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MIGUEL O'HARA X GN VILLAIN SPIDER READER

Miguel O’hara X GN spider reader

DISCRIPTION: You were best friends with Miguel O’hara ever since highschool. he was always a dork but he was there for you, he stood up for you, and you admired every bit of him. That is until he died, you didn’t know how to deal with his death and started working for some bad people using your spider abilities for bad bad things, until a strange portal opens up in your world.

This is legit my first time ever publishing some of my writing and it just so happens to be a Miguel fanfiction because hes been my hyperfixation for a few months now lol, I want feedback because I might not keep updating, if i do its gonna go on AO3 when I get my account. I have some good stuff planned I just wanna know if people like it so far. ^_^

Reader is GN but specifically transmasc so there MIGHT be some references to that throughout the story so idkidkidkdikddahhagagahvsgsh

Earth 1317

You were best friends with Miguel O’hara ever since highschool. he was always a dork but he was there for you, he stood up for you, and you admired every bit of him.

You have been living together for two months now, both of you had graduated and now Miguel was in college studying whatever nerds study. You weren’t to interested in Miguel’s work it always bored you in everyway but you still pretended to be interested when he ranted about it.

Miguel made his way down the hallway of your shared small apartment, he opened the door to your messy room flipping on the switch causing you to squint your eyes due to the harsh sudden light, “Dude!” you say covering your eyes. You had been searching for a job for the past few weeks in order to help Miguel with the bills but due to your piercings and careless attitude you were getting nowhere, he had offered to help you look.

“I’ve got good news do you wanna hear it or not?” he said leaning on the door frame, you snarled, you hated when he dangled information over your head. “sure whatever.” you huffed, fidgeting with your hands, “good. because Alchemax desperately needs a janitor, they will pretty much take anyone at this rate.” he said with a tone that almost made you laugh. You weren’t too crazy about the idea of being a JANITOR the idea made your head hurt, don’t the nerds at Alchemax keep the place clean enough? you thought. “A janitor??” you groaned,

Miguel furrowed his eyebrows, “You don’t have many options, plus I think this could be a good learning experience for you” he said gesturing to your room, you threw a pillow at him. “you’re such an ass,” you said holding back a smile, “But seriously, this is the ONLY thing you could find?” you pouted, he said your name sternly “You need this. plus I get to see you at work,” his expression softened to something more empathetic.

You sighed finding his expression convincing, “yeah okay.” you mumbled, “Look I know this isn’t the most exciting job, but you’re gonna be fine,” he sat on your bed causing the mattress to sink with him, “I know.” you looked up at him, dark circles under his eyes from countless nights of intense researching, he wore square black glasses and his eyes were a deep brown. you slumped on your bed looking up at the ceiling, “I just wish it were better you know?”

“It will, I swear we just have to give it time.” he said softly, you smiled at him. “Yeah alright O’hara I just better not be cleaning up any shit.”

The next day Miguel woke you up, he wakes up earlier then you for work and you hated this. He watched you with a cup of coffee in his hand as you struggled groggily through your morning, you brushed your teeth and angrily at your cereal. when It was finally time to leave you both walked to the bus stop because neither of you had a car. Miguel thought this was a good opportunity for exercise, and of course you hated this. he was always a pretty muscular guy considering the fact that he was always hidden away in his lab, he was also tall and caught the attention of a lot of people but never seemed to return it.

You arrived at Alchemax, the place was fucking massive. people in lab coats swarming the place, you thought about running as fast as you could out of there but remembered your conversation with Miguel. He also wore a lab coat that went down to the back of his knees, Miguel greeted more of his nerdy work buddies as the both of you made your way inside the building. In the hallways you could see inside the labs, every room made for something different. Miguel had to pull you away from some of them urging you to continue the tour he was giving you.

As you walked down the hallway there were tables holding more sciencey stuff, you reached out to touch but Miguel grabbed your hand. “Okay, ground rules. DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING or even THINK about it either, got it?” he said sternly, “ohhkayyyyy.” you mocked him, “I’m serious, this place isn’t a joke.” he said continuing to walk, you caught up with him, “Well im gunna need to touch things if I’m gonna work here,” you smiled. “Don’t be a smartass,” he said pointing a finger at you.

You stopped at a door where Miguel took out some keys, it must’ve been his lab. He flipped on the lights and it wasn’t nearly as exciting as the others were, “Alright, stay here I'll bring in my boss so he can meet you, then you can start cleaning up the shit or whatever,” he explained. You huffed at that last line, “yup.” you said holding up a thumb slumping in one of his rolley chairs. He made his way to the door you both entered in and turned to face you again “Don’t fuck this up,” he said pointing at you.

When he left the room was quiet, tooooo quiet. You spun around in the chair Miguel’s words ringing in your ears “Dont fuck this up.” I wouldn’t fuck this up you thought, but your boredom was starting to get the best of you. You got up from the chair roaming around Miguel’s lab, lots of paper work you thought. Your eyes finally made your way to the door, he wouldn’t be mad if I just peaked into another room right?

And you did just that, most rooms had more lab nerds in them but a dark room peaked your interest. The door was left open, this is totally not sketchy you thought. Nobody was in this room, in the dark you could see the glistening of test tubes, you squatted down to one of them. Spiders. A shit ton of them too ,you rested your hands on the table not noticing the little critter that crawled onto your hand exploring your fingers until it found a place to BITE. The pain caught your attention you shook your hands sucking the air in through your teeth.

Seconds after Miguel burst into the room “What are you doing? I told you to stay!” he scolded dragging you out of the room, he pinched the bridge of his nose lifting his glasses in the process. You were still holding your bitten hand feeling guilty now, “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” he sighed. You knew he was pissed when he spoke in Spanish.

“Look I’m sorry, can we just go?” you said almost teary eyed, the meeting with Miguel’s boss was boring for the most part other then the fact that you couldn’t stop sweating. You felt tired all of a sudden blaming it on the fact that you had woken up so early, when you got home you basically jumped face first onto your bed. You had gotten the job, you were happy but something just didn’t feel right. Miguel was kinda pissed at you for running off too, and you didn’t blame him, you slept the rest of the day away.

The next morning the light peaking through your curtains felt more intense, you groaned and covered your face with your blanket. It had felt like you had ridden 100 roller coasters, when you uncovered your face again it felt worse. Your ears rang and you were so sweaty, your door opened, that sound even was louder than usual. It was Miguel, “alright sleepyhead time for work,” he said tugging at your blanket. “Miguel, it feels like im gunna puke,” you whined, he said your name “Please no excuses, it’s your first day get up.” he said less playfully, but after seeing the beads of sweat on your forehead he moved closer.

He placed a hand on your head, “Jesus, your burning up.” his voice now a whisper, when he removed his hand he sighed and rubbed his face, “You’re lucky my boss liked you, I can cover for you but just this once okay?” his voice sounded empathetic but stern, you nodded your head.

About an hour after Miguel left you finally got the strength to roll out of bed, mostly because you were so oddly hungry. You made your way to the kitchen closing every single curtain until it was dark enough for you, grabbing the milk you sat it on the table now reaching for your favorite cereal you pour a good amount before attempting to put the box down realizing it was completely stuck to your hand.

You struggle a bit, shaking your hands frantically causing cereal to fly everywhere, you slip on a few pieces of cereal and now you’re on the floor and magically the box is now unstuck from your hands landing right on your face. You lay there for a few seconds trying to process whatever the fuck just happened, you lift your hands to your face closely observing them. “What the actual fuck.” you whisper to yourself.

The rest of the day was even weirder, more stuff sticking to your hands, you even caught a fucking fly in mid air, What was going on with you? Later on in the day you decided to get some fresh air, you needed to think, maybe you were going crazy? After your walk you made your way back home, catching Miguel entering your apartment at the same time as you were, he notices you, “Don’t tell me that whole sick thing this morning was just to get out of work.” he grumbled staring directly at you, you stood there not really knowing what to say.

Should you tell him? every thought raced through your head, yet all that came out was “No, im just feeling better maybe it was just a bug.” you say walking past him into your apartment, your tone worried him, Miguel headed in after you. He sighed putting down his bag so he could tend to you, “Okay, what’s going on with you? he said softly, you shrugged with your hands still in your pockets while looking down at the floor. “You know I care about you right, you can talk to me. I know I can be so….strong at times, but I care I really do.” it almost sounded like he was scolding you, his words were strong and you knew he meant what he said, they must’ve really pulled at your heartstrings because the next thing you know you were in tears.

Miguel was by your side as you sobbed, holding you close to his chest. “I just…don’t know whats wrong with me.” you said in between sobs, “There’s nothing wrong with you, tonto,” he slowly rocked you back and fourth until you calmed down. “Thank you,” you said wiping your eyes with your sleeve, you wouldn't know what you'd do if he weren't here. you both were on the couch now as he held you, “I’m always gonna be here for you, just like you’re always there for me, alright?” he said with a warm smile.

And he was, all the way until the end.

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yanderestarangel · 22 days

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So I saw a MSFW picture of Miguel and I had an idea.

Stepfather Miguel x FTM reader. The plot is that stepfather Miguel has been possessive and obsessed with his ftm stepson and the stepson actually enjoyed the older man’s attention.

The main smexy part is that Miguel asks his stepson to give him a pink desert. The reader thought Miguel meant a cake until Miguel pushes him on the kitchen counter and starts eating out his pussy (the pink desert was the readers cunt.)

- 🍒 anon. (You don’t have to do this request if it makes you uncomfortable! Love your works.)

TW: SMUT, EAT OUT, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT, HANDJOB, STEPFATHER X STEPSON.

I think it's cute when anons use emojis to identify themselves (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

art credit @/marmar0u on twitter (X)

Miguel was a man of forty-three years old, with a poorly groomed beard and some white hair in his locks ─ despite his tall stature he already had a "dad body" physique with a protruding tummy and some rough muscles in his arms and thighs... And now he had entered your family. You didn't like the idea of having a stepfather at first, but what was supposed to be a bad relationship became like a balm for your stressful days.

It was common for the older man to spoil you with expensive gifts like perfumes, clothes and everything you asked for or wanted; your desires were his desires too. Honestly, it seemed like he was more attached to you than his own wife. Miguel protected you from everyone who tried to go against you and you could always count on his soft lap and good hugs at the end of the day. Your stepfather loved having you in his arms, close to him... In his control.

It was obvious to outsiders that Miguel was a man obsessed with you, possessive and jealous. No man or woman could come close to his beloved stepson ─ he used manipulation, threats and even money to keep you all to himself, especially being the only father figure you had in your life. Bringing you close to him with praise for every little thing you did wasn't difficult, especially when you cooked for him.

In the distorted head of your dear stepfather, every dish made for him was a preparation for you to be his little husband one day, perhaps when he would have enough courage to ask for a divorce from your mother; but until then he liked to have control of his body and mind.

── That was supposed to be an ordinary night, the warm afternoon gloom still hung in the air as you walked around the house to prepare dinner since your mother had gone out to visit some of your relatives. You obviously preferred to stay in the company of your stepfather Miguel, who was drinking some beer in the living room armchair and watching every move you made around the kitchen.

He had controlled himself a lot in the last few days and gave you more personal space than he should have, making you even meet new people. Jealousy consumed every fiber of the tanned man's being, leading him to have a simple idea to put you in your place.

"You know boy, I wanted you to make a pink dessert would you give me?" His voice came out hoarse as you watched the older man stand up to his full height, as you saw him smirk mischievously, his adam's apple bobbed visibly, desire pooling in his voice.

You initially agreed innocently, already getting ready to get the ingredients and make a strawberry cake, but soon you felt thick calloused hands on your wrists as he bent you under the cold marble counter and pulled down your shorts along with your underwear ── exposing the pink flesh of your pussy, while you felt his breath mixed with expensive drink. Miguel savored the sight of your exposed little cunt, his hunger growing with each passing second. He lowered his head further, capturing your clitoris between his lips and flicking it gently with his tongue.

"Oh, you taste delicious mi hijo," he moaned against your flesh, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive bud. His hands gripped your thighs harder, spreading you wide open for his pleasure. He paused momentarily, admiring the pink folds of your sex before delving back in, eager to explore every inch of you. His tongue darted inside, teasing and probing, causing your hips to buck deliciously.

"I could eat you out all night, boy... Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, baby boy?" His fingers dug gently into your thighs, seeking permission with his gaze. As you nodded regardless of whether it is right or wrong he dove back in, licking and sucking your clit with renewed vigor, savoring the taste of you. His tongue danced around, teasing your folds and driving you further into pleasure.

He growled low in his throat, responding to the dominance behind your request. His fingers bit into your flesh harder, claiming ownership as he devoured your pussy. Each thrust of his tongue was a claim, each suckle a promise. An intense heat surged between us, fueling the connection and burning brighter with every pass.

He thrust blindly, driven by a newfound ferocity. The sweetest sound escaped your mouth-your pleas for 'papi'-and he used it to feed his hunger. His free hand reached for his erection, stroking it through his boxers ─ "So you enjoy being ravaged by your papi, mi pequeño?" Miguel purred, his grip on his cock tightening as he watched your reaction.

Each stroke matched the rhythm of his tongue, mirroring the passion between you both.

Every time he swirled it around your clit, his shaft leapt in his hand, pulsating in sync. His tongue lashed at your most sensitive spots, eliciting fresh moans from deep within you.

The combination of stimulation left you gasping under his careful touch; Miguel was determined to send you high... A desperate need to please, to dominate, consumed him entirely. His beard scraped against your skin with each frantic movement, adding another layer to the sensations engulfing you.

His tongue lashed at your clit, twirling it one last time to push you over the edge. His hand pumped furiously, matching the intensity of your release. Watching you climax drove him wild, a surge of pure hunger coursing through him. He pulled away reluctantly, leaving your pussy wet and quivering from the attention. With a final, satisfied stroke, he came undone, splattering onto his stomach. A growl resonated in the air as he relished the view of your satisfaction.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his gaze locked on your flushed face. Victory and possession painted across his features, a silent declaration of his newfound control. Your stepfather leaned down to kiss your dripping slit, a quiet congratulations for reaching a peak only he could provide.

"Next time, it'll be my turn mi hijo... Thanks for the dessert."

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bellinghamenthusiast · 3 months

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NERDS FIRST - NERD! MIGUEL O’HARA X JOCK! FTM! READER

📚: in which you have a little fun with the schools nerd.

miguel didn’t expect his day to end like this. he came into the library in study for his big test, but you had other plans. you had come from one of your games, you saw him and grinned.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered in his ear; ��migs! whatcha doing?”

miguel jumped from the contact on his neck and mumbled; “j-just studying for an exam..”

you sat in his lap and he whimpered. his cock had already hardened from the simple touch on his neck. you palmed at it for a bit before sighing dramatically.

“such a big dick.. too bad you don’t know how to use it..” you cooed as miguel placed his shaking hands on your hips.

“go on, baby, strip me slowly.” you whispered into his ear. miguel immediately obliged, his trembling fingers slowly tugging on your shorts, revealing your soaked boxers.

miguel unknowingly licked his lips and slid off your boxers, revealing your soaked pussy. he quickly switched your positions, pushing you onto the table and laying you on your back.

“can i..?” he whispered breathlessly as he lifted your legs onto your shoulder. you gave an affirming nod and he instantly shoved his face in your pussy, no warning. you let out a loud moan as miguel licked your folds desperately.

of course, since he didn’t get any girls or guys, he was pretty bad at this. but it’s the thought that counts, right?

miguel ate you out like a starving man, he was nose deep in you, licking and moaning like a whore. his fingers slowly rubbed your clit, causing you to whimper loudly. you rocked your hips against his face, his pace was painfully slow. miguel got the memo and had an idea. he took two thick fingers and rammed it into you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. he fingered and ate you out at the same time, causing your legs to shake and your orgasm to creep closer.

miguel took the curtesy to aggressively thrust his fingers in and out of you while his mouth worked on your clit, sucking and biting on it softly as he felt his cock leak.

you whined when all sensations suddenly stopped. you tried to look up but got cut off by miguel slamming into you with no warning. you moaned as miguel whimpered at the sudden tightness of your hole. you pulled miguel into a sloppy kiss, moaning into each others mouths as miguel rutted into you desperately.

“good boy, s-such a good boy..” you said between kisses as miguel kept thrusting aggressively.

©bellinghamenthusiast 2024. do not steal or plagiarize my work!

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abyssalrot · 10 months

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Just imagine the amount of warmth Miguel O'hara radiates while resting on your chest. He likes tracing and kissing the scars underneath your pecs.

Whispering sweet nothings and basking in each others warmth beneath the sheets.

Miguel would sleep on top of you, size difference doesn't matter to him. He just needs to listen to the beat of your heart. He's tired, but all he needs is you.

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oharapussy · 9 months

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imagine miguel and peter breeding a bratty reader…🙊🙊

exactly what it says on the tin ☝🏼 this one comes with cockwarming and a liiiiittle bit of free use

minors STAY AWAY!!!!

to say the least, cockwarming miguel and peter wasn’t your fucking new year’s resolution. and yet here you were, stuffed under their work desk in the lab, your throat uncomfortably full with miguel, and peter’s cock gently twitching in your guts… to top it all off, they were fucking edging you.

“half an hour, and then we can play, bumblebee…” peter mumbled, smacking your ass as your hips inched back and forth. the motherfucker knew how much you hated his corny little nicknames, too..

you could not take any more of this. throwing your head up and down, your attention turned to miguel now, tongue running over the slit of his cock.

immediately, he bucked forward, gasping out. “it’s- mmh, shit- paloma, it’s sensitive down there..” you didn’t let up, making him gasp and moan even harder, forgetting himself. all of a sudden, peter reached under the desk, pulling you into his lap.

“half. an hour. more. or do we need to stop early because you’re feeling so needy, baby…?” you liked pissing peter off. smirking a little, all you did was whine as grind your wetness into his clothed thigh. looking at the damp spot you left on his sweatpants, miguel huffed a little… shit, that was hot.

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you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. maybe it was time to concede that you fucked up here, that you should have just been patient. bent in half, you felt your mind going fuzzy, close to bursting as miguel’s cock bloomed inside you, tight against your walls. you had already come twice, once from peter’s tongue, and another time against their fingers. you were an overstimulated mess.

“mmh- doesn’t fucking- fit…!” you whimpered, squirming as peter held you upright. the slow feeling dragging in and out of your pussy, he rubbed your clit, trying to help you accommodate miguel’s size.

“come on, honey,” he purred, the circling making your hips jump. “don’t tell us that we have to make it fit.” he kissed your neck, giving you a momentary relief, before pushing your hips down, against where you and miguel met. throwing your head back, you were reduced to a mess.

“godfuckingdamn- more, please-” you begged. miguel bit his lip as the newly-applied force made him bottom out inside you.

“god, m’ in your fucking guts, linda,” he said, pumping you full. “gonna make you nice and full with my kids, then maybe you’ll know how to behave.” he quickened his pace, his orgasm soon approaching. you clenched around him, aroused at the thought.

“you want that, honey?” peter asked, yanking your head back by your hair. “gonna fuck a baby into our bratty girl?”

“yes- yes, fill me up,” you begged, completely cockdrunk, your jaw slack. “gonna have triplets by the time this is over,” you mumbled. peter laughed at you, delighting in how pathetic and needy you had become.

“you heard her, miggy.”

almost by command, he let out a wail, a hot feeling taking over your body as he released inside you. peter’s grip on you loosened as you turned to putty against the two, completely elated.

you certainly weren’t going to bother them anymore. returning to work, as if nothing happened, they tapped away at their computers while you slumped down on the desk to rest.

#spiderdads x reader #peter b parker x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv smut #transmasc miguel fics are coming i just need to clear the drafts😭😭😭#miguel o’hara smut #peter b parker smut

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struckd0wn · 6 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚

It was always embarrassing every time someone would point out a bite mark or dark hickey that was left on you. Miguel insisted on it though, taking a night out of every week to mark you.

You whimper under the touch of your spiderman, his clawed finger leaving bright red scratches all over. He'd kiss after them, soothing the sting with his mouth, but soon his mouth would be used for something else.

He'd start at you neck, sucking deep red hickeys into your soft flesh. After every bruise he left he'd bite around it, fangs sinking in to take a drink. The feeling of him sucking your blood was almost euphoric, it made you light headed and the sting of his fangs faded into pleasure as he took all the blood he could.

From your neck to your chest, mouth clamping around your nipples. His tongue would flick around your bud before chomping down again. He was extra careful around your surgery scars, but you liked that his teeth marks almost covered them.

O'Hara would hold you are your waist, talons digging into your skin as he licked a long strip from you bellybutton, back up to your chest. Miguel groans at the sounds you make, eyes red with lust as he moves on.

This was his way of worshiping you, worshiping the soft flesh of your body. He'd kiss every curve and imperfections, leaving marks as he did so. It turned him on each time he'd bring you to work, watching as the other spider people would eye you, as it was impossible to cover them all. Miguel wanted them all to see, he wanted them to imagine how he cares for you, how he fucks and worships you. He'd wish you wouldn't get so embarrassed about it, but he was understanding. He felt blessed enough for you to even let him do it at all.

"I love you." Miguel tells you, taking your hand in his, kissing each knuckle. His gaze watches your flushed face as he moves up your arm, leaving his trail of makes as he did. "You're so unbelievable gorgeous, I can't believe you're real, that you would want to be with a monster like me. I don't deserve you." The words just pour out of him, he can't help himself.

Migue moves down your naked body, hands kneeding at your thighs. Arguably his favorite spot, even when he wasn't marking you fully he always gravitated twords your thighs. He rests your legs over his shoulder, kissing up and down you inner thighs, getting teasingly close to your dripping pussy. He bits down right next to your sex and the feeling travels straight to your throbbing clit, becoming light headed once again as he takes all he can from you. He moves down your leg, mirror the action on the other side. Your blood drips from his wet lips. He stands up, taking in your whole form. You covered with the evidence of him, not one spot is left without his hickeys or bites. Your thighs glisten with your blood and your slick, your clit and hole twitching with need.

#smut #ftm reader #miguel o'hara x reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #drabbles #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #sub male reader #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x reader

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politemenacephd · 3 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Transmasc!Reader

❤️ Plot: Miggy builds you, his partner, a strap-on which creates realistic sensation in the user so that you can top him for the first time.

❤️ Content: Inexperienced/shy Miguel, Messy oral (giving and recieving), Prostate massage, Anal sex, Mutual orgasm.

Word count: 2470

‘So, what does this do again, babe?’

You admired the slick, prosthetic strap-on sitting in the palm of your hand as Miguel grunted beneath you.

The gorgeous man was spread over your shared bed in his full nude glory, arms folded beneath his head as he waited for you to start. You couldn’t stop stealing glances at him. His heaving sloped shoulders that rolled when he moved, his dainty little waist and perfectly sculpted ass, he was a sight to behold. You traced a single finger up his spine to his enormous back and watched him shudder.

‘Mm—it, should transmit phantom nerve signals to your brain that mimics the pleasure receptors and overall sensation of penetration’ he said, reciting his research with the ease one could only gain from obsession. You knew he must have been planning this for a long time.

‘Uhuh, now in layman’s terms please, sir’ you teased, gently slapping the phallic object on his right thigh.

He flashed a fang in your direction, probably hoping it would tease your brattiness, but it only excited you more. You bit your lip as you smiled and watched his eyes soften.

‘It’ll feel like a real cock’ Miguel grunted. ‘That basic enough for you?’

‘Big words, big boy, but you’re the one on your front’ you teased again. Despite his exasperated expression you could feel him shuffling closer to your touch as you rubbed his back.

‘I’ll put you on your front if you keep talking back’ he said, his voice turning gruff. ‘Show you how to use it before you break something inside me.’

‘I think you’re just worried I’ll be better than you.’

‘I built it, I can talk it away.’

‘Aw, I keep forgetting you built it just for me’ you cooed. Miguel rolled his eyes slightly as you nestled in against his back. You started with just your cheek pressed against his spine, then gradually sank down until your chest, belly and legs were spread over him too.

He grunted but his annoyance was obviously feigned; you could feel him shuffling to get a better feel of your body against his, languishing quietly under the sensation of skin on skin. He was so warm, so quietly affection.

‘You’re so nice to me Miggy’ you murmured in his ear, your voice dropping to a whisper, ‘I guess I should be nice to you too.’

You withdrew from his back and gently patted his ass, signalling that you planned to start. You felt his muscles tense as he braced.

Miguel had felt safe enough with you to confess that he’d never bottomed for anyone before, something you’d found surprising until you remembered how inexperienced he was in general. Being work-first had left him sorely underappreciated physically, and you were trying to make up for that now.

You were his first, and he was your first. You didn’t want to fuck this up.

You tried to start by gently massaging his lower back, moving down inch by inch until you were stroking his glutes. He felt so good, so rough and warm under your hands, but despite his soft moans you could feel that he was nervous. His muscles betrayed how tense he was, how vulnerable be probably felt.

You were obviously excited to feel him, to move inside him, but you were going to do this right.

‘Okay, babe, on your front first’ you said, gently tapping him on the side.

He rolled obediently, though you could see in his face that he was confused by your order. You could also see, quite brazenly, his fully erect cock now perfectly curved and straining for attention, gently twitching in the cold air as he settled on his back.

You didn’t even try not to stare. He was full, thick, covered in dark hair, already coyly sporting that pearly pre-cum delicately dripping down the shaft. He noticed you staring and clapped your arm to draw you back.

‘Why my back?’ he asked. You rolled your eyes.

‘Because I’m not here to just jump in. This is special, and I want to show you that. So, you can give me that—’

You bent down and unceremoniously swallowed half his shaft in one go, earning you your favourite sound: something halfway between a gasp and a groan, slipping from Miguel’s lips as he involuntarily arched his back.

His hand flew to your head as it bobbed back and forth, his claws digging into your scalp. He started to pump between your lips. ‘Mm—that’s it, that’s it—fuck, your mouth is so—precious—’

You could feel him practically melting as all his muscles simultaneously relaxed.

‘Such a good boy, that’s it—mm, use your tongue like that, please—’

As asked you gently swirled your tongue, carefully lapping at the base of his member. You felt his leg involuntarily shake and stamp, his claws flying out to scrape the sheets.

‘Ay coño—así, mi rey, así, mm- eres mi chico perfecto’ he rasped.

You filled the bedroom with the lewd, wet sound of your lips drawing bath and forth, filling your mouth until your jaw ached. You pushed urgently until his member hit the back of your throat barely halfway down. You wanted all of it. You wanted to feel him twitch, his shaft throbbing on your tongue, his sweet little spurts of pre-cum coating your lips.

You only pulled back when he physically tugged at your hair, his signal to indicate he was about to cum. You drew back and he gently wiped your mouth with his thumb.

‘Okay, hopefully you should be relaxed now, mm—fuck you taste so good. Okay, now…’ You paused mid-sentence to carefully clip the strap-on into place. He’d built it to fit in a jockstrap with a small censor patch over your groin, but slotting it into place on the front immediately proved quite difficult. It was a fiddly thing to clip.

‘Ah—fuck, it’s—delicate—’

When you got stuck Miguel leaned up and wordlessly helped you get it into place, and with both hands on the shaft you got it working.

Almost instantly you were shaken by a burst of sensation, the feeling of a whole new body-part now being grasped by warm, calloused hands. Your whole body trembled. ‘OH—F-FUCK, what—what is that? A-ah—’

You saw Miguel’s eyes widen as you shook. He tilted his head as his scientist brain instinctively began evaluating the effect of his creation, something that you would have found cute if you could focus at all.

‘A-Ah…. Fuck…’ You gasped, hard, as your body adjusted. You felt something throb; was that, you? You looked down and saw no change, but you could feel the shaft gently straining as phantom blood rushed through it.

It was dreamlike. Now curious, Miguel started to stroke you with his finger. It was just one finger, lazily dragged back and forth, but that alone made your knees weak. He quickly moved to using his whole fist.

‘Mi rey’ he purred, and his lips parted. You watched with the most unflattering expression as he slid his own full lips over your new shaft.

Your hands flew to his head for stability, your fingers desperately tangling themselves in his thick, dark locks. He groaned at the pulling but he refused to stop his hungry mouth from slathering you in attention.

You could feel it. You could feel him, his soft lips you’d so often felt on your own now swallowing you whole. You felt his tongue winding around the base of your shaft, flat and warm and dexterous, which mixed with the tightness of his throat for the most toe-curling sensation. Your hips started moving on their own.

You just wanted more. You wanted that tightness, you wanted to squish into his tight mouth and fill it. The euphoria was so strong it made you teary.

‘Mig, ah—’

You clung to his hair and pulled it, earning you a soft moan from him. You felt it vibrating from his throat to your shaft. You felt his spit pooling and sliding down onto your thighs as he got feisty with his mouth, his neck arching to get it deeper. So warm, so soft, so alive, with every muscle in his mouth moving to tighten and squeeze you.

‘Fuck—wish I could, cum in your mouth.’

You panted as Miguel withdrew, letting you feel every toe-curling inch of his lips. ‘I’ll try to… build that, into the next prototype, mi rey’ he promised. ‘You would, taste—amazing.’

‘Okay, okay, fuck, this is meant to be about both of us’ you said with a slightly breathy laugh. ‘Come on babe, are you ready now?’

‘Of course I am’ Miguel grunted. He was so rough with his mannerisms, and yet he looked so coy as he gingerly and hungrily lapped at your shaft one final time. ‘And don’t be gentle with me, okay?’

‘Uhuh, I promise’ you chided.

Miguel obediently settled on his front with a pillow under his belly and hips, helping to keep them lifted. You settled on mounting him from behind.

‘Okay, stay still for me babe. And, um—let me know, if you want me to stop.’

Miguel grunted his response. He was still a little nervous, but he was ready now.

You made sure to prep him as well as you could. You covered your strap-on with as much lube as you could, secretly enjoying the sensation of how cold it was, and teased him both by gently grinding just the tip of it against his ass before inserting one to two fingers at a time to see how he responded.

He was tight at first, clearly struggling to adjust to the new sensation, but he started to loosen as you helped find his prostate and began to gently massage it. He made noises you’d never heard him make before in his life. His claws scraped at the sheets, tearing them to shreds, and every moan was like a growl.

When he realized how good it felt he began to beg, pleading for you to just fuck him already, and you couldn’t say no to those desperate red eyes peering round at you from the bed. You mounted him once more.

‘Okay, stay still big boy, you got this.’

With your hands braced you lowered your hips, and after one or two gently bucks, you slipped inside him.

‘MMF—’

Miguel grunted hard, his hands tightening to fists as he adjusted to the size. He squirmed beneath you, bucking slightly as he was filled, but you barely noticed. You were ecstatic, sliding yourself down into that tight, warm space until you bottomed out.

You paused, then, when you were fully fitted inside him, letting him gently adjust while you panted. ‘Ah… you—you okay, babe? You okay?’

His response was unexpected. Miguel was whining.

As you rocked to a halt he started gently pumping his hips up at you, grinding that sweet cock into his spot all while mewling into the sheets.

You were enraptured by the sensation. You could feel it. You could feel him arching and pushing you deeper, the way his tight, warm muscles tensed around you with each pump. Fuck, he was so firm, but so soft at the same time. Your brain was melting. You wanted nothing more than to spread him wide and fucking plough him into a pathetic mess.

‘Fuck- fuck, oh my god- good boy’ you blurted. You felt him whine even harder at the soft praise.

‘Good boy’ you repeated. ‘Good boy, good boy. That’s it.’

You adjusted your mounting stance, with one hand on his back and one hand on his ass, your thumb pressing tight into his glute muscle as you started to move again.

It was hard to control yourself like this. The absolute pleasure of slipping inside him was turning your brain into pure, primal mush. You wanted deeper, harder. Your new shaft craved it.

It felt so fucking good, pinning down this terrifying man and seeing him beg for more. He was so cute with his calloused hands gripping at the sheets and his muscular back coyly arching for more. His soft moans, his pants, his gasps, the way he grit his teeth when you pushed too deep to avoid showing how it ached.

You tried to slow down to give him time to breathe, but he refused. He’d coax you back, the coy slut, by gently pumping his hips until you slipped a little deeper. You caught his eye as you returned to fucking him raw, and you saw that they were gleaming wet.

You started to rock together, gently curving and snapping your hips in a sweet rhythmic dance that pushed you together. You could hear the faint slap of your skin on his ass as you spanked him with each tender penetration, and god it made you weak.

You started to thrust harder. You felt yourself filling him, stretching him, breaking him in. Your panting began to sync up. He was pushing you up against his spot, right where your warm shaft was stimulating every nerve inside him, until he could take it no longer.

With a guttural groan Miguel orgasmed first, his whole body shaking as he ejaculated onto the sheets and across his own belly. You kept hitting him as he did, deliberately drawing back to savour his reaction.

It was something about that, about the joy of suddenly seeing your own cock carefully penetrating him from behind, your pelvis making his ass move each time you hit it, that tipped you over the edge as well. Right in the middle of his orgasm you shuddered into your own.

‘F-FUCKK—’

You pumped in deep and hard as the artificial sensation rippled through your body. You felt yourself throb, you felt your non-existent balls tighten and release as you unloaded spurt after spurt into his quivering body. You felt it pulsing hard before growing weaker, and weaker, until at last you were spent.

‘Mm… mm…’

He was whimpering as you slowed, and you were no better. You collapsed against his back and nestled into his sweaty skin.

‘I love you so much’ you whined.

‘I—love you too’ Miguel panted. ‘I love you too. Ah…’

You took a moment to catch your breath, slowly recovering your strength, before bending down to whisper once more.

'So... you wanna go again, right?'

Miguel's breathy chuckle was unbearably hot.

'Fuck... of course I do.'

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spider man 2099 #smut #miguel o'hara smut #transmasc reader #bottom miguel o'hara

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alligatorstomachacid · 11 months

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V-A-M-P. VAMP!

A/N: okay so this is based off the vamp audio Miguel has been edited with yknow? Anyway this contains Transmale!reader and Vampire!Miguel. Slight praise, face sitting, consumption of period blood (ik il it's icky but hear me out!!), and biting. Top!reader, bottom!Miguel, Dom!Miguel, sub!reader. Use of he/him pronouns no use of Y/N. Female alined readers or people who use she/her DNI YOULL BE BLOCKED. She/they is on VERY thin ice. !!!Minors DNI!! Not proof read. Enjoy!

"Miguel, Hun I can't I'm on my period.". You say with my hands cupping Miguel's face, gently rubbing my thumb across his sharp jaw.

"You think I care?" Miguel asks tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.

"But it's..."

"It's what?" Miguel questions.

"It's gross..."

Miguel leans in "Do you know what I am. V-A-M-P. Vamp." He says.

"Alright, go ahead." You nod to him. Miguel grins and lays down on the bed. You slip your boxers off and climb to his chest. He grabs your hips and guides you to hover over his face. He gives you a grin that shows his big sharp canines that can easily rip through skin. He gently bites down on your thigh. Beads of blood start to leak from the small wound. Miguel drags his tongue over the bite to soothe the burning sensation. He then has you sit down on his face. He eagerly licks up the blood in between your folds. He lets out animalistic groans and tightly grips onto your thighs. His grip is so tight it'll definitely leave bruises where his fingers grip onto you.

"aah.". You moan. You can feel his tongue run over the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden between your pussys lips.

"so good~ such a good boy." Miguel groans out, but it's hard to make out because it's muffled. You grind down onto his mouth.

"I'm getting close" You choke out. You grip his hair tightly and slightly pull. A groan rips through Miguel when you pull at his hair. With one final lick you come undone on his face. You let out a huff, your sight is blurry, your skin is tingling and drenched in sweat. You sit back on Miguel's chest. When your sight unblurs you look at him in the eyes. His face is covered in your blood and cum. He licks his lips and grind.

"I think I'm up for seconds, won't you let me indulge~?"

A/N: okay so I'm seeing the newest spiderman on Saturday so I'll probably start to take requests for him then but feel free to send asks for him now, but none will be written until after Saturday afternoon. I'm still taking COD requests as well

#gay #male reader #transmasc #trans!reader #top!reader #top reader #sub!reader #Dom! Miguel.#Bottom!Miguel #Miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman

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max-re · 1 month

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This is something I've been working on for awhile, it's not finished but it thought I'd let yall see it👀

It's a Miguelxftm!reader hehehe. I hope yall like it🫶 NSFW under the cut!!

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[Name] sighs softly as he walks around HQ, greeting other Spiderpeople. Soon, he ends up in Miguel’s laboratory, he had been called there shortly after he arrived, traveling from his world. The large man is leaning against his desk, palms braced on the surface, shoulders tense.

Miguel is silent for a moment, the tension growing thicker before he finally speaks; “Come here.” His voice is void of any tone or emotion, his stare fixated on the table beneath him, his stress weighing upon him like the weight of the world—the burden of a leader. [Name] and Miguel had an interesting relationship, both beneficial from one another, using the other as a stress relief.

He watches him step closer, his eyes roving over him, urging him closer. His eyes are dark, reaching one of his large hands out to lightly caress his masked face once [Name] is within arms reach. The gesture was surprisingly soft despite his impending stress, his thumb sliding over his cheekbone as he hummed softly, tilting his head up to meet his eyes.

“Please..” He murmurs, eyes heavy with desperation. His breathing was ragged as he slowly moved the mask just above [Name]’s nose, pulling him in for a kiss. It soon heats up and becomes a hungry, feral kiss.

He groans into the kiss, slowly backing them up against his desk, hands roaming, gripping at their sides, and flesh he can get his hands on.

“Miguel.” He murmur against his lips, creating a desperate desire running through the pair. Miguel picks them up, sets him on the desk, and crashes his lips onto theirs, bullying his way into his mouth.

He trails hot, desperate kisses down his neck, hand holding his face to get more access, hand sliding down his body. [Name]’s breathing quickened, causing him to smirk against his skin, lightly skimming the sensitive flesh with his teeth. A shiver wracks through them as his suit is stripped of him, one of his free hands tugs at the hairs at the back of his head, encouraging him further.

He hums in approval, pressing open-mouthed kisses down his body, fingers gripping into the supple flesh of his thighs, breathing in his scent. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice husky, eyes roaming over his flushed face. “All desperate for just a touch..” He grins, gently kissing his thighs, playing with the hem of his underwear, fingers lightly brushing the flesh, teasing.

He groans softly as [Name] captures his lips into a kiss once more, pulling him closer, breaths ragged with desire. His grip almost bruises before his suit dematerializes, leaving him only in a pair of black boxers.

“Dios ayudame, [Name].” He grumbles against the kiss, kissing more fervently, gently pulling down their underwear and tossing it to the side, letting it land on the lab chair nearby. Miguel pulls his hips closer before discarding his boxers as well, tossing them aside.

As he watches him, his hands knead their thighs, a smirk slowly appearing on his face. His hand travels upwards and just stops short of where he’s needed the most. Sadistic bastard. “Please.” [Name] says, holding Miguel’s wrist, trying to move it where he wants it. “Please, Miguel.”

Miguel finally caves, and his hands slide upwards, gently teasing the folds, soft breaths escaping [Name]’s lips. Miguel hums softly as he continues, gently rubbing against the small bundle of nerves.

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cherryredstars · 5 months

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PLEASE WRITE SOMETJINT WHERE THERES A TRANSMASC READER AND MIGUEL FINDS OUT BC THEYRE AT THE BEAFH FOR TJE FIRST TIME AS A DATE AND READER TAKES HIS SHIRT OFF AND MIGUEL IS LIKE PANICKING LIKE “Reader? Did someone hurt you??” AND READER IS CONFUSED LIKE “what do you mean” AND THEN READER LOOKS DOWN AND NOTICES WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT AND PANICS TOO LIKE “Miguel I- didnt want you to see them-“ AND MIGUEL IS LIKE “What do you mean?? What are they??” AND READER IS COVERING HIS TOPSCARS LOOKING AT MIGUEL KIND OF WITH AN ASHAMED LOOK ON HIS FACE AND HES JUST STANDING THERE, AND FINALLY MIGUEL FIGURES IT OUT AND HES LIKE “are those top surgery scars?” AND READER NODS AND ITS JUST CONFUSION ALL AROUND AND THEN MIGUEL IS FINALLY LIKE “I support you” AND THEN JS GO FROM TJERE PLEASE

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Transmasc!reader

Warnings: Mentions to Top Surgery Scars, Fluff

Summary: Miguel is basically mesmerized by you.

A/N: I can’t tell you how excited I was when I got this request!

Word Count: 725 (Not Edited)

You’re so comfortable in your body.

It’s to the point that you forget that your body wasn’t always yours. That you had to give it those few moderations to make it the one you’ve grown so comfortable and proud of. It feels like the body you’re meant to have. That you deserve to have. And you love your body and your journey and how far you’ve come so much. It makes it hard to remember that some people won’t. That some horrible, miserable people think it’s disgusting and sinful and something you’ll wake up regretting some day.

But you don’t think about that. You know in your heart of hearts that you love your body and this is who you’re supposed to be. This is who you want to be. So you don’t really think when you pull your shirt off. You’ve reached that point in your life where you aren’t anxious about it anymore.

Or, you thought you were. You’re throwing your shirt to the side when you hear Miguel’s muffled noise of panic. You turn quickly to him in alarm, asking him if something’s wrong. You fuss over him, questions spilling out of you as you scan his body for injuries. But his eyes are zeroed in on you. More specifically, on your chest.

You follow his line of sight, staring down your body. Your eyes catch sight of the slightly raised and discolored skin and you cringe. You don’t remember the last time you did that. You let go of Miguel, stepping back a few paces. It’s weird-- to feel self conscious after so long of thriving in your body. Your hand itches at your side, and you instinctively bring your arm across to hide the scars. You instantly drop your arm though. I don’t need to be ashamed, you think to yourself. It is not my problem if my body makes him uncomfortable.

“Are… do they hurt? Are you hurt?” Miguel asks, the panic is still in his voice, but it has died down. It’s more confused, unsure of himself.

Your brows furrow until it clicks. He’s not judging you, he’s concerned. He… cares. “Wha- no. They’re healed. They’re from, uh… surgery?”

Miguel’s brows furrow too, eyes squinting as he looks more closely at them. They do look more precise, purposeful. They’re not jagged like knife wounds. They’re clean and simple. He can tell from the scar pattern where stitches used to hold the skin together. Surgery… top surgery. His eyebrows raise in understanding, nodding subtly to himself. He looks back to your face, feeling guilty for the guarded look you have.

“They… they look like lightning. El rayo.” He whispers, “Rayo hermoso.”

His words make you flush, whispering out a small thank you. He nods, not really listening. His eyes shine as he stares at you. Like he’s amazed by your presence. That your very being is something special. But, maybe your eyes are tricking you.

“Do they…” you start but you rethink your words. “If they make you uncomfortable, we can leave and go our separate ways.”

Miguel is quick to shake his head, stiff expression covering his face. He looks you in the eyes, something genuine and pure on his face. “No, they’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

You’re bashful when you smile at him, shaking your head as it faces the ground, “Good. That’s… good.”

A silence comes over the two of you as you process the moment. It’s broken when a beach ball falls near the two of you. You reach down and grab it, serving it back to the group of teens who wave their arms to gain your attention. Miguel is at your side when you stand up, his arm hesitantly slinking around your waist. You smile up at him, taking his sunglasses from the top of his head and putting them over his eyes. He smiles back at you, his grip getting stronger.

“Come on, it’s hot. Let’s go into the water.” You tell him, grabbing onto his hand as you try to lead the way into the ocean.

Miguel pulls you back, making you hit his chest lightly in the process. You stare up at him, leaning into his touch when his hand cups your cheek. He leans down, kissing the corner of your mouth lightly.

“Eres el hombre más guapo que he visto, mi rayo.”

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connorswhisk · 11 months

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Ima need me some more sexual tension with Miguel O’Hara 🙏🙏

ready and waiting for you sir🫡🫡🫡

struck blind - Miguel O’Hara x Transmasc!Spider-Man!Reader

You did not expect to finish out your day fighting a giant mechanized rhinoceros, but since becoming Spider-Man, you haven’t known what to expect anymore.

This version of the Rhino isn’t what you’re used to, though. He’s steam-powered, covered in little bronze gears and cogs. Instead of speaking, his roars come out in a garbled mix of bells, whistles, and clangs, making for a fairly creepy cacophony every time the mech opens its mouth. You’ve never seen anything like it, and you’re pretty sure this guy isn’t from around your part of town.

And he just had to attack during the beer festival, didn’t he? While everyone’s having too much fun to know what to do with themselves and no one’s reaction time is up to par. You suppose you should be grateful for the festival taking place on the outskirts of the city, but still…

“Come on, run!” you yell frantically as you usher civilians out of the fray. When Rhino tears a newspaper stand out of the ground and chucks it in your direction, you have to bat it away from a pair of open-mouthed pre-teens. You try to ask the kids if they’re all right, but they turn tail and race in the opposite direction. When you glance behind you, it’s to see the machine barreling at you full-speed. Usually, you would have picked that up, but you were so preoccupied with saving people that you hadn’t sensed anything.

It’s too late to move. You screw your eyes shut and brace for impact -

Something warm collides into your side, and suddenly, you’re swinging through the air. Your savior is - well, there’s no other way to put it - your savior is Spider-Man. Not you, of course, but his suit doesn’t look all that different from yours, and the strand of web he’s got clutched in his hand as he pulls you both to safety is unmistakable.

Other Spider-Man sets you down. He’s taller than you, more muscular. You pretend like you weren’t just nestled into his broad chest and step away from him, eying him warily. “Who are you? What the hell is going on?”

“I’m Miguel,” he says. “You’re Y/N. We don’t have time for this.”

“Don’t have - ? How do you know my name?! Hello?!?”

The back of your neck prickles.

Other Spider-Man curses under his breath. “Shit - Jess!” He grabs you again, this time more by the waist, webbing the pair of you away. A ginormous bronze horn smashes through the concrete wall you’d been standing against not moments before.

“You know I can web myself, right?!” He’s pulled you behind a big oak tree now, his large hands pressing you firmly against the bark. He ignores you completely and says, “I’ll explain everything in more detail later. For right now, Jess will distract the Rhino.”

Sure enough, the giant beast is currently preoccupied with a woman on a motorcycle, whirling around and roaring with frustration as she zips all around him.

There’s way too much going on at one time for you to keep up with it all. When you look forward again, it’s to see Other Spider-Man reaching up to pull off his mask, and oh, shit.

Other Spider-Man - Miguel - is hot. Like, to a ridiculous degree. His hair falls nearly to his shoulders, swept back behind his ears to frame a handsome face, long nose, strong jaw, dark eyes. And he looks at you so intensely while he speaks that you feel a pink flush blazing through your cheeks, heating your entire body.

Timelines, multiverse, canon events, your head is reeling. But deep down, somewhere in your core, it makes sense. You’re not the only Spider in existence. You are not alone.

“Ok. I understand.”

Miguel nods. “We’ll take you back to HQ once we’re finished here.”

You pull your own mask off for a gulp of fresh air, breath hitching slightly as you inhale. You can’t help but look at Miguel again - your eyes meet his accidentally and Miguel stiffens, his gaze roaming over the plains of your face. “What?” you ask breathlessly, but you think you might know what.

“…Nothing,” Miguel says, and then he pulls his mask back on. “Sit tight, Jess and I will handle this.”

He webs away. You duck into a crouch, heart racing. You’re not sure what just happened - or what’s going to happen next - but you’re so caught up in everything you haven’t even put your mask on again. There’s a lot of questions you have, but currently, the thing at the forefront of your mind is the image of those dark eyes meeting yours, and what you saw inside them.

#hope you like!#miguel o’hara x reader #male reader #across the spiderverse #transmasc #my writing

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madschiavelique · 9 months

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so sorry if ur busy w requests and no rush at all but.. i am experiencing a drought of miguel and trans masc reader smut.., maybe something w doggy style and being so overstimulated that he has to hold you up in a chokehold 🫣 no pressure and your service is greatly appreciated

okidoki so I have never written about a trans character/reader before, and I really REALLY hope I did a proper thing here. (I tried my best and made a bit of research on how to write this because i would feel so bad if i ever offended anybody in the trans community, so please if there’s anything in this that you feel is offensive or misrepresenting, PLEASE tell me so that i can correct the mistake(s) in question)

summary : miguel fucking transmasc!reader to overstimulation

content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, transmasc!reader x miguel, pnv sex, no use of Y/N, mentions of oral sex (reader receiving) here are the words i will be using for certain parts of the reader’s body (i considered that perhaps reader had had top surgery but not bottom surgery and takes T - testosterone) : for the top : chest, pects | for his bottom : clit, front hole word count : 587

tag list : @fandom-ash

status of my requests according to the date of this post : CLOSED (asks are open though)

Miguel knew that it hadn't always been easy for you to appreciate your body, and he didn't care what it looked like, because no matter what it looked like, he'd worship it, especially during sex.

You felt like one of those cis teenagers between junior high and high school who was horny all the time, and Miguel was more than happy to satisfy all your little needs. He'd been pleasuring you with your desires for almost two hours now, while overstimulating you with his, and you were getting increasingly sensitive.

Your elbows were pressed against the sheets, your hips raised as Miguel was pounding into your front hole. Your back was arched and his dick was hitting you in the spot that made your whole body tingle with pleasure.

"Look at you," he grunted as he lowered his torso to your back and brought his lips to your ear, the approach eliciting a long, pleading moan as he pressed even deeper into you. "I have such a beautiful boyfriend."

It was as if your whole body was tingling uncontrollably with every thrust of Miguel's inside you, as if your skin was a kind of cloud in which little flashes of lightning were all fighting together to crack first.

He rubbed your clit softly, he had noticed how it had swollen since you started taking T. The sounds your changing voice made were pure heaven. He was so eager for it to get bigger and to be able to give you proper blow-jobs, to be able to wrap his whole tongue around it while your hand was tangled in his hair.

Oh and how he loved kissing your chest, his fingers softly tracing your pects as he licked and kissed your skin. The way he felt your heart beating under your skin when he kissed you there made his cock twitch.

The changes in your body made your voice deeper, and he loved the sounds you made. His name, pronounced by your lips, changed colour in his mind, and all he wanted to do was make you repeat it over and over again to hear you speak.

But you had noticed in particular how much more powerful your orgasms had become, the sensations seeming to increase tenfold. In fact, you could already feel the next one coming, the heat filling your body and covering it in a layer of warmth.

"Miguel," you breathed with difficulty, "I'm gonna..." but you couldn't finish your sentence, all the sensations hitting you altogether making it impossible for you to think straight.

"Yes, say my name baby," he said, kissing your shoulders and back, giving you this contrasting caress of all the feelings that were mixing inside you.

"Miguel," you murmured breathlessly.

His thrusts grew even faster and more intense.

"Miguel..." you moaned as the knot in your stomach tightened.

The friction Miguel was applying to your clit accelerated as Miguel put his hand on your neck.

"Scream my name, querido," Miguel growled close to your ear as he pressed lightly on the sides of your neck.

The knot tightened, and in an instant, everything that was happening and stirring inside your body went white.

"Miguel!"

The orgasm came, and you felt as if you were being electrified, your voice going off the rails as your whole body vibrated. Miguel kissed your cheek as he slowed his pace inside you, caressing your neck gently as you shuddered, the sensations so powerful that you were overcome with emotion.

"You did so good, mi sol."

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yanderestarangel · 1 month

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Okay, so I was thinking about yandere Peter B and Miguel O’Hara with FTM reader. Both men obsessed and possessive with them ever since they joined the society.

And they both share them. Kinks could be breeding, size difference, degradation, praising kink? Miguel could be a hard dom and Peter a soft dom. You could add more if ya like.

Your writing is absolutely amazing!

🕸️🕷️ 》 OUR LITTLE SPIDER || PETER B. PARKER AND MIGUEL O'HARA X FTM READER ||

A/N: I made it in headcanon format because I was too lazy to make a one shot, but I hope you like it.

THIS WAS A LITTLE TOO LONG SORRY--- ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.

TW: age gap, smut, yandere content, dark romance, daddykink, praise!kink, size!kink, possession, manipulation, ftm reader, betrayal, breed!kink, v!sex, anal!sex, overstimulation, kidnapping, blackmail, murder, aphrodisiac use, dub con, threesome, creampie.

Being in the spidersociety was a big responsibility role for you, but you accepted it anyway, after all you had the sense of hero that each spider variant had. You didn't expect so much attention or flattery for you but that's what you received from two specific people ─ Miguel O'Hara, your boss and Peter B. Parker, the most peaceful and sweet spider man you met in Spider society. You swore you saw hearts form in the two older men's orbs simultaneously.

You quickly saw things escalate to a strange level. Miguel was very protective of you, even putting you on "easier" missions like staying at the spider society headquarters and giving him boring reports.

"You're safe here. Being a spider-man isn't just about battling villains, it's about learning responsibility. You're still a little spider, carinõ." the Mexican would speak as he gave you more papers to fill out. While on the other hand, Peter agreed with everything the leader said, complementing even more.

"Miguel is right, baby boy. You still have a lot to learn." The older man gestured excitedly and you accepted, defeated and sighing.

O'Hara watched everything with a chill passing through him, he tried not to let his thoughts speak loudly but he knew that Peter was also interested in you, just like the Mexican was.

"You shouldn't be so close to him, Peter. Your wife will be jealous." O'Hara hissed the words like venom coming out of his fangs, while the other spider-man just smiled relaxedly and looked at the younger man.

"You want to compete for him? Is that it Miguelito? You liked him too, didn't you? We can share." Peter spoke as he saw you oblivious to the dark conversation you were both having.

The proposal for a share was denied in the first instance, but every day it seemed more tempting for the spider leader, for several reasons. The main one was that you were getting closer to other spider variants and Peter, being more social, was keeping up with your pace ── at the same time that you realized that some spider variants no longer wanted to talk to you, if that variant presented romantic interest in you, they disappeared and came back with deep bruises, diverting topics with you and leading you to turn to Peter.

Little did you know that the nice family man was the cause of that. He was sick for you, to the point of abandoning his purposes and character ── you and his daughter were the only things that mattered to him at that moment, he told himself that he still loved Mary Jane... But he also loved you.

Peter was getting rid of another spider variant using threats and pure blackmail to do so, but the poor victim that time had no chance after Miguel appeared and took out his fury on them. The tall man sloppily wiped the blood off his hands as he turned to Peter.

"Okay... I accept your proposal, let's share the ninõ." O'Hara spoke in a calm, cold and insane tone, while he saw Parker smile and nod his head ── after this previous peace agreement between them, it was his life's turn to become a sweet hell.

You had no one else inside or outside the spider society, Peter and Miguel were the only ones who spoke to you. (Peter's threat + Miguel's tyrannical power with the other spider variants in secret was the reason for his involuntary isolation.)

In addition to the fact that the Mexican used his entire database to find out about your family, friends and possible love interests outside the society he had control over ── some were bought with money, others were threatened and others... They were found in alleys and became news on TV channels.

Everything was falling apart in your life, even your college grades and your mental state and all you had left was the comfort of the two older men... Exactly as you both planned.

You ran into their arms while crying and venting ── an Oscar award was supposed to be presented to the duo, both of them pretended shock and indignation while you told them every detail. So when you were weakened enough, they acted, bringing you into their possession, protecting you from the cruel world that was made worse in their minds.

Compliments, gifts, words of positive affirmations and everything sweet and warm in the world they gave you. Miguel was more desperate for touch, placing you on his lap while he worked on the panels of the multiverse or giving you small, intimate but not vulgar kisses, something that asserted a silent and slow dominance ── away from curious eyes, after all he was still the leader of that society.

Peter on the other hand would give you more affection in public, you and him would even go for a walk together with mayday as a family, away from Mary Jane's eyes. He would also lie to you saying that he and his wife were separated and even show the old divorce paper to prove something to you... You were trapped in a spider web of lies and dirty manipulations.

And when you realized, you were in a relationship with both men ── they asked you if it was okay for you to deal with both of them at the same time, which you denied, too drunk with pleasure to think about anything more than both filling you to the brim (an effect that was also the fault of the aphrodisiac Miguel had put in your drink that day.)

Peter's hands took off your spider uniform while O'Hara's thick hands went towards your wetness, playing roughly with your clit "mi hermoso" the spider leader growled in your ear as one of his thick fingers entered inside you, making you moan ─ at the same time that Peter sucked your nipples and gently squeezed your breasts, his experienced hands were working magic on your body. Raw kisses were left by the older man on your abdomen, as Parker knelt and licked your clit, helping O'Hara prepare you even more for what was to come.

"You're already dripping for us, aren't you? Such a good little slut." The tanned man teased as he stuck a second finger in your cunt, stretching you in scissor movements, back and forth. Peter got out on his knees as he captured your lips lightly moaning huskily against your flesh: "Such a beautiful and good boy for us... You make your daddies proud like that little spider." He said as Miguel pressed his hard, pulsing erection against your ass, making you moan loudly against the other man's lips.

The two bodies fit perfectly inside you, practically crushing you with their heat as you tried not to cum on O'Hara's fingers, but the effort was in vain as you felt him easily reach your cervix. You felt one of Peter's fingers soon find your other hole, making you moan even more against his lips.

"That's it, my spider boy. Show us how much you want it." The voices mixed together as you felt like you were going to explode at any moment and it actually happened ── you came, squirting onto Miguel's forearm and dripping onto the floor as all your muscles contracted involuntarily.

"I knew it was going to be a fucking squirt." The spider leader said, laughing, as you left for the next step ── you just left yourself there, your body for the two of them to use as they wanted, you just wanted to feel good and they would guarantee that.

With careful coordination and chemistry between the three of you, you found yourself sitting on Peter's lap, your back pressed against his chest as he guided his cock to your tight hole. Meanwhile, Miguel positioned himself at your front, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly entered your dripping pussy. "Te ves tan hermoso."

Peter couldn't help but let out a groan of satisfaction as he finally buried his cock deep inside your tight ass, the feeling of being completely enveloped by your warmth and tightness was overwhelming for him, he had to fight against the urge to just thrust into you with abandon. Instead, he took deep breaths to steady himself, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Fuck, you feel incredible, baby boy. So tight and eager for me... You wanted that, didn't you? Being filled by two dicks, a greedy, needy boy..."

Miguel's primal instincts took over as he felt the tightness of your pussy around his cock, the blissful sensation causing a guttural moan to escape his lips. "I'm going to breed in that beautiful pussy of yours, boy... You're going to be our breed whore... We're going to always leave you full of cum, in that beautiful hole of yours." Miguel's hips moved in sync with Peter's, his thrusts gaining speed and force as he aimed to push you over the edge. "So beautiful and obedient, If you continue like this, being a good boy will be rewarded ok?.." the older man moaned as you felt Peter and Miguel's cocks stretch you to the edge, letting you drool on both of their cocks like an animal in heat. Just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure as you moaned their names. Parker and O'Hara continued their relentless thrusts, prolonging your orgasm and riding the waves of your ecstasy, but they hadn't stopped yet. Peter's thrusts grew more frantic as he felt your body convulse under him, the pleasure building within him as well. He knew that his release wasn't far behind.

"You're so damn tight, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna come--" His voice was filled with a mix of pleasure and urgency as he increased the pace of his thrusts. O'Hara felt his own release drawing near, your tight pussy milking his cock with each powerful thrust. His grip on your hips tightened as he neared his own climax. "Holy shit little boy, you're really going to get pregnant with us, aren't you?" As both men reached their climaxes, they filled you with their seed. Peter's hot cum filled your tight ass, while Miguel's release spilled into your pussy, marking you as theirs. Their bodies shuddered as they reached their peaks, their gazes locked on yours. Nothing needed to be phallus, not when both of your eyes reflected their red, sickly hearts, surrounded by possession and pleasure for you.

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vamxxpire · 10 months

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Reporting Back (18+)

Miguel O’Hara x Transmasc-Spider!Reader

(AO3 | Masterlist)

Summary: You go to Miguel’s office to report your duties and tasks for the day.

Warnings ⚠️: Dom/sub Undertones, Miguel gives head like he's starving (again), fingering, etc. You get the gist.

A/N: Trade made for a friend! <33

Wc: 3.3k-ish

You knock on the outside doors of Miguel’s office, hearing a muffled ‘Come in’ from inside the room. Gently pushing against the doors, you get yourself into the room, the vast area being empty besides the two of you. You step forward until you see Miguel, footsteps echoing against the walls. As you reach under the higher platform, you tilt your head to look up at him working on files that lit the area around him. You gaze at him silently while multiple different files paint his face and suit in different colors, pinching the fingertips of your suit between your fingers nervously and waiting for an opportunity to speak up. “Well? Don’t just watch me. What do you need?” He says out in annoyance while you stared at him. You clear your throat, a bit embarrassed. “I wanted to report that all the anomalies have been transported back to their rightful dimensions, and it seems that everything is under control for the rest of the night. I’ve doubled checked and looked through the dimensions from the bug cams set down, and there’s nothing out of the ordinary so far.” You responded back to him, checking the gadget on your wrist as you read back the report to him.

Miguel looks away from the screen and down at you, face painted blue and red from something on his screen. He gives a small nod at your direction, a half smile tugging at his lips. “Good boy. That sounds fine, is that all?” You jolt back at the pet name, heart beat picking up and tightness curling itself at your abdomen. You nod at him, “Y.. Yes. Some of the others have gone to check on a few dimensions just to make sure everything is going smoothly…” you muttered, tripping over your words now. Miguel raises an eyebrow at the change of demeanor, pausing. “Alright. Thank you, you did a good job.” You swell under the praise, heart beat still going strong as your mind swarms around the pet name. And honestly making your mind wonder elsewhere. Miguel squints as he stares at you, “Did I say something wrong? I can hear how loud your heart is.” He closes the tabs on the digital computer, now turning his body towards you. “Are you scared of me?” He questions with a serious and leveled tone, eyes scanning you.

You make a face of confusion, cursing to yourself in your head. You had forgotten how keen that sense of hearing of his is. “What? No no, of course not.” You gave a half lie, he was intimidating, but in a way that was exhilarating and exciting. Miguel hums in thinking, “Was it the praise then? I can’t think of any other reason why you’re being so loud right now” he hissed out. You stepped back, starting to turn around as you felt guilty for even enjoying the praise he’d given you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep honestly—“

Restrains are felt against your wrist as a red web holds it back, “No no no… come back here.“ He pulls at the web, drawing you closer. “You didn’t misstep at all, in fact.” With that, he’s shooting your other wrist with another web. “I just want to hear you say it. Just to be clear.” He said in amusement, giving a sarcastic smile down at you. You fumble with your words, trying to wrap your head around the webs and his questions. “Well I uh.. I didn’t mean it like that I just. It happened in the moment and I—“ Miguel nods at you, “Right. Yeah. Now speak clearly and say what you really mean.” He says out plainly to you. You swallow down, trying to calm your heart down, now beating so loudly you can hear it yourself in your head. “Yes.” You croaked, “I liked the pet name. It felt good hearing it from you.” You said sheepishly, looking away from Miguel.

In a flash, you’re brought up onto the elevated platform by Miguel. His webs bringing you up with ease, in return making you wobble at the sudden change of footing. He brings down a hand to your plush hips, keeping your balance steady, and fingers curling on your suit. You heat up at the realization Miguel had pulled you all the way up, without any problems. You don’t think often at how much more stronger he is compared to you or any other spider-person, how much his senses are amplified. Though, now you’ve have. Starting to become awfully aware of you surroundings, you think of how close the two of your bodies are, the warmth radiating from his palm, the height difference, and in response— you feel blood rush to your face. A blush paints your face with a darker hue, Miguel towers over you and stares down. “There you go. Now was that so hard to admit?” He hummed out lowly, with his free hand tracing his thumb against your cheek. “Y’know I can tell that you like this, right? I can smell it on you.” He leans down to your level, face inches away from yours.

Your mouth drops in surprise, a quiet ‘oh’ leaving you and pulling you into the realization of how soaked your underwear is. You bite the inside of your cheek, hands instinctively propping themselves against his chest as he moved so close to you. “I uh.. I’m sorry?” You say out cautiously, almost as if asking. Your eyes dart all over his face for some sort of hint of what he’s thinking. “I mean when you’re complimenting me like that, what else am I supposed to think?” You blurted out. The corners of his mouth twitched, fighting back a smile. “Oh yeah? What were you thinking of then?” He questioned, looking at you with mischief. Fuck. You catch your bottom lip behind your teeth, swallowing down your the bubbling embarrassment, knowing he’d press until you confessed. “I want thinking of uh..” you trailed off, fidgeting a little under his stare. “Go ahead.” He nudges you on. “Fucking me and telling me sweet stuff..” you grumbled quietly, face painted with a darker color as blood rushed to your head.

Miguel only hums, whispering a small ‘I can do that for you’ and fingers tightening around your waist, the gap between the two of your lips being closed by him.

You become lax under the kiss, hands grasping at his suit as he presses your body deliciously against his. The kiss had been gentle and soft at first, making you melt at how warm he felt. Though, it was quick to become needy and filled with want, the space around you two filled with small noises. Miguel nips at your bottom lip, tongue quick to dart out and soothe what he had bitten. The hand pressed on your waist began exploring and snaking itself down your back, his other grasping at your body, both hands grabbing a handful of your plump ass. You let out a gasp at the harsh grasp, breaking apart the kiss you shared and gasping for air as you feel your lips sore from his playful bites. Miguel looks down at you with lidded and relaxed eyes, he moves his hands to knead at your skin, turning his face so he kisses your head. In return, you whine as the display of affection, which goes straight to your groin and makes you clench around nothing.

“Coño.. C’mere.” He grumbles out, hands lowering down to your thighs and lifting you up to set you up on the desk. Miguel gives you a quick peck on your lips, before he starts heading down. He kisses down your neck, hands trailing and groping whatever he can get his hands on. He moves down your body, pressing soft kisses on your torso. And as he reached your legs, he’s quick to get on his knees in front of you while hands rest on your meaty inner thighs. He presses his strong palms against your knees, pulling them apart to lay kisses on your legs. A hand of yours reaches down, tangling itself onto his hair for stability, making him groan at the action.

As an impatient and wordless nature settles between you two, Miguel’s hands are quick to work, careful fingers clawing at the cloth separating your pussy and him. You spread your legs to give him better access to the space, making him successful in tearing apart your spider suit. You gasp at how easily he pulls it apart, leaving your slit opened in display for him. Miguel stares, as it takes everything in him to not dive right in. His eyes quickly dart from your folds to your face, looking up at you. “Can I?” He asks breathlessly. You nod at him and quietly say a ‘yes’ , the fingers tangled on his hair tightening. Miguel quickly repositioned your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, propping them up on his shoulders so he could settle himself comfortably.

Miguel wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them open before he dived his head onto your groin, mouth latching onto your slit and tongue lapping up at your folds and slick in slow stripes. A shiver runs up your spine, a shaky exhale leaving you while you watch him intently. Miguel’s eyes close in concentration, savoring the taste of you, the smell, and the noises he pulls from you. His mouth closed around your clit, tongue swirling at your bud as he began to suck on it, moaning around your bundle of nerves. The vibrations make your hips buck up into his mouth, head falling back and moans being caught in your throat. Miguel switches from sucking on your clit, to diving down to lap up your juices— enjoying the way you whine as he teased you. His eyes pierced through you as he glanced up, “Mm’you like that, mi príncipe?” He mumbled against your folds, nose pressed against your bud as he talked to you— a pressure that threatened to push you over the edge as you were so, so close. You nod at him feverishly, head hazy with need. “Uh-huh. Love it so much. So good, fuck Miggy.” You tug softly at his hair, urging him to go back to eating you out. Miguel’s arms tighten in response to the nickname, happily going back to sucking you. He worked his tongue with effort, not breaking eye contact with you. You cry out a moan and squeeze around nothing at the attention, legs straining against his grip. You felt hot, head cloudy while your orgasm rapidly built itself up, the strings at your abdomen quickly breaking. You tug at Miguel’s hair desperately, pushing him further into your sex, Miguel groans in response, happy to be used for you to get off. The vibration of his groan pulls you in, and with a whine, you cum on Miguel’s mouth— bucking your hips, clit gliding against his tongue as you chased your high.

You gasp, trying to drag air into your lungs, and pull Miguel’s head away from your pussy with a pop. Miguel looks at you with a blissed out expression; lidded blown out eyes, a trail of saliva connecting the both of you, mouth and chin wet from you, and tongue darted out from his lips. He breathes heavily, catching his breath, gaze fixated on you. “ ‘sho good. Tan rico, mi príncipe. You smell and taste amazing. Fuck.” He pulls weakly against the grip on his hair, “Need it again. Por favor, you’ve been so good. You deserve it.” He babbles out, pleading to eat you out some more. You almost cum again at the sight, scooching yourself closer to Miguel and nodding shakily at him, grip loosening. Miguel lights up, flashing you a small smile that display his fangs, before his mouth is right back at your clit. Your mouth drops as you moan from overstimulation, eyes squeezed shut for a second and not noticing an arm releasing your thigh. A hand of Miguel’s finds itself outside your entrance, finger gliding in between your folds. You choke on a gasp, opening your eyes to look down at him who’s been watching you all along. A whine is pulled out from you at the feeling of his thick index and middle fingers going inside you slowly, until they bottom out. He pulls his fingers back just as slowly, his tongue working on you with a similar rhythm and making you groan out in frustration.

Miguel fights back a smile, mischievous eyes never leaving you. He snaps his fingers inside again, a moan catching itself on your throat and making you twitch. With this, Miguel set a brutal pace that makes your mouth gape, back arching while your fingernails dig into his scalp. Miguel sloppily eats you out as fingers expertly fuck you into oblivion, the contrast of his tongue swirling on your clit gently while his digits were thrusted brutally making your mind blank out. He spreads his fingers inside and scissors you, attempting to stretch you out as much as he can. It’s not long until you feel yourself over the edge again as pathetic sounds fall from your lips, keeping eye contact with Miguel, who eats up your expressions. He pushes his ring finger inside you, the third finger alongside the other two curling and fucking you. Miguel sucks tightly against your bud, making you spasm and tighten your legs around his head as the pressure in your abdomen loosens. Strings of his name, praises, and pleads leave your lips as you orgasm, making you shake against him. Miguel’s pace doesn’t falter as he guides you through your second orgasm again, only stopping when he feels your shaking cease.

Miguel moves his mouth away from your swollen clit, pulling his fingers out from you slowly. He wiped his chin with his forearm, damp from your juices while he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he gets on his feet while his other hand slid up your thigh to settle comfortably on your hips. Miguel brought his fingers previously inside you, up to your mouth, “Open.” He says lowly and breathless, and you obliged. Your mouth wraps around his fingers, licking up and swirling them with your tongue. Miguel’s lips twitched, eyebrows furrowing as he concentrated on the feeling of your mouth and the fucked out expression you had. He pulls back his fingers with a pop, replacing them with his lips for a brief kiss. His hand joined his other, both now holding at your hips and pulling you closer to his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck for stability, pulling each other into an embrace as you kissed. You gasped at the feeling of his dick pressed against your thigh, pulling away from his lips to look down. The holographic suit made way for his groin, the rest of his suit overall being intact but leaving an opening for his dick. You stared in awe, not realizing how big and girthy he was, piecing together why he was so adamant in stretching you out.

He grips at your hips, pulling you closer so that he could line up with your slit. He glided his dick in between your wet folds, tip nudging against your clit every so often and making you whine and buck your own hips back. He cooed at you, enjoying the reactions your body gave him. “You’re so good for me, such a good boy. You deserve this.” He traced the stretch marks on your hips tenderly with his finger pads, “So pretty and obedient too. Shit, can’t get enough.” He hummed out, steadying himself and pushing his dick slowly at your entrance.

You hissed at the stretch of him, grasp tightening around his neck. Miguel being considerate, attempted to go as gentle as he could for your comfort, sucking in a breath and cursing to himself at your tissue tightening around him. When Miguel finally bottoms out, hips flushed against your own, he gripped at your hips with a bruising hold. Miguel kissed your jaw and neck, easing you up as he grinded against you subtly. As you adjusted to his girth and length, you grew impatient at the nips he left at your neck, “Miggy, please.” You huffed out. “Please what, cariño?” He questioned, pulling his head back to look at you. You groaned, “Please fuck me.” Begging him. Miguel smiled at you and pulled his hips back until his tip remained inside, only to thrust harshly back inside you in one go. You choke as the wind gets knocked out of your lungs, “Sure.” He said casually, fangs in display as he smiled at you evilly.

Miguel sets a routine of thrusting inside you with a brutal pace, pulling your hips down to match his pace, and whispering profanities under his breath. You can do nothing but clench down on his dick, moaning out pathetically and clawing at his back. You wrap your legs around Miguel’s hips, your body slouching and head falling between the crook of his neck and shoulders. Like this, you gave Miguel full access to maneuver your body with ease, practically letting him use you as a fuck doll. With that realization, he groaned right into your ear, pace picking itself up desperately. Miguel mumbled under his breath, being able to pick up a few words of praises and your name. You felt as he manhandled you, angling you up to fuck you deeper. Your mouth was parted as you drooled in delight— whimpers, grunts and moans being fucked right out of you. You tightened up, legs shaking as you felt the familiar build up on your abdomen. Miguel groans against you, the talons on his finger pads peeking out every now and then, threatening to break your skin but never doing so. You babble breathlessly against Miguel, asking if you could cum against his skin, finger nails dragging along his back. Miguel, more than happy to oblige, grunts against you. “Coño. Yes, yes. ‘Sho close too.” He slurred out, hips stuttering as a hand reached up to tug on his hair. You catch your bottom lip behind your teeth, muffling your sounds as you cum with one last thrust of his, the strings on your abdomen pulled apart. As you shake, Miguel continues to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own now. Your mind blanked out from how strong your orgasm was, but you were able to make out Miguel pulling out and spilling his cum on your stomach, saying phrases in Spanish you barely made out through the haze in your head.

Your body quivers against Miguel as you come back down from your high, the both of you panting and gasping for air. He rubs small gently circles on the skin of your hips, which were starting to bruise because of the tight hold he has on them earlier. Your legs unwrap themselves from his hip, your body exhausted and pussy throbbing. Miguel’s suit works to cover himself up, as if nothing had happened.

He kissed the top of your head and pulled you back so that you could look at him, “I’ll uh. I’ll get you some sweat pants.” He said with a shameful look, “sorry about your suit. I can help with the repairs.” He said with guilt in his voices, you had forgotten about him ripping it apart, too focused on other things clearly. Though you feel bad at his worried look. “It’s cool, I have spare ones. I’d appreciate the pants though. Can’t just go back out and let everyone know what happened here.” You say teasingly, shrugging at him. Miguel nods at you, cheeks flushed. “I’ll be back then.” He said nonchalantly, webbing himself away from the platform to look for something for you to wear.

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badchoicesworld · 9 months

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hello there! i just found your blog and i love your writing for hobie, so i’d like to request another thing for him.

would you mind doing something about a transmasc vigilante reader who tags along with hobie on patrols and late night hangouts? hobie and the reader could diy their own costumes together :) maybe reader is black cat, another spiderperson, or whatever you want to come up with. thanks in advance, and i’ll probably request again soon!

hobie brown with a transgender, vigilante reader (ftm)

RAAHH thank you so much :]

i chose for the reader to be another spidersona, probably anarchist and super cool, hope this is okay! let me know if not

warnings: unsafe binding (there’s a warning ahead)

pairing: hobie brown x transmasc!reader

requests: open ! PLEASE

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

for you and hobie to get along so well and hang out outside of missions n such, i imagine you’re a spider-man who rejected miguel’s “invitation” to spider society. this is what might have led to you becoming a vigilante who’s occasionally recruited by spider society after some begging- or you’ve just been a vigilante from day one in your dimension.

but ! who’s likely to notice such a person? hobie, obviously. you two become menaces and no one looks forward to being in a room with you. hobie destroys their faith in the constitution while you’re reinforcing everything

during missions, you make a hell of a team ! there’s somehow this real nonchalant feeling to the atmosphere even if you’re punching down baddies

banter, plenty of it back and forth while swinging about and fighting for ur life

probably makes fun of your form or something playfully, makes a comment or two about a punch you’ve thrown “you call tha’ a punch?” “Naaah, nahnahnahnahnah. watch this,” probably does worse let’s be honest, throws the dirties punch known to man but it does the trick

you’re more stealth while hobie’s way more out there, style n all that

hobie dropping in on some operation to take down the big baddies while shredding away at his electric guitar, meanwhile he’s able to see you picking off people from vantage points

whenever you’ve gotta wait about for some patrols or just observe for a night, you two will find some sorta rooftop to perch on top of and patrol from there. but the view kills

you two probably have a sort of routine: completing missions together for the spider society, hobie then tags along for some vigilante work, then you both kick back at his place once the days come to an end

chill night consists of hobie subconsciously strumming at a note occasionally on his guitar while you talk about whatever together

a lot of complaining about the institution, probably how much miguel fucking sucks

depending on ur current situation with transitioning, given that hobie knows, mans is probably the most supportive person you’ll meet

hobie lives in a society that he actively chooses to protect despite being apart of the margin of people that are still severely oppressed to terrible degrees, be it for his race or how he chooses to express himself (in my head, hobie’s also a boy kisser). so i think that he has a certain passion for protecting those minority groups. you, as a trans man, sometimes get the hobie brown special treatment.

let’s you crash at his place whenever you need it, let’s you borrow his clothes n shit if they help you feel more masculine, will give you tips n tricks that either he uses or has heard work great for presenting masculine

does your makeup if you want it, like making your face look more chisel, fake facial hair or brows more blocky- that kinda shit.

if you’re yet to go through the execution process (top surgery), hobie’s ur guy (a terrible terrible influence)

if you have a binder, good for you- hobie is going to find it and customise it for you because he’s hilarious

probably does some like web stitching into it, lil embroidered parts that match his pins or something like “hobie was here” in his clapped handwriting

this isn’t anything new, you two have this little game going on where you just steal and tag each others things for shits and giggles. his best work? punk-ifying your binders with those like spikes he has on his jackets shoulder pads

firm believer in trans men being shirtless in a binder is normalising something that should’ve been from the beginning- probably also marched a free the titties campaign for all body types and identities cause they aren’t inherently sexual and shouldn’t be (if cis men can, why can’t cis women, y’know?)

if he accidentally damages your shit he’ll either fix or replace it, maybe even make something to compensate

or it becomes part of the fit

these lil things have helped personalise your things greatly- there’s nice little details all over that make you both crack smiles

makes sure that throughout missions you’re good if you’re binding, which he honestly just doesn’t dictate. won’t be the type to tell you off for wearing it too long or during missions, it’s not your fault that you’re just doing what makes you feel more like yourself

instead just makes sure that you’re well rested after the missions over and does things for you so you don’t strain

(DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. I WILL FIND YOU.)

if by some unfortunate twist of fate you don’t have a binder, hobie will probably diy you one. argues that they can be mass produced by corporations, why can’t he make one by hand? just one more win for the anarchists

diy binders are dangerous, especially if they’re not made right. i’d like to think hobie would try his best, but i imagine he doesn’t have access to the right materials

in this case, he probably rips apart his shit trying to find the right elastic cloths for your safety

that, or he makes a makeshift binders just a bit looser than it should be to reduce the risk of hurting you.

absolute worst case scenario ? could honestly fashion something out of webs (i have a spidersona that does this) mans a genius, he’ll figure something out

positive ? binder looks sick since he makes it

(ok ur safe, continue)

if you’ve got top surgery, good for u, hobie will have ur head if you don’t take the appropriate recovery time

if you are involved with spider society, he either takes your missions for you or absolutely terrorises miguel into not giving you any

you think it’s just a subconscious, casual thing that hobie does but he always manages to slip a “lad” “boy” “man” into his sentences whenever speaking to or about you. gender affirmations innit

that being said, hobie views you as a man wholeheartedly

hobie’s into physical touch so probably got an arm slung around your shoulder, tons of playfully nudges whenever he sees fit (often)

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

i also wanna stress rq that the way i portray hobie; he’s so incredibly supportive, hype man, but he’s not this sunshine and rainbows thing i’ve seen some people portray him as

he’s laid back, nonchalant but can get excited (like w the whole “miles my guy” scene where he’s so hype)

thinks/knows he’s hot shit but it doesn’t make him arrogant. man just knows what he’s capable of and gets to be laid back thanks to it

#across the spiderverse #headcanon #imagine #male reader #oneshot #spider man: across the spider verse #ask #fluff #hobie brown #request #hobie brown x reader #transmasc #hobie brown x transmasc!reader #transgender reader #transgender #ftm #vigilante reader #hobie brown x vigilante reader #hobie brown x male reader

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