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spideysimp · 10 months
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miguel o’hara has a chokehold on me.
miguel o’hara x reader
warnings: nsfw, also i don’t know much about him outside of the movie :P
he’s known for his feral-ness, and needing that drug shit to help him control it. honestly i think this is the very reason he would be gentle when having sex.
he has enough violence, enough harsh touches, punches, and scratches in fighting anomalies, fighting his own villains; miguel is so tired of the bullshit that happens when he battles on the streets of nueva york and he likes to keep that separate from you—not hide it, separate it. he doesn’t want to get intense, he doesn’t like hair pulling, slapping, choking, degrading, fucking you until you cry, none of that. he prefers to kiss you on your sweet face while he’s inside you. he wants to just watch your face while he moves in and out, and when you moan his name, he moans back. he loves kissing your neck while you grip his shoulders and softly scrape your nails down to his elbows. when you’re on top, he’ll let you set the pace and he often brings your head down to his so he can hold you closer, so he can feel your lips on his neck. he also likes feeling your chest on his. he’ll go faster if you ask him, but not much else. he doesn’t want to fuck when it comes to you. he wants to make love.
and man, it’s fine that miguel’s a little vanilla when having sex, because this man’s dick is huge.
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spideysimp · 2 years
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you convinced me
tasm peter parker x reader
warnings: none
knock, knock
you knew who it was.
you threw your legs to the side of your bed, slowly pushing the upper half of your body up to stand. eyes barely opened, mind hardly awake, you stumbled to your window and opened it.
peter crawled in, and before he could say anything, you lightly grabbed at his suit to help take it off.
you heard him breathily laugh,”hey, hey, i can do it. go back to bed, i’ll be there in a sec.” he leaned in quickly and kissed your cheek.
you hummed in reply. opening your eyes you turned on your heel, walking back to bed. a small scoot brought you close to the wall, and you hoped there was enough room for peter’s tall, lanky body. the covers hid your entire body, all the way up to your nose.
peter smiled when he saw you bunched up with your blanket, and shut the window when he realized how cold it was outside. he peeled off his suit, the clotting on his wounds peeling away with it. the hissing and vocal wincing was kept to a minimum, he didn’t want to worry you.
after he tended to his wounds, he gently laid next to you; the blankets were difficult to get under, you had practically stolen all of them.
“your body is so warm, i don’t know how you’re so cold all the time.”
an eye opened for a second and you groaned in response, eyebrows furrowed while you stared at him. you tilted your head up, pulling the covers down so he could kiss you. he held it for a long time, going in again when you broke away.
you turned away from him and scooted backward, fitting your shoulders to his chest. his arm reached around and tugged you closer. a final sigh escaped his lips, and the both of you were on the verge of sleep.
you didn’t want to ruin the mood, but it was starting to worry you. tonight was too much like a dream.
“‘s selfish, but.. don’t leave,” you mumbled.
he moved his head. “hm?”
“y’leave before i wake up. it’s like..” you sighed,”you’re a dream.”
“i’m here. for real. you have me all night.” peter’s grip on you tightened.
“i promise.”
you feared it was an empty promise, but you were too tired to fight yourself or him. he grabbed your hand with his, bringing both to your chest. you mindlessly zeroed in on his thumb rubbing small circles into your hand; the smallest actions, he knew, could make you fall asleep.
this time, you’ll wake up and he’ll be there. he’ll kiss you good morning.
the next morning, you woke up.
he was gone.
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