#miguel o'hara roleplay

[itsallturningupparker]

Hey~ here looking for Spiderverse rpers who are 18+ and open to nsfw rps. (I am 23)

I am based on discord and enjoy both literate and semi-lit rping, I enjoy AUs of all kind including things like abo or even just small coffee shop aus - would like something canon divergent!

I RP Miguel O'Hara or Peter B Parker! So I don't mind which spidey or other you shall be!

Interact with this post or shoot a dm to itsallturningupparker and Ill get back to you!

[official-mr-knight]

Uh huh.. I thought only one baby exists.. How does that even happen making another one, mr. Miguel? Don't judge me.. I know how things happens but no' this

[spiderman2-99]

Got pestered into using this website; something about “building extra-dimensional rapport”. Ask-box is on, feel free to use it. Just don’t give me a reason for another migraine. I’m a grown man with very little time and patience.

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BEFORE YOU INTERACT, read the BLOG INFORMATION and RULES. If the links don't work, use browser to search spiderman2-99.tumblr.com and follow the steps from there.

Miguel is an asshole. His responses do not reflect my views‼️

Bullying is allowed if it’s funny.

My inbox glitches and deletes asks randomly. Please resend if possible.

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posting from 2099 = Miguel’s posts

shit happens in 2099 = char interactions

[admin’s art] = self explanatory

[fanart] = marvel art

[pics] = any media not related to marvel

ask meme = self explanatory; will reply to any ask game prompt no matter how late it's sent

hypotheses about a spider = headcanons

Miguel’s super helpful wonderful assistant! = LYLA cameos (obsolete)

[moh-cas-oio]

Miguel plays your pussy as he asks for a roleplay (NSFW)

[im-clapped-af]

Black widow

“That fucking kid ah – ay coño – he doesn’t ….”

“Miguel I really don’t want to hear about the kid while you’re fucking me.” You rasped against his neck while he was fucking you senselessly against the wall in the kitchen. Your arms were wrapped around his waist while his body held you firmly up against him as he thrust his length into you.

“Mierda.” He groaned loudly. “I thought the whole point of this, arrangement, was for us to vent about our frustrations.”

While he was correct about the original point of your arrangements being to express their annoyance about the ongoing problems at the spider society, it had quickly turned into a fuck session where you took comfort in, quite literally, each other. He had thrust harder into you when mentioning arrangement causing you to gasp loudly. However, despite his enthusiasm and unbreakable stamina during these sessions, his thrusts had grown sloppy the more he spoke about the actual problems in their lives, focusing his attention on the root cause of it instead of prioritising his attention on pleasuring you. You gripped his shoulders harder and dug your sharp nails into him, irritated that the orgasm you were quickly coming on to had dissolved quicker than the original plan of action that had been planned earlier that day.

“Yes, well if you fucked me as good as you complained then I would have come about ten minutes ago. Now, if you don’t make me cum soon then I guess these arrangements will have to end after this one.”

He growled in response, and you tightened your legs around his waist as he quickened his pace, slamming his cock into you. He adjusted you higher against the wall and moved your legs, so they were wrapped over his arms and his large hands cupped your arse allowing him to reach places inside you that no man had reached before. You stared into his eyes, those red feral eyes, and smirked.

“Ah, much better.”

You yelped in pleasure as you could feel the welcoming heat build in your core again. You were close and wanted to cum soon. Surprisingly, this would be your first orgasm of the night despite it normally being your third after how long he had been pumping into you.

He removed a hand from your arse and smacked it. You could feel heat pooling where a red mark in the shape of his handprint would be left. He raised it and pulled your hair, baring your neck to him. Instantly, he brought his mouth to bare flesh and started sucking your neck. You felt a sharp pinch of pain when he let his fangs sink into your neck, but it was overridden with pleasure as he sucked more. You squirmed in pleasure as he sucked more and sank your nails harder into his shoulders, leaving red marks. He brought his face away from your neck, much to your disappointment but the look on his face was enough to make you forget about it. He grinned, revealing his sharp fangs that dripped crimson red. His pace quickened, and you came to your release, gripping onto him harder and moaning out his name.

He hissed in response and his thrusts grew sloppy as he climaxed. His brows furrowed and he plunged his fangs back into your neck which caused you to groan in pleasure as he sucked more. Once the last of his seed coated the inside of you, he removed his length from your wet cunt much to the disappointment of both of you. The pair of you panted, revelling in waves of pleasure. Miguel placed you down but held you up by your waist as your shaky legs prevented you from standing fully. He pushed back a few strands of hair that had fallen over your face and motioned for you to bare your neck to him again. His fingers grazed the purple bruise that was starting to bloom on your neck, and he kissed it delicately.

“That’s going to be there for a while. Sorry, I don’t mean to do that.”

You didn’t care. You loved it. You loved the mark he left on you knowing that you were the only one who could get him to release himself to you like that.

“You know I like it. Don’t hold back.” He smirked at your response and pulled your waist closer to him. He kissed you deeply and you could feel him harden against you again. You inched your hand closer to his length, wanting to hold him fully in your hand and make him come undone again as you had so many times before. The sight of him groaning and whimpering your name as you made him cum was a sight you often thought of as you touched yourself. You pumped his dick a couple of times and he chuckled lowly. You stared up at him, watching his eyes flutter closed and pumped him harder.

“On the bed. Now.” He ordered.

You didn’t stop pumping him. “Can’t. It’s still broken from our last arrangement, remember?”

“Mierda. I forgot about that.”

You grinned broadly at him as he peered down at you. You lowered yourself slowly to the ground, the cold wood floors would be uncomfortable for your

knees but what you were going to do next would easily make up for it.

“I didn’t forget about it. You fucked me so hard that the slacks broke. Don’t you remember how I sounded? I certainly remember how you did.” His dick was in front of your mouth now, still dripping with his cum and your juices. You licked his head slowly and he hissed. “Ay coño, ay coño.” You mimicked how he spoke when he had been slamming himself into you from behind. Your hands gripped the headboard as your bedroom filled with a cacophony of moans and grunting sounds as you both were coming to your climax. The bed creaked from the force of his thrust and broke as soon as you two came.

“Ay coño, I’m going to cum ...” You teased him more while stroking his large member.

“Yes, I remember now.” Before you could respond he gripped onto your head and pushed your mouth all the way down his dick. Your mouth was full of him but there was still a little left that you couldn’t fit in. You wrapped your hand around the rest of his length and pumped him while he guided your head up and down him. He groaned loudly; the warmth of your mouth was almost as good as your cunt. He could feel you choking on him, causing him to go absolutely feral and move your head with more force. Your eyes filled with tears and saliva streamed out of your mouth.

He looked down at you and smirked. He loved seeing you like this. Your plump lips wrapped around his dick, choking on it as you tried to take it fully. His grip tightened, and he thrust his hips into your mouth, causing his dick to go fully in. He held you there for a few moments, allowing you to savour the taste of his pre-cum in your mouth. The saltiness of it travelling down your throat turned you on more and you could feel the pool of heat growing more intense. You moved your hands towards your clit and started rubbing circles against it. He chuckled lowly again and moved your head off his dick. Miguel held it firmly and make you stare into his eyes as he stared down into your tear-filled ones.

“You want me, don’t you?” You could only muster a nod as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around him. You thought he was going to take you against the wall again, but he walked you over to your shabby sofa and removed your suits which had been thrown carelessly onto the floor, before laying you down.

He stood there watching you and pumped himself. Your legs opened instinctively, and you reached your hand down to your clit and started rubbing it again. He moved so he was towering over you and arranged your legs, so they were hanging over his shoulders. He guided his dick towards your entrance and gave you a quick look to make sure you were ready for him, all of him.

He plunged himself fully in you and you both groaned in response. No matter how many times you fucked it would always take some time before you could get used to how full you became with him. He felt you tighten against him, stirring him on as he started to slowly move in you. He pulled himself out so only his tip was left in before slamming himself back into you where he started fucking you wordless. Your moans filled the room and the sofa squeaked in response, no doubt it would be added to the list of items you two had broken in your apartment soon. He cupped a breast in your hand, his fingers rubbing your nipple causing your back to arch on the sofa while his mouth engulfed the neglected breast. You felt his fangs bite your nipple slightly and a wave of pleasure overtook you. His thrusts grew harder, more urgent to hear you moan louder.

“Miguel, fuck …”

“That’s what I’m doing aren’t I?” He smirked as he removed his mouth from your breast and switched his hand to the other.

Dickhead.

You wrapped your arms around his head pulling him closer to your breast as you felt his fangs sink harder into your breast. Another moan left your lips and you could feel that you were close. He removed a hand from you and held your leg firmer against your body allowing him to reach further inside you, hitting the same place he hit earlier.

You cried out loudly, the pleasure becoming too intense as you came all over his dick. His climax followed shortly after and you felt his hot cum fill you. He let his full body weight land on top of you. The pair of you heaved as you both allowed the pleasure to take over fully. After a while, he removed himself from your body and moved his dick back towards your mouth. You took him without order and licked every inch of his cum and yours off him as he panted. Once he was satisfied, he removed himself from you and sat beside you as you sat up. He would have sat on the coffee table but that was broken as well, due to you two fucking quite roughly.

“When do we need to be back at HQ?” You asked him.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. “About fifteen minutes ago.”

You sighed in annoyance and went to clean yourself up before putting your black suit back on. As much as you enjoyed how the suit hugged your curves, something Miguel enjoyed looking at as well, having to dress after the arrangement was an irritating process as it reminded you both of the problems that neither of you could escape.

“Look, Ser –“

“You don’t use my name, remember?” You snapped at him quickly. You gave him an ordering look; one he would not defy.

“Look, Widow.” He placed emphasis on your spider’s name. “We need to deal with Miles. This isn’t something we can brush over. It’s urgent.”

You were grateful for the mask that now covered your face, which concealed the eye roll you just gave.

“Yes, Miguel, I understand the importance of it.”

He gave a small nod. “Good.”

He fiddled with his watch quickly and opened a portal back to the HQ. You both entered it, knowing that whatever thing you had in your world, was not one to be shared in the other worlds. You enjoyed the relationship you had with him, but it was not one that could become something more. Could it?

[ask-gwendy]

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[itsmiguel2099]

Hello, Spider-Man 2099. Can you briefly introduce me to your blog? And can I get to know you better through my OC? Or is it not for you?

-translated from Goober-

“Yeah. To all of the above. All you need to know is that were different from the other Miguel here. I’m more spider like.”

[migueloharassin]

✞✟𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗✟✞

✟𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬✟

Miguel was still not as experienced in faith as he wished he was. He wanted to be so deep in it... Soaked with it... Filled with it. He wanted to feel the strength coming into his body, piercing through it, spreading across his skin. He wanted his heart to beat along to the harmony of it. To never lose the right path.

But for long months now he felt lost... He doubted in any signs coming to him. He was alone. He had no one... No one. The brothers of his - other deacons, were not enough to him. He wanted more... He was greedy... Selfish maybe. Everyday he apologized for it, kneeling in front of the cross, almost crying as he held his hands clasped together, leaning his forehead on them. He muttered the quiet apologies, taking his time with every confession. He wanted to be close to Him. But He was far away... Distant from Miguel who felt desperate to become someone even better.

Even that one day wasn't different. Once the church was empty - he stayed, still dressed in the beautiful, green and golden robes, whispering the pleads for help in his never ending travel through loneliness. His hands shook softly, brows furrowed as he closed his eyes to maybe... See something. See the vision that the God would send him. But his preaching stopped once he heard someone sitting next to him. The person he hadn't seen in the church at all... And it's been a year since he was there. The smooth lines of their jaw. Their troubled eyes.

His posture relaxed just slightly as he decided to speak up quietly, hoping to not startle the young person. "May I help in any way?"

@indiestarter

[spider-lily929]

A message to anyone who interacts with roleplayers, particularly with Miguel roleplayers

I get it if you don't like Miguel, but that doesn't mean you can treat people who do like shit, even if you don't think you are. Sending an ask saying to a Miguel acc in character saying "you're horrible and you should die" (paraphrased, but essentially what I've ACTUALLY seen) is going to affect the very REAL person behind the blog. You may not think it, but you're also telling that person the same thing because they PLAY him (this applies to ANY character, but I've seen it a lot with Miguel). It also affects the roleplayers when you send an in character ask saying it's annoying that Miguel is occasionally non-verbal, seeing as real people do the same. I myself am selectively mute, and have had a lot of instances where I can't physically get words out, but people berate me for not talking. Saying it's annoying, telling someone off for using sounds and body language to communicate REPEATEDLY (as has happened with @itsmiguel2099 's Miguel) is SO harmful. Someone keeps harassing my friend and making people (not JUST Lupin) uncomfortable, and it needs to stop. These are real people, not the characters they play. Don't say things to us online that you wouldn't say in real life.

[ibelieveinthejrsupremecy]

THIS WAS SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS TO MAKE 💀

Idk why but Poe was particularly strict with my wording in its description, greeting, AND prompt but it was worth it!

Credit and shoutout to @miguel-owhora for the idea, link will be in my masterlist!

[itsallturningupparker]

Hey~ here looking for Spiderverse rpers who are 18+ and open to nsfw rps. (I am 23)

I am based on discord and enjoy both literate and semi-lit rping, I enjoy AUs of all kind including things like abo or even just small coffee shop aus - would like something canon divergent!

I RP Miguel O'Hara or Peter B Parker! So I don't mind which spidey or other you shall be!

Interact with this post or shoot a dm to itsallturningupparker and Ill get back to you!

[official-mr-knight]

I didn't know, marc used to have this type of hairstyle?

[0h4r4-2099]

“You can’t have it all kid.”

Miguel O’Hara:

Transmasc • he/him

Demisexual

35 yrs

Movie/Comics inspiration

Ships with chem (Spiderdad lean)

[spiderman2-99]

✨:guilty-Gabriella

[5.20.2022, TRN-1042]

Gabriella had been… unusually sullen in the car ride after school today. Today was PTA meeting day, and one of the discussions was about some C’s in certain classes. The teacher told Miguel how he could help, that otherwise his daughter was a treat to have in class, etc etc., sometimes kids just struggle with some subjects. Miguel understood just fine, promised that he'd help, reassured that it was just a monetary setback, all that.

But Gabriella had been sulking in the passenger’s seat the whole ride home. At best, she’d give monosyllabic answers to Miguel if he asked anything— a far cry from the usual ball of energy he'd come to know and love over the last couple months.

She curls up a little in the seat, her forehead leaning on the glass of the window, arms crossed. She looks… disappointed in herself. Or apprehensive, maybe? Miguel won’t claim to be emotionally intelligent, as much as he tried to be for Gabriella’s sake. He never had to be until Gabiella. Shock. He still has so much to learn. Too much to learn.

He swallows thickly before finally breaking the heavy silence that descended upon the car ride.

“Gabi,” he begins, his voice gentle yet firm, "something's clearly bothering you. You've been silent since we left school. Is everything okay?"

Well. That was a lame start that, as expected, didn't get an answer beyond a half-hearted shrug. Dios en el cielo. He really doesn't want to pull teeth.

"Is it... about the C’s in your report card?"

The last sentence makes her wince slightly. So that was a yes.

(Miguel can't stop the awful thought of what if the other Miguel yelled at her about grades? He has to physically shake his head slightly to clear it.)

She shifts a moment in her seat. “I know, I’ll study harder…” she murmurs like she’s preparing herself for the gallows.

Miguel lets out a sigh through his nose. He isn't entirely an idiot, he figures it's more than just the report card— or maybe something so pressing that it's causing the slip. The problem is trying to get to it delicately; which is much more difficult than it should be for him. Being... soft, gentle, paternal just doesn't come naturally for him. He never had that sort of role model, and now he's flying blind in a life he stole, at any moment about to ruin it, and the sweet little girl that came with it-

Okay, no, no. Breathe. Get your head on straight, O'Hara. You're better than that.

“It’s not just about the grades, is it?” he urges. “There’s something else bothering you, and I want to know what it is."

He risks a sidelong glance. She has to know he's serious. "I’m here to listen, Gabi. I promise."

“I dunno… it’s kinda dumb, but…”

Out of the corner of his eye, Miguel can see Gabriella sit up straight, hesitating, trying to collect her thoughts. He won’t rush her.

“You’ve been forgetting a lot lately. Like… remember when I told you about Emily’s birthday? I’ve been friends with her forever, but you had to use a GPS to find her house. And sometimes I’ll tell you about something we did a year ago, and I can tell you’re trying to act like you remember but you don’t. And when we visited Abuela, you acted weird around her, like you didn't know her at all.”

Shit. Shit shit shit. His daughter, his beautiful, wonderful, smart daughter, noticed the discrepancies between him and the man he’d replaced; the gaps in his cover. It was only a matter of time before she put the pieces together.

"You've been forgetting events for school, and getting lost in our own city, and when tío Gabriel visited, you couldn't even keep up with the conversation he was making 'cause he was bringing up things you didn't remember..."

Then, Gabriella turns to him and gives him a look with those big, watery hazel eyes that makes him want to throw himself off a cliff. “Did you get hurt at work, Papa?”

...

Well. Maybe a little more time.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his fingers clenching the steering wheel tighter. "No, sweetheart, I didn't hurt myself at work," he reassures, but the lie tastes bitter on his tongue. "It's just..."

“Something complicated again?” She interjects, going back to looking out the window.

Miguel grumbles in frustration. He should’ve realized his daughter would be just as much of a smart-ass as him. "Yes, mija, it's something complicated. But I promise, I'm handling it."

'Complicated' is an understatement. It’s a whole paradox, a breach in reality, a cosmic crime against nature. He hates not being honest with her, but how the hell is he supposed to say ‘your real father is dead and I replaced him’?

God, he's a coward.

Miguel would give everything, anything, to make sure she’s okay through all of this. But the more time passed, the more he knew he didn’t deserve to be her father. He isn't her papa. He could never be.

"It’s nothing you need to worry about, okay?” he continues through the lump in his throat. “It’s something... something only adults have to deal with.”

"Everyone always says that; it's always something 'only adults deal about'," she retorts, glowering at her father. "It's affecting me too, but anytime I ask—"

"I can't tell you, okay?" he snaps, his voice strained; the tension rising between them as foreboding as storm clouds in the horizon. He has to take a deep breath before he continues, forcing a calmness in his voice. "I can't. Please, you have to trust me. It’s- it's for your own good, mija."

"And that's another thing they tell me; it's aaaalways 'for my own good'-"

"Gabi..."

"-but how can I trust you when you don't trust me, huh?"

"Gabi."

"When you're acting all weird and not telling me anything anymore and-"

"Gabriella Angela O'Hara."

She winces and shrinks back into her seat. Christ in Heaven, this is going all wrong, and it feels like all Miguel can do is watch it happen.

"You think I don’t want to tell you?" He continues, grinding his jaw to keep the rising anger out of his voice. The last thing she needs is his anger. He can't act like George O'Hara. "You think I want to keep you in the dark? Do you think I like hiding things from you? I’m doing this to protect you, because..."

Miguel's words trail off. He can’t say ‘because I’m not your real father.’

Baffled, hurt, she presses on. "Because what? You- you think I'm too stupid or something? I can't handle it?"

Christ, isn't that a wonderful, ice cold jolt to his already frayed nerves? "No! No, it's not that! You're not stupid, you're the most brilliant, amazing child I've ever met."

He swallows hard. The lump in his throat feels like a brick.

"It’s not that I think you can’t handle it, it's that you're still just a kid! And you shouldn't have to handle it!"

Gabi lets out a long groan, slumping her head against the headrest, but seems to drop the subject.

Momentarily.

Long enough to lull Miguel into a false sense of security. Long enough for him to pull in their driveway before he hears--

"Still get to feel it all go to shit though," grumbled under her breath; only audible due to Miguel's enhanced hearing.

He kills the engine and just... sits there a moment; the silence thick and oppressive, thoroughly killing any semblance of energy he had left. The language suddenly doesn't even feel worth reprimanding.

Slowly, he turns to look at her. His daughter. His sweet, beautiful, brilliant baby girl. The only thing left in the world that is truly good.

I'm ruining her.

Then again, he ruined her the second he inserted himself into a life that wasn't his. He should've known this charade would blow up in his face. God knows he can never have anything nice without having to fight for it; tearing into it with his teeth and shocking it all up from his own desperation.

When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, pained.

"Gabi," he begins, his tone heavy with a mix of guilt and frustration. "I... I'm doing the best I can. I'm trying."

She doesn't even look at him. "Not trying good enough."

Shocking hell. Out of all the things she could inherit from her father, did it have to be his bull-headedness and the ability to cut where it hurts? It's bad enough on him, but when it's someone else? When it's the truth?

He has to fight the urge to snap back, to say something he’ll regret, to prove his own inadequacy correct. Instead, he closes his eyes and takes a breath in an attempt to collect himself.

Operating word being 'attempt'.

Bile still leaks into Miguel's voice as he grates out, "Get out and go to your room."

"What-" So now she decides to spare me a glance.

"Get out," he repeats, low and deliberate, "and go to your room. I don't- I can't be with you right now."

The pause that follows as his words sink in isn't just pregnant; it's straight-up post-due with a necrotic placenta and a calcified fetus.

The words are already out; no taking back even if he felt they deserved to be. Gabriella's expression morphs from horrified to disgusted to a sort of passive anger.

Finally, the silence is broken by the sound of her seatbelt clicking. Then, "fine. I don't wanna be with you either," followed by the car door slamming.

There's no parting barb, no further vitriol thrown at him. Maybe there should've been; there'd at least be some sort of outlet for Miguel to let out his metric shitton of pent-up frustration and sheer, utter rage. They'd both deserve it then.

But there is nothing.

Just a broken, run-down, irreparably shocked up man trying to pretend to be a father; the role fitting him as good as if he'd skinned his alternate's face and wore it on top of his own. Why did he bother? Gabriella doesn't deserve her life being ruined by a genetic abomination from another world deluding himself to be something capable of loving.

He slumps his head against the steering wheel and screams.

[s-c51]

[disneymarina]

*Miguel swiftly caught up to Marina and pinned her down onto her back, his massive frame easily overpowering the smaller Omega. He leaned in close, his red eyes blazing with desire as he inhaled Marina 's scent, now heavy with the intoxicating aroma of her heat.*"You won't escape me that easily, my little heat-slut," *he growled, his hot breath wafting over Marina 's flushed face.* "It's time you learned who's in charge here." *Miguel's large hands roamed over Marina 's body, squeezing and exploring as if to claim every inch of her. He ground his thick erection against Marina 's thigh, the pressure and heat unmistakable through his pants.*"Get those cute little legs wrapped around me," *he commanded gruffly, his deep voice vibrating with need.* "I want to feel your tight cunt gripping me as I claim you."

Alpha! MIGUEL O'HARA X Marina