#bad body

[malyunu]

"Yeah, I see you, the only bad ____ spinning eyes in the room"

[strawb3rryrhubarbpi3]

this literally took years off my life but please enjoy

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tags: smut, lots of fluff, domestic life, pregnancy, oral sex (both male and female receiving) and vaginal sex afab!reader

Miguel had officially retired from the role of Spider-Man 2099 as well as acting leader of the Spider Society; he left quietly. Leaving his position to Jess and just disappearing one day, Jess had his contact info, but it was only to be used in absolute emergencies. He debated shutting LYLA down, or she would go on to be Jess’s assistant, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. She had been with him after everything with Gabriela; he couldn’t just shut her down. Sure, she was AI, but he did care for her.

So Miguel left in search of any kind of normalcy. He found a cozy little dimension with a low crime rate and an acting spider person. There, he could relax and settle down; it took a while to get him out of his old routine. But he did his best, he got an apartment, and a dog. He had houseplants, he cooked and read more books, and he stopped caring so much about the little things. Soon enough, he developed a bit of a dad bod.

His arms and legs are thick with muscle, but now he has a pudgy tummy, love handles, and thick, cakey ass. Thick black hair bloomed over his firm pecs and stomach, snaking down to his member. He doesn’t shave his face, just trims to his neat black beard to keep from getting too long and thick, with a streak of gray hair in his curls

He was taking his pet Pomeranian, Fox, out for a walk. This dimension is a lot different from the futuristic Earth-928, set in the 2020’s but void of any pandemic. It’s airy and clean, with lots of plant life, and interesting people with small business shops lining the sidewalks. It felt like he could finally breathe; it’s quaint and quiet. He and Fox wandered into a library, and he was browsing around for a new cookbook to add to his growing collection. That’s when he met you.

You were on the other side of the library, looking through some romance novels while your daughter was sitting with the other kids for story time. Oh, that caught his attention. He slowly walked over, pretending to look at the same romance books as you were scanning. He nervously made small talk, he complimented your hair, and you asked to pet Fox.

You and Miguel got on great, and even better, he was cool with you having a young daughter. He was thrilled when you gave him your number, thinking this was it. He’d finally get to lead a normal life, meet a girl, settle down, and become a father again. And luckily, that was exactly what you were looking for, too. Miguel loved your daughter, Luella; she reminded him so much of his Gabriela. He’s been working on being more open about his past and not running away when he was uncomfortable. 

He adored taking you out, treating you to coffee, or just going on a walk with you, Luella and Fox. He took you and Luella to a museum once you’d been dating for two years. You went off to the bathroom and walked back to see Miguel holding Luella on his hip so she could see the penguins waddling in their exhibit. She asked him all sorts of questions, and he answered all of them. He looked so much like a dad, in his sweater, sweat shorts, high socks with sneakers, and a snapback, holding Luella’s hand or carrying her when she got tired. He bought her a little penguin stuffy and cooked you and her dinner when you got home.

You two moved in together after three years of dating. Miguel was so happy to be finally living with other people; he really did love taking care of you and your daughter. Whether it was making Luella’s lunches or making you breakfast in bed after a night shift. He really was a dream to live with; he kept his space clean and organized. He liked shopping with you; he loved following you around with a basket in one hand and your hand in the other. When you’d stop to check the nutrition label on the back of something, he’d rest his head on yours. Sighing loudly with his hands on your shoulders, gently kisses the back of your head.

Your first time with him was heavenly, gently laying you down on the plush bed. Your thighs wrapped around his head. He made sure you came at least once before his pants actually came off. He ate you out like he was a starved man and you a five-course meal. Flicking your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue as he pumped his pointer finger into your weeping core, slowly sliding in his middle finger to make you squeal. He lapped up your nectar once you came, licking it up, telling you that it tasted like candy. 

He’d whine in your ear how tight you were, begging to not clench too hard as he grunted. He had you in doggy style, your back arched, face buried in pillows with your ass up. He mindlessly pounded into you; it had been too long since he had sex. His big hands squeeze your waist tight, his claws slipping out to graze but not break your soft skin. He grumbles in the shell of your ear, a ring of cream wrapped around the base of his thick cock as he bullies deeper into you. He would always make you cum first, or you’d both cum together.

After round four, you were spent. His fat cock stretched you out, and you lay down on your back on the now dirty sheets. Miguel would be pressing kiss after kiss all over your sweaty body, caressing and running his hands all over you. He’s an after-care god; he’s already got the water in the tub running, he changes the sheets as you lie back in the warm water, and he comes back only to wash your hair and rub your back and shoulders. After eating, he’ll cuddle you, his arms wrapped around you with his legs tangled with yours. Telling you how happy you’ve made him and telling you how much he loves you.

You have a small, chapel wedding, nothing too fancy, though Miguel could afford it. But you wanted something small, something with only close family and friends. And he gave you that happily, with Luella as the flower girl and a quiet honeymoon in Italy.

Not that you got to see much of Italy, not when you were bouncing on your husband's fat cock for the majority of your visit. Not that you were gonna complain, though. Your hips rose and fell back into the heated water of the hot tub, your hips slapping against his pelvis as he watched the fat over your ass ripple. His hand on your neck with your back to him as you whine, him squeezing your throat softly to tell you to slow down every once in a while. Praising you, only calling you ‘Mrs. O’Hara' since your wedding.

God, how you adored his touch. His other hand is on your clit, teasing your body. Begging for him to let you cum, he’d tsk and shake his head. Telling you not just yet and to be patient, you held off the best you could. But his big, strong hands all over your body made you practically vibrate. This big bear of a man, finally yours, you couldn’t help but move faster. Your full tits bouncing, he reached in front of you to take one in his hand. He squeezed the meat of it, his fingertips drifting to your nipple and gently tugging. Making you moan louder and finally cum.

Though he did enjoy such a display, and on the balcony overlooking the city of all places, he did have to take you to the room and teach you a quick lesson in obedience. He made you lie down on your back on the bed, your head resting on the edge of the bed, and he stood in front of you. Pumping his cock with his hand, his other hand cupping your cheek, his thumb on your lips. He slapped his now fully erect dick on your cheek, making you giggle. He finally pressed his angry red tip to your plump lips. You slowly opened your mouth, letting him in.

Bent over the bed, he rolled his hips gently at first. Feeding you inch after inch, he took great pleasure watching your tight throat bulge from his length. He pushed in all the way, his happy trail tickling your chin. He fucked your throat, his cock twitching inside you after hearing you gag, thrusting his hips harder to watch your tits bounce and jiggle. You had one hand resting on his thigh, your other on your pussy. Your middle and ring fingers were teasing your weeping core; your new wedding ring was cold on your folds, making you shiver with delight.

Your tongue slithered over his cock, memorizing each inch and vein. Your eyes roll back, and toes curl when you feel his hand cup your soaked pussy, gently kneading your folds as he fucked your throat like a fleshlight. He never lasted long with you; even after years of being with you, he never grew tired of your body, always wanting one more round or brushing his teeth a little longer than usual in the bathroom when you showered. He groaned hard, his voice breaking as ropes of his cum slipped down your throat, warming your belly. The rest of your honeymoon was practically spent in that hotel, only leaving for a wine tasting and the white sand beaches. 

Of course, it did take long for you to get pregnant; in fact, you found out the week you came back home from your honeymoon. Miguel was over the moon, doting and spoiling you more than usual. As you sat back on the couch, he knelt down in front of you, kissing all over your eight-month baby bump. Cooing and talking to the fetus growing in your womb, telling you how he wanted the baby to recognize his voice once they were born.

Just ‘cause you were having his baby didn’t mean he paid any less attention to Luella. He still adored her, adopting her once he proposed. She was excited to have a dad in her life and now a little sibling, he still took her out for things to do. The look of excitement on his face when Luella expressed an interest in soccer, he’d go to all her games and take her to ice cream, whether she lost or won. 

The second you went into labor, he dropped everything he was doing at work and rushed to the hospital. He held your hand and kissed your head, telling you how strong, brave, and beautiful you were as you pushed. No matter how hard you squeezed his hand or yelled or screamed, he didn’t flinch. He held you tight and dried your tears, reassuring you throughout the whole ordeal.

Soon enough, the O’Hara unit would be completed. You had given birth to a healthy baby girl, a chubby one too. Miguel was a big man, he’s literally 6 '9 and weighs 310lbs, your baby is gonna be a chub. Not that you were gonna complain, your girl was gorgeous, with soft brown skin and a mess of black hair. She snuggled up to Miguel for some skin-on-skin time with papa. He cried like a baby seeing her; she was the spitting image of his Gabriela. To her big eyes, to her nose. Though she did have his claws, which made you two order baby mittens so fast.

Miguel was happy. The last few years, he wouldn’t trade the world for, no matter if you argued or fought, he wouldn’t be the same man he was if it weren’t for giving everything up as Spider-Man. A job he thought he’d keep forever, he’d imagine dying in the suit before you came along. He couldn’t be happier with his decision as he put baby Esther down in her crib for a nap.  

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

I would literally kill someone to be able to eat mozz sticks again and lobster mac and cheese and cheesy potatoes and cream cheese on anything

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

bodies are dumb you get stress and then they say oh that looks rough buddy would you like to feel pain too?

[iwouldhavebroughtyouviolets]

Getting diagnosed is such an odd feeling because on the one hand now you finally know what's wrong but on the other hand there's nothing you can really do about it and now people suddenly have the all natural cure that you need to try and you'll be completely cured!!!

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

Apparently my breathing issues are psychogenic and I also need to lose 70lbs. I'm chubby, but I can also lift 136lbs, so... at least some of it is muscle lmao

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

I'm the sickest I've been in years

I need Jemily sick/comfort thoughts lol

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

My throat hurts so badly I can't talk and my stomach really, really hurts 😭