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bluesidez · 17 days

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Can’t get Firefighter Miguel out of my head because of the Miggy discord.

content warning: nothing but fluff...for now 😗

word count: 1.3k, not proofread

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Imagine you’re trying to get into baking or something and you’re not used to your oven AT ALL.

Cherry pies? Ruined.

Apple fritters? Apple crisps.

Chocolate chip cookies? Charcoal chip cookies.

Brownies? More like burnt brownie brittle.

Your process would be going so well until it was time to actually put your dessert in the oven and it was like your oven plotted against you.

You set the right temperatures. You pre-heated. You even placed things in the right part of the oven. How is it that everything goes wrong?

The only desserts that saw the light of day were the no-bake ones. You’re not sure how much more no-bake cheesecake you could take anymore.

The day that really sets it off is the day that you attempted to make a simple vanilla birthday cake. Your friend’s birthday was coming soon and you wanted to gift her one of those cute bento cakes.

Your icing is finished and delicious. You’ve been practicing the decorations all week and they were pretty cute! The cake just a few more minutes left to bake, then you could take it out to chill.

As you’re piping a bag of baby pink icing, you look up to see that the room is a little foggy. You turn in a panic and notice puffs creeping from the oven.

“No, no, no!!!” you cry as you turn to open it.

You can’t do anything but cough as a ton of smoke hits you in the face.

Your cake on fire. Orange and yellow light illuminating the oven.

You panic as the fire seems to grow brighter once it hits the air.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!”

Where was your fire extinguisher? You tried fanning at fire with a towel, but to no avail. You couldn’t even get to the knobs to switch the oven off.

You step back, terrified. You felt like sobbing watching the flames take over. Why aren’t the sprinklers on?

By the time you run out of your house, the fire alarm decides it can sing its tune. You call 911 with a shaky voice, hoping they can get here faster than your alarm decided to make itself known.

You stand outside peeking through your eyes as you could see the flames grow near your kitchen window.

Thankfully the firetruck makes it in time, the firefighters working quick to get inside.

One of them asks is anyone else inside and you shake your head no, thankful that it was just you.

It doesn’t take long for them to put it out and come back outside.

“Are you ok?,” one of them comes to ask you. You look up to this tall, dark, and handsome man. He’s sweating a bit obviously from the summer heat and the fire as he takes his helmet off. His hair is curly and dripping. You ogle him a bit, watching his chest move up and down.

“Do we need to call you an ambulance?” he says, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Oh! No! So sorry, I’m still a little…winded from everything,” you say, embarrassed.

“Ok, well as long as you’re fine. Do you mind telling me what you were doing?” he asks.

You cast your eyes down. Here was such a fine man standing before you and you had on pajamas and a frilly maid apron with flour splattered on top.

“I was trying to make a birthday cake. As we can see, it completely failed,” you reply. “I don’t know what happened. I followed every instruction. The oven was set at 350 degrees.”

He tilted his head at you as you whined away.

“Is this the first time that something like this has happen?”

You shake your head no, “This is the 3rd burnt dessert in a week.”

“Hm. Well I’ll have the crew here check it out.”

An hour and some change later, one of the firefighters tells you and the tall glass of water, who learn is a captain named Miguel, that you have a damaged gas line.

“You’re really lucky that you were only getting blackened sugar. One more cake and that could have been the end,” Miguel says to you with hand on his hip and another on your shoulder. “And also, never open the oven if there’s a fire. If this happens again, turn the oven off and wait until it dies down.”

You felt your head nodding, heart beating at how awkward everything felt.

Miguel looked down at you again, “Do you have anywhere you can stay over night? Or until I can get someone up here to get this gas fixed?”

“My grandma lives a couple of streets down,” you say, cheeks heated at his intense eye contact.

“Tell you what, how about you settle there for the night and I’ll come back personally to help you grab your belongings tomorrow morning?”

“That would be amazing! Thank you so much. I’m sorry for all of this,” you gesture to your house.

“It happens. Nothing you did here was your fault. Besides, I’m the captain. Fighting fires is what I do. Now, how about a ride in the truck to your grandma’s?”

You feel giddy when he practically pulls you in the truck. No seats are left so you have to settle for sitting on Miguel’s lap, heartbeat racing.

The other firefighters try to hide their smirks and snickers watching their captain hold you so softly in his arms. One big bump in the road has you clinging to him to not fall off.

You straighten back up, embarrassed by the little slip. Miguel chuckles at your actions.

You pretend not to hear their wolf whistles as he guides you to your grandma’s front door.

Miguel knocks firmly, waiting with you until she opens it.

She’s about to fuss at you for not stopping by sooner until she looks up at Miguel.

“And who is this?” she says, a bit shocked.

“My name is Captain O’Hara. I just wanted to drop your grandbaby off. Had a little baking accident.”

Your grandma listens to Miguel as he explains the situation calmly and professionally. It doesn’t stop her from fussing over you, grabbing and turning you to check for any damage.

“I’m ok grandma. I just have to stay here while my gas gets fixed.”

She thanks Miguel profusely, “Son, what’s your favorite food? I’ll have it made and sent down there for you.”

Miguel laughs heartily. You’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to answer that until he beats you to it.

“Whatever your specialty is, I’ll take it,” he says with a sweet smile on his face and holding your grandma’s hands.

“Cap! We gotta another fire at the college dorms. Someone burnt noodles in the microwave again,” a firefighter yells from truck.

“Well if you all can excuse me, duty calls!” he says and runs back to the truck.

“I can’t believe you burnt a cake! Haven’t I taught you better? And you know you’re making him that food, right?” your grandma says as you step inside.

“Grandma,” you say, affronted. “It was the oven, not me! And he might not want to even eat what I make after this.”

“Hmph,” she says, with a click of her tongue. “Well, you better get ready to use this kitchen here. You need that man as a husband.”

“Grandma.”

“I have some ham hocks in the freezer, some turnip and mustard greens. I think the church sent me some potatoes. We need to go to the store too. You gotta get him through his stomach.”

“Grandma!”

There was a silence as you and your grandma stared at each other.

“So are you thinking pork chops or catfish to go with the side dishes?” she said, grabbing a pencil and an empty envelope.

You just groaned and crumpled in your chair.

divider by: @benkeibear ❤️‍🔥

the grandma convo is heavily inspired by my own grandma lol. tagging @miguelhugger2099 @kit-and-wolfe @huniedeux @ugh-ok-fiyn because I want y’all to see this 😗

#love lab drabbles 💊#Firefighter!Miguel ❤️‍🔥#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara x gn!reader #miguel 2099 #spiderman 2099 au #spiderman 2099 x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #x black reader #miguel x black reader

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beatificwrites · 10 months

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MIGUEL O’HARA BF HEADCANNONS! ✦✦

content: mild cursing, gender neutral reader

i tried to proofread but i did rush to write this at 2am so !!

miguel o’hara as your boyfriend would:

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be territorial. always has to let those around know that you’re his and only his. there’s always a hand on your waist or lower back. if he’s feeling even friskier, a hand on your ass for sure. his grip must always find a subtle way to tell the world you’re his. he’s professional and serious, however those hands seek to be the opposite, especially in front of others, which has costs your bashfulness every time.

miguel o’hara as your boyfriend would:

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love physical touch. speaking of his hands, they can’t be off of you for a single minute! for sure when others are around, he carries this whole tough boss guy persona and his hand must be on his partner to let everybody know they’re his, however when it’s just you two in the office, he’s a tough boss guy who must embrace you from behind with lips ever so slightly grazing your neck and looks as smitten as ever while doing it.

he especially loves it when you sit on his lap while he taps away at the holograms. he gets to take care of business all while having his arms tightly wrapped around you.

miguel o’hara as your boyfriend would:

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always call you “mi tesoro” [my treasure] or “mi vida” [my life]. no matter what mood he’s in, he’ll always have the heart to show you the affection you deserve. you love the way the terms of endearment roll off his tongue and he adores how flustered you get every time.

peck on the cheek, “te amo, mi vida” before leaving for a mission. or, “hola, mi tesoro” as his lips curl into a smile before sharing another welcoming passionate kiss with you.

miguel o’hara as your boyfriend would:

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find the time to fry you fresh empanadas for lunch. just once probably because he’s a very busy man who must take on the burden of saving every multipleverse—yaddah yaddah yaddah. he brought up that he knew how to make them once and ever since then you wouldn’t stop pestering him until he gave in and took the time to make you your favorite things for lunch.

so, you’re with him at your shared apartment as he fries you a batch of the very anticipated miguel empanadas in a silly pink apron—that’s two sizes too small for him—you made him wear. your teasing him the entire time and he’s muttering endlessly in spanish under his breath. he promised to make you the food if gave him a massage everyday for the rest of the week, but you set your foot and said you’d do it only under the condition he wear the silly apron.

they were surprisingly delicious, i mean not that you expected they would taste like crap, but wow your boyfriend can actually cook!

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oceisastar · 10 months

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miguel x chubby!reader … i just want miguel to grab onto reader’s fleshy hips and bury his face in their tits while he fucks them :( is that too much to ask,,,,

MDNI (gn!reader; softness, romantic sex, Miguel being obsessed w chubby!reader’s body)

I just know he loves it when you sit in his lap while he fucks you.

miguel isn’t always a man of many words, but knows how to convey everything he’s feeling with a look. those eyes... those eyes. sometimes, he loses control. eyes going red, fangs poking out of his mouth as he digs his fingers into your hips, forcing you further down onto his cock. all you can do is sit with your mouth open, desperate and helpless as you throb against him.

he kisses up your arms, lingering at the palm of your hand, holding his lips there for a moment to remind you how much you meant to him. to steady his heartbeat, and yours.

“cariño,” he breathes. a simple word, but it tells you so much.

he wants you to go boneless against him, to completely rest your body weight on top of his. rely on him. it makes him feel needed. after all, he needs you.

and when you get overwhelmed, bury your head in his chest. he gets awful embarrassed but his cock loves it. always perks to attention at the prospect of your mouth around his nipples.

he’s obsessed with positions where you’re facing him. wants to see you and your body at all times—don’t hide anything. not from him. he wants every piece of you, every part of you.

#I didn’t write stuff abt the chest bc it makes me dysphoria so we’re gonna play w HIS chest #dysphoric*#ats #ats smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x gn reader #miguel o’hara x gn!reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x genderneutral reader #miguel o’hara x chubby reader #chubby!reader #chubby reader #ats x chubby reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara thirsts

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 10 months

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Venom

Pairings: father Miguel O’Hara x gn!teen!venom!reader, Venom x teen!reader

Imagine: what it would be like to be Miguel’s son and a spider-man along with venom, spider-venom? Idk guys

Warnings: mention of death, mention of parent death, mention of injuries, father Miguel O’Hara, idk what else, not proofread

A/N keep in mind the first part of this is before Gabriella died. Second I am aware that Miguel has a son somewhere out there in the comics, third don’t mind me referencing Moon Knight in some parts, lastly this is actually based on one of my ocs, but I made this fic x reader instead :)

Side note: I did imagine reader to be male (like my oc is) but I made it gn!reader so that everyone can read it

You lived on earth-TRN1042 (is that the name, it was when I searched it up, might be wrong tho), with you father Miguel O’Hara and your sister Gabriella O’Hara

Your canon event as tragic as it is was to watch as your father died — which would eventually lead you to become Spider-Man

You’d been bitten a few days prior and was still adjusting to the whole power thing

But we are getting ahead of ourselves, Here’s the thing Miguel (earth-928) lost his family on his earth and when he found out a way to go into other earths he found your earth. The one where he still had a happy family

His original plan was to just watch from afar, but when your father died, Miguel made the rash decision to take your fathers place, which didn’t go as smoothly as he thought, after all you had watched your father die

At first you thought you were going crazy when you first saw Miguel, apparently he’d been with your sister all day. You didn’t trust him one but, you knew for a fact your father was dead so when you saw him playing with Gabriella and her dolls you were in shock, you’d told Gabriella to go to her room, once she did the interrogation started, you’d felt your father take his last breath so you sure as hell would find out who this imposter was.

“Who are you?”

“I’m your father”

“No, no, no, no, I watched my father die, who are you?”

Miguel knew you wouldn’t stop your interrogation until you knew what was going on, this led to him giving you a long explanation about different earths, his family and everything in between, how he got his powers and literally his whole life story, only to ensure that you would let him stay, he wouldn’t stay against your wishes

You let him stay, not only because you knew what loss felt like, but you hadn’t told Gabriella yet and you didn’t know how you could tell her that her actual father was dead, and it would prove to be good to have an adult raise your little sister with you, so you let Miguel stay, eventually you saw him as your father too, Gabrielle being none the wiser when it came to her fathers true identity.

The first time you called Miguel “dad” or something alike, he was overjoyed

Miguel didn’t really enjoy you going out to beat bad guys up but he never told you not to, he knew why you did it so he never stopped you, and he used to do it so it would be kinda hypocritical of him to force you to stop, instead he’d be at home, and every time you snuck in through your window you could find Miguel in the living room ready to patch you up, telling you of every time for being reckless and getting hurt so many times

Don’t be offended when he calls you an “reckless idiot” (he’d probably say it in Spanish though) when you get home nearly half dead (Miguel might of overreacted a bit)

It was around this time when you started to get memory gaps from time to time, some fights you didn’t even remember how you defeated the enemy, and some days you woke up in an alleyway, (kinda like Steven in episode one of moon knight)

Before it all went to shit I’d like to think that Miguel gave up on the spider-man part of him and was just a single dad with his two kids working a boring job — not at Alcehmax, he won’t do that mistake again

You all lived rather peacefully for the most part, you’d help Gabriella get better at football/soccer, going to an ice cream shop every time after one of Gabriella’s matches, loss or win didn’t matter there was always ice cream after a match.

And then in a single day it all got taken away from you, in just a couple of minutes all you had ever known was gone

Your whole earth started to disappear along with the people in it, you’d been out on your daily spider-man patrols when it happened, you saw your father/Miguel running with Gabriella and so instead of trying to stop whatever was happening — or more like knowing you couldn’t stop it as you had no clue what it was — you went into the direction of your family.

And when your sister disappeared you didn’t know what to do anymore, Miguel at least able to think somewhat took your hand and soon enough you were on earth-928, and from a screen you watched as your dimension disappeared into nothingness

This left many questions and problems but the question you were mostly focused on was the fact that you hadn’t disappeared

Turns out the spider that bit you had bonded (idk if this works but it does now) with a symbiote — Venom — who was from another earth, and when the spider bit you, you’d not only gained spider-powers but Venom transferred over to you and the two of you bonded, this changed your DNA and caused you to be able to coexist on your own earth along with the earth that Venom was from (does this make sense ain’t got a single clue)

Turns out Venom hadn’t made an appearance (to your knowledge and Miguel’s) because he protected you whenever you couldn’t yourself, and all those memory gaps that you had was the times that Venom had taken over (you know kinda like Jake with Steven and Marc in Moon Knight)

Fast forward a bit and you’d joined the spider-society

You had learned to coexist with Venom, it took some time but it worked out in the end, at first people would think you were crazy as you yelled at nothing (except for you you were talking to Venom who was speaking inside your mind), a lot of spider-people stayed away from you not wanting to be near Venom as he is supposed to be a villain, but when they realized you were one of the good guys they stopped avoiding you and Venom

Venom would deny it to his grave but he is extremely protective over you, if anyone hurt you he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt/kill/eat them

Miguel also became way more protective, after he lost Gabriella he only had you left and he would only send you out on the easy missions — that is until you snuck out on one of their worsts missions and got hurt because no one else new you were there — cue Miguel letting you go on dangerous missions so that you wouldn’t sneak out again and possibly die, at leas if he knew where you were he could make sure you didn’t die.

Not only did Miguel become more grumpy and strict with all the rules, you also become a lot more grumpy as you grieved your sister, and friends

And then all the shit with Miles happened but that’s for part 2,3 (part 2 siding with Miles, part 3 siding with Miguel idk which will come out first)

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daisies-daydreams · 5 months

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Husband!Miguel who surprises you by cooking dinner when you get home from work. Only you find him in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron, a look in his eyes telling you he’s hungry for something else…

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel O’Hara x GN!reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara headcanon #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara atsv #spiderman smut #spiderman atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #atsv miguel

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nixinluv02 · 3 months

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self-projecting bc my music theory class is killing me (:

also, this is my first time writing on here so pls bear with me 🫶🏼

nerd!miguel x music nerd!reader (assumed that reader can understand spanish)

cw: maybe slightly suggestive if you squint, light swearing, spanish translated from the DeepL app

You sniffle softly, looking down at your notebook paper. You look back at your music theory textbook and groan, confused and frustrated by what is asked of you. Miguel turns around towards you, his eyes softening as he fixes his thick crooked glasses and gets up from the chair.

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, leaning down towards you, placing his warm hand on your shoulder and rubbing it gently.

“You wouldn’t get it” you groan, wiping away your tears from your cheeks and setting down your pencil. “Oye, háblame” He says, picking up your textbook and notebook and setting it aside so he can sit down next to you. “Honestly, I should not be crying over music. You know I absolutely love music, what you study is way fucking harder than me” You chuckle softly, while Miguel shakes his head. “No, no. Just like how you’re passionate about your music, I’m passionate about quantum physics. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t get me frustrated, yea?” He whispers, kissing your forehead softly, making your face warm.

“I understand, thanks for listening” You hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Tell me about what you’re studying” Miguel says, picking up your textbook and looking at the page labeled ‘Two part writing & species counterpoint’. “Damn, where do I even start?” You laugh, looking over at him as you take the textbook from his hands. “Well, the assignment I was crying over was writing a counterpoint for the melodies that are given. I was crying because there’s so many restrictions I have to follow when writing it out” You huff out, about to start ranting about how boring the line you’re writing is. “Like, this time period of music is so damn boring but this professor doesn’t want us to repeat certain up and down notations so I have no idea what the hell I’m doing right now and when I go to sleep, I wonder at night why the fuck I chose to major in Music theory!” You chuckle, tears starting to well up in your eyes again.

Miguel pouts softly, unable to see you upset. “Por favor cálmate bebé, vamos a tomar un descanso, ¿de acuerdo?” He whispers softly, cradling your head as he clears your bed, putting your stuff on the floor and pulling you closer to his chest. You sniffle once more, closing your eyes as you listen closely to his beating heart. “Mig?” You whisper, your hand resting on his torso. “Yes?” He asks, his voice a bit shaky. You shift your body up, hooking your leg over his lap and sitting down on his thighs. “Could you hold me like this?” You ask shyly, lying down on his chest.

“Hell yea” He whispers, utterly whipped for you.

Translations:

Oye, háblame - hey, talk to me

Por favor cálmate bebé, vamos a tomar un descanso, ¿de acuerdo? - Please calm down baby, let's take a break, okay?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #nerd!miguel #spiderman atsv #miguel o’hara x gn!reader #oscar isaac #oscar issac characters #college!au #music theory #music

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miwsolovely · 11 months

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—‘deed i do

pairing: miguel o’hara x gn!reader (only thing used to describe the reader is “you” “beautiful” “sweet”

summary: miguel loves you so much he just cant express it

contains: cute fluff, miguel being stubborn

wc: 530 short but sweet <3

a/n: hes so cute it hurts , based off of this ask !

🎧: ‘deed i do— blossom dearie

“do i love you?

oh my, do i?“

there is so much that miguel o’hara wants to do with you. so much that it worries him that he won’t be able to complete it all in a lifetime.

he wanted to take you out to dinner in a fancy restaurant, wanted to have a picnic under the shade of a large tree, he would even wanted to sit on the grass with you to watch the stars for hours on end.

he just wanted to be with you.

take now for example, after much reluctance, he was being dragged away from his work (brooding in front of his screens as he stares into nothing) to watch a fucking rock in the sky.

“miguel, c’mon! we’re gonna miss it!”

rolling his eyes, miguel watched from behind as you continued to talk about a rock and how pretty said rock would be at night. he wouldn’t even be paying attention to it.

he would be paying attention to you.

though as stubborn as he is, he still wouldn’t admit his feelings towards you.

“help me with the blanket,” you said, hair framing your face perfectly as you practically glowed under the moonlight.

after a little struggle, you both sat down on the blanket. miguel using his arms as support behind him as you sat criss-cross.

“oh miguel look!” you exclaimed, you pointed at the sky where he followed your finger. the comet soaring through the sky—then disappearing as quickly as it came.

“oh, wasn’t it beautiful?” you said. stars gleaming in your eyes.

“yeah, sure is” he said, but he wasn’t looking at the sky.

suddenly you turned to look at him, and caught him staring at you.

“[name]—i. . .” he trailed off.

you were the only civilian who knew about him being the leader of the spider society. who knew about him being spider-man. he trusts you. he loves you. so why cant he tell you that?

simple. stubbornness. and a hint of fear that you won’t feel the same way. but mostly his stubborn-self.

“whats wrong?” you asked with a head tilt that made you look so beautiful in his mind.

“. . .nothing, i just—what do you have in the basket?” he stuttered out, mentally slapping himself over stumbling over his words.

with a chuckle, you reached in the basket and pulled out a container filled with different sweets—that you had forced him to bake with you—out.

“want one?” you asked, ever so sweet. offering a brownie in your hand to him.

“i—no—it’s okay. . .”

why does he keep stuttering. . .?

you smiled and hid a tiny giggle behind your hand as you ate.

as you weren’t paying attention, he watched you. enthralled at your beauty.

and when you finished your brownie, crumbs on a corner of your lips, he found you the most enchanting person he’s ever met.

he reached forward, holding your face in his right hand as he gently wiped the crumbs from your soft face.

“i love you”

he said. not even paying attention to what has happened, where he was, what he was doing. only you.

you smiled, so bright the comet that had passed paled in comparison. hell, even the moon.

“i know.”

“do i love you?

honey, ‘deed i do“

- please do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my works to other platforms !

likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated <3 !!

#⇆﹒🍵﹒★﹒⪩﹒MY WORKS #AAAUGH HES SO CUTE #miguel o’hara x gn!reader #miguel x reader #atsv #fluff #miguel o’hara #gn!reader

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stellaaarree · 11 months

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LOOK AT HIS POUTY LIL LIPS.ABSOLUTELY BEGGING TO BE KISSED!!

teasing miguel hehe! (fluff)

you come in, miguels most likely messing around with his gizmo. propping yourself on your tiptoes, two fingers hooking into the fabric of his suit you give him a lil smooch!

“¿para qué era eso, bonita? t: what was that for, pretty?” miguel asks, his voice a little raspy and his eyes dumbfounded. “you’re pouting.” you state, still propped on your tiptoes, holding his suit.

in response miguel’s hands land on your hips, picking you up and setting you on the desk, slotting between your legs with an even more pouty expression he grumbles. “i do not pout.” a laugh slips past your lips as you watch him get all defensive. pissing him off further you ruffle his hair. his hard-ass demeanour pleading not to crumble, especially not in the semi public.

“cariño. t: honey.” he hisses. replied with a single “whaaat?” and a giggle. its too late to save himself though. lyla in the doorway, already taking pictures of miguel (our big bad spiderman.) slotted between your legs and having his hair played with as he pouts like a baby.

“lyla.” was all miguel needed to hiss before lyla was already gone, taking her camera with her. that was gonna be blackmail for a while.

you try to do a coy apology, getting half way through your “sor-” before miguel stops you with a “don’t you start, pequeño demonio. t: you little devil.” making you giggle and pull him into another little kiss by his spider suit.

A/N, holy shit!! i came back this morning to see over 200 likes on my posts?! i actually love you all so much!! also was gonna ask, would you guys read stuff that i wrote about ghost (cod mw2)?? let me know haha because i have a few ideas >o<!!💝💝

#miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #x reader #reader insert #gn reader

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eyesxxyou · 7 months

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*ೃ˚ :💾 perverted!miguel x reader

❝ warnings ❞ Miguel being a creep, mentions of desk fucking, sneaking into readers room, stealing reader's underwear, masturbation with said underwear, watching reader sleep, mentions of masturbating to reader sleeping

perverted!Miguel who has a crush on a new recruit and is having a hard time managing it. There's something feral that ignites within him around you and it often leads to him being particularly harsh on you because if he weren't, he'd fuck you over his desk in front of everyone, have you squealing his name with his cock bullying it's way into you partially prepared hole.

perverted!Miguel who sneaks into your dorm on campus, rummaging through your things to find any trinket of yours he can keep without you noticing it's missing. He stumbled upon some of your discarded underwear and shamefully takes them into his hands before sniffing the part where the essence of you would have been. He takes them with him, steals them as he goes to leave before you return and find him committing his sin.

perverted!Miguel who uses those underwear to masturbate, wrapping them around the length of his cock and occasionally sniffing them to get a hint of you, like he was eating you out and your taste was all on his tongue. He'd cum on the crotch of the underwear like he's cumming on your hole and wants nothing more than to leave the underwear where you'd find them, used for someone's pleasure though you had not the slightest idea who. No way you'd think it was your boss.

perverted!Miguel who occasionally watches you sleep. He doesn't touch you, though he wants to. He just watches, imagining a world where he'd have the courage to climb on top of you, press his nose to your hair while he pins your hands against the bed and grinds the swell of his cock into your ass just to show you what you do to him. The thought of it makes him hard and sometimes, if he can be quiet enough, he'd masturbate while watching you toss and turn in bed, so peacefully unaware of how he owned you for just a small amount of time.

perverted!Miguel who will never let you know his feelings because he knows you're smart and will start connecting dots. You'll call him a creep, a freak, write him off entirely as just that. He can't have that. He can never have that. So he'll have you in his mind.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv #spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x gn!reader #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut

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yourftmfriend · 10 months

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I can imagine Miguel biting reader and his venom leads to them becoming paralyzed and leads to Miguel fucking himself on readers cock or face.-🥭

aw i can just imagine it. he didn’t bite you on purpose. for sure. but he sure as hell enjoyed how he can use you like this. he’d just ride your face to no end as you couldn’t even struggle with his venom in your veins. his clit against your nose as he grinded himself on your face desperately, in hopes of reaching his high. he’d grasp your hair, pulling and playing with it. once he came on your face he’d move onto your dick. it was still hard as he slid it in. you could feel him holding onto your chest as he jumped up and down your cock. he kept muttering curses under his breath in both Spanish and English. sure you hated not being able to touch him but you admit the sight was heavenly. he tried so hard to cum without your touch, playing with his clit and nipples while he jumped up and down on your dick but his poor little body couldn’t handle all the stimulation. he latched onto your neck to keep his moans in, trying not to bite you again considering your situation. he wouldn’t ever admit but he needs your touch to actually cum. he just claims that he doesn’t need you to cum-is what started this all in the first place-. once he came for the second time he lifted himself up your cock just to collapse onto your chest. you are definitely going to get back on him for that one.

#top male reader #dom male reader #dom gn reader #male reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #sub miguel o'hara #bottom miguel o'hara #ftm miguel o’hara #miguel x male reader #atsv smut #sub atsv

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saturncodedstarlette · 10 months

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Miguel, snarls : You don’t deserve them.

Hobie, holding the confused Y/N tightly in his arms : Go take a bath. You reek of jealousy, mate.

🎞Visual🎞

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bluesidez · 1 month

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The Love Lab presents:

Boyfriend is to Husband

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

summary: How would Miguel react if you did the “calling my bf my husband” trend? 🤔

content warning: It gets a little suggestive, but other than that, it’s fluff fluff fluff. There are short mentions of food, but nothing too crazy. The Miguel in here is also not Spiderman. Just a little guy.

credit for art and dividers: Me! and @kimjiho1 (plus another person for the gif divider, if this is yours, lmk!)

a/n: This will be apart of a series called The Trendy Couple! This is the first installment ☝🏾😌. I’m not sure how long the series will be, but right now it’s just based off of cute couple's trends. My fyp has suffered trying to do research for this…

word count: 2.2k

I use the word "buggy" in here. Buggy = shopping cart or trolley. I'm southern so buggy just rolls off the tongue. ❤︎ Plus, it sounds cute!

You and Miguel have been out since 8 am running errands and grabbing supplies to fill up the new apartment.

After a year of your dresser being full of his sweatpants and hoodies and his furniture hosting several of your blankets, his fridge being stocked of your favorite fruits and your shower caddy holding his body care, you both decided it was best to live together.

Towel sets, bed sheets, comforters, silverware, curtains. This was only the tip of what you and Miguel had managed to stuff inside the car.

After hitting five shops just that morning, you opted to stay in the car while Miguel went and handled a pickup order from the hardware store. It was getting closer to lunchtime and you didn’t want to become irritable because of the long lines.

To pass the time, you decided to scroll on TikTok, watching video after video, reacting to each accordingly.

First, it was chatty kitties begging for food. Then, it was edits of hot wrestlers. Next, it was ramen recipes to cook at 2am. There were even a couple of NPC lives even though the trend was nearly dying at this point.

Finally, you scrolled to a video hosting a girl and her boyfriend huddled together in a car over the console.

She’s leaned up against him, her smile beaming, “Today I’m going to be guessing my husband’s favorite things!”

“I’m not your husband,” are the words that shoot from her boyfriend’s mouth, fast as lightning. Cold. Unkind. Callous.

You watch as the girl’s smile drops and the video cuts, her laughing out of shock beforehand, evidence of her trying to stamp out her embarrassment.

You watch more as his grin widens and she gives him this awkward glance.

“Not yet,” he adds, seeing how quiet she was.

The video ends with her jumping at him playfully, trying to play the situation of.

“Jesus,” you sigh, mouth turned sideways as you pause the video and open up the comments. Thousands of people were telling her to dump him, others questioning why he would say what he said in the way that he did.

Your heart went out to the girl who clearly wanted to do a harmless joke that completely backfired.

You liked a comment about this being a possible red flag. Although he could have responded that way because he wasn’t ready for marriage, his response was so quick and distant that it was like he was disgusted at the possibility of being with her that long.

After working yourself up by scrolling through the comments, you decide to go even further by pressing the “calling my boyfriend ‘husband’” search at the top.

There were so many stitches to the original video with people giving their own thoughts about the situation. Some people were proclaimed dating coaches, others psychologists, and a few influencers.

You even see a follow up video from the original couple with the guy giving a shitty excuse as to why he was so quick in his response.

“Yeah right,” you mumble, watching the girl snicker at her boyfriend’s pouts. You agree with the comments that his response makes the original video even worse.

Still scrolling down, you find another video featuring a new couple.

They’re at a table eating donut holes out of a hat, and when the girl calls her boyfriend “husband”, the guy’s entire body lights up. He’s grinning, cheeks rosy, and can’t stop staring back at his girlfriend.

From there, you were able to see countless other couples with cute videos, all of the guys radiating at the word “husband.”

Biting your lip, you wondered how Miguel would react if you called him your husband.

You loved him with all of your heart and you were sure that he loved you. You guys are literally moving into an apartment together. But the thought of him being unsettled by you calling him your husband weighed on you.

Just as you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a knock near the trunk of the car startling you. Looking up in the rearview mirror, you see Miguel standing with a few bags and wood planks in his hands. You reach over and press a button to pop open the trunk.

“Got everything?” you ask, turning to watch as he drops items in the back.

“Yeah, I think so. Although there was almost a brawl over some potted plants,” he said. “Some older lady just came up to this guy and snatched his monsteras.”

“What?” you respond, watching as he closed the trunk and walked around to the driver's seat. “Out of his hands or the buggy?”

Miguel laughed, both recalling the scene and finding your terms adorable. “She just came up and snatched it out of the cart while he was waiting at the end of the line. She swore that she saw it first.”

You listened to him retell the story, hand under your chin as you leaned closer. He was cute, lilt in his voice to make an impression of the plant thief. Thinking to yourself that you liked this little moment of playfulness, you take your phone out to record.

Placing your phone in a case attached to the dashboard, you smile at the camera while Miguel’s still going.

“‘You youngins think the world owes you everything, and that’s just not the case!’ And the poor guy is standing there going ‘ma’am, I just want my plant back.’ He looked so distressed.”

“I would be too! A random lady just shopped from my buggy. It’s like, why are you this close to me to see what I’m trying to buy?”

Miguel turns the car on and buckles up. “It started to escalate when the lady’s friend came over. Then there were two shrill voices fussing at this guy.”

He started to back the car out of the parking spot, hand behind your seat and head turned towards the back window.

You slowly glanced at his arm, eyes tracing a vein up his shirt.

Too bad you were in a car right now or else you’d let his arm wrap around you elsewhere.

You tune back into his words, silently scolding yourself for letting something so simple get you to fold.

“Luckily, I was able to calm them both down. All it took was me showing them some dasheen leaves,” he said, driving the car closer to the exit of the parking lot.

You came to a conclusion. There was no better time than the present.

“Aw, look at my husband. Saving the day with his genius,” you say, hand reaching out to pat his chest.

Then you feel your body jerk to the right. The seat belt tightens as the car jerkingly swerves in between two parking spaces.

You stare in a panic at Miguel who puts the car in park and turns his entire body towards you.

“What did you just call me?” he asks, eyes searching yours, a little startled but mostly hopeful.

You decide to keep the charades going, “I was just praising my husband for stopping the creation of another Karen video. Why did you turn the car like that?” You’re still looking at him as if he has two heads.

“You just-!” Miguel takes your hands into his and places his forehead on his fists. “Baby, you know what you just said.”

You laugh, a little giddy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Miguel leans back against his seat and closes his eyes, reaching down to take his seatbelt off. His eyebrows scrunch up as he brings your hand to his chest, “Feel my heartbeat.”

Your mouth drops as you feel his heart rattling against his chest. He really wasn’t being dramatic.

“Baby look at me,” you grab his hands and hold them tight. “You did a good job today.”

His breath stopped, as he looked at you. His face was tinted from the whole fiasco.

“Husband.”

Miguel’s entire body slumped as he grinned wide. He nearly jumped over the console to sag his body onto yours.

His shoulders were shaking and you heard his laugh muffled by your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and make a face at the camera.

“What’s up, Mig?” you say, trying to get him to talk.

He mumbled into your clothes, shoulders still shaking.

“I can’t hear you, you gotta sit up.”

He sits up and sniffles, turning his head toward the backseat.

Looking at his profile you can see a few streaks down his face.

“Are you crying?” you ask, turning his face towards yours.

Miguel swipes his wrist across his cheeks, “Stop, this is extremely embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not! I promise it’s not,” you say, rubbing your thumb across his ear. “Talk to me.”

He chuckled, eyes looking down, “It just feels really good to know that you think of me that way. We don’t have to ever cross that line, but one day, if you would like, we can make that title true.”

“Is this a pre-proposal?” you ask, heartbeat in your ears. You went out on a limb to follow a trend, not knowing how it would end. Now you’re staring at Miguel’s flushed face with his heart pouring out into your lap.

“Maybe,” he whispered, grabbing your hands. “Possibly a promise for what could be.”

You bite your lip to hold back a grin, “Can I know what could be right now?”

“And expose my plans? Not a chance,” Miguel smirked. “Besides, a husband knows what’s best for his partner, right?”

“He does,” you quip, rubbing your hand in a circle on his chest. “He also apparently forgets that SUVs can flip very easily.”

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he says, looking sheepishly at the placement of the car. “Did I startle you?”

You just giggle at his concern and give him a quick peck on the mouth. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that big of a reaction.”

“How would you react if I casually called you forever mine? While driving!”

“Go 90 in a 70,” you joke. “Maybe pull over and do a little more than make out.” You rub your hand down his chest, and squeeze playfully at his pec.

Miguel stared back at you, body instantly reacting to the shift in conversation. “We can actually do that right now.”

He leaned forward and brought your lips to his. You could taste the mint from the gum he had earlier, humming when he pushed further into your mouth.

He started to reach for your hips, ready to pull you over onto his lap.

Your stomach let out a loud grumble, making you jump.

“Ok, let’s try this again after we get you some food,” Miguel says, plastering kisses on your face.

The day moves on smoothly with Miguel not letting you out of his sight, hands itching to hold you in some way.

He also never lets the husband thing go.

As you’re ordering lunch, “One lemonade for my baby. And a water with lemon for me, the husband.”

As you stop in a clothing store at the mall for a small break, “These say boyfriend jeans. Do they have any husband jeans?”

As you’re trying to reach the top shelf to grab the last of your favorite detergent, “No, cariño. Let your husband get it for you.”

As you’re looking for throw pillows and towel sets for the apartment, “You think they have a couple’s set? I want something that says ‘Mr.’ on it.”

As you stop at a gift store, looking for something extra to give to the movers, “Look, this shirt says it’s made of ‘hubby material.’ Should I get it?”

This feeling is only amplified when you post his initial reaction online. The comments were full of people yearning to be in your predicament.

“If my boyfriend doesn’t crash the car when I call him husband, THROW HIM AWAY. 😒”

“Does he have a brother….asking for a friend”

“I needed this after the “I’m not your husband” he in LOVE”

“If your bf doesn’t cry at the thought of you, what are you doing”

“He was blushing HARRRRD 😭😭😭”

“So when’s the wedding? 🤨”

“He was literally cheesing and crying omg”

“Get you a man that stops the car to declare his love”

“What if I did a five mile marathon on i-55”

“He’s so in love with you that it’s palpable”

“He was ready do a lot more than make out 😭”

Miguel saw most things, a little embarrassed but mostly happy that so many people found him to be genuine.

You laid on his shoulder as he checked the comments, liking the funny ones as they passed by.

“Do you want to make a response video?” you say, liking a comment going ‘he’s a good man, Savannah.’

“No, I think this is enough,” he replies, handing the phone back to you. “Let me keep a little mystery. At least until I actually propose, of course.”

You looked at him with stars in your eyes.

“A mysterious husband. I kind of like the sound of that,” you say, wrapping your body around his side. “Maybe I can be nosy, find out his secrets.”

“I bet you would, cariño,” he voiced, nuzzling his chin on top of your head. “After, everything is planned and done.”

You laughed and snuggled closer, happy to be with him.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading! ❣️

Any likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated and welcomed.

I'm excited for the future of this series and I hope you guys are too. When I finish the series masterlist, I'll link it here. If you guys have any trends that you want me to include, then just let me know and I'll see what I can do!

- Lauro ♡

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beatificwrites · 9 months

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WAKING UP TO MIGUEL O’HARA ★

gender-neutral reader/vague language! no use of y/n

content: slightly nsfw/18+

an: first blurb/dabble, sumn light !! also not sure how short these have to be, so i tried!

you wake up at the sensation of miguel’s lips kissing your forehead. of course, he was up before you; him being leader of the spider society really called for being an early bird. this also meant he always watched you in your sleep.

“buenos dias, mi cielo.” he greeted with that handsome smile of his.

you began to whine and complain about him disrupting your beauty sleep, however he shut you up the same way he woke you up.

he brought his hand up to cup the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. he eventually propped himself up with his other arm to hover over your smaller frame. in your half-asleep state, you absentmindedly rubbed your hand over his broad shoulder, then brought it down to brush over his defined biceps.

the muffled moans you let out, as soon as he palmed your underwear, made it difficult for him to come to his senses and pull away from you.

miguel was up against you and he refused to leave your lips so soon for work. you reluctantly pulled apart to catch your breath and chuckled at his unsurprising neediness. this man is always all over you.

“good morning to you too, love.” you looked at him, ever so lovingly.

he merely admired your “cute” sleepy face, as he recalls, and leaned down to leave soft pecks all over it. not in a rampant manner, but rather a slow, teasing one. he moved onto your neck and you giggled at the ticklish feeling.

“i don’t ever want to leave this bed!” miguel groaned at the idea of having to go to work and not have you in his arms all day as he made his way down to your abdomen.

“well, let’s just call off today.” you suggested, nonchalantly.

“i scheduled a meeting at 8. plus, they couldn’t handle a day without us.” he sighed in between the smooches on your belly. one hand was placed on your waist and the other rubbed against your chest. he made sure to peck each corner and every crevice before moving lower.

he curled his fingers around your underwear and lightly tugged on them whilst looking up at you for reassurance.

“we shouldn’t be late then, honey.” you replied, though you mind definitely disagreed and miguel could tell by the way you bit your lip.

“fuck it!” he shook his head, shaking away the thought of arriving late to his own meeting, and impatiently pulled off your undies.

you squealed as you lifted your legs to make the action swifter. he almost immediately grabbed your thighs to hold them still as he went down on you.

waking up to miguel o’hara was always unforgettable.

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mi cielo= my sky

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oceisastar · 10 months

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hi maybe human/non-spider chubby!reader headcanons with mig? more for when they’re getting to know him at the society? Thanks so much!

hey love!! I’ll write some fluff in this case :^) (gn!reader; super super fluffy)

first time he sees you, he honestly doesn’t notice you much because you’re some random human they brought in for a tech collaboration to improve spider-tech.

he’s not one for socializing—always on a mission and trying to get shit done since everyone else is busy fucking off.

it’s not until you approach him while he’s sitting alone one day and ask to sit w/ him at lunch that he really noticed you. you’re... kinda cute. oh, you just smiled at him. ok, you’re very cute.

and you’re kind. he sees you a lot, taking care of mayday when Peter has to run off and take care of impromptu spider-missions, just chatting to other spider-people and making them smile. you’re so sweet. Miguel hasn’t felt any semblance of romantic attraction in years.

he definitely struggles w/ these feelings at first. never shows that he is, but is more intentional about keeping his distance. you, of course, are hurt because you have no idea what you did to upset him. Peter assures you Miguel is just Like That but you don’t buy it.

so one day you approach him and ask him if you did something wrong. he’s taken aback, but then shakes his head and tries to walk off. you follow closely behind before you gently grab his hand and make him face you. this ache in his chest... it’s so familiar.

he quickly pulls his hand away and walks off. he ignores you for the next few weeks until lyla talks some sense into him. “you’re mad because... theyre nice? I will never understand human romance.”

“no, lyla, I’m not mad because theyre nice. theyre a distraction—one I don’t have time for.”

“pretty sure you do. your schedule is clear for the rest of the day. go talk to them!”

Miguel actually does not, but Peter dumps mayday in Miguel’s arms, talking about how he has to go “take care of something”, only for him to realize that Peter had also told you to look after mayday, so both you and Miguel end up in the same place.

Miguel cant run away, either, because mayday is nestled in his hair. you laugh and gently pluck her into your arms, cradling her as she giggles. she takes Miguel’s pointer finger and squeezes it tight, shaking it back and forth.

Miguel imagines you with gabi, and it fucking kills him inside. but he also imagines that gabi would want him to be happy. so he lets himself stay a little longer and chat w/ u.

he starts paying attention to all the things he didn’t let himself look at before—how soft you look. every part of you—your cheeks, your arms, your stomach, your thighs. you’re precious. he feels the urge to... hug you. to protect you.

you notice he seems to be troubled so you gently place a hand on his—“how about we play a game w/ mayday, Miguel?” and he finds himself nodding.

INTO THE RELATIONSHIP HC:

Miguel strikes me as the type of person who would forget to eat a lot. he’s a busy man and I don’t think he’d really keep track of meals and such.

you, however, are not ok w/ that. you always make him sit down and eat together whenever possible. if Miguel’s on a mission, you’ll cook him a meal and sit and wait for him to come back for hours, sometimes even falling asleep at the table.

when Miguel comes back and sees you asleep, he just lets out a soft sigh and picks you up, trying to bring you back to your shared bed, but you just nuzzle into him and mumble, “did you like it?” and he’s like “I haven’t eaten yet, baby.” and you gently push his chest and whisper, “go eat. I’ll sit w/ u.”

Miguel almost laughs because you’re literally half asleep but he compromises since you’re so insistent and lets you lay down on the couch while he sits beside you and eats. you fall asleep w/ your head on his thigh and him stroking your hair.

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runa-falls · 4 months

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okay but what was the thot 👀

if you're referring to this then...here (if not WHOOPS LMFAO)

wake up call

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

cw: smut, cockwarming, somnophilia, sleep fucking??, mild choking

masterlist

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imagine falling asleep with miguel curled up behind you, protecting you from the outside world while you keep his cock warm. his arm is wrapped around your body with his hand gently encircling your throat, not to choke you but to constantly remind you of his presence.

miguel is a fitful sleeper and he has a lot of vivid dreams. he murmurs in his sleep and tends to seek out your touch if you ever stray to far from his embrace. tonight, there's no secret of what he was dreaming about as you woke up to him rutting into you, cock filling you to the brim as he holds you against him.

with how wet and sensitive you are, he must have been teasing you for a while. working himself into with languid strokes until your body is woken up in heat, trembling uncontrollably from being at the brink of your climax. miguel seems to be in the same boat with how he pulses eagerly inside of you.

your thighs are pressed against each other as he fucks you from behind, a sinfully tight squeeze to grip around him. you carefully arch your back for him, wanting to feel his cock drive deeper inside. a low whisper of your name is sighed against the back of your head as the speed of his thrusts increase.

you have to bite back a moan when he drags so perfectly against that sensitive spot inside of you. the sheets are a mess under you as you drip all over him. a heavy groan vibrates from his chest when he feels you starting to flutter around him, unconsciously pushing you closer to the edge.

you can tell he starts to wake up when his grip around your throat tightens, the touch acting as an anchor for him to navigate through the lustful haze. he woke up from the abstract syrupy pleasure of his dream-state to meet an overwhelming need to fill your hot body up with his cum, to reach every part of you to make you his.

"mm...fuck--" his words are grunted in a low tone, his voice gravelly from sleep. "baby...you're soaking me." he lazily blinks his eyes open, red eyes adjusting to the lack of light in the room.

"mig, please--" you can't even finish your sentence as he begins to drive into you at a punishing pace, knowing exactly what you need.

"anything, mi vida, i'll give you anything--everything..." he rambles breathlessly behind you, "you're so good to me, warming my cock and letting me fuck you while sleeping."

you whimper in response, barely able to decipher what he's saying as you lose yourself to pleasure.

"i know, baby," he coos, "you're too cock drunk to do anything on your own." he gently shushes your pathetic whines and moans as he works you to the edge, cock incessantly brushing against that spot that makes you see stars. "it's okay, cariño, go ahead, cum for me."

your legs shake as you clench around him uncontrollably, overwhelming bouts of heat moving throughout your body. his hold on you never wavers as your cunt flutters around him, milking him for his own orgasm.

"good girl."

#anon #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #some THOT for you m'lady (gn)#cw: somno #cw: somnophilia #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut

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selfmessages · 11 months

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Miguel O’Hara x reader | reader is referred to as ‘you’

synopsis: he masterbates to you

warnings: gn!reader, masterbation, nsfw[mdmi], sex(not actually), slightly rushed

Miguel can't remember the last time he got laid. It’s pathetic, really. With his looks and build, he could easily get sex from anyone, man or woman. Since he can remember, he’s been using his hand to get any sort of release, stroking his cock to naked bodies with no particular person in mind, but those times are few and far between.

So why? Why is he huddled in his bathroom, fisting his cock, while he has a guest in the other room?

You, of course.

You were the guest in his house, and you were the one he was masterbating to. Miguel isn’t sure when it started; it might’ve been when you first started working for him, all bright-eyed and naive, so painfully eager to work with him, so painfully eager to please him and gain his approval. You weaseled your way into his life and his mind, completely taking over his every thought. If Miguel wasn’t a man of logic and science, he would’ve thought you put a spell on him.

Seriously, what was so goddamn special about you to make him pitch a tent from being in close proximity to you? You had only moved closer to him to show him some research you thought was important, pressing your thigh and shoulder against his.

That. That was all it took for Miguel to abruptly stand up and excuse himself to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he ran his hands down his face, which would’ve been comical if not for the situation he was in. He looked down at his crotch, seeing his embarrassing bulge present.

Miguel let out a heavy sigh. There was no way he could wait for it to go down; it would take too long, and that would make you suspicious. Miguel shook his head in shame and quickly undid his belt buckle, pulling down his pants just enough for his semi-hard cock to spring out.

He stroked it a couple of times, letting it become fully hard. He closed his eyes and sped up his strokes, biting his lip to keep himself quiet. He tried so hard to keep his thoughts ‘clean,’ trying to revert back to his old ways of picturing faceless nude bodies, but to no avail. Every time he tried, the ‘faces’ would morph into yours. He groans, stroking his cock even faster, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

Unfortunately for him, his mind wanders. Images of you flash through his mind, and he can’t stop himself from thinking about how you would moan. What position would be best to take you in? Would his dick even fit in your tiny hole? How fast could he make you cum? Would you ride him? Miguel grips his cock tighter as pre-cum starts to stain his hands.

He’s over you and fucking you hard. You wrap your arms around his neck as he plows into you. Your back arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head. The sound of your skin slapping together and your moans fill the room. Miguel grips your thighs, pushing them forward too, so he can see his thick cock slipping in and out of your pretty hole.

You can’t help but cry out. "M-Miguel please-!!"

"Shh, don’t cry, you’re taking me so well."

All you can do is moan and mumble incoherent words. He has you completely dumb on his cock. Miguel can’t help but stare at the sight in front of him. Your fucked-out face is truly a sight to behold. Miguel pushes your thighs forward even further, completely folding you in half. He thrusts harder into you as you cry out and clench against him. His thrusts start to get sloppy. He thrusts into you a few more times and-

…

Miguel looked down at his hand. It was completely covered in his cum. He swears that was the most he’d ever cum. He looks around the bathroom and sees tiny stars dance around the room. A sharp knock on the door causes him jump. Your voice rings through the silence.

"Mr. O’Hara, are you alright in there?"

God, you were going to be the death of him.

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