I Think Miguel O'hara Doesn't Like Voicing Out His Needs, Instead He Makes You "force Him" To Say Them.

i think miguel o'hara doesn't like voicing out his needs, instead he makes you "force him" to say them. he can be pushy, he can grab and pull, kiss and bite but his mouth will only spill out moans and some groans when he's halfway hard and you're not being fast on taking off your clothes or touching him.

he would grind and do everything in his power to get you to be just as horny as he feels. he'd curse out, both in english and spanish when you finally touch him back, when you're the one running your mouth to call out his whorish behavior.

he can bend wherever you guide him to, spreading his legs real nice for you, even arching his back. maybe you want him on top, ready to ride you, and he'll be happy to oblige. or maybe he'll let you push him around, seeing your face as you position yourself between his legs, watching his chest go up and down when he'll eventually sigh in relief, thinking he's about to get what he desperately wants.

his eyes would beg you to fill him up, but you'd wait enough to get him to a breaking point. teasing him, grabbing him, pinching his skin and leaving marks in his neck or back while he starts getting desperate because his cock has been already leaking from the beginning, and he really really needs you.

and by that point it'll only take a bit of dirty talking the big stud, telling him how hot and needy he looks, and he's done. his tone will be demanding, but soon enough he won't stop begging for your cock, screaming your name and asking nicely for more. miguel tells himself he didn't say all those things by choice, you push him to it, you made him be that stuttering mess, but he secretly loves how hard you fuck him each time he says please.

and so he'll say it again and again until you cum inside of him.

I saw the "Omega! Miguel" post and was reminded of something I read once in a fic that some omegas could get grumpy due to baby fever or hormone related stuff and honestly seeing how grumpy and stressed that man is, poor little thing deserves to be breeded

he'd be so grumpy and bratty, his usually soothing sent being marred a bitter overtone. you could see just how stressed he was, but any time you asked about it, he brushed you off. after a week of miguel's stand-offish behavior, you finally confronted him properly and fished the answer out of him. after all, your omega was upset, and your inner alpha was howling to know why.

what you weren't expecting was miguel's flustered, unusually shy mumble of "i want a baby...". to say you were shocked was an understatement, but you quickly shook yourself out of your stupor. if your omega wanted a baby, he would get a baby.

this leads to you primally fucking him, breeding him again and again, pushing deep to make sure your seed properly took. the sweet, happy chirps and whimpers from miguel spurred on your need to breed.

"i'll make you a mama, i promise."

y'know, i kinda wonder how a cowboy with a thick accent would sound when he's begging to cum. like, he's sat on top of you, the same way he straddles his horse—and all shame has been thrown out the window. he's a breathless, sweaty mess, and apart from the whining, he's letting all kinds of obscenities fly out of his mouth– of what he wants you to do to him.

btw, when i say 'thick accent', i don't mean 'sweet southern countryside' accent.

i mean the “th's 'ere town ain't big 'nuff fer th' two of us.” + “y' new 'round 'ere, partner? look'n fer a place t' stay?” + “'s dangerous t' be walk'n 'round 'ere by yerself, kid. 'specially at night.” type of accent.

Sometimes you have to adjust the suit you know?👁️👁️

I'd like to breed Miguel's boypussy until he's basically pregnant at this point with my spider babies and then we can start a loving family with him as a mama taking care of our children. I just i need i need i need need need his boypussy so bad.

HEAR ME OUT

*cough*

AMAB!Reader as a spider hybrid and then they went through like sort of mating season or heat cycle or whatever sht-

Basically they like kept themself in their own Universe until Miguel come to check on them since they were absent from the Spider Society for a while and ended up getting fucked dumb by Reader.

And actually enjoys it.

Thinking about Miguel desperately fisting his cock and absolutely smothering himself with a shirt he fished out from your dirty laundry. He’s taking deep lungfuls of the smell of your sweat that’s impregnated into the fabric, moaning and groaning like an animal as he fucks into his hand. It’s all wet and sloppy with all the precum dripping from his cock like a broken faucet, his balls sticky and smacking against his fist. He’s so gross, sniffing your dirty clothes like some mutt and getting off on it. He barely waited to rummage through your things the second you left the apartment, following his nose. God, he’s such a disgusting piece of—

His body shudders violently as he paints his stomach with cum, and his chest heaves with his rapid breathing. Miguel blinks the tears from his eyes and lowers the shirt, licking the drool from his lips, just in time to see you leaning against the doorway. His face begins to burn in embarrassment, and he clears his throat, not knowing what to do with the shirt in his hand, but you’re grinning.

“Good?” You ask amusedly, popping a single piece of popcorn into your mouth. He didn’t hear you come back from the store, much less make popcorn. The whole thing is absolutely ridiculous, but he’s salivating again the moment he notices the outline of your hard cock against your sweatpants. “You wanna take this to the bed or do you want me to fuck your throat in the laundry pile?”

Miguel wordlessly leans back onto the nest of dirty clothes and opens his mouth.