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st4rymoon · 1 day

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𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎' 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

• 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 .ᐟ 𝟏𝟖+ .ᐟ

- college AU, a little stalker/hacker Mig :3, best friends to lovers, 18+, unprotected sex, manhandling, degradation, language, talks about porn, size kink

Not proof read I’m lazy rn….

Miguel had a tendency to snoop, it was just in his DNA. Especially when he realized the late night studying and friendly chats were making him see you in a different light.

He knew it could be bad and ruin your whole entire friendship with his selfish need to be more than friends but that never stopped him from catching onto things you liked.

How wasn’t he supposed to imagine ruining a pretty little thing like you? He towered over you and he knew it would be more than easy to toss you around and mold you in his hands.

He always went out of his way for you, you were his best friend after all so why wouldn’t he want to make sure you enjoyed being with him?

That smells good, next thing you know Miguel had himself a brand new cologne. He knew it was desperate to say the least, changing himself for you to see him in a different perspective.

That's why the day he came over one night and noticed your computer out on the kitchen counter he couldn’t help but take a peek. After all, you are his best friend.

He scrolled through your tabs, his expertise with computers coming in handy when the big input password button popped up on your screen while he tried to look through your history.

He watched the door to the restroom, his shoulders going stiff he heard you yell from inside “I’m gonna take a shower real quick I’ll be out in a few”

Everything was falling perfectly into place. Was this a sign that he should keep going? Gosh he knew it was wrong snooping through your history but it was served to him on a silver platter. How couldn’t he??

He replied with a yeah and went back to your computer. A smile curling on his lips as he managed to get past the password block.

A bunch of useless links, books, school, school. Ugh. He scrolled with a bored look until he saw something he didn’t expect.

Twitter? He perked up at the link name and clicked. His cheeks went red at the screen in front of him, plastered in the screen was full on porn. The video of a man twice the size of his lover, fucking her onto his bed like a mad man. It was rough, animalistic, and yet so intimate.

He scrolled through the links, another, and another. He watched hypnotized as he picked up the patterns, was it a coincidence?

You seemed to have a lot of videos with men who have obvious size differences, dark brown hair, honey tan skin, broad buff builds. All very similar to him.

The days after that night he was obsessed with seeing what other coincidences he could find. It wasn’t difficult to log into your account so why wouldn’t he just have another quick skim?

He could see your Twitter through his phone, his fingers scrolling through your saves. I love when men wear grey sweats, such sluts he read on one of your bookmarks.

The next day Miguel confidently walked into your apartment for movie night, your weekly rituals. Your mouth almost went dry when Miguel walked in with grey sweats and a tight black gym shirt on.

Your eyes darted off of him in seconds but the way your eyes widened didn’t go unnoticed by Miguel. He told himself he wanted feasible conformation, he needed undoubted proof that he wasn’t making this up.

And oh did he get proof.

He felt like this was a dream, he thought he was the one who would surprise you but oh he was wrong. You were a needy little thing and he was hypnotized. He watched you in admiration as your hands rested on his chest, riding him like a goddamn stallion.

Miguel really didn’t know how it got to this, he felt like he was in a different reality. He blinked up at you dumbly as he grounded himself back into reality, his hands touching and squeezing you just to make sure this was all real.

“Fe- feels so good” you gasped, his conformation that it was all real.

Miguel moaned in bliss as his hand slipped behind your lower back, giving him enough room to flip you onto your back. “All those videos saved on your Twitter, pft. You’ve got me now, I’ll fuck you in a head lock if you want it bunny. Jus’ like those filthy fucking videos you watch. Only difference is you won’t have to fake an orgasm” he seethed as he fucked his length deep into your tummy.

“Yes yesss yes” you hummed as he spread your legs wide, his behemoth body hovering over you felt like a shield protecting you from everything other than this moment. Neither of you had a thought other than each other, the stretch of you cunt making him dizzy and the way he broke you in had you drooling.

Your eyes were rolled back into your head as he manhandled you to your side, his hand reaching to lift your leg up to his side. The new position making you let out a pitiful whimper as he nudge at your gummy cervix.

It was so much. He was pounding you into the couch with such force that it was almost screeching across the wood floor. “I l- love it love it soo” you cooed.

“Lo sé mami, ya lo sé. Te gustan los hombres que son groseros contigo? Los hombres que te cojean sin respecto” he seethed. You nodded dumbly at his words, your cunt fluttering around him at the cruel tone he spoke in.

Miguel couldn’t believe he’s got his own little porn star now since you had all those damn videos saved, he’d make sure you deleted that damn app.

You wouldn’t need to get off on anything other than him.

#smut #marvel smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader

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kissitbttr · 5 months

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high sex with miguel would be 100% it

he has you on top of him, hard cock stuffed inside of your velvety walls as your shared backwood tucked in between his teeth, jaded eyes looking up to you with both love and lust.

“that’s it mami, aw fuck” the whine he lets out is something you take pride in, knowing you’re doing a wonderful job. his grip is forceful. fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “f-feels so good, fuck fuck fuck. tightest pussy I’ve ever had”

with a breathless giggle and a lazy smile, you continue to roll yourself back and forth in a slow pace. watching how his jaw hangs open slightly, eyes fixated at the way you move but constantly flicker up to stare at your beautiful jaded eyes,

“you’re slurring baby” you softly moan, palms resting on his broad chest, fingertips tracing along the lines of his fresh scar, “am i riding you that good?”

he nods, mouth watering at the sight of your tits bouncing ever so lightly. “uh-huh, y-yeah—mierda! how the fuck is your pussy still this tight”

a smirk spreads across your face, switching to move your hips in circular motion, earning a low grunt from miguel. his head rolls back in pleasure before his hand coming up to give your ass a loud smack making you jump slightly, a chuckle rumbles off his chest when he sees your reaction,

“mhmm, i love your cock, papi” he loves it when you whine, especially when you continue to fill his ears with angelic moans and have your eyes shut. “fill me up so good—i might just cum right now“

miguel continues to knead your ass while the other move to pinch the white blunt with his thumb and point finger, taking a drag out of it deeply before putting it on the bedside table,

his both hands then move towards the back of your neck, pulling you down harshly so your naked breasts press against his chest before smashing his mouth onto yours. he licks the bottom of your lip to pry it open, exhaling the puff into your warm mouth as you accept it,

“you’re taking me so well, mi vida—always such a good girl to me.” he then lower his hands, wrapping them around your waist before snapping his hips onto you, causing you to moan loudly into his mouth,

watching how your eyes screwed shut and face contorts into a far more euphoric expression is making him eager. especially with how wet your cunt sounds right now, he continues to pick up the pace. brutally fucking you with his cock as he makes no plans in giving you a break,

he decides from now on, fucking you while you’re high is going to be the top priority,

“but it’s my turn”

i’m not a slut, so i wouldn’t know how high sex works

(i am 1000% a slut, i love being fucked while high)

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagines

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luxbub · 4 months

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pussy drunk nerd!miguel

+18 minors DNI

a/n this is kinda rushed cause i wrote it in like five minutes and im too lazy to edit it, also not proofread!

nerd!miguel who couldn’t get enough of your taste once he ate out your pussy

nerd!miguel with who things started when you manipulated him into agreeing to do your homework in exchange for a blowjob

nerd!miguel who’s dick turned out bigger than you thought possible, he could barely fit into your mouth

nerd!miguel who begged you to let him do more of your homework and continue on with your deal

nerd!miguel who broke the scale for coming the most times in one night once you allowed him to fuck your ‘tight’ pussy

nerd!miguel who’s next goal was eating you out, and once he achieved that goal everything became on background for him

nerd!miguel who could only think about you and your cunt. He was in class trying to listen to the professor, but instead thinking about how good your pussy tastes. He was showering, thinking about your pussy. Suddenly once he got a taste that was all he could think about, every hour, every minute, every second.

nerd!miguel who was obsessed with your cunt

nerd!miguel who’s head you had to pry out of between your thighs from the overstimulating pain his magical tongue was causing you

#nerd miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fanfiction #🫧bubbles writes

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gay-dorito-dust · 11 months

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Would you be willing to write a Miguel x Spider!Reader oneshot where they’re arguing over something the reader did on a mission. And in the heat of an argument, Miguel yells “Because I love you!” at the perfectly wrong time, revealing why he cares about the reader’s safety.

‘What the hell was that back there. You could’ve jeopardised the whole mission with that reckless stunt you pulled back there!’ Miguel barked, ripping off mask the first moment moment he could; Hellfire were setting ablaze to his beautiful scarlet eyes that were zeroed in on you as the anger, the frustration upon his face became prominent the more he closed the distance between you.

‘When will you let this go, Miguel. When we became Spider-Man we knew the risks that we were running with-‘ ‘so you thought it’d be better to take a running head start by taking the leap and then diving headfirst into them?!’ Miguel cuts you off and with an indignant huff he adds, ‘you don’t get extra points for being reckless, this isn’t some little game that you can just come back to when you feel like it. No, what we do is a full time commitment with no room for last minute deviations just because you were feeling more heroic.’

You grit your teeth. You respected Miguel, you truly did and at one point in time you wanted to do right by his little rule book of how to be a great hero. However you soon learned that it’s better to play by your own rules rather then it was to play by those made by others and slowly but surly found a method that worked for you. For no two methods were the same when it came to protecting and saving people but if they both end in the same conclusion, then no one should be able to raise an issue with it. At the end of the day you and Miguel saved people from a much bigger problem if left unchecked; so why was it that all of a sudden he had an issue with your methods?

It never upset him this much before, so why now. Did he think you as incapable? As unreliable? As untrustworthy to fully let you handle a situation on your own? Whatever it was it only proved in pissing you off despite your semi-injured state; you didn’t care that you’ve gotten hurt, you’ve gotten hurt plenty of times before and he never once batted an eye or exemplified his emotions as he did as of right now. You could barely get a read on the guy as he stood mere feet away, chest heaving even though he wasn’t out of breath, eyes wide and his hair slightly disheveled from the way he had torn off his mask earlier.

And yet you couldn’t help but find him beautiful in his anger, for it was like witnessing the makings of a Greek tragedy; beautifully written, yet so heartbreakingly tragic.

‘Why does it matter?’ You spat, getting up, despite your injured leg’s desire to buckle beneath the weight of not only you but the situation at hand. You saw the briefest movements of Miguel’s arms almost stretch out to instinctively catch you but stopping midway through the motion before going slack at his sides once more; as though remembering why he was mad at you in the first place. ‘It never mattered before, so why does it matter now? You don’t hound the others for doing it so why is it me that’s getting shit on for doing the same when I ain’t the first to do so!’

‘Because I love you!’ Miguel exclaimed.

The silence afterwards was almost deafening. Miguel’s outburst quieted you quickly as a thousand and one thoughts raced in your head; how long? why now? Was this merely a ruse to silence you so he could badger on at you for your supposed mistake? You didn’t know what to make of anything anymore now that he said that. You didn’t want to believe it for starters on the basis that not once had he ever shown interest in you, if anything he made it apparent to push you away or avoid you entirely from any and all interaction, and even when he did it was comprised of short responses that left the attempts at conversation to die as an overwhelming awkwardness forced you into leaving him be.

‘What?’

‘I love you.’ Miguel repeated, softer this time.

‘I get that but why-‘ ‘haven’t I shown it until now? As stupid as it sounds but I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me and look where you are,’ he gestured to your injured state, ‘hurt because of me.’ He adds defeatedly. You were about to open your mouth when Miguel raised a hand, indicating that he wasn’t finished, ‘I know I haven’t given you any reason to believe me when I say that I love you. I avoid you like the plague and I push you away whenever I see you starting to get too close and respond in a clipped tone of voice so that you’d loose interest and move on to talk to someone else.’

He stopped talking to move in closer to you, grasping you by arms with a firm grip as all the anger in his face seemingly having been melted away. The raging hellfire that once consumed his scarlet eyes in their entirety had been diminished to that of dying ambers, unveiling his admiration, his worry, his guilt and most importantly, his love; the sneer now long gone was replaced by a softer more tender expression that didn’t hide away the worry lines that were deeply etched into his skin. ‘I don’t deserve you, I’m not worth having you because sooner or later you’ll see me the way I’ve always seen myself and I’d rather you be as far away as possible when that happens.’ Miguel said, making sure he was maintaining eye contact with you the entire time to prove that he was being wholeheartedly genuine, not wanting to lie to you about something as personal as his feelings; He’s done that for long enough, Miguel knew his breaking point was upon the incline and seeing you act the way you did during the mission only fast forward it.

‘Yet for some inexplicable reason I can’t stop myself for wanting to protect you, to make sure you’re safe, to make sure that you never come to harm. At first I thought it was because I was looking out for a teammate, making sure you didn’t slip up and cause more potential problems for the rest of us, making sure that you didn’t let a single perpetrator slip but soon I learnt it was far more then just simply looking after a teammate...’ Miguel paused to blink away the images regarding of the nightmares he’d get concerning you, which were few and far between but those times were enough to suffocate him with fear. ‘It was something more and I grew scared, I grew scared because I know what it’s like to loose it all but for some reason I also knew that loosing you would just be the nail in the coffin for me.’

Miguel admits as he presses his forehead against your own, his hands trailing from up your arms until they’re caressing the skin of either side of your neck between calloused thumbs. He closing his eyes and allows himself to breath you in, reminding himself that you were here and that he managed to get to you before anything else could, that he kept you safe, not from all harm but at least from some of it and that was good enough but he knew deep down that he needed the do better. ‘Don’t make me imagine a life without you,’ he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours just that tiny bit harder as his fingertips found their home where your pulse points were to remind him that you weren’t gone completely from his grasp, ‘for I don’t think I’m strong enough to withstand that reality.’

‘You don’t have to.’ You told him softly, lifting your hands to caresses the skin of his cheeks and feeling him effectively melt within your hold. ‘Not anymore.’

#spiderman atsv x you #spiderman atsv imagine #spiderman atsv #spiderman atsv fic #spiderman atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagines #Miguel o’hard fic #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderverse x reader

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milequaritchsslut · 11 months

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can u do aftercare w/ miguel? ty!!🤍

He’s be such a sweetheart omg

Aftercare with Miguel O’Hara

Warnings: Mentions of sex, fluff, Princess Treatment, slight fingering, breeding kink (?), teasing, Miguel being the sweetest fiancé ever!

‘You did so good mami’ he cooed from above you, hands caressing your flushed cheeks. Eyes filled with love for his one and only, his precious little girl. He pulled out of you, cock dripping with his seed as he smiled down at you.

‘You know your my little princess right?’ He asked softly, voice dripping with affection and warmth. He watched as his seed seeped out of your tight cunt and onto the sheets. ‘The pretty girl is making a mess’ he teased as his fingers pushed the rest back in as he admired your face twisting, another soft moan falling from your lips.

‘Mhm—that’s a good girl’ he smiled down at you, fingers slipping out of you effortlessly as he placed a loving kiss on your flushed cheeks. He slowly sat up, walking into the bathroom, he grabbed a damp cloth and walked back in. ‘It’s all nice and warm for you ok baby?’ He reassured as the cloth made its way down to your cunt. Wiping away any fluids left below, rubbing the palm of your hand as he cleaned you up. In turn calming down your tense nerves, relaxing at his touch as you let out a soft sigh.

‘You feel better princesa?’ Placing the wet cloth in the hamper and crawling next to you. His hands made their way to your waist and pulled you onto his lap. Your small legs cuddled in between his lean and muscular thighs. ‘Mhm’ you smiled softly, cuddling into his chest, feeling so warm and protected by your fiancé. ‘Love you so much’ you whined out kindly, eyes fluttering closed as you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep.

‘Sleep tight mami’

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#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel

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huboi · 4 months

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men with big titties

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

imagine coming back from work etc. all stressed and just overall feeling like absolute shit, only for you to be met with the sight of your hubby’s titties out, nipples hardened

yes, they allow you to squish their titties as if they’re stress toys, you can squeeze ‘em, put ‘em in your mouth, shove your face against ‘em

whatever makes you happy

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

╰┈➤ miguel o’hara, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, kento nanami, al haitham, kaeya alberich,wriothesley, arattaki itto, tartaglia, capitano, uzui tengen + your faves <3

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screamforyani · 11 months

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cariño

warnings ↠ dubcon-ish?, enemies with benefits, handjob, edging, implied intercouse towards the end

a/n ↠ i know this is very out of the blue but i watched atsv and i cant get miguel out of my head

wc. 1.1k

“untie me,” hissed miguel, fangs jutting as his blood-thirsty eyes followed you.

you let out a hollow laugh the second those words escaped his mouth and met his penetrating stare. to say you and and miguel were enemies would be an understatement. there was something about this guy that irked you in the worst way, but could also turn you on like no other.

the feeling was mutual. you’d never admit a word of this if it wasn’t - not even to yourself. you and miguel had a weird thing going on, the sort of thing where the line between hate and lust grew thinner with each dark, loathing stare he shot you.

maybe you’d had his cock in you a couple of times. twelve, to be exact, though not that you were counting (because you totally weren’t). not your proudest moments, but the sight of him on his knees, tangled in a weaving of webs made you forget it. his muscles bulged with every endeavor to free himself from your little trick. which was hilarious, because if they were any tighter, they’d burst right through his spandex.

not that you were complaining.

“hm, let me think about it,” you hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “no.”

“i said - untie me. now,” miguel roared, as if it would make any difference.

you crouched before him, pouting. “what’s the matter, spider-man? can’t handle other people telling you no? you don’t get to be the boss of everyone, cariño.”

you waved your finger in his face, to which miguel responded to with a lean forward as if he were going to bite your wrist off, but you were too quick.

“woah there, bitey,” you taunted. “get it? that rhymes with spidey. hilarious, don’t you think?”

miguel spat, “you annoy me.”

“it’s a pleasure,” you said, merely grinning. then, you pointed to the extended talon behind his back where his hands were tied, asking, “can i borrow that? thanks.”

you used his talons to poke a hole in the lower half of his suit, promptly tearing at the spandex until the hole expanded. miguel wasn’t exactly pleased, not yet anyways, barking, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“more than you deserve,” you whispered, widening the gap until his half-hard cock was freed. that you inevitably already saw. for obvious reasons, it was difficult for spider-men to conceal their hard-ons. “you guys freeball under these suits? that’s crazy. i mean, not that you’re gonna catch a hard-on fighting the spot, but you never know. i mean, what if some really sexy villain just hits… the spot. get it? the-”

“the spot. yes, i get the joke. shut the hell up,” miguel grumbled, irritated.

you giggled. his annoyed face was too hot. of course, you were riling him up on purpose.

licking a line down your palm, you gently grabbed his cock, stroking him in your hands while looking him in his angry eyes. you saw his features tense, the part that didn’t want to be angry surfacing. the part that wanted to be relieved.

that was all that was wrong with this cranky guy. he just needed some relief in his life, and who better to provide it to him than you, the spider-person he never wanted on this team in the first place but took in because jess had insisted you could be useful. and you were, in more ways than one. not that miguel would ever admit that, though.

“fuck,” miguel grunted, writhing again, though not in an attempt to escape. you knew how to pleasure him and that was your saving grace, but you also knew how to tease. “could you be any slower with that?”

“i could, actually. watch this,” you retorted, now pumping him in no particular hurry. you had time to waste.

your leisure movements were killing miguel slowly. literally. he groaned, “well, could you go any faster?”

“i could,” you repeated with a lilt. “but you’d have to say the magic word.”

“go faster!”

you gave him a mocking frown. “i don’t think that’s it, o’hara.”

“do i have to?”

“do you want to cum?”

miguel winced his eyes closed, heaved a huge sigh, and huffed, “please, go faster.”

“wow, you hit the lottery,” you said, quickening your pace. you loved watching his brows furrow with pleasure, sweat beading at his face.

miguel bit his lip, wanting to be mad at how you satisfied him. it reminded you of when he was buried balls deep inside of you, his weight resting on top of your chest while his teeth clamped into your shoulder, not for the purpose of extracting blood but to smother the sounds of pleasure that escaped him when your cunt was squeezing his dick. almost like he would rather die than let you know you were good for something.

it didn’t matter, though. the telltale signs of arousal manifested themselves in plentiful ways from his body, like the taut ache in his pants when you turned him on a little too much. he got so hard for you, it was ridiculous.

and you were having a ball (you were tempted to make a joke, but resisted for his mental sake). there was something about having an insanely large, strong man who could potentially crush you to smithereens squirming at your mercy. it made warmth spread through your chest and the slyest grin curl onto your lips.

miguel’s hips were thrusting into your palm, an obvious sign that he was on the brink of climax. you’d come to know it by now - he started to lost control, the reins slipping out his hands. and you loved it. you loved how he was a slave to his urges and not the other way around.

“you almost there?” you asked, in spite of being fully aware.

miguel offered you no words, but the look on his face and his unstill, restless body said enough.

that was when you got the bold idea to withdraw your hand at the very last second, depriving him of what could have been. his wrath was instant. you saw his hips flail in a desperation you’d never seen of him before, his fluttering eyes snapping open to cut at you.

“oopsies,” you sang, smiling innocently.

that was the very last straw for miguel and he broke out of your restraints, having enough of playing weak. you gasped, caught off-guard when he switched on a dime, throwing you against the ground and hovering over you. you parted your lips to speak, but he was quick to shoot a web over your mouth.

“you talk too much,” miguel growled, cutting your own spandex with his talons, and was pleased to find you were very wet. he fixed himself between your thighs, leaning into your ear to whisper, “and for the record, nobody decides if i cum, cariño.”

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel ohara smut #miguel o’hara imagines #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse

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lizispunkk · 2 months

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Guys he’s so beautiful I cannot anymore chat

#miguel o’hara blurbs #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #nathan bateman x reader #orestes x reader #poe dameron x reader #steven grant x reader #miguel o’hara imagines #oscar isaac the man you are #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac fluff #oscar isaac x reader

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whereireid · 10 months

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˚ · . 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓

୭ 🧷 ✧ 𝟑,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: miguel o’hara × fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unestablished relationship. nsfw content: smut, p in v, heats, breeding.

“That’s it,” Miguel praises, his teeth softly grazing your neck, his eyes fluttering shut in appreciation as you mewl, attempting to get closer to you. “Come on, dulce niña, milk me like I know you can.”

Strong hands grip your hips, urging you to continue. Miguel beckons you closer, his teeth scraping your pulse point, his softly, bristly hair brushing against your slick folds which each desperate rut of your hips. He’s making you work for it — of course he is, because you’re the one that’s in heat. He’s not your boyfriend, and he’s not your lover; simply put, he’s just somebody whose more than eager to help you with your needs.

“Miguel, please,” you breathe, your slick painting his cock white, your ring of arousal glistening in the dim light of his bedroom. The curve of your ass slaps against his hips as you continue to bounce again him, your mound of your ass jiggling as you rut, growing closer and closer to your orgasm. “Please cum inside of me.”

The heat inside of you blazes like an inferno. It’s not enough — it never is, and yet it’s all you’re allowed. You need him to breed you, the fire inside of you only dulled by him, and you tremble as you await his response.

A smirk paints his lips. His fangs pierce your skin, his eyes glazing over with his own form of lust as he snarls out, “how could I say no to such a sweet girl when she’s in heat?”

The squelching sounds of your cunt echo throughout the bedroom; a soft mewl slipping past your lips. Miguel allows you to continue bouncing — and without warning he finishes, as your walls flutter and clench down around him.

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s41l0rm00nz · 11 months

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can u do a Miguel O’Hara fic where we peg n babygirl him and just spoil him 😩😩

Massage Therapy

miguel o’hara x reader

sypnosis: miguel is stressed from a long day of being spiderman and what better way to relieve that than by giving him a massage?

cw: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, pegging, miguel is babygirl (and stressed), soft dom!reader, beefy man getting a massage from his gf, afab reader, reader uses a strap, fingering (male receiving bc prep is important!!), miguel gets oiled up (i’d pay to see that irl), miguel has a praise kink that goes both ways, miguel calls reader mami bc thats hot idc., also u both speak spanish (miguel more than reader (had to use google translate 🙏 so pardon any mistakes.)), no specified looks for y/n, kinda short after care?? idk, big strong men r always submissive at heart, u guys were in the shower for a little bit, these r a lot of cw

jay i’ve been procrastinatin mb stink hope u like this xx

miguel sighed as he grabbed the spare key under his front doormat. He was sweating, his muscles ached and he couldn’t help but groan as he entered his apartment.

his mind was clouded with sleep and the intention of getting to his partner as his large frame walked towards the bathroom, already hearing running water from the shower he slipped in. the mirror was covered in steam and miguel quickly undressed.

he pulled the shower curtain back, a scream irrupted from the girl in the shower. “fuck, miguel!” she gasped, a hand was over her heart as miguel chuckled.

“lo siento, mi amor..” he grinned, cracking his back and stepping under the shower stream and sighing pleasantly. he grabbed her love handles, head handing low as the shower water rushed over him “te extrañé, mi vida.”

she hummed, giving him a soft kiss on the lips when he bent down. “i missed you too,” grabbing the soap she squirted some into her hand then took the time to rub it all over her body. “how was saving the universe?” she smiled

“día agotador. as usual. today was… more tame though.” he cracked his back before moving her under the stream and stepping back.

“jesus, miguel.” she cringed at his loud cracking. “when was the last time you had a massage?” she washed the soap off her diligently, brows furrowed as she tried to look at miguel through the water.

he sucked in his breath, the dates becoming to cluttered to remember. y/n huffed through her nose.

“you need to take better care of yourself if y’re going to be doing this spider-man stuff.” she reprimanded, clicking her tongue while her eyes narrowing at him, clearly upset from the way he was ‘taking care’ of himself.

“m’sorry.” he groaned quietly, snaking his hands around her waist. “let me help you, mi hermosa..” he soothed, washing off any left over soap on her to help get back in her good graces. his rough hands smoothed over her body with precision, gripping her ass when he was done.

y/n leaned into his touch, “one of these days i’m gunna give you a massage, hun. your knots have knots.” she could feel the stress and pain in his shoulders from where she was standing. “you deserve it,” she turned grabbed the soap and sprayed some in her hands. she roamed and mapped out his body, watching the way it glistens up his body with desire.

“i’ll keep your word for it.” he gave her a cheeky grin, fangs flashing.

you were always one to live up to your promises.

“okay, qué están haciendo?” miguel asked with a little chuckle. “i’m at your mercy, mi amor.” he was sat on the bed, no clothes on with a smirk on his face

“put your head here and relax for me, miguel.” y/n patted a singular pillow on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare at every bit of him. once he settled she grabbed the massage oil, rubbed it in her hands then began to spread it along miguel’s body.

in all his glory miguel layed in your shared bed, naked and lathered in oil. his face was smooshed into a pillow as y/n worked methodically on his back muscles. she gasped at the knots she felt under his skin.

“y’re so tense, miguel. you’ve been working so hard, hm?” every crack, push, and movement with y/n’s hands had miguel moaning with pleasure.

“joder, mami. you feel so good.” he sighed into the pillow, letting out a deep groan when she touched a specific spot. “fuck-“

“feels good doesn’t it?” her voice was sultry when she whispered in his ear, enjoying the way he shivered. “my big mans’ been working day and night. maybe i should’ve done this sooner.” she grinned, cracking a spot on his back that had him moaning loud.

“ah..-“ he moaned. “ay dios mío- yes that feels good so good, mi amor.” his voice was shaky, “that was the spot.”

“good, good..” she mumbled, her massages traveled down to his lower back to a spot she knew was sore. she pressed down and heard a good crack come out. every moan or noise he made was like singing praises to her. this was about miguel tonight.

“you know me so well, love. you’re like an angel right now-“ his voice and compliments became more broken the more he massage. “s-so good.” miguel could already feel himself becoming way less tense the more she worked. but there was still another tense spot he was starting to sport, and it was hard not to notice.

“jeez, miguel.” y/n snickered, feeling miguel up as she smoothed her hands over his back. “that good, huh?”

all miguel could do was grumble, “well-“ he sighed. “i do have an incredibly beautiful lady on top of me-“ he moaned when she massaged his shoulders. “so i’m just- responding to that.” he grinned.

“very responsive, indeed.” she teased, “want me to take care of that for you?” she smoothed her hand over his ass.

“i wouldn’t say no to that.” miguel chuckled, “love it when you take care of me like that..”

“i know you do.” she hummed.

…

“y’know..” she trailed off, grabbing the oil and dabbing some on her hand. “we haven’t filled this up in a while..” she traced and rimmed his hole, the smile on her face was almost contagious.

“you’re a tease.” miguel snorted. “but you’re right, we haven’t.” he relaxed deeply into the pillow. “makes me wonder what else will be joining us tonight..” he laugh was deep in his chest, grinning at the idea they shared.

“well, tonight is about you. wouldn’t be bad if i took care of other places then your back.” she pushed a finger in slightly before removing it.

“oh my,” he sucked in a breath. “well if the offers on the table, i would like the sound of that.” he chuckled.

“it is definitely on the table,” she peppered kissed along his back, staying in a few spots as she pushed her finger in slowly. “i need to prep you though first, okay?”

“soy todo tuyo, mami. do what you must.” his voice shook with a groan, relaxing more and more into the bed as she fingered him. he let out a deep whine as she curled one finger.

“m’gunna add another, okay?” she removed her finger and watched as his hole gaped slightly as she added oil to her middle and point. she slowly pushed into his hole again, his moans egging her on to go deeper.

she pulled out her fingers and right as they were about to escape she pushed them back in. “you’re so tight, miguel. ease up a little.” she massaged his thigh with his other hand, she fingered him slowly, moving her fingers in a beckoning motion.

“fuck- oh, cariño, te sientes tan bien.” miguel mumbled, his cock rutting slowly into the bed.

y/n snorted, pulling out slowly. she got up and went into their closet, shuffling around before finding a shoe box with plenty of things shuffling around in it. she opened it up and grabbed a particular item before stalking back towards miguel’s submissive figure. she fixed the strap-on to herself before settling back into her original position and spread his cheeks.

“this is going to hurt a little.” she mumbled into his ear, voicing soothing. “but you can take it, miguel. you always do.” she praised, rubbing oil on the strap-on then lining it up his hole. she placed soft kisses all along him as she pushed in, his breathing was heavy while his moans turned into soft whines of pain and pleasure from the depths of his throat.

once she was settled she pulled out slowly. going all the way to only the tip in then slamming in him at a medium pace in prone bone position.

he was slowly falling apart on her cock, fangs bared and claws clinging to the sheets and throaty groans unraveled from his mouth. each thrust was deep, prodding at his deepest parts. a hand was on his lower back to not only keep him in place but to hit farther, to that specific spot that had him screaming all those nights ago and it was y/n’s mission to get him to that point. she wanted to spear him on her cock like how he’s done for her. she sung praises in his ear, enjoying his pleads and fuss on how good it feels. how much he needed this. how much he loves you.

it was all sweet, y/n snaked her hand under him to toy with his cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip and using his precum to jerk him off. it was intimate, what miguel craved for.

“e-estoy cerca de correrme,” miguel stuttered out. “i’m close- so close, cariño.” his hips shook with fevor as y/n’s pace of thrust became faster.

“go ahead, mi amor.” she kissed him gently, slipping her tongue inside him as he started to come. “that’s it.” she whispered, finding joy in his moans as her thrust lackadaisically slowed. “doing so good for me, let all your stress leave.”

she let him catch his breath before pulling out. he whined at the feeling, bucking his hips deeper into the sheets. “roll over for me, love.” she kissed his shoulders gently, helping him roll over before taking off her strap-on. she made her way to the kitchen and filled a glass with water to give to him.

“that felt amazing, mi amor..” he stretched gently, sitting up against the headboard and drinking the water.

as he drunk the cooling liquid she used a warm rag to wipe wherever his cum sprayed along with the sheets, mumbling how she’ll wash them in the morning. she placed soft kisses along his back and chest, smoothing her hands over every battle scar and mumbling praises into his skin.

…

“did you enjoy yourself?” his words were soft as he pulled her close to him.

“of course i enjoyed myself, i was taking care of you.” she said in a light voice, kissing still trailing along his skin.

“mhmmm, you always know how to make me feel good.” his voice was hoarse and his hands were lazily trailing her body. “you’re simply the best.”

she grinned at his compliments. “are you trying to butter me up right now?”

“maybe, is my flattery working?”

“nope.” she chuckled. “are you aching anymore?”

“no, i feel a whole lot better actually.” he shuffled under the blankets with her, enjoying the warmth they shared. “gracias, amor mío.”

“for what?”

“por todo eso. i needed it.”

“of course, mi niño grande.”

…

“what?”

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truetogaia · 11 months

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I couldnt help myself, I've fallen into the Miguel trap..

# pairing : miguel o'hara x gn!reader

# genre : smut, 18+

# warnings : depictions, explicit n mature content, p in v, just a drabble

Miguel’s rough, large hands roam your body, caressing the soft skin, gripping and squeezing at the plush of your hips and ass. His hot breath tickles your neck as he pants into the curve of it, lips pressing sloppy kisses on the burning skin of your collarbone and shoulder. His heavy cock drags in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, a teasing smirk plastered on his handsome features as your pathetic whines and moans fill his ears.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy. Let me hear how good you feel, hm?”

His grip on your waist doesn’t falter, no matter how hard you try to move your hips and bounce on him. His fingers trace patters into the back of your neck before he grips your hair by the roots, tugging at it as your back arches further.

“ah ah, don’t be so eager” he coos, hot breath fanning against the skin of your jaw, lips ghosting over yours as he stills inside you. His chest rumbling as he chuckles at the broken pleas and sobs that escape your kiss-swollen lips.

“What was that? Ohhh.. Mhm.. Ask nicely and I just might…”

#marvel smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o'hara #Miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara #smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut

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st4rymoon · 8 months

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𝘕𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦

Context: overstiming miguel

༉‧₊˚. Miguel O’Hara x Fem Reader

“Pl- please baby ah- oh fuck” Miguel was a moaning mess as you sat on your heels and on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth.

He’d been begging you for this so there you were, giving him exactly what he asked. Your hand wrapped around his base perfectly as you bobbed your head up and down, sucking his tip softly while watching him squirm under you.

You’ve been doing this for the past 30 minutes and Miguel had came in the first 2. Already on his 5th orgasm, his face and chest were drenched in sweat. His face flushed red from the large gasps of air he was taking from the feeling of your tongue trailing down his veins.

You hummed in accomplishment as you heard him babbling to himself. His shaky moans and whimpered no puedo más making you smile.

Now that he was under the same thing he regularly put you through, you wondered if this was why he loved doing it to you.

Glaring up at the way his stomach clench and jaw tightened whenever you’d take all of him inside your mouth just to slurp back up his cock and suck on his tip was mesmerizing.

Miguels hands were fisting the sheets, his eyes trained on you as the mix of spit and his cum dripped down your chin and onto your chest. “Fuckkk” Miguel’s head flew back and a loud moan spilled from his mouth as you hollowed your cheeks and picked up the perfect rhythm.

His hands moved up to your head, Miguel grabbed the loose strings of your hair and held it up for you. He smiled down in bliss as he watched you suck him off like it was the last thing on earth.

“Así- así así” before you knew it Miguel’s loads spilled down your throat, the warm liquid making you moan as you watched him clench his jaw and hiss. You finally pulled back, the sticky mixture of saliva and cum stringing off your face as you smiled up at him.

“I love you so fucking much”

#smut #marvel smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel ohara #miguel o hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara

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kissitbttr · 6 months

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cake testing with miguel for the wedding!

a/n: featuring a very possessive miguel

continuation from this!

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it has been one of your favorite wedding plans that you always look forward to. When your best friend got married, she took you with her to help her choose which one was the best. The caterer brought six classic flavors and both of your eyes twinkled with excitement. The same goes for your best friend. You and her almost demolished that one special raspberry lemon cake with her, since both of you have a sweet spot for fresh fruits.

You could guess which one ended up at the wedding reception.

And now, getting to do it with your soon to be husband, Miguel, just seems like a dream come true.

"So, Darla isn't gonna be with us since she's got errands to run, her assistant is going to replace her today." You inform your fiancee as he drives.

He squeezes your thigh with his hand as an answer, focusing his eyes on the road. You look up from your phone to watch him drive. A smile graces upon your lips as you think how good he looks while doing it. Furrowed eyebrows in concentration, a small pout on his lips with one hand on the wheel.

Fuck, he looks absolutely delicious.

Miguel senses your gaze on him, causing him to glance at you for a second before a grin spreads across his handsome face.

"What?"

You shrug. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Look sexy while driving"

He snorts out a laugh before making a turn. "I don't"

it's your turn to snort as you shake your head. "Humbleness is good. But God you're a liar."

"Ah, si? But you do love me, no?"

"Unfortunately" You answer, causing him to pinch the inside of your thigh making you giggle. "If we're not on our way to the boutique, I would hop on that dick right now"

He groans at that, eyes shutting briefly as the thoughts of you riding him in the car fill his mind. And seeing the seductive smirk on your face and how divine you look in that white sundress, it's already hard enough.

''Just say the word and I'll pull over mami." He's dead serious. You could see his hand gripping tightly around the wheel.

"And be late? No can do. Plus, I dressed really nicely for today and I do not want to ruin that."

"We can be quick" He tries again, smirking at you. "20 minutes top."

"Knowing you, it could never be 20 minutes. An hour and a half maybe." You point out, re-applying the gloss on your lips before smacking it. "And that's why I'm always late to work"

"You're killing me here, Y/N." He sighs loudly, pulling over to where the boutique is. "I never hear you complain about you being late when my cock is buried deep in your pussy, anyway."

You feign an offensive look as you slowly turn your head at him, shooting a soft glare. "Excuse me? What happened to getting rid of the first-name basis?!"

Yes. You made it clear from the start of the relationship that you refuse to be called by your first name anymore. It simply just won't cut it. You made sure to give him hell every time he called you that, even if he had done it by accident. Miguel was silently pulling his hair because you can be quite mean about that. Though he won't admit how you driving him insane is sexy. Like, really, fucking sexy.

it's a turn-on for him at this point.

"Shit, my bad" He parks the car as you both get ready to walk out. "Sorry baby." He leans over to peck your lips with his hand still on your thigh. The action makes you smile.

“That’s better”

Miguel gets out first, not allowing you both to walk out at the same time because he wants to be the one who opens the car door for you. Despite you telling him that you're perfectly capable of doing that by yourself, he argues with the fact that gentlemen always open doors for their women. Your heart does a somersault every time. It never goes away.

"Got everything, mi amor?" He asks as he extends his hand which you take, before shutting the door. You nod at him, and the two of you walk into the boutique hand in hand. "Dios... You look so good right now, I might just have to fuck you out here"

You gasp at that, slapping him in the chest, earning a low chuckle from him. "Easy there, tiger. I'm not going anywhere" You scold him but secretly love it when his filter's off

“How can i take it easy when your… Girls look so inviting?” His eyes glances at your breasts being pushed up by the cups of your dress, gulping at the sight. “They want me to play with them” A pout on his lips making your heart melt.

“Ugh, Miggy! please do not call them girls” You whine, shaking your head. “I thought we agreed on ‘tits’? Just tits.”

“Alright, alright fine… You’re no fun sometimes” He jokes, kissing your cheek. “Now, is this it?”

You nod, pushing your sunglasses up to the top of your head. “Darla said we can just walk right in.”

Miguel opens the door before allowing you to walk in first as he follows from behind. Red orbs scanning over the interior of the shop. It’s pretty. Lots of flowers in each corner, the paint is mostly pink and white.

“So is this where you and Darla had done the cake testing?” He asks, hand snaking around your waist.

“Yes! It’s so beautiful isn’t it? It’s like something coming out of fairytale or that ‘Enchanted’ movie we watched the other day. Darla really did amazing with this one. Though i did advice her to fix up the ceilings a bit and enhance the structure on that specific corner there.” You point with your manicured finger. “I offered to redesign and oversee the construction more. Just to help her a bit.”

He hums, squeezing your waist before planting a kiss on top of your head. “Look at you go… My little architect” He mumbles softly.

There’s no doubt on his mind that he’s proud of you. He loves seeing you work and help your friends who are in need. And that smart little brain of your is one of the things that made him fall in love with you in the first time. Jess had introduced you to him one time when he was scouting for a new architect to remodel the Spider Society’s HQ.

He was definitely entranced by your beauty when he saw you walked into his office with Jess by your side. You looked so sophisticated and elegant with glasses and the dress you had on that time. Long hair fixed into a messy bun as you shot him a smile before saying your name.

From that moment on, he was hooked. And made it his mission to make you his.

“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. O’Hara?” Both of your ears perk at the sound of someone calling your names. You see a man, who’s probably in his late 20s emerging from the back with a smile. No doubt about it that he is quite handsome.

“Hi there! How are you? My name is Cameron, i’m Darla’s assistant. And my my, Darla didn’t say anything about her client being beautiful.” He chuckles as he lets out the joke. “She said you are stopping by for the cakes?” He flashes his toothy smile at you, and only at you.

Miguel frowns, at that. That doesn’t seem professional now, does it?

You choose to ignore that comment before smiling. “Yes, we are actually! I mean, I’ve done it with Darla about two weeks ago but my fiancé haven’t. So I’m bringing him, so he can taste it for himself.” Your hand squeezing your lover’s arm that is still settled around your waist.

The man nods, smiling as his eyes aren’t leaving yours which makes Miguel even more uneasy. And the way he looks at you from head to toe makes his blood boil.

He knows how men think, and he thinks. No, he knows that this asshole is basically undressing you with his eyes.

But Miguel is not the type create a confrontation. At least not anymore now that he’s with you. So he might’ve to push those feelings aside because he knows how much this means to you.

“Well step right here, I’ve prepared it all just for you, Ms. Y/L/N” He winks, gesturing you to follow him to where the cakes have been displayed.

Is he fucking serious?! Miguel thinks.

“So 6 different flavors, yes? Chocolate Lava, Lemon Raspberry, Strawberry Champagne, Red Velvet, Hazelnut Praline, aaand Hawaiian. That one is vegan” He checks off the last one on the list. “Customer’s favorite always been the Praline or Lemon Raspberry. You look like you deserve the latter. The best reserved only for the prettiest”

Again, you ignore his comment. “Oh well i tasted the Strawberry Champagne and it was amazing. But I’m leaving it to my fiancé here, so he can choose” You look up to him and notice there’s a slight frown on his face. “Baby?”

Miguel regains his composure when you call him, snapping him out of the thoughts of him killing Cameron in his mind. “Oh. Yeah yeah. Sure. You know my taste buds don’t matter just as long my woman is happy”

He makes sure to emphasize the words ‘my woman’ just so the guy can get the picture but he doesn’t seem too bothered by it.

“Well, we’re in this together so your taste does matter, as well.” You’re completely oblivious with the soft glare that Miguel throws at Cameron’s direction. Hands softly picking the forks from the table to cut a piece,

“Here. Let’s try the Chocolate—“

“Why don’t you feed it to me, mi amor?” He asks, looking at you with a smile. “One fork for two.”

If he can’t be violent then he’s got to find a way to make sure that this Cameron fellow understands that you’re fucking off limits.

You raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Sure, papi” You mirror his expression before cutting the cake, lifting it to feed him,

He takes a bite. Eyes dead set on the man who stands awkwardly from across, gaze looking anywhere but him.

“Hm” He nods. “That one’s good. Dark chocolate is it?”

“Right?” You ask cheerily. “Darla is amazing, i swear i need them all 6.” As you turn to fees yourself with the chocolate cake.

He shrugs, wiping a bit of the frosting from the corner of his mouth. “You’re the bride baby, you can have all 6 for the wedding, i don’t mind. I got the money for it anyway.”

You smile at him, kissing his jaw. “I love you, but we can’t be too greedy now can we?” A giggle escape your lips.

Oh he knows. He just wanted to make sure that son of a bitch gets it through his thick fucking skull that you’re his.

The two of you continue to feed each other’s cakes— more like you feeding it to him to be honest— rating each and every single one. Making sure to put a mental note on whichever you prefer before coming back next week and pick one.

Miguel glances at Cameron every now and then and watches how he stays quiet for the rest of it, letting you and Miguel do your thing. Probably too scared after seeing the intimidating look on his face.

“Gotta say, Strawberry Champagne and Chocolate one are amazing.” Miguel points, rolling the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. “You sure have a great taste, cariño. Confío en ti con todo.”

“Gracias, mi corazón” you put down the fork back on the table, smiling up at Cameron. “That’d be all i guess, yeah? But i think we’ll be back next week to pick one for sure. Will Darla be here?”

“She hasn’t said anything about it but uh, i-i’ll make sure” He stutters a bit, smiling nervously and trying to avoid Miguel’s death stare.

“Okay then. Well, thank you, Cameron for assisting us today. We have to get going now, still have a lot to work on” You offer a polite smile to his direction. “Shall we get going?”

Miguel nods, eyes still fixated on Cameron. “Yeah sure. But uh.. Can you wait for me by the car? I just need a few words regarding with the cakes with Cameron”

He’s not letting this off easy.

You watch how his eyes trained to the young employee, scrunching your brows as Miguel turns to look at you with a soft gaze. “It’ll be just a minute, baby.” He presses a reassuring kiss on your temple,

“Okay” You nod, smiling softly. waving a hand at Cameron before walking towards the exit. Soon as you’re out of their sight, Miguel turns his gaze back on Cameron. The young man looks like he’s about to piss in his pants.

The two stands in silence for a while as Miguel looks at him up and down.

“You ever gotten your ass kicked, Cameron?”

The question throws him off guard. Eyes widening while his mouth hangs open.

“S-sir?”

“It’s a question. Yes or no.”

“Well uhm, n-no sir” Cameron shakes his head. “Wha-“

“You do know that me and my girl came as a couple, yes? Or are you fucking blind?” Miguel’s eyebrow raises at him, arms crossed over his chest.

“I see that, Mr. O’Hara. I-i didn’t— I’m sorr-“

“You flirt with every customers? With their soon to be bride? Or is it just my woman you’re after?” He clicks his tongue against his teeth.

“N-no, Mr. O’Hara.”

“No as in what?”

“J-just her, i-i mean your woman.” He nervously confesses,

Miguel lets out a dry chuckle. “Let’s get one fucking thing straight, kid.” He leans forward, balling his fists before resting them on the table

“If you ever flirt with her, look at her or hell, if you even think about her when we come back next week, i will make sure no one remember how you look. And trust me when i say that this is not a threat but it’s a promise. Understood?” His voice laced with venom as he points his finger at Cameron’s chest who gulps,

Nodding quickly, he answers. “Understood.”

“Very well” Miguel retreats, taking a bottle of water from the table. “Stay away from my wife”

With that he walks out of the boutique, breathing out a heavy sigh, unscrewing the bottle cap before taking a gulp.

“How’s the interrogation goes?” You speak up with a playful smirk. “Did you manage to make him piss?”

He looks at you as he walks towards the car, shrugging. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” He replies.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms. “I saw you, papi. You almost kill the kid.”

“Again, i don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiles innocently, both arms snaking around your waist to pull you close. Seems like a good kid. So i didn’t say anything”

A laugh escapes from your lips, one that he loves most—besides your perfect moans— “I know you, O’Hara. Like i said, a bad liar.”

“Alright fine, you caught me” He holds his hands up in defense. “He’s lucky i didn’t punch him.”

“That would be a sight for sore eyes.” You tease. “You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, right? Ain’t any other man could possibly steal my heart like you did three years ago.”

“Yeah well maybe if you stopped looking so fucking beautiful with your big pretty eyes and soft pouty mouth, then maybe men wouldn’t try to chase you off and i wouldn’t have 50+ competitions” He complains. But in reality he doesn’t mind.

“Oh excuse me, Mr? You don’t think i got one too?” You ask him through your lashes since his physique is towering you. “I had to put your ex back in her place at the Gala we attended three months ago, you remember? Slimy bitch.”

He laughs hard at that, head shaking at the memory of you confronting Dana was truly one of the unforgettable moments he has of you. “So, what’s next on the agenda?”

You look back at your phone before replying, “Seating arrangements on 112th street. Now this, we can use that 20 minutes up for something else since they’re running late.”

Miguel’s eyes harden as your finger running up and down his chest. “You mean—“

“Offer still stands. Want me to ride you while we wait?” You chew on your lower lip, gazing up at him and giving him your best doe eyes.

“Baby, if i ever said no to that question… Please feel free to grab my gun under my desk and shoot me in the head” He states, making you laugh as you throw your head back.

This feels like shit :/ I’m sorry but i need to clear out a few WIPs in my drafts

Though i still hope you all like it!

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara imagines

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gay-dorito-dust · 11 months

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possessive miguel o’hara has me in a chokehold

Possessive!Miguel trusts you but not those you interact with because he knew what every one of them were thinking upon looking at you because he thought the exact same thing.

Possessive!Miguel who’d watch from his hubbub as you interact with the others in the spider society under the guise of doing something else. It completely fools everyone but not Lyla, who would often catching him stealing glances and noting how his jaw clenched when the person you were talking to decided to get a little too comfortable.

Possessive!Miguel who’d definitely leaves bite marks scattered about your body when he’s feeling particularly possessive and would hide away any article of clothing that would allow you to cover them up so that people would get the message that you were taken. But when he noticed that some had healed, he takes up the task of replacing them with more marks.

Possessive!Miguel who is your shadow, following you whilst keeping a distance, thinking he was merely watching over you, which he was but one too many times had he followed you on the pretences of looking out for your well-being, when it was just him making sure to keep you within his line of sight, sending him into an almost feral state when you seemingly disappeared before his eyes.

Possessive!Miguel who only got possessive when he’s faced with the possibility of eventually loosing you one day to someone who truly deserved your love. It’s fascinating for Miguel when he’s aware of the moment his protectiveness became possessiveness towards you; Yet despite how possessive he may get, Miguel never lets it go to darker places where he would be pushing and pushing you away into the arms of someone else.

Possessive!Miguel who’d holds onto you really tight, face pressed into your neck, whispering ‘you’re mine,’ ‘there’s nobody that you’d rather be with then me,’ ‘I need you,’ ‘you belong to me,’ ‘don’t leave me when I still need you in my life,’ ‘see the way you fit within my arms? It means that we were meant to be.’ And so on like a mantra that you didn’t know who it was made for, you or himself for reassurance.

Possessive!Miguel who’d may or may not keep you inside the house when he feels as though something bad was encroaching and his first instinct was to assure that you were safe, even if it meant keeping you locked inside until further notice but he makes sure you have everything that you require until the danger passes over.

A/n: I kinda ran out of stuff to put here and this might seem a little lacklustre but at least I tried and gave it an attempt. Plus half of this probs ain’t within the realm of possessiveness but eh.

#spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv x you #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman atsv fic #spiderman atsv imagine #spiderman atsv imagines #spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #spiderman 2099 x reader

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jinnieminniemoon · 4 months

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Training: Day One

🔞 Mature Content! DNI if you are under 18 🔞

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader

Summary: You love your boyfriend so much but you can’t fit his dick inside you no matter how hard you try. He comes up with the solution:

A week of training.

Warnings: size kink (kinda), overstimulation, forced orgasms, fingering

Word count: 302

AN: I’m so excited! This is my first ever fic. I hope it isn’t too bad, tell me what you think.

It’s not your fault you’re tiny.

It’s not your fault your boyfriend is huge.

But it’s partially your fault that you’re in the situation you’re in now. Laying on the bed you and Miguel share with your legs spread open wide and sobbing.

“Fuckkkk. Slow down, Miggy. It’s too much.” Your boyfriend has been stuffing you full of fingers for the past who knows how long. It could have been thirty minutes, could have been three hours, all you know is that you’ve been coming over and over again. It’s all part of his plan to get you to finally be able take his giant cock.

With a full foot and a half of difference between both your heights, you’d always known taking his cock would be a challenge. So Miguel, being the sweet and caring boyfriend he is, devised a plan.

He was going to train you for a week, starting with his fingers and smaller toys, slowly working your way up to taking his cock. And because he begged you so sweetly, you agreed.

Worst mistake of your life.

“Come on baby, you can take it.”, he shoves another finger into you. You cry out.

“Shhh. Come on, be good for me and take it. I know you can.”, he gently rubs your inner thigh to calm you down. It only riles you up more.

“Can’t take it. Too much.”, you whine out, clearly overstimulated.

“I know, I know. But you gotta take it. You want to be able to take my cock, right?”

You nod, you so desperately want to take his cock. “Want it. Need it.”, you babble repeatedly.

“Then you can take it, gorgeous.”, he starts moving his fingers a little faster.

You’re in for a long night and a long week.

Too bad it’s only Monday.

#smut #marvel smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara blurbs #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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Babysitting and Training

➥ summary: Peter asks Miguel and (Y/n) to watch Mayday for him

➥ Miguel O’Hara x Reader

➥ a/n: This is so random, lol this just came to me honestly :) also mayday is aged up by a few years I’ll say the oldest being 3 or 4

Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man, was facing a predicament. He needed someone to watch over his daughter, Mayday, while he attended to some pressing superhero duties. He turned to his friends Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) and (Y/n) Williams, also known as Spider Lily, for help.

"Guys, I really need a favor," Peter said, a touch of desperation in his voice. "MJ doesn't want Mayday going out on missions yet, and I can't take her with me. Can one of you watch her for a few hours?"

Miguel, who was in the middle of analyzing a complex algorithm on his holographic screen, looked up with a sigh. "Sorry, Peter, but I'm swamped with work here. I can't take time off right now."

(Y/n), however, gave Miguel a playful nudge, offering a reassuring smile to Peter. "Don't worry, Peter. We'll definitely watch Mayday. We can take a few hours off from our superhero duties."

Miguel raised an eyebrow, turning to (Y/n) with skepticism. "Are you sure about this? We can't just drop everything for babysitting duty."

(Y/n) closed her eyes momentarily, her aura exuding a sense of danger that made Miguel flinch. Despite her sweet smile, there was an unmistakable warning in her voice when she spoke. "Yes, we will, won't we, Miguel?"

The hint of danger in her voice left no room for argument, and Miguel quickly nodded, feeling a little uneasy but not wanting to provoke (Y/n) further. "Right, of course. We'll watch Mayday."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for their help. "Thank you both so much. I'll drop her off at your place in a few minutes."

(Y/n) chuckled, her demeanor returning to its usual lighthearted self. "No problem, Peter. We'll make sure she's in safe hands."

As Peter left to prepare Mayday for her time with (Y/n) and Miguel, the two superheroes shared a glance. Miguel couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and apprehension towards (Y/n). Her powers as Spider Lily were fascinating, but he knew firsthand that she had a formidable and dangerous side when provoked.

(Y/n), on the other hand, turned to Miguel with a teasing grin. "Come on, Miguel. Babysitting can't be that bad. Plus, Mayday is adorable!"

Miguel chuckled, appreciating her positivity. "You're right. And we've handled worse threats before, so babysitting should be a piece of cake."

As Mayday arrived, Peter thanked them again and assured them that he wouldn't be long. (Y/n) and Miguel waved him off, both feeling a mix of excitement and responsibility. It wasn't often they got to spend time with a young superhero in training.

•••

As Peter brought Mayday to Miguel and (Y/n), the young girl clung tightly to her father, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Daddy, I don't want to stay here. I want to be with you!"

Peter crouched down to Mayday's level, trying to comfort her. "I know, sweetie, but I need to go on a mission to protect the city. I promise I'll be back later to pick you up."

Mayday's cries persisted, and (Y/n) stepped forward, offering a reassuring smile. "Hey, Mayday, don't worry. We'll have so much fun together. I'll make sure you have a great time while your dad is away."

Still teary-eyed, Mayday glanced at (Y/n), her lip quivering. (Y/n) noticed the sadness in the young girl's eyes and knew she needed to distract her. In a playful and enchanting voice, she started to sing:

"Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of shadows"

As (Y/n) sang, she began to dance gracefully on a spider web, her movements mesmerizing and filled with the magic of her powers. Mayday's sobs subsided, replaced by curiosity and wonder. Her eyes were drawn to (Y/n)'s dancing, and she started to sway along, captivated by the melody and the magical atmosphere.

(Y/n) continued to sing:

"Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way

Through all the pain and the sorrows

Weep not poor children, for life is this way

Murd'rous but just in its way"

The enchanting melody and (Y/n)'s gentle presence began to soothe Mayday's fears. She reached out and touched the shimmering spider web, smiling through her tears.

"Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of shadows"

As (Y/n) finished the song, she knelt down next to Mayday, brushing away the last traces of tears. "You see, Mayday, we can have fun together while your dad is away. We'll go on little adventures and have the best time ever."

Mayday sniffled, still unsure, but the combination of (Y/n)'s caring presence and the magical display had lifted her spirits. "Okay... maybe just for a little while."

(Y/n) beamed, giving Mayday a gentle hug. "That's the spirit! You'll have a blast, I promise."

Peter, witnessing the heartwarming scene, felt a surge of gratitude towards (Y/n) for her ability to comfort his daughter. He gave her a grateful nod before quickly hurrying off to attend to his superhero duties.

•••

As Mayday and (Y/n) played around, their laughter echoed through the room. They spun imaginary webs, practiced swinging, and shared stories of their heroic adventures. But soon, Mayday's excitement waned, and her eyes grew teary again as she thought of her dad.

(Y/n) noticed the change in Mayday's demeanor and exchanged a knowing glance with Miguel. Determined to distract the young girl, Miguel stepped forward and gently took her hand.

"Hey, Mayday, how about we do something really cool? Your dad is an amazing superhero, and I can train you to become a future superhero too!"

Mayday's eyes widened, her tears momentarily forgotten. "Really? You'll train me?"

Miguel nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yup. Just because you can't go on missions with your dad right now doesn't mean you can't start training to be an incredible spider woman."

(Y/n) chimed in, her enthusiasm matching Miguel's. "He's right! We can have our own little training sessions right here, and you'll be ready for action when the time comes."

Mayday's eyes sparkled with newfound excitement, and her tears dried up completely. "I want to learn, just like my dad!"

Miguel and (Y/n) laughed, delighted by Mayday's enthusiasm. They started a makeshift training session, teaching her basic moves and techniques. Mayday followed their instructions eagerly, her determination shining through.

As the training continued, Mayday's confidence grew. She tried out new moves, mimicking her dad's web-swinging and (Y/n)'s graceful acrobatics. Her laughter filled the room again, replaced by excitement and a newfound sense of purpose.

"You're doing great, Mayday!" (Y/n) encouraged, her eyes sparkling with pride. "You're a natural!"

Miguel nodded in agreement. "Keep it up, Mayday! You'll be a hero just like your dad in no time."

As the day went on, Mayday's training sessions with Miguel and (Y/n) became a regular occurrence. They turned each day into an adventure, honing Mayday's skills and inspiring her with stories of heroism and bravery.

With each passing day, Mayday's bond with Miguel and (Y/n) deepened. They became her mentors and confidantes, guiding her on her path to becoming the next generation's spider woman.

As Peter returned to pick up Mayday, he was surprised and touched to see the strong bond that had formed between his daughter and his friends. He watched as Mayday excitedly shared the new moves she had learned, her eyes shining with pride.

"Thank you both for taking care of her and training her," Peter said gratefully to Miguel and (Y/n).

"It's our pleasure," (Y/n) replied, beaming. "Mayday is a natural hero, just like her dad."

Miguel nodded, a sense of fulfillment in his heart. "She's in good hands, Peter. We'll make sure she's ready to take on the world."

With a heartfelt thank you, Peter left with Mayday, knowing that she was in capable hands with Miguel and (Y/n). As they waved him off, Miguel and (Y/n) exchanged a knowing glance. They had found a new purpose, not just as superheroes, but as mentors and protectors for the next generation of heroes.

With each day that passed, Mayday's training continued, and her bond with Miguel and (Y/n) deepened even further. They had become an inseparable team, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, they were shaping the future of heroism and ensuring that the legacy of Spider-Man would live on through the young and courageous Mayday Parker.

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