You weren’t gagging, yet. That wasn’t a good sign. This was a punishment after all, it wouldn’t be fun if he was careful with you. Licking his lips he released a breath.

“You’re not gonna like what I’m about to do,” His thumb lightly ram over the base of your throat.

Your eyes opened and your brows furrowed in confusion. What did ge mean? Tied to a chair with his webs, tilted back and forced to give him a blow job wasn’t all he planned on doing?

Before you could mumble or indicate to him you wanted to speak he let go of the chair only to quickly use that hand to join the other in cupping the back of your neck. The chair tilted further back and you instinctively squeezed your eyes shut, and your mouth tightened a bit around his cock. You thought you were going to fall to the ground and hurt your arms that were tied behind the chair but much to your surprise you did.

Opening your eyes against you peeked or tried to, to see Miguel but instead of seeing his concentrating face you saw his head tilted back and his chest rising and falling a bit quickly.

Miguel groaned out while letting the sweet sensation of your throat suddenly close around what little was in there around him. And your teeth, you bit lightly into him but it felt so… good. Tilting his head back down at you, you saw just how aroused he was.

This man wasn’t even half way down your throat and he already was ready to burst, “You’re… bitting. Bueno. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,”

Oh, you felt a shiver run through you. His voice was dark, breathless and filled with arousal. You’d never heard nor seen him like this in the past.

Suddenly his thumbs cradled the sides of your delicate neck, they only gentleness he’ll show you. His stance changed with legs spread further apart and the distance between your head and his groin grew a bit. You fisted your hands and shut your eyes bracing for impact.

When it came you squealed around him, well tried to. It sounded like you were drowning. His hips came in and out like a piston, forcing the entirety of his long cock down to the back of your throat. You tried to move your head but with his hands holding your neck your movements were limited.

Your body squirmed and jerked as he used your mouth with no concern for your safety. Balls slapping against your nose with each thrust of his hips.

It was maddening. He was going wild.

Furthermore, he was enjoying himself. His expression you could not see but you could hear his groans and hisses through the squelching, ball slapping. It sounded like music to your ears. He was in pleasure after all these years torturing you he was also torturing himself which lead to him finally snapping at you.

All these years and he had to withhold all of these emotions, these trivial feelings that made him want to jump at you every time you opened your mouth and defied him. The first time it happened, he didn’t take pleasure in it. He tested the waters and each and every time you spoke out the ‘punishment’ was more sever each time.

Alas, today was the day of reckoning for him. As much as he gave you, he’ll take back. He’ll rid himself of this silly attraction, this obstacle and shut you up for good. That way you won’t mess with his emotions, his plans, his life.

Groaning he felt you gag around his cock finally. And it made him slow down just to hear you struggle to take him in. Yes, just like this he’ll shut you right up.

Miguel hissed lowly, “ That’s it,” He looked down at where his cock was connected to you seeing the bubbly saliva wrapping around his thick length and your mouth.

“Remember this Y/N. Every time you open your mouth to say anything against me, remember this feeling of you choking on my cock like a virgin,” He spat down you feeling elated.

And you, with bubbly spit falling down your cheeks felt a hunger you’ve never felt before. Your cunt weeped for touch, throbbed to squeeze something that could stretch it but instead all it received was the ghost of him.

You had his fingers knuckle deep driving you towards orgasm after orgasm, taunting you every time you came. He was wicked. Telling you this would only get worse each time she defied him. But for some reason your body moved on its own as if…as if it was calling to him.

With lack of air you tried to fight him, struggle to get at least an ounce of air but your struggle was futile. Eventually he gave you a break suddenly slowing down and coming to a complete stop.

He was breathing heavily above you as he remained still keeping himself balls deep inside your saliva coated mouth. Slowly, he pulled back dragging his sloppy cock out of your mouth.

Once he was out you took in a loud gasp of air coughing a bit as he took a hand back to grip the chair and kept it tilted.

“You…will never go…against my word again. Understand?” He was panting and his cock was visibly throbbing coated in your spit. Miguel was holding back and you weren’t sure why but you weren’t about to find out.

You opened your mouth wide and kept your tongue out as an open invitation for him to continue, to release all of his frustrations onto you or rather in you. His hold tightened on the chair and the back of your neck seeing you willingly wanting to pleasure him.

“Mierda.”(T: Fuck.)

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So I made an AI based off this fic so let me know what you think and please let me know if it’s buggy!

#wayoflove #x reader #smut #fem reader #miguel ohara xreader #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara #chair #fangs #hissing #Miguel ohara #darkroom #oscar issac

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I Didn’t Ask! (Miguel O'Hara x FemReader) (R-Rated)(ONE SHOT) (NO MINORS)

Miguel has been seeing you for a while. There’s no title on the type of relationship you have and you’re alright with that. But you’re tired of always being the bottom. Always giving him what he wants. So what about you? You had wants. And tonight you will show him just how bossy you could be. But in the end you wondered just how deep you’ve fallen into the hole of his.

Warning: CHOKING; BREEDING; CUSSING; FemDom(SLIGHTLY); Friends with benefits; talks of impregnation; and we curse the name of Peter B. Parker! (Jk he’s the best); slight male whimpering

Enjoy! ❤️

You couldn't stand him anymore! Not when he was acting more of a dick than usual. Sex here, sex there, you always gave it to him whenever he...he never asked.

He gave you this signal with his red eyes and then a small gesture with his head as to not draw attention whenever he was out being Spider-Man. As if people in Nueva York really cared that he was banging some reporter from the 'Nueva York Times'. You thought it was really cute! A super hero fucking the top reporter to keep her from revealing his true identity to the world!

How romantic.

In fact, it was so romantic that every time he saved the day and you weren't around to witness it he'd come all the way to your apartment to tell you about it when he was balls deep inside you!

Don't get yourself wrong, you really liked the guy but he didn't take no for an answer. He'd end up sedusing you and then you both end up in bed together. No more.

You were tired of being his bottom bitch taking all the hits until he went soft inside you. Tonight would be completly differet.

Yeah, totally. Just get him to relax a bit and release once or twice, then you'd strike.

You hummed in agreement with yourself around the cock that was gliding in and out of your drooling mouth. Miguels hands encased your head keeping it still as he used it for his own pleasure. At this point you weren't sure if he wanted to keep you quiet about his identity and what he was doing with his little spider army or if he really just liked you.

For some strange reason the first one sounded more like him than the latter. But you know, you could be wrong. By the sounds of his deep moans you could be very wrong.

“Fuck— Chiquita…you know exactly what I like.” He mumbled in ecstasy as his fingers slowly slipped into your hair and grabbed a fistful of it.

It didn’t hurt. It never did but you hated it. He ends up always messing up your hair with his need to grab things when he was on the urge of release. With the plan you were concocting you needed him to be as pleased as can be.

So when his release came he’d go to mount you then you’d make your plan into reality.

And when he came with a shudder, the toss back of his head and a hiss through his fanged teeth you, being the docile little receiver of his seed sucked slowly, as if you were truly enjoying this. Tongue swiping left and right on his underside as he throbbed with each string of his release.

Before you knew it he was pull out of your mouth with an loud wet pop. You swallowed whatever was left over and stood when he grabbed for you.

“Y/N this mouth of yours… I don’t even want to know how many others you’ve sucked off to like that,” Miguel scoffs before a light chuckle follows suit as if what he said was purely amusing.

Cocky bastard.

“Hmmm. You’re right, I don’t think you wanna know.” You smirk with your head tilted and a finger wiping the corner of your mouth.

Now that certainly irked him. His amused grin immediately dropped and his jaw was set.

He took hold of your upper arm and gently urged to you bend over the bed he was once sitting on while getting serviced, “Shut up and bend over,” He began to mumble while his suit began to digitize away.

“‘You’re right I don’t think you wanna know.’” He mocked under his breath placing his hands on your bare hips but before you could bend, you turned in his arms and smiled up innocently at him. Miguel just starred at you with an annoyed expression and a heavy erection. (BA DUM TSSS)

“What?” He snapped.

“I want to try something new,” Your lips perked a bit and your hands slowly came up to his fore arms, his hands settled on your round hips.

Before Miguel can filter what you meant by new he assumed ‘new’ as in, a new hole.

“Anal? But I thought you needed to be prep—“ You quickly covered his mouth with your hand and pinched the bridge of your nose with the other while closing your eyes.

He simply looked annoyed while looking down at you expectantly.

“No Miguel. I mean— yes, I have to prepare for anal but that’s not what I’m talking about!” You took your hands back and clasped them together.

“Miguel, I want to be on top. I want to ride you,” You made sure to say so very very slowly so he can fully understand. Sometimes to you he had the same IQ as a five year old learning something new for the first time.

And with Miguel… let’s just say he was very old fashioned when it came down to the sex department. He barely knew what a blow job was until he met you and now that he tasted it from you there was definitely no going back for him.

Miguel’s brows furrowed once more as he looked at you wondering what you meant by riding.

“So…you mean you want to be on top when we fuck?”

You nod your head slowly turning back around to pat the mattress with a stunning smile,” Exactly. You get to lay down here and you get to have me bounce, and bounce and bounce on your lap until you’re completely satisfied.”

He pretended like it didn’t interest him but deep down you knew he was a sucker for a woman who took control. So to urge him a bit to do it you crawled into bed and sat down on your knees fully naked. You lightly touched your breasts with the tips of your fingers and with the other hand you beckoned him towards you with a finger.

“You’ll like it baby, I promise,” Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper but you knew he heard you.

He tensed up and his wet cock jerked up a bit. He’d never seen you so…seductive before. It was as if you’ve been possessed by something. Miguel slowly crawled into bed after you making sure he got close to your face and inhaled taking in your scent. His red eyes seemed to darken in color as he examined your face. Were you possessed?

“You never ask anything of me. Yet, you ask this? You better not be up to something Y/N.” He whispered in his authoritative tone of his.

You weren’t fazed at all and all you did was keep that sweet smile but you did giggle when he made eyes contact with you. Neither one of you said anything. Neither one had to.

Because you both knew.

That Miguel was the bitch and you were going to prove it.

It didn’t take long for him to get used to being the one at the bottom of someone’s pleasure because was always the one giving it to them. No one has ever offered to ride him or even pleasure him the way you did. Hell, he barely had time to fuck his own hand when the fate of the multiverse was in his hands.

But with you he reached new heights, new pleasures he never knew he could reach and right now as you bounced up and down his thick rod while mewling like a cat he knew this was a height he’d want to reach all the time.

Your hands stayed on his chest to help you balance yourself as your hips rose and slammed down on him repeatedly. And Miguel was holding himself back from moaning too loud, because men never vocalized their pleasure during the deed.

“Bullshiiiiittt!~” You tossed your head back with mix of a laugh and a moan. He was moaning when he was fucking your mouth like a teenage boy! Oh God, the things you’d do to him if only he’d let go of his masculine pride!

You came to a slow stop and looked back down at the big bad Spider-Man seeing sweat dripping down his brow and his teeth clenching. The poor guy looked like he was struggling to keep it all together. What a pity if only he would just let go and feel good like he should. Licking your lips you smiled and slowly rolled your hips forward feeling his cock rub against your inner walls.

Miguel tilted his head back further into the pillows causing his back to arch a bit. His hands tightened around your thighs clawing at the plush skin there as if threatening to make you please him. You did it again and again until he was panting and bucking his hips up into you.

Fuck. This was so hot. He looked so docile silently begging you to ride him, to fuck him and make him cum but poor little you didn’t want to.

Slowly you loomed over him, your hands sliding up his pecks. Your palms sliding over his pebbled nipples making him hiss out. And finally your delicate hands touched his neck.

You took a breath waiting for him to reject you or to glare at you but it never came. Miguel simply bucked his hips up into yours again but gently, giving you the permission you didn’t know you were waiting for.

“Oh Miguel, papito,” You cooed softly with a tilt of your head as your fingers encased his neck giving it a gentle squeeze not really expecting a reaction from him.

He groaned out loud and his dick jumped within you. His hands squeezed your thighs tighter.

Oh?

Did he like this?

Releasing a soft giggle under your breath you began to rock your hips back and fourth a bit quicker. Your walls squeezed around him, and just as your walls did so did your fingers.

“Do you… like this Miguel?” You lean over him with your hands still around his throat.

He simply looks at you with a burning gaze of lust that sent a whole shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“M-Mhm,” The one response, deep and needy made you all but want to squeal and ride him like a deprived bitch. Shit. You didn’t think he’d sound so…submissive.

This whole thing of dominating over him felt, empowering. As if you were meant to do this! You no longer rocked on his lap you now were back to riding. Hips rising and falling on his lap, cock being swallowed by your greedy hot cunt and your wet skin slapping against each other.

Your hands squeezed his neck tighter and you couldn’t help but slip into your role. You felt wild, frenzied and powerful.

“Oh yes, yes,” A gasp left your lips.

“Chiquita…come on, get it,”His voiced cracked a bit while he encouraged you as he helped lift your hips and pull you back down. He knew you were close because your walls tightened around his girth keeping it in a chokehold just how your hands did to his neck.

Miguel loved it. Hearing your voice fill with joy as you rode him and choked him. While looking up at you, you looked like a goddess using a worthy male to breed with, to use as you pleased. And it turned him on so much.

And in all honesty, he found it pretty cum worthy.

“I-I’m fucking you, I’m fucking you~” You chanted like a breathless prayer.

He made a promise to himself he’d never moan like a woman during sex but at this very moment he moaned, legs stretched out and dare he say his own toes almost curled.

“Si mami, you’re fucking me, you’re fucking me baby,” He hissed and groaned out while trying to adjust himself beneath you just so he didn’t release too soon but for some reason you were just full of surprises and squeezed his neck tighter barely giving him any air now. His red eyes rolled back and his thick calloused hands shot up to your wrists holding them. But never pulled them away.

“No, no, no,” You moaned out feeling your release crawling up your spine,” Aquí tú me quedas. M-me miras,” (T: Here you look at me. Look at me)Pieces of your hair started to fall down your face when you leaned down, your hair fully curtaining both of your faces.

“Watch me cum on your dick! On your prideful cock that only has one use,” You lifted yourself back up working your hips harder when you caught that line of orgasm and tossed your head back.

A whine came from your lips,” And that’s… to make me cum!”

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as a cry of pure bliss left your lips and your body convulsed. Apparently you weren’t the only one who felt that release because you heard Miguel groan loudly and his hips were raised into you. Thick hot ropes of his cum shot up your center like bullets.

“Gh… Agh—! Y/N!”

Rope after rope, after rope you felt it flood your insides.

Your hands lessened around his neck after a minute. Panting you looked down seeing Miguel looking at you with red cheeks and a…a different kind of look on his face. It was unrecognizable.

Neither of you spoke as you both tried to catch your breaths. Slowly, you slid your hands down to his collar bone. What the hell were you doing? Of course you’d have a plan and complete the plan but what about after the plan?

What if he didn’t really like it? What if—

Your eyes widened seeing light little marks along his neck. They looked red and looked a lot like fingers. Instead of saying anything you internally panicked and slowly turned your attention elsewhere while tucking your lips into your mouth.

He’s going to kill you. He’s going to kill you. He’s going to kill you!!!

The both of you were panting catching your breaths and he still held your wrists delicately in his rough fingers. He wasn’t pulling away nor was he scolding you for choking him. Instead he licked his lips before speaking.

“You. Are not going to tell anyone about this,” you looked down into his red narrowed eyes seeing nothing but embarrassment.

He couldn’t even look into your eyes properly so he glanced off to the sides pretty often. He was… shy? Miguel O’Hara was acting shy?!

You felt a poof of steam coming out of your ears (if it were even possible) at how cute he looked.

Smirking you lean down catching his eyes once again.

“You came too fast. So why would I tell anyone about that?” You teased watching his face go from shock to annoyance.

You laughed as he easily lifted you up and off his lap, his cock easily sliding out of you because it got soft. And he tossed to to the side.

You bounced a bit watching him slowly sit up and glare over at you and point,” I did not cum too fast. You did something to…I know you did something!” He swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood up. Miguel was naked and you could see the curves, the angles, and the bulges of his muscles along his broad back.

It always fascinated you how he got to be so big when most of the other Spider-Men were so lean. They weren’t your cup of tea really but Miguel, you were glad you threatened him when you found out about his identity. Because if you didn’t you wouldn’t see him as often as you did.

You lay lounging on your side feeling a warmth stickiness leaving your now satisfied hole.

“I didn’t do anything Miguel. You just liked what we did. There’s nothing wrong with that,” You watched as his blue suit suddenly materialized wrapping around his body now clothing him.

“I thought you should know something,” You sat up a bit trying to fight off the tiredness you were starting to feel. Miguel glanced back at you from over his shoulder waiting for you to speak as he adjusted his dimensional band.

“I’m ovulating,” Finally you lay right back down and buried your head into your pillow immediately finding it so comfortable. “Mmmmm… you might be a dad soon if you don’t get me a plan B.”

He didn’t bother moving. Was he broken? He did know you were joking about him being a dad right? If he didn’t get you one you could always get one yourself it was no big deal.

“Miguel I—“

“I’ll get you one… next time just so we don’t have a second accident.” His mask materialized over his face and he headed towards the balcony in your bedroom.

“Wait wait! Second accident?! What do you mean? I was just joking!” You scrambled out of bed grabbing the sheets and covering your nakedness. He was already out in the open cool night air crouching on the ledge of the balcony.

“Miguel… don’t play with me. What do you mean second accident?”

You were cautious. He knew something you sure as hell didn’t. Second accident? When was there ever a first?! While you clung your the sheet to cover your nakedness from the public eye of the night he already shot a red glowing red towards a building across the street. He didn’t jump yet.

“Well, we’re keeping this one.” He stood straight and jumped. You ran over to the ledge and looked over.

“We are NOT keeping it!” You screamed out at him as he swung away. He managed to face you mid swing.

“I didn’t ask!” He yelled back before disappearing into bright city.

You just looked off into the direction he left in with your heart pumping and your annoyance rising. You KNEW it! You just knew he was acting way too docile tonight for a reason!

Turning around and stomping back inside with a angry huff you crossed your arms over your covered chest.

“That Peter B. Parker!”

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Miguel and Begging (Drabble)

Summary: Miguel and begging. (He has to like begging for hall see him with lyle he sounded sooo 🫢🫢)

Warnings: Smut again! Begging, creampie, Uses of good boy

A/n: I know i’ve been putting out drabbles instead of the new chapter but these are things i write in 2 minutes on my notes 💀💀

let’s be real, miguel is most definitely a better when he does bottom in bed. Yes, he likes to be in control and whatever but nothing can tell me that he doesn’t like to be taught a lesson.

On some days, the man bottoms for you. Those days are really when he’s too tired to top or has just felt so dominant the whole day. Those are

your favorite days because Miguel easily becomes putty in your hands. Just from teasing, the man is already whimpering and begging for you to actually put his dick in your mouth. You don’t oblige until he puts a pleade on the end of that though. (That shit was soooo sexy in the movie theater!!)

When he finally gets what he wants, he lets out a long airy moan. Sometimes, your mouth is going too slow for the spiders liking and he attempts to wrap your hand in your hair to shove you to his pace but all that happens is you go back to teasing him and waiting on him to apologize. He does after a while.

After you rip his first orgasm out from inside of him, the next one is from you riding him. The pace only increases with how much he begs. If he wants to be stubborn and quiet, he gets nothing. However, when he wants to be a good boy and follow directions, you gradually speed up. When you’re on top, your pleasure isn’t on attention, it’s all Miguel.

Mr o’hara is definitely a moaner. When he was inside your mouth and hole, he was moaning louder than you can imagine. So loud, the neighbors were bound to be pissed the next morning. They could definitely here when he got close and started to beg for his release. if you were riding and you wanted him to cum inside, he’d grip onto your hips as if it was the last thing he could ever touch in the world. You’d be releasing all over his cock as he dug himself deeper into you.

You’d give him aftercare too. Holding him and whispering how much of a good boy he was for you while giving him soft rubs. If you weren’t too tired, he’d have a shower but most of the time he was way to tired to get up and bring you both to the bathroom to clean up so you left his cum inside you for the night and left it a morning duty to clean.

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I have a dream (Tangled, pt.3)

Summary: After his wife and daughter died he thought he lost everything. However, you for some reason, you'd didn't disappear. So, Miguel locked you up. He had to find some way to protect you so you couldn't be taken from him like Gabriella. What better way to do that then keep you in his dimension where he could get to you in case of anything

Warnings: bad parenting, lowkey kidnapping, signs of crying.

Now the two were off, walking off the property of her house. Though, inside of her chest her heart was repeatedly beating as if it was trying to make an escape. Just as she was doing. Was this really the right thing? If she wasn’t back by the time her dad was, he’d be furious. But at the same time, if she could show that she could handle herself and be an adult out here. Maybe miguel would finally let her enjoy her life. What if this was the worst decision she’d ever let happen in her life and the men, Hobbie brown that would whisk her away would be the worst descion she ever made.

“Why does your dad keep you inside anyways?” Hobie asked, breaking the previously awkward she soon that sat thick in the air. They haven’t spoken since he helped her out the window with his webs. “That’s kind of repetitive, inside seeing the same things all day”

The girl nods, picking up speed to the point where she’s now side by side with the man. “He wants me to be safe. There’s a lot to do but it does get repetitive, it’s really boring being cooped up in the house all day.” Y/n could feel herself get sad at the thought of being ignored at her request today. Why didn’t he want her to live her life? At this point, it was beyond trying to protect. He was trying to control. He loved being in control, being able to stop things from happening this was the same situation here.

“Is it some kind of grounding situation? How long you been in here?” Hobie asked.

“Since I was maybe 7. I got to go out a couple times on walks with dad but never enough.”

Hobie was stunned. Considering he hates repeating things and too much of things, he would hate being in the position that she was currently in. “That’s tough. You should have left a long time ago” Hobie was actually feeling bad for the girl, as if he was to take some type of responsibility for the girl to experience the best life she possibly could. “Miguel’s too uptight anyways, he needs to chill. The fireworks are in a couple hours, let’s just do other things before that aye?”

Y/n nods excitedly, walking with him before he clicks his watch and opens a portal to another dimension. She knew it was possible but it was amazing that she could see it unfold in front of her. He grabbed her hand before pulling her inside.

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“Miguel, did hobie come get you? he was supposed to tell you about the emergency.” Jessica said urgently, walking in front of Miguel and trying to show him his own office where something was unfolding.

“i don’t understand why you’d trust him to do anything right.” Miguel sighed. When the both of them got to the room to see the emergency signs all over the monitors. “What’s the emergency?”

“Sir, there’s an anomaly jumping from universe to universe, we can’t locate them at the moment. They have the power to open hee realities with their hand.

now this was a problem.

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