Can you write something with Miguel? Where your riding him and he's fucked out but still going (so sub Miguel) and he's blabbering on about how much he loves you and how much he fuckin loves your pussy but you grab his jaw and make him look up at you and say "watch your fucking mouth" or vice versa.
(btw I love your work and no pressure to write this,have a nice day!)
Say Please- miguel x spiderwoman! reader
notes: omg hi anon! thank you sooo much for your kind words and this concept... screaming, shaking, and crying fr.
warnings: total smutfest, sub! miguel, ch*king, nsfw
The creaking of the bed had been an ongoing sound for the last hour or so, given that both you and Miguel had some ongoing sexual tension. It was so bad that even other Spiders knew not to be in the room when you were exchanging information or reports with Miguel, just because the quiet glances you gave each other spoke more volumes than just "here's the updated file."
On this particular instance however, Miguel decides that he wants you to take the lead. You've made it pretty obvious that you enjoy the control you have during missions... so why not throw a challenge at you. He's convinced you wouldn't last seconds against him, given how much bigger he is compared to you in stature and size. That doesn't necessarily phase you though, as you've faced villains in the past that are as tall and as broad as him. Just not as submissive as he was in this particular instance.
The sight of him underneath you is one reserved for your eyes only. His breath is hot against your neck, as he exhales and pants over and over. He's drunk... not on any alcohol, but drunk on lust and the feel of your pussy engulfing him as you ride him. His hands are glued to your hips, grunts escaping his mouth as he lets you have him. He's already peaked twice, his legs twitching and his shaft only being milked by the sweetness of your folds.
"Such a good pussy... all f'me, baby" He mumbles, his mouth dry from the endless moans escaping his lips, his breath shortening as he watches your breasts move in tandem with you riding him. He's nearly spent, trying to keep himself afloat thanks to the squelching sounds of your dripping core and his cock being flushed together with your breathy moans and his needy grunts.
"So wet... so fucking pretty for me." He groans, breath hitching as he gets closer to the edge, just as you do. But unlike him, you're composed and in control, wanting to make him work hard for that last peak.
"Will you shut the fuck up, O'Hara... can't focus when you're whining like that." You'd snap, grabbing a hold of his chin so his red irises are focused on yours, his lips swollen from kisses and bites. He looks blissed out, choking back sobs of pleasure as he thrusts up into you, hoping to leave an imprint of his cock in your cervix. The pleasure builds in you, as you shudder at the feel of him, resulting in your nails digging into his throat.
He whimpers.
"You don't get to come till I let you, m'kay?" You say in sweet tones, as your hips buck faster to help relieve yourself of the tight coil in your stomach. He grips your waist even harder, whining as he feels your release, his eyes glancing at the sticky, warm, white ring around the base of his length, as he pants in ecstasy.
After a few more minutes, you let him chase his climax, as he thrusts deep, eventually releasing and seeing the mixture of your essence with his seed. You exhale, clutching onto him for support, as he coos in your ear.
Can you write something with Miguel? Where your riding him and he's fucked out but still going (so sub Miguel) and he's blabbering on about how much he loves you and how much he fuckin loves your pussy but you grab his jaw and make him look up at you and say "watch your fucking mouth" or vice versa.
(btw I love your work and no pressure to write this,have a nice day!)
Say Please- miguel x spiderwoman! reader
notes: omg hi anon! thank you sooo much for your kind words and this concept... screaming, shaking, and crying fr.
warnings: total smutfest, sub! miguel, ch*king, nsfw
The creaking of the bed had been an ongoing sound for the last hour or so, given that both you and Miguel had some ongoing sexual tension. It was so bad that even other Spiders knew not to be in the room when you were exchanging information or reports with Miguel, just because the quiet glances you gave each other spoke more volumes than just "here's the updated file."
On this particular instance however, Miguel decides that he wants you to take the lead. You've made it pretty obvious that you enjoy the control you have during missions... so why not throw a challenge at you. He's convinced you wouldn't last seconds against him, given how much bigger he is compared to you in stature and size. That doesn't necessarily phase you though, as you've faced villains in the past that are as tall and as broad as him. Just not as submissive as he was in this particular instance.
The sight of him underneath you is one reserved for your eyes only. His breath is hot against your neck, as he exhales and pants over and over. He's drunk... not on any alcohol, but drunk on lust and the feel of your pussy engulfing him as you ride him. His hands are glued to your hips, grunts escaping his mouth as he lets you have him. He's already peaked twice, his legs twitching and his shaft only being milked by the sweetness of your folds.
"Such a good pussy... all f'me, baby" He mumbles, his mouth dry from the endless moans escaping his lips, his breath shortening as he watches your breasts move in tandem with you riding him. He's nearly spent, trying to keep himself afloat thanks to the squelching sounds of your dripping core and his cock being flushed together with your breathy moans and his needy grunts.
"So wet... so fucking pretty for me." He groans, breath hitching as he gets closer to the edge, just as you do. But unlike him, you're composed and in control, wanting to make him work hard for that last peak.
"Will you shut the fuck up, O'Hara... can't focus when you're whining like that." You'd snap, grabbing a hold of his chin so his red irises are focused on yours, his lips swollen from kisses and bites. He looks blissed out, choking back sobs of pleasure as he thrusts up into you, hoping to leave an imprint of his cock in your cervix. The pleasure builds in you, as you shudder at the feel of him, resulting in your nails digging into his throat.
He whimpers.
"You don't get to come till I let you, m'kay?" You say in sweet tones, as your hips buck faster to help relieve yourself of the tight coil in your stomach. He grips your waist even harder, whining as he feels your release, his eyes glancing at the sticky, warm, white ring around the base of his length, as he pants in ecstasy.
After a few more minutes, you let him chase his climax, as he thrusts deep, eventually releasing and seeing the mixture of your essence with his seed. You exhale, clutching onto him for support, as he coos in your ear.
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Summary: An accident at one of Alchemaxās labs has led to Miguel being briefly contaminated with cA1m - a prototype drug that is meant to calm animals. However it seems to have a very different effect in humans.
A/N: A massive thank you to @midgardian-witch for reading the beginning of this (catching a hilarious typo), making some excellent suggestions,Ā and reassuring me that I hadnāt just lost my mind completely (yet).
Reader doesnāt know Miguelās spiderman.
Warnings: dubious consent - itās basically a sex pollen fic, blood, hair pulling (can I write a fic without an Oscar Isaac character getting their hair pulled?), so much cum, hand job, oral (both m and f receiving), things get a little rough, face fucking, cum eating, biting, scratching, p in v sex, typos, please let me know if Iāve missed a warning!
Word Count:Ā 5433
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āItās mainly preliminary.ā You said with a smile. āYou werenāt in the room, but the filtration system links four of the labs.āĀ
You check over Miguelās notes, so far, he didnāt have any symptoms.Ā
There had been an āaccidentā in Lab B2, an accident that was being rapidly looked into. Lab B1, and B4 had been empty, but Miguel had been in B3.Ā
Miguel was currently in a rapidly repurposed testing room, sitting on the bed with his shirt rolled up his forearms. His specific request for somewhere with reinforced walls, doors and windows had beenā¦ unusual. But he was a big guy, couldnāt hurt to be too careful.Ā
āHow are the others doing?ā He asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.Ā
āOkay,ā you nodded. There had been eight people in Lab B2 when the container had broken. Two people, like Miguel, werenāt showing any symptoms.Ā
The chemical compound, nicknamed cA1m, while liquid in its storage unit, turned to a gas at above zero degrees. Luckily it also denatured quickly, and there was a good chance that those who still werenāt showing symptoms were unaffected.Ā
The chemicalās intention was for a more humane way to calm wild animals and livestock during veterinary checks. That way the animal in question didnāt need potentially dangerous anaesthetic for basic to mild level medical care.Ā
It also wore off in 24 hours.Ā
However, it still needed some work. And while early tests had gone well, apparently it did not have the desired effect in humans.Ā
Four of the six infected had gone feral, absolutely crazy with rage, trying to kill and destroy everything and everyone within their reach.Ā
Luckily no one had been severely injured before they had been tranquilised.Ā
The other two were different, they hadā¦ other urges.Ā
āHave you found any links as to why Doctor Guerrero and Doctor Vaughan didnāt react like the others?ā Miguel asks. His voice was calm and controlled, like it always was. Politely interested, like he was listening to a presentation about your latest control data.Ā
āWell, I have an idea. Though I havenāt fully proven it yet.āĀ
He tilted his head to the side in a silent question. The action was endearing, it made your heart flutter and heat rise to your skin. And you hated it so, so much.Ā
You smiled quickly and looked down, trying to cover the fact youād been staring at him for a second too long.Ā
āSo,ā you continued, drawing the word out a little to give you a pause of breathing room. āBoth Guerrero and Vaughan are in relationships, both of them wanted to,ā you pause for a moment, trying to find the most professional way to phrase it. āget to their partners. Unlike the others they also had a massively increased level of oxytocin.āĀ
āYour theory is that that cA1m causes a berserk level of rage unless the subject is in love?ā There was the smallest smirk on his lips.
It sounded stupid when he put it like that.Ā
āWellā¦ yes.ā You fold your arms. āLook, Miguel,ā he grinned when you said his name and you fought, and lost, the urge to smile back. āIāve had fourteen hours and six people to base this off, plus three who are showing no symptoms. Give me a break, yeah?āĀ
He held up his hands playfully. āI didnāt say anything.ā
āYou gave me a look.ā
āWhat look?ā He teased.Ā
āI know you want to be trying to figure this out yourself, but youāre the one who insisted on not being allowed any breakable, or expensive, equipment while youāre in here.āĀ
He smiled. āItās true.ā His gaze was heavy, crushing almost.Ā
You shook your head and turned to the side table. āAnyway, are you gonna let me draw some blood or what?āĀ
He nodded and held his arm out to you.Ā
You know why you had been ānominatedā (begged) to be the one to see Miguel. He wasnāt the easiest CEO to work for in the sense that he was both physically and mentally intimidating, but what usually threw most people was that he was quiet, tended to watch and listen.Ā
And he had a bit of resting bitch face.Ā Ā
But he was actually pretty pleasant to talk to when you got to know him.Ā
You brushed your arm against his as you moved to get your equipment. Miguel audibly gasped.Ā
A flash of worry pinched at your mind, you turned to look at him. āYou okay?āĀ
Miguel nodded; he was staring straight ahead at the wall. Obviously in distress.
āMiguel?ā This wasnāt the same as those who had suddenly developed into a full-blown rage, but still you couldnāt help the sense of apprehension that crawled along your skin. You glanced at the sedative on the side table and shook your head.
āMiguel?ā You spoke again, a little softer and moved a step closer towards him.Ā
He shuddered at your voice, screwing his eyes up tightly. Sweat was beading on his forehead, heat rolling off him in waves.
āMiguel, Iām gonna-ā
He moved faster than you could comprehend, one second he was sitting on the bed and the next he was looming over you, his hands clenched tightly around your biceps, and forcing you back.
You yelped as he pressed you into the wall, grabbing hold of his forearms.Ā
His eyes were dark and wild, brimming with a terrifying energy.
āMiguel, wh-ā
He crashed his lips into yours, swallowing down your words and slipping his tongue into your mouth frantically. It took you a fragment of a second to react, surprise freezing your limbs solid.Ā
Miguel took your delay to his advantage, pushing his knee between your legs and pressing close. Not leaving a fraction of space between you as he devoured your mouth. Stealing your breath and igniting heat along your veins.Ā
āMiguel,ā you managed to push him back, the heels of your hands in his chest. This was the cA1m affecting him, it was the only explanation. Maybe the filtration system had diluted the chemical and caused a delayed reaction. āYou need to-ā
He snarled, his eyes pinpoint focused on you as he leaned forward and kissed you, hard. All tongue and sharp teeth as he wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck and gripped your thigh bruisingly tight, hitching it high on his hip.Ā
Youād had dreams like this, fantasies, where he pinned you to the wall and kissed you until you couldnāt breathe. But you couldnāt do this, you couldnāt take advantage of him like this-Ā
There was a sharp pinch of pain as Miguel sank his teeth into your bottom lip. You let out a small squeak of surprise, pulling away from him. And raised your hand to your mouth, your fingers coming back red.Ā
Miguel, however, seemed unphased as he trailed kisses along your neck, smearing your blood along your skin. He ground his hips into yours, rocking back and forth and- oh god, he was big, just like the rest of him.Ā
āMiguel, you need to,ā you swallowed down a whimper as he sucked at your pulse point, just managing to resist the urge to hold him closer, to run your hands through his hair. āItās the cA1m, youāre not thinking straight.ā
He murmured something into your neck, his mouth not leaving your skin far enough for the words to be intelligible.Ā
āMiguel-ā You gasped as he nipped at your throat, not enough to break the skin this time.Ā
Heat was burning from his skin, scorching into your body like you were too close to a flame.Ā
You grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back a fraction too forcefully. You thought the brief pain might snap him out of it, give him a second of clarity. But as his chin tilted upwards, exposing his neck, he let out a long groan, his eyes squeezed shut.Ā
It went straight to your core, your thighs clenching at the sound.Ā
āNeed you so bad, shit,ā he rocked against you harder, pressing his length right up against your centre. āAlways need you, you donāt understand,ā he moaned and buried his head back into your neck, despite your grip on his hair, and sucked a love bite into your skin.
This time you couldnāt resist the urge. You sunk your fingers deeper, scratching your nails along his scalp and pulled him closer, pushing his face in your neck.
Miguel groaned appreciatively, digging his sharp nails into your shoulders. He nipped just below your ear, the keen, yet sweet little sting of pain blended with the slow and steady roll of his hips was simply tortuous. Almost enough to make you lose all common sense.Ā
Almost.Ā
You couldnāt do this, you couldnāt do this, you just couldnāt do this.Ā
āMiguel-ā
He whined as you said his name.Ā
And you had to bite your lips together in order to hold onto your fading self respect.Ā
āOn the table,ā you swallowed, trying to get your words out quickly, āthereās a sedative. Itāll help, itāll-ā
āYouāll help, being near you helps.ā He mumbles, the words barely audible. He snakes his fingers along your ribs, just teasing the hem of your shirt.
āWe just need to-oh!ā
Miguel grabs hold of your shirt and pulls, ripping it open, buttons pinging off and going flying. Honestly, thereās less resistance from the material than you expected.
And then he's everywhere, his face buried in your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts as his fingers pinch at your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra.Ā
You can't stop the moan of surprise that escapes your lips as you arch into his touch.Ā
You had to stop this, now. Before he did something you'd very much enjoy and he'd very much regret.Ā
"Fuck," you hiss under your breath and act quickly, trying not to overthink and get yourself caught up.Ā
Maybe if heā¦ had some relief you could grab the sedative in the afterglow. Hell, maybe he wouldn't even need the sedative if he came once.Ā
Before you can lose your nerve you quickly unbuckled his trousers and managed to squeeze your hand under the material despite Miguel's frenzied mind trying to keep the physical space separating you both to a minimum.Ā
He gasps as you touch him, letting out a choked sob that your brain was already committing to memory and filing under 'for use later'.Ā
The velvety soft skin was rock hard and burning hot against your hand. So big that you couldn't even get your fingers fully round his girth.Ā
"Please." He muttered, pressing his forehead against yours, his hands resting tightly on your waist.Ā
His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth slightly open and when you moved your hand, the smallest upwards movement. He let out the sweetest sigh.Ā
You bite your lip and wince as you catch the broken skin, but it doesnāt stop you from tracing your thumb over the tip of him, smearing precome along the head. You were trying to be quick, methodical, clinical, as you began to stroke him, setting an even pace. This was just a problem to solve. You should not be enjoying this.Ā
But every glide of your hand, every touch, made Miguel gasp and moan as if it was the first time heād ever experienced such sensations, made him bite his lip with his sharp (had they always been that sharp?) teeth, and it was intoxicating.Ā
He pistoned his hips into your touch, thrusting faster and faster, and practically growling as he grew closer to his release.Ā
You couldnāt help but watch him, enraptured, as heat pooled in your lower stomach, your own need growing. But this wasnāt about you.Ā
Still, you couldnāt help yourself rocking back and forth against his leg ever so slightly to just take the edge off.Ā
Miguel grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head, and there was a sharp pinch of pain as he tightened his grip on your waist, his nails digging in much harder than they surely should have been able to.
He swore under his breath as he cums, twitching under your touch, and coating your hand and stomach with his release.Ā
Thereās so much of it, far more than there should be as he cums and cums, gasping for air. Another side effect of the cA1m - perhaps youād be annoyed as his release soaks into your ruined shirt if the sight of him reaching his peak wasnāt exhilarating.Ā
You let go of him quickly, managing to disentangle yourself from him, despite Miguel low, exhausted whine of protest.Ā
God, how were you going to get a new shirt without running into someone? And, you realised, probably a new pair of trousers too. Miguelās spend had run down and soaked into the left side.Ā
You grabbed the sedative from the side table. Your mind already racing, it wasnāt Miguelās fault but would he remember? Would he be awkward with you now? Would your little chats and jokes stop? You swallowed down a pang of fear and turned. Now wasnāt the time for what ifs you-
Miguel grabbed your arms and you squeaked in surprise. How could he move so silently? His eyes were dark, hooded with lust, his trousers just hanging from his hips andā¦ well, obviously so much for the idea that him cumming once would be enough.Ā
āI need you.ā He growled, his voice so low that you almost felt light headed. āI know you want me too, I can smell it.ā He leaned forward scraping his teeth over your pulse point, and for a shameful moment you let yourself get caught up again, allowed yourself to revel in the sensation for the smallest second.Ā
While he was distracted you pushed the needle into his upper arm, through his shirt, and injected the sedative.Ā
It shouldn't take long.Ā
He growled, pulling his mouth away from your neck to stare dangerously into your eyes.Ā
You swallowed. A spike of fear dug into the base of your skull, some ancient urge telling you to run.Ā
āItās okay,ā you said soothingly, unsure if you were really talking to Miguel or yourself. āItās just the sedative.ā You pulled the needle out of his arm. āYouāll be fine, letās lay you down so-ā
He kissed you hungrily, harsh and demanding as he forced his tongue into your mouth.Ā
You allowed yourself to kiss him back the smallest amount as you waited for the sedative to work.Ā
And waitedā¦ And waitedā¦
Oh, no, just no, this wasnāt right, this couldnāt be right. There was more than enough in the injection to knock him out and yet he didnāt show any signs of slowing down.Ā
Okay, so, this definitely wasnāt how it went with the others.Ā
You side step, trying to twist past him and break his hold all in one movement. Maybe you could get to the door, maybe you could doā¦ something. Your mind raced, there had to be a way to fix this, to help him, to be useful.Ā
The side step didnāt work, Miguelās grip was too tight, and you stumbled, skidding around and to your knees. The edge of the bed thumped into your back.Ā
You gasp, gulp and stare up at him. That spike of fear dragging itself down your spine.Ā
He growls and moves closer, his length bobbing and perfectly at your eye level. His gaze is dark and desperate, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. You could see his pulse thundering in his neck, echoing along the length of his dick.Ā
Rapid heartbeat was one of the side effects all the others had experienced, the sedative being the only thing that had managed to return it to a normaler level.Ā
Maybe there was only one way you could be useful.Ā
Miguel shifts his weight, preparing to move, but you lean forward first and run your tongue along the length of him.Ā
A deep moan rumbles in his chest as you touch him, a gasp of breath. The sound floods heat to your core.Ā
You wrap your lips around the tip, grabbing hold of his hips to pull him closer as you swallow as much of him as you can. You bob your head, encouraging him to move with you and there is a moment where you can feel the tension in his muscles, the strain in his thighs as he tries to hold back, to keep himself in check.Ā
It doesnāt last long.Ā
He snarls and thrusts forward, snapping his hips and nearly choking you. You splutter, trying to breathe through your nose but Miguel doesnāt give you a second to recover. He pushes forward, the back of your head slamming against the edge of the bed as he plunges deeper and deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with ease and still not even half way in.Ā
Your grip on his hips tightens and you donāt know if youāre trying to pull him away or urging him on.Ā
It burns, the size of him makes your jaw ache, tears roll down the sides of your cheeks from the force of his relentless thrusts.Ā
His hands dig into the mattress by the side of you head, tearing into the fabric as he pounds into you, fucking your mouth with everything heās got.Ā
He groans, āyes, baby, yes,ā his voice low and barely distinguishable as words.Ā
You do your best to just hold on, to breathe and take as much as you can. The sounds of his moans filling your ears and mind, and god, how you wished you didnāt have a gag reflex and could take him deeper.Ā
He keeps ramming into your mouth, snapping his hips against you with a frenzied energy and you push against his lower back, silently begging him to keep going.Ā
Your neck throbs from discomfort, bruising forming where the skin is repeatedly hitting against the hard outline of the bed frame. Your knees burn from where they continuously rub against the floor with every buck and thrust.Ā
Miguel lets out a short, animalistic cry as he cums down your throat suddenly. You moan against him, trying to swallow all of it but thereās just so, so much. It spills out of the side of your mouth and down your chin despite your best efforts.
He leans forward, breathing hard, his cock still in your mouth. And for a second you think this is it, the sedative will take hold or maybe this mindless lust has come to an end.Ā
But heās still hard when he pulls himself out of your mouth, his eyes still glazed over with the same madness when he looks down at you. He runs his hand over your chin, the pads of his fingers slightly sharp, and collects some of his spend that hasnāt trickled down your neck and onto your torn shirt and bra. Another item of clothing youād need to change.Ā
He smears his cum along your cheek, the movement possessive, like he was marking his territory.Ā
Thereās a pause, the lull in the eye of the storm before he pulls you up from the ground with a shocking display of strength, moving as if you were no heavier than a glass of water he was eager to drink down.Ā
You canāt help the little yelp of surprise that escapes you as he practically throws you onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress and momentarily knocking the air out of your lungs.
But then heās on top of you, pressing himself firmly between your legs as he growls and snaps his teeth close to your neck. He bites at your throat, hard enough to break the skin and you cry out as the pain quickly disappears into pleasure.Ā
Your mewls only make his actions more frenzied as he tears your clothes completely off you with a speed that makes your head spin, before removing his own. The material rips so easily, as if he used a blade.Ā
He runs his tongue along your chest, messily cleaning up the cum heād spilt along you just moments before.Ā
āMiguel-ā You try to start, but then his mouth is back on yours, tasting like salt and iron as he drinks down your words to leave you breathless.Ā
You gasp as he breaks away, trailing sloppy kisses down your body, his fingers running over your skin and leaving scratches. He bites your hip partially deeply and you keen, arching up into him as he moans.Ā
āYour so fucking sweet.ā He mutters before kissing lower and lower and, oh god. You nearly scream as his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard. Pleasure coils tight in your belly as a new wave of wetness leaks out and soaks into the torn up sheets beneath you.Ā
His fingers dig into your thighs as he pushes his face into you, only breaking away so that he can lick through your folds hungrily, devouring you like a starving animal.Ā
āMiguel!ā You whine, letting out a series of high pitch moans that sound alien even to your own ears.Ā
He sucks your clit once more, his teeth just grazing across it before he snarls and pulls away, pushing the back of your thighs and pressing them against your chest with a crushing strength.Ā
You struggle to take a breath, barely filling your lungs before heās thrusting into you with a guttural groan and a sharp snap of his hips.Ā
The size of him hurts, itās too much, too fast and you gasp in pain. You clench your jaw, your eyes screwing up as your hands fly to his shoulders, trying to push him back even though you know itās no use against his strength.Ā
But he stops instantly, stilling his movements.Ā
You stare up at him in surprise. His eyes are still dark but thereās something else there, something pushing through that lust haze.Ā
āPain?ā He whispers, sounding the most like his old self that he has since this ordeal began.
You swallow and nod, tears building at the corners of your eyes.Ā
He slowly loosens his grip around your thighs, letting go shakily as if it is taking a lot of self control to do so. And while he doesnāt pull out, he doesnāt thrust in deeper either.Ā
Carefully, he manoeuvres your legs down onto the bed either side of him, watching your face for any sign of increased discomfort. Itās only then that he looks down to where youāre joined, completely split open with only a quarter of his length inside.Ā
He groans lows and you brace yourself for a brutal thrust that never comes. Instead he keeps his hips still as he slowly trails his sharp nails down your stomach, teasing the very edge of your clit before pressing his thumb against it fully.Ā
A small moan escapes you and you clench down instinctively. Miguel hums in approval and starts to slowly circle the bundle of nerves, the touch light and soft as he just borders on the edge of losing control.Ā
The pain starts to dissipate quickly, replaced with a steady continuous build of that deep need from before. You start to squirm. The pressure of his thumb isnāt enough and you rock your hips ever so slightly, your breathing hitching in your throat.Ā
"More?" He whispers.
You nod your head rapidly.Ā
āThank god.ā Miguel sighs, the words mumbled like a prayer almost too quietly for you to hear, and lets some of his weakening control slip.Ā
Slowly he pushes further in, the tension shaking in his thighs as he fights with every instinct to pound you into the mattress and turn you into a crying mess beneath him.Ā
He keeps circling your clit, groaning as feels a fresh wave of wetness leaking out of you.Ā
You moan, grabbing hold of his shoulders. But this time you pull him towards you, urging him deeper. God, heās big. Already itās like you can feel him in your throat.Ā
The stretch burns, but itās good, it feels right. Like he is going to reach a whole new devastating part of you. Make you cum so hard that heāll ruin any other sexual partner for good.
You hook your left leg on his hip and squeeze your calf over his lower back, encouraging him closer, deeper. While you plant your right foot firmly against the bed to rock up against him.Ā
Miguel groans, his eyes closed. His movements on your clit falter as he slides further in.Ā
Thereās a sharp pain in your hip where his left hand holds you tight,Ā his nails (it had to be his nails) dug in so deep that they broke your skin.Ā
You let out a soft whine, clenching around his girth as he presses up against you perfectly and still pushes further in. The pleasure in your stomach tightening and starting to completely overwhelm all other thoughts, urging you to just chase your release.Ā
Tears prick again at the corners of your eyes, a soft emotion beating hard in your chest. And you canāt help yourself, you grab hold of the back of Miguelās neck, pulling him down towards you and arching up at the same time to kiss him hungrily.Ā
He moans into your mouth, pushing back against you and forcing you into the mattress. His hips snap forward, finally sheathing himself completely in your tight, wet heat.Ā
For a moment itās like you canāt breathe, so completely full that not even air can enter.Ā
Miguel stills, giving you a moment to adjust as he licks into your mouth and groans as your walls squeeze around his length. His pubis bone presses firmly against your clit, and you can feel the echo of his racing heart beat along his skin.Ā
He breaks the kiss to breathe hard, his eyes closed and forehead pressed against yours. āI canātā¦ I need toā¦ā
āPlease,ā you answer desperately, kissing him softly as you start to rock your hips ever so slightly.Ā
Miguel lets out a whine, his eyebrows pinched together in bliss and the expression alone is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot.Ā
āCanāt stop,ā he mutters and you're not even sure if heās aware of what heās saying anymore as he grabs your wrists in either of his hands and pins them to the bed. āFeels soā¦ā He ruts into you, pulling out so that just the tip of his cock stays inside before slamming back into you. āFuck. So. Fucking. Tight.ā
You wail under him as pleasure runs up your spine and down your legs as he punctuates every thrust with an upwards rock of his hips, continuously rubbing against your clit and pressing the head of his length to that perfect spot inside.Ā
āSo. Fucking. Wet.ā He growls. His nails are slicing into your wrists, but you donāt care. Canāt care, youāve lost all ability to feel anything but the glide of his cock and the heady build of your orgasm.Ā
āSo. Mine.ā He growls and bites down hard on your neck. You cry out, the brutal pace of his hips only increasing, bringing you closer and closer and-
You gasp, his name catching in your throat as you finally cum. Every muscle shaking as it crashes over you in waves.Ā
Miguel tears his mouth away from your neck, blood shining on his lips as he watches you come undone. He moans, his thrusts not faltering for a second.Ā
āThatās it, cum all over me,ā he glances down for a moment watching himself disappearing into you, amazed at how well youāre taking him, how tightly your walls are griping him, trying to milk him for all heās worth. āSqueezing me so tight, oh shit-āĀ
He cums loudly, still pistoning in and out of you as he fills you up with his release. Thereās still so much of it, some leaks out, spilling out of your abused hole and sticking to your thighs.Ā
You breathe deeply, your mind foggy from how hard you came. Your legs ache from being stretched so wide, your pussy throbs from overstimulation.Ā
Miguel doesnāt stop, still rock hard and trusting. Pushing his cum deeper into you.Ā
āMiguel,ā you whine, your throat raw.Ā
āI canāt-ā he bites his lip, āI canāt stop, I need to, fuck, please, I need to-ā
You kiss his neck, biting harder than you normally would at his jugular. He whines, the sound going straight to your core. Heat starts to build again.
āKeep going,ā you mutter against his skin. āKeep going as long as you need to.āĀ
.
You wake up sore and sticky. Aching and in pain. Even the slightest movement brings out an array of discomfort. Every muscle throbs, like you had done a year's worth of exercise in one day, and all the bites and scratches sting as you shift, the scrapes making you feel like someone had tossed you naked into a bush of brambles and thorns.Ā
It takes you a moment to remember where you are, the tiredness in your bones trying to coax you back to sleep.Ā
āIām sorry.āĀ
Miguelās voice makes you jump. Heās still close to you, laying on his side with his chest pressed up against your back. One arm around your waist. Thereās tension there, you know he wants to move away but is scared to move at the same time.Ā
His cock is pressed against your backside, soft and sated.Ā
You turn to look at him, too tired to worry about your nakedness. Besides, he had seen plenty of it anyway.
āYouāve got nothing to be sorry for.āĀ
He scoffs. His mouth pressed into a thin line as he looks down.Ā
Itās only then as you turn around completely to look at him that you see tears in his eyes. āMiguel?āĀ
You softly touch his cheek but he flinches away from you. The action spikes through your heart. He canāt even look at you now.Ā
āIāve got everything to be sorry for, I, I took advantage of you, I rap-ā
āNo, no, no, no,ā you canāt help but touch him again, putting your hand back on his cheek and rubbing your thumb soothingly across his skin.Ā
This time he leans into it, letting out the smallest, shaky breath.Ā
āYou were infected, Miguel, you couldnāt control yourself. I donāt know how much you remember but the sedative didnāt work, and your heart rate was just, I mean, it was crazy high. And, if anything, I was the one that took advantage of you and-ā
His eyes snap open. āYou? You took advantage of me?ā He says disbelievingly. āLook at you.ā He touches the bite marks on your neck gently.Ā
You give him a little smile. āI donāt mind.ā
He breathes out another shaky breath, but thereās a hint of a smile. āYou donāt mind?āĀ
You shake your head. āHappy to help.āĀ
He chuckles a little at that and nods as he runs a hand through his hair.Ā
Thereās a pause, a silence that you canāt stand.Ā
āI guess I was wrong.ā
Miguel frowns a little, confused.Ā
āMy theory, about people having that reaction if theyāre in love, I mean.āĀ
Thereās a pause, the only sound a little gulp as Miguel swallows. Something passes over his face for a second, a faint trace of heat rising to his skin.
Oh. Maybe you werenāt wrong.Ā
āMiguel?ā
He breathes deeply, looking down. āI-ā
You donāt give him a chance to finish, letting your adrenaline overwhelm you as you quickly lean forward and press your lips to his. Hoping against hope that you werenāt misreading the situation.Ā
Heās caught by surprise for a moment, but moans happily and softly kisses you back as his arm wraps around you and pulls you close.Ā
The kiss is slow and gentle, languid and sweet. It makes your stomach drop like you were falling from a great height. His embrace the only thing keeping you safe.Ā
He runs his tongue over your bottom lip lightly, careful of the cuts, but licks into your mouth hungrily the second you part your lips. Itās not the same lustful need from before, this is deeper, sharper and desperate in a different way. As if after devouring your body he now needed to devour your soul.Ā
He kisses you again, lightly before you both pull back for a second. He grins at you, a little shyly and you smile as you stroke his cheek.Ā Ā
āYou werenāt wrong.ā He muttered.Ā
You frown and shake your head, confused.Ā
He chuckles and kisses you again. āYour theory about love.āĀ
accidentally overstimulating miguel while youāre riding him so he literally has to lift you up off him and heās like āokay, yeah, thatās enoughā
yESSSSS AAAA (i know this is not a request per se but i felt like writing a lil smth about it)
summary : overstimulating miguel while riding him to the point where he has to lift you off him... so he fingers you and gives you oral instead
content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, pnv sex, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), reader riding migul, overstimulation, no use of Y/N, fem!reader
word count : 839
tag list : @fandom-ash
Miguel couldn't wait, it had been too long since you and him had fucked. The reasons were varied: you were on a mission and he wasn't, he was on a mission and you weren't, you were both on a mission and had to take care of business, or you had to take care of reports and other interdimensional problems.
So when you had a little more free time and he welcomed you into his home, he couldn't hold on any longer. He'd double-locked the door, and as soon as he'd done that, he'd guided you in the bedroom, pulled down your bottom, practically ripped off your panties and thrust himself inside you.
And now you'd been in there for over an hour. You were on top of Miguel, riding him, undulating your body perfectly on top of him as he just had an orgasm.
He'd gripped your buttocks tightly, taking your skin entirely between his fingers as he'd pressed his pelvis as close to yours as possible to go deep inside you.
At last, he'd let his head rest on his pillow.
Only you hadn't stopped moving. The sensations you were experiencing were delicious, his whole length and width plunged into you and stretching you to perfection. The rocking of your hips was delicious, yet Miguel's sensitivity was beginning to kick in.
It was as if you were gently caressing a fresh wound, each movement turning the touch into a painful grip.
He grunted, sighing as you continued your movements. He looked at you, absolutely magnificent above him.
He had no desire to interrupt your pleasure, to suddenly stop the superb sounds you were producing thanks to him - he was too proud of making them.
But the sensation was becoming less and less sustainable, and with a final grunt he gripped your thighs firmly and lifted you off him to let his cock fall back against his lower belly, still glistening with your juices.
"Okay," he huffed, completely out of breath and relieved, "yeah, that's enough."
You looked at him, equally breathless, the small regret that it stopped so suddenly settling on your face.
Miguel felt almost guilty at your apologetic expression, but he was unable at the moment to continue satisfying you like this, unless he proceeded otherwise...
"Still wanna go at it, nena?" he questioned, stroking your thigh.
You nodded softly, the warm desire in your lower belly still present and demanding attention.
"I'll give you a choice then," he nodded, "choose: fingers, or mouth?"
You bit your lower lip with a smile before only leaning into him and confirming:
"Both."
A low rumble vibrated in his chest as a sneer stretched one of his lips in a dark smile.
"Good choice."
In one swift movement you found yourself in his place and he in yours, towering over you with his massive body as he began a trail of kisses across your skin and you chirped under his touch.
He moved down to your lower belly, leaving small marks in his wake before bringing his hand to your wet folds, coating two of his fingers with your wetness before sliding them in.
The shaky breath you took made Miguel smile against your skin, the warmth of his breath crashing against your exposed flesh. You deserved this attention, and he was going to give it to you.
As his fingers slowly began to curve in and out of you, he came to kiss your skin, moving down with each kiss towards your clit. The sensation of his lips grazing the latter inevitably brought your hand to rest in his hair as you arched your back.
The gesture elicited a slight moan from him, which vibrated on the sensitive ball of nerves, and you sighed a mix of a breath and a moan.
His tongue made sinuous circles around your clit as his two fingers accelerated slightly. He knew which places he had to touch to make you produce the sweetest sounds, and he wasn't going to deprive himself of hearing them.
He would never tire of seeing in your eyes even the size of your desire, and he would never tire of the idea that it was meant for him. He knew how lucky he was.
Your walls were perfect, taking his thick, long fingers into you so good. He curved them while making smaller and smaller circles centered on your clit, kissing and licking it.
The state you'd been in just a few moments ago while riding Miguel was close to orgasm, and his calculated gestures were going to push you over the edge. Instinctively, your pelvis began to undulate on its own.
Your hands gripped his hair more firmly, your breath quickening as the heat rose to your cheeks and the knot tightened in your belly.
And then it all exploded, Miguel tenderly kissing your skin as you felt like he was kissing a second heart beating in your entire body. He waited a bit before pulling out his two fingers gently, bringing them to his lips, sucking them until all your juices were clean from his fingers.
Then rose to kiss you, murmuring tender words to your ears.
"You're amazing, nena, and I need you to know it."
he canāt think straight. His bones are like goo, his body a mind of its own.
miguelās shaking away the mist from his mind, which continues to cloud his judgment.
his hair, which is slick with sweat, drips onto his forehead, and onto his naked and gleaming pecks. Itās more ragged than how itās usually styled.
each harsh thrust of his hips continues to bounce the loose curls, in tandem with the clap and recoil of your plump ass.
āfuck, tesoro.ā the sight alone made the man behind you groan loudly, causing him to grip at your hips harder.
leaning down towards your backside, Miguel shoved his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet, tangy scent.
he continued to batter his way inside your fleshy, gummy walls. Almost as if trying to get his thick cock to impliment its shape into your quivering hole.
āmiguelā¦ā whimpering, you gripped at the sheets under you, pushing your hips back to meet with his thrusts to get him to hit deeper inside.
biting down on your neck, Miguel groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. His eyes almost rolling to the back of his head just from it.
he began to speed up his thrusting, planting his feet onto the bed and slamming his hips onto your ass harder.
pulling back to move his hair out of his face, Miguel looked down to see where you both were connected, letting out a slight whimper at the sight of your fat pussy lips gripping at his dick. not wanting to let go of him.
āmierda. Iām not letting you go until youāre full of my seed, Āæentiendes?ā He doesnāt even let you answer, because heās already going back to wrapping his lips around your neck and grabbing at plump body. His hands snake around your large tits and wide waist to keep you in place.
even if youād repeatedly asked for a break, if your legs shook from your orgasms, if you blacked out; this man wouldnāt let you go. At least, not until youād squirted a few times and had lost the ability to walk the next day.
(miguel would definitely have a plus sized lover. Itās just in our Mexican nature!)
a/n: straight out of duolingo university lol. (plz lmk abt any mistakes) my official allegations of miguel being a switch.
sub!miguel who is completely at your mercy.
so needy. will actually tear up if you tease or edge him
never whimpersā¦ usually
it takes a bit to wear down his stubbornness, but itās soo worth it
needs to cum so bad heāll beg :( poor baby
"ooh fuck-so good, baby" he groans out, riding out his orgasm in your mouth. when he feels you speed up, he looks almost worried.
"h-hey tĆ³matelo con mĆ”s calma, amour! 'ts too soon to g-ahh-go again, i'm sensitive!ā
you mumble something unintelligible around him and all it does is send shock waves of pleasure up his spine. you must know what you do to him, right? he's biting his lip so hard he can taste blood and his eyes are getting foggy with tears. he has half of a mind to pull you off him, but it just feels-
"so good! r-right there~,"
your tongue savors his slit while your hands stimulate the rest of his cock and massage his balls, making him run his hands through your hair, desperate and whining to cum again. so when you pull your mouth off and wipe your face with your hand, he crumbles.
he shivers when he heard your voice. why'd you have to choose now to be so mean? and why is it making his cock twitch?
shoving his pride to the side, he takes your hands into his shaking ones and kisses around your knuckles and wrist, reveling in the small smile tugging at your lips.
"m sorry.'m so so sorry. please don't leave me like this." he pouts, bringing your hands back to his aching tip, and your smile is toothy and borderline menacing.
"didn't think you'd cave so easily. maybe i should give you something a little more than a reward."
by the end of the night, he's thanking you with his head thrown back, adam's apple bobbing, and face covered in tears and sweat, trying to hold off his orgasm as you ride him into oblivion.
softdom!miguel who is sickening-ly loving.
will live in between your thighs
ride his face and heāll cum around nothing
pleasure dom!!! and will praise u soooo sweetly <333
he's usually like this with you, doting and caring. whether his firm hands hold your thighs over his shoulders as he eats you out like he's in a trance, or lets you ride his tongue till you pass out from pleasure (like tonight), mans will give you what you need. spit and slick running down his chin as he dives impossibly deeper into your cunt, making your back arch dramatically and thighs threaten to close.
as lewd and dirty as he looks with you on top of him, he finds it extremely intimate. you riding out your orgasm on him, your smell and taste intoxicating him, his eyes are rolling back and hips thrusting into the hollow air, desperate for any stimulation.
but youāre his angel, so when you see how needy his cock is, you wrap a sweaty hand around him and give him what just what he needed to cum immediately into your palm.
when heās done, heās kissing all over your thighs, praises falling from his lips as he looks up at you with a love struck expression wondering if youāre ready for him to fuck you silly ;)
meandom!miguel who is RUTHLESS!!
terribly mean because heās in a bad mood
slapping, biting, choking, the whole 9 miles.
even his compliments are degrading
(me next, please)
harshly slapping your ass as he rails you, other hand pressing your face deeper into the mattress as you sob that itās ātoo much.ā when heās tired of your sobbing, hell roughly grabs your neck to lift you upright while still drilling his long cock into the spot that has your eyes rolling back.
āhuh? itās too much? was such a little slut before and now you canāt take it? such an ungrateful whore. youāll take it tho. want me to fuck you so deep that youāll be round with mis niƱos, huh?ā
āi asked you a question. use your voice or iāll stop.ā
āyāyes! yes! ngh~ wanna be pregnant with your kid! wannaāright thereāmake you a daddy!ā
with the coil in his gut threatening to snap, he runs his hands down your body to rub circles on your clit as he bites down on your shoulder.
āi canāt hold it! need to cumāoh please keep fucking me right t-there!ā
āsuch a needy slut.ā his laugh sends heat straight to your core when his lips move to the shell of your ear. āanda, cum for me.ā
youāre not naĆÆve enough to think heās done with you. his thick fingers scoop up his cum and shove it back into your cunt, making you jump and whine. he canāt hear anything over the thoughts of how pretty youād look also as a mommy (>_>)
CW: GENERAL ADULT CONTENT. MENTIONS OF BDSM AND PAIN, UND3RW34R THIEF
A = Aftercare (what theyāre like after sex):
It really depends on whether or not youāre in a relationship. If heās in love with you, then heās gonna scoop you up and clean you off- maybe even take a bath with you if heās letting himself be intimate like he used to be. Heāll praise you softly as you go to sleep, sure to forget his words by morning. If heās not in love with you, then itās less charming. Miguel WILL leave.
B = Body part (favorite of partners, favorite of theirs):
The curve of their neck and throat. He canāt help himself. Hipbones. He isnāt that egotistical when it comes to his own looks, but he knows his back looks good. Donāt press him on his ass though. He knows he has a great ass, but youāll never hear him say that.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):
Like iāve said- he gets embarrassingly leaky if heās being dominated. Heāll even cum untouched if you really try.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
ā¦Panty thief if heās in love. Heāll tuck your underwear away after he tugs them down and touches himself with them pressed against his face. Literally if anyone ever brought it up heād disintegrate on the spot and possibly start chasing them on all fours. (Heās a little touchy, if you havenāt noticed.)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyāre doing?):
He had a kid. And if youāre gonna say āoh, that was another universe-ā you can, but you cannot convince me that there is a universe where Miguel doesnāt fuck. He fucks. He knows just where to put his hands during doggy.
ļæ¼ļæ¼F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):
He likes to have a grip on those hipbones, if he can. Heās gonna physically overpower 99% of people, so itās gonna involve folding his partner in half and manhandling them most every time. He also loves to be on his knees with his hands behind his back, but that might be a little harder.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):
Heās not a joker. Maybe, MAYBE, if he was married, he might make a small joke every once in a while. But I cannot picture him having silly sex.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):
Heās naked under that suit, and I canāt imagine that would feel great on his body if there was too much hair. Iām not fully sure how any spider-person gets their hair on under the mask, but I DO know that he has the prettiest happy trail known to man. Itās not too much- still almost downy soft.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):
Like stated before, it can go both ways. I canāt see him doing a lot of soft kisses unless there was MAJOR long term feelings. Most romantic he gets most of the time is telling his partner how good they are or begging for then.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):
Eyes roll back into his head and he has his hand clamped over his mouth, sometimes biting on his rolled up shirt.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):
Bondage, switching, candle wax, temperature play, blindfolding, manhandling, biting.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do):
If his partner was a spider person I can see them fucking in some corner on a rooftop, his hips pistoling up into them as they grab forward on the wall.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):
Lace, being teased, getting too annoyed at work- LMFAO. teasing and being teased riles him up big time.
N = No (something they wouldnāt do, turn offs):
Heās not gonna use a flogger or a paddle on someone. I canāt see it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
He has a BIG oral fixation (iām biased) and loves anything going into his mouth. He also is particularly sensitive to having his balls sucked on.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):
Itās rough nearly always. Your organs are thoroughly rearranged.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):
Miguel is a BIG office quickie guy IF nothing is going on- but so so much of the time, something is always going on. Some of the time all he can squeeze in is a good over-the-desk 15 minutes before heās back to managing all of the multiverse. The last thing he needs is Lyla popping up where she doesnāt belong.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):
Things that are risky to normal people arenāt as risky to him. He can hear if people are coming from a long while away. Heās faced constant danger. Fucking you in an unused room on an unused floor of the spider society is not a risk to him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):
Do I even need to say it? He can go for hours. Heās enhanced. However, he does last longer if heās the one in charge; either way, he can go for a long while. His partner is gonna be sore and incoherent much faster than heād be, regardless whether or not theyāre super or not.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):
Someone got him a flashlight once and told him itād help him with the stick up his ass. Heās used it a couple times and pretends like he hasnāt. He wouldnāt own a dildo but isnāt opposed to getting pegged. If his partner wanted a sex toy used on them, heād take a lot of joy in torturing them with it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
Heās an AWFUL tease. Itās constant. He also cannot bear being teased and will either beg or fuck his partner over the nearest table within a few comments.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):
PRETTY MOANS!! Itās a damn shame he rarely ever lets you hear them. Heāll also curse, praise, and demean under his breath. He tries so hardly to stop from moaning when he cums; muffling himself with whatever he can. Usually a few clear ones slip through.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):
Cries if you edge him. He gets pathetic.
X = X-ray (letās see whatās going on under those clothes):
YALL ALREADY KNOW!! DORITO BACK!!! HUGE CHEEKS!!! Heās downright tasty iām sorry yāall. Iād pray over him and spread him out like heās christmas dinner.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):
HEāS HORNY! He just canāt deal with it a lot of the time, which often makes him even more pent up. Lord have mercy on his partnerās body.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
Depends if he has time or not. If not, heāll keep on pushing on. On the rare occasion where heās free of responsibilities, heās snoring like drake within 20 minutes or less <33
hope you guys enjoyed!! inbox is always open, requests always wanted :)))
i love this concept sm you know i had to make it into headcanons.
miguel oāhara with a bimbo s/o. (headcanons)
warnings: female spider-person reader. suggestive content towards the end. mostly sfw.
ā¢ no one expects miguel to be with someone like you, being complete polar oppositeās. since you are all bubbly and heās always grumpy and gets irritated easily, almost everyone at the spider-society didnāt see it coming.
ā¢ you made the first move, of course. at first he tried to avoid you, almost running away whenever he saw your silhouette, but as time passed he stopped avoiding you, and he started to feel comfortable with your behavior, feeling comfortable enough to open himself to you, allowing you to know him better, and finally accepting your offer for a date on your universe.
ā¢ when he arrived to your earth, earth-222, miguel kind of understood why you were the way you were. your universe was mostly saturated by pink and pastel colors, making you go unnoticed by the habitants, him on the other handā¦, his fully black outfit made people gasp in horror, you only laughed at it.
ā¢ once you finally became a couple he would have so many pet-names for you; muƱequita, ternura mĆa, florecita, vida mĆa, and many others, always demonstrating his love and admiration for you.
ā¢ he likes you the way you are, you are different to him, and is like a breath of fresh air. sure, he knows about the fame you have around the base; pretty, desirable and dumb, even though you are a spider-person, you arenāt nerdy like most of them, like he is, but you both know that if you tried and allowed yourself to think about something else other than your appearance, youād be even more intelligent than most of his recruits.
ā¢ he also likes that you are careless, specially on the way you treat him, never calling him by his name, only using pet-names, sitting on his legs while he works, playing with his hair, braiding small strands of it and leaving them for the rest of the day, leaving your mark on him.
ā¢ miguel actually likes seeing splashes of pink on his office and home; fur jackets filling his wardrobe, a pair of pastel pink platforms thrown next to his bedroom door (which he has tripped over a couple of times), baby-tees folded on his drawer, a tiny my melody figurine sitting on his desk with a few pastel colored pencils that you had gifted him, and so it goes.
ā¢ heās always surprised by how you handle your missions, fighting an anomaly while you look at your nails and stopping mid-fight to fix your hair, he would be there to help you, of course.
ā¢ and, heās always keeping a hand on your waist, making it easier for him to drag you closer to his body, it also helps him cover your thighs, he loves the tiny shorts and skirts you wear, your suit is also revealing (iām thinking of something similar to gwenpoolās), but heās possessive, and he knows he wonāt like if he catches someone watching what is his, so he stands behind you, protecting you. you, oblivious to that, just think he thinks you both look cute when he stands behind you all the time.
ā¢ and last but not least important, with you, he would have a dumbification and degradation kink, he would fuck you from behind, holding your arms behind your back while he fucks your pussy raw, constantly saying that heāll fuck you until you are too cock-drunk to even moan his name, only babbling and whining, telling you that thatās the only thing youāre good for, taking his cock and being his pretty, dumb slut.
He always cares for you when youāre sick, heāll cook, clean and do every possible thing so you donāt have to lift a finger.
He doesnāt realize it at time but when heās stressed he tends to claw and scratch on things (which is why your shared home is full of claw marks)
He loves loves LOVES giving you kisses, especially on the forehead, cheek, hand and neck.
Heās kinda overprotective, only because he doesnāt want to lose you.
He wonāt admit it but he loves your height difference, it does things to him.
Heās not very good with emotions and sometimes doesnāt realize that his initial emotional response to some things arenātā¦the bestā¦
Heās such a gentleman, always holding the door for you, affirming to you daily how perfect you are, holds the door for you, gives you his jacket when youāre cold and picks you up when your legs get tired.
Heās not the biggest fan of being taken cared of but if you push him enough heāll let you take care of him.
He loves it when you massage him especially after a long day of swinging around, helps relax his aching muscles.
Though heās not the kind of guy to flex on people,he loves it when you compliment his muscles.
He once carried you and swung you around the city as a date.
His kisses tend to get a bit heated, donāt mind him though, he canāt control it.
He loves it when you kiss him, though itās just a simple gesture, it warms his heart.
(For non Spanish speakers) sometimes heāll teach you a little bit of Spanish and will quickly kiss you when you make a mistake then correct you after.
NSFW
He tries not to be, but no matter how hard he tries, he canāt help but be rough in bed
He dick measures 12 in and is really really girthy ( itās literally canon because I just know)
He loves biting you everywhere, youāre literally marked from head to toe.
His favourite positions are lotus, missionary, cowgirl, and he loves a good full Nelson if heās feeling aroused enough.
Though he can be very animalistic in bed heās actually really passionate and will give you a lot of kisses and praise.
He only bites you if you allow it since his venom paralyses, but the times you do allow him to he takes full advantage of it and uses your body how he pleases (ofc with your consent first), so you better hope you donāt have work the next day cause youāre gonna be sore.
He loves your face, and always want you to face him during sex so heās able to see all your expressions and how good heās making you feel.
When i say this man will EAT YOU OUT, I mean it. Heāll have both of your legs in his shoulders, web up your hands so you donāt escape and kiss, lick, suck and thrust his tongue into your pussy as if he hasnāt eaten in days.
Heās a service dom, most of the time, but there are some days heāll let himself go and allow you please and dominate him.
His load is so thick and creamy, fills you up nice and good (good lord Iām so down bad for this man)
A part if him loves overstimulating you and how you squirt all over him when he does so.
Heāll accidentally claw at you sometimes but he makes sure he doesnāt hurt you, so yes you have a whole bunch of claw and bite marks around your body.
( if youāre on the thick/chubby side) heāll leave so many kisses in between your thighs cause heās loves how squishy they are, heāll also make you sit in his face a lot, slapping your ass and thighs as he eats you out.
(If youāre on the muscular/gym girlie side) heāll be so rough with you and will tease you, telling you āOh cmon mi amorā¦you should be able to take it now shouldnāt you?ā
He loves fucking you in the comfort of your home, he despises quickees so much, heād rather wait till you Both are home so he can properly please you.
(Giggled and kicked my feet while writing this š¤, part two of The misunderstanding is coming soon guys)
CW: S@DOMASOCHISM, PAIN STUFF, SLIGHTLY PUBLIC S3X MENTIONS, B0NDAGE
lord have MERCY THIS MAN CAN FUCK!
No, seriously.
He can fuck.
Heās fucking huge. Itās 9 inches, thick to the point of being mind-numbingly good yet not painful.
His balls are pretty. You canāt tell me theyāre not pretty. Miguel OāHara has a pretty dick with pretty balls to match.
Smooth, tanner at the base, tip gets flushed and a lil leaky when he gets too excited.
Switch. Most people are surprised about his submissive side, but once you get to know him itās kind of obvious.
If heās not in a relationship (and, lets be fr, sometimes when heās in one-) sex gets shoved to the side.
Heās a very busy man with a lot on his plate, and sex takes up valuable time he could be spending in more productive ways.
That being said, especially in a relationship, Miguel likes to use sex as a way to burn off some steam.
Itās during these times where heās especially dominant. Heād pull his s/o into another room and walk out 15 minutes later like he didnāt just blow their back out.
This is made even MORE risky by the fact people with spidey sense are around, but like for him he thought of that, so most rooms are sound muffling anyway.
Heāll only use his fangs if 1. his s/o REALLY beg or if 2. heās especially pent up. If itās the second, heāll still only graze them. No poison either way. No accidental deaths.
He can be very cold and commanding when heās dominant. He can and will fuck his partnerās throat, having them grind against their own hand while they do it.
He can also be very passionate and loving, folding them in half and looking straight down in their eyes as they take him, whispering praises of how good theyāre taking him.
He WILL get all up in his sexual partnerās ear, gasping and telling them how good they feel around him.
Heās very good at giving. Donāt get me wrong, he lovES receiving, but heās GOOD at munching. Dick sucking is a little more difficult cuz of the fangs, but god bless him he works around it.
HE USES THE WEBS!! YOU CANāT TELL ME HE DOESNT STRING HIS PARTNER UP FOR HIM TO USE!
VERY beggy as a sub. This is another emotional release for him- one of the few ways heāll be vulnerable. If someone asks, heāll probably deny it one way or another.
If his s/o had webs, heād LOVE being restrained by them. if not, heāll pretend ropes will hold him.
They wonāt.
And if he broke out, heād pin them down and fuck them into the ground like a man possessed.
His dick is so sensitive when heās subbing. if it gets so much as lightly grazed heās moaning through gritted teeth.
He wonāt cum inside unless heās really, truly in love and has been for a LONG time. even then- maybe not. the idea of more children is so painful in so many ways that i find it unlikely heād even risk it.
Sucker for having his hair pulled on HNDGDHJDBD
He moans so pretty when it happens.
LOVES being put/putting someone in their place.
Claws and fangs get more pronounced the closer he gets. He canāt help that he loses control.
hope you guys enjoyed!! if anyoneās interest in a fic, let me know!! i LIVE for requests.
warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, miguel being a munch and pussy drunk, thatās it, itās just him being desperate to eat you out <3 also, spanish (translation at the end)
A/N: I read two words and was inspired to write thisā¦took me about an hour and now this is all iām thinking about, please enjoy // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333
Miguel would be the type to fuck me in the mirror while forcing me to watch myself get fucked senseless
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Miguel O'hara who's got your face down, ass up, head turned to the mirror. One of his hands held your haair, pushing your head too stare at the mirror. He wanted you to watch how pretty you look when you're getting the brains fucked out of you.
Miguel O'hara who pounds you from behind, cock abusing your swollen sex as his balls slap against your clit, how sore you cunt was but how good he felt inside of you. How his thick cock can hit all those sweet places inside of you, tip bumping against your cervix.
Miguel O'hara who watches your face when he fits himself all the way inside, walls clenching around him as you try to adjust to the stretch, legs shaking. His hand would hold you hips, starting to pound your hole again.
Miguel O'hara who loves watching that pretty face when you come undone around his cock, body shaking as your walls pulsate. How your eyes roll to the back of your head, face contorting with nothing but pleasure and lust.
Miguel O'hara who'll tell you how pretty you look when taking his cock, making you watch him from behind you as well yourself. He'll make sure you keep your eyes at the mirror, spanking you if your eyes try to look away.
Miguel making the reader squirt for the first time
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Miguel O'hara who was down between your thighs after you were stressed, mouth sucking on your clit, arms hooked around your thighs.
He'd been down there for what felt like hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm out from you. He'd finger your folds while focusing on your clit, fingers pressing down and curling on that spongey spot in you.
You're stomach tightened as he kept stimulating all those sweet spots, body gently shaking. Hoe you felt your orgasm draw near again, legs almost closing in on his face. When you ended up squirting on him, hands holding him in place as he paused. A little surprised for the most part.
Though, it didn't stop him. He'd lick your juices back up, going back to town on your pussy.
From that night he'd always make sure you had plenty of water when he would plan to go down on you, always overstimulating you. Ho he'd love the face you made when you squirted, how you grind against his face, moan and whine when he keep curling his fingers.
miguel accidentally getting a view of your lacy underwear when you pick something up š«
oh my GOSH???
you didnāt mean to tease him, but you were in the kitchen, clad in nothing but miguelās baggy t-shirt and a pair of pink lacy underwear. the same lacy underwear that your lover caught a glimpse of when one of your hands rested against the island, bending over to grab a spoon that you were attempting to wash. you stood back up and placed it in the sink, frowning as you washed the utensil.
and thatās when miguel gave in.
he made his way over to you, and you felt his fingers dip into the sides of your pretty underwear, ripping them completely off of your body as you gasped, āmiguel! those are my favorite pair!ā
āiāll buy you new ones.ā he grunted, bending you over the sink as he slid his sweatpants and boxers off in one quick motion, dick sliding into you as he whispered in your ear how much he liked for you to wear them, and he definitely plans on buying you more <3
