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jestersvanity · 10 months

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Miguel o'hara x Reader : Beg for me

Warnings: noncon, angry man, he's being a meanie and you broke his heart. Possessive borderline abusive?? 💀 The belt! whipping, blood. Cum eating Idk man yeah. Lol porn without a plot? Degrading, Gender neutral but leaning more fem (not edited)

You and miguel broke up, it was a messy. After all the fighting and screaming you were left voiceless as he stormed out of your appartment. Just like that it was silent. You didn't reach out and he didn't reach out. You didn't turn up to work anymore, opting to to find a new job away from the massive building crawling with spider people.

Although the breakup was tough you were getting through it day by day.

A new job definitely took your mind off it as well as some well deserved self care.

It was maybe two months later, you had just finished taking a shower, all cleaned up and feeling better.

All the skincare and self are treatments made you feel alot better after your less than ideal day of work. Lavender room diffuser on, favourite songs playing softly in your room. Comfortable fresh pyjamas? Check. Ambient soft lighting? Absolutely.

Heading towards the kitchen to make yourself a nice up of tea before settling in with a book for the night. As you make your way to the kitchen, the light flicks on only enough to illuminate the bench top. Sitting on a barstool was a silhouette all to familiar. You jump a bit not extecting to see him before composing yourself again. There he sat arms crossed, sitting in the shadows facing you.

"What the fuck do you want?" asking tiredly with a hint of frustration in your voice. The distain still as clear as day with emphasis on every word.

He just sits there silently "A hello would be nice", he's voice deep and threatening.

"what hello? You practically broke in my appartment" throwing your hands up in frustration. "what do you want?" glaring expectantly.

He doesn't speak as he stands up walking closer to you, backing you into the cold edge of the dining table. Not letting up, he presses his body up against you, his heavy body effectively pinning you against the table. Hands planted firmly against his chest pushing back doing almost nothing. Suddenly a rough grip lands on your chin, clamping harshly onto you jawline. "look at me", he demands coldly as he forces you to look up at him. He was always a bit of a arrogant dick. Reluctantly, your eyes trail up his chest untill you meet his eyes. "what do you want?" asking through gritted teeth.

Leaning in closer he whisper into your ear "I am going to make you beg for me back" his words sharp as you feel your heart thump a little but harder. Despite all his rudeness and stubbornness, it was hard denying the effects this absolute jackass had on you.

"fuck you o'hara ", the poison In your words dripping. The grip he has on your jaw tightens as he glares at you silently. The air is still and tense as a short glaring contest begins. After a few seconds of silence "alright, the hard way it is" he says with a threatening grin. Letting go he backs off ever so slightly. Confused you straighten yourself back up looking at him. Then in a split second he flips you around slamming you into the wooden dining table, pinning you down agressively. Almost feeling the bruises form as your pelvic region gets roughly shoved against the corner of the table. Struggling to no avail, he forcefully holds both of your hands behind your back as you lay on the table bent over. "miguel stop it" "stop" "what the hell let go" your protest falling on deaf ears. The rope like webs pinch your skin as they tighten. His knees forcing your legs to spread open unwillingly. "miguel what are you doing?" trying again to get an answer, only resulting in a harsher shove into the table. Moments later the unmistakable sound of the undoing of the belt reaches your ears and you look back as much as you can with your face against the table. "miguel please no, not like this, I don't want it" a tinge of fear taints your pleas as you try to get him to stop.

He responds with a slight chuckle "that's not going to work" he sings out tauntingly. His eyes dark with anger as he slides he's belt out griping it his other hand. Moving the hand on your neck down your torso holding you down on the table as he stands slightly off to the side, the belt up in the air ready to strike down. "I want to see your pretty little face cry, okay honey?" he says almost soothingly.

Roughly ripping your pajama bottoms off along with your underwear with his claws. A cool breeze hits your lower region. Before a sharp pain shoots through your body along with a harsh smack. Letting out a muffled yelp as tears already trying to force their way out of your eyes. "nothing?" he questions as he lands another sharp sting on your ass. Your breathing becomes heavier as you hold your tears back, thighs closing up out of instinct. "no no no, legs. Open" he cooes as he uses the belt to softly tap the inside of your thighs. When you keep them closed he lands another harsh whip which makes you immediately snap your legs back open as you bite down on your lip. "that's what I though" miguel spat out as he landed a few more harsh slaps. "do u want me to stop?" he asks softly. "fuck you miguel" you grit out as your voice cracks, the tears silently dripping onto the table. "suit your self" he says dismissively as he lands slaps harder and faster, not letting time for you to brace yourself again. Each sting shoot through you leaving heat eminating from your bum.

It's angry and harsh as each stroke illicits a small grunt as he exerts energy. All you can do is hold in your muffled whimpers as you take it refusing to beg. "oh what soft skin you have" he purred out as he sees your skin break from the impact. His hot tounge glides along the split skin sending shivers up your spine as he lick up the blood. At this point your legs are shaking in pain, body trembling. It's getting harder to breath as you choke on your own tears.

His whips are sudden and cruel, the speed leaves whooshing sounds in the air. Finally caving in "baby stop please" you cry out, "hmm? What's that?" he teases darkly as he lands more on your ass. "baby please no more it hurts", "honey stop it", "babe, babe I can't I don't want this" you cry out. All the endearments in your arsenal getting desperately thrown out. Your please only met with "beg like you mean it whore". The blood is dripping down your legs as more skin breaks from the blows, you hate to admit this but you are also dripping from excitement, a part of you liked this despite the other half of you protesting. He let's go from pressing your torso to the table opting to swap hands with the whipping using his full force. It's a bloody mess and he's enjoying seeing you writhe in pain. Screaming and pleading for mercy.

He roughly yanks the back of your t-shirt letting you fall on the floor with a thump, unable to balance yourself with trembling legs. Roughly gripping the back of your head with a fit full of hair, he lifts you up onto your knees, back arched, bloody and bruised ass up as he shoves your tear stained face to the floor. Staying there in that position as he let's go, being too tired and exhausted from screaming, crying and begging. "lick and beg for me back" he spits out. As he told you beg and plead "please I'm a stupid slut, I'm nothing without you" you beg as you kiss and lick his boots inbetween pleas. Desperately like a dog eager to please their master.

The sharp and distinct sound which indicates the camera is recoding rings through the air as miguel stands there with he's phone recording, a smug smirk on his face "keep begging" he demands like he's oblivious as to why you stopped.

The blood, drool, wetness and tears mix on the wooden floors. "come on you can do better than that" he taunts as he taps the belt against your cheek, finally landing a harsh strike across your face. More tears spill from the shock as he lands another on the other side of your stunned face. You are angry, tired, throbbing unfortunately despite wanting to hate him. Wiggling up on your knees pressing your face into his thigh you grind on his wet boot mouth open as if you were sucking invisible cock. Begging for his as you drool and cry, making incorehent strings of pleas mixed with almost porn like moans and whimpers. Your previously innocent look in your eyes replaced with submission and needyness. He just stands there filming, ocassionaly rubbing his boot against you making you whimper a bit more. "you don't deserve my cock, you know? Your not worth it" The sloppier you are the more he knows you are close. Untill finally your eyes roll back in extacy as you choke on your own pleasure. Your fluids mixing with the mess that's already on the floor.

He just wordlessly shoves you off his legs as you lay slumped on the floor. He just films you and your mess, your tear stained face.

He picks you up roughly by the shirt like a animal getting carried by their parent as you dangle. Moving you to the couch, bent over, he aggressively opens your legs, filming your holes, spreading you open for the camera to see. He tears your t-shirt off leaving a burn mark around where your collar sat as he snatches it off quickly. Chucking it to the side. "look at this worthless slut" reaching around roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth covering them in spit before going back, shoving his fingers in you, opening you up, pumping his digits in and out as you let out soft tired moans.

The exhaustion is overwhelming as you lay bent over the couch body limp. "I'm going to use you like the fucking fleshlight you are" he growls as the shuts off the camera chucking his phone on the opposite side of the couch.

Before you register anything he's already roughly shoved his fat cock inside you, not giving you time to adjust as he slams against you. The pain making you scream out for him to stop as his hips smash into your tender ass. He ignores you, lifting you up choking you in his biceps as he gropes your chest. It's fast, as he pounds into you mercilessly, his breathing heavy.

All you can manage to do is to cry out for him, it feels like you are getting ripped in half as the pain shoots through your torso.

He keeps going even though he's shot his thick warm cum into you multiple times, feeling it slug down your thighs over the now crusted up blood.

It becomes sloppier as you feel him become tired, his choke hold still firmly around your neck.

You feel him slip out after his final load and a few more pumps. The throbbing is warm as cum leaks out of you as it drips onto the floor with muted impact. Miguel gets up his breathing heavy as he smacks your ass on more time. He sticks two fingers in your cum filled holes, curling them a bit like a scoop till there was a decent puddle of cum sitting on his digits. Then holding them to your face. "eat it" he says sternly with a twinkle of amusement as he watches. Opening our mouth up obediently you lick and suck the cum on his fingers up swallowing every last drop like you were starving. Wiping on his drool covered fingers in the fabric of the couch.

Freely walking into your bathroom to clean himself up as he leaves you naked and tied up over the arms of the couch. The pulsating heat downstairs slows down agonisingly gradual, before the emptyness of not having him sets in.

He walks back out a few mins later it's silent as he makes his way over to the couch in a leasurly stroll picking up his phone and playing back the recording of you for a bit before shutting it off with a satisfactory nod. The sounds of yourself make you want to cry more, the tightness in your chest welling up as you try to recollect the events of the past hour or four.

He just sits down on the couch, you are too tired to move, arms till tied up behind your back. Placing a warm hand on your cheek before softly stroking your hair softly. A stark contrast from before. It feels nice but the circumstances stop you from letting yourself melt into his affection completely. "If you try to leave again, you know the concequences. Okay honey?" his voice chillingly normal as he uses a thumb to wipe the hushed tears away.

A/N: uhhh yeah lol idk but hope some of y'all enjoyed. I need him so fuck NG bad 😵‍💫

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someonecomegettheirchild · 6 days

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This may be a niche comparison but my favorite thing about Percy Jackson is also my least favorite thing about Hunter x Hunter

and that is how they go about portraying the feelings of 12 year old boys who have been abandoned by their fathers.

Like… it always upset me how much Gon loves his absolute piece of dog shit father and after reading PJO for the first time I so desperately wished that Gon treated Ging more like how Percy treats Poseidon.

Like okay…. You have Gon who’s dad abandoned him to become a hunter and his immediate response is “well if my dad left me to become a hunter than being a hunter must be dope as fuck”. And he goes through that entire fuck ass exam, and spend years hunting down his father because he loves him so much and he wants his dad to be proud of him for completing this exam just like he did only for him to finally find his dad at the end of this series and this mother fucker STILL SUCKS. Like he does not care in the slightest despite the fact that his kid nearly died in the previous arc (Leorio literally punches him in the face for not going to visit him in the hospital) and from what I remember the only reason he sticks around instead of running off again is because the rest of the hunters are like “your son is the most precious and kind boy on the planet, if you upset him by leaving him again we will kill you”. And throughout all of this Gon is just happy to have his dad back and still idolises him just as much.

Meanwhile, you have Percy mf Jackson, a fellow 12-year-old, who claps back THE SECOND someone says “you are Poseidon's son” with “he has ignored me my entire life. I am Sally Jackson’s son, she was the one who cared enough to call herself my parent!” And at least Poseidon is a god you know, he still sucks, but I’ll give him a little slack cause he’s ruling the ocean and creating horses and shit. But Ging is literally just some guy.

And then you have the comparison of Gon becoming a hunter like his father while Percy was literally offered the chance to become a god like his dad and turned it down and instead used that moment to berate the gods for not treating their kids with any respect. Like at the very least they could’ve had gon become a hunter, do a bunch of hunter shit for a few years, and then decide “nah I don’t particularly feel like abandoning my family over this, fuck my dad and his hunters license” ya know!

Anyway TL:DR I really want Gon to bitch slap his father and Percy Jackson, you will always be famous.

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