#// tho miguel IS coming close.....

[demonsfate]

he's trying to be so humble about this. he's really trying.

[ultravioletrayz]

This idea has been rotting in my head, and I have to let you know!

Giving Miguel a handjob in his office but even when he cums you still continue, his cum pooling over your hand and his dick, making Miguel a moaning mess, eyes rolling back saying “no more, can’t—too much!” basically overstimulating miguel with a handjob :3

Poor Miggy :(

ANYWAYS-

Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, subby!miguel, handjob, overstimulation (m. receiving), praise kink

Summary: overstimulating miguel!!

A/N: sorry this is so short, I kinda focused in on the point of action. I might make a longer fic in future and incorporate something similar tho

Word Count: 530 (unedited)

“Mmph- fuck! Cariño, por favor. No puedo.” Miguel whimpers, his voice muffled by the hand you have lazily held over his pretty lips. His hips jolt and buck in his desk chair, signalling that he’s approaching yet another orgasm.

Your hand is coated with thick, creamy ropes of his cum, his chair stained with his release causing his thighs to twitch at the feeling of his seed dripping onto the floor of his office. The office he had begged you to follow him into so that you could help him release some stress. It was supposed to be just a quickie, a handjob from his pretty girl, a few passionate kisses, and then the two of you returning to work. But two orgasms in, Miguel knew that he wasn’t escaping your grasp.

“Shh, Miguel,” You coo, licking at the side of Miguel’s throat, forcing another string of adorable little whines out of him. “You’re being such a good boy f’me, just one more, yeah? One more time, baby.”

Miguel shakes his head, his sharp red eyes rolling back as a few tears roll down his flushed cheeks due to just how overwhelmed he is, how sensitive his stupidly fat cock is now that your skilful hands have ripped four orgasms from his tense body and your words of praise travel straight to his balls.

“Mami, I can’t- hah! I can’t come anymore!” Miguel whimpers, eyes locked on the way your glistening hand strokes his aching cock, the veins on either side bulging as the wet, gushy sounds of you pumping his creamy dick fill his otherwise silent office.

“Yes you can, honey. You’re doing so well, it’d be a shame to stop now.” You whisper, nibbling on Miguel’s ear just to take advantage of his vulnerability in this heated moment.

Miguel yelps and whimpers as his back arches against the headrest of the chair, the sweat on his tall, tan, muscular body catching the light and making his skin shimmer in a way that has you weak in the knees, opting to jerk him off at an even faster pace that has him crying and digging his claws into the seat underneath him.

His hips spasm as he whimpers against your hand, drool being smeared all over your palm as his sharp red eyes look up into your own, his gaze tired yet loving as your pretty hands send him to his peak once again.

Miguel screams your name as his throbbing cock spurts thick, sticky ropes of cum into the air, the excess trickling down his shaft and saturating his heavy, trembling balls. He closes his eyes and pants, giving your hand a few quick pecks before you pull it away.

“Mi alma,” He whispers, letting his head fall back against your chest as you stand behind him with a box of tissues (because it was going to take the whole box to clean up the absolute mess of cum covering his quivering body).

“I’m here, Migs, I’m here,” You whisper, kissing the top of his head as you bring a tissue to the tip of his cock, earning a whiny moan from Miguel.

Well, he certainly didn’t feel stressed anymore.

On an unrelated note, happy new year!! 💜

[satinestales]

can you write something like hobie ‘using’ reader (consensually ofc) and degrading her? no pressure if it’s too much :) thank youuu 🩷

cold rings | hobie brown x fem!reader

pairing: hobie brown x fem!reader

summary: porn without a plot

warnings: degradation, objefixation (mentions of being used), rough sex, little praising, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it kids), oral fem receiving, oral male receiving, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, hair pulling, teasing

author's note: First thing, I'd love to thank @hanasnx for correcting me and apologise for not crediting him first. I took a big inspiration from Indy's oneshot Moth To A Flame (Hobie Brown), and I definitely recommend you check out his blog out. I adore their writing <333

I solemnly believe Hobie is a sweetheart and a sub and loves to watch you do anything to him, but since he's a punk, there's a high chance he's into BDSM. Also, he was finally confirmed to be 20, so we're the same age woohoouu. Enjoy my try for a readable smut <333

m.list

You laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, shivering slightly as the chilly weather crept into your room, but the warm sunset light falling into your window provided some solace. You wrapped yourself tighter in the blankets, leaning your body towards the tall figure sitting next to you.

The spikes on his bracelet met your skin, cold to the touch as he wrapped his arm around you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You could feel his chin on the top of your head, pulling you closer to him, relaxing in his arms. He was warm, and the cold quickly left your body. You smiled, closing your eyes right before his hand slipped down your body to play with the hem of your tank top, twisting it between his fingers.

You couldn't bother to wear anything else than lavender-colored panties and a black tank top that didn't reach further than your ribs. You couldn't judge Hobie after he made fun of you for being cold. It was purely just your fault.

"Didn't Jess want us to be at the HQ by dusk?" You mumbled into Hobie's shoulder, carefully scanning his long fingers, now outlining the fabric of your panties, tickling your lower stomach.

"Prolly," he responded, you could hear him smiling while answering you. You knew Hobie for too long to know he doesn't do anything he's told to do. Unless it's you. Any words that come from your mouth, he is determined to fulfill. "Rather be with you, tho." Kissing the top of your head, his hand moved back up to sweep the hair strands falling into your eyes.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, lifting yourself on your arms to take a proper look at your companion. His legs manspreading on your bed like he owns the place, his right arm still laid out on the headboard, and a smirk on his lips. You had to hold back a smile, biting your cheek, and looking into his big brown eyes.

"Miguel will beat your ass," you uttered, sitting straight, your knees bent under you and touching his. "And mine." You added not amused by the boredom in his expression. You shared his annoyance towards the Spider Society, but you didn't want to get your ass beaten by a big-ass leader whose claws could tear anyone apart. You already tested his patience last time, and you weren't in the mood for another discussion of how useless you are.

"Babe, don't worry about it," He saw your smiley expression turn into a face of concern and decided to comfort you. He threw himself away from the board leaning towards you, grabbing your hands in his and caressing your palm with his thumb. "S'gon be okay and also, when did a little trouble scare you?" he tilted his head, awaiting your reaction.

"Never," you shook your head, adding a dramatic tone to your voice. You leaned to give Hobie a quick kiss on his lips before jumping out of the bed and walking around the room to find your suit. "But I don't wanna be sent home just because I didn't meet his stupid deadlines, Hobes." You spoke, bending down to open a box with your suit in it. Wrinkled and dirty from the last mission, you totally forgot to clean it. But this time, it was Hobie's fault after he dragged you into his place after you finished your mission to release some steam. He was partly the reason why your suit was torn up in certain places.

Hobie leaned back again against the headboard, arms behind his head as he enjoyed the view of you bending down, your panties barely covering your ass.

"I'll make you your own watch," he uttered, not taking his eyes off you as you turned around to face him, throwing your suit on the bed. "Let him kick you out, and we can visit each other any day." A smile played across his lips as he crawled to you, towering over you, and pulling you closer to him by holding your waist. You could feel his breath because of how close he was and his cold rings touching your lower back. You couldn't smile at his idea, lips forming into a light smile. You wanted to protest and say you can't afford it, but he shut you up by leaning into you, his lips meeting your ear. "I'd finally have proper time to take care of you," he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding down to grab your ass. Chills traveled down your spine as you heard his voice and the cold jewelry on his hands meeting your ass.

You couldn't help but moan at his action and be rewarded by Hobie's cocky smile and his hands traveling under your panties to hold your bare ass properly. As many times as Hobie touched you, it always felt like the first time. His long, slim fingers slid down your skin, playing with the hem of your clothes, playing with your hair, or fingering you while lying beneath him. You always ended up begging for more, and he devoured every sound you made.

Words began to form on your tongue but quickly again disappeared when Hobie attacked your neck and started leaving light kisses on your skin. You leaned into his touch, mind blank, forgetting about the suit ready on your bed, and Jess probably waiting for the both of you to show up. Now, all your thoughts were full of Hobie's lips, already on your collarbones, and his fingers still holding your ass.

"Hobie," a moan left your lips as he moved his hand up to pull away the straps of your tank top down your shoulders. He stopped all his movements, looking up at you with concern in his eyes. You bent down to give him a proper kiss, pushing him back against the mattress, your weight falling on his. Both of you let out a surprised gasp, his hands grabbing you more tightly than before.

"I'll stay," you whispered against his lips, lifting yourself to sit on your knees on his lap while he laid beneath you. You could see the sudden change in his face, a smile glowing on his lips. "But," He raised his eyebrows, confused and waiting for what you were about to say. His hands moved back to hold your ass, your already wet core so close to his reach.

"Remember last time? At the dorm?" you asked, hoping he'd remembered. But you doubted he would forget you beginning as he pounded into you against the wall and called you names, you'd be too ashamed to admit you like being called.

As expected, he tilted his head, scanning your face to find out if you were joking. When he decided you were not, he nodded his head. "Could never forget that," he joked, gripping your ass harder and pushing you against his growing crotch, gasp leaving your mouth.

You bent down, hands on his chest as you whispered against his full lips, your teeth gently tugging on his cold piercing. "I want you to do it again. Use me like you did back then." You closed your eyes as you felt his lips move against yours, his hands moving up to hold your waist.

"You sure?" he asked gently, wanting to know you're certain about your wish. You didn't waste any second and gripped his shirt, pulling yourself closer to his body. Hoping that serves as an answer.

You felt Hobie smile against you as the kiss deepened, growing more passionate and fuller of desire. You needed to feel his touch, his tongue, his fingers, his cold rings against your skin.

"Hobes, please," you whispered as his hands slipped up your tank top, caressing the skin of your underboob, teasing you. Testing how much you can take. His other hand traveled from your waist to find your hair, pulling them down so he could have more access to your neck. You let out a moan as he kept pulling your hair, holding your head thrown back. His lips attached to your neck, leaving wet trails as he moved down slowly.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice deeper and more demanding. It made your walls clench over nothing. His hand under your tank top finally moved up, your hard nipple meeting his cold rings. You gasped, closing your eyes, digging your nails into his thighs. His thumb ran over your nipple while still assaulting your neck with painfully slow kisses.

"Touch me, please." You begged between moans before you felt Hobie's lips move away from your neck and let off your hair. His brown eyes, now darker than a few minutes before, pupils dilated, stared back into yours, a smirk playing on his face.

"Barely done anything, and you're so needy already." Tilting his head, holding back a smile. His gaze fell, where your crotch met his, thoughts playing in his head.

"Pathetic," he mumbled to himself before grabbing you by the waist and throwing you under him, your back meeting your soft mattress. Hair spread on the bedsheets; legs spread for Hobie to fit in between. Your tank top slid up, exposing half of your boobs and if Hobie looked down, he could've seen the wet spot between your legs.

"You look a fucking mess." You watched him draw his fingers alongside your tank top, moving them down to meet the lace of your panties. You waited patiently for his next move, moving your hips against his hand for some friction. But he caught your action and pulled his hands away. You rolled your eyes at the frustration, pushing away the desire to finish this by yourself. But you asked for this, and Hobie always respected your wishes. No matter how twisted they were.

"Hobie, please just," Your tone was filled with annoyance, which made Hobie laugh, admiring how needy and beautiful you were for him. Lying there, leg spread out, tits out, waiting to be fucked like a whore.

"I'm gonna do what I want," he grabbed your cheeks, eyes staring into your soul. "And you will take it." His dominant voice traveled straight to your core, wanting nothing else than to be filled by him. Nodding your head, you didn't protest and let Hobie place his fingers back on your skin, teasing you for minutes before his fingers finally landed at your inner thighs. You were now sure he saw how wet you are, dripping through the panties.

"Fuck," he let out a sigh when he saw the mess you made on your underwear. "You're so predictable." His laugh filled the room followed by a gasp when his fingers touched your clothed cunt.

"D'you like it?" He raised his eyebrows, not taking his eyes off of your cunt. You nodded to answer his question, gripping the bed sheet from the frustration you felt. If Hobie won’t pleasure in the next few minutes you swear you were going to go crazy and do it yourself. Your irritation wasn’t hard to see and Hobie decide to spare you from the torture. You could barely catch him kneeling and ripping of your panties, throwing them away to the pile of clothes from earlier days. Your wet cunt now revealed to him and exposed to the chilly air in the room.

“Fuck,” he breathed out his hands spreading your legs further from each other. You lifted your head to watch him, finding him laying between your legs and taking one of his bigger rings, holding it between his thumb and his middle finger. You were confused at first as to why he took it off until you felt him slide it down your dripping clit. The coldness of the ring sent shivers down your spine and made you tremble.

“Jesus, Hobie.” You gasped, his cold ring still touching your slit. Head falling into the pillows you let yourself relax while Hobie kept working on your cunt with his ring. You could feel his breath, his lips, and his tongue so close to your soaked clit.

Hobie liked seeing you struggle under his touch, but he couldn’t feel sad for torturing you, so he quickly pressed his lips against you, drawing a moan out of you. He could drown between your legs, thighs crushing him. As if you already weren’t a mess, he added a finger, circling your wet core to coax it to loosen. “When you’re away I daydream about this.” His deep voice sent vibrations through your cunt, making you groan his name out. He took advantage of you being distracted by his words to shove his finger inside of you, your moans spreading across the room. His tongue stopped the movements on your clit, quickly being replaced by his thumb. As much as he loved tasting you and devouring your cunt, he wanted to watch you quiver underneath him. Under his fingers. So needy to be fulfilled.

Adding another finger to stretch you out, you grab his arm to stable yourself as your eye roll to the back of your head, overwhelmed by his finger pumping in and out of you. “Like it? Fucking your cunt with my fingers?” he asked, mockingly, smiling at you trembling, all because of his fingers.

“Yes, fuck.” You cried out, Hobie’s fingers speeding, curing inside of you hitting all the right stops. He was sure people outside the apartment could hear your cries, and he loved the idea of them knowing you were getting fucked and used by him. All his to take.

“So desperate,” he laughs at you, stopping his fingers but leaving them inside of you. Your head flew up, your face filled with confusion and frustration. You were so close, he could feel it, but he decided to let you cum only around his cock. He made the decisions tonight. You did as he said.

Without answering he took you by the waist and turned you around, on all fours, ass up. You tried to calm your breath and compose yourself, mad he didn’t let you cum. You felt the heat in your stomach fading away as you waited for Hobie to take you. You practically begged for him, crying for his dick to fill you up.

“Music to my ears.” He whispered into your ear, moving back behind you, admiring the view. Your ass ready to be fucked, your cunt wet, walls clenching around nothing. “All mine,” he murmured, and you could hear him playing with his belt, his pants falling to the floor.

“Yours.” You confirmed, resting your head on your hands, pleading for him to finally fuck you and use your cunt like he did many nights ago. You know he’s just toying with you, testing your patience which is about to run out. You hear his silent laugh and the next thing you know; his cock is spreading you out, deep inside of your cunt. The delicious stretch draws a moan out of you, your head covered in the pillows.

He waits for a few seconds, letting you adjust him before he starts thrusting into you, slowly starting to pick up speed. His hands on your waist, cold rings touching your skin, and his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Fuck, could do this all day.” He moans, his thrusts becoming faster and rougher. "Feels good?" he asks as he leans in to grab your hair and pull it back. "Getting fucked by me." He continues, not stopping fucking you hard, his thick cock spreading you out, tears streaming down your face from the pleasure. You couldn't even speak, as his cock kept sliding in and out of you, only focused on how good he felt inside of you.

"Like being used by me, huh." He knew you loved it. He knew how much you liked being called degradatory names, letting him spread your cunt and fuck you senseless. One of your favorite thing to do.

"Yes, Hobie," you screamed out as his cock hit your cervix hard, deeper now than ever before. His one hand still pulls your hair as his other keep your ass in place so he can pound into you like crazy. "Fucking love it when you use me like that." You let out between moans, closing your eyes,

"Fucking whore," He doesn't stop as he slides his finger under your belly to feel himself in you. The pressure of it makes your walls clench, orgasm approaching. You don't even notice his hand moves down until you feel him rubbing your sensitive clit. You were still so wet, basically dripping to the bedsheets.

"Such a good whore for taking my cock like that," he says out loud, pulling you up to press your back against his chest. His hand quickly travels up to hold your bouncing tits, playing with your nipples as he fucks into you deeper, knowing he's gonna cum soon too. "Your pussy feels so good around me." Whispering in your ear, biting into your earlobe. His cold piercing tickles your neck, making you shiver. You feel overstimulated, but it only brings you closer to your peak.

"Your fucking whore. Fuck me like your personal toy." Tears coming down from your eyes, enjoying the way Hobie fucks you like you're his personal sex toy. Like you're his possession and only he can fuck you like that.

"That's right, you're mine. Mine to take and fuck." He growls into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy, alerting you he's close to orgasm. And you are too, as your knees start to give up and your body weakens, under Hobie's restless cock spreading you out fast and hard.

"Fill me up, Hobie." As on command, he cums into you, filling you up with his seed. You follow him right after, falling back to your bed, letting the pleasure take over. Hobie doesn't hold you anymore and lets your knees give up on you. His cum dripping down from your cunt mixed with your own. Ass red, hair, messy, and nail marks on your hips. Marked as his. Mark as his to take.

You lay there for a few minutes, the body still trembling from the hard orgasm, until you feel Hobie fall next to you, cloth in his hands. He also looks tired, his cheeks red and eyes lighter now. You lift yourself to move closer to him, your lips meeting his.

"Thank you, Hobes." Smiling against his lips, you feel his hand move to your lower back.

"Ask more often, please. Feels fucking awesome." He jokes, now playing with your sweaty hair, which reminds him. "Look like shit, we need a shower."

[oharaslove]

Miguel O'hara as a cat

word count: 2,7 k

summary: Your boyfriend is just like a cat, but he doesn't accept it. Maybe all it takes is an encounter with an anomaly to change his perception.

warnings: Miguel x Spider!Reader, apparent death of someone, fluff?

Hi guys!!! I took a break from the main series because I couldn't focus and I don't want to give you a lazy work. Besides, I also don't think I would do it justice, it is a great idea and I want to execute it right!

Anyway, I had this idea for quite some time, and I finally decided to write it. I was inspired by this tiktok and also this beautiful drawing by @sweetimpurity

Part 2 >>

Part 1

Miguel O’Hara is the definition of a cat. Not a cat person no, a literal cat

Not only his personality, but also the way some people view him. He literally seems cold, out of love, that he doesn’t care about anyone, but you know another story

Just like with a cat, you only had to understand Miguel’s love language. Obviously, first, you had to break down all the walls he built around himself, but that’s another story.

The comparison between Miguel and cat popped in your head not long after you two started dating.

That man could go from being angry, rough and asserting dominance to his employees to begging for love, asking for cuddles and resting on top of you in a span of minutes.

Besides, he probably thinks he is slick when he steals your crunches, but you notice every damn time. The worst thing is you don’t know where he hides them, you’ve searched everywhere!!

When you were a child, you’ve always wanted a cat, but you didn’t think you would be stuck with a man that acts like one. Not that you are complaining tho.

It was always tricky trying to love on him. For example, if you went up to his office and attacked him with kisses and hugs, 90% of the time he would tense up and tell you that he was working, and that he would pay attention to you later. You never took it the wrong way, you knew he was a busy man, and you were aware of what you were getting yourself into.

But that other 10%? Oh, those were dangerous. Those were the times you appeared in the precise moment were he craved love, were he craved you. Not sexually no, (I mean, obviously sometimes yes), but there were times he just needed to hold you close, cuddle you, feel your scent in his skin. Only you could calm him down.

Today was one of those days

You entered Miguel’s office with a skip on your step. You’ve always been a happy person, everyone knew that, which is why everyone thought it was weird you ended up with Miguel, but opposites attract right?

Darkness swallowed the office, as usual. The only source of light being the screens on Miguel’s platform. As if he knew you were coming, the platform was just a few centimeters above the ground, saving you the time of swinging to it.

“Hi Miggyy” you said, jumping into the platform and hugging your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist and wresting your chin in his back.

“Hola amor” he replied, turning as much as he could to see you, with you wrap around his middle. “Come here.”

He grabbed your arm, pulling you towards his front, so he could hug you properly. You didn’t resist, you round him and pressed your cheek against his chest, standing on your toes.

Miguel embraced you without wasting a second, pulling you flush against his form, barely letting space between you too, but enough to let you breath.

He kissed the top of your head rapidly a few times before giving you a long kiss on the crown of your head while also smelling. He pulled away, sighed contently and rested his chin on your head.

“Are you tired Mig?” you mumbled, feeling sleepy yourself.

“Mmm” was all he said, kissing your head again and stroking your back with one of his hands, while the other remained on your waist holding your weight and to keep you close.

“Why don’t we sit, mm?” you said, pulling back a little, causing a groan to emit from him. “Sshh, I knoww.” you coo, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand. Using his shoulders as support, you stretched yourself as high as you could to peck his lips. As you opened your eyes while pulling away, you couldn’t help but smile.

Miguel was so sleepy. His eyes barely open, face peaceful, all the lines caused by the stress gone, lips in a pout, mumbling about something, too incoherent for you to understand.

You giggled to yourself. No one would believe their angry, moody boss was putty in your hands right now.

You would stay like this forever, admiring him, but you knew he was going to get even more moody if you didn’t cuddle with him in the next five minutes.

“Okay Mig,” you said, planting the palm of your hands in his broad chest. “step back, let me guide you to the chair.”

“Mmm” was all he answered, making you bite your lip to suppress a giggle.

Carefully, you guided Miguel, who was walking backwards, to his chair. Once the back of his legs hit it, he sat down, pulling you on top of him by the waist, without wasting a second.

“Migueel” you squealed.

"Stop moving" he mumbled against your neck, tickling you in the process.

“Stop making me laugh then” you replied, trying to push him off, as a result he grabbed you tighter and pressed you against his chest. You pressed your cheek against his head, trying to get comfortable, as his head was between your neck and shoulder, nose nestled just were they connect.

As seconds went by, you could feel Miguel’s breath against your skin. His chest was raising up and down slower every time, your own breath, your scent and you playing with his hair luring him to sleep. You were his safe place, as he was yours.

The peace didn’t last long. The quiet and wholesome moment was rudely interrupted by the screens flashing and Lyla appearing in front of the both of you.

“Wake up love birds,” she chirped. “Duty calls.”

Miguel groaned loudly against your neck, taking his hand away from your waist to swat Lyla away.

“Sendanotherteam” Miguel drawled.

“What was that?” Lyla asked, fixing her glasses

“Send another team!” he snarled, taking his face away from your cozy frame.

“Sorry can’t do” Lyla replied. “It is a busy day, no one else is available.”

Before Miguel got angrier, you decided to interject, “It is okay Migs. We go together and we will be back in no time” you said, stroking his cheek and chest, aiming to calm him down.

He looked down at you with tired eyes. You smiled at him, and he mirrored it.

“Okay.” he said, standing up, lifting you with him. He kissed your cheek before putting you down on the floor.

“What’s the anomaly Lyla?” Miguel asked.

“Earth-232997A, there is a variant of the Lizard..” Lyla answered

“Let me guess,” you interrupted, crossing your arms and arching your brow “transforming everyone in lizards?”

“Not exactly” she replied “He is transforming everyone in animals. Apparently they transform in the animal their personality is closest to”

“Well, that’s new.” you said laughing “Hope it doesn’t get to you Migs, or we will be stuck with two Spider-cats”

“I am not a cat” he objected, rolling his eyes, fumbling with his watching, inserting the digits to the desired dimension

“I have to agree with y/n here.” Lyla insisted. “You do behave like a cat.” You two bumped fits, making Miguel groan.

“Whatever” he mumbled, “let’s go amor” he continued, while opening the portal.

The portal manifested itself across from you, past Miguel.

“Ohh, don’t get grumpy mi vida” you pouted, walking to the portal “You are my kitty”. You tickled him below his chin, before laughing and rushing to the portal.

As you entered the new dimension, from the rooftop you were in, you could see the chaos this variant was causing. Animals roamed the streets alarmed, and the people who still weren’t transform, were just as confused.

“I am not a cat” you heard behind you. You turned to look at your boyfriend, as the portal disappeared behind him.

You giggled. You couldn’t believe he was taking this so seriously. “I know Mig” you said. “I was kidding, love.” you were not.

You walked up to him and tried to kiss him, but he lifted his head, acting annoyed. You pouted, kissing his chest instead.

“Alright, where is this Lizard?” you questioned, turning around to scan the city.

“Most animals are running from the north to the south” Miguel replied, joining you on the edge of the roof “I suggest we start there”

“Good, let’s go” you said, materializing your mask on your face before swinging off.

With Miguel following, you swung across the city looking for the lizard. There were animals EVERYWHERE. Some looked like the lizard, but you figured he was going to have a weapon in his hands, and you hadn’t seen any yet.

After what felt like an hour searching, you decided to stop on the side of the building to catch your breath. Miguel dropped next to you and took of his mask.

“Any luck?” he said, sounding out of breath too.

“No, I didn’t see him, you?” you answered. He shook his head, scanning the city.

You nodded, and proceeded to do the same.

“There!” You exclaimed, pointing down. The Lizard was walking the street two blocks away.

Miguel took the initiative and swung his way.

As you were approaching from the air, he turned around, sensing you. He jumped around, aiming his weapon towards Miguel and yourself. The beam that emanated came right at you, but Miguel and you jumped out of the way, dodging it.

“Don’t let him hit you” Miguel shouted at you. “I don’t want to get stuck with a dog” he joked.

“Hey!” you exclaimed, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

The Lizard continued to aim the weapon between you and Miguel, you both jumping around trying to distract him from one another, to let the other have a clear flank to attack. But he was good. It didn’t help that he had a long tail, preventing you or Miguel from attacking him from behind.

You were growing tired. All this jumping around wasn’t doing shit, only making you lose energy.

“Miguel!” You screamed between jumps. “I am going front, I am tired of waiting”. Without wasting any second, you threw yourself to the Lizard.

Thankfully, he was looking at Miguel, so you managed to punch him in the face. He was strong, so it only disorientated him a little bit, stumbling back.

You took advantage of the distraction and webbed the weapon, trying to take it off his hands, but the lizard recovered fast. He used his tail to knock you off your feet, making you lose your grip on your web.

You tried to stand up as fast as you could, but it was too late. The Lizard used his tail again to tie your feet together and punched you in the face, throwing you down in the floor. You hit your head pretty badly, making your eyes glossy and everything blurry.

You could hear the sound of a fight around you, probably Miguel trying to keep the Lizard occupied, distracting him from your vulnerable state.

Your vision came to you little by little. Every second that passed, it became neater. You lifted your hands to your face, seeing them clearly. Your brain was still screaming at you, the back of your head burning from the impact.

You sat up slowly, still trying to pay attention to the sounds of the fight, listening if Miguel needed help. You touched the back of your neck, looking for injuries, but there were any. Thank god, it could have been nasty.

Carefully, you stood up on your feet, testing your balance. You were okay, good. Now back to the fight.

As you turned around, you saw how the Lizard threw Miguel towards the nearest wall. Debris, posters and cardboard falling on top of him.

“Miguel!” you shouted, running towards him.

He didn’t move, he was probably unconscious. Please Miguel, please. Move! you thought as you were sprinting towards the Lizard, but you were far away, and your brain wasn’t cooperating.

The anomaly aimed his weapon towards Miguel, and you couldn’t reach him in time.

“Hey!” you screamed “YOU BIG UGLY LIZARD” you tried to get his attention, but he didn’t budge.

He shoot the weapon, and in the place where your lovely boyfriend was laying, there was nothing.

“NO!!” you cried. “What did you do!?”.

You were angry. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You charged towards the Lizard at full force.

Miguel wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. He was just a really small animal. Yeah! That was it. You said to yourself, trying to convince yourself that your boyfriend was still alive.

The Lizard loaded the weapon again, aiming at you, but this time you were ready. As he was about to shoot it, you shot a web towards its opening, prohibiting the beam to escape.

The weapon overloaded, which made it explode in the hands of the Lizard.

Now, without the weapon, the anomaly wasn’t that powerful. Thanks to your webs and your new founded speed, you tied him up in no time, and threw him on one of Miguel’s cages.

As soon as you made sure he was locked, you ran to where Miguel was supposed to be.

“Mig?” you said carefully. He wasn’t there. He was a big man, 90% of the times you could see him in plain sight. Tears began to well up in your eyes.

“Mig” you whispered. You dropped to your knees now fully crying, not being able to stay strong anymore.

Tears were streaming down your face, wetting your cheeks and falling to your legs. You covered your face with your hands, sobbing into them. You began shaking uncontrollably. What were you supposed to do? How could you tell everyone what happened? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY! You were supposed to capture this anomaly and go back to cuddle. And now you were alone.

Between your sobs, you heard rustling near you. Maybe you shouldn’t be crying in the ground when there are a lot of wild animals running around. You know they are people, but you don’t know if they keep their conscience, one could attack you.

Regaining some control over your body, still weak from all the crying and the fight, you stood up, dusting your legs. You rubbed your eyes, wiping your tears away. As you were turning to take the Lizard back to HQ, you heard more rustling coming from below the card boards and debris that fell over Miguel.

Right in front of your eyes, a blue and red Maine Coon wobble out, looking confuse. It stretch himself, before looking around and spotting you. You looked at him wide eyed. A blue cat? you thought Those aren’t normal, but again, you ARE in other dimension.

It walked towards you and stopped at your feet, sat over his back legs and gazed up at you. It meowed at you, as urging you to do something.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” you asked, hoping it would understand.

It meowed at you again, before standing up and rubbing his body against your legs.

“Okay, okay buddy” You said, before bending down and picking the cat up. It was a tricky action, given that the cat stretched out was as tall as half as you. And he weighted too.

“There you go, bud” you mumbled, looking at the beautiful cat, now in your arms. You swayed your body, as trying to make a baby sleep, and the cat started purring, closing his eyes.

“I wish Mig could see you” you sighed, looking at him. That made him stop purring, and look at you.

“What?” you asked. Why is it looking at me like that?

The cat meowed and trill, headbutting your chin. Wait! A blue and red gigantic cat. THIS WAS YOUR MIGGY

“Miggy?” you asked, before getting your hopes up in vain. The cat purred and headbutted you again.

“MIGGYYY” you squealed, holding the cat from beneath his front legs with your arms stretched. “I told you you were a kitty”. At that, he hissed.

“Oh, I am so sorry darling” you said, pulling him close to your chest and kissing his head multiple times, at which he purred.

“Let’s get you back at HQ, hmm?” you said

And with that, you opened a portal to Miguel’s dimension and threw the Lizard into it, before hugging Miguel to your chest and crossing the threshold.

Part 2 >>

I'll write a part 2 of the Kitty adventures, featuring obviously more of Kitty Miguel!! I wanted it to be a One-shot, but it became sooo long, so well. A two part it is!!

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pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader rating: mature word count: 2.5k summary: things don't go according to plan warnings: enemies to lovers, light bondage, sexual tension, arousal, choking, canon-typical violence, dub-con elements, paralysis, suicidal ideation, self-hatred, angst, miguel o'hara is not nice, no use of y/n notes: y'all. i promise we are getting somewhere. i promise. lmk what you think tho cuz i thrive off comments

“Lyla?”

While you’re – regrettably – unable to make good on your promise to phase through the floor, you catch yourself hoping it splits to swallow you whole instead. It certainly would be a better alternative to the purgatory you currently face. 

“Lyla? Come in, Lyla.” 

Feeble rays of light filter in through the weathered windows, their reach slowly growing as night surrenders to the wakings of dawn. Variegated motes bob lazily, suspended upon the streams of sun, quivering back and forth between a range of countless colours. Paralysed and splayed atop the frigid, hard ground of the empty store-lot, you try counting them all for lack of anything else to do. Pink, green, orange, gold. You wonder what force chooses the order, whether it’s sequenced to fit some plan of high design. 

“¡Ay, coño–”

Slowly, you let yourself scrutinise other things, too. The scent of neglect that permeates the stale air, particularly pungent around the entryway. You trace the yellow-brown mass that runs along the door’s hinge edge, and attribute the vaguely muddy smell to rot. Then, it’s the glint of shattered glass, winking at you from lost corner’s of the room. They look narrow, far too inconvenient to clean out with a standard broom. You revel in the understanding that whoever had been in charge of scouring the wreckage appears to share your habit of quick quitting.

It’s only when your vision begins to water do you divert your attention to the situation at hand. Last you needed to blink, it took half a minute for the command to register, and even longer for the motor neurons in your eyelids to act. By the time you eventually got them closed, you’d already started contemplating whether his venom would be the death of you. 

(Lame end to a lame life.)

It didn’t take a genius to figure out, though. You know that, if he wanted to, he could’ve kept imbuing you with the substance until your body was no longer able to perform the basic mechanisms necessary to sustain life. He could have kept his fangs lodged deep into your neck – encroached upon your stuttering veins, bathing in the ichor that flowed – until he felt you go limp, concentrated with his poison. It would have been a denouement to his problems – right there, easy, sandwiched between him and the wall – but it wasn’t. Because he didn’t. 

Just like he didn’t let you plummet to your death that day at the quarry, or strangle you while you were unconscious back at HQ. 

So, no. It doesn’t take a genius to acknowledge that Miguel O’Hara doesn’t want you dead. As he fiddles with his malfunctioning watch, you endeavour to come up with a divisive list as to why that is. 

One: you’ve charmed him. The notion is almost funny enough to elicit a snort, given that you weren’t cast in an immovable anathema.

Two: he’s a good guy. Somehow, this option seems less viable to you than the first. 

You find your third prospect slinging from the threads of a fraying memory. 

You’d been a student, before – attending college at a reputable institute close to home. It’s easy to forget what it was like most nights: cramped in that two hundred square foot dorm, borderline losing it as you tried to validate your claims on matter-antimatter rockets and their potential contribution to interstellar travel. There were concerns of total annihilation, and sourcing, and an array of other limitations – that which you’d dedicated your academic career to drawing up proposals for. It’s laughable now; the stress and theories blurring together to form a vague picture of your long-lost ambition. 

You have a hard time conjuring what exact future you were so hopeful for, but the lamp by your roommate’s bed remains clear in your mind’s eye. Warm-white, comforting. For as long as you were awake, tapping away at a never-ending thesis, she’d work through the latest volume of her beloved murder mystery anthology. 

It was the night before your start at an internship with Alchemax that the series came to a close. Her aggravated screams still ring fresh behind the clouded pane of time. You had thrown your pillow at her in a belligerent plea.

(You wanna elaborate?

The suspect behind every case was shot!

So? Isn’t that a good thing?

No, dumbass. It means the detectives fucking lost! They’ll never be able to prove how right they were.)

Admittedly, you know very little about Miguel, but you have an idea of what matters most to him. It’s entirely possible, then, that he refuses to kill you for what your death would do to negate his efforts thus far. 

“Oye,” 

Your mental traipse is reeled in when the devil himself snaps at you. Steadily, your pupils roll up to look at him. 

“I need your day pass.” 

You continue to stare. His jaw clenches. 

“Because of your little headbutt outside, my watch is busted. My only hope of fixing it is by using the parts of your day pass.” 

Is he asking? Does he expect you to respond? 

You can’t fool yourself into believing he’s that ignorant. 

But Miguel stays on standby, scanning your lax form. He takes in the webs that wrap around your waist, branching out to your thighs and shoulders, restraining your arms behind your back. When his eyes meet yours again, the reluctant question you see glaze over them pushes the recognition to the forefront of your mind. 

He is asking. 

Or, notifying – making sure you’re aware of what he’s about to do. 

God, you wish you could speak. You’ve never come up with so much to say without promptly blurting it out before. Irritation and amusement rip at one another within you, locked in a brutal dogfight fated to have no real winner. How hypocritical of him to pick and choose when your treatment takes priority over his mission; you’re littered in marks that all point to his prior negligence of such subtle humanity. Four stabs above your wrist, a pounding migraine at your temple. If it weren’t for your paralysed stomach, you’re certain you would have regurgitated your innards as consequence to the concussion he’s given you.  

But, oh. 

How funny would it be if you agreed. To let him discover the harrowing truth for himself. 

Deliberately, you muster an affirming blink.

Miguel's weariness escapes him in a heavy sigh, the weight of it etched upon his expression. Thick brows furrow, evidence to his age creasing between them, before he sinks down with a purposeful grace and carefully flips you over. Despite the resentment that festers in your gut, you can’t help but hiss a mental sigh of relief at the service it does to your elbows, which had begun throbbing in response to the pressure that the hardwood floor exerted.

From that point onward, it becomes a guessing game of sorts; you can’t see him, nor are you able to tilt your head and confirm your assumptions as to what he’s doing. Deprived of your most reliable sense, the others strain to fill the gaps in your knowledge, drawing upon every available cue; the sound of his miniscule grunts, the warmth of his skin – that which penetrates through his gloves. You’re alarmed into attempted action when the characteristic rip of his claws equipping pierces the strained air – your body powerless in addressing the adrenaline it secretes – until the spider-man touches his forefinger to your palm.

“Relax.” He all but commands. “I’m just cutting the webs off.” 

You’ve no reason to trust him, of course, but you can’t exactly pitch a complaint right now. 

(Perhaps it’s in your best interests to ignore how easy he’d been able to read you.)

A few moments of jostling ensue, before he withdraws with a curse. Your arms remain ensnared in the tight restraints, the ache that smarts your skin all too real for the continued predicament to be illusory. An assortment of jokes occur to you. 

Can’t get it up? 

In your peripheral, you catch him weighing his options. The pause is laden with a sticky indecision – this change in placement, you realise, exacerbates the already difficult task of breathing for you. 

While you fixate on that fact, he seems to come to a conclusion. With one swift manoeuvre, he positions himself astride your thighs, straddling the deadened extremities, and reaches forward to push your wrists apart. You’re quick to catch on to his intention, how the arrangement gives him better leverage, yet–

His groyne presses into the swell of your ass, worsening with every bid to sever the webbing. It’s impossible not to notice, especially not when the seam of your jeans start to shift in tandem, smoothing over your clothed core.  It’s not exactly ecstasy, far from it — no rainbow blooms, tingling gold from your toes to your nose – but it’s been ages since you were last roused like this. Enough for it to feel brand new, a wrapped curse in a prim little bow, eager for all that you shouldn’t be. 

And… Christ– 

And then he unfastens the lines around your arms, and runs his hands up your skin. It’s not gentle, nor is it brutish, but you can feel his desperation escalating. His touches grow progressively antagonistic, kneading your palms up to your shoulders, patting down to the shallow pockets of your pants. You’re searched like you hold the key to his success – you suppose that, in some oddly comical way, you do. And it should be upsetting, blasphemous. 

But you’re no sacred thing. You’d laid down that possibility a long time ago. 

No. You’re foul, questionable at your best, and erupt into goosebumps over the ruthless grip of a man who hates your very soul. You’re a deeply detestable spirit, truly, but a detestable spirit who has just managed to get one up on Miguel O’Hara. 

He throws you back around, wrapping his hands around your throat. His snarl is primal, maturated in acrid anger. 

“Where is it?” 

You’re sure that, in some alternate reality, your face is stretched in a shit-eating grin. 

“Where’s the fucking day pass?” 

Your satisfaction is short-lived. 

You’ve never been one to notably detest humiliation. It’s productive – healthy, even – in smaller doses; a fitting consequence for those who you deem deserve it. Yet, as you find yourself unceremoniously hoisted over Miguel’s shoulder, forced into a meandering parade through the streets of New York, you breach into uncharted territory – a threshold where your tolerance encounters its breaking point. 

He makes no effort to soften his strides, unmoved by the idea of providing even a shred of respite for your susceptible self. If anything, it feels as though he deliberately seeks out the harshest terrain, silently chastising your earlier defiance in the most passive aggressive manner known to man. He’d reinforced your constraints before marching out on this fruitless venture, and now you bobble uselessly, backside pointed upward, anchored solely by the meaty arm around your knees. 

At least you’ve regained control of your mouth. 

“D’stroyed it. Gone. Dearly d’parted–” 

“If you’re going to run that little mouth, then make it helpful.” 

“M’bein’ helpfoo,” you start, straining your weakened vocal cords in an effort to mock him. The grip of paralysis may have slackened its hold, but neurotransmission remains at an all time, sluggish low. In all actuality, it astounds you that he can even begin to decipher your words from the tangled murmurs they become. 

“You had it on at the convenience, and a little bit afterward. You can’t expect me to believe that you dealt with it while running for your life.”

Running for your life. Sure. 

Displeasure sparks at the confidence he imbues in his assumption.

“Escoos m– hnngh–” A sudden jump of stress robs you of breath, your stomach plummeting alongside the rapidly distancing ground. As Miguel propels himself above the city skyline, effortlessly evading the crowded streets via a web he’d grappled to an adjacent building, you’re confronted with a stark reality – that this is the very first time you have ever, and likely will ever, experience what it’s like to swing. 

It’s exhilarating and nauseating all at once, gravity relinquishing its command as you transcend the confines of the physical, soaring through some reality where law loses significance. If it had been you, your arms and skill and jurisdiction, you’d never come down. But maybe that’s why it isn’t; maybe your life was meant to lead up to this, and only ever this. 

(Not antimatter technologies or heroic conquest. Yeah, this feels more fitting.) 

Your skin prickles. You phase through the sturdy frame that’s held you up so far, and plummet from its grasp.

Slicing through the boundless sky, you’re accompanied by a profound tranquillity. It isn’t absolute – fear still gnaws at your core, its presence undeniable. But, amidst the churning horror, your instincts are fainter than they ought to be. They whisper in a subdued tone, overshadowed by conflicting conceptions. One, being the inference you’d drawn earlier about how – whether you like it or not – Miguel would not let you die. 

Another, quieter suspicion hints toward the full reality of your… relief.

Though, of course, you’re right about the former. Tree-trunk biceps wrap around your waist, pulling you close as he slingshots off to a nearby rooftop. You flop into him, a ragdoll to the overwhelming force of his agitation, and squeeze your eyes shut at the hints of patchouli permeating from under his mask. 

You don’t have to face the gospel just yet.

“¿Qué mierda? Eh?” He shouts, propping you up against a ledge. “What the fuck was that?” 

You don’t have an answer for him. Your heart lurches, catching up to the urgency at hand, striking on the hollow bars of your ribcage to some reckless tune. It’s only amplified by the torrent of blood distending through your system, throbbing at your temple, rushing by your ears. 

What the fuck, indeed. 

He damns you, it seems, with a fervour that breaches the heavens, as if willing God Himself to commit his plea to eternal memory. Or not; truthfully, you can’t tell. With the roar of your own snowballing thrill, it becomes impossible to discern the sequence of interrogations that explode from him. The world around you fades to the background, your preoccupancy consumed by the disquietude it leaves in its wake. 

Your sense is only validated a minute later when, two blocks away, an ear-piercing shriek ruptures your dissociation. 

Miguel stiffens, slowly turning to face its source.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘕𝘖-𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘐𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘓𝘠-𝘔𝘜𝘓𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘌:

Earth-15 – analysed, marked as closed. 

Spider-totem – The Spider: soon after being bit by his radioactive spider, convicted felon Peter Parker merged with Earth-15’s variation of the carnage Symbiote.

Notes – do not engage, at any cost. 

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Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Roommate AU, Jealous!Miguel, male masturbation. MINORS DNI 🔞🔞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Miguel has mixed feelings towards your new boyfriend. That was until you came back with very exciting devastating news

It has been a few months since Miguel had been introduced to your new boyfriend. He remembered the day painfully well. You invited your new flame over to watch a movie with him in your room, an adoring look was radiant on your face when you opened the door and greeted him with a kiss on his cheek.

Miguel was in the living room that day, tinkering with some of his work from his lab until was interrupted with your sweetened voice when you showed the lucky guy who managed to claim you. All those days leading upto that moment, he was subjected to you gushing about him and was forced to listen to your rants and endless infatuation until he finally got to see him in person.

The image of you clinging onto his arm and pressing it against your chest with your head resting on his shoulder was burnt into his psyche. You wore one of your special dresses and even touched up on your makeup to enhance your appearance. For a fleeting moment, Miguel imagined what it would be like having you dress up for him like that, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

Miguel had only managed to give a subtle nod in acknowledgement before he quickly averted away, immersing himself in his work. The solitude followed with you leading him back to your bedroom and closing the door, leaving Miguel abandoned in the living room alone with his withering pride.

Weeks go by and Miguel could only watch as your relationship flourished. He couldn’t do anything but support you for the sake of being a good roommate and friend. You’d come home with gifts he had giving you or even bite marks around your neck in the morning after staying over the night at his house. The sight of you being marked by another man, a man that was the embodiment of everything he didn’t have the courage to be, left a bitter pang in Miguel’s gut.

Now he found himself in the familiar confinement of his own room, perched on his bed with the holographic tablet in his hand. The grip on the device was firmer than it should be, and his focus was wavering. He listened to the faint sound that was emanating from your room. He attempted to keep himself distracted with his work on the glowing screen, but his mind was stubbornly fixed on you.

You’ve invited your boyfriend over for the night again and, unfortunately with how thin the walls were, Miguel could hear everything.

It started off with your laughter echoing in the room and now replaced with more lascivious noises. He didn’t have to be in the same room to know what was going on, your begging and moans gave it away as well as the bed repeatedly knocking on the wall.

Every moan he heard from you, that was driven by your boyfriend’s touch, felt like pricking needles, relentlessly deflating his already bruised ego. He cursed himself for even agreeing to be in the apartment while you and your boyfriend were there. A bystander to the unbearable scene.

He knew something like this would happen eventually but he didn’t anticipate it would happen so soon. Too soon to him, anyways. But something inside him was keeping him rooted on the bed, unable to get himself to move. As if hearing your moans from another man wasn’t tormenting enough.

He craned his head to face the side of the room where the sound was coming from, the side where your room bore directly opposite the wall. He shuffled uncomfortably under the covers, fingers digging into his tablet as his frustration grew. He wasn’t mad at you, he could never be. His frustration stemmed from his own pride, preventing him from confessing which now lead him to a compromising position.

His thoughts drifted back to the times you had spent together as friends and roommates. Only you managed to find that hairline fracture of vulnerability beneath his stoic demeanour. All those moments seemed pale in comparison to the intimacy he now overheard.

You were always so sweet to him, always willing to assist him whenever you could. You even made him empanadas on his birthday and cooked for him on several occasions.

He knew that sharing a domestic life with you would be a breeze. After everything you have done for him, he should be happy for you and respect your privacy. It was the bare minimum he should give as a friend, especially after everything you’ve done for him.

But he couldn’t help the antipathy feeling that everything you did was just out of the kindness of your heart and being a good roommate — it was painfully clear that there was nothing more to it. He was always there but never truly there in your heart. He wondered if there was a special space for him in your life, or if he would forever remain on the sidelines, an observer of your life and, now, your newfound intimacy.

As he reminisced on his relationship with you, he couldn’t stop himself from recollecting those small moments when you unknowingly exuded a certain charm that got his blood rushing and his cock throbbing unintentionally. Small innuendos that you were oblivious to but he couldn’t stop his mind from racing with thoughts when he observed you.

He recalled that one moment last summer when you were having an ice popsicle that melted down your hand. He watched as you quickly lapped up the sweetened juice from your fingers, your tongue gracefully moving along them, before popping the popsicle back in your mouth, savouring the flavour of the cold treat. It didn’t help that the sun was casting an irresistible golden glow on your skin too.

Another moment that etched his mind was when he came home to see you settled on the couch while leaning on the arm rest. His line of sight dropped to your breasts and how they were pressed together with your arm wrapped around yourself. He had to tear himself away from there before you would notice him gawking.

But even after he left the room, his mind couldn’t break away from the image of his cock sliding and fitting between your breasts, squeazing it as he fucked them, while watching the pre-cum leak down your chest.

Being so lost in his thoughts, Miguel hadn’t realised the heat that was reaching down his crotch until he felt a familiar tightness under his sweatpants. He removed the blanket that covered him to reveal his erection, prominent and visible, under the fabric.

“Mierda,” he groaned. Shame quickly washed over him. Placing the tablet down on the bedside table, he sat up from his bed and ran his hand over his unruly hair.

He let himself get carried away with his imagination that only dug him further in his grave. He really should’ve just left the whole apartment to you so he could have avoided this predicament.

But the frustration and shame he was feeling was quickly replaced with desperation and need for relief. Reluctantly, he reached over the hem of his sweatpants and pulled them down, along with his boxers, to free his aching cock. He hissed, feeling the room's atmosphere settle on his crotch, after being trapped under his clothes like a bondage.

His heart was pulsating hard in his chest as he reached for his length, gripping it firmly. There were several reasons why he really shouldn’t be doing this, why this was a bad idea, but he brought himself too deep into this rabbit hole of his desires that he couldn’t think of one.

He started off with a steady pace, running his hand over it repeatedly up to the top and back down to the base. He could feel his fangs emerge from his canines, something that only happened with high levels of rage or intense pleasure.

“Ay coño-” He moaned lowly before biting down on his lower lip, stifling himself from being too loud. If he could hear everything from your room, there was no doubt you could hear him as well.

He doesn’t usually do this to himself regularly, but after living with you and watching the way you acted towards him and how you carried yourself, he was spellbound.

He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back. His mind recalling that one steamy memory of you applying the coconut-scented sunscreen over your exposed skin. Your hands gliding sensually over your exposed collarbone, shoulders and down your thighs and over every curve of your body that Miguel longed to explore with his own hands.

He was fully aware that he was never going to experience that now — the most physical touch he received from you were your hugs that you would give from time to time.

He imagined what it would feel like, kissing your exposed skin as he slowly slipped off each barrier of clothes. He wondered how sensitive you were — Would you squirm under him if he were to touch your delicate areas? Will you moan out his name or tug on his hair when he eats you out?

Speaking of which, your moans from the next room continued on and were now adding an erotic backdrop to his forbidden fantasies, making the scenes that were reeling in his mind more vivid.

He didn’t even want to imagine what your boyfriend was doing to your body right now to get you to moan like that. It would only deflate the bliss he was feeling, and his cock, if he dwelled on that thought too much.

He kept his focus on those specific memories of you driving him insane while continually trying to reach his peak.

He knew your tight cunt would squeeze him better than his hand but it’ll have to do now. He imagined you sweating and panting while under him. You weren’t always good with eye contact so he’d probably have to hold your chin to get you to look at him while thrusting into you.

He would watch your brows crease and your mouth part with every breathy moan as your poor cunt would take in the sheer size of him. Shock, you’d look so adorable being helpless and a mess from him. He’d want to see you shiver under his touch.

He increased his pace, feeling his climax crawling up to him painstakingly slow. Would you arch your back or dig your nail further into his back while taking in his cum? The mere image was enough to tip him over the edge, an overwhelming orgasm that caused his legs to shake.

His cum shot up before running down his knuckles. It continued to spill over his lower abdomen and boxers. He allowed himself to get lost in the heated sensation as he rode out his high.

By the time his senses settled in, he knew he had to dismiss all those thoughts he had of you from his head. The evidence of his recent activities still spilled down his lower abdomen and the back of his hand.

With a defeated sigh, he quickly cleaned himself up and settled back into bed, attempting to drown out the background noise that was still going on the rest of the night.

{{Part 2}}

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Heat

Miguel Diaz x Black! Reader

Smutt~

"baby you sure you Feeling alright?" Miguel ask in a Quiet Whisper, You'd been Feeling him up all Day.

Whatever your boyfriend had Going on Was making you hot. After being in the hospital for a Bit, he'd finally seemed to be Recovering Well an Even Gained a Few Pounds to show it.

"Mm'Fine..."

The Boy Had you in Heat~

He'd smash his Heavy Body into you When Cuddled, and his Strength was Godsent, He'd Pick you up with Every Hug an effortlessly pulled you into his Lap Whenever you Found yourself Seated.

It didn't Help that you two were Recently Sexual active, he Made you Feel like a Goddess While you Learned EachOther's Body's.

You Sat in his Living room Feeling him up threw his Pants, While he tried to study on the Homework Ahead. He'd of course Taken Note as he'd found himself Struggling to focus."My Ma is Leaving for work Soon Amor, you'll get what you want~" he whispered to You Nibbling and Sucking at your Ear."But for now let's try to get this Done, Ok?" You Nodded an He Kisses you Cheek before returning to the Homework.

You Couldn't Keep still tho...you couldn't stop yourself from Looking at his Handsome Face. You'd thought about Teasing him again Thirty Minutes later only for his Mother to rush out into the living room in her Scrubs Separating you once again.

"Your Yaya's at her Bookclub an Dinners in the Oven Miggy"

"K, te quiero mamá!" Carmen Kissed at her Son's Cheek as you Waved Goodbye." And I want Fénix Home By 9!" She Yelled on Her way out Making the two of you Laugh.

Followed by Awkward Silence as you Both Came to the realization."Do you...Wanna Eat Dinner First??" Miguel asked Shyly as you started Rubbing at his thigh. "I don't wanna Wait any Longer~" you Whimper out to him, Wrapping your Arms around his Neck your Nails Gently Glazing against him, he Shivered but Quickly Wrapped his Arms around your waist pulling you Close."Straight to the Room Than?" you Nodded, Shifting onto his Lap."Take me There?~" you Pouted out grinding again his tent. You Yelp Out When your Suddenly off the Couch.

"I Gotchu Babe~" Miguel Smiled he could tell you Went Gaga for his Muscles, He felt at Ease Whenever you touched him, Loved on him. He walked to his Room While you Gripped him Tightly, you Bite your lip when he finally climbed you both into Bed Placing you against his Pillows."Your so Strong Migs~" he Smirked pulling you into a Kiss.

" I'm all Yours Amor~"

At this Point you two were furiously making out an Tearing off each others Clothes."Damn Baby~" Miguel Moaned out as he Pulled your Panties from your Soaking Cunt."You in Heat or Something Chica?" He Giggled out Before Tossing them somewhere in the Room, he Ran his Fingers Threw your Seeping Pussy while you Grab for his Hard Dick an Began Playing an Jerking at his Tip, He Hummed as he thrust into your Hand letting his Fingers Playing with your Clit. Miguel Groaned out Quietly as he started a Harder Thrust into your Hand, you Pulled him Closer with a Small Whimper of your own.

"Come on Miguel, let me Hear you~" you pleaded an he'd let his noises Slip out more as she Jerked faster, he played along slowly circling around you hole before shoving two fingers into your Heated Mound."Fuck baby you so Hot you Want me that Bad?~" he Struggled out thrusting his fingers in with Ease. You Nodded Pulling away from him in pleasure, Laying Back into his Pillows, you Rolled your Hips into his Fingers as he leaned down lightly biting an Sucked on one of your nipples while Pinching the Other, You Yelped with the Sudden add Pleasure arching your Back off of the Mattress in Pure Bliss.

" Fuck Miguel! I'm Wet enough, I want your Dick~" he pulled his Fingers from you Before Shoving them into his Mouth, He Moaned at your Taste Before pulling them from his Mouth with a Smirk." So Horny Mi Fénix~" he Hopped up from his Bed retrieving a Condom from on of his Bottom Draws, an Slipped the Latex before pulling your legs to the Edge of the Bed.

You Wrapped your legs around his Middle already familiar with the Position until he pulls them over his Shoulders instead." I wanna bury myself in your Heat Amor, Let me fill you up Good~" he Guided his Dick into your Warmth with a satisfied Groan, his Dick being Squeezed the deeper he slips in. Your Moans fill his Ears as he Worked himself In Thrust by Thrust, he Hugged you Thighs Close to his Chest as he Worked a Good Rhythm into you."

"Fuck! Your Melting me Amor!~" his Dick filled you Perfectly, his Beautiful tip Rubbing your Deepest Depths. You Gripped the Sheets For Dear Life as he pulled you In with Every Thrust Screaming to the High Heavens as he Molded himself into you,

You Mewled as he Fucked you Harder his Groans Getting Louder as he Chases his High."Ruin me Miguel~" you Begged for him an he Squeezed your legs letting his Fingers sink Deeper Thighs as he Fucked feral, Probably the Hardest he Ever Fucked you.

"Oh Fuck! I'm Cumming Papi! Don't Stop! Don't Stop!~" Your reach you Breaking point Pretty Quickly but you Weren't Expecting your Juices to Cover Both your Stomachs, Miguel didn't Have much Time to be Shocked as his Thrust Grew Sloppy, moving with no Rhythm as your Pussy Sucking him in with Every Thrust, He shoved himself as Deep as he Could Fit an Came with a Beautiful Moan."Ugh! God you have the Best Pussy I've Ever Felt!~" He panted Resting his hands on your stomach."I'm the only Pussy you've ever Felt" you Said Sheepishly Drawing his Attention Back to you, he Pulled you legs from his Shoulders. "Hush...don't think I didn't Hear you Earlier~" Miguel wiggled his Eyebrows Rubbing up your Hips.

"It..it just Felt Right! At the Time..."

"Try an Remember that Excuse Next Time Papi's Makin' you Squirt~"

More Cobra Kai 🐍

[madschiavelique]

was just thinking about miguel/reader/peter with them being possessive & jealous while RAILING you after someone else flirts with you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

okay so i know i could've just done a blurbo, but my mind said smth else LMAO (i gotta say besties i'm not super proud of this one but i think it's because i'm a bit rusty, hopefully it's still readable tho !!)

summary : miguel and peter railing you from possessiveness warnings : SMUT(18+), dom!miguel, meandom!peter (?), sub!reader, boob job (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), possessiveness, afab!reader, no use of y/n, not proofread word count : 919 (short baby)

They saw that man, that miserable guy approaching you and trying to start a conversation with you. They obviously know that you’re theirs, and that they’re yours but they can't help feeling that pressing, sharpened weight of jealousy in their chests.

They try to hold on at the beginning, as they often do. Who knows, maybe he was just coming to ask you a question, just asking for information or something. They weren't necessarily partners restricting you much, so they'd just watch you from afar. They knew you didn't need them around all the time.

Of course, their composure began to evaporate as soon as he started smiling at you insistently. They both felt themselves boiling as he took another step towards you.

He moved closer to you, joking in a voice that made them want to strangle someone, preferably him, letting his hand rest on your shoulder as he laughed in your face. Too tactile, too insistent, too close.

It didn't take Miguel and Peter long to intervene.

"Hey, bunny," Peter called to get your attention as they came close to the two of you. "Sorry, they were out of the thing you wanted." He stood beside you as Miguel crossed his arms over his imposing torso, looking down on the fool who thought he was good enough to deign to approach you.

The man watched them, slightly confused.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" he asked, in a tone half irritated and half nervous.

"We're her partners," Miguel informed him impassively.

"Yo-" but he stopped himself in his tracks, his eyes shifting from Miguel's to yours. "your partners?" he pressed the S.

You nodded casually, a bit oblivious about the situation, as Peter gently stroked your hair.

"Why don't we go home, hmm?" he said softly, his eyes trying to keep the warmth of his tenderness, but his lips twitching slightly at the thought of that miserable guy trying to get close to you.

You agreed, both taking your hands to go outside. The way back was marked by a heavy silence. Miguel looked annoyed, and Peter, who rarely looked irritated, wore an expression akin to that of the taller man.

The true color of their feelings took on greater depth as, closing the door behind you, Miguel came to attack your lips, cupping your face to prevent you from breaking free of his grip as Peter came to press his lips to the nape of your neck behind you.

Your mind blurred and captured by the lips of your two partners, you managed to whisper against his lips between kisses, "What is it-" but your sentence was instantly muffled by Miguel's tongue pressing against yours.

"Watching you there," Peter breathed as his hands moved to the front of your waist to unbuckle your belt, his lips pressing warm kisses to the skin of your nape, "with him..."

A growl went up Miguel's throat at the mere mention of the idiot as he pulled away from your lips to remove your top. 

"It drove us mad," Peter concluded as Miguel came and lifted you with a jerk to take you to your room.

You barely had time to feel the cool sheets of your bed under your back before Miguel resumed his sinuous waltz with your tongue. He grabbed your waist, reversing your positions and positioning himself underneath you.

Behind you, Peter had just pulled down your underwear, grabbing the skin of your buttock with his full hand before slapping it, causing you to let out a surprised moan against Miguel's lips. The latter straightened you on top of him, letting his lips descend on your breasts as Peter's thumb came to press against your slits.

"Did you have fun?" he asked as he lowered the latter to your clit, engaging in slow, circular movements. "Tormenting us like that."

"No," you whined as the sensation of Miguel's tongue describing delicious circles on the separation between the skin of your breast and that of your nipple mixed with that of Peter's thumb pressing slightly more on the sensitive nub.

"Course you didn't," you could hear the smile in his voice as he brought his face closer to your cunt, "you know you're ours, angel." he said as his tongue made a long line from your clit to your entrance.

The heat in your lower abdomen kept intensifying as your two lovers rushed to devour your body. Every inch of your skin had to be covered with their hands, fingers, lips and tongues.

Each stroke of their tongues brought their names to life on your lips. Miguel's fingers dug into the skin of your sides as he sucked your tit between his lips, engulfing it completely with the warmth of his mouth, while his other hand lingered on the second, pinching it gently between his thumb and forefinger.

Peter's tongue made quick strokes against your clit, sucking it slightly and keeping your hips in place as his hands gripped your thighs firmly.

The knot in your stomach intensified by the second, feeling your lower abdomen grow tauter as the two never slowed their pace. 

Your back arched, your heart pounding as everything exploded. Your body seemed made of vibrations, waves of bright light that made you feel as if your body no longer knew the limit of the lines it possessed.

Breathless and with your legs still trembling, you let yourself fall onto Miguel's chest.

"Oh, sweetheart, this is only the beginning." Peter smiled behind you, kissing your swollen clit.

[fairlyang]

Fun I 🕷️

in which ghostface!miguel wants you all to himself, no matter the cost

w/c: 1.4K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x nerdyfem!reader

tags: murder, a lil dark, mans is crazy, but head over heels for you tho, seducing, kinda exhibitionism, fingering

part two

Miguel wanted you all to himself, desperately. He was willing to do just about anything. He knew he couldn't get close to you while your friends were still in the picture.

He thought they were terrible people and so far up their own asses so in his mind he was gonna do you a favor. Plus why would you want any other friends or lovers when you'd have him?

So he decided to strike at the Halloween party at some fraternity. You only went to the party because your friends begged all day, but you went on the condition that they'd still let you finished your book. So you went into the backyard and just read while occasionally listening to one of your friends flirt with some guy.

But any time your group separated he made sure to get into a secluded area with each of your friends.

First up was your best friend who went to the bathroom. He stood outside the door in his ghostface mask and a black robe and as soon as she opened the door he pushed her back in. He pushed her again the wall and made it as quick as possible.

He left her body in the bathtub and closed the curtain before cleaning his knife then walking out going out looking for the next.

Which luckily for him another friend bumped into him and swore him out. He groaned and quickly dragged her back into the bathroom, closing the door then sticking his knife into her stomach.

He looked at her through his mask as she tried to choke out words but he just grabbed her, opening the curtain and pushed her on top of her friend in the bathtub.

Once again wiping his knife clean on the sink before looking at the bathtub one more time before closing the curtains and walking out, closing the door behind him.

He made his way through the crowded people and went outside. He expected to still find some people out there and not just you but he was happy to have you alone.

And didn't even have to kill your last friend to get you alone.

He takes off his mask and walks over to you, you look up at the sound of footsteps and put your book down, "oh hey Miguel." You say and give him a sweet smile.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he returned the smile and walked past you to sit on the chair right next to you. "hi pretty girl, what are you doing out here by yourself huh?" He says and leans in closer to you.

You shrug and hold up your book which just makes him chuckle, "how'd they convince ya to come this time?"

"said they'd let me be as long as I came." You say and grin.

He laughs and shakes his head, you were just so sweet.

"I've got an idea..." he says and brings a hand down to your thigh.

You gasp and widen your eyes, "w-what are you doing?"

"Just wanna have some fun with you princess." He whispers and grazes your skin gently.

He knew he'd never ever have it in him to hurt you, let alone make you do something you didn't want to do. And he knew you have a lot of curiosity, he knew you were just a horny little virgin that's just been dreaming of being touched.

And how could he not offer to help you out?

"I- uh-" you stammer and look down at his hand, it gently squeezed your thigh making you bite your lip.

You never thought you'd have a chance with a guy like Miguel. According to your friends he was picky when it came to girls and you never thought he'd go for someone like you.

Unbeknownst to you, you were exactly what he's been looking for. And exactly who he wants.

"So what do you say pretty girl?" He whispers in your ear sending a shiver all throughout your body.

"We can have a little bit of fun..." he coos and leaves a soft kiss along your neck making you shake.

"Or you can just give me the word and I'll stop." He says pulling away making you immediately shake your head.

"Gotta tell me what you want sweetheart." He whispers as he brings his hand closer and closer to where you have so desperately been needing to touched.

"D-don't stop... please." You whimper out and he smiles.

"Whatever you say princess." He whispers and scoots his chair as close to you as possible.

He then spreads your legs and lifts your skirt up to reveal a pair of baby pink panties. "So pretty angel." He coos in your ear making you hide your face in your hands.

He tuts in disapproval and slides his left hand into your panties. You gasp then bite your lip realizing you're outdoors and that anyone could come outside. He then dips two fingers into your already soaked cunt and just relishes in the fact that he's finally doing this.

He's wanted you for so long but with your friends in the way and blabbering nonsense in your ear he knew you wouldn't wanna hear him out. But considering how he didn't even have to convince you maybe you wanted this too?

He slips one finger inside slowly but you still let out needy little moans for him that only drove him more insane. He then pulls it out only to push it back in again, your walls clenching beautifully against his finger.

And those sounds. Not just your pretty, desperate moans but the sounds of your wetness as he fucked you, faster now.

You were practically swallowing his finger whole, but it just felt so good. You've only ever taken your fingers and could barely take two. With just one of his it felt like you were getting fucked with two of yours.

But it was so good, even better than you'd imagine fingering would feel like.

Suddenly he slips in a second finger and you cried out, feeling way too full but he just sweetly kissed your cheek and told you how good you were taking it. "Such a good girl for me." He murmured in your ear as he slowly pumped his fingers deeper and deeper.

You nodded and moaned as he gradually went faster, your cries were like music to his ears. He could set them up as his ringtone or alarm for every morning just so he could hear you if he was able to. He was already in love with all the sounds you were making, it was even better than anything he's ever dreamed of.

"F-fuck- Miguel-" you moan out and it made his cock twitch under his pants.

"Like that sweet girl?" He coos and you whimper aimlessly nodding again.

He groans and goes faster, already feeling your juices drip out and down to your pretty ass. Oh badly he wanted to make you cum. Those damn wet dreams always kept him up, he'd picture your pretty eyes looking at him as you cried that you wanted to be his good girl.

He wasn't strong enough to stop them and let them continue as he'd stroke his cock imagining all the sounds you'd make but now he didn't have to imagine.

He leaned against your head, kissing your cheek again as you melted into his touch and felt your legs start to shake. He started going deeper and curling his fingers up making sure to hit that sweet spot that'll make you cum in no time.

"Fuck! O-oh god- Miguel-" you moaned out and bucked your hips up as you felt that funny feeling in your tummy.

"I-I- mmm- I think I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me pretty girl. Be a good girl for me sweetheart." He coos and you whimpered as your legs began to shake and your orgasm hits you like never before.

You cried out for him as he slowed down letting you ride out your high as he left gentle kisses on your face. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath but your body was still slightly shaking.

He slips his fingers out of you and then brought them up to his mouth where he licked them clean as you watched in awe and shock.

Suddenly you hear the door open and you quickly scrambled to fix your panties and put your skirt down. Miguel lets his fingers out with a pop as your last remaining friend came over and gave him a look.

"Hey girl, still hanging out here?" She asks and you nod, feeling your face heat up.

"We were just having some fun, weren't we angel?" He says at first looking at her then at you which you nodded and smiled at her.

[gemini-sensei]

i hope you're having a better day today! 🫶🏽

just kind of sitting here wondering about miguel and shy, nerdy larusso reader 😭 Very much in my head about miguel being head over heels for sam, until reader shows up (was out sick or something lol) and she's fully friends with all the nerds & miguel's like "why didnt you guys tell me about her?" and dem & eli are just like "idk 🤷🏻‍♂️ shes one of us?"

Maybe she's self conscious because she's bigger than her sister and has always felt like the second choice ?? Idk today is just a soft miguel kind of day for me lol would love to hear your thoughts if you have any!

- 🌼

"why didn't you tell me about her?" is such a mood tho.

Miguel comes to school, sees Sam and is kind of crushing. But the next day, Reader joins him, Eli, and Demetri at their table like "hey guys, sorry I was out. No one bothered you, did they?" and Miguel is absolutely lovestruck. She looks at Miguel and he's just staring until she waves at him with a cute smile.

"Hi."

"Hey."

They all talk about nerdy things like video games and comics, and the guys inform Reader on what she missed, which wasn't much. It's a fun time. It's great.

When she gets up to get another drink, Miguel looks at his new friends and is like "guys wtf!" and all Demetri has to say for himself is "Well, you were gonna meet her eventually, I didn't think telling you about her was all that important."

"Yeah, but she's totally hot and likes the same stuff as us, and you didn't think that was important?" Miguel asks.

Their conversation about it is cut short by Reader coming back and resuming the previous conversation. Miguel thinks that she's so cool.

Meanwhile, Reader isn't totally in love with herself. She constantly feels compared to her sister, especially as school. Sam is pretty and popular and has a lot of pretty and popular friends. She and Sam are so different body-wise as well that it's no wonder she gets so much more attention from guys. Reader would actually think Miguel is into Sam for a while, so she'd only look at him as a friend because she doesn't want to get hurt.

However, her feelings are uncontrollable. She falls for Miguel more and more with each passing day and they bond over karate. She doesn't tell him that her dad hates Cobra Kai or that Johnny is her dad's high school bully because she thinks that has nothing to do with their friendship. They will do karate in their free time, though, and that brings them closer together. They do other stuff together, too, like studying, playing video games, going to the movies; normal friend things., but she can't help but wish they were more.

Her insecurities around her body get revealed when they're watching a movie together and she accidentally lets it slip that she wishes she could look like the pretty actress on screen. Miguel is shocked by the admission and Reader becomes embarrassed. "You're beautiful just the way you are," he tells her and she shakes her head, mentioning how the pretty version of her is Sam. Then she excuses herself to refill their popcorn and Miguel is left to think about what she said. Oh how he wishes she saw herself the way he sees her.

Because he thinks she's so beautiful, inside and out, because her smile is shining and her laughter is angelic. She's smart and kind and sweet and nerdy in the best way possible. And she can do karate! What more could he ever want in a girl? So what if she's got some extra meat on her bones? he doesn't care about that. in fact, he'd say that's something he loves about her because no matter what body she's in, she's amazing. And he might wanna cuddle up and hold all of her close and give her extra fat a squeeze or two.

All he has to do it tell her he likes her and ask her out... but how?

[arseanlupin]

Hi! Don't know if youre still active, but i wuold like to ask the shishigumi with a human female. ❤️Ty

Of course! Sorry I haven’t been active recently I’ve had quite a lot of work on my plate. But I hope you enjoy this writing, and thank you for the request!❤️

Shishigumi With Female Human

Ibuki

I don’t think he would think about you differently from a lioness

He is highly protective of you however

Even though you might not be as vulnerable as a small herbivore he still wants to make sure no one try’s anything

He also has a habit of playing with your hair when you two are alone

When ever you go home he’ll always come with you to make sure your safe

Free

Free will tease you a lot about being human (if it bothers you a lot he’ll stop)

Even though he loves you he’s gotta mess with you here and there

He’ll always wanna cuddle with you even in public just not when the other Shishigumi are around

If anyone ever cat calls you or harasses you in any way expect him to hurt them later

Dolph

He’s gonna be very protective of you

If someone looks at you too long he’s gonna have a problem

Like Ibuki he’ll always offer to walk you home but if its dark out he wont ask he’ll just come with you even if you protest

He’ll always wanna cook for you and have you try new foods!

Agata

He’s gonna ask a LOT of questions about being human like what you eat, what you do for fun, how you care for your skin ect

Even when you first met he was very curious about you because theirs so few humans in the world

He’s s always gonna want to go out with you, whether its to go for dinner or just to go grocery shopping

He’s gonna expect affection all the time even when your working

Sabu

I think he would want to keep you a secret from the Shishigum

Its not that he’s ashamed of you but he doesn’t want you to see him any differently

When you two first meet he’ll be a bit closed off and will with hold information about his past but after awhile he’ll open u

Sabu is definitely touch starved and always loves your warm embrace and lots of kisses

Hino

Hino will show you off to everyone including the other Shishigumi

He thinks your one of the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen

Because he loves self care he’ll probably give you some products for you to use as well so that you both have something you can share

He’ll try to buy you flowers every once and awhile too just to show you his love

Also yes I know I left out Dope, Miguel, and Jimma cause I never know what to put for them 😭 I promise tho I will update the post to include them

[rin-vana]

⠀⠀⠀⠀───◌┈┈─── ♡ 𝇄 𝇃 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 ┋ 𝐅𝐓. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

⎯⎯ ( 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ) : Miguel O'Hara x Reader

⎯⎯ ( 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 ) : You know Miguel always exerts himself as a leader and protector, so it's no surprise he comes home a little beat up every other night. Wanting to take care of him, you push past his stubbornness and ultimately help him alleviate his stress.

⎯⎯ ( 𝘾.𝙒. ) : Domestic, Miguel is a sarcastic stubborn lil shit but we love it, reader is obviously his partner/wife, lots of playful banter, mentions of being naked obviously but no sex, super fluffy tho </3

⎯⎯ ( 𝙒.𝘾. ) : 1,239

⎯⎯ ( 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ) : I know I said I was gonna write porn of him, but I wanted to write smth short n sweet instead ! Dw tho, smut game will return 🤞🏽

”𝑀𝐼𝐺𝑈𝐸𝐿?”

Your voice carried through your skyrise apartment, ricocheting off the walls coming from where you stood in the kitchen. You called out to the man who so graciously made his entrance through your bedroom window. How do you know if you're not in the same room? He made quite the loud thud as he let himself into your home.

”Maldita sea. I'm fine, gimme a minute.”

With a voice more hoarse and rough, it was safe to make the assumption that he hurt himself on his anomaly chase. His intrusions would never alert you to this degree since he'd be more stealthy, and above all wouldn't want to worry you, but tonight wasn't the case. Your feet carried you from the kitchen into your bedroom, revealing a very battered and bruised Miguel who held onto his shoulder as he plopped himself down on your bed. His eyes were fixated on the pristine white city beyond your window, not meeting your gaze as you approached him.

Based on how stiff he got when you stood in front of him, he definitely felt some sort of shame. But it was clear it wasn't the time to tease him, so you left wordlessly and entered your bathroom. Returning with bandages and hydrogen peroxide, you sat beside him, but was met with clear hesitancy.

”I told you I'm fine.”

You didn't even spare him a glance as you had already begun wiping a cotton swab with the liquid on his scar. ”Tell that to your clearly injured body.”

”I could've handled this myself–”

”Being stubborn won't get you nowhere, Miguel.”

It was in his best interests to stay silent after that, not wanting to go back and forth any further because it'd lead to him eventually admitting you were right. With the occasional wince and retract of his body, you bandaged up his bloodied shoulder wordlessly and left him to his own thoughts as you went to put everything away.

It was pushing around three in the morning. Miguel had failed to realize how long he stayed out until now, but it was out of his control what issues suddenly sprung. And he dealt with them accordingly, but he didn't always leave unscathed. When it came to patching himself up, usually he'd do it on his own, but ever since he found trust in your care, you took over that job.

”Miguel.”

Your voice called out from behind him, so he turned around – still sitting on your bed – and saw you in nothing but a bathrobe. His right eyebrow characteristically shot up, his eyes very carefully following your frame. ”You need to take a bath.”

Instinctively, he opened his mouth to protest. ”I'm—”

”Before you say "no," you need to. Let me take care of you.”

Miguel heard the sound of water running in the bathroom connected to the bedroom, and after pondering for a few beats, he rose to his feet and took long strides to where you stood. You had a smile of satisfaction seeing your big lover give in to your obviously correct suggestion, and even he chuckled faintly under his breath.

”Don't take this as you winning, 'M only doing this so you don't whine,” he asserted as he began walking past you and into the tiled room, you following closely in pursuit. ”Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

It wasn't long before you got Miguel fully situated in the tub. But it was different from your usual set-up. You had your back against the marble edge, Miguel's head planted gently on your naked breasts as he laid himself in between your legs. Most of his body was submerged in the steaming water, and you could feel the way his tense trapezius and deltoids began to diminish. You even lit a candle.

”How was the anomaly this time?”

As much as you both loved silence, it was in the dead of night, during moments like this, where you knew you had Miguel to yourself. A low rumble reverberated throughout his entire being, a hum before giving you an answer. ”Nada demasiado complicado.”

Your hands grabbed a small cloth, lathering in soapy texture and running it over his shoulders as you responded. ”"Nothing complicated" and yet you look like you fought three of 'em.”

”They ganged up on me. Lyla didn't warn me in time.” His tone was nothing short of witty, and even with his eyes closed you could make out the ludic expression on his face.

”Yeah. Blame the AI, right?”

”I'm serious.”

”Of course you are.” Your banter ended in a small laugh on your part, a smile of contemptment on his. Miguel submitted yourself to your care, maneuvering his body in ways that allowed you to clean the dirt off him from the previous day thoroughly. Your fingers trailed all over his wet body. From the sides of his rib cage where he was most ticklish, to his thighs that laxed the more you massaged. Your hands worked like magic, bringing the large man multiple waves of relief that soothed the stress he endured.

The bath session lasted for about forty-five minutes, much shorter than your usual time. But Miguel was clearly fatigued and wanted to be in bed, so you cut your time short and promptly dried yourselves off before getting dressed in nothing but underwear and a bonnet, Miguel also only clad in briefs. It's a level of comfortability he cherished, allowing himself to be vulnerable enough again, when there was a long period of time where he couldn't do that.

Wordlessly he laid himself on the bed, allowing the mattress to practically engulf him with the most long winded groan you've heard from him. ”¿Comfortable, príncipe?”

”I am not a damn prince–” He mumbled while giving you a partial side eye as you climbed yourself in bed beside him.

All you gave him was a small "but you were being treated like one" before you were quickly tugged towards his body by a hand on your thigh, your head meeting his chest with a soft collision. Miguel was never one for too much cuddling, but the one consistency was that he always had at least one arm around you at all times throughout the night. If you went to the bathroom? He knew. If you left to get something to drink? He was aware of it. Call it protective, but too much happened in his past for him to let another opportunity of safety slip through his fingers and irresponsibility yet again.

And it's with that thought that he speaks. ”...Gracias.. por el baño.”

”Mm? Sorry, what was that?” You responded with enough sarcasm to make the large man groan. You smiled with your eyes closed, hand coming up to rest on his lower abdomen.

”I said thank you. For the bath.. and the.. bandaging my arm.”

A huff of endearment left your nostrils, peeling your eyes open to meet his deep brown ones. Your lips met his cheekbone, leaving a long lasting peck before you rested your head on his chest again, a content smile on your face.

”You're welcome Miggy.”

You fell into slumber quickly, your breathing becoming more steady as your features relaxed. Miguel felt your heart beating steady against his side, and confirming you were fully asleep due to his acute senses, he whispered into the night, a secret that he only had the courage to utter when no other soul could hear.

”Te amo y buenas noches, [ Name ].”

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Ok gonna give my take cuz its so lil of yan hobie with random headcanons (i did take some inspo from another fic tho ill put the blog later)

Edit: got inspo from this fic here

MDNI!!!

Tw: murder mention, slight violence mention, doesnt feel yandere but its there lol

- Yandere! Hobie isn't yout typical yandere. Unlike Yan! Miguel, he wouldn't feel jealousy if someone were to interact with you because he's just chill like that

-He would rather find it amusing if someone were to flirt with you, dating or not he would just come up to you and swing his arm around your shoulders "They are pretty great aren't they~?" Smirks as he looks at you.

-Yandere! Hobie who wouldn't kidnap or force you into dating him because it just goes agaisnt everything that he stands for. He belives to be free, do your own thing without any rules other than your own.

-He would kill for you tho, anyone who hurts you gonna get their heads bashed by his guitar <3333

-Yandere! Hobie that although he might be heartbroken that you reject him it won't mean he wouldn't respect your friendship (u a fool if u think he'll leave u alone after that lol)

-He wouldn't take it personal either, hurt but its not something he will hold onto.

-Yandere! Hobie that is very fucking scary when he is in protective mode, I mean ma man ain't playing around when it comes to your safety (nor for protecting his friends either) spider or not he will FUCK SHIT UP if someone messed with you

-Did I mention he would be a good mentor to you? Like you know those scenes where the mc is in danger and then they have flashback from their mentor telling them a lesson that they didn't understand at first until they go into the situation they in?

-ye that him

-Yandere! Hobie that steals the stuff u leave by accident in his room and has them hidden well on a box. From your hoddie to your hairband.

-he wouldn't be a creep either, intimidating? Yes but creepy? To you? Never. He respects your space and boundaries (consent people, CONSENT!!! Its a priority to him in any relationship!)

-He's obssessed with you tho, he will do anything just to see that preddy smile of yours or get you show a sort of emotion

-LOVES when u pout, everytime u do something cute or ur lips purse in annoyance I swear if u look closely u can see hearts in his eyes while having a stupid smile on his face 😌💕

-face squish. LOTS of them

[simonsfav]

Miguel O'Hara Parenthood Headcanons

Fluff, post pregnancy, girl dad, I refer to the child as 'princess'

I have more Headcanons planned. I'm thinking of 'how you told Miguel you're pregnant' and 'how he'd introduce princess to all the spider man stuff'.

Miguel felt more than ready to be a parent. Though still a bit nervous, he was eager and happy.

Your relationship had been going well, so a third addition to your family was more than welcome.

He was one of the first people, other than the doctors, to hold your new born child.

The nurses asked him if he'd like them to show him how to diaper a child. Oh no, don't worry, your new child couldn't be in better hands. Plus, he's watched a handful of tutorials months in advance, he knows what he's doing.

Throughout your relationship, Miguel has been an excellent cook. And when the baby could eat, he's turning up the heat, because he's got two girls to feed. Your baby would be eating the most 5 star baby purées there are.

By the time your baby could eat more solid food, he's made her into a spoiled princess.

He loves spending time with his little princess, and he will cancel anything with anyone that would come between his time with her.

He has hundreds upon thousands of pictures of her on his phone. He also keeps a picture of you and her in his wallet, you're both his lucky charm and the most important people.

He'd do all the silly things with his daughter, if it meant she'd be happy. Dressing daddy up? No problem. Makeup? Doesn't he just look so pretty?

He'll also learn dance routines with his daughter to show you. And watches all the princess movies.

He has always treated you like his queen, so when his Princesa asked who his favourite Disney couple is, he'd nominate you and himself.

He could spend hours looking at the two of you.

His favourite thing is when all of you would nap/sleep together. Having his family so close to him is the most important thing.

Your child is also spoiled to her core. Not a brat. But still spoiled. Thanks to her dad. (We can't stay mad at him tho.)

He's also super overprotective. When he sees another child being mean to her at the playground, you'd have to remind him to talk to the parents, and not go berate another child.

He's got so much to teach her. He keeps her away from all the spider man stuff, as of now, but nonetheless, there's so much he can't wait to show her.

[tarjapearce]

Hiii, Tarja!! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ₊ ✩

Hey dear! ☺️

My favorite fics, oohh that's nice. A tough one cause I love my stories all the same :') But my absolute favorite ones are these:

1. Bad Teachings. Fr. This is one of the most personal and close to my heart fics EVER. Seeing it evolve from a smutty two shot, to what I've got now is simply ❤️❤️❤️. I love it. The slow burn, the relationship evolving, the future healing done by both characters, the consequences of dismissed and untreated mourning, an insight on Miguel's pain :'). (Talked to a couple of psychologists that come to work to record their classes, about mourning to get a deeper perspective on it and damn 💔) And a relatable reader its... Just juicy juicy. Might add some more chapters since I wanna do it right. And it's the first fic that ignited my Miguel Brain rot hehe, and my love for writing ☺️.

2. Of Flowers and Hummingbirds. I'll defend this baby with teeth and claws from stealing and plagiarism the times it requires from me. Cause DAMN I love me a good angst and writing about complex relationships and exploring characters SO MUCH it's AAAAHHH I love it. It's messy, crude, not everyone's cup of tea and I love it ❤️. Still nervous about his redeeming jsksj.

3. Iridiscent. It has history. And I love history. Love, Absolutely adore, the golden age of piracy. And having found a perfect set for including Miguel is just ❤️❤️❤️. Beyond perfect! Though this gave me a major headache, cause I rewrote the outline several times. I don't regret it tho jskjs. (Was fighting against the Immorality Of Love for this spot cause it also has history in it :'))

4. The Soccer Family AU. Having an AU where Miguel is happy by simply being a loving and hardworking husband at Alchemax with a bunch of kiddos and a wife that loves him to death, is another that fed my brain rot for him :').

5. Miguelverse. I like my plot with some p0rn and context in it, thank you. Specially Heathens ❤️. I love it cause it has sooo many different Miguels without completely stopping being him while exploring different kinks and indulgent scenarios 🤭. And buckle up cause more is coming te hee ~

(Sorry if you got this in your ask box more than twice 😅.)

[reidmania]

A thousand sorrys

miguel o’hara

summary : when you overhear miguel say some not nice things about you while under the influence, and pressure of his friends, you decide to distant yourself

warning: ANGST AGNST ANSGT. fluffy ending tho i think, mentions of swearing, overthinking, idk, established relationship, pregnancy

you walked around the HQ with a small spring in your step, which was nothing out of the ordinary really. you knew miguel had been working hard lately, and had been not doing a very good job of taking care of himself.

so being the caring person you care, you had brought him his favourite food, which was in the white takeout box in your hand, spa gift vouchers in your pocket, and a little something else, all that you wanted to give miguel tonight, you hadn’t been home in nearly a week, staying at your parents to help with your dad who had fallen ill

walking to his office, you see lyla there, “hey lyla, miguel in there?” you ask softly, she replies. “no, he is upstairs at the bar with a few friends” you nodded

you wondered which friends that was, but much to ur surprise when you walk into the bar, you don’t recognise them, they definitely aren’t from here, peering over you notice miguels glass empty, so you walk over to the bar without them noticing you to order miguel a new drink, close enough you can hear the conversation, but you don’t really pay it any mind

until your name gets brought up.

“so that little girlfriend of yours, y/n?” one of the guys said. “what about her?” miguel asked, you second guess buying the drink, you could hear the slur in his words, telling you he is basically already drunk, you can’t help but wonder why he didn’t correct the boy, you’re his wife.

“she follows you around like a puppy, clinging to you all the time” you frown, your back still turned to them. you loved miguel, of course you wanted to be around him.

“yeah- is that not really fucking annoying?” another guy pitches in. you wait for miguel to defend you.

but it doesn’t happen.

“yeah it is, she just- doesnt get the hint that i want her to leave me alone, so annoying” miguel slurs and hiccups all the way through his sentence.

you try to convince yourself its just because he is drunk, but you have always stood by drunk words sober thoughts. as the bartender meets you, you want to scram.

“hey y/n, what can i get for you” he says softly, the music is loud enough, you pray miguel didn’t hear him just say your name, but thankfully he didn’t. “you know. im okay actually” you mutter, he nods before moving on.

you walk away from the bar as quickly as possible. going back to yours and miguels shared home. however you find yourself taking a few things and walking to the guest bedroom.

did you really cling to him? it was something you always worried about but he told you he loved how clingy you are.

you we’re left to ponder your thoughts for a few hours.

miguel sobered up a bit once his friends left, finding his way back to his office now in his right mind, he didn’t even remember much but he knew he had a lot to drink to have to deal with them.

they just weren’t the type of people he enjoyed being around anymore, and when they show up unannounced and uninvited it made it difficult to avoid any longer.

“y/n was here, she left you something on your desk” lyla said as miguel approached. “y/n is here?” he instantly perked up, looking around, he had missed you so so much.

“she was, she said she looked for you but couldn’t find you so she went home” miguel frowned, normally you would wait in his office, but you mustve been tired.

“thanks lyla” he said, before making his way into his office, he walked over to his desk, smile making its way onto his face as he saw the takeout box, he looked down, picking up the pieces of paper, spa trips, together.

he felt himself relax more immediately, knowing he would be able to get that quality time with you after not being with you for so long.

he couldn’t wait to get home.

you had come to the ultimate decision after a few hours, if miguel thought you were so clingy, you would give him space, but the idea of being in the same house as him made your stomach churn, how could you look at him while knowing he thinks youre too clingy and annoying.

so you right a quick note, and leave it on the fridge with a magnet, taking fresh close, and leaving.

the note wasn’t a lie, everything on it was true, the only difference is, if you hadn’t heard what miguel said, you wouldve declined.

when miguel got home, he was disappointed not to see you straight away. he absolutely hated being away from you, he missed hugging you, and kissing you, and hearing your voice and seeing you smile.

he called out your name but couldn’t hear a response. he quickly went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, noticing the note on the fridge, which wasn’t there before.

‘im sorry i couldn’t see you, mom called and said that dad had gotten worse and they still needed more help, so i got some new clothes and stuff and i’ll probably be home in a week or so, ill still show up to work because i know this is an extra week away, but ill be there, i just wont be home, i tried to look for you at the HQ, but couldn’t find you. the spa tickets with go out of date in a week, so you can find someone else to go with, im sorry”

be safe

y/n’

he frowned, feeling his stomach fill with a unfamiliar feeling, that he couldn’t explain. while he hoped your dad was okay, he missed his wife, so insanely much and he wanted nothing more than to hold you.

he reread the letter, noticing you didn’t add your ‘i love you spider boy’ at the bottom like you normally do on every note you right. he assumes you were in a rush.

he will see you tomorrow, at work.

you shouldve come to miguels office by now, he thinks. it’s almost noon and you come in at least a couple times a day just to sit and talk, but you haven’t, he hasn’t seen you, but he knows you’re there.

and lunch he decides to find you himself.

you feel a soft hand on your back, looking behind you, and up, you see miguel, you stiffen immediately. “hey bonita.” he mutters softly, “hey” you reply, moving away from his touch but you make it seem like youre just waiting to get the next food item.

“missed you” he says, wrapping his arms around you, from behind. you want to reply and tell him how much you miss him but you don’t. as you get the next food, miguel releases you from his arms, you face him.

“hows your dad?” he asked softly. “i think he is okay” you reply. miguel frowns, you don’t see happy to see him — but you have a lot going on, maybe youre just stressed.

“do you want to come have lunch in my office, missed talking to you” he says softly, grabbing your hand. “im sorry miguel, i promised jess id sit with her” you say, miguel frowns. “its alright, ill see you later?” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead. “sure- maybe” you mutter. “i love you” he says, but you just walk away, he tells himself you just didn’t hear him.

he doesn’t see you later that day.

the rest of the week is the same, you avoid him, always busy, doing something. he can’t help to feel like there’s something bigger.

he hears the front door open, late saturday night, he instantly perked up. for you, the last week has been filled with self doubt and hatred. finding it impossible to get out of your own head. youre mother had to actually kick you out, to get you to go home.

“baby?” miguel calls out as he leaves his office, he sees you in the door way, duffle bag over your shoulder. “hey” you say, as you continue walking to the bedroom to unpack your stuff.

“y/n” he says as you avoid his touch once more. “miguel” you say in the same tone, he follows you to the bedroom.

“whats going on?” he asks softly, wanting nothing more then to fix what he had done. “miguel.” you say, almost in a way that screams i dont want to talk about it.

“i know its more then just your dad, whats going on, what did i do wrong?” he asks, desperate for an answer. you run your hands through your hair.

“nothing miguel” you say. he frowns. “stop calling me that” he says.

“stop calling you your name?” you ask, sitting on the bed, looking up at him, you looked so tired miguel almost dropped it. “you never call me my name, its always baby or my love what did i do” he is desperate.

“oh sorry, am i being annoying?” you ask, miguel raised his eyebrow at your tone, “what do you mean?” he asks, pure confusion.

you shake your head. “i heard you miguel, in the bar with your friends, who obviously hate me. “im too clingy and annoying right?”

miguel feels a punch to his gut, but its not physical. “baby - no - no no no” he says, trying to grab your hands, but you pull them away.

“stop- miguel. i can leave you alone, i can stop following you around, and talking so much all the time”

“no don’t stop, please don’t stop” he is stressing, he fucked up and bad and he was losing you and he was panicking, “i love when you follow me and i love hearing you talk, i promise- i swear i do”

“obviously not”

“y/n- please just hear me out”

“i asked you so many times if i was too clingy or annoying and you said no, every single time and said you loved it, my biggest insecurity miguel- and you hate it, and you lied to me and said that you didn’t, but also talked about me behind my back, you’re supposed to be my husband” you say, shaking your head.

“i am your husband- i didn’t lie to you- i don’t- i dont hate it at all, i love it, i really do i love when youre close to me and i fucking hate when youre not” he says.

“stop miguel- i heard what you said”

“baby i was out of my mind drunk, you know why you have never met them, because i fucking hate them, i let them influence me every fucking time. they had been riling me up about going soft all fucking day since they arrived and i needed them to stop, im sorry, im so sorry i said it, i didn’t mean it, i didn’t mean any of it and im sorry.”

you frown, you do believe him, he had told you about these friends before and how they always have a way of getting to him before he can even stop it, and they weren’t important to him.

but you we’re still hurt.

“miguel- i need time” you say, he shakes his head, “youve had a week, please just stay home, stay with me and we can fix this”

“i know we can fix this miguel- im just extremely tired right now and i don’t want to be mean” you say, laying in the bed, on your side facing him.

“im sorry, im so so so sorry” he says, getting into bed next to you. “please forgive me, bonita, i miss you clinging to me so so so much, i miss having you in my arms and kissing your lips, hearing you laugh- i cant lose you.”

you sigh, half asleep as you listen to him. “you won’t miguel” you say.

the words linger on your tongue before you open your mouth, “im pregnant miggy” you say, before falling asleep.

when you wake up, you look to your side at the digital clock, gasping when you realise youre three hours late at the HQ, whats worse, is that miguel is in bed next to you, staring at the ceiling also late to work.

“miguel- we are so late” you mutter, sitting up. but miguel doesn’t move. “miguel- get up,” you say, “we’re not going, i called us in sick” he says, little emotion in his tone. “what- miguel what?” you shake your head.

“you’re pregnant” you forgot what you said last night in the last moment before falling asleep. “oh- miggy- i can still go in- so can you”

“you didn’t tell me” he muttered, frowning. “how long have you known?” he asks, you frown. “two weeks, im a month in.” you say softly.

“i came to the HQ, the day i came back.. i left the test in your draw but i guess you didn’t see it.” you say softly.

“we’re having a baby” he says, before he smiles. “we are having a baby, our baby.” you smile seeing his face.

“im sorry miguel, i shouldn’t have avoided you” you mutter, miguel shakes his head “no- you don’t apologise. im sorry, im so so so sorry that i said all that shit and let them get to me, im sorry i made you believe it.”