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Miguel seeing assistant! Reader in a long sundress. โค๏ธ๐ฅฐ
Dear fanfic writers, if you are writing a character that speaks Spanish, please don't use "Miel" as a pet name. Despite being the literal translation of "Honey", we only use it to refer to the food.
Here are some options:
-Cariรฑo
-Corazรณn
-Amor
-Tesoro
-Hermoso/a
-Guapo/a
-Querido/a
-Mi rey/reina (my king/queen)
-Princesa(princess)
-Mi vida
-Mi alma
-Mi cielo
As you can see, some of them end in -o or -a, if it ends with -o it's male and if it's -a then female. Although it's not always the case since words like Cariรฑo and Tesoro are gender neutral, so be careful.
I don't mind thirst posts about Miguel O'Hara but I hate how A LOT of people are throwing the "sexy and seductive Latino" stereotype on him in every single self insert fanfiction I see. It is getting weird specially if the people in question are white.
Not only it's bordering fetishization but it's also out of character for him to be a sexual person. This guy is an emotionally constipated asshole (similar in a Bruce Wayne way). A lovable one, but still an asshole. He's ALWAYS reluctant to show his feelings, let alone in physical affection. He's not a romantic or a flirty man.
I probably sound crazy right now but I had to get that out of my chest.
Thoughts on Miguel having a breeding kink??
I feel like because of him being part spider he would have moments where he needs to breed you because itโs just part of his DNA, begging and asking you if he can cum inside you.
Needy Miguel who gets taken care off because he canโt control himself <333
I actually wrote a full fic based on something similar coming out later this week! but I just had a few HCs I felt I needed to share ๐๐
Miguel O'Hara Breeding kink HCs
(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist
pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader
summary: Breeding kink HCs + more :)
warnings: slight fdom, masturbation, breeding kink, marking, slight size kink. 18+ Minors DNI
wc: 1.6k
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Before you started dating, he hid it pretty well.ย
It's not a rut per se (violent flashback to my ABO phase) but his changed DNA makes him susceptible to being more animalistic.ย
Before meeting you, it was less of an issue. His instincts would be more aggressive, manifesting mostly as Spiderman.ย
A little more violent, proactive, and stony-faced on the streets. Sure, his libido was higher, but he could satisfy himself fine - opting for quickies in the shower.ย
When he first meets you, and you grow closer he finds them getting worse.ย
Hot flushes, possessiveness, and god, he's head over heels for your scent.ย
The first time you sleep together, he's more forward than he usually would be. After a date, and you look stunning, he just can't think straight.ย
Heyyy i love ur writing sm, can u plz do a femdom imagine?
Ofc! Spent too long daydreaming abt this one, hope this is what you were looking for <3
Good Boy
(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist
pairing: sub!Miguel O'Hara x fdom!reader
summary: stubborn HCs for jealous!Miguel O'Hara.ย
a/n: I am aware that mami โ mommy, Mistress, etc necessarily. but Miguel uses it here as an honorific type-thing cuz I felt a bit stuck. he doesn't strike me as the mommy type but feel free to tell me I'm wrong :)
warnings: femdom, msub, restraints, light bdsm, edging, toys, fingering, mating press, lots of cum. just p0rn tbh. sorry guys. 18+ Minors DNI
wc: 1.2k
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Miguel looks good like this: naked on the little armchair in your bedroom, hands tied behind his back.ย
Yea Iโm crying. Itโs fine.
The t-shirt fitโ this dude is enormous. But alsoโ DAD VIBES. Thatโs a d!lf.
๐ฐ/๐ฝ: ๐ท๐๐ข ๐๐๐ข ๐ข'๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐...๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ @jupitersmoon167 ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ 1 ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐...๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข'๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข!
โก๏ธ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ' ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐ต๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐๐
โก๏ธ ๐ฒ๐: ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐/๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
โก๏ธ "__" ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
(๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.)
โง :-.ใปใ-: โง :-.ใปใ-: โง :-.ใปใ-: โง :-.ใปใ-:
Imagine stumbling up to Miguelโs apartment one rainy September night, injured after a fight with some mutant thugs hopped up on some sort of strength augmenting steroid.
Youโre bleeding from a few lacerations, some deeper than others. Your body aches from being tossed around, and you worry that you can feel the beginnings of a mild concussion.ย
Itโs fairly late, but you know Miguel has always been a night owl. Besides, his apartment is much closer than yours, and you really donโt feel like patching yourself up alone.ย
Slowly but surely making your way into the elevator and up to his door, you knock quietly but firmly, not wanting to be too much of a disturbance.ย
You sway ever so slightly as you wait for him to answer, eventually leaning your weight on the doorframe to steady yourself. After nearly a minute and another round of knocking, the door begins to swing open.
There stands Miguel, clad in nothing but black boxer shorts and a charcoal gray t-shirt. He wears an expression of confusion on his face, presumably about who could be knocking on his door at this late hour. You hope you havenโt woken him.ย
โHey Gigi. I didnโt wake you did I?โ
The man is silent for a few moments more, slowly running his eyes over your frame and taking in your haggard appearance.
Without speaking, he gently ushers you inside, shutting the door behind himself.ย
โWhat trouble have you gotten into this time?โ Miguel guides you to sit on a barstool next to his kitchen island, ensuring you wonโt fall over before heading to his bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit.ย
โHad a rather unfortunate run in with some thugs. Seems they were on that new Lazarus thatโs been making its rounds in the backstreets.โ Talking leaves you a little breathless. You chalk that up to the roundhouse kick you took to the solar plexus during your fight.ย
When Miguel returns his brows are furrowed. Heโs clearly displeased with this news.ย
โWhy were you wandering about the backstreets this late at night? And alone, no less?โ His lips purse as he places a cool towel to a cut on your temple. You hiss quietly at the sting the fabric leaves- he must have applied alcohol to the towel as well.ย
โI wasnโt just โwandering about.โ I was doing my usual patrol. I thought it would be fine since that area is usually pretty quiet around this time of night. Plus I figured the rain would deter too much movement. Guess I miscalculated.โ
Miguel gestures for you to hold the towel in place as he reaches for a tube of antibiotic ointment and some gauze.ย
โLet me see your hand.โ Though you could tell Miguel wass still annoyed at your recklessness, his tone was much softer than normal.ย
Offering him the bloodied appendage, you studied Miguel as he worked to bandage your hand.ย
It wasnโt an overstatement to say Miguel was a very handsome man, even more so when he was focused. His thick brows furrowed ever so slightly, an adorable and familiar pout settling on his plump lips.ย
โTake a picture, itโll last longer.โย
That was the caveat though. He could certainly be a bit of a douche at times.ย
You rolled your eyes fondly, smiling a little despite yourself at his low chuckle.ย
He worked with skilled, careful hands to assess the rest of your external wounds and treat them accordingly. You werenโt exactly sure where heโd learned to play nurse, but in the moment you were especially thankful for it.ย
โThanks Gigi. Sorry about the trouble.โ
Miguel shook his head, a small smile curling his mouth upward slightly.ย
โNo problem, __. But I would appreciate it if you were more careful. Or at least called for backup when you need it.โ
He stood with his hands on his hips, a signature sign of his exasperation and seriousness.ย
โYes Gigi, I know. I promise to do better going forward.โ
He gave you a disbelieving look, before sighing and gesturing to the guest room.ย
โItโs late and youโre hurt, and it doesnโt look like this storm will be calming down anytime soon. Youโre welcome to stay here for the night. Iโll let you borrow some of my clothes.โ
Youโd be lying if you said the thought of wearing some of Miguelโs clothing didnโt bring you at least a little joy. Nodding, you stood and made your way into the guest bedroom, deciding that a quick shower would do you good. You wondered how you were going to avoid getting the bandages wet however.ย
Deciding that would be a problem for later you, you yelled out to Miguel โIโm takinโ a showerโ and waited for an acknowledgement from him before closing the room door and heading into the bathroom, stripping as you went.
The warm water felt so good on your aching muscles, and the steam helped clear both your head and your slightly clogged sinuses. The shower was surprisingly well stocked with all the necessities and some extra luxuries, like scrub and bath salts. Tonight though, you just focused on getting clean and getting out.ย
The body wash had a little more masculine of a scent than you would have preferred, but it smelled good nonetheless and left you feeling squeaky clean, so you decided it wasnโt so bad.ย
After about 10 minutes you stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in one of the Egyptian cotton towels provided for you and pausing to gaze at yourself in the mirror over the sink.ย
You looked a little better, and you definitely felt better. At the moment, the thought that you didnโt have a bonnet occurred to you, but you figured Miguelโs pillow cases would be silk anyway, so the thought didnโt bother you for long.ย
Reaching for the provided electric toothbrush and toothpaste, you breezed through your normal oral hygiene routine before turning off the light and exiting the bathroom.ย
On the bed sat a t-shirt and some shorts, both a size or two larger than your normal fit. Finishing drying off, you slid the clothes on, savoring the heavy scent of Miguel that lingered on them.ย
You didnโt know when it had started, but recently youโd been feeling more attracted to Miguel than normal. You felt silly calling these burgeoning feelings a crush, but you supposed that was the word that best described it.ย
You quickly ran through a list of pros and cons related to dating him in your head, as you often did before laying down to rest. The pros always seemed to outweigh the cons, and every time you could only sigh in exasperation before forcing yourself to stop and sleep.ย
โWeโre teammates, colleagues if you will. Dating him would only complicate things.โ
You were preparing to tell Miguel goodnight when you heard him begin to speak. Easing towards the room door, you couldnโt help but to listen in.ย
โI canโt just throw that on her right now Lyla. Not even an hour ago she showed up on my doorstep bloodied and beaten. And besides, who even knows if she feels the same way?โ
โWell, sheโs currently occupying your guest room Miguel. Nowโs as good a time as any to go and find out.โย
โI justโฆI just canโt yet Lyla. Maybe eventually, but not right now.โ
There was a brief silence before Lyla spoke.
โIf you say so Miguel. I just hope you donโt miss your opportunity.โ
โMiss his opportunity? Feel the same way? Could Gigiโฆโ
You didnโt want to be presumptuous, and normally you wouldnโt have even thought about eavesdropping on someone elseโs conversation, but just this once, you were sort of glad you did.ย
Considering it for only a moment more, you quietly opened the bedroom door, shuffling outside and down the short hallway leading back into the main room. Miguel was sat on the sofa, his large form hunched over and head resting in his hands.
โMiguel?โ
His head shot up when you called, his expression morphing from one of shock to one of recognition.ย
โOh, __. I thought youโd be asleep by now.โ
โWell, I couldnโt possibly do something so rude as to just head to bed without at least telling you goodnight.โ You plopped yourself down on the couch right next to Miguel, one leg folded beneath you.ย
โYou ok? You looked a little stressed just a moment ago.โ
Miguel nodded, leaning his upper body over his knees again.ย
โYeah, Iโm fine. Justโฆthinking, is all.โ
Placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, you rubbed gently. He felt a little stiff, but there were otherwise no knots or anything of that sort to speak of.ย
โIf youโd like to share, Iโm all ears.โ
Miguel was silent for a moment, before shaking his head.
โI wouldnโt want to worry you. I promise, Iโm fine __.โ
You supposed you couldnโt force Miguel to speak if he didnโt want to, so, with a couple encouraging pats to his shoulder, you stood, turning to head back into the guest room.ย
โWell, if youโre sure. Iโll be turning in. Good night!โ
To your surprise, as you began to step away, you felt a tight grip around your wrist. You turned, eyes widening at Miguelโs gaze.ย
His eyes, normally intense and sharp, had softened considerably, and he seemed to be saying something with them, pleading almost.ย
You werenโt sure how aware he was of this, but after a moment he seemed to return to his senses, releasing your wrist and looking away quickly.ย
โSorry, __. I-...good night.โ
You remained standing there a moment more, before murmuring another โgood nightโ and quickly retreating back into the bedroom.ย
Shutting the door behind you, you sheathed yourself beneath the covers. As youโd expected, everything was silk.ย
After a few minutes of further contemplating Miguelโs words and his odd behavior, you decided that youโd be better able to think tomorrow when you werenโt so tired and sore.ย
With that thought in mind, you shut your eyes, and soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep.ย
On the very comfortable mattress and underneath the soft covers, you slept so soundly that you didnโt notice Miguel watching you longingly through the crack in the door.ย
๐ฐ/๐ฝ: ๐ท๐๐ข ๐๐๐ข ๐ข'๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐...๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ @jupitersmoon167 ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ 1 ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐...๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข'๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข!
โก๏ธ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ' ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐ต๐๐!๐๐๐๐๐๐
โก๏ธ ๐ฒ๐: ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐/๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
โก๏ธ "__" ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
(๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.)
โง :-.ใปใ-: โง :-.ใปใ-: โง :-.ใปใ-: โง :-.ใปใ-:
Imagine stumbling up to Miguelโs apartment one rainy September night, injured after a fight with some mutant thugs hopped up on some sort of strength augmenting steroid.
Youโre bleeding from a few lacerations, some deeper than others. Your body aches from being tossed around, and you worry that you can feel the beginnings of a mild concussion.ย
Itโs fairly late, but you know Miguel has always been a night owl. Besides, his apartment is much closer than yours, and you really donโt feel like patching yourself up alone.ย
Slowly but surely making your way into the elevator and up to his door, you knock quietly but firmly, not wanting to be too much of a disturbance.ย
You sway ever so slightly as you wait for him to answer, eventually leaning your weight on the doorframe to steady yourself. After nearly a minute and another round of knocking, the door begins to swing open.
There stands Miguel, clad in nothing but black boxer shorts and a charcoal gray t-shirt. He wears an expression of confusion on his face, presumably about who could be knocking on his door at this late hour. You hope you havenโt woken him.ย
โHey Gigi. I didnโt wake you did I?โ
The man is silent for a few moments more, slowly running his eyes over your frame and taking in your haggard appearance.
Without speaking, he gently ushers you inside, shutting the door behind himself.ย
โWhat trouble have you gotten into this time?โ Miguel guides you to sit on a barstool next to his kitchen island, ensuring you wonโt fall over before heading to his bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit.ย
โHad a rather unfortunate run in with some thugs. Seems they were on that new Lazarus thatโs been making its rounds in the backstreets.โ Talking leaves you a little breathless. You chalk that up to the roundhouse kick you took to the solar plexus during your fight.ย
When Miguel returns his brows are furrowed. Heโs clearly displeased with this news.ย
โWhy were you wandering about the backstreets this late at night? And alone, no less?โ His lips purse as he places a cool towel to a cut on your temple. You hiss quietly at the sting the fabric leaves- he must have applied alcohol to the towel as well.ย
โI wasnโt just โwandering about.โ I was doing my usual patrol. I thought it would be fine since that area is usually pretty quiet around this time of night. Plus I figured the rain would deter too much movement. Guess I miscalculated.โ
Miguel gestures for you to hold the towel in place as he reaches for a tube of antibiotic ointment and some gauze.ย
โLet me see your hand.โ Though you could tell Miguel wass still annoyed at your recklessness, his tone was much softer than normal.ย
Offering him the bloodied appendage, you studied Miguel as he worked to bandage your hand.ย
It wasnโt an overstatement to say Miguel was a very handsome man, even more so when he was focused. His thick brows furrowed ever so slightly, an adorable and familiar pout settling on his plump lips.ย
โTake a picture, itโll last longer.โย
That was the caveat though. He could certainly be a bit of a douche at times.ย
You rolled your eyes fondly, smiling a little despite yourself at his low chuckle.ย
He worked with skilled, careful hands to assess the rest of your external wounds and treat them accordingly. You werenโt exactly sure where heโd learned to play nurse, but in the moment you were especially thankful for it.ย
โThanks Gigi. Sorry about the trouble.โ
Miguel shook his head, a small smile curling his mouth upward slightly.ย
โNo problem, __. But I would appreciate it if you were more careful. Or at least called for backup when you need it.โ
He stood with his hands on his hips, a signature sign of his exasperation and seriousness.ย
โYes Gigi, I know. I promise to do better going forward.โ
He gave you a disbelieving look, before sighing and gesturing to the guest room.ย
โItโs late and youโre hurt, and it doesnโt look like this storm will be calming down anytime soon. Youโre welcome to stay here for the night. Iโll let you borrow some of my clothes.โ
Youโd be lying if you said the thought of wearing some of Miguelโs clothing didnโt bring you at least a little joy. Nodding, you stood and made your way into the guest bedroom, deciding that a quick shower would do you good. You wondered how you were going to avoid getting the bandages wet however.ย
Deciding that would be a problem for later you, you yelled out to Miguel โIโm takinโ a showerโ and waited for an acknowledgement from him before closing the room door and heading into the bathroom, stripping as you went.
The warm water felt so good on your aching muscles, and the steam helped clear both your head and your slightly clogged sinuses. The shower was surprisingly well stocked with all the necessities and some extra luxuries, like scrub and bath salts. Tonight though, you just focused on getting clean and getting out.ย
The body wash had a little more masculine of a scent than you would have preferred, but it smelled good nonetheless and left you feeling squeaky clean, so you decided it wasnโt so bad.ย
After about 10 minutes you stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in one of the Egyptian cotton towels provided for you and pausing to gaze at yourself in the mirror over the sink.ย
You looked a little better, and you definitely felt better. At the moment, the thought that you didnโt have a bonnet occurred to you, but you figured Miguelโs pillow cases would be silk anyway, so the thought didnโt bother you for long.ย
Reaching for the provided electric toothbrush and toothpaste, you breezed through your normal oral hygiene routine before turning off the light and exiting the bathroom.ย
On the bed sat a t-shirt and some shorts, both a size or two larger than your normal fit. Finishing drying off, you slid the clothes on, savoring the heavy scent of Miguel that lingered on them.ย
You didnโt know when it had started, but recently youโd been feeling more attracted to Miguel than normal. You felt silly calling these burgeoning feelings a crush, but you supposed that was the word that best described it.ย
You quickly ran through a list of pros and cons related to dating him in your head, as you often did before laying down to rest. The pros always seemed to outweigh the cons, and every time you could only sigh in exasperation before forcing yourself to stop and sleep.ย
โWeโre teammates, colleagues if you will. Dating him would only complicate things.โ
You were preparing to tell Miguel goodnight when you heard him begin to speak. Easing towards the room door, you couldnโt help but to listen in.ย
โI canโt just throw that on her right now Lyla. Not even an hour ago she showed up on my doorstep bloodied and beaten. And besides, who even knows if she feels the same way?โ
โWell, sheโs currently occupying your guest room Miguel. Nowโs as good a time as any to go and find out.โย
โI justโฆI just canโt yet Lyla. Maybe eventually, but not right now.โ
There was a brief silence before Lyla spoke.
โIf you say so Miguel. I just hope you donโt miss your opportunity.โ
โMiss his opportunity? Feel the same way? Could Gigiโฆโ
You didnโt want to be presumptuous, and normally you wouldnโt have even thought about eavesdropping on someone elseโs conversation, but just this once, you were sort of glad you did.ย
Considering it for only a moment more, you quietly opened the bedroom door, shuffling outside and down the short hallway leading back into the main room. Miguel was sat on the sofa, his large form hunched over and head resting in his hands.
โMiguel?โ
His head shot up when you called, his expression morphing from one of shock to one of recognition.ย
โOh, __. I thought youโd be asleep by now.โ
โWell, I couldnโt possibly do something so rude as to just head to bed without at least telling you goodnight.โ You plopped yourself down on the couch right next to Miguel, one leg folded beneath you.ย
โYou ok? You looked a little stressed just a moment ago.โ
Miguel nodded, leaning his upper body over his knees again.ย
โYeah, Iโm fine. Justโฆthinking, is all.โ
Placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, you rubbed gently. He felt a little stiff, but there were otherwise no knots or anything of that sort to speak of.ย
โIf youโd like to share, Iโm all ears.โ
Miguel was silent for a moment, before shaking his head.
โI wouldnโt want to worry you. I promise, Iโm fine __.โ
You supposed you couldnโt force Miguel to speak if he didnโt want to, so, with a couple encouraging pats to his shoulder, you stood, turning to head back into the guest room.ย
โWell, if youโre sure. Iโll be turning in. Good night!โ
To your surprise, as you began to step away, you felt a tight grip around your wrist. You turned, eyes widening at Miguelโs gaze.ย
His eyes, normally intense and sharp, had softened considerably, and he seemed to be saying something with them, pleading almost.ย
You werenโt sure how aware he was of this, but after a moment he seemed to return to his senses, releasing your wrist and looking away quickly.ย
โSorry, __. I-...good night.โ
You remained standing there a moment more, before murmuring another โgood nightโ and quickly retreating back into the bedroom.ย
Shutting the door behind you, you sheathed yourself beneath the covers. As youโd expected, everything was silk.ย
After a few minutes of further contemplating Miguelโs words and his odd behavior, you decided that youโd be better able to think tomorrow when you werenโt so tired and sore.ย
With that thought in mind, you shut your eyes, and soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep.ย
On the very comfortable mattress and underneath the soft covers, you slept so soundly that you didnโt notice Miguel watching you longingly through the crack in the door.ย
ALL STATIONS STOP SPIDER-MAN!
Between Your Thighs
โกoใ.โฟเธบ Paring // Miguel OโHara x GN!Reader
โกoใ.โฟเธบ Summary // Miguel loves you with his entire heart and you love taking care of Miguel.
โกoใ.โฟเธบ (A/n) // Inspired by โ505โ by Arctic Monkeys. Canโt stop, wonโt stop writing for Miguel, I just canโt. Also again, requests are opening soon!!
โกoใ.โฟเธบ Word Count // 890
โกoใ.โฟเธบ Content Warnings // Gender neutral reader, mentions/description of intercourse, sexual content, receiving (male), pet names (Mi amor), swearing, dacryphilia, deep throatingโฆ
I love your work so much ๐ญ
Hello! Could you please write a stubborn, jealous hc for Miguel o'hara? Thank you!!
I had the brainworms, so I hope this is what you were looking for! Thanks for the ask <3
Jealous!Miguel O'Hara Headcanons
(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist
pairing: jealous!Miguel O'Hara x reader
summary: stubborn HCs for jealous!Miguel O'Hara.ย
a/n: this was meant to be a drabble and i basically wrote a full fic. i have zero self control lmfao
warnings: smut (fingering, f receiving oral, slight brat taming, etc) right at the very end, 18+ from then onwards, the rest is more pg-13
wc: 3.5k ish
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Long story short: he's a stubborn little shit.
Pig-headed as fuck and it shows up in little things.ย
Let's say you first met as coworkers, and you were a lab technician at Alchemax.ย
Think: unstoppable force meets immovable object. He likes his labs just so, with very specific equipment in a very specific configuration.ย
It drives you crazy, regularly having tiffs outside the labs; much to the chagrin of your coworkers.ย
"Jesus." Your coworker mutters, wincing at the seemingly heated argument by the water cooler.ย
"Ignore it, Maeve." Another coworker rolls their eyes, nudging Mave with a snort. "They're at it again . S'pose they'll tire each other out by the end of the day."
โ guiding hand. เญจเญง ๊ฐ miguel o'hara x f!reader ๊ฑ
ส ๐ฏ ษ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๊น ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ .แ ๐ง 680 wc. dom!fem!reader ( can be read as gn!reader โ no pronouns or genitalia mentioned ). sub!miguel. bondage if you squint. edging. orgasm denial. begging. praise. oral ( m!receiving ). crying. reader is a sadist. mentions of " training " miggy. my horrible spanglish ๐ฅฒ.
๊ฐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ เญจเญง โโ hullo miggy nation , i have returned with food for yuu :3 this is short , but i do have more miggy content brewing ๐ญ send me your miguel thirsts !! ( please reblog mwy work if yuu enjoy it ! )
miguel was always such a hard worker. whether it be hero work or tinkering away in his lab, the man is always working. sometimes, he gets so into his work that he forgets to take care of himself. skipping meals, going hours at a time without sleep, getting frustrated and irritable.
sometimes, he needed a stern hand to guide him back into healthy habits.
that's how he ended up in this situation; on his back, arms bound tightly behind him, you lay between his spread legs. it had been hours since you'd begun your torturous teasing.
miguel was a mess โ hair tousled about from all his thrashing, body slicked in sweat, heaving from yet another denied orgasm. he looked so beautiful like this.
you look up at him from where you lay, head resting on his left thigh while you lazily stroke his cock in a loose grip. his head is thrown back and his jaw is clenched. the poor thing trying so hard not to lose control.
"c - cariรฑo, please, let me cum? serรฉ tan bueno, i promise, please..." he begs so sweetly, now looking at you with hazy eyes. his bottom lip is red and swollen from how much he'd bitten it. you wanted to kiss him.
Miguel OโHara x spider-person!reader
Summary: Reader returns to the web of life after a run in with another spider person. Miguel of course isnโt too happy to hear about them interfering with other dimensions.
Warnings: smut- slutty smut | Miguel using his fangs and Talons to tease | Backshots? ๐ซถ | A little degrading | Choking | Kinda fluffy ig? | Miguel might be outta character but whatever
She gulped, hands fiddling with one another as she walked through the twisting cavern where all of the other spider people resided. She knew she had screwed up, but she wasnโt about to let someone punch her and get away with it. Even if it may or may not have screwed up a timeline or two. Typically sheโd find a way to avoid such a thing, or at least fix it. But this time, he had found out before she could do anything.
Itโs not as though she didnโt like Miguel. In fact, the two had flirted once or twice. But it would seem their little fling was merely that. A fling. Which is why she was expecting a harsh lecture from the man.
She entered the lab he stayed in, the bright red, blue, and yellow lights beginning to overstimulate her eyes. Yet the large dark figure standing amongst it all is what kept her attention. โHow many times do I have tell you?โโ He turned around, the lenses of his mask narrowing as he glared down at her. โYou donโt go off without back up. Now youโve gone and messed everything up Y/N.โ He wasnโt wrong, and she knew it. That was why his words irritated her so. Her brows knitted, her twisting into a frown as she spoke up.
โYou go out without backup all of the time Miguel. So how is this any different.โ Her snarky comment seemed to do something to the Spider-Man, because he now found himself curling his hands open and closed as he inches closer to her. โIs that your excuse Y/N?โ His curt response didnโt come as any shock to her, and all she could seem to do was shake her head and cross her arms. โThatโs what I thought.โ
That little comment only added more fuel to the fire. Her eyes narrowed beneath her mask, her arms unfolding as she turned around and began to walk away. She wouldnโt listen to his idiotic comments. Not today. Instead she attempted to excuse herself before she said anything she would regret. Although it would seem to be too late for that. In an instant she found her body being pushed against a cluttered desk, her cheek smushed against the cool metal. Her wrists were pinned beside her head, large firm hands grasping each. โMiggyโ what the hell are you doing?โ
โIโm getting sick of that attitude Y/N. Always rolling your eyes and making stupid jokes.โ She jolted, the soft graze of a needle drawing her attention. Except, it wasnโt a needle. It was the small talons on his finger tips gently pricking at her suit. The odd feeling brought an even odder feeling within her stomach. And soon she found herself trying to look back at Miguel who was currently teasing at her shoulder blades with his fangs. They were sharp and prickled her back in just the right way. โMiggy..โ She sputtered as her back arched, hips curving up in an attempt to get even the tiniest bit of friction. โSit still.โ Was all she received.
His hands traveled down her body, slowly trailing down her back, following the slight curve of her spine until finally his hands remained firm on her ass. His thumbs grazed over her bottom, squeezing and fondling as his kisses along her back trailed down. โOh crapโโ Cool air slipped into her suit as the crotch area was torn through the middle and something warm intruded. Miguelโs finger rubbed circles around her sensitive area, the soft fabric of her panties drawing a chuckle from him. โSo quick with comebacks, and now youโre wiggling your hips for me like a slut. How cute.โ The sarcasm in his voice almost made her tell him to shut up, but his tongue interrupted before she could get another word out. The warmth of his tongue felt unfamiliar, as did the resounding slap that echoed through the place. Her ass stung, a whine leaving her as his thumb rubbed circles around the stricken area. โYouโll be fine.โ He grumbled before he began to lap at her cunt. His tongue worked at her clit, licking and slurping lazily. And while he wasnโt even trying, she found herself humming softly at his touch. He continued to lap at her while using his hands to keep her in place. โDamnit wait-โ
For once Miguel actually listened. His tongue no longer pressed pleasantly against her body, and he instead stood from his knees. โI didnโt mean literally- I just-โ
Smack
A yelp of surprise bounced off the walls, her head lifting as Miguelโs hand remained stuck to her behind. A small smile was on his lips, the lenses of his mask narrowing ever so slightly. She knew that look. Miguel lifted one of her legs, hoisting it onto the table so that one leg was up and the other supported her. The bottom half of his suit was pushed down to his upper thighs, his happy trail peeking beneath the upper half of his suit. His meaty thighs flexed as he moved himself closer, and thatโs when she felt the soft tip of his cock. It rutted against the side of her thigh, precum sticking to her skin as his hands found the small of her back. โKeep your legs spread like that. It might be a tight fit.โ
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โMiggy please! I canโt-โ Papers that had previously been on the metal desk were low strewn about, littering the floor. Her cheek was pressed against the desk, Miguelโs hand tangling in her hair as his heavy thrusts drew a moan from her each time. She could hear his hot breaths, and feel the way his abs flexed against her back as he leaned against her. Miguelโs fangs pricked at the top of her ear, his harsh pants making her clit throb. His hand that wasnโt occupied with her hair came down to squeeze at her curves, just as her pretty cunt squeezed perfectly at his cock. She gushed around him, squelches filling the room as he continued to pound into her.
Miguel was growing rougher, needier. He slipped his cock out and lifted her from the desk. Her feet met the floor, shaky and uneasy. โSpread your legs a little more. I wonโt fit if you donโt.โ He demanded as he kicked her legs apart a bit more. His hands returned to her body, one finding her neck while the other rested on her lower abdomen. โGod, I was hoping youโd act like a bitch so I couldโve fucked that attitude out of you..but seeing how you melt for me..โ His cock slipped back in, his hand trailing down from her stomach to her clit. He gave it the occasional rub, synchronizing it with every thrust. The act only drew more moans from her, her head lulling back onto his chest. โIf you keep groaning like that I might cum mi amor..โ His words, while a warning, only lured her in. She began to roll her hips as best she could, the friction causing Miguelโs breath to hitch. โFuck youโre really are my slut huh? Cmere.โ
His hips fucked into hers, the resounding slaps of skin being drowned out by their moans and groans. His cock throbbed inside of her as her orgasm caused her to tighten up. โOh crap miggyโฆโ She cursed under her breath. โYeah I know baby..โ He responded as his lips found hers, a slow sensual kiss ensuing. His finger swirled at her clit as he slipped his cock out, now fucking her thighs instead. The combined stimulation had her hunching over, her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed over her. โY/N youโre spilling all over..fuck me.โ Miguel groaned out, his head falling back as he bit back a moan. With his jaw clenched tight and sweat sheening his forehead, he came. Spurts of white decorated the messy desk, along with Y/Ns spider suit.
โWell fuck..if I wouldโve known that was all it took to get you to fuck me then damn..โ She chuckled breathily, her hands grasping at the desk as she attempted to steady herself.
โShush, donโt ruin the moment..โ Miguel placed a gentle kiss on the side of her neck, a groan leaving him as he wrapped his arms around her torso. โYouโre still in trouble.โ
LORD THIS WAS AMAZING ๐
miguel o'hara has an absolute dump truck of an ass && his recoil is insane.
no, i will not be elaborating. ๐๐ฝ
I enjoyed your miggy headcanons ๐คญ may I request a sub! miguel with a mommy kink ๐ซฃ
anon, you're mind is exquisite ... miggy with a mommy kink would be so !!! ( > < ) โกโกโก
it's strange yet gratifying to have such a big man reduced to a whimpering mess in your hands. the sweet whines of "mama" && "mommy" would encourage to continue your slow torture ...
edging miggy for hours, his poor cock weeping with the need to cum. "m - mommy, fuck ..." he's cut off by his own groan when your hand twists firmly around the head of his cock. "hmm? what's wrong, baby? what do you need?" you know exactly what he needs, but you can't help the sadistic urge to make him say it.
"n - need to cum, mama, pleasepleaseplease .. !" he's trembling, hips desperately aching to thrust up into your firm grip. his eyes are squeezed shut and you can see tears clinging to lashes.
"oh, miggy ..." you sigh, teasingly dragging your nails along the side of his cock. he let's out a sound between a moan and growl. his abs are tense with the strain of so many denied orgasms.
"mommy thinks you can wait a little longer, yeah?"
( brewing up ideas for a full length fic with this concept ... send your suggestions ๐ญ )
Touch (Part 2)
Miguel O'Hara x reader
GIF byย milesmoralespilled
(AO3 Mirror), Part 1, Main Masterlist
summary: Miguel tries to win you over. It doesn't go as planned.
warnings: pwp!!, light f-dom, praise kink, fem receiving oral, slight m-sub, lots and lots of begging. Miguel is a switchy mess bc i said so.ย 18+ Minors DNI
a/n: I am so normal about him!
wc: 2.2k
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You avoid him like the plague.ย
The next day, he wakes up to an empty house with you leaving for work earlier than usual. He traipses around the apartment, looking for you before he realises he is chasing your ghost: the traces of scent left on sheets. And he is shameless when he walks into your shared bedroom, rolling around in your heady perfume and pressing the rumpled bedsheets to his nose. Aching, always.ย
IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE ๐คญ๐คญ๐คญ
THIS WAS GOOD