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Miguel when a literal 15 year old wanted his dad to live

Just a heads up about Miguel O’hara:

He is not some villain in disguise who is secretly plotting world domination. Miguel truly believes his reasoning is correct and that is why he goes against Miles. He’s not being deliberately mean, as he’s trying to protect something he believes in.

People keep spreading that he is a villain and should instead try to approach him as an antagonist.

He is still a spider-man! The real villain is the spot!

“He’s a cult leader!” WHERE? He built spider society as means to protect the multiverse. No one is forced to stay. Hell, Hobie left in a blink of an eye. But if you are going to stay, of course you need to abide by certain rules. That’s to be expected. Whether those rules are too strict is another topic entirely.

Some of you are taking this movie way too seriously. You can criticise Miguel’s morals without turning him into some anime villain who chuckles in the mirror as he creates chaos.

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

how did miguel end up in the position? legs pinned behind his head and feet wagging in the air while you’re pounding his cunt black and blue.

“tighten your pussy more cariño” , you grunted out after slamming into him hard enough to have the tip of your dick pressing against his pleasure point with force. an extremely girlish whimper passing through his lips.

a garbled gasp was all he could muster , hands scratching at your shoulders from the sheer power you were moving your hips with. it was kind of surprising how someone your age could have so much ferocity. “i-i can’t ! fuuck y-you’re a-an animal”

miguel’s pussy kept a nice grip on your cock , leaving it a shiny mess every time you pulled out of him. you watch as his eyes crossed and his jaw fell open in ecstasy , shamless grunts leaving his mouth.

it was fathers day. you knew your lover was upset not being able to spend fathers day with anyone , so what better way to spend it than you putting a baby in him?? giving him the thickest creampie?

“shit baby! you feel so so good . . ah!” , rolling your pelvis and the incredibly loud slick sound of your thick cock playing in his pussy. the older man was a complete mess for you , his pussy all swollen as you gave him nice deep strokes.

“g’nna nut deep in this pussy yeah? give you all the babies you want. you like that right mama?” , the way you spoke to him — so fucking filthy and indecent. but he couldn’t help but nod and agree.

“y-yes! give me your babies mi amor — haah fuck! make me a mama” , miguel’s gummy walls contracted around you and you moved your hand down to his clit , flicking his clit with your thumb.

“ok miguel. i’ll knock you up and fill you til it takes ok baby?”

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.

fucking miguel's pussy in a public restroom stall not caring if other people outside can hear. occasionally a person would enter the stall next to you both so they can hear better and jerk off desperately to you both fucking. the cum from you both would be too much that they spill down to the floor and flow to the outside the stall.

this is so hot ... I hope I did your idea justice.

(implied ftm Miguel).

At first, Miguel is tense. He gives you a warning glare and presses his palm against his mouth when you push him against the stall door and your cock sinks into his pussy. You ignore his silent threat and buck your hips forward, beginning to fuck into him.

He's tense when someone enters the washroom but you don't let up, even when the person freezes at the sound of skin against skin. He should tell you to stop, but he can't bring himself to voice his thoughts.

You continue even when the person chooses to enter the stall next to you, though the rest are empty. They shut the door frantically and you hear them unzip their jeans with an equal amount of urgency. Miguel's claws dig into his cheek with the tight hold he has over his mouth. He looks back at you with a sharp glare, his other hand pressing back against your abdomen to push you away. He pauses when you hear a groan from the neighbouring stall and the familiar slick sound of someone fisting their cock. You grin at Miguel and pull further back to then fuck deeper into him.

After you coax his first orgasm out of him, Miguel lets himself go. He lets himself get drunk off of your cock and the fact that he's hidden in a stall, with no one around to recognize him. His hand leaves his face to press against the door and he rests his forehead on his forearm. He pants and lets moans slip past his lips without silencing himself.

There's already a puddle of your mixed cum pooling beneath you, and the accompanying groans and whines of whoever stumbles upon you spurs you on. Miguel must not mind it as much as he communicates through his glares and whispered curses. Not when his breath hitches whenever someone moans to the wet sound of you fucking his pussy and your shared groans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

➤ ⟣┄─ . ✧ ──ㅤ BIG BOOBIES 【 Miguel O'hara thirst 】 sub miguel. nsfw. reader has a dick. reader is kinda like a puppy soo... reader is whiney but so is miguel. sucking boobie nipples. grinding. miguel is tsundere confirmed by me!

"Can I suck your tits?"

"C'monnn Miguel.. jus' let me suck at your boobs.." You practically groan out, eyes now shut as your hands slowly crawl up Miguel's body— finally reaching their goal as they cup at his large chest.

MIGUEL'S struggling to maintain his stoic face at the thought of your inappropriate question. He feels his face flush as he stares at your expectant gaze, your bottom lip slightly pouted as your eyebrows furrow upwards.

"Your big, perky boobs.."

Still, he remains his usual poker face, just a slight fluster present across his cheeks. Miguel feels his strong (weak) resolve cave— with the way you're touching him and looking at him, how could he say no?

Miguel's cheeks darken at the feeling of you fondling his chest, and his already tight spider suit feels as if it's constricted around him even more—and the itch he feels to get it off is far too strong.

"Fine. If it will get you to stop nagging me all day.." He tries to sound bothered by the idea, as if he has better things to do, but both of you know that isn't true. If the way he almost too eagetly sits back down in his chair, legs spread so that you can stand in between them with a playful smirk on your face says anything.

Instead of taking Miguel's suit off normally, you ripped a large piece of his suit by his chest area— leaving it wide open for you while the rest of his suit was still intact. You don't miss the way he hisses your name, cursing you with his mother tongue as he snarls your way.

You quietly shush him, "Jus' get another one babe.." You're sure Miguel would've argued with you further, so you begin to kiss down his neck— fondling his chest as you do so. Your hips are flush against his as you slowly grind against him, both of you still clothed in your suits.

With your skillful tongue circling his nipple, and your hand playing with his other— Miguel can't help but let out quiet groans and whimpers.

"Mngh.." Miguel groans, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of your warm mouth engulfing his nipple— a stark contrast to the cold room.

Miguel can feel how hard you are underneath your suit, the imprint of your dick ever so visible, and he can't help the way his eyes turn dark at the sight of your bulge.

He tries to silence himself, embarrassed by how turned on he is by having his tits played with, but he can't find it in himself to hold back his sounds, especially with the way you're grinding your cock against him.

"Mm.. You're so soft Miguel.." You groan, lidded eyes staring up at Miguel as you continue to fondle his chest, leaving bite marks all over as you continue to grind your dick against his.

Miguel's letting out heavy breaths of air as he stares at you, wrapping his legs around your hips to meet your sensual thrusts. "Haaah.." His hand grips your hair, pushing you deeper into his chest as you continue sucking his nipple, his other one left pink and wet from being sucked previously.

"I knew you'd like me playing with your tits— ahh..— maybe next time I should fuck them, right?"

Miguel goes blank at your words and all the stimulation he received, his legs locking more tightly around your waist as he feels his thighs shake around you.

I need more bottom Miguel in my life. Like he's working all day and night there's no way he isn't tired when he comes back home to you, all whiney and that,, just wants someone to fuck him dumb while he drools n mewls. makin him forget all about the stress...... PLEASEE 😭😞😢😭 !!

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓.

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

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

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ahhh— ahh, fuck.. Fuck..!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You—"

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

"Spider's so flexible too.."

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

"Fuckin.. Hell.."

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

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

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Miguel O'Hara x Top!M!Reader

It's your birthday and Miguel had something special in mind.

desc. college au, bottom Miguel, reader has a dick, it's reader's birthday, both you and Miguel share the house with two other people, risky sex (Almost getting caught), morning sex, multiple orgasm and creampie, implied Malay reader (Although it is implied, reader can be any race and ethnicity. It's up to you). No introduction as it skips to the actual sex. Lmk if I missed anything.

A/N. This is my first time writing so it's extremely short and it's self-indulgent. Excuse my English as it is not my first language. Please voice out your criticism as I'm trying to get better in writing!

You never thought you would end up in this predicament but you aren't exactly complaining about it. Here you are, locking your roommate Miguel in a position that made it possible to escape from your tight grip on him but why would he? The constant moaning and whimpering made it obvious he's enjoying it, it was his idea after all.

"Fuck! So good..so fucking good.." he moans out like a cheap whore "Mm..your cock's so fuckin' big!" he didn't even bother keeping quiet anymore. It's 6 in the morning and there's still a chance that both of your other roommates are still sleeping but you can never be too sure.

His eyes roll back to his head as he came for the nth times after just a few minutes from his last orgasm. As you continue your relentless thrusting and spewing curses in Malay, you hear faint footsteps from the hallway and you immediately stop moving but Miguel didn't get the sign and whines as a form of complaining.

He looks at you in confusion as to why you stopped but his eyes went wide when he hears the footsteps stop in front of the door to your bedroom. Why aren't they saying anything? The thought of your roommate finding out your affair with another roommate made your head spin. Of course, you keep yourself from making any movements, except for Miguel.

He continues moving his hips into your pelvis and your breath hitches from the sudden movements. He's already letting out a few sinful noises that might be loud enough for the other person at the other end of the door to hear if they really put their ear against the door. The other roommate mutters something you can't quite catch but at least they're walking away now.

You start to move again but this time you're practically destroying his inside and not letting him catch his breath. It's a surprise you still aren't satisfied even after a few rounds of hard fucking and painting his insides white. Miguel holds onto your back and leaves a few scratch marks that burn your skin but you're so lost in the pleasure that you paid no mind to them.

One sharp thrust that made your pelvis meet his ass, you came inside him for the last time as you curses out in Malay. He lets out a high-pitched girlish moan as his cock spurts out cum that is currently pooling on his stomach.

"Happy birthdayyy.." he managed to slur out those two words before trying to catch his breath and gather back his thoughts

A/N. My birthday is in August but I still feel the need to want to fuck Miguel's ass early. Still not confident about this though :(

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader

You were a member of the spider society, rising quickly to be part of the small circle of Miguel’s most valued members due to your agility and strength even with your strong, tall stature. You and Miguel had a complicated relationship. At least on his end. The man was curious about your quiet nature and selfless behavior. You were a man of few words, being both a Spider-Man as well as hosting a symbiote from your world. You had a dedication to the cause that could compare with Miguel, even placing it over your physical health. Today, Miguel’s carelessness as well as your lack of self care would hit you like a truck.

Part One | Part Two

cw: masturbation (male), hand obsession, size diff (mentioned), sexual tension (?), sexual implications

Please give criticism 🙏 this is my first time writing as a whole so I’m so sorry if the format is weird and/or if the summary is ass. ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG (imo) SO I APOLOGIZE. 😭 And pls tell me if i should make a part two. (edit: okay, i calculated and its 5.2K words lmao... my bad)

You don’t remember the last time you visited HQ or even your own dimension. You’d been traveling to various earths and hunting down located anomalies per Miguel’s order.

Your physical conditions were never a worry to you while on your expeditions, simply stitching up whatever injuries you endured before carrying on. Miguel would protest to this behavior of yours, requesting that you return back to HQ for proper medical attention, but you’d quickly dismiss his precautions, having Venom keep your injuries wrapped under it’s tar-like material to avoid bursting any stitches when you were busy tackling your objectives.

You rarely fully involved Venom in your missions. It never objected to your request to remain tucked away while you worked, understanding that you preferred to rely on your own strength to take down opponents.

Miguel sent you on a new array of missions about two weeks ago. They were rather easy for someone of your skill, though it did get annoying when one enemy turned into two, then three, and so on in just one mission. These hiccups never stunted your performance, but they didn’t fail to stress Miguel out. You didn’t fully understand why the man was so anxious whenever you’d go on your missions. He never showed the same worry for the other members of the Spider Society, so what was so different about you?

Miguel had been spending most of his days in his office since you left, his earpiece being filled with the sounds of battle as you took down anomalies on the other end. You preferred not to speak, but with Miguel’s insistence, you were forced to make some noise for him every so often to ease his nerves, whether it be a grunt or a hum. Depending on your mood, some days you’d find it to be overbearing and on better ones, you’d find it to be almost comforting.

‘What is wrong with me.’ Miguel thought to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in his office chair, clicking around on his keyboard as he watched your marker on the map traveling miles in minutes as you moved around a random Earth, searching for a rumored anomaly. Everything had been going well until he’d heard you breathing heavily on the other end as you stopped to rest for a moment, you raspy pants tickling his ear. He’d immediately dismissed Lyla as he felt his pants tighten at the noises you made, resting his hand over the forming tent in his suit. Fuck, he had to hear your voice. He needed to.

“Y/n? You alright?” Miguel spoke through the earpiece, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. Y/n didn’t reply with words, opting to hum in acknowledgement. No, that wasn’t enough for Miguel. “Y/n?” Y/n groaned in annoyance at his insistence, but the noise was like heaven in Miguel’s ear. Much more than what he was requesting. “I’m fine.” Y/n replied curtly before continuing his search, his stationary marker starting to move on the map again.

Miguel’s mind was already wandering when he heard y/n groan, but hearing your voice after radio silence for days? He already had a fantasy forming in his head now. There were too many days where you’d hover over him as he briefed you on an upcoming mission, his mind muddled with ideas of you bending him over the table, ripping his suit open and just fucking him over the surface. “Y/n.” Miguel unintentionally groaned out as he pulled his pants down just enough to release his cock from its confines.

“Hm?” Y/n responded in an undertone, oblivious to the intentions behind Miguel’s voice. Miguel pressed a hand over his mouth. He didn’t mean to call your name aloud. “Y-You’re approaching the signal.” Miguel spoke quickly, his heart fluttering at his slip up. You hummed in acknowledgment, a bit confused on why he had to announce it since he equipped your wristwatch with a mini map, but you dismissed it. Miguel quickly muted his mic on the earpiece to avoid making the same mistake. He looked down at his semi, the cool air making it all the more sensitive.

He dipped one of his hands down, sliding his thumb over the slit of his cock as the other turned the volume up on his earpiece, listening to your heavy breathing as you swung through an abandoned city. “Fuck, please.” Miguel murmured under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down his length, imagining your larger, calloused hands in its place.

He had to lower the volume of his earpiece to near silence, the sound of the wind hitting your side of the mic disrupting his thoughts. Miguel lightly gripped his cock, sliding his hand back up to the tip, a bead of pre forming at the motion. Gods, he needed to just tell you, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. You were nearly ten years younger than him, being only 23 years old compared to his 30 years of age. You wouldn’t want someone as old as him, much less a man. You probably had women clinging to your arms in your world, and the thought evoked a flare of jealousy in his chest.

Fuck, what would you think of him if you saw him like this? Thrusting into his hand at just the sound of your voice and faraway fantasies.

You’d been making rounds around this damned city. The place was desolate but somehow a fellow spider managed to spot an anomaly when they accidentally entered in the wrong number in an attempt to portal to their own world. Your wristwatch was picking up on a thermal presence, yet you just couldn’t find it. ‘I swear, if it’s underground, I’m dragging Miguel here to take care of this, multiverse be damned.’ You thought to yourself as you swung between rusting skyscrapers.

Your thoughts were cut off by your watch beeping, detecting a thermal signal in close range. That’s weird. You’d already scoured this area. It must’ve moved in the time that you were on the other side of the city. Your eyes were focused on the watch too closely to notice another presence approaching your side. Another anomaly. Wonderful.

Your senses kicked off but it wasn’t as quick as this creature. You were already airborne before you were launched through the window of a skyscraper you were passing, a rib cracking under the pressure your left side endured. ‘Light work.’ You thought to yourself as you kicked up off the floor of the office level you landed in, planting your feet down before launching out the side you were thrown into. You swung your way up to the roof of the high rise, your eyes scanning the surrounding area for the anomaly.

A figure darted across the street below, prompting you to jump off. You never voiced it, but you always loved the adrenaline rush that came with hunting down anomalies. You were a bit surprised at the lack of noise on Miguel’s side of the earpiece, but the thought was quickly brushed aside as you broke your fall with your webs before running into the building the figure was seen entering, your watch leading the way. You ran down multiple sets of stairs, the rapping of the creatures claws along the tiled floor guiding you along.

You shot a web at the side of the creature from the top of the stairway before it could round a corner. You yanked it towards you, disregarding the fact that your feet lost contact with the floor as the two of you met in the middle, tumbling down the stairwell with your bulky arms wrapped around the damned thing. You were able to land a few punches against the hybrid’s feathered body before you were forced to focus on its talons sinking into the muscles of your thigh. You hissed in pain, forming claws on your own hands with Venom’s help before gripping its ankle with one hand and stabbing your claws into the scaled skin above it.

The fucking thing screeched and gods was it loud, nearly forcing Venom to recede back into you before it used its other clawed foot to hit your chest, slamming your back into the stairwell. You gritted your teeth in pain, a drip of blood dripping down your mask from the cut on your brow due to the previous fall. The creature rounded the corner immediately, disappearing from your sight. ‘Of course it’s smart.’ You thought to yourself begrudgingly, your muscles a bit tense from the mission you just pursued prior to entering this world. “Miguel.” You spoke into your mic. No response. No time to wait.

You quickly got to your feet before darting around the corner, suddenly realizing the setting. Of course it lured you to a fucking subway. You were quick on your feet, jumping down to the railway platform before darting down the tunnel, your sharp ears picking up on the sound of the creature’s claws scratching against the metal of the railing as it ran from you. You’d ran so far that you made it to another underground subway stop, spotting a new creature lingering in the area.

‘Here’s the second fucker.’ You thought to yourself as Venom reformed claws around your fingers. You jumped from the railway up to the tiled floor of the platform. The creature spotted you, quickly leaping at you as you returned the gesture. You noted the difference in strength in this one compared to the first anomaly you came across, easily overpowering this one. Just when you were about to sink your claws into its neck, you were launched off to the side, slamming into a solid wall behind you. Another rib cracked at the impact. Wonderful.

The first bastard was back. The two creatures stood side by side as you used the wall as support to rise to your feet. The two freaks of nature stalked around you before launching forward.

“Venom.” You growled out. It didn’t hesitate, enveloping your body in its black tar-like body. You immediately threw the stronger one back, sending it over the platform and onto the railway as you focused your attention on the weaker anomaly.

You were able to land a multitude of hits on this one, weakening it. Just when you were about to stab your claws into its chest, the stronger one recuperated, releasing a deafening scream that incapacitated you, forcing Venom to recede back inside you. The ground shook from the scream, the beams at the subway shaking as dust fell from the ceiling.

‘Fuck, I need to focus on that one or this rusty building is going down on all three of us.’

You were alone now, the scream forcing Venom to retreat. You made circles with the creature, the weaker of the two still recovering on the floor. You made the first move, webbing the feet of the anomaly to the floor before landing a kick straight in its chest.

The creature slammed against another beam. Fuck. Bad move. The ceiling shook again, an unsettling sound of creaking above them. The building was going to collapse at this rate. You needed to keep these two down here while getting back to ground level so you wouldn’t get stuck or worse, killed under the rubble.

“Miguel.” Silence. What the fuck was he doing right now? Just when you were about to approach the now weakened anomaly, you felt the muscle in your thigh tense. You dropped one knee, accidentally slamming it against the tiled floor. You gritted your teeth, the muscle cramping from overworking yourself. Miguel had warned you, and now you were experiencing the outcome. In the midst of Venom attempting to reform around you, you were tackled from behind. The second one was back up.

You swung your now clawed fingers back, moving to plunge your hand into the chest of this anomaly. You were cut short as the other let out another ear-piercing screech, forcing Venom to retreat yet again. The entire bottom level shook now. ‘This building’s going down.’ You thought to yourself. “Miguel,” you shouted into the earpiece, “I need backup, I’m under the apartment buildi—,” your words were cut short as the infrastructure gave out, sending you into darkness.

Miguel was in the midst of cleaning himself up when he heard the low sound of a rumble on the other side of his earpiece. He immediately raised the volume on his earpiece. ‘Shit, shit shit,’ he though to himself, ‘I wasn’t paying attention.’ “Y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel quickly spoke into the mic, turning Lyla back on. Lyla’s hologram reappeared, about to crack a joke before noticing Miguel’s panicked expression as he looked at his monitors, rapidly typing on the keyboard. “Shit—Lyla, call Jess and Hobie to HQ now,” he said quickly before shouting into the earpiece, “Y/n, give me a status update!” Silence. A deadly silence that was interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of a weak wheeze. Y/n.

“Fuck, y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel spoke quickly into his earpiece as he connected the audio to a walkie-talkie. Jessica entered Miguel’s office, Hobie following a few feet behind her. You couldn’t get a word out, a piece of rubble pressing against your torso, cutting your breaths short. Another weak wheeze, this time coming from the walkie. Jessica froze at the noise before quickly swinging up to Miguel’s platform. “Who is that? Is that—Don’t tell me that’s y/n.” She said quickly. Hobie was already analyzing the holographic map on Miguel’s desk, typing the coordinates for your marker into his wristwatch before creating a portal. “Let’s go.”

You let out another weak wheeze, groaning in pain when the rubble shifted. Your right ankle was stinging, likely sprained, and your knee cap fractured from it hitting the tiled floor prior to the collapse. Your side felt wet and the rebar poking out of a chunk of concrete next to you easily explained why. The screech from the anomaly must’ve ruptured an eardrum, since you could feel the ticklish trickle of blood leaking out of your ear. Your earpiece was knocked out, hidden somewhere in the rubble that pinned you down as you heard the distant sound of Miguel’s panicked voice coming from it. ‘Wonderful timing, boss.’ You thought to yourself as you let out a pained coughed, your throat coated in dust. Your vision started to fade in the midst of you trying to count how many fractures your ribs incurred.

The trio wasn't enough to get you out of the rubble, having to call over a dozen other spider people to aid in the search for you. The only thing keeping Miguel’s hopes up was the presence of a pulse that your wristwatch was picking up, Lyla closely monitoring it for any changes as per Miguel’s orders. He could feel his heart cracking at the edges at the sight of a few spider people gently pulling your unconscious body from under the rubble. They immediately applied pressure to your side due to a large gash from a piece of rebar as Miguel quickly opened a portal back to HQ, rushing you to the medical wing of the building.

Your eyes were hazy when you opened them, taking a few moments to adjust to the bright hospital lights, though the dizziness stayed. You reached a hand up to the nasal cannula, taking note of the tug from the IV in your arm. An IV. A cannula. Bright lights. You hated hospitals with a passion. You shot up in the bed, your body wracked with pain from both a terrible concussion as well as the broken ribs. Strong hands firmly gripped your shoulders, gently guiding you to lay back down on the bed as a soothing voice murmured to you, though you couldn't make out the words. You complied, reluctantly, though majorly because you didn't have the strength to protest.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on a breathing technique to try and ease some of the pain from your array of broken and fractured ribs, though the pain was still agonizing even when you inhaled. Thank god for your pain tolerance, or this could be a lot more unbearable than it already is. You could faintly hear Miguel's unintelligible voice, but he kept a low tone to accomodate your ruptured eardrum. You felt soft fingers stroking the top of your left hand. Jess. She was on your left, Miguel on your right. You could feel a weight on your left leg. Pavitr. Gods, the boy looked up to you like you were an older brother to him. You couldn't imagine how stressed he must be to see you in this state.

You opened your eyes again after about ten minutes, slowly blinking as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh lighting above you. After you finally gained a good enough level of clarity, your sharp eyes began darting around the room, grabbing every little detail you could pick up without tilting your concussed head. You made eye contact with Jessica, who was tracing soft patterns into your forearm as she looked at you, a soft look in her eyes. She was like an older sister to you in a way, and even though you never acknowledged this, she knew.

Your eyes shifted over to Pavitr, who was sat in a chair closer to the end of the bed, practically hugging the lower half of your left leg. You had a brace around your right ankle and could feel the tight gauze wrapped around your thigh, hidden under the blankets. Your abdomen felt very snug, being tightly wrapped in gauze as well due to what you assumed was that wet feeling on your side from when you were under the rubble. The cut on your brow had a stitch and your lip was busted.

You could feel the tickle of Miguels breath against your upper arm, but you never looked over at him. His left hand was gripping your thick tricep like a lifeline while his right remained intertwined with yours. You refused to look at the man, and rightfully so. Had he been paying attention instead of getting distracted by god knows what, you wouldn't be in this uncomfortable situation. "Summary?" You asked Jessica in a raspy voice, your eyes were half-lidded as they focused on Pavitr's sleeping figure.

Miguel answered for Jessica. It ticked you off. You didn't want to hear his voice right now. "Sprained ankle, laceration in your right side, two fractured ribs, three broken, grade three concussion, gash in your right thigh, fractured knee cap, and a few cuts and bruises," Miguel replied quickly, "your lung collapsed, so you had a chest tube in but it was removed yesterday morning." You had a question on the tip of your tongue, but you knew Miguel would answer it before Jess could. "You've been out for six days." Miguel murmured, unknowingly answering said question. "We were worried sick." Bullshit. You had to resist the urge to say it aloud. This wouldn't have happened had he been paying attention and heard at least one of your three call outs.

Jess could see the anger flickering in your narrowed eyes as you focused on Pavitr again in an attempt to calm your nerves. She could feel your fingers twitching against her hand as you took quiet breaths. She was sure Miguel could feel the motions in your fingers too, since the man had his hand tightly threaded with yours. You didn’t have energy to be angry right now. You could feel a wave of exhaustion coming over you, making your eyelids heavier than they already were. You succumbed to the feeling, your eyes slowly shutting.

‘He didn’t even look at me.’ Was a repetitive thought in Miguel’s head over the next few weeks. He took notice in that behavior. How could he not? He didn’t blame you, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a flicker of jealousy when he saw you and your goddamn face on the cameras and how you looked at all the spider people who visited you with kindness. You even gave little smiles to a few with that pretty face of yours—Fuck, he needed to talk about that.

Miguel didn’t get too many chances to visit you throughout the weeks and when he did manage to, you were already asleep by the time he got there. He’d pull a chair next to your bed, staring at you in ways he didn’t could only dream of compared to when you were awake. He'd spend a few hours every other night just… analyzing you. Counting every vein that traveled up your forearm, staring at the thick lashes on your lower waterline, the broad chest that peeked out of your hospital shirt—Gods, how could you be equal parts pretty and handsome?

Tonight was the same routine, Miguel had snuck into the medical wing way past visiting hours, slinking into your hospital room. He stood in the doorway, listening to the quiet whistling sound your nose made when you inhaled as confirmation that you were asleep. He stepped in, sliding the door shut behind him before grabbing a chair at the entry, picking it up and gently setting it on the floor at your bedside.

He took a seat before pulling a small metal object from his pocket. A nail clipper. Miguel had noticed that your nails had gained a bit of length, not much, but enough for him to notice. Definitely not because he wanted a reason to touch your hands. He carefully sat himself on the edge of your hospital bed before gently lifting your hand that still had an IV in it.

The horny bastard nearly moaned at how heavy your hand felt in his. How were you so strong? You barely had free time to work out with how often you were hunting anomalies and there was no way chasing those guys alone would be enough, right? He carefully set your hand on his thigh, the warmth emitting from you causing a smile to spread across his face. Gods, this felt wrong.

The room was silent besides the occasional clicking noise of the nail clipper as he worked through your first hand, making sure to carefully round the edges of your nails. Your hands were so nice, saliva pooling in Miguel’s mouth that he had to swallow down as he ran the pads of his fingers over every vein that traveled up the top of your hand. His mind was wandering and god your fingers were thick. The thoughts came before he could stop them, imagining you sliding your heavy digits into his mouth, coating them in his saliva before sliding them inside him one by one—

Miguel leaned over you, gently lifting your untreated hand to rest in his before he began repeating the same ministrations he gave to the first. The closer proximity made the scent of you in his nose even stronger. Your musk was a bit of everything: comforting, arousing, warm, familiar. If he could have it as a cologne, he would. ‘Fuck, is something wrong with me?’ Miguel thought to himself as he leaned towards you, his nose inching closer to the pulse in your neck.

He couldn’t help himself, gently laying your hand back in its original position before dipping down, pressing his nose against the delicate skin of your neck. ‘Something’s wrong with me.’ He inhaled deeply, having to suppress a moan in his throat at the smell of you. He planted his hands next to your hips. Oh my god, speaking of which, your hips just seemed to move so fluidly with you when you walked. It wasn’t like you were just blatantly swaying them, but Miguel noticed the way they seemed to rise and lower in sync with your bulky thighs as you moved around his office.

‘You’re tempting me on purpose, you have to be.’ Miguel thought to himself as he indulged further, letting the tip of his cold nose press against the side of your throat as he breathed you in. ‘I’ve never acted like this about anyone in my life before. Why’re you so easy to obsess over?’ Miguel found himself watching the medical wing’s security cameras in his time, watching as you walked in the hall with Jess, using the wall as a slight support. You looked like a leviathan in the hallway, your tall, broad stature taking up a large portion of the hall and dwarfing Jessica. You had no idea how arousing just the sight of you was.

Miguel’s thoughts were cut off by the feeling of your firm, calloused hands wrapping around his waist, spreading your warmth to those areas. Miguel nearly choked on his breath, absolutely refusing to meet your gaze right now. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. God no. You just caught him in the fucking act.

Miguel kept his head tucked under your chin, a warm feeling coiling in his gut at the realization that your hands wrapped nearly entirely around his waist. How the hell was that even possible? The man was 6’9 yet you managed to make him feel small. How were you even possible? Oh my god, he couldn’t even imagine the view you’d get if you were to wrap those hands around his waist, keeping him in place as you pounded into hi—

“Miguel.”

You felt your hand twitch at the feeling of something cold brushing against your neck. A nurse? Or maybe just a nip of the cold breeze that carried throughout the wing? Nope. ‘Y/n.’ You weren’t thinking that. Why would you repeat your own name? Oh right, you aren’t alone in your body. ‘Venom?’ There was a moment of silence in your conscious. ‘That… man is here again. The human. The weird one.’ ‘Miguel?’ A beat of silence yet again. Venom didn’t like saying the man’s name, preferring to lightheartedly insult him when describing him. You’d always brushed off Venom’s insistence that Miguel had a thing for you. ‘He’s touching you. Again.’ It’s voice was a hiss. ‘What?’

You woke up before you could get a response, your eyes quickly adjusting to the dark room, Miguel’s sturdy figure illuminated by the moonlight peeking into the room. You could feel him twitch and his breath catch when you wrapped your hands around his noticeably narrow waist. Why you chose his waist, you didn’t know, the motion being almost instinctual. You could tell he didn’t want to look at you. How could he, when you just caught him practically burying his face into your neck? You had to break the silence, as much as you hated speaking.

“Miguel.”

Silence in response to your husky voice. You slid your hands up his waist, gripping the sides of his chest before pulling him away, taking note of how your thumbs pressed into the plump edges of his pecs. Miguel’s eyes were trained on your neck as his hands rested against the large muscle of your shoulders. His face was red. So red. This wasn’t Miguel. This didn’t look like the man who so easily scolded others and had a resting bitch face for hours on end. Or at least it didn’t look like it.

“Miguel.”

Your voice was a lot firmer this time, catching Miguel’s full attention as he slowly looked up at you, an innocent look in his eyes. Who was this? Surely this wasn’t the leader of the Spider Society in your hospital room. Who was this little minx that slinked into your room while you were unconscious? “Explain yourself.” You wanted to say more, but the soreness of your throat said otherwise. “I-I was cutting your nails.” Miguel’s voice was shaky. You never heard the man like this before. “And?” You asked inquisitively. He was silent, his eyes darting between each of your sharper ones. “And I was… checking your pulse…?” Miguel’s voice was nearly silent now, an obvious hesitation in his voice.

“You’re a wonderful liar, boss.” You stared him down, your piercing gaze practically demanding an answer. “I was smelling you.” He whispered it so quietly, you almost didn’t pick it up with your still recovering eardrum. “Why?” “Because… because I missed you.” Miguel’s voice was a murmur. Missed you? Why the hell did he miss you? “You wouldn’t miss me if you had been paying attention.” You had to address the elephant in the room.

“Y/n—” “No. Explain to me. Because I called out to you thrice and I got zero response.” Not now, not yet. Miguel wanted this conversation to wait till you were fully recovered. His eyes darted to the door he came in through, but you quickly caught on, sliding your hands down to his waist again and tightening your grip. Oh fuck, Miguel had to suppress a whimper at the feeling. “I-I was busy with Lyla and—” “It’s an earpiece. You would’ve heard me. Meaning you either removed it or muted it. Explain why.” “Y/n, please, you should really just—” “What were you doing that was so important?”

Miguel’s mind was reeling. A part of him wanted to run from this conversation but the other was loving the sound of your voice and the feel of your firm grip on his waist. “Y-You should just go back to be—” “Shut up.” Gods, you had an authority in your voice that silenced him immediately. The feeling of your firm finger wrapped around his waist had him tensing his arms, pleading with his body to send the rushing heat elsewhere.

“Miguel. I will tell Lyla to pull up the cameras in your office myself. Or I’ll send Venom to.”

There was no running from this. No way in hell. “I-I was touching myself.” There. It was out now. He said it. Were you happy? Who knows, cause Miguel screwed his eyes shut the moment he said it. “Touching yourself…” Your voice was lower, and had a hint of anger and confusion in it. “Yes.” Miguel practically gasped out the word, his face flaming in his embarrassment. He’d rather just tell the man then have him watch it himself on the cameras. “You expect me to believe that? That you were touching yourself? We were talking and then suddenly you went radio si—…Miguel.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. You connected the dots. Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Explain it. Now.” Miguel was quick in his response. “Y-You were breathing, and every fucking piece of audio was picked up, and-and I felt this heat in me. And then you groaned and I just—I just…” Your grip tightened around his waist again and Miguel couldn’t help it, letting out a soft whimper at your touch. “You couldn’t help yourself.” You murmured. Miguel nodded his head in shame, opening his eyes again, though they remain focused on your neck again.

“Miguel.” His eyes snapped up to yours, an unmistakable heat in your husky voice. “Go lock the door.”

Miguel stood so quickly that the chair next to your bed nearly got knocked over.

So… are we feeling a part two? 😏 or was this ass? Cause I’ll stop rn. Lmao.

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

Continuation of my previous post due to request :)

Part One | Part Two

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

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

@sad-author-san @dragonspaint09

(word count: 2.6K+)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

UNHOLY LAST SUPPER.

Miguel O'hara x Top!M!Reader

You and Miguel went on a holiday and you almost saw the Gates of Heaven because of Miguel's thick ass.

warnings. Miguel has a thick ass (he already has a thick ass), hotel room sex, facesitting, ass eating, reader was suffocating and almost died from Miguel sitting on his face, Miguel calls reader a stud. lmk if I missed some.

A/N. based off of me suffocating from Miguel's ass on character ai. too lazy to proofread so please excuse me from any mistakes.

You swore you saw the Gates of Heaven flash before your eyes as Miguel smothers your face with his ass. At first, you insisted how you could handle his full weight when he sits on your face, bluffing and boasting and look where you ended up now, but you aren't exactly complaining.

The way that he'd grind on your face as you desperate cling onto his thighs for some kind of moral support from the situation you were put into. The way he'd jerk you off as he rides your face to no end, it'd be a lie if you both say you didn't enjoy the experience.

"C'mon...give my ass a nickname! Call it anything you'd like!" he said it as a joke at first, expecting you to not answer and brush it off but you did the exact opposite of it.

"Mmfh! My- my goddamn last supper-" you struggled to get those words out as he was practically trying to kill you with his ass, but goddamn you'd be glad if he actually killed you. You could already envision it, "Suffocated from Miguel O'hara's ass" carved into your stone.

As he continued to jerk you off and move his hips in tandem "C'mon stud. Don't be shy, eat me out like it's your last supper!" You took it as a chance and began to devour his ass like it was your last day. Well it could technically be if Miguel made a wrong move and accidentally breaking your neck in the process.

The continuous sounds of you devouring his ass whole and the lewd squelching sound as he jerked off your dick filled the entire room, you were 100% the guest next door could hear you both but they should at least appreciate the little show you both were providing for them.

As your dick twitched, signaling your climax, Miguel made sure to pressure almost his whole entire weight onto your face as your dick spurts out cum, staining his hand and your stomach. You were surprised that God decided to spare you and not immediately take your life when Miguel pressed himself hard against your face.

You were panting, clearly out of it but Miguel had a look in face that told you 'We're not done yet' and you muttered curses under your breath before he went at you again.

A/N. need him to break my neck as he sits on my face.

should i write

1. summer themed fic where reader fucks miguel in a pool (was inspired by the song i thought you wanted to dance by tyler)

or

2. bodybuilder reader locking miguel in a full nelson as they fuck in the gym's bathroom.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK IM HARD IM HARD

sleepy sex w/ miguel o'hara (spitball)

cw: sub!miguel , trans!miguel , con somnophilia , sleepy sex , soft sex , PIV , creampie , not really explicit compared to my other posts (im tired)

FEMALE-ALIGNED READERS AND MINORS DNF, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

its 1:33 am but im currently thinking about miguel waking up, dead in the night, feeling your fat cock gently thrust into his wet cunt. miguel's too tired to do anything but sighs and just..... drifts in and out of sleep. sometimes he wakes up to feel your lips brush against his bare back, or your hands softly grazing his t-scars, or even gently pressing and rubbing against his engorged clit.

either way, you definitely manage to pull some orgasms from him before your gently but firmly bottoming out, cock pressed deep onto his cunt. miguel only releases a soft moan, squeezing around your cock as you release what seems like gallons of baby batter into his pussy.

just the thought of getting impregnated by you has him reaching down to grip your cock from pulling out. you get the message and are more than happy to pull him closer, snuggling into his back, as you keep your cock deep inside his cunt.

maybe in the morning he'll be annoyed by the cum or being sore, but he'll be ecstatic when a couple days later he finally puts the pregnancy test to good use and comes out as positive.

The only thing you'll hear from him before he's had his 3 morning coffees and multiverse beef

Mami

Prompt: Miguel calling you a pet name for the first time

Miguel opened the door with a turn of a key you'd gifted him. Unlike his apartment, yours was filled with a warmth he had missed after losing his family. Miguel had missed the feeling of belonging, and you had given it to him.

Instead of you coming out to embrace him with hugs and kisses, as usual. Instead, he was welcomed by the sound of soft singing and the sizzling of oil.

Silently, Miguel walks toward the kitchen, watching your hips smoothly sway as you stand in front of your stove frying food. A small smile stretches on Miguel's lips, happy to see you after his long day of capturing anomalies.

Sneaking up behind you, he can hear you softly singing Light Shower with a tender smile blossoming on your face.

"But you made me want to plan out my last days on earth eating you..." The feeling of arms wrapped around your waist causes you to abruptly stop singing. Looking back at the shell submerged in the boiling oil checking it before turning in the arms of the man behind you. "Well, hello handsome."

"Mh," A content hum escapes Miguel's mouth as he looks down at you, utterly lovestruck by you. "Why'd you stop singing, mami?"

"Well, because- wait, what?"

"I asked why you stopped singing."

"Yeah, but. Uh, you called me mami."

"Did you not want me to?" Concern laced his voice, eyebrows furrowed, worried he made you uncomfortable.

You look at Miguel in surprise, immediately reaching your hands up to cup his cheeks. Rubbing your thumbs along his tan skin. "I like it." Standing on your tippy toes, you leaned up to pepper kisses along his face. "It just surprised me is all."

"Alright, mami." He kisses your lips softly, smiles taking over your faces.

The sound of your sope shells boiling in the oil causes you to rip away from your boyfriend and turn to the stove. You fish the shell out of the oil with tongs, revealing a dark brown shell.

"Son of a-" Before you're able to finish, Miguel plants his lips upon yours, successfully calming you down.

Pulling away, Miguel takes the tongs from your hand. "I'll take it from here, amor."

I'm just like him fr

Drew another Miguel sketch today