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muchosbesitos · 7 months

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hey! Hello! And I hope you have a wonderful day but I wanted request a scaredhusband!miguel x scarywife!reader(FM) 🥺🤭🤭 like reader is a civilian who is Miguel Wife and know that he the leader of the spider society and know that he has anger issues and know how to calm him down. But Miguel doesn’t know how to deal with his wife he love her so much but he is scared of her (not in a mean way).. so like image reader whos was done with work for the day and change into her comfortable clothes (like long sleeve shirts or Miguel sleeves jacket and some shorts) and came to his office to surprise him with homemade food.’since he doesn’t have spider sense’- but see him yelling at the group-miles,Gwen, hobie,pav,- for making a food-fight at the cafeteria and which there made a huge mess (which was the third time this week and Miguel wasn’t having that)… and reader who was pissed about Miguel yelling at them for some food fight and came walking towards them. Which peter was the first person to notice that she was here so as Layla😌. And reader came from behind miguel and scared him and miguel switched side so fast to his sweet husband

Reader-“ HI baby! how was your day going?”

Miguel-“ah—h.nothing.. just talking to.. group”

reader obviously know what happened and she isn’t going pretending not to know,as she does her ionic serious face and eye brow raised,as she crosses her arms,and see the group and see them scared for there life. And that the was last straw for reader to see Miguel yelling to these sweet hearts

reader-“Miguel *sighs quietly* why are there here looking all scared mhmm?.…if this is “just”some talk about something huh Miguel?”

reader pinch is his ear closer towards her as she death stare at miguel making hole in his chest as miguel sighed and grunted of the pain as reader let go from Miguel ear as she walk towards the kids

Reader is hugging pav who is the one who’s scared as hell and pav who was hugging back and sigh and which clam down pav and then turn to see hobie,as hobie stand there trying to look chill,but he looking away from Miguel.

miguel-“mi querida esposa.. I was teaching them a lesson so there could unde-“

reader-“ UNDERSTAND?! understand… miguel I think scared them isn’t teaching them a lesson it making them feel uncomfortable and unsafe!”

as she cupped hobie face and turn to look at Miguel as pav, miles, and Gwen is rubbing there neck or arm with all their faces having some sort of guilt in there eyes.while hobie is shocked form the sudden touch and start to stare at Ms O’Hara

reader-“LOOK Miguel HOW CAN these sweet hearts can possibly do something bad?” She says to miguel ,in a voice when someone talks to baby,while she smooshing Hobie face but stop as feel his face piercing. But the whole group sigh and looked away with a guilty face. (Also this is the first time reader see the group or troublemakers which is what Miguel called them,but I think that if reader sees that something happened,she would scold them like an Hispanic woman scold their kids,but alway would be reasonable to them)

reader-”you guys can leave I’m going to talk to Miguel” as reader say to them with an gentle voice and give them with warm smile,as she quickly turns her head towards his direction,and her lips went to an thin line,and gave him an death stare,and Miguel knew that look,He WAS dead man and sigh and grunted as he look away from the group as he make his way on his floating platform. As miles and Gwen and pav said thank you Ms O’Hara in a silently voice. But hobie was following them as he said

hobie-“thank you lov.. I hope i see you again… and take care of the anger cat” as hobie kissed reader on the cheek and ran with the rest of the gang

Miguel-“ HOBIE KEEP YOU HANDS TO YOURSELF THAT MY WIFE!” As hobie chuckle as left the room but Peter was still there he was just listening and well sat down and watched cause it was interesting to watch,because right before reader came in,Peter was going to deal with miguel. reader-“*chuckle and then went to a serious face* peter b Parker leave as well too”,peter know how it feels to be an dead man ever he made MJ (when she was pregnant)mad and let just say he had to go live in someone house and Miguel

Peter-“FINE I was going to see some drama! but it seems like the show was for mature audiences *chuckle* ok-ok bye” Miguel punishment was reader choice,And there reader is right next to miguel as she is think about what punishment she could put to Miguel in for scaring the kids in as her other hands is pinching Miguel ear as he was saying pleas.

I hope you love the idea of this request and I hope you enjoy! fluff or smut ? If you want the punishment to be that kind of that thing 🤭🫣 I don’t mind at all 😝 I love your writing of Miguel and I got this idea from watching the “book of life” IT SLAY and thank god I had a cd of it and I got the time to watch it again.! BYE ! L

the apology

pairing: miguel o’hara x civilian wife

warnings: miguel yelling lol, oral (f & m), orgasm denial, handcuffs, blindfold, face sitting, cowgirl (overall just smut)

word count: 4k

author’s note: i changed it up a bit so i hope you don’t mind 😓 sorry it took me so long to get it out

It was phenomenal, really. The way your presence instantly flipped a switch in Miguel's attitude, going from the moody, annoying man that everybody got used to seeing at HQ to a loving, devoted husband. He flipped this switch around you based on the fact that he didn't want you to leave him based on his anger issues, of seeing him screaming at some spider with his fangs and claws protruding. So he developed a fear of having you around the society, not because his sweet, caring wife had any reason to frighten him, but because he was afraid of the way that you might react if you saw one of his outbursts.

"Heya Migs! There's a food fight in the cafeteria, not as important as an anomaly, I know, but it's starting to get messy," LYLA announced, interrupting his usual monitoring. "For fuck's sake," Miguel mumbled, rubbing his temples as he tried to keep his anger in check. He knew that he couldn't expect much more from children, but it pissed him off that they couldn't take their job seriously. He stormed out of his office, walking to the cafeteria as he saw what LYLA had reported to him. He stood there with his hands on his waist, waiting for the group of kids to acknowledge him when he felt a gooey slice of pizza sliding down his face. "MY OFFICE NOW!" His voice boomed through the cafeteria, the food fight coming to a halt.

Miguel had his back turned towards the kids as he grumbled under his breath, a combination of curses in English and Spanish. "Miguel, we're really so-" Gwen started off when Miguel suddenly turned around, his claws protruding. "If you were really sorry, you wouldn't have done this stupid shit for the third time this week!" He yelled, watching as they trembled under his gaze. "And you're still on probation so i don't know why the hell you're getting involved in food fights!" He spoke to Miles, rolling his eyes as he saw the boy disappear in fear. His last straw, however, was when Peter appeared with a grin on his face, wrapping his arms around the kids in an endearing way. "C'mon Miguel, don't you think you're being too harsh on them?"

Miguel was starting to see red when he heard Peter's condescending tone, his claws digging into his palms as he clenched his fists. He turned around, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered to himself, "Ya no puedo mas" over and over. (i can’t do this anymore) "C'mon mate, it's a food fight, the least bit of rebellion against the establishment," Hobie spoke up, the boredom seeping through his tone. "Puta madre, and you're not even the least bit guilty! A fucking food fight, how old are you?!" He screamed, his heart dropping when he felt a tap on the back of his shoulder.

You'd arrived at the society after getting off from work and changing into something comfortable, bringing Miguel some of the food you'd made today. Caldo de res with some white rice. (beef soup) Your brows furrowed as you heard your husband's voice booming through his office doors, the other spiders pushing it off which made you start to wonder if this was something regular. You opened up the door, waving at Peter and shooting LYLA a small smile as she appeared when you took the sight in front of you. Your husband seemed to be at his breaking point as he yelled something about a food fight to the group, clearly not having noticed that you were in the room. You walked up to him, tapping his shoulder delicately and folded your arms as he turned around to look at you.

It would've been comedic how his eyes widened and his claws instantly retracted at the sight of you, but you couldn't grasp the fact that he'd been yelling at the kids. "What are you doing here?" He asked, completely taken aback from seeing you there, his voice softening up to the tone that he only used with you. "Well, I just wanted to see how my husband was doing here at work and to bring you some food," you replied, watching the kids relax as Miguel started to ease up around you. "It's been going good. Very productive as you can see, just talking with the kids and all," he responds, his face morphing into an awkward smile like that would sell the lie easier. "Can't believe this Dorito shaped mofo just yelled at us for like ten minutes and only stopped when his wi-" Miles started to speak, only stopping when Miguel turned around to face him.

You glared at Miguel as he turned around, his demeanor instantly changing back to what it was when you first came in. You stood up on your tippy toes, tugging Miguel’s ear as he let out a small wince. You weren't pulling hard enough to hurt him, but you wanted him to grasp the reality of the situation. "Cuantas veces te tengo que decir that you're not supposed to reprimand the kids like that?" you told him, your tone stern before you let go of his ear. (how times do i need to tell you) "Better than the chancla," he muttered, rubbing his reddening ear.

Your gaze softened up as you went over to the kids, wrapping your arms around a terrified Pav. "Ay por dios, now you're defending them too," Miguel grumbled to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched you interact with the kids. "Well, how could I not defend them when they're scared shitless?" You responded, glaring at Miguel once more. "Mi amor, I'm sorry that you don't agree with my style but I'm not allowing them to make a mess of my cafeteria over and over again," he responds, his tone unusually soft as he spoke to you. "Your style is just yelling at them until they grasp the concept? No wonder they keep doing it again," you told him, putting your hands on your waist as you shook your head in disappointment.

You looked at the group, seeing a look of remorse in their eyes like they were finally grasping the complexity of the situation, well everyone except for Hobie. You wrapped your arms around them, providing them the embrace a mother lion would to protect her pack. "C’mon Miguel, how can you talk to them like that? Can't you see that they're sorry?" you asked him, holding hobie's face and squeezing his cheeks gently. You only pulled away when you felt your hands squeezing around his piercings, not wanting to hurt him too badly. You weren't at the society too often, but when you were, you found a way to make the kids comfortable around you by bringing them snacks or letting them be reckless since you calmed Miguel down. The kids never understood how someone as sweet and lovely as you ended up with their scary, mean boss but they didn't question it too much since they genuinely enjoyed having you around.

You saw Miguel rubbing his temples, practically admitting defeat as he saw the way that you coddled the kids. He knew that he wouldn't win this argument, and if he did then he'd risk pissing you off and end up sleeping on the couch with the cat. "Hey, why don't you all let me talk this out with Miguel, yeah?" You told them, and you saw their faces lighten up with relief as they stepped out of the room. Even though Hobie had a clear face of disinterest, he kissed your cheek before he left. "Fanks luv. Hope to see you 'round more offen and take care of the angry cat," he told you, watching Miguel’s eyes narrow and his nostrils huff. "Hobart. Get your damn hands off my wife before I snap that guitar of yours in half," Miguel grumbled from behind you two and Hobie left the room with a cheshire grin on his face.

You were about to start reprimanding Miguel when you heard a low chuckle coming from a corner of the room, turning around to see Peter B Parker rolling on a chair as he entertained Mayday. "Peter, you too, please," you asked nicely, watching as he raised his hands in a defensive motion. "Yes ma'am, though I can't believe you're depriving me of having front row seats to show. Seems a bit much, no?" He replied, letting out a small chuckle as he carried Mayday in his arms. Even though Miguel could feel your anger seeping through, he still turned around and glared at Peter. "She told you to leave," he told him, his tone back to the same coldness it usually is, but Peter burst out laughing. Miguel rolled his eyes as he heard Peter's slippers squeak against the floor, the other man placing his hand on his shoulder. "Good luck, you're a dead man," he whispered loud enough for you to hear before walking away.

You saw Miguel gulp as he came to the realization that Peter was probably talking from experience from his countless arguments with MJ. Your brows furrowed as you looked at Miguel, feeling more disappointed than angry now. "How many times do we have to go over that they're not gonna learn if you keep snapping at them like that?" You asked him, your hands on your hips. It would've been funny if it weren't for the circumstances, that this behemoth of a man was getting reprimanded by someone who had to crane their neck to look at him properly. "Lo siento, nena. But they've been doing this shit for the past three days and it's frankly a miracle I didn't snap beforehand," he remarked, letting out a small sigh as he saw your brows furrow even further. (i’m sorry doll)

"Go apologize to them."

"No."

"Miguel."

"No."

“O’Hara.”

“No.”

"Then I guess no sex for you until you do."

"..Fine."

You were satisfied with his answer even though he expressed clear reluctance towards apologizing to them. You had appealed to his soft side, knowing that he found solace to coming home to you and having sex with you to get rid of any stresses during the day. Your sex life was already a bit strained from how much time he spent at work, so he couldn't afford to have you be mad at him. He enjoyed coming home to you, whether it be just to have a sweet make out session or having rough sex that would leave your legs all wobbly the next day. You watched as Miguel ran a hand through his hair, probably trying to push his pride aside to apologize to the group.

You walked with Miguel to where the group was at in the common room in silence, looking at him expectantly as he stood in front of the kids. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable to have to be doing this as he turned around to face you. Your eyes could've turned into little daggers with the way you were looking at him, tapping your foot on the floor as you wait for him to start his apology. "So.. Uh.. I might've overreacted with what you all did in the cafeteria earlier. And I'm sorry for yelling at you all. Even if you did deserve it," he told them, mumbling the last part to himself as he clasped his hands together. You knew that he was half-assing this apology to get back on your good graces again but you decided to let it slide since it wouldn't come out better than that.

You turned to look at the kids, knowing that they also had a part to play in Miguel’s tantrum, and silently willed for them to apologize to him. The group started blabbering apologies when they saw the look you were giving them, Miles speaking the loudest since you reminded him of Rio when you did that. "I'm sorry for calling you a Dorito shaped mofo," he added after the group finished speaking and you could've sworn that the vein on Miguel’s forehead was two seconds away from bursting from how intensely he was frowning. Miguel saw the look on your face and his instantly relaxed, accepting the kids' apologies before he went back to work in his office.

You had spent about an hour at HQ, playing video games with the kids and checking up on Jess to see how she and the baby were doing. It was nice to engage with the people that your husband surrounded himself with all day, and seeing why they were all important to him. Even Lego Spider-Man, though you didn't understand the attachment he had towards the little guy. You went back home, thinking about a way to get back at Miguel since you weren't satisfied enough with his apology.

After a little while of going shopping at the mall, you ended up buying yourself a new set from Victoria Secret. You and Miguel hadn't been intimate for a while now, and while you did want to punish him, you also wanted to give him pleasure. You could tell that his tantrum wasn't only from the kids, since he'd been struggling to get up in the morning and had been forcing himself up by saying that the multiverse needed him. You went back home after you were satisfied with the items you'd bought for tonight, setting up the bedroom to your liking.

Miguel was surprised when he got back home, he wasn't expecting to be greeted with something so romantic especially after the way that he snapped around you. He could smell the fresh candle being burnt and he found himself instantly getting more relaxed the more he walked through the house. He stepped inside your shared bedroom, his eyes almost popping out of his head when he looked at you. You looked so precious.. Laying in bed waiting for him in your red lingerie. He felt like a teenage boy as his cock began to harden underneath the hologram just at the mere sight of you. "Oh wow, you look so go-" he started but he was quickly interrupted when you stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Be good for me and lay down on the bed, yeah?"

If Miguel knew that he'd end up handcuffed to the bedpost, he wouldn't have bothered to comply so easily to your request. He was very touchy when it came to having sex, whether it was his hands gripping your hips or having his hands massage your breasts so this was an effective form of punishment. His final straw, however, was when you put a blindfold on him. "Y’know, this kinda defeats the purpose of getting all dolled up," he tried to argue but you simply responded with a laugh when you heard how far he was willing to reach. "Who said it was for you, guapo?" You asked, your nail scraping down his toned chest, a shiver running down his spine as you did. (handsome)

Your hand gently ghosted his cock and you couldn't help but watch how he thrusted his hips upwards, needing more than what you were giving him. You ran your thumb on his slit, licking the stripe of precum that his angry red tip was leaking out. "Please, don't tease me like this," he told you, his voice nearly a whimper as he did. "We're just getting started though," you replied condescendingly, your thumb gently tracing the vein running on the underside of his cock. He let out an agitated sigh as you continued to tease him, your fingers gently tracing his cock but never applying the pressure that he needed.

"Please, please. I'll never yell at them like that again! Just touch me," he pleaded, and you could tell that it took him a great deal to push his pride to the side in order to ask for that. "But I am touching you, Miguelito. I'm not sure what you want me to do," you respond, mocking the same tone that he was using. "Please! Just suck me already. I'll do anything you want, mi reina," he added on, more willing to beg in order to get what he needed. (my queen) You let out a small chuckle but you placed small kisses on his tip. You traced it with your tongue, licking off the precum that's sliding off from the sides. You slowly began to take him in your mouth, his breath hitching as you did.

You couldn't help but laugh as the man who had his fangs protruded earlier while he yelled at the group was now using them to claw at the handcuffs on him, his hips bucking into you desperately to get some release while he moaned out pathetically about how good you were treating him. You slowly took more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head as you worked his length in. It was always a bit of an adjustment given how big he was, but he enjoyed feeling as much of your mouth on him as possible. Your hand worked its way up and down his shaft in the place your mouth couldn't quite reach, your hand applying just the right pressure to having him writhing against the sheets.

You felt tears stinging your eyes as you took his entire length in, struggling to breathe as you tried to accommodate to his size. You started breathing through your nose to make things easier, his cock halfway down your throat. You released him from your mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock. "Doing so good for me, mama," he whispered as he felt your mouth on him again, his hands tugging against the fluffy handcuffs. He would've preferred to have his hands all over your head as you took him, though he'd never force you, but he enjoyed the change in the power dynamic for now.

His orgasm quickly approached with how good you were sucking him off, your mouth wrapping around his cock perfectly. You could tell he was at his peak when his legs started to tremble and you quickly pulled away, watching as his chest deflated after having his orgasm taken away. He was about to protest when you took his blindfold off, a smirk playing on your lips. "I dunno, I guess I just don't believe how sorry you really are," you told him, keeping him in the handcuffs. "Please, please. I'm really sorry, nena. I'll never do it again," he blabbered, needing to feel some part of you on him. "Then show me just how sorry you are then."

Miguel ate you out like a man starved when you settled above his face, your plush thighs enclosing around his head as he started his ministrations. His tongue worked its way into your pussy, your juices leaking onto it as he did. He maintained eye contact with you as he sucked on your pussy, getting satisfied by how well you responded to his tongue. "Such a pretty mouth when you put it to better use," you moaned out, your hand gripping his hair tightly as your hips started to grind against his face. The way his nose hit your clit every time you did that only added more to the sensation, your hands intertwining tighter around the soft curls.

His mouth enclosed around your clit, flicking it with his tongue just the way that always had your toes curling before alternating with sucking your pussy. You looked down to see the bottom half of his face completely covered in spit and your juices but he delighted in how well he made you feel, his eyes shut as he basked in the taste of you. Your back arched as you felt him flick his tongue once more around your clit, the sensation making a shiver run down your spine. He let out a soft groan as he continued, the vibrations only adding onto the stimulation that you already felt. You felt your orgasm quickly approaching and your hips moved faster against his face, chasing your orgasm like you needed it to breathe. You felt your vision turn into spots as he took you over the edge, your juices completely soaking his face.

He quickly licked them off his lips and the corners of his mouth and you couldn't help but lean and kiss him. You sat down on his lap, gently running his cock up and down your folds as you looked at him sternly. "Do you think you've earned my pussy, cariño?" You asked, watching as he nods quickly. (darling) "Please. I've been so good for you," he pleaded, hoping that it would appeal to you. You tapped your finger on your chin, pretending you were deliberating about it before you faced him once more. "Are you gonna do it again?" You asked, awaiting his reaction. "No, no. I promise I won't do it again."

Once you were satisfied with his answer, you slowly started to sink down his cock, your walls enclosing around him perfectly. It was a bit of an adjustment given that he usually prepped you with his fingers beforehand, but you found yourself enjoying the sting a little bit. You slowly start taking more of him in, both of you letting out a hiss when you sink into him completely. You adjusted yourself to sit with your feet pressed against the bed for support as you slowly started to make your way up his cock before sinking down once more. "Oh god, so good," you mumbled, watching as Miguel tugged on the handcuffs with new vigor. "C'mon, I just bought those," you said with a small frown when Miguel ripped them off the bedpost, his hands going to grip your thighs. "I'll buy you as many handcuffs as you want," he whispered, his voice shaky as you continued to make your way up and down his cock.

The way your walls enveloped him felt like pure sin, the tightness only adding more to the sensation. He couldn't help but think of just how beautiful you looked in that moment: your lips parted in a 'o' shape as you rode him, your breasts bouncing every time you came back down, and the way your pussy just kept gushing around his cock. His mouth attached to your breasts, sucking on them and tugging on your areola gently. He could tell that your thighs were starting to feel the burn with how your thrusts began to slow down, so he held your hips and slowly started to thrust into you. He could respect the want that you had for dominance, but he knew that if he didn't help out, neither of you would end up properly satisfied.

"Right there, Miguel!" You moaned out, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly as your nimble fingers rubbed on your clit desperately for some release. His thrusts started to get more erratic as he continued, borderline on sloppy as your thighs trembled from how good it felt. You felt your orgasm quickly approaching and you could tell that Miguel was headed that route too with the way you were gripping his cock. You bit down on his shoulder as you came, the sensation over flooding your senses when you did. Miguel let out a grunt as he felt you tighten around him once more, thick ropes of cum coating your pussy as he came.

The two of you laid down as you started to come down from your orgasms, letting the feeling of euphoria subside before any of you said anything. He got up and grabbed a rag from the bathroom, soaking it a bit before he started to clean you off. "I'm sorry that I snapped that way at them, I'll try my best not to let it happen again," he whispered, his apology genuine as he dragged the wet rag on your pussy. He didn't say he'd stop completely, but you appreciated the fact that he was at least willing to give it a try. "It's okay, mi amor. I’m sorry if I went too far," you replied causing him to let out a small chuckle. (my love) "You didn't go too far," he assured you, pressing a small kiss on your forehead before he went to go place the rag in the washing machine. He came back to bed and laid down with you, wrapping his arms around you as he drew small circles on your back while sleep overtook both of you.

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cherryredstars · 7 months

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OMG I SAW YOUR REQUEST IS OPEN AND OMG I WANTED TO ASK IF YOU CAN MAKE AN demon!MIGUEL x but Innocent/cute/ werid/quirkFmAngel! Reader (like the demon CAN be also called the spider demon that all work under Miguel eyes😝💅😩)

Reader is a angel that believes that there goodness in any creature that mean Miguel.yea but she doesnt believed in some angel like her ex- boyfriend,reader finally caught her boyfriend cheating while hanging out with the group while eating there ice cream or looking in the heaven village or city idk ??😣😭 ( miles, gwen, and pav and his girlfriend )which when Gwen and hobie and miles was shocked and gasp loudly at something that pulled reader attention and when reader saw it, reader came running away in tear at the sight of it.

and ran away far away from it ,While pav girlfriend with hobie beating his as while gwen is telling hobie that " ENOUGH HOBBIE " while pav is trying to stop his girlfriend from cheering on hobie from SCREAMING at reader ex- boyfriend for making reader spend ALL her time with such a USELESS F ING ANGEL WHO doesnt work FOR SH%T

meanwhile Miguel, is some were in heaven and hell which is what I called is the void or the pocket of both lands and that where Miguel is doing his business(while wearing his spider logo LIKE imagine him wearing an tight suit with some sort of amor ) killing angel and entity\antomty (I forgot the name💀) in his way with Layla of course but only telling him how many are there but that where reader came running away and fall into and also hitting a large rock and managed to hurt one of her wings,badly, which cause her to stare around for any help or tried to see if she know what is this place she flew into, And Miguel was done doing assignments (ahem- killing) amd then see her in such a state that make his heart beat again,

Meanwhile reader is crying not of fear, but she not in fear of the man in front of him.. She finding it sexist (ok I want to make reader weird,or quirky💀😭) ok it not her problem OR FAULT OK it was his aura, big BOTTY OF A ASS that reader probably think she has seen in her life form a boy ✊😝 and his horns,

reader realized she still have tear in her eyes and started wipes her face and getting up from the floor but then the pain of her wings finally came. (And Layla being Layla teleport to Miguel to see if he done with work and see reader on the floor with a broken wing with blood and Layla making an deal or some thing idk to convince him to let her live while saying in a language Spanish but that a ancient towards reader)

NFSW PART THAT J COMPLETED SUCK AT

Let imagine Miguel heat or is just hella intoxicated with a sex drug from layla putting there (putting or idk someone LIKE PETER B ) and left it on his favorite desk( that he like to slam on A LOT JUST FROM THE RETARD THAT HE HAS TO DEAL with work💀 ✊ men got his on TABLET FOR THAT lol) and it crash on the floor and broke and some gas that Miguel was intoxication from of it and went to his own place while reader was petting an demonic cat in his house

Here is a some plot idea for the NFSw part

(Also THIS IDEA WAS INSPIRED BY MANY WEEBTOON STORY AND I WANTED TO mush ALL THESE IDEA INTO ONE SO pls 😭 if I suck AT EXPLAINING THE PART and I wanted to say this but I feel like Miguel be the grump bear person character or big puffy cat person like he wouldnt like anyone touch his horn but when reader ask he let her touch his horn with a pout sound as he lean down 🗣😭✊ also you can make this a fluff/smut any kink will do honestly! THANK YOU bye ❤

Hope you have a great day and time ! (Sorry if this made be a long request but I dont see many people making a demon Miguel like this one and reader as well so yea and I really wanted to people be inspired by this one !!!😇😌🗣

Pairing: Demon!Miguel O’Hara x Angel!fem reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Virgin!Reader, Fluff, Mentions of Cheated on Reader, Slight Corruption Kink, Slight Fingering, Oral Sex, Praise, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Blood

Summary: Even the devil has a soft spot.

Word Count: 3.9K (Not Edited)

It had been a gloomy day.

You had never expected to find your sweet, attentive boyfriend sucking faces with someone else. It had ruffled your delicate feathers and for your wings to curve in with despair. Your friends had tried to pull you away from the scene, the dejection clear on your face as you stared longingly at the man you had given your golden heart to. Their reassuring words floated past you, mind preoccupied on why this could have happened to you. Was it something you did? Were you not enough? Were you missing something?

Later into that day, after numbly reassuring your friends you were alright, you had wandered aimlessly across the angelic city. You were so lost in thought that you had not realized you had taken too many turns out of the city, finding yourself in the Void. So unused to the dark, unfamiliar land, you had stumbled your way around, catching your wings on things you couldn’t see clearly until your body was sore and you had wilted to the ground in a hopeless mess. You were unsure of how long you had laid there, a withering mess of innocent pain before he had sniffed you out.

From his account of events, he had just been back from one of his sessions of…repentance as he calls it. Even though his suit and dulled armor was splattered with blood, he knew the lingering scent in the air was fresh, more innocent than the kind he had spilt. He had followed the sweet fragrance, finding your helpless form crowded to the ground. You had looked up at him with such shiny eyes, a puffed pout on your lips. Your appearance alone was angelic, his hand itching to reach out and taint your delicate skin. He swore a glowing aura shielded your body, setting you apart from the gloominess of the Void. If not the scent of your blood, the shininess of your glow would attract dark things like him to you.

You had shrunk back in response to the strong presence he held, not realizing tears had flowed down your face until he commanded you to wipe them away. When he had told you to follow him, you had weakly pushed yourself up, using the sound of shifting armor as your guide through the dark. He had taken you back to the modest cabin, cold and nearly as empty as the world outside. He had left you by yourself, your wings fluttering nervously as you tried to see more than blurred darkness. When he had lit a dim light, you had instantly flocked towards it while he kept his distance. You had crowded around the greenish-yellow flame like a moth, staring at it as if it was as angelic as you were.

His rough hand was firm around your shoulder blade, pushing you into a seat near the flame. He stood behind you, as if using you to shield him from the light as he bandaged the fracture in your wing quietly. You had sat still, watching the flame dance on the candle wick. The light illuminated your face in a ghastly light, creating intense shadows against the features of your face. When he had pulled away, you turned to look for him, only to be met with pure black. You reached your hand out tentatively, pulling it back when you had met the cold metal of his armor. HIs own hand reached out to you, centimeters away from your face so you could see it.

Your delicate fingers brushed over the calluses on his hand and in a gravelly voice he had asked you, how pretty, innocent you, found yourself an injured bird in such a dark place. With his adapted eyes, he had seen the darkening of your cheeks and the wounded look in your eyes. You had looked away, a half-hearted excuse of getting lost leaving your plush lips before asking him for his name.

He answers begrudgingly, a low grumble that you have to strain your ears to catch. You find it only fair to tell him yours in return, and Miguel lets the word circulate into his head until it's fully memorized. The name suits a gentle creature like you he thinks, a soft symphony of syllables that are yours to own. It sounds like church bells and birds chirping, something that's shunned in the Void. The natural greed that fuels his body wants to lock you up and keep you for himself.

Instead, he shoves the lantern into your hands, a silent demand to follow him as he walks towards the cabin’s entrance again. You two walk through the barren land, your small form following him as you stare at the more clearly defined shapes of the land. When you begin to slow or stray too far, he lets out a slow rumbling noise from his chest that draws you back to him. He doesn’t seem particularly annoyed when he does it, but he isn’t exactly happy about it either.

You follow him until he stops, your distracted mind almost causing you to crash into him. You peak out from behind him quizzically, holding your lantern up only to find it useless. Even though Migurl stopped a good distance away, the light of the holy city is visible. A delighted smile makes its way onto your face as you look up at him, a silence thanks for his kindness. He doesn't look visibly affected, but his unmoving heart stutters in a single kick.

You wordlessly walk out from behind him, taking a few steps forward before stopping and running back. His eyebrow raises as you stop right in front of him,a shy smile on your face as you take his hand and wrap it around the lantern’s handle with a soft thank you. You had given his hand a lingering squeeze before turning away from him and walked towards home. You had turned once after crossing out of the Void, eyes searching for a figure and a green glow, but both seemed to have disappeared into the darkness.

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Two weeks later, you were surprised to see that green glow in the distance. Based on the height of it, you knew it had to be Miguel. You took a hesitant step into the Void, then another and another until you were getting closer and closer to the light. You had stopped five feet away, close enough for the light to be an arm away, but far enough that you couldn’t see the face you’ve yet to see. It was silent for a long moment before that familiar rumble vibrated in the air. The softest of smiles came over your face as you walked closer, taking the lantern from him when he offered it to you. You lifted your arm up, letting the light travel up his form until you were looking into deep red eyes.

A stifled gasp had left you, but it held more fascination than fear. Your eyes had drunk in his features, eyes mostly trained between his glowing orbs and the twisted points that spiraled from his soft hair. He had studied you too, eyes flashing at the delicate bow of your lips and the twinkling shine in your eyes. When you lowered the light, you kept your eyes trained to the place of his own eyes as you whispered a hello. He grunted back in response and turned to make way back to the cabin. You never hesitated to follow him back.

It was in that very cabin that you spent most of your time together. Where the two of you bonded. You sat and talked, Miguel listening as he cleaned his armor or prepared you desserts made from sweet berries and cream that he bought from travelers in anticipation for your frequent visits. The first few visits acted as check ups, Miguel making sure your wing mended and had full capability. Those visits were quick and silent, but they made you anxious for the next one.

Sometimes, after being too cramped in his cabin, you would ask Miguel to show you around the Void. He always grumbled about it, muttering how the Void was, well, void of anything besides plain terrain and the occasional hut or trading stand. But he had found that there was little he could deny you, something in his body against the idea of rejecting something so bright and lively. He had discovered this trait during an earlier visit where you had asked him in the sweetest tone he had ever heard if you could touch his horns. The disapproval was on the tip of his forked tongue, but seeing the way you had blinked so hopefully up at him only resulted in the bowing of his head as your gentle hands traced the grooves of the foreign keratin.

On special days, the days where MIguel had no repentance to take care of, he would let you decorate his horns and hair with beads and accessories you had brought over and never took home. He would hold the lantern up for you so you could focus on your work, and he told you in a gruff voice about the more tamer quests he had been on. But those stories were rare and far between, Miguel finding someone as pure as yourself in no need to know about blood and death as he’s known them. But, they were fun to hear even with their heavy censorship and you absorbed every word like gospel. Honestly, you spend more time focusing on the sound of his voice rather than his words. You loved the deep calmness to his speech, wishing you had a way to record it so you could play it over and over in the hours you spent away from him.

On the really bad days, the days where Miguel had come to fetch you at the border of the Void and the holy city in more blood than usual, he would take you back to the cabin in silence and wash up before pulling you to his sofa and cradling your innocent form to his chest. The both of you would be bathed in darkness, the lantern a far away glow on the dining table as he tried to absorb your good. He would hold your head gently, breathing in your sweet scent as he played with the ends of your hair or flattened the feathers of your wings. It helped calm him down, feeling the slight pleased purr vibrate against his chest as you beamed under his attentive care. He would rumble his chest slowly in response, showing his own content. Those days you knew you had to distract his mind, letting his mind fill with nothing but the events of your day or any days you were apart. When you ran out of events, you started telling him your own thoughts. Recalling a question you have about the universe, a flower you saw on your way to the Void’s edge, how you think maybe the next time you visit you’ll bring Miguel a nice piece of decoration to hang up so his cabin doesn’t look so sad.

But no matter the type of day, no matter how many times you had visited him, he always walked you back to the edge of the Void at the same exact time. It was like clock work. It didn’t matter if you didn’t finish your story, it didn’t matter if you weren’t done removing the decorations from his hair, it didn’t matter if he hadn’t fully calmed down yet. When a small chime ran through his house, he would drop whatever he was doing, standing to give you your lantern before walking you out of his cabin. You had asked him about it a singular time, but he had ignored it. You waited, debated if you should ask again in case he didn’t hear you, but then that time happened and you dropped it. You had stayed curious about it, but you had come to terms with the fact that you’d possibly never know.

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You don’t know what compelled you to come so late. It was far past the time you would usually come, proven by the fact no lantern glow greeted you at the edge of the Void. But something in you urged you to go, your feet basically dragging you through the darkness. Luckily, the frequency of your visits made you familiar with the path to Miguel’s cabin, hand stretched out until it hit the flat wood of a door. It only took you a few pats to find the doorknob, turning it and sliding it open.

Instantly, a dark musk filled your senses. It makes your head dizzy and you grip tighter onto the knob to steady yourself. When you think you're stable enough to walk, you take a step forward only to almost trip on an overturned chair. A spike of alarm rings in your head and you can’t help the urgency powering your voice as you call Miguel’s name. In the darkness, there is a faint noise of shuffling before you yelp out in surprise. Large hands grab you and flip you on the couch, your hands shoved above your heads as the sound of deep breathing echoes in your ear. Your body instantly melts into the fabric at the sound of Miguel’s voice asking you what you’re doing here.

You try to shift your hands, but Miguel tightens his hold on them. You huff out a pout but stop struggling as you ask him if he’s okay. He doesn’t reply, burying his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling deep. His breath tickles around your neck and you can’t help the soft squirms your body makes.

“Smells s’good,” Miguel mumbles against your skin, his hips pinning yours down so you can’t try to escape. You try to stifle the gasp that builds in your throat at something hard pressing into you. When Miguel’s wet tongue glides up the length of your neck, a soft noise leaves you parted lips. Your hips buck up to push him off, but he only grounds and grounds his hips into you.

Another sound leaves you, slightly louder than before as you feel something rush into your panties. The feeling of the wetness is uncomfortable and you try to shift to relieve it. Miguel’s hands find your waist and grip hard, holding you still as you pull away from your neck. His eyes are glowing so brightly that you can see the red tint in the darkness. “It’s witching hour, y'know.

Can’t be here, ángel.”

Despite the gruffness of his appearance, the words are sweet and full of concern. If you could, you would have reached your hand up to cup his face. He looks and sounds pained. You don’t know why, but you want to help. “Are you okay, Miggy? You don’t sound so good, is there anything I can help you with?”

The honey dripping from your voice makes him grind his hips against you again. You just sound so sweet. His perfect little angel was so worried about him. Wanted to be helpful to him. So sweet and pure and innocent. So goddamn tempting. And, like he said before, he can never deny you. He can’t deny you. Who denies help from an angel anyways? Definitely not him. Definitely not when you can help.

His hand reaches down and cups under your pretty white tunic, a gasp leaving you when he cups your clothed sex and the heel of his palm presses the wetness against your skin. A deep moan leaves Miguel at the dampness, his hand rubbing it eagerly. “Yeah, you can.”

Before you can ask him what it is he needs help with, you feel too long fingers slip under your panties. Your body instantly tenses as Miguel teases them along your entrance, more slick rushing from you to coat his fingers. He tries to push them in, absolute surprise coursing through him when your walls don’t instantly give to take them at the same time. He tries to ease the tips of them, but still gets nothing. It frustrates him. You’re so wet, he can see you glistening before him. Fuck, you hips are even pressing back into his hand. So why can’t you take his fingers?

Then, it hits him. His sweet little angel is a virgin.

He grows impossibly harder at the thought. You really are pure. His tiny little angel, untouched and pure. All for his taking. His eyes trail up your body, looking into your confused face. Poor thing doesn’t even understand what’s happening. But, it’s okay. Miguel, he isn’t mean. He may be a demon but he isn’t mean. He’ll take care of you.

“Need you to spread your legs f’me, doll. Spread your legs and relax.”

You obey so beautifully. You don’t question or hesitate. You only do, only please. Your legs spread for him and he watches the way your tunic bunches around your waist. The sight of your drenched cunt is downright heavenly and he can’t help but lick his lips. His hands glide up your legs until he’s helping you keep your legs open. Gently, he bends down and places them over his shoulder until he’s face to face with your practically see-through panties. He licks a long strip up them, tongue swirling around your poked bud. Your lips instantly buck up in response and your hands find his horns for support.

He chuckles at you, studying you as he pushes your panties to the side again. He licks another strip up you, your slick collecting on his taste buds. You taste as sweet as you smell and it’s driving him wild. The grip on you tightens as he prods at your entrance. His tongue is wet and warm and causes you to feel things you didn’t even know were possible. Your hips lift in response, and you cry out when Miguel slips his tongue into you.

The buckling of your hips is instinctive as his tongue dives in and out of you, occasionally playing with your clit. Your eyes are threatening to roll back as your hands tighten around Miguel’s horns to aid your movements. “M-miguel…what are you..?”

Miguel’s own eyes roll back at your clueless question. You don’t even understand what’s going on, but here you are desperately trying to ride his face like a fucking succubus because you feel that good. A deep groan vibrates against you as he eats you out more desperately, drinking up everything you’re spilling out. In response, you keep letting out the prettiest of noises. If this is what it's like to go to church, Miguel just might consider being stricken down for the chance to hear your moans.

Your legs begin to shake, trying to fight Miguel’s strong hold. Your body quivers and twists, head thrown back as you try to stop whatever it is building inside of you. “Miguel…stop, wait!”

Your begs and pleads are absolute music to him, He can feel the clenching of your walls, and he tries to ease a finger into you to hold them apart. His fingers slip in easier than before, but it still has resistance. But the moment he’s knuckle deep and curls, you’re crying out as you finish. Miguel’s eyes snap up to you, watching drunkenly as you twitch. He slurps everything up, moaning into you as he sucks your lips. He pulls away with a pop, placing a gentle kiss onto your sensitive clit as you try to breathe. Your chest rises and falls, sweat making your tunics stick to your body and become transparent in some places. You’re nipples peek through the fabric, and Miguel sucks them until they’re clearly seen under the garment.

He finally reaches up to your face, kissing your cheek to call you back to him. Your eyes are hazy as you turn to look at him, a small film of satisfaction coating them. The sight makes Miguel smile, nuzzling his nose against your skin to breathe in the lingering scent of sex and sweat on you. You smell absolutely divine and he can’t help but palace a slow kiss to your lips. Your own lips are clumsy, not really knowing what you’re doing. You just follow Miguel’s example and whatever your brain is telling you is right. But Miguel seems to be enjoying it, pressing his lips harder against you and humming.

You’re the first to pull away, a gasp ripping from you as you feel his finger slide back into you. He wiggles it around, stretching your walls out in preparation for something bigger. You whine against his lips. Hips shifting when he pulls it out of you. But soon you feel the warmth of something larger poking at your opening. Your eyes meet Miguel’s glowing ones, a silent question in your eyes.

Miguel presses a soft kiss to the corner of your eye as he begins to push in. His hand tilts your head to the side, his face looking down at you as your own twists in discomfort. “This is gonna hurt for a second, sweet angel.”

Before you can ask what he means, his hips snap forward. A scream begins to leave your throat, but it dies once Miguel surges towards your neck and bites down. The pinch of something painful hits you before it all dies down into a euphoric numbness. A soft moan leaves you as Miguel slowly thrusts in and out. He pulls away from your neck, giving it a quick lick and kiss before taking your arms to wrap them around his neck loosely. He kisses your cheek again, moaning at the coppery smell of blood that begins to feel the air as he stretches your hymen.

“That’s it. So fucking good for me, good girl.”

Even in your dazed state, your body glows under his praise. A slow hum leaves you, and you arch your back into him. Miguel’s hand slips to your lower back, pressing your skin into his body and he begins to speed up his thrusts. Each snap of his hips brings shockwaves of pleasure through you, and it isn’t long before you feel the familiar build up in your body again. Miguel groans as your walls tighten around his cock, teeth grinding together as he pushes through your tight walls. With another sharp thrust, you're moaning out again as you release.

Miguel continues to work you through it, working at your clit to make it last longer. You whimper in appreciation, body pressing up into his fingers for more. He chuckles at the involuntary movement, working you even after your body jolts from oversensitivity. His fingers and his thrusts don’t stop until he feels his own pleasure beginning to form its peak. WIth a few sharp thrusts and you moaning his name, he spills his hot seed into you. The feel of it filling you makes you come again, hips lifting and pressing into his pelvis to keep it all into you.

Miguel rubs soft circles into the skin of your hips to help you calm down, pressing kisses to your shoulders and muttering praise. He pulls out slowly, his cock an ombre of pink to creamy white cum as the same mix drips from you. His fingers fuck it back into you absentmindedly, only stopping when you cry out softly. He gives you time to rest, leaving to get a soft cloth to wipe you down.

Midway through his cleaning, you hand lands to his arm. He looks up at you questionably, watching the dazed look beginning to leave your eyes. But he can’t help the wide smile that forms on his face as you ask: “Again?”

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