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luvrxbunny · 6 months

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so much

pairing: bf!Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

summary: You give Miguel a handjob for the first time.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, handjob, lots of cum (lmk if i forgot anything)

wc: 2.1k

a/n: i blacked out again.

Miguel stopped kissing you maybe fifteen minutes ago. He said he was getting too worked up and that you guys should stop, of course, you respected his wishes. You’re both now sitting in bed, he’s reading and you’re supposed to be doing some extra research but all you can focus on is the bulge in his pants.

This happens a lot, you guys get heated and Miguel stops everything. It’s been six months and you’ve never seen him cum. You’ve told him you love him, he’s made you cum with his fingers and his mouth but you’ve never seen him cum. It doesn’t bother you too much, you just assumed he wasn’t a very sexual person, although you are and you love pleasuring your partner, you love him more. So you decided you could deal with it, but then you noticed that he would get hard, quite hard, and just not let you help him. You’ve offered many times and he always protests, saying “It’s fine, it’ll just go away.”

Once he even went into your bathroom for it. He chose to get himself off instead of just letting you do it. You tried to ask Jess about it but she says that Miguel doesn't talk about that stuff, all she knows is that he’s definitely not a virgin. So your last option to understand is to just ask him. So you do.

“Miggy?” His head comes up from his book to look over at you, peeking over his glasses like a librarian, making you chuckle. “Um… You- You’re—” You start the sentence but soon realize how awkward this conversation could be. You try and figure out ways to piece it together as Miguel sits up straight, closes his book, and takes his glasses off, giving you his full attention. Now that he’s straightened himself out he’s looming over you a bit, making you even more nervous.

“You’re still… hard..?” It comes out as a question more than a statement and mumbles more than words but he understands you. He clears his throat awkwardly as you slowly close your laptop and cast it aside. “Y-yes, I am.” He’s looking around the room now, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Okay. So do you not like handjobs or something? I just- I know that you’ve gotten something before I just don’t- I don’t know why you won’t let me.” You’re looking at him as you speak, he’s looking at the duvet, and from the corner of your eye, you swear you see his dick jump in his pants.

“Cariño… I-” He takes a deep, slightly frustrated breath and looks up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to explain himself. “I want to… Tan jodidamente mala but… you’re different.”

(“... So fucking bad but…”)

Insecurity spreads through your body at his words. Your mind is already racing, trying to decipher what he could mean.

What the fuck? How am I different? Oh god, is he not even attracted to me sexually? Maybe I’m not his type. Is there something I’m missing? Maybe it’s something that he’s into, maybe I just need to get into whatever that is? Unless it really is just me that’s the problem…

“I love you so much…” The words instantly relax you. You believe him when he says it, but his tone implies that it’s a bad thing. “I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else. So-” He sighs again and runs his fingers through his hair. “So I’m- I’m more sensitive… when- when it comes to you.”

Arousal pools at the bottom of your stomach as you process his words. ‘More sensitive’

The thought that he hasn’t wanted you to touch him because it would feel too good has you leaking between your legs.

He’s silent as you process, he’s waiting for you to laugh. But when he looks over at you you’re looking up at him with those eyes. The ones that always have him hardening in his pants before you have to say anything. The ones that he pictures on late nights when he can’t sleep. The ones that burn into his eyelids as your name falls from his lips and he cums all over his sheets… Those eyes.

He huffs out a breath and shakes his head, denying you before you can even propose your suggestions. “No, cariño. I- It’s embarrassing.” He protests but his voice is getting breathy, arousal leaking its way in as he watches you seat yourself by his knees, facing him. Your hand is placed on his upper thigh which has begun to twitch under your touch. “We can’t, I can’t. Habría mucho también.”

“Mucho?” You question, only understanding some of what he said. “A lot, what?” You’re focused on his face, watching it contort as he whines at the Spanish that rolls off your tongue. Your hand has begun to massage his thigh, you can feel the fabric pull tighter with every pulse of his cock. Your hand slides up, closing in on where he wants you the most. His head falls back against the headrest as pleasure shoots through him.

You can tell he’s being honest with his reasoning as you watch him. He’s letting out tiny moans, little whines like you’ve been teasing him all day but you’re just massaging his thigh. You keep it up, just groping his twitching leg as he tries to hold his moans in so he can answer you. “C-cum, habría tanto semen.” His hips start thrusting off the bed, barely noticeable.

(“C-cum. there would be so much cum.”)

“Yeah? You’d cum so much for me, Miggy?” You move from your spot, throwing your leg over him, straddling his thighs as you begin to palm his dick. His eyes roll back into his head as moans rip from his throat. He quickly grabs your wrist, roughly, stopping all your movements. His head raises to look at you.

“I’m- I’m a bit… nervous, cariño. It would be a lot for me. I- No one has ever seen me like that. I’m only like this for you, I- can’t help it." His eyebrows furrow, and he huffs at a breath, like he's angry at himself. "I don’t want you to think it’s… extraño, anormal, or that I’m- I don’t know.” You can see the genuine concern on his face, and the fear in his voice as he anxiously rambles.

("... strange, abnormal,")

“Miguel…” He whines at how you say his name, you smile brightly and fondly at the sound. “I love you. In a way I didn’t even know was possible. I’m never going to think you’re- like, weird or something. At least not in a bad way. I-” You sigh gently and look into his eyes, you wrench your hand out of his grip and place it on his face, pulling him in for a soft kiss that he whimpers into. You pull away and give him the most serious look you can manage. “We don’t have to if you’re too nervous but if you’re worried about what I’ll think? Please don’t.”

He holds your gaze, considering your words for a moment. “But there’s mucho, cariño. No importa lo que yo haga. When- whenever I think of you, there’s… so much.” He tries to express his concern but you really don’t understand.

("No matter what I do.")

“Miguel.. That just- That just turns me on even more I- I don’t see why that’s a bad thing.” You speak honestly, watching his face shift into a mix of pleasure and confusion as his head falls back again. His hips press into the air, his legs spread, opening himself up for you as a pathetic “Por favor” falls from his lips.

You spring into action immediately. You pull his pants low enough for his cock to fly out, instantly standing straight, hitting and staining his shirt. A hiss falls from his lips as you wrap your hand around him, and his head comes up to watch you. His eyes are watery as they stare at your little hand around his huge cock. You’re watching him, you don’t move yet, you can see him taking in every detail, committing the scene to memory before meeting your eyes.

“Ready?” You ask him with a devious smile on your face. He nods vigorously, “Sí, estoy... estoy tan lista, cariño. Por favor.”

(“Yes, I'm... I'm so ready, honey. Please.”)

You run your hand up his cock, swirling around the head before meeting the base again. His reaction is instant and extreme. His hands leave your hips for the bed as his claws rip into the sheet. His body is already shaking as tense, short, and quick moans fall from his lips. All his muscles are pulled tight as you slowly run your hand over him. His eyes are wide, staring at your hands as they pleasure him.

You’re mesmerized by his cock, red, hot, and pulsing in your hand as you stroke him. Pre-cum is spilling from his slit at a consistent pace, making him all wet and sloppy. You hear his head hit the headboard again as his moans grow more unrestrained, shouting out into the open air. “I- I-’m not- Can’t” He lets out a frustrated whine that morphs into a genuine moan before he tries to speak again. “No voy a durar. Joder, tus manos son el paraíso, cariño. No voy a durar mucho, no puedo-”

(“I’m not gonna last. Fuck, your hands are heaven, honey. I won't last long, I can't-”)

You can’t understand the words but based on how frantically he says them, the way his hips have started thrusting up into your hand gently and the way his legs are spreading themselves wider underneath you are good clues. “You’re gonna cum, Miggy?” You finally look away from his saturated cock to observe him. His face is flushed, as he nods at you desperately. He tries to moan your name at you but he can’t form the syllables. You love it. Seeing him like this, wet and aching for you. This is definitely going to become a daily thing.

“Yeah? You promised me a lot, hermoso. I want it all. Give it to me, baby.” He fully shouts your name at the Spanish pet name. He grunts pathetically as he lifts his hand from the bed, willing his claws to retract so he can touch you. His hand squeezes your hip desperately, shaking as his moans quickly rise in pitch and volume. Your eyes are focused back on his erratically twitching cock, you don’t see his head lift to look at you.

He’s cumming the moment he can see your face.

You stroke him as fast as you can, listening to his breathy sob as his cock shoots out heavy ropes of cum. He’s watching your face, trying to gauge your reaction through his cloudy eyes. You’re watching his cock in awe, his cum runs over your hand, coating your fist as you jerk him through it. He’s nothing but a bundle of gasps, moans, and sobs as his cock spurts out a whole new load. He watches your face as it morphs from disbelief to burning arousal, your breathing speeds up the longer he cums. He can hear whines start to slip out of you as his hips jerk into your hand. You tear your eyes away from the cum pooling around and coating his cock just in time to see his eyes shift from you to the back of his head. He lets out one last drawn-out wail before his hips rest back on the bed. His cock begins to soften, spurting out tiny ropes as you stroke him softly, helping him down. You try to get the raging fire in your stomach and the flood between your legs under control before getting up for a towel. He was right. There was so much.

You wipe him down as he whines and mumbles deliriously until you hear a little sob and he reaches out for you. You throw the towel to a corner of the room as he pulls you into his chest. He whispers what sounds like thanks and praise into your hair as you kiss his chest.

“Gracias, cariño. Eso- eso se sintió tan bien, te sentiste tan bien. Te amo.” You giggle at him gently. “You’re welcome and I love you too, baby. You know I can’t understand most of what you said, right?” You feel his chest rumble with a chuckle before he speaks again. “I- I know, it's just… El inglés se me hace difícil. Yo olvido. I- I’m” He laughs at himself. “You get my head all mixed up, cariño.”

(“Thank you love. That- that felt so good, you felt so good. I love you.”)

(“English is difficult for me. I forget”)

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Oh really?” You say in a playful tone as he chuckles at you. You turn and pull him in, his lips just inches from yours. “Me encanta eso.” You had to pull all your Spanish I classes together to figure that sentence out but the reward is worth it. Miguel’s eyes widen and he gasps before smashing his face into yours, you can feel his wide smile against your lips as he kisses you and you’ve never felt happier.

(‘I love that.”)

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demigoddessqueens · 10 months

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I just want some family fluff 🥺💕🥹

Y/n: why are there tiny hand prints on the wall?

Miguel: (to Gabby) why are there tiny prints?

Gabby: because I have tiny hands, papa

Miguel: because she has tiny hands

Gabby: why does mom wear make-up?

Miguel: cause she wants to look pretty

Gabby: but she’s already pretty!!

Miguel: Awww ☺️

Gabby: dad you should wear make-ups!

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loveforeren · 9 months

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You giving Miguel head and he tells you to swallow it ehehehehe can you imagine it.

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His shaft was abusing your throat as he repeatedly pushed himself into your mouth. The sounds of your choking was like music to his ears.

"Hermosa, you're taking me so well," he groaned.

Your mouth filled up with Miguel's seed. Your eyes were blurry with tears. You sit up and look at him with a grin.

"Open up." He said with his eyes having an animalistic look.

You obediently open your mouth, and his cum runs down your tongue. His hand reaches to your chin and he tilts your head up. A wide grin spread across his face.

"Swallow it. All of it." He purred.

You once again obediently swallowed every dropped. He watched as your throat moved as you swallowed his seed. You stick out your tongue again to show it's all gone.

"Good girl," he praised you.

He pulls you up and pulls you into his lap. His lips trailed your neck and collar bone. He couldn't get enough of your body.

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cosmosis · 11 months

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MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - surprise visit modern au!

an unfamiliar secretary won’t let you into the building to visit your husband, Miguel, at his office

Visiting your husband at work may as well be the best way for you to spend your day off. He’s been working hard, his passion truly bursting at the seams when he talks to you about the latest improvement project he’s been working on for the past three weeks.

You’re walking down the sidewalk in an outfit you knew would make Miguel go crazy, holding a nice bouquet of flowers in your arm. You decided men don’t get flowers enough, so you’re here to fill in that gap. He really deserves more than flowers anyway.

With the badge embedded into your watch, you scan your wrist against the access monitor on the wall. The doors automatically open, and you feel a nice gust of air conditioning run into you.

The office is very modern, clean, and sleek. All around you are advanced units of technology; a result of your husband’s successes. It smells the same it always has; clean, crisp, and slightly minty. As you walk through the doors, you’re greeted with the exact same things you always are; same lounge chairs, same grand elevator...

Though, you don’t recognize the secretary at the desk.

She’s blonde, red lipstick smeared onto her tight lips in an unwelcoming frown. A matching pearl set adorned over her crisp, dark blue blazer.

Usually, you’d say hi to the secretary you knew, Lyla. You assume she got fired, which was a real shame, you love her sass. She was always so kind to you, saying hi with a smile, or offering to help guide you through the office and such.

But instead, you walk right past the desk, digging through your memories to find how you managed to find Miguel’s main office last time.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?“

Her voice is just as snarky as you had imagined.

“Visiting Miguel?“ You pause, your patience already growing extremely thin for the new secretary. You’d probably chat about this to Miguel later, maybe bat an eyelash or two to convince him about hiring someone different.

“Nuh uh! Miguel O’Hara is busy right now, not open for any visitors at the moment.“ She replies, fixating her eyes on the large monitor in front of her.

You pause for a moment, critically thinking things through for a moment.

“Oh! I get it. M’am, you haven’t met me before, have you?“ You ask, trying your best to not crinkle the flowers in your hands. She raises a single eyebrow, glaring as if you insulted her mother. (Which, you might as well should do.)

“I’m Miguel’s spouse. He lets me visit him whenever, I even have my badge right here-“

She holds up a single manicured finger.

“Nice try, but my charts right here say that Miguel is busy at the moment. Try another time, maybe send him a fan letter or something.“

Your blood starts to boil as the new secretary has a satisfied smirk on her face.

Instead of choosing violence and risking your hair getting ruined, you opt for the better option. Glaring at the desk manager directly in the eye, you pull out your cellphone from your pocket, manually pressing the contact button for Miguel. You wait for the phone to dial, pressing the cellular to your ear whilst examining your own nails.

And finally, he answers.

“Hm? You need something, honey?“

“Miguel.“

Miguel on the other line, freezes to a halt. Now, he knows he’s in trouble. Carefully, he clears his throat.

“What is it, sweetie?“

You take a deep breath. “Your... secretary isn’t letting me into the office. Will you fix that, please?”

Miguel pinches between his eyebrows, groaning.

“Of course, hun. I’ll be down in a sec.“

“Thank you, Miguel.“

The call ends, but the secretary still stares at you like you’ve thrown up all over her salad. She almost looks like she’s going to laugh, which makes you even madder.

Within literally a few seconds, the elevator whirs to a halt, the top light switching on with a chime. As expected, your husband walks through the sliding doors, clad in a crisp white dress shirt and office pants. He’s so undeniably gorgeous, you almost consider forgiving the secretary.

But, you don’t.

“Ah, Miguel, this p-“

“Shut your mouth for moment, would you?“

The woman is taken aback, red bursting onto her cheeks as her fake smile melts into a frown. Her mouth is left agape, watching as Miguel saunters over to you with a smile.

“What happened?“ Miguel asks, his Office Face™ dissolving into a genuine smile. He slots his hands to your waist, silently peering at the flowers in your arms.

“Well, I was going to come surprise you... but then she said that you were busy.” You reply, pouting.

“Aww, baby, it’s okay.“ He smooches the top of your head. “The flowers are pretty. I’ll handle this.“

Miguel then swerves around, this time with his Office Face™ on. He keeps his hand glued to your side, each step of his getting louder and louder as he makes his way towards the desk.

“Tiffany.“

Tiffany, in question, shudders, keeping her eyes glued to the floor while a shit-eating smirk finds its’ way onto your face. No remorse whatsoever.

“From now, until tonight, please let my partner into the building whenever they like.“

“Yes, sir. Why until tonight?“

“Because I’m firing you from any future stand-in’s, or any sort of work in here for the matter.“

Miguel: 1 Tiffany: 0

Tiffany looks like she has so much she wants to say, so much that she could scream at this very moment... but instead, she stays silent. You can see a vein practically ready to burst at her temple, her jaw grinding her teeth in her mouth.

“I will dismiss you at the end of the day, Tiffany. I expect you to cause no more trouble until then.“

Tiffany is left utterly speechless, her jaw left slightly agape. Miguel ushers you by your back towards the elevator, poking and prodding his finger at the flowers in your grasp.

Automatically, the elevator doors smoothly slide open, and you both step inside. You stare at the glass view outside, watching as the two of you get higher and higher above the city.

“I even had my badge, and she didn’t let me.“ You frown, indulgently leaning into Miguel’s chest.

“I’m sorry, hun. Lyla’s out sick for a bit, so she was the only substitute I could find for today.“

Apologetically, he rubs your back, secretly praying that you’d forget about the whole ordeal so you’d pay attention to him instead.

“S’okay. Thank god Lyla wasn’t fired.“ You mumble, breathing a sigh of relief.

“She’s annoying, but she does her job well.“ Miguel remarks, and you gasp, personally offended on behalf of your beloved Lyla.

“No she’s not! She’s super nice, actually.“

“Whatever.” Miguel scoffs. “Kiss me.”

“No. You called Lyla annoying.”

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miggyyyyohara · 9 months

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You and Miguel are laying on a shared bed, him thinking you're asleep

he moves closer to you, tucking your hair behind your ear and whispers

"what are you doing to me, querida?"

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catchingdaydreams · 9 months

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Peter has a slight obsession with Miguel's moobs....

#spiderdads #spiderdads fanart #miguel o'hara x peter b parker #miguel o'hara spider man #miguel o'hara fanart #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #peter b parker #peter b parker fanart #big moobs #male chest #ineffable husbands

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keenzinemugstudent · 9 months

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Y/n and Miguel on their day off

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scarthefangirl · 10 months

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Kiss me you moron!

Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Description: When you are injured during a mission Miguel waits in your room for you to wake up. After you do, there are some confessions made.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, language

Story type: drabble

A/N: Bruh I wrote this in one night don't judge, and also I'm working on my requests I promise

Masterlist | REQUESTS OPEN

The mission was simple. Some guy had disrupted this dimension and caused a bridge to collapse and some other havoc. You, Jess, Pavitr, and Hobie had been assigned to apprehend the man while Gwen, Peter B, and Miles helped get people to safety.

You were on a roll, until you weren't.

It all happened so fast, you didn't have a chance to move out of the way. Everyone was so engulfed with saving the people from the threat, even you. No one noticed the car flying towards you at full speed, the driver passed out with his foot on the gas.

At least, not until it was too late.

So there you laid, in the headquarters infirmary, still knocked out. You had a bandage on the right side of your forehead because of a stitched wound. There were stitches in your right arm as well where there had been shards of glass stuck in your arm. You had broken two ribs, and a fractured hip bone that luckily didn't need surgery because of your quickened healing process.

Meanwhile, your team stood outside Miguel's office with bated breath.

"How do we tell him?" Miles asked quietly, eyes filled with anxiety.

"What's the big deal?" Jess questions. Unlike her, the others new his infatuation with you. He always spared her from his glares and scowls, when he would scream at them for failures he never yelled directly at you, and he tried to send you out on as few missions as you'd allow. When you persisted to go, he'd always be extra persistent to the group about watching out for each other.

"Miguel is in love with her!" Pav whisper shouted. Jess just rolled her eyes, although it made a few things click.

"We're going to be professional and tell him that Y/N was involved in an accident and we'll explain it to him," Peter said, trying to be practical. But everyone's eyes widened and they shook their heads violently.

"No no no. Ask any spider person here if that is a good idea. Its not," Gwen said which surprised Jessica because Gwen is normally reasonable. The adult looked around at the teens fearful eyes, except Hobie of course who couldn't wait to see how things played out.

"Why is it a bad idea?" Jessica asked, mainly to humor the bunch.

"He'd freak. He'd probably kill us. No, he would. He will blame us and," Pavitr shivered, unable to finish his sentence. He loved you and everyone knew it. And you loved him, but they didn't know that. Although it could be assumed, and many did, you were better at hiding it then Miguel.

Jessica forced the group inside and they approached Miguel. He turned to them with a frown, one often plastered on his face. "How was the mission?" He asked dryly. His red eyes scowered the faces in his office but didn't see the one he was waiting for.

"We completed it, but there was a complication." Jessica informed him, causing his chest to tighten. If you weren't there, and there was a complication.... He raised an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue. "Y/N was, hurt."

Rage.

They all saw it as clear as day. Anger crawled up his throat and spread across his face. His stomach felt nauseous and he couldn't catch his breath.

"How?" He growled. His hands shook. He hated that feeling. Feeling helpless and.... Scared. It only made him angrier.

"Well we were all just doing our jobs and a car came out of nowhere and hit her." Peter B. said.

"It full on slammed her, you could hear it!" Hobie gawked.

"Not helping Hobie." Miles warned but Hobie just said, "Good." The fury radiated off of Miguel and causes the whole team to cower back. He'd never been this angry.

But instead of screaming at them he just sprinted to the infirmary.

Your eyes fluttered open and you went to rub them but felt sharp pain everywhere. You blinked a few times to clear your vision and looked down at your wounded body.

"The heck?" You muttered under your breath. You couldn't remember what happened. You just remembered being on the mission. Suddenly you heard heavy breathing to your side and you looked over to see Miguel staring at you. You nearly jumped out of your skin, resulting in a groan from the pain. He hopped out of his seat and crouched by your head. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear but you gave him a confused look.

"Three questions," You began, "Number one: What happened? Number two: Why are you here? And most importantly, number three, why the fuck are you doing scaring the shit out of me like that?"

"Sorry for scaring you. You got hit by a car and fractured your hip bone, and had to get stitches in a few places because of glass. But the nurses said you'll be better in a few days because of your enhanced healing capabilities." Miguel said it blankly, but you sensed the tenderness behind it.

"That's kinda badass," You grinned. "I mean imagine telling our- shit, I mean, my future kids that I got whammed by a car. Wait- what kind of car?" You quickly tried to recover from saying 'our kids', hoping he didn't notice. He did, however, and completely lost focus, gaping at you. You felt your cheeks inflamed with scarlet humiliation.

"Huh? Oh um, I- I don't know. No pregunté, lo siento." [I didn't ask, sorry] He seemed to be in a trance of some sort, taken off guard.

"Well, that's okay. I just hope it was a cool car. I would rather be able to say 'I got hit by a brand new Corvette' than having to say 'Yeah I got ran over by a Kia soul.' You know?" You ranted awkwardly, truing to lighten the mood.

"Mhm." Was all he hummed in response, still staring off in a daze. You wished you could hide under the sheets until he left. He sat back down in the chair a few feet from the bed and watched you. You felt your stomach churning under his gaze.

"Miguel?" You asked.

"¿Sí?" [Yes?] He looked you in the eyes and you looked into his.

"You didn't answer question number 2." You stated. You wanted to turn your whole body but could only move your head without pain.

There was complete silence for what felt like eternity. You picked at the itchy white sheet over your legs and stared at your fumbling hands. Maybe you had overstepped, but you were sick of you and Miguel tip toeing around the subject of your feelings. He obviously liked you, at least, you hoped he did.

"When they told me you were hurt... I've never been so terrified in my life." He admitted, meeting your eyes once more. You were challenged to match his at first, but you forced yourself to stare back at his red eyes.

Miguel O'Hara terrified. For you no less.

You didn't know what to say. Thank you? I'm fine? You don't have to be here? Nothing seemed right. Before you knew it, words were slipping out of your mouth.

"I'm in love with you." You said then dropped your jaw, turning your red face forward and refusing to look at him. Did you really just say what he thinks you said? Did I really just say what I think I said?

Maybe it was because of his silence. Maybe it was because you wee hoping to admit your love somewhere more romantic. Maybe it was because he hadn't said anything to lead to this response. But you were mortified. You felt tears brimming in your eyes, the cause being a mixture of pain and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, that just sorta slipped." You glance at him for a moment then quickly look forward again. He's so beautiful.

"Its okay." He immediately regretted saying that. It's okay? What does that even mean? Both of you thought in unison. He wanted to tell you he was in love with you too but while he was trying to think of how to say it, the others came in.

"Hey!! Great to see you awake Y/N, we were just coming to check on you." Jess said, then glanced at the looks on you and Miguel's faces and felt out of place. "Are we- interrupting?"

"No," You managed, not sparing Miguel a glance. Gwen gave you a side hug on your good side and the rest of the team stood at the end of the bed. Miguel shifted uncomfortably in his seat and let a scowl rest on his face. You swear he'd scowl no matter how happy he was,, only now he wasn't happy. He wasn't displeased with you, but with himself.

"We're so glad you're gonna be okay," Miles smiled sweetly.

"Thank you," You wanted desperately to get your mind of Miguel. 'I probably look like shit." You chuckled uneasily.

"You look fine." Miguel musters. You can't help the butterflies that erupt at his statement, much to your dismay.

"So, one question." You chose to ignore Miguel, scared to cry. Everyone looks at you, encouraging you to continue. "What kind of car was it?"

"A Honda civic." Hobie stifled a laugh.

"Damn, I was hoping for something cool." You rolled your eyes. Everyone chuckled but there was a looming tension in the room and they didn't need spider sense to feel it.

"Right well, we should head out. We'll check on you later Y/N," Peter smiled and patted your good leg.

"Sorry you got hurt, we'll be more careful next time!" Miles called on his way out, but you assumed it was more to please Miguel than you. The door shut and without missing a beat Miguel immediately stated,

"I'm in love with you too." You beamed after he said this, look over at him.

"I know this isn't the best time, but come kiss me you moron!" You laughed. He quickly obliged, walking to you and leaning over the bed to press a soft kiss on your lips. The corner of your mouth was cut but you couldn't care less, happy to finally kiss him. He deepened the kiss slightly, but you couldn't do much because if your injuries.

"MY EYES!!! I NEED TO BLEACH MY EYES!!!" Hobie screamed after having walked in on the scene. You laughed into the kiss and pulled away, breathless.

You watched Miguel's face, tracing every detail into memory. You weren't exactly sure where this left you guy's relationship, but you felt an ache in your chest from how happy you were.

You noticed the glimpse of sadness in Miguel eyes and ask him if he's alright. He just holds your hand, looking at your slightly swollen (but still beautiful) face. "For a second I thought I'd lost you, when they came in without you," he paused briefly before whispering, "I can't lose you."

"I'm not going anywhere. A few broken bones and some cuts aren't going to be enough to keep me away from you."

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yappingyuta · 11 months

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You have to tell me these things

Miguel O'hara (spiderman-2099) x Black f! Reader Oneshot

Warnings: Smut with plot (i guess), angst, 2nd thoughts, nipple play, oral (female receiving) -their might be typos-

This is my first time doing this or posting, so please be nice and i am also open to any advice. The reader is also telepathic and often doesn't use her gift.

Miguel has came back home to his lovely fiancé after a day of saving the city. Sexual tension and lust is in the air but will Miguel be able to communicate the things he wants her to know.

You were in the kitchen going through the cabinets when you had heard the door to your apartment open and shut… Your fiancé, Miguel, would be home. He grumbled out of stress, but his face softened and his aura became friendly when he saw you… He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist firmly, planting the gentlest kisses against your neck…

“Good evening, my love.”

was heard after he buried his face into your neck… You couldn’t help, but smile… It almost sounded like he was desperate for something.

"Good evening, how was your day?" You say smiling and holding on to the arms wrapped around you.

“…Rough… but seeing you makes it better!”

He smiled, giving you a few more gentle kisses along your neck… he then pulled back, looking down at you… his gaze was gentle, yet he blushed a bit before looking away.

“How was your day…?”

"Mine was lonely without you as always mi amor."

He could only smile, a big warm grin on his face… you noticed his hair had come undone, it was quite messy and untied… oh how you missed it!

“Ah… you sound just as beautiful as I remember you… did I tell you you’re the love of my life?”

He would say, pulling out a rose from his jacket… he had a bouquet of flowers, so many flowers that he was about to give you…

“Here.”

"Thank you Miguel, it's beautiful."

He seemed pleased… looking down at you once more before a playful smile spread across his face…

“Anything for my love…”

He leaned down to kiss you passionately, and he didn’t pull away… it was a long one to cherish…

"Me haces sentir muy bien." You say as you pull away from his kiss, looking up at him.

“Good… I want you to feel good… to be happy and feel loved… I want you to feel just how much you mean to me, mi amor…” He would then kiss your forehead, smiling softly and gently playing with your hair.

"Miguel?"

“Hm? What is it, mi vida?”

He turned to look down at you… you could see the love in his eyes… he really was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

" I need you." You huff it out.

“And I need you, darling….”

Miguel pulled you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder… he wrapped his arms around you tightly, giving you all the comfort that you could ask for. It was so comforting and relaxing… he couldn’t do anything else but just hold you close… you were his everything, he couldn’t wait to call himself your husband, and he couldn’t wait to call you his wife.

"Miguel I don't think you understand me."

Miguel paused for a moment, slowly coming to the realizeation… he gave a small smile, looking down at you while you blush slightly.

“Oh, mi amor… did I misunderstand you? You meant that, correct?” He gave out another soft, small laugh.

"Sí, papi."

His hand immediately went to cover his face , he was extremely turned on by the comment

“M-Mira!”

Miguel would exclaim, pointing in your direction with a wide grin on his face… he chuckled nervously, clearly not knowing how to respond.

" Miguel, stop playing hard to get just fuck me already." You say in an impatient tone.

Miguel was absolutely stunned into silence at the words he had just heard… then he blushed slightly, a flustered frown appeared on his face as he tried to process just what was happening.

" Do you not want to touch me mí sol?" You said as you caress his face with a hand.

“B-But… s-sweetheart, this is all so sudden… I-I wasn’t expecting this… at all…”

Miguel said, still blushing but slowly building up a grin on his face… it seemed this was just something he had to get used to.

You move your hand as you start speak "Okay, I get it. I shouldn't be s-"

“No, no, no! That’s not what I meant!”

Miguel would try to assure you, taking your face in his hands to gently cup it with both of his soft hands… he looked down at you, blushing… there was something about you he just couldn’t resist…

“Dios mío you’re so beautiful…” He said, his voice was a bit softer and more gentle compared to before…

" Confío en ti con toda mi vida." You say as you hold on to his wrists.

“I-I trust you with my life as well… I-I do… you make me so happy… you make me feel safe… even when you make me blush… you make me feel like I’m in heaven…” Miguel paused for a moment before leaning down for another gentle kiss… he held it for a few moments and then pulled back..

"Please miguel...please." A soft tone on you lips.

“Anything for you… mi amor.”

He would respond before giving you another long, passionate kiss. He pulled back, giving you a gentle smile and stroking your hair.

“I love you so much…”

"I love so much mi príncipe." You say.

Miguel’s face glowed with happiness at your words… his heart beat steadily, his eyes filled with joy and adoration… everything you said filled him with so much love… enough love to last a lifetime… you had melted Miguel’s heart once again…

“I love you, too…”

He would say, kissing you again, the kiss long and passionate… he couldn’t bring himself to break it until it had lasted several minutes.

" Now will you fuck me." You say as you grab his hands and start to led him towards your Shared room.

Miguel didn’t respond, but he kept hold of your hands as he was led away… he couldn’t say a word to you, it was as if he was in a trance… it was all happening so rapidly… he was completely enraptured by you.

As you stop in front of the bed you look up at him as his figure towers over you and grab his chin "I need you to say it, yes or no."

“Yes.”

He would whisper, but he hadn’t really thought about what would happen afterwards… he hadn’t really expected to say it out loud, let alone so softly and quietly… though, he felt safe and comfortable with you and no one else.

"Then take me."

Miguel was still very flustered, though, he was taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, he let out a nervous chuckle before grabbing your waist and gently laying you down on the bed, slowly following you to lay beside you… he was looking down at you with a small, soft, and shy smile…

“Is this what you wanted, my love?”

" Sí, mí vida." Looking up at him.

Miguel's lips gently caressed yours, gently, slowly, and lovingly… he couldn't take the feeling… he was so overwhelmed by love… by pure, unconditional love… it was everything he could have asked for…

“You're all I could ever ask for, mi amor…”

He whispered to you, gently pressing his forehead against yours, blushing immensely.

"Eres todo y más pedí para Miguel." You guide your hands under his shirt and pull it over it his head as you both shiver for release. Your hand caresses Miguel's face as he is bathed in moonlight. "Take off my clothes Miguel."

Miguel would do what you tell him to, removing your clothes with great care while slowly trailing his hands across your body… he looks you in the eyes the whole time as his heart pounds, but he was taking his time… he was going so slowly…

“You’re so beautiful, mi amor…”

He whispered, his breath shaking a bit… he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were everything to him and he was so grateful to be able to call you his one and only.

"Lay on your back for me"

Miguel didn’t question it, he simply followed your instruction… laying down on his back, he looked up at you with a gentle smile… there was so much trust and love in his eyes.

“Of course, I would do anything for you… anything you wished…”

He said, waiting for what you were going to do next.

You looked at his bare strong chest, he was always so built and bulk.

You love his chest so much watching him breathe in and out as air traveled. You move down to his waist and grab his pants and boxers pulling them down in one go.

He was already leaking with pre-cum at the tip and swollen. How could he look bigger than before, Miguel's size has never been a problem...You loved it.

"I want this to be out while I do this to you"

You move back up to his chest and begin to lick his nipples.

He became warm at the feeling of your tongue… he felt his heart race and his breathing become much heavier and faster… he couldn’t help his reactions as he gave out a quiet whimper, feeling your tongue against him was very exciting.

“I-I… h-ah…”

You heard his heart beat pounding in your ears, he closed his eyes and he let out a gentle moan, he hadn’t had any sort of reaction to anything like this… it felt weird but… he liked it…

" Do you like when I do this to you, I wonder how you'll react if I suck on them."

You feel him buck his hips up causing his cock to graze your opening. You moan out as you suck on one nipple while playing with the other flicking it back and forth.

Miguel felt his blood rushing through his body… was this… this felt nice… his heart was pounding… he was feeling so many things… all these new and different emotions was a bit much to take in. He couldn’t say a word to you, he was too overwhelmed…

You look down and can see he is cumming as he grunts and whimpers. You take your mouth off of his nipples

"Ay, mi pobre amor, eres un desastre." you start to kiss his jaw as you rub his lower stomach.

" I haven't even touched your cock yet Miguel and you've already cum, so needy" you say as you look him in his now blood red eyes, fangs showing as he pants heavily mouth open.

He was panting, trying to catch his breath… Miguel couldn’t say a single word, his entire mind was just filled with a massive amount of emotions… he felt so warm… so free… like nothing else could bother him…

“B-But… y-you…”

He blushed, he just couldn’t get the words out… it had all happened so swiftly… he was feeling things like he was in a dream…

"Can you eat me now?" Miguel looks fucked out as he grabs you and puts you your back while his talons graze you. He spreads your legs apart and hovers over your cunt practically drooling.

"Habla de mí, pero aún así tu coño está tan húmedo y no te he tocado, mi linda zorra." he says this to you and it makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

Without saying a word, and not wanting to turn you off, Miguel began to lower down his face… he wanted to be able to please you, he wanted to make you feel good, even if he couldn’t speak at this moment.

He starts to lick at your lips back and forth, stopping at the end to suck on your clit while bringing up a finger to dive into your hole.

"Ahhh..oh dios mios Cariño, mmhmh" you say as you moan with praise.

“Mmhm… you like it when I do that, do you…?”

Miguel said, looking up at you with a smile… his face was hated over, though he sounded less nervous and even a bit happy… even when he was flustered he still wanted to please you.

“I’ll have to do it more often…” He says as he adds another finger into you.

"Yes, you wil-" you moan out as he dives back in.

“Mmhrr… you like feeling pleasure, don’t you…?”

Miguel was talking to himself more than you but he was hoping you could answer… he didn’t know if the pleasure he was giving you was good or not. Either way, he enjoyed doing it to you, so he only continued to go faster… he wanted you to feel good…

"Es tan buena ... tan jodidamente buena mi bello." You mutter as he continues to pleasure you.

He quickened at your compliments… he couldn’t help but feel good himself… you were so happy because of his actions… he only continued, it was all for you.

“Todavía no he acabado, mi amor. I’m not done with you, not yet~” Miguel laughed a bit, it was cute how he chuckled a little as he said that…

You grab his hair and push him in deeper as you hiss from the pleasure below.

Miguel’s face turned crimson, he was feeling nervous and excited all at once… he was having second thoughts about what he was doing.. he should have said ‘no,’ but he was too scared.

“M-Mi amor… s-slower… p-please…”

You read his mind by accident while being unfocused. You let go of his hair and try to move away " Miguel, ss- stop."

Miguel slowly lifted his head, as he pulled back and took a deep breath.

“Ah, I’m sorry… d-did I do something wrong…?”

Miguel said, he only wanted to make you feel good, he didn’t want you to be upset… that’s the last thing Miguel would ever wish for… he would never want to upset you, especially when this was something you both wanted.

"What did I ask you when we first got in here." Your eyes glassy as you look at him.

Miguel looked a bit surprised by your question, he tilted his head out of confusion, though after a few moments he realized what you were asking, and he was feeling more embarrassed… he couldn’t even look you in the eye while feeling so.

“You asked me to please you… mi amor…”

He whispered softly, his face turning a deep shade of red… it almost hurt just how badly he was drunk off lust..

" I asked you yes or no, that I needed you to tell me with your own words and you said yes, so if you were didn't want to have sex why didn't you say no" you said as you try to keep yourself from crying.

stopping at your words… he felt like he betrayed you, your trust… he wanted to break down, he wanted to run away… Miguel was feeling such a mix of emotions and he didn’t know how to get the words out to you.

“No lo quería decir...”, Miguel said hesitantly in a low voice, he barely got the words out but he finally said it.

"Baby, you should have said something, ahora parezco un maldito tonto Miguel." You say as you get off the bed and start to walk away.

Miguel was stunned at your reaction, he felt his heart breaking, he never wanted to hurt you… he got off the bed and walked over to you, he placed a hand on your shoulder and he bent down to get to a similar eye level.

“No lo eres, por favor… no digas las cosas como esa…” he said as he gently caressed your cheek… he wanted nothing more than to make this better… to make you happy.

"Miguel, tus sentimientos son lo primero, especialmente cuando se trata de mierdas como esta cuando tenemos intimidad, si no estás deprimido, deberías decirlo." You say as you look into his eyes angry while crying.

Miguel was hurt to see you in this state… he didn’t want to ever see you upset or angry… he looked up at you with tears forming in his eyes… he didn’t want to disappoint or hurt you… he knew that he should’ve spoken up, and he just got so excited to please you, he just forgot… it was all his fault.

“Tienes razón… mi amor…”

He whispered, holding your hand as he gently wiped away your tears.

“I love you… I’m sorry…”

"It isn't your fault, you just need to talk to me, we're getting married how will you communicate these things when it get deep." You say through your tears.

Miguel sighed, but he couldn’t disagree… he needed to speak up… he couldn’t let his excitement get the better of him when it came to your feelings…

“Tienes razón… voy a hablarte más, para que no pasen estas cosas nunca más… te prometo…”

He gave you a loving smile, he felt so bad about everything… your feelings should always come before anything else… you were too important to hurt… he didn’t want you upset or saddened in any way.

You wipe your face of tears as you go to the closet to grap one of his shirts to put on, when you slip it on it's huge on you as always "I'm going to the kitchen, i'm hungry."

Miguel couldn’t help but smile as he saw you in one of his shirts, you always looked so cute no matter what you tried on, it was just too adorable… Miguel looked at you as you wiped your tears away… he would never forgive himself for making you cry, and he would never do something like that again, he only wanted to make you feel loved and cared for… to let you know that you never had to worry… that you were perfect to him.

“I love you, mi amor… I’m sorry… so, so sorry…”

As you walk out of the bedroom Miguel following behind " I try not to read your mind because I love you and I want you to have privacy but pleas-" as you turn around Miguel is still naked with cum all over his lower body, you look at him and say " Can you please go clean up and put some boxers on."

Miguel went silent as he saw the look on your face…he looked down at his lower body, he was completely dazed… he didn’t know what to say, he just stood there. He had never felt so unveiled before… he felt so exposed and vulnerable…

“...y-yes, mí amor...’”

He replied, getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom, badly hiding the fact he was just naked… the walk of pride.

"thank you cariño." You said to him in a soft tone as he turned around "God I love his body." You thought as he walked away, you sat in the kitchen and waited for him.

Miguel came back… he had wiped himself clean and put on pants, but he was still very embarrassed, he looked over at you and he gave a halfhearted smile.

“All done… I uh… sorry for that… I-I feel a bit silly now…”, he said as he sat on a chair, he looked down in the table and sighed.

“How long have I left you waiting for…?”

"It was only 20 mins perro tonto." You say smiling.

Miguel sighed, he felt relieved that you weren’t too angry at him still… he hated for you to be mad at him… the last thing Miguel ever wanted was for you to dislike him… he had a soft spot for you, he couldn’t just let you down.

“That’s still a bit of time, mi amor…”

Miguel smiled slightly as he turned to look at you, he couldn’t help but think you were really cute when you were annoyed.

"Anyway how was your day being spiderman CEO and all" You said as you sat next to him at the table rubbing his arm

“It was alright, I’ve had to deal with a bit of stress lately… people from the media trying to dig up my identity … it’s starting to feel more like a full time job… but as long as I’m with you…”

He gave you a bright smile as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“I’m happy.”

"Ay, mí vida" You say as you cover your face.

He giggled a bit as his ears turned slightly red.

“Oh… you really do know how to make me blush still…” he muttered.

“You're so sweet… you’re the love of my life and there’s nothing in the world I’d rather be doing then spending time with you…”

Miguel leaned forward and kissed the top of your head.

“You make me happier then I ever knew I could be.” You both say at the same time as you look each other in the eye.

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4dmc · 10 months

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tiktok - @the_artst

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sketch-kenyy · 10 months

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luvrxbunny · 6 months

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hold it

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Pussy Slapping

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex, praise, subspace but miguel doesn’t bring her back (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.4k

A/N: a few things- not a lot of Spanish cus people made me too nervous abt it. the prompt doesn't really factor into the story that much imo, sorry- not feeling super good abt this one tbh :( (not proofread)

He slaps you again and your teeth dig into your lip to keep your cries in. “Keep it in, sweetheart. I’m not breeding you so you can waste it all.” You nod frantically at him, aiming to please him as you clench all your muscles and try your best to hold his cum inside. You watch a satisfied smile spread over his face and his fingers come down to your pussy and spread your lips, watching your hole twitch. “That’s it. There we go, good girl.”

Your entire body is sensitive from how he’s been using you. He came home desperate to breed you and why would you refuse? Once he came in you though, he told you to hold it in, to keep all his cum inside you to ensure it takes, but your weak, post-orgasm body and your post-sex hazed brain couldn’t keep up.

You’re laying back on the pillows, one leg over his thighs and he’s sitting halfway between your legs. His eyes are stuck on your pussy, watching the way you quiver to hold his load in, especially with how he’s been teasing you. He’s mesmerized by the sight, some of his cum already leaking out, a small stream breaking through as you whimper at your lack of control.

You try to hold it in but eventually, your body gives up, too over-stimulated by his repeated slaps over your clit, the wet sound it makes when his hand connects with your pussy. He has this teasing, amused smirk on his face every time your body trembles after he hits you. You couldn’t handle it. Miguel grabs your thigh that’s in his lap and spreads you open further, watching as you twitch and let go, letting his cum slide out of you and onto his sheets. Then he slapped your pussy the moment he could see his cum sliding out of you.

“I told you to hold it.” His voice is stern, non-negotiable, and sends a shiver down your spine as you tense all your muscles again. He laughs quietly, low and teasing. “I’m just gonna have to fill you again.”

He tuts at you, gives a disappointed sigh, and crawls back between your legs. You’re deep in subspace, wanting nothing more than to please him and taking his sigh as real, genuine disappointment. Tears well in your eyes and you whimper your apology as he lines himself with your entrance. “M’ sorry, Miguel. I-” You’re cut off by him sliding inside you, forcing a sob-like moan to fall from your lips. His eyes snap to your face at the sound, he’s climbing up your body and cradling your face within seconds.

“What’s this? You wanna stop, sweetheart?” You shake your head vigorously and wrap all your limbs around him, holding him close to you, pressing all his warmth against yours, and leaving pleasured cries in his ear. “C’mon, talk to me, amor.” He hasn’t moved inside you but his hands haven’t stopped caressing your body. He slides up your back to the base of your neck and gently pulls you away from him. Your eyes are closed, little tears resting on your lashes, chipping away at his heart. You sniffle once and try to tilt up into him, forcing his cock to slide against your walls in the way only he can. Instead, he forces your hips back to the bed with a soft grunt and looks back at you expectantly. So you give in.

“Jus’ wanna be good for you, Miggy.” Realization, sadness, and relief course through him. He hadn’t noticed you were so far gone, too caught up in his own mission, his need to fill you again and again, but the fact that he missed your needs because they were clouded by his own sends a pang of hurt through his heart. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, nose then lips. You moan sweetly against him, hands instantly coming up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer to you. He pulls away and gives you one more kiss before looking deep into your eyes. “You’re always good for me, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me, baby.”

He feels your clench on him at his words, a soft smile coming to his face at your predictability. You pull him closer to your face, just centimeters from his lips, and grind yourself up into him, earning a gentle moan from his lips. “See? So perfect, amor.” He thrusts into you, deep and hitting your G-Spot on his first try. His name comes out of your mouth as a shout, your nails dig into his back as you try and stabilize yourself.

His hips speed up, starting their more brutal pace, knocking any stray thoughts loose from your head. He’s fixated on your face, hyper-vigilant to your reactions, making sure you’re enjoying yourself, that he’s giving you everything you need. He’s already desperate to cum in you, his cock still sensitive from the load he gave you a few minutes ago. You’re letting out high-pitched, passionate moans into his room, filling the space with sounds of you and your soaked pussy. His cock twitches inside you at the sound and you feel it.

You let out a desperate moan and slam your lips into his, wet, needy, and messy. His spit ends up all over your face, you’re just trying to lick at him, into his mouth, over his lips, anything he’ll give you. Your desperation has his moaning raggedly into your mouth, his hips slamming into you harder, his tip bruising your cervix as he abuses it. “I love you so much, Miggy.” Your words stab arousal through him like a hot knife, slicing through his entire being. He collapses over you, groaning your name into your neck, almost deafening you with their volume.

You’re always so soft for him, it’s almost painful how much it turns him on. He’s been slapping and abusing your pussy all night and you’re still so in love. You re-angle his head, forcing him to focus on you, watching the love that you’re pouring into your gaze. It’s making his balls tingle, and tense when they slap against your ass. “Te amo más bebé” His moan is smooth with the words as they slide from his mouth.

(“I love you more, baby”)

His muscles draw tight as he cock twitces inside you. “M’gonna fill you up. Gotta-” He tilts your hips toward him, forcing his cock deeper, pressing into your cervix almost painfully and he whimpers at the feeling. “-llegar tan profundo como pueda. Make sure you can keep it all in, bebé.” His hips begin to stutter and shake against yours as you tighten endlessly around him. You’re so out of it, all you can feel is the pleasure he’s giving you and your orgasm that’s about to snap in your stomach. Miguel grinds into you one more time, shaky, slow, and hard. You’re cumming around him. You moan a garbled version of his name, so loud and wrecked you barely recognize your voice in your ears. The sounds are ravaging Miguel though, they’re sending shocks through his body and he suddenly can’t hold on any longer.

(“-get as deep as I can”)

He hunches over you, forcing his cock deeper, sending a new explosion of pleasure through your body with the sensations. He’s flooding your wet heat, painting you, coating your walls completely in his seed as he moans your name into the sex-scented air. He mutters love notes to you on repeat as he lets out rope after rope of cum into you. He’s breathing in his shaky breaths along with the scent of your hair as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and pulls out slowly. You whimper at the loss of his stretch and it oddly warms his chest, that you still want him after he’s been with you since he got home.

He grabs a little towel on the side of the bed and wipes himself down before turning to do the same to you. Only to find you with your fingers buried deep inside yourself. He would be hard again if he had anything left in him. He basically runs back to your side, wanting an explanation but instead getting an even more erotic scene. Your eyes are on his, looking like you’re pleading for something and he can’t decipher what. “What is it, baby? Are you okay?”

You nod at him eagerly and little tears well in your eyes. “M’keepin’ it all in for you, Miggy.” He’s stunned to silence at your words, unable to believe how deep you are. “Tell- Tell me I’m good—? I’m- Am I being good?”

He almost passes out. He feels his sensitive cock fattening up again. Apparently, he does have something left in him.

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demigoddessqueens · 10 months

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They couldn’t give STEM boyfriend-husband a five o’clock shadow with the glasses because he’d be too powerful in his final form

Also the red eyes??? Miguel’s confirmed light-sensitive!! I need him in sunglasses at all times

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c0smicdusk · 9 months

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Hey look its old man anger issues

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miggyyyyohara · 9 months

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Currently reading Twisted Love by Ana Huang

And boy oh boy does the male mc feel like Miguel O'hara

I'm living for it 🤭🫶🏻

That's such a Miguel thing 🥺💕

My thoughts about miguelito 24/7

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catchingdaydreams · 10 days

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Sleep paralysis demon Miguel - Part 2

Part 1

(not proof read)

It was little over a week until any forms of sleep paralysis was forced upon you. During then you had time to think of the whole ordeal. That 'grumpy shadow', you unofficially named him for now , didn't appear the following nights either. This led to your conclusion that he only showed up with one of your episodes. You weren't looking forward to them even more now. After the last encounter you have no clue how he would react to you. You did upset him for not acknowledging his menacing gaze. But it's not your fault that just continuously staring is awkward. Its human nature.

Besides the point you needed to come up with a plan. You have no clue what that shadow man is or what caused yourself to be haunted by him. If this was becoming a frequent thing then there needs to be a way you can communicate to him. Maybe you can fix whatever bad blood between us. Maybe you could tell him to leave?

You just hope you won't provoke him....

...But that wouldn't be half enjoyable.

As the nighttime was looming over, you hopped into bed. It took you a while for your body to feel at ease but eventually you were falling to what appeared to be your slumber. But coldness of the room etched within the sheets sending in goes bumps. You tried to bury yourself further within the covers but your body was completely frozen. You signed irritatedly about your discomfort with the temperature. While tossing and turning before, much of your left leg and chest was exposed to the cold air. Every passing minute seemed to feel colder and colder. This wasn't normal, the coldness increased to the point that you could see your breath. Something supernatural was a play and you had a good guess who.

But he didn't show himself, not right away though. Miguel had bigger plans this time. It wasn't just hunger anymore. He was determined to make you fear him.

The coldness that etched into your room spewed an icy mist that made you sight hazy and dulled the rest of your senses. You tried not to panic. You really did. However, subconsciously fear had stricken you as the room grew darker and darker. The only sense that remained was your hearing. But that wasnt reliable as all you could hear was your heartbeat thumped louder and louder in your head. The only warmth that lingered was your body sweating bullets as a million thoughts were running through your mind.

Why was this time so different? Is it even the same entity doing this? Oh god, what if whatever this thing is trying to hurt you?

The last thought terrified you. Especially how exposed you felt when half your body wasn't under the sheets. Your paranoia sparked nasty ideas of something grabbing your feet and dragging you down. You thought that this terror might break your stillness, trying to move your body once more, though proved fruitfulness. You huffed at this mental strain over a flight response. Your sense we're being tested. Played like a fiddle while you were so helpless.

During your internal dilemma, you didn't notice the tapping above you. Walls groaning and creaking until it grew into a banging, vibrating the walls so violently that it shook the picture frames above.

Your mind was cleared from thought when the banging boomed above your head. You rolled your eyes up to witness who was doing it but from the angle you couldn't see anything.

What you did see was a flicker in the corner of your eye. On for a second flashed red. You blinked, focusing your vision in front of you.

There he was. Hunched over you on the bed. Almost as if he was pinning you down. What you didn't notice was that you didn't feel any weight of his body pressed onto you. You didn't know he was simply a shadow. But it's not like you knew nor cared at the moment. You were too preoccupied with how this fucken man was above you, given you looks that would kill.

You didn't know how you could be even more frozen in fear. His face was just an arms length of yours. His red glowing gaze still obscured his shadowed face, yet with being in closer proximity you could make out a scow. He took notice of moving away from his gaze to the rest of his face. He smirks, flashing his bright white fangs at you.

Miguel has been having dinner and a show with you. This time he made sure your fear persisted during his feeding. His little tricks seemed to do the work. And he certainly got a kick out of you not being a little arrogant bitch this time around when you saw him again.

Even now as he grins wildly your fear keeps growing. He thinks that you're scared of his teeth, which came up with an idea.

He leans closer to you, his mouth opens wide as he growls deeply. He aims at your throat. While he couldn't actually touch you, you didn't know that he wasn't gonna rip your voice box out. He could see your pupils dilate as a small scream emits from your closed lips. Its was almost too comical to Miguel, he grins, trying to keep in character and not laugh at you.

He might as well be drunk on your fear right now from how much you were emitting. His breath glazed over your clammy skin as he could hear how fast your heart was bumping.

Moving closer, he paused

He Noticed something above you. Miguel found your little letter that was taped on the wall above you. Glancing over it, he saw it was a message to him.

Hey shadow man, can you please stop being a creep leave me alone. I'm not into being watched by a prevy rando.

Okey thanks

It pissed him off.

Arrogant little bitch, he thought Who the hell thing they are? You were going to-

*Slap*

"Creep!!!" You cried

"Ow-fuck!!!" Miguel curses with a snarl, fangs blaring in offence. He rubs his face to ease the sting.

'She...slapped me?' He couldn't believe it.

'I slapped him' You couldn't believe it.

You both stared at each other, completely dumbfounded. It took you a few seconds to release that 'oh hey you can move now' and 'get the fuck out of here instincts' kicked in.

And get the fuck out of here you did.

With one swift motion you kicked him in the gut, causing him to fall back in surprise. Finally with him off you, this was your chance. You rummaged the sheets off and ran straight out of the room.

All the while Miguel was left on the bed to collect himself.

What the hell was going on?

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