#100% soft!Miguel

[orestesimp]

Issue #11

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: Miguel brings you gifts.

Word count: 3,600

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[Previous] [TBC]

Stark’s courier service arrives at your hotel the following day, a crew of four brawny looking men dressed in overalls, carrying in some 13 boxes of equipment, which take up the majority of the floor space of your luxury suite. 

It finds residence in the seating area of the hotel room. Fancy looking gadgets of shiny chrome and colorful LED lights that look like they were stolen from the movie set of Back to the Future. 

Miguel sets up shop, turning the pink girly vanity dressing table into an impromptu workbench. It’s where he’s been seated most of the last 36 hours, hunched over the tiny little table tinkering with the watch and various futuristic looking mechanical gears at all hours of the night. 

The laser scalpel he’s using might be soundless, but Miguel sure isn’t. Last night, you’d been constantly woken up by his growling as he trashes another expensive looking tool with an angry growl. Pacing the room for a few minutes, mumbling and complaining about the cheap quality of Stark tech and how primitive this world is. Then he's right back at it, sitting back down on the little pink velvet ottoman to continue tinkering. 

Tonight is no different. You’re in bed, scrolling your phone to unwind before going to sleep, when you hear him grumble again then stab the laser scalpel into the surface of the table. 

Peeling off the fluffy comfortable quilt wrapped around you, you make your way over to him before he destroys any more fancy furniture you can never dream of affording to replace on your modest salary. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, as you stand behind him. 

“Bastard’s tagged the thing with a receptor that feeds information about any modifications made back to him. It’s booby trapped so that if I try to remove it, the whole thing will disintegrate.”

You lean over to peer at the desk over his shoulder, observing the arc reactor that's pulsing like a beating heart with a glow of blue. 

“Does it matter? Let him have your technology.” 

In the reflection of the vanity mirror, you can see the small muscle in his jaw tic with irritation. 

“No,” he says flatly, picking up the scalpel again from where it’s wedged into the table. “We can’t risk him getting a hold of inter-dimensional technology. I don’t want Stark to be able to locate and come after you.”

Oh Jesus, not this again. 

“I already told you, I’m not interested in Tony Stark." You resist the urge to roll your eyes at part two of Miguel's unwarranted jealousy feud with Stark. Didn’t the two of you have a heartfelt conversation about this? 

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?”

He's grinding down on his jaw with irritated anger at whatever it is he’s thinking but not sharing with you. “We can’t trust him.”

“He’s a superhero, Miguel, just like you. If we can't trust him, then I don't know who we can trust.”

Miguel's mouth pulls into a grim and tight line at your words.  For a brief moment, you think you catch a hint of fear on his face, before he breaks eye contact and turns away, back towards the bench. It takes you by surprise because you didn’t think Miguel was scared of anything. 

“Tony Stark is one of the good guys,” you try again.

You rest a hand on the edge of his shoulder, trying to help placate his unease. “He’s an Avenger, remember? It's their job to protect the world.”

It dawns on you when you hear the words from your own mouth. The reason why he doesn’t want Tony Stark to be able to keep tabs on you and come after you.

The Avengers are meant to protect the world from any threats, and right now one of the greatest threats to this world is… you.

“Oh,” the tiny sound punches out of you as a yawning pit of uncertainty and fear opens up in your stomach.

One in every 40 New Yorkers will have a run-in with Superhero in their time in the city. 

You've just always thought that, if your turn to encounter the Avengers came, it would be as a grateful civilian saved from the clutches of evil. You never thought it would be because you were the danger the world needed saving from.

Miguel must sense the moment the realization hits you, because he sets aside his tools and takes your hand, gently stroking the palm of it with his thumb.

"You have nothing to worry about, it’s just going to take some time," he murmurs, and he looks up at you with such warmth it makes the anxiety in you thaw slightly. "I'll be done with it soon.”

He eyes the arc reactor, not letting go of your hand. "Try to get some sleep."

You fall asleep to the white noise of tinkering metal and Miguel’s frustrated murmured curses. The noises should annoy you, but they don't. You find it oddly comforting, being able to hear Miguel move around in the same room as you when you’re in bed. Know with every fiber of your being that his presence means you're safe and easily drift fast asleep.

You don't know how long you stay asleep for or how much sleep you manage to catch before you feel the bed dip beside you.

"Hey," a voice softly cajoles you. There's a warm palm on your shoulder, gently nudging you awake. But you're not prepared to wake yet. Too comfortable in the haze of sleep to give it up.

You bury your head into the pillow, hoping to shut out any interference that's trying to keep you from your sleep.

"Cielito," the gentle voice tries again. "Wake up."

Grumpily and with great resistance, you strain to turn your head, squinting your eyes awake to see Miguel's face filling your vision.

It’s dark in here save for a small lamp left on in the far off corner. In this muted light, his scarlet eyes are illuminated with an otherworldly brilliance. If you had been more awake, you would have wanted to take a second or two to marvel at how beautiful they are.

"I got something for you," he says. 

There’s a barely contained eagerness in his voice as he speaks, and sleepy as you are, it peaks your interest. You blink your eyes properly open, adjusting to the dim dark to see two small boxes set next to your pillow.

"Miguel, it's..." you flick your wrist towards you, when you remember the watch is no longer there. It’s odd how naked you feel without Lyla as your constant companion on your wrist.  

You awkwardly prop yourself up on an elbow with great effort to figure out time the old fashioned way, glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 

In a bright glaring LED, the digits announce: 01:00. 

Past midnight?! Has he lost his mind?

"It's one in the morning! Why are you waking me up after midnight!?"

Unbothered by your outrage, he continues to lean across you to drag one of the boxes closer.

 "I'm finally done modifying the parallel universe traversal device, so I got you something to celebrate." 

You blink up at him in surprise. When he said he’d be done soon, you didn’t think he meant tonight. 

“It’s from that place you wanted Stark to take you," he says, opening the box one-handed to reveal a gaudy looking golden donut waiting for you.

Then he drags the second box over, setting it next to the first and flips the lid open. Inside are half a dozen cinnamon-sugared donuts.

"And these are regular old donuts, from the Lower East Side for fifty cents each. We can do a comparison test. If that ugly golden donut is tastier, I’ll chop off my arm.”

You snort out a laugh. His one-sided feud with Tony Stark is alive and well you see. You don’t understand why this has become such a point of contention for him. Stark had never actually suggested he was going to get you golden donuts. 

Before you have the chance to dig in, Miguel puts out his hand, palm up, on the mattress in invitation. "Give me your hand first," he instructs.

You oblige him, placing your hand in the middle of his, and he wraps the familiar watch around your wrist. Except it’s not as familiar as you remember it to be. It’s considerably chunkier now to accommodate Stark's arc reactor that sits in the middle and if anything it looks more like a cuff bracelet than a watch.   

But you don’t mind, you’re glad to have the comforting weight of it back on your arm, wrist no longer feeling quite so naked.

“It’s bulkier than I would’ve liked. But there’s no helping how primitive Stark’s tech is,” Miguel snarks, clearly pleased with himself even though the man he’s bitching about isn’t even in the room to hear his clever insults. 

In the gloomy light, the bright blue gem of the arc reactor shines back at you like a precious jewel. If you didn’t know better, you’d think you were wearing jewelry fit for royalty. 

"I like this upgrade on the watch. It’s pretty.”

"Not a watch," Miguel corrects, but he's not scolding you. The fondness in his voice is plainly there. 

Looking up you meet his eyes to see the open affection that's there for you. Your face warms under his unwavering attention, until you have to duck your head down, unable to hold his gaze anymore. 

You reach over the bed, to busy yourself, bypassing the golden donut to pick up one of the plain cinnamon ones. In the corner of your eye, you catch his lips curve into a smile as you take a large bite of the regular-non-golden donut. 

He would gloat about that, wouldn’t he, the overgrown childish brat. You grin around the mouthful, as the sugar melts onto the tip of your tongue and you moan loudly at the perfect warm cinnamon that floods your senses. 

Miguel is still smiling at you warmly, face propped in his broad hand as he watches you eat, and the heat in your face reaches an almost feverish pitch under his gaze. 

"So what's next?" you force yourself to ask him over a muffled mouthful to distract yourself. 

"Get some rest, sleep in. We'll take this for a few test drives in the morning to make sure it works the way it's supposed to, and then I'll take you to my home world."

There's a jittery sensation. A mix of exhilaration, excitement and anxiety blending with the sugar in your stomach at the unknown that waits before you. Even though you knew this day was coming since your visit at Wong, now that the time has come you're nervous. 

The only world you’ve ever known is your own. You’re hardly an intrepid traveler. During your gap year in Europe, the use of the metric system was a culture shock for you. You can't even begin to imagine what it'll be like to travel to another alternate reality.

But you’re going to have to do it—and keep doing it, if Wong is correct.

Will you need to get a whole new wardrobe to fit in with the fashion trends of each universe? Will you have to learn new languages? Will there be a thousand sets of unfamiliar customs and quirks you’ll have to learn to adapt to? 

…Will Miguel be there for any of it?

Biting down on your lip, you try to stave off the tight knot in your stomach. 

One thing that's become clear is that even if Miguel takes you to his world, you won’t be able to stay there for very long. You aren’t going to be able to stay anywhere for very long. 

Even if he intends to give you Lyla for good or build you another device that allows you to jump from world to world... what then?

Will he come with you? 

Or will you be left to travel by yourself from one unknown world to another?

The loneliness of that fate makes your stomach hurt. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit that you want him to come with you more than anything, but you have no right to ask that of him. Not after everything he’s already done for you. 

Like he can read your mind, Miguel gives you an appraising look.

"Once we're in Nueva York, we'll stay there for as long as it's safe," Miguel says, leaning across your lap to snag a donut from the box next to you for himself, and you try to ignore the heat that goes skittering through your leg when his arm brushes past your knee. "Then we'll jump to the next location."

You watch him scarf the cinnamony treat down in two mouthfuls, barely chewing. Your heart leaps excitedly until it jumps all the way to your throat. 

"We?"

He grins, crumbs of caramelized sugar dotted on the curve of his lips. "I can't leave you by yourself, can I?"

Your mouth opens and closes, then opens again and you leave it there, hanging in the air, probably looking incredibly dumb and speechless. 

You don’t know what to say to him. Don’t think there are adequate words in the English dictionary capable of expressing how happy it makes you to know that you’ll have him by your side. 'Thank you' seems incredibly lacking.

Somehow despite that you are both sitting down, he still dwarfs you and from your seated position you barely come up to his shoulders. You don’t quite know why you do it, but you move before you think, getting to your knees to lean up and place a small kiss on his cheek. 

A faint pink tinges his cheeks at the small contact. Then it’s his turn to duck down. He scoots over, bringing the smaller donut box closer to you. 

"Eat your golden donut," he says.

You peer up at him. The way his mouth pulls into a tiny and almost shy smile, and happiness buzzes in your chest at the sight.

A dopey smile spreads across your cheeks as you watch him. The way he rubs one broad hand over his jaw to hide his reddening face from you.

Taking the box from him, you look down at the shiny pastry. If your words are failing you, maybe food can speak for you instead. You pick up the golden donut in your hand and hold it out to him.

“You go first,” you offer.

There’s not a second of hesitation from Miguel. He leans down and takes a large bite of the gilded pastry, fangs first, puncturing the soft, squishy dough. 

The whole thing bursts, and you squeal with laughter as the champagne flavored jelly filling squirts across his bottom lip, onto your fingers and drips onto the sheets below. 

“Miguel, you’re making a complete mess!”

You lick up the sticky jam from your fingers as you watch him. There’s dust of gold smudging against his cheeks and even on his nose as he takes another bite. You’re tittering with amusement at the sight of him. 

“Here you got some–” you bring your thumb to help him wipe at the corner of his mouth.

For a man who doesn’t like casual touches, sneering even at the idea of handshakes as a greeting at work, he doesn’t seem to mind yours.

Miguel lets you rub off the flecks of gold from his cheek, eyes dropping half-closed in contentment. His jaw moves under your hand as his mouth drops open, then he presses his lips to the inside of your palm. 

It’s a barely there touch, but it has warmth furl from the middle of your stomach and blooms outward, spreading to the rest of you. 

In this gigantic Wyoming king-sized bed, Miguel is seated close enough to you that your knees touch. He’s close. So close that you can feel the heat rolling off of his big body.

Somehow that's not close enough, because you close the remaining distance between you, until your knee is pressed against the firm inside of his thigh, his broad shoulders brush against yours. 

It wouldn’t take much now. If you leaned up at this moment. If you tilted your head upwards even slightly. Your lips would be on his.  

You shouldn’t, the small voice in your head warns. Kissing him is probably not a good idea.

He might not feel the same. Kissing him might change something irreparably between you, and then who will you travel the outer limits of the universe with? 

But... if you're going to die tomorrow or the next day or next week, then what does it all matter anyhow? What’s a little bit of rejection when the end of the world is hiding right behind the next corner. 

You tilt up and press your lips to his top lip, then the full lower one. It’s chaste and brief, and only lasts for a second. But for a first time it’s familiar and intimate in a way that it can only be with you and Miguel. 

His lips are warm and dry and slightly open under the press of yours and it sends a fluttering warmth from the tip of your nose to the end of your fingertips. 

You pull back with the tiniest movement, nose still brushing against his, as you gather the courage to look up at his face and try to find out if you just made a terrible mistake. 

Those scarlet eyes are staring down at you in that familiar way you catch him doing sometimes. When he thinks you're not paying attention to him and his eyes lingers on your face.

His thumb catches behind your ear, face inching closer, and then he’s kissing you back. It’s sweet and electric, the sensation surges through you with a giddiness that makes your toes curl. 

Miguel presses his lips to yours and holds you there. Long consecutive kisses that don't let you pull up for air. His other hand gently cups your face, thumb stroking the apple of your cheeks like you’re the most precious thing his big hands has ever held. 

You want this to last, that it could always be like this. You want it to be you and him. 

This man who brings you cupcakes when you’re crying. Who saves you the best portion of the food that he likes even though he’s a glutton. Who folds you paper flowers and leaves them on your desk to make you smile when you’re having a bad day at work. A man who stays by your side through the end of the world and never asks you for anything in return.

You love him. 

One large hand covers the back of your neck. He tilts you back, like he’s trying to shield and protect you as he holds you. Holds you like he’s never going to let go. 

Then he stops. 

Why is he stopping? 

He stiffens above you, the whole of his back tensing. You chase his lips but he is already pulling back and away from you. 

Your eyes open to the muted darkness of the room. 

In front of you, Miguel is looking at you with an expression you can't pin down. Eyes wide, and distracted. For a terrifying moment, you think that the look on his face is one of regret. 

Maybe he realized he doesn’t feel that way about you after all. Maybe he's trying to find a way to let you down gently.

You pull back and study his face.

No… it’s not that. 

His expression is the same distant look he had two seconds before a helicopter crashed into your apartment. The same tension in his eyes that will have him hauling you into his arms to protect you from a rogue vehicle. The same pinch in his brow when he’ll stop a conversation with you mid-sentence because the ceiling is about to cave in and he needs to push you out of harm’s way. 

Something is wrong. 

A cold sliver of fear crawls up your spine as Miguel’s face turns, and he stares into the empty space of the room beyond the bed. 

There’s speck of pink spilling onto the sheets on your lap like the color of the sun on stained glass from the outside. 

You follow his gaze in the direction of the radiant dusk pouring in from the window. 

It’s too bright for one A.M, enough to be blinding. 

Pulling away the quilt from your body, you slide out of bed and walk towards the brightness pouring in from the outside until you’re standing in front of the wide glass panes of the balcony.

You look up at the sky, and it’s not the familiar calm midnight-blue. There are vivid streaks of fluorescent pink and glowing purple staining the sky. There are fractures in the sky like someone took a sledge hammer to it and cracked it wide open.

The cityscape looks like it is folding onto itself. Skyscrapers, bridges, and streets are contorted and warped like badly-folded origami. The impossible architecture reminds you of a M.C Escher painting you saw on a school trip at MoMA as a child.

Outside, the pavements of New York is mirrored where the sky is supposed to be. Silhouettes of skyscrapers spring out from below and above and the vast sky is wedged between. Up is down and down is up and nothing makes sense anymore. 

You've seen this scene take place before, when you were under Wong's multidimensional spell.

Your universe is starting to collapse. 

The end of the world is here. You’ve officially run out of time. 

Dedications & Credits:

To @guruan for her endless kindness and incredibly talented. I cannot thank her enough for the art she gifts me with that constantly inspires my little squirrel brain and drives me to write like I am possessed.

And @thirstworldproblemss my babe, my bestie, my moose! Thank you for always being there with your pretty face!! I adore and love you, our friendship and time together brings me endless joy. Thank you for going on this ride with me.

[kissitbttr]

high sex with miguel would be 100% it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“but it’s my turn”

-

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

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

[st4rymoon]

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・Part two! Part Three!

“WHAT?” You yelled, both your professor and Miguel looking at you in shock after your professor asked you for a one on one with the both of you.

You could scoff at the way Miguel’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile “Well you and Miguel are my best students, so it would only make sense for the both of you to do a presentation together. I can only imagine the things the both of you will come up with!” Your annoyingly sweet professor clapped.

“ wouldn’t it be better if both of us did our own? We coul-“ You tried to negotiate “Ah ah! I said group project! Now Miguel, do you have anything to say about this? Any complaints like this one over here?”

You sighed as Miguel spoke “Nope, I’d be happy to work with someone in the same range as me” he cockily spoke “Very funny, now since we’ve got this all sorted, go and talk” she smiled, shooing you and Miguel out of the classroom.

You scoffed as you pushed past Miguel “Aww come on sweetheart, you hate me that much?” He cooed following close behind you.

“Shut it” you huffed. Getting paired with Miguel was possibly the worst thing to happen since your high school prom. Miguel was the bane of your existence since the first year of college.

Of course, his good looks and brains were attractive but sooner or later you realized he was going to be a pain in your ass for the next few months of class. You met him in your first biology class, everything was going well until the first exam of the class.

Your professor said the class average was low B’s and high C’s but out of the whole class, two people got perfect scores. Could you guess who the two were?

You and Miguel.

Both of you looked at each other from across the class with the same look in your eyes saying ‘Someone beat me?’. Of course, you both got the same 100% grade but both of you were so used to being the only one on top of the class that this was more than just a score. But your egos.

You both were fully aware to not be in each other's way, only seeing each other when studying at the same place or in class. All was going well for the next 2 exams, but the 3rd one came and you couldn’t believe it.

You got a 98% and Miguel has a perfect 100%. You could see him smile at the results and you hated the professor right now. Why the hell would he show the class? It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Miguel gave you a wink as you looked his way ever so slightly. Bursting out of the class, you could feel him behind you “2 points down” he chuckled. You wish you would’ve punched him.

And ever since then, he’s made it his life mission to ruin your day. You never got anything other than 100% again, you busted your ass studying just so he couldn’t rub it in.

“I’ll make sure you can’t get us two points down” Miguel hummed as he kept up at your pace. You could feel your blood boiling, god he’s such an asshole. “I’ll email you if I need help” you scoffed.

“Can I get your number? I won’t get the email since my inbox is always spamming” Miguel lied with a smile “fine” you muttered out your number and walked off before he could stop you.

‘Real classy, I wasn’t done talking’ popped up on your screen “Well I am” you messaged back. You were well aware it was Miguel and you didn’t need him to piss you off more than usual.

The second you stepped into your apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Oh, how you missed this place in these insufferable hours. You put on some comfy panties and an oversized hoodie.

You were laid in your living room, soft carpet under you as you finished up some of the slides for your presentation. The knock at your door was the last thing you needed, you groaned in agony as you hated the thought of getting up from your warm spot.

The knocking grew and so did your patience’s “IM COMING!” You yelled. You pulled the door open and lo and behold, Miguel. “For fuck sake man” you whined.

“Glad to see you too!” He smiled as he pushed past you with books in hand. Miguel was born with the talent of hiding his emotions, that talent was most useful here.

He took a deep breath as you opened the door. Your pretty thighs glowing under the baggy hoodie, hair a slight mess and the satisfying look of anger on your face could’ve made him harm.

“Excuse you” you hissed.

He plotted down next to your things and got straight to work. You stood in shock, did he just walk in like this was his house? “Well go ahead and get comfortable” you mocked as you slammed the door in annoyance.

“I am” he sighed as he stretched and leaned onto your couch.

The both of you bickered and sneered at each other the whole time you both worked but even then, the quality was always top-notch.

He didn’t like the way you formatted the information and you didn’t like how he took up a whole slide for a few sentences but both of you compromised. After a few hours, things were less tense, and both of you got used to each other.

“So what do you plan on doing with your major?” You asked, legs crossed and some candy in your mouth as you questioned him “Biochemist” he nodded “It’s always been a passion of mine”

“You sure do have the brains for it” you chuckled. “You don’t with the 98%” he teased. You rolled your eyes, your mood now soured as you remembered his shenanigans.

“Don’t start” you scoff as you get up to get some drinks “Hey hey I’m joking” he laughs, his hand stopping you from leaving as he holds your wrist “I know Sherlock, I’m going to get some drinks for us” you mutter with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he laughed awkwardly, his eyes watching as you grabbed two glasses of water. “So what about you?” Miguel asked “What are you doing with a chemistry major”

“Probably chemical engineering, I’m not sure yet” You shrugged as you handed him the cup. He nodded and watched you sit next to him. Miguel scooted a little closer making you stiffen, sure he was a pain in the ass but he’s sadly one of the most gorgeous guys you’ve seen.

You tried to ignore your thoughts each time he’d stretch and groan, his moans making you think about how he’d sound if it were from pleasure. He’d be vocal you thought.

“Let’s watch something on the TV” you awkwardly smiled as you grabbed the remote and turned on your TV, you laid on your stomach, forgetting you only had panties and a hoodie.

Miguel’s eyes watched you kick your feet up, your glowy legs looking perfect as you looked through whatever you were putting on.

He noticed the pink panties you had on, his tongue instinctively licking his bottom lip as he thought about how good you’d look on top of him. He can imagine it, tits in his face and pussy sleeving his cock as he fucked you full.

He was going to give himself a boner if he kept it up. He focused his eyes on the screen and sighed in relief as you sat back up. You put on your favorite show and sat next to Miguel “We’re almost done with the assignment which is good, how about a few more minutes of break and we get back to work?” You smiled. “Sure”

You felt his hand move behind you, his arm resting above the couch as he let out yet again another ‘stretch’ while his eyes looked at you through his peripheral, you chuckled. How cliche.

You smiled as you decided to make your cliche move. It was obvious there was tension between you two, whether that be anger or sexual, it didn’t matter. “Let me get more gummies” you hummed as you turned to the table beside you and arched your back slightly, an audible moan coming from behind you as your ass was on perfect display.

You sat back beside him, gummies in hand and an innocent look on your face as you offered him some. He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back at the TV. Your eyes widened as you noticed the thick bulge straining against his pants.

“Eyes up” Miguel cockily cooed as he watched your eyes closely. “I- I wasn’t-“You made a pathetic attempt to save yourself but he cut you off “Uh huh uh huh, I know” he mocked.

He smiled down at you with accomplishment, he finally made you shut up for once. “Not going to give me a snarky comeback?” He cooed. “Shut up already God, stop it” you hissed, your eyes rolling as you moved away from him.

“No no” Miguel’s voice made you shiver as his hand held your thigh “I’m playing” he pouted as he glared down at you. You could punch him right but instead, you did something you thought you’d never do.

You pushed him on the couch and slammed your lips on his. Miguel’s hands immediately wrapped around your waist, a loud moan spilling into your mouth as he finally tasted you.

It seemed like Miguel was waiting for you to do this, his hands ran up your thighs hungrily before he flipped you onto your back. You gasped as he spread your legs around his waist.

His behemoth of a body spread your legs wide as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers into his hair as both of you hungrily kissed each other.

The kisses were messy and rough, teeth nipping at skin and tongues lapping at each other like two animals in heat. None of you even said a word, just heavy breaths, moans, and pure lust.

Suddenly Miguel pulled back from your lips, his eyes glaring into yours as he hovered above you. You could feel yourself getting ready for some snarky comment as you watched his lips curve into a smile.

“You kissed me first”

You groaned as you pushed him off, his hands still on your hips as he flipped you back onto his lap “hey I’m not complaining, It’s just funny since I piss you of so much” he sighed. His palm moved up to your jaw, face brushing against his hand as you took in his warmth.

He watched you lean into his palm like a cat, his body heating up as he realized how small you look in his lap. Your thighs small compared to his but still plump and pretty.

“Can I kiss you again” you shyly asked slightly afraid that he’s reject. “You don’t have to ask me, just do it” Miguel hummed as he pulled you into a kiss.

The kisses were now more sensual and soft, both of you now grinding into each other. His hand curled onto the back of your neck; the other palm pinned behind your spine.

You were glued onto his chest as Miguel’s warmth filled your senses. You’ve never been so warm in your life, the feeling making you tingly as he held you as close as possible. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt you, you felt safe.

“Please” you whispered onto his lips. He tried to not make you mad but he loved seeing you angry “Please what?” He taunts, his lips hovering over your jaw and neck but never touching you.

“Mig don’t tease” you whined as you hit his chest lightly “I’m not, I just don’t know what you’re saying please for” his arms clinging around your waist as he takes in your sweet scent.

You decided to play your games “I want you inside me mig, want to show you how much I need you” you cooed, your hand running down his abdomen and stopping just above his bulge. His breath hitched at your words, he didn’t know if you were fucking with him or not.

“Oh yeah?” Miguel watched you with focused eyes, his hands running up the sides of your thighs and squeezing your ass “You want me to fuck some manners into you? That loud fucking mouth of yours is always pissing me off” he cooed.

Loud fucking mouth? Your hand went up to smack his face in anger but he caught your wrist before you could “Don’t even try it muñeca.” He sternly said “You won’t like what comes with that”

You angrily kissed him as he pressed you flush against his aching cock, his hands pull the baggy hoodie off your body leaving you in your matching panties and bra.

“Fuck” he whispered, hands on your waist as he took in the view he’s been dreaming of since the day he met you. The amount of times he’d imagine fucking your mouth until you shut up was concerning.

You pulled his shirt off in need, throwing it behind you as you ran your hands up his thick muscular chest. He hummed at your soft hands running up his skin.

“Sit up for me?” He mumbled against your skin as he kicked off his sweats. He smiled at how obediently you did as he said “You look prettier when you do as I say” Miguel mocked.

You could care less about his words as his calloused hands pulled your panties off in need “Just shut up and fuck me” you panted. Miguel smiled as he felt your lips pepper all over his jaw and onto his lips, he could see you were just as eager for him as he was for you.

“Beg” he blurted. You ignored him as you rubbed his cock between your folds, both of you letting out moans as you felt each other's warmth. Miguel seethed, arms pinning you up to his chest “Listen”

You hated that you got turned on by the fact that he now had you restricted with just one hand as the other held your jaw up “you want the guy you despise to fuck you? You tell me you hate me every time you see me but look so eager to fuck me”

You were tired of his teasing, you let out a desperate whine, you could see his cock spring up and his tip leaking precum. But like always, Miguel likes to rile you up.

“Beg” he repeated. “Please mig please, just stop teasing ok” you cried. “All you needed to listen to was this?” He purred, hands moving onto your hips as he thrusts into you.

Miguel let out a gruntled moan as he felt your warm wet walls hug him tight, his head falling back onto the couch as he finally felt your pussy squeeze him.

He watched your eyes squeeze shut while you let out the prettiest moans “f- fuck!” You cried, the stretch making you clench even tighter around him as he held you down to his lap.

His cock was fully buried inside you in one go, he’s the biggest you’ve had in every way. It was overwhelming feeling how full you were, you could feel his curves and the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix.

“Breath chula, r- relax” he sighed. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you nodded, you took a deep breath allowing you to make it easier for him to move. “That’s it” he hummed onto your shoulder.

It only took Miguel a few seconds for him to start fucking you onto his lap, your body shaping into his hands, allowing him to use your pussy like a flesh light.

“O- Mig mi-“ you whined out, you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. Your whole body was tingling in pleasure as he rammed into you with pure force. Maybe you did piss him off a lot.

“What? You c- can’t take it? Such a big fucking mouth but can’t take my dick?” He seethed. You let out a pathetic whine at his words, your mind completely fogged in pleasure as you took all of him.

Miguel’s eyes couldn’t leave your pussy, his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agar as he watched your pussy struggling to take his size. He hissed as you pushed him onto the couch, using his shoulders for support as you bounced onto his lap.

Your pretty moans filled his ears as you took control. Miguel let you take control for a bit, he loved watching how eager you rode him. Your body bounces on his lap, wet sounds of skin slapping echoing into the room.

“Making such a fucking mess” he huffed with a smile on his face, although he was loving this, he wanted to see you completely vulnerable. He thought maybe he was a little sick for wanting to see someone who hated him so much completely ruined under him but he loved it.

You gasped as Miguel lifted you onto the ground, your back hit the soft carpet under you as he stayed buried inside you. “Gotta fuck that stupid little attitude out honey, always disrespecting me. You’re the only one who tries to push my buttons. I love it” he cooed.

Miguel’s calloused hands bend your legs to the side, giving him full access to your tight cunt. “Go- god shi- fuck!” Miguel panted, he was a complete fucking mess.

Sure Miguel’s fucked a few people in his life, but he had no idea if it was just the thought of fucking the life out of you or how perfect your body was for him. He convinced himself it was both.

You clawed and scratched at his chest, your eyes full of tears as he brutally pounded into your “m- Mig I-“You were even more fucked out than him. How couldn’t you?

You had no clue where he got his stamina from, it felt like he’d been fucking you for hours. “Can’t believe you tried to slap me, should I return the favor?” Miguel hissed.

You nodded to his surprise “Please” you whined. “You want me to hit you?” He was surprised by your plead. He knew you’d be a freak in the sheets but you were always so aggressive with him that he expected you to hit him for even suggesting it.

“You’re always a pain in my ass but you just want to be taken care of huh?… What? You need me to pound your pretty pussy out for you to treat me with some respect?”

You nodded eagerly, if you were being honest you couldn’t even take in his words. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around his fat cock in agony but you were taken by surprise when a slap landed on your face “Use your words” he hissed.

Almost immediately you cried “Yes yes! Miguel please I nee- need it, f- fuck ah!”

Miguel chuckled, his hips angled a bit higher which allowed him to hit the perfect stop. His hand flew around your throat, his hips pounding you onto the floor as he let out animalistic moans.

“M- Mig- ah fff- fuckk!” You cried. The restriction of your breathing mixed with his rough pounds caused orgasm hit you hard as your pussy throbbed around him, the tip of his cock nudging at your sweet spot continuously.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back as he felt your nails claw at his arms, your small hand wrapped around his wrist as he fucked you balls deep. His cock plunged into your messy cunt as his balls slapped onto you. “That’s I- that’s-“ he hissed.

He thought about pulling out for both of your sakes but he’d rather just buy you a plan B. “C- can I- inside?” He seethed his eyes burning into yours as you bounced to his thrusts.

You couldn’t get a word out but your legs wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer gave him the answer. His lips crashed onto yours as he spilled inside you, his moans spilling into your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.

He’s never had an orgasm that hard, he was sweating and out of breath as he stilled inside you. The both of you cling onto each other in fear of either of you leaving but that was on the last of your minds.

Miguel lay beside you, his arms pulling you into his as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Was I too rough?” He questioned with concern as he now fully took in how fucked out you looked. “No, it was perfect” you weakly muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.

Miguel sighed in relief as your sweaty body was pinned into his. “Where’s your bedroom?” He hummed as he began to lift you into his arms “left” you sighed as he carried you into your bedroom.

“Let me clean us up and then we can rest yeah? Unless you want me to leav-“

You cut him off before he couldn’t finish “Don’t leave. Please?.” You hummed a bit worried you sounded a little pathetic.

“Wasn’t planning on it love”

[slushycoookie]

Kissing Practice ~ Miguel O'Hara × Spider AFAB! Reader +18!!

A/N: Had this short idea late at night so enjoy this little somn somn. ALSO, thank you for the 100 followers!!! I'm happy you all really like my stuff. <3 (Ignore the format, I'm trying out different stuff).

Miguel froze, staring at you as the question you asked him replayed in his mind.

You wanted to practice kissing…on him. Out of all those days he spent pining on you, admiring you from afar, you go ahead and ask him this. He couldn’t believe it. He must be dreaming.

“I’m sorry…repeat that again.” He asked you, wanting to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

You rolled your eyes. “You heard me. I want you to help me practice kissing. For a guy I like.”

His shoulders deflated at that last sentence. Of course you weren’t asking to kiss him because you liked him. It was for someone else you liked. Not him.

“Why are you asking me?” He turned his back to you, pretending to go back to work and not be bothered by the pang in his chest.

“Because you’re my friend.” You maneuvered to get a good look at him, not wanting to be shut out. “And friends help each other with stuff.”

Miguel scoffed, the sound almost turning into a laugh. “Friends don’t ask other friends if they could practice kissing one another.”

“Not true.” You retorted, putting up a finger for emphasis, “Teenagers ask their friends all the time to help practice kissing.”

“We’re adults. Not teenagers.”

“I know. That means we’ll be more mature about it.”

His muscles tensed in slight annoyance. Your logic was terrible and didn’t make any sense at all. After all, why were you asking him out of all people? There were plenty of other spider people around your age you could run to. So why him?

As the lab was silent, you peered your face around to meet his eyes. “Come on. I wouldn’t ask anyone else.” He felt his shoulder getting poked by your finger. “I always think I don’t kiss that well. And I wanna get better at that. You seem like you have some experience…”

Miguel shut his eyes as he thought for a moment. This would get really bad fast if he didn't have any self-control. He always pictured kissing you, just not in these circumstances. But you were asking him. And you two were great friends. That’s exactly what he was doing. Helping out a friend.

“Fine.” His heart flipped at your squeal with joy, “Let’s do it now.”

You stopped at that, looking around as if anyone else heard him. “Right now?” He nodded. You weren’t expecting that response. Or for him to say yes. So you dug into the pocket of your spider suit, digging for something you said was very important. Your lip balm. The same one he’s watched you put on many times. How the red-colored product glided along your full lips. Adding a red tint to them. He had to resist staring at you directly, folding his arms as you smacked your lips.

“Okay. I’m ready.” You stood close to him, a small smile on your face. Your eyes were closed, lips puckered up and ready for a kiss. He stepped closer. Ignoring how the soft feeling of your body was against his. Miguel licked his dry lips before leaning down and pressing a small peck on your own. Hints of strawberry lingered around his nose while you blinked in question.

“Really? That’s it?”

“Yes. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

You sucked your teeth, “I said kiss, Miguel. Full on lip action. Not a little baby kiss.”

“That was a peck. Not a baby kiss.” He argued back, running his hand across his face.

“You heard what I said right? How am I going to learn from a peck?”

Miguel shook his head, stepping back into your space and placing a firm hand on your lower back. You were fully flushed against him as his other hand cradled your cheek. He leaned in and kissed you like you wanted. It was slow and gentle as he wanted to savor how you felt against his own lips. Kissing you like this was like the last time he was able to.

When he pulled away, your face was flushed. The red tint from your lip balm was a little faded, he was sure there was some on his lips. But he wanted to kiss you again.

“H-How was that?” You asked after clearing your throat.

Miguel shrugged, “You could be better.” Inside, you did perfectly. He didn’t understand why you needed practice in the first place. “We should keep practicing so you can get better.”

“Okay.” You nodded in agreement, “How does tomorrow sound?”

He had to hold himself back from smiling, “Tomorrow sounds great.”

Everyday he set some time for you to come into his lab and kiss him. It was only for ten minutes. Ten minutes of holding you close, enjoying your soft lips against his own. And then pulling away as if nothing happened.

There were times when you wanted to switch it up. Add tongue or a bite on the lip. Miguel was happy to oblige as you allowed his tongue to slip in, gliding along your own with fervor. Giving a gentle nip to your bottom lip whenever he pulled away. He took note of the sounds you made each time you kissed. And there were times he got carried away, his groans mixing in with your moans. And it took all the strength he had to not take it further. Because this was for someone else you liked.

“What about during sex?”

He almost choked on his cold coffee, “What? What do you mean?”

“You know, kissing during sex? I was never good at that either.”

Miguel’s talons were digging into the console. You weren’t suggesting…?

“You want to kiss during sex?” You nodded quickly and he took a deep breath. “That’s not…You should ask somebody else…”

You waved him away, “It’s just kissing during sex. No big deal.”

“It’s a very big deal.” He was over you again, chest heaving. But Miguel wasn’t angry. The complete opposite. He was making sure that you really wanted to do that with him. Be completely intimate. You didn’t back down, taking this entire conversation casually.

“There’s no one I’d rather do it with.”

Miguel’s lips rarely left yours. Not as he peeled your clothes away from you at his apartment. Placing you on the bed as if you were delicate. Even as he thrusted into you. Feeling your walls stretch around him as he kissed you with infatuation. He took everything from you. Your pleasant cries drowned against his embrace. He was determined to show you that the person you did like should be doing this to you. Not anyone else. Not even him.

He was emotional as he sat on the end of his bed. Miguel knew you all shouldn’t do this again. Especially after you tell this guy that you like him. He wondered who it could be. Who stole your heart before he could?

You shifted against him; eyes lowered in satisfaction. He stared at you as if you were in a dream. Someone he couldn’t get enough of.

“Miguel?” He hummed when you called, wondering what you needed. “You’re the guy I like.”

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Miguel O`hara with pregnant reader

Miguel would be really overprotective during your pregnancy.

And he would be overprotective anyway…

But now he's 100 times more overprotective.

Miguel has already lost one child.

And he's definitely not going to lose another one.

Most likely, during your pregnancy, you won't even be able to leave the apartment you two share.

And if you don't… well he has a whole spider society to keep you safe.

You probably have Stockholm syndrome during this time.

If you don't have one, I'm sure you'll get one.

Miguel would be surprisingly soft during your pregnancy.

He would like to be around you a lot.

Miguel also makes sure you get everything you need.

He wants to ensure the birth of his baby.

Miguel would also give more physical affection.

Surely he would give you a lot of massage and stroke your belly.

Miguel would also not give punishments during your pregnancy.

Of course he would be mad if you broke the rules.

But Miguel would try his best to remain calm… K

eyword would try

[sunflowersteves]

miguel and the reader holding hands under the table during a meeting 🥹

poor miguel is so scared people are gonna think differently oof their boss if (when) they see you holding hands so he hides it even tho the reader knows everything is 100% fine and everyone knows their together 😭😭

have a great day/night and stay hydrated!!

omg this is so so CUTE and don’t worry I did stay hydrated love <3

warnings || miguel is a softie, fluff, making out, gender neutral reader

Hobie knew, if not immediately, when there was something more than just friendship between you and Miguel.

He saw the stolen glances, the soft feather-light touches, and the smallest of smiles that perked up against Miguel’s lips. Hobie would look around, wondering if anyone else had noticed the newfound love.

Alas, after much diving, he comes to the conclusion that he’s the only true observer around. Everyone else seems absolutely oblivious to the butterflies that practically dance around you two—well, until you bring Miguel a gift one afternoon.

It was a particularly hard day for Miguel. Another mission had gone wrong and he wasn’t able to fix it this time. It seemed to him that mission after mission kept failing.

Hobie, Peter, Gwen, and Miles were going to be sent on a mission to clean up the gigantic mess that was left in another Spider-Man’s wake, according to Miguel. It was a harsh meeting—that’s for sure.

As if on cue from Miguel’s sour and proliferated choice of words, you walked in.

“Hi.” You said, smiling brightly. “I brought you empanadas.”

Everyone sighed in relief at the mention of Miguel’s favorite food. Maybe he will calm down just a little bit.

“Gracias, cariño.” He says, taking the to-go box from your hands. He thought nothing of it as the lightest touch caressed against the small of your back.

In the background, Miles gasped—he gasped so loud that Miguel’s head whipped over to him. “You and—Oh.”

Miguel could only stare, eyebrows raising by themselves in surprise. Miles’ eyes widened and he quickly shrunk into his form. “Nothing! It’s nothing. I-I just—saw a spider!” His eyes widened. Again. “But not like a—like a radioactive one or—“

Miles winces at the rambling that tumbled out of his mouth and immediately clamps his mouth shut. “It’s great. I’m great. Everything’s great.”

It was entirely unconvincing. Extremely, unconvincing. Peter and Gwen just raise their eyebrows at him while Hobie nods to Miles.

Miles’ eyes continue to widen at the sudden confirmation from his friend. He opens mouth to ask a million questions going through his head, but the straight glare from Miguel snaps it shut.

It wasn’t that Miguel was embarrassed to be seen with you or anyone in HQ. In fact, when he visits your universe, he can’t stop with the public displays of affection. His arm envelops you as you walk, his finger caresses the shape of your jaw as you talk about your day, his lips press sweetly into your shoulder on the subway ride home, and sometimes his fingers purposely brush and tap against your thighs at your favorite dinner spot.

He was so proud of the person you had become and endlessly encouraged you in your passions. He drooped all over you—practically—at every given point.

Miguel was obsessed with you.

His only issue was the idea of you getting hurt. There was no rhyme or reason, in particular, as why that related to everyone at HQ—but he knew that this was a dangerous responsibility to take on.

Since you, everything and everyone became a threat. He will be damned if he lets anyone take you away from him.

So, due to his fears, you both agree—with terms—to not tell anyone in the spider-verse. It was nice too when everything wasn’t a fuss. Well, until you continuously slip up.

~

After Miles and Hobie already figured it out, it was Peter’s turn—but this discovery was much more of a shocking scene.

You were in his office—lair—whatever he liked to call it, sitting perched on his lap. Miguel’s arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and your hands were locked onto his muscled shoulders.

His mouth was perfectly slotted over yours, his deep breath fanning up against your cheek. His tongue swirled deliciously against your own as you pressed further into his chest.

You break apart for just a second, “Miguel.” You whined. As if he was a drug, your lips leaned forward once more—whining for the millionth time when his lips dodged yours.

He chuckled, his lips trailing lazy kisses along your neck. “Patience, cariño. You know I’ll take care of you.”

Your lips felt too swollen and your body felt too heated for you to make a conscious reply. Too kiss drunk, you just say his name once more. It was more desperate this time.

Miguel smirks smugly before leaning his lips down to yours again. You taste so sweet as he licks to the inside of your mouth—wanting to feel your velvety tongue. He growls at the feeling of your legs wrapping around him tighter.

Without any caution, Peter swings into Miguel’s office—despite lyla’s many protests.

“Hey, Miguel! Do you wanna see more Mayday pictures because I’ve got tons and I know that you’re busy but—oh my god!”

He screeches to a halt when he finally looks up from his daughter’s hand tightening around his finger to the sight of you—on Miguel’s lap with your tongues down each other’s throat.

His hand instinctively slaps Mayday’s eyes closed, even though she was already fast asleep in his arms.

You both, in practically a millisecond, jump out of each other’s skin and stand five feet apart. “Oh I’m—I was just—looking for a file.”

Miguel’s hand ruffles through his messy hair. “Yep. A file. They needed a file.”

He stared blankly at the two of you for a couple of moments. Miguel had patches of bruises that fluttered against his neck and as you predicted, your lips were swollen.

Then Peter smiled—he smiled so large. “Sure.” He drags out. “A file. Yeah, that’s exactly what you needed.”

Miguel grumbled underneath his breath while you stood too shocked to do anything quite yet.

~

Lastly, Gwen was the last one to notice. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have figured it out, but more so she had a lot on her plate at the moment. Unfortunately, she was distracted more than normal.

Luckily, this was going t o be a highlight of her week—you and Miguel. About fucking time.

Everyone was in a meeting—you, Miguel, Hobie, Miles, Peter, and Gwen. Under the table, without anyone knowing, Miguel slowly interlaced your fingers together. Your lips twitched at the feeling and you squeezed his hand.

When Miguel got nervous, his hand would try and find your figure. It didn't matter what—a pinkie, your whole hand, an elbow, you name it. As long as he could find the comfort of the soft plains of your skin, he knew he would be okay.

Gwen nudged Hobie and Miles. She whispered as softly as she could. “Are they holding hands?”

Her eyes widened at the nod both of them gave back to her. Peter just smiles—almost too brightly at the sight of his friends being happy together.

"Yeah they are."

Gwen glares at them the three of them before whisper shouting. “You guys knew? And you didn’t tell me?”

Peter, very cautiously without suspicion, raised a hand in defense. "Well, I didn't wanna tell—you know, because I knew."

She rolled her eyes at the older man. "You're ridiculous. That's definitely not true."

“I knew the whole time. It was pretty obvious.” Hobie stated, unamused.

The other three gasped and it caused you and Miguel to slight jump—no spidey sense and all. "And you didn't even tell us?" Miles scoffed. Gwen just started to cuss as she was fed up, these were her friends for fucks sake. Peter just sniffed and whispered, "how could you?"

Miguel bellowed. “Are you idiot-brains even listening?”

As if on cue, each of their eyes widened substantially. Their lips were sealed tightly and nodded. Well, except Hobie. Hobie just laid back slightly more in his chair. Miles had to ask him how to be more unfazed.

"Not at all, blue panther. Just take them out of here and have a proper date now, yeah?" With that, Hobie takes his leave, despite the protests from Miguel to come back to finish the debriefing of a mission.

Miguel felt hot. He felt very hot. The entire team had just witnessed the two of you and he wasn't sure what you thought about it. You bit your lip and stared into his eyes. He could only stare back in nervousness before the realization followed him and toppled over him like a freight train.

Oh, who cares, he thought. A la mierda, he thinks once again.

"Will you? You know," He says it almost bashfully. You couldn't believe your eyes. "Go on a proper, real date?"

You smiled, so wide. You didn't have to hide anymore. Sure, you've had plenty of dates, but he's talking about a real one. One where you don't have to shove yourselves in bushes and wear non-recognizable clothes.

You press your thumb into his cheek and stroke softly. "I would love to, Miguel."

He smiles this time—it was wide and all of his teeth shown brightly through his lips.

"Ew you guys are gross." "This is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. Mayday, did you see?" "Can you guys adopt me?"

Miguel groaned, "Please, get out." He pauses a beat, "Now."

[cupcakeinat0r]

Still thinking about DadBod!Miguel………..

You loved your man unconditionally, that was a fact. But it was also a fact that he was a workaholic, and this bothered you like no other. He tried to be better about it since being with you, but the habit of staying for longer hours still persists.

You couldn’t complain all too much, though, since he did make some progress; how else would he have softened up a bit if not to come home to you earlier some days to eat you out your cooking?

Anyways, one time, it was late, he was home, but he was still in that goddamn study of his, and you were waiting impatiently in the bedroom for him.

“Baby…” you call out from the warm, fluffy sheets, “come to bed, please.” you plea, but alas, you’re response is a low, “casi terminado, beba.”

Typical.

You don’t know if it’s because of built up sexual frustration, your ovulation week, or both, but you get up from the bed and march yourself toward his study.

“Hey, mister, remember me? The love of your life?” You say almost jokingly, but you’re kind of serious at this point. You stand at the door, arms crossed.

Miguel looks up at you from his computer, and you can tell he’s tired. He’s already in his usual sleeping attire: nothing but basketball shorts, which doesn’t help the situation at all. The waistband hugs tightly around his pudge, displaying his delicious happy trail.

“M’sorry, mama, I’ll be there soon, m’kay? Almost done, promise.” But you’re not even completely listening because of how inviting his thick, muscular thighs look right about now. An idea pops into your head…

“That’s what you always say…” you walk into the study, catching Miguel’s attention once again when you stand next to him. You give his bicep a tap, a non-verbal request for him to scoot the seat back and turn to you, to which he obliged. He sees you pouting, which saddens him of course, he hates seeing his baby upset. He never does this to hurt or neglect you.

“Mamita, Que te pasa? Hm?” He coos while you sit on his lap, straddling and cuddling him as your smaller-in-comparison figure wraps around his taller, huskier build. You swear if you weren’t so horny, you’d be able to fall asleep right there against his soft, plushy, warm skin. Miguel embraces you back, pressing your front against his soft stomach and hard chest. He has a hand on your hip, the other on your lower back.

“Nothing, I just miss you…” you softly breathe against the skin of his neck, placing soft kisses there, “I miss my cuddle bear,” you speak between those kisses. You know your act is working when you feel a certain tent forming beneath you, your lips curling against his jawline.

Miguel kisses you back, his slow kisses planted along your shoulder, “I know, mama, I know,” he continues to plant apologetic pecks up your shoulder and up your neck, only riling you up even more, “I miss you, too, beba. ” he coos, pressing a kiss on your head as his gaze remains on his laptop. One of his hands continues to rub your back while the other travels from your hip to proceed typing on the laptop.

Miguel then hears you speak against the skin of his bare shoulder. It’s muffled, but he can make out a weak, “I need you.”

The typing stops.

“Perdon, mamita, what was that?” You let out a soft grunt, your hips fidgeting on top of his lap. Your heat rubbing against his bulge and lower belly gradually stealing his focus from his work. “You heard me, stop acting coyyy.” You shy away from the question with more kisses on his shoulder and neck but he persists, “dimelo, mama, que necesitas?”

His lips curl as you begin mewling quietly against his neck, your hips digging harder against his lap. “C’mon, baby, use your words.” His smirk widens when he hears a certain whimper; one he’s grown familiar with and knew what it meant.

Your breathiness tickles his ear in the most delectable way, letting out a measly, “I want — Mm…” You’re surprised to hear the typing begin again, thinking you were finally starting to take 100% of his attention.

“Whatchu want, hm? I’ll give it to you, just say it.” He gently pleads, the softness of his voice the greatest comfort in the world. He makes you feel so safe.

“Mm— I… I need you… Ungh— M’need you in me, Mig, pleaseeee.”

“You want what? Be specific, mamita, you can do it.” You kiss your teeth and roll your eyes, “Baby, you know what I’m talking about, stop being like that.”

“No, no, tell me, I wanna hear it from you. Love it when you say it… need to hear you say it…” he whispers.

You never were good at being vocal, but Miguel has changed that since being with him. The man needs to hear your sweet voice, it being absolute music to his ears. You were at your limit, so for this time, you put aside your timidity and grant him his wish.

“I want this fat cock, baby… so bad.”

You couldn’t stop whimpering due to his massive length stretching you out. You’d think you would have adapted to size by now, but given he has you sitting still on his lap, no room to maneuver, it figures.

“Mamita, stop moving, I’m almost done with this, I promise.” You know he’s having just as much of a hard time sitting still from how gravel his voice has become. Since making you cockwarm him, he’s barely accomplished any work on his computer, about to call it quits and just take you to bed to finish off what you started.

“You said that fifteen minutes agoooo.” You groan, your hips fighting against his hand, which holds you tight in position.

He quiets you with a kiss to the temple, “shh, beba, I’m giving you what you— mmfuck— what you wanted…” The way your cunt greedily sucks him in makes his mind foggy and his cock twitch inside you a number of times. In an effort to hush your noises of desperation, he leans back into his chair so that his face meets yours, practically eating your tongue in an open mouthed kiss. Amidst the heated kiss, he can feel a certain something taut against his belly. He makes the mistake of looking down when pulling away, seeing how his throbbing dick makes a faint bulge in your stomach. With this, your pussy constantly squeezing him, and your soft whimpers, there’s no way he’ll finish any work.

“Coño, you win.”

So he slams his computer, picks you up, basically runs toward the bed and throws you onto it so that he could rail you until you spoke fluent gibberish!

The end :3

A/n: inspired by an ask, Ty nonnie <3

[milequaritchsslut]

Okay but hear me out, a lil drabble about Miguel being into somnophilia bc I definitely feel like he is. Like he gets home after working late to his baby sleeping and looking good, he’s definitely into it.

Somnophilia with Miguel

Warnings: Thigh job, (Reader and Miguel have agreed that they’re ok with him doing this, so this is 100% consensual), orgasm (m), fluff

You’d be fast asleep inside your shared apartment, hair a bit frazzled atop your silk pillows. Nonetheless you looked beautiful like this, to him at least. He watched as your chest rose and fell softly, your absolutely oblivious to your boyfriends rock hard cock brushing against your thigh. His mushroomy tip dripping with pre-cum, palming himself as he got closer.

His chest was flush with your back now, hands pulling you closer to him. He was gentle and quiet, slowly his fingers lifted up your leg, making room for his thick cock. His hips pushed against your clothed cunt, a low grumble falling from his lips as he placed your leg back down. He could feel your arousal, your slick seeping out of your thong and onto his cock. Making it easier for him to move, he waited a minute to make sure you were asleep. Then his hips began moving, cock brushing against your covered clit as he held onto your hips and buried his face into our neck. You were so warm and soft against him, your small whines egging him on to keep going.

‘Ah fuck’ he groaned out, the soft skin of your thighs sandwiching his cock so deliciously he could already feel his arousal pooling in his stomach.

His pace was sickening, he gave up on letting you sleep. He began groaning and whispering dirty things into your ear—knowing you’d never hear them. He let out another hiss, his orgasm building up in his stomach before he finally let go, giving one last thrust as his seed spurted onto the sheets next to you and on your stomach.

You felt that last thrust, causing your eyes to flutter open, oblivious to what was happening. ‘Miguel’ you asked groggy, looking down at the mess. Your eyes widened and looked at his cock stuffed between your plush thighs.

‘Hey hey It’s ok’ he cooed, kissing down your neck softly as he smiled. His sudden show of affection calmed you down as you let out a small breath.

‘Miguel were you-‘

‘Shhh, just go back to sleep mi amor’ he pulled out between you and pulled his pants back up. He held you closely to him and smiled, you let him hold you and decided to ignore it finally and closed your eyes

‘Love you so much mami’

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hi! i absolutely love your spider-barbie x miguel fic! could you pls do a miguel x fashion reader who loves wearing pretty dresses and skirts but he gets a little possessive and then other stuff ensues..

miguel o'hara stars in... 'MY DRESS UP DARLING' ♡(>ᴗ•)

a/n~ this request is so cute omg i always wanted to be a fashion designer so i kinda channelled that. i was thinking of valdrin sahiti's dresses the whole time, also POSSESSIVE MIGUELL AHHH!! enjoy my lovely 💗💗💗💗

summary; miguel loves it when you dress up, only for him though. no one else.

wc; 1.6k+

pairings; husband!miguel o'hara x wife!fashion designer!reader

cw; SMUT!!, voyeurism, breeding kink, possessive behaviour, fingering, meanish-soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader p in v, tit slapping like once, a guy watches you two fuck, is dirty (￣▽￣*)ゞ, nawt proofread - this took me like 2 days to write m a busy girlie

you were just so gorgeous. ever since you and miguel started living together you completely took over the space in your shared closet with the most beautiful pieces of clothes he’s ever laid eyes on, eventually leading to miguel spending a whole week making you your own walk-in closet. he took you out shopping after that, since you had all this new space - why not fill it with even more clothes?

typically, you liked to design your own. dresses of all shapes and sizes, skirts too, but miguel loved spoiling you too much - besides, he loves it when you dress up for him. he booked you a private fitting in one of the top boutiques in nueva york, you would talk his ear off about how badly you wanted a dress from them, sending him pics of all the new pieces they’d put out. what’s better than spending quality time with his baby?

when you two arrived at the boutique, you were greeted by a young man. he was handsome, not as handsome as your husband, but still handsome. he smiled brightly at you whilst handing you a glass of champagne before turning to miguel and doing the same. “good afternoon mrs. o’hara, mr. o’hara. we’ll sure to make this the most memorable experience for you, seeing as your husband booked the most expensive service we offer. but a beautiful lady like yourself deserves the best, regardless.” the little fucker winked at you. miguel was slowly starting to regret coming here, seeing you blush faintly from the compliment made his blood boil.

the man attempted to put his hand in yours, trying to guide you to the fitting rooms - did he want to get fucked up? miguel let out a low growl, wrapping an arm around your waist a pulling you close to him. “well? lead the way then.” 

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for the most part, miguel was enjoying watching you dress up so prettily. everything fit you like a glove, all of the dresses chosen specifically from your instagram collections and your pinterest boards. adjusting himself, he eyed you hungrily. this dress was just perfect. it looked so similar to your wedding dress, you looked so beautiful in it - even more so when he fucked you in that same night. he had picked this dress out for you specifically and he was secretly crossing his fingers in hopes that you liked it, and like it you did. but someone else liked it too, a bit too much.

the shop assistant stood at the side of the platform, gawking at you. obviously, miguel knew his wife was a whole goddess, too good for this world - but this guy was staring so shamelessly at you. he couldn’t allow that, nuh uh. “d’you like the dress, my love? i picked it out for you, knew you’d look so sexy in it.” miguel stands behind you now, large hands caressing your hips as he presses himself against you. he whispered into your ear but it was 100% loud enough for the assistant to hear, seeing as his face started to turn a deep red at the pda.

this only fuelled miguel to go even further, lip’s latching onto your sensitive neck, sucking on the skin. one of his hands moves up the dress, skimming the fat of your exposed cleavage before pushing under the fabric to grope your tit, thumb rubbing teasing circles over your pert nipples. “this dress was made for you, doll, no one could wear it like you do.” he spun you around, both hands gripping onto your ass. his hard cock presses into your stomach, your hand coming up to his chest, pure embarrassment on your face. “h-honey,” you had to get on your tip-toes to whisper to your behemoth of a husband, holding onto his shoulders. “what are you doing? can’t you wait till we get home, baby?” 

he smiled, brushing his hand along the side of your face. “how else am i gonna teach that little perv a lesson if we’re at home, hm? look at him, love. he’s probably gonna get off to this later.” you would think the guy isn’t even there with the way that miguel completely disregarded his presence, talking about him so openly like he wasn’t even there. but miguel didn’t give a fuck, patting your ass to get you to jump onto him, wrapping your legs tightly around his thin waist.

he sat down on the sofa in front of the mirror, deftly hiking up the dress to bunch up just above your plump ass, palming his hands over the skin. giving the assistant a view to remember, he pushed your thong to the side, creamy strings of arousal cling onto the fabric. you were wet, so wet - your sexy husband was feeling you up, what else could you do? “mírate, empadada para mí. you’re such a dirty girl, eh love? or is it that you like being watched?” three fingers plunged into you, he moved them teasingly slow, pressing them up against the most sensitive spots - curling them, moving faster and faster until he feels you clench around his thick fingers. 

“you gonna cum, sweetheart?” he slows his fingers down to a gentle grind, thumb flicking your swollen clit. your soft whines and whimpers were just too cute, he can see the guy’s hard-on - his shaky hands dipping under the waistband of his slacks. “mmh - y-yeahhh, feels so g-good.” your hips were moving so salaciously against his hands, the urge to give in to you was becoming harder to resist for miguel. but he had to make sure that idiot learnt not to fuck with what’s his. he pulled his fingers out of your soaked cunt, licking your essence of his fingers before lifting you up and turning you around in his lap, your pussy exposed for the assistant to see.

“baby, what’re you-“ you could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and the wet slap of your husband’s tip against his toned stomach. he places a hand on your lower back, arching it whilst the other comes to pull the front of your dress down - perky tits spilling out of the lacy front. “lift your hips for me, love.” he slips his thick cock under, smacking his tip against your clit, pre smearing all over it. “fuck, honey, please i need you.”  of course, he could never say no to you. 

he pushed himself inside of you, pulling you back down. keeping a fast pace, the wet sounds of your ass meeting his hips reverberated throughout the room, one of his hands groping your tits. “you like that, baby? you - fuck - you like getting fucked like the little slut you are, moanin’ my name like that.” drool was slipping out of your mouth, running down your chest. all you could let out were garbled whimpers and moans, your smaller hands gripping his arms as he used you like a fleshlight.

the assistants hand was moving rapidly under his slacks, his eyes trained on the sight of miguel’s cock stretching you out so deliciously. you lost all feelings of embarrassment long ago, your shaky hands rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit. miguel cursed under his breath, his own voice slightly shaken, his large hand splayed against your stomach. the outline of his cock pressed against his hand, he was so, so deep in you. “shit…would you look at that.” he ran his thumb over the outline of his tip, hips stuttering as a jolt of pleasure racked both of your bodies. 

“god, fuck - ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy up. you always wanted me to knock you up, right love?” he smacks your tit, the flesh jiggling in his palms as he quickens his thrusts. “see my girls swollen with milk, this beautiful belly of yours all heavy with our babies. everyone will know you’re mine, ‘m never letting you go - i’ll fuck as many babies as i have to in this tight cunt to make you remember that.”

your thighs trembled at his words, fingers on your clit sloppy as you clench tightly around him, a broken whine of his name leaving your lips. squirting all over the sofa, his cock almost pushed out of you from the force of your orgasm. the faint whimper from the corner tells you both the assistant finished too, his arm draped along his face. miguel was so close, pushing his cock as deep as it could go, forcing more liquid out of your quivering cunt.

“thaaat’s it, baby, you’re so gorgeous when you cum. f-fuck - take it, fucking take all of my cum.” his hips push against you two, three more times before he spills his load inside, the thick, creamy liquid seeping out and pooling at the base of his cock. he ruts against you slowly, pushing his cum back into you - pressing kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. “you did so good for me, i love you so much.” you smiled deliriously, pressing a deep kiss on his spit soaked lips. “mmm, i love you too, honey.”

his gaze then locks onto the assistant, eyes narrowed and demanding. he hold you tightly against him, hand caressing your ass lovingly. “you. ring up all of this shit, she’ll keep this one on.” he nods frantically, tripping over himself as he grabs all the dresses on the racks. “one more thing,”

“when you’re done, do me a favour and quit. i don’t wanna see you here again.”

“miguel!”

- mírate, empadada para mí. - look at you, so wet for me

-come into my mouth, come into my mouth in the name of the lord

[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, Purely smut/suggestive content, Mentions of various kinks/sexual fantasies 

Summary: My thoughts about how Miguel acts during sex!

Word Count: 1.2K (slightly edited)

Miguel is, obviously, an absolute BEAST in bed. He’s instantly hitting all the right spots and he is not stopping until you're both so overstimulated that neither of you have a single coherent thought. There were numerous instances where he fucked you until you passed out. 

Miguel 100% has a size kink. He’s constantly getting off at the thought of how small you are in comparison to him. It’s so easy for him to overpower you, in any situation. You’re at his complete mercy and it’s his ultimate goal to make you feel smaller than you already are. 

Adding on to the size kink, he loves watching your skin bulge. It feeds his ego more than anything else can. He loves seeing the skin of your throat and stomach rise and fall with his movements. He’s instantly putting pressure on it, increasing the pleasure for the both of you.

If you’re especially small, (around 5’1 and under), he goes absolutely FERAL at the fact that his cock does not fit inside you. He has an inch or two of his dick that you can never take due to the sheer size of him. No matter how much he preps you or what position you’re in, it just refuses to enter you. You used to be embarrassed by it, but seeing how much Miguel loves it has made you more comfortable about it. 

This man is all about praise and degradation. He loves telling you how well you take him or how pretty you look when you’re under him or on your knees. But every now and then he’s mocking you as you choke around him or get too overstimulated. Degradation plays a big role in his dirty talk if he’s stressed or angry. 

Despite his authoritative role as the head of the Spider Society, Miguel doesn’t really like being called things like “daddy”, “sir", or “master” in the bedroom. He’d much rather hear you screaming out his name than any title. 

But, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t use names with you. He constantly refers to you as “his pretty/good boy/girl”, Spanish terms of endearments, and even the occasional “slut’ or “his poor little thing”. Referring to you as “his personal fuck toy” is a pet name too, right?

This man loves mutual masturbation, or even just watching you please yourself. If he walks in on you pleasuring yourself, let it be with toys or with your own hands, he’s finding the closest seat to sit down and watch or to jerk off to the pretty little sight along with your soft noises. 

There were even times where he’d call you, begging you to turn on your camera and touch yourself simply because he missed you so much or because he knows he won’t be home to play with you himself. He has to have Lyla deny all access to his office because he’ll be damned if anyone else got to see you like this.

Phone sex is a big must if he hasn’t seen you in a while due to you being on a mission or living in a different dimension. He’s always counting down the seconds until he gets to call you. But, if you two don’t have the time to call, he’s begging you to send videos, pictures, audios, anything to get him by until he can fuck you in person. 

Miguel is into katoptronophilia, or mirror sex. Not because he likes to watch himself, but because he likes to watch you. He constantly needs to see the pretty faces you make when he’s inside you. He wants to be able to see everything, the way your body recoils with each thrust, the shape your mouth makes when you let out your beautiful noises, the way your skin is shiny with sweat, and most importantly the way you have your eyes on him. You need to watch him as much as he needs to watch you. It drives him crazy and he likes to know he has your complete attention. 

Miguel is all about breeding (if you’re afab!). Even if you can’t get pregnant because of birth control or simply because you’re infertile, he’s constantly grunting into your ear how he’s going to fill your tight cunt with his cum and how he can’t wait for your stomach to grow with his baby. He’s not stopping until you’re pumped full of his release and it’s dripping out of you. If you’re amab!, he’s whispering into your ear how good you would be with kids if you were to adopt one as he fucks you. He’s basically using sex to fuck you stupid and trying to convince you to adopt a kid with him, but he’s still filling you to the brim with cum, nonetheless. 

Miguel isn’t the biggest fan of exhibitionism. But that’s only because he’s protective of you and doesn’t want anyone to see what’s meant for his eyes only. That being said, he doesn’t mind it if someone happens to overhear your moans and whines if they were to walk by his office. He’ll gladly fuck you in a dark hallway, storage closet, bathroom, or in his office. But if he does, it’s because he knows no one can walk in to see your naked body and if the door locks, it’s being locked. But he is walking out with a cocky smile knowing everyone heard your screams and can visibly see the hickeys he left on your skin. 

Marking! He loves marking you. He’s sucking any exposed skin and covering it with kisses and bruises. He loves seeing the fading bruises on your thighs and waist from previous fucking sessions and it’s his own form of entertainment to see you stressing about how to cover the hickeys and bite marks on your neck or any other visible skin in the morning. He purposely hides any of your high collared clothes or scarfs because he wants people to know that you’re his. 

He loves biting you, and not solely because it leaves marks on your soft skin. He loves injecting his venom into you and leaving you paralyzed. He loves that he can (with your permission) have his way with you. You’re completely helpless and he fucks you into oblivion, only letting you let out pretty noises and earth-shattering orgasms. 

Best believe Miguel is pussy/dick whipped. He’s constantly begging you to let him shove his head between your legs for a taste. It brings him so much comfort feasting in between your legs and feeling you cum in his mouth. He loves it so much that he has to get your consent to do it even when you’re asleep. He just gets the urge to do it sometimes and he can’t help it. It physically pains him when he can’t do it because he’s away at work or if you gently tell him no because you’re busy :(

Miguel is all about aftercare. He knows how rough he can be, so he makes it his first priority after fucking you silly to get you a glass of water and bringing you to the bathroom to pee and take a bath. He’s whispering how good you were and asking if you’re hurt or sore anywhere. He apologizes once or twice if it's your guys' first time or if it was particularly rough that time around. Afterward, he’s taking you to bed and snuggling you to him as you doze off to sleep. Or, he watches you sleep for an hour or two while whispering how much he loves you until he falls asleep, too.

I am 100% going to make separate images for some of these headcanons (especially the mirror one) because they are just AAAAAA!! They need to be brought into existence!! Feel free to recommend ones you want to see in more detail!

[madschiavelique]

headcanons on miguel’s favorite sex positions? 💃

OOOO boi do i have some things to say about this

headcanon : Miguel's favourite sex positions and why with some quotes of what he would say in each situation for the positions

content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, mentions of -breeding kink, size kink, soft sex, rough sex, pnv sex, prostate, bdsm. softdom!miguel, no use of Y/N word count : 1,3k

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Missionary : ⟢ description : the receiver partner lays back and the giving partner enters from above

listen, he is a simple man that sometimes likes to stick to the good ol stuff

this, and also because he just loves to watch you and how small you look under him

Miguel for SURE has a size kink, like LOOK at how BIG he is

and the fact that he knows he can cage you underneath him simply with his frame makes his cock twitch

also : this one gives him access to your neck and your breasts/chest, and every single position that does so is a must

bonus point for the kinky missionary where he ties your hands above your head while his roam your entire body

plus he just loves seeing you begging, that powerless look in your eyes as you squirm under him makes his eyes burn dark

“I’m going to make you come until you can’t breathe.”

Table-top / Countertop : ⟢ description : you don’t have to do this specifically on a table. Have the giver enter while the receiver sits or lies at the edge of a table, counter, or bed.

this man is devoted to his work, but he is mostly devoted to you

and sometimes he just can’t resist seeing your thigh thickening as you sit down, it does unspeakable things to him (because he is undoubtedly a thigh man, fight me on this)

gotta make some good use of these desks after all

if he really just can't wait for you two to be back to his quarters, he’d 100% make everyone leave the office so that he can just pin you down on the desk and fuck you senseless

once, you almost got caught because you were moaning a bit too loud, and he just pressed his hand on your mouth

“I love your moans nena, but for now you have to be silent.”

you had tried to control your moans better, biting on the inside of your cheek, your lip, or his

“don’t worry, because later, I’ll make you scream”

another way for him to take you that is similar to the countertop would be :

Face-off / the chairman ⟢ description : the giving partner sits on a chair or on the edge of a bed ; the receiver faces them while seated on their lap (for the chairman, the receiving is facing away)

he likes this one because this way he can see you, hold you close to him and still have access to your entire body

he’d spend so much time marking you, everywhere across your neck, breast and back

also the chairman might start because either you or him proposes some cockwarming during his work

“I need you, right now.”

when in the bedroom though, he will go for something similar but sweeter :

the Om/Rocking Horse ⟢ description : the giving partner sits cross-legged, (yoga/pretzel-style), while the receiver sits on their lap facing them. The receiver can wrap their legs around the giver and hug each other

he just loves the proximity of this one, it’s so intimate

how he can hold you in his arms while you go at your own rhythm. You look so good for him, he’s literally drunk on your every expression and moans

he’ll become a full koala, just wrapping his arms around you and kissing your skin tenderly, his eyes full of pure adoration for you

seeing you so close, he is so proud of you and how good you are for him

it’s in these moments that he wonders what he did to deserve to have such an amazing partner

“do you like the way that feels ? Gosh, you should see how good you look right now.”

Cowgirl ⟢ description : the receiver kneels on top, pushing off the giver’s chest and sliding up and down their thighs. The receiver can relieve some weight from their partner’s pelvis by leaning back and supporting themselves on their thighs

ooo boi many reasons

first of all, after a long day, if you want him, you can still fuck him when he is too tired to properly take care of you (this man will crave your body until his last breath)

second of all, the view he has is amazing

seeing you bounce on his dick, his hands grasping your breasts/chest and your hips while you’re rolling them onto him : pure bliss

third of all, this one allows you to manage your own rhythm and your own pleasure just the way you want it

he does also love some alternatives to it

reverse cowgirl for instance is insanely good, seeing your amazing ass lowering on his dick and grazing his lower belly is heavenly. Bonus point for this one if it’s mirrored sex, because seeing your beautiful face while you’re the one fucking him elevates his soul

“use me as your toy all night long”

Leap frog ⟢ description : this is a modified doggy style position. The receiver gets on their hands and knees, then, keeping hips raised, rests their head and arms on the bed.

remember the soft Miguel I told you about in the Om part ? Let’s set that idea to the side, ‘cause he ain’t soft in this one

damn this position makes him want to breed you so bad, because this has a sort of bestial and intense style to it

he can go deep into you, hitting all the good spots while he toys with your clit and drives you from one climax to the other

he will lock your wrists in your back with just one hand while with the other he grips your hair

he loves the feeling of your ass against him, and will undoubtedly grab it full hand or slap it

he might or might not use this one whenever he feels frustrated and needs to vent the tension

“i’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk”

Scoop me up/spooning ⟢ description : both partner lie on their side, facing the same direction while the giver enters the receiver

Miguel, as we can imagine, is the big spoon, and he loves being it

so combining this with sex ? Oh boi that’s a win

also (same as with cow-girl) this is a great way for him to still make love to you when he is tired after a long day because he doesn’t need to use a lot of energy

bonus point about this one : he loves it because, when you’re all done, there’s nothing much left to do but snuggle up and fall asleep in each other’s embrace

“Coño, you feel amazing.”

Mating press / Seashell ⟢ description : the receiver lies back with their legs raised all the way up, the giver enters from a missionary position

as mentioned earlier, Miguel probably has a good ol’ breeding kink

so of course this position is a necessity

he can be all good and deep inside you while you're under him, he might bite your calf

he feels like he looks so much bigger than you in this, and he’ll never get tired of the vision of your eyes tearing up from how deep he’s fucking you

plus, he can block both your legs and arms, completely dominating you and holding you at his mercy, and that excites him very, very much

“Let’s find out how much you can take.”

this one is kind of a bonus :

the snow angel (maybe an unpopular opinion ? i have no idea tbh bhffrgd) ⟢ description : the receiver should lie on their back and have the giving partner straddle them, facing away. The receiver lifts their legs and wraps them around the giver’s back to elevate their pelvis so the giver can enter.

okay this one mostly applies for one single reason : prostate massage

you both might just rarely use this one, because miguel can’t see you nor mark anything than your legs (which he doesn't appreciate), however the possibility that you can finger his ass while he fucks you is an amazing feeling

the way he can bury himself inside of you while you hit his prostate so deliciously makes him moan uncontrollably

“Don’t stop… It’s so good when you touch me there.”

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

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Miguel O'Hara X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Miguel needs to see you in his office, immediately.

A/N: First Miguel fic! Pretty sure I have written him a little too soft. But I can't help myself. (Also, I read Spiderman 2099 100 years ago, please forgive me.)

Warnings: hickeys, secret relationship (kinda), p in v sex, oral (f receiving), swearing, this has not been proofread, overuse of italics, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning.

Word Count: 2404

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It’s always been difficult for you to work when someone’s looking right at you. 

Especially, when the person staring was Miguel. 

You took a risky glance up from your computer screen to the far side and- 

Yeah. Still staring. 

Nerves twisted in your stomach as you quickly looked back to your work and swallowed. You tried to type, tried to verify the equation you were meant to be double checking, but your mind was swimming. The numbers and symbols just weren’t adding up to anything no matter how much you willed them to make sense. 

“I need to speak with you in my office.” Miguel’s stern voice made you jump and accidentally hit several keys on your keyboard. 

“Of course.” You managed to squeak out, the sound of your voice made you want to slam your head against your computer. “I’ll, erm, be right there.” 

He stayed standing close, his arms crossed. 

You swallowed again and got up quickly when he didn’t move. 

Sabrina, your colleague at the desk next to you gave you a worried and apologetic glance. She obviously thought you were in for a bollocking. 

You followed Miguel silently as you both exited the room and went to the elevator. You stayed silent as he pushed the button for the highest floor, the one his office was on. 

You bit your lip, digging your nails into the skin around your thumb. 

It was only when you were both two steps into his office that Miguel looked at you, turning so quickly that he was almost a blur. His hands on your shoulders as he pushed you back into the door. 

The little yelp of surprise that started to escape your lips was quickly muffled by his mouth on yours. He grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping them around his hips in one swift motion.

You clutched at his shoulders, the yelp turning into a moan as he slid his tongue into your mouth and pressed his body flush against yours. 

“Fuck,” you pulled away to the side just enough to speak, “is this what you wanted to see me about?” 

His lips are back on yours in an instant, muffling your question. 

You pulled on the hair at the back of his head, just enough to be able to speak. “Migu-”

“Missed you.” He murmured, sinking his head back to your lips before trailing kissed over your jaw. 

You gasp, arching your back towards him as dips lower, leaving soft open mouthed kisses along your throat and rocking against you. You can feel his cock, thick and heavy straining against the confines of his trousers.

“You, you could have sent an email.” You lose your train of thought for a second as Miguel nips at your pulse point. “I would have come straight up.”

He makes a hum of disapproval into your neck, already so desperate to feel you. He snakes his hand under your top, pressing against your waist and using it as leverage to move you against him. 

His bulge rubs just right over your clit and you bite down a moan.

It’s like something in him snaps at the sound. “Need you, need you so bad.” He growls, pulling you away from the door and to the floor. 

He’s everywhere, crowding you in, pulling at your shirt buttons and trousers impatiently. All while kissing you roughly. 

You’ve been in this position too many times to know it’s only a short matter of time before he gets so irritated that he’ll either rip the buttons off or claw the material in two. 

“Miguel, Miguel,” you soothe, your hands going to his face and making him look at you. 

He pauses, breathing hard. 

You kiss his lips softly, pulling back when he tries to press against you hard. 

He whines, his hands on the floor on either side of your head. You can see his claws digging into the carpet in your peripheral vision. 

You kiss him again, just as soft. And he lets you this time, rolling his hips against you ever so gently in a perfect rhythm with your lips. 

You pull back, pressing another quick light kiss to the tip of his nose. “You okay?” 

He keeps his eyes closed and nods. 

You know he’s lying. Something’s upset him, something’s gotten under his skin and set his blood ablaze. 

But you also know him. You know he can’t talk about it right now, not when whatever it is is fresh and bleeding. 

He’ll talk about it later. Miguel always talks about it later. 

You kiss time again, light and sweet before trailing your lips to his neck. While you don’t want to be seen covered in hickeys after talking with the head of the company, no one would dare even mention it to Miguel if they saw a love bite just above his collar. 

You undo the top three buttons as you kiss his kiss, moving your lips lower and lower and then biting down hard.

Miguel hisses and clutches at you, pulling you tightly against him and rubbing his aching cock against your thigh. 

“Please… need you.” He moans softly at your ear. The tension in his lips is insurmountable, like the smallest action could cause him to shatter. 

You nod, kissing his chin then his lips. 

He doesn’t pull away quickly. Instead he melts into the kiss, groaning softly, as he swallows your tongue into his mouth. Enjoying your hands running up his chest. 

Thankfully (for your rapidly decreasing wardrobe) he unbuttons your shirt carefully, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin like it’s the first time he’s seen it. 

He bites at your breast playfully through the material of your bra, gazing up at you and chuckling as you gasp and give him a look.

It’s always good to see him smile, the expression never fails to send a rush of heat to your core. 

He undoes your trousers painfully slowly, taking his time in popping the button and pulling the zipper down as he kisses your hip and you wiggle underneath him. 

He’s doing it on purpose now, going extra slow because you made him calm down. 

“Miguel,” you start but he’s chuckling again. 

“Don’t be so impatient.” He mutters against your skin. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows and gawk at him. “Me? What about you?” You try to keep your voice stern, but it’s hard not to smile when he’s looking up at you like that. “You’re the one that-”

He loves waiting until you're in the middle of a sentence to act. 

Without warning he hooks his fingers into your waistband and pulls your trousers down to your knees, the force of the motion nearly making you fall completely flat on your back. 

You open your mouth to speak but Miguel is grinning like the spider that caught the fly. 

“Looks like you're falling for me baby.”

You pretend to hit him. “That’s terrible.”

He laughs, pulling off your shoes and then finishing taking off your trousers. “You love it.”

“I love you, you idiot.” You can’t help but smile. “In spite of your jokes.” 

He snickers and leans back down, lavishing your thighs with kisses until he reaches your centre. 

You can’t help but moan softly and arch your back off the floor as he presses his face into your clothed pussy. “Fuck.”

He kisses your clit over your panties and nuzzles his nose into the wet patch that has started to leak through. “You love my jokes.” He murmurs, looking up at you, already so close to falling apart, with his large red eyes. 

You shake your head. “They’re terrible.”

He grins. “Fair enough.” 

Oh so slowly, he slides his finger underneath your underwear, and, for a second you think he’s going to swipe through your folds. But instead he curls his finger towards himself, extending his claw, slicing the material clean apart. 

“Miguel!” You chide, without any real heat in it.

“I’m allowed to rip one thing,” he bats his eyes at you, completely juxtaposing his shit eating grin. “Besides I bought you these.”

“I’ll kill you.”

His smile widens, showing the sharp points to his canine teeth, “How about you give me a little death instead?”

“Now that is worse than-” You moan loudly, your head falling back against the carpet as he licks a long, slow stripe through your folds. Ending the action with a swirl around your clit. 

You gasp, bucking up against him involuntarily. 

“Oh,” he repeats the action, a little faster this time. “Looks like you like my quips actually.” 

You huff and gently grab a fistful of his hair, pushing him back to your cunt. “Be quiet.”

He laughs softly but doesn’t talk back, pressing his face back into you and licking slowly, broad stripes with the flat of his tongue. He grabs hold of your ass, canting you upwards ever so slightly so he can fully work you over. 

“Fuck, ah-”

He hums smugly as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently and then flicking it with his tongue. 

“Shitshitshitshitshit,” you can feel yourself getting close already, it was embarrassingly fast how well Miguel knew your body, how quickly he could bring you to the edge and push you over. 

You grind against his face as he fucks you with his tongue, lapping up your juices and groaning happily. 

It’s only when your back starts arching completely off the floor, when your breathing changes into a high pitch whine that he moves his mouth, focusing completely on your clit. Swirling circles and sucking on it gently before teasing it with the edge of his teeth. 

You writhe underneath him, pulling on his hair as he continues his onslaught. 

He looks up at you, catching your eyes for a second and it’s the happiest you’ve ever seen him. 

You don’t even get the chance to warn him you're about to come. Your orgasm hits you suddenly, flooding your mind and body completely and utterly. Drowning out all other thoughts and senses. 

Miguel worths you through it, pulling moan after moan from you, until you fall back on the floor exhausted. 

He sits up quickly, the bottom half of his face and neck shining from your release. He’s grinning a little smugly and quickly pulls off his tie and shirt, wiping your come off his skin with the latter. 

You barely get the chance to sit up before he’s kissing you again, the action deep and needy. He guides your arms out of your open shirt and undoes your bra, throwing your clothes to the side before kissing your chest. 

“Fuck Miguel,” you whine as he takes one nipple in his mouth, his fingers toying with the other. Heat rises to your skin and even though you’ve just come, you still need him so, so badly. 

He kisses up to your neck. “Get on your hands and knees.” There’s a softness to his voice, an unspoken please.

You move, doing what he asks instinctively. 

There’s a shift and shuffle of material behind you as he kneels and pulls his trousers and boxers down to free his weeping cock. 

He places his warm hand on your hip. The grip is strong, solid and comforting as he moves closer to you. The front of his thighs just touching the back of yours. 

He pumps himself slowly, teasing himself with the sight of you wet and ready for him. 

The carpet bites into your knees, but you don’t care. The anticipation, the warmth in your belly is driving you insane. You lean back a little, offering up yourself for him.

And he graciously accepts. 

He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance and so slowly eases in, taking his time like he hadn’t been hard and wanting for long before he came to see you.

You gasp at the stretch, his thickness filling you up so completely and utterly it seems to push the thoughts out of your mind. 

“You okay?” He mutters, his voice low and strained as he tries to control himself. 

“I’m good!” Your voice goes up embarrassingly high at the end as he bottoms out, brushing deep inside. 

“Good.” He breathes in deeply, trying to ground himself and you can feel him pulsing inside of you. 

You push back ever so slightly, arching your back, “you can mov-oh!”

He pulls back and snaps his hips back into you, almost dragging himself out completely before slamming back into you. 

You cry out as he sets a brutal pace, changing the angle with every thrust until he hears you whine loudly when he hits that special spot. 

“There baby? You need it there?” There’s a teasing edge to his voice but warmth as well as he focuses all his energy on fucking you exactley right. 

You gasp, unable to fully form words with the way he's ramming the air out of you. You barely manage a “uh, uh, uh,” of confirmation. 

Pleasure coils in your stomach, building higher and uncontrollably higher.

He’s pulling your hips back with every thrust, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. 

Your knees burn, rubbing raw on the carpet, but you hardly register it with the way he’s making you feel. 

“Miguel, I’m,” you whine, not able to get another word out as he picks up his pace. Fucking you even harder, even closer to your peak. 

“That’s it baby, that’s it.” He leans over your back as he thrusts, kissing your shoulders and reaching his right hand down to rub your clit. 

He barely gets a chance to circle it once before to cry out, clamping down on him as a wave of pleasure blooms through you. 

His hips stutter as you grip him, your walls pulling his orgasm from him suddenly. He groans as he comes, emptying himself deep within you and thrusting softly as you both come down. 

You feel light, boneless and ready to sink into a heap on the floor. Miguel’s firm grip is the only thing that stops you. 

He kisses your shoulder softly.

And you sigh, your knees twinge. “One day I won’t get carpet burn after a ‘meeting’.” You mutter and he laughs. 

“I love you.” He mutters against your skin softly. “Maybe I’ll get a bed put in here.”

You laugh loudly and he smiles.

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♡ Dating Miguel O’Hara Headcanons:

❝ “Spider-Verse”. That’s… stupid. It’s called the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly-Multiverse. Which sounds...stupid, too, I guess. ❝

[SFW+NSFW + Mention of Gendered Term]

NSFW Section Warnings: Explicit Language, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Slight Overstimulation, Primal Play, Praise+Degredation, Marking

A/N: Miguel has my heart and soul ever since I saw him so here’s his list <3 Also there is one mention of a fem pet name but all others are gender neutral or have both masc and fem translations!! So this is able to be read by anyone still!!

SFW Headcanons:

🕷 Miguel is known for his temper and aggressiveness and it's something he acknowledges in himself as well. He tries to resist lashing out, especially towards you.

🕷 Miguel finds you to be soothing in a way and that's because he knows he shouldn't be upset at you for his own stresses. So subconsciously, the moment he sees you, he calms himself down.

🕷 Peter will definitely encourage you to be around Miguel more often because he sees how you relax him. Cue Peter bringing you in and trying to have you and Mayday tag-team to calm Miguel down.

🕷 Miguel is very private about his love life because he doesn't see why anyone needs to know about that information even if people pry about it.

🕷 The only signs of PDA is really when Miguel feels jealous or overprotective and starts looming over you from behind, staring into whoever you're talking to until they leave.

🕷 Miguel's overprotectiveness can get out of hand sometimes but who can really blame him? He doesn't want to lose anyone else in his life and certainly not now that he had received a second chance to be happy.

🕷 If you're a spiderperson, he's the first to rush up to you and check you entirely for injuries. Even after you say you're fine, he's immediately asking Lyla to check for injuries as well. Lyla will be confused and say you're fine as well and he sighs in satisfaction. But, don't expect to be out of his arms for the next couple hours.

🕷 When in private, he tries to maintain the gentleman-like way he was taught to treat his partner. A real Casanova if you will. It's all flowers, chocolates and pure affection.

🕷 It isn't even because he feels like he needs to since you two are dating but because he wants to shower you with affection, especially knowing how focused he can be in his work. So the moment you two have time alone, he relishes in it.

🕷 And yes, his pet names are in Spanish regardless of if you speak it or not. (EX: Querida/Querido, Mami, Corazón, Princesa/Príncipe. If he’s having a telenovela moment, he’s saying “mi vida” or “mi amor”.)

🕷 After a long day, there's nothing more that he wants then to slump into your body to cuddle. His arms wrapped around you and buried into your chest silently muttering in Spanish about how soft your body is.

🕷 Also, absolutely 100% sleeps and wakes up like a dad. Snoring max volume and then yawning as if he were yelling. (He also sneezes like a dad so warning).

🕷 Miguel’s main Love Languages to give are: Physical Touch and Gift Giving.

🕷 Miguel just LOVES to feel your body. Does not matter body size or type, he’s grabbing onto you because you feel soft and warm in his hands.

🕷 It’s like he can’t get enough of you. In private, there isn’t a moment this he isn’t touching you in some way. Whether it’s small, lazy kisses across your face, holding your hips as you work or just walking with you as his hand is on the small of your back.

🕷 Like I said, not much of a PDA person. You’d have to be the one to initiate it to which in response he’d frown and say you two shouldn’t be doing it so publicly. What he really means is to not do it because he’s gotten slightly red at the gesture.

🕷 He likes to spoil you with different gifts. Usually, these are apology gifts if he’s overworked himself, missed out on a date because of missions, or he said something wrong.

🕷 And it’s usually a few different things he’ll get. He can’t resist limiting himself, especially if he’s pissed you off and needs to make up for it.

🕷 Chocolates, flowers, plushies, jewelry, that one sweater you wanted two weeks ago, your favorite book. It doesn’t matter. He’s getting all of it, making a cute little display and standing by with it at the door for you to have as soon as you get home.

🕷 Miguel’s favorite Love Languages to receive are: Acts of Service and Physical Touch.

🕷 Mans is always STRESSED. Hundreds of Spider-people who can be idiots sometimes gets to him so there’s nothing better for him than to take some chores off his plate.

🕷 This can be household chores like cleaning, laundry or something or it can be things specifically for Miguel.

🕷 Cooking him his favorite meal when he gets home or packing him lunch. Drawing him a bath and massaging his muscles so he isn’t as tense (he’s always tensing for some reason). Dressing his wounds even if he says he’s a man and can handle it. (He can’t).

🕷 And he’ll never admit it unless he’s half asleep, but he’s needy for your touch. There is nothing better than your hands, your lips, everything.

🕷 He isn’t great at communicating this so it’s just him nudging his hand to yours or staring at your lips for a while. If you don’t catch it, he’ll slightly pout and be upset that he hasn’t received your touch.

🕷 He’s especially sensitive at his neck btw. If he’s ranting on about something, the moment he feels you lightly kissing and nibbling at his neck, his words start to drift off and slow until he’s sighing and closing his eyes, accepting his fate.

NSFW Headcanons:

🕷 Remember all that stress from working? Guess who he’s taking it out on. This doesn’t mean he’ll be aggressive and hurt you (unless you want that) but more so, the moment he gets his hands on you, it’s clear what he wants as he’s pressing into you from behind.

🕷 Miguel can’t help but leave pretty little marks all across your body, especially on your inner thighs. If they are fading by the next time he’s between them, he’s taking his time to mark them back up as you squirm.

🕷 He’s such a WHORE for eye contact. Doesn’t matter the position, he NEEDS to see your reactions and have you feel his eyes on you.

🕷 “Don’t look away from me. You wanted this. Hell, you were begging for it. So look me in my eyes and take it.”

🕷 Even then, he can’t help being loving/romantic. His hands are holding yours, fingers interlocked as your being fucked to oblivion.

🕷 And being a gentleman does not go away here. He is actively resisting finishing until you do 2-3 times before him even if he was ready to cum everywhere the moment he saw you.

🕷 He’s an absolute animal in bed, I’m sorry. He’s tearing up your clothing with his talons, flipping you into different positions without warning, leaving scratch marks on your sides and legs, along with grunting and growling in your ears.

🕷 It’s never in a “meant to be scary” way but he can’t help himself but pounce onto you and hold you down. His fangs are out and talons slightly digging into you as he’s caught you and now you’re all his.

🕷 And it is way too easy for him to become obsessed between your legs. He can start slow and patient but the moment he tastes your cum/wetness, it’s time to see stars because he’s not stopping until you finally pull him off.

🕷 Speaking of giving head, if you aren’t gagging on his cock, he isn’t satisfied. He’s always nice, don’t get me wrong. He’ll hold your hair up, give you praise/degradation depending on your preference, and let you go at your own pace. But if you wanna see him cum, try to go as far as you can and gag and he’s rolling his eyes back, reveling in the sounds you make while he fills your mouth.

🕷 He can easily switch between praise and degradation or giving you a sweet mix of both. He’ll say things like “my pretty little whore” just to satisfy both areas.

🕷 He also is one to claim. That’s what all the marks are for anyhow but more so he does a kind of call and response during sex?? Like every-time he says “You’re all mine” he expects to hear “All yours” or “Just yours”. If he doesn’t, he’s going teasingly slow until you respond back to him just to fuck with you.

🕷 His favorite though is morning sex. Like, he loves to wake up already pressed into your back and have his hands trail up your belly. He’s whispering into your ear in his half-asleep state, tongue grazing the shell of your ear.

🕷 It’s sweet. It’s romantic. It’s slow and he can’t help himself when you’re just laying beside him so close and warm. He needed to feel you. He may not even fuck you and just let you cockwarm in the morning.

🕷 Also he def has a breeding kink. Regardless of if you are able to get pregnant or not, it’s all about seeing you filled to the brim with his cum. It’s mesmerizing to see it pour out of you that he’s nearly ready for another round immediately.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[inkdrinkerworld]

omg omg omg…. Imagining Miguel trying to take care of reader while she’s drunk but she wants to keep on partying

cw: drunk!reader, intoxication

"miguel," you grumble as he takes the glass away from you.

"no, you've been cut off," he mutters, handing your drink to margo. "you almost fell over just now." he says, face stoic as you sit yourself in his lap.

"but i didn't, you caught me." you say excitedly and miguel rolls his eye.

it isn't often that you're out for drinks, but when you are, you take it in stride.

you'd had a lot more than you usually would because you knew miguel wasn't going to be drinking. he takes care of you fine when he's been drinking, but when he's sober is more fun.

you get to try to make him blush and tease him and make a game of when he'll haul you over his shoulder and take you home.

"miguel?" you hum, paying no attention to your friends who you are almost 100% sure are making up some sort of story based on what you're whispering.

"sí amor? que pasa?" miguel's voice is as low as it always is but there's a softness that edges it a little bit like it always does when he's speaking to you.

"can i have my drink back?" you bat your eyelashes as you look up at him and miguel's hand reaches for your thigh- a quick pinch making you hiss.

"no," stern and soft. you pout. "do you want to go home? get some of those nuggets on the way? actually you probably shouldn't even have those. maybe a food truck will still be -"

you put your hand over miguel's mouth to cut him off. his sharp eyebrow raises and you smile, a bashful little smile.

"we can go home if we get empanadas, and if you promise to give me a massage." miguel removes your hand, pressing a quick kiss to your palm.

"alright, up," he taps your bum and you stand, swaying a little on your feet as you do. "good night ladies, ben," miguel is even more stern as he turns to the man. "text me when you drop them off."

ben salutes him and miguel fights the urge to roll his eyes, especially when you start skipping ahead of him, singing a song miguel is sure you're making up as you go.

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Miguel O’Hara x pregnant!reader thoughts and headcannons

Pure, 100%, locally produced fluff.

Warnings: afab reader and pregnancy.

Miguel was incredibly soft regarding you and your pregnancy.

At just the thought of you carrying his children, this man would become the most overprotective and devoted person on earth. He would fucking melt at the idea of you having his kids, and wouldn’t be afraid to show it.

He would spoil and dote on you constantly, always happy to do whatever he could to make you more comfortable. He’d hold your hair and rub circles into your back through your morning sickness, and he would always get you whatever weird food combination you were craving- even going out of his way to stop by the store on his way home when he knew you were running low on something.

He’d hold you every night as you fell asleep, one hand stroking your hair and the other resting protectively on your belly- even if you were still a good few months away from showing.

Miguel would come up behind you as you were cooking, doing chores- anything really- and push his fingers into your back, expertly rubbing and easing out all the aches and pains of your pregnancy. There were multiple times the man’s fingers had drawn moans out of you- all of which were promptly followed by a smug smile from Miguel at your reaction.

Once the child was finally born, he would always try his absolute best (to an absolutely adorable degree) with being a father.

He wouldn’t be perfect, no. He would be overprotective as hell- and definitely would become a helicopter parent if he was left to his own devices- but it would stem from a place of anxiety and grief. He had lost his family once- he didn’t want to let it happen again.

[nymphomatique]

Hiii!!

I was wondering if you could do either headcannons or an imagine with Miguel x fem!reader where Miguel really wants to try out mirror sex because he wants to see reader but the reader has a deep fear/hatred of mirrors and can’t stand looking at them unless it’s in the bathroom because according to her, that’s the only place a mirror should be!

Only do this if you’re 100% ok and comfortable with it! :))

this is sort of a mesh between headcannons and an imagine lol but i hope u enjoy my luvy 💋 also this is like 50% proof read so <3

cw: reader has insecurities but nothing specific, fem reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, squirting lolzzz, light teasing, miguel just being a sweetheart, lowk soft dom miguel, miguel is a munch 🤭

• i think this happens in a world where you n mig are living together and just deeply happy and in love

• that being said i can see this happening post shower or bath with you and miguel

• you’re in the mirror with your towel wrapped around your upper chest, just doing your skincare and getting ready for bed

• miguel is absolutely ENTRANCED by you in this moment like mans is in the mirror just watching you like🧍the whole time not moving a muscle 😭

• you notice him obv and you’re wondering and asking him why he hasn’t said anything and is just Looking At You.

• “Hm? You just look pretty, s’all.”

• he looks SOOOOO shy saying it and you blush bc he’s in his thirties and is this big successful man at his job and here u are, watching him turn his head like a shy school girl bitch i can’t i love him

• you walk over n kiss him so gently and he just has to grab u by the waist and go in for the kill 🙄

• he starts trailing kisses down ur neck and pushing you flush into the counter RIGHT in front of the mirror

• “Wanna see what pretty faces you make when I fuck you, baby.” is the answer you get when you ask him why he didn’t just bring you to bed

• you’re immediately embarrassed and u know he means well but the insecurities in u start bubbling up.

• “Mig, I know you don’t wanna see my face. Besides, mirrors anywhere but the bathroom irk me. I hate looking at myself.”

• he immediately is looking at you like your head is bit off bc you are the most gorgeous and beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on.

• “What are you- Do you hear yourself? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Do I have to prove it to you?” and prove it he does.

“Gorgeous,” Kiss. “Fuckin’ so pretty,” Kiss. “My stunning fucking lady. Mmm, you’re so good to me.” Kiss, Kiss, Kiss.

You’re blushing at Miguel’s praises as he kisses down your body, looking at you with full admiration and awe in his eyes. He kisses every scar, every stretch mark, every cut, and knick, and flaw until he’s on his knees, kissing your pubic mound, begging to let him prove it to you.

“Let me eat that pretty fuckin’ pussy and show you how good you you look when you cum on my tongue, baby,” he kisses around every but your needy clit and it makes you whine and reach out to coax him by running your fingers in his hair and pushing him closer to your wetness.

“Not until you say it,” Miguel slots his hand onto the one you put in his hair, finally looking up at you with a firmness and glimpse of need in his eyes. You feel yourself unraveling every passing second he’s antagonizing you with that electric mouth of his.

“Okay, you can touch me…” you swallow, needy and embarrassed.

“I am touchin’ you baby. Unless you want me somewhere else?” he quips, the fucking smart ass. You whine and look down at him once more, knowing he wouldn’t waiver until you told him what he wanted to hear.

“Please,” you whine in defeat, “eat me out, Miguel. Show me.” And he needs no dither cue. He slots his warm mouth on you and you’re seeing stars as his nose brushed against your most sensitive area. Your grip tightens on his hair and you keen, grabbing the counter for support as his sucks on your clit so expertly. He interrupts your ecstasy when he removes his mouth from you to kiss your bikini line.

“Look in the mirror and look at yourself. If you look away I’m gonna stop.” he says, his voice absent of any indication that you should argue with him on this.

You give him a shaky “Yes, Miguel..” and look at yourself when he slots his mouth against you once more. There’s a new fervour present in his actions, his large hands making way to your hips, simultaneously squeezing and dwarfing them with their sheer size. Your breath is caught in your throat, his actions sending your other hand to his head, tightening your hold, and a new wave of heat to your pussy.

“M-Miguel, oh my fucking god baby,” you moan, his tongue swirling and sucking along your bundle of nerves, and moving one of his hands to enter one of his long fingers into you. You squeal and tighten at the feeling, Miguel groaning into you at your response.

You’re looking at yourself in the mirror, nipples erected, face flushed, the markings on your hips of where Miguel’s hands once slotted themselves, his head peeking above the counter as he’s eating your pussy like a mad man and you happen to perk up at your appearance, finding the beauty in your pleasure tinted expression like Miguel and told you earlier. The ecstasy written all in your face sends and unfamiliar wash of heat to your lower belly and you keen and the feeling along with Miguel’s ministrations on your pussy.

“St- Stop I’m gonna pee, Miguel. I can’t anymore,” you begin to pant as you push his head away from the overstimulation.

“Mmm, I got you squirtin’ from looking at yourself? Keep goin’ baby, wanna feel you gush f’me,” he slurs into you as he eats and strums fingers inside you with a new vigour. Your legs start shaking and you start to push him with all the strength you can muster him, but with Miguel being 300 pounds of pure muscle, you know this wasn’t going to be a winning battle for you.

And so, you feel the coil of pleasure bubble up within you until it couldn’t contain itself, and you squeal as you gush spurts of clear liquid that Miguel slurps up with a deep and heavy groan.

“So fuckin’ sexy, baby,” Miguel says once you’ve finished cumming. He kisses up your pelvis, stomach and chest until he reaches your lips to plant a slow and sensual kiss, all while covered in and tasting of you. He pulls apart from you and gives you a solemn look.

“You’re beautiful, my love. Doesn’t take a mirror to see that,” he says softly as he kisses your forehead. “Gonna run you a bath and order food, go sit.”

And you spend the rest of the night together cuddled up and sated on the couch, listening to Miguel’s sweet nothings that you begin to believe.