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l1tw1ck · 6 months

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Newlyweds

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!male reader

🕷️Word Count: 1,947🕷️

[Part One] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Menstruation (No Period Sex), Lingerie, Dom/Sub, Daddy Kink, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Impregnating, Mating Press, Lactation Mention, Praise Kink

Miguel wakes up with pain. A lot of pain. Along with discomfort and the familiar feeling and smell of blood. Of course he starts his period unexpectedly in your bed. Not only that but he has cramps and a hangover. Great way to start the morning. He hopes you at least have advil. He taps your shoulder and wakes you up.

“What's wrong?” You ask, noticing that it's still pretty early in the morning.

“I’m on my period.” He frowns. “Sorry…about your sheets.”

“Don't apologize, it's not your fault. Do you need anything? Food, meds, something hot?” You get out of the bed. Miguel shakily gets out as well.

“A shower would be nice…and some ibuprofen? Or advil?”

“No problem. Luckily for you, I have some pads or tampons you can use. I keep them for when family visits. Do you use a heating pad? I have one of those too.”

“Yeah, a heating pad would be helpful.” He nods. “I prefer pads.”

“Okay, go ahead and get in the shower, I’ll leave some clothes out for you to wear. Oh, and you’ll need to eat something too. Is there anything you prefer?”

“Whatever you can make is fine.”

“Alright, I'll get everything you need. Take as long as you want in the shower.”

.....

Miguel gets out of the shower and walks into your room. The bed is stripped and the bloody parts are being soaked in a cleaning mixture. He hopes he didn't ruin your mattress. He looks at the pair of boxers you left for him and frowns. It's no surprise that you don't have any panties, why would you? But wearing pads with boxers isn't very….safe. It's a good thing the two of you are neighbors, he’ll have to ask you to get him a pair of underwear. He pulls up the boxers half way and applies the pad, praying that it’ll do the job, and pulls it up completely. He puts on your shirt, happy that it's big on him, and puts on the pair of shorts.

He walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hey..”

“Hey! There’s the meds.” You point to the bottle of ibuprofen and cup of water next to it. “I’m making pancakes. How do you like ‘em?”

“With butter and syrup.” Miguel looks at the medicine bottle and concludes that he’ll thankfully only have to take one. He hates taking pain medication because of the risks but they're unbelievably helpful. He sighs, putting a pill in his mouth and swallowing it with water.

“...Hey, at least you're not pregnant yet.” You smile sheepishly.

Miguel chuckles. “We should probably start planning for when I actually am pregnant.”

“Yeah…I’ll have to start packing my things soon, right? I don't want Gabriella to have to worry about moving her stuff here.”

He appreciates how you consider his daughter too. “That’d be the best way.”

“At least we're neighbors, that’ll make the process much easier.”

“That reminds me…can you…can you go to my house and get me a pair of panties? They're specifically made for periods…I have a box of period stuff in my closet, you’ll know it when you see it. I’d go myself but-”

“Don't worry about it, babe. I’ll get it for you. After you eat, you can go lay down in the guest bedroom, I already put the heating pad in there. If you want, I’ll pick Gabi up and bring her here.”

“Please. Thank you so much.”

“Of course.” You kiss his forehead.

Gabi walks up to your car, confused. “Why are you picking me up?”

“Your dad’s feeling sick so he asked me to come get you.”

“Oh. Is papá okay?”

“Yeah, he's fine. He’s just on his period.” You nod. “Come on, get in.”

Gabriella grimaces, feeling bad for her dad. She gets into the backseat and buckles her seatbelt.

“So…What do you think about coming to my place and eating dinner with me and your dad?”

Gabriella grins. “Are you gonna cook?”

“Of course! Whatever you want.”

“Then…Can you make burgers? I haven't had a burger in soo long! Papá sucks at cooking and he thinks fast food burgers are made of rat meat!”

You laugh. “Sure thing. What kind of burger? And do you want fries too? I can make ‘em from scratch.”

Her eyes widen. “Really? I love fries! And I really wanna try a bacon cheeseburger!”

“You got it, Gabi.”

“You’re so good at cooking! I wish Papà could cook like you.” Gabriella wipes her face clean.

“Hey! I can cook just fine, Gabi!”

“Then how come we had to order takeout the other night because you made green goop?”

“Green goop?” You look at Miguel, grinning.

“It was supposed to be green, okay?!”

“Mhm~” You hum in a sarcastic tone. “Maybe I need to save Gabi from your horrible cooking.”

“Please! You guys should get married. Then you can cook us dinner all the time!”

You look at Miguel.

Miguel looks at you and nods. “Well…Actually, mija…”

She looks at him curiously.

“We are getting married.” He can't hide his happiness.

Her entire face lights up. “Really?!” She puts her game down and stands up. “Am I really gonna get an hermanito now?!”

“Yes, mija.” Miguel chuckles.

“When are you gonna order them?!”

“...Order?” You raise an eyebrow.

“You know, go to the stork postal service and order a baby!”

You and Miguel look at her, dumbfounded.

“What?” She frowns.

“Mija…We need to teach you where babies really come from..”

After the horrifying explanation (which was actually very tame compared to the talk Miguel’s parents gave him), Gabriella accepted the fact that babies are in fact not delivered by storks. Miguel doesn't even know where she got that from.

Now she's started to see you as the second father you’ll soon become. Rather than using your name, she calls you dad. It makes you happy to know she's so accepting of you as her father. She invites you to her soccer games and school events and of course you show up to everything you can. She loves that she has two parents. It's so comforting to see the two of you in the bleachers while she's playing. And now it's a lot less likely for her to be alone at events. If Miguel’s working, you usually show up and vice versa.

And of course she’ll be the maid of honor at your wedding. She’s almost more excited about the wedding than the two of you are.

Miguel walks down the aisle, holding a beautiful bouquet of red and blue roses. He looks gorgeous. You can't wait for your honeymoon.

He walks up to you and gets into place.

“You look beautiful.” You smile at him.

“Thank you..” He replies, bashful.

You’re lost in Miguel’s beauty for the entire ceremony, only paying attention to when it's time to exchange rings, say your vows, and say “I do.”

You go in to kiss Miguel, sad that you can only peck him on the lips. You don't want to traumatize all the children with a french kiss. You pick him up and carry him bridal style.

“Do you wanna stay?” You ask.

“I wanna make our baby.” He says.

You nod and start running towards the jet you rented. Everyone in the crowd watches in shock as you abandon the wedding. Miguel throws his bouquet and a ton of people scramble to grab it. Thankfully for you two, Gabriella is staying with her grandparents so you can escape to your honeymoon without worry.

Miguel walks out of the bathroom, dressed in a beautiful lingerie set. A red lacy bra and panties along with matching stockings with garters to hold them up.

You hurry over to him. “You look amazing.” You grope his ass and give him a soft kiss. “Lay down.”

Miguel gets onto the bed and lies down, waiting for your next move. You grab his thighs and kneel in front of the bed, pulling him close to you. There's a gap in his panties for easy access. You press kisses along his thighs, occasionally sucking and biting them. You move to his pussy, pressing a kiss against his erect t-dick. He twitches in response. You bring it into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.

“Fu- fuck–” He moans, curling his toes. He throws his head back and gasps as you start sucking him off while simultaneously slipping two of your fingers inside him. Miguel arches his back, moans getting increasingly louder as you finger him. “God yes–” He grins. “‘M gonna come-”

You pull away from him, still working his insides with your fingers. “What do you say, Miguel?”

“Pl- please~ please let me come, Daddy~”

“Good boy.” You go back to sucking on his dick. Miguel shakes as he squirts, drenching you in his pleasure. You lick up his slick before pulling away. “Tell me when you're ready.” You stand up and take your clothes off.

“I’m ready..” He moves backwards and spreads his folds with two of his fingers. “Please breed me, Daddy..”

You smirk. You climb onto the bed and align your length with his hole. Miguel watches intently as you slowly ease yourself inside him. The two of you watch as a bulge appears in his stomach the further you go in. “You're gorgeous, Miguel.” You run your hands up his body and grope his breasts. “You’ll let me get a taste once you start lactating, right?”

Miguel smiles. “Just a taste.”

You bring him into a deep kiss and inch yourself further inside him. Miguel gently moves his hips once he feels you bottom out, desperate to have you fuck him. You part from the kiss and move to his neck, lightly kissing his skin. “I love you.” You murmur before pulling away. You grab his legs and move him into a mating press. Miguel barely has time to process what you just did thanks to your sudden and rough thrusts. He grabs onto your shoulders, nails digging into your skin, and moans loudly as you properly breed his pussy. He can barely keep his eyes focused but just glimpsing upon your aroused expression makes his heart race even faster. It perfectly displays how much you love him and how good he's making you feel. He happily listens to your breathy words of praise and your low sounds of pleasure, falling deeper in love with you as the two of you completely tie yourselves together forever. He’s never been happier.

He already feels himself reaching his orgasm. “‘M clo- oh- close~!” He cries out. “Fuck-” He gasps, suddenly coming. He digs deeper into your skin when he feels you slow down. “Don’t- don’t you dare stop-” He almost growls at you. You take that as a warning and resume your previous pace. He manages to stay sane even as you continue to fuck his sensitive cunt, all for the sake of feeling you impregnate him. Just that is enough to give him strength to keep going.

“You're doing so- so good, Miguel.” You let out a low sound of pleasure. “Such a good boy for me..”

He moans happily.

“And you feel so fucking good..” Your breathing becomes more labored. “Making me come so fast with your tight pussy-” You groan, stopping as you fill him up with your first load of the night. He feels euphoric as your cum invades his insides.

“More…” He looks up at you with the cutest expression.

“I won't stop until I’m shooting blanks, baby.”

Miguel grins. He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you and your kids.

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charliesgoodboy · 11 months

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★miguel o'hara x male reader(sfw)

★genre: fluff/crack

★warning(s): none

★a/n: i thought this would be a lil cute thing to just leave on my acc, soooooo here take it bro

miguel was quite a complicated guy, many knew that much he's been through a shit load and he just always has a look on his face, a look like he really didn't have an interest in what anyone was saying.

to add it all up, he's a grumpy guy. a very grumpy guy it's a miracle if you ever make him smile. a few, especially peter b. and his baby daughter have tried countless times but he barely ever cracked a smile or a smirk even.

now for you, you could say you were somewhat closer to him than others. you were aloud to be around him more outside of working or any dimension crap that needed to be dealt with.

and even around you he'd barely crack a smile yet you found yourself to be quite a funny person, hilarious even. and put of all the attempts others have tried to make him even laugh have all failed. miserably.

though today was a boring day, there wasn't really much work to be done. some people were back home, and others just hung out like you, miguel, and jess had been doing.

but you were just staring into soace as miguel and jess had been doing there own thing until something you thought was a little funny popped into your mind.

"hey hey, miguel." he didn't turn around, but you knew he was still paying attention. "hm." "why do cannibals never eat clowns?" jess started to listen in a little as well wanting to see what you had to say.

miguel huffed a little continuing what he was doing, "why?" you started to laugh a little jus thinking about it, "because they taste funny." it was a small moment of silence before you heard a small chuckle, well thats what it sounded like to you.

"jess, was that you?" jess shakes her head, "my laugh ain't that deep." she answered already knowing who it was, and she slightly gestured her head to miguel.

"it was you!" miguel shook his head denying it, "no it wasn't, you're crazy." you scoffed hearing this, "i am not crazy, i heard you!" you start to scooch closer to him examining his face for a while,

there was no sign of any type of laughter really just his same straight face. "miguel i know it was you who laughed im not crazy," "nope." rolling your eyes you look back at jess than him, "deny it all you'd like! you know it was funny."

'course he did, if he wasn't all mysterious and scary looking he would have burst out laughing. "the joke was dumb, no one would have laughed at that." "but you did." he shook his head, "i did not."

he did. and he knew that. the joke was just really stupid. but like hell he'd ever admit that he laughed at it, even a little bit.

don't worry your a very funny person he laughed and he knows itttt @esthxio @gaybitchfx @secretivemessenger @reallyromealone / @rome-alone @vyloy @bloodyfennec @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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yourlocalstranger123 · 10 months

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||Mermaid Miguel||

Artist: NikSaf (or NikSaf_art) app: Twitter

Note: I'm using a translator for Spanish. You can correct me if you want. [The way I made this fic so random]

When it said: "I can't eat raw fish" (but, for sure, we're gonna eat some raw fish 🤭) [help. I'm being held hostage by my friend unless I type this. Help]

Part 2 —

Honestly. You were just on a small land, but enough resources to live at least. You're the only person who lives there, but some people visit left and right sometimes. You had a very calm and peaceful life until you accidentally....fish out a VERY big....fish?

You dragged him up even though he was a little heavy with both of your arms hooked with his or just. Straight up carrying him princess style. (Or even dragging him by the tail)

You. Were. Stunned.....you fished out a Merman?! Honestly, you thought mermaids were just fairytales, but I guess not since you're seeing one right now! (Damn, but this one is a hot lookin fish— I mean. Merman)

You were panicking. Should you run? Or check if it's alive? Ask him if he's ok? Wait. Can he even speak english? Or can he even speak at all??? While you were in the abyss of your thoughts, the unknown merman just stared at you.

When you finally collected your thoughts, you felt water spashing on you, well. Not that much. It's more like sprinkling since he's just shaking his hair from the water. He suddenly backed away from you, claws open. (Wait....fish has claws?—)

You put both of your hands in the air as a sign of peace. Not wanting to be looked as a threat. He tilted his head and just slowly backed away, slipping back into the water. Welp, that's gonna be the last time you'll ever see such a beauty again.

You laid there, fishing rod in your hand as you wait for a fish to pull on the string. Basking in the sunlight in such comfort that you could fall asleep if it wasn't for a certain stare burning a hole through you...

Miguel frowning as he watched you just sitting there. Not even bothering to look who was staring at you and just letting them. (Him)

He wonders why you're just. There. You don't even bother going back to that place called a city. You just. Stayed. He's been actually stalking watching you for a while. Waiting for the moment for you to leave to make his heart stop racing and ache.

But not for a single moment, you never left. He even tried many tactics to make you leave, like leaving fish blood, dead bodies of ocean animals, or anything! But. You just...shrugged.

He became increasingly interested in you. Even to the point his tail is wagging like a dog waiting for its owner excitedly. He found out you fell asleep as he sneakily went up to you, dragging his body with his arms. Finally, getting a good look on you, he felt memorized.

Before he left, he tried nuzzling his face to yours, feeling the soft flesh against his. Just like how he saw other humans showing physical affection to each other. Feeling satisfied, he left in a swift motion before you woke up.

The next day, you decided to fish again as it's now your hobby since it's been a bit boring ever since you came to the land. You flinched when you felt a hand that felt like it was soaked in water, taking off your hat that was covering your face.

You see the same handsome merman, looking at you in curiosity. Pausing as you don't know what to do. You put your hand out for him since he kept staring at it as if interested. He slowly and softly put his head on your hand. Nuzzling it as his tail seemed to swish left to right in a wagging motion.

You were about to say something until he went back into the water and after a few minutes, he rose up from the water with a fish in his mouth. He went closer to you, reaching for your lap as he dropped the fish in your hands.

"You....want me to eat this?"

He nodded. Oh. Wait. Seems like he knows english-

You just put it back behind your back, "thanks. I will, uhh, eat it later."

He frowned. Making you feel very nervous. So you just tried walking away to get things to maybe make a fireplace so you can at least cook it to make it edible for you. He noticed this and grabbed your wrist, thinking that your leaving him.

He pulled you over to him, hugging you tightly and not letting go. "Uhh...Mermaid man, im trying to-"

"My name is....Miguel. Not Mermaid Man."

You were stunned. He could also speak? You patted his head as he snuggled you closer.

"no me dejes solo...por favor?"

You paused. Thinking what to do. You'll just simply tell him, "I can't eat raw fish, pretty boy."

He paused at the mention to him as pretty boy. He quickly lets you go, looking away so you can't see the blush on his face. You quietly went away, getting some wood for the fireplace.

After you come back, you see him, miguel in the water, waiting for you. You patted your lap as Miguel hesitantly but hurryingly comes over to you. He flinched when you put a wet towel on his neck where his gills were but slowly got comfortable. (I think Mermaids need their gills to not be dry so they can breathe)

He watches you cook the fish and take a bite out of it. You offered one to him as he took a bite out of it. After a few minutes, he tugged your sleeves. Looking at you as if waiting for you to feed him again. Sighing, you broke off a piece and fed it to him.

Maybe living with a Merman isn't so bad after all.

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broken-glass-puppet · 11 months

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Okay, i just saw a post about how male spiders give "back rubs" to seduce theire mates soooooo, y'all know where this is going

Back rubs with Miguel are...strange...he prefers acts of service or quality time to express his love...and he doesn't like physical touch that much

When he does is...rare, you two started getting closer and closer, one day you were really sore after a mission, you noticed that he was...a bit nervous? You asked him why

"take off your suit..."

"w-w-what?!-"

"I'm gonna give you...a back massage.."

You laid down and he started to massage your back, with soft moves and gentle rubs, your soft skin felt so nice against his rough hands...you almost melted right there

But...

What if it's the other way around?

You see him being tense and really annoyed about everything, so you decided that maybe some... innocent back rubs would work

You came from behind and put a bit of pressure in his shoulder, making him let out a breathy whimpery sound

"[redacted] what are you-"

"it's okay mig...let me take care of you..."

He doesn't know if is flirting it definitely is

And he hates loves it

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fortheb0ys · 7 months

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TITFUCKING MIGUEL

Thinking about titfucking Miguel. He tries to catch you cock on his tongue as you thrust upwards. Needing to taste the precum that's building up on your tip. Moaning when he finally taste it. Miguel begging for you to cum on his face so he can wipe it off into his palm to lick it up. He literally SHAKING as your thumbs play with his nipples as you hold his big titties together.

You're putting all your weight on him, making it hard for him to catch his breath but you know your boy can take it. He loves the feeling of his breath being caught in his lungs.

Fingering his ass just to add more to the poor man's suffering. Just absolutely overestimating him till he fucked stupid, begging for your cum. He cums untouched, painting your back. As a reward you cum on his face and chest. Groping his tits as you message your cum onto him, making his skin glisten with your cum.

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hopelessrromantix · 8 months

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Miguel having some Unholy ThoughtsTM about venom!reader and the fun they could have with readers new abilities (sub/brat Miguel anyone??)

mmm yes, I whole-heartedly agree

c/w: brat miguel, overstim kinda, Venom!Reader

"C'mon, pretty boy, you can do it." You assured, a wide smirk on your face. A tendril stretched out of your arm, pinning Miguel’s arms behind him. Your chest was flush with his back, sharp teeth grazing his neck.

While you tried to spend the day getting actual work done, Miguel spent it trying to distract you.

He'd unfortunately succeeded more than once, first by grinding himself against you in your lap, then by begging you to fuck him against your desk, then by trying to get under your desk to suck you off.

Eventually you decided it'd be easier to just finish tomorrow, when he was patrolling.

Miguel let out a whine, one that was surely unintentional.

"All you need to do is ask nicely,” You reminded. Your hips were firmly against his, black tendrils pinning him to the bed. While the stretch of having you inside him was nice, it wasn’t enough.

“If you can’t make me cum just say so,” He mumbled, not really expecting you to hear him.

Unfortunately for him, you did.

“You and I both know that’s a lie.” You scoffed. “You want me to prove you wrong?” You questioned, abandoning your effort to make him beg.

He wasn’t sure whether he was happy or terrified at that statement. Regardless, he didn’t have much time to think about it before his brain was overrun by the feeling of your cock slamming into him. He could feel a tendril playing with his chest, only adding to the fuzzy feeling taking over his thoughts.

You thrust hard, grazing his prostate with every thrust and forcing out a high whine.

Your tongue traced his neck, sharp teeth barely grazing his skin.

"Who knew you could make such pretty noises," you chuckled, your teeth sinking in slightly, drawing a few drops of blood that you licked off.

His hands struggled in Venom's grip, a black tendril wrapped around both hands and pinned above him. Your hips slapped against his, two other tendril teasing his chest as he let out another moan.

"Please please please please," Miguel's voice was hushed and high, much different than the Stern, commanding tone you were used to. By how he was trying to move his hips against you, he wanted you to go faster.

"Please what, baby?" You asked. Your hips slowed slightly, the exact opposite of what he wanted.

"Slow down," he whispered under his breath.

You tilted your head, "I couldn't hear that," you smirked. You thrust deep, making his back arch below you.

"Too much! Gonna cummm-"

You chuckled, “Already?” You stopped immediately, causing Miguel to let out a high whine.

“Wh-” He took a deep breath. “Why’d you stop?”

“Well I can’t make you cum, can I?” You smirked.

“No, no…” He mumbled, gasping when you started thrusting again in slow, deep waves. The coiled grip around his arms tightened, and he wasn’t certain if it was you or Venom.

He hesitated, clearly thinking over his answer. He was taking far too long for you though, so you fully stopped, your hips flush against his.

The tendrils on his chest made their way to his neck, wrapping around and squeezing lightly.

Still not receiving an answer, you slapped his ass with one hand, forcing out a whine.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please just let me cum? I’ll be good, just please please go faster.”

“Good boy.” Your hips sped up again, a loud slapping sound echoing throughout your bedroom.

You caught his lips in a kiss, sneaking your tongue down his throat. The second he felt what you were doing he moaned again, hips thrusting toward you.

“I’m gonna cum, please can I cum?” He asked desperately, rutting his hips into yours as fast as he could manage.

“Go ahead.” You agreed, watching as he fell apart immediately after.

Quick, quiet mumbles of “thank you” fell out of his lips before he let himself relax, your thrusts fully stopping and the tendrils around his neck loosening.

“You alright, sweetheart?” You asked as he came down from his high.

“I’m fine, love.” He promised.

“Good.” You leaned down, the squeeze around his neck returning in full force just as you started thrusting.

“I haven’t cum yet, don’t think I’m forgiving you, that easy, pretty boy.”

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nouearth · 6 months

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baby-sitting for miguel o'hara. (part ii)

miguel o'hara x m!reader headcanons.

part i.

warnings: smut, perverted!miguel, top!miguel, soft!miguel at times!!, bottom!male reader, small!male reader, thoughts of sex, fantasy!sex, masturbation, humping, kinda domestic idk.

notes: it's been a long time coming. 💀 i honestly was struggling to find like a plot for the second part, or just how to move forward. lmao. but i hope this turned out okay???

—never again, miguel promised himself that night.

—it had been a few weeks since he last jerked off to your briefs. the blue undergarment that he came into were thrown somewhere under his bed, far from his reach.

—and as tempting as it was to smell you again, he mustered up the courage to leave the stained fabric alone.

—for good.

—miguel despised what he had become.

—settling his sex life on a lone piece of fabric, it was pathetic.

—from dusk til dawn, you participated in a triathlon of his delirious state of mind and competed for several awards that would then be mediated by miguel.

—had it been a real competition, he would’ve been fired for exhibiting extreme favoritism because you’d win all the trophies and medals.

—a ‘helping hand’ award he would award you a few mornings ago, where he jerked off to the thought of you giving him a handjob during his lunch break.

—multiple ‘most improved’ awards for when you were able to throat his cock a little more than before.

—and another for when your ass was able to take miguel in without needing to pause or adjust for his size, even if the strain of your facial expressions told a different story.

—gagging in between moans, coughing out thick globs of spit, wincing in bittersweet pain when he pushed in, arching in complete pleasure when he pushed out.

—he loved the idea of watching and hearing you struggle because of his cock.

—though, it was only until recently when he began feeling a strong sense of guilt for portraying you in such a manner.

—it was a promotion at work that allowed his hours to be more flexible than before, and miguel utilized that to the fullest by spending every waking second with his daughter.

—and you.

—even when he came home early, he never sent you home.

—maybe it was the perfect opportunity to get one step closer into your pants.

—or maybe he wanted to get to know the babysitter that gabriella had taken an extreme liking to.

—get to know the babysitter that had somehow made miguel feel something more than simply lust.

—you hungry? you haven’t taken your eyes off of your thesis paper since i got here.

—hm...?

—that night, you’d look up at him with those bright eyes, that bright smile that latched onto miguel’s adam apple and made it hard for him to swallow.

—it was as radiant as the first time he saw you. one wouldn’t be able to tell that you’ve been pulling all-nighters for the past few weeks.

—oh! i guess i’m a little hungry. i haven’t eaten since breakfast—

—breakfast? i told you that you could rummage through the pantries, right? you practically live here at this point.

—i know, i know! once i get in the zone, i kind of forget about everything… except for gabriella! it’s funny. as loud as her cries are, they’re kind of my savior right now.

—hm...

—it’s getting late, so i’ll just whip up something at home—

—no, stay. i’ll cook something.

—sir, you don’t have to—

—miguel’s chest swelled. that word again.

—i’m cooking. stay, or i’m firing you for wasting my ingredients.

—hey, unfair! pretty sure that’s a violation of our contract or something!

—it didn’t take long for it to become a regular occurrence.

—miguel would cook a late dinner for two, and he’d join you on the couch with a plate of what the limit of his culinary skills could whip up.

—it wasn’t like this every day, but it was often, which was more than what miguel could ask for.

—he would use the little time he had with you to learn about you more. your interests, your background, your passions, your personality, and you’d do the same.

—on some nights, he’d proof-read your thesis paper and provide some feedback that you would immediately take in consideration and make the changes to your paper.

—on many nights, he’d simply close your laptop and force you to take a break because as alluring as those recent eye bags were, your health was a priority.

—stay for the night. it’s late.

—i’m almost done for the night! i just have a few more—

—nope, you’ve used up all your excuses. i’m confiscating this.

—where am i even supposed to sleep?!

—and on those many nights, you’d end up sleeping on miguel’s couch despite the persistent offers of his comfier bed.

—there would be times where you two would chat into the night while the tv played in the background.

—you’d ask each other about your day, tell stories about gabriella, bond over shared interests, fueled debates over a quality of a certain movie, until fatigue hit either you or miguel.

—usually you were the first one to fall asleep, and he would watch you silently.

—the flickering lights from the tv would accentuate your features in the night, and he never knew he could find you even more handsome.

—your complete vulnerability was enticing.

—you would curl into the blanket he’d given you, and miguel would take the time to count the seconds it would take for you to exhale your dreams.

—the longer it was, the deeper you were into your sleep.

—it wouldn’t be until thirty exhales more that miguel would send himself to bed.

—five seconds, miguel would find himself mimicking the pattern of your breath before he drifted off into the night.

—then there would be nights where the subject matter would be more personal, more than miguel would have liked.

—does it get lonely sometimes?

—i’d be lying if i said no. not all the time, though. i have gabriella.

—huh…

—is that why you’re a complete grump all the time?

—watch it.

—i’m kidding! good thing you have me too, right?

—yeah.

—good thing i have you too… miguel sighed heavily at the empty side of his bed, staring into the darkness until the shadows from the night had forged a shape of your body.

—he closed his eyes when he felt a whisper of your lips near his, barely ghosting over his pair, and stroke himself to the possible reality of you becoming his.

—fuck... he then lied on his stomach and began humping into the bed, against the bed sheets, and held the imagination of your body close to his own, protecting you like his life depended on it.

—i need you… miguel pressed his face into the pillow, inhaling the memory of your shampoo as he polished his hips further into the bed.

—his cock rubbed in between his body and the soft sheets as he’d imagine unsheathing himself in and out of you at a slow yet steady pace.

—because he needed to savor you.

—he would imagine how you’d respond with every thrust.

—your words would glue to your throat because you’d be too overwhelmed by his size, by the pleasure that miguel would finally be delivering to you, by the doting hold around you, and with the aid of his hips, your words would like crystallized honey.

—miguel would push his cock into you deeper, taking in the sound of your voice into his with a warm kiss. — i—

—you would draw out sounds from your throat until they were practically begs when miguel would pull out excruciatingly slow to tease, then a demand as he would doubt your confession by cautiously following the outline of your pucker with the tip of his cock.

— need—

—his hips would lift, then come down onto you like hail. hard and sudden as his cock would ram into your tight fill, knock your breath back into the tight of your throat.

— you—

—you need him.

—miguel could tell from the way you completed allowed him to invade your reserve until he was balls-deep inside of you.

—from the way he’d pull out once more and your hole would memorize the shape of his cock, down to his thick girth. puckering to the recollection of his throbbing veins.

—and he’d be the one to bridge the puzzle pieces together as he would press himself forward and bend your legs back before slamming his cock back into you with the delirious evocation of lust.

—you would stifle your moans into your forearm as the bed rocked to the strong rhythm of miguel’s thrusts, but he’d pull your arms away and hold your wrists above your head.

—he needed to hear you.

—hear how much you wanted him, how much you needed him.

— i’m going to come—

—you’d grunt in between the heavy and sticky sounds of your skin colliding against one another, into the thick air that you and miguel had mutually forged together.

—his other hand had been wrapped around your cock, jerking the throbbing muscle to every count of his balls bouncing off your bottom.

—he would squeeze and stroke, your pre-cum coming down in thick drips, and he would thumb at the slippery wet slip until the pad of his thumb was layered in your thick substance.

—until his fist was covered in a glorious amount of your warm cum, inking him deep with your devotion before feeding you of your own need.

—he would bring his hand up to you and slip two fingers inside of your mouth. your tongue would slowly roll over his cum-covered digits, sucking the bittersweetness off of him.

—it wouldn’t be long until it would be miguel’s turn.

—miguel would continue bringing the remaining fingers up to your mouth for you to cleanse him off, and it would be enough for him to have him in shambles.

—imagining you devour your own sweet lust until all five of his fingers were polished clean awakened him to another level of pure ecstasy, and miguel groaned, rocking desperately into his bed.

—your warm hands would all over his toned body, fueling the tension in his stomach as you would prioritize the center of his abdomen.

—fuck, come in me—

—miguel would his weight onto you, his large body practically devouring you in sheer size as the heat and sweat confined you to the parameters, and he’d hold you close once more by slipping his arms around you.

—a cycle of thrusts quickened every round and you held onto him. kissing at the side of his neck. suckling at the round of his shoulder.

—i’m coming… he muttered to himself, to no one but the wrinkled sheets beneath him, and fucked his cock harder into his bed.

—and when you heard a shudder coming from the depths of miguel’s strained throat, you licked a stripe at the center of his throat to pacify him, making your way to the plush of his lips, and kissed him at the pivot of his climax.

—miguel would exhale hard against your mouth before kissing you and spilling delirious moans into the captivity when he would begin flooding your insides with his thick and warm cum.

—heavy ropes would ricochet off your violated inside, but miguel would press into you closer, harder, and intimately so, until your foreheads were bruised into one another.

—in occurring reality, miguel painted his bed sheets in thick layers of warmth and musk. layers of cum wetting his bed as he desperately held onto his fantasies with sensitive rolls of his hips.

—his tongue would tangle into yours, practicing a slow, sensitive waltz as his softening cock would sink deep into your hole.

—and you would moan and suckle around him as you felt every drop of cum warm you from the inside and out, shielding you from the goosebumps that would frost your skin.

—the kiss would remain its passionate dance as you both relaxed into each other. your legs unwrapped to tangle into miguel’s, expertly lifting the blanket over your feet in the process.

—he would hold you tighter once he broke the kiss, turning you on your side as he lied flat on his back.

—your head would rest on his chest after pulling the remaining blanket up to your bodies and you would sigh, suddenly feeling drowsier with miguel’s warm caress aiding sleep against your back.

—for the remaining moment, he would gaze at the sheen of sweat that highlighted the flush of your skin.

—he would listen to the beat your heart, slowly coming to its resting pace as you succumb to sleep under the spell of his doting touch.

—and he would strangely feel a need to hold you, shelter you inside of his arms because he feared something would happen to you.

—fuck.

—miguel quickly rolled back onto his back in the midst of catching his breath, the shadows that had formed the image of you unfurling into obscurity.

—he felt his heart race, bullets rebounding off the beating surface like a drum, and he placed a hand over his chest to pacify at the sudden swell of his chest. —i think i love you.

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yourftmfriend · 10 months

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need miguel to sit on my face and make him cum til hes shooting blanks and sobbing n shaking,,,,,

you loved the way he felt on your tongue. his soft walls embracing your tongue like it had waited for years.

you could do this for hours and hours, not getting bored or tired for a single minute of it. but it was different for miguel. he was squirming and writhing on top of you at your actions. he had been there for what felt like hours. his hand containing his whimpers and moans was long gone to hold onto your hair or chest as you ate him out like your life depended on it.

he was so exhausted but he couldn’t bring himself to lift himself up from your face. it just felt too good for him. his thighs quivering around your head lead you to move even quicker. you lifted up a hand to his cock stroking it.

“o-Oh fuccKk- the-there isn’t anything le- mnH- left!” you knew that wasn’t true. he kept shaking on top of you hurriedly trying to ground himself by holding onto your bicep or hair. tears started streaming down his face at your hand stroking him faster and harder. you lifted him a bit off your face. “ y’ can take one more f’me right baby?” you asked with an innocent look on your face. it allowed you to take a better look at him. he looked so adorable with tears going down his cheeks and drool glistening his chin. what urged you on the most was his hooded eyes looking down at you, begging silently.

he nodded his head slowly causing you to put him back down with a smirk on your face, continuing your motions. he slowly grinded his hips onto your face. looking down, he could almost see the hearts in your eyes at his whimpers and moans.

it didn’t take him long to unload too. in a few more pumps you had him arching his back and screaming out a moan pathetically. but you were surprised as only a few drops were released before he slumped back down onto your torso. you slowly stroked his still-shaking thighs in attempt to comfort him. you wiped off the cum and moved him into a more comfortable position. his head was on your pecs as he was slowly drifted of to sleep with your hands stoking his back

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l1tw1ck · 8 months

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100 Degrees

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc reader

🕷️ Word Count: 1,467 🕷️

AFAB Language Used

CW: Dub-Con, Masturbation, Womb Fucking, Creampie, Breeding, Pregnancy & Lactation Mention, Squirting

“Look, Miguel,” You trace your fingers along the bulge in his stomach. “Look how deep I am inside you..”

Miguel whimpers. You’re not even fully inside yet. “Keep going..”

You ease yourself further in, your cock kissing his cervix. “Can't go any further, my love.”

“Please..” He whines.

You ram into his cervix and force your way inside his womb. Miguel’s eyes shoot open. There's a familiar, although amplified, feeling in his between his legs. He woke up from a wet dream. Right when it was getting good…He sighs and slowly brings his hand down to his pussy, sliding it down his chest and to his lower stomach. He twitches. He doesn't know what, but his lower stomach is sensitive. Just touching it is making him feel good. He circles his fingers around the area, moaning and shivering. He could come just from doing this. He covers his mouth to stay quiet, he doesn't want to wake you up. He pushes down and suddenly electricity runs through his body and he squirts. Holy fuck. He came so hard just from touching his womb. How erotic. It wasn't enough though. He wants– needs more. He needs you. He needs to make that dream a reality. If touching his womb made him feel that good, how would it feel if you penetrated it?

He sits up in his bed. The two of you are only roommates. You don't have a romantic relationship and he has no idea how you feel about him but he's so desperate and horny that he doesn't even care. He hurries out of his room and goes to yours. He knocks on the door rapidly, the sounds wake you up. You get out of bed and open the door. “Miguel? Are you okay?”

“I need your help.” He says. “I- I need you to fuck me.”

Your eyes widen. Did you hear that correctly? “Are you drunk?”

He should be able to say no, him being drunk is impossible but for some reason he doesn't feel like he's sober. “Please.”

You bring him into your room and sit him down on your bed. “I’ll get you some water.” You say before leaving.

He makes an almost growl-like sound before lying down on your bed. He’s so horny right now he can't even think straight. He pulls off his boxers and goes to masturbate. If he were in his right mind, he wouldn't be doing this. He just can't sit still. He needs to pleasure himself.

You walk into the room with a glass of water and turn the lights on. You pause when you see the sight in front of you. Miguel’s pussy is on display for you and yet something else seems to catch your attention. There's a marking on his stomach. A…A womb tattoo. Has he always had that? You don't know but oh God is it sexy. You place the water on your desk and walk towards him. “Miguel…when’d you get this done?” You ask, pointing at his tattoo. You’re almost mesmerized by it. You want to touch it…You reach your hand over to do so but stop yourself. He looks down at the new addition to his skin in surprise. How did that even happen?

“Touch it..” He says. With his permission, you eagerly go and touch it. Miguel moans in response, his body shaking. “More..”

You watch his face with wide eyes as you continue touching the tattoo. You're making him feel this good and you're only touching him. You mutter a curse under your breath. This is so hot. Just like his body, in both ways. Now that you think about it, he's almost burning hot. You pull your hand away, making him whine, and bring it to his forehead. Does he have a fever? He grabs you by the collar and brings you into a heated kiss. Again, in both ways. He definitely has a fever or something of the sort. You find yourself losing focus and reason the longer the kiss goes on. You're getting hornier and hornier, so horny that it hurts. You have to fuck him.

You pull away from the kiss and take your clothes off, getting Miguel excited. You climb onto the bed and spread his legs apart. As you ease yourself inside him, you start to become even more aroused. He’s so fucking wet and so fucking warm. He’s almost like an oven. An oven with wet, creamy, and soft walls. You grit your teeth as you move further inside of him and hit his cervix. Normally, you would stop there and ask if he's okay, if it hurt him, but nothing is normal right now. Instead, you keep going. You start ramming into it to force it open. Miguel lets out loud and high pitched moans, squirting when you enter his womb. You start fucking him like an animal in heat, fucking him with the intention of breeding him. Miguel digs his nails into your back and throws his head back. This is what he needed. He cries out your name in a guttural tone, tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Ha- harder!” He begs, nails so deep in your skin that you start to bleed. You don't even feel any pain.

“Gonna knock you up ‘n make you have my kids–” You promise.

“Yes~! Gimme your babies~!”

You press down on his womb, causing him to come again. You come shortly after, shooting a huge load straight into his womb. Miguel shivers like a cat before grabbing your arms and moving you onto your back. He straddles your hips and looks down at you with a slutty grin on his face. Half of the tattoo is glowing. It looks…like a sort of meter? The lower part of it is glowing while the rest isn't. Almost like it's measuring something. Or like it's…filling up?

He grips your shoulders and starts riding you, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. He almost looks like a succubus. Everything about this is so erotic. The sticky and sloppy sounds of your cock in his pussy, his loud and slutty moans, and his tattoo. It's all so fucking hot. Even the room is hot. Your eyes wander to his breasts and his hardened nipples. You wonder how his milk would taste…

You prop yourself upwards and bring yourself to his chest. You suck on his nipple, trying fruitlessly to get milk. Miguel’s movements slow down thanks to you desperately sucking on one of his sensitive parts. You pull away with a frown. “Gonna get these full of milk..” You murmur. Miguel leans in to kiss you, riding you at a slower pace. You reciprocate it passionately. Your hands find their purpose massaging his soft breasts. He moans into the kiss, walls squeezing your cock tightly as he gets close to another orgasm.

Miguel pulls away from the kiss and returns his previous pace. He keeps moving even as he comes. He’d usually be passed out by now but he has more energy than ever. You grab his waist and switch positions again. You take his legs and fold him in half, plowing his pussy aggressively. The look on your face is primal, like a hungry wolf. You chase your orgasm, determined to fill him up with your cum and get him pregnant.

Your thrusts slow down but remain rough as you get closer to your peak. Miguel can tell you're about to come. He’s grinning so widely. He can't wait to have your baby. You finally stop, pumping him full of another load. His body relaxes, finally satiated. This time you can see the tattoo fill up, it fills up the same way you would pour liquid into a glass. It's glowing completely red now. You go to touch it but it disappears.

You blink a few times. “..Miguel?” You look down at him. You remember everything that happened but now you're back to normal. You’re a little freaked out and very concerned for Miguel.

He looks embarrassed. He turns his head to the side. “I…I want to keep it..” He mumbles, referring to the baby he’ll probably be having.

“..Me too.” You feel relieved that everything was consensual. You're kind of excited to raise a baby with him, even though you're completely unprepared.

Miguel sees you sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone. He walks over to you with a look on his face that says he's about to tell you something exciting. You look up at him and put your phone away. He climbs onto your lap. “Remember when you wanted to drink my milk?”

You look at him with an excited expression. “Are you saying..?”

He lifts his shirt up and holds up his breasts. “Drink up.” He grins.

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charliesgoodboy · 10 months

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★miguel o'hara x male reader(sfw)

★genre: fluff

★warning(s): miguel has the traits of a kitty cat, miguels hands are bigger than yours, reader is new to the spider society(miguel took an attachment to you)

★a/n: i love this one of the only times i like my fics

you didn't really know why you were doing it- more so how you started to do it. you kinda knew why you continued to do it, gosh it was adorable.

miguel had pretty much accepted this looking at his computer screens leaning on one of his hands while you had his other hand in yours.

your thumb kept pressing against his palm a big smile on your face as his talons retracted out of his finger tips.

"miguel, have they always done this?" you kept pressing and pressing his palms watching as his sharper nails curled out over and over again.

he sighed a bit still observing the glowing computer screens. "not that i know of, i can retract them by myself all the time." you let go off his hand sitting on an open space of his desk.

"could you show me?" miguel laughs a little bit sitting up right retracting his nails on his own. "holy shit.." you traced them this time the end of them pricking you a slight bit.

miguel himself thought it was adorable seeing you so fixated on his talons. no one really showed much interest in them until now and it made his heart fill with joy seeing such an expression on your face.

"do you really like them that much?" he couldn't stop smiling as you kept tracing them. "uh-huh." he let out a breathy sigh turning back to his computer screens.

"then continue."

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phyrestartr · 7 months

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The Intern | Miguel O'hara x M!Reader

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

Note: I can't write anything without making it into a series lol I'm writing another part right now leave me alone!!!

-- The Intern --

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

Miguel didn't take interns. He hated them, actually; the way they'd needle him with too many annoying questions, the times they tried flexing their unimpressive knowledge of genetics, the way they'd fail to flirt and catch his eye–all of it ticked him off, made him snap and snuff out their bright, curious flames. He didn't mean to. He didn't want to make future scientists lose steam. But he had a limit, and these day, it was hit way too fucking often.

That didn't change when the tours came through. Actually, between his wife pushing his buttons and the young, bright-eyed scientists eyeing him over, everything just pissed him off more, shortened the limit exponentially.

And he saw you there, listening to someone with a better temper talk. You didn't look all too impressed. You were maybe a little bored, actually. Your eyes swept across the room in wide arcs, looking for something interesting to land on. That was a feeling Miguel could relate to all too well.

But your eyes eventually landed on him, somehow. You pursed your lips slowly, like it'd make too much noise otherwise, while your cheeks lifted in amusement. You glanced back to the speaker and back to Miguel, eyebrows gesturing too perfectly: get a load of this guy, eh?

Miguel's expressionless mask slipped for a moment, and he twitched a smirk. He shook his head and looked back to his work.

He did, however, glance at you on your way out. You didn't look back at him.

–

He and Dana agreed to separate. It'd be a momentary thing, a way to work out the kinks in their marriage without more random accusations and hurtful words being thrown at each other on the daily. Miguel didn't want that. He didn't want Gabi to be subject to it, most of all.

The separation calmed things down quite a bit, down to the point where Miguel wondered why they were arguing so much in the first place; until Dana did a very Dana thing and decided, for some reason, she couldn't take care of Gabi by herself while they were separated. Probably a ploy to get them back together under the same roof. Probably a scheme to manipulate the situation.

But Miguel could play hardball, too.

He'd pick Gabi up every day after school, and take her to the lab, but sequestered off in the cafeteria where a security guard was always present. She'd get to snack, she'd do her homework, and Miguel could work knowing she was safe. Not ideal, and maybe a little lonely for her, but easy.

Checking up on her was another good excuse to walk away from his work, too. And one of the times he passed by, in desperate need of a cup of coffee and boost from his little girl's warm smile, he saw someone sitting with her.

He watched for a moment as he stirred his coffee. Then, he realized it was you, that random intern from the tour a few months back. You were sat across from her, munching on whatever your late lunch was, and nodding emphatically to whatever his little girl was going on about. Her arms gestured wide and her giggle resonated brightly in the room, drawing some annoyed glances and cooing comments, but you didn't miss a beat, matching her laughter and big gestures. It was nice.

Miguel's shoulders relaxed a little for once.

He saw you there more days than not. And the days you weren't there, he often spied Gabi looking around, no doubt wondering where you were. It hurt his heart a bit to see her pout, truth be told, and he started to realize he should probably get to know you if you were inadvertently babysitting his kid.

So, the next time he found you there, he walked over.

You were beside her this time, both hunched over her usual tablet full of homework. You were the one gesturing wildly this time, talking too much with your hands as you explained fractions and common denominations and the sort in a way that truly only kids could tolerate and understand. Miguel had to put an end to it if he wanted to talk with you.

"So, for this one, the little bitch on the bottom is–"

"Sorry, 'little bitch'?" Miguel interjected, smirking when you jumped and Gabi gasped in delight. "Don't think that's proper terminology. Just a hunch."

"Daddy!" Gabi called, happily turning in her seat to hug her father. Miguel's mean smile softened into something kinder and gentler.

"Hey, mija. Doing your homework, huh?" He asked as he brushed back his girl's hair. "He's not giving you all the answers, is he?"

You balked before interrupting yourself. "Woah, hey, no, no, no, I'm makin' her do the stuff 'n the things, don’t worry 'bout it." Woah. Okay. That was a heavy Nueva York accent. Not what Miguel expected.

"Yeah! I'm doing all the work! Mr.(Name)'s just helping when I get stuck 'n stuff!" Gabi's brows knitted together in concern. "Don't get mad at him!"

"Yeah, don't get mad at me, Doc–she’s a smart kid, she don’t even need me to do this stuff for her, y’know?”

“Well, I already knew that.” Miguel smirked as you huffed. He sat down on the other side of Gabriella and peered across her tablet at you. “You’re an intern, right? You were at the–”

“The tour, yeah.” You nodded a bit and propped your elbow up on the table before resting your cheek against your palm to watch Gabi solve her equations. “Saw you, too. You looked pretty pissed.”

“Intern day isn’t my favourite day,” Miguel offered with an unbothered shrug.

“Yeah, I figured. You looked like you wanted to light ‘em on fire."

"I could've, but then I'd be out a free part-time babysitter."

You laughed lightly, and Miguel caught the charming dip of dimples light up your face. "Oh, so that's how it is, huh? Guess I ain't mad at that. Gabi's a good kid, reminds me of my niece."

Miguel raised his brows a bit. A niece. "Huh. Guess that explains a lot."

"Dunno what you mean by that, but I'm gonna hope it's a good thing."

Miguel smiled a bit. "It's a good thing."

You smiled, too, though a bit more smug and proud. "Yeah? Good." You glanced up at the clock on the wall and sighed, the cute tilt to your lips suddenly vanishing.

Gabi caught on and sent a powerful pout your way. "Already?"

"Yeah, sorry, chica. Gotta get back to work." You stood up and offered your hand to Miguel. "Didn't introduce myself. I'm (Name)."

Hm. Miguel liked how that sounded.

"Miguel. Miguel O'hara." But you probably already knew that, though you had the decency not to point it out.

"Nice to meetcha, Doc."

You shook his hand and ruffled up Gabi's hair before seeing yourself out, a sudden haste in your scrambling steps as you checked the time again. Hah. You must've been late for something.

"He's nice," Gabi said. Miguel's eyes fell back to her.

"You think so?" He's not bad-looking, either. "You're okay with him? You feel safe?"

"Ah-huh, ah-huh. He's not mean." Her big brown eyes sparkled up at Miguel, then. "I like 'im! Are you gonna be friends with him?"

Miguel glanced back your way, surprised to see you standing by the elevators and glancing back at him. You looked away when you got caught, but turned back again with a little wave, like you’d realized turning away looked awkward and suspicious and had to rectify it.

A light smirk tugged at Miguel’s lips. “Yeah, maybe.”

–

It started with chatting at lunch. Then, it turned into light touches on the shoulder and your thieving hands plucking whatever sort of drink or snack Miguel held in tired hands. And then, well, it just got worse.

Miguel growled into your ear as he held you pinned against the wall, his hips slamming up against yours, driving himself deep into your core. To your credit, you held your voice well, only letting the slightest peeps and squeaks out when the older man happened to hit your soft spot in his wild momentum. It’s not that it would’ve mattered, though; the Halloween party’s music blared too loudly in the cafeteria for anyone to hear you getting fucked braindead in Miguel’s office.

“Mmmmnnn–Doc, wait, wait, ow, ow, ow–” Your thighs constricted around his waist in a panic as you hissed and dug your blunt nails into his massive shoulders.

Miguel paused his cruel tempo and finally took a second to breathe. “I–what? You okay?” He asked, brushing some of your messy hair from your face. The corner of his mouth quirked with amusement as he was reminded of the dried fake blood trailing down your mouth, and the glue-on fangs you had set to your canines. You looked quite cute as a fucked-out vampire intern, he had to admit.

You nodded weakly as you panted. “Y-Yeah, ‘m good, you’re good.” You tilted your head back and bonked it on the wall behind you, no doubt influenced by the alcohol in your veins. “This wall sucks. Hurts my back.”

Ah. Miguel probably shouldn’t care. This was just a fling, some stress-relief from his frustrating marriage.

But he was too weak, apparently. “Tch. Picky,” Miguel scolded into your ear before pulling you off the wall.

“Picky?” You repeated, clinging to him desperately.

“Incredibly picky.” He walked a few steps, carrying you with his cock still buried deep inside of you, and rested you on his pristine desk instead. “Better?”

You sighed and pulled your shirt down more while you both got situated. “Yuh-huh.” You looked at him with that infuriating, lazy smile and wriggled your hips against him. “Continue.”

Miguel’s eye twitched. He couldn’t help but feel like he was accidentally subservient to you for that split second. He was supposed to be in control, not you.

“Smug brat,” Miguel scoffed before hoisting your legs over his shoulders and pistoning into you cruelly.

His core ached with want as you arched beautifully off his desk, and through the buzz of booze, he admired you; your own heavy cock wept against your stomach as your diaphragm stuttered with each needy dive into your messy heat. Your face flushed a captivating crimson while your eyes fluttered and shone with unspent tears clinging to your lash line. Then, your stupid costume teeth bit into your lower lip as your voice started to break free from its restraints and pushed by your bobbing Adam’s apple, letting new whimpers and clipped moans fill his office.

“Doc,” you whined, screwing your eyes closed and fisting your hand around your length. “Doc–”

Oh. Oh no. You were cute. Really cute in the way you started letting out bubbling praise and babbled wants, in the way your free hand clawed at his arm to just touch him and hold him while your high threatened to push you off the edge and into that endless spiral. Miguel hadn’t felt this wanted in a long, long time. He hadn’t been showered in praise, told how good he was, given someone’s full attention for even longer.

He couldn’t remember the first time he came first, either.

Because he did, with his teeth clenching, his thrusts breaking down into something erratic and out of tempo, he spilled inside of you. Electricity pulsed through every synapse of his nerves, bringing a wash of cool, prickling energy to his palms and curling fingers as he gripped on you harder, tighter, jamming himself inside of you with a reckless abandon.

“D-Did you–?” You asked. Miguel caught your gaze, and another gush emptied out of him–your eyes, wide and doe-like in surprised amazement, were too captivating, too endearing. And when you realized that, yes, you’d made him cum first, you were quick to reach the same peak.

Miguel was the one to moan this time. Your body clenched down around him in desperation to hold him still while your own white-hot bliss ripped through you. Pearly strands of white roped across your trembling hand and your stomach, one after the other, until there was nothing left to give. But with a sharp slap to your ass, Miguel found there was just a little more you could both give.

“Good boy,” Miguel mumbled, voice thick and full where it trilled. He gave you another good spank. “Good boy.”

Miguel slowed his hips gradually, slowly catching his breath in tandem with your wild panting as the afterglow stayed where the too-hot sear faded. His nerves relaxed with his body. His mind soon followed suit, too, which was a problem and a relief; a problem because he didn’t feel a shred of guilt, but relief in the realization of how simple this exchange was. Just sex. With someone he could tolerate.

“Shit,” you breathed. You glanced down at the mess you’d become, and grimaced. “C-Can a good boy get a, uh, a tissue or, like, five?”

Miguel rolled his eyes. He popped open one of the drawers to his desk and pulled out a tissue box and set it beside you before, like the bastard he was, he pulled out of you without warning and watched your hole clench around nothing before glossy whiteness oozed out of you. He ignored your sharp complaints in favour of enjoying the show and meanly stuffing his cum back into you before, for a third time, giving you a slap on the rear like you were a good ol’ used truck.

Miguel snatched the first tissue to clean himself up and tossed it away, tucking himself back into his pants and straightening his clothes out like nothing happened, before turning and walking away.

“Hey, wh–seriously?!” You cried (or whined, or complained) at his back.

Miguel smirked to himself before calling over his shoulder, “Make sure you clean my desk up, too. I’ll get you kicked out of the program if it’s not in perfect condition tomorrow morning.”

But he almost crumbled under your sweet, cooing pleas for him to come back, to stay a little longer, but thankfully, a whirlwind of petty insults were thrown at his back when he reached the door. And he found the strength to keep going, to subject you to his little game.

A cruel game of torturing his favourite intern.

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yourlocalstranger123 · 10 months

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(I think my humor is broken from how I'm slightly laughing—)

You'll just have to read the whole thing to find out 😊

Part 1

Red: Miguel

@diegojeanne @one-green-frog

Note!!!!!: PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISS ANYTHING TO WARN 😭😭😭😭😭

Warnings: slightly yandere/possessive Miguel? fluff to slight angst to fluff ehe and its like pretty long (I dare you to read the whole thing 😈) also has some cuss words.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°♤°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° •°|MERMAID! MIGUEL|°• °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°♡°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You didn't expect to get slapped in the face by his tail. Honestly! What was his problem? He was the one who was at fault for going into the fish trap you set.

You stood there, trying to cover your mouth from laughing at the situation while Miguel looked like he was about to smack the sh—t out of you.

"How did you even g- get, pfft—...get trapped"

You slightly laughed, small tears forming in your eyes from holding back. Miguel just dead-panned. He rolls his eyes, asking you to help him already. You come back with a scissor in your hand as you cut the this ropes of the net off.

The net wrapped around his body tightly, so some of it left some marks. He stretched his back, finally going back to the water as his head was still up from the water. You grabbed some fish that was given to you a few hours ago before he got caught. You already grilled it, so you just gave it to him....

Miguel didn't grab it. Just staring at you as if expecting something. "Here. Take it?" You said. Slightly frustrated and wondering why he isn't taking it. He frown, forming a small pout as he just turned around and ignored you. You were dumb founded but remembered something,,

Did he....want you to feed him again??? You quietly chuckled at the fact as you looked at him, still pouting. You ripped off a piece, putting it on your palm as you put your hand in front of his face. He tilted his head, still having a toothy frown, but he quickly ate it from your palm, feeling him chewing on it.

It was getting dark. You stood up and wiped away the sand on your pants. Miguel tugged your sleeve, "where are you going?" He asked. Not wanting you to leave him just yet...

You explained you needed to go back home and sleep, but Miguel just said to sleep here. But of course, you don't want sand in your hair right now, so you say no. Miguel just frowned, he launched himself on you, not letting go.

As he hugged your waist (no matter if his fingers are not touching or is), he snuggled your back as he begged, demanded for you to stay.

You did not get any sleep as you let half of your body sink into the ocean, but the sand underneath was high enough for you to sit as Miguel let his head on your lap. Sometimes, you wonder why you go for such lengths for a Merman. Your legs are literally shivering and trembling when you can finally get out of the water.

Miguel took note of this so lately, Miguel has been on land with his fish tail. He's been trying to suprise you when you were in your small house, you heard a knock. Maybe it was from a far away rich visitor, but nope, it was Miguel on the floor with sand all over. You sighed and either carried him or just dragged him by the arms or even tail.

You wonder if he'll ever get legs like Ariel as you water off the sand on his body. Your mind was drifting away in thoughts until you heard Miguel breathe hitched. Looking down at the hand position, you realized that your hand is on his chest.Although, you're brain hasn't processed and just did a slightly squeeze—

"AhH-!"

'......"

Miguel smacks your face with his tail, and since the door is closed, Miguel just had to crawl over to your bed, covering himself with the blanket as your face flushed and steam coming off on your head.

"Miguel, did you just-"

"SHUT—!"

"....but-"

"CÁLLETE!"

You couldn't get into contact with him for weeks. You were actually getting slightly worried. Until you flinched and felt your heart sank when you suddenly got dragged into the water. Trying to pry off the hands that was tightly wrapping around your waist. You finally give up and just accept your fate as your vision becomes dark.

You woke up and choke on some water that was still in your lungs, while a hand was patting your back. Still coughing violently as small tears start forming in your eyes. Looking to the direction from the hand, you finally fully processed what was going on. You were about to beat the sh-t to the person who dragged you down until you found out it was Miguel?! Wait....how tf are you still breathing under water-

You touched your neck, feeling gills on it. Miguel looks away, ignoring your stern stare. "MIGUEL?! DID YOU REALLY DO THIS TO ME??" You pointed at the gills that were formed on your neck, Miguel still looking away guilty. Miguel mumbled something that it won't be permanent, so you sighed a relief.

You flinched when he hugged you, and you felt hot tears on your shoulder. "*hic* don't leave me....please, I won't do it again"

You were cunfused until you remembered when you were slightly conscious.

"[Name]?" Miguel said. Laying his head on your chest, he panicked when he only felt a faint thump from your heart. "[NAME]?! Please..! Wake up! I know you're awake.....Please...I don't wanna lose you, " He sobbed. Holding you in his arms as he held your hand. "Please...I beg you" he whispered, voice cracking.

Slumping back from the headache you felt after remembering. Miguel still holding your hand. It seems like he fell asleep on you....You look around seeing....holy shit. Other mermaids and mermans??? You stared at them back then went started laying down as your soul suddenly ascended. 'Why am I here....just to suffer' (they're still wondering how tf you made Miguel cry. [They never saw him cry])

After some time, you found out that Miguel dragged you into the mermaid society (haha, it's a spider society except its mermaids, heh). Everyone stared at you because you had....✨️LEGS✨️

You soon found out Miguel is the leader of the mermaid society. He's been dragging you everywhere he goes to. You also found out that dimensions were real?! It's a miracle you didn't throw up or pass out from how dizzy after you went through the portal seriously!

You tried escaping going to land, but Miguel captures you and clings onto you 24/7 now, which makes it impossible to go back.

You. Felt. DRAINED. you just mostly sleep all the time or watch Miguel and talk to the others. Hobie was curious about punk rock music ever since he heard it. He kept asking about it and would love to hear you play it! You knew that love sick Miles was sooo in love with Gwen, which you and Pav and perhaps even Hobie teases him.

Peter, makes let's you babysit Mayday when he's busy, even just watching you and etc. Mayday was always curious about your legs, you were so different from other mermaids! (Because you ain't one)

Honestly. You were enjoying being under water, already used to the stares. Except when you were almost experimented with by a mermaid scientist or similar ones. Especially one of those crazy ones. Sighing tiredly, you opened the door to your 'room', feeling homesick lately until....you found Miguel with LEGS?????

Miguel flinched at the sound of the door creaking open, freezing when he got caught by you. "Miguel....you had legs— MPH-!"

Miguel quickly covered your mouth. You would've felt intimidated if you didn't see the faint blush on the tips of his ears. "I'm only testing a device.....so be quiet, alright?" (wow. Even an underwater society is more advanced)

(Bro doesn't want to be found out that he can have ✨️legs✨️)

—to be continued—

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miguel-owhora · 4 months

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Ngl if gnaw on his like a dog on a bone BUT HEAR ME OUT . . . ‼️L A C T A T I O N‼️

— 18+ , lactation , PIV , no dialogue, just a little thing

— what they said fr. short little thing

FEMS AND MINORS DNF, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

The lingerie is torn to pieces. Well, it had been straining when Miguel slipped it on, the fabric threatening to tear around his chest, and shock, if that didn't make him wet. His chest so large, even the skimpy lingerie he had gotten couldn't stretch far enough to contain them.

You had done the honors of grabbing the chest piece and ripping it to smithereens, and Miguel had let you with dilated pupils and a throbbing cunt. His nipples had erected in the cold air, swollen and abused by your fingers when you had dipped your head and ate his soppy pussy out.

Even now you're relentless, your fat cock pumping in and out of his cunt. You've forced him down, forcibly pinned his legs down to his chest, his pussy on full display. Your cock - girthy and thick and shocking throbbing with the need to breed him - slammed in and out of him, your balls smacking against the curve of his ass, slick making every single thrust sloppy and like a slip 'n slide.

But that wasn't what had Miguel squealing and moaning, dragging his claws along the material underneath him and shredding it. It was the feeling of your mouth around his tit, shock, suckling and drinking up the milk his body was willingly offering. It had stunned the both of you when one teasing squeeze of his tit had squirted a small trickle of white liquid, of natural milk. And Miguel had no time to grab a hold of something before you were pouncing on him and drinking his milk.

Even now you suckled on it, your teeth tugging the sensitive bud as you fucked him, and all Miguel could do was sit there and take it. Take it and let you rearrange his insides, let you drink his milk, let the incomprehensible babbles and moans slip out of his mouth like a stream, pretty make up ruined, pretty lingerie destroyed - and he wants more.

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yourmommy600 · 9 months

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Worship me~

submissive priest miguel x dominant God male reader

Warning: mouth fucking dirty talk gay sumt 😘

Summary: miguel is a priest, and you're a God miguel worships, and he's been dreaming about having your big ass fucking cock in his ass so now he's doing his job and the need for your cock becomes unbearable and he falls to his knees for your cock

(Lord, save me 🥲)

3d pov.

Another day of saving people of their sins, miguel was tried, but the desire for something more from his lord under Miguel's Robe his cock throbbed in need miguel tried listening to the sinner and their sins but Miguel's cock was crying for relief miguel palmed himself his thighs clinched around his hand as his other hand covered his mouth mumbling his moans

and crys Miguel's eyes rolled into the back of his head but it was cut short by the sinner "thank you father" they said and miguel snapped out of it "y-yes of course my child you may go" miguel said and tried keeping his composer when he heard footsteps leave miguel sighed quietly how..? Why...he shouldn't want his

lord its wrong..but he couldn't help it he panted heavily his lips parted miguel stoked his dick "a-hh~" he moaned his other hand grabbed his phone he checked the time and his eyes widened 12:17 'SHIT' miguel thought it's was time for him to pray to his lord he cleaned himself and walked

out his buth he started walking to the main part of the church he stopped and fell to his knees weakly as balck smoke appeared then disappeared revealing you miguel hid his panting and he put his thighs together to hid his throbbing cock you chuckled and used your

fingertip to make miguel look up at you "hello~" you said in a teasing tone something you never before it made miguel very aroused "hi my lord" miguel replied and smiled sweetly up at you his body shaked you thought it was fear but no oh no it was way off you frowned and stroked Miguel's hair "you know not to be scared of me love" you said calmly miguel moaned quietly luckily you didn't hear it "im- not scared i- just want more" he whispered you tilted your head to side in Confusion

"What is it you want?" You asked, and miguel rubbed his hands against your inner thighs."I want... you, " miguel mumbled. You grinned and grabbed his hair, pulling it. "Oh really? Of course you do~ you fucking slut" you growled and miguel moaned "yes! Please...I want you, " miguel begged and whimpered quietly. You grinned wide and bent down and grabbed Miguel's face

"Open your mouth," you said, and miguel nodded eagerly. As you pulled away, he opened his mouth, miguel watched as you took off your pants and your cock fell against his face miguel miguel was taken a back by its lage size miguel wrapped his hand around your shaft he stroked it for a second before he put the tip in his mouth miguel rubbed his tongue against your tip making you growl getting inpatient you grip his hair forcefully pulled Miguel's head down further onto your cock miguel put his hands on your hips tears fall as your cock pressed against the back of his throat he made noises as you fucked his throat "ahh fuck you like hm? You little whore" you said and Miguel's eyes rolled to the back of his head nodding slightly you smiled

"Good~" you purred and pulled Miguel's mouth off your dick "now get ready," you command. miguel nodded and got up he walked to a bench in the room, and he leaned against the thing with his ass in the air, inviting you in you chuckled and walked over you press your dick against his ass he moaned as you tugged off his pants and boxers you grabbed his hips and slipped your cock inside Miguel's ass he gasped

As you did so your long thick cock hit his prostate and he cried "ahh- mmm~!" He moaned you chuckled and started thrusting aggressively into Miguel's ass he was stunned by your aggressive thrusts not giving him time to adjust tears fell down his face as his claws clawed at the bench "ah-hhh~!!! Y/n~~~" he moaned he wasn't quite at all

You grip the benchs headboard as leverage to thrust deeper and harder, making miguel shake. "Yeah? That's my name slut say it" you said lowly and miguel bit his bottom lip "o-ohh~~~!!! F-uck~! Y/n please~!" Miguel roared in pleasure you laughed and thrusted harder "yes...you like being fucked huh? You dirty cunt" you whispered as miguel Squirmed underneath you moaning and begging you let out a low chuckle and you griped his hips "oh look at you so sluty and submissive" you say miguel whimpered in response your cock bulge against Miguel's stomach

"yesss-~! I'm your- slut~~!!!" Miguel cried. You giggled and slammed into his ass with no mercy. miguel gasped as you grabbed his legs, pulling them up against his shoulders he gave you a glance before he leaned his head back on your shoulder. You grinned devilishly your cock only banged against his insides Stretching him miguel cried "ah-hh-~!!! Plea..se~! Stop-....your going~! To explode my insides!!" Miguel pleased but why should you? You wanted to break him, so you thrusted harder, ignoring his crys.

"Why should I? You're a dirty cunt who should be punished" you said and miguel moaned "wha-...ahhh~!" Miguel stumbled upon words he couldn't form words your powerful thrusts broke him badly all he could do was cry and moan it went on for hours miguel couldn't feel any of his limps his crys went quiet he looked at his stomach that your cock was fucking mercilessly not mercy or empathy from you miguel had cumed 7 times and you haven't cum once!

He could feel your cock twitch deep inside him he panicked "n-...no please~! Ah- i cant..~ handle anymore~!!!" he cried hot tears falling out his eyes like a storm you felt a bit bad but you didn't want to listen to him and have your cum all up in him but he really couldn't handle it you decide to pity him as you got closer to your climax you slow down you pulled out.

And your hot thick cum spilled out your cock miguel panted heavily his eyes fell hard and he fell asleep you hummed and looked at miguel sleeping you smiled and kissed his cheek you cleaned him up and dressed him you teleported inside his room and you gently put him down on his bed before leaving him there.

Haha......why? Why do I do this to myself, but he's so hot....and I love reading with him begging for readers dick why? Why.....

I hope you enjoyed 😉

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