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#male!reader x miguel o’hara
nymphomatique · 3 months
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doing the TikTok couple outfit trend with nerd!miguel
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this just sent me to my early grave btw
cw: none! fluff with barely one instance of suggestive language. also maybe angst if you squint. gn!reader with a fem outfit!
wc: ~ 600
❤︎ a/n: this was so cute im :(((. if you haven’t see the trend nonnie was referencing, here is an example! proofread today yippee!! happy reading <3
*all pictures are just for scene setting! reader has no specific race, genitals, body type, or pronouns mentioned!*
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put the timer on before you press play,” you laugh, watching miguel fiddle with your phone. as tech savvy as he is, you find it endearing that he can’t operate tiktok properly.
the two of you were on a park date, picnic basket in hand as the sun shines overcast, warming your skin, matching the warmth you’ve been feeling all day. after a rough week, miguel had offered to cheer you up, by way of picnic, and you agreed, albeit with reluctance.
it had been your idea to match, of course. the small unspoken ways you feel comfortable giving affection towards him without outwardly saying the three words that stir and uneasy feeling in you.
naturally for a picnic, you opted for gingham, red of course, sporting by way of a long sleeved off the shoulder crop top with lace trim, and a denim mini skirt to match. the shoes were less understated with the farmers look you had going on, your steve madden platform sandals bringing your more than necessary edge to your outfit. miguel, still hunched down finicking with your phone, matched with you, wearing a red gingham shirt, unbuttoned with a white tee underneath. his light-wash blue jeans sat well on his hips, held up by a black leather belt, the same color as the loafers on his feet.
you had seen an influx of videos of couples on vacations and regular outings matching outfits and chronicling it in form of tiktoks, and some part of you felt like it would make you feel all the more conflicted in your feelings, but the other part of you wanted to hold hands with miguel and show off your matching outfits to the world, and the former part of you won.
bringing you back to now, where miguel finally has managed to set up the timer for your tiktok, but not without muttering, “the user interface is stupid. anyone could have trouble with it.” you can only laugh, admiring his clean shaven face, pouted lips, strong nose and soft eyes as he looks at you and asks if he can press play yet. you fix his hair, looping the little piece in the front around your finger to fix the curl and look at him in the eyes, his face red.
“yes.”
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“miguel, you cross your legs, and then clap. not the other way around. this is the second time!”
“that’s not what they did in the video i saw..”
“that’s because it’s not the one i sent you. i suggested this, so we’re doing it my way, not yours.”
after three takes of miguel either crossing his legs the wrong way or completely missing his cue, you were sure this take would be it.
so when he presses play and the timer goes off, you watch the minuscule versions him and you in your phones screen, and by some high power, you’re both in sync. and can help but laugh and exclaim your joy, pull him in for a kiss at his success. a kiss in which miguel gladly returns, lipstick marks be damned.
you look away shyly when you pull away. “knew you could do it,” you say, gaze lowered to the gold chain hanging from miguel’s thick neck.
“only cause i listened to you, my love,” he returns, bringing your gaze to his by pushing your head up with his index finger at your chin.
you give him a light pec before slapping his chest softly. “should have been listening to me the whole damn time. i’ve been too nice to you lately.”
“teach me a lesson later,” he says, the look of mischief in his eyes not unnoticed by you. “first, we eat. c’mom.”
with his hand in yours, you stroll through the park. together, and happy.
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havensins · 11 months
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may I request a Miguel with praise kink, just soft sex turned rough with some overstimulation and like,, claws and biting from both Miguel and reader :))
ahh i luv miguel </3 (tw. overstim)
i’m gonna preface this by saying; i don’t think miguel is a brat. i think he’s just so new to submission and not used to feeling so out of control that his conflicting emotions present themselves as being bratty or disobedient.
he truly wants to be good for you, but sometimes it’s hard :((( he’s trying to work through that and with how much he trusts you, it isn’t hard at all.
it wouldn’t be hard to notice how well he responds to praise. with the way he’d falter in whatever he’s doing and look to you for more.
even while you’re fucking into him with his thighs spread wide and his head thrown back into the pillows supporting his head, with you draping yourself over him so that you could whisper the filthiest things into his ear… with just a few words of praise, he’s clenching around you so tight & cumming onto his stomach.
and his mind can’t decipher when foggy pleasure that clouds his brain disperses and borders on painful, though he can feel every inch and every vein of you filling him up. he’s moaning out so loudly, his oversensitivity making tears gather at his waterline and threaten to fall.
his hands find your back, claws poking you as clumps of tears fall down his cheeks. “fuck! fuckfuckfuck..” he curses. he whimpers, burying his face into your shoulder as you’re urging him to yet another orgasm.
he makes an unintelligible sound when your teeth sink ever-so-slightly into the skin of his neck, keening and spurting out another load of cum.
“nnngh, too sens- sensitiveee!” he whines, mouth falling open as his warm breath puffs against your shoulder. “you- you got another one for me, fuck! don’t you?” you curse, grinding your hips up into his.
miguel was extremely tight and it didn’t help that your own loads were making the slide easier. the sounds were so fuckin’ sinful, the wet plap of your hips into his only egged you on even more.
you weren’t nearly done with him for the night, though miguel had no objections to any of your plans.
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slowbison · 11 months
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Feral! Miguel O'Hara x Top! Male Reader
Summary: Miguel returns to his personal break room after a fight to heal, but forgets to replenish his spider DNA serum, turning him feral. since you’re a spiderman similar to him, he needs to be fucked to be stabilized.
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warnings: breeding, wrestling, anal sex, biting, smut
A tired Miguel emerged into his personal break room as a portal from an alternate reality closed behind him. He had spent the last few hours fighting and capturing another anomaly in the wrong multiverse. Body aching from being thrown into buildings, throat parched from yelling orders along with being mentally drained from an old lady that repeatedly hit him as he tried to direct her to safety. Slumping tiredly onto his couch, groaning as he continued to sink into the comfort. He remained still, quietly waiting for his supernatural abilities to kick in and do the healing for him then realized that it was progressing much slower than usual. Soon everything began to heat up around him, pupils dilating and contracting and the suit felt more tightening.
He attempted to stand on his feet before a wave of intense pain and pleasure washed over him causing him to fall, landing on the hard floor. Claws protruding unwillingly from his fingers, muscles tense as his breathing picked up from the sudden wave of heat, fangs feeling much heavier in his mouth. Miguel felt helpless laying on the ground, gasping as it continued to ripple throughout his body after realizing too late that he forgot to intake the serum after returning.
“F-fucking shit, this c-can’t be hap-happening! Not now!” Miguel spat out through gritted teeth as he attempted to resist the sensation sweeping over him, dick growing increasingly aroused. Moaning as he began dryly humping the ground for any form of friction to ease his growing needs. He didn’t even hear any approaching footsteps until an all-too-familiar voice spoke through a door, cursing under his breath. That was the last word he said before fully succumbing to his desires, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
“What couldn’t be happening?” You asked through the door. You were with Miguel earlier, along with the other spider people, captured an anomaly stuck in the wrong dimension. The man in question had asked to see you after imprisoning the anomaly in a trap box to report on the current status of the last reality. When you came up to his office which was seemingly empty, you scanned around the room until your senses began tingling; warning that a strange presence radiated from a rather hidden door in the back. Tracking it down, you honed your hearing to any noises present coming from the door. Only to then discern it was Miguel, making questionable noises that were having an odd affect on you. A flicker of a small flame, lit within you.
“Miguel? Are you alright? I’m getting strange vibes in there. Talk to me.”
You could hear incomprehensible speech and hissing as a loud thunk crashed onto the ground, followed by a low moan. Your face slowly heats up at the possible thoughts of what may be occurring, but this wasn’t the time for your silent desires held for the man to emerge.
Hand on the knob you twisted it before speaking out, “I’m going to open the door if you don’t stop me right now!” You could hear scattering as the door opened, revealing what appears to be a softly dimmed room. Carefully stepping in, you looked around and noticed claw marks on the floor and walls, along with a table flipped over. After completing a full circle around the room, you placed your hands on your hips confused when your senses could not pick up a presence.
"What is this, hide and seek? Thought you said it was childish when I did it to you-" You were cut off as you were tackled to the ground, a strong grip on your shoulders pinning you down. Pain surged as the claws teared into your skin. Peering up at your attacker was Miguel, who looked more feral than usual as he towered over your face, angrily bearing his fangs. His head turned to the side of your neck, grazing over your veins before sinking his fangs - lapping at the blood spilling. You let out a groan, feeling your dick stirring at the action. The flame within you grew brighter, enough to light up a small campfire.
“Hey now, if you wanted to initiate something with me. This wasn’t really what I had in mind, yanno?” You quipped, attempting to push him off with your legs. Though it seemingly felt useless as he’s much stronger than you in terms of strength. Detecting resistance, he growled pushing you deeper into the ground until his body shuddered and let out a soft whine, losing power over you. Taking the opportunity, you quickly switched your positions around before exerting force to his wrists above his head, locking his legs around yours at the same time.
“It’s over Miguel, I have the high ground. So let’s start talking, yeah?” You said, taking the time to fully analyze his current state as he thrashed around, attempting to break free.
His hair was disheveled from its usual swept back appearance, brown eyes tinted with red, and lips lightly stained with blood from what would be assumed of yours. What mainly held your attention was the hard dick pressed up against your own, albeit not as hard… yet. More logs, added to the flame. Paying even more attention, Miguel had long since begun rutting on you, releasing soft whines that progressively got louder. Face flushed, his cries got louder until moved your hand down to his hips, forcing them to still.
Upset by your actions, he began squirming once again in your grasp trying to gain any friction on his straining dick. Entertained by this you let out a chuckle at his actions, “I didn’t take you for a bitch in heat Miguel. I don’t mind fucking you senseless if that’s what you want.”
For the first time, your words seemed to have been processed in his mind. Perhaps at the words “bitch” and “fucking you senseless” was all he took away. And from what you could interpret, Miguel seemed to be more compliant as he waited, staring into your eyes for your next move.
You trailed your hand from his hip across his torso, feeling the toned firm abs on your palm. Closing your eyes, you heightened your sense of what his soft skin must feel like underneath. It wasn’t your first time running your hands along his abs, as you had decided to join his customary workout session. More like you invited yourself claiming that steel-ton trucks weren’t going to be handled by just anyone. He begrudgingly sighed refusing to argue although he didn’t put up much of a fight and the next morning you stood in front of the gym, duffel bag slung across your shoulders with Miguel at your side.
The gym had been far greater than your own personal gym’s dimension, but what really made the place shine was watching a slightly sweaty Miguel performing curl ups beneath you as you held down his legs. He didn’t ask you to but rolled his eyes while hearing you proclaim that proper positioning of the feet were important to ensure a safe workout. His face was lightly scrunched as he focused on completing his sets, your eyes lingered on his chest that were more profound and round each time he came up and traveled to his torso, abs showing due to sweat clinging onto the shirt. You didn’t even realize Miguel had finished his sets and begun looking up at your face as he laid on the ground, chest heaving, trying to maintain his normal breathing.
The tension was palpable between you two, as it had been whenever you were both left alone in a room. Moving your hands from his legs, tracing at his abs but before you could slip your hands under his shirt to feel more, a stranger rudely interrupted your rather boner-inducing moment by asking to use the area if you both were done. Miguel let out an annoyed click before standing, clearing his stuff out and proceeded to the pull up bars. You stared daggers into the strangers back, gritting your teeth, before returning to completing the rest of your workout, huffing as you went along and closed your eyes embedding the view into your head; opening them at the sight of Miguel’s thrashing beneath you as your mind had carried you elsewhere away from him. Heat swarmed within your body, as much bigger logs fueled the flames.
You let out a chuckle and gripped at his suit before tearing the fabric apart on his thighs. Asking that he’d forgive you later, Miguel hissing at you before quivering, at the cold hands felt on his skin. Palming his dick on your hands, not willing to give him just what he wants so soon. Miguel let out a drawled moan as he pushed hips up, applying more pressure on his leaking dick, aching for more.
No longer able to resist your own throbbing prick, you removed your hand from his cock and went to release your own from its imprisonment, making the mistake as your grip on his wrists loosen. Miguel seized the opportunity and broke free, wrestling your own arms for control. Snarling as he pushed you back slightly which was short lived as your hand returned — after managing to pull your pants down — grabbing at his arms and flipping him around, laying flat on his stomach. You pressed the side of his head into the floor, hissing at his ear.
“Stay down like the bitch you are and take it.” you snapped shoving three of your fingers into his mouth, lining your cock at his cheeks, fucking those fat globes hidden underneath his tight suit. Tearing at the fabric, giving you more leverage to his ass. Miguel moans around your fingers, sucking and coating them in his spit as you increase the pace. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you huffed into his neck, marking the sensitive skin, “Won’t stop till you’re full of my seed, carrying my kids.” Miguel whimpered, cock twitching at the thought of being bred so thoroughly in order to carry your children inside of him.
You purred into his ear, loving the way he began losing himself more to the pleasure. “You like that? Breed you full of my kids inside your cunt, huh?” Miguel whines got louder, desperately moving his hips further against your own in response. You slipped your fingers out his mouth, rimming around his entrance before slipping inside. At first, you toyed with him, simply thrusting it in and swirling it around, but hearing his broken whimpers you curled the finger relishing at the sounds.
Miguel’s face altered between pain and pleasure as you slipped the second finger in. Stretching the ring in scissoring motions as he jerked weakly back into your fingers, cock straining against his torso, swollen tip leaking onto the floor desperately wishing for more.
You tutted at his actions, shoving his hips down on the ground — digging your nails into his side. “Last warning love, I’ll have to web you down on this floor. Is that what you want?” Miguel turned to his side, face flushed and glaring into your eyes, a low growl emitting from his throat that was cut off with a yelp as you inserted a third finger. You pump your fingers in and out of his entrance, watching as he slightly arched his back and let out small mewls of pleasure. You could feel him forcibly relaxing as you readied him for your cock.
After a few more of these ministrations, you removed your fingers from and spat at your hand, coating your erection, aligning at his puckering hole. The thought of thrusting in with the lack of decent preparation crossed your mind as it would be pleasurable, but the second Miguel was sane he’d tear you to half, refusing to allow you anywhere near him. For a while at least. Flames had turned into a roaring bonfire, slowly dissipating your desire to hold back.
Taking it slow, you eased your way in, groaning as the tight crevice swallowed you deeper. Miguel gasped at the intrusion, squirming away as you plunged deeper into his, settling fully inside him. Your senses melting at the seams as intense flames of pleasure surged throughout your body, letting out a keen growl into his ear. The unknown wave of heat continued to boil within you, huffing steams of hot air from your nostrils. Your eyes slightly tinted red peering back at his own.
“Fuck, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight for me” you growled into his ear, nuzzling your face into his neck. “So fucking tight for me, gonna make you my personal cum dump.”
Miguel whimpered, closing his eyes and buried his head into the floor while the pain of the stretch died and anticipation of getting fucked full arose. He wiggled his hips back, hoping to entice your animalistic urge that you’ve been holding back to give him adequate time to adjust. You cooed at his submission to you and rewarded him with continuous hard thrusts, shoving your cock as deep as you could, flames consuming your entire body.
Miguel’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, letting out broken cries, clamping down around your cock. There was a mix of pain at the brutal thrusts as he didn’t have the best preparation, but that didn’t matter as he continued to beg, throwing his ass back to meet your pace. Garbling nonsensical strings of ‘words’ that were stuck in his throat, cries of pleasure coming up instead.
You keened as you put more pressure into the grip on his hip, releasing your hold on his wrists and rammed your cock in, molding his ass so it would remember only you and your shape. The thought reeling you deeper into the unconscious, leaving only your carnal desires to devour you whole along with dumping all your cum into the man below, belly round - full of your cum. Miguel clawed at the ground bracing himself as you continued your onslaught, drool pooling at the edge of his mouth. He could barely think straight, the only thing he can remember is sitting at his chair before a scalding heat washed over him and now he’s being fucked into oblivion until his desire to be thoroughly bred satiated.
Miguel pressed his hips back and rocked against yours, not wanting to waste any drop of cum that could fertilize his children carrying within him. Seeing Miguel so pliant to be fucked full of your cum drove you to the edge, biting his neck which left a dark mark. Though it wasn’t enough to break skin, it will warn others that the bitch was claimed and to stay away. Either way, the reaction that got out of the submissive man was a choked sob, body trembling before spurts of cum sprayed on his chest, dripping onto the floor. He collapsed underneath you, but still weakly tightened his hole around your cock, determined to milk it for all it’s worth.
Your thrusts became erratic as you neared closer and closer to eruption. Panting heavy into his ear you snarled, “Fu- fucking shit, here it comes baby. Don’t spill any of it bitch, got it?” Miguel whimpered, but obeyed as he mustered up all his remaining strength to clench his hole. Pushing your chest against his back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you soon let out a groan, hips jerking before stilling altogether. Strings of curses leaving your mouth, swearing that for a small moment your soul ascended towards a warm comforting light.
Miguel was in a similar disheveled state as you, though slightly worse off. His face laying in a pool of his own drool, red eyes dimmed as his brown eyes returned, claws retracting into his fingers and ass quivering to hold in your cum, slowly reaching its end.
You rolled to the side, cock still lodged in Miguel and ran your hand along his side, stopping to caress his stomach, feeling a slight bump that was undoubtedly your cum. Which was almost concerning as you had never come this much before, much less been this aggressive during sex with anyone, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just different with Miguel, curling your arms around him. Speaking of the man, he let out a groan as he shakily turned his body to face you. Eyes piercing into your soul, face contorted in slight anger. You chuckled and ran your hand in his hair, caressing the side of his face, whipping off the drool gently.
“Welcome back my charming beast. Did your dashing prince break the curse?” You smiled, watching as Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes at you.
“It wasn’t a curse, I just lacked the necessary genes of a spider and lost control a little. It’s a side effect of sorts.”
“A little?” You eyed, glancing at the room covered in claw marks that matched the scratches on your shoulders and arms.
Miguel turned to the side, mouth creased.
“I’m sorry, this was a first for me too… I’ve never attacked someone before,” he quietly muttered under his breath. Seeing this, you huddled him close into your arms and kissed the top of his temple.
“Hey now, it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle anyway, you forgetting that I’m Spider-Man?“ You chided, pressing your forehead against his. A small smile gracing his face as you both quietly waited to regain your strength. Falling in a trance of listening to one another's breathing, body’s conjoined as one.
“Say, when you were working on that DNA thing, was there a little bit of wolf involved?”
“No there wasn’t, stop talking. You’re ruining the moment.”
“So it’s just a cute little kink of yours to be bred by me?”
“We are NOT having this conversation.”
“My dick is literally still in you.”
Miguel grumbled and made a weak effort of pushing away from you, but you laughed it off, pulling him closer.
a/n: hey y’all, it’s a little bit late but here it is, in all it’s smutty glory. i would also like to say that my eyes have been opened to a much softer side of Miguel as a soccer mom, but because of a bastard on my tiktok fyp, there is an angst ending in my mind that could be separated from the main, if one wishes to remain in la-la-land. i might write up a lil on that world to see how it'd work, not sure when it'd drop. but because of this smut, my brain kept making different branches of miguel getting fucked and it won’t stop plaguing my mind so those are in the works, one of them including jealousy towards lego spider-man… hope y'all enjoyed this.
that being said, leon’s fic is up next to be dropped though i might be a smidge late on that. apologies. if you are interested in that, you the reader purchase an experimental drug that heals wounds made by the merchant. you give it to a wounded leon who later on notices changes in his body, specifically his chest as stains show up on his shirt... around his nipples...
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yourftmfriend · 10 months
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I can imagine Miguel biting reader and his venom leads to them becoming paralyzed and leads to Miguel fucking himself on readers cock or face.-🥭
aw i can just imagine it. he didn’t bite you on purpose. for sure. but he sure as hell enjoyed how he can use you like this. he’d just ride your face to no end as you couldn’t even struggle with his venom in your veins. his clit against your nose as he grinded himself on your face desperately, in hopes of reaching his high. he’d grasp your hair, pulling and playing with it. once he came on your face he’d move onto your dick. it was still hard as he slid it in. you could feel him holding onto your chest as he jumped up and down your cock. he kept muttering curses under his breath in both Spanish and English. sure you hated not being able to touch him but you admit the sight was heavenly. he tried so hard to cum without your touch, playing with his clit and nipples while he jumped up and down on your dick but his poor little body couldn’t handle all the stimulation. he latched onto your neck to keep his moans in, trying not to bite you again considering your situation. he wouldn’t ever admit but he needs your touch to actually cum. he just claims that he doesn’t need you to cum-is what started this all in the first place-. once he came for the second time he lifted himself up your cock just to collapse onto your chest. you are definitely going to get back on him for that one.
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rahhhbananas · 11 months
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✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐍 ✭ ✭ ✭ ft. a lot of characters
summary. Y/n is very protective of his son (aka Spider Plush).
warning(s). He/Him pronouns, foul language, Hobie is a major bully
a/n. Y/n and Spider-Plush are the new Miguel and Lego Spider-Man
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“He is a person! And you will treat him that way!”
The voice of Y/n welcomed the newly woken society. It was around 7 am, and a commotion had begun in Miguel’s office. As the sun lazily illuminated the sky, Miles groggily made his way towards Miguel's office, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes. He couldn't fathom why there was such a commotion at this early hour. "Why is there so much yelling? It's 7 in the morning...!" he groaned, his voice laced with exhaustion. Miles walked through the door, greeting Gwen and Peter B. who were watching the scene amused. Miles looked to see Y/n in a heated debate with both Miguel and Hobie, although it was mostly Hobie, Miguel was sitting down, trying to sooth an incoming migraine.
Pavitr stood at Y/n’s side, cradling a….Spider-Man…plushie? “What is going on here..” Miles who was now wide awake stared at the situation, looking at Gwen for answers. Gwen responded with a chuckle “Get this…their arguing because Hobie skipped Spider-Plush in line for breakfast.” Gwen managed to say between fits of laughter. Miles gave Gwen a look “So, he doesn’t believe in consistency and he doesn’t believe in manners?” Miles watched Y/n, who looked like he was on the brink of committing murder, due to Hobie’s nonchalant face. Peter chimed in, catching a swinging Mayday “I don’t think he did it to be rude. Maybe because he likes getting on Y/n’s nerves,”
Jess who just walked in looked at Peter, “This early morning air finally gave you a brain?” She walked towards Miguel, handing him water and probably a headache pill. Miguel thanked Jess, looking up at the continuing argument. “Yeah..and how did Pavitr get into all this?” Miles questioned, Gwen laughed, for what seemed to be the 4th time “That’s even funnier! He’s trying to take Hobie to court,” Miles smiled, seeing the obvious amusement in the situation “Yeah, somehow he’s got a diploma in that stuff.” Jess chimed in from the computer.
“That’s not the fucking point, Hobart! My son deserves respect! You’ve made him cry!” Y/n gestures to the “crying” plushie, and Pavitr who’s nodding in agreement. Hobie scoffed “Cryin? He’s got a tear sticker on ‘is face! You’ve got yourself fooled!”. This was Miguel’s last straw, he finally flipped the table, literally, sending everything flying— including the cup of water, that Spider-Plush was now drowned in. Gasp filled the small crowd, the laughter coming to a halt to stare at Y/n who was breathing heavily, trying to calm down.
Y/n slowly turned, looking at the soaked Spider-Plush. The plush squeaked, comical tears spewing from its large eyes. Y/n turned to Miguel and Hobie— the latter raised his hands, in a attempt to prove his innocence, he instead pointed to the leader who sported a small bead of sweat, his posture straightened “Umm, that was an accident- I was trying to de-escalate the situation. My anger over took…” Y/n pounced on Miguel, not letting him finish his sentence. Miguel tried to pull the other off his face, stumbling around while knocking things over.
“I-it was an accident!”
“YOU HORRIBLE PERSON!”
“GAAH! WHERE DID THESE CLAWS COME FROM?”
“DON’T….WORRY ABOUT IT!”
“JESSGETHIMOFFME!”
“Sorry, Miguel. I’m not getting into this fight.”
“APOLOGIZE OR SUFFER!”
“AHHHH!”
The crowd watched in silence as Miguel walked out with a bucket on his head, drenched in water. Y/n, on the other hand, walked out cradling his son, the plush wrapped in a towel, Y/n cooed trying to calm down the squeaks emitting from the plushie. Y/n walks up to the group, staring directly at Hobie “Hobart. My lawyer will contact you.” Y/n pointed to Pavitr, and somehow the teen was in a suit. Hobie chuckled, “Fair enough.” Hobie looked at Gwen “Gwendy. Ya down to be my lawyer?” Gwen shook her head “Nope, your not dragging me into this.” Hobie sighed in defeat “Alrigh’ Miles, see ya in a suit on Tuesday.” Hobie shook said boys shoulders, before running off, leaving the boy no time to complain.
Y/n looked at his boyfriend, tutting his head “Fine. Miles. You wanna play that game? Helping my enemy!” Y/n groaned, pulling shades from seemingly nowhere, while also putting them on “I want my child support by Friday,” Y/n said, striding away, Pavitr shuffling after him, the stuff suit preventing him from running.
Meanwhile, Miles stood shocked “Child support? Wha…what is he talking about!” Gwen shook her head disapprovingly “Come on Miles, don’t play dumb, take responsibility.” She advised before departing, leaving Peter who shook his head as well “Don’t worry kid, we’ve all been there..” Peter smiles, before joining the rest.
“Wha- what are you guys talking about!”
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saturncodedstarlette · 11 months
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Miguel, snarls : You don’t deserve them.
Hobie, holding the confused Y/N tightly in his arms : Go take a bath. You reek of jealousy, mate.
🎞Visual🎞
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gatorbites-imagines · 11 months
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I finished watching the new spiderverse movie- Im OBBSESED with miles M, Miguel and hobie tbh.
Sooo.. if it’s not a problem, could you write hc’s for either miles m, hobie or Miguel please? :)) it’s fine if you don’t want to, I really do not mind <33
Luv youu <3
Miles Morales, Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown
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How about some relationship headcanons for all of them?
Miles Morales
He’s so sweet when you guys are dating. He doesn’t have much to any experience when it comes to dating, so he’s kinda basing it all off of media he’s watched or read, and from what he’s seen between his parents.
He brings you cheesy gifts on your anniversary, like flowers or those really big teddy bears that’s holding a big plush heart. Hed also go out of his way to get your favorite cake or dessert, and if you don’t like sweets, hed get you something else.
He loves kissing, Miles would do that thing where he lifts one of his legs when you kiss, like in the cartoons. The best way to distract him is to kiss his cheeks or lean over and kiss him on the lips. It always makes him lose his train of thought, and makes him cover his face and giggle.
Miles loves holding your hand, you two can always be caught holding hands in one way. Be it by intertwining your fingers, or just locking pinkies when you walk. Its one of the best ways to help ground Miles when he’s stressed, since just feeling you hold his hand helps him focus on something other than stress.
His parents love you, since you are nice and respectful, and never refer to them by their first names, and you make Miles so happy. They’ve seen how mushy Miles gets, and he almost has hearts above his head when he talks about you, so they’re happy that he’s happy.
Miguel O’Hara
Miguel is a little more subtle and quiet about his love for you. He’s a pretty jaded guy, and has a deep fear of losing you. So, when you guys start dating, he might be kinda standoffish or scared of getting close to you, since he fears he would love you too much or somehow scare you away.
Shows his love in quieter ways, like bringing you your favorite drink or letting you lean against his shoulder when you are tired. It would take a while before he would cuddle you back or kiss you on the lips, but Miguel would always kiss you on the forehead or the top of your head.
Is a little insecure about his fangs or claws, since they come right out of the bottom of his fingers and don’t act like normal claws. When he sees you don’t mind though, it helps lighten the insecurity a bit and after a while hed grow comfortable, and would stop hiding them.
When he feels completely safe and secure in your guy’s relationship, you see a whole new side of him. He’s such a secret cuddlebug its insane. Look at him and tell me he isn’t touch starved. And now that he has you, there will be no way for you to escape his strong arms. Don’t get it mixed up though, he’s the little spoon and cuddled against your chest, not you against his.
He always kisses you like you mean the world and the stars to him, like its gonna be your last. This is because a small part of his brain is still constantly scared he will lose you, or that he’s gonna die on missions. Because of these fears he might need some hugs and kisses after missions.
Hobie Brown
Hobie is an easygoing guy, so he wouldn’t make the biggest thing out of you two dating. So, if you are one for big displays of affection of devotion, he wouldn’t be your guy. He likes to keep his love more subtle and on the quiet side, just for you two and no one else.
Would still bring you small gifts, like his guitar picks or a cool shirt or jacket he made for you. He loves when you wear his clothes and will wear yours too if possible. The moment you agreed to date him you pretty much signed up for him raiding your closet for anything he likes. And he probably looks better wearing it than you ever did too.
Isn’t a mushy guy, but still likes to cuddle as much as the next guy. Doesn’t care about being big or little spoon, just wants to get close to you, especially after a long and stressful day, or if you’ve ever gotten hurt in one way or another. Because dating Hobie would probably end up with you getting hurt every now and then, but dating Hobie also means you know how to defend yourself too.
Hobie is the kind of guy to start wearing a chain with a lock on it when you two get serious, it’s the most visible he is with his love for you. He’s also extremely loyal, no one could even catch a smidge of his attention with you around, so you would never have to worry about him cheating.
Writes songs for you and about you, they can get a little cringy sometimes, but you love them anyways. He would also just make up songs on the spot when you guys are doing stuff. Like about how much he loves your hair, or your outfit, or how you smell good today.
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pastelclovds · 11 months
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That Werewolf!Spiderman!Reader had me thinking of a scenario where Reader goes through heat cycles once a year or something so to avoid any accidents they decide to lock themselves away in a cage at Spider Society HQ until their heat cycles ends. Of course as leader Miguel got a key and he may decide to give their resident Werewolf a hole to breed for the meantime to "calm them down."
Like he goes down to the cage, gets in and locks the door behind him, and just lets Werewolf!Reader use him like a sex toy for the next few hours. Once Reader is tuckered out, Miguel limps out and does the same thing the next day until Reader's heat cycle eventually ends.
i can just imagine miguel using the excuse that because he is the leader, he has the responsibility of taking care of your every need. whether it was health, food, exercise and sexual needs, he wanted to be the only one to personally take care of you.
and no one bats an eyes. nobody would ever guess their serious, strong leader to present his lubbed up asshole to you like a whore. Nor would they have guessed that he would let out such loud, uncontrollable moans as your tip continuously abuses his prostate. and they would never know that the miguel o'hara begged to have your knot and warm cum deep inside him, to get him pregnant, to make him take your hard thrusts, to make him cry around your cock like a bitch.
the spider society would never know that miguel is a slut for you.
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yanmaresu · 9 months
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Yandere! ???! Miguel O'hara x Fem! darling // AU
CW: yandere, nonconsensual touching, it is implied a confessionary is going to get used in not the most respectful way, Idk if it counts as blasphemy but well ┐('- ` )┌
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Is he a demon? is he a witch? a nahual? Idk but I watched La leyenda del charro negro when it came out and the whole turning into ashes and fire thing the guy did had an impact in my tender heart back then.
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selfmessages · 11 months
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Miguel O’Hara x reader | reader is referred to as ‘you’
synopsis: he masterbates to you
warnings: gn!reader, masterbation, nsfw[mdmi], sex(not actually), slightly rushed
Miguel can't remember the last time he got laid. It’s pathetic, really. With his looks and build, he could easily get sex from anyone, man or woman. Since he can remember, he’s been using his hand to get any sort of release, stroking his cock to naked bodies with no particular person in mind, but those times are few and far between.
So why? Why is he huddled in his bathroom, fisting his cock, while he has a guest in the other room?
You, of course.
You were the guest in his house, and you were the one he was masterbating to. Miguel isn’t sure when it started; it might’ve been when you first started working for him, all bright-eyed and naive, so painfully eager to work with him, so painfully eager to please him and gain his approval. You weaseled your way into his life and his mind, completely taking over his every thought. If Miguel wasn’t a man of logic and science, he would’ve thought you put a spell on him.
Seriously, what was so goddamn special about you to make him pitch a tent from being in close proximity to you? You had only moved closer to him to show him some research you thought was important, pressing your thigh and shoulder against his.
That. That was all it took for Miguel to abruptly stand up and excuse himself to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he ran his hands down his face, which would’ve been comical if not for the situation he was in. He looked down at his crotch, seeing his embarrassing bulge present.
Miguel let out a heavy sigh. There was no way he could wait for it to go down; it would take too long, and that would make you suspicious. Miguel shook his head in shame and quickly undid his belt buckle, pulling down his pants just enough for his semi-hard cock to spring out.
He stroked it a couple of times, letting it become fully hard. He closed his eyes and sped up his strokes, biting his lip to keep himself quiet. He tried so hard to keep his thoughts ‘clean,’ trying to revert back to his old ways of picturing faceless nude bodies, but to no avail. Every time he tried, the ‘faces’ would morph into yours. He groans, stroking his cock even faster, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
Unfortunately for him, his mind wanders. Images of you flash through his mind, and he can’t stop himself from thinking about how you would moan. What position would be best to take you in? Would his dick even fit in your tiny hole? How fast could he make you cum? Would you ride him? Miguel grips his cock tighter as pre-cum starts to stain his hands.
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He’s over you and fucking you hard. You wrap your arms around his neck as he plows into you. Your back arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head. The sound of your skin slapping together and your moans fill the room. Miguel grips your thighs, pushing them forward too, so he can see his thick cock slipping in and out of your pretty hole.
You can’t help but cry out. "M-Miguel please-!!"
"Shh, don’t cry, you’re taking me so well."
All you can do is moan and mumble incoherent words. He has you completely dumb on his cock. Miguel can’t help but stare at the sight in front of him. Your fucked-out face is truly a sight to behold. Miguel pushes your thighs forward even further, completely folding you in half. He thrusts harder into you as you cry out and clench against him. His thrusts start to get sloppy. He thrusts into you a few more times and-
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Miguel looked down at his hand. It was completely covered in his cum. He swears that was the most he’d ever cum. He looks around the bathroom and sees tiny stars dance around the room. A sharp knock on the door causes him jump. Your voice rings through the silence.
"Mr. O’Hara, are you alright in there?"
God, you were going to be the death of him.
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alligatorstomachacid · 9 months
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Can you feed me some fics please?
Miguel has a size kink and m reader is much taller than him? Fucking Miguel rough and overstimulating him? Pretty please?🥺🥺🥺
For sure! Male!reader, top!reader, Dom!Reader, Bottom!Miguel, Sub!Miguel. Size kink, overstimulation, rough fucking, fucking in the kitchen because I said so. Minors DNI! Fem may interact but do not fetishize my content!
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Miguel's face was pressed into the cold granite counter. Your hand tangled in his messy hair keeping his head down. You're much bigger build towers over him. Your larger build always got him riled up.
Your other hand is gripping his right shoulder for support. Your thrusts are harsh and fast paced, making him cry out. He's getting close to his orgasm, his cock twitching as his mind becomes foggy. He moans as he cums onto the cabinets below the counter. Your constant thrusts don't relent. You continue to fuck him, leaving no time for him to come down from his climax.
Miguel whines and grips onto the counter, his knuckles turning white. Tears well in his eyes as he whimpers. You grin wickedly and bend over him. Your broad chest pressed against his back, reminding him just how much bigger you are compared to him. You lick his neck, causing Miguel to shiver. Tears begin to fall from his eyes. His mouth hangs open, a puddle of saliva and tears begin to form on the counter. You snicker at the sight.
"Poor Miguel~." You coo, gripping the hair in the back of his head and pulling harshly, ripping a moan from his chest. His eyes roll back and he cums again. His legs shake under him, threatening to give out. Miguel shakes his head.
"To big." Miguel groans, referring to your dick. You smile, his comment fueling your pride and the fire burning in your abdomen. You bite the back of his neck, your teeth digging into his tan skin. Miguel is shaking from overstimulated, his brain is jumbled and foggy. He's whimpering and crying. Tears flowing freely down his pink cheeks. Your thrusts are becoming sloppy as you come closer to finishing. You rest your forehead on his strong shoulder as you bury yourself deep in him. You cum, filling him up. Miguel's legs finally give out, you quickly wrap your arms around his waist to keep him from falling.
"Ready for another round?" You whisper into his ear. Miguel closes his eyes and whimpers, knowing it'll be a long night.
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A/N: Sorry this was so short and took so long. I've lost so much motivation to write in general. I'm also not feeling well mentally and physically. I'll put some other fics out when I feel like it. I'm in school and stuff like that, so it'll be a bit.
A/N: Ah! I read the comment and realized the your and you're problem 😭 I'll fix it now, I didn't do a proof read
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havensins · 11 months
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Miguel with a size kink but the opposite way. like you're way shorter than him and he's still so subby, leaning into you and being under your control- loves being teased for it. "Such a whore.. you're so big and still shaking and moaning just from this?" "m- yes, yes, please harder". AAAAAHH
miguel is like 6’7 so it’s safe to say he does tower over you, but that stops absolutely nothing. he would totally love to watch you fuck him in a mirror. it doesn’t matter the position, as long as he could see the way you absolutely tear him apart.
miguel knows to keep his hands obediently behind him as you rail him from behind. the sheets are soaked in tears and his saliva but he could not care less as he turned his head to watch your reflection in the mirror.
it doesn’t help that you’re talking him through it either, he’s a fucking mess. “look at how i’m fucking you, miguel. so tall and big.” you mutter from behind him, eyes locked on the sight of your cock entering and leaving him.
“and yet look at you. shaking and moaning like a whore just from this,” you’d murmur, and his mouth would open and his fangs would drop. “your w-whore! yes, yes ple-ease! harder-r!” he’d whine around his fangs, crying out once more once he feels you use his arms as leverage to fuck him harder.
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slowbison · 10 months
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Could you write reader Fucking Miguel and leaving him full of cum and desperate while having a cage on getting so desperate and needy and then making him go to meetings and patrols
And could it be villain reader
a/n: your mind is yummyyyy, never thought of villain reader. well i kinda did, but ur's activated a deep part of my brain that was like yeahh this one. anyway, hope ya like :]
Bottom! Miguel O'Hara x Villain! Male Reader
words: 2.6k
warnings: humiliation, anal sex, butt plug, chastity device (cock cage), smut
“We really should go out on a date sometime, hm?” You said, rolling your hips with a particularly sharp thrust into the trembling man. The man was bent over a desk, claws gripping the desk and kept spewing out broken cries as you fucked him.
“Please let me cum, I-I can’t take it anymore.. please!” He begged, wailing as you continued to rock in him.
Your eyes darkened and grabbed the back of his head, rubbing his head into the desk. “I warned you Spidey not to be late or I’ll blow up everyone in that damned bank,” You leaned down, snarling in his ear and picked up the pace, fucking him harder into the desk.
Miguel arched his back and a silent cry escaped his mouth, clenching around your cock harder. He could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head as you continued your relentless pace, digging your hand into his head and hips. You groaned at the feeling of his tight ass, sucking you in deeper. “Haha, it’s a good thing that Nueva’s number one whore will do anything to protect them, right darling?”
Shame and arousal coursed within Miguel as you reminded the man how he got to this predicament.
It had been another night of patrolling Nueva York, he was alone this time around which meant his pace of dealing with criminals slowed. During one of his fights, he forgot the arrangement made between you and him on meeting at a specific location. He only realized after the fight, hearing a loud explosion in the distance that you were upset at his delayed arrival. Making his way as fast as he could, he found you standing at the top of a bank, detonator in hand. Spider-Man knew that only the left side of the bank that had no civilian’s was blown and he revealed himself, carefully walking closer to you and the tied up woman at his feet.
“Oh! Spider-Man, so good of you to finally join us,” You sneered at him, stepping over the hostage under your foot.
“V/n, let the girl go. It’s me that you want, not her.”
You huffed at the man and picked up the woman off the floor by her hair, shoving the detonator in her face. She cried harder and screamed every time the button was slightly pressed up against her cheek, desperately staring at the hero. “Unfortunately, I’m not interested in pets that refuse orders” You spoke plainly, moving your hand to the woman’s face, gripping it in your palm. “Maybe I should take this one and train it properly, hm? She’d make a fine slut don’t you think?” You purred, wiping the woman’s tears away with your thumb as she cried harder.
Miguel was about to take another step before you angrily jabbed the detonator in his direction.
“One more fucking step and everyone blows up right now, stay back.” You hissed, the woman began to tremble more and pleaded to be let go. “Look what you’ve done Spidey! The poor lamb is so scared”
“You can do anything you want with me, just let her go V/n.”
“Anything?” You mused.
“Heh, fine then. Catch,” You laughed, shoving the detonator in the woman's mouth and throwing her off the building. Miguel jumped to save her, wrapping his arms around her and landed on the floor. Taking the device out of her mouth, quickly disarming it before looking back up, only to find you had disappeared.
Gritting his teeth, Miguel went to chase after you, leaving the woman and the police force to handle the rest of the situation. He caught up to you, jumping from rooftops and hovering cars before slipping through an alleyway.
Still hot on your tail, Miguel clawed on the walls of the alley, but felt a strong tug on his foot that slammed him into an old abandoned office, a dark snicker coming from above him. Miguel felt his anger rising and began trading blows with you. Punching you square on the face while you kicked at his side, watching as he tumbled into a corner. He growled, claws protruding as he pounced at you once more, blocking his claws with your knife.
The fight continued for some time, both of men bleeding from cuts and bruised from the battle. You had the hero’s chest pinned against the desk and arms clasped in your grip, rutting against his ass, groaning at the feeling. Miguel returning your grinding with his own, stifled a low whine behind his clenched teeth hoping to stop any noises from escaping. You laughed at his attempt to stop himself from giving you the pleasure that he enjoyed your toying.
“Why hide that you’re enjoying this slut? If you give me your ass, I could do much more than just this, darling” You cooed, giving him a particular strong thrust, a small whine slipping past his lips.
“Or should I disable it for you?”
Miguel craned his neck to look at you and tensed, before the pixels covering his ass dissipated, revealing that he had nothing on underneath. You grinned, slithering your hand from his arms to grab a handful of his cheeks. “Not even wearing anything decent underneath, you really love to give easy access to anyone that promises to fuck you” You said, kneading the mound in your hands then slapping it, repeating the action a few more times. Each slap eliciting a small groan or moan that got progressively louder as you hit harder.
“Don’t mind if I do then, doll.”
Was all Miguel remembered as for the next few minutes you began your assault on him. Eating and pounding his ass into the hard desks while he tried, but failed to maintain some dignity as if he wasn’t just some shameless whore moaning and begging for one of the city's notorious villains. Leading to the current situation where he’s been begging to cum after you’ve denied his requests multiple times, citing that he should just be a good whore and take what he gets.
Your breath hitched as you mercilessly pounded into him, soon to reach your own pleasure. Miguel let out a wanton cry as his vision turned white, body trembling, trying to contain his desire to cum all over the desk. The sight of how the man squirms underneath you spurs you on, balls tighten as you fucked into him as roughly as you could.
Miguel begging slurred as he barely managed any coherent word. Leading to the quivering man’s orgasm wrenched from him with a drawled moan, spilling all over the desk with some dripping to the floor. Realizing that he failed to adhere to your command, he clenched around your shaft in hopes for your forgiveness.
You grit your teeth at the action and thrusted harder, slamming into the man continuously then stilled as your cum coated his walls. Letting out a deep groan as emptied inside, determined to fill him full. Miguel pitifully whined at the feeling, even more so when you left. You returned with a plug in your hand and eased it into him, hearing him softly groan at the intrusion.
Miguel began to catch his breath, loosening his grip on the desk now that he no longer needed to hold on for life at the force of your thrusts.
“Oh don’t relax just yet doll, we’re not done here” You grinned, flipping him on his back. Miguel didn’t put up a fight as you manhandled him, only getting curious when he felt cold metal encase his flaccid cock.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Miguel hissed at the cold feeling, lifting his body off the desk to get a better look.
“I’ve decided to extend our little session together Spidey, extending your punishment” You muttered, adjusting the chastity device around his cock, a pleased hum as it fit perfectly. The man grabbed your other hand that held the key and met his gaze.
“I have no use for a pet that doesn’t listen to orders, much less one that disobeys” You stated, grabbing the man’s face. His mask hid his expression, but you could feel his conviction from your words. Releasing your hand from his grasp and over his caged dick, aligning the key at the top with the lock. “So then, will you accept your punishment and wait for orders or do I have to use extreme measures?” You spoke lowly, bored eyes staring into the hero.
Miguel bit his lip in thought, “If I wear that, don’t terrorize the city for the week, promise that.”
“Trying to set demands with me? You really need to know your place” You tutted, giving him a sly smile before continuing, “Fine, since you’re the best free slut in this city.” You chuckled darkly and slipped the key into the lock, pocketing the key.
“Clean yourself up, your little spider friends should be arriving soon. Be good until then, pet.” You warned, escaping through a door, leaving the man to make himself presentable before he could be caught. Just as he was about finished, the wall busted open as the Scarlet Spider and Spider Woman arrived.
“That was a perfect dramatic entrance, now where’s the V/n.  I’ll trap him with my amazing biceps, maybe get some work in with my quads, while you back me up.” Ben rasped, flexing his arms and scanned around the room.
“He got away,” Miguel snapped, turning to leave, a slight limp noticeable as he walked.
“You alright there? Seems like he had you good if you're walking like that” Jess asked, watching as the man tensed and straightened his back. “You can ride with me if you want.”
“No thanks, I’m fine. Let’s just get back to HQ and finish up the meeting for today” Miguel said, jumping out of the wall. He groaned as he could feel the plug nested so deeply inside and grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning.
Ben huffed, upset that there wasn’t going to be any action and followed behind, Jess riding along besides him.
Once at headquarters, Miguel could barely think straight as he desperately tried not to think about how full he felt with your cum still warm. He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to let out a needy whine in front of everyone. Worse when he felt his dick twitching at the thought yet was confined in its cage. It served to remind him of how he was under your mercy and only you could decide to give him relief. Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, helplessly trying to will his boner away while a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.
“You alright Miguel? If it’s about V/n, we’re sure to catch him next time buddy.” Peter softly spoke, Mayday tilting her head at the anguished expression on his face. Not wanting to draw more attention to himself, he calmly stated to the father, “I’m fine Peter, I’ll handle it on my own.”
Peter wanted to say more, but Miguel stood and walked to the front of the office to give an overview of the current state of the multiverse. He had hoped it would distract him from any thoughts surrounding V/n and how he wanted nothing more than to track down the man, kneeling at his feet.
The sentiment continued as he returned back to the city on patrol, hoping to find the villain as he could feel his cock stirred in its cage. He wasn’t alone this time and was joined by the Spectacular Spider-Man much to his chagrin. They had heard a man’s terrified screams that led them to a group of thugs giving him a beat down.
Miguel and the young Peter Parker had assumed that it would be a relatively simple job as they were just average thugs. But as the fight continued with only two down and three more to go, they realized they were much tougher than anticipated. Still, nothing they can’t handle. Then they heard a deep, menacingly laugh coming from above, one that Miguel knew all too well.
“V/n!” Miguel and Peter yelled. Watching the man smile and bowed to greet his audience.
“Pleasure to be of service, though I’m only interested in one of you spiders yelling my name.” You purred, eyes locking onto Miguel’s, even if you couldn’t see his eyes.
“Boss! Don’t worry about these guys, I’ll take care of them” Peter said as he threw one of the henchmen into the wall. “You chase after him! I’ll take care of the guy who's hurt too.”
Miguel nodded and crawled up to the roof, chasing after the man once more. A mixture of anger that his heroic side wanted to capture you and put you in prison where you belong, but an overwhelming desire to continue where they left off.
He watched as you turned the corner and slipped into an opened window. Carefully coming up to the small entrance, he squeezed in and stood inside the apartment. There was rustling coming from a door down the hall and silently crept towards the noise. Peering into the door was V/n lighting a candle with a match and flicking the dead stick into a corner, a pleasant aroma filling the air.
“It’s good that it’s just you here, I’d hate for us to be rudely interrupted” You said, turning the lamp on the dresser on before sitting on the chair across from the bed. Miguel disabled his location and sent a quick message to young Peter not to worry about him. He was about to walk into the room when you shook your head, tutting your lips at him.
“Crawl,” You demanded.
Miguel was apprehensive about doing such a degrading act, but with his cock starting to beg for the man’s attention, the pain and arousal of being trapped in a cage swept over him. You pat your thigh as he slowly get's down on his hands and knees, crawling to you. He felt so humiliated even if there was no one around, making him clench around the plug.
Once he was nestled between your legs, you murmured a gentle “Good boy” and softly petted his head, as if he was your loving pet, a dog begging for attention. Clasping your hand at the back of his head, you shoved his face into your dick bulging in your pants. Miguel felt part of his anger reignite, wanting to curse you out in Spanish, but his body betrayed him and a low whine emerged from his throat.
Pixels dissipated from his mask, allowing only his mouth available and began to mouth at your cock, hoping to please you. It only fueled his embarrassment and shame as he kept letting out needy moans, acting like some cheap whore for a man who should be put behind bars.
You chuckled at his pathetic state and watched as the man who denied that he enjoys being treated as such, didn’t even realize he began to hump your leg. Moving his head away, you unbuckle your belt and pull your cock free from his restraints, something the man longed for as well.
“C’mon then” you paused, watching Miguel look up at you. Behind the mask covering his eyes, you could feel his lustful gaze through it and grinned, licking your lips.
“Get back to work, whore.”
You were going to have fun breaking him.
a/n: not all that sure if anyone would be exactly interested, but part of V/n was inspired by the Joker. but like fanfiction joker, if that makes sense which prolly doesn’t. the types where he’s like crazy but like doing just enough to keep the villain title going so Batman keeps going for him. well at least from the ones I’ve read, heheh.
up next: reader request! leon s kennedy x top male reader. leon and reader, top of the academy students and fierce rivals. must learn to work together to rescue ashley from the insane cult. god bless her soul if she's got to deal with those angry horny dogs.
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inkykodo · 11 months
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Love Game
Pairing: Dom!Miguel Ohara x Sub!male Reader
Warning: This fanfic contains smut and is intended for AMAB readers. mentions of Rough sex, Teasing, bareback and use of sex toys will be in this fanfic. Be advised
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(A/n: i thought of the title because i was listening to lady gaga's song "Love game" after writing this fic LMAO)
After losing a bet with Mr O'Hara, you now owe him a favor. (y/n) doesn't know when he'll use that favor or what he'll make you do. you just know deep inside its something dangerous. "(Y/n) about that bet..." Miguel catches him off guard as you try to think of what to do when the time eventually comes. As you snap out of it he realizes that the time is now, before he can process the situation Miguel grabs you by the arm and pulls you in a utility closet. "Get ready for a challenge cariño... this won't be easy but oh well... who said it was in the first place?" Miguel plasters a smug smile on his face as he pulls out a vibrator. "Wait- Miguel I-" Miguel places a finger on your lips; his long and rough fingers stopping your protest as he unbuckles your belt. "I won fair and square..." Miguel lets out a rumbling growl as he squeezes your thigh. Your mind flashes back to the night before; A busy pub where people spend their night to drink and relax, Miguel sits down beside you and orders a drink. You pay him no mind as you continue to drink away your sorrows.
"Rough day huh?" Miguel nods and grabs a drink before taking a swig of his whiskey. My eyes turn to the huge and buff man, my eyes carefully analyzing his bulk body; I take a another gulp of my drink and answer his question with a groggy voice. "Mhm! right on..." My body slumps over as i raise my glass beckoning the barkeep for another drink. "woah... slow down there buddy" Miguel chuckles taking his drink into his mouth. I side eye him raising a brow "Hey- you know what, I challenge you to a drinking contest big guy!" as I challenge Miguel to a drink he scoffs and turns towards me, his fingers gently placed on my chin, "I dont think youd handle it little boy" My cheeks deepens in color as your talons flex under my skin. "We'll see about that!" you pull away breaking Miguel's gentle touch, (y/n) takes Miguel's whiskey and chugs it down. (Y/n) slams it down on the table; He lets out an audible exhale as the strong liquid travels down to his stomach, burning his tongue and warming his insides. He looks up at Miguel, his eyes widen in surprise he didn't expect such a guy to take in a strong whiskey that easily. After a while you were both spent but neither would give up; on the verge of liver failure and organ shutdown you finally yield and throw up inside one if the toilets stalls. When you finally wake up, your head is banging inside your skull; you realize you took it to far and went black out drunk.
Snap back to the present and now you're now face to face with the intimidating man you challenged. you realize what you've gotten yourself into; and you're clearly starting to regret your decisions. "So, what say you (y/n)?" Miguel's lips curl into a malicious smile as he places the vibrator in front of you. with no choice you are forced to face the challenge presented by Miguel himself. (Y/n) owly nods his head; as Miguel See's your timid response he wastes no time as he flips you around grabbing a packet of lube and ripping it open; Miguel slathers the lube on his calloused hand and he rubs lubricant on the vibrator he slowly inserts it inside (y/n)'s ass. you shiver as the cold liquid touched your soft anal walls. As Miguel finished inserting it in, you feel it directly pressing against your prostate; the sheer amount of pleasure driving you mad. Miguel's hands begin to roam and explore your body. his rough and calloused hands move up your shirt as he feels around your bare chest glistening with sweat from how Miguel is pressing up against (y/n). "You're my dirty little secret, Mi amor" his hot breath hitting the back of your neck as he presses the vibrator deeper into (y/n)'s ass; crushing your prostate. Miguel enjoys your reaction as he watches you squirm and writhe in pleasure below him. "Only i know how good it feels when you're beneath me, begging for more" as (y/n) begins to grind his hips against the vibrator, pressing against Miguel's crotch trying desperately to bury it deeper down his guts; Miguel suddenly pulls your pants up and smacks your ass. the sudden slap making you yelp in surprise. "Behave... you dont want me to lose control trust me." Miguel says in a stern and cold manner as he tries to keep his reserved and stoic appearance.
Miguel smacks his (y/n)'s once more, the vibrator jumping inside as you jolt from Miguel's harsh slap on your rear. Miguel leaves and you follow soon after. you walk down the hall and greet the other spidermen and spiderwomen normally as if nothing is out of the ordinary. but little do they know you secretly have a vibrator shoved up your ass directly pressing against your most sensitive areas. you hastily make your way to the lab and sit down; (y/n) gasps as it presses down on my prostate squeezing it, you slump over your desk. (y/n)'s huge boner looking at you begging for release. your co worker looks at you with concern, "you okay man?" you snap your head back up as you look at him with a smile and (y/n) nods instantaneously "yup i just didn't get enough sleep haha" you chuckle awkwardly. "i better get up better and go get coffee!" your coworker awkwardly laughs back as he looks at you hearing a faint buzzing sound. he looks up wondering if the lights above were broken... you makes your way to the vending machine; (y/n)'s breathing becomes heavy as he tucks his huge erection to his waist band; after he has slightly calmed down he chooses a coffee. unbeknownst of Miguel's arrival, He sees (y/n) getting coffee. Miguel seemed curious and enticed as he knows you have a vibrator inside your ass. with the remote in Miguel's hand. he takes it out and press vibrate. Miguel leans next to a wall as he looks at you, Miguel sees you frantically looking around spotting if anyone saw you flinch in an unnatural way. the buzzing of the vibrator combined with the pleasure of it pressing against your tight anal walls distracts you from finding Miguel. you grab the coffee and start to drink it. as you slowly placed the cup on your lips, it goes even faster; your legs begin to shake as the vibrations move like the waves of an earthquake inside you. (y/n) jolts forward and crosses his legs. you grab a nearby chair and boom. bad choice because as you sits down its not only pressing against your prostate its digging even deeper into you.
Miguel watches (y/n) from afar, enjoying the way he's squirming and fidgeting as the vibrator works its magic on him. He can see the way (y/n)'s breathing is getting heavier and more labored, and he knows that you're getting close to the edge.
He presses the vibrate button even harder, the buzzing sound growing louder and more intense. you jolts forward in your chair, crossing your legs as the pleasure courses through your body. Miguel can't resist any longer. Miguel calls (y/n)'s phone; it suddenly buzzes in your pocket. you gasp softly as you thought the vibration is about to get much worse. you answer the call from Miguel and put the phone close to your ear.
"You like that, mi amor?" he whispers, the rumbling of his deep husky voice sending shivers down (y/n)'s spine. "You like having that vibrator deep inside you, making you feel so good?"
You turn around and see Miguel looking at you with lust and desire in his eyes. You shift in your seat as you try to contain your desire for him. "What's wrong cariño? something caught your tail?" Miguel stares straight at you as people walk by between the lobby area; the air wrapping your tense body as it begins to shake. the vibrations becoming too much to bear, your chest rises and falls while he maintains eye contact with Miguel; he looks at you smirking and enjoying the way you shake before him. In a blink of an eye he's gone and something catches your attention, something grabs your hand and pulls you to a dark corner of the building. Realizing it was Miguel who caught you, your eyes widen in relief as you thought he was gonna take it out. "Miguel.... i cant take this... s'too much.." you cling to Miguel's shoulder as your words become slurred and diminished. pleading for release, you beg before Miguel to take it out and instead put his cock in; Miguel ignores (y/n)'s cries of pleasure; paying no heed to your sobbing, Miguel just quiets you down by kissing you. your movements get sloppier and shakier as your legs are on the verge of giving up. "fuck... Miguel..." (y/n) calls out his name in desperation.
"I know it feels intense, mi amor, but just hold on a little longer," he whispers, his lips hovering over (y/n)'s plump kissers. "I promise you won't regret it."
Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pressing the vibrator harder and harder, watching you as you squirm and moan louder with euphoria. He knows that you're on the verge of exploding, and he's not about to let you off the hook yet.
Finally, Miguel relents and takes out the vibrator. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the pressure ease, but before you can catch your breath, he replaces it with his thick, pulsing cock....
Miguel slowly pushes inside you, the sensations building as he feels his girth stretching you open.you yell in ecstacy as Miguel's tip makes its way into the insides of your soft anal walls. you can feel your guts slowly molding itself to the shape of Miguel's cock; as you presses himself against the wall, Miguel leans in and bites your neck while humping you like a wild animal. "After this, you'll come to me begging for more. your insides will remember the shape of my cock." Miguel's hot breath against the bare of your skin sends shivers down your spine. Miguel grunts and plunges himself deeper into your ass abusing your poor prostate. With each deep, powerful thrust, you feels your pleasure building higher and higher, "I want to see you cum, mi amor. I want to watch you lose control and explode all over me," Miguel says, his voice thick with lust and desire. (y/n) can't hold back any longer. he lets out a primal scream as he cums hard, your body shaking with the force of your own orgasm.
Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pounding into you even harder, driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Finally, he can't hold back any longer. He pulls suddenly pulls out and shoots his hot, sticky cum all over your back, marking you as his own. "You're mine now, mi amor. Mine to play with and pleasure however I want," he says, his voice low and seductive. you breathe heavily unable to register Miguel's words from what you just experienced. you felt like you were taken to heaven and back. Miguel chuckles and cleans you up before he takes your hand and brings you to the clinic to get some rest.
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lieutnt · 10 months
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miguel deserves to get his ass railed senselessly.
thank you for coming to my Ted talk 😌🫶
Miguel whose thighs are burning, trembling with the effort of keeping himself up as he tries to ride you, his pace sloppy, erratic - unpleasurable for you both. He doesn’t know how long he’s been at it, head fogged with desire and the want to keep going, but his body isn’t listening, and eventually he has to stop completely, barely able to lift himself up again. 
He thinks nothing of it when your hands drift down his thighs, your attempt at reassurance he assumes, but then you’re hooking your hands around the backs of his knees to pull him forward, and drawing your knees up and planting your feet on the bed. 
He’s about to question you, but any coherent string of thought is knocked from his head when you thrust up, sending Miguel scrambling to grapple onto you for support. He can’t get a word out, mouth spitting out garbled groans and moans as you pound into him, and all he can do is hold on, eyes fluttering shut at the insistent press of your cock deep inside, your pace harsh and rough, just how he wanted.
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diejager · 11 months
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“Mi cielo,” he cooed, lips pressing onto the softness of your cheek.
His palm cradled your head, fingers smoothing your hair as you squirmed under him, held softly by the hip. he whispered sweet words into your ears, bracing his broad chest against yours. His warmth filled you, gentle hands moving to appease you, to protect you from an unseen enemy.
He, bathed in gold, stared into your eyes, his warm browns swimming in red, a crimson as dark as the ichor that flowed in your body - the one he sought out in hunger and pleasure. He held you as if you were made of glass, a fragile thing he feared breaking, his tesoro. They captivated you, the slow resurgence of red into his eyes, shining with adoration, as if you painted the stars in the heavens.
He had as much weight in your heart as you did in his, his whole being, a creature of sin and regret; of danger and pleasure; of love and promise. He was all and more. Your lips met halfway, embracing him without carnal desires, showing him the love he deprived himself of. He needed you as much as you needed him.
His teeth nipped at your lower lip, pointed fangs nicking the thin surface of your lip. Blood dripped in drops, a slow decent onto his laving tongue, hot and sensual. You moaned his name, beckoning him closer with the tilt of your head, baring your neck to him. You could hear him gulp, eyes flashing before he indulged in his desires. The velvetness of his lips mouthing at your jaw, sliding down your throat and back up to your shoulder while placing kisses, wet and featherlight on you.
He lapped the muscle between your neck and shoulder, sucking the spot purple before he deemed it enough, your body lax and unmoving beneath him. In a moment, after he placed a warning peck, his teeth sunk into you, long, sharp fangs ripping into you and digging into your meat. He held onto you tighter when you gasped in his ear, calling out his name in a wanton cry.
He drank and drank, slow gulp after slow gulp, reveling in the taste of your blood on his tongue. You were burning, your heat moving through your blood as he pulled away, leaping every drop. He couldn’t waste a single bead of crimson, the heavenly and nourishing taste of endearment laced with pleasure.
“You did well, mi vida,” he hushed, kissing the sourness of the fresh wound, another one that would join the old, scarred times you let him feed from you. “Thank you.”
A codependency - he would think - of you and your entire being, wanting to feed off your blood and presence. He would take as much as you’d give him, as much as you could, even if it were to be a single drop or a few seconds of your life, he would take it with open arms. An addiction or an obsession of you, perhaps something more nefarious, impacting yours and his life. There was some truth, how he was dependent on you, how vastly different he was with you than the other, how much you mattered to him.
He was neither boss nor Spider-man to you, he could be whatever he wished for, whatever he wanted to be, whoever he wanted or was. From your lips, neither words left you in a gasp or sigh, only a soft, loving admonition to him, painted in the red that dripped from your neck and onto his tongue.
“Miguel.”
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