#miguel o'hara x black!reader

[inkdrinkerworld]

idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭

omg omg😭😭

you're laying in bed unable to fall asleep when it happens. your hand just creeps up his shirt.

miguel doesn't think much of it, you like the skin in skin contact- so does he.

it's when your hand hovers just under his pectorals that he turns to you and raises an eyebrow.

he's still working, hair tired back with one of your scrunchies and his tablet looks tiny in his massive hand. he'd been trying to hypothesise a re-calibration to his nano-bots all day.

"what do you want?" he asks, looking down at you with curious eyes.

your eyes are barely even open, your face turned to face his bicep. "can't sleep," you murmur, planting your hand on his chest and squeezing.

"oye," he bats at your hand when you do it a second time. you groan when his hand removes yours from under his shirt.

"miguel," you whine, drawing the syllables of his name out long.

"amor," he mocks your exact tone. "why're you grabbing my chest?" he drops your hand and cups your face, guiding your tired eyes to rest on his face.

"'cos it's comforting," your words sludge together but miguel makes you out just fine. he cracks a smile, you narrow your barely open eyes; "it is. helps me sleep."

"yeah?" he teases, and you nod. your hand slinks back up his shirt and rests on his chest, for the most part it's just an added heat to miguel's chest. "if you don't fall asleep any faster i'm calling bullshit."

you let out a tired giggle and slobber a kiss to his bicep; miguel waits five minutes and in no time he feels your breathing change- deeper now as you fall asleep.

he can't believe it.

[kechiwrites]

cw: just pure smut + werewolf!miguel x reader, cause he won the poll and i wanted to get my crazy out before i start writing something longer.

Ruminating on the idea of Werewolf!Miguel expending all of his rut energy on you. Bending you nearly in half so he can bite into the plushness of your belly before he drags his tongue down the back of your thigh, just above the hood of your clit.

Werewolf!Miguel who tongue fucks you without mercy, dipping the muscle deep within your folds, growling low and hungry in his chest at the taste of you. Eats you messy and thorough, until you drip down his chin, soaking the bed below you.

Werewolf!Miguel who is rougher than he’d originally planned, blood rushing with unspent energy, the looming certainty of his rut forcing him to grind his teeth rather than sink them into the skin of your chest, throat, or thighs.

Werewolf!Miguel who shoves you further up the bed a bit too quickly, causing your head to thud against his headboard. Werewolf!Miguel who uses all of his remaining willpower to stop his actions for a moment, who rubs his hand over the crown of your head, haphazardly searching for a bump. When he doesn’t find anything, he lowers himself again, spreading your legs, and slotting his mouth over your heat.

Werewolf!Miguel who revels in the sound of you moaning above him, your hips twitching towards him when he drags his tongue through the lips of your cunt, swirling the tip of it over your clit and sucking hard. Who palms at your ass, sinking his fingers into the flesh and groaning low and desperate at the taste of you.

Werewolf!Miguel who grinds his erection against the soft sheets below him, losing himself in the sensory heaven that is your body. Your entrance pulses and clenches around nothing, entreating him to fill you up, like he was born to do, to fulfill his biological imperative and sink balls deep.

Werewolf!Miguel whose rut makes it easy for him to get carried away, picturing himself as a huge, looming predator, implacable in his pursuit, desperate to breed, to sow seed and watch it fucking bloom, who can't bite you, shouldn't bite you, knows the risks but doesn’t really care when he gets to french-kiss his mate's pussy.

Werewolf!Miguel who despite his brooding, severe nature is a talker, a goader, a teaser in bed, who is now silenced by the almost painful compulsion to fuck you stupid. Who pulls away from your swollen cunt to flip your positions, who would've fucked you through the mattress if he was any further gone.

Werewolf!Miguel who is so deep in his need for you, he can barely restrain himself from fucking into your fist as you try to line the head of his dick up to your entrance. Who fidgets and moans when his tip kisses your clit, your ass, before notching inside you.

Werewolf!Miguel who laments that his slavering, near angry, desire has you shoving the webbing of your hand into his panting mouth to save your throat and shoulders from any aching half crescents. Bouncing on his cock while he whines high and keening, arching his back and planting his feet so the tip of his cock gets as close to your womb as physically possible.

Werewolf!Miguel who howls loud and desperate as your insides milk him for everything he has, who’s knot swells and catches near instantly, ensuring every bit of his cum finds purchase inside you, fills you with no mercy. 

yeah…

[eyesxxyou]

Currently thinking about god!Miguel who falls in love with a human reader who's being prepared to be made into a human sacrifice for him. He's an old world god of protection and strength and your father is a general of an army who regularly prays to him. He's the patron god of your city and is believed to live in the temple that sits at the heart of it.

It is said that he is a lonely god, without a spouse. So every time your city must go into battle, a young virgin is prepared to be made a sacrifice to the violent god. They will be made pure by bath and drawn in sigils of purity and furtility around your breasts and against their womb. They're sent into his temple, locked inside for 30 days. If they survive that 30 days, it means that he likes them and wants them to be wed to him, if dead...he did not and took them as a blood sacrifice instead.

No one has ever came out alive. Not until you are chosen as a sacrifice.

[theangelicimp]

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[demiesworld]

sunday mornings - [husband!miguel x blackwife!reader]

synopsis: just a domesticated miguel's sunday routine with his gorgeous black wife.

contents: sfw, suggestive theme, brief sex part but it is not graphically written, just fluffy stuff

notes: some use of spanish is used in this. my spanish is not very good, so if there is any grammatical errors please let me know. i wrote this bc i saw a lot of miguel x black reader fics that have smut in them, and rarely did i see some domestic or fluff with miguel and a black reader. miguel is not spiderman in this, he does not have any mutated abilities or powers. miguel is in his early 30s and reader is in their late 20s.

The weekends are always an anticipated time for Miguel. During the weekdays he would be working diligently in the confines of a cold laboratory. He worked the typical 8 to 5 as a bioengineer, pulling in money to support him and his lovely wife. On Saturdays, Miguel would spend them freely doing whatever errands or activities he couldn't do over the weekday. However on Sundays, there was a routine that him and his wife set in stone for them.

It starts off with Miguel waking up to the aromatic sweet smell of pancakes and a California king-sized bed with an empty spot beside him. The curtains and blinds in their bedroom are closed, yet the tell-tell signs of sunlight is evident from the peeks of rays. His sleepy brown eyes look at the wall clock and reads the time as five past 8 in the morning. Which was normal for his wife to be cooking their breakfast at a time like this on Sunday.

The man lifts himself out of bed, and doesn't leave the bedroom till after he's fixed up the bedsheets and laid the pillows back into place in a neat order. As he crosses the threshold of the door he shuts off the ceiling fan with a flick of his fingers flipping the switch down. Miguel runs his thick long fingers through his dark brown bed head hair as he walked through the hallway. The walls were decorated with family pictures, their wedding ceremony, and paintings of abstract African art.

As he got closer to the kitchen, he could hear the faint sound of the R&B song "Weak" by SWV playing from the bluetooth speaker. Accompanied by that was the sizzling of bacon cooking on the stove and the smell of that lingering in the air. Miguel came upon the kitchen entryway and he stood there leaning against the frame just to observe you preparing breakfast.

You were standing at the flat ceramic-top stove, flipping pancakes on a pan while keeping a watchful eye on your bacon. Your husband eyes your attire: a cream satin robe that ended above your knees and a matching color bonnet on your head. Your face free of any makeup, and you were just in your natural state. You looked beautiful as the day he first met you.

Miguel leans off of the frame and makes his way over to you. While you were in the midst of cooking, you felt strong arms and a firm chest press against your back. Large hands wrapped around your stomach, intertwining their fingers in a way to prevent from you escaping. As if you would ever do that. His supple lips attached themselves to the junction of your neck and collarbone just as a content sigh emit from him. A gentle and heart-warming kiss is what left goosebumps on your brown skin. A genuine, happy smile followed.

"Hmm... buenos días mi corazón." He whispers to you, and rests his chin on your shoulder to watch you cook. "Qué tenemos para breakfast?"

You daintily flip over a pancake while responding to him, "You are having oatmeal with apples, cinnamon, and honey. I am going to have pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs."

Miguel pouts at the meal he was going to be eating, "Do I have to eat that mi corazón? It's so bland."

"Hey, the doctor said your cholesterol levels were high Miguel and that you need to cut back on sodium. You wanna have a heart attack or do you wanna live to see 60?"

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't argue with your factual rebuttal. "Okay, I get it." His lips kiss your cheek before he lets you go and takes a seat at the dining table. Your gentle voice calls from the kitchen, "I love you Miguel."

"Te quiero tambien, Y/N."

Once you were finished cooking breakfast for you and your husband you set out the plates. First you placed your plate of scrambled eggs, two pancakes, and three strips of bacon onto the tablemat. Then you served Miguel with his bowl of oatmeal coupled with four boiled eggs and his orange juice. You let out an amused chuckle when you saw the pout on his lips upon seeing his meal. Your lips kiss his temple before you go over to sit at your designated seat.

"It's only for a month, papi, don't worry too much."

Together you both ate breakfast and discussed over plans for your Sunday. You told Miguel that after church services you were to be a teacher's substitute for the children so you wouldn't make it home until a little after 12. Miguel said he was fine with that since he would be helping out one of your elderly neighbors with mowing his lawn today due to the guy's back being hurt. You also mentioned to him that you needed to do chores around the house. He reminded you that you were to have Sunday dinner with his parents tonight at their place.

"As long as you're not going to be drunk with your dad then we can do that." You say to him.

"I won't drink with my father, cariño." He promises.

After breakfast was over the two of you started to get dressed for church. You did your makeup in your shared bathroom, going for a soft glam look. You took off your bonnet and fixed up the Senegalese twists you had in your head. You laid down your baby hairs, massaged oil onto your scalp and conditioned your hair. When you were finished doing that you went on to get dressed. Out from your private closet you pulled out a long sleeve mustard yellow maxi dress and slid on sandals. Then you accessorized with gold bracelet, gold heart necklace and gold diamond tear-drop earrings.

You came out of your bedroom and walked into the foyer where Miguel was standing there waiting for you. He was wearing the dark brown two piece suit you had picked out from him the night before. A mustard yellow tie and handkerchief stood out. Your husband cleaned up nice.

His eyes met yours when he heard you walking down the hall and smiled lovingly at you. "Dios mío... Te ves hermosa en ese vestido mami." He gently grabbed a hold of your hand and spun you around just to get a glimpse of your butt. "I don't think I wanna go to church today now."

You giggle and swat him in the chest playfully. "Damn Miguel, you horny dog, we're not skipping out on church again for that. Maybe when we get home this afternoon..." You trailed off letting him know that you were insinuating it could happen.

After Miguel gave you another twirl then a slap on the ass you two set off for church. There the two of you sat in the middle section of the chapel. Some folks came up to you greeting you both, and conversated about what the preacher was going to say today. You both got many compliments on your matching outfits. Which to you wasn't a surprise as you both wore matching outfits on Sunday mornings with similar colors. You remember from last year how the two of you wore red, white and green colors in celebration of Christmas during a service.

The service held felt long despite it lasting an hour and a few minutes over time. You and Miguel did your donations to the church. You both separately put in $50 into the hat that went around the congregation. You sang the songs that the choir was singing and praised every time the preacher talked about the Lord. By the time it was time to leave you looked at Miguel and told him to not pick you up since you had a ride back home after the class with the Sunday school children. You gave him a kiss good-bye then went on about your day teaching.

Miguel went home and changed out from his church clothes to a loose grey tank top, khaki cargo shorts and sneakers. He went over to the neighbor's home and let them know that he was going to mow their lawn for them before doing it. The old man neighbor was thankful for Miguel, even offered him money, but your husband politely refused. To him kind acts of service shouldn't be paid for with money but with kindness in return.

At around 12 you were just arriving home from church and Miguel had just finished up with mowing the neighbor's grass. He greeted you at the door kissing your lips tenderly and his hands caressing your hips. You inwardly laughed as you weren't even a minute into being home when your husband started kissing you and feeling you up in the foyer.

"Papi, I haven't been home for five minutes!" You squealed when he carried you up off the ground and pressed your back against the wall.

Your husband smirks on your lips and replies, "You're the one who said we could do it after church."

He was right you did say that to him this morning. You threaded your manicured fingers through his hair, a soft moan slipping past your glossed lips and into his own.

"Hmm, Miguel, if you really want it we gotta go to the room." You say breathlessly in between the passionate kisses he was giving you.

Miguel carries you into the bedroom and lays you on the bed gracefully. Once you two have rid each other of one another's clothes and jewelry pieces you both engage in steamy coitus. Hands caressing bodies, lips sucking on flesh, and sweat sticking to skin. A song of low grunts, shrill pleased moans, and heavy rushed pants resonated in the bedroom. The loud pounding of skin sounded like a drum in the background and creaking of the bed frame. It all escalated into an unsteady rhythm then came to an abrupt halt once you both met your ending.

The two of you laid in the rumpled bedsheets just holding each other in the aftermath. Basking in one another's glow. You tilt your head up to look at your husband and then kiss the underside of his sharp jawbone.

"We can't stay in bed too long, papi. I still got chores to do and we have dinner with your family tonight."

Miguel let out a tired sigh, "Just five more minutes cariño."

You move to get out of the bed, "Uh-uh, Miguel we gotta get moving, come on now." You pull yourself out of the bed and turn to your naked husband still laying on the bed. You wave your hand, "Come on, get the bed sheets changed and let's take a shower."

"I love you."

You pause when he says those words, but your face softens when you feel butterflies in your stomach. The words, "I love you too." fall out of your mouth when you respond. After saying that you walk out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, Miguel could hear your voice shouting, "You better be getting out of that bed and changing them sheets!"

Miguel shakes his head followed by a roll of his eyes. Though he does as he is told. He changes the messed up bedsheets, putting the old one into the laundry room and then replacing it with clean fresh ones. As soon as he was done he met with you in the shower and you both washed together.

Yes this was Miguel's Sunday routine. Going to church with his gorgeous wife, helping out with the chores, and attending Sunday family dinners with her family or his family once a week. It was the one day of the 7-day week that Miguel looked forward to. And he wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

notes: slowly trying to get out of my writer's block slump. current fixation is fucking miguel o'hara. god knew not to make that man real bc he will have everybody and their mama on his dick. anyways lmk what you think of this fluffy piece! (つ ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )

© 2023 demiesworld please do not repost on any other website without permission. do not plagiarize. any similarities in this fic is purely coincidental.

[infernalodie]

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚

"𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮? 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥?"

Inspo: Ryan Beatty - Multiple Endings

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Multiple endings, yet you already made up your mind...

Warnings: Angst

Words: 1091

You never believed you would experience a night as cliche as this. Sitting alone at your kitchen table, glass filled to the brim with white wine, and eyes looking out the window at the thunderstorm approaching New York. And cliche after cliche, you were thinking of a man who managed to break your heart.

The warm lighting of a lamp sat on the table, allowing you to stare at the intoxicating liquid. Rotating your wrist gently and watching it swirl continuously. Finding some sort of peace with the fact that once you were done with this glass, you could finally relax and be content.

But then there came the familiar scent. The pungent smell of soaked clothes and an almost metallic aroma. It clouded your already hazed thoughts as the wet droplets hit your hardwood floor till they stopped beside you.

“You got rid of this.” He placed the Dimensional Travel Watch in front of you.

Hooking a finger through the loop of the metal, you scoffed as you spun it. Stopping to grab it and toss it out the open window, hearing it clang off the fire escape with its faint cracking heard on the impact with the cement. Miguel watched in astonishment whilst you simply took a sip of your wine. “I didn’t forget it. I’m done with it all.”

Miguel stared down at you, licking his bottom lip. “What-” He sighed. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t need to tell you.”

“You are delusional if you think I’m going to just let that kid off the hook.”

“Well, then back the fuck off and let him make his own mistakes.”

“That’s exactly why you are a poor decision-maker.”

His words tore you limb by limb. Like with each open space would reveal the answer you kept from Miguel. But he was rapidly finding that his repetitive questioning was ignored by your stubborn exterior. A tough soul and heart that he had fallen in love with and would've said he knew better than yourself. But this just showed the true depth of misunderstanding he fabricated inside his own mind.

Your lips parted, placing your cup of coffee down and exhaling shakily. “I’ve been working with you for 2 years now, Miguel. I know what it takes to be a part of the society you built. I know what it takes to be a Spider-Girl,” you explained. “I’ve spent time with Gwen and Peter B, and they’ve given me the correct answer as to what it takes to be one of us. But I don’t think you know what it means to be Spider-Man.”

As you knew how your words would be heard by someone as belligerent as Miguel, you allowed him to process it–Allowing his brows to scrunch together and lips to part, dumbfounded. “Today, I’ve heard countless times that you are doing it for everyone else, but I don’t believe it. I can’t believe it because you don’t.”

“But I am!” He defended loudly, stopping himself when he saw your sharp gaze. Being reminded of the child that slept in a room down the hall. “I’m doing it for them all. I’m doing it for you. All that I care about is you and Grace, Y/n. So, I can’t just allow Miles to stop a canon event and destroy everything.”

Excuses. It’s what made Miguel so despicable to you. You loved him, but he tried to give reason to things that he wouldn’t care to humour. “You know, I want to believe that. But I also think you don’t see me as something worthy of your heart,” you painfully admitted, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. Shaking your head as you waved your hand, saying, “I mean, this is all about Grace at the end of the day–your need to be her father and fill that big empty hole in your chest.”

Pursing your lips, you tilted your head with a shake. “But she’s not your daughter, Miguel.” Miguel clamped his eyes shut, body tensing as you slowly walked toward him. Placing a hand on his chest that he could feel burning through his suit and imprinting your palm to his flesh. “The things you’ve done are unimaginable and I will always be grateful for the sacrifices and secrets you’ve held on to so me and Grace can live safely. But what you’re doing isn’t right. You have to know that.”

“All you are is this selfish, judgemental asshole who uses and breaks people down because he thinks he’s superior. You think that the most important thing is making sure every Spider-Man is made to lose someone and to a certain extent, I agree. But Miles, that kid is special. If he was an anomaly, his entire universe would’ve caved in on itself or the other that spider came from. Yet, it didn’t and something about that is extraordinary. He wants to save his father and you telling him he can’t do that makes you incapable of ever having the title of Spider-Man. And I hope that someday, everyone will know that.”

“You don’t mean that. You’re drunk.” Of course, he would dismiss any truth or honesty from you. If it meant hiding behind his own facade to live out his dream, he would do it. He thought this would end one way, that you were sure of. But you already made up your mind the moment he stepped through the door.

Shaking your head with a smile of disbelief, you said, “You can’t even be honest with yourself Miguel and it’s pathetic. I gave you a chance. I gave you somewhere to call home. I gave you a little girl you could consider your daughter. But at the end of the day, it isn’t meant to be, right? Because, by your theory, “us” isn’t possible-”

“Y/n, what are you saying-”

“I’m saying we are done, Miggy!” You exclaimed, that drunken anger beginning to cloud your thoughts and respectable choices of words. “You used me so you could be a father to Grace. And maybe there was a time you cared about me and maybe even liked me.” Your lips trembled, sniffling. “At least not like I did for you.”

Licking your lips, you shook your head. “So get the hell out of my apartment and if I see you near Grace I will hunt you, Miguel.” Looking up at the man, you shook your head as you said, “And I will make sure you die here and never see the sunrise.”

[daydreamingsirens]

drip.

miguel o'hara x black!reader

warnings: oral.

"Ooh." Soft slurping noises filled the room as you rock your hips against his mouth. He slurps harder as you card your fingers through his hair and hold him to that one spot that makes you leak. He looks at your flushed face and mentally smirks before going in for the kill. He presses a kiss there, then he stiffens his tongue and angles his jaw to get as far in your opening as he can go, curling his tongue up to rub inside of you.

"Ooh, fuck! Miguel…" you scream as you thrash and grind harder, hands pulling at his hair so hard he feels the strands start to give as you rock against his tongue. It always turned him on to know he was the only one who could make your wild self get even wilder with his mouth alone as more sticky hot dribbles down his chin and the sides of his mouth. He groans and it sends a shiver through your body and makes you even hotter and muskier as he eases up and drags his tongue around your most intimate spots.

"Eat me, oh please…don’t stop." you moan out, nipples tightening and gooseflesh forming under his grip on your soft thighs. He knows you’re about to cum but he stops and presses a kiss to the quivering flesh as you relinquish the death grip on his hair.

"Why’d you stop?!" you groan, looking down at him. He leans back onto the pillow and admires your for a few seconds; your wild, curly mane and your dark flesh, the jewel in your nostril, your chest as you heave in desperation and growing ire.

"I had to look at you before I made you fall apart and squirt, baby. You know I like seeing your beautiful face right before you give in to your orgasm." he smiles gently as he sees your face flush red.

"Bucky I swear if you don’t shut the fuck up and finish the job–" he wipes his mouth and sucks your essence off his fingers and dives right back in, sucking at you until he feels your nails scrape almost painfully across his scalp and your knees tighten around his ears. He feels you quiver and hears your scream muffled by your flesh. You come hot and ready as he valiantly tries to catch it all.

"Baby…" you whimper as you make eye contact, his jaw and tongue still working you until he gets every last drop, gaze never faltering as he swallows it all.

"Mm…you love me again?" he chuckles as he presses gentle kisses to your inner thighs, reluctant for you to dislodge yourself from his face.

"Who said I loved you in the first place? You got some type of nerve to be askin’ me that while I"m still sittin’ on ya face."

"Yeah I do. Now answer my question." he lifts his right hand and smacks your generous ass. You moan and he can feel your thighs clench.

"Lemme up and I’ll answer it." he lets you up and you slide down his body until you’re eye level with his crotch. You stroke his dick slowly and look at him with those lust blown eyes.

"Does this answer ya question?"

[chaneajoyyy]

Dear brilliant and stunning librarian, would you happen to have a list for:

Miguel O’Hara x black or poc reader

Simon Basset x black or poc reader

Please please please with a cherry on top if you have the time. 🙇🏾‍♀️

Oh thank you boo🥹. Hey love!!! I sure do!!!

MIGUEL O'HARA X BLACK OR POC READER

on the way, sunday mornings- @demiesworld

"idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭", a change in place, "omgg sunshine reader and her baby bots are an epitome of cuteness 😤🥺 i bet she would refuse to call then any other name than baby bots and watch miguel slowly loosing a "battle" - he will end up calling them like that too 😭", "i feel like miguel def gives rly mind blowing orgasms but not on purpose tho??", "no one can tell me that miguel isn’t the biggest gentleman ever!! He will carry your bags, open doors and all that like his life depends on it (all of it obviously with his constant frown but deep inside he couldn’t be happier)", mornings, "oml https://www.tumblr.com/inkdrinkerworld/723831735977197568/i-feel-like-miguel-def-gives-rly-mind-blowing imagine him giving you head…", "miguel would actually be *so* gently while fingering you..omg", "ab riding with miguel makes me go feral. like r is being so needy, and he's just like “this is all you're getting”, "can i request grumpy miguel x sunshine reader where miguel is more grumpy than usual because a spider keeps hitting on reader, but they’re so oblivious to the flirting and miguel interprets the interaction as them flirting back, when they’re just being nice (if that makes sense, no worries if you don’t want to :) )", "what about grumpy!reader and grumpy!miguel, like sexual tension and staredowns and aaalmost kissing but not and WHEEWAWWWSEDR", "sunshine civilian!reader and grumpy!miguel's date getting interrupted by some other anomaly and him being all grumpy and annoyed while she's just like "it's fine! just don't get hurt !!" , "could you write a blurb where autistic!reader is having a non-verbal day and miguel stops peter b from asking her a lot of questions and stuff because she can't respond? thank you <33", "Miguel prompts you say?? could i request "just...come here." pretty pls and ty xxxx", "pretty pls could u do headcannons of when miguel is jealous LORD cant get enough of him 😔😔😔", "Miguel asking Peter B for love advice since he wants so badly to ask the reader out on a date but it's been so long since he got involved with someone that he just don't know what to do 😂🩷", "Hiiiii what do you think about Miguel x grumpy!reader? I see Miguel and sunshine reader quite a lot here and as a black cat/ fellow grump…I was curious~", "Miguel doesn't want anyone to know but he actually loves that Peter brings Mayday to the association. His heart melts every time she laughs and he honestly loves watching her powers develop.", "for miguel maybe number 1 from the gesture prompts?? possibly with autistic reader<3", "mon bébé!! would u ever consider writing more abt your harleyquinn!reader x miguel?? i loved itttt soooo🥺🥺 maybe one where he learns about her past relationship with the joker and how bad he treated her which makes him want to protect and love her even moreee (also it just makes him want to track down the goddamn clown and beat the fuck outta him) I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WORKKKK", "fawn my love!! If it’s no bother, what do u think abt miguel being with a harleyquinn!fem!reader? i am dying to hear ur thots on that!b🤍🤍"- @inkdrinkerworld

multiple endings- @infernalodie

drip- @daydreamingsirens

SIMON BASSETT X BLACK OR POC READER

pleasing the duke series- @royallyprincesslilly

*IF ANYONE KNOW ANY MORE MIGUEL O'HARA AND SIMON BASSETT FICS PLEASE HIT MY LINE!!!!*

[noelan1]

Do you ever read a really questionable fanfiction or a spicy love story and think "what the fuck did I just read"

[inkdrinkerworld]

i feel like miguel def gives rly mind blowing orgasms but not on purpose tho??

18+ONLY, MDNI smut,

you're not wrong!! it's his attention to detail that makes him amazing in bed! miguel is like hyper-aware of your reactions and what makes your breath quicken or makes your legs shake and he'll just continue to do that and when you do come it's overwhelming because he's reading your body so well that it makes your head cloud and you feel dizzy as he draws the orgasm out of you! what helps too is that he talks you through it too! like he's not coaching you, more so just asking you, 'like that, amor?' or 'more, nena?' or he'll give instructions like, 'just lay still and let me take care of you, vale?' he's just very attentive and thorough so when it comes to you he's going to apply that same logic and your orgasms are always intense and they make you dizzy because he never rushes you through it, he lets you ride the complete wave of your pleasure and many times it causes one orgasm to roll directly into another. he's just the perfect lover in that sense.

[bunnisari]

“Say please”

Miguel said as he pounded his cock deeply into you. His eyes are fixated on your boobs that bounce up and down. He’s hitting your cervix so deeply, you can’t take it. Your arms gripped at the sheets, begging for mercy.

“Miggy I can’t take it!”

“t-too much!”

He only shook his head at you. “Say please baby” He challenges as he pound into you harder. He watches as all thoughts evaporate from your pretty little head. Your mouth is open agape and you can’t even bring yourself to moan. The feeling is just so good. Miguel is so big and stretches you out, his cock creating a visible bulge.

He knows you can’t say please if you wanted to. He’s purposely fucking the words right out of you.

“Awww,can’t say please baby? I guess I can’t stop and give you a break”

[lemmetreatya]

hear me out… the spiderman kiss with miguel 👉🏾👈🏾

it’s a canon event for every spidey (source: trust me)

YES ITS A CANON EVENT, SOURCE: ME!!!!

“thank you for dropping me home.” you say.

walking up the few steps to your house and getting to the front door, you turn to see miguel looking towards you with eyes that gleamed even within the charcoal blue night.

he however, stood at the bottom step.

“no worries.” he flashes with a strong smile. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

you wave him off as he turns himself around and proceeds to walk the way you both came. it was disappointing, because you thought the date had gone really well and that you were finally making progress with the man. however, seeing him be that eager to go made your heart sag.

you unlock the door to your apartment and walk in, dumping your bag by the door along with your shoes.

normally after you had a night out and the evening was still young, youd at least have a drink or a few snacks to yourself but all you wanted to do was go to your room and sulk.

flipping on your light switch, you sigh as you fling yourself onto your bed back first, your arm covering over your eyes. you would have stayed like that had it not been for the knock at your bedroom window. suddenly getting up, you shuffle towards it before opening the glass vertically. your face automatically lights up once you see who it is.

“miguel!”

he still had his shirt and smart pants on — smile as big as ever — but the man was hanging upside down in front of the glass.

“i forgot sumn.” he says, but as soon as does, he’s capturing your face in his and pulling you to kiss him within the gap of the window.

the kiss is so tailored for you that it makes you think he’d been practicing elsewhere. you’re not sure if the thought of that made you jealous or if it made you feel special that he’d do all that just for you.

regardless, once miguel (reluctantly) pulls back from the kiss, you stick your arm out to lightly hit his shoulder.

“idiot.”

“really thought i’d just leave you hanging dry like that, huh?”

rolling your eyes, you walk away from your window and back to your bed, only this time you sit on it with your arms splayed behind you.

“whatever. you coming in or not?”

miguel unlatches himself from his webs which drop him on the fire stairway just under your window before crawling up the remainder of the wall and scrambling into your bedroom.

“oh!” he says with a devious grin as soon as he lands onto your floor. “i thought you’d never ask.”

[demiesworld]

💗WIPS💗

these are my wips for this weekend. anything with a 💔 is not complete, and 💓 means im working on it (i.e. i have the story itself written, but it is not complete)!

mask on - miguel o'hara x black!fem!reader 💓

req! hantengu brothers reaction to you being half-naked 💓

req! first kiss w/ the hantengu clones 💓

req! urogi x insecure!reader 💔

req! hantengu clones x pregnant s/o 💔

req! bath time w/ the hantengu clones 💔

req! hantengu quad squad w/ hot!roommate!reader 💓

req! im seeing quadruple alt. version 💔

karaku ver. of the corruption kink series (finale) 💓

aizetsu ver. of the corruption kink series (first part)💓

i just wanted to post this to let you guys know, im not ignoring your requests, i am trying to satisfy them all in the order in which they were received! btw these are all the wips in my drafts! i have more in my box that i need to get to work on! i may just pull an all nighter since it is the weekend, and work on these during it.

[lxvvie]

Your fave who uses you to edge himself.

He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―

Not when he needs you to cum for him again.

And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...

He's close, so. fucking. close.

Fuck, baby. Bring it home for him.

Just one more time, yeah?

[wxnheart]

He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.