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𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. nsfw content, werewolf!reader, bottom!miguel, heat cycle, breeding, knotting, marking, free use kink, monster sex, belly bulge, squirting, slight bloated belly

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. based on this and this wonderful thirst from a wonderful author.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Miguel O'Hara, who wants to be used by you for your own pleasure, wants you to ruin him, make his cunt take your big fuckin' cock, breed him, mark him yours. He knows the risk of full moons, how it affects your werewolf genes and makes you feral, a stark contrast to the way you usually are. He knows how it can make you lose your mind, being fully consumed by the animalistic urge to just fuck and knot something, anything.

He knows and yet, he still chooses to unlock the door of the chamber in the Spider Society Base made specifically for you to deal with the heat cycle alone and away from anyone in order to prevent any accidents, claiming he has the responsibility of taking care of your every needs; the only one, that is.

Miguel O'Hara, who instantly drools at the sight of you growling and snarling, glowing yellow eyes tainted in lust and the urge to breed, snout baring sharp teeth that itches to bite and mark something, like an absolute feral animal. His wet, quivering hole clenches around nothing, heat pooling in the depths of his stomach as the want to be wrecked and knotted by you increasingly grew. You could fuckin' smell it, the scent of his desperation and want, his prepped, lubbed up hole ready to be used. It causes you to let out a deep, hungry growl as you waste no time to manhandle him onto the bed.

Miguel O'Hara, who's bent over in a mating press, his own claws scratching the mattress as each of your rough and heavy thrusts rips out screams from his throat and destroys his fuckin' cunt, your big inhuman sized cock practically rearranging his guts and creating a bulge in his fit stomach. Hole utterly used and abused, Miguel couldn't do anything but sob as you force him to take your cock, mercilessly pulling orgasm after orgasm, not stopping even after he's violently shaking from overstimulation.

"Fuck! Wai— aghhh! T-too much—! Too mu— ohhh!" He would struggle against you, sobbing uncontrollably because it felt so fuckin' good it hurts, only for his wrists to be pinned down by your clawed hand as you drill into him more, ripping another scream out of him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, sparks appearing in his vision. Drools and tears dripping down his face, his own cum covering his body, everything felt messy and filthy.

You let out a low snarl, the human mind completely shut down with your animalistic urges instead taking the lead. You could feel it, sense it, smell it — how much he loves this, being treated like a sex toy, like a female animal in heat, insides begging to be your cum dump, to be bred and knotted until his belly's swollen. The knowledge causes you to bite down hard on his shoulder with a possessive growl, no doubt leaving a huge mark as the metallic taste of blood touches your tongue. The pain immediately makes Miguel toss his head back on the pillow, eyes wide, screaming and body convulsing, cum weakly shooting out of his cock from how much he came.

Miguel O'Hara, whose tongue hangs out from his mouth at the pure ecstacy, mind completely fucked dumb by you, vision unfocused as whines, moans, and screams erupts from his sore throat. He feels your big cock convulsing inside him and he trembles in anticipation and excitement despite not being in his right mind, abused hole tightening more around you, as if to beg for your cum.

Miguel O'Hara, who babbles incoherent words and stupidly begs for your knot like a whore, throwing away every bit of sanity and pride and dignity he had left. Desperate for your cum like a bitch in heat, even though you're the one in heat right now. He sobs and begs for you to breed him, fill him up to the brim, get him pregnant. Let him be your personal breeder.

Miguel O'Hara, who moans erotically and loudly at the feeling of your knot stretching his hole and your huge load of cum gushing into him, thoroughly filling his womb as his cock squirts on his stomach that was still bulging. Eyes rolled back into his skull, tongue out, and trembling violently, unable to come down from the intense climax. You were still cumming, Miguel could feel his belly start to bloat from its amount, whines leaving his lips. A werewolf's cum is twice the amount of humans, as expected.

He hears a soft growl rumble from your throat before you started purring, licking his shoulder and neck affectionately as your cock finally stopped shooting ropes of white semen, and he moans softly, your loose grip on his wrists allowing him to tug them off so he could touch your soft fur.

Miguel O'Hara, whose lips are stretched upwards to form a dumb smile on his face as he rubs his thoroughly bred belly, whimpering happily at your knot still not retracting.

And just like that, he limps out of the chamber with your cum still inside him only to come back the next day begging for you to knot and breed him again.

Miguel O'Hara, who knows he certainly won't be able to walk for days if he continued this, yet can't bring it in himself to stop.

After all, a good and generous leader takes care of his member's every need, right?

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

hello my followers that only one of them is an actual person and not a bot. i'll probably post something here soon instead of reblogging others. don't expect anything though.

me after getting sucked back in into haikyuu hell and has been forced to consume dead memes from 2 years ago.

maybe i might even start writing for it. we'll see 👀

also i promise to finish the miguel fic im like 10%. it's not much but it's honest work

im gonna be taking a break from writing the summer miggy fic cuz i ran out of idea. be aware of something about sakusa coming soon. i've been obsessed with him since i rewatched haikyu (i've been obsessed with every character since i rewatched haikyu.)

➤ ⟣┄─ . ✧ ── LET'S GET FREAKY 【 Miguel O'hara thirst 】 sub bottom miguel. nsfw. reader has 2 dicks. (kinda snake) vemon! reader. miguel has a pussy. eating out miguel. reader is a bit silly.

Venom! Reader sneaks into spiderman headquarters and gets a bit silly.

Miguel's strong thighs are wrapped tightly 'round your head, your long tongue burried deep within his pussy as obscene wet sounds resonate within the small room you're in. Your hands are grasping at Miguel's ass, making sure he can't move away from the endless pleasure you're given him.

Miguel's moaning, hasn't stopped since you went down on him, and his gripping at your hair as you continue you tongue fuck him and circle his clit (the pros of having an alien tongue).

"Ahhh— ahh, fuck.. Fuck..!"

His breath is laboured, squeezing his thighs tighter around your head as he feels his legs spasm, and it doesn't help the fact that he could see a bulge forming, from your tongue alone. Anytime you laugh, the vibrations are sent right to his pussy— and he's sure he's seeing stars by now.

"Ahh.. Spider's are ssho yummy." You have a goofy grin on your face as you lift your head from in between Miguel's thighs, his cum splattered all over your face and mouth— as if someone had thrown a carton of milk your way. Miguel can't help but blush at the view of you covered in all his fluids, feeling his pussy constrict around nothing as you easily tower over him. Your dicks visible as you glide it up and down Miguel's pussy.

"It's like a slidee.." You slur, watching as both your cocks easily glide up and down Miguel's wet folds, now covered with your own, oozing black cum. Miguel furrows his brows, a blush still covering his cheeks as he hooks his legs around you.

".. Nng.. Jus' put it in already..!" He hisses, sharp teeth visible as he tries to grind on you for any friction. You tut at his behaviour, shaking your head mockingly as you grab hold of his hips— easily holding him down (something that stirs up Miguel's core even more).

"Gotta knock first." You giggle, holding Miguel down with one hand as you take one of your dicks with the other— knocking it against his clit as you imitate the sound "Knock, knock."

You're sure Miguel will find some way to kill you, so you quickly do the same with your other dick before he can have the chance to register what happened and complain.

"You—"

You push both of your dicks in, relishing at the wet sound that soon follows, and the way Miguel becomes all choked up— eyes rolled to the back of his head as you keep his thighs wide open, pushing them further towards his own body until his knees touch his shoulder.

"Spider's so flexible too.."

Miguel feels his mouth open, but no sound comes out as you start your brutal thrusts to his pussy, rendering him breathless for a few seconds. He moans and whimpers, muttering Spanish words underneath his breath as you continue to fuck him— never once taking your eyes off of his form. It's not long before Miguel cums for what feels like the 19th time— and ends up tired as he tires to lock his legs around your waist.

"Fuckin.. Hell.."

all my works r rushed and unedited but don't think with your brain but think with your dick 😞

maybe doing a part two but with hobie ☝ but then again idk british slang.

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader Pt. 2

Continuation of my previous post due to request :)

Part One | Part Two

cw: implied oral sex (r receiving), love bites, sex omg just sex, miguel gets fucked, reverse cowgirl and leapfrog positions, breeding kink, pet names, crying, established relationship (at the end tho)

Didn’t expect people to actually like the first part 🥹 this is for y’all

@sad-author-san @dragonspaint09

(word count: 2.6K+)

“Go lock the door.” Your voice was full of lust, a wave of arousal sweeping over you at Miguel’s whimper. You had no idea your superior could make such pretty noises. How were you just now taking notice of the pretty creature in your hospital room? Were you blind? You’d never really noticed just how alluring your boss was, face and figure, up until now. And the man touched himself to you groaning? Was this even the first time? Oh, you were gonna be up for a couple hours now.

He was extra careful during foreplay, despite your encouragement to do what he pleased, gently unraveling the wrap shirt the hospital gave you, uncovering your mouthwatering physique. Sat in your lap, his fangs gently nipped your pecs, indulging in one of his many desires that you so generously allowed as you stroked the tops of his firm thighs with your bandaged hands, groaning at the sight of his love bites. He scooted back before leaning down further, his tongue laving over the ridges of your abs, his fangs somehow even gentler as he nipped what skin he could without further irritating your still recovering ribs.

You slid a hand down Miguel's spine, hooking a finger over the waistband of his pants as he looked up at you, a shy expression on his face as a string of saliva connected between his pointed tongue and your abdomen. What a fucking tease. "I don't have any lube." Miguel whispered, a sultry look in his eyes. He was testing your patience. Testing you. He knew you could move only but so much with your injuries. You gripped the back of his hair, pressing his head closer to the large tent in your sweatpants. "You will." You said in a low tone, staring him down with a predatory gaze.

Miguel felt dizzy as he bounced in your lap, the room filled with sounds of your skin making contact followed by his whimpers and whines. His rapid inhales were quivery and heavy as he tried to hold back his cries of pleasure, fat tears dripping down his cheeks. It was far past visiting hours, and the last thing Miguel wanted was a nurse coming in and seeing the owner of the damn building riding one of their patients like his life depended on it.

He was leaned forward, his upper half propped up by his clawed hands, tearing into the hospital sheets between your brawny thighs. He rode every inch of your length, rising till the bulbous tip of your cock was left before slamming his hips back down. His hole was gobbling up every last bit of you, sinking down on every vein decorating your girth with ease, mouth ajar, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as hoarse cries were held back.

Y/n was groaning in Miguel’s ear, a mix of pain from the movement on your recovering body and pleasure as his hole fluttered around you. Miguel grew worried at the sound of your occasional pained grunts, slowing his pace and turning his head to try and look back at you. “Are you alright?” He asked with a wary expression. You didn’t respond, opting to wrap one of your calloused hands around his hip, slamming him back down on your cock while the other muffled the shaky sob that erupted from him. “Don’t fucking stop.” You growled into Miguel’s ear, causing him to nod frantically, warm tears transferring from his flushed cheeks to your hand as he resumed his desperate pace.

Miguel’s bottom lip trembled as he moved, your cock reaching deep inside him in ways he didn’t know was possible. Every thrust rocked against his delicate prostate as his own cock hung heavy over the sheets, dripping pre onto the bedding. “M’ close, y/n, so close.” Miguel was practically sobbing as he spoke in a hoarse voice. His arms were struggling to hold himself up, his vision flickering every time the underside of your cock ground against his bundle of nerves.

“Keep going for me, mami, c’mon.” Your voice was raspy in his ear and the name slipped off your tongue so easily as your hands rubbed up his sides. Miguel let out a low sob at the label, his pace was frantic as he bounced in your lap. He had never been more thankful for his strict training regime, giving him the strength to keep moving on your cock even with the burning sensation in his thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Miguel whined hoarsely, his eyes rolling back with each drop of his hips. Your mind was battling between different desires, a part of you wanting to reach around Miguel and stroke him to finish, but another wanted to watch him unravel on your cock alone. Fuck it. You reached one of your hands forward, teasing his tip with your thumb while your other hand held his hip lightly. Miguel came undone quickly, his cum coating your fingers as he sobbed out your name, tears streaming down his pretty cheeks.

Miguel’s arms were trembling too much to hold himself up, slowly bending them and lowering his upper half down to the bed as his tears soaked into the sheets below. Your hard cock was still nestled inside him as his last few drops of release dripped onto the fabric, his hips stationary as they trembled above yours.

You weren’t done. Not yet. You gritted your teeth as you prepared to reposition, sliding the IV out of your arm before gripping Miguel’s hips as you lifted him a few inches off your cock, prompting him to whine softly. “I know, mami, I know.” You said soothingly as you bent your leg, readjusting yourself to kneel behind Miguel while propping his lower half up on his knees to properly meet his hips with yours.

The position was a bit painful on your still recovering ribs as you leaned over him, but that didn’t matter in this moment. You reached a hand back, grabbing one of your pillows. You wrapped your other arm under him, your forearm pressing into his chest as you gripped his neck, lifting him like a toy before stuffing the pillow under him and dropping him back down onto it, giving him something to muffle his sweet noises with. He was going to need it, cause you weren’t in the mood for mercy.

Miguel was bawling into the pillow as you moved, pounding into him at a brutal pace. Your eyes were raking over what you could see of his body as you leaned over him, one hand pressed into the bedding next to his head and the other gripping his hip tightly. His back arched so prettily to meet your thrusts, the muscle of his ass smushed against your pelvis every time you bottomed out and—Oh my god. Was this love? He took you so goddamn well. So perfect. You could tell this was his first time getting fucked by an actual cock. He must’ve relied on toys up until now. Did he think of you when he used those too? You wanted to ask him, but you could tell from his body’s reaction to your size that none of his little imitations could compare to you. His breathing was erratic and some of his inhales were choked off by a mix of sobs and moans.

“You’re doing so good, cariño, taking me so well.” Your voice was husky as you felt yourself steadily approaching your climax, your ears filled with the sound of Miguel’s cries in response to your words. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I’m out of here.” Miguel nodded weakly at your words, his arms wrapped around the pillow as his head swayed in sync with each of your thrusts. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. You would’ve been deep in denial if someone told you you’d be balls deep in your boss only eight months after being brought on the team. "Can't believe you were hiding this pretty thing from me for so long." You muttered, your words accompanied by a harsh spank against Miguel's right cheek, grinning when you heard him yelp and felt a flutter around your cock in response.

Fuck it. Miguel didn’t care anymore. If someone caught you two in the act, then so be it. He was doing a bit of everything now. Sobbing, moaning, sniveling, mewling, whimpering. He thought you’d cum not too long after him, but the rising feeling in his gut of another climax approaching him as well as your relentless pace said otherwise.

Miguel had a terrifying thought in the back of his mind that this all was just a lust on your end, only doing this for mutual pleasure, nothing more. Those fears were quickly erased however when he felt you slow your pace to a grind, the length of your member rocking against his prostate as you leaned down, pressing tender kisses against the muscles in his back. Your hand on his hip massaged circles into his soft flesh as you whispered sweet words into his ear, your cock grinding deep inside him as his eyes rolled back.

You had a strong urge to taunt him, make your little leader beg for your cock. You didn’t pick up the pace, opting to murmur against his nape, suggesting that maybe you two should leave it at this tonight, claiming that you didn’t want to overwhelm him with another orgasm. In the midst of giving your (fake) reasoning, Miguel had already reached one of his clawed hands out, gripping the wrist of your hand that rested next to his head, nearly drawing blood. He blabbered out a bunch of pleads, clearly distraught by your recommendation. “I can take it, I can take it,” his whines were cut off by a snivel, thick tears flowing down his face in desperation, “I need you, y/n, you can’t stop now. I need you to cum insi—”

You pulled back, sliding your cock out just enough for the tip to catch on his hole before slamming back inside him, resuming your merciless pace. “Fuck, you want me to fill you up, baby?” You grunted out between your thrusts. “Make me a daddy?” Miguel was delirious, couldn’t even respond as his eyes rolled back, drool leaking past his puffy lips and onto the pillow below him. You tucked your head against the curve of his nape, muttering dirty things in his ear as you pounded into him.

God, normally you didn’t like talking, but tonight you were feeling chatty. “Answer me, mami. Or do you want me to stop?” Miguel’s voice was hoarse and whiny, slurring his words as he got more and more drunk on your cock. “I wan’ it, I wan’ it.” He couldn’t hold his head up even a few inches anymore, slumping into his tear-stained pillow as he got closer and closer to his second orgasm. “You can have it, baby, it’s all yours.” You groaned into his ear, your own climax approaching. “Take everything, my first born, my last name, take it all, mami.”

Your pace stuttered as you climaxed, filling Miguel up with your seed as you bit his nape harshly. The sensations drove Miguel over the edge, staining the sheets below him for the second time tonight as he sobbed your name into the pillow. It was too much for him, falling into darkness only moments later, the sound of you clicking a few buttons on his wrist watch being his last memory before succumbing to his exhaustion.

Miguel woke up the next morning in your burly arms, his head tucked against your neck as the two of you laid on your sides, facing one another. He was sweating a bit, your body emitting heat like a furnace as he tried to recall the concluding events of the previous night. He was in a foreign room now, dressed in some of your clothing, sunlight illuminating the little signs of life around the large bedroom. Your room. Clearly well furnished as he took notice of the mini living room in one of the walls of the room.

Miguel knew you were wealthy, known for your business relations all over your Earth. He was always a bit perplexed at how little time you spent in your own dimension, always either scouring other Earths for anomalies or spending time in HQ, debriefing Miguel on your expeditions while awaiting your next assignment. Like a machine. This always irked him, nearly made him wonder if his attraction to you was just objectification. But now that he had a clear view of your rarely unmasked face, he could see that he was wrong. That the Spider-Man of this Earth was very much human.

You let out a low groan as you slowly awoke, your arms tightening around Miguel before lowering the arm that wasn't smushed under his side to rest on his waist. "The nurses are gonna be angry when they see I'm not in my room." You murmured in a husky voice, your eyes still closed. "I'll make an excuse for you, they won't argue with me." Miguel whispered back, a giddy smile spread across his face as his heart fluttered at the sound of your voice.

You could practically hear the smile in Miguel's voice, slowly opening your eyes to meet his. Miguel was a bit surprised at the satisfied look in your eyes, a bashful expression spreading on his face as his eyes darted away from yours. You squeezed an arm around his back, pulling him flush against you as your other hand squeezed the sore mound of his rear. "Don't be a prude, boss." You said in an undertone before pressing a tender kiss against his lips. Miguel accepted the kiss for a moment before quickly pulling his face back an inch from yours, a look of displeasure on his face. "C'mon, y/n, don't call me that right now." He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed.

A small grin danced across your face as you turned, leaning your body over his as he shifted to lay flat under you, your arms bent and bordering around his head. "What would you prefer, Miguel?" You said in a low tone before you began pressing even softer kisses on his lips, his hands lifting to rest on your chest. "Mi vida?" A kiss. "Cariño?" Another one. "Or," you lowered your head enough so that your lips brushed against his when you spoke, "mami? You seemed to like that one last night." Miguel's lips pressed into a thin line at your last few words, a flush spreading across his cheeks at the memory. How fucking adorable.

"Y/n," Miguel murmured, a determination in his eyes, "what are we?" You stared down at him, thinking for a moment. "Y'know, I always knew when you were visiting me at night. I could feel you massaging lotion into my hands, or dripping antibiotics into my ear, or whispering stories about how you met Jessica. You're not very discreet." Miguel looked up at you, a vulnerable look on his face. "Why?" "I love you." Miguel blurted out a low tone, though his eyes were full of confidence. "I love you too." You replied in a softer tone, your elbows pressed into the firm mattress as your fingers ran through his hair.

Miguel looked like he could cry at the intimacy of the moment, but you beat him to it, one of your own tears dripping right below his eye before leaking down the side of his face. Miguel chuckled, reaching his hands up to hold your face. The two of you spent the morning exchanging kisses and sweet words before you both eventually had to return to HQ, returning to your room to receive a proper scolding from one of the older nurses.

Bro, I cannot put into words how badly I wanted to write miguel giving head. Imma have to save it for a part three where reader is fully recovered 😔 (obvi only if yall want it)

But yea, i hope yall enjoyed this 😆 It's like 3AM rn so I'm going to bed ✌️ feel free to let me know about any typos