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Request: Hey! So Miguel is my new obsession and I would just love to request this: So Miguel x male reader where the male reader reminds miguel of his daughter so he's overprotective and take son a fatherly role. I was thinking either that the reader gets hurt and Miguel accidentally calls him Gabriella so angst, or it's just a second chance for Miguel to be a father for a kid that needs it

ARAÑITO

- Miguel O’Hara & Child!reader

- Genre: Platonic fluff

- Synopsis: Jessica and Miguel decide to take you back to HQ for recovery, but with the slow process, Miguel grows a bit too attached to allow for you to leave his sight. Talk about fatherly instincts.

- A/N: Reader can be depicted as any age, though is written to be relatively in his teenage years. The Spanish used is from google translate, my apologies for any mistakes! If any Spanish users would like to correct anything, please do!

Jessica was the one to find you. Up against a vulture far from your own. Grotesque teeth exposed by an uncanny snarl. A thick substance, that could possibly be identified as saliva, dripping down onto his face as he was pinned beneath heavy talons.

Hushed and rapid wheezes and curses slipping past busted lips. The taste of metal heavy on your tongue as you grasp onto the heavy ankle, desperately trying to remove it from your collapsing chest. Weak pleas being spat, no clue as to whether they were aloud or echoing throughout your thoughts.

Vision spotting and a sense of doom filling your gut, your body gave out and you lied limp. So close to death that you simply accepted it.. until…

A large blur of blue and red tackled the man off of yourself. Leaving you to jolt up wheezing and coughing. Tears welling up in your eyes as the pregnant woman soothed you. “Sh, sh, shh.. we’ve got you now. Gonna be alright.”

Miguel works hard to take down the vulture, pinning him down with large claws and an open jaw. A similar state as to what the creature had you into before, only less patience as he locks his jaw down in a venomous bite.

Of course, by the time he’s finished, you’re unconscious after having the adrenaline wear off. Slack body held in Jessica’s motherly hold as she gives a knowing look towards the larger man.

“You can’t be serious,” he groans, walking past her and opening a portal.

“He’s injured Miguel! We can’t just leave him here.” She argues in turn, scolding the man. “He’s just a kid..”

The man pauses, slouched over and running hands through his hair as he groans. “Fine, but only for recovery.” He mutters, to which Jessica happily carries your unconscious form through the portal.

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The moment you wake up, you’re disoriented and blinded by bright lights. It’s all overstimulating; the lights, the constant beeping, and the static like touch all over your body.

It takes a moment to gather your surroundings, whining softly as you anxiously look around. Shaky hands lift up to try and remove the nasal cannula, only to be stopped by a much larger and warmer hand.

“I don’t suggest removing that, it’s helping you breathe.” You don’t know who this man is, but his words are gentle and you simply relax back and leave the tube alone, it’s better that way. “You fractured a few ribs in your fight, bruised a lung, but nothing aggressively serious.” The stranger huffs, seemingly checking the bandages that wrapped around your torso.

“W-who…” Your throat is sore and dry, it hurts to speak with the conditions. Your words puffed out with a wheeze and wince.

“Miguel O’Hara, head of the spider-society.” The stranger introduces himself, sitting back with a grunt. “You’re only being kept here because of your injuries. As soon as you’re healed, you’re gone.”

Such manners he had, you thought with a small glare. You didn’t need someone to take care of you, let alone someone who hated you from the start.

This was already the worst thing you’ve ever dealt with.

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It had been a couple days now, your recovery going slow as you remained bed rested with little movement. Today was Jessica’s day to check on you, but rather the warm woman, you were met with two younger men.

“So you’re the mystery spider!” The smaller of the two cheers, eagerly rushing up to you. “Miguel refuses to let anyone see you!” His energy big, like that of a puppy’s.

The taller, more punk-themed man stepped forwards, tinkering around with some of the many machines. “‘Course, we’re not ‘onna listen to that old bloke.” He mumbles, finally making his way over. “‘m Hobie, Hobie Brown.”

You only watch, eyes drifting over to the former man. “Pavitr Prabhakar!” He cheerfully informs, poking around at your IV’s and breathing support.

Eventually the nimble fingers cause your IV to slip out, causing a wince of pain from yourself. And as scary as it was, Miguel himself appears in the doorway. A nasty scowl on his face as he glares down to the younger men. “Pavitr, Hobie, our.” He practically snarls.

For someone without a spider-sense, he was scarily good at sensing when something was wrong. Perhaps his AI, you thought, glancing towards his watch as though it’s where she was kept.

With the two strangers gone, it’s just you and Miguel. He’s pacing, pinching the bridge of his nose as he goes on about something. “¡Le dije a Jessica, le dije que no los dejara acercarse a ti! ahora estas herido..”

You’re not quite sure what he’s on about, but he seems upset with himself. He spares an apologetic glance your way, walking over and gently caressing the skin from which your IV was pulled.

“This is going to sting, arañita.” He coos in a tone you’ve never heard before, holding down on your arm as he slips the IV back in. Hushing and coddling you as you whine in pain. The flinch you give only causes more pain from your ribs. Tears welling up as a bodily reaction to the pain. “I know, I know.. hurts, doesn’t it, arañito?”

You’ve never seen this side to him. It almost feels like trap. Luring you into a false sense of trust only to tear you apart..

Your small cries cause him to hold you close against his chest, whispering about how brave you were. It felt fatherly, almost. Something bitterly familiar. You never did have a good relationship with your own father.. maybe this was a second chance?

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Days turned into weeks. Your recovery a slow process, but you were improving. You were allowed to walk within the medical room, though Miguel refused to let you leave his sight. You were only allowed to explore alongside him, told you that he had to “keep you safe”.

You usually obeyed his wishes, but the boredom was just so aggravating.. it wasn’t like he would know either way. So, you left the room, stumbling along halls and bridges in search for something fun to do.

You near scream, as though you could in your condition, as a masked horse mindlessly knocks you to the ground. The cowboy atop seemingly panicked as he begins anxiously apologizing, but it’s not you he’s speaking to.

An all too familiar shadow peers over your small, ‘fragile’ form. Above you, Miguel stands with a menacing glare. He does not at all seem happy about the incident, or your little ‘escape’.

“Get that damn horse under control, cabron.” He practically snarls, immediately pulling you into the comfort of his large arms. It’s no surprise when he begins coddling you and checking for injury. He was always this overprotective of you.

“Are you okay, arañito? He didn’t hurt you did he? Why are you out of your room..? Were you hungry? Cold? Lonely even?” He continues to question you, holding you to his chest. “You know you can just call for papa, I’ll be there as soon as you need me.”

That was another thing, Miguel had taken it upon himself to have you call him papa. He was constantly spoiling you or doting on you. It was.. strange.

You hadn’t even noticed when the man began dragging you back to your bedroom, scolding you softly. “You know better than to leave, you could get hurt.. scared me so bad arañita…” he’s lying you in your bed, tucking you in and taking a seat on the edge.

“You know I’m just trying to protect you… trying to be a good father.” He seems so genuine, it makes you feel guilty.

“Lo lamento, papa…” He seems genuinely shocked to hear you speak, let alone in Spanish. Supposed you had picked up on a few words within your stay.

A small smile plays at his lips, glancing your way as he speaks. “It’s alright arañita, I know you didn’t mean to scare me..” he reaches over, gently stroking your hair back. “Just promise me you won’t leave me… please don’t leave me..” he seems to be upset with the idea, and so you agree to his terms.

Nodding softly as you take hold of his large hand, gently playing with the rough, yet warm, flesh. “Sí.. won’t leave… never..”

And it was true. You didn’t have plans to leave, not when he was such a good father. Not when he gave you reason to trust him. He offered you safety and love, and in turn, you’d be his arañito.

Props to the creator this well written and had me hooked the entire way through this deserves more attention and it just convinced me to write my nasty dirty thoughts about Miguel, feel free to send requests about it 😩

Feral! Miguel O'Hara x Top! Male Reader

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

words: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miguel turned to the side, mouth creased.

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

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

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

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

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

“We are NOT having this conversation.”

“My dick is literally still in you.”

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

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

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

Nah because your literally spitting facts 😭

The fact that he hurt TWO fifteen year olds in the movie was fucked up this man needs to be put in his place

I literally wanna wreck him and make him feel bad cause wtf?!

Two choices, break up with him on the spot or quite literally break him in bed

as much as i wanna fuck miguel i also wanna diss the fuck out if him cause it would be funny cause if i do it in frknt of everyone he cant loose his shit and if he does i will spread rumors about how he cant take a joke (he cant) and he jumped me behind the vending machine (he didnt i made the story a lot worse)

sometimes i just wanna ruin his life because how dare he hurt miles yk

i dont give a fuck abt the canon miguel how dare u hurt miles

like damn there was no reason to choke slam the boy into a train

i might as well choke slam you into my bed while degrading you

nah you'd like that too much maybe throw in some praise tell you how pretty you look when youre all slutted out

i need to go to bed

Lol, that works too, as much as I have been so down bad for this man, it is not ok that he quite literally hurts kids I immediately lose attraction every time I think about it

as much as i wanna fuck miguel i also wanna diss the fuck out if him cause it would be funny cause if i do it in frknt of everyone he cant loose his shit and if he does i will spread rumors about how he cant take a joke (he cant) and he jumped me behind the vending machine (he didnt i made the story a lot worse)

sometimes i just wanna ruin his life because how dare he hurt miles yk

i dont give a fuck abt the canon miguel how dare u hurt miles

like damn there was no reason to choke slam the boy into a train

i might as well choke slam you into my bed while degrading you

nah you'd like that too much maybe throw in some praise tell you how pretty you look when youre all slutted out

i need to go to bed

I've saw that you had written something for Miguel o hara and I've been simping hard for him ever since the trailers came out. And I've been needing some male reader so if you dont think it's to much to write about Miguel being really desperate for reader and needing reader inside of him which leads to Miguel tearing his suit open for reader to use and finally use him. If this is alot then am sorry for taking up space it just that I've never seen someone write for male reader for 2099.

desperation

miguel o'hara x male reader

note: no worries, i'm currently hyperfixated on miguel. this was fun to write, hope you like it! [ slightly proofread ] .

cw: bottom!miguel, breeding, sexual tension, rough & outdoor sex.

word count: 1.4k

“fuck– it’s too hot in this suit,” you murmured as you grabbed hold of your mask, taking it off swiftly. you and miguel had been patrolling for the night on the outskirts of your city after being alerted by your officials. 

the way you said “fuck” made miguel’s head spin, the tension only building up even further. this whole time miguel has been fighting his own urges to make a move but was far too embarrassed in an environment like this. even if the location was miles away from the headquarters, he did not want to risk being caught by anybody. everything about you from your touseled hair to your suit hugging tightly around your shape made him flustered and tried to stay out of your gaze. 

you noticed him turn away and raised a brow, wondering if he had seen something in the distance or was simply feeling unwell. “you alright, mig?” you asked, slightly teasing him with the nickname you loved using. he let out a small huff through his mask and saw the misty cloud escape through it, as the temperature outside was a bit colder than usual but you didn’t mind. 

“yeah, don’t worry. just a bit cold,” he replied and you shrugged your shoulders, taking a seat on a nearby rock. miguel glanced over at you as you rested your elbows on your thighs, causing your suit to stretch around your arms. from all of the training you’ve had over the years, it definitely paid off, and staring at you simply made miguel’s stomach feel warm.

“y’know, this is so useless..” you grunted and he raised a brow, humming a small “hm?” under his breath. “there’s no threat. is everyone just on edge? because personally, i’d rather be home under the covers.” annoyed, you kicked a tiny pebble off to the side and slightly leaned your head back out of frustration. 

miguel’s breathing changed as he continued to watch you, not paying attention to any of the words you just said. he was focused on your breathing and how your neck flexed against your suit, your adam’s apple becoming prominent. he sat down across from you, causing you to look up at him and he seemed more tense than usual. you furrowed your eyebrows together, afraid that there was something on his mind, and refused to tell you about it.

“are you sure you’re alright?” you asked and there was a pause before he answered, “of course, what makes you think i’m not?” he spoke as if he was reading off of a script and you rolled your eyes.

“you aren’t talking much and you sound like you’re so miserable, is it that difficult to be around me?” you playfully joked and yes, it was difficult. miguel was sitting there fantasizing about you and he couldn’t do anything about his thoughts as he was trying to get ahold of himself. until it got too much and he felt a familiar tightness on the lower half of his suit, covering his lap in embarrassment. 

“no, i’m not miserable and it is not difficult to be around you. i’m just thinking about the project we’ve been working on is all,” he mumbled as he began fidgeting with his hands, causing his knuckles to brush against his boner. miguel let out a hiss, trying to cover it with a lame cough but you never thought anything of it. you got up, pacing around in front of him, trying to think of what to do for the next hour. miguel continued to watch you, his eyes examining each move you made. he felt like a pervert but couldn’t help his thoughts as you were standing right in front of him, his desperation for you only growing stronger by the minute. when you turned around, miguel got up from his seat and stood right behind you, pressing his body against your back. 

“hey, do you–” you felt something poke against you, knowing that familiar feeling. “i can’t do this anymore,” he grunted in your ear, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. you licked the top row of your teeth, watching his hand slowly trail down to your own bulge. 

“miguel..” you warned as you leaned into his touch, bucking your hips up against his hand. you moved out of his grasp and turned around to face him. 

you took off his mask for him, revealing his lustful eyes. his fangs poked through his lips and you found it adorable, grabbing a hold of his face to make him watch what you were going to do. he looked down, his eyes trailing to your hand as you rubbed your hand against his cock. miguel let out a gasp, causing him to bite down on his lip and poked himself with his own fangs. he winced but was too focused on the pleasure you were giving him. 

“so this is what got you all hot ‘n bothered, hm?” you teased, and he whined as he tried to press himself against you even further. miguel got tired of the teasing and took matters into his own hands as he pressed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you. it caught you by surprise and you placed your hands on his shoulders, gripping tightly onto his suit. 

“please.” he whined into the kiss, his hands tampering with his own suit. you pressed on the emblem on your chest, causing your suit to disenthrall from your figure. without thinking about the consequences of his actions, miguel tore open his suit for easier access as his suit was more complicated to get out of. the sound of the fabric tearing made your eyes widen, knowing it took him so long to perfect every aspect of it. 

“¿tan desesperado estás?” you whispered against his mouth as you signaled for him to jump, pinning him against a nearby wall. 

“cállate.” he hissed, connecting your lips together once again. you took your cock in your hand, noticing the precum that was spilling out. miguel bit down on your shoulder, feeling his sharp teeth pierce through your skin, causing you to let out a loud moan. 

“fuck me already. please, stop making me wait. i’m so des– fuck!” he whined in your ear, feeling his hot breath against it. you thrust into him without any warning, forcing your cock to go in. you felt him stretch around you, a string of curses slipping out of your mouth. “you’re so tight miguel…” you grunted through your gritted teeth, finally putting all of it inside of him. 

you used one arm to stabilize yourself and the other to hold miguel, keeping him close to your body. miguel dug his claws into your back as you pounded into him, not giving him any time to adjust to you. he threw his head back against the wall and you looked at him, thinking it was such a pretty sight to see him so desperate for you. 

you quickened your pace, each thrust began to be harder and rougher. miguel’s moans filled the air as he did not care to be loud, noticing him stare off into nothing as if he was so cock drunk. you took this as encouragement, slamming into him as you felt your orgasm reaching its peak. 

miguel seemed to notice too, mumbling in your ear, “breed me… please” as that was all that he could let out. you smiled, pressing a kiss against his temple, “good boys get what they want”. you buried your face into his neck as you came, moaning his name out loud as you made sure to pin his ass against your cock. miguel followed shortly after, gasping for air as he moaned your name over and over again. you stood there, still inside him as you wanted to make sure you filled him up. 

“you alright?” you asked with concern, looking up at him. he pressed his forehead against yours, a smirk plastered across his face. 

“of course. getting fucked by you is always the best thing… and don’t you dare move.” he sternly ordered, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to keep himself steady. 

“i wasn’t planning to just yet. but what about your suit?” you asked and he pointed at his wrist cuff, not noticing it before.

“i made a new prototype. thought i’d test it out tonight…” he mumbled, closing up the space between you two to kiss you once again. he began to move his hips, earning a groan from you.

“you fuckin’ whore… you do realize that there are cameras right?” you pointed up at one and he placed his hand behind your nape, pulling you closer to him.

“then let them watch.”

request/fic idea:

reader jokingly puts a bell on miguel o’hara since he approaches so quietly and tends to startle you and the other spider-men. he tolerates your humor for a bit since it increases the work morale

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

a/n: my mind loves miguel as a cute cat with the little bell on him, but he’s also a good puppy too. hope this was to your likings regardless.

i also turned this into a lil fic, hope ya don’t mind, stranger. >;]

Bottom! Miguel O’Hara x Top! Male Reader

words: 2.7k

warnings: praising, feminization, anal sex, butt plug, smut

The room was dark and slightly cold when you opened your eyes. You were in a bedroom, specifically Miguel’s bedroom, looking down at the other man softly sleeping, wrapped around your arms. It was one of the many shared things you do, alternating between realities of sharing apartments, much less beds. Though you were more so in his than your own due to the man’s unhealthy work balance.

Carefully peeling your arms off, you reached into the dresser of the nightstand, ever so slightly opening it to avoid making loud movements. Reaching in, you pulled out a collar and deliberately grabbed around the little bell to suppress any possible noise.

You quietly moved to lay on top of him, adjusting his head as you tried to slip it under him to correctly put it on. Deep in concentration, you steadily lifted his head careful to-

“What are you doing?”

A mistake, you should’ve used a distraction.

You froze, hearing the man underneath you sigh, opening his eyes. You locked eyes and began an intense stare down, not willing to move a muscle and Miguel solemnly staring hard into your eyes with a tired expression. What felt like passing years to you, as you both refused to break eye contact was only a minute before Miguel clicked in annoyance. Face contorting in slight anger.

“Eres tonto, I’m not a fucking dinosaur, I can see you.” He gritted between his teeth, eyes changing into daggers. Sensing that you couldn’t fool him any longer, you quickly put on the collar around him before he could react fast enough. He grabbed your arms just as you buckled the collar, locking it around his neck. Miguel bared his fangs at you, bringing you closer to his face.

“Tell me right now what this is or I’m throwing you out the damn window.” He hissed. You brought your hands up, ultimately surrendering because he will actually throw you out, he’s done it before when you kept pestering him while he worked. Pushing random buttons and obnoxiously loud chewing, he swiftly picked you up and threw you out an opened window, shutting it closed behind him. You brought gifts and apologized for three days straight before he allowed you near his home again.

“Calm down love, just wanted to surprise ya with a gift” You grinned, reaching out to push the little bell, giggling as it rang leaving a little to be amused expression drawn on the other man’s face.

“Your gift is essentially a cat collar. I’m not wearing it.” He deadpanned, moving to remove it from his neck. You quickly stopped him and jabbed a finger at his chest.

“Hey, this is what you get for sneaking up on me for the past week!” You huffed, giving him an accusatory finger as the other man swept a hand down his face.

“No, I haven’t been. Give me one good example” He sighed, leaning against the bed frame, crossing his arms waiting for your so-called proof.

“Oh, you want an example huh? Let me give several actually.” You said, clearing your throat as you began. Miguel groaned.

“First, I was making dinner two nights ago and you just stood right behind me! No, hi, hey or honey, I’m home!”

“I called for your name and you didn’t respond, so I went to check.” He defended.

“And that gives you the right to give me a heart attack?”

Miguel grumbled and turned his head to the side, mouth frowning. “I ain’t done mister,” you said, grabbing the side of his face to turn back to you. “What about the countless times you scared everyone by spawning out of thin air?”

“I didn’t spawn in, I walked in and if you all couldn’t react to that then get back to training.” He stated, raising a brow. You could feel yourself losing and grabbed your phone off the nightstand, flipping through photo albums, determined to show evidence.

“Look, you photobombed a group picture then disappeared when we checked behind us and reappeared in front!” You exclaimed, showing a photo with you along with a few other spider people posing and a tall dark blue figure standing at your side. The next picture was everyone turning their heads back to look at you, with the last picture being Miguel’s body covering half of the frame while everyone scrambled to leave or falling to the ground — the latter being you.

Miguel let out a chuckle at that before resuming his usual stone face demeanor. You gave him an incredulous look, smushing up his face with your hands.

“You owe me one Miguel and this is an easy way to pay me back, yes?” You smiled, watching the man huff.

“This is unprofessional and you’re only doing this because you find it funny.” He jabbed, moving his hand to feel the collar around his neck, ringing the bell accidentally.

You grinned at the frown on his face, “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, but are you going to wear it?”

Miguel rolled his eyes and grumbled at the thought of actually going through with it, but after a few kisses and gentle petting, he ultimately agreed to wear it. You cheered and got out of the bed to get ready, excited for what’s to come while Miguel slowly trudged behind you, hand on the collar.

You had to split off from the man once you both arrived at headquarters due to patrolling your own world for any crime activity and helping a group of spider folks with tracking an anomaly. While you were searching for the anomaly, you fell into a conversation with them and they couldn’t help, but stir thoughts about Miguel that you’ve never really considered.

One spider spoke of how hilarious it was that you managed to convince Miguel to wear the collar. You laughed along with that, but the other spider said that if you could get away with putting a collar on him, what else is stopping you from putting him in more get ups. After that you fell quiet, thinking of several more ways the collar could complement.

Miguel always had nice slim hips, perfect to grab and keep steady as you plow him to oblivion. Thighs that were always so firm yet quivered under your touch as he tried helplessly to continue riding your cock after cumming numerous times before.

You could feel yourself heat up at those thoughts, a burning desire to see his delectable thighs wearing something… with lace, a nice matching bra that would drape across his chest. Your mouth starts watering at the idea. The cute little collar bell would still be on him as you fuck him stupid. You could feel yourself get light headed at the thought, but turned out to be a robotic tentacle hitting you, attached to the anomaly, Doctor Octopus in the wrong reality.

Feeling annoyed and frustrated that your daydreaming was so rudely interrupted, you jumped into the now ongoing battle with the other spiders. Determination to quickly capture the man and return back to Miguel with reinvigorated vigor. You were just really horny.

The fight had lasted quite awhile as the Doctor threw several citizens that required you to slow down and rescue, making you even more tense. A few concerns were voiced with your fellow spiders by your “enthusiasm” before silencing their worries as you trapped the mad scientist against a wall with your webs, tentacles incapacitated alongside. Finally glad the fight was over though a coiled knot still burned within you.

The others had decided to take over of putting the Doctor in a trap box while you left to return to Miguel’s apartment. He had sent you a text earlier while you were fighting that he’s continuing his work from home and not totally because he was hiding from Peter, who kept taking several pictures of him.

Slipping through the door, you stalked down into the hall searching for the man. Then you heard it, a soft ring coming from his studio room. You watched as he tinkered with a piece of equipment, lips pouting and face scrunched. He had changed from his suit to a more comfortable set of clothes, a loose tank top and sweatpants. From his side you could see a perky nipple begging to be sucked, coupled with some markings across his chest.

He gave a quick glance up before double taking at your disheveled appearance. You looked like a starved man that just found the most juiciest meal in the desert after a year.

Miguel audibly swallowed and lowered his gaze further down, landing at your cock straining in your pants. He gently set down his device, padding his feet softly on the floor as he walked up. Before he could say anything, you pushed him against the wall and attacked his lips. Bell ringing as you throw yourself against him, grinding onto his hardening dick with your own, groaning at the feeling.

He tried to match your intensity, running his hands through your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss but turned into a sloppily making out with teeth gnashing as you both continued desperately kissing. You ran your hands across his sides, tracing the muscles down his spine and slipped under the waistband of his pants to grab a handful of his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. A low whine escapes his lips at which you devour, motivating you to draw even more from noises from the man.

Kneading the mound in your hands, you hoisted him in the air, grabbing onto his thighs and making your way into the bedroom. Miguel always had a thing for you display’s of strength, especially when he’s put into a chokehold as you plowed into him or fucked him in the air — both times cumming incredibly quick.

Reaching the bedroom, you shimmied the door open and laid him down on the bed as you began frantically taking off your clothes, not wanting to separate from his body for long. Miguel followed suit and stripped himself of his tank top and sweatpants. Just as he was about to rid himself of his collar, you reached a hand out to stop him.

“Keep it on for me love, want to hear it going crazy while I fuck you.” You purred, Miguel’s face flushed out of embarrassment before nodding.

You were immediately back on him, latching onto one of those delectable nipples while the other toyed with nub, swirling and pulling it around your fingers.

Miguel keened at the feeling and pushed your head closer to his chest, watching as you left dark marks. Switching nipples, you slipped your hand down and wrapped around his leaking cock laid against his stomach. Running a thumb at the top of his cockhead and your fingers following, smearing the precome over his shaft. The pressure of Miguel’s orgasm began to build within him as he rutted desperately into your hand, chasing after the rush.

Miguel could feel himself starting to lose it, breathing stuttering and digging his nails into your head. “Ah- please mi vida, more, need to feel you in me.” He begged pitifully.

Releasing a piece of his meaty chest from your mouth, you met the man’s lust filled eyes, one’s where you could feel yourself pulled in. Then you heard it, the bell that was the center of your desires, thoughts of the man wearing god knows what with it came flooding back to you. Lacy lingerie, a cute cow costume, or maybe a maid wearing a bell. Mouth watering at the thought of fucking him in such outfits spurred you on.

“Of course darling, anything for my good boy who’d do as I say, right?” You cooed, digging into the nightstand for the half empty bottle of lube. Adding a generous amount on your fingers and his fluttering hole, easing one finger in gently.

Miguel closed his eyes at the intrusion, whining from the sensation and spreading his legs more. “Yes, anything for you, please keep going,” he panted.

“So good you’ll wear anything too, yeah?” You said, adding another finger, curling and twisting inside him.

Miguel huffed and visibly made himself relax as you stretched him out, groaning as you slipped a third. “Sí, te necesito en mi por favor” he whined, fucking himself on your fingers to prove a point.

“My baby is so impatient” you chuckled, removing your fingers from his puckering hole and lathered yourself with some lube. Tutting his hips wider for you, teasing him by rubbing the tip at his entrance. “Maybe I should get you a maid costume and teach you some manners.”

Miguel whimpered at your teasing, frustrated by your actions yet intrigued by your words. He never put much interest in wearing anything during your love making, but the implications of what you’d do to him rushed to his dick.

He was about to reply when you made your way inside him, groaning at the tightness and warm heat. Any words that were to be said, gurgled in his throat and a drawled whine emitting instead. You began to slowly thrust into him, peppering his chest with kisses.

“Fuck, you’d look so good in some lace too. Don’t you think, love? You always make anything look good on you baby.” You complimented, kissing and marking the side of his neck. Miguel whined and threw his head back, bell ringing as the force of your thrusts increased.

“Get you a matching collar and fuck you with it on. You’d look beautiful, shit.” You groaned feeling him tighten on your cock as you continued your barrage of compliments.

“You like that baby, my good boy, want to dress up all nice and pretty for me?”

Miguel struggled to formulate a reply, every word on his tongue came out too fast or went higher in pitch, coming out as a moan or whine. From the few things you could pick up from him were lost behind a language barrier, slurring his words and opting for just expressing himself with his body by matching your thrusts with his grinding. He could feel his orgasm building up quickly and wanted to beg you to slow down, but refused to end your onslaught on him. Letting a broken sob as he clamped down, doing his best to be good for you and wait for his orgasm.

Sensing his thighs quivering, and desperate attempt to bring you closer to the edge. You cooed into his ear at how proud you were of him for waiting and you’ll fill his cunt with your cum. “Doing so good for me darling, gonna come in that perky ass of yours.”

Miguel sobbed, mouth hanging open as he tried to plead with you to let him cum, body trembling underneath you. “You can cum baby, fuck, going to come soon” you groaned, chasing after your own orgasm using Miguel’s tight hole. The bell continued its frantic ringing that was drowned out by the sounds of your fast thrusts, hard slaps filling the room. Miguel cried out as he came, splattering over his chest, reaching up to the bottom of his chin.

He collapsed into the bed but still clenched, letting you use him for your own pleasure. You came soon after that, cum gushing into him before leaking around your cock, onto the sheets. The bell’s ringing had come to an end, only softly chiming whenever Miguel moved though the man seemed exhausted to consider doing that.

You slowly pulled out and watched your cum drip out of him, Miguel whined at the feeling of being empty. Moving to the nightstand, you grabbed one of the man’s butt plugs and sealed your cum within him. The man softly groaned before settling back down on the bed. You chuckled at his display and stood to get a warm rag from the bathroom to clean you both, removing the collar from his neck.

After that, you were both too tired to change the sheets and pushed it for your morning version problem instead, nuzzling a tired Miguel on your chest who softly spoke to you. “So, you want to tell me what that was.”

“Believe I said it all love, you’d look amazing in some lingerie. Maybe some costumes here and there as well.” You muttered, combing your fingers in his hair.

Miguel bit his lips, a faint blush dusted his face.

“One time… I’ll wear it for you once.” You grinned at his response.

“You’ve got a deal, love.”

Miguel O’Hara X Black Cat! Male Reader

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Authors Note: Took some inspiration from Felicia Hardy and Selene Kyle, let’s be honest Selene is my mother and will let her whip me whenever she wants 😌, so why not make this shot full of sass and perhaps some slight sexual tension? Also all Spanish words are correct, I am fluent in Spanish and Latino myself!

Summary: Every universe had a black cat, weather it ends in a good or bad outcome every Spider-Man had at least experienced being around a black cat. Miguel had his own variant back at his universe, but his story with black cat is interesting.

Warnings: ATSV Slight Spoilers! Some angst, mentions of time travel, breaking and entering, kissing, language, Miguel is tired, mentions of past divorce, mentions of Gabrielle, timeline, loop holes, miles wants to be adopted, reader is trying to bring hell, reader is protective of Miles, breaking the rules, toxic Miguel, Toxic reader, a negative plus a negative is a positive.

Word count: 4.1K

— || Part Two ||

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Noir didn’t know why he enjoyed watching the kid mess up, but it brought some joy into his daily task. Here he is standing on the edge of a roof top, staring down at the city’s number one hero trying to get himself untangled from his own webs. Both he and the little spider in red and black were chasing each other throughout the entire city, nearing midnight he was caught by the cities hero stealing a very valuable gem that was worth thousands, good enough for Noir to steal. How could he not? Now, after hours of chasing here he stands, head tilted in disappointment as he watches the little spider trying to escape his own webs after a malfunction in his own creation.

“Now this goes—wait, no…”

Noir tilts his head back, signing deeply to himself as he tucks the gems into his pocket before jumping down from the building and landing in front of the kid. He was a thief, not some cruel person who’s going to leave this poor kid stuck. “Kid—“

“I got it! I got it! Just have to—AH!”

The kid only get himself tangled into the web even more, causing the thief to roll his eyes, using his own claws to cut thought the webbing like it was nothing. The little spider looks around in surprise and smiles under his mask. “Hey, that worked!”

“Indeed it did.” Noir mocks him back, rolling his eyes from underneath his goggles.

“Now, I’m turning you in—!”

Noir holds his hand up to cut the kid off, pinching the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh. “Kid, we’ve done this too many times. We all know that you’ll never be able to get me so just let it go and go after someone who is actually causing harm.” He give the kid a pointed look before using his grappling hook to get back to the roof top and continue his way back home. Only for the kid to follow after him, he expects himself to get into a fight with the kid again, knowing that he would win the fight and end things quickly.

“Wait! Look, I get that what you’re doing isn’t entirely dangerous nor are you harming anyone but, why do it? Why steal when you can just get a job?”

Noir’s eyes widen and bursts out laughing, shaking his head as the kid stares back confused. “Get a job? Kid, I did have a job but, no matter where I worked it was never enough to survive. Not everyone has an easy life and if you have to take some risks then take it. You can try and stop me all you want, kid. But, it won’t make things better.”

The kid stays silent, taking in his words as Noir brushed past him and makes his way towards the other side of the roof.

“Wait!”

Noir sighs, hand on his hip and looks over his shoulder to see the kid standing his distance. “I’ll stop coming after you.”

That causes him to raise a brow, confused and surprised by the kids sudden words, before he could ask why the kid speaks up. “If you teach me how to fight.”

Of course.

That’s how the two have been getting along after a year of teaching the kid how to defend himself, he was new to the whole hero thing and Noir was the only one who was able to teach him a thing or two. It was rare for him to connect with people who weren’t trying to kill him or let alone take him to prison for stealing something valuable of theirs.

Currently both of the two are sitting on top of a clock tower, the kid eating some pizza while Noir sips his morning coffee, watching the sunrise after spending all night training the kid on how to land his punches. “Isn’t it too early for you to be eating that stuff?” He mumbled out, getting the kids attention who turns to him with a stuffed mouth full of pizza.

“…no?”

Noir chuckles at the kid. “Don’t come to me if you start getting heartburn.” He mumbled around his coffee cup before taking another sip, focusing on the view ahead. The two spend most mornings like this, eating ‘breakfast’ together and enjoying each others company. The kid had stopped trying to get him arrested and each time Noir was caught stealing he always made it out without an issue.

He’s known the kid for a year now and he’s grown onto him. The last time he was around someone he cared about he ended up losing everything and always pushed people away from getting too close, but the kid always found his way back into his life. Noir breaths softly, glancing at the kid who had just finished his box of pizza and closed the lid while whipping the grease from his fingers onto his suit, causing the older man to grimace at his manners.

“All done, so what’s the training today?” The kids voice is full of enthusiasm which causes Noir to chuckle. “No more training.” He sets his coffee cup to the side and stands from sitting on the edge of the clock tower, towering over the kid who tilts his head back, staring at his second mentor. “You’re ready to do things on your own and I am done here.”

“Wait what?” The kid tilts his head to the side. “What do you mean your done here? Are you leaving?”

Noir placed a gentle hand on the kids shoulder. “You’ll do fine on your own, I taught you nearly everything I know. I’m clearly not needed anymore and I have business to attend somewhere else.” Noir was reaching a deadline with his stay here with the kid and had to move onto his next task, wanting to avoid bringing the kid anymore trouble that he’s already dealing with alone in this city.

The little spider before him doesn’t know how to react to this situation, clearly not happy with the outcome but knowing that he can’t do anything about it. “Will you be back?” He asks.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Noir shrugs his shoulders, sighing deeply to himself. “I don’t know…” He really didn’t, one moment he’s here and the next he’s gone. That was his plan and always has been.

Noir can see how bummed out the kid is and can’t help but, pull the kid into a gentle hug. “I’m ever around I’ll make sure to meet you. Perhaps during one of our usual chases.” He gets the kid to chuckle at his humor before the two pull apart. He’s staring at the kid with a sad smile, with a clawed index finger he bops the kid on the nose or where he thinks his nose is at due to him wearing the mask.

“Take care of yourself kid.”

“I’m not a kid…”

Noir chuckled. “You’ll always be a kid.” He picks up his empty coffee cup, making his way over to the ledge of the clock tower, facing his back towards the kid before looking over his shoulder to give the kid one last advice. “Don’t let anyone tell you what you can’t do, remember that.”

With that he jumps off the tower, leaving the kid on his own to continue on his own path.

Noir already planned to leave this place and couldn’t delay it any longer before he finds him. Upon arriving to his apartment, he slips through the window undetected from the neighbors and slips off his tinted goggles along with his gloves, letting out a deep exhale as he looks around the semi empty apartment that he was only planning to use for a short period of time.

He toss the gloves to the side and keeps the rest of his uniform on as he works around the apartment, collecting certain things to take with him while the other stuff he stuffed inside a trash bag, clearly not needing that stuff any longer and tossing it out the window, where it landed down below and into the dumpster.

Once the apartment is fully empty he reaches inside the bag he was planning on taking with him, unzipping the front pocket and pulling out a silver bracelet. He stares at the blank screen, knowing that once he turns it on he will be traced, only giving him a few minutes to plan his escape. He zips up his bag and slips on his goggles again along with his gloves, slipping the bracelet over his wrist and with his index finger he taps on the blank screen, watching it turn on, activating.

“Five minutes.” He whispers to himself as he quickly types in Earth-42502, watching as a portal opens before him.

Adjusting his goggles, he takes a step forward only to freeze in place when another portal opens behind him. “The hell?” He looks over his shoulder, eyes widening under the goggles as a flash of red and blue zips towards him. He doesn’t have time to think as a hand wraps around his throat, knocking him back into the other earth.

The two are free falling through the air, grunting as his hand finds the others wrist and glares. He’s quick to use his strength, kicking him off as they continue to fall. “That was faster than usual.” He calls out, getting the other spiders attention who glared under his mask.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive to Earth-42502, portal opening onto the roof top of Oscorp Tower. Noir lands gracefully, but is quick to jump out of the way when the other spider lands where he once stood.

“Here I thought I’d never find you.”

Noir remembers that voice too well, remembering the days that the two would wake up next to each other.

“Seems like your desperate to find me.” Noir speaks up, taking cautious steps back as his eyes follow Miguels large figure. The man showed off his talons, taking dangerous steps forward as if stalking his prey.

“Let me guess, you were waiting until I activated this little guy, huh?” He raised his left arm to show off the bracelet he wore. The same bracelet that once belonged to Miguel and that he was able to snatch from during the time he was running away from Miguel. “Lyla’s not good at tracking.” He adds with a grin on his face.

“At least she found you before you can even open a portal to this earth. An earth that you don’t belong too.” Miguels voice is full of irritation, tired of having to chance Noir from different universes each time he disappeared off the radar.

“I know where I belong.”

Noirs voice drops down to a serious one, glaring under his own goggles as he takes steps back, slowly stepping on top of the ledge. “I’m not going back to that place, not after what you did.” He spits out.

“I was only trying to fix things.” Miguel sneers.

“By destroying a universe for our daughter? A daughter that wasn’t ours.”

“She was!”

“She belonged to another version of us and not us.” He points between himself and Miguel. The two have been chasing each other since day one, Miguels cannon affected him badly, causing him to lose his own child. Miguel had tried to find ways to fix it by going to other universe in hopes of getting their lives back together again only to mess things up badly and to cause a whole universe to be destroy. Their constant arguing grew worse as the days went on the two couldn’t be in a room together without trying to tear each other apart, leading to a divorce between the two. Well, a divorce wasn't really an option due to their universe being gone and instead was considered a break up between the two without having to sign he paper work.

In the public’s eye they were seen as married still. For them, they were separated.

Noir didn’t start stealing until after he stole Miguel’s bracelet, finding a way to stop Lyla from tracking him down and using it to escape from the man he loved. Giving himself a new life, stealing from every universe and only causing trouble for Miguel due to the constant anamolies being placed in the wrong universe, only giving the man extra work on getting it fixed.

You could say that it was Noirs way of showing revenge for all of the times Miguel blamed him for trying. Earning himself a reputation and treating it like a game.

“Y/n—“

“I don’t have time for you, right now.” Y/n hissed out, turning around and jumping off the building, getting Miguel to panic all of sudden and run after him, jumping off and diving down to wrap his arm around Y/n’s waist and using his talons to grip onto the side of the building also using his webs to hold on.

“What—?”

“I’m not letting you go that easy.” Said Miguel, grinning under his mask as Y/n’s eyes widen at the realization.”Don’t you dare!” Y/n uses his own claws in a threatening way only for Miguel to ignore his threatens, getting Lyla to open a portal back to their earth and quickly dropping his (ex) husband down the portal. Only for Y/n to land inside Miguels little anomaly prison as one of his traps is set around him, caging him inside a tight space as he tried to use his claws to claws his way through.

It wasn’t until Miguel drops down in front of him. The two could easily be face to face if it wasn’t for the barrier stopping them. “You’ll stay here until everything is fixed and then you can scream and yell all you want.” Said Miguel a hand on his own hip as his mask dissolves away, showing his real face to Y/n who frowned. “You can keep me here all you want, but I will always find a way out.” He was testing him.

This wouldn’t be the first time that he was trapped under Miguels watch, he’s escaped plenty of times before and he will do it again.

Miguel chuckled deeply. “Oh, mi amor. This time it’s different, because I’m going to make sure that I have a close eye on you twenty-four seven.” He looks over his shoulder to nod at one of the spiders from his society who turns around to type away on their computer. All of sudden Y/n is transformed to Miguels lab, appearing in the room in a flash as he yelps in surprise.

“Jesus…” He breaths out in surprise a hand over his beating heart as he falls back onto his bottom. “A heads up would have been nice.”

“Stop being annoying and be quiet.” Said Miguel, circling him like prey and focusing back on his work. Y/n grins, reaching up to push his goggles up and over his head. “Listen, cabeza de mierda. You brought me here in order to keep an eye on me, but never did you say that I couldn’t annoy you.”

“I—“

“So, I won’t stop talking your ass off until you let me go.”

Miguel stares down at his husband, knowing the man well enough to know that he was keeping that promise. The taller spider sighs in annoyance, already regretting his choice as Y/n grins at him and leans back against his elbows and crossing his leg over the other, lying down as he groans out loudly.

“Who would have thought, the two of us together again. After a year? Damn, it’s already been a year, I remember you slamming into a wall when chasing me through Earth-6574. God, the anger in your eyes was so satisfying!”

Miguel tried to focus on his work, ignoring the mans words as he continues on, rambling on about anything that will annoy Miguel until the man gives in.

The conversation went for hours, with Y/n changing positions every few minutes, one minute he’s lying down and the next he’s sitting. Another time he’s doing a handstand in the small space he’s trapped in or using his claws to try and penetrate the force field around him only to fail. He didn’t stop until he suddenly grew bored, lips sealed as Miguel finally takes in the peaceful silence, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“There it is.”

Miguel snaps his head towards Y/n, already knowing his plan.

“Enjoyed your five seconds of peace and quiet? Because, I was just getting started.”

Miguel wants to shout, opening his mouth to throw back an insult only for him to be disturbed by the sound of people entering his lab, getting his attention. Y/n also looks over to the group of teens approaching them, one specific teen getting the thief’s attention as he narrows his eyes, focusing on the curly hair and dark skin until his eyes widen in realization.

“Miles?”

Even though he’s only known the kid for a year and had trained him on the side, he knew who the kid was under the mask, but never said anything. Not wanting to freak the kid out. Whenever the kid wasn’t hiding behind the mask, Y/n would keep a close eye on the kid, making sure that he was focusing on school and attending his family diners and parties, somehow feeling responsible for the kids disappearance each time he skipped classes or lunch only to meet up with enthusiasm, excited to learn something new from the thief that the teen befriend somehow.

It didn’t take long for the platform to lower, reaching the ground and getting the teens attention. Before Miles could introduce himself or hand Miguel the empanada that he had in hand. The kids eyes fall onto Y/n, narrowing his eyes a bit. “Noir?”

This gets everyone’s attention, including Miguel who snaps his head in Y/n’s direction with a knowing glare that he knew too well.

“Hey kiddo!” Noir waves at Miles with a wide grin on his face, side eyeing Miguel as he feels his burning glare. Miles doesn’t think twice to quickly rush over and jump onto the platform, worry in his eyes as he ignores Miguel’s surprised look along with Gwen’s panicked looked and Hobie’s grin. The teenager was too focused on Noir to care about what the others were thinking about his actions, his palms against the force field that separated the two as he tries to find a way to get him out. “Why are you here? How are you here?” Miles began to ask as Y/n looked at Miles with a fond look and faint smile.

“Easy kid, I’m alright.” He tries to reassure the kid.

“Get him out.” Miles blurts out, turning to Miguel with a frown on his face. The sudden demand shocks the others, but not Y/n who can only smirk over Miles shoulder and towards Miguel who frowned deeply. “I’d listen to the kid.” He whispers, loud enough for his ex to hear.

Miguel grunts in disapproval and had no choice but to do as told as gets red of the red field around him, finally setting him free as Y/n stands from his spot, stretching his arms in the air like a cat and getting caught by surprise when Miles hugs the other man. “Whoa! Easy kid, I’m alright.” He reassured him, giving his back a soft pat.

His actions don’t go unnoticed as Miguel watched the two interact with each other, clearly reading the signs that Y/n had claimed this kid as his own, treating him with care and respect, knowing that if he comes between the two, Y/n wouldn’t hesitate to fight back like a feral cat. It’s happened before and it won’t stop him from doing it again.

“You said you had to leave.” Miles speaks up, getting Y/n attention who sighs deeply. “About that…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and giving Miles an awkward smile.

“Noir isn’t from your universe, he belongs in mine. He was caught breaking the rules and had no choice but to bring him here. He’s a slippery one and likes to get away, so letting him out of his cage wasn’t a good idea.” Said Miguel, getting an eye roll from Y/n and placing his hand on his hip. “Don’t be so dramatic, I’ve gotten away from it many times and you didn’t seem to mind.” Y/n said back, making his way around the platform and taking in Miguels work.

He takes notice of the videos and pictures of them both together along with this their daughter, causing a small sad sigh to escape his lips knowing that Miguel hasn’t gotten over the death of their daughter. Y/n was the only one who was able to move on from everything but Miguel, he couldn’t blame him. Everyone coped different with death and took their own pace in recovery. With a clawed finger he turns the pictures off, glancing over to Miguel who was watching him this whole time with a sorrowful look on his face.

Y/n quickly turns away, refusing to look at the man he once loved.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Gwen points between Y/n and Miguel, approaching the duo that stood before her, getting Y/n to smirk widely. “Actually were married.” He quotes out, getting a surprise look from both Gwen and Miles. “Divorced.” Miguel added, hands on his hips as Y/n pouts at his words.

“Divorced? Really, you two would look cool together.” Said Miles. “Adopt me?”

Y/n breaks out in laughter, throwing his head back as he laughs at Miles words. He jumps offer the platform and takes miles into his arms, pulling the kid close to him and squeezing him tight. “How did my ward become so adorable? If I could adopt you then I would!”

“Wait, your ward?” Miguel asks, clearly not likening this.

“Yep!”

“He’s taught me a thing or two.” Said Miles and with a proud smile on this face he extends his hand, opening his palm to show Noir the hard-drive that he stole from Miguel, getting a very proud Y/n to hug him again. “My child is learning!” He cheers in excitement while Miguel growls. “No, no, I refuse to let you take in a spider. You are enough trouble, let alone having a kid do it too?”

“If it wasn’t for me the kid wouldn’t have gotten better on his skills. I taught him how to defend himself and perhaps get away with a thing or two…” Even though Miles was suppose to be his universe hero and protector, he couldn’t help but, teach the kid a thing or two when it comes towards breaking and entering. Teaching Miles how to sneak back inside his room or dorm without being noticed and to pick on locks in case of emergencies.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling to himself in disappointment. “No puedo mas, no puedo mas.”

Y/n rolled his eyes. “So dramatic.” He mumbled as he listens to Miguel ramble on while Miles is being saluted by Hobie, admiring the kids new skills form a very well known thief in many universes.

“Did you know that he stole this guitar for me?” Said Hobie, pointing over his shoulder where his guitar was strapped over his shoulder. “Mad genius.”

Miles laughs. “I don’t like stealing, but Noir once helped me with getting my mom a present for Mother’s Day. He stole a necklace for me, nothing too expensive but also nice.” Said the teen. Clearly he was nervous and ashamed for it when he first got handed the jewel from the known thief only for the anxiety and worry to fade away when he say how happy his mother was about the gift.

His father questioned him and all Miles told his dad was that he worked hard for it.

Noir smiles at the two before looking over to Miguel who stared with disappointment, but Y/n didn’t seem to care one bit wanting the teen to enjoy his life and he wouldn't mind breaking a few rules in order to give the kid what he wanted. Even if it meant bumping into his husband ever once an awhile.

Birthday Present

Miguel O’Hara x Male!reader

(A/n: Birthday present for my best homie cuz I love its gay ass- you know who you are. Also this is a day late but shut up)

Summary: You and Miguel celebrate your birthday

Warning⚠️: sub!Miguel, Dom!Male!reader, Miguel being nervous but also extremely submissive and obedient, edging, overstim, dacryphilia, handjob, anal, biting, marking, creampie, pwp, friend to lovers(???), not beta read

You enjoyed portals- which was a statement you would have been severely confused by several months ago. But ever since you joined the ever growing Spider-society, you've become very well acquainted with portals. You spent the majority of your down time in the Spider HQ, usually bothering Miguel until it was time for you to go patrolling again.

Today was different- today, you decided to take a little more time off that usually- the Daredevil of your universe taking over for you as a gift- a birthday gift.

While most people would be spending their birthday with friends and family- you decided to spend it with your fellow spider people.

You watch beeped as you landed- the portal closed behind you the second you were out of it. You ran into various Spider-people along the way, they have you various greeting, some wishing you a happy birthday- others just gave you a curt nod before moving on.

You didn't stick around any of them too long- b lining for Miguel’s office.

When you entered you could see him watching the screens- as always.

“Miguel!” you said with a smile.

His back was facing but you could see his head turn slightly as he glanced at you over his shoulder. In a moment- nearly every visible screen was cleared, a few still displayed the connections between timelines and whatnot- but most were just empty yellow screens.

“Y/n..” he responded, his voice quiet, tapping his claws against the desk. Lyla floated near his shoulder, only for her tiny form to disappear when she turned to you.

You step forward with caution.

“Miguel, are you okay?” you asked, placing a gental hand on his back, sliding it up towards his shoulder in an attempt at reassurance.

A moment passed- very still, and very quiet. You stood there with him for a moment.

After a few seconds, he broke the growing silence.

“I..have something for you.”

His voice was still quiet, his claws ever so slightly digging into his desk as your hand slid from his shoulder to the center of his back- you could feel his heart pounding against your hand, unwavering, but far to quick.

He finally turned to you, his face warm with a red blush- just as quickly as he turned to you, he looked away.

“It's not here..” he muttered, clearing his throat a bit before continuing, “…you can have it later.”

That was all he said about it- at least for the moment. You continued on like any other day- rambling Miguel’s ear off, telling him stories, joking, and flirting as you always did.

It wasn’t until night fell, when HQ was practically empty, that he brought it up again. You’d hardly noticed the how late it was until LYLA abruptly- and rather aggressively, reminded Miguel of his gift.

Miguel, as though a switch had been flipped, reverted back to the unusual flustered state he was in earlier. Despite the change, he thanked LYLA with a glare. Signaling for you to follow him, and you did. The walk from Miguel’s office felt oddly long- and for a moment you felt as though you were walking in circles, but eventually you made it to an exit high enough for the two of your to swing from.

Swinging through Miguel’s universe was always an exhilarating experience- though you’ve only done it a couple of times- you always notice something new about his universe. Not only was it an entirely different universe than yours, but it was decades in the future as well, making it infinitely more interesting.

You didn’t know where you were going, you followed closely behind Miguel, matching every one of his swings with your own until you landed on the high balcony of a large apartment building.

“This is my home..” he said, sliding the balcony door open and stepping inside.

You followed with a bit of hesitation, glancing back at the night sky behind you before entering.

For a reason you couldn’t explain, you didn’t expect his house to be…nice. You knew he had practically thrown his entire soul into being Spider-Man, so seeing that his house was not only fully furnished- but nicely decorated as well was a bit of a surprise.

You wandered through his apartment, hardly even realizing he was gone- nearly fascinated with all the little things he had around.

You didn’t realize he wasn’t with you anymore until you looked away from a rather confusing painting hanging on the wall, trying to ask him what the actual hell it was, only to realize that you were alone.

“Miguel..?” You called.

The lights in the house were dimmed, something you admired about the house, you figured Miguel had the heightened senses that all the other Spider-People, including yourself, had. Making your way through the house, calling out the Miguel every so often, checking each and every room until you found him.

He was again facing away from you, his suit was gone, replaced only by a pair of grey pants that hung dangerously low on his waist.

Just like before, in HQ, you took a few steps forward, placing your hand on his lower back, feeling just how hot his bare skin was beneath your fingers. Before you could ask if he was alright he turned to you, your hand sliding across his skin as he did, resting now on his waist- an action that was only furthered the deep fluster that Miguel felt.

“Y/n, I-“ he started, his eyes looking everywhere but into yours as he tried to find the right words. “I have a gift for you- I just don’t know if you want it.”

And as he moved closer into your space, his breathing ragged, cheeks red, and body hardly clothed -inching closer to yours, you finally got it.

Miguel seemingly took your realization as the green light to go ahead, pressing his body against yours, his hands finding the mask you barely registered wearing and pulling it off, you have no idea where it ended up after because the moment it was gone Miguel’s lips were against yours and the heat from his body was quickly spreading to yours.

One sweet kiss quickly turned to heavy panting, and messy, almost biting kisses- you've never been so aware of his fangs until they caught onto your bottom lip. His hands found their way into your suit resting at your sides as Miguel tried to think of something the do with them. To him you had it all worked out, one hand on his waist while the other stroked his cock through his pants- his mind clouded as his arousal grew- letting out a long whine against your lips.

Leading the man backwards onto the perfectly made bed behind him, laying him on his back, taking a moment to enjoy his mildly disheveled form and the growing tent in his pants.

Loud whimpers and whines filled the room as you continued to prod at Miguel's body, running your hands over his massive pecs, letting the muscles rest in your hand before giving his nipple a tight pinch, making his entire body shudder beneath you. Running your hand down his stomach until you were low enough to hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants- yanking them down with one hard pull.

Exposed and leaking pre-cum from the tip of his cock, Miguel tried to squeeze his legs together in a desperate attempt at modesty. It didn't last long, placing one hand on each thigh, forcing them farther apart than they had been before.

Leaning down, using your arm to support yourself as you whispered in his ear,

“Be a good boy and sit still for me, Miguel.”

He let out a short noise, you took it as a ‘okay’.

He didn't move, letting his leg lay wide open- giving you more than enough space to prep the man.

And despite the fact that he looked so beautiful beneath you, fully submitting to your every will, you were still going to tease him- at least a little bit.

Moving to his thighs, pressing your lips against them, leaving marks and bruises as you worked from one thigh to the next, watching him struggle to keep his hips from bucking up against you- trying so hard to follow orders. Then, as a way to test the waters, your kisses turned to bites. You didn't bite him particularly hard, it was hardly enough to hurt. He gasped hard, his body shook, and you could physically see him resist the urge to snap his legs shut, thighs straining as he forced them to start open.

“You like that? Do you like it when I bite you”

He opened his mouth to respond- but all that came out was a strangled whine- he nodded rapidly.

You kept going, biting his thighs, his chest, all the way up to his neck, all while ignoring his cock. Glancing down you watched as pre-cum beaded at the tip before sliding down his shaft.

When you looked back up at Miguel, he was looking at you, deep red eyes pleading with you as he whined out a small, “please.”

And for a moment you did consider giving him whatever he wanted, he was being perfectly obedient and he was such a beautiful gift. But then again it was your gift- and you could do whatever you wanted with your gift.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, a sigh escaping from him, you stroked his cock ever so gently. Up and down, watching him revel in the stimulation. But as more time passed his contempt turned to desperation as you kept the slow, teasing pace, never speeding up despite his begging and pleading and the tremor in his hips and his hands clawing at the bed in frustration.

“What's wrong, honey?” You asked.

He glared up at you, but his voice didn't match the harsh look he gave you, “Faster, please-” he groaned through gritted teeth.

You seemingly ignored him, still stroking him at the same slow pace.

His frustration grew, even as his orgasm grew closer and closer. Looking up at you with full intent on giving you the harshest, meanest glare he could muster, but the moment his eyes met yours you seemed to finally acknowledge his words from before. Without a moment's warning you sped up- and while he moaned and screamed and spasmed beneath you, you still kept the near-neutral face you had when you'd set the slow, deliberate pace from before.

“I-I’m so close, y/n- pleasepleaseplease-”

His breathing became ragged and his claws dug into the mattress and a stream of thanks and praises left him, then finally-

-nothing.

Your hands were off his body and a short laugh left you as he whined in disapproval. Coming down from his impending high- all that build up for nothing- leaving him far more frustrated and far more desperate.

And he begged, loud and shameless, pleading with you, asking you wky you had stopped, grinding his cock against the open air in a desperate attempt at friction.

Then, as though you had never stopped, you started again, starting at the brutally fast pace as before.

Panting and trying his hardest to convince you to let him cum this time. His words jumbled into a frenzied mess of noise.

He tried to hide when he was close. It had snuck up on him so fast and he hoped he could he could fool you into letting him finish.

But you stopped again- like you were fucking psychic- like you had and 7th sense telling you when he was close. Miguel growled out various swears but didn't try to convince you again, he knew you'd draw this out for as long as you could.

You did it two more times, getting him so close to the edge, then stopping just seconds before he could cum. It was torture, his body was overly sensitive, he felt as though every touch had been amplified by a thousand. Tears streamed down his face as you edged him for what felt like the hundredth time.

He could feel himself getting closer- again. He prepared himself for disappointment- for you to stop and laugh, and coo at him as he came down. But you didn't stop, you sped up, you hand squeezing around his cock. Broken gasps and moan falling from his lips as waves of overly intense pleasure washed over him. His body spawned and shuddered as he came- his hips bucking wildly into your hand as cum shot out from his cock- making a mess of hiss stomach and your hand.

Everything felt so intense, your hand, now unmoving felt overwhelming, and even the dimmed lights of the room felt too bright as he came down.

He didn't speak, he didn't know if he could. His brain fogged and his body was burning hot.

You let him calm down, letting his mind clear at least a little bit- you didn't mind just sitting and admiring him for a moment. He looked so pretty, covered in cum, sweat, and tears, trying to keep his grip on reality and consciousness.

“Y/n-” he whined, his eyelids hanging dangerously low.

“C'mon Miguel, we're not done yet.”

His eyes widened, looking up at you as you finally began taking off your suit. Seeing the massive tent in your pants he couldn't help but get excited. He soon found that massive might have been an understatement when you finally got rid of your pants. He breath hitched in his throat when he saw your cock- and for a moment, he worried about pain- about you having to make yourself fit inside him.

In a moment of clarity mixed with an unprecedented amount of lust- he realized that he wanted that- all the worry he felt about being in pain dissipating and exhilaration taking it's place. He wanted you to make it hurt, and he wanted to be forced to stretch around you, he wanted to be full of you- and even though he felt like his skin was burning with how sensitive he was, he couldn't wait for more.

You prodded his lips with two fingers- you didn't even need to tell him what to do before he opened his mouth, sucking your fingers in and lapping at them with his tongue, tasting himself on your fingers.

“Open.” you said, and he did, letting go of your fingers and looking up at you for more orders.

Lifting his thick thigh up onto your shoulder to give you more access to his hole. Looking back at him, his mouth hanging open as he panted, and whined.

Circling his hole with your fingers, watching him tense up before relaxing a second later.

“You ready?” you asked calmly.

“Please-”

Her barely gotten his response out before you shoved both of you fingers into his hole, pressing in- knuckle deep. Miguel gasped at the slight stretch, but he quickly grew used to it.

Pulling out to just the tip of your fingers then slamming back in, his legs twitched. You spread your fingers apart inside him, he hissed, grinding his hips down against your hand.

You fingered him hastily- it was almost funny how quickly he was coming apart just from two fingers. He whined and moaned out your name, loud enough that you just knew his neighbors could hear him.

Then, just like before, you stopped suddenly- and he didn't think he could do this again, he couldn't go through another hour of relentless teasing-

“I think that's enough, don't you?” you asked, smirking.

He looked up at you, confused.

It took him a moment to get it- but once he saw you lining up your cock with his hole it clicked into place.

“Yes- yes, please- ah- fuck- I need you to-“ He begged, his words broken by moans but you understood him clearly.

Pressing the tip of your cock into his hole, feeling it squeeze around you.

“Fuck-“ he panted, “-fuck me, please- please, Y/n, I-“

You didn’t need to be told twice, thrusting your entire length in one swift motion. His walls tightened around you and you savored the intense pleasure that it brought. His head had fallen back against the bed, eyes screwed shut and and mouth hanging open as a long moan emitted from his throat.

His cock spurred out cum, dribbling down his cock and pooling at his stomach, and still, having just cum again and being stuffed full, he tried to grind against you.

“Miguel-“ you breathed out.

He only whined in response.

You pulled out until only about half your cock rested inside of him before slamming back in. He sobbed as a new wave of tears streamed down his face. You felt so good but it was overwhelming, stinging and burning him from the inside out.

With one hand on his waist and the other on his thigh, you have a few more teasing thrust before setting bruising pace.

Poor Miguel felt like he was breaking, mentally and physically as you slammed into him again and again, hitting his prostate with every thrust. His thoughts were a mess and any possibility of him stringing together a coherent thought was long gone.

Clawing at the bed beneath him, tearing holes in both the sheets and the mattress with his claws, something that he’d be deeply embarrassed by later.

“More-“ he moaned- and you obliged.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you down to him, pressing his lips against yours for a moment then burying his face in your neck, he clawed out your back, his claws retracted but his nail still drawing blood. His fangs extremely close to your neck as he panted.

His cock was pressed between both your stomachs, constantly being stimulated as you thrusted into him.

It’s didn’t take long for him to cum again, cum dripping slowly out of his cock- his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He bit down on your shoulder without warning, not to hunt you, or even to silence the onslaught of practically screaming moans coming from him, but to brace himself as a pain filled orgasm washed over him, his nerves screaming with pain at the overwhelming amount of stimulation.

Pressing both hands on your chest, his voice horse, straining as he tried to get out a single sentence.

“Y/n please- I can’t- please slow down-“

And you could here him loud and clear- and you understood, you could hear the pain underlying his tone. But you didn’t stop- instead, you sped up, chasing your release as fast as you physically could. And yes, you were putting him in more pain, but it was faster- and it would be over sooner.

It didn’t take long, between him clawing at you, moaning the way that he does, and his body, tight and quivering around you, you didn’t stand a chance.

You pulled out slowly, watching your own cum flow out of his abused hole.

Looking up a him you could see relief wash over him- he finally relaxed. Going limp against the bed. You brushed a few stray stands of hair out of his face, he hummed in content, letting his heart finally rest at a steady pace.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“You want some water?”

“Mhmm.”

By the time you navigated to the kitchen and back he was asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~

He figured you’d be gone when he woke up- he was beyond exhausted and wouldn’t be good company if he was asleep, and you had your own universe to get back to.

He woke up sometime in the after noon, rolling over in his bed, feeling throughly sore. Opening his eyes he saw you looking down at him. You were sitting up against the headboard, having borrowed some of his clothes, phone in hand.

He could see the sun shining dimly through the window.

“You missed your meeting.” You said, moving one hand to run through his hair.

“I figured.” His throat hurt and his voice was a bit horse, but he should have expected that, “what time is it?”

“About 6:30 pm.”

He groaned into his pillow, but didn’t say anything else for a long moment. A few minute passed and he considered drifting back to sleep, instead, he asked,

“Why are you still here?”

You stopped whatever you were doing on you phone, but didn’t look away from it.

“You want me to leave?”

“No- no, I’m just surprised that you stayed.”

You laughed, dropping you phone against you chest, staring down at him.

“Miguel I’ve literally been trying to fuck you since I joined the Spider-Society, do you really think I’m just going to leave after- I’m emotionally invested now.”

“So-“ he groaned as he forced himself to sit up, “what I’m hearing is that you like me.”

You adjusted yourself in the bed.

“Yeah just- don’t say it like that it makes us sound like middle schoolers.”

“Whatever you say..”

(please tell me of y'all see some mistakes I did NOT re-read this lol)

giving miguel head while he explains complicated concepts of the multiverse. 😳 at first he chuckles when reader requests this, but he starts to struggle and lose track of what he was talking about. his voice becomes more desperate as he tries to explain all this stuff he knows to reader with his talons gripping at his love’s skull and his voice shaking and melting into pretty breathy moans until he can’t think of what he was talking about and instead fucks reader’s throat til he’s an overstimulated, sobbing mess

𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗘

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn!reader x miguel o'hara

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 blowjob (reader giving), deep throat, slight overstimulation at the end, reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned, a little of blood

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 This was in my drafts for two weeks and honestly I don't remember what/how I wrote half of it, but still, this request was delicious

"—Are you listening to me?"

You blinked, seeming to come back to reality and looked into Miguel's judgmental brown eyes.

"I've been speaking Spanish for the last ten minutes," he continued before you had time to speak.

"I am," you insisted. Your first instinct was to lie. The truth was no, you weren't paying the slightest attention to any of all that complicated science and physics coming out of Miguel's mouth, even though from the beginning your focus hadn't left his lips framing every complex and long word, occasionally rising to appreciate that expression of concentration on his usually serious face that shouldn't be so erotic to anyone but you.

Miguel's eyes fell to your lap, as if he could see through the pillow you were holding, his brow immediately frowning in that way that indicated his bad mood.

"So what is the simple concept of what constitutes a Multiverse?" he questioned, sounding so much like a hot, strict teacher that you felt your sex throb in response, too distracted to even try to think of an answer. "What are the ways to overcome the barriers that separate our world from other universes?" Silence. "What happens when there is a divergence in events? Where does the variety of these universes originate?"

You knew the answer to some of these questions as someone who had heard more than enough about this subject: the multiverse was nothing more than the aggregate of parallel realities and bla bla bla. But that wasn't what Miguel wanted to hear, he wanted concise, long and scientifically coherent answers and that's why you preferred to keep your mouth shut.

"You weren't listening," he concluded with a sigh.

"Keep talking, I'll pay attention this time."

Miguel looked into your darkened eyes, noting the warm innuendo in your tone and then once again, his attention fell to the pillow that covered your lap. "You're excited," he observed, then continued seeming disgusted and irritated: "Why? Physics does that to you?"

“You do this to me,” you said. Miguel's expression seemed to become even darker. "You always seem so focused and intelligent while talking about these things I can't understand, it's sexy."

"You were the one who asked me to teach you, I didn't know this was a fantasy of yours," he pointed out.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," you asked soflty as you got up from the sofa where you sat next to Miguel and fell to your knees in front of his feet, your hands running up his bare legs until they slid under the hem of his shorts. "Continue teaching me, please? I promise I'll pay attention this time."

Miguel half growled at you, not seeming too willing to indulge in your fantasies even as his legs opened in pure muscle memory to give you room to fit between them and desire flashed in his eyes.

"How are you supposed to pay attention to what I say with my penis in your mouth? That doesn't seem like a very concise teaching method." Even with you kneeling in front of him on the floor of the apartment's living room, Miguel seemed genuinely concerned about teaching you some real knowledge about multiverse.

You rubbed your hand against the bulge in his shorts to bring him to hardness, laughing a little at how genuine Miguel was sometimes.

"You talk, I listen, then you can test me to see if I really learned something or not."

Miguel opened his mouth, looking ready to retort with some argument, but your fingers fitting into the elastic waistband of his shorts was enough to make him swallow back his words. “Okay,” he agreed finally, lifting his hips off the couch to let you pull his shorts down his legs and discard them on the floor.

"Without underwear?" You inquired teasingly, your fingers closing around Miguel's thick cock that was slowly getting hard for you and pulling him into slow, steady thrusts.

Miguel sighed at the sudden touch, a light blush coloring his cheeks at the teasing.

"Back to the beginning," he started to say, ignoring your words. "When we talk about the Multiverse, this refers to a conception of multiple universes or parallel realities existing simultaneously. Together, these universes are presumed to comprise everything that exists: the entirety of space, time, matter, energy..."

Your tongue trailed in a wet line from the base to the head, interrupting Miguel's speech as he trailed off with a soft sigh.

That usual satisfaction made you smile between the licks you dragged along his length, feeling the pulsation of the bulging veins against your tongue, your fingers keeping his dick firm at the base. Your lips parted, gently sucking the side of the bulbous, red head where drops of precum were beginning to leak.

Miguel let out the most beautiful moan, one of his hands falling into your hair.

“Oh,” he sighed softly, voice already falling into that deep tone that always did things to you. You looked up at the same time you slid your tongue over the slit leaking from his cock; Miguel's eyes met yours, warm and shining. He took a deep breath and continued speaking: "In the concept of multiverse, a scheme is imagined in which... all universes aggregate each other across an infinite vastness..."

He looked so composed even with your mouth on his dick and you wanted to break that composure of his until it became nothing, until his mind stopped working and the only coherent thought he had left was fucking your throat.

Miguel doesn't stop talking when your fingers tighten around his length in a grip that borders on painful and your mouth opens so you can take his length. His cock filled your mouth, the warm, smooth skin sliding over your tongue and inward in a delicious, welcome weight that made your skin tingle. Almost instinctively, you searched for more, leaning forward and taking him deeper, your free hand feeling Miguel's thigh muscles tense under your touch.

Saliva pooled in your mouth and as soon as you pulled your head back, spit slid down his length to his heavy balls and a wet line ran down your chin, a mess you knew Miguel liked. As expected, his breathing stuttered and you saw him losing his train of thought at the sight of your saliva-glossy lips stretching around the thickness of his dick.

"...In addition to the state superpos- superposition property, there are many other phenomena that occur as quantum-scale systems, such as quantum tunneling, quantum e-entanglement..."

The firm fingers tangled in the strands of your hair suddenly became sharper, like thick needles scratching your scalp. The threat of the grab hung in the air, filling your stomach with a tense heat as you realized they were Miguel's deadly talons, which could penetrate through the fragility of your skin in seconds and even an accidental scratch could draw blood. This realization shook you to the core and a moan rose in your throat.

"... So you can connect gravity and the other three forces in an apparently firm way?" he panted, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Dios mío."

It took you a few seconds to understand the jumbled words that came out of his mouth, but when you did you knew that you had achieved your objective, as the argument didn't seem to fit into any part of the multiverse theory.

Tears blocked the corners of your vision, jaw opening wider to take Miguel's cock deeper, the tip slapping against your cheek and tongue before going deeper, and then more and more. The salty taste of precum, sweat, and something else you could only describe as Miguel's taste rising in the back of your throat, clouding all your senses and pushing away the urgency burning between your legs. All that mattered was Miguel.

At that moment, your entire world was just Miguel's body contracting on the couch under the heat of your mouth, the heavy leg he had thrown over your shoulder and his heel digging into your shoulder blade in an attempt to bring you impossibly closer. There was a distinct feeling of discomfort growing in your body, Miguel's grip was strong and painful, his rationality seemed to have dissolved under the pleasure.

"[n-name] [name] [name] [name], por favor." The beautiful moans of your name in his voice echoed through the room in repeated, stammered repetitions.

The gag reflex kicked in, the bulbous head of Miguel's cock pressing past the tightness of your throat. Your eyes closed in an attempt to fight the immediate instinct to choke and suffocate, the desire to give Miguel everything he wanted was stronger. You willingly obeyed the grip of the talons on your head keeping you still, your mouth falling open and easy for the deep thrusts.

Resisting him, the urgency with which his hips undulated, as if he needed the pleasure to breathe, felt equal to having at least one pulled muscle and a deep cut left behind.

Fortunately, fighting him was far from your intention.

You could feel as his dick twitched inside your mouth and the thick, salty liquid filled your throat, which rose and fell as you swallowed. Your eyes opened, tears running down your cheeks, you closed your lips around Miguel's pulsing length, sucking. Miguel's reaction was lascivious, his thrusts becoming erratic, whole body shaking violently, his talons sinking at least a few centimeters into your skin, until it breaks under the pressure.

Hot liquid ran down the back of your neck, the pain was a distant thing in your warm body, your fingers digging into the soft skin of Miguel's thighs as you pressed the nose against the curly hair of his groin. Miguel whimpered as his cock continued to spurt small jets deep down your throat, tears glistening in his eyes and fangs sinking into the lower lip.

You had lied again, you hadn't paid attention to anything he said, but it didn't matter since you doubted that Miguel remembered what even was a subatomic particle now.

'28 // DADDY KINK AND COCKBULGE WITH MIGUEL O'HARA (MALE).

CHEEKY CONTENT AHEAD - if you decide to press on the keep reading link, you are actively engaging with lewd content, if that's not your cup of tea, please don't hesitate to scroll past etc.

ABOUT ;; this is vv self indulgent aosmaka. Colombian Miguel once more. thank you to @lovinglyselfish for the translations as well aosnwk, bless you, this is a mini gift to you MMMMWAH!!! Update I could've done a bit better on this OANSOWK ANYHOO

tags - strong language, inexperienced!reader, size difference, cum eating, playing on a slight comment etc, switching between languages (Spanish), oral sex, daddy kink, soft Dom!Miguel, encouragement, praise kink, small degradation here and there, Dom/sub dynamics, slight overstimulation, cock bulge, teasing, slight biting and nipping the skin etc.

by justwolosers 2023. do not repost, steal or copy.

translation ;; I've got you (te tengo), there we go (ahi vamos corazon), you're doing so well (estas haciendo tan bien), there's no rush (no hay prisa), eso es (that's it), solo deja qué pase (just let it happen), idiota (idiota), no me importa ir lento (I'm willing to wait as long as we need, I think) etc

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST OR WEEK FOUR OVERVIEW.

FEM VERS | NB VERS

MIGUEL X MALE READER ;;

It’s just short of dusk. The sun is still peaking over the horizon, occasionally blotted out by heavy cloud cover. You’re leaning on his kitchen counter, weight shifted onto one leg, dressed in his old pajamas - of course, incredibly loose fitting on your stature compared to his own - the sleeves overhanging your hands, clasping around a mug of coffee.

He’s dressed comfortably in nothing but a baggy tank top and sweats, just bearable in the Indian Summer. Staying over had become a staple in the early days of your friendship, something that had been insisted on, on your part; but even now, in the now early days of your relationship, it flowed easily. As if nothing had changed between the pair of you - something Miguel was grateful for.

But, tonight, you’re awkwardly fidgeting about, readjusting your grasp on your mug every so often, avoiding his gaze.

“I know- I know we’ve, uh, been… God, this is so awkward… We’ve kissed and, uh, y’know- ”

“I know?” Miguel can’t stop the smile playing on his lips. He knows very well what you’re referring to.

He’s more than aware that you didn’t have the most sexual experience; the heavy petting being the most you’d progressed to with him, last night being a prime example. How you’d been atop his lap, thighs secure around his waist, hands clenching his shirt. It had been nothing more than kissing, light and chaste at the start, into something heavier, raw; you, whimpering into his mouth and shyly rocking your hips back and forth on his thigh, needy and pliant.

You’d always been naturally sensitive, and the lack of experience, stroked a possessive streak in him, something Miguel wasn’t aware he had. To have you to himself in such a way - the belonging. It made his gums ache at the thought of it, fangs teetering on the edge of popping out. You were his.

You’re pouting. Almost. (Any mention of the sort would have you vehemently denying it).

“Yes, you know. What we did. Last night.”

A pause.

“I want to suck you off.”

He blinks, his own cup of tea just short of his lips.

“No me importa ir lento; we can take all the time you need,” it’s affectionate, fond, “I’m willing to wait for you, idiota.”

“I know, I just… I’ve been thinking about it - if I’m honest I can’t stop thinking about it. I’d like to try? Please.”

It’s uncertain, the sentence tilting up into more of a question than a confirmation.

“I want you in my mouth.”

Eyes softening, he leans over, gently taking your mug as well as his own, placing them into the sink.

“C’mere then, I’ll show you.”

Slipping his large palm into your own, Miguel leads you into the living room, towards the couch; he sits himself down and spreads his clothed thighs apart, looking up towards you as he guides you between his legs. It’s incredibly endearing how out of place you look, following his lead obediently - he’d never admit that though. But, he would admit the levels of trust you have in him, means more than you could ever know, something he’d always be thankful of.

Blinking, already going a little hazy, you come back into yourself, giggling a little bit out of nervousness before lowering onto your knees on the plush carpet. Hands tentatively settling on his thighs, his own slide across yours in reassurance.

“Anytime you need to stop, you let me know, okay?”

Nodding eagerly in response, you offer a soft, “Always. Thank you.”

A pause.

“...Can I?”

“Course, baby.”

The term of endearment naturally rolls off of his tongue, and you reflexively look down for a moment, shy and sweet. It was something you were still getting used to. Pushing your sleeves up, your hands, albeit shaky, reach up and undo the strings of his sweats, and there’s already a slight damp patch from pre.

Tugging around the cinched fabric and pulling it downwards, towards the middle of his thighs, thin strands of pre bead and break, stretching away from the fabric lewdly. Miguel can already pick up on the exact moment your breathing pattern changes, stuttering at the sight - he’s by no means small. That’s not to say as a brag either. Groaning in relief at the lack of restrictive fabric, his cock slaps up against his abdomen, jutting upwards.

Your hands hover in the air, unsure.

And Miguel glances down, licking over his teeth.

“Te tengo. I mean it. Do what comes naturally.”

You’re, of course, hesitant at first, and opt to nuzzle into the bare skin of his thigh. Pressing soft kisses over the muscle before making your way up to his dick, fat and girthy, you continue to leave chaste kitten licks across the heated skin - a few of the prominent veins running alongside the shaft throbbing at the contact, before finally guiding the swollen tip into your mouth to the best of your ability. It just about manages to fit, lips struggling to accommodate around the girth and chubby cheeks bulging out from the size.

Miguel can barely choke back the groan threatening to spill out, your tongue just lapping at his slit, no doubt licking up the stream of pre dribbling out. It’s warm, incredibly so, gummy walls, soft and tight, cheeks hollow out around his glans.

"That's it, fuck. Solo deja qué pase."

You babble around him, lost in it entirely; and gradually draw his cock out of your mouth, resting on your bottom lip, peppering kisses along the glans once again, urging out more pre. The motions stop and start as you get used to a rhythm, a little unsteady at times.

Hollowing out your cheeks, Miguel can't help but hook a large, calloused thumb in the corner of your mouth as you continue to suck, tugging it back out with a filthy pop and a gush of more drool down your chin. Cock drunk. And something, maybe it's in the way it comes out, hums around him once again, almost like a drawn out-

But you shove more of him inside your mouth suddenly, ignoring the lazily pace of his large hand easing you back and forth along his dick. His slit now brushing up against your uvula, nudging it and it's clear you've overestimated yourself, whining and tearing up at the size, eyes glassy.

"Easy, easy. No hay prisa," tightening his grip on the back of your scalp, Miguel gently tugs you off his cock, coming of with a obscene schlick! and returns to massaging your hair once again, "Don't want you to hurt yourself. You don't have to take it all at once."

You're a mess, to put it lightly - pre-cum and drool glaze across your lips, now swollen from the friction, and coat the entirety of your chin. No doubt on the edge of reaching subspace, sweet and obedient; eyes blinking lazily, similar to that of a cat.

"Mierda, do you want to carry on? We can stop here-"

You abruptly let out a needy whine, pawing at him and tugging him back towards your lips, “No- no, I wanna keep going. Please. I can do it, I want to.”

And he chuckles to himself at the sight, voice raspy under his breath, "Te gusta mucho esto, no? That's cute, baby."

Eager to please.

With that, you take him back into your mouth with one hand once more, this time with a notable confidence than before. However, still sloppy, no regard or care for the way saliva pools in the seams of your lips; the whines and hiccups increasing as you take him deeper. The other hand he notes, trails down towards your dick, bulging in your sweatpants. A wet patch similar to his own increasing in size as your hand moves jerkily, fisting your cock desperately. Hips rutting back and forth against the carpet.

Shit.

It's leisurely; the pace maintained is nothing short of content, relaxed as you keen around him, the vibrations humming through his cock. Sinking deeper and deeper into a blissed out headspace, eased by the soft scratching across your scalp, moving occasionally back down to the nape of your neck, playing with the stray hairs there. Miguel rocks his hips upwards gently, eyes half lidded.

He wants to see you looking at him. Only at him.

"Look at me, baby."

(And you do, no matter how embarrassed you get, fidgeting about at the command, you do. You look and look and look-)

"Ahi vamos corazon, so sweet for me, mmh? Just like that. Estas haciendo tan bien."

Praise falls from his lips easily - it's easy when it comes to you, and you, mewl around his cock in response, shyly looking up at him. Eyelashes dewy and damp.

The sight of pretty eyes, glossed over and looking up like he hung the moon in the sky, like you'd do anything he'd ask of you and take it with no questions asked, has his grip on your head tightening further and Miguel is only just able to grit out a warning, jaw tight.

"Gonna be a lot, mmh- you can pull back if you, mierda, need to. Don't have to- fuck-"

Instead you grab at his waist, forcing him further into your mouth at the confession, nosing at his pubic hair in desperation, eager to taste him on your tongue. And you do.

The moment your throat bulges around his girthy cock, encompassing it in a heat like no other and hugging him in a vice grip - he can't stop it.

You swallow in earnest, not easing up whatsoever, gulping down the thick stream as much as you can, but it still proves too much. It bubbles around his cock, out the sides of his dick and you gurgle weakly. It's so much. Too much. And you're forced to pull off of his cock, the reddened tip oozing across your lips and coating your cheeks.

It's indecent, something bordering on a porno, imprinting on the back of his eyelids.

Fuck.

Still dazed and bleary eyed, you shakily lick your lips and fingertips clean, sucking up any of the excess that soaked your fingers. A small, airy whine leaves you - and he's not sure whether that's because you couldn't swallow it all.

(You did perfectly).

Swiping away at your cheek with his thumb, Miguel leans down; he pulls you in by the nape of your neck with his other hand, still secure, and kisses you deeply. He could care less about the mess it makes, he wants to taste himself on your lips - and he does. His tongue laps across the seam of your lips, into the small divots, lapping up his seed hungrily, before leaving soft kisses in the corners of your puffy lips.

A silent thank you.

"Te tengo. Always. You did so well, baby, so good. M'proud of you."

The Intern [2] | Miguel O'hara x M!Reader

#NSFW, Age Gap (mid 20s and mid 30s), reader's a homewrecker, Miguel's a cheater, mentions of toxic marriage, male!reader, bussy loading, porn with feelings, Miguel's a bit of a dickhead, top Miguel (for now), bottom reader (for now), blowjob, reader gets lectured and likes it, reader has daddy issues

Note: heheheheh

-- The Intern --

[ How it Started: 1/2 ] [2/2]

Miguel had to admit, he was surprised–he didn’t expect you to carry on like nothing happened.

Most people he’d fucked around with in the past, be it in school or during his tenacious dating life, would stomp their feet and quit whatever club, sport, or job they’d joined just to get close to Miguel, just to get a shot with him. He couldn’t blame them. He saw himself as a pretty good-looking guy, a smart man, one that took care of himself and could turn on the charm without even trying; he got what he wanted more often than not, and that included the people who threw themselves at him. He always wondered why they thought they’d somehow cement themselves into his life after just one night. 

But then there was you. You, who still sat with Gabi when you had the time. You, who still helped her with her homework, who still listened to her long-winded rants about whatever movie she obsessed over that week, who still got the shy little thing to talk and smile and laugh. It made something weird and thick weigh down Miguel’s chest, like molasses found a way to suffocate him from the outside. Maybe you didn’t deserve to be fucked and forgotten like the rest. 

And he found you there, still, on a day where Gabi was busy with a playdate at the Parker’s household. Maybe this was the best chance he’d get to talk to you again. 

“Alone, huh?” Miguel asked before sitting across from you, a cup of coffee warming his hands. “Kinda sad.”

You sighed and looked out the window, filled to the brim with drama. “You’re tellin’ me. I got abandoned by a kid. This is worse than bein’ stood up, let me tell ya.” 

Yikes. Was what Miguel did the same as standing you up? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to think about it too much. 

"Right, right." Miguel cleared his throat and leaned in a little. "About the other night–" 

"What?" You asked, looking a little too dumb for your internship spot suddenly. 

"Halloween." Miguel looked at you meaningfully and your lips pursed slowly, just like the day he first saw you. Miguel gave a tight-lipped smile. 

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms. "I, uh, dunno if this is the right place to talk about that. Dunno if there is a right place to talk about that, if 'm bein' honest." 

"Let's talk in my office," Miguel said, not offering room for argument or questions as he stood and started walking. 

"Wh–now?" 

"Yes, now." 

–

Well, you were supposed to be talking, not blowing him under the desk. Thank god the department heads got their own private spaces. 

One of Miguel's big hands fisted in your hair, holding back your soft locks so he could get a good look at your face as it twisted in concentration. You took him too easily for how big he was, each languid dip of your head welcoming him down your tight, hot throat until–until–

"Mierda–" Miguel pushed your head down to his base, forcing your nose flush up against his well-trimmed hair and blushing skin. You groaned and gagged as he bucked into your mouth and unloaded thick, sticky strands of cum down your throat. You swallowed around him, doing your best to take it all down. 

A harsh bite from you had Miguel letting go and leaning back in his seat. He panted and rubbed his face, but his eyes snapped back to you as you took your time getting off of him. He expected you to pull off and make a mess while you snapped and scolded him, but you went slowly, not rushing. 

Your tongue worked him through the aftershocks, rubbing under his length and thoughtfully tracing the thick veins and sensitive muscle still pulsing from your pampering. Miguel's fingers carded through your hair again as he watched you work; your hand slipped up and gripped his base once enough was out of your mouth to hold. You ran your tongue around him once, twice, thrice, before sucking on that thick, darkened head for much longer than necessary. Maybe you just wanted to be thorough. Maybe you just couldn't get enough of him. 

"Gonna get me worked up again, 'f you keep doing shit like that," Miguel warned, something of an excited laugh fluttering through this soft panting. 

You took a second to swallow (Oh, God, you were torturing him) before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Do you want me to get you all worked up again, Doc?" 

That pesky hand around his shaft tightened before stroking him firmly and fully. Miguel sighed and melted into his chair. He could probably let you pamper him for hours, if his sex drive were to be trusted. Maybe he could–

"Kidding," you said with a mean wink. You kissed the tip of his cock before letting go and parking your ass on his desk. "So. About Halloween?" 

Miguel blinked away the whiplash and scrambled to tuck himself away. "I, uh–yeah. Halloween." He nodded to himself in thought, definitely remembering what he wanted to discuss. 

You stared at him, so expectant, before leaning in and resting your elbows on your knees. "N'awe, did I suck the brain cells right outta your pretty head, Doc?" You fake pouted, and Miguel scowled. 

And he blushed. Just a little. "I just–I was just–y'know what? Maybe you deserved it."

"Pft. I deserved what?" You asked, leaning back onto your palms then. “Bein’ hit then quit?” 

Miguel frowned. His brows drew together and his jaw set uncomfortably while he looked away. It seemed to make you a little uncomfortable by the way you moved to reach toward him before deciding against it. Your hand combed through your hair instead and you sighed, surrendering. 

“Look, I–if I seriously expected the royal treatment from a guy totin’ a wedding band on his pretty lil’ finger, I’d be a shockin’ moron, alright?" You sighed and rubbed your face with both hands. "I mean--it's just s'pposed to be sex, man. Sex ain't complicated like that." 

Miguel narrowed his eyes at you. "I’m–what are you–sex is complicated." His palms landed on your thighs as he leaned in. “You don’t actually think–”

"Sex is busting and moving on with life,” You interrupted sharply. You grew tense for a moment, but forced a relaxed laugh. “I'm kinda surprised you didn't get me fired, if I'm being real."  

The realization hit Miguel fast and hard, knocking the goddamn wind out of his stupid lungs--you were the type of guy left in the dust, the sort that shit heads like Miguel hit and quit, fucked and forgot. The sorry dregs of an exciting sex life filled with names he didn't care about and some he couldn't bother to remember. But Miguel knew your name. But did that even matter to you?

"But, uh…I should get goin', so. Yeah. Good talk." You made your move to shuffle off the desk, but Miguel's hands on your thighs didn't budge. "Oy, I gotta go, old man. You hard of hearing already? Should I call the nursing home or–" 

"Santa Muerte, do you ever stop talking?" Miguel sighed and shook his head. "I haven't said my piece yet, kid." 

You pursed your lips, probably holding back some cursed joke about giving him a blowie, and nodded. "Okay. Say your piece." 

"I will. And you're gonna shut up while I talk, got it?" 

"Got it." 

"Good." Miguel took a deep breath to calm the storm in his chest. "First of all, you've got the wrong idea about sex. It matters. Even if you're just sleeping around, it's because you're looking for that connection. It's a good thing. A beautiful thing. So, I don't want to hear you say all this shit about sex not mattering. Especially when you're talking about sex with me." He looked you up and down, and the fond feeling curled up his chest stretched and lazed like a cat sunbathing. "Got it?" 

You nodded, a vibrant dusting of red saturating your skin. That doe-eyed look was back on your face, just like the first time you'd hooked up with him in his office. He really did adore it. He maybe kinda adored you. 

"Good." He fidgeted with your slacks, pulling on the crisp material with busy fingers as he thought about sentence structure and syntax and connotation and–and– 

Just say it, Miguel. "I shouldn't have left you on Halloween." 

You laughed shyly. "I--what?" He watched you rub your cheek like you were trying to rid yourself of the scarlet blush staining your skin. Miguel had to admit, your reactions were doing wonders for his ego. 

"I said," He started, leaning in a little, lowering his voice. "I shouldn't have left you on Halloween." After a pause, a beat to get you to say something, he continued, "I'm sorry, alright? It's not happening again." 

Another laugh (more like a giggle) bubbled out of you, just as nervous and shy as the last. Your hands fussed with your hair and your tie, your lab coat and your cuffs, until your nerves calmed a bit, the slow circles rubbed into your thighs helping to ease you down from hysteria. It was embarrassing. You were embarrassed. But you were happy.

"Y-yeah, alright. Cool. Neat." You coughed. "Awesome. Uh, I just–you–I have to–" and you leaned down, almost tumbling off the desk, and kissed him. 

Miguel hummed deep in his chest–a heartfelt welcome to your needs and wants. His chair shifted slightly as you haphazardly slipped off the desk and into his lap, expertly never breaking the kiss, and getting comfortable; your arms looped around his shoulders, your hands fisted and carded through his hair, your thighs rested on either side of his slim waist. 

“You’re shockin’ hot when you’re bein’ nice t’ me,” you mumbled against his lips, maybe a bit into his mouth. “But in that, y’know, authoritative dad kinda way.” Your breath stuttered when a mischievous hand slipped into your slacks and cupped your toned ass with a firm squeeze. 

Miguel smirked. “Daddy issues, huh?” Your small scoff and the firm tug of his hair answered him. His smirk warped into a grin. “Want me to scold you more, huh? You get off on that?” 

“You keep talkin’ shit and I’m calling you papi in public, dickhead,” you mumbled as you fumbled with the zipper of his pants. You paused though, and looked up in thought. “But you could help me with my taxes. That’d be really sexy of you.” 

Miguel blinked stupidly for a moment before chuckling and shaking his head. “Why am I not surprised you’re shit at taxes?” God, you were cute. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not shit at them, I just hate them.” You shrugged before very casually slipping his hard-on out of his pants and giving it a few preparatory strokes. “Could use some tips.”

“Or an accountant,” Miguel offered. It was your turn to blink dumbly. “You think I handle my own money? I pay someone to do it.” 

“Huh. You’re seriously in a different tax bracket.” You squeaked when Miguel somehow managed to rip down your slacks down to your mid-thigh. “Hey–” 

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He helped the pants off of you while you half-stood to get the damn things off, letting them hang off one leg in your haste to get the party started. “And I’ll get my accountant to take care of your taxes.” 

That had you beaming. “I think we’re entering sugar daddy territory, Doc.” You grinned between the sweet kisses you dotted along his jawline. Miguel felt the barest scraping of teeth against his skin, and his cock swelled more. What he wouldn’t give to let you bite and marr him as you wanted. 

But he couldn’t, not with Dana’s skeptical eyes and Gabi’s naive glances watching him from every angle. 

“It’s our little secret,” Miguel whispered with a kiss left against your cheek. 

Your lips found his again, letting your  impish smile sear his skin with sanguine intent, like a contract signed with the devil. 

Miguel would do anything to keep extending that contract. 

Spider man across the spider verse incorrect quotes

Miguel o'hara: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Male reader: Thank you

Miguel o'hara : I didn't say that was a good thing

Male reader: What I'm hearing is you think I'm funny.

Miguel o'hara: Someone will die.

Male reader: Of fun!

Male reader: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]

Miguel o'hara: What's that?

Male reader: Remorse code.

Miguel o'hara: I'm even angrier now.

Male reader: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Miguel o'hara:

Miguel o'hara: male reader, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Male reader: *Sips coffee from bowl.

Male reader: Okay, help me please!

Miguel o'hara: Got two words for you.

Male reader: I bet they won't be helpful.

Miguel o'hara: Your problem.

Male reader: I was right.

Miguel o'hara: Is something burning?

Male reader: Just my love for you.

Miguel o'hara: male reader, the toaster is on fire.

Miguel o'hara: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Male reader: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Male reader : Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought!

Miguel o'hara : I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts?

Male reader, holding a scooter: Miguel! Can I go outside and play with this?

Miguel o'hara : Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?

Male reader, running outside: Thanks Miguel!

Miguel o'hara , running out after him and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET!

Miguel : You're right.

Male reader : That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Miguel tending to Male reader's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Male reader: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Miguel : WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Male reader : Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Miguel , desperately, yell as Male reader bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Male reader : Oh! B positive.

Miguel : DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Male reader :

Miguel: When's the last time you slept?

Male reader : Uh... a few days ago, I think.

Miguel: A few- how many?!

Male reader : Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...

Miguel: What you need is sleep!

Wardrobe malfunction, Princesa

Pairing: Male!Reader x Miguel O'hara

Sometimes the suit gets tucked a little too comfortably up the wrong places. And you can’t help but notice when this happens to Miguel, you just need to help out a fellow bro right?

Contains: Slight mention of feminisation,(ie. usage of princesa becoz he's babygirl)

M/r = male reader

WC: 802

“New assignment Pavitr, pair up with Gwen, there are 3 main annoyances present in Earth-7839,” Miguel looks up from the multiple orange monitors to glance at the two mentioned, “That Spiderman would require assistance.” He further states.

Meanwhile Miguel was busy instructing fellow Spider-people, you sat on that same platform just behind Miguel, chilling on a seat you brought up there yourself for your own comfort. Miguel didn’t mind (because it was you) and in fact liked it when you would stay with him keeping him company. Despite the phone in your hand, your eyes weren’t focused on the screen, in fact it was on Miguel. Specifically his ass. Not that you don’t do that already, but this time around you notice the suit looked a little too tight against his behind. Of course the view as greatly appreciated but it looked like Miguel didn’t like it too much from how he stood, so being the amazing partner you are, whilst Miguel was talking, you nonchalantly reach for the area stuck uncomfortably between his ass and pulled the fabric with a punctuated ‘tug’. This halts Miguel’s sentence mid. A flustered blush slightly dusts his cheeks (the face ones) as he swivels his head and with an embarrassed glare, he firmly grabs your and shoves it aside, thinking you were trying to cop an inappropriate feel at an inappropriate time. “You horny bastard not in front of them!” He mutters so only you could hear before turning back to Gwen and Pavitr who couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh at what just happened.

Defensively, you throw your hands up with a slight smirk, “I was just fixing a slight wardrobe malfunction.” you whisper back as Miguel clears his throat trying to ignore what the man behind him just did.

Miguel attempts to continue on as if that didn’t happen, but Hobie in the corner was snickering his ass off because everyone in this room knows that if anyone else tried that, they would be kissing Nueva New York’s pavement ground after being launched from the highest floor in this building. 

“Couldn’t resist the urge could ‘ya?” Hobie chirps from a place he probably shouldn’t be sitting on whilst playing with something he shouldn’t have been playing with.

Deciding to just ride with it, you wink at him with some snappy finger guns and a playful grin, “You know it”, closely followed by some unceremonious tongue clicks. Miguel could feel himself cringe at what you just did. After dismissing everyone for their own respective duties, Miguel finally turns his attention to you with the intention of reprimanding your actions. “It was a wardrobe malfunction, Miguel,” you chuckle seeing Miguel quirk an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms whilst standing firmly between your legs as you manspreaded yourself on the chair, “I wasn’t trying to grope you in front of our fellow colleagues, don’t be mad, Princesa.” you joke your voice falling to a hushed tone.

Bringing your hands to his hips, you give them a firm squeeze caressing his slim sides and sloping hips up and down in a comforting fashion. The thin material of Miguel’s suit felt like nothing beneath your touch, you were able to feel every crevice, dip and raise of his well maintained muscles. Hands and fingers dip into the lower part of his back as they move forward to trace the outlines of his defined hips. Miguel couldn’t help but huff and jutt his lip out in a sigh, letting his partner feel up his lower body soothingly. 

“I’m not mad, M/r,” He mumbles softly, letting one hand rest on your neck and the other on the underside of your jaw, “I was just surprised.” 

Your neck cranes to look at his face as he holds you warmly in his palm, his normal aloof expression he’d show to others mellowed out when it was just you too. His eyes softened when looking at you, and that ever present scowl on his face seemed to brighten even if just by a little.

“Well that’s good.” You breathe out with a relaxed smile of your own, “Though…”

From gently caressing his sides, you guide your hands lower down his back, where they’re rubbing and feeling up the firm, warm mounds of flesh with a certain eagerness. It’s as if your fingers sink into the toned muscles as you squeeze firmly, fingering the underside of his ass where it meets his thighs happily. Topping it off with a nice and hard squeeze too, causing the flesh in your hands to feel as if they’re spilling from your grip due to the sheer size of it. Causing Miguel to quietly yelp in surprise from the suddenness.

“That was entirely on purpose.” 

Miguel smacked you upside the head for that. But he never said he didn’t like it.

Miguel O`Hara x Male Reader

summary: the reader suffers a serious injury during the mission, and Miguel takes care of him.

cw: angst + fluff

word acount: 941

Y/n and other members of thesociety aranha were chasing an anomaly across the city on a rainy day. He ran quickly after the thing, the rain pouring down heavily on both as the boy continued to try to attack it, giving it his all to try and capture it.

Sadly, a brutal blow had struck the young boy, causing his suit to be partially ripped and his arms and legs to be scratched. His messy, now-damp hair stuck to his forehead, blood trickling from his wounds mixing with rainwater.

After finally capturing the anomaly, Y/n ran back to her shared apartment with Miguel, hoping that none of the other spiders with him would tell Miguel that he had seriously hurt himself.

But it was already too late, as moments later Miguel ran into the apartment, calling your name.

"Miguel… I'm ble-" Before you could finish, you felt two strong arms wrap you up and carry you directly to the restroom. "You shouldn't have taken that risk. There were others with you who could have helped," Miguel says while searching for the medical kit underneath the sink

You shiver as Miguel begins to work on one of your wounds, letting out a soft moan of pain as he bites his lip to try and muffle the sounds of pain."You know… I… I care about you. I worry about you, mi amor" Miguel says as he finishes wrapping a bandage around Y/n's leg to cover the cut.

"I finished." Miguel smiles as he stands up. “Thank you, mi prince” you respond with a small smile. He smiles back and leans in to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Come on, let's go to bed. You need to rest to heal faster. Allow me to help you get up." Miguel says, extending his hand to help you up. You nod gently and take his hand. You start walking towards your room, with Miguel wrapping his arms around you.

Once they finally arrive at the room, Miguel gently lays s/n down on the bed and then snuggles up to them, wrapping his arms around them again, taking care not to touch any wounds.

"Miguel…I'm fine. You don't need to stay… Spider society needs you there." you say, to which Miguel responds, "Nonsense, I want to stay here with you. I already told Jess that I won't be able to come tonight. I'll be with you until tomorrow, mi love. " He says as he pulls you closer to him.

"Thanks for all the help, kitten…I love you" you say as you snuggle into him.

"I love you too, mi rei." Miguel responds before placing a gentle kiss on your head and pulling you closer to him.

Finally, the two of you drift off into sleep, snuggled together, as the sound of rain outside creates a cozy, cold atmosphere.

ac: sorry if this isn't so good...it's my first fanfic, so I hope you like it 😭

Miguel with a marking kink, he loves getting marked and making you back plus a breeding kink, he wants to be filled all the time

Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Pretty much the request, marking & breeding kink.

Miguel wants it all: scratches, bites, hickeys, bruises on his hips and thighs from where you’ve gripped him roughly. Just as they’re beginning to fade he’s climbing into your lap and riding you to his heart's content, not stopping until it looks as if you’ve both been attacked by wild animals, his body scattered with bites and blooming dark marks, barely any skin unblemished.

You don’t get away scot-free either, he’s just as eager to mark you up. His favourite is clawing you while you’re pounding into him and leaving angry trails down your back, or biting into the meat of your shoulder when he gets close, fangs piercing the skin when he cums. His whole body shudders as his cock twitches violently, rope after rope spilling between your bodies. 

And after all that don’t even think about pulling out, he’s got his legs locked around you in an iron grip as you cum, keeping you pressed against him and your cock plugging his hole as you pump load after load inside - your cock is still oozing out the remainder of your previous orgasm and he’s already riding you again, wanting, demanding another one. Even once you’re finished and pull out he’s scooping up any cum that manages to escape and pushing it back in with his fingers before sliding a plug inside.

Eating out miguel for hours while he claws at the Ned before giving him what he wants your cock and cum

Trans!Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Oral (r giving), afab terms used, sex, creampies.

Your tongue and fingers work in tandem, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from Miguel. By the time you’re somewhat satisfied his thighs are dripping, trembling either side of your head, and when you look up he’s already watching you with glossy eyes, halfway to delirium and only held down by the grip he has on your hair. He’s hypnotised when you pull away, translucent strings of saliva and his slick coating the lower half of your face, and he expends what little energy he has left to pull you up into a sloppy makeout, humming into the kiss when he tastes himself on your tongue.

Neither of you are fully satisfied yet, and when you inch your cock inside it’s a seamless glide, the knot in your gut already tight after spending so long between his thighs. You’ve barely bottomed out and he’s already impatient, claws sinking deeper where they’ve come to rest on your back, shaky legs doing their best to wrap around you as he mumbles against your lips “Move.”

Normally you would punish him for his lack of manners, draw it out even longer, but with the way he’s so desperate underneath you, you don’t. Instead, you set a rapid pace - pulling out until just the tip is inside and then slamming back in, the warm, gummy walls of his cunt sucking you in. After just a few minutes he’s clinging onto you, pussy fluttering around your cock as he groans, “Estoy cerca.”

You’re right behind him, pleasure coiling in your abdomen as each thrust sends sparks of pleasure up your spine. “Fuck, me too, where do you-”

He doesn’t let you finish. If he had more energy he would roll his eyes at such a dumb question, as if the same thing doesn’t happen every time, and yet like every other time, he’s answering without thinking. “Inside, please, inside.” 

idk if you’ll do this but on my knees begging for miguel o’hara to be roughly fucked by male reader whose so much more bigger, taller, and stronger than him

Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Size difference, brief solo masturbation, rough sex.

Miguel’s knocked breathless the first time he meets you in person. He’s seen every shape and size of other Spider-People, but with the way your suit hugs you like a second skin, showing off every inch of taught muscle, he has to force himself to sputter out a half decent greeting when you glance down and offer him a handshake. Even just from the brief few seconds of contact he can feel the strength simmering beneath your skin, and that night he shoves a makeshift gag into his mouth while he fingers himself with 3 digits, mind racing with fantasies of you, moans of your name on the tip of his tongue.

When he cums he cums hard, so dazed that all he can do is sit there for what feels like hours while he comes down - torso painted with cum and hole clenching ceaselessly around nothing, thoughts of what it would be like if you were the one making him cum like that already making his softening cock grow hard again.

His fantasies pale in comparison to when you're both stripped of your suits and he’s pinned beneath you, your solid grip on his hips stopping him from grinding back against your thrusts as you rutt into him, all coherent thoughts scrambled while you fuck him like a toy. Your body engulfs him when you lean down so he can feel you pressed against his back, hips continuing their hard and rough pace, and he slowly begins to grow fuzzy with the feeling of you completely dominating all his senses.

PRAISE THE LORDDDDDD

Whispering to ftm miguel that you're going to fill his womb with your kids

miguel in the mating press position!!

he’s crying with fat tears slipping down his cheeks, hair messy on top of his head and he’s moaning out and he just looks so utterly sinful.

he’s folded in half, thighs against his chest with his hands attempting to latch onto anything to keep himself grounded. it wasn’t helping at all, with the way your cock was filling every inch of him.

to say he was sopping wet was an understatement, and it hadn’t helped that he was on his third orgasm of the night. he was truly pliant in your hold; allowing you to do as you please.

“you feel that, love? feel how deep i am? at this rate i could get you pregnant..” you grunted, and he squeals as he gushes out another orgasm. “you like that don’t you, want me to fill you up with my cum until you’re fucking dripping,” you all-but-growl, punctuating your words with unforgiving and harsh thrusts.

miguel was blissed out of his fucking mind, he had no thought left in his head besides being focused on you, you, you.

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."

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.