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slowbison · 10 months

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Feral! Miguel O'Hara x Top! Male Reader

Summary: Miguel returns to his personal break room after a fight to heal, but forgets to replenish his spider DNA serum, turning him feral. since you’re a spiderman similar to him, he needs to be fucked to be stabilized.

words: 3k

warnings: breeding, wrestling, anal sex, biting, smut

A tired Miguel emerged into his personal break room as a portal from an alternate reality closed behind him. He had spent the last few hours fighting and capturing another anomaly in the wrong multiverse. Body aching from being thrown into buildings, throat parched from yelling orders along with being mentally drained from an old lady that repeatedly hit him as he tried to direct her to safety. Slumping tiredly onto his couch, groaning as he continued to sink into the comfort. He remained still, quietly waiting for his supernatural abilities to kick in and do the healing for him then realized that it was progressing much slower than usual. Soon everything began to heat up around him, pupils dilating and contracting and the suit felt more tightening.

He attempted to stand on his feet before a wave of intense pain and pleasure washed over him causing him to fall, landing on the hard floor. Claws protruding unwillingly from his fingers, muscles tense as his breathing picked up from the sudden wave of heat, fangs feeling much heavier in his mouth. Miguel felt helpless laying on the ground, gasping as it continued to ripple throughout his body after realizing too late that he forgot to intake the serum after returning.

“F-fucking shit, this c-can’t be hap-happening! Not now!” Miguel spat out through gritted teeth as he attempted to resist the sensation sweeping over him, dick growing increasingly aroused. Moaning as he began dryly humping the ground for any form of friction to ease his growing needs. He didn’t even hear any approaching footsteps until an all-too-familiar voice spoke through a door, cursing under his breath. That was the last word he said before fully succumbing to his desires, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

“What couldn’t be happening?” You asked through the door. You were with Miguel earlier, along with the other spider people, captured an anomaly stuck in the wrong dimension. The man in question had asked to see you after imprisoning the anomaly in a trap box to report on the current status of the last reality. When you came up to his office which was seemingly empty, you scanned around the room until your senses began tingling; warning that a strange presence radiated from a rather hidden door in the back. Tracking it down, you honed your hearing to any noises present coming from the door. Only to then discern it was Miguel, making questionable noises that were having an odd affect on you. A flicker of a small flame, lit within you.

“Miguel? Are you alright? I’m getting strange vibes in there. Talk to me.”

You could hear incomprehensible speech and hissing as a loud thunk crashed onto the ground, followed by a low moan. Your face slowly heats up at the possible thoughts of what may be occurring, but this wasn’t the time for your silent desires held for the man to emerge.

Hand on the knob you twisted it before speaking out, “I’m going to open the door if you don’t stop me right now!” You could hear scattering as the door opened, revealing what appears to be a softly dimmed room. Carefully stepping in, you looked around and noticed claw marks on the floor and walls, along with a table flipped over. After completing a full circle around the room, you placed your hands on your hips confused when your senses could not pick up a presence.

"What is this, hide and seek? Thought you said it was childish when I did it to you-" You were cut off as you were tackled to the ground, a strong grip on your shoulders pinning you down. Pain surged as the claws teared into your skin. Peering up at your attacker was Miguel, who looked more feral than usual as he towered over your face, angrily bearing his fangs. His head turned to the side of your neck, grazing over your veins before sinking his fangs - lapping at the blood spilling. You let out a groan, feeling your dick stirring at the action. The flame within you grew brighter, enough to light up a small campfire.

“Hey now, if you wanted to initiate something with me. This wasn’t really what I had in mind, yanno?” You quipped, attempting to push him off with your legs. Though it seemingly felt useless as he’s much stronger than you in terms of strength. Detecting resistance, he growled pushing you deeper into the ground until his body shuddered and let out a soft whine, losing power over you. Taking the opportunity, you quickly switched your positions around before exerting force to his wrists above his head, locking his legs around yours at the same time.

“It’s over Miguel, I have the high ground. So let’s start talking, yeah?” You said, taking the time to fully analyze his current state as he thrashed around, attempting to break free.

His hair was disheveled from its usual swept back appearance, brown eyes tinted with red, and lips lightly stained with blood from what would be assumed of yours. What mainly held your attention was the hard dick pressed up against your own, albeit not as hard… yet. More logs, added to the flame. Paying even more attention, Miguel had long since begun rutting on you, releasing soft whines that progressively got louder. Face flushed, his cries got louder until moved your hand down to his hips, forcing them to still.

Upset by your actions, he began squirming once again in your grasp trying to gain any friction on his straining dick. Entertained by this you let out a chuckle at his actions, “I didn’t take you for a bitch in heat Miguel. I don’t mind fucking you senseless if that’s what you want.”

For the first time, your words seemed to have been processed in his mind. Perhaps at the words “bitch” and “fucking you senseless” was all he took away. And from what you could interpret, Miguel seemed to be more compliant as he waited, staring into your eyes for your next move.

You trailed your hand from his hip across his torso, feeling the toned firm abs on your palm. Closing your eyes, you heightened your sense of what his soft skin must feel like underneath. It wasn’t your first time running your hands along his abs, as you had decided to join his customary workout session. More like you invited yourself claiming that steel-ton trucks weren’t going to be handled by just anyone. He begrudgingly sighed refusing to argue although he didn’t put up much of a fight and the next morning you stood in front of the gym, duffel bag slung across your shoulders with Miguel at your side.

The gym had been far greater than your own personal gym’s dimension, but what really made the place shine was watching a slightly sweaty Miguel performing curl ups beneath you as you held down his legs. He didn’t ask you to but rolled his eyes while hearing you proclaim that proper positioning of the feet were important to ensure a safe workout. His face was lightly scrunched as he focused on completing his sets, your eyes lingered on his chest that were more profound and round each time he came up and traveled to his torso, abs showing due to sweat clinging onto the shirt. You didn’t even realize Miguel had finished his sets and begun looking up at your face as he laid on the ground, chest heaving, trying to maintain his normal breathing.

The tension was palpable between you two, as it had been whenever you were both left alone in a room. Moving your hands from his legs, tracing at his abs but before you could slip your hands under his shirt to feel more, a stranger rudely interrupted your rather boner-inducing moment by asking to use the area if you both were done. Miguel let out an annoyed click before standing, clearing his stuff out and proceeded to the pull up bars. You stared daggers into the strangers back, gritting your teeth, before returning to completing the rest of your workout, huffing as you went along and closed your eyes embedding the view into your head; opening them at the sight of Miguel’s thrashing beneath you as your mind had carried you elsewhere away from him. Heat swarmed within your body, as much bigger logs fueled the flames.

You let out a chuckle and gripped at his suit before tearing the fabric apart on his thighs. Asking that he’d forgive you later, Miguel hissing at you before quivering, at the cold hands felt on his skin. Palming his dick on your hands, not willing to give him just what he wants so soon. Miguel let out a drawled moan as he pushed hips up, applying more pressure on his leaking dick, aching for more.

No longer able to resist your own throbbing prick, you removed your hand from his cock and went to release your own from its imprisonment, making the mistake as your grip on his wrists loosen. Miguel seized the opportunity and broke free, wrestling your own arms for control. Snarling as he pushed you back slightly which was short lived as your hand returned — after managing to pull your pants down — grabbing at his arms and flipping him around, laying flat on his stomach. You pressed the side of his head into the floor, hissing at his ear.

“Stay down like the bitch you are and take it.” you snapped shoving three of your fingers into his mouth, lining your cock at his cheeks, fucking those fat globes hidden underneath his tight suit. Tearing at the fabric, giving you more leverage to his ass. Miguel moans around your fingers, sucking and coating them in his spit as you increase the pace. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you huffed into his neck, marking the sensitive skin, “Won’t stop till you’re full of my seed, carrying my kids.” Miguel whimpered, cock twitching at the thought of being bred so thoroughly in order to carry your children inside of him.

You purred into his ear, loving the way he began losing himself more to the pleasure. “You like that? Breed you full of my kids inside your cunt, huh?” Miguel whines got louder, desperately moving his hips further against your own in response. You slipped your fingers out his mouth, rimming around his entrance before slipping inside. At first, you toyed with him, simply thrusting it in and swirling it around, but hearing his broken whimpers you curled the finger relishing at the sounds.

Miguel’s face altered between pain and pleasure as you slipped the second finger in. Stretching the ring in scissoring motions as he jerked weakly back into your fingers, cock straining against his torso, swollen tip leaking onto the floor desperately wishing for more.

You tutted at his actions, shoving his hips down on the ground — digging your nails into his side. “Last warning love, I’ll have to web you down on this floor. Is that what you want?” Miguel turned to his side, face flushed and glaring into your eyes, a low growl emitting from his throat that was cut off with a yelp as you inserted a third finger. You pump your fingers in and out of his entrance, watching as he slightly arched his back and let out small mewls of pleasure. You could feel him forcibly relaxing as you readied him for your cock.

After a few more of these ministrations, you removed your fingers from and spat at your hand, coating your erection, aligning at his puckering hole. The thought of thrusting in with the lack of decent preparation crossed your mind as it would be pleasurable, but the second Miguel was sane he’d tear you to half, refusing to allow you anywhere near him. For a while at least. Flames had turned into a roaring bonfire, slowly dissipating your desire to hold back.

Taking it slow, you eased your way in, groaning as the tight crevice swallowed you deeper. Miguel gasped at the intrusion, squirming away as you plunged deeper into his, settling fully inside him. Your senses melting at the seams as intense flames of pleasure surged throughout your body, letting out a keen growl into his ear. The unknown wave of heat continued to boil within you, huffing steams of hot air from your nostrils. Your eyes slightly tinted red peering back at his own.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight for me” you growled into his ear, nuzzling your face into his neck. “So fucking tight for me, gonna make you my personal cum dump.”

Miguel whimpered, closing his eyes and buried his head into the floor while the pain of the stretch died and anticipation of getting fucked full arose. He wiggled his hips back, hoping to entice your animalistic urge that you’ve been holding back to give him adequate time to adjust. You cooed at his submission to you and rewarded him with continuous hard thrusts, shoving your cock as deep as you could, flames consuming your entire body.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, letting out broken cries, clamping down around your cock. There was a mix of pain at the brutal thrusts as he didn’t have the best preparation, but that didn’t matter as he continued to beg, throwing his ass back to meet your pace. Garbling nonsensical strings of ‘words’ that were stuck in his throat, cries of pleasure coming up instead.

You keened as you put more pressure into the grip on his hip, releasing your hold on his wrists and rammed your cock in, molding his ass so it would remember only you and your shape. The thought reeling you deeper into the unconscious, leaving only your carnal desires to devour you whole along with dumping all your cum into the man below, belly round - full of your cum. Miguel clawed at the ground bracing himself as you continued your onslaught, drool pooling at the edge of his mouth. He could barely think straight, the only thing he can remember is sitting at his chair before a scalding heat washed over him and now he’s being fucked into oblivion until his desire to be thoroughly bred satiated.

Miguel pressed his hips back and rocked against yours, not wanting to waste any drop of cum that could fertilize his children carrying within him. Seeing Miguel so pliant to be fucked full of your cum drove you to the edge, biting his neck which left a dark mark. Though it wasn’t enough to break skin, it will warn others that the bitch was claimed and to stay away. Either way, the reaction that got out of the submissive man was a choked sob, body trembling before spurts of cum sprayed on his chest, dripping onto the floor. He collapsed underneath you, but still weakly tightened his hole around your cock, determined to milk it for all it’s worth.

Your thrusts became erratic as you neared closer and closer to eruption. Panting heavy into his ear you snarled, “Fu- fucking shit, here it comes baby. Don’t spill any of it bitch, got it?” Miguel whimpered, but obeyed as he mustered up all his remaining strength to clench his hole. Pushing your chest against his back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you soon let out a groan, hips jerking before stilling altogether. Strings of curses leaving your mouth, swearing that for a small moment your soul ascended towards a warm comforting light.

Miguel was in a similar disheveled state as you, though slightly worse off. His face laying in a pool of his own drool, red eyes dimmed as his brown eyes returned, claws retracting into his fingers and ass quivering to hold in your cum, slowly reaching its end.

You rolled to the side, cock still lodged in Miguel and ran your hand along his side, stopping to caress his stomach, feeling a slight bump that was undoubtedly your cum. Which was almost concerning as you had never come this much before, much less been this aggressive during sex with anyone, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just different with Miguel, curling your arms around him. Speaking of the man, he let out a groan as he shakily turned his body to face you. Eyes piercing into your soul, face contorted in slight anger. You chuckled and ran your hand in his hair, caressing the side of his face, whipping off the drool gently.

“Welcome back my charming beast. Did your dashing prince break the curse?” You smiled, watching as Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes at you.

“It wasn’t a curse, I just lacked the necessary genes of a spider and lost control a little. It’s a side effect of sorts.”

“A little?” You eyed, glancing at the room covered in claw marks that matched the scratches on your shoulders and arms.

Miguel turned to the side, mouth creased.

“I’m sorry, this was a first for me too… I’ve never attacked someone before,” he quietly muttered under his breath. Seeing this, you huddled him close into your arms and kissed the top of his temple.

“Hey now, it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle anyway, you forgetting that I’m Spider-Man?“ You chided, pressing your forehead against his. A small smile gracing his face as you both quietly waited to regain your strength. Falling in a trance of listening to one another's breathing, body’s conjoined as one.

“Say, when you were working on that DNA thing, was there a little bit of wolf involved?”

“No there wasn’t, stop talking. You’re ruining the moment.”

“So it’s just a cute little kink of yours to be bred by me?”

“We are NOT having this conversation.”

“My dick is literally still in you.”

Miguel grumbled and made a weak effort of pushing away from you, but you laughed it off, pulling him closer.

a/n: hey y’all, it’s a little bit late but here it is, in all it’s smutty glory. i would also like to say that my eyes have been opened to a much softer side of Miguel as a soccer mom, but because of a bastard on my tiktok fyp, there is an angst ending in my mind that could be separated from the main, if one wishes to remain in la-la-land. i might write up a lil on that world to see how it'd work, not sure when it'd drop. but because of this smut, my brain kept making different branches of miguel getting fucked and it won’t stop plaguing my mind so those are in the works, one of them including jealousy towards lego spider-man… hope y'all enjoyed this.

that being said, leon’s fic is up next to be dropped though i might be a smidge late on that. apologies. if you are interested in that, you the reader purchase an experimental drug that heals wounds made by the merchant. you give it to a wounded leon who later on notices changes in his body, specifically his chest as stains show up on his shirt... around his nipples...

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l1tw1ck · 9 months

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The Fall of Spider-Man

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc!villain reader

🕷️ Word Count: 1,897 🕷️

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Lingerie, Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Crying, Corruption, Creampie, Nipple Play, Pregnancy Mention, Stockholm Syndrome (Kinda?)

Miguel’s eyes shoot open. He immediately analyzes his surroundings. He’s tied up and on the floor. He can't see anything but he can tell he’s wearing lingerie. He feels sick. His first instinct is to try and get out of his restraints but no matter how hard he tries, nothing happens. He’s powerless. How? Why? When? Where the hell is he? He looks around the dark room, stopping to look at a door. There's light coming from behind it and he can hear movements. Footsteps. Getting closer and closer.

“You’re awake! Good morning, Miguel.” You smile, turning the lights on before walking towards him. “How are you feeling?”

“Who are you?” He asks.

You give him your name. “The person who's going to defeat Spider-Man once and for all.” You grin. “Although my methods are a bit unconventional.” You chuckle.

Miguel keeps his mouth shut, waiting to hear what you have to say next. Your confidence scares him. It's not like he's never met a confident villain before, it's honestly less likely to meet an insecure one, but your confidence is scary. You know something he doesn't. He knows you're dangerous. He always chooses to fight but everything inside him is screaming to run away. It's not like he has the choice now though.

“Pretty soon, you’ll be my beautiful husband and the father of our children.” You kiss his forehead. His heart drops. “But first, I’m gonna have some fun with you.” You kneel down and caress his cheek. He grimaces in disgust. “Let me give you the play by play.” You push his lacy red panties aside. “First, I’m gonna play with this pretty pussy of yours and give it a lot of love.” You rub his clit. “Then, once I’m done, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you. I’ll make sure to go real slow, make you feel every inch of my cock.” You bring your fingers down to his entrance and push two of them in.

“Yo- you're sick.” He spits on you.

You wipe your cheek. “I didn't give you permission to speak, or spit.” You slap his cunt, earning a moan from him. “Watch yourself, Miguel.”

He looks at you angrily but doesn't say anything, too ashamed of the sound he just made and too afraid of the consequences to do so. You push your fingers in and out of his cunt, giving Miguel unwelcomed pleasure. “You like that?” You smirk, moving faster. He bites his lip to silence his moans. “I know you do. Even if you try to deny it, your body doesn't lie.”

He hates this so much.

“And then, I’ll pick up the pace. I’ll fuck you rough and hard. So rough that you won't be able to think. So hard that you’ll cry.” You push your fingers all the way in and thumb his clit, moving your fingers inside of him absentmindedly. He tries to fight against the pleasure but it's no use. He’s going to come.

“I’d love to see you cry.” You grin. He’s not going to cry. He might do a plethora of shameful things tonight but one thing he isn't going to do is cry. He refuses to. “I know you think it's impossible but it's not. And I can't wait to see you break.” You punctuate your last word with a hit to his g-spot. Miguel gasps, hips raising in the air as he squirts. Miguel looks down at himself in shame, cheeks burning hotter than a flame. He’s never done that before. He hates that you're the reason it happened. “Oh Miguel…” You let out a sharp breath.

You move in between his legs and dig into his wet cunt, slurping up his slick before tonguing his sensitive hole. Miguel squirms around in protest. Why does this feel so good? He wants to curse you out but he's worried about what you’ll do if he acts out. He feels terrible and so fucking good at the same time. He wants to kill you but he also doesn't want you to stop. He rolls his eyes back and squirts again, feeling extremely exhausted.

You pull away and stand up, stripping down to nothing. Miguel looks at your cock in horror. That's not going to fit! He desperately tries to get away but he can't do much in the position he's in.

“You’re really boosting my ego, Miguel.” You chuckle, kneeling back down and grabbing his waist. You pull him close to you so his thighs are on yours and your shaft is right against his cunt. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You look at him like the 5 star meal he is. You move him so that his pussy is sliding up and down your length, bringing the both of you pleasure.

He bares his fangs, showing you how angry he is without speaking. “Aw, you don't like this?” You frown, faking sympathy. “Or is it that you want something else?” You grin. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? You want me to finally fuck you?”

Miguel shakes his head rapidly. You move him backwards, just enough for you to be able to make an easier entrance. You point your tip against his clit, smearing pre cum over it and sliding down in between his folds. You tease him with your entrance, you're gently thrusting into him but only the tip is entering him. He can't stand the feeling. You eventually stop and slowly push your cock inside of him. You weren't exaggerating when you said he’d feel every inch of you. You’re practically tearing him apart with the way you’re stretching him out. You bite your lip, thoroughly enjoying his pussy. “I think I’m in heaven.”

If you’re in heaven, then Miguel’s in hell. You slowly slide in and out of him, reveling in his wet warmth. “That's right baby, sit back and take it like the pretty little slut you are.” You place your hand over the bulge of your cock on his stomach, enjoying the way it feels as you move and how sexy he looks with his tummy bulging. “You’re doing so good for me, you know that? Doing so well…”

He doesn't want to be good for you. He doesn't want you to enjoy this. If he wasn't afraid of the consequences he’d curse you out. You rub his clit gently, causing his breathing to turn shallow. “I wanna feel you come..” You mutter. “Come for me, baby.”

He grits his teeth, trying to stop himself from giving you what you want but it's too difficult. He can't hold back. It all feels too good, his pussy feels way too good, he can't do anything to prevent this. He shuts his eyes and comes, walls fluttering around your length. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel. You may be prickly but at least you know how to follow orders.” You caress his cheek. He turns away from your touch. “Even after all that…you're still trying to keep up this facade?” You pull away and turn him onto his stomach. “You won't be able to pretend any longer, Miguel.” You raise his ass in the air and plunge your length fully into him. He gasps. Miguel doesn't even get a minute to adjust to the new position thanks to you suddenly pounding into him. He rolls his eyes back, letting out uncontrollable moans as you fuck the shame out of him. He can barely think over the explicit sounds of your hips snapping against his ass and the loud wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his sensitive pussy. You're going too fast for him to even try and act like he doesn't like it. He’s always had a thing for being treated roughly and you're fulfilling his need for it. You pull on his hair, causing him to let out an almost scream-like moan as he squirts.

“Fu- fuck-” He feels tears welling up in his eyes as you continue fucking him through his orgasm.

“‘M gonna give you the child you always wanted, Miguel.” You fuck him even rougher than before, chasing your orgasm. Tears flow rapidly from Miguel’s eyes, as if there was a blockage that contained all his tears and prevented him from crying all these years. He sobs, crying loudly as you overwhelm him with pleasure. It feels good but it's too much, he can't handle it. He loves it but he needs it to stop. “Ah, I love hearing you cry..” You slow down your thrusts and dump your load inside of him. Miguel uses this break to finally catch his breath and calm down.

“Aw, was it too much for you, baby?” You coo, rubbing your hand down his back.

Miguel nods. “Ple- please..” He whimpers.

You pull out and turn him around. You pick him up and sink him down on your cock. You place your hands on his waist and kiss his cheek. “You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” You caress his face gently. He sniffles, not sure how to feel about that. You press your lips against his, kissing him slowly and sensually. Miguel reciprocates the kiss, following your tongue movements and subconsciously grinding down on your cock. He feels a little less stimulated than before. He feels like he's about to have an orgasm that’ll never come and somehow it feels good. He doesn't know how he feels about you now but you make him feel good, and thanks to the current state of mind he's in now, that's all that matters.

You pull away from the kiss and pepper kisses down his throat and to his chest. You undo the clip in the middle of his bra, causing the two cups to separate and reveal his breasts. You latch onto his nipple, sucking it gently while your hand goes to pull and twist on the other one. Miguel whimpers in pleasure. His nipples are so sensitive, he’ll definitely come from this. “mmh..” Miguel grinds down harder as he orgasms, his pussy clenching and unclenching around your length. You pull away from his nipple, your saliva dripping down the brown bud.

He still despises you but he knows he'll be stuck with you from now on. He’ll eventually learn to love you.

Miguel turns on the radio as he starts cooking breakfast. The reporter talks about all the crime going on in the city and he doesn't seem to care, even though he’s back to normal and completely autonomous, he has no intention of going out to fight. He wants to stay home with you. The Spider Society’s been trying to contact him but he's ignored all their calls. He only leaves the house for dates and groceries, why would he go anywhere without you? He loves you so much, he wants to stay by your side as much as he can. Nobody seems to understand it but he doesn't care to explain it to them. Peter B. and Jessica have been trying to convince Miguel to come back and many spider people have tried to kill you but to no avail. He doesn't want to come back, especially not when they're trying to kill his beloved. He’s perfectly content with where he is now and he can't wait to have his first child with you.

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incculum · 9 months

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miguel just trying to be the dom in all his relationships until he meets you, he becomes a sobbing mess and his knees go weak just by the sight of you. 😩😩

I am back almost a month later with a new theme .. so sorry for keeping you waiting for this

(I hope it isn't too out of character but I will make Miguel cry a little, either way).

You knew Miguel had his eyes on you since you joined the society. It was hard not to notice when it was mutual.

When he finally approached you, you let him play his little game as he pressed you against the wall and nipped at your lip. You stayed silent whenever he froze in response to your hands on his body.

You let Miguel straddle your hips and watched him bounce on his fingers before pressing the head of your cock against his prepped hole. You knew his façade would slip soon — he couldn't even make eye contact with you.

Your hands fly to Miguel's waist when his legs look like they're about to give out. He pries your hands off of him and presses them beside your head, to the wall your back rests against. "N-no touching.." He stutters out through groans.

"You don't sound very confident." You hiss when Miguel's claws dig into your wrists. He doesn't respond verbally. He closes his eyes for a moment and slowly pushes himself back up, until the head of your cock is barely caught onto his rim. He drops down and groans when your cockhead presses against his prostate before gliding past, filling him up. He tries to repeat the process, and you watch him, "your thighs are shaking, Miguel."

Miguel slumps against you and loosens the grip he has on your wrists, "...I'm sorry."

You pull your hands free and grip his hair, pulling his head back, "I didn't catch that."

Miguel swallows and screws his eyes shut when you force him to make eye contact with you, "I'm sorry!"

"Are you? Look at me, Miguel." He finally looks at you and you find yourself smiling despite the faint sting of your wrists.

"Swear! I swear I'm sorry!" He spits out with his eyebrows knitted together. He really looks like he's about to cry.

You don't reply and push him until his back is against the floor. You pull your hips back and thrust forward, keeping your eyes trained on Miguel's. Your cock keeps hitting his battered prostate and Miguel can't keep himself from locking his legs around your waist when you wrap a hand around his cock. He cums almost immediately with a moan he tries to keep in by biting his lip. Your movements don't let up and Miguel doesn't know what to do with himself when you keep fisting his overstimulated cock.

He tucks his face into his elbow. You pause when you hear a sniffle.

"Are you crying?"

Miguel stiffens and he tilts his head back further, still hiding his face, "No.. No, I'm not," he says, but the warble in his voice gives him away.

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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.

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minoment · 11 months

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God sub!Miguel is so 🤭🤭

Like, I’m not a top by any means but he’d look so pretty begging. Wether it’s for me to move or for him to be allowed to move? Good lord…

And to have a hand wrapped around his neck while I’m chasing my own satisfaction? Or just to have some form of restriction on him while he’s begging me to touch him…

-🩵

Ugh yes..

Miguel cries so pretty too, doing his best to hold back the humiliating tears as you bounce up and down on his length. Eventually he can't hold back and the waterworks come, leaving him sobbing and begging for you to let him cum.

Add choking to the mix? He's a goner.. making soft gagging noises as you (safely 😠) squeeze the sides of his neck.

Furthermore, if you mock or tease him while he's like that.. he's nutting.. Hard.

"Look at you crying beneath me while I use you.."

"Such a messy little spider hm?"

"Your cock is such a good toy.. oh.. do you like being my little toy Miguel? Do you get off on me calling you names?"

Say anything along those lines and his back his arching off the sheets as he spills himself inside you with a tear-filled cry.

If he's being a brat, you can tie him up and ride him; dragging orgasm after orgasm out of him while you use him for your own pleasure. Slap him hard across the face when he cums and tell him what a slut he is. He FOLDS..

Pinch and play with his nipples after he comes down from his high, doesn't matter if you've milked him dry, he will whimper and get painfully hard again.

Of course when you're done with him, take care of him. Give him a long bath and lots of kisses. Tell him how much you adore him..

I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS MAN IT'S NOT FUNNY

#please send in requests #or asks #for him #and other characters #i need to let my ideas loose #dom reader #sub character #sub miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x gn reader #miguel o'hara x fem reader #mino chats //#🩵 anon //

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fr3akingtf0utrn · 11 months

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Oh?

Interesting.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x male reader #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara x reader #marvel #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown

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weyirn · 10 months

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HII!! I was wondering if you could do spider verse head cannons for a reader who is kind and shy but so badass during fights??? Maybe with Miguel O’Hara, Peter B Parker, Hobie, and Pavitr?? You can also include other characters if you would like 🤍🤍

Hi! I only do multiple characters for Preferences, but I'll be happy to still do this request!

Spiderverse x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: They React To You Being Shy But Badass

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Miles is gentle with you and always there to provide reassuring that you're doing great. He may look out for you more than others because of how shy you are, but he knows when to step back if he thinks you got it under control. When he finds out how badass you actually are, he's definitely shocked for the most part, but he's also amazed at the same time, being almost speechless by it.

At first, Peter thought you needed just a bit more confidence and tried to help you with that, being with you very step of the way and always comforted you. But when he saw just how badass you are, he's surprised but very proud of you. He (out of exictement) asks why didn't you tell him you could do that, so amazed by you and your skill.

Hobie would encourage you to step outside of your comfort zone or to open up more. But he'll be there for you if you need back up, in case anyone's being rude to you. When he finds out just how badass you are, he nods in approval, saying that he knew you had it in you, roughly patting you on the back.

Miguel was protective of you at first, being by your side whenever he can and checking up on you. On seeing your skills and how badass you are, he's more impressed than anything. He praises you on your skill, now knowing that you're capable of handling your own battles.

(⬆️ his reaction lmao) Pavitr liked to tease you and joke around with you (not out of malicious intent, of course). He was absolutely amazed at how badass you are, asking why you kept this "secret" from him, and he even brags about you, wanting you to show everyone else your skills (only for you to probably get shy again).

Noir was protective of you, and noticing how shy and kind you were, he was willing to protect those sides of you (or whatever he calls it-). Noir thought you weren't capable of fighting, but once he was proven wrong, he's surprised, but also praised you. Now he knows that the two of you can fight together, but he makes sure to always have your back for your (extra) protection.

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volttrashz · 30 days

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˖°☁️.☆🥛𝘾𝙊𝙒𝙎 𝙂𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙊🥛☆.☁️°˖

cw: ₊₁₈ᴍᴅɴɪ. ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴅᴜʙᴄᴏɴ(?). ᴛɪᴛꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ. ᴘᴇᴛɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ(ʙʀɪᴇꜰ.) ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ. ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀꜱ ʟᴜʙᴇ. ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴘɪᴇ. ɢʀᴏᴘɪɴɢ. ʙᴇʟʟʏ ʙᴜʟɢᴇ. ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍꜱ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ(ꜱ) ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ. ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ/ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ /ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ. ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ (ꜱʟᴏᴡʙᴜʀɴ) ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ <3

✦ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴜʙ!ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ!ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ ʜᴀʀᴀ x ᴅᴏᴍ!ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ!ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ!

ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ: ʀᴇᴛɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙɪᴅ ꜰᴀʀᴇᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɪʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴄʜɪʟᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏꜱᴛᴀʟɢɪᴀ; ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴛɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴇꜱᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɢɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ-ᴜɴʀɪᴠᴀʟᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ, ʙᴏᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴘᴀʀᴀʟʟᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʀɴɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ.

ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴜᴘᴏɴ ꜱᴀᴍᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀꜱᴛᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜰʟᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ʟᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʟᴏʀɪᴇꜱ.

ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ᴀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛɪʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ɢʟᴏʀʏ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴇᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ.

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ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ—ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ-ꜰᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴊᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ, ᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ. ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜʀᴅʏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴜʀ, ʜᴇ ᴇxᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɴQᴜɪʟɪᴛʏ. ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅᴅɪꜱʜ-ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ɢʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ, ʜɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴠɪɴᴇ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ.

ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɢɴɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ᴜʀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.

ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴇxᴘʟɪᴄᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.

ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ? ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ? ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ: ʙᴇꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ, ɢᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ.

ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ; ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴊᴏʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴍʙ, ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʟʟꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇᴅ.

ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴜꜱʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

"ᴡᴏᴡ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇʀ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ," ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ʜɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱɪʟʟʏ.

ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴛʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ; ɴᴏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ.

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ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴇɴᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴠɪɴᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴇɴꜱᴜʀɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʙᴇɪɴɢ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ.

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴡᴀᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜰᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ, ᴡɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪʟᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ. ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ɴᴜʙꜱ, ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴍᴏᴏꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀɴ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜰᴜʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ,ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.

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ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ,

ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ʙᴀᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ. ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.

ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇᴅ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛꜰᴜʟ ɢᴀᴢᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

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ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ'ꜱ ᴡʜɪɴʏ ᴍᴏᴏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴍɪʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀʟᴏʀ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ɴᴜʙꜱ, ʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀɪʙʙʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴘᴏᴘ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴅᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ, ᴜɴᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇʟᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴀꜰᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛꜱ. ʀᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏʙꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ.

ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜꜱᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜰꜰʏ ʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ. ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ꜱʜɪᴠᴇʀꜱ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜰꜰʏ ʀɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ, "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ," ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀɪɴ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱɴɪꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɴᴏᴅꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴛ. ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴜɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠᴇɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴀɴ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. ʜɪꜱ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇꜱᴛ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢᴇᴅ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜɪᴍ.

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴘʟᴜɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴀꜱᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴍ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ꜱᴋɪɴ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀʟᴏʀ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴀꜱᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴏᴀɴ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏʀꜱᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴏᴜʙᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. "ʟᴏᴏᴋ," ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴏᴇᴅ, "ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ, ʙᴀʙʏ." ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɢɢʟᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀɪʟ ᴡᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

ɪɴᴄᴏʜᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪᴘ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴀᴅ, ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ!

a/n: you can tell where i stop grammar checking lol . sorry for the long wait! repost would be heavily appreciated <3

tags: @nesli26 @chikai-k

#sub character #atsv smut #miguel o'hara x male reader #bottom miguel o'hara x male reader #top male reader #atsv miguel #miguel smut #seme male reader

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pastelclovds · 11 months

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That Werewolf!Spiderman!Reader had me thinking of a scenario where Reader goes through heat cycles once a year or something so to avoid any accidents they decide to lock themselves away in a cage at Spider Society HQ until their heat cycles ends. Of course as leader Miguel got a key and he may decide to give their resident Werewolf a hole to breed for the meantime to "calm them down."

Like he goes down to the cage, gets in and locks the door behind him, and just lets Werewolf!Reader use him like a sex toy for the next few hours. Once Reader is tuckered out, Miguel limps out and does the same thing the next day until Reader's heat cycle eventually ends.

i can just imagine miguel using the excuse that because he is the leader, he has the responsibility of taking care of your every need. whether it was health, food, exercise and sexual needs, he wanted to be the only one to personally take care of you.

and no one bats an eyes. nobody would ever guess their serious, strong leader to present his lubbed up asshole to you like a whore. Nor would they have guessed that he would let out such loud, uncontrollable moans as your tip continuously abuses his prostate. and they would never know that the miguel o'hara begged to have your knot and warm cum deep inside him, to get him pregnant, to make him take your hard thrusts, to make him cry around your cock like a bitch.

the spider society would never know that miguel is a slut for you.

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miguel-owhora · 5 months

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thinking about stepdad!miguel being married to your parent but being obsessed with you. he tries to get close to you but you're not about that life, disliking him and spending more time at college than at home, but the days you're back at your childhood home, miguel steals your briefs. he sniffs your heavy musk and sucks them as he fingers his pussy, rubbing and flicking his swollen cock, fucking his wet and sloppy hole with his fingers, wishing it was your cock instead.

eventually, miguel has enough, and drugs you. you're knocked out, deep in sleep, when miguel pulls down your briefs and gets thrown out of the world when he sees your big, fat cock. fuck, he doesn't wait and sinks down on your cock, drooling and crying as he bounces on your cock, milking you, squirting, creaming.

by the end, miguel has to clean you up on shaky limbs and a pussy full of your cum. he gives your cockhead a sweet kiss and then your own kiss, straight on your lips.

nothing changes, miguel still tries to become close to you, you still ignore him, but 9 months later, there's a cold feeling that spreads through your veins. your parent is oblivious, joyous that they have another child, blabbering about how your new sibling looks so much like you.

#i want stepdad miguel #i need stepdad miguel #miguel.txt #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x top male reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut

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havensins · 10 months

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Miguel with a size kink but the opposite way. like you're way shorter than him and he's still so subby, leaning into you and being under your control- loves being teased for it. "Such a whore.. you're so big and still shaking and moaning just from this?" "m- yes, yes, please harder". AAAAAHH

miguel is like 6’7 so it’s safe to say he does tower over you, but that stops absolutely nothing. he would totally love to watch you fuck him in a mirror. it doesn’t matter the position, as long as he could see the way you absolutely tear him apart.

miguel knows to keep his hands obediently behind him as you rail him from behind. the sheets are soaked in tears and his saliva but he could not care less as he turned his head to watch your reflection in the mirror.

it doesn’t help that you’re talking him through it either, he’s a fucking mess. “look at how i’m fucking you, miguel. so tall and big.” you mutter from behind him, eyes locked on the sight of your cock entering and leaving him.

“and yet look at you. shaking and moaning like a whore just from this,” you’d murmur, and his mouth would open and his fangs would drop. “your w-whore! yes, yes ple-ease! harder-r!” he’d whine around his fangs, crying out once more once he feels you use his arms as leverage to fuck him harder.

#answered #dom male reader #dom!reader #top male reader #avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x reader #sub!atsv #sub!miguel #sub!miguel o’hara #sub miguel o'hara #sub miguel

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slowbison · 10 months

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Could you write reader Fucking Miguel and leaving him full of cum and desperate while having a cage on getting so desperate and needy and then making him go to meetings and patrols

And could it be villain reader

a/n: your mind is yummyyyy, never thought of villain reader. well i kinda did, but ur's activated a deep part of my brain that was like yeahh this one. anyway, hope ya like :]

Bottom! Miguel O'Hara x Villain! Male Reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: humiliation, anal sex, butt plug, chastity device (cock cage), smut

“We really should go out on a date sometime, hm?” You said, rolling your hips with a particularly sharp thrust into the trembling man. The man was bent over a desk, claws gripping the desk and kept spewing out broken cries as you fucked him.

“Please let me cum, I-I can’t take it anymore.. please!” He begged, wailing as you continued to rock in him.

Your eyes darkened and grabbed the back of his head, rubbing his head into the desk. “I warned you Spidey not to be late or I’ll blow up everyone in that damned bank,” You leaned down, snarling in his ear and picked up the pace, fucking him harder into the desk.

Miguel arched his back and a silent cry escaped his mouth, clenching around your cock harder. He could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head as you continued your relentless pace, digging your hand into his head and hips. You groaned at the feeling of his tight ass, sucking you in deeper. “Haha, it’s a good thing that Nueva’s number one whore will do anything to protect them, right darling?”

Shame and arousal coursed within Miguel as you reminded the man how he got to this predicament.

It had been another night of patrolling Nueva York, he was alone this time around which meant his pace of dealing with criminals slowed. During one of his fights, he forgot the arrangement made between you and him on meeting at a specific location. He only realized after the fight, hearing a loud explosion in the distance that you were upset at his delayed arrival. Making his way as fast as he could, he found you standing at the top of a bank, detonator in hand. Spider-Man knew that only the left side of the bank that had no civilian’s was blown and he revealed himself, carefully walking closer to you and the tied up woman at his feet.

“Oh! Spider-Man, so good of you to finally join us,” You sneered at him, stepping over the hostage under your foot.

“V/n, let the girl go. It’s me that you want, not her.”

You huffed at the man and picked up the woman off the floor by her hair, shoving the detonator in her face. She cried harder and screamed every time the button was slightly pressed up against her cheek, desperately staring at the hero. “Unfortunately, I’m not interested in pets that refuse orders” You spoke plainly, moving your hand to the woman’s face, gripping it in your palm. “Maybe I should take this one and train it properly, hm? She’d make a fine slut don’t you think?” You purred, wiping the woman’s tears away with your thumb as she cried harder.

Miguel was about to take another step before you angrily jabbed the detonator in his direction.

“One more fucking step and everyone blows up right now, stay back.” You hissed, the woman began to tremble more and pleaded to be let go. “Look what you’ve done Spidey! The poor lamb is so scared”

“You can do anything you want with me, just let her go V/n.”

“Anything?” You mused.

“Heh, fine then. Catch,” You laughed, shoving the detonator in the woman's mouth and throwing her off the building. Miguel jumped to save her, wrapping his arms around her and landed on the floor. Taking the device out of her mouth, quickly disarming it before looking back up, only to find you had disappeared.

Gritting his teeth, Miguel went to chase after you, leaving the woman and the police force to handle the rest of the situation. He caught up to you, jumping from rooftops and hovering cars before slipping through an alleyway.

Still hot on your tail, Miguel clawed on the walls of the alley, but felt a strong tug on his foot that slammed him into an old abandoned office, a dark snicker coming from above him. Miguel felt his anger rising and began trading blows with you. Punching you square on the face while you kicked at his side, watching as he tumbled into a corner. He growled, claws protruding as he pounced at you once more, blocking his claws with your knife.

The fight continued for some time, both of men bleeding from cuts and bruised from the battle. You had the hero’s chest pinned against the desk and arms clasped in your grip, rutting against his ass, groaning at the feeling. Miguel returning your grinding with his own, stifled a low whine behind his clenched teeth hoping to stop any noises from escaping. You laughed at his attempt to stop himself from giving you the pleasure that he enjoyed your toying.

“Why hide that you’re enjoying this slut? If you give me your ass, I could do much more than just this, darling” You cooed, giving him a particular strong thrust, a small whine slipping past his lips.

“Or should I disable it for you?”

Miguel craned his neck to look at you and tensed, before the pixels covering his ass dissipated, revealing that he had nothing on underneath. You grinned, slithering your hand from his arms to grab a handful of his cheeks. “Not even wearing anything decent underneath, you really love to give easy access to anyone that promises to fuck you” You said, kneading the mound in your hands then slapping it, repeating the action a few more times. Each slap eliciting a small groan or moan that got progressively louder as you hit harder.

“Don’t mind if I do then, doll.”

Was all Miguel remembered as for the next few minutes you began your assault on him. Eating and pounding his ass into the hard desks while he tried, but failed to maintain some dignity as if he wasn’t just some shameless whore moaning and begging for one of the city's notorious villains. Leading to the current situation where he’s been begging to cum after you’ve denied his requests multiple times, citing that he should just be a good whore and take what he gets.

Your breath hitched as you mercilessly pounded into him, soon to reach your own pleasure. Miguel let out a wanton cry as his vision turned white, body trembling, trying to contain his desire to cum all over the desk. The sight of how the man squirms underneath you spurs you on, balls tighten as you fucked into him as roughly as you could.

Miguel begging slurred as he barely managed any coherent word. Leading to the quivering man’s orgasm wrenched from him with a drawled moan, spilling all over the desk with some dripping to the floor. Realizing that he failed to adhere to your command, he clenched around your shaft in hopes for your forgiveness.

You grit your teeth at the action and thrusted harder, slamming into the man continuously then stilled as your cum coated his walls. Letting out a deep groan as emptied inside, determined to fill him full. Miguel pitifully whined at the feeling, even more so when you left. You returned with a plug in your hand and eased it into him, hearing him softly groan at the intrusion.

Miguel began to catch his breath, loosening his grip on the desk now that he no longer needed to hold on for life at the force of your thrusts.

“Oh don’t relax just yet doll, we’re not done here” You grinned, flipping him on his back. Miguel didn’t put up a fight as you manhandled him, only getting curious when he felt cold metal encase his flaccid cock.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Miguel hissed at the cold feeling, lifting his body off the desk to get a better look.

“I’ve decided to extend our little session together Spidey, extending your punishment” You muttered, adjusting the chastity device around his cock, a pleased hum as it fit perfectly. The man grabbed your other hand that held the key and met his gaze.

“I have no use for a pet that doesn’t listen to orders, much less one that disobeys” You stated, grabbing the man’s face. His mask hid his expression, but you could feel his conviction from your words. Releasing your hand from his grasp and over his caged dick, aligning the key at the top with the lock. “So then, will you accept your punishment and wait for orders or do I have to use extreme measures?” You spoke lowly, bored eyes staring into the hero.

Miguel bit his lip in thought, “If I wear that, don’t terrorize the city for the week, promise that.”

“Trying to set demands with me? You really need to know your place” You tutted, giving him a sly smile before continuing, “Fine, since you’re the best free slut in this city.” You chuckled darkly and slipped the key into the lock, pocketing the key.

“Clean yourself up, your little spider friends should be arriving soon. Be good until then, pet.” You warned, escaping through a door, leaving the man to make himself presentable before he could be caught. Just as he was about finished, the wall busted open as the Scarlet Spider and Spider Woman arrived.

“That was a perfect dramatic entrance, now where’s the V/n. I’ll trap him with my amazing biceps, maybe get some work in with my quads, while you back me up.” Ben rasped, flexing his arms and scanned around the room.

“He got away,” Miguel snapped, turning to leave, a slight limp noticeable as he walked.

“You alright there? Seems like he had you good if you're walking like that” Jess asked, watching as the man tensed and straightened his back. “You can ride with me if you want.”

“No thanks, I’m fine. Let’s just get back to HQ and finish up the meeting for today” Miguel said, jumping out of the wall. He groaned as he could feel the plug nested so deeply inside and grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning.

Ben huffed, upset that there wasn’t going to be any action and followed behind, Jess riding along besides him.

Once at headquarters, Miguel could barely think straight as he desperately tried not to think about how full he felt with your cum still warm. He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to let out a needy whine in front of everyone. Worse when he felt his dick twitching at the thought yet was confined in its cage. It served to remind him of how he was under your mercy and only you could decide to give him relief. Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, helplessly trying to will his boner away while a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.

“You alright Miguel? If it’s about V/n, we’re sure to catch him next time buddy.” Peter softly spoke, Mayday tilting her head at the anguished expression on his face. Not wanting to draw more attention to himself, he calmly stated to the father, “I’m fine Peter, I’ll handle it on my own.”

Peter wanted to say more, but Miguel stood and walked to the front of the office to give an overview of the current state of the multiverse. He had hoped it would distract him from any thoughts surrounding V/n and how he wanted nothing more than to track down the man, kneeling at his feet.

The sentiment continued as he returned back to the city on patrol, hoping to find the villain as he could feel his cock stirred in its cage. He wasn’t alone this time and was joined by the Spectacular Spider-Man much to his chagrin. They had heard a man’s terrified screams that led them to a group of thugs giving him a beat down.

Miguel and the young Peter Parker had assumed that it would be a relatively simple job as they were just average thugs. But as the fight continued with only two down and three more to go, they realized they were much tougher than anticipated. Still, nothing they can’t handle. Then they heard a deep, menacingly laugh coming from above, one that Miguel knew all too well.

“V/n!” Miguel and Peter yelled. Watching the man smile and bowed to greet his audience.

“Pleasure to be of service, though I’m only interested in one of you spiders yelling my name.” You purred, eyes locking onto Miguel’s, even if you couldn’t see his eyes.

“Boss! Don’t worry about these guys, I’ll take care of them” Peter said as he threw one of the henchmen into the wall. “You chase after him! I’ll take care of the guy who's hurt too.”

Miguel nodded and crawled up to the roof, chasing after the man once more. A mixture of anger that his heroic side wanted to capture you and put you in prison where you belong, but an overwhelming desire to continue where they left off.

He watched as you turned the corner and slipped into an opened window. Carefully coming up to the small entrance, he squeezed in and stood inside the apartment. There was rustling coming from a door down the hall and silently crept towards the noise. Peering into the door was V/n lighting a candle with a match and flicking the dead stick into a corner, a pleasant aroma filling the air.

“It’s good that it’s just you here, I’d hate for us to be rudely interrupted” You said, turning the lamp on the dresser on before sitting on the chair across from the bed. Miguel disabled his location and sent a quick message to young Peter not to worry about him. He was about to walk into the room when you shook your head, tutting your lips at him.

“Crawl,” You demanded.

Miguel was apprehensive about doing such a degrading act, but with his cock starting to beg for the man’s attention, the pain and arousal of being trapped in a cage swept over him. You pat your thigh as he slowly get's down on his hands and knees, crawling to you. He felt so humiliated even if there was no one around, making him clench around the plug.

Once he was nestled between your legs, you murmured a gentle “Good boy” and softly petted his head, as if he was your loving pet, a dog begging for attention. Clasping your hand at the back of his head, you shoved his face into your dick bulging in your pants. Miguel felt part of his anger reignite, wanting to curse you out in Spanish, but his body betrayed him and a low whine emerged from his throat.

Pixels dissipated from his mask, allowing only his mouth available and began to mouth at your cock, hoping to please you. It only fueled his embarrassment and shame as he kept letting out needy moans, acting like some cheap whore for a man who should be put behind bars.

You chuckled at his pathetic state and watched as the man who denied that he enjoys being treated as such, didn’t even realize he began to hump your leg. Moving his head away, you unbuckle your belt and pull your cock free from his restraints, something the man longed for as well.

“C’mon then” you paused, watching Miguel look up at you. Behind the mask covering his eyes, you could feel his lustful gaze through it and grinned, licking your lips.

“Get back to work, whore.”

You were going to have fun breaking him.

a/n: not all that sure if anyone would be exactly interested, but part of V/n was inspired by the Joker. but like fanfiction joker, if that makes sense which prolly doesn’t. the types where he’s like crazy but like doing just enough to keep the villain title going so Batman keeps going for him. well at least from the ones I’ve read, heheh.

up next: reader request! leon s kennedy x top male reader. leon and reader, top of the academy students and fierce rivals. must learn to work together to rescue ashley from the insane cult. god bless her soul if she's got to deal with those angry horny dogs.

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did u delete a fic? i swear i saw a tio!miguel fic earlier today

a/n: hi angel! thank you for asking, in fact there was an age restriction and I decided to delete it, I'll take advantage of your comment and repost it. ✧⁠*ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.

"TIO" MIGUEL O'HARA X FTM READER

𝐓𝐖: dark plot, toxic relationship, power play, non con, dub con, manipulation, age gap, step!incest (non-blood uncle), invasion of privacy, stalking, threat, dead dove, dark smut, latino ftm reader, femboy reader, jealousy, aggressive sex, recorded sex, dom!miguel, v!sex, blowjob, spanish nicknames, send nudes, degradation, objectification, AU, male x male, porn plot, long fic, brain rot, creampie, blackmail.

Family parties were normal for your family, getting together some close relatives and celebrating on any weekend, always with plenty of music and laughter filling your ears, was annoying at times, but you couldn't say 'no' to a tradition.

You felt the cold of the night breeze enter your skin, each hair left its place accompanied by a strange chill ── you were being watched, and you knew very well who it was... Tio Miguel.

Miguel O'Hara was a friend of your father, a mysterious and serious man, even though your family welcomed him as if he shared the same blood, he still had the same look of rigidity and seriousness ── no one knew much about his past, if he had some relationship or family before moving to your city years ago, but it was only said that he worked as a caretaker on some local farms ── which made him earn too much money for a simple caretaker, but that matter was not touched by no one in your family.

You obeyed the strict rule of calling him "Uncle" or "Tio", since when he arrived, when his eyes met yours, it was as if something awakened in his core ── a flame lost for years, now burning in his soul, and you it was the kerosene that made this fire worse.

Your attention returned to reality, seeing the tanned man go to the place where you were, sitting next to you; muscular legs crammed into the black jeans he always wore, with a weather-beaten dress shirt that had previously been white, now appeared to be a light vanilla shade, hugging the girth of his robust muscles. He had a cold, fresh can of beer in his right hand, while his left went towards his hair, arranging some loose strands that insisted on falling on his forehead, his lips formed a thin line, the corners turned down in disapproval ── The sight of you hiding from the celebration hurt him, a pang of possessiveness invaded his chest, soon remembering the things he had seen, however, before touching on the topic of rupture the words came out softly from his throat.

"What is wrong, carinõ?"

He asked softly, hand reaching out to take yours gently. His grip was firm but not unnecessarily tight, calloused skin warm against your own.

"You should be out there, dancing and laughing with your family... You seem thoughtful mi principito"

You sighed in response, quickly explaining that you weren't in a party mood, your hands went back to the cell phone that was previously in your pocket, making the Mexican's eyes narrow in response to such an act. O'Hara took a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs, then crushing the drink can in his hand and turning to you, he knew exactly what he wanted to know and he wanted the truth.

"Who was that boy, mi vida?”

He questioned, pulling you closer to his frame as the music swelled around you. His fingers traced idle patterns on your back, you felt the burn of heat on his body, the smell of expensive men's perfume and cheap alcoholic drink.

"You were speaking so intimately with him..."

His voice was a low purr, tinged with warning.

"This is our moment, just us... I dropped that phone." That was a threat, making you make a quick excuse ── after all, you knew exactly what he was talking about, you were going out with "Hobbie Brown", a friend from your college, but you didn't expect your uncle to have seen the two of you together (but it wasn't very difficult, you and the boy always clung to each other even if you didn't have anything officially. )

You moved away from Miguel's heat, before the sensation was still tolerable, but now it seemed like a violent flame and about to explode like a time bomb. Your mouth opened, speaking sweet lies, trying to mask the fact that you were going out with Hobbie ── you knew that the best way was to lie, even if it didn't do anything, you had already seen how your non-sanguine uncle acted like a crazy man when you were around people other than him. Miguel's eyebrows arched in disbelief, dark brows furrowing deeply. "Tell me, corazón, is there something you wish to confess to me?"

He asked, tilting his head curiously. His gauze lingered on your lips, as if he could taste the lie on them. "I see what happens around me, my heart."

He murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

"And I do not like it... Do not lie to me, mi angel, because the next lie I hear from your sweet lips, you'll regret it." The sound of his voice was a low rumble, like thunder on the horizon. He pulled you close again, his lips brushing your ear softly.

"You play with fire... Mi pequeño."

His voice was a whisper now, his breath warm against your skin.

"And one day, that fire will burn you."

He released you then, stepping back with a harsh exhale. His eyes were stormy, his features set in a hard line. Miguel stared at you for a moment, as if he could read your thoughts, as if he could feel your fear ── Finally, he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"If I ever hear of another man touching you like that again... I will end him." He muttered, downing a large gulp of his drink before setting the bottle down on the table. You watched him leave, the loud footsteps on the raw cement floor were enough to tell you that he was angry. The rest of the party was strange, you felt tio Miguel's eyes on you, even though the atmosphere was pleasant for the other participants in your family, everything had gotten worse after the confrontation you had with the man ── you thought about telling about your uncle's strange behavior towards your father, but you knew it wouldn't help, they would just defend Miguel and say that you were exaggerating... But you felt like you weren't.

You went to your room, while you saw the tall man's shadow in the hallway, bumping into the walls because he was too drunk to think or stand on his feet ── you saw him leaning on your door frame, while you asked calmly if he needed some help. Miguel's eyes met his, his vision slightly blurred from the alcohol he had consumed. He licked his lips, his gaze roaming your body hungrily, but he didn't act, only a sob and a sad laugh left his lips, while he showed his white canines.

"You are mi ninõ. You always have been and always will be... There is no escaping your destiny."

He babbled, his words filled with drink, but he was serious, like he had never spoken before, you could see a mix of dark emotions that burned in his brown orbits, each word, no matter how slurred it was, carried a clear truth that could not be said aloud by several taboos.

His hands reached out, gripping your arms tightly. His fingers dug into your flesh, leaving small red marks.

"Don't forget this... You would never lie to your Uncle right? I will protect you... Incluso si es de ti mismo."

He leaned closer, his breathing heavy and laced with the smell of whiskey.

"But I will also punish you if you disobey me."

He let go of you then, frowning as he looked at the marks he had left on your arms.

"Go to bed now."

He mumbled, turning away from you and stumbling towards the door.

"Sleep well, my precious boy."

His voice was filled with alcohol, spite and a twisted desire ── the latter making his gaze linger on you for a moment longer, as he staggered out, ignoring everything and everyone around him, you tried to ignore the burning in your stomach, a mixture of fear and a bittersweet heat near your stomach, you were maybe just very tired... Right? You pushed away the thoughts that consumed your mind, trying to grab the fog of sleep that you tried to achieve, you hoped for a good day... But little did you know what fateful destiny had planned.

You woke up to your parents cleaning the house, it was a hot and irritating Sunday, you woke up sweaty and to the loud sounds of rooms being dragged from one place to another ── you really didn't want to be there, so your father told you to go to your uncle Miguel's house, even though you insisted on saying the opposite, that you could handle the chaos at home and help them, but your parent just repeated the phrase and sent you to keep O'Hara company at his house.

Everything would be better than facing him again.

You wore your most comfortable and cool dress for that sultry summer day ── your breasts bounced and you felt the coolness of the wind blowing beneath your legs, reaching your thighs and panties, an adorable boy, on the way to the wolf's house.

Walking under the sun until you saw Miguel's house in a rural area and away from the common neighborhood, you called his name, soon seeing the man come completely sweaty and shirtless, still wearing the same pants from yesterday, while drying his sweat of his brow, letting you into his comfort.

"Fine."

He grumbled, he turned around, taking you home without saying another word. The tension between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words.

As you entered the house, you noticed a slight disorder. Miguel's usually immaculate house really needed some cleaning. He gestured for you to sit on the couch.

"Your father said you were coming..." He sighed with a hand on his hips as he looked at you steadily. "That's good, now we can continue our conversation from yesterday, okay? I want the truth my boy, give me your cell phone, unlocked... After all, you have nothing to hide from me right... You and Hobbie are just good friends... Right?" His voice carried that threatening and authoritarian tone again, you stuttered but when you saw your uncle's look you swallowed hard and accepted your fate, obviously you had spicy messages on your cell phone, but what could you do? Running unfortunately wasn't an option, neither was screaming, you were trapped in a spider's web, and in the possessive man's judgmental gaze.

"Now. Give it to me. Or else you know what I'm capable of."

He repeated as you handed him the electronic device ─ and it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for... Miguel's eyes narrowed as he flipped through the messages on his phone. His grip tightened around the device, his knuckles turning white. A mixture of anger, jealousy and hurt crossed his face as he read the explicit messages and saw the intimate photos, you were really with that boy... You were doing everything behind his back.

"How dare you show your body to that piece of shit!"

His voice was laced with bitterness and disappointment. He threw the phone onto the table, the screen cracking on impact.

"Do you think you can send nudes to some random boy and get away with it?"

He took a step towards you, his expression darkening.

"Did he make you wet? Did he make you excited?" His words came out like venom, his hand shot out, grabbing your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him. Miguel's grip on his chin tightened, his fingers digging into his flesh. His angry eyes fixed on his, his expression filled with a mixture of possessiveness and pain.

"I expected everything... Except that, I'm tired, tired of just being seen as your fucking uncle... I can give you so much more than that boy ever could. I can make you scream, make you beg for more. But you need to understand that you are mine."

His voice was filled with a desperate need, a desire that was both warm and terrifying. He pressed his body against his, his erection evident through his jeans. You tried to protest again, in vain, you just felt O'Hara's thick lips on yours, it was strong, his tongue dominating his as he held you tightly. His hand guided your trembling hand to his hard, throbbing erection, pressing it against the fabric of his pants. He let out a low growl of pleasure, the sound vibrating against your lips.

"You always make me hard on boy... So fucking hard." He continued kissing you fiercely, your free hand moving to grip his waist, his fingers digging into your flesh. He pressed your body against his again, now the bulge of his pants rubbing against your thigh. The intensity of his touch and the raw desire in his eyes made your own body respond, despite the fear and confusion, it was so wrong, but it felt right at the same time.

"Do you think you can show yourself like that to anyone? Do you think there will be no consequences?"

He pushed you back, guiding you towards the couch again ─ his hands exploring your body with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

"Strip for me, baby boy. Show me that body you dared to share with someone else. Show me what only I should see."

His voice was commanding, his eyes burning of lust and anger. He watched as you hesitantly complied, removing your clothes piece by piece, revealing your naked form to him ── your dress was discarded somewhere in the room, your breasts bounced while your nipples became hard from contact with the air, your pussy was already wet, a simple kiss had done that to you.

He looks at you with admiration... All of that was for him, a banquet of the gods, he wasn't going to leave you in punishment, no matter how angelic you were, he was going to reduce you to a dumb and beautiful mess, totally broken for him.

"Look at you... So eager to please, so desperate for my touch. Did just one kiss from does your uncle get you this wet?"

A smile played at the corners of his lips as he took hold of his cell phone, opening the camera app with a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Well, since you were so willing to show yourself to that boy, I think it's only fair that I capture this moment. Don't you agree, my precious angelito?"

He positioned himself in front of you, his cock springing free from his pants. The sight of his naked arousal feels a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. He pulled you down to your knees, his grip firm on the back of your head.

"Suck it," he commanded "Let the world see what a slut you've become."

You hesitated for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. But the thought of defying him only fueled his anger further. With a mixture of trepidation and submission, you wrapped your lips around his throbbing length, your tongue swirling around his head. He groaned, his grip tightening in his hair as he began recording your submissive act.

"You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Such a good boy, taking it all in."

He continued to record, capturing each salacious moment as you eagerly pleasured him. The taste of his cock and the sound of his moans filled your senses, heightening your own pleasure. Your body responded, the tingling warmth between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment.

"No one else gets to taste you like this. You're my slutty boy, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

He spoke as the fat and hot tip of his member hit your throat repeatedly, making you choke and connect your nose with his groin, the lack of air making you momentarily see stars as he let you breathe again.

As Miguel reached his climax, he grunted and released a hot jet of cum into your mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, feeling the pulsing sensation as he emptied himself into your mouth. The taste of his essence filled your senses, mixed with the bitter-sweet humiliation of the situation. Once he had finished, he withdrew his dick from your mouth, his grip firm on your face. He forced you to open your mouth wide, showing your dirty tongue, coated with his cum, to the camera. The sadistic glint in his eyes only intensified as he instructed you to swallow it all.

You obediently complied, gulping down his cum, heavy tears ran down your body, while his thumb pulled your cheek to show him even more of your oral cavity.

"Look at the camera....You look like a damn porn star... A filthy, little porn star."

You barely had time to react, then the man trapped you beneath him again ─ his thighs separated yours, while he looked at your cunt milking the air with so much excitement, making him laugh mockingly and dominantly ─ without prior warning, his thick cock entered your wet pussy, stretching you to your limits and causing a mixture of pain and pleasure to surge through your body. Your legs were draped over his shoulders, granting him unrestricted access to your most intimate parts.

As he thrust into you, Miguel focused the camera on your tear-streaked face, capturing every moment of your vulnerability and submission.

You were a mess of conflicting emotions, a beautiful sight to him as he reveled in his dominance over you, The desire makes you delirious, completely erasing your sense of right and wrong ── soon you find yourself thrusting your hips onto his cock, whimpering pathetically as you moan his name.

"Mmm, you're such a buen chico para mí.. such a good and beautiful pussy... You hid it from me for so long... But you showed it so easily to that bastard... You disappoint your uncle sometimes, boy."

His hand left the camera momentarily, his fingers finding your clit, caressing it in a way that made your moans intensify, he watched your reactions closely, moaning with lips parted, as he looked directly into your teary eyes.

"See, I knew you'd love this, aren't you? Oh, sí... Mierda- Eres tan apretado chico".

Then, with the peaks of moans and pounding of flesh on flesh, his grunts grew louder and more primal as he climaxed. With one final thrust, he released his hot sperm deep inside your pulsating pussy, filling you with his essence. When he pulled out, the camera captured the evidence of your intimate connection, showing the mixture of his cum and your own juices. Your pussy clenched and milked the air, aching for more even after he finished.

"You've taken all of my cum... Un buen chico para tu tio."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction mixed with a tinge of shame as you watched your body respond to his touch.

He smiles at the video on his cell phone, while looking at you with a dangerous glare.

"Now you're going to be a good putito... After all, you don't want this to leak out to our family, do you?"

You had no choice, and maybe you didn't even want to... Miguel had broken you, as he always wanted, you were his now, only his.

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