β€· Book - Astarion comes across an interesting book and decides to share the knowledge with you. Quite literally.
β€· Lockpicking - You ask Astarion to teach you how to lockpick and things get... out of hand.
β€· Pointy Ears - You accidentally find just how sensitive Astarion is when it comes to a certain part of his bodyβ¦
β€· Curiosity - Astarion wishes to satisfy his curiosity when it comes to breastfeeding... and comes up with a proposition that is mutually beneficial.
β€· Oral Fixation - Astarion is quite sure you are going to drive him insane from how adorable and clueless you are when eating those juicy fruits around him... and he just has to do something about it.
β€· Unexpected - Astarion has barely ever considered starting a family with you in the old-fashioned way, but an unexpected conversation might just trigger that urge.
β€· Breathe - Astarion is more than eager to show you the perks of not breathing.
β€· Questions - Your curiosity drives you to ask Astarion a very unexpected question, and he's more than happy to give you a proper reply.
β€· Patience - You are too eager to ride Astarion, and he proposes a solution to your impatience. After all, experience is the best teacher and impatience its fiercest enemy.
β€· Backfire - You should have known better than to make Astarion jealous, and now you are left to deal with the consequences.
β€· Reading Session - Astarion walks in on you reading a rather suggestive book, and far be it from him to interrupt your learning process.Β
β€·Trance - Astarion is having a hard time trancing, and you offer to help him out in more ways than one.
‷ Fever - You're running a fever, and Astarion offers to cool you down⦠only to make things a whole lot worse.
β€· Everything - You're used to staying still whenever Astarion feeds on you. This time, he wants you to feel everything.
β€· Comfortable - Astarion walks in on you in a rather compromising situation. Naturally, he offers to help, but then you ask him to promise you something that he was not expectingβ¦
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MIGUEL O'HARA
β« 18+:
β€· Tension - Miguel walks in on you late at night doing something unexpected, which makes things really awkward afterwardsβ¦
β€· For Science - There has been a rumour circulating in regards to Miguelβs venom. It has to be too far-fetched, right?
β€· Intimacy - Lack of intimacy after childbirth can weigh a relationship down. Thankfully, Miguel always finds new ways to keep the spark alive.
β€· Perfect Morning - Miguelβs definition of a perfect morning involves a comfortable bed and being buried deep inside you.
β€· Comfort - Miguel has been having nightmares as of late and seeks a level of comfort only you can provide.
β€· Breakfast in Bed - Miguel wakes you up to breakfast in bed.
β€· Stress Relief - Peter B. Parker should know better than to swing by unannounced.
‷ Sharing is Caring (I) - (II) - A mission has both Miguel and you sharing a room⦠what could possibly go wrong?
β€· [COMPLETE] (0) Sweet Girl , (1) Frustration , (2) Suit Up , (3) Obsession , (4) Consequences , (5) Discovery , (6) Double-edged Sword , (7) Confession , (8) Devotion - Miguelβs desire for you has been taking a toll on him, and he really has no other optionβ¦
β€· Second Intentions - Youβve been tense lately, and Miguel offers a massage. Quite thoughtful of himβ¦ except you know exactly why.
‷ Tracking - You find out Miguel has been tracking something that concerns you⦠and him.
β€· Gentle - Miguel shows you how gentle he can be during your pregnancy and how worthy you are of it.
β€· Backfire - The math is simple: you make Miguel jealous + push him past his breaking point = hot rough sex. Too bad Miguel doesnβt do simple.
‷ Side Effect - Miguel has been acting off lately and you find out why⦠the hard way.
β€· Stubborn - As far as youβre concerned, you just want to stay in bed all day, admiring Miguelβs glorious chest.
οΏΌβ« Fluff/Comedy/Comfort/Hurt/Angst/Misc:
β€· Memories - You are ready to tell Miguel he is going to be a fatherβ¦ but he isnβt.
β€· Revelations - Miguel asks you to keep a secret, so naturally everyone is about to find out.
β€· Solution - Period cramps always leave you feeling miserable, so Miguel offers a solution.
β€· Tiny Spider - Your daughter has a few questions, and you suspect Miguel might just open a portal to another dimension.
β€· Another Chance - You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.
β€· Broken - You wonder if Miguel is broken beyond repair, because he surely believes that.
β€· Family - Miguel is a natural when it comes to being a father.
β€· A Series of Firsts - You and Miguel are ready to become parents and you must now go through a series of firsts together.
β€· Appreciation - Miguel catches you staring at a very specific part of his bodyβ¦
Pairing: ExNerd!Miguel OβHara X AFAB!civillainreader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), , Oral, Cowgirl, Missionary. You and Miguel make a mess...
Summary: Miguel has changed a lot since high school, but one thing remains the same...how he feels about you.
A/N: I have been trying to write about Miguel for weeks now! Every time I get close to finishing something for him I reread it and hate it! So I am posting this before I can change my mind! I hope you all enjoy I tried my best!
Word Count: 6,823
βPfftβ¦I can't believe this is real; this canβt be real!β Gwen keeps repeating to herself, trying to stifle back her laughter.Β
βI know! I couldnβt believe my eyes when Peter showed me but here it is!β Miles agrees; Pav quickly slings his arm around Miles for a better look.Β Β Β
βTake a look at the specks on him. Did you know he needed glasses?βΒ
βFlip to the club photo. Now, that will shock you all.βΒ
At Hobies request the teens quickly start flipping through pages. The sound of flipping pages and then the sudden bursting of laughter from the small huddle was something Miguel could no longer ignore. Miguel wasnβt sure why the teens and Peter were in his office. But since the events with the spot and some well-deserved apologies, Miguel, in the teen's words, βChilled out,β and now they seem to hang out around him more. Meaning they are often now in his officeβ¦ Miguel, of course, tried to appear as indifferent as possible to this change of pace, though He had to admit it was somewhat nice to have the cheerful ambiance that came with them... Hell, sometimes they could make him chuckle; Miles was actually pretty funny. But, of course, he keeps these things to himself.Β
Miguel makes his way to the huddle to see what could possibly be so enthralling. When he sees what's causing their uproar, his blood runs cold, freezing him dead in his tracks.
Isβ¦.thatβ¦hisβ¦.yearbookβ¦
It was turned to his picture and plan as the day under his unrecognizable photo was his name. So there was no getting out of this saying it wasnβt himβ¦
βMiguel, is this really you?β Miles questions pointing to the picture.Β
βMust be his name right there,β Pav teases, making Miguel groan. This was an actual nightmare.Β
Looking over them, Miguel sees the picture they are all questioning; the difference is pretty night and day. A young 17-year-old Miguel was way scrawnier compared to his now bulking physique. His dark brown eyes were hidden behind his thick black-rimmed glasses, the only ones his mother could afford at the time. Miguel's thick, wavy brown hair looks untamed as it hangs down his forehead, threatening to cover his eyes if not for his glasses, the rest hanging loosely down to the nape of his neck. Poor kid was desperate for a haircut. Their cheekbones and jaw were still chiseled, and his face was not yet littered with lines of stress, sleepless nights, and age.Β Β
Hobie quickly grabs the yearbook, vigorously flipping through the pages until he stops on a picture of a young Miguel holding up a mathlete trophy, awkward smile and all. βThis is my favorite picture. Do you still smile like that, bruv?βΒ
βHow did you all get this?β Miguel asks in irritation, pinching the bridge of his nose as if that will somehow stop his building anger and embarrassment.Β
Very aware of the sight of Miguel about to rage out, the young spiders quickly part, pointing the blame to a laughing Peter. Who finally quits his laughing fit as now he is staring into the eyes of a very irritated Miguel, waiting for an explanation.Β
Peter nervously clears his throat before speaking, βWel, uhβ¦do you remember a couple of days ago when you told me to drop off that equipment at your apartment? Wellβ¦I happened to see this on your living room bookshelf and thought I would look at it. Then I saw how much you had changedβ¦ I figured the kiddos would get a kick out of itβ¦β
Miguel's eyes narrow, and his talons pop out, ready to bounce, but that is quickly escalated by Gwen taking back the yearbook, prepared to negotiate peace.Β
βOkay, okay, no need to rip his head off; we will return your book.β Miguel's body relaxes as he sighs of relief, holding out his hand for the book, but Gwen smirks, holding the book back out of his reach, βBut, you have to show us your old crush first.βΒ
Miguelβs eyes nearly pop out of his head, freezing at the terms of the agreement, and everyone else, including Layla, starts oohing. Making Miguel pitch the bridge of his nose again, muttering under his breath, βEsto tiene que ser una pesadillaβ¦β (this has to be a nightmareβ¦)Β
Then, to make things worse, they start chanting, βShow usβ¦.Show usβ¦Show us! Show us!!β
The chatting became too much, and he snapped, holding out his hand irritatedly for the book. βFine! I will show you; just shut up!βΒ
A yay fills the room as Miguel starts irritatedly flipping through the book as soon as itβs laid in his hand. Everyone waits in bated breath until finally landing on the correct page. It's the page he spent the summer before college staring at, the picture he had agonized over. Miguel pauses, taking in the picture, and he feels those familiar feelings rushing up and swelling in his chestβ¦Those high school crushes do hit you hardβ¦
Even after all these years, he still remembers you so vividly; seeing the picture always solidifies for himself as confirmation as to why he had liked you so much. Beautiful and popular, everyone would only have positive things to say, even if your friend group wasnβt as nice. Miguel remembers that sweetness fondly. Though, behind that sweet smile, there was a mischievous side of you; he recalls hearing it hidden in your cooing voice when you would say that pet name during chemistry classβ¦Β
βMiggy~β Β Β Β Β
The memory warms Miguel's cheeks, but he quickly dismisses the feeling. βThere, that's her.βΒ
The teens quickly grab the book back, climbing over each other to marvel at the picture of the girl the oh-so-scary Spider-Man 2099 had a crush on when he was their age.Β
βWow, she's stunning!β Gwen complementsΒ
Miguel hums in agreement, βYeahβ¦ the prettiest girl in my gradeβ¦prom queen, part of the student council, incredibly sweetβ¦, and we took chemistry togetherβ¦βΒ
Pav and Hobie shoot Miguel a smirk, and he quickly huffs, folding his arms over his chest.Β
βEver work up the nerve to confess?β Pav questions, ever the romantic.Β
The group watches as Miguel closes his eyes, thinking that the blush from earlier is slowly rising to his tan cheeks, making them all gasp in excitement.Β
βYou did!β They all scream, but Miguel is quick to correct them.Β
βWellβ¦technicallyβ¦I didnβtβΒ
βWhat do you mean technically?β Miles prys
Miguel canβt believe he admitted this much, but since he's already down the rabbit hole, he might as well give some more context: βAt graduationβ¦I kinda did, then Iβ¦ran awayβ¦β
A look of shock and confusion fills the teenager's face, but Peter is all grins and is going to give Miguel a high five: βAh, the mysterious type. Nice.βΒ
Gwen quickly swats him on the shoulder, earning a whine from the man.Β
βNot nice! That is so confusing! You just ran? Did you ever talk to her again?βΒ
Miguel takes a second to avoid eye contact, stoically starting to the side, before letting out a quiet, βNoβ¦βΒ
There is a collective groan, and Miguel rolls his eyes, trying to contain his high school embarrassment.Β
βCan we stop talking about this and return to work now?β
βHave you seen her since?β Miles questions,Β
βNo,β Miguel answers sharply, irritation coming back up.
βWha-what! How will you ever win her love if you donβt clear up the misunderstanding and confess your true feelings!β Pav laments, making everyone look at him with a raised brow.Β
βPav, mateβ¦you know how long it's been since he's seen her?β Hobie chidesΒ
Pav shrugs slightly, muttering, βMaybe it could be like a romantic thingβ¦βΒ
βSo wait, You have all the resources and never thought to at least search her out? Aren't you curious?β Gwen prodsΒ
βNo, I never thought about stalking my old crush. Now, can we please-βΒ
βShe lives in the city!β Miles' voice calls out, making Miguel whip around.
Miles and Layla stand on Miguel's platform with your picture, info, and social media pulled up on his halo screens. Everyone is quick to web over, including Miguel. Miguel quickly pushes away a beaming Miles as he takes in all your information. He sees where you went to college, where you work, andβ¦
βOoohhh! She's still single!β Pav beams, looking at Miguel expectancy.
Miguel rolls his eyes as he keeps looking at you, still as perfect as he remembered. Somehow, you seem more confident in yourself, you seemβ¦sexierβ¦
Feelings start rising back to Miguel's chest. He hasnβt seen you in so long, and even your pictures still stir something within him.Β
βWow! This is awesome!β Miles beams, pointing to one of the screensΒ
Miguel, being too lost in your pictures, hasnβt realized what the teens are yammering about until they all start shaking him back and forth in excitement. Then he finally hears it.
βYou can see her at your High School reunion! It's coming up in a couple of weeks!βΒ
Miguel turns his head to the invitation Layla had pulled up. βYou got this a month ago but didnβt think you would be interestedβ¦. It looks like you will be attending now, though!βΒ
Before he can protest, she is RSVPing, and all the teens are hollering in laughter and giving high-fives. Everything is happening so fast that all Miguel can do is stand there in something akin to a trance. That's until Pav comes up to him with a giddy smile,Β
βItβs like density!βΒ
Miguel groansβ¦he wants everyone to get back to workβ¦
They really got him hereβ¦.How the hell did he let them convince him to come here? They even managed to get him to dress upβ¦
Hair in its usually slick back style, slate gray button down that did little to hide his bulk, and black trousers that he thought appeared too tight but Layla had insisted upon.Β Β
Miguel stands uncomfortably off to the side as people he used to know all gather together, chit-chatting about their lives and reminiscing on the good old daysβ¦ All while Miguel stays sulking in the cornerβ¦Maybe things from high school havenβt changed that much. Well, despite the whole genetic splicing that made him a superheroβ¦ Instead of still being the captain of the Mathletes team, he's now the CEO of Aleamax. However, one thing remains the same: When he is in a room filled with all these people from school, his eyes still roam around, trying to find youβ¦
High school had not been kind to a nerd like him. He was 9 inches shorter, and the most important things to him were keeping all Aβs, getting into his dream college, keeping up with his favorite comic series, avoiding bullying, and wanting so badly to kiss his crush.Β
Miguel vividly recalls all those times in chemistry when you two worked so closely together. Miguel shyly mutters the mixing process while you lean in with stars in your eyes, taking it all in. Miguel never knew if you were interested in what he was saying or if you were trying to get a good grade, but he didnβt care. You still made his cheeks flush and heart race all the same.Β
βThenβ¦When-when you add fluid B to A, you will get a fizzing reactionβ¦βΒ
A shaking Younger Miguel tries to steadily pour in the fluids while you watch, leaning in so close he could smell your sweet perfume and look at your glittery glossed lips.Β
βWow! Miggy, youβre so smart.β Your voice would be like sweet honey praising him, and the mere closeness of you to him would make his body feel like it was going to melt.Β
βI keep telling my friends I have the best lab partnerβ¦β Miguel feels his throat dry as your hand slowly curls over his forearm. Then the bell rings, and Miguel is flustered, packing his things as you smile sweetly and wave goodbye.Β
God, you must have been just messing with him, toying with him, knowing he was like a love-sick puppy for you. The worst part, if this was the case, he would have let youβ¦Miguel would have let you toy and bat away at his heart until you felt content with it fully unraveling to you. Pathicβ¦is that what you thought? Well, if it wasnβt what you thought of him before, it must be what you thought after his pitiful confessionβ¦
Miguel thinks back to that night when he last saw youβ¦that all too familiar warmth threatens to take him over, so as he stares down at his drink, he slips back to that momentβ¦
The ceremony had ended, everyone had exited the stadium, and Miguel was taking a second to calm himself in the dark hallway. High school was over, and his life was beginning. He was thinking back on all his decisions for this new chapter. Miguel fidgets with his graduation cap and feels about what awaits him. Then he thinks about the things he missed out onβ¦
Then your face comes to mindβ¦he had vowed to confess; even if you laughed and rejected him, he wanted to get his feelings off his chest. But when it came down to it, he let his shyness get the better of him and let you slip through his fingers without telling you. This was high school? He was sure to like other girlsβ¦but why was this eating away at him so much? Why did he feel so sick to his stomach for not doing thisβ¦Β
The sound of clicking heels fills the corridor, and like fate, you are walking through the hallway back toward him. Miguel adjusts his glasses, unsure if this is some kind of halustion brought on by self-pity, but noβ¦ it was youβ¦
As soon as your eyes locked to his, your lips curled to that all too familiar smile, the one that was so sweet. Then your voice rang that teasing nickname you graciously bestowed upon him.Β Β
βMiggy, what are you doing, silly? Hanging out in the darkβ¦Donβt you want to go celebrate?βΒ
βOhβ¦... I didnβt plan to go to any partiesβ¦ just going to go home and get started on some summer readingβ¦β
The smile that curled on your lips was additive as you stepped closer to his slouching form, βhmβ¦Miggyβ¦always so preparedβ¦ Iβm going to miss seeing you around so much. Iβm sure you're the only reason I passed chem!βΒ Β
βNoβ¦I am sure you will have more interesting people to talk to than a nerd like meβ¦βΒ
βMaybe I like talking to nerds like you.βΒ
The statement made Miguel look up to see you so close to him mischive filling your eyes. Leaning in so close to him, he feels like he canβt breathe when he looks at you so close like thisβ¦
βYou donβt mean thatβ¦β he chuckles softly.
Then your index finger lifts his chin, and you look at him with sweet eyes, but your tone is stern, βDonβt tell me what I meanβ¦βΒ
Miguel feels his heartbeat quicken, and his palms begin to sweat. Before he can return to rational thought, he leans into you.Β
He so gently cups your cheek with his nervous hands. Brushing his nose against yours, his shaky breath fanning over your sparkly glossed lips. Then, when your lips finally meet, he isnβt sure who fills the gap.Β
The kiss was so sweet, and he held you so gently, but he knew you could feel the shaking of his hands and the heat rushing to his face. Everything around you two seemed to fade.
Eyes shut tightly from falling into the depths of the kiss, he pulls away to breathe. Peeking open his eyes, Miguels sees you are breathless, and your face is burning with a deep blush. You look so surprised... and he doesn't know what to say or how to explain.Β
βIβm sorryβ¦I just had to do that onceβ¦β
Then he ran offβ¦ leaving you alone in that dark hallway, scared of what you would say nextβ¦
βMiggy!βΒ
βMiggy!β
βMiguel?βΒ
Lost in his thoughts, Miguel failed to notice that one of his ex-classmates had been trying to get his attention. One of them must have finally recognized him. Looking up from his cup, Miguel expects to see one of his old mathlete teammates, but as he finally meets their eyes, he feels his heart stop at the sight.Β
Looking up at him with that same sweet smile, you look just like he remembers: completely radiant. Your pictures showed you were still beautiful, but in person, you are the thing he remembers most about you: breathtaking.
βMiguel, that's gotta be youβ¦ Do you remember me?β -How could he not remember you?
Miguel feels himself staring at his thoughts, running everywhere; what does he say? What does he do?Β
βIβ¦I, of course, remember m-my lab partner.β -Okay, a little shakyβ¦But with your face seeming to light up when he says he remembers and your eyes roaming over him, he canβt chastise himself too much for stuttering now. Miguel feels his hands starting to become clammy, and his stomach feels full of butterfliesβ¦shitβ¦this feels like high school all over again.Β
βI can not believe how different you look!β
βYeah, late growth spurt and I uhβ¦ I started goingβ¦to the gym a lotβ¦.You though! You still look so beati- uh niceβ¦good you look outstandingβ¦β His mind is running a mile a minute, and he canβt believe how he is acting right now! He's Spider-Man, and heβs acting so nervous?
Smirking, you look as if you could read his mind about how nervous he is, though to anyone with working eyes, it was obvious.Β
βYou think I look good?β you ask, playful, making Miguel's eyes take in just how tight your dress is. βI was hoping for beautifulβ¦β you smile, giving him a wink. His blood rushes in his veins, and he swallows his suddenly dry throat.Β
You could eat him aliveβ¦and he would let youβ¦
βBeautiful then, you - uhβ¦ you have always looked beautifulβ¦βΒ
βThank you, Miguel, you look very handsome.β Miguel feels his heart racing as you step closer. Your eyes stay on his confident smile on your glossy lips. It teeters on cocky, and Miguel canβt bring himself to hate itβ¦he loves itβ¦
βThough Miguel, I do have to sayβ¦I miss the glasses; they were really cute.βΒ
βI still have some that I wear sometimes,β he says a bit too eagerly.Β
Your smirk widens, βReally? Does your girlfriend like them?βΒ
βOh, I donβt have a girlfriend.βΒ
The smirk on your lips borders on sinful βGoodβ¦β You purrΒ
Miguel feels a wave of electricity shakes through him. Are you flirting? Miguel canβt help the smile and blush that's now reached to the tips of his ears. Miguel came here thinking that you wouldnβt be here, and if you were, you would be avoiding him, but he didnβt expect this. Do you even remember it? Well, of course, you would! Who forgets getting kissed, and then the person runs? He needs to apologize before he never sees you again.Β
βSo Ummβ¦I am glad I got to see you, well other than itβs just nice seeing youβ¦but I want to apologizeβ¦βΒ
βYouβre talking about graduation.β Your cheerful voice cuts him off and utterly confuses him. Furrowing his brow, heβs lost and hoping you can explain.Β
βMiguel, I like the kissβ¦I wish you wouldnβt have run awayβ¦βΒ
Miguel is sure heβs died, and there is no possible way you're saying this to him. Sweet, perfect you, like when he kissed you. Nerdy awkward him? Gently, Miguel feels your hands touching his chest, slowly dancing your fingertips over his muscles. Miguel hopes you canβt feel the way his heartbeat is racing right now.Β
βYou know, now that I really think about itβ¦you owe me an apology or something. It was very rude of you to kiss me suddenly and then run away like that, teasing me. Then, when I went to reach out to you, you didn't have any socials. That's not very nice to do, you knowβ¦βΒ Β
Your hand slightly grazes his jaw, and he feels like he could melt. Rising to your tiptoes, you try to whisper in his ear as you lean into his chest, your chest rubbing against him. Miguel can feel himself starting to break a sweat.Β
βI thought you were sweetβ¦βΒ
Miguel feels you start to pull away, and in a moment of bravery or desperation, he carefully places his hands on your waist. Leaning down, he whispers back to you.Β
βCould I make it up to you somehow?βΒ
βI have an ideaβ¦if you're up for it?β
Gathering his confidence, when he sees your smile, he squeezes your sides slightly, βAnything you want.βΒ
Without any hesitation, you grab his large hand from your waist and pull him along with you to slip out of the reception room into a dark hallway. The irony is not lost on either of you as you grin and pull each other close. Your lips are so close to his as you lean into his chest.Β
βYou're not going to run away this time. I want you to do this properly this timeβ¦β
Part of Miguel feels like he could be dreaming; your arms are wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangled in his hair, smiling at him so sweetly. Your eyes are one of pure hunger, and your voice is so transparent with your want. Itβs perfect.Β
Miguel brushes his thumb over your tempting lips, slightly dragging the bottom down while he tries to archer himself back to reality. Moving his hand to your neck as he leans in and kisses you. Your lips are soft and perfectly guiding against his. Miguel's hands fall to your hips; he digs his fingers into the plush of your skin, making you gasp into his mouth with a moan. Itβs been a long time since heβs kissed you, and he wants to make sure you know how much he wants youβ¦ trying his hardest to impress you.Β
The fingers in his hair tighten to a fist as you guide him to part his plush lips, then slip in your tongue to get a taste of him. Itβs gentle at first but quickly heats up from your eager influence. Then you start straddling his thick thighs, grinding slightly against him. Both your bodies feel like youβve been set on fire in a blazing flame of want.Β
βMiggy, I always like youβ¦just-β
Before you can finish your words, Miguel drives his tongue back into your mouth, eager to taste those words he had always wanted to hear. His hands cup your ass as he drives his knee deeper between your legs, letting you use him more. Breaking the kiss, you let out the most perfect moans as your body tingles and shivers. Miguel hasnβt had enough of you yet as he keeps his mouth kissing against your flushed skin. His tongue rolls over your rapid pulse as you keep grinding and mewing for more.Β
βFuck, miggy~β
Miguel licks a long strip up your neck before grunting in your ear, βIβ¦ I only came hereβ¦ to see youβ¦t-talk to youβ¦βΒ
His rough words make you grind against him more, and right as Miguel starts to feel your slick soaking through his pants, you pull his hair, successfully pulling a whimper from him, which is quickly cut off by your soft lips to his again. Then, as you pull away, you bite his bottom lip, which makes him shiver.Β
βCanβ¦can I take you homeβ¦β Miguel asks breathlessly, his hands still squeezing your ass.Β
A small giggle leaves your kiss-bitten lips as you take a second to fix his now-disheveled hair, thanks to you.Β
βTake me to your place, Miggy; you still owe meβ¦βΒ
Miguel feels a rush of excitement run through him, making his length throb at your words. You really are going to eat him aliveβ¦
It's the perfect sight heβs only ever dreamed of seeing, you sitting on his large bed completely naked, a sweet smile on your face, soft legs crossed over each other, waiting patiently for him. Miguel adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his noseβ¦you had insisted, and heβs finding he canβt deny youβ¦
Miguel slips off his underwear, kicking them away. Your eyes widen as you see his massive length slap against his abdomen, then hanging heavily. Your eyes rake over his immaculate form; the sight of you licking your licks isnβt lost on him.Β
βStrip for me, Miggy,β you taunted as you dropped your dress with little effort, waiting for him to follow. Of course, he did. He would follow anything your sweet voice commands. Just pleaseβ¦let him touch youβ¦
Running his hand through his hair, Miguel approaches you, but your sweet voice turns to him in disapproval, and he pauses.Β
βNo walking, I want you to crawl on your hands and kneesβ¦please? Miggy~βΒ
Every time you use that old nickname, he feels his cock twitch. Keeping his now blazing eyes on you as he slowly sinks to his knees and begins to crawl to you obediently. The action is meant to make him look submissive, but you find that even now, he looks like a predator getting ready to devour its preyβ¦ The shiver that shoots down your spine goes right to your sex, making you drip down on his sheets.Β
As Miguel crawls closer, you unfold your legs, stretching one out slowly toward him. His large hand immediately catches your ankle. Hungry eyes look up at you, blazing with want, as his hand slowly creases up your leg. Miguel's lips kiss softly against your calf while he whispers faint words under his breath after every kiss. His eyes watch you as he slowly raises your legs, the back of your thighs being pressed against his broad shoulders.Β Β
Miguel's hands grab your hips, making you slip a moan. His eyes turn softer as he hears you moan, his lips coming away from the fresh mark he's left on your inner thigh. Miguel's lips part to apologize, but you're quick to interrupt before he can.Β
Leaning forward, you push his glasses back into their proper place and crease his cheek. βYou're doing so well for me, Miguelβ¦thoughβ¦It does feel like you're trying to make me begβ¦ Are you trying to tease me?βΒ
Miguel's lips curl into a smile as he lowers his face to lick his tongue against your clit. You throw your head back at the hot contact, Miguel groaning at the sweet taste of your cyprine.Β
βI wouldnβt dream of teasing youβ¦β Miguel's lips lower down to your clit before he gives it a quick lick.Β
Unable to help yourself, you grab a fist full of his hair, making him let out a soft groan, βThen devore me, Miggy; you still owe me, remember? And I-Ah!~βΒ
Before you can finish your taunting, Miguel is driving his face into your wet sex to selfishly devore more of you. Long slow licks of his warm tongue send waves of pleasure to flood your body as your toes curl from every push of his nose to your clit.Β
His breaths for air huffing against your quivering sex, the tip of his tongue darting back to lick against your soft folds, making you whine. Looking down at him, his glasses crooked and hazy and his groans continue to vibrate through your pussy. Then the sensation of his tongue probing you open makes you close your thighs against his head and grab this thick hair, pulling hard enough for a grunt to slip through his chest. Getting the message, Miguel moves his tongue to lick your sensitive clit as his finger slips into you. Your grip on his hair gets tighter as you squirm, grinding your hips against his face, mouth hanging open as your chest heaves moan after moan. Your body starts shaking at the addition of another finger, making you feel jolts of pleasure that make you need to roll your hips onto his face more.Β
Miguel could carless at the apparent use of his face for your pleasure; it's all he craves right now, your cum to dip all over his eager tongue. For your hips grind onto his face for hours. He would stay on his knees worshiping you like this until you're calling out from too much pleasure, and even then, he doesnβt know how he could pull himself away from your delicious taste.Β
You feel him groan into you, the vibrations rushing through you to cause you to gasp and shiver as his tongue keeps sliding in and out of you, desperate for your sweetness. You want more, need more, you crave it with every roll of your hips; you want him in you deeply. Unclenching your thighs from his head, you pull his hair, forcing his face from you with a wet pop.Β
Miguel's eyes are blown as he keeps them steady on yours, his full lips parted and panting. The sight of his face glistening with a mix of his saliva and your arousal is sinful and complete perfection. His poor glasses are resting on his face, still lopsided from his ravenous pursuit to taste your cunt. Leaving forward, you keep a smile as you hold his cheek; he immediately melts into it. Grabbing his glasses from his head, you toss them to his nightstand; before he can say anything to you, you're leaning forward to bring him into a kiss. His lips and tongue are laced with you, and you canβt help but want to giggle as he groans and leans his whole body onto you, so needy for more.Β
With a gentle push to his massive chest, you can change the positions as you now straddle his hips effortlessly. You are slowly running your hands up and down his chest and abdomen, feeling his hair decorating his skin, making your mouth water. As you shift yourself up, you feel his swollen length hanging heavily as you nudge against it. The tip is hot and already pebbling with glistening pre-cum, straining for you to envelope around him. Reaching down, you flick your eyes from his eyes to his length.Β
Miguel sure has changed over the years, but his face is so breathless and furrowing with every strained pleasure as you slide your thumb over his cocks slit. Whining so softly, sounding like the sweet nerd you remember. On the other hand, Miguel is witnessing you in a way only his mind had fantasized about. Your smile is no longer so sweet but devious; He wants to push his cock into you so deeply and have you shudder and scream while you gush all over him, But this teasing and tauntingβ¦ it's mouth-watering.Β
Touching his length, you feel the sheer heat of it as you carefully trace over the soft skin, feeling every vein. Tracing over the red weeping tip, you feel him shudder and mumble something under his breath as you grasp him to hold against you, seeing that he measures to your stomach. You can't help but bite your lip in anticipation of the stretch.Β
Your eyes flick back to Miguels, βThink it will fit?β you tease.
βI will make it fitβ¦β his rough voice sends a shiver down your spine.Β
Lifting to your knees, you line up his tip to brush on your clit, making you gasp as you slip him through your folds. Then finally, you slip him in slowly, feeling his cock stretch your fluttering hole; the stretch is intense and makes you roll your eyes as your back arches. Miguel grabs your ass tightly, bucking his hips to sink in a bit faster; he pants a sorry as you let out a moan and squeeze your hands on his chest for support. Looking down at his beautifully blushing face, you only smile as you sink deeper.Β
βSo eager, Miggy~βΒ
All Miguel can manage is a smile as he works hard to keep himself from bottoming out immediately. He so badly just wants to shove it in deeply and rut into you like a damn animal. A groan builds in his throat as he tries to keep himself from whimpering as you continue to sink so slowly. His cock throbbing and stretching your walls as it heats your insides. Before he can manage a whine, you sink all the way down, taking every inch; before either of you can moan, you lean down to catch his lips in a needy kiss, taking control you guide him, your tongue pushes past his lips to taste his groans. While his tongue eagerly does the same. Pulling away from the kiss, you grind against him, relishing in the feeling of his cock pushing in deeper and his trimmed hairs tickling your sensitive skin; you canβt help but bite his bottom lip to compensate for the mind-numbing feeling.Β
Miguel's hands squeeze harder, making you release his lip as your cunt to clenchs on him, the moan of his name dropping from your lips as your hips start to grind on him at a slow pace. Using your hands, you slightly push yourself up and rock your hips back and forth, letting his cock slide to bully your gummy insides, brushing your cervix with every nudge. Miguels is mesmerized as he roams his hands over your body, worshiping every inch of your skin with his careful fingertips brushing and rubbing you so tenderly. His hands come to your breast, where he takes a minute to squeeze and pinch your nipples, your whimper in response, and grind harder against his cock, pushing him to rub harder against your cervix.
βYou look s-so fucking beautifulβ¦your body, yourβ¦tatseβ¦Iβve never stopped thi-thinking of youβ¦β Miguel mutters through pants of hot breaths.Β
The words spur you on, and you start to pick up your pace, making him moan out and guide your hips to rock back and forth faster, βAlways so sweetβ¦β you coo to himβ¦the words are less taunting but just true; he has always been sweet to youβ¦
βOnly for youβ¦β he muses, and you canβt help but smile,Β
βGoodβ¦βΒ
You feel yourself starting to sip from having a clear head that's now blurring in a haze of lust as you continue to pursue your pleasure on his girth. Pushing in and out on him quicker. Your hands grab onto him tighter as you ravish your tight pussy with his throbbing cock. Begging for both his and your release. Fucking so deep in you, now your jaw falls slack as his cock keeps pushing against your velvety sweet spot, making jolts of pleasure pulse through your body with every bounce.Β
The sweat that has built on your bodies works hard to try and cool your fevered states, but with every push into your cunt and with every clench around his length rousing him to go deeper makes it all in vain. There is no cooling as you two approach your white hot release, bodies only growing more hot and sensitive with every whine and every mind-numbing push. So close to tipping the other to ecstasyβ¦
With a couple of aided thrust from Miguel fucking up into you, your muscles tenase and your mouth falls open in a pitched scream of his name as your danm burst making you clench and shudder on his cock, coming undone on top of him. You're quivering on his length as he carefully grinds you through your drenching pleasure, the feeling of his cock slipping deeper as you eagerly ride him through your high.Β
With the way you clench so tightly and grind faster, Miguel couldn't help but feel himself throb and spurt right into your cervix. The feeling of it spurting so thickly, his cock pulsing inside of you, feeling so heavy in you with each twitch. This cum is hot and fills you so that it's leaking down mixing with your arousal, creating a sticky mess. You can't help yourself when you side on more and more feeling your cunt want to stick to his skin.Β
Haze starting to clear you fall forward on him, you try to catch your breath in between placing frantic kisses to Miguel's chest and neck. Your orgasm leaves you utterly satisfied, but Miguels is not doneβ¦
With a quick turning over your body, you're lying on your back now as Miguel situates himself between your legs. He takes time to look over your flushed form, his massive hands dragging over your sensitive body, and you shiver and buck your hips up. Miguel takes your legs, pushing them up to your chest, making your mew from his touch, your pussy completely exposed to him. Miguel feels his breath catch as his cum leaks out of your trembling puffy cunt in milky drops. Miguel releases one of your legs to fall to his shoulder so he can plam his cock, still erect and ready for more. His red eyes flick back to your blisted-out face, and though you're at the point of overstimulation, you still ache for more.Β
βM-Miggyβ¦β you're the one to tremble shyly for him now, and the switch of the roles makes him fold. Heβs helpless for youβ¦
Leaning down carefully, Miguel cages you between his massive arms as he places a gentle, sweet kiss on your begging lips. Breaking the kiss, he whispers in your ear so softly, βMore? Can you give me more? Perfect girlβ¦let me feel you againβ¦pleaseβ¦βΒ
Wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his damp skin, you buck your hips up in your whine of, βMore, Please, Miggy ahβI need more of you, always. You are so good to me.βΒ
He catches your hips in a quick grip as he lifts them up, smiling; it's everything he has ever wanted to hear from your sweet lips. And he is always eager to satisfy you.Β
Miguel slips his cock into you with a groan; you're already so sensitive as he pushes down to the base, filling you so quickly that your body already starts quivering around him. Pressing soft kisses to your sweaty skin, he rolls his hips slow and deep. He is taking his time with you. Every thrust is hot and tingling, and you feel that familiar tense starting to build up again from the consistent pace he's set. Managing to open your eyes through moans and rolls, you see Miguel with beautifully flushed cheeks, eyes filled with want as he softly pants and whimpers with each clench of your wet cunt.Β
As his pace quickens, you feel him throb, giving you new resolve to meet your hips with each thrust, and your core starts to burn deliciously. Your nails find their place, digging into his broad back. Every slap of his balls to your overly sensitive skin makes you moan and throw your head back. Miguel takes the opportunity to kiss and lick against your neck, his hot breath rushing over you. With a final clench and strained moan, you feel that white-hot wave of pleasure burn through you; his body shudders at the feeling of your cunt, so desperate to cum against him to milk him dry again. His groan borders on a whine as his hips are still, and you feel that familiar throbbing against your cervix as his thick cum fills you up. Looking up at him, you watch his face contort to be in complete pleasure; the sight of it is completely addicting.Β
Staying in you till you are both down from your highs, he slowly pulls out his softening cock. The pooling of both of your cum completely ruins the sheets underneath you, but Miguel doesnβt worry about that. He brushes stray hairs from your face and whispers he will be right back. You're too exhausted to move, and you can only twitch slightly as you feel a cool cloth cleaning you up so gently.Β
After cleaning you up, you feel the bed sink beside you and the feeling of an arm around you, bringing you closer to his warm body, his other hand brushing through your hair so carefully. You gather your energy to curl into Miguel with a broad smile. You two lay there, slowly drifting away in each other's comfort.Β
Clearing his throat, Miguel tries to be as unawkward as possible, and it only manages to make you smile more; you two just had amazing sex, and heβs still nervous; some things die hard, you guess. Looking up at him, you see heβs trying to gather up the best way to approach his next words; this night has been everything he hoped, and he doesnβt want to blow it now, but he needs to know the answer to his question,Β
βCan-can Iβ¦take you out on a date?βΒ
His face is completely sincere and flushed; you have to bite back your giggle before you answer.Β
βMiggy, about time you askedβ¦βΒ
You two set the date up for the next night; Miguel, of course, wore his glassesβ¦
Bad Teachings: Miguel O'Hara. A retired fourty two year old teacher with a fistful of issues tailing after him. You were a slip in temptation of his already warped up world, his student. Nothing should come out of it, right?
(Initial College Professor/Older Miguel AU +18 ) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17
Iridiscent Something so innocent, like hope turns into the most beautiful of nightmares.
PirateAU! x Mermaid! Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4
Strawberry Jam (+18) DadFriendAU! Pt. 2 Pt. 3 (COMPLETED)
Mi Dulce Cereza (Ranchero! Novela AU!)
Finding a path in life has never been so thrilling, but would you withstand life's punches?
Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 (UNDER REVAMP AND REWRITE)
Crimson Crown: (Royal AU) A dark king that is known to be ruthless, knows the true meaning of many things. War and love amongst them.
Pt1. Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8
Of Flowers And Hummingbirds
Breaking the rules had never felt so good. Until consequences slaps right in the face. A One night stand with Miguel turns into a morphing nightmare.
Fluff n smut (and probably angst) fic collection (+18)
Notes: okay this is just to like, compartmentalize so I don't have to put all new chapters on each one, cos its gonna get REAL long. Also just a reminder this is still ongoing!
Plot: You're a new recruit to the spider society, and you've just been sent on your first mission on one condition: Do not contact Miguel's variant in this universe.
When your mission goes wrong you break that rule very quickly, desperate for help, only to find that Miguel's variant here is not what you expected. He's stoic but kind, awkward but sincere, and he's also an enormous human-spider hybrid: a drider, both human and arachnid.
You decide to continue seeing Miguel in secret, with the rest of the society unaware. You really want to stay friends after all. That is, until Miguel suddenly goes into a rut.
Now you're his mate, trapped in a dizzying heat that only he can fix, trying to hide your relationship from your suspicious superiors. What could go wrong?
Rigor Mortis; or, how to live your life after a half-decade of decay.Β
Relationships end. People die. You move on, and Miguel does too.Β
(roommate! Miguel O'Hara x reader, college-ish au).Β
(AO3) (Main Masterlist) (Wattpad)
Warnings: angst, smut, friends with benefits, mentions of depression, child death (not explicit), grief. 18+ Minors DNI (+ ageless blogs will be blocked)
Series' playlists:
this is what i listen to whilst I write
this is the kind of playlist I imagine RM!Miguel listens to
(i am very open to suggestions/additions :D)
00 rigor mortis,
01 or in the cold, crisp morn:
02 lady death, at the cradle of a babe.
03 they were here, she says,
04 lips blue and black and gold (18+)
05 and they were good. (18+)
06 in your half-hearted hubris, (18+)
07 all-consuming grief, (18+)
08 you had forgotten; they were good.
09 all that light lost in gaps (18+)
10 between your bodies; (18+)
11 cracks in clay, poured over,
12 tbd
13 tbd
14 tbd
15 tbd
16 tbd
17 tbd
18 tbd
19 tbd
20 tbd
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Bonus chapters:
RM! Miguel headcanons (SFW) (NSFT)
A week of firsts (set between 06 and 07)
Bonus Miguel POV chapter
Quickie
massive thank you to my beta readers, who put up with all my stupid questions, helped me with translations, and gave wonderful feedback on where I could improve.
Thank you @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys!
What if theΒ Earth-1610 (Milesβs universe) version of Miguelβs wife was actually Milesβs AP Art teacher?
Hi everyone! So I originally made a post (link to original post) about a fanfic idea I had for Miguel O'Hara x Reader and a lot of people seemed to like it so... I've finally decided to just commit to writing it!
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Upon getting selected by Hobie Brown as one of the Spider Society's latest additions, you face an unwelcome reality following a breakup with your ex boyfriend in your dimension.
II. Red Ink.
Following your initial introductions to Miguel and leaving an interesting first impression, Miguel takes it upon himself to train you and get you acquainted with your attributes and skills, only to find out that a hidden etch on your skin makes it harder for him to keep composure around you. (Coming Sept. 5th)
β Λ⢠ｑΛa/n: new series i'll probably never finish
β ΛβΆ ο½‘Λ cw: this series is based on igor, by tyler the creator. violence HEAVY ANGST
β ΛβΆ ο½‘Λ pairing: miguel o'hara x reader
βΆ in which miguel o'hara falls in love with a married woman, married to a variant of him.
SERIES SYNOPSIS: The fabric of the universe wasnβt something to be messed with. You and Miguel learned that the hard way.
OR: A snarky, flirtatious scientist carrying the guilt of destroying her home world meets Miguel OβHara, and finds that maybe her pain isnβt felt alone. ( And that there might be something more to this odd relationship between them both. )
You werenβt expecting to run into the person who had been following you from universe to universe for the past six months in a dirt cheap bar. You also werenβt expecting him to be attractive and insanely fun to mess with.
CHAPTER TWO β chaos theory.
Was it noble or selfish to mess with time and space to save someone you loved? The question didnβt matter in the end. You lost him, anyway. Along with everything else you had ever known.
CHAPTER THREE β tbd.
TBA
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SYNOPSIS: you and childe are a-list actors, always the leads of most blockbuster movies. while youβre both usually portrayed in romantic relationships in your movies, you certainly had never actually liked childe in the romantic sense. in fact, you didnβt really like childe at all; he was rather infuriating to you and his prideful demeanour was quite annoying, to the point where being around him got unbearable.
so thatβs probably why you nearly lost your mind when your managers suggested a fake relationship to combat your sharp decrease in fans. the idea was simple, since a new actor took the scene, they assumed till your bothβs new movie released, youβd barely be a-list actors anymore, so they wanted a long-awaited relationship to take the headlines and make you both the talk of the film industry.
the idea was simple, but carrying it out was very, very, very, difficult. but hey, your money was important to you, and so was your reputation. and you were willing to risk it.
in theory, you just had to hold hands, hug, maybe kiss, post a few cute pictures, thatβs all.
i mean, how bad could it possibly be?
CHARACTERS: childe, kamisato ayato, diluc, zhongli, jean, kaeya, yae miko, albedo, xingqiu, lisa, yunjin, kamisato ayaka, scaramouche, and many, many more.
CHAPTERS:
chapter one : fever dream high.
chapter two : in the quiet of the night.
chapter three : you know that i caught it.
chapter four : shiny toy with a price.
tba!
β΅ modern/college au | fake dating + childhood friends to lovers trope | youβve known childe for pretty much your entire existence, have been friends forever and he helped you multiple times so when he comes asking you for your help to forget a girl who broke his heart, you canβt deny his request. but what if that fake dating thing was making one of you develop romantic feelings for the other ? would you still accept to help then ?
profiles. ;
i. ; moral of the story ii. ; heartbeat iii. ; dance, baby iv. ; flight 22 +bonus part. ; countdown: 30 days v. ; always forever vi. ; diet mountain dew vii. ; moment viii. ; save your tears ix. ; liar x. jealousy, jealousy xi. itβs you xii. donβt
inspired by my own incomplete kaveh x alhaitham fic on twitter so this is no plagiarism !
Sypnosis: Whereas a popular boy who gets any girl swooned, admires you, a taciturn girl who has no interest in love, from afar.
Childe had always been known to be someone remorseless, but what people don't know is that he had one thing that he regrets deeply.
He finds himself in a future without you, but a twist of fate had him travel back to his highschool years, and he decides to do everything he can to make things right with a second chance.
Will he able to change both your fates and get the happy ending you deserve?
childe x reader series ; slowburn, jock x top-student, strangers-ish to lovers, highschool au
warnings: slowburn, fluff, angst, mentions of death.
Act I, Won't lose you again.
00. Prologue
01. All there's left is a picture of you.
02. Can't turn back now
03. Trust me
04. At a loss
05. Flower bed
06. This is me trying
tba
chapter names are still to be edited! also check out my alhaitham x reader fic Enchanted :)
β genre: modern!au, ceo childe!au, romance, angst, hurt/comfort
β warnings: possibly smut, nsfw ( MINORS DON'T INTERACT ). warnings will be added as the story progresses
β summary: He is a typical son of a rich father, who in the future should have a whole company at his disposal. Tartaglia doesn't take all his responsibility seriously, arranges parties right in his office, invites his rich friends and orders girls from a strip club, simply because he can afford it.
You get a good job and hope it helps you get your little brother into a good academy. And you never expected to work for someone like Childe. You and he are from different worlds, and you, sometimes furtively take a look at him, think that you and he aren't destined to cross paths.
One day, by chance, your and his paths converge. Will this meeting be one of the most ordinary ones or will it be the beginning of something more?
β΅ modern/college au | fake dating + childhood friends to lovers trope | youβve known childe for pretty much your entire existence, have been friends forever and he helped you multiple times so when he comes asking you for your help to forget a girl who broke his heart, you canβt deny his request. but what if that fake dating thing was making one of you develop romantic feelings for the other ? would you still accept to help then ?
profiles. ;
i. ; moral of the story ii. ; heartbeat iii. ; dance, baby iv. ; flight 22 +bonus part. ; countdown: 30 days v. ; always forever vi. ; diet mountain dew vii. ; moment viii. ; save your tears ix. ; liar
inspired by my own incomplete kaveh x alhaitham fic on twitter so this is no plagiarism !
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