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soullessdianthus · 10 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚

Warnings: yandere themes (manipulation, kidnapping, imprisonment), smut (overstimulation, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink if you want to interpret like so)

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A sound of pouring rain tapping over the window kept you awake. You glanced over the glass and saw the same image as for the days before - dense, forest line cutting the grassy, wild meadow off. The temperature inside and out was warm and it almost felt like summer in the countryside of your homeland. But it was all an illusion.

A high-tech screens had been put inside the window frames to imitate your well known surroundings. He put an effort to make this place look like a decent place. Somewhere you would feel comfortable. But this wasn’t even a real home, it was your prison.

After you interfered a little too much with the canon events in one of the spider-verses, Miguel O’Hara visited your world in person. He demanded an explanations from Peter Parker, a friend from college, about your doings.

Because you two learned lately about the up-coming death of uncle Ben and tried to avoid it by all means. And you almost succeed. Almost.

Miguel, a tall man with a dark look on his face, threatened Peter about the consequences of avoiding such occurrences. Parker appeared to be frightened of the stranger as Miguel’s eyes seemed to glow brightly red from frustration.

Those piercing eyes finally found your form, standing still behind your Spiderman and only then you processed what you just heard.

━ Wh-What? It was OUR idea to save your uncle! ━ You interrupted those two men, gesturing with your hands. But Peter didn’t even bother to look at you, he didn’t have enough courage to do so. He tried to frame you and put all the guilt on you. Which in the end, somehow worked out.

He agreed to that mysterious spidey-guy from another universe that someone had to bear the consequences of messing up with the timeline. And Parker pointed at you. An ultimate betrayal, ripped your heart apart.

Soon after you found yourself in that damn prison with a bracelet over your wrist to “stop you from glitching”. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

Miguel was some kind of boss around the place you found yourself in. At least that's what Lyla told you, a artificial intelligence present in the technology around you. It was him who was responsible for you from now on as he visited you every day.

At first, each time you saw him, you tried throwing things at him purely out of rage - a book, a small picture frame or a chair, but each time he managed to catch or turn down anything you tossed. He kept trying to explain to you what was happening and why he couldn’t let you go back into your world. Miguel stated that it was dangerous enough when a non-variant person was messing up with the timeline.

But was this all true? There was no one else you could ask for a second opinion, you had to believe, everything Miguel told you was the truth. Obviously, you questioned everything about him and this place. It felt like you were losing your sanity and a part of yourself.

The well-built man with brown, combed hair was very patient and understable with your rage and sorrow. Until he was not.

O’Hara had enough of your tantrums and one time he scared you truly. Eyes turning bloody red, his veins popping out and his teeth turning into long fangs. He charged at you, shoving your whole body to the wall behind. When your eyes were filled with fear and lungs emptied themself due to the force he pushed you, Miguel contained himself and moved away quickly.

You rarely saw him in this form, but when you finally did - you kept behaving well, not wanting to anger him again. Because you knew nothing about him. What if he was able to hurt you? Or even murder you?

Since then, you tried to suppress any anger and try to figure out how to return to your world, your life. And the brunette kept coming back, each day just to visit you. In the end he was your only company.

Miguel brought you new books or art supplies if you asked Lyla or him directly. The man would spend some time with you - cooking, watching movies, anything you liked to do. But it was months ago.

For the last couple of weeks, you were practically silent and apathetic. Curling inside the armchair near the “window”, napping or sobbing quietly. You’ve been in this prison for too long and it began to crush your spirit.

He acknowledged the change in you and tried talking about it. He kept assuring that he has to keep you here for the world’s sake and balance. Because if someone messes up with the canon again, the universe will collapse. You reprimanded yourself for leaning into his chest when he offered you a comforting hug. Because how could you ever want solace from your captor?

That evening was no different. Miguel visited you after work and found you sitting in silence on that damn armchair. When he crouched down, trying to catch your sight, you scooted backwards in the seat.

━ What’s wrong, cariño?

━ I want to go home. ━ Your voice full with sorrow gained his attention. Where was your spirit he adored so much? The pain in your voice almost made him feel bad. Almost.

Miguel reached towards your exposed calf and started rubbing it with his pointing finger.

━ This is your home, tú lo sabes. [sp.: you know it] ━ His voice sounded peaceful when he reached both of his arms in your direction. His embrace was welcoming, but you knew better. It was like a sweet flavored poison, spreading slowly under your skin, killing you slowly. ━ Come here.

You pushed firmly against his shoulders as you jumped out of the chair and took a few steps back.

━ Miguel ━ you said his name loudly, gaining his full attention. You were being hysterical again. ━ I’ve been here FOR MONTHS. I had life before, I had A PURPOSE. You took it from me!

He tried, he really tried holding himself back this time you talked back. But your whining became annoying and Miguel just knew what would make you feel better.

He stood up to his full height, easily towering over you. Brunette came closer, taking each step slowly, like he was giving you time to calm yourself or at least apologize. But you didn’t even back out.

Miguel was leaning to look into your glimmering eyes and he saw how much you hated him at that moment. “We need to work on that temper”, he once told you, but you thought nothing of it.

His little, feisty nymph. That’s what he liked to think of you.

━ Fine ━ he growled right in your face, before grabbing your arm. ━ I’ll give you a purpose.

The sound of your heavy panting echoed through the room. You tried straightening your hands again, but unsuccessfully as your muscles gave up a long time ago. Only his strong hands kept your ass higher than your head, by the tightening grip over your already bruised hips.

Miguel kept thrusting into your tight cunt until you were a sobbing mess. He already pushed you over the edge at least three times, devouring the little noises you made and how your pussy clenched around his swollen shaft.

Brunette kept one of his palms spread between your shoulder blades, keeping your upper half down, making your spine arch better.

The sweat covered the back of your bent knees, him sliding in and out of you with ease, because of your wetness. Miguel certainly knew where to touch you to make you break into pieces between his fingers.

━ See, doesn't that feel good to be by my side, cariño? ━ He leaned over your puffing frame, cheek dipped in the sheets while he kept fucking you stupid.

━ Mig-Miguel… I can’t… n-no more…. ━ You whispered to him, feeling as each thrust of his hips pushed his cock deeper inside of you. The coiling sensation started to build up again between your trembling legs and in stomach. ━ Please!

━ Just one more, darling. ━ He heard you clearly, but yet he kept sliding in and out of you violently, chasing his own sweet release.

Miguel took his hand away from your back and sneaked between your puffy lips. He spreaded them, opening you up and making it easier for him to find your clit. And when he finally did so, the brunette started rubbing it in a rhythm that quickly made you reach your another orgasm that night.

Your body tensed suddenly and then collapsed into his pelvis, sinking his swollen cock deeper. When your cunt fluttered around him uncontrollably and your eyes rolled backwards, he came inside you, clenching his teeth.

He tilted forward and placed both of his strong hands on each side of you, while coming down from his high. He noticed your grip tightening over bed sheets and smiled, before giving you a tender kiss on the temple.

━ Mi pequeña ninfa. Do you understand now, that only I can protect you? [sp.: My little nymph]

Miguel loved his girl no matter if she had a bad day or not. He was going to make sure, no one will ever take you from him. You’re his precious troublemaker, aren’t you?

━ You belong with me. ━ He growled into your ear.

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fortheloveofleon · 10 months

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BABY FEVER

⊱ Pairing: Yandere!Miguel x Reader

⊱ Summary: Miguel misses the joys of being a father. He just wants you to understand the happiness a child can bring — even if he has to make you…

⊱ Contents: 18+, Yandere!Miguel, Mean!Miguel, Dark Content, Baby Trapping, Dubious Consent, Smut, BDSM (Bondage), Rough Sex, Choking, Breeding Kink, Blood Kink, Creampie, Slight Hint to a Mommy Kink At The End

You’re laid up on this lavish bed, sore hands clasped above your head in a pair of metal handcuffs. The tough material is etching into your skin, chafing and nipping each time Miguel thrusts into you.

“‘Guel,” you slur out his name, a shuddery breath escaping as he grinds into you harder, “s’ too much, I-I’m sorry.”

An angry mess towering over you, Miguel scowls at your pathetic begging. Silent but seething, the taller man merely runs his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, panting as he reaches down to grasp your face with his large hand.

Eyes locking with yours, Miguel draws his slick-stained cock all the way out of your tight cunt, just until his tip remains — then he pushes back in, hard and fast, earning a loud cry from you.

The mix of hurt and pleasure is a dangerous one, a welcomed warning that hums through your body as his speed of his thrusts pick up again.

Miguel doesn’t really care that he might be hurting you right now — quite frankly, he’s hoping you were in a bit of pain.

You deserved it.

You were such a slut, throwing yourself at all the other guys at Headquarters. He should’ve known better than to let other men get that close to you.

But of course — Miguel was insane, and delusional.

You had nothing done nothing of the sort, but only made the innocent mistake at smiling. A mere smile at Peter whilst playing with Mayday was enough to drive Miguel to this state.

He’s always been protective, obsessive, Miguel can’t even deny it.

“Ungrateful. Fucking. Whore,” he hisses, each word enunciated with a heavy surge of his hips — white fangs are bared as he leans in closer to you, breathing out a laugh at your dazed form. Tough hands find a home around your neck, clutching.

The grip is a reminder, a threat of what could always happen.

But it’s for your own good. How could a sweet girl like you survive in a big, bad world like this without him?

Your fingers grasp helplessly at his forearms as black dots speckle your vision. Eyes rolling back into your head, hiccuped moans pulse from you as his shaft slams in and out of you.

“I’m…” you choke out as a familiar syrupy warmth begins to tremor from your lower half, “I-I’m gonna…”

Your sentence is incomplete, stuttering to a close, yet it’s whole to Miguel — he knows what you need. You’re merely a finger stroke away from cumming your fucking brains out.

Miguel latches his mouth onto the side of your bruising neck, sharpness pinching your skin when he finally bites down. A sickening blend of pain and euphoria surges through you.

It’s like you hit Cloud Nine — you’re panting, whimpering, back arching and cunt clenching as your orgasm builds and breaks. Sweet, sweet ecstasy fills every ounce of you, and you can feel it so hard, it’s like you’re choking more from the pleasure than his palms.

A tangy metallic taste coats Miguel’s tongue and he can’t help but moan out with you at the taste. “Ha…mi corazón…”

A throaty chuckle vibrates against your skin as Miguel suckles at the bleeding marks, lips leading to press wet kisses. His thrusts have grown sloppy, greedy as he wants to find his own end.

The length of his cock is barely leaving your cunt, hips rolling rapidly with little rhythm as he grunts and groans.

All he wants is you.

The feeling of his body on yours snaps you of your daze as a daunting realisation comes to mind.

“Wait!” you rasp out, jiggling the cuffs above your head. “Guel, y-you need to pull out.”

Chest heaving, Miguel pauses, cock still buried deep inside you. Posted above, caging you in between his forearms, wordlessly questioning you.

“You’re not…you’re not wearing a condom,” you breathe out quietly, carefully. “You need to pull out.”

Miguel is silent, staring.

His fingers slowly brush away the damp hairs sticking to your face, rubbing his thumb over your plump lips, almost like he’s trying to remember it’s shape through touch alone.

If love had a taste, he thinks, it would be your mouth.

He kisses you, soft and gentle, and you can’t help but melt. Pulling away, Miguel cups your jaw. A ghost of a smile lingers, but refuses to show.

Sometimes, Miguel tries to consider the lengths of his obsession with you — where it stemmed from, how it started. He could never find a straight answer. But there was one undeniable truth.

Miguel is irrevocably in love with you.

He’d only accept death if you were the one holding that knife.

Miguel is in love. But he can’t say it. The last time he showed he was capable of loving something, the universe took it from him.

But he didn’t need to say anything… he could show you.

His voice is low as he shakes his head and speaks, eyes boring into yours. “You, are going to make a great mother.”

And God, the way your eyes widened could’ve killed him right there.

Without warning, he drives into your heat faster than ever, frantic and filled with a purpose once more.

“Miguel, please wait!” you whimper out.

The headboard bangs and creaks, slamming against the wall as fucks you faster than before. Every nerve of yours is aflame, overstimulated from the wave of your orgasm. Your mouth is agape, eyes tearing and Miguel only looks down with hooded eyes, smirking before a chuckle breaks from his throat.

“You’re mine,” he hisses out, hands groping your hips, plunging his cock deeper.

Miguel’s laughter mixes into a moan, soft but spiteful, filling and fucking you until he slams into you one final time, choked groans unravelling as he finally spills into you.

You twitch beneath him in that moment, legs shaking. He shifts, steadying himself so he doesn’t crush you beneath his weight. A few silent seconds pass, filled only with the sounds of your heavy breathing.

Like a cat, Miguel nuzzles into your neck, nipping at your skin before unclasping the cuffs, throwing the metal away. Heavy arms snake around your body, holding you captive once more. He kisses your neck.

“So,” he breathes out, “did I make you feel good…mommy?”

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kinkandkreep · 11 months

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♡︎ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎!𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙾'𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

♡︎ 𝙲𝚆: 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜)

♡︎ "__" 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

♡︎ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 2 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎

Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ ɪs ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ, sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ, ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʟ (ᴜɴsᴛᴀʙʟᴇ) ᴀɴᴅ, ᴀs I ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ, ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴍɪx ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Tᴏ sᴜᴍ ᴜᴘ, ᴀs ᴀ Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs sᴏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ

Hᴇ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴜɴᴛ ɴᴀɪʟs ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɢʜs ᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ɢʀɪᴘs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴀʙʟᴇ ʙʀᴜɪsɪɴɢ

Hᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ/sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀʟᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴏɴᴇs ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏʀᴛ

As ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs, Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’s sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴛɪʟɪᴢᴇ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴄᴛɪᴄs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ

Hᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ, ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ sᴜᴄᴄᴇssғᴜʟ ɪɴ ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ Sᴛᴏᴄᴋʜᴏʟᴍ Sʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ

Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ɪs ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄɪɴɢ sᴘᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ sᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ

Hᴇ’s ᴀʟsᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ (ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛʟʏ) ʀɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ “ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ” ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

Yᴇs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs

Dᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ɪɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ’s ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘᴀʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʏᴏu

Hᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴠᴇ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

Being in a relationship with Miguel is…blissful.

Or, it was anyway.

It was, until he started showing Signs™.

At first, you just assumed that as he naturally became more comfortable in the relationship, he also naturally became a little more possessive and handsy.

Initially, you didn’t have a problem with it, seeing as it wasn’t so severe and so noticeable. You actually thought it was cute, if not a little silly.

…….

But then, it started to get worse.

You’d told Miguel towards the beginning of your relationship that you wanted to take things slow, and pace yourself. He seemed understanding at the time, if not a little bit agitated. That struck you as odd, but he quickly recovered and even agreed, so you overlooked it for the time being.

After some time though, he started trying to speed things along, going against what you’d initially agreed upon.

He started talking of moving in together and getting married, neither of which were things you were necessarily opposed to, but just not so soon.

When you tried to explain this to Miguel, he seemed agitated again, trying, and ultimately failing, to get you to agree to his new terms.

You did still love him, and wanted to make things work however, so you decided to compromise and start spending some nights over at his place. This seemed to sate him for the time being, and he treated you very well, so you saw no harm in it.

That is until he started not wanting to let you leave.

At first, he would gently convince you to extend your stays from a night or two, to three and four at a time.

That would’ve been fine, had you not needed to work.

When you brought this up to him, he frowned, jokingly saying that you should quit because, since you belonged to him, he was more than capable of taking care of you.

At least, you thought he was joking.

You of course knew that Miguel was very well-off, and absolutely could provide all your wants and needs.

But you thought it dangerous to be entirely dependent on someone else for your livelihood, and thus declined, laughing awkwardly.

Miguel? He wasn’t laughing.

“You should really consider my words, cariño.” He’d spoken with an odd tone, expression unnervingly flat.

You nodded, even while knowing you wouldn’t be quitting in the foreseeable future.

Not voluntarily anyway.

After that encounter, things seemed to return to some semblance of normalcy. You were still spending an increasing amount of time at Miguel’s, but otherwise you went to work and went on dates with Miguel and everything was fine.

Then the gifting started.

Miguel began to lavish you in ridiculously expensive presents, things that were beautiful, but that you personally had no need or desire for.

“Gigi, this is simply too much,” you’d told him once, after he’d presented to you a diamond and sapphire necklace engraved with his initials that, had you known the price of, you were sure would have made you gag.

“Nonsense,” he’d said, holding your gaze with an intense one of his own. “Only the best for mi reina.”

With Miguel’s insistence and little other option, you allowed him to put the necklace on you, missing his satisfied little smirk.

You weren’t aware of it at the time, but the necklace was just one of the ways Miguel intended to mark you as his.

The gift giving continued, and for a moment, you considered that one of Miguel’s love languages was giving/receiving gifts. You weren’t exactly wrong, nor were you too alarmed about the gifts after a while of receiving them.

That was until the nature of the gifts turned a little…odd.

Miguel began gifting you what were damn near collars instead of simple necklaces, starting with a few that were dainty and lowkey enough to where you wouldn’t get questions about them when wearing them in public, to some that were downright gaudy, large and heavy against your throat.

Each one had his name or initials somewhere on it, and Miguel seemed to adore seeing you with one on.

He also eventually gifted you a new cell.

Which again struck you as odd because you had no need for a new one.

You knew it would do you no good to try and refuse, as Miguel could be very persistent and persuasive when he wanted to be.

So, somewhat begrudgingly, you accepted the phone, not thinking too much of it beyond that.

That changed when one night, as you were scrolling through it and trying to figure out the settings, you noticed that the location feature had been turned on. You turned it off, as you did with all your phones and carried on, this time scrolling through the pre-installed apps and deleting or deactivating the ones you knew you wouldn’t need.

That was all well and good, and you fiddled around more with the phone until you encountered something that made you sit upright in bed, staring at your new device with pinched brows.

There was a hidden tracking app embedded deep into the phone's software, and no matter what you tried, you couldn’t delete it or deactivate it.

Huffing in annoyance, you clicked on the app, only to find that there was a blinking red dot settled right over your current location.

‘But I thought I turned my location off?’

You went and double checked the settings and sure enough, the location feature was still off.

You sat perturbed for a minute, before remembering who exactly had given you the phone.

‘Gigi…’

The next day you stomped up to his apartment door, banging on it obnoxiously.

The door swung open easily and there stood Miguel, almost as if he had been expecting you.

“Mi reina, is something the ma-...”

Disregarding Miguel’s words, you pushed past him into the apartment, turning to face him as he closed the door.

“Why is there some weird tracking app on my phone Miguel?”

Miguel frowned, displeased with your use of his given name instead of the nickname you’d given him.

“What do you-”

“You know exactly what I mean Miguel. You’re a genius with a ridiculous number of resources at your disposal. I’m sure you were well aware that this phone had a tracking feature and I’m also becoming increasingly sure that you are the one who put it there. Now tell me, why do you feel the need to cross that boundary and track me like I’m your teenage daughter instead of your girlfriend and a grown woman with her own faculties?”

Unbeknownst to you, hearing you talking in such a manner was causing Miguel to become increasingly aroused. He knew that now was a bad time though, as you seemed genuinely upset and probably wouldn’t appreciate having the (non)issue blown off by his horny machinations.

Instead he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You weren’t supposed to find that.”

You scoffed, eyes and mouth opened wide in shock. “So I was right! You gave me a bugged phone to what? Spy on me? Like some sort of creep?”

“It is not creepy.” Miguel spoke firmly, frown deepening. “It’s only there so that I am always aware of your location. And that in the event something happens I can locate you and keep you out of harm’s way.”

“You may dress it up so that it sounds noble Miguel, but that still doesn’t excuse the fact that you put a tracker in my phone without consulting me first. That’s, again, a boundary crossed. And it’s not ok.”

Now, Miguel was becoming angry, and you could see the emotion swirling in his crimson irises.

He understood your frustration, to a degree.

Yes, he had put the tracker on your phone without telling you but it was only so that you wouldn’t be alarmed. And besides, the tracker was there for your benefit and right now, you were being so ungrateful.

Miguel felt unhappy that you were upset with him, and also mad, because you didn’t appreciate him in his effort to keep you safe.

“I did that for your benefit, __. Why can’t you just be grateful?”

“Grateful that my boyfriend doesn’t trust me to be able to handle myself and grateful that he crosses my boundaries? Yeah, right. Whatever.”

You intended to brush past him, but nearly dropped the phone when Miguel tightly grabbed your wrist. As you turned to face him, you could see the red of his glare becoming more intense, and he was breathing a little heavier than before.

“You will not just come into my home and be ungrateful and disrespectful, then just leave. I believe you owe me an apology.”

You were too stunned to speak. You’d never seen Miguel this angry and you could feel fear creeping up your spine.

You winced as his grip on your wrist tightened when you didn’t respond, and you were sure that it would bruise after.

“Let me go Miguel!”

“Not until you apologize.” He hissed out the words, still maintaining that deadly eye contact.

Becoming genuinely afraid that he would shatter your wrist, you stuttered out a quick apology, trying and failing to yank your arm from Miguel’s grasp.

“Say it like you mean it. What do you have to be sorry for?”

You struggled a bit longer before finally conceding when his grip became more painful.

“F-fine! I-...I’m sorry that I disrespected you, and I’m sorry for being ungrateful.”

And just like that, Miguel’s entire demeanor changed.

He smiled, releasing your wrist and opening his arms for a hug.

“See cariño? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

As he took a step forward, you quickly turned, rushing out of the front door and ignoring Miguel’s yells for you to stop.

You continued to ignore Miguel for a few days after that.

You’d intentionally left the bugged phone at his apartment, and since you’d done that, he instead resorted to blowing up your old phone with calls, messages and voicemails.

They’d been incessant over the days you spent apart from him, and you left everything unread and unlistened to.

Deciding to try and take your mind off your relationship troubles, you called up some of your best girl friends and favorite female cousin and asked if they wanted to meet up.

Everyone enthusiastically agreed and you all gathered for brunch, where you discussed the issues you’d been having with Miguel.

“__, it sounds like this behavior has become serious. He gripped your wrist so tight it bruised! And you say he’s been calling and texting you nonstop over the past few days? None of that is normal, healthy behavior.” Your cousin spoke with authority, watching you with a very concerned expression.

Your friends readily agreed, and you couldn’t help but feel they were right.

You and Miguel had been together now for almost a year, and you could recall towards the beginning of your relationship how sweet and kind, albeit a little awkward, he’d been.

Now, he was morphing into a possessive monster in front of your very eyes.

After brunch and bidding your girls goodbye, you made your way back to your apartment, mind so occupied that you didn’t even notice you were being tailed from up above.

When you got home, you sighed, putting away your coat and purse and preparing to unwind for the day. You hadn’t paid attention to the fact that you hadn’t received a single call or message from Miguel while you were at brunch.

Feeling a little tired, you stripped down and hopped into the shower, contemplating your cousin’s words from earlier.

‘She’s right,’ you eventually decided. ‘I hate to say it, but I think it’s time Miguel and I call it quits. He’s become so…different, and it is not a good different.’

Sighing, you finished up your shower, wrapping yourself in a towel and exiting the bathroom.

Only to scream upon seeing Miguel, shrouded in shadow, standing at his full height in your bedroom.

His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, his red irises burning with unbridled rage.

“Did you have fun, muñeca? Talking shit about me with your little friends?”

You couldn’t move, so afraid you were of what he might do if you did.

“M-Miguel, I-...why…h-how-...”

You paused as Miguel began walking closer to you, and with each step he took forward, you took a step back.

“Imagine how hurt I was, to hear my name be slandered, to be called a monster, and to see you sit there and not defend me?! You’ve been ignoring me for 3 days, __. You refused to answer or return a single one of my calls or messages. What if I had needed you, huh? Are you really that much of a heartless bitch?” He spit the last word, now quickly advancing towards you.

Risking it to turn for just a moment, you bolted out of your room and into the kitchen, scrambling for a knife before screaming again when Miguel wrapped both arms around you, grunting as you struggled and flailed.

You kept this up for a moment longer before yelling in pain as Miguel sank his fangs into your shoulder, releasing a small dose of the paralytic toxin he produced into your bloodstream.

It only took a second to take effect, and soon you were limp in his arms.

“I really didn’t want to have to do that, __, but you left me no choice.” He laid you down on the couch, and you could only watch as he began pacing back and forth.

‘’Why did you make me do that __?! Aye coño, I had planned to be civil about this.”

He paced more, mumbling to himself as he did. Eventually, he stopped suddenly, kneeling before you and cupping your face as he spoke.

“I love you so much __. I would do anything for you and you hurt me like this? No…NO! This isn’t you. It’s them. They got into your head and turned you against me. Everything I do is because I love you. And they would have you convinced that I’m a threat.” Miguel's expression darkened scarily.

“I’ll show them what a true threat looks like.”

Your eyes widened, as much as they could anyway, at Miguel’s words.

He wouldn’t actually hurt your friends…would he?

You didn’t get much longer to think on it, as Miguel quickly lifted you off of the couch.

“We’re going home, __. I’m sorry to say, but you can’t be trusted on your own, away from me. I have to keep you safe, keep you away from those who would try to taint our love.”

With that said, and with little other option, you felt a tear trickle down your cheek as Miguel carries you out of the door to your apartment, and away from life as you previously knew it.

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Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴇsᴄᴀʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ, Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ sᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴘᴇɴᴛʜᴏᴜsᴇ

Iɴɪᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ

Iғ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴡʜʏ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ sᴛʀᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜsᴛᴇᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ

Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ, Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ғɪʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғɪʀᴇ

As ᴅᴇʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɪs, ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏʙsᴛɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ sʜʏɴᴇss

Nᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴀsɪɴɢʟʏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ, sᴜᴘᴇʀᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ʜᴀs ɴᴏᴡ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs, ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏsᴛᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ 🙃

Iғ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴠᴇʜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴅᴇɴʏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ

Hᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪʀᴍ

Hᴇ’s sᴜᴘᴇʀᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀɪʟʏ

Hᴇ’s ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴀʀʙɪᴛʀᴀʀʏ ᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ “ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ”, ʜᴇ’s ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ

Yᴇᴀʜ, ʜᴇ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴀɪᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀʀᴍ ᴛʜᴇᴍ (ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ)

Aɴᴅ ʜᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ “ʜᴏsᴛᴀɢᴇ,” ʜᴇ’s ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀғᴇ

Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴏᴜsʟʏ ʀᴇғᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍs Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴏᴜsʟʏ ʀᴇᴀғғɪʀᴍ

Sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ғɪɢʜᴛ Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ, ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ

Iᴛ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴜsᴇ- ᴀ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴠᴀʟɪᴅ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇᴅ

Nᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴇɴsᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ!

Hᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ

Hᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇssʟʏ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ

Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴋ ᴛʏᴘᴇ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ

Hᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴅᴏᴄɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ᴀ sɪɢɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴇ “ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇ”

As ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴs ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ʙᴇᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴋ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴛʀᴜsᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀɪʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ, sᴇᴇᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɪᴅᴇ

Mɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴀɴɪᴛʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ɪɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ

Pʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴋ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪʀsᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 11 months

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■□▪︎The Viewer, The Liar▪︎■□

{Yandere Miguel O'hara/Reader}

《When self-awareness becomes self-loathing.》

The Spider-Man of 2099 didn't expect to see.. Well. You appear in the monitor. An attractive human sitting on a simple couch reading through a comic book.

What world was this?

It was different than the worlds he had traveled to, the people from those worlds.

Comparing it to you, it didn't feel right.

So he watched you, saving your current coordinates on one of the monitors as he focused back on his work.

Lyla, when noticing this, questions Miguel as he shrugs at her absent-mindedly. (Mostly ignoring.)

The A.I. notices that.. You don't have a location. Much less one to travel to if needed.

"I don't even think they're a Spider, Miguel?" Lyla states in confusion, watching you as well curiously. As if seeing an endangered animal.

Days go bye, and Miguel notices that he started to watch you more often than reflecting on his past memories or a life he could have had.

It was if he was tuning in a late-day show, wanting to see where the main character, (You), would do next.

He'd watch you laugh, cry, sing, dance, anything with you in it.

"Oh God, why!" You screamed at the burnt meal you brought out of the oven, hurriedly placing it down on the table.

It became less of a routine as it was now borderline obsession.

His mind started to drift off into what your life would be like with him in it.

Would he look like he belonged there? Would you smile at him so sweetly when you see something you enjoy. Or would you look at him in terror, believing he was a creature from a T.V show?

He didn't know, he didn't care, knowing it could only be a fantasy as he saw more of your story play out before him.

"Lyla, any new news on the -" "Aghhh!" Miguel gave the A.I. a confused glare as he looked away from the report he was typing. " "It's always, "any location on the other anomaly this" or "try to track coordinates"! Miguel, I got no clue! Zero!"

[Yes, I wrote something for spiderverse. Couldn't help it! Let me know if I did good! Maybe I'll male more in the future! Comments, reblogs and hearts appreciated! Image is from the movie poster which goes to sonny! Love that he's falling lol♡]

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selfmessages · 9 months

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Whipped Miguel who worships the ground you walk on—literally, this man is completely enamored by your existence. I mean, how could someone so perfect, so divine, even be real? Miguel constantly reminds you of how perfect he thinks you are. Praise for you is always at the tip of his tongue. Even if you don’t think you’re perfect, you could do absolutely no wrong in his eyes.

Whipped Miguel who vows to protect you til his very last breath. He doesn’t make any effort to hide how protective he is of you either. Pretty much all of Spider Society knows of his possessiveness over you. If so much as a hair on your head is out of place- (just imagine what he did to miles and times it by 10) Most of his free time is spent following you around under the guise of him needing to protect you. (It’s true, he wants to protect you from danger but he mostly just wants to spend time with you… and scare off any people who might try to take you from him.) You sometimes joke that he acts like a little puppy with separation anxiety. He’ll roll his eyes and cross his arms with a huff in a typical Miguel fashion, but we all know he doesn’t mind.

Whipped Miguel who stops at nothing to please you, including in bed. His favorite position is missionary. Simply because he loves seeing your face and all the expressions you make while he hits your sweet spot dead on, over and over again. He also loves hearing your sweet moans, maybe a little too much to the point where he constantly overstimulates you. He’ll have you shaking and twitching uncontrollably from the mind-bending orgasms he gives you. His aftercare is top tier so you don’t mind. He will clean you, change the bedsheets, get you food/water, and whatever else you need.

Whipped Miguel who loves having you in his arms. Fall asleep while he’s holding you and he could die a happy man right then and there. If you’re having any self-doubts he will plant you firmly in his lap with his arms around you while whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear. He just loves you so much.

We ❤️ whipped Miguel

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lovelybrooke · 10 months

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Yandere Spiderman Across the Spiderverse x reader Concept

I really, really loved this movie and I'm super excited to write for it. I'm kinda sad this was only part 1, but it was great either way. On another note, I've seen the requests for this movie, and I will be writing those, so be patient with me. Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy, and please request if you want to see more. (This is also not going to be 100% canon, sorry).

Life is super boring, at least that's how you viewed it. Everything was pretty monotonous, you wake up, go to school, go to work, go home, do homework, eat, sleep, and repeat. It's not even like it was bad, it's just, tiring.

This was until you meant Peter Parker. At the time, you thought there was nobody else like him, how stupid were you, right? You met when you two were paired up for a project at school, and eventually, after a little encouragement and time, you two became best friends.

Of course, at the time, you knew about Spiderman, New York's friendly neighborhood hero, but you never thought it was Peter. When he told you, you honestly thought he was joking, laughing at him as he tried to be open with you. After a long, long talk, you eventually came to terms with your friend's responsibility.

Everything was pretty good for a while, and you eventually even started helping Peter out on his little hero escapades. You weren't as courageous as him, so you ended up becoming his "guy in the chair", you didn't come up with the name. Your knowledge in technology allowed you to stay back and help him on missions from the safety of your home. You'd notify him whenever there was a villain in the area, hack into surveillance cameras to make sure he wasn't being seen by the police, and even made some upgrades to him suit to make him even stronger.

Everything was great, until the death of Peter's Uncle Ben. He meant everything to Peter, so when he died, Peter just, stopped talking to you for a while, it's like he just completely shut down. You tried to get a hold of him, but it was basically impossible. His aunt May never knew where he was, and you couldn't track his suit, so for a while, he was just a ghost.

When he did finally show up again, he was different. He used to be extroverted, happy and bubbly. But when he returned after months of silence, he was cold and distant. You could tell something was off with him, and the fact that you couldn't track his suit put you off. You knew he was okay with the tracker so you could contact him in case of emergencies, so then why was it suddenly not working?

For the short time Peter was back, he barely talked to you, and when he did, he was muttering something about someone trying to get him, which you assumed was because he was so out of it after coming back. When you tried to ask about it, he rambled something about the multiverse, before quickly shutting up. You never got the chance to ask him about it, because the next day he was gone, again. And you haven't seen him since.

And that's how you're back to your supper boring life. It was sad that your best and only friend was gone, Aunt May was devastated. Most of your time was spent trying to find him, using all the knowledge you had to find any trace of him. You assumed that his disappearance had something to do with the metaverse nonsense he was muttering about, but everything you found led to a dead end.

You were about to give up when a strange portal appeared into your room. It started out small, before quickly overtaking most your room, sucking you and some of your stuff in with it. It was a terrifying few seconds before you stopped moving, your butt hitting the floor. When you opened your eyes, you quickly figured out you were in some strange new place. Even though the room you were in was dark, you could tell it was super high tech, computers and wires everywhere.

It took you a while to stand up, disoriented as you were. As you stood up, a few lights turned up. Not enough lights to make you feel less nervous, but enough to see who was in the room with you. The man was tall, towering over you on his hovering platform, his back towards you. You didn't want to say anything, afraid of the man in front of you.

"You're digging to deep, (Y/N)." He said, his head tilting toward you, only a part of his face visible.

"Who are you?" You murmur, "why am I here?" you question.

"Don't worry, I'm doing this for your own good." What does that mean? His platform eventually reaches the ground, allowing him to walk close to you. Despite his intimidating demeanor, you felt a sense of comfort around him, which almost caused you to let your guard down. Slowly, the man brought his hand close to your head, brushing a small strand of hair out of your face. "I'm Miguel O'Hara, Earth-928's Spiderman."

You started to panic at that, this must be the Multiverse Peter was talking about. You took a step back from Miguel, the room around you becoming tense once again. You shake your head, giving Miguel a confused look, "So, the Multiverse is real? There's more than one Spiderman?" Miguel takes a slow step forward, eying you carefully.

"Yes." That doesn't really answer your question, but he continues, "and it's my job to make sure the multiverse stays stable." You look at the ground, suppressing tears, is that why Peter is gone? You stay quiet, prompting Miguel to continue, "that's why I need your help." Shocked, you looked at him, Miguel getting closer and closer to you. "With your skills, you can help a lot of people." You didn't know how to respond, simply looking at him with tear feared eyes. When Miguel wrapped you up in a tight hug, your fears for Peter were confirmed, he was gone.

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Ever since, you've been working for Spider society. You mostly stayed with Miguel, seeing him a sort of father figure, even though you would never tell him that. Miguel gave you a room close to his, a room you barely even left, why would you when all your computers and tech is in there.

Miguel was protective of you the moment he met you, met being a strong word since you didn't know about him. You were just so kind and happy; he was almost jealous of your earths Spiderman. He never planned on killing him, especially since he knew what it would do to your dimension, but you were safer with him anyway.

He hated when you started becoming friends with the other Spider people, mainly the ones closer to you in age. He knew you were shy, but that also meant people would take advantage of you. It's why he didn't mind you staying in your room, he could keep watch of you there better anyway.

Gwen was fine, since for the most part she wasn't a troublemaker. She was the one to make sure you were eating, which Miguel was appreciative of. She would also bring in movies from her dimension for you to watch. Pavitr wasn't that bad, though he did like to push you out of your comfort zone a lot, but always knew when you were uncomfortable. Hobie was a different story, he was like a big brother to you, and would do your makeup and teach you how to play different instruments. Though, he always managed to get you caught up in all his little scheming, which does not make Miguel happy. When Miles eventually starts showing up, he also becomes one of your close friends, often hanging out with you and Gwen.

Most of the Spiders were pretty aware of their obsession with you, some of them more conscious of their behavior than others, but they see it as their job to protect you. You're one of the few non spiders welcomed into Spider society, of course your important to them. They've all lost so much; they couldn't lose you too. None of them are afraid of using their trauma against you to make you forget about your dimension and your Peter.

For most of them, you're the only peace they have. When they come back from a long mission, they just want to be with you, because you're the only constant in their lives. You're probably the only thing keeping Miguel from losing his mind, he just wants to keep you safe. They all just want to keep you safe.

It's why Miguel doesn't let you leave HQ; it's why he encourages you to call him dad. It's why Gwen will subtly remind you about the death of her best friend and how she couldn't handle losing you as well. It's why Hobie and Pavitr get upset when you mention anything from your dimension. Its why Miles can't stand being away from you for more than a week. You understand, don't you?

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A/n: I don't know how to feel about this but I'm happy it's out. I know I didn't get into Jessica or Peter B Parker, but I hope you guys like this. I have a lot of ideas for this, and I will not be shutting up about Spiderman anytime soon. Please, please, please request. Thank you!!!

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multifariousqueer · 10 months

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Hello girl! how are you? doing well?

Can I request a E 42 yandere miles X reader? Am yes, E 42 reader is dead, omg how original XD

But the E 42 reader had this "church girl" or "flower girl" innocent type persona. And when E 1610 reader arrived with miles, she is a loud, cusses out a lot and has a hammer with her at all times.

E 42 miles sees her and while stunned to see such drastic personality change, he still sees his beloved in her and wants to keep her in his world and in his life? Add flashbacks if ya like! you can change it if you want! whatever makes it be awesome! luv you! <3

Hey, love!! I can totally do this

Suerte- Miles G x Reader

A/n: I hope y’all enjoy this!!

Warnings: strong language, angst, suggestiveness, reader being a spider person, descriptions of blood and yandere behavior, kidnapping, lmk if I missed anymore

You were falling off of a building, it seemed your screams would never end as you looked up into the endless sky waiting for someone, anyone to save you. Miles watched as he tried to run and save you but by then it was too late, the sound of your skull hitting the pavement and the crimson blood that flowed from your nose was enough to indicate that you were gone and there was no saving you. Miles cradled your softer skull as the police and ambulance arrived.

Suddenly, Miles woke up in a cold sweat. It was Sunday now, and he had to get ready for church the only reason he was going was because you convinced him too

You managed to convince Miles to do just about anything; he just couldn’t say no to your adorable face and he hated disappointing you. You two seemed like an odd couple at first, with Miles being tough, cold and closed off whereas you were bright, happy, innocent and it seemed like you could do no wrong. You went to church every Sunday, you prayed all the time, you helped everyone and everything and Miles fell for your soft innocence and your warmth. He fell for your simplicity, your poise, your patience and how you felt like a piece of heaven.

The day he lost you was the day he lost himself. Miles was never the same after you left; he closed himself off completely and adopted the Prowler moniker. He felt like he failed you and that you would be so dissapointed if you saw him now. Miles would have flashbacks to you telling him how much you loved him and how you would always love him in every universe, so he decided to pray and beg God for you back and eventually, he got that.

“MILES WHERE THE FLYING FUCK ARE WE??” you shouted

“I’M TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT, Y/N” Miles shouted back

You and your Miles were best friends since you both came to Visions. He found out you had powers the same as him and you two clicked immediately. It seemed you two were fated to be together; same music taste, fashion choices and morals its just you were a bit more harsh than him

“I think we’re home?” Miles questioned

“I don’t remember Brooklyn looking this shitty” you said

“It’s just dark, come on, we can go to my house. My mom loves you” you said

Mrs. Morales loved you because not only were you quick on your feet, you also made Miles happy and you made a great first impression. She thought you were exactly like Miles, just more abrasive and she thought you were sweet.

You went to Miles room and it looked different, almost more grown. Your spider-sense went off and just as you went to tell Miles, Rio was there and greeting him. She looked at you like she had seen a ghost, tears spilling from her...green eyes??

“Y/n?” she whispered

“Yeah? Hi Mrs. Morales” you went, going to give her a hug which she reciprocated just more eagerly

“Oh Mija, I thought you were dead. Gracias Dios, you answered my prayers” she said, sobbing and looking up at the sky

Her and Miles had a conversation and you both revealed your identities in which she was indifferent about. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal an Uncle Aaron.

He saw you and his eyes went wide. He stalked closer to you before grabbing your shoulders and shaking his head

“Is it really you, y/n?” he said

“uhh yeah last time I checked” you chuckled, grabbing your body as a joke

“Where did you go? How are you here?” he asked in disbelief

“Well interesting story actually, we used something called our legs and walked here” you joked, usually Aaron could appreciate your humor because it was one of the things he told Miles before he died

“Miles, you won’t find another girl like her. Girls like y/n don’t come around like that so I’d advise you to keep her"

“Got it” Miles would say

It was like you were looking into a portal of dead people, your entire body clenched when his gaze suddenly went cold.

He lead Miles and you to the roof when suddenly, you felt a strong stinging in your neck and just as you were about to hit the floor, a strong pair of arms grabbed you and you heard voices

“She’s not your, y/n man. She’s meaner”

“I don’t care"

You awoke with a splitting headache on a couch. Your limbs were handcuffed together and it was dark; your eyes immediately went to search for your Miles when you saw him tied to a bag

“He won’t be up for a bit, hes out cold. Maybe we can keep him that way” a voice said

“He’s not the only one who’s gonna be out cold. Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” you snapped

“Hm. So hostile, my Y/n would never speak like that” a man said approaching you

“Dawg are you smoking crack? Speed? Bath Salts? Because you gotta be fucked up if you think-“ you started

“la muchacha sucia(dirty girl), I should’ve put that gag on you while you were out” he said, taking off his mask to reveal your boyfriend just more gaunt

“Listen here you Rick and Morty knockoff, if you try that, I will bite your finger off, comprende?” you said

“Si. Eres muy bonita pero tu boca es tan asquerosa. I can tell you aren’t from here” he smirked

“Just so you know, just because you called me pretty doesn’t mean I won’t crush your nuts the second I get out of these chains. Listen, your knockoff prowler suit doesn’t scare me and neither do these chains, I could break out right now but I’m intrigued” you said

You heard groaning and saw your Miles move

“MILES” you screamed into the other Miles’ ear

“Y/N. GET AWAY FROM HER” your Miles shouted

The other Miles ignored him but he grabbed your throat and forced you to look up at him

“It’s not a knockoff mami and unless you want to find out just how powerful this suit can be, I suggest you pipe down. It’s gonna take a bit of work, maybe force” he tightened his grip at force, causing your eyes to water and your tongue to come out

“But I think I can make it work. You may not be exactly like her, but you’ll be close enough” Miles said, lowly

If the circumstances weren’t what they were, Miles would’ve found your position hot, you were tied up, tongue hanging out a bit and your eyes looked so pretty; in his mind, you were giving him the “fuck me” eyes but in reality, you were using this as a way to escape

The idea of playing along until he got his wish came to mind but you realized this was deeper than that, he wanted you in every form and if it wasn’t you, what’s to stop him from taking another version of you that may accidentally come by.

“What happened, mami? You had so much to say, say it.” Miles taunted, hand still flush against your throat

“Yeah its kinda hard when you’re choking the life outta me” you said

He took his hand off your throat and you coughed.

“Dude just leave her alone, okay? You can have me, kill me just please let her go” your Miles said, his voice faltering at the end

“Oh but where’s the fun in that? Plus cabron, I don’t want you at all, its not about you. It’s about her and her making a promise

“What promise did I make?” you asked

Miles got a flashback of you laying next to him, playing with his braids and giggling

“I’ll love you in every universe, Miles Morales” you said sweetly

Miles teared up and explained this to you

“Okay well bud, I’m not her and in a way, I do love you in every universe, I love my Miles but” you said before he slammed his fist next to you, causing you to yelp

“I am your Miles, mi amor. At least, I will be. I’m never letting you go again” he said close to your face, hovering above your lips before getting up and striding over to your Miles

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yandereaffections · 11 months

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LITERALLY NO CLUE IF I’M PAST THE DEADLINE IT’S LIKE 1AM HERE FUCK IT WE BALL

Miguel with a reader who is the polar opposite of him?? Like he’s all dark and broody and serious and reader’s just like “okay lol I made cookies!” Him trying to pretend to be annoyed by reader but ends up failing when reader huge him? He would cease to function watch me OOC is the best kind :3

As much as Miguel complains about you distracting him from saving the multiverse, he never actually does anything about you unlike other spiders that might hit a nerve. If you point his 'acception' out he'll actually push you out of his monitor filled room after denying any comment you made with record speed, even Layla gets snapped at when daring to laugh at the scene

There will be times where you genuinely begin to think Miguel wants nothing to do with how you behave, how he's so distant and reserved, only having deeper conversations when you ease him into it, begin to think maybe you shouldn't be bothering him anymore. Watch his attention to detail crumble cause he doesn't have his buddy by his side, Layla will tease him about it consistently until Miguel finally goes out of his way to search for you, needing your company to continue with his work

The most stone hearted spiderman can be completely corroded, unbenounced to him of course. Miguel wouldn't even notice it happening when you get all giddy, seeing him coming after you gladly throwing yourself in his arms, everyone else can though.

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dearest-painter · 10 months

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MY perfect family! PT.1

Summary:Being a father of two is hard but when your single? It’s even harder especially as Spider-Man. Finally when you and your kids get back to your earth after being in Earth-1610 you’re immediately added to a society? What happens when you help the anomaly while people are obsessed with you?

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader has 2 kids,Reader is a single dad and spider-man in his earth,The baby mama DEAD AS HELL, very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader was with the og spider crew during into the spider verse,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

You and Peter B arrived but you were surprised to see Miles here. “BUBBA!” You chuckled as Evangeline ran to Miles who crouched and picked her up. “Oh look at how much you’ve grown Eve! Did dada do your hair?” “Mhm! Daddy did me and sissy’s hair!” You walked into view as you held Ayano who was munching on her stuffed animals ear. “What can I do, Im quit talented!” Miguel was watching you..as always, it’s honestly quite creepy with how often he just stares at you. Ayano made grabby hands at Miles with a few ‘Ah! Ah!’ Noises. Miles put down Evangeline as he took Ayano. “Hola Aya” She giggled as she grabbed his face, Mayday now had her stuffed animal.

“Miguel doesn’t bite!” You chuckled and shook your head at what Peter B said then mumbled “Yes he does..fucker bites and growl, be very careful” Miles nodded his head as he trust you very much, Ayano was given back to you as Evangeline was sitting and holding onto your leg. Miguel loved the way you took care of your daughters..he loved the way you acted..yet he hated how fucking stubborn you were! You always found a way to piss him off yet make him fall more in love with you! It was annoying!

You weren’t really paying attention as you bounced Ayano a bit as you texted the usual babysitter. ‘Heya Casey, mind babysitting all of next week? I’m going to help my mom at the hospital and need someone to watch them for a bit’ it took a while but he responded. ‘Yes I can! Expect Friday and Sunday as I’ll need to leave early as we’re having a family reunion, is that okay?’ You responded. ‘Of course! I know someone who can take those day!’ ‘Okay thanks Y/N! See ya next week!’ He was a sweet man who was attractive but you were to busy for relationship.

Lyla was watching the entire text go down..luckily it wasn’t romantic to her and Miguel’s relief just you needing a babysitter. Lyla knew the way Miguel stared at you wasn’t fully innocent..she could see the obsession in his eyes but..she’s encouraging while making fun of him. She herself is just happy that someone is making Miguel less of a grump but still a grump, she chuckled as Ayano and Mayday climb him as this happens SO often! Sometimes when you aren’t paying attention he tries to get her to call him Dada and pretend it’s for you.

Peter B was staring at you lovingly as you and your kids payed half attention to Miguel, he’s always loved you since the day he’s looked at you. When you and your kids first met Evangeline was three years old and Ayano was about 5 months old he presumes(FUCK LOGIC!) but goodness you looked hot in and out of your suit. MJ or his MJ doesn’t mind and actually is willing to let him date you but only if your okay with it as she isn’t really mad as she’s also sorta obsessed with you. Miles leaned on you and you ruffled his hair making him smile, your his dad or other father figure and he loves it. Your one of his many father figures he’d kill someone for.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #male reader #yandere x male reader #x male reader #romantic yandere #MY perfect family series #part 1 of many #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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okay idea, so let’s say Miguel has a crush on Spider!reader, or regular reader which ever you prefer. And he steals reader underwear and he used it to Jack off

Basically Miguel being a pervert , sorry if this is isn’t what you write

yandere! miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw: perverted! miguel, stalking, stealing reader’s underwear, masturbation, nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, miguel has a corruption kink (?), dub-con

a/n: in no way i condone this at all. this is purely fiction.

miguel’s admiration for you goes beyond the realms of simple desire, evolving into a deeper fondness and adoration. he becomes infatuated with you, wanting to possess a piece of you to satisfy his longing. he wanders through your room, his heart racing with a mix of exhilaration and guilt. his eyes land on your panty drawer, and he can't resist the temptation to have something even more personal to satiate his forbidden desires.

in an act of mischief, miguel secretly takes hold of a pair of your panties, relishing in the scent of your essence that clings to the fabric. he locks himself in his room, his mind consumed with thoughts of you as he indulges in his personal fantasy.

with your panties in hand, he wraps them around his throbbing length, using them as a makeshift masturbatory aid. the silkiness of the fabric against his skin drives him wild, intensifying the pleasure coursing throughout his body. “your scent, your touch... it drives me crazy," he moans, lost in the intoxication of his desires. "having a piece of you like this... it's almost like having you right here with me."

he strokes himself with fervor, picturing your enticing curves and sultry gaze. with each movement, he can feel you in his imagination, the pleasure building to an overwhelming peak. finally, he releases a deep, guttural groan of satisfaction, his hot release shooting onto the stolen panties. the stolen panties are now stained with his release, a haunting symbol of his obsession and the depths he has sunk to.

as he catches his breath, the weight of his actions washes over him, a bitter mix of shame and regret. he quickly gathers himself and slips out of your home, leaving with a heavy heart and a haunted conscience, vowing to confront the turmoil consuming him.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @meeom @astro1bloom @meeom

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel smut #miguel o’hara smut #yandere!miguel o’hara #yandere miguel o'hara #atsv smut #miguel o’hara x female reader

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 10 months

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⌗︙・⚠︎ miguel o'hara unable to keep his desperation and urges at bay ⚠︎ ♡⸝⸝

Whenever a difficult and unsavory situation was to be presented before you, you would play dumb. With a confused expression on your face, and eyes filled with naivety like a lost puppy, you'd play dumb.

Not all the time of course, since this sort of act sometimes just wasn't enough to keep some situations from blowing up right in your face. Your feigned ignorance would be an acting catalyst for a much bigger problem, and it was only then that you'd drop the act and find a safe way to diffuse the issue before it coagulated into something worse. The number of times when you were just so aware—so hyper-aware of what could be yet another hot mess or a blessing in disguise—yet gave nothing but a sweet clueless smile, was countless.

The less you knew, the less you'd be hurt. Yeah, it's a terrible way of dealing with your problems, but you're self-aware enough to know that. It feels awful to act like a fool when you so badly want to say what's on your mind, to have to pent up your feelings and thoughts just because you don't want to ruin what you've worked so hard to build up. But you're a coward—a sniveling, pathetic little coward that can't even properly face their own problems like an adult—first and foremost, even if your cowardice provided but a temporary safety.

But by god, this strange little coping mechanism was probably the only thing that keeps you away from his touch, his twisted affections, and just everything about him. Miguel O'Hara is someone who is testing your ability, making it so hard to keep a calm face when all you want to do is fight your way out of his obsessive hold and run far away. His temper is far from pleasant, flaring red like hellfire and fangs bared as if he were ready to tear you to pieces, and it's clear he has the strength to do it if he so easily wanted to.

But he doesn't—he wouldn't—ever direct his animalistic anger at you, not physically. No matter how much you beg or try to bargain with him to please just let you go or try your hand at escaping his futuristically clean apartment, he never lets his physical prowess loose upon you, never raising a clawed hand to wrap around your fragile neck. No, the most he's ever done was grab onto your shoulders with a painful squeeze, voice raising more and more until you swear you felt a faint ringing in your ears. Upon seeing your pained expression, he loosened his grip but still didn’t release you. He coaxed you—forced you—into promising that you wouldn't try that again, his voice and face bordering on desperation as he sucks in deep breaths, cooling down his explosive temper.

It's not like you have much of a choice either. Especially when Miguel's affectionate touches and embraces become more intimate, dipping closer and closer into unwanted territory that leaves your heart racing. And not in a good way.

It's so hard to pretend, hard to play dumb when Miguel tries so hard to make his inconspicuous touches seem so innocent, so loving, as his hands draw close to areas he shouldn't even have permission to touch. When he forces you upon his lap, face buried in the side of your neck—you're even sure he inhales your scent—the feeling of something hot and stiff prodding at you from below is far from lost on you. It's a bit hard to be able to hold a conversation with what is essentially your kidnapper, whom you know retreats to the privacy of the bathroom to relieve himself when your supposed obliviousness becomes too much for him.

You know it's only a matter of time before Miguel's patience runs thin, and the touches that you always squirm away from will devolve and become even more obvious and more desperate. You know that Miguel is fighting every urge to just take you against whatever surface happens to be nearest, fighting the urge to leave your lower half numb until you could hardly walk anymore. You know that he wants nothing more than to fill you with him, your bodies clinging onto one another as you fill up and overwhelm each other's senses.

You're proven right when Miguel corners you against the wall, eyes red with carnal need and body so warm that it is more akin to flames about to burn uncontrollably. You're proven right when Miguel seizes you by the shoulders and hunches over to force his lips onto yours, swallowing up the sounds you make and using his strength to still you amidst all of your squirming. You're proven right when he begins to carry you to that disgustingly pristine bedroom of his, ignoring your attempts at escape while his touches and kisses begin to become more feverish and desperate.

Playing dumb did not make Miguel's pent-up desires magically go away. It only simply stalled the inevitable.

"Se siente muy bien—muy apretado.." Miguel pants above you as his hips buck against your skin, rendering you unable to bite back the warbled moans you'd been trying so hard to swallow down. He becomes excited upon hearing your cries, barely able to suppress himself from smothering his body against yours. But he seems to remember that he doesn't have to hold himself back anymore, doesn't have to keep his desire for you at bay.

The last words he whispers before pushing his lips to yours are, "Te amo tanto mi cariño." Miguel moans into your mouth, already drunk on your lips like the lovesick fool he is. Not even a few seconds pass before he's deepening the kiss, furiously invading and exploring every single last inch he could humanly reach. There is no room for oxygen—Miguel is barely even breathing in the kiss, too focused on feeling your lips upon his—and you struggle to take even the simplest of breaths. Even if you try to yank yourself away from the overwhelming kiss, Miguel would just find a way to meld his mouth to yours again.

Your arms are stuck together above your head—laser-red webbing holds them tight together and sturdily to the headboard—and no amount of struggling would do good in loosening your limbs. Miguel keeps your legs spread with his waist, leaving no room for you to kick him away or curl your legs up defensively. It also provides him with the perfect angle in with to animalistically pound into you, burying himself as deep as he can possibly can. When he pulls his hips back, he's quick to push his cock back inside, unwilling to leave your insides for even a second.

Miguel is too big, forcing your insides to accommodate his throbbing shaft as it stretched you far wider than you'd thought to be possible. Even if he had so lovingly spread you out, thick fingers rubbing against your velvet-soft walls, it still wasn't enough to prepare you when he pushed just the swollen tip past sensitive muscles. He tried his best to be gentle and patient, he really did, but the sight of your sniveling expression effortlessly tore his restraint into shreds. He couldn't bring himself to stop the rapid movements of his hips, unable to bite back his desperation to feel your fluttering walls around his thick shaft.

And now he's like a parasite, trying to worm his way into your body, desperate to feel your warmth around him. Relentlessly, he unravels your body bit by bit, not caring for the damage that he leaves behind. He only cares to carve himself into your very soul, merge himself with you until you and him are all but one.

You feel like you're going to die; you can hear your own heartbeat pounding violently inside your head, and your face feels like someone lit it on fire. You're sure that you look like an absolute mess. The worst part is, you can feel ebbs of pleasure eating away at your nerves, leaving you feeling utterly humiliated at how Miguel is forcing your body to so easily surrender to his touch and twisted love. This is the absolute worst.

A shriek escapes from your lips and into the kiss as Miguel drops nearly the entirety of his weight on your body, pushing his fat cock right up into a sensitive spot. On reflex you jerk your head away, breaking the kiss as you let out a broken moan. It takes you a few seconds to realize that you came. You orgasmed. Miguel made you come undone just like that. And you know that he knows. He moans and wheezes, hips moving like a jackhammer as the sudden tightening of your walls forces his own orgasm to come forth quicker.

"Te amo--teamoteamoteamoteamo—" Miguel chants it over and over, endlessly pouring out his love for you in the only way he can before he finally cums. He can feel the way your walls flutter and pulse as they milk him for his worth, and he can see how you snivel and whine from overstimulation. You truly have no idea as to how much you truly affect, how even the simplest action on your part sends his mind and heart into overdrive. You drive him crazy.

Exhausted—no, you know that he's using it as a cover just to shower you in postcoital affections—, he nuzzles himself into the base of your neck, pressing lazy kisses near where your pulse beats rapidly. You shudder against him, the sensations feeling like death clawing against your body, but you're too out of it to even try and push him away, so you're forced to lay there beneath him. He whispers sweet nothings, surely about his endless love for you, but you don't want to hear that. Anything but hearing him spout nonsense about his obsessive love for you.

"Otra vez," he murmurs against your skin, fangs just barely coming close to pressing down on your neck. His cock twitches back to life inside your overstimulated walls, ignoring the pleasurable pain of his own body trying to come down from its high just so he could fuck you senseless again. Miguel pulls away, to drink up the sight of his cariño once more beneath him, your form shivering so adorably—he can feel himself shiver from pure arousal alone. Miguel thinks that you're the most gorgeous person he's ever seen in his damn life.

"Let's go again mi amor."

#lati thirsts #tw yandere #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #yandere spiderman #yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #my spanish is very rusty pls forgive any mistakes i made ;-;

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beautifulsenpai · 9 months

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𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 - 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢

𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 - 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘷 (𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦)

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 - 𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘵𝘣𝘩

𝗒/𝗇: " 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 "

𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅: " 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅: " 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅: " 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

#miguel o'hara #possessive miguel o’hara #yandere miguel o'hara #prompt #male reader #bottom male reader #x male reader #x bottom male reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #astv #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o’hara x bottom male reader #spiderman across the verse x male reader #across the spider verse x male reader #astv x male reader #spider man 2099 x male reader #atsv x male reader

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 11 months

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■□▪︎COURTING▪︎□■ Part 1

{Miguel O'hara/Reader}

《You decided to screw around with biology/Your attempts at trying to wooTHEE Miguel O'hara.》

"Pav, Hobbie, Gwen! Hiya!" Your enthusiastic voice calls out to the younger Spiderlings. Jess, who sees you happily taking the teens in a group hug. It catches Miles off guard but reciprocates the hug. Gwen flinches, but relaxes in your hold. While Pav snuggles into your warmth, Hobbie groans playfully, patting you on the back.

You chuckle and let them go, before smiling brightly at Jess and waving at her stomach. "Hi little buggy! Your mom is doing an amazing job! Don't make it hard for her!" You tease, causing Jess to lightly chuckle at your antics.

˚Female Wolf Spiders have a strong attachment to their children since they (unlike most spiders) carry them around in their egg sac and do not abandon them. They even protect their newborns after they hatch."

"So... How did the first mission go?" You said warmly, gazing at the teens pridefully. Miles smiles, chatting excitedly. Even pulling out a small art book he had brought with him, drawing a small doodle of what the villain looked like.

"Oh, oh!" Pav excitedly raises his hand, taking your attention.

"Yes?"

"How's it been going with getting the bossmans attention?" Hobbie interrupts with a playful smile directed at Pavitr. "I wanted to ask that!" Pavitr whines as all the young Spiderlings gaze at you.

Jess laughs as you smile happily.

"It's been going well! I think-" You pause as a small noise alerts you.

"I'll have to tell ya'll later, I was assigned another mission, see you soon!"

As soon as you left, Miles turns the page of the paper as little notes and comments are written all over the place. A small doodle of Miguel in his spider suit glaring at you in your own spider suit.

"It oddly feels like bingo.." Gwen remarks. Laughing slightly at her own set of notes, she added.

"I mean, you can't blame us! (Y/N) is literally pulling out all the tricks to get Miguel!" Pavitr says, adding a small heart between the two doodles of you and Miguel.

■ Attempt one!■

Males in a few species locate a female and unceremoniously run to her and mate, others court by rhythmically plucking the threads of a web. After the female approaches, he pats and strokes her before mating.

After a long and stressful mission and capturing another anomaly. Your team follows behind you, groaning tiredly and a bit slow to your up-beat pace.

"Miguel~!"

The futuristic Spider-Man eyes your group, nodding to them for their job well done.

Miguel then growls when feeling you pounce on his unmoving body. You hug his waist tightly as Lyla snidely. Your group, afraid of your well-being, beg you to let go. Fearing that he'd kill you, or the more plausible idea, throw you into a wall.

Miguel scoffs as your grip becomes tighter, struggling to get you off of him as you squeal happily.

■Attempt two!■

Wolf Spiders perform a mating ritual that are a combination of visual display and vibrations akin to a courtship song. IF the female denies, she may eat the male.

You twirl and swing beautifully in the air, singing to the song playing in the background as you and Miguel track down a music themed Vulture.

When a male jumping spider encounters a female—literally any female—he launches into an elaborate courtship dance, including rhythmic flailing of limbs and complex vibrations.

Miguel rolls his eyes at your small movements that look like you were dancing. Your groove, not being thrown off as you manage to pull Miguel into a clumsy one-sided waltz as you kick the (finally) tied down Vulture.

His mean comments not helping your dancing as Miguel quietly chuckles at your actions.

[Part two will be released soon! This is gonna be probably one of my best series yet! Taglist is open for ONE HOUR. Comments are highly appreciated and need to keep this series going! Thank you guys so much!]

(Also, (Y/N) is GN! Miggy is male.)

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noah-shin · 10 months

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Boyfriend Miguel O' hara x female reader

Summary: After a long day retuning home from work, Miguel wants nothing more than to fuck your senseless till you pass out. Late night shower is an ideal circumstances for that.

Warning:mirror sex, bathtub sex,smut, rough fuckin (at the end),belly bulge, riding

Wc: 1500

➸ Boyfriend Miguel who is fond of showering with you after a long day of work. He holds you in his strong arms as he puts you inside the bathtub and strips for showering. He likes to run his fingers through your hair as you humm a song in the shower. He desires to have you just in his arms and have no worries.He likes holding you in his arms while busking in your presence as you look up at him with your affectionate eyes.You can feel his heart beating faster than usual while your head is placed on his chest.

You slowly move your lips towards his kissing him softly savoring all the moments. As you looked at him with a dazed look Miguel held your waist pulling you in another kiss.You tighten your hold around his neck to deepen the kiss as you suck on his bottom lips. As you move your hips over his lap, you can feel his dick poking your thighs. You let out a chuckle as you realized how hard he was just by kissing you. You pushed a finger inside you,loosening your tight cunt a bit for the bigger thing. Miguel looked at you in lust watching you using your finger to pleasure yourself. Precum covering the tip of his cock from your lewd action. After some time, you went on top of Miguel and positioned your pussy lips over his rock hard dick. Miguel pushed his long veiny cock inside your tight cunt, a smirk on his face when you groaned and your head fell back from the pleasure. He held your waist as you sinked on his cock slowly, your toes curling in pleasure.You wrapped your legs around his torso as he let out a shaky moan. "Uhu I'm too big for you babe" You grind on his lap burying his cock deep inside you. You ride his cock moving slowly feeling him ramming inside you. You looked at him as he is trying hard not to just bend you over and pound you to oblivion and ruin your tight hole. You were taking his cock slowly when he started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You bit your lips hard as you scratched his back from the pleasure, his hips drilling into you. The length of his cock was barely leaving your cunt empty, hips rolling rapidly with rhythm as he grunted and groaned. He looked at your boobs bouncing in the air from all that soft yet hard pounding. He held one of your breast and squeezed them feeling the soft flesh. He pinched your nipples watching them become hard as you lean on his shoulder. Water drips down your body as he thrust into you softly. Soft mewls leaving your mouth.

He tugs at your nipples impatiently while looking at you seeing your eyes closed in satisfaction while he rubbed your clit harshly. He again leaned over to take another nipple in his mouth, sucking on it like you have milk to give him.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hips stutter before he picked up an even harder pace, making you let out little "oh lord- ahh" in response to the rough fucking. As he sucked your nipples and bite around your areola,you cum hard on his dick making a ring around his shaft and bit on his shoulder to prevent yourself from screaming out loud. Soon all your juices washed away in the water. You were about to get up when Miguel pulled your wrist and whispered in your ear, " I am not done babe"

➸ He stood up holding you in his arms in bridal style and took you in front of the floor length mirror. He pressed you against the mirror and spanked your ass hard watching it turn pink from his abuse. " Your pussy is dripping wet bitch" You moaned painfully from the impact. He put a hand on your waist keeping you firmly against the mirror as he pushed two of his fingers inside you and moving them extremely slowly. You felt him pressing his body against your as he scissor your insides with his fingers while whispering in your ear, " Such a cock loving slut you are. Still not satisfied by riding me. Look at you, so wasted and turned on by me" You stared at the mirror watching your boobs pressing against it, your nipples hard and sore from all that bitting. You hair messy and drool dripping from your mouth as you have a " fucked out " expression on your face.

Miguel was shoving his fingers knuckle deep while fucking your properly giving you no time to take a breath. You moaned loudly feeling him hitting your g spot repeatedly. He smirked looking at you through the mirror "you liked that huh" You nodded desperately. "Make me cum daddy" He fucked his way into your hole relentlessly finding your sweet spot and abusing that place untill you arched your back and came all over his fingers. He pulled out watching his hand covered in your slick cum. He sucked them clean in ecstasy watching you fall on the floor in exhaustion.

He pulled you up and pressed you again against the mirror. He obscenely spread your legs wide apart and pushed his thigh between your legs to prevent you from closing them.

" You stretched out pussy just makes me want to fuck you senseless."

He held your hips as he pushes his cock deep inside you. Fucking your brain out as his veiny cock goes deeper into you and hit your cervix while precum woozed out of your tight hole. You whimpered in pain looking down as he hit your cervix again and again. He suddenly grabbed your face harshly making you look at the mirror. He growled in your ear, “I want you to watch me make you cum. Once I let you go, if you take your eyes off the mirror, you’re getting punished. Do I make myself clear?” You nodded vigorously and Miguel's fingers released your jaw. Your eyes shifted to your reflection once again. You watched as Miguel increased his pace, his skin now slapping against yours as he held you up and thrusted his cock inside your wet pussy. getting turned on by you watching him rutting into you like a wild animal. He thrust roughly shoving his cock more and more until he bottomed out. You grinded and humped on his dick with your boobs pressed against the mirror. He groaned in pleasure, biting and sucking your shoulder leaving hickeys and bite marks. Your legs trembled as Miguel keeps thrusting inch by inch into you, his girth spreading you and your back arching when he's finally fully inside. " Ahh too much " you squealed, feeling your lower stomach full of his cock. He choked you with his hand and groaned,"Fuck, you always squeeze me so good" He pulled out of your dripping cunt to give your puffy clit a few strokes with his throbbing shaft, "Now, come on baby girl, make me feel good" he moaned rubbing his head on your nub making your thighs tremble before sliding back in.

Your belly bulged as he thrusted in and out with lewd pops, your pussy made squelching sound. He traced your bulge and put pressure on your lower stomach feeling his dick deep inside you. He went absolutely feral as your cervix ache from such rough fucking.

The mirror gave you both the perfect view of his cock stuffed balls deep in your little cunt.You’re stretched by his girth, your folds spread to expose your clit to his predatory gaze. You feel more turned on by the scene and cum hard on his cock. Your juices coating his cock as he fucked your hole relentlessly for hitting his high. He pulls one of your legs up giving him more access to your cunt as he slammed himself over and over into you as your body hit the mirror repeatedly." Ugh yeah!! Take me like the whore you're"

He took one of your nipples and squeezed it painfully,cervix fucking you. Miguel let out a growl as he turned you to his direction while filling your hole with his seeds. He bit your shoulder drawing blood from your wound looking at you while filling your womb with his seeds.

Your belly swollen from the cum loads as he thrusted one last time before pulling out. You fell on the floor, legs spread apart painting breathlessly. You pussy clenched around nothing as cum drips down from your inside. Pussy red and gaped from all the abuse.

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This was my first time writing a smut. I hope you like it and forgive me for any grammatical errors. Have a nice day/night!

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