#boxer!miguel o’hara x author!reader

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The manager at Gimnasio Dorado has just posted a peek at his file and boxing stats for double world champ “THE BEAR” O’HARA. here it is!:

[ladyelissarose]

‘Stop Thinking!’

Miguel O’Hara x girlfriend reader

Warnings; 4K!!! NSFW, smut. Very fluffy- Like fluffy overload. Soft Miguel. I feel like he would be such a soft and sweet person while off-work. (Like look at how sweet he was with Gabriella) anyways. Enjoy y’all!


Author’s note: so this is my first time writing smut. I have no experience in this area of writing. But I wanted to try something new for y’all. So far I’ve been learning from all the amazing smut fics I’ve read. (There are some great ones out there!!) So please, I’m willing to take some word from y’all if y’all like or see something that is fixable! Likes and reblogs are much appreciated- much love y’all! message me if you’ll like to mention something in private;)




“Oh!- Miguelll. Ah! That’s tickles.”


You let out a soft giggle as Miguel laid on top of you in bed, at your shared apartment, kissing your soft stomach wherever he pleased. You both decided to take the day off, (more like you pushed him to finally agree because you saw how exhausted he was) after being stressed out and running on 24 back to back shifts all to protect the spider-universes.

Jess and Peter B. had it in their control, along with LEGO Spider-Man too, (Miguel actually trusted that poor LEGO and seemed more at peace with him along with the others than not.) Anyways, while a very attention deprived Miguel tried to shower you in his once all pent up love and touch, you were too busy still thinking and being busy.


“I wonder if Hobie is going to pull a funny prank once you get back, he hates your guts yet can never leave your lair area.”


Miguel mumbled incoherent words as his lips kissed every part of your soft tummy, your shirt now scrunched up to your neck. You were in simple panties while Miguel rested in his boxers, choosing to have less clothing between the two. You felt Miguel all over you, relaxing in his touch but thought a little more before adding,


“Baby can I babysit MayDay one day? So Peter B and you can work better together and he’s not very distracted?”

This time he let out a groan which you considered a ‘yes’.


“Oh yay!”

To that he softly bit your tummy, to which you let out a soft squeak but nonetheless put forth,

“Or maybe I’ll go on a mission with all the teens, they all seem pretty fun, especially Miles and Pavtir. Gwen gives me ‘mommers’ energy, I’ll invite her to the mall instead. ohhhh.”


 He had just left a super wet kiss in between your breasts after giving attention to them, but he replied,
“Hmm hmm amor.”
Miguel loved to hear you talk, it was no doubt that hearing your voice made his day better (especially when certain spiderlings gave him a hard time.)

But right now, he didn’t want to hear that, he just wanted to hear your soft sighs, those little hitched breaths when he kissed a certain spot. Although more than any of those, it was the whimpers and pleading cried you made for him, along with the sweet moans that were addicting and music to his ears.

Buuuuuut, you wouldn’t god damn shut up. Your mind was working to fast instead of slowing down.
“Hey Miguel, when do you think Jess will have her bab-“

Ok, he has had it, pushing his hair back with one hand he lifted up off of your for a second before stressing out his desperation,


“Por Dios amor, can you shut the hell up for one minute?”

Silence filed the room instantly, you snapped out of your chatty self and saw Miguel’s warm brown eyes hold a yearning in them, and he was breathing hard yet letting in and out slowly. You felt bad for being selfish much, and for not being able to decompress for him.

“I’m sorry Miguel.”

A pout fell on your lips which he kissed away instantly,
“It’s ok amor... I’m not mad. Just... relax.”

You nodded and he then kissed you, feeling that you might give in already, but you began to make excuses against his lips. Mumbling the words against him as he had refused to separate from your lips,
“-ut Migg-“

He pulled away with a huff and held up a very serious finger to your lips gently,
“Don’t ‘But Miggy’ me. Miguel, your boyfriend is telling you to shut up and let me love you. No more work, or nothing. All I want to hear from those pretty lips is moans and my name. Es todo, y nada mas.”


A little snicker passed your lips as you then exaggerated with heavy pants,
 “Oh yeah! Yes please! Ohh- AH MIGUELLL! Oh- fuck!!”


Miguel let out a delicious chuckle with a smirk, groaning lowly as he seated himself deep inside you, relishing in the fact of how you squeezed him so perfectly, hitting all the right spots for him. You were left breath and wordless, as his sudden act caught you off guard and now shut up. You let out a shaky breath and a small moan, trying to suppress it as he pressed in harder and held his place as he whispered to your ear,


“Wanna be quiet now? Thought you wanted to be loud? Hm queirda?”


Teasingly he dragged his fangs across your neck, placing feather light kisses behind the wet trails he left. You squeezed his broad shoulders tightly and in that moment you tried to admire his stealth and magnificence above you, but your mind went racing, and you lost yourself in his eyes as you once again went into thinking,
‘How’d his big size fit in so quickly and unexpectedly-‘


“Amor. Are you ok with this- I’m sorry if I-“

Miguel had the guiltiest frown and started to pull away, and you felt as if your air was being taken from you. How could he think he was in the wrong for absolutely praising and pleasuring you?

With grabby hands you pulled him flush against your chest as you pleaded,

“No no no! You’re ok baby, I swear.”


 His brow picked up a bit as he then asked curiously, showing how much he actually cared about ‘you’ over everything, even while still balls deep inside you,
“Then what’s wrong amor? Hm?”


His homey brown eyes bore only yours as you calmed him,
“Sorry, I was just.. lost in thought.”


 His frown was long gone as he pursed his thick lips and couldn’t help but tsk,
“You still have a question do you?”


Your cheeks burned bright red as you slowly nodded and whimpered,

“yes.”

He propped himself on his elbows to not crush you as he then threatened with a kiss to your nose,
“You have one last question to ask before I rail you until you stop thinking.”


 A breath left your chest in satisfaction as you wiggled a bit, biting down a moan from feeling him swell harder in you, and perfectly ignoring how he bit his lips hard to contain himself. You then raked your hands across his back as you perked,
“How’d you squeeze yourself so easily inside of me? When it usually takes-“

Then you took one of his hands and kissed his knuckles before continuing,
“-your fingers to warm me up?”


 Miguel let out one of his warmest smiles that had a hint of tease in it as he replied,
“Well... you were to busy thinking up here *kiss on your head* instead of thinking down here!-“


And with a quick pull back he slammed himself back into you, causing you to arch into him and this time really moan out,
“Ahhh! Oh Miiiguel.”


“Si? I’m here amor. And you-“

Another deep thrust*

“-were long ready before you even knew it.”

deep thrust*

“Oh go-“

“No amor.. just me.. Miguel. Vamos amor, say my name.”

Lust and pride burned red in his eyes as he looked down at your smaller form under his, adoring every move and sound you made, because of him.

With gentle but hard moves he thrusted into you, being the cause of your short breaths and little whimpers that he was now happy to receive and hear. Arms wrapped around him you pulled yourself up and bit onto his lips, and you left him a sweet kiss before challenging with a sultry voice,


“Make me, Miguel.”


His slower, languid movements suddenly stopped, as he watched you look up at him with a high chin. You let go of his arms and dropped yourself back down, lifting your arms above your head and resting them there. You were sure in a damn mood huh? But it only excited you and brought more to your arousal when he growled,


“Lo hare entonces.”


 Eyes now glowing red, in seconds he had one hand clasped with both of yours, fingers intertwining in a bruising grip, holding them high above your head. With his other hand, he put a soft pressure on your lower stomach, and trailed it up, expanding his fingers to get a whole feel of your skin against his. He stopped his hand right at your throat, his sweet voice betraying his sharp demeanor when he asked- of not pleaded,


“Por favor amor? Do you trust me?”


You sent him a confident smile with a verbal reply, knowing he preferred those for good confirmation,


“Yes love. I trust you.”


Fingers embracing the hold your neck gave him, he squeezed lightly, not wanting to push it too much, but it was just the right amount.

Miguel loved pushing you and trying new things, but he always did it after asking and making sure you were absolutely comfortable. If not he wouldn’t ask twice to do it or make you feel bad about not going with it.

Now your legs found place around his waist, hugging him tightly as he had pulled back and you refused him to go any further out.

But your worries about that were cut short when he began to pour his love out to you with every sharp thrust. Hitting every spot in you had you almost seeing stars, warmth seeped into you from the inside out. Low whimpers escaped his lips all while he made sure loud moans came from yours.

Also, one thing Miguel couldn’t go through this without- was the praise.

“You’re taking me so well amor, eres perfecta. All mine hm?”

A kiss to your lips he added,
“Look at you, hermosa. Tan bueno... look at me.”

You eyes had tried to flutter shut, but at his whimpering plea you couldn’t deny him. Your fucked out eyes looking into his hungry and lustful ones, you both fed off on one another, pleading for more.
 Words were almost not able to get out from how breathless he made you with every thrust. Bit with a certain one that hit you right where it made all the butterflies go all out, you did muster out,
“Y-Yes! Jus’ for you Mig- ah! Please- don’t stop!”

A heavy sigh left your lips as tears prickled in your eyes, the pleasure all too good to keep a straight face. You could feel it all building up, but it felt all too right and perfect to want to finish it and let it go so fast. And you knew Miguel felt the same when he groaned,
“Just a little longer amor, no quiero parar tampoco.”

Your legs pushed him further into you and you dug your heels into his muscled lower back, reaching up to kiss he parted lips.
 Lips then connecting he took your breath away yet provided leverage with his hard pants escaping into you. His muscles rippled under you and you could feel his every movement as he pressed himself impossibly closer to you, not getting enough of your touch or your skin against his.

A light coat of sweat covered you both at the close proximity, but neither gave a damn as you dove into the heat of this moment, embracing into this warmth and heat that was like no other. It was the kind that made you feel safe, known, belonging, cared for, and most of all.. unapologetically loved.

After every other thrust Miguel seemed to be going faster, his hand leaving your neck to use his fingers to rub against your clit, prompting you to reach your high he called his trophy.

Your moans spurred him on as you could feel that familiar and all different warmth of pleasure grow in your lower tummy. You squeezed Miguel’s hand tightly as you pleaded in between moans,
“Ah! Miguel, please.”

With a harsh but quick kiss to your lips Miguel teased,
“Please what? Qué deseas amor?”

He let out a deep groan when your walls tightened around him, making him let out a sweet low moan that was rare to get but you swallowed his every sound desperately like a drug. He smiled with his lips on yours as he asked,
“You close amor? Hm? I can feel- ahhhh.”

You’ve never heard Miguel this vocal before, and you couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t triggering something deep in you. Finding him strong in his vulnerability, as he moaned to your words,
“I’m close baby- please! F-Faster!”

Miguel then let go of your hands, and wrapped his arms around you, settling with one hand splayed on your back, and the other gripping your waist tightly, threatening to leave ‘love tattoos’. With a single kiss to you lips Miguel growled,
“Como deseas, aferrate a mi.”


 Your arms grasped tightly onto his broad shoulders, closing whatever gap was left between you two. Your cheek was pressed on his and you held his head against you possessively. 


Miguel put himself onto his knees, and laid you down while clinging onto him for life, as if you were afraid to let him go and lose everything of him. With a reassuring kiss to your head, the fight for your highs became utterly real.

With quick, deep thrusts he began to absolutely rail you, grinding onto your sweet spot with every hit, spurring you on and raising your cries for him.
“Oh Miguel! Ah! Please please- Miguel!!”

He could definitely feel how close you were to an euphoric moment, velvety walls swallowing his length and milking him for what was to come. It only encouraged him to suck up what was left of his adrenaline to sink further in and gift what he could in pleasure.


 Miguel loved you entirely, he’d kill and die for you. You had given him your heart and knew he wouldn’t screw up again, and if he did, he swore with his heart and life that he’d pay for it. In return he had finally given his to you, once he saw and knew you’d do the absolute same for him, if not more.

His life was harsh and more than occupied, he wore a mean facade 99% of the time so he wouldn’t be stepped on, but with you, he could be 100% himself, and this is who he was. A loving, self-sacrificing man, who was vulnerable and healing by giving his all to you. Showing his love endlessly by making himself yours and you his. 
 Feeling himself coming to close to his release, he let go of your waist and trailed his hand to your clit, using his fingers to press down harsh and tight circles that have you curling your toes.
“Vamos amor, come baby I’m right with you. I’m h-here.”


 His words cut short when you finally let go at his command, gushing on him as you let out a deep cry of his name and ‘I love you’s’. 
 Miguel embraced you close as he let go right after you, panting and kissing your neck as he let his cum paint inside of you, marking you once again as his. With a couple last deep thrusts, he finally came to a stop and took deep breaths in between heartfelt words.


“I.. I love you amor.. so m-much.”


You responded with a light kiss to his lips and a mumble, feeling the exhaustion slowly take over,
“I love you... more baby.”


 Miguel got up on his elbows, muttering comforting words as he slowly started to pull out, but you whined a bit and held his shoulders, a small but visible pout on your lips. He thought you were very sore after such a long and hard session, but you quickly said,
“Stay inside.. I.. I want you close.”


 Miguel smiled at you sweetly, knowing that he too would love to do the same, but you needed a refreshing bath first. So he bargained and promised,
“Why don’t we take a quick bath, then we can do that, yeah amor?”

You thought for a minute before accepting he was right, the sticky feeling in your legs showing so. The thought of having cool yet warm water embrace your growing sore body, had you ready to get up immediately.


“Ok baby, let me get up to start it-“

“No no no... let me carry you, come on.”


Like the strong man he was, he was able to sweep you up into a bridal style, carrying you gently into the bathroom as you muttered,
“Thank you..”

“Anytime amor. Sit here while I get the stuff ready.”


 He gently placed you on the sink and wrapped you with the sheet you dragged along so you wouldn’t get cold, pressing a kiss to your lips twice, he then went on to prepping your bath. 


Having memorized all the salts and bath bombs you preferred most for soreness and relaxation, Miguel efficiently and quietly placed them all into the warm water, splashing it a bit to make more bubbles (as he knew you secretly loved it passionately) 

 In peace you watched how his back muscles moved so enticingly with every thing he did. They were so big and comforting to touch.

He used his strength to take out big scary guys and protect his multiverses... but he also used them to make your bath perfect, and that thought... did warm your heart and make you fall harder for him as always.

His chiseled chest gleaming in light and in his sweat, brought you back to earth as he walked toward you with a warm smile and soft words,
“Ok mi amor, it’s ready, come on.”


 With one arm he picked you up, only confirming how tough you thought he was, and he gently and carefully placed you both in. His chest against your back he held you close, his hands never leaving your body. 


You two sat in quiet for a bit, relishing in the water and in each other, soon then Miguel asked if you were ok and not hurt at all, you responded with,
“I feel complete with you. I’m perfectly safe and happy baby.”


 With peppering kisses you two helped each other clean up, you too also asking him questions to make sure he was ok as well, and he responded assuringly,
“Never been better. Contigo estoy contento amor.”


 Little after you both were ready to hop out, as the water had cooled down. Drying off with fluffy towels, exchanging shy and loving glances at your exposed bodies made you both giggle a bit and have rosy faces, but you’ve never felt more free and safe. 


Massages were given to your sore legs and back, as Miguel rubbed on some lotion for you. You tried to do the same, but ended up being enthralled by how rock hard his abs were that you got distracted a couple of times.

So you instead helped him back by getting some fresh water and popping some fruit in his mouth, he couldn’t resist but return that favor but also steal fruity kisses. Then you two put out clean sheets, it all felt so romantic yet domestic, and beautiful combination that was so perfect. 
 Now completing his promise, the big, strong, mean and hard Miguel held puppy eyes and crawled on top of your laying form and whispered,
“Can we still...?”

“Yes baby, I haven’t changed my mind. C’mere.”


 He smiled like a dork, as he guided himself into you once again, this time he was soft yet firm, but you both sighed contentedly once he was fully inside.

Half of his weight rested on you, his legs to the side as his face came to hide in your neck, his hand finding place on your head and the other intertwined with yours. You cradled his head and kissed it sweetly,
“Goodnight baby, get some sleep.”


 Your words sounded like he was the only one going to be sleeping. Your voice sounded so alive compared to his, and he could only grumble,
“You better not be thinking. Go to sleep.”

“Miggy-“


 His head lifted to be above you as he worded seriously yet with a tease,
“Go mimis. Please amor. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You lifted a brow and sassed,
“Promising another round sir?”


 Calling ‘sir’ had him smirk and threaten,

“More like rounds. I won’t only make your legs sore but your brain too.”

“Mmmm challenge accepted-“

He sighed a short laugh of disbelief at your still sassiness as he plopped back down into your neck.
“Mimis amor. Now.”

You were going to respond, but a sudden deep yawn came over you, and in seconds you felt extremely exhausted. Eyes closing slowly you worded lastly,
“G’night baby.. love you.”


 Miguel hummed against you, content to hear you passing out as he replied,
“Sweet dreams amor.. love you too.”


 You passed out before he even finished, he felt the deep breaths you took and how your hand went limp on his head. He smiled to himself and got comfortable, before riding his sleeping chariot alongside you.

Spanish Translations;
amor- love
Queirda- dear
Como deseas- as you wish
Es todo, y nada mas- that’s it, and nothing more
Lo hare entonces- I’ll do it then.
Aferrate a mi- Hold onto me
Vamos- come on
Contigo estoy contento- With you I’m happy
Eres perfecta- you’re perfect
Mimis- night-night

[miguelswifey04]

boxer! miguel o’hara x doctor! reader (part 1)

summary: where you’re the new doctor at the boxing gym and you meet miguel o’hara, the famous and most strongest boxer. will you and him both explore the depths of your desires or keep it professional?

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you were hired to be the new doctor of the UFC gym where the famous boxer, miguel o’hara, was part of. being a well known olympic-level doctor for the USA women’s gymnastics team the UFC immediately hired you on the spot since you wanted a chance of scenery. it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss the bonds and friendships you created with the women on the gymnastics team but you needed to do this. you needed to expand your horizons.

now after the first fight of the new season, miguel o’hara had become victorious but was definitely battered up. he was sent to you after his win to be fixed up but lo and behold he wasn’t expecting to see a pretty doctor like yourself to be the new doctor around here. his eyes widen for a moment as he sees you. “oh, you must be the new doctor..." he says with a weak smile. he was beaten up pretty bad and was furrowing his brows due to his exhaustion. you glanced at him and smiled sweetly, “yes! i am.” you fixed your doctor’s coat and went to put on gloves. miguel’s eyes wandered to your figure taking in your slim and muscular build. he was a little curious to see that you were athletic and in shape but he quickly looked away when you turned around to face him with that pretty smile of yours.

standing tall, his muscular form showcased his battle-worn physique. his brown skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, testament to the demanding match he had just endured.

tightly bandaged hands, speckled with patches of dried blood, were evidence of the brutal punches miguel had delivered. despite his injuries, the aura of authority clung to him, radiating an air of confidence and power.

he approached the doctor, his steps slightly unsteady from exhaustion. taking in the your slightly shorter stature, curvy yet athletic figure, his eyes roamed over every delicate curve with a mix of appreciation and desire. miguel’s gaze lingered on the doctor's mocha skin, drawn to its inviting warmth, contrasting with his own deep brown eyes.

“mmm, a new doctor, huh?" miguel’s voice was hoarse, a result of the intensive match. it carried a hint of a rugged charm, overshadowed by a layer of weariness. "you’ve got your work cut out for you, doc. gonna need some tender loving care after that fight."

the ache in his muscles made a massage seem tantalizingly appealing to him, but miguel wondered if the doctor's touch had the potential to ignite a different kind of fire within him. nevertheless, he needed to maintain his professional demeanor, at least for now.

“name’s miguel o'hara, but you can call me migs," he introduced himself, granting the doctor permission to address him as such. "so, doc, what do you think? can you patch me up and get me back in fighting shape?

you nodded your head as you patted down the bed where’d you needed him to sit on, “yes of course! nice to meet you, migs. my name is dr. y/n but you can just call me y/n.” you smiled sweetly as miguel followed your instructions and watch him situate himself on the bed. “likewise, doc.”

“this isn’t something i can’t do after all i have experience as i used to work with olympic gymnasts.” you carefully touched him.

he extended his bruised hand towards the doctor, seeking their touch. the injuries inflicted upon his hand during the fight throbbed gently, acting as a reminder of the intensity with which he fought. miguel’s eyes never left the doctor, his gaze filled with an intensity that could rival the fire burning within him.

“but let's put those skills to the test, doc," Miguel continued, a subtle grin playing at the corners of his lips. "my hands might be a little roughed up, but i’m sure you can work some magic and bring them back to life."

he leaned forward, his toned body shifting slightly as he closed the distance between them. the scent of sweat and adrenaline clung to his skin, mingling with the subtle allure of his natural musk. the enticing combination teased the air between them, heightening the small space that separated their bodies.

“as an olympic-level doctor, you're not afraid of a little challenge, are you?" miguel’s voice dropped to a low and seductive tone, his eyes glinting with a mixture of playful challenge and raw desire. "because I could use a little TLC, doc, especially from someone as skilled as you. think you can handle it?"

miguel obediently took a seat on the bed, his body relaxing under the doctor's gentle guidance. the softness in your voice soothed him, creating an atmosphere of trust and comfort. though he was used to handling situations with authority and dominance, in this moment, he allowed himself to surrender control and place his well-being in the doctor's capable hands.

his dark brown eyes followed the doctor's every move, studying your grace and precision as you prepared to tend to his battered hands. miguel’s hands were strong and calloused from years of training and fighting, a visual representation of the skill and power he possessed in the ring.

as your nimble fingers began to unwrap the bandages, miguel’s senses were immediately heightened. the gentle touch against his skin sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through his body. he fought the urge to lean even closer, wanting to immerse himself in the doctor's touch, in their essence.

“you’ve got quite the touch, doc," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "feels like you know just how much pressure to apply, how to bring out the healing without sacrificing sensuality."

his gaze never wavered, their eyes locked in an unspoken understanding. miguel’s fingers twitched involuntarily, as if craving the doctor's touch, wishing to trace the contours of your body, to imprint the sensations on his fingertips.

he leaned back slightly, exposing more of his hands to your tender ministrations. as individual strands of bandage fell away, his injuries were laid bare for inspection. bruises and cuts painted a vivid picture of the relentless battle he had endured.

miguel indulged in the anticipation, wondering how the you would heal him, wondering if your touch would ignite a new fire within him, a different kind of intensity. he relished the moment, knowing that in the your hands, his body would be both vulnerable and safe.

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a/n: i need to stop with these AU’s 💆🏽‍♀️

this is definitely going to be in parts <3

tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner @dracuilina

[kinkybandages]

piss baby | m. o’hara

pairings: miguel o’hara x dom!gn reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: nsfw, pain kink, implied piss kink, medical play, sounding rod down urethra opening and horrible writing

authors note: I had sm fun writing this. I’ve always been into sounding rods for men and this is a dream come true, hopefully u guys like it. tell me if u do!!

posted: september 15th, 203

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"This is not going in my cock." Miguel hissed, looking at the surgical steel rod with horror, brows knitted and lip curled upwards in disgust. You had pitched the idea, telling him of great pleasures that would come from the little rod, insisting he give it a try but once he finally saw the rod, the thought of that going in his opening made him back away in discomfort, his cock twitching in fear against him. "Miguel, you promised we'd try it. It's already sterilized, we have enough lube for a sex dungeon and I can see the curiosity sparking in those beautiful eyes of yours." Flushing from your compliment, Miguel grumbled, easing the tension between his brows and slumping his shoulders with a defeated sigh. "Fine. Safe word is spider, got it?" You squeaked in excitement and pulled him to the bed, the lit candles and soft freshly washed sheets adding to the comfortable mood you tried so hard to make. "It's not curved so it won't hurt, but we can always try that another time." You muttered, a warm feeling blooming in your chest as you planned more torture for him already. "Hey! I never said I'd like this, only that we'd try it..."

You shushed him, ignoring the small frown that crept onto his face. Easing him out of his pants, his soft cock messily flopped out of his boxers as you tugged. With a wistful sigh, you admired his cock; balls freshly shaved, the slight stubble above his shaft calling you to nuzzle against. Caressing his thighs, you cooed sweet nothings against his skin. "Such a pretty body. Look at you, do you know how beautiful you are, Migs?" Biting his lip, Miguel lightly flinched and shivered against your touch, your fingers grazing against the raised and sensitive skin of his scars. A light tap to his thigh, you tilted your head and spoke, "answer me, pretty boy. Tell me how pretty you are." With a low whine, Miguel laid his head against the soft pillows, curls beautifully sprawled against silk. "'M pretty, baby.." flustered and flushing, Miguel mumbled lowly, refusing to meet your gaze. "That's it.. good boy." His cock jumped in excitement, slowly rising in anticipation.

"That got you excited, huh? So cute." Swiftly grabbing the lube from bedside your bed, you spurt the cold liquid on your hand and got to work. Hands making contact with his hard cock had Miguel arching his back, stomach flexing as his body tensed, heat crawling up his neck . You mostly spread the liquid at his base and a little up, leaving his slit that started to weep untouched, specifically for your taking. You teased his slit with your tongue, salty and bitter flavors exploding on your tongue. A high pitch whine reverberated throughout the room, Miguel's heavy breathing filling your ears. Eyes drifted to your covered nipples peeking through the tank top you threw on and he breathed, "can I see those pretty tits of yours?" You smiled, warmth coating your being. "Say please, papi." You winked with a sly grin. With a groan, Miguel glared at you, bucking his hips into your touch. Raising your brow, you gripped his cock painfully tight, tugging at him till he cried out. Red flushed his tan skin, lips tugging on his bottom lip so prettily. "Please! Please let me see." He whined, lip jutting out so gently. You could kiss him here and now and never stop. "Good boy." You praised, lifting your shirt up and tugging it off, cold air making you shiver. The sight of your breasts had his cock flushing red.

Reaching up, Miguel’s calloused fingers squeezed and prodded at your pierced pebbled nipples, flicking and turning, watching you arch your back into his touch. The cool metal against his fingers sent shivers down his spine, excitement in his bones. “Kiss me?” He murmured, voice soft and silky. A soft smile struck your face. With adoration in your eyes, you leaned over, hand slowly moving with languid strokes. Sighing into your mouth, you flicked your tongue against his, your teeth sloppily clashing together as the kiss grew heated. Moaning into his mouth, you pulled away and rest your forehead against his, doe eyes looking under your lashes. “Let's just get this over with already." Miguel spoke, a lilt of hesitation in his voice.

"If any of this hurts, you let me know, okay?" You sweetly spoke, kissing him one last time. Miguel nodded, moaning lowly at your strokes. Grabbing the sounding rod, you covered it in lube before rubbing more against Miguel's flushed and slick mushroom tip. "Such a pretty cock, never fails to amaze me" you cooed, watching Miguel shiver, grasping the sheets and arching his back into your touch. "You ready?" You inquired, raising your brow as you hovered the rod above his slit. "As ready as I'll ever be." Miguel grumbled, opting to look away. "No, no, no. Look at me while I stuff your cock." You gripped his chin, slowly easing the rod in, watching in excitement as his eyes widened and grew glassy, jaw hanging slack. "fuck.." he groaned, eyebrows knitted as pressure overloaded him, just barely an inch in. "How's that feel, papi?" You watched carefully as you slowly inched the rod deeper. "F-Feels weird.." he whispered, gripping the sheets till they tore.

"It'll feel good soon, papi. Just give it time." You comforted, letting go of his chin as he watched the rod slowly disappear down into his cock, taking it slowly. Once the rod sat against his prostate, you gave him time to adjust, the sound of his breathing filling the room. "Good boy.. that's it, take another deep breath for me." Slowly, you gripped his cock, watching him gasp, jerking him off at a slow pace. Jaw hanging open, Miguel yelled as hot molten lava poured over his body. "O-oh! Fuck! fuck, feels so good." back arching off the bed as his legs lightly raised. Sparks of pleasure, ecstasy and pain. A flurry of emotions overtook Miguel, whimpers and whines shamelessly escaping as you picked your pace up, "j-just like that, please.. faster." You took great joy in watching Miguel fall apart, soft whimpers escaping his mouth. "Feel good, baby?" You whispered, kissing at his thighs as you jerked him off. Miguel gasped, "yes!" Eyes unfocused in pure pleasure. Wet sounds echoed throughout the room, grunts and groans, your soft moans. Picking up your pace, you brought another hand to twist at the steel, pulling it in and out. Miguel's soul nearly left his body. "Cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming.." Miguel shamelessly moaned, teeth gritted as his fangs and claws erupt, waves of pleasure coating his body as he arched off the bed.

You watched in shock as thick, heavy ropes of cum launched the sounding rod, heavy gasps and choked sobs leaving Miguel as pleasure overtook him. Drool seeped from his open mouth, swollen lips shinning with blood. Despite his orgasm, you continued your pace, even speeding up once his body uncomfortably tensed. "stop, mami, please stop.." He whimpered, whining loudly, thrashing as you struggled to hold him down. "It hurts! Please!" He howled, screaming in pain as he felt the buildup of another orgasm come crashing down. Your cunt uncomfortably gushed more arousal, your brows creasing as you watched in pure fascination as the strong man you knew fell apart beneath you. “Oh, oh, oh..!” Electric waves of rapture shot throughout his whole body, thighs clenched with delight and with a gut wrenching yell Miguel came once more, eyes rolling back. A tinge of yellow liquid cascaded down Miguel’s shaft, glee on your face at the sight. You slowly came to a stop, hands slick and coated with cum and piss, the rod creamy and discarded on your shared bed.

“D-Did I just..?” Miguel questioned in horror, gulping for air heavily. “Yeah you did, piss baby.” You teased, giggling to yourself as a proud smile crept up onto your face. “It’s not funny..” Miguel rebutted, groaning in displeasure, thighs wet and sticky as he moved to get up. “It was hot. I’ll make you do it again if you keep complaining.” Fazed by your comment, Miguel sighed, exhausted. “Help me clean up?” You hummed, contemplating. “Is this your offer for me to lick you clean?” Baffled by your comment, Miguel muttered, “piss freak.” You laughed, shaking your head as you grabbed a backup towel from beside the bed. “That’s for next time.”

[iloveyouineveryunivers]

In the night.

(Female reader x Miguel O’Hara smut)no use of yn

Warnings(Somnophilia, grinding, sir and daddy kink, light choking, dom Miguel, sub reader)

Authors note: there is definitely grammatical errors so I apologize but I hope u enjoy

It all started when u woke up in the middle of the night from a wet dream, you and Miguel had talked about using each other when needed even if we were sleeping. It started out with u slowly climbing ur way on top of him placing ur warm wet cunt over his cock and grinding yourself over it till it was hard.

You don’t know how he hasn’t woken the only sounds coming from him are some groans and whimpering that only seem to encourage your behavior. You felt so empty you needed him inside, you eventually took him out of his boxers and sank ur searing heat onto him. And that did it he was awake. He looked up at u with tired eyes “oh sweet girl” he groaned out “what’s got you so worked up pequeña arena?” He smirked at u with lust. You ground ur hips into his pelvis hitting ur clit just right making u throw ur head back and rake ur nails down his bare chest causing him to his and his cock to twitch. “Just need ur cock sir don’t want u to stop ever pl- please” you say with a shaky voice. “Then take what u need pretty girl but I’m not gonna help you u woke daddy up from sleeping so ur doing all the work understand”

He said while grabbing ur jaw making u look at him. Suddenly u started moving ur hips up and down at a steady pace making a squelching noise from both ur juices. “So fucking messy for me nasty girl can’t even wait till the morning for my cock huh?”

He said through his teeth while ur hips never stoped moving. “GOD SO FULL SIR” you screamed as his tip grazed ur g-spot and hammers at ur cervix. He grabs ur neck choking u knowing how it makes u squeeze ur cunt around him… and it did making him moan with his mouth handing open. “So tight for daddy….good girl”

“Yes so good I’m sorry just needed u so bad wanted to me full” u said sounding cock drunk as u continued to bounce increasing ur speed.

“Oh no don’t apologize my girl just need my big cock didn’t she” he said with his eyes closed trying to hold back his orgasm

“Yes always need u daddy” she whimpered.

He reached down to play with her clit rubbing soft circles and that was is her legs started to shake and her back arched and she screamed as her orgasm took over. His close behind hers Cumming deep inside her. Had slumped down onto his chest “ feel better Pretty girl” he whispered “feel so good” she said with her legs still trembling while slowly drifting to sleep.

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[pxgeturner]

Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

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Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.

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an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

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Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

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SO. I'm just thinking abt a posting schedule. and I just need someone to make the decision for me. mwah!

[ladyelissarose]

listen listen.. pregnancy sex with miguel where he is feral, gentle but just so in love

‘Desires’

Miguel O’Hara x female spider-wife reader

Warnings; 18 NSFW! pregnancy sex. P in V, gentle sex-but tiny bit rough. Slight oral ‘fem receives’ Fluff overall with this mountain of a man. Be prepared to die and resurrect into euphorias. ;)

Author’s note; Hiii my most favorite anon!! Here is this ride of ecstasy, I hope it meets your expectations!! Enjoy deary, thank you for this delicious ask!! You’re gonna need this🧋

In quiet peace you had just slowly waddled out of the new babies bedroom, after touching up the painting in the room. Baby color stains covered your hands and arms, down to your swollen ankles and feet, where the drops would fall from the brush or roller and find place right on you.

4 months pregnant you were, or ‘a bundle of gozo’ as your husband and leader of the Spider-Man’s task force to protect thousands of universes- (Miguel O’Hara.. the infamous Spider-Man 2099) would tell you- but only you. No one outside of your home could know that this beast of a man that had a reputation of breaking things and being mean was actually down bad for you and more obsessed with you at the sight of your rounded belly... his ‘bundle of gozo.’

After that long morning to afternoon workout of painting your baby’s little bassinet (yes it took that long- you were pregnant and not the usual all tough and rapid Spider-Woman) you had taken a quick shower so you could have time to prepare something for dinner, wanting to do as much as possible for Miguel.

Him being the leader was more than carrying the title, it was the whole world and it’s weight of responsibilities on his shoulders too, and sense he took you off for now (though you wanted to bargain with him about Jess being so pregnant and still Spider-Woman at once, but you had to remember accept that he lost a little one at one time. And now as he was gifted you and a new baby for a second chance, he wouldn’t dare risk it.)

So instead you’d cook all his meals and clean up his lair back a HQ, though he programmed Lyla to tell you to go home every time she saw and caught you sneaking in. Little by little you had started to stop trying to come by to HQ, once being pregnant was taking a toll on all the walks you had and you were a little hesitant if not scared to swing around. So, with that said, you decided to change things up a bit and fix up the baby’s room.

Miguel took care of building everything and you put the clothes and accessories in, and today you had almost finished the bassinet area, but you called it a day once you had gotten tired. And to reward yourself you jumped into the shower to cool yourself off.

Few moments later of making sure you got every part of you, while working around your growing belly, you had finally finished, and wrapped a towel around you for now so you could grab a fresh pair of panties and Miguel’s hoodie that rested on your bed.

“Oh my goodness- Miguel!!”

As you walked out you were startled by the very large and bulky, god sculpted man sitting at the edge of your bed, man spreading his thick thighs and flexing his crossed arms, while only sitting in his black boxers. Miguel was home unexpectedly earlier than he said he’d be, nonetheless you greeted him with a breathy laugh after be a little scared for a second,

“H-Hi baby.. I just got out-“

Standing to his feet abruptly Miguel walked to you as his eyes looked you over,

“-Mama miaaa... you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

You let out a light giggle and held your belly as you cooed yet informed,

“Awe baby.. listen, so I made you dinner want to let me get dressed so we can-“

With a dead look in his eyes he stated,

“I don’t want it.”

You were taken aback a bit at his words, your stupid pregnancy hormones took his wording wrong as if he didn’t want to eat your cooked meal, making a pout pop on your lips and your eyes get watery.

‘But I made your favorite tonight.. empanadas.’

Miguel thought he had been obvious about what kind of ‘meal’ he wanted with the way he was drooling over you and speaking in a sultry tone, but he forgot about how you can be a little oblivious and sensitive to some things if you were feeling ‘extra’ emotional that day.

And today must of been it when he then heard a light sniff and a bit back whine. He held his breath when he looked up from your belly and turned to see your face, pouty and teary eyed, it made his heart explode for you in millions of emotions as he right away held your face up, speaking ever so softly.

“Oh mami... no no no. Por favor no llores.”

At him being so sweet you face palmed as you now cried feeling guilty but stop asking,

“How could you not want dinner? I made you the empanadas, I thought the baby even kicked when I said they came out perfect for you-“

He placed a gentle finger on your lips as he interrupted kindly but firmly, so you could understand,

“Mami.. I want you... you.”

‘... oh... OH!’

Red covered your cheeks in shyness at his boldness, but also in embarrassment for your stupidity at not reading his hungry words and desires for you. You had to word out how stupid you felt, while he played with the top of your towel, working slowly and carefully at untucking it,

“Oh baby I’m so sorry-“

Once he had it freed he cooed,

“Shh shh... it’s more than ok- ayyy coñooo... hermosa mami.”

His hungry and desperate eyes cut his words off short as he raked his red eyes over your body in adoration, wishing he had photographic memory.

Everything new about you didn’t have time to be hated or be shamed at all by you yourself as you watched it change, for Miguel loved ALL of it- stretch marks, swollen ankles, glowy skin- just.. all of it.

He guided you slowly to your bed while taking your lips into a deep kiss, his tongue taking entrance when he pinched your hips, making you moan out.

When your knees hit the bed Miguel without hesitation lifted you up and carried you onto the bed, his lips never leaving yours.

You raked your fingers through his thick hair and pulled them slightly to part your lips as you reached out for his cock through his boxers and breathed out,

“I need you Miguel.”

He rushed to grab your hand from his cock and shimmied off his boxers then intertwined your fingers instead as he breathed out,

“I need to taste you first mami-“

With lustful eyes he looked down at your core and bit his bottom lip as he added,

“If I go in you now I’ll come too soon, that’s how bad I am right now... but you mami.. need to be ready for me first.”

He then pushed you back down on the bed gently as he lowered himself to be face to face with your pussy, groaning in pleasure as he gave it feather light kisses, teasing you lightly as he praised,

“So pretty mami... all this for me hm?”

You were about to reply a verbal answer but it came out as a moan when he pressed his open mouth onto you and moaned, the vibration of it making yourself eyes roll back in pleasure. He sucked it a couple more time before pulling away to admire in between breaths,

“So sweet... como azúcar... como miel.”

With just the right pressure that made you moan and pull his head closer, Miguel then licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking the top once he got there.

Back arching into your intertwined hands that rested on your stomach as he continued to work your clit with determination and starvation to hear your cries come along with the feeling of ecstasy being loosed.

You panted for air as he sucked you harshly yet kissed it delicately wherever he did touch. He acted like a starved man as he didn’t let up and dove in deeper at every moan you let out, intensifying the warm pressure you were feeling in your lower tummy. To add more to your stimulation he added a couple of fingers, curling just right into that spot that had you seeing stars, he let out a light chuckle as he could feel you squeeze around his now coated fingers,

“Ahh mami.. you’re close aren’t you-“

You tightened your grip on his ruffled back hair as you cried,

“Yes! Please.. ah Miguel I want you- I need you!”

Tears began to gather in your eyes for how close you were, the pleasure being all to overwhelming as you desired to feel more of him- all of him. You could feel how close to the edge you were, the bubble of euphoria coming so close to bursting, but you didn’t want to come yet, you wanted Miguel in you for this. In desperation you whined out while lifting up slightly to reach for him, pulling his head up as your cried,

“Miguel- ah! please...”

At your tone he abruptly stopped, thinking he had pushed you too far, worry covering his chiseled features as he panted with lips covered in your slick,

“Amor- are you-“

“I need you now. Please papi.”

His jaw dropped slightly, as he huffed and adored your fucked out face and rosy cheeks, he caressed your face and wiped your teary face as he asked,

“What do you want mami?”

He cupped your pussy into his large palm with puppy eyes, pretending to be all innocent as his actions made your hips buck into his hold. You deep need for him had to word out boldly what you desired mostly,

“I need your cock.. papi.”

Calling him papi- ha.. yeah that was the magic to get him to end you now, his eyes now were definitely red as he replied,

“What mami asks, mami gets.”

With a kiss to your lips he then effortlessly flipped your around, and lifted you up to your knees as his arms wrapped around your front to keep your back completely against his chest. When he got needy for you, he had to feel you almost melting into his skin.

Pressing kisses onto your hair and sucking sweet spots on the back of your neck he slowly guided himself in. Your warmth engulfed him entirely and he couldn’t of felt more infatuated with you in that moment. Giving you praises as always when he felt you take him in so well as he went in deeper and deeper,

“Ayy mami.. your so wet, so perfect.. ay coño-“

You mewled a cry when you felt him bottom out, his tip grazing your cervix perfectly.

“Oh Miguel.. so full.”

Miguel let out a deep breath and stayed still, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest onto your back rapidly, his warm breaths hitting your neck as he palmed your full breasts and rubbed your belly. You laid your hand on his that rested on your breasts as you asked kindly,

“Are you ok?”

Miguel hummed and dug his face knot your neck as he replied,

“Si mami.. just.. ahhh.. I feel like I’m not gonna last long... but I want it too.”

He sounded almost guilty but you refused to let him feel that way, not when he loved you entirely and gave everything of himself to you... and especially when he made you feel THIS GOOD. You twisted your head to the side to reach his lips as you reassured him,

“It’s ok papi.. you’ll have me forever.”

He growled at your words and pulled you closer possessively as he kissed your lips, slowly beginning to move his hips. A sigh left your lips in pleasure as he picked up his speed and repeated,

“I’ll have you forever.. por siempre amor.”

It gave him the boost he needed to start taking you hard and deep, hitting your cervix every time his hips met your ass. He kneaded you’re breasts, squeezing them as he admired how full they have gotten sense you were pregnant.

Then they’d slowly go down to rest on your belly as he dove into you harder at the thought of you carrying his child. You could feel his breath picking up as well as his speed, you know he was very close as he’d let a moan slip here and there, and he was tugging you impossibly closer. He kissed your neck after he sucked a love spot there as he whimpered,

“I’m close mami.. come on amor, come with m-me.”

Miguel mostly held you up as he pounded into you fervently, you snaked a hand to grab at his neck and pull on his hair as you moaned his name loudly when his hand went lower to rub at your clit.

Rubbing tight circles and driving into you in unrelenting speed had you soon coming apart and crying out Miguel’s name as he thrusted in the right places that had you seeing white dots- if not stars. Miguel came just right after, painting your walls with his white coat once again as he moaned your name and endless praises while riding both your highs long and out,

“You did so good mami.. so good.”

You hummed and smiled to yourself as you felt yourself sink into his arms once the exhaustion hit you right after your high had passed. Miguel let out a deep sigh before kissing your cheek,

“I’m gonna pull out ok mami?”

You nodded with a low whimper as he carefully pulled out and laid you gently onto the bed on your back.

Sweat covering you entirely with your hair spread out on the sheets, your baby bump glowing as you took deep breaths that had your full breasts moving, had Miguel hovering over you in silence as he took you in, realizing how lucky he was to have you.

You smiled at him shyly as he locked eyes with you and smiled sweetly, being vulnerable and open with you... something he never did outside of your home.

As Spider-Man he had to be harsh and closed off, not letting anything in or out, but with you... he can do anything and be safe, and that’s what he loved most about you... you made him feel free and whole again.

He took time to check if you were ok and feeling fine, he also had a small chat with your baby bump as he expressed his love for the both of you, and how he’d keep you safe forever.

He then carried you to the bathroom promising a relaxing bath.

Soon after a warming bath of gentle touches and loving gazes, Miguel used his strong hands to bless you with a good foot massage after he helped you dry off. He even kissed your sore thighs and rubbed your belly with praises as he did his best to loosen your muscles, and you bet his miracle and loving hands worked magic. And when you tried to help him with anything he insisted that you only had to worry about being by his side forever and love him.

You told him not to worry but Miguel had also made sure you ate a bowl of fruit to fuel you up and your baby after enjoying some empanadas. You ended up sharing most of your fruity dessert with him though because you didn’t like how the blueberries tasted in the moment. Even though you’ve never really had a problem with them before, but to make you happy Miguel ate them all for you, even the deformed strawberry that stood out. (that you said looked like him, but didn’t taste sweet like him- Miguel practically choked on his strawberry at your words, but he blushed.)

Now full and satisfied, you lay under the covers in Miguel’s hoodie, partially on top of him as your belly made it a little difficult, but your head rested against his broad chest as he held onto your back and the other held your belly as he caressed it softly from under the clothing.

A soft and delicate kiss found its way on your head as Miguel could sense you were drifting off to sleep, he held you tighter as he whispered into your hair,

“Te amo mami... sleep well.”

You shifted a bit and let your hand come up to his cheek to hold it there as you replied sleepily,

“I ‘ove you more papi.. g’night.”

He kissed your soft hand and placed it back on his cheek as he cooed,

“Goodnight amor.”

Spanish translations:

Por favor no llores- please don’t cry

Gozo- joy

Como azúcar, Como miel- like sugar, like honey

amor- love

por siempre- forever

Mami- mommy

Papi- daddy

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compliant | m. o’hara

pairings: miguel o’hara x male!reader

word count: 453

warnings: nsfw, dirty talk, spit, and terrible writing

authors note: this was short but I don’t exactly hate it? It’s something.. @lvinlee

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"Fuck..slow down." Miguel shakily breathed out, hands gripping your sides with desperation, needing an anchor in this moment. Leaving hot kisses up his neck, you snarkily replied, "bit off more than you could chew, huh?" Grinding up into his ass, your arousal poked at him, his boxers the only thing keeping you away. "F-Fuck you." He snarled, claws threatening to break free. Swiftly spanking his covered ass, you growled, "yeah? Want me to fuck you? I'll fuck you so good you'll drop this bratty act within seconds."

A whimper threatened to escape Miguel's throat, opting for a sharp gasp at the impact. Humping your clothed cock, Miguel writhed above you, his knees digging into the couch beneath you. You've been sex partners for a few weeks and putting Miguel in his place always left you with a little more pep in your step. Miguel was a big man, but you surprisingly found yourself bigger, however he was just a few inches shorter than you.

It awoke something inside Miguel whenever he bottomed, a submissive pretty little thing that just took your cock like a filthy whore. Miguel felt needed, loved whenever you took him onto your cock, whispering filthy things into his ears as shivers and goosebumps coated his being. He was easily stressed and the more stressed he was, the more he sought you out. Tugging his boxers down, you grinned at the sight. Precum leaked out of his pretty cock, his tip red and angry, cock pulsing and twitching against his stomach.

"At least he's happy to see me." You mumbled, amusement in your tone. Miguel snorted, ready to quip back but swiftly choked on his breath as you squeezed his cock in a vice hold. "Fuuuck!" He gasped, hips rolling and attempting to hump your hand. "Shhh, I'll take care of you, love." You sweetly replied, opting to lovingly pull him in for a kiss. It was soft, passionate as your mouths touched. Stroking his cock, he shook and moaned into your mouth. Briefly breaking the kiss, Miguel whimpered, hot and bothered, "Se siente tan jodidamente bien..."

Shredding the fabric of his boxers, you huffed. Grasping him by his chin, you stared into his eyes, lust and desperation swirling in a pool of red. "Be a good boy and suck on my fingers, yeah?" Immediately Miguel got to work, messily swirling his tongue around your fingers, claws digging into your sides. With a hiss, you popped them out of his mouth and moved to prod at his hole. Moans reverberated in your ears, messy slick kisses tracing your neck as Miguel breathed heavily.

"Get ready, Miguel. I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll forget about the entire multiverse."

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firelight—miguel o’hara x fem! reader

summary: you get turned on by miguel’s yelling and angry demeanor—which leaves him a tad bit confused…

warnings: yelling, angry miguel (grr), heated argument, nsfw, smut 18+, degradation kink, rough fucking, anal and vaginal sex, oral sex, creampie

miguel’s anger burned like a fiery storm, his voice thundering through the room as he vented his frustrations. the intensity of his words resonated within you, stirring a primal desire deep within your core. there was something about his aggressive demeanor that sparked an undeniable attraction, an unspoken longing that defied logic. you listened intently with a flat expression written across you face. you zoned out a bit as you clutched the pillow against you chest, reclining your back on the headboard of your shared bed.

as his voice pierced the air, you couldn't help but feel a thrill race through your body. the way his brows furrowed and his muscles tense, the way his voice dripped with authority - it all ignited a fire within you. the line between anger and desire blurred, and you found yourself oddly drawn to this display of raw emotion.

his words, though harsh, had an undeniable potency. they resonated with the parts of you that craved dominance, submission, and the electric charge that comes with craving someone so fiercely. in the midst of his angry tirade, you could feel the heat building between you, an undeniable chemistry that defied reason. you felt yourself squeeze your tights shut together and feel as you got wetter by the second.

every word that spilled from his lips set your skin ablaze, aching with a longing that could not be ignored. the power dynamic between you shifted, as frustration mingled with desire, creating an intoxicating mix of emotions that surged through your veins.

unable to resist the pull any longer, you stepped closer to miguel as you got off from the bed, your eyes locked with his fiery gaze. as the electricity crackled between you, your voice came out as a whisper, filled with a mix of defiance and need. "miguel...i can't help but find this...attractive. your anger... it ignites something in me."

a heavy silence hung in the air as both of you stood there, consumed by the charged atmosphere. miguel’s anger wavered for a moment, replaced by a mixture of surprise and desire. the intensity of his gaze bore into your very soul as he tried to process the unexpected turn in your interaction.

in that moment, you could see the battle raging within miguel, torn between succumbing to the temptation and maintaining control. his dominant nature clashed with the unexpected pleasure that laced your attraction to his anger, leaving him teetering on the edge of surrender.

the room seemed to hold its breath as miguel closed the distance between you, his touch gentle yet filled with purpose. his voice softened, a low murmur in your ear as he revealed a glimpse of vulnerability beneath his stoic facade. "i…i don't understand it, but i can't deny the desire that burns between us."

with that admission, the tension and frustration melted away, giving way to a newfound understanding and acceptance. both of you had found solace and passion in the unorthodox connection that began with anger but unfolded into something far more complex and intriguing.

as your lips met in a fervent, fiery kiss, the lines between anger, attraction, and desire blurred into one intoxicating whirlwind of passion. in the depths of your connection, you discovered a profound truth about the complexities of desire and the unpredictable paths of love. miguel picked you up as his claws dug into the fat of you thighs laying you on the bed. he made your head dangle off of the edge of the bed as he quickly unbuckled his pants and took off his boxers. you could see the way his cock sprung and slapped onto his abdomen. you were excited as you licked your lips to his size. his cock looked so delicious. you being the slut that you were prepared to take him in your mouth. he aligned his cock onto your lips as he smeared the precum on your lips as if it were lipgloss.

“open wide. i’m gonna fuck your throat since you seem to like it rough.” he forcefully stuffed his cock into your mouth as he began to roll his hips. his balls were slapping on your face and you were gagging all around him. you didn’t care if he was big, no, you could take him but it’ll definitely leave a few bruises on the roof of your mouth. miguel wrapped a hand around you neck as he fucked into your mouth. your mouth was just a hole to him. “fuck—you’re such a fucking slut, taking me in so fucking well.” he continued to quicken his pace and he didn’t dare to stop. you gagged and moaned to the feeling of the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. the sounds of you gargling and gasping for air made him even harder in your mouth. “i’m gonna cum—”with a couple strokes more, miguel grunted as his cum shot down your throat. you swallowed every inch of his cum that was slightly warm yet salty. you drank his cum obediently. he then pulled out from your fucked-out mouth and flipped you on your stomach.

“ass up, pretty girl. i’m gonna fill up both of your holes.”

“yess, please—fuck me like the slut that i am.”

a predatory smirk tugs at the corners of his lips beneath the mask, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and anticipation. his legs went on either side of your hips as he angled your ass into him feeling the way your tight hole felt. your hole swallowing him in. you let out a loud moan as your hands gripped onto the sheets. he would causally pull himself out and ram his cock inside you hole again—loving the way you cried and screamed at the burning yet pleasurable sensations. he would alternate between you ass and your abused pussy. he fucked you as if you were a flesh light—going at a relentless pace as he released all his anger and frustrations out on you.

“you dumb slut…letting me fuck you like this..is that what you wanted? hmmm?” he grunted as he pressed his muscular body on your back, telling you how much of a slut you were and how pretty you looked getting fucked by him. his hands snaked onto your breasts as he squeezed them harshly and rolled his fingers on your nipples. he pinched them every now and then to hear your loud whimpers and the way you’d arch your back against him—going deeper into your aching holes.

his cum and your juices mixed around as a white ring formed around the base of his shaft. you were a complete mess as tears stained your face, and your makeup was all runny. your hairs sticked to your face and miguel would push your head down onto the pillow to make you comply. the bedsheets were stained with sweat and both of your bodily fluids—he gushed around him he violently abused your g-spot. miguel clamped down onto your shoulders with his fangs as he sped up his pace at an animalistic speed. this time miguel was close for the fourth time, and it was for sure his last. he emptied his hot cum inside of you, you were completely full of his cum.

miguel pulled out of you as you laid splayed on the bed, shaking and panting heavily. he really just rocked your world and left you seeing stars. you closed your eyes as you tried your best to recalibrate your breathing—slowly, but surely you did.

“you did well, c’mon baby let me get you clean up.” you for sure couldn’t wait to do it again with him but for now you’ll enjoy a nice shower with miguel.

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a/n: i wanted to do where the reader would get turned on by his anger and finger themselves in front of him BUT i’m like ??? so i just switched it up 😭

tags 🏷️: @hisachuu @cherryfrostii @ghostofwinter @alliwriteistrash @miggyyyyohara

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jealousy | m. o’hara

pairings: miguel o’hara x male!reader

word count 1.2k

warnings: nsfw, angst, mention of cock, mention of vomit, slight toxic relationship, safe word and terrible writing

authors note: this was kinda bad ngl. I wanted vomit to be in this, genuine bile on Miguel’s cock but idk I felt like this didn’t fit the nonexistent plot. I’m writing a piss kink fem!reader next. Also! Here, @lvinlee

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"Ow, ow. Miggy, you're hurting me.." you hissed, hands scratching at his with a plea. At your tone, he loosened his grip, staring at your pitiful form; ruffled clothes, tears welled in your eyes, short tousled hair messy in a way his lust got the best of him. You both passed the the cafeteria, heading to the bathroom as his lust got to the best of him. Skipping past Hobie, the man give him a sly smirk, Miguel glaring at him. Hands dragged you further before you arrived at your destination. Tossing you in the bathroom, Miguel brought his cock out, swiftly locking the door. Your messy form struck something within him. Seeing you so broken ignited a fire in his belly, cock coming to life. "You're such a pathetic whore, throwing yourself at Hobie like that." He spat with hate, however the love peeking through his lashes calmed your hammering heart, however you knew you were in trouble regardless. A heat started to build between your legs as his semi-hard cock flung to life. "'M sorry, Mig.." you pathetically babbled, hands shaking as your cock strained against your boxers. With a grab to your tender scalp, you cried out, a perfect chance for his cock to slide up to your lips.

"Bite me and I'll sink my teeth into that pretty throat of yours. Got it?" Miguel hissed, a burning in his chest at the thought of Hobie taking what is his. "I understand, master.." your lip wobbled, tears welling your eyes, but the burning in your abdomen intensified, cock weeping from his words. You gently slipped your tongue out, swirling it against his aggravated tip. Miguel groaned, biting his lip. He'd let you have your way, allowing you to enjoy yourself before he'd wreck your throat. So, no matter how many kitten licks up and down his shaft made butterflies bubble in his stomach, he kept his hands clenched, claws leaving small scars as blood dripped onto the floor. Pre-cum seeped out his slit, so with a cock drunk look in your eye, you lapped at it desperately, his salty taste exploding on your tongue. "You're so big, master." You sighed, taking him into your hands, jerking him off before spitting on your hands.

His neck flushed, cheeks burning at your words. You always knew what to say, how to calm him, how to make him cum. You were perfect. He loved everything about you and missed your touch, too busy with work to give you attention. Miguel was a man, he had thoughts of lust, and despite how he wanted to run to you with a hard cock straining against his suit, he kept himself away from you. He didn't want to taint you, he didn't have the right. You were his but was he truly yours? With a nibble against his tip, he groaned in annoyance and clicked his tongue. He didn't speak, just acted. With a sudden pull to your hair, you found your nose touching his pelvis. Hands flailing, you gagged, spittle falling down to your thighs, eyes squeezing shut as you panicked, body lurching.

A loud groan echoed throughout the bathroom. Hissing to himself, your warm throat closing in on his cock made him feel things he hasn't in a while. The squelch your throat made sent shivers down his spine. "mierda... your throat feels so good." Despite your protests, Miguel fucked your throat with ease. Your vision clouded, hands going limp as the lack of oxygen registered in your mind. Noticing your lack of struggle, you were pulled from his cock, gasping and coughing as spit covered him. Choking on your own spit, you cried. Looking up at him through bleary eyes, you mewled, hands pawing at your clothed cock despite the situation. You felt your boxers dripping with need, or maybe that was your spit from being throat fucked, you couldn't tell.

With another yank to your hair, you found yourself sprung back onto his cock, gagging relentlessly. Fucking your throat sent shivers down his spine, loud moans and whines escaping Miguel at your panicked face, hands squeezing his ass in discomfort. "I'm gonna fuck your throat until I cum, this'll teach you to not throw yourself at men behind my back, you stupid slut." He growled, fucking your throat even harder. Bile threatened to rise up your throat, hands tapping at his thighs with a plea. Nails dug into his thighs, the hood on your head rough as you tried to move off of his cock. Moaning in pain around his cock, you cried. Miguel finally let you take a breather, noticing the pure fear in your eyes.

"Breathe. I know you can take it." Miguel murmured, hands holding your head, strands of your hair slipping through his fingers as he scratched your scalp lovingly to soothe your turmoil. With a more gentle approach, Miguel humped your hand, caressing your cheek with adoration. Hiccuping cries, you muttered your safe word, immediately stopping anything Miguel was doing. Putting his cock away, Miguel worriedly bent down, murmuring sweet nothings. "Lo siento, cariño..." You cried into his hands, throat raw and hurting. Miguel got paper towels and cleaned your face and hands, kissing your head as you clung to him.

"I'm sorry, Miggy.. 'm sorry." You wept, hiding your face in his neck. You didn't enjoy being choked on his cock, panic spreading throughout your body the entire time, and the bile that threatened to escape made you cry harder, and he was just so mad at you while all you wanted was his attention. You only got Hobie to play along to make Miguel jealous, so he'd pay attention to you. While it worked, you feared he hated you with the way he was fucking your throat, and his cruel words. He ignored you, only working in his office these past few days, barely responding to your words. It hurt so much.

"No, no, cariño... I'm sorry. I was too rough. Let's go home." He whispered, worry in his voice. You shook your head. "Do you still love me?" You sobbed. Miguel felt as though he was punched in the gut. "Of course I love you, you're my soul. You're everything I want in life, everything I wished for. I was just jealous, mi amor." Miguel spoke, rubbing your back as you cried. You mindlessly croaked, "why were you ignoring me? It hurts, miggy. It hurts so much." Miguel wanted to protect you, and he thought the only way he could was by distancing himself from you. He never wanted to hurt you but he also knew it had to be done, however once he saw how heartbroken you were, he thought it was the most stupid thing he's thought of in years. With a soft coo, Miguel embraced your form even tighter.

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, your sobs died down, your trembling ceasing. “I don’t feel like I deserve you. And while I know it’s stupid. I’m trying to protect you, mi amor.” Miguel reasoned, rubbing your arms as your chest filled with dread. “But I love you.” You whispered, biting your lip in frustration. Miguel sighed, settling you in his lap. “And I love you. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you.” You understood why he did what he did, no matter how horrible it was. “It’s okay, Miggy.” You mumbled, adjusting yourself on his lap, his cock still hard beneath you. At your adjustment, a spark of pleasure pricked down his spine, but he ignored it, not wanting to force you into anything in this intimate moment. “You’re still hard, want me to help?” You questioned, not wanting Miguel to be in pain. With a chuckle, Miguel shook his head. “No, cariño, let’s go home.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“ I love you more.”