#miguel o'hara x male reader smut

[yanderestarangel]

𐔌 . ⋮ wet dream .ᐟ ֹ₊ ꒱ — tio miguel o'hara x male reader

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 summary: you woke up your step!uncle in a different way... Or maybe it's another perverted dream of his...?

♡⁠ smut totally inspired by my bot on janitor a.i ♡⁠

♡⁠┊tw: somnophilia, cnc, dub con, v!sex, dark romance, smut, v!sex, oral fixation, ftm reader, use of lingerie, afab anatomy, dark themes...+

Tio Miguel was back at the farm that night, another damn excuse for the family to get together, drink themselves stupid, and pretend to care about some meaningless celebration. The smell of beer, sweat, and smoke filled the air, blending with the loud, slurred conversations of relatives who would say anything after a few shots. He didn’t care about any of it — not the food, not the laughter, not the festivities.

He was there for one thing, or rather, one person: you.

Ever since his wife died, Miguel had been a shell of himself. He wasn’t the strong, untouchable man people once admired. He was broken, hollow, and full of desires that made him question every shred of decency he had left. Falling for you — his so-called “nephew” by family consideration — was proof of how far he’d fallen.

You weren’t even blood, just a boy with a face and body that made his cock stir every time you were near.

However, it didn’t matter.

He knew well how wrong it was, how twisted it looked, but that didn’t stop the fantasies from creeping into his mind every time he saw you.

And tonight, you were in everywhere — your laugh cutting through the crowd, your body moving in that damn shirt that clung to you in all the right ways. His eyes never left you, burning holes through you from across the yard. He tried to act like he wasn’t watching, like his blood wasn’t boiling every time you so much as looked his way, but the drinks in his system made it impossible. Every word exchanged between you two was laced with tension, your innocent smile betraying the way your eyes lingered on his lips or the way your voice dropped ever so slightly when you spoke to him.

It drove him insane.

By the time the party wound down, with most people passed out drunk or stumbling around like idiots, the man had enough. He muttered some excuse and made his way inside your parents’ house, heading straight to the guest room. He kicked off his boots, let his hat fall to the floor, and collapsed onto the bed, trying to drown out the heat coursing through his body with the haze of whiskey and exhaustion. But it wasn’t enough to keep his thoughts from wandering back to you.

Sleep came quickly, but it didn’t last. A sharp, intense sensation dragged him out of his slumber. He groaned, his brows furrowing as his mind struggled to piece together what was happening. Then he felt it again — hot, wet friction against his cock. His eyes snapped open, and there you were, straddling his lap like a wet dream. Your hips rocked against him, your pussy slick as it slid over his pulsing length. The soft light filtering through the window highlighted the way your body moved, and for a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.

"Is this real...? Baby- is that really you?" His voice came out muffled as you continued your shallow movements, the delicious friction of your hips making him throw his head back. He struggled to adjust his eyes to the full view of your lap—your body adorned in delicate lingerie, the lace of your panties pushed to the side, granting him a perfect view of your wet pussy grinding against his aching length.

The slick mess you were making was almost too good to be real, too intoxicating to be just another wet dream conjured by his obsessive mind. Miguel's breath shuddered as he reached for you, rough hands sliding up your thighs, gripping tight enough to bruise.

His head was spinning—whiskey, exhaustion, and now you—but this?

This felt real.

Too fucking real.

His fingers twitched as they traced the damp lace barely hanging onto your hips. He groaned low in his throat, his cock throbbing beneath you, slick with the evidence of your need.

"Dios mío..." His voice was thick, hoarse from sleep and disbelief. His grip flexed, digging into your skin as if trying to ground himself. His dark eyes dragged over your body, drinking in the way you moved—slow, teasing, grinding down against him like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

A guttural groan ripped from his chest as his hands shot up, grabbing your hips and forcing you down harder, deeper, making sure you felt every inch of him. His forehead pressed to yours, his breath hot, ragged.

"Fuck..." He hissed through clenched teeth, his thumbs digging into your skin as his lips brushed over yours—not kissing, just breathing you in. His hips rolled up instinctively, chasing the friction, the heat, the unbearable need clawing at his gut.

"You know what you're askin' for, don't you?" His voice was low, dangerous, his lips grazing against your jaw as his fingers slipped beneath your panties, pushing them further aside. "You're not gonna take it back, cariño?"

But he already knew the answer.

"Mierda... Fuck it... Just use my cock..."

He whimpered as you finally positioned his thick, precum-dripping tip at your soaked entrance, his broad hands gripping your hips with bruising force. Then, without warning, he drove himself inside, stretching you open with a deep, shuddering groan. The moans spilling from both of you were low, laced with raw hunger, the obscene slickness between your bodies making it impossible to hold back.

Fucking you raw had been an obsession—something he fantasized about every time he fisted his cock, every time he caught your scent, every time you so much as looked at him. And now that he had you, bare and perfect around him, his control frayed with every desperate thrust.

Your walls clenched around him like a vice, hot and wet, and the thought slammed into him like a freight train: he needed to fill you. His breath hitched, and his pace stuttered for a second before he fucked into you harder, deeper, chasing something primal. His heavy balls slapped against you, already aching, already desperate to claim.

Your breasts bounced with every movement, hypnotizing him, making him groan as he latched onto a nipple, sucking with messy, open-mouthed need. You were so fucking soft, so warm—his mind spun at the thought of pumping you full, making sure his release stuck, watching it drip out of you only to fuck it back in.

The pressure coiled tight in his spine, unbearable now. His grip on you tightened, possessive, as his thrusts turned sharp, desperate.

He was going to breed you—whether you realized it or not — the thought of getting his step-nephew pregnant was as sickening as it was tempting.

Miguel was gone. Lost. Drowning in the unbearable heat of your body as you sat flush against his lap, stuffed full of his cock. His breath came in ragged pants between deep, messy kisses, his lips swollen and wet from how hungrily he devoured your mouth. His hands gripped your waist tight, almost bruising, as he rocked you against him—desperate, frenzied, like he couldn’t get deep enough.

"Mi—mi niño precioso," he groaned, forehead pressed against yours as he forced you to take every inch. "So fucking good—so perfect, just like that."

His head fell back against the headboard, eyes glassy, half-lidded as he stared at the lewd mess between you. His thick length was completely buried inside your wet, twitching heat, your slick dripping down to his heavy balls, coating them in proof of how well you took him. The sight alone made him throb inside you, his hands trembling as they roamed your body.

Another sharp slap landed on your ass, making you jolt, but Miguel only grunted, rolling his hips up hard as if punishing you for squeezing him too tight. His fingers curled around the delicate fabric of your lingerie, tugging it aside to expose you more, his breaths turning ragged.

"Want me to fill you up—do you want me to get you pregnant? Make you the father of my children?"

He didn't even know what he was saying anymore. His mind was drunk on the way you clenched around him, the way your body sucked him in, begged for him without words. It made something raw and desperate coil in his gut, his grip on your hips growing almost frantic as he fucked up into you, making the bed shake.

"Tell me it’s real..." he rasped, his voice cracking as his nails dug into your soft skin. "Tell me you’ll take it—fuck—tell me I can really give it to you."

His thrusts turned erratic, brutal, his whole body trembling beneath you. Another slap, then another, hard enough to leave your skin burning. He couldn’t stop. Couldn’t hold back.

And then—he shattered.

Miguel's breath hitched as his orgasm slammed into him, a deep, broken moan tearing from his throat as he came inside you, filling you to the brim with thick, hot ropes of cum. His body locked up, muscles tensing, fingers gripping you so tight he might never let go. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, his lips trembling as he whined through the aftershocks, burying his face in your neck.

"Take it—G-God—please, take all of it."

His hips gave a few more shallow rolls, making sure he was as deep as possible, making sure none of it would go to waste. Even as the haze of pleasure started to settle, his hands were still possessively holding your hips, as if afraid you’d slip away before he could fuck you all over again.

Miguel barely registered the loss of warmth when you lifted yourself off his cock, the slick drag of your walls pulling away making his breath shudder. He felt it—his cum leaking out of you, trailing down your inner thighs, wasted. His fingers twitched, instinct screaming at him to grab your hips, push you back down, make sure you kept every drop.

But you said nothing.

No teasing remark, no soft moan—nothing. You just slipped off him, standing on unsteady legs, your body still trembling from the way he had ruined you. Miguel’s dazed eyes followed the mess between your thighs, his jaw clenching at the sight of his seed dripping from you, his mark already fading as if it had never been there.

Then, without a glance back, you left.

The door clicked shut behind you, leaving Miguel alone in the dimly lit room, his body still burning with the ghost of your touch. The air felt colder, the silence almost suffocating, but his limbs were too heavy, his mind too sluggish to chase after you. He exhaled a deep, shaky breath, his head falling back against the pillows.

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe it was just a dream, right?

Maybe it was just another one of those sick, forbidden dreams—another twisted fantasy his mind had conjured up to torment him.

Sleep pulled him under before he could think too hard about it.

♡⁠

Morning came with golden light bleeding through the blinds, painting warm streaks across Miguel’s face. He stirred, a low groan leaving his throat as the dull ache in his muscles reminded him of the night before. His sheets smelled like sex, like sweat, like you. But the haze of sleep convinced him, again, that it wasn’t real.

Just another fantasy.

Just another sin his mind had indulged in while his hands worked over his cock in the dark. A damn perverted old man, with another dream of fucking his own nephew.

With a tired sigh, Miguel reached for his jeans on the floor, shaking them out before sliding them on—until his fingers brushed against something soft in his pocket.

His brows furrowed.

He pulled it out, and the second he saw the delicate lace of your panties, his breath caught in his throat.

Soft. Expensive. Yours.

A slow exhale left his lips, with amusement flickering behind his eyes as he let the fabric slip between his fingers. He should’ve felt guilt. Maybe he did, buried somewhere beneath the thick, heady satisfaction curling in his stomach.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, lazy, smug, still laced with sleep.

"Oh God... How I love that boy..."

His voice was hushed, almost to himself, as he tucked the lace back into his pocket.

After all, he wasn’t done with you yet.

★ ! yanderestarangel ©

[spicyspiders]

could i request a bottom male reader whom uses that trending pheromone perfume to seduce miguel, and because his (miguel’s) power comes from him splicing his dna w a spider’s he goes absolutely crazy for it? won’t leave reader alone which leads to smut? love your works and would understand if you’re not feeling this <3

Thank you! I've never heard of that perfume, but I hope this story did it justice.

If anyone asked, you did your best to try and keep your room clean and tidy. You were okay with small piles, but those messes were always quick to overwhelm you so you would try and keep your space clean. 

This could mean that there were times that you had difficulty finding certain things in your room if they were lost in those piles. If it could be difficult for you, you couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be for someone unfamiliar with your space. 

That’s why it confused you to come into your room to see Miguel throwing things around, obviously looking for something. 

“Miguel?” You asked and watched as his back stiffened. 

He turned to face you in a flash, frustration evident by not only his stiff posture, but the intense look in his red eyes.  “What’re you doing?”

“What am I doing? I should be asking what you are doing, because it looks like you’re trashing my room!”

Somehow even quicker than he had turned to face you, he had your body pressed up against the door, holding you by the arms in a tight grip. 

“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me?” Miguel asked, a wild look in his eyes. He leaned down and dragged his nose up the column of your neck. 

You knew Miguel wasn’t necessarily a vampire, but it felt like that rumor was always spreading at least every few months. You knew it wasn’t true, it was just a silly rumor after all, but right now, you were beginning to second guess. 

“I thought it was the injections at first, but then when I would take another dosage, I learned that you had locked me in this cycle,” Miguel said, pulling his face from your neck when he was done talking. Up close, you could see that his red eyes were nearly black, his pupils nearly swallowing up all of the color. 

“Cycle? What’re you talking about?” You questioned, trying to loosen your way out of his grip. 

Miguel’s fingers only tightened around your arms, his claws digging into the skin, “your smell,” he growled. “I nearly wore down the soles of my suit trying to track down where it was coming from. 

“It’s the cologne I bought,” you tried again to wrestle out of his grip, but your efforts were in vain, “I can go wash it off-”

Miguel cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. The hot press of his lips catches you off guard, making you gasp, which gives Miguel the perfect opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth. 

“I’m going to fuck you, and then I’m going to fuck you in the shower until that cologne is gone from your skin.”

You nod quickly, feeling a small shiver go through your body at the dark look that falls over Miguel’s face. “The only thing you’re going to smell like is me. Like you’re mine.” Miguel says, his fingers finding the zipper of your suit all too easily. 

Once Miguel has the top half of your suit joining one of the piles on your floor, his hands are running a warm path over the skin. His fingers find your nipples to tug and tease until they’re hard and sensitive. 

You let out a whine when one of his claws gets dangerously close to one of the nubs. Fortunately, Miguel’s fingers leave so they can continue their path down your body. 

When you’re down to your underwear, Miguel still hasn’t shed any of his suit. It’s something that you try to open your mouth and protest about, but you find yourself with his lips on top of yours, halting whatever you were going to say. 

Miguel’s tongue finds yours as it licks into your mouth. It maps over the space, from the roof of your mouth to your back teeth. He breaks the kiss after backing you up until the back of your knees meets the edge of your mattress. 

Flat on your back on your bed, Miguel still isn’t naked, but you’re down to your underwear, your hard cock straining against the fabric. Your mind goes blank when Miguel makes his way between your legs and grinds his hips down, and you can feel that Miguel is just as hard as you are. 

You gasp into his mouth when he presses his lips to yours again, this time you bring a hand to his hair so you can hold him steady and push your tongue past his lips. Just from looking at them, you knew his fangs were sharp, so you take extra care when running your tongue over them. The action makes Miguel whimper, the noise going straight to your cock. 

Your eyes fly open when sharp claws find their way to the last article of clothing you have on and shred the material enough that they can join the pile your suit made. You always found yourself throwing something away from the piles when you would finally clean your room, and this time, the underwear would join whatever else you would throw away. 

With your neck craned over to look at once was the underwear you just had on, Miguel took that time to kiss and nip with his lips and teeth at the sensitive skin of your neck. He made sure to soothe over the skin his teeth went over afterward, no doubt leaving a mark that you both knew would heal quickly. 

When you turned your head back to face Miguel, the sight of his naked body was what greeted you. His suit left both little to the imagination as well as a craving for more. There was no doubt that Miguel was attractive both in and out of his suit. What once covered his broad frame was now all gone, leaving you with the difficult choice of when you wanted to put your hands first. 

Your hand left his hair, leaving it messy as your hands made the short path down until your reached his broad shoulders. The skin underneath your fingers was warm, making a comfortably warm path down his arms. The valley of his abs was one you hoped to find yourself familiar with as you went there next. Starting from the hairs below his belly button, you made your way up his chest. 

Just like he did with you, you tease at his nipples. Whereas he only used his fingers, you had your tongue and teeth to the mix. You nip at one bud before running your tongue over the hardened skin. Once you’ve moved on to the other, Miguel is panting, and when you pull back and open your eyes, you see his have gone half-lidded and dark from the pleasure. 

“Tell me you’ve got lube,” Miguel groans, grinding his hips down so your hard naked cocks can rub together. 

It’s one of the things you knew the exact spot of in your room. You don’t want to move away, but you knew the few seconds of distance would all be worth it. 

Your stomach jumps in anticipation and fear when one of his lubed-up fingers makes its way between your cheeks when you come back to the mattress. Thankfully, his nails are now smooth, perfect to get you ready. 

You don’t know how many kisses are exchanged as he prepares you. They vary in intensity based on what you need. When one of his fingers brushes against your prostate, the kiss that accompanies it is wet and messy. When a second and third join to get you open, Miguel showers your face in soft kisses as you occasionally let out little noises of discomfort from the thickness of his fingers. 

“Please,” you beg over the noise of his three fingers pumping in and out wetly. You aren’t really sure what you’re begging for, but you’re pretty sure it could be an end to the intense pleasure he’s giving you. For Miguel to finally push you over into orgasm with his fingers. Or it could be for his cock, the sight of it you’ve caught glimpses of ever since his suit was gone. 

Just the sight of it was intimidating, but you still let out a punched out noise when Miguel nearly folded your body in half so he could rub the head of his wet cock against your hole. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly, digging your heels into his back to try and spur him on. Your head fell back onto the bed when he finally pushed inside, Miguel’s hips falling forward until he was all the way inside.

You felt impossibly full, the thickness and length of his cock carving out a space deep within your body. 

You raised your head from the bed, feeling sweat drip down your neck. Miguel’s tongue followed the bead of moisture, panting wetly against the heated skin of your neck. He tried to kiss you, but all you could give back was drawn-out moans that he chased with his tongue.  

Opening your eyes after the kiss was done, Miguel watched you with an expression full of lust, his red eyes nearly black. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, sweat that was threatening to cause the grip of your legs to loosen from his hips.

When your legs began to actually fall, Miguel caught your legs, holding you down to the bed with a tight grip on your thighs. He kept his eyes on your face, watching as your expression morphed from discomfort to bliss as he pulled out and began a steady pace. 

Holding you down, Miguel thrust forward, again and again, your noises of pleasure being pulled from your body as his cock nailed your prostate. His heavy balls smacked against your skin, the noise of the motion filling the room as your sweaty skin made contact over and over. 

Your cock leaked against your stomach, making a messy puddle of sweat and precum. Your body felt tight like a bowstring, like your cock was ready to spill and coat the rest of your stomach with your cum. You knew you were close, not only from that feeling, but also the physical sensation in your gut, a warmth that was steadily spreading as your orgasm approached. 

“Gonna pump you so full, everyone will know what we’ve done. You’ll fucking reek of me, of my cum.” Miguel said, his voice gruff and deep, full of an intensity that you knew only he could deliver. 

The words sent you over orgasm, your back arching off the bed. Over and over the aftershocks ran through your body, sending sparks of pleasure from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. 

Afterward, you could only lay there as Miguel used you for his pleasure. He held you in a bruising grip to create the perfect channel for his cock to fuck into. It was almost too much, stars of overstimulation bursting behind your eyes when he finally came after a few stuttered thrusts. 

You knew the ache in your body wouldn’t last, but you still couldn’t help the whimper that came from your throat when Miguel let your legs go. He maneuvered you around until his softening cock could slip free and he was able to wrap his body around yours. 

“You’re throwing that cologne away after I fuck you in the shower when we wake up,” Miguel said, and though he was tired, his voice was still full of the command that you were used to. 

“Maybe I should keep it know what it-”

Miguel runs his sharp fangs over the back of your neck, his claws once again making their presence known where his arms are wrapped around your waist. The prick of them cut off your words, but you can’t help the snicker that comes out. 

Nearly on the edge of sleep, Miguel pulls you out, “did you buy it on purpose?”

You let out a yawn before responding, “I wasn’t trying to seduce you, Miguel, I just liked the way it smelled,” you said, hoping that he wasn’t able to hear how your heartbeat stuttered from the lie. 

[hadesrise]

## miguel o’hara thirst !!

warnings──── nsfw content, werewolf!reader, bottom!miguel, heat cycle, breeding, knotting, marking, free use kink, monster sex, belly bulge, squirting, slight bloated belly

author’s note──── based on this and this wonderful thirst from a wonderful author.

MINORS, FEM READERS DNI !!

Miguel O’Hara, who wants to be used by you for your own pleasure, wants you to ruin him, make his cunt take your big fuckin’ cock, breed him, mark him yours. He knows the risk of full moons, how it affects your werewolf genes and makes you feral, a stark contrast to the way you usually are. He knows how it can make you lose your mind, being fully consumed by the animalistic urge to just fuck and knot something, anything.

He knows and yet, he still chooses to unlock the door of the chamber in the Spider Society Base made specifically for you to deal with the heat cycle alone and away from anyone in order to prevent any accidents, claiming he has the responsibility of taking care of your every needs; the only one, that is.

Miguel O’Hara, who instantly drools at the sight of you growling and snarling, glowing yellow eyes tainted in lust and the urge to breed, snout baring sharp teeth that itches to bite and mark something, like an absolute feral animal. His wet, quivering hole clenches around nothing, heat pooling in the depths of his stomach as the want to be wrecked and knotted by you increasingly grew. You could fuckin’ smell it, the scent of his desperation and want, his prepped, lubbed up hole ready to be used. It causes you to let out a deep, hungry growl as you waste no time to manhandle him onto the bed.

Miguel O’Hara, who’s bent over in a mating press, his own claws scratching the mattress as each of your rough and heavy thrusts rips out screams from his throat and destroys his fuckin’ cunt, your big inhuman sized cock practically rearranging his guts and creating a bulge in his fit stomach. Hole utterly used and abused, Miguel couldn’t do anything but sob as you force him to take your cock, mercilessly pulling orgasm after orgasm, not stopping even after he’s violently shaking from overstimulation.

“Fuck! Wai— aghhh! T-too much—! Too mu— ohhh!” He would struggle against you, sobbing uncontrollably because it felt so fuckin’ good it hurts, only for his wrists to be pinned down by your clawed hand as you drill into him more, ripping another scream out of him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, sparks appearing in his vision. Drools and tears dripping down his face, his own cum covering his body, everything felt messy and filthy.

You let out a low snarl, the human mind completely shut down with your animalistic urges instead taking the lead. You could feel it, sense it, smell it — how much he loves this, being treated like a sex toy, like a female animal in heat, insides begging to be your cum dump, to be bred and knotted until his belly’s swollen. The knowledge causes you to bite down hard on his shoulder with a possessive growl, no doubt leaving a huge mark as the metallic taste of blood touches your tongue. The pain immediately makes Miguel toss his head back on the pillow, eyes wide, screaming and body convulsing, cum weakly shooting out of his cock from how much he came.

Miguel O’Hara, whose tongue hangs out from his mouth at the pure ecstacy, mind completely fucked dumb by you, vision unfocused as whines, moans, and screams erupts from his sore throat. He feels your big cock convulsing inside him and he trembles in anticipation and excitement despite not being in his right mind, abused hole tightening more around you, as if to beg for your cum.

Miguel O’Hara, who babbles incoherent words and stupidly begs for your knot like a whore, throwing away every bit of sanity and pride and dignity he had left. Desperate for your cum like a bitch in heat, even though you’re the one in heat right now. He sobs and begs for you to breed him, fill him up to the brim, get him pregnant. Let him be your personal breeder.

Miguel O’Hara, who moans erotically and loudly at the feeling of your knot stretching his hole and your huge load of cum gushing into him, thoroughly filling his womb as his cock squirts on his stomach that was still bulging. Eyes rolled back into his skull, tongue out, and trembling violently, unable to come down from the intense climax. You were still cumming, Miguel could feel his belly start to bloat from its amount, whines leaving his lips. A werewolf’s cum is twice the amount of humans, as expected.

He hears a soft growl rumble from your throat before you started purring, licking his shoulder and neck affectionately as your cock finally stopped shooting ropes of white semen, and he moans softly, your loose grip on his wrists allowing him to tug them off so he could touch your soft fur.

Miguel O’Hara, whose lips are stretched upwards to form a dumb smile on his face as he rubs his thoroughly bred belly, whimpering happily at your knot still not retracting.

And just like that, he limps out of the chamber with your cum still inside him only to come back the next day begging for you to knot and breed him again.

Miguel O’Hara, who knows he certainly won’t be able to walk for days if he continued this, yet can’t bring it in himself to stop.

After all, a good and generous leader takes care of his member’s every need, right?

© all rights reserved to hadesrise ──── stealing, plagiarising, or using my works for monetary gain is strictly prohibited. ask permission before reposting or translating.

[asratery]

ftm!miguel o’hara x male reader

“no puedo—hic—no puedo—” miguel’s words were barely coherent over the wet sound of your skin making contact with his. he’d been so confident just hours ago, telling you he could take your cock easily while you were just a couple fingers deep in his cunt. however that confidence had wavered when you pulled your pants down your thighs, your heavy cock springing out, the girth covering his pretty pussy from your view as it hovered over his throbbing clit.

and now here he was, bent in half with the help of your webs as you pounded into his cunt, his velvety walls sucking you in with every thrust of your hips as broken cries spilled past his lips. miguel couldn’t count the number of times he’d cum by now, but the soaked sheets beneath him told him that squirting wasn’t out of the question.

“thought you said you could take it, baby?” you huffed out between thrusts. “what, my little boss wants to act like a brat and now he thinks he can tap out? fuck no.” miguel couldn’t even respond, letting out a weak moan as another orgasm washed over him, a gush of his fluid lubing you up for another round. “fuck, there you go, baby.” you groaned, slowing your thrusts so he could catch his breath and you could watch his milky fluids drip between you two. “making a mess, doll.” miguel whined softly, his pussy still pulsing around you as he slowly came down from his high.

miguel shook his head weakly when you started moving again, his walls already fluttering around you. “fuck, don’t tell me you’re already gonna cum again, sweetheart.” you grunted out, watching his legs tremble when your hips pressed flush with his. fuck, why’d you have to be so big? you didn’t leave an inch of his pussy untouched, grinding against sweet spots he didn’t even know existed when you moved.

“such a perfect fit.” you growled out when the tip of your cock smooched his cervix, and fuck, that was so hot. he could already feel yet another orgasm approaching, tingling waves of pleasure hitting him tenfold as your thick cock slid along his walls. miguel was babbling out pleas, begging you to just hold on a moment, that he needed more time before he could cum again.

streaks of milky fluid spilled from his weeping cunt, soaking the already drenched sheets in his fluids as he let out a sob. thick tears slid into his hair as his whole body was wracked with tremors because you just kept pounding into miguel, fucking him through the best orgasm of his life. when you did eventually slow, letting your cock rest inside him, you leaned over him and peppered kisses to his face that miguel weakly returned.

“just one more, baby.”

hey 😏

[ellierium]

thinking about miguel o'hara. technically im always thinking about miguel o'hara but rn im thinking about miguel o'hara getting a blowjob and absolutely losing it. he's so sensitive and vocal, and every time the tip of his dick gets sucked, he shudders hard.

"dios—" he chokes out, "bebé, porfa, no puedo más—"

he likes when he's kissed while he cums— loves when his moans and whimpers are swallowed up as he cums all over his chest and hand.

[deadduvznap]

crybaby miguel waking up to getting his pussy ate, he’s already cum so many times in his sleep and now he’s just a teary mess 🙏

hed be so sensitive by the time he wakes up omg hed literally be shaking in his sleep bcs its so much for him hed be crying and whining and so disoriented and hed be so much more vocal that if he was awake and his cut is leaking EVERYWHERE bcs he feels so good ugh hed be a little whore

[nekoyin]

ty for feeding us ftm simps this is so yummy

Miguel O’Hara x ftm!Reader

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CW: Eating out, overstim, “pussy” and “cunt” used, mild degrading. I’m not fluent in Spanish so I apologize if smth is wrong 😅.

I’ve never written an x reader before but I can’t find any ftm reader ones so… I’ll write my own.

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Miguel has been rather… feral for hours now. Your legs tremble as you desperately try to keep yourself up to avoid suffocating him, the only sounds being your moans and the wet slurping of his mouth in your pussy. He has a tight grip on your waist, encouraging you lower until you feared he couldn’t breathe.

You cry and whimper as you feel another orgasm approaching. What was this now, the fifth one? Maybe sixth? You lost count long ago. He just couldn’t get enough. Any time you begged to stop or take a break he just tightened his grip on you, pushing you to another orgasm.

“M-Miggy… Mig- I ca-an’t… Fuck…” You stutter and cry more as he fucked your tight cunt with with tongue. He seems so desperate for your taste, the feeling of your wet pussy on his face drove him mad.

He pulled away only to mumble, “Just a little more, mi príncipe…” before returning to lapping at your cunt like a desperate dog. You moan and shudder as his tongue runs over your sensitive clit over and over. His face is so wet and sticky from your juices.

Miguel pulled away once again. “Look at you. Look at how pathetic you are above me, Amor.” His voice is dripping with so much lust and desire

Your fingers grip his hair desperately as you approach another orgasm. He quicker his pace, lapping at your cunt and letting his tongue occasionally slip inside your tight hole as he brings you to the edge. You writhe above him and cry out as another violent orgasm rips through you.

This just excited him more. He eagerly slurped up all your juices as they dropped from your aching pussy. He didn’t even care about his own painful erection he had been ignoring this whole time. All he cared about was tasting your sweet cunt on his tongue.

Miguel pulled away to let you catch your breath as you trembled above him. He gently traced circles on your hips and thighs, helping you relax as much as you could while still straining to stay upright.

“Hmm… such a pretty boy… I can hardly resist you…” Miguel coos as he places gentle kisses to your inner thighs. “Ready for another, dear?”

Your pussy ached just at the thought of another orgasm. Before you get the words out; with one quick motion he’s flipped your position. Miguel his now above you… well… between your legs, your back against the bed as he once again buries his face in your cunt.

He looks up at you from between your legs with these adorable desperate eyes, pleading you to let him just have a bit more. You nod, fingers gripping his hair as he eagerly starts eating you out once more.

[yanderestarangel]

So I saw a MSFW picture of Miguel and I had an idea.

Stepfather Miguel x FTM reader. The plot is that stepfather Miguel has been possessive and obsessed with his ftm stepson and the stepson actually enjoyed the older man’s attention.

The main smexy part is that Miguel asks his stepson to give him a pink desert. The reader thought Miguel meant a cake until Miguel pushes him on the kitchen counter and starts eating out his pussy (the pink desert was the readers cunt.)

- 🍒 anon. (You don’t have to do this request if it makes you uncomfortable! Love your works.)

TW: SMUT, EAT OUT, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT, HANDJOB, STEPFATHER X STEPSON.

I think it's cute when anons use emojis to identify themselves (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

art credit @/marmar0u on twitter (X)

Miguel was a man of forty-three years old, with a poorly groomed beard and some white hair in his locks ─ despite his tall stature he already had a "dad body" physique with a protruding tummy and some rough muscles in his arms and thighs... And now he had entered your family. You didn't like the idea of ​​having a stepfather at first, but what was supposed to be a bad relationship became like a balm for your stressful days.

It was common for the older man to spoil you with expensive gifts like perfumes, clothes and everything you asked for or wanted; your desires were his desires too. Honestly, it seemed like he was more attached to you than his own wife. Miguel protected you from everyone who tried to go against you and you could always count on his soft lap and good hugs at the end of the day. Your stepfather loved having you in his arms, close to him... In his control.

It was obvious to outsiders that Miguel was a man obsessed with you, possessive and jealous. No man or woman could come close to his beloved stepson ─ he used manipulation, threats and even money to keep you all to himself, especially being the only father figure you had in your life. Bringing you close to him with praise for every little thing you did wasn't difficult, especially when you cooked for him.

In the distorted head of your dear stepfather, every dish made for him was a preparation for you to be his little husband one day, perhaps when he would have enough courage to ask for a divorce from your mother; but until then he liked to have control of his body and mind.

── That was supposed to be an ordinary night, the warm afternoon gloom still hung in the air as you walked around the house to prepare dinner since your mother had gone out to visit some of your relatives. You obviously preferred to stay in the company of your stepfather Miguel, who was drinking some beer in the living room armchair and watching every move you made around the kitchen.

He had controlled himself a lot in the last few days and gave you more personal space than he should have, making you even meet new people. Jealousy consumed every fiber of the tanned man's being, leading him to have a simple idea to put you in your place.

"You know boy, I wanted you to make a pink dessert would you give me?" His voice came out hoarse as you watched the older man stand up to his full height, as you saw him smirk mischievously, his adam's apple bobbed visibly, desire pooling in his voice.

You initially agreed innocently, already getting ready to get the ingredients and make a strawberry cake, but soon you felt thick calloused hands on your wrists as he bent you under the cold marble counter and pulled down your shorts along with your underwear ── exposing the pink flesh of your pussy, while you felt his breath mixed with expensive drink. Miguel savored the sight of your exposed little cunt, his hunger growing with each passing second. He lowered his head further, capturing your clitoris between his lips and flicking it gently with his tongue.

"Oh, you taste delicious mi hijo," he moaned against your flesh, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive bud. His hands gripped your thighs harder, spreading you wide open for his pleasure. He paused momentarily, admiring the pink folds of your sex before delving back in, eager to explore every inch of you. His tongue darted inside, teasing and probing, causing your hips to buck deliciously.

"I could eat you out all night, boy... Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, baby boy?" His fingers dug gently into your thighs, seeking permission with his gaze. As you nodded regardless of whether it is right or wrong he dove back in, licking and sucking your clit with renewed vigor, savoring the taste of you. His tongue danced around, teasing your folds and driving you further into pleasure.

He growled low in his throat, responding to the dominance behind your request. His fingers bit into your flesh harder, claiming ownership as he devoured your pussy. Each thrust of his tongue was a claim, each suckle a promise. An intense heat surged between us, fueling the connection and burning brighter with every pass.

He thrust blindly, driven by a newfound ferocity. The sweetest sound escaped your mouth-your pleas for 'papi'-and he used it to feed his hunger. His free hand reached for his erection, stroking it through his boxers ─ "So you enjoy being ravaged by your papi, mi pequeño?" Miguel purred, his grip on his cock tightening as he watched your reaction.

Each stroke matched the rhythm of his tongue, mirroring the passion between you both.

Every time he swirled it around your clit, his shaft leapt in his hand, pulsating in sync. His tongue lashed at your most sensitive spots, eliciting fresh moans from deep within you.

The combination of stimulation left you gasping under his careful touch; Miguel was determined to send you high... A desperate need to please, to dominate, consumed him entirely. His beard scraped against your skin with each frantic movement, adding another layer to the sensations engulfing you.

His tongue lashed at your clit, twirling it one last time to push you over the edge. His hand pumped furiously, matching the intensity of your release. Watching you climax drove him wild, a surge of pure hunger coursing through him. He pulled away reluctantly, leaving your pussy wet and quivering from the attention. With a final, satisfied stroke, he came undone, splattering onto his stomach. A growl resonated in the air as he relished the view of your satisfaction.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his gaze locked on your flushed face. Victory and possession painted across his features, a silent declaration of his newfound control. Your stepfather leaned down to kiss your dripping slit, a quiet congratulations for reaching a peak only he could provide.

"Next time, it'll be my turn mi hijo... Thanks for the dessert."

[spicyspiders]

i know we will go farther

Miguel O'Hara x male reader smut. Just a little something short for father's day. Warnings for daddy kink (happy father's day to Miguel, and Miguel only) and slight bondage (Miguel ties the reader's wrists up)

Clothed or unclothed, Miguel was always a sight to behold. You could spend hours watching him, memorizing the way what he wore would shift and pull on his body. His suit left little to the imagination and clung tightly to his broad shoulders. 

You never imagined that you would get the opportunity to see underneath his suit. Even after the romp in his bed after a particularly intense mission, you never thought you would have the chance to do it again. 

It kept happening and happening, and each time you found yourself in his bed, you spent all the time you could mapping out his body with your hands and eyes. 

You don’t remember the number of times you had slept with him, too blinded by the intense orgasms he would cause you to have, that it became more permanent than the one-time thing you expected, but it eventually did. 

Miguel’s tired “stay” and the pull of his arm around your body pulls you back into his bed, not knowing that his bed was now yours as well. It’s not talked about the next morning in a conversation that you should have probably had, but you come to accept the new situation. Later into that next day when you opened Miguel’s closet to find your suit as well as the other articles of clothing you wore, it only solidified what was started. 

“Everything else is in the third drawer,” Miguel said after padding into the room, and that was that. 

After your stuff was moved into his room, you never really ended up opening that third drawer. Instead, you opted into wearing whatever of Miguel’s looked comfortable. It was almost obsessive, the way you would only choose clothing that you had seen the other man had worn, but each item was different. 

Short sleeve shirts let you see all of the veins in his arms, whereas long sleeves would cover them up, but how the fabric would cling tightly to his arms would make you wish you had claws of your own so you could tear the fabric away. Sweaters made the man look soft and comfortable, showing a side that Miguel would rarely show. 

You wore your own pants, but the thought always popped into your head of how they would look on Miguel. You always came to a similar conclusion that the pants would of course look good on him. With how perfect Miguel’s ass was, anything could make it look good. 

Miguel could so easily turn you on just from the clothes he wore, and the man knew exactly the effect he could have. It almost felt like each day you were getting riled up to finally find some form of release when Miguel would pull his clothes off at the end of the day. 

By that time, you had trouble keeping your hands to yourself. Miguel had already made a few comments about tying your hands up and see how you would react, but the comment would soon be forgotten after Miguel remembered firsthand how good your hands could make him feel. 

However, days after he had made the comment again, you entered your bedroom to find Miguel lounging on the bed, a red rope held loosely in one hand. 

The rope captivated your attention, your mind stuck on thoughts of what Miguel was possibly going to do with it. With your attention stolen, time passed in a blur, and you only found your focus again when Miguel wrapped the rope around your wrists and tied your hands together. 

Miguel had pulled your clothes as before tying your hands, so when he pushed your down with two of his warm hands on your shoulders, you were left kneeling on the floor between his spread legs, naked and bound. 

You watched with bated breath as Miguel took his clothes off. The articles joined the pile yours made in a corner of the room, the last piece being his underwear. 

Miguel wasted no time guiding you forward between his spread legs so he could feed his cock into your mouth. His cock was still almost entirely soft, but that did not deter you. You weren’t sure if Miguel was aware, but most of the time you preferred his cock to be soft when you took it in your mouth. You already loved sucking his cock, but being able to feel his cock thicken up on your tongue was an added bonus. 

Miguel’s cock was intimidating in size, even when soft, but it sent a thrill through your body knowing how big it would get. With your hands bound, it made you nervous as you felt his cock harden on your tongue. If your hands were free you would pull off his cock and wrap your hand around what couldn’t fit in your mouth, but in the moment, all you could do was pull off. 

You wished at least one of your hands was free so you could wrap your fingers around the base and pull the foreskin down so you could tease the head with your tongue. It always made Miguel softly swear when you would tease the sensitive glands on the head of his cock with your tongue, but now all you could settle for was running your tongue under his foreskin. 

It nearly had the same outcome, and at the sound of Miguel’s low groan, you could feel your cock starting to harden. 

“Want more?” Miguel asked before he wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. Now fully hard, he guided it back into your mouth the second you gave a stiff nod. 

Almost halfway, you tried to stop, but a hand at the back of your neck kept guiding you down. Slowly, Miguel pushed his cock deeper than you had ever taken it, making you gag. 

“C’mon, baby, I know you can take it,” Miguel said. Pulling away, he gave you a moment to breathe while he gave a few pulls to his cock. 

You couldn’t help but squirm around. You had energy that you wanted to use that you weren’t able to because of your bound hands. You wanted to wrap your hands around Miguel’s cock and stroke it for him, but all you could do was pant wetly at his feet. 

Miguel smirked and again wrapped a hand around the base. This time, he led the head of his cock to your lips to smear around the bead of precome that had come out as he tugged at his cock. 

“Want more?” Miguel asked, and when you eagerly nodded, his smirk turned into a toothy grin, his fangs out and gleaming in the light of your bedroom. “Want daddy’s cock?”

You felt a hot wave of lust flow through you at the singular word. You have never called Miguel that before, and weren’t sure if he would even be into that, but hearing the word come from his mouth made you excited. 

You licked your lips, chasing the bitter flavor that was left from his precome, and nodded eagerly again, “yes.”

“Yes what, baby?” Miguel asked back in a low voice. 

Your cock gave a twitch as your mouth formed around the word, “yes, daddy.”

“Good boy,” Miguel responded. 

You felt his praise wash over you as you teased the exposed head of his cock with your tongue. You wished you could put your hands on his thighs and feel the strong muscles twitch under your fingers as you pleasured him with your mouth, but you were happy to watch as the muscles twitched from your doing. 

Miguel’s praise echoed throughout your brain as you took his cock in deeper. You did your best to push through your gag reflex, but when the head of his cock met the back of your throat, you felt it trigger. 

It brought tears to your eyes as your throat struggled to take in the girth of Miguel’s cock. Your tears spilled over when Miguel left your throat with a groan. You opened your eyes that had slipped shut while his cock was in your throat, ready to give him an apology. You were instead taken aback as you watched Miguel wrap a hand around his cock and give a few quick wet pulls. 

You watched in awe as Miguel came with a loud moan. His sweaty chest heaved up and down as his cock spurted white strands that landed messily on your face. A few even managed to land in your half-open mouth, coating your tongue with the taste of Miguel’s spend. The taste reminded you of your own cock, which hung between your legs, dripping strings of precome. 

In a flash, Miguel is leaving his spot on the bed and making his way down on the floor to claw your hands free. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs as maneuvers you until he can make his way between your spread thighs. 

Your hips jump when Miguel wraps a hand around your cock to start a steady rhythm. 

Miguel licks at his come on your face, and pushes his tongue in your open, panting mouth, only when he’s satisfied that he’s cleaned up the mess. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper when Miguel pulls away. 

Miguel’s brows drop to look at you in confusion, “for what?” Miguel questions, still stroking your cock. 

“Couldn’t,” you let out a breathy moan as Miguel’s thumb teased at the wet head of your cock before continuing, “couldn’t take you all the way.”

Miguel presses a wet kiss to your lips before dipping down to nip at the skin of your neck. “You did so well for me, baby,” he says into the sweaty crook of your neck. He kisses a path up to your ear, “did so good for your daddy,” he whispers hotly into your ear. 

His words push you over the edge and you come across his fist, coating the tan skin with your white ropes of come. 

Miguel strokes you through it, and stops when your cock begins to soften in his fist. He gathers you into his arms and the two of you exchange soft kisses as you come down from your orgasm. 

“We can practice again once I buy a new rope,” Miguel says after pulling away from a kiss, only to them initiate another. 

“You should get a blue and a red one next time,” you respond and feel a shiver run through your body at the possessive look that flashes in Miguel’s eye.

[hadesrise]

## good puppy !!

summary──── contrary to popular belief, miguel isn’t a brat.

pairings──── miguel o’hara x male reader

warnings──── nsfw content, foul language, top!soft dom!reader, bottom!sub!miguel, collar, sir kink, unprotected sex, oral ( r receiving ), praise kink, breeding, anal plug, orgasm control, overstimulation, name calling ( slut, whore ), subspace, degradation if you squint, mating press

author’s note──── please correct my spanish if it’s wrong, i’ll edit it immediately.

MINORS DNI !!

From the way Miguel acts as a strict, cold, intimidating leader of the Spider Society, people often assume he’s the dominant one when it comes to relationship, the one doing the fucking and not letting anyone have control over him. Nobody could even imagine him being manhandled on the bed, let alone be submissive. If he was the one taking it, he’d probably be as much of a brat as he can.

But you disregard those claims, because contrary to popular belief, Miguel isn’t a brat. He can be if he wants to, such as when the lack of attention from you puts him in a bad mood or he just wants to be pounded so hard he pass away in the end, but in usual cases, he’s far from a brat like anyone imagines. All those trauma and terrible experiences left Miguel aching and bleeding, the necessity to build up thick walls to surround himself overwhelming him as he coated his heart in ice to protect himself. However, it didn’t completely shield him away from his growing need to be held and taken care of. To just melt into someone’s arms without thinking about the multiverse for a second.

It was difficult to get Miguel to open up. Have his walls crumble down, trust you enough to show his vulnerability. But when you managed to get through that side of him, Miguel drastically changed. He was no longer the scary leader nor Spiderman, he was simply a man wanting to be loved and held, encaged by the safety of your arms. It was adorable, really. How he would always lean into your touch and melt into your arms. How he would whimper everytime you take care of him, heart swelling and tears stinging his eyes. How he’s eager to please you, make you feel good like how you make him feel good. How he does everything you ask of him, a big difference to the leader persona he shows in front of the Spider Society.

The door of your bedroom creaks open, causing a small smile to stretch your lips. It’s shut and locked behind the tall and buff frame of your husband before his heavy footsteps approached, you immediately closing your book and setting it on the bedside table. You turn your body to face Miguel, feet touching the floor, and leans back on the soft mattress of the bed using your hands. As if instinctual, Miguel kneels in between your spread legs and snuggles on your thigh, looking up at you through that lashes of his with lust.

You hum appreciatively, loving the way he’s obedient. “What do you want, mi corazon?” You gently slip your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

Miguel squeezes your thighs, whimpering softly at your touch. “You... Just you, please.” You coo at his begging and cup his jaw with one hand, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his plump lips. “Wan’ you inside, por favor, mi vida, fill me. Breed me.” He whines, rubbing his thighs together to soothe the aching in his crotch.

Your cock hardens in your pants as you breathe deeply, the pretty sounds of him begging striking an arousal within your body. You tilt your head with a soft look in your eyes while your hand continue to hold his jaw, “Again? Sweetheart, I’ve already bred you this morning. I even placed a plug inside you so all of my cum will stay inside. You still want more?” Your tone was soft and soothing, not an ounce of annoyance visible.

Miguel nods almost frantically, leaning into your palm. “Can’t get enough being full of you,” He breathlessly whispered, rubbing your thighs up and down in a slow motion, as if to tempt you. “Please, mi amor.”

You chuckle lowly. Loving this side of Miguel, submissive and vulnerable only for you. Your hand let go of his jaw to instead grab his hand and lead it to your belt, “Undress me yourself. Get my cock all nice and wet, then maybe I’ll think about it.” Miguel was quick to obey as he unbuckled your belt, unbuttoning your pants and sliding it down along with your underwear enough to free your hard cock to spring up. His mouth watered at the sheer length and girth, stroking it gently with his hand. You moan softly, hands going back to the bed to lean back, a silent gesture that implied Miguel’s free to do anything on his own.

He gathered enough spit in his mouth before dripping it on your cock, stroking it up and down afterwards to spread the wetness. The squelching sounds making his face heat up, but not stopping his work nonetheless. Miguel kisses the tip, earning a sigh of content from you, before sliding it into his mouth swiftly. You instantly groan at the warmth that surrounded, his tongue lapping up the underside of your cock, Miguel nearly moaning at the taste of you as his hips buckled. “Go on, Miguel.” You encouraged, thrusting your hips once. This time, he doesn’t suppress a moan as he begins bobbing his head, hand stroking the remaining space where his mouth couldn’t take at the same time with the movement of his head, focused on making you feel good.

You moaned, one hand going up to softly pet his hair as a reward. Miguel whines around your cock in response as he fastens his pace. You can see his hips swaying from this angle, probably fucking himself on the plug using the heel of his feet, but clearly not enough due to the soft whines he lets out.

“Such a desperate little puppy,” The label has him whimpering as he grips your thigh with one hand. “Want me to fuck you so bad? Breed you with my babies?” He nods with a moan, tears staining his cheeks. Your fingers slip through his hair, “Then you can take more, right?” Before he could respond in any way, you pushed his head all the way to the base of your cock as he gags and chokes at your tip touching and nearly stretching his throat. His knees trembling, hands gripping your thighs, Miguel’s vision starts to get unfocused as he takes what you give so obediently. “Fuck, so fuckin’ good,” You hissed.

Miguel doesn’t even fight back when you start to fuck his throat without mercy, occassionally gagging and choking with tears spilling from his eyes, taking you so fucking well like a good slut. He even fucks himself on the plug in time with your thrusts in his throat, having nothing in mind but you, you, you.

God, he fucking loves being used for your own pleasure. He loves hearing your groans and moans, loves making you feel good. Miguel utterly loses himself, the responsibility and burden disappearing from his thoughts, completely submitting to you as he stares at you with love filled eyes, you could almost see a heart in them. He rubs his cock through his pants as you keep abusing his throat, the pleasure of being controlled making him tremble.

After what felt like hours, Miguel finally feels your cock throbbing in his mouth, and he whines, a pleading look appearing in his eyes. “Fuck, cummin’, sweetheart.” You groaned. “Where do you want me, puppy? Your face? Your tits? Down your throat?” Miguel lets out a slutty moan at the last option, making you chuckle breathlessly. “F’course, you want it to be down your throat. My good slut.” You grunted, feeling the knot in your stomach coiling at the approaching orgasm.

Miguel’s eyes roll back when you shoved your cock deeper into his throat and spilled your cum, choking and moaning. He whimpers, swallowing every bit of it. Chest heaving up and down, you take a deep breath and gently stroke his head. “Good boy, Miguel. Swallowing it without being asked.” He keens and looks up at you with a dazed look before pulling back with a pop, making sure to drag his tongue the underside of your cock that made you groan. Miguel licks the tip and press a kiss, his breath heavy from the arousal.

“M’sorry, sir,” Miguel mumbled, kissing your inner thigh with an apologetic look, cheeks stained with tears. “M’so sorry, didn’t mean to,” God, the submissive sounds he keeps letting out makes your head spin. It gives you both the urge to ruin and wreck him as well as spoil him with your love at the same time, knowing how much he deserves both of it. He’s so fucking good for you, you just want to carve every initial of your name in his guts.

“What are you apologizing for, hm?” You pretended not to know why he was apologizing as you hold his cheek with one hand, wiping his tear off with your thumb.

Miguel placed his hand above yours and leaned into your touch, his hips unconsciously swaying when the wet stain in his crotch became uncomfortable. “Didn’t— Didn’t mean to cum, sir, promise. Lo siento, lo siento...” He repeats, closing his eyes and kissing your palm, as if to ask for forgiveness. More tears spilled from his eyes. You could tell he was feeling light-headed, his unfocused vision being the proof of that despite his attempts to shake it off.

He’s been a lot distracted today, that usual snarl of his nonexistent and barks oddly refusing to come out from his mouth. Miles and Gwen were weirded out by his quiet demeanor because this was the first time they had seen Miguel be... at his best behave, he wasn’t throwing chairs or angrily shouting at anything. He didn’t seem to be in a best condition either, just seeming unwell as he forced himself to bark orders as best as he could. Miguel just wanted to be held by you all day, the missions and overwhelming responsibility of the multiverse pressuring him to the edge and exhausting him completely. He’s been fighting the vulnerability, not wanting anyone else to see him like that, forcefully pushing his consciousness away from the space within his mind that tells him to just let everything go. You would occassionally send him worried glances, but you didn’t miss the way he leaned more into you everytime you touched him, nearly melting in your touch.

Ah, so this is why he’s been acting so adorable. You thought, humming in satisfaction. The pleased sound you made caused Miguel to open his eyes again, seeing you smiling softly at him instead of being mad. You usually hated when Miguel cums without permission, but it can’t be helped with that pretty little head of his drowning in that space.

“It’s okay, querido.” His heart fluttered at your softness. “I’m not gonna punish you today, but you know I’m not giving you what you asked for if you do it again, right?” This time, you cupped his face with both hands and kissed him gently.

Miguel whimpers, grateful. “Sí, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, sir.”

“All for me?”

You moved one leg to rub his crotch with your foot, Miguel gasping as he nods vigorously. “Sí, sí, only for you, please.”

“Such a good fuckin’ puppy,” You groan, pulling him up in a heated kiss. Miguel straddles your lap and wraps his muscular arms around your neck, reciprocating the kiss as his hips starts to grind against you, heavenly sounds escaping into your mouth. He moans particularly loud when you slipped a hand inside his pants and lightly pushed the plug, causing the kiss to be broken with a trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“Sir, mhm,” He grunted. “Want— Wan’ to take it off.”

You hum, sliding your other hand down to squeeze his slutty waist that made Miguel’s head spin. Your hands were so big, it could entirely wrap around his waist with ease. It made him ache inside, knowing the size of your hands perfectly matches your cock. “Let me take care of you, puppy. Give in, lose yourself in it, I’ll make you feel so good.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, before beginning to leave a mark as you bit and sucked harshly. Miguel moans, clinging onto you and giving in, indulging himself more in that safe space that’s been bothering him all day.

With softness in every bit of your movement, you peel off his clothes and drop them to the floor carelessly as your lips work wonders on him; licking, biting, sucking, littering his pretty skin with purple bruises and listening to heavenly sounds leaving his lips. You were so gentle and kind, Miguel can’t help but feel content as he holds onto you for dear life. Laying him down on the bed, you mutter praises in his ear while your hands explore his muscular body. Miguel felt like being worshipped, the intimacy becoming too much that tears escape his eyes and he whimpers.

You gently bit his collar and pulled, making Miguel throw his head back further in the pillow to give you more access, his arms wrapped around your back. “Please, please, sir,” He whispered almost desperately. You hummed in response, to which he whined at. “Fill me, want you already, wan’ your cock.” Begs slipping past his lips, Miguel spreads his legs to present his hole clenching around the plug.

A groan erupts from your throat, licking your lips. “Fuck, good puppy. Knowing how to beg like a slut.”

“Your slut, your puppy, please.” Miguel begs more, grabbing your hand and urging you to touch him.

You shush him gently, “Shh... I’ll take care of you, mi vida. It’s alright.” The reassurance allows him to let go as you reached down and lightly tapped on the plug, making him gasp. Pleas and begs still spilling his lips, Miguel grasped the sheets under him with his head thrown back when you pulled the plug out, your cum from the morning gushing out. He trembles at the feeling and moans softly as you kiss his forehead and then his lips, swallowing another pleas. His insides was aching to be filled and bred, twisting uncomfortably in his belly and increasing his desperation more.

He wanted you, all of you, wanted you to make him yours. He wanted you to let him know who he belongs to and mark his insides with your cum. It doesn’t matter if it makes him look like a desperate whore, a slut, he wants to feel full with your cum as you hold him in your arms. Nothing mattered anymore; his duty, his responsibilities, his position as a leader, his ego, his pride. They didn’t matter. Just you, fucking him, making love to him, breeding him, making him feel content.

Miguel whimpers when you push his legs to his chest and align your cock to his entrance, excitement and anticipation bubbling within his body. His hands latches onto your forearms. “Yes, please, sir. Fuck me, please. Want your cock, want it a—” His pleas were cut off by you suddenly shoving your dick into his gaping hole, loud gasp escaping his lips followed by a satisfied moan.

You grunted, licking your lips and smirking at the pleasure coating his face. “What do we say now, puppy?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you— fuck!” He cries out as you bottomed out in him, not giving him a time to adjust before pulling your hips back and slamming it in. Holy fuck, it felt so good, Miguel’s mind immediately goes blank as you began thrusting into him.

“Such a good fuckin’ puppy, taking me in so well,” You purred and snapped your hips harshly, making Miguel arch his back and cry out. He’s always been good at this, being fucked dumb and cock-hungry. You can’t help your heart swelling at the knowledge that he only becomes like this with you, possessiveness burning like a fire within your spirit. “Mine, aren’t you? My good puppy, my good whore?”

Miguel whined, nodding his head frantically. “Yours— augh! Yours, only yours, yes! Fuuuuck!” His claws dig into your skin when you set a relentless pace with your cock striking his prostate perfectly, making you hiss slightly in pain. Drools drip from Miguel’s open mouth as he threw his head back.

“I bet everyone’s gonna be so shocked to see you like this,” You groan when he clamps down on you in response. “The great Miguel O’Hara, nothing but a pathetic dumb adorable mess beneath me. All f’me, right, darling?” The brutal thrusts sending him further down on the mattress had Miguel delirious, unable to form coherent thoughts as he nods and mutters a series of yes’s and for you’s again, and again. His mind absolutely melting and breaking by the ruthless pleasure shooting everywhere within his body.

Fuck, he’s so fuckin’ adorable being at your mercy. Can’t do anything but moan and whine while taking your cock so well. Can’t even stutter a proper sentence as all he can think of is you and your big fucking dick drilling mercilessly into him. Very big contrast to the way you were touching him with such softness before.

Keeping your merciless pace, you leaned over to start sucking on one of his nipples and Miguel lets a sob out, shaking from sensitivity. His big tits were always sensitive and he refuses to let you touch it outside of the privacy in your bedroom due to how he won’t be able to contain himself — he could cum just from them alone, and the idea doesn’t please him when he’s in the right mind. Though, you figured he loves it when you touch it while fucking him because of his moans that just grew high-pitched.

You slammed your hips in a particularly hard thrust at the same time with your teeth biting his sensitive nipple and Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull, no sounds escaping his open mouth as he squeezed down on you. Groaning, you look down and chuckle after seeing no sight of white seed coming out from his cock, a deeply pleasant expression crossing your face. “God, fuck! You didn’t cum, puppy?”

Miguel tries to hear you out despite his mind going numb from the euphoria and weakly shakes his head, “S-sí, sí— mhmm! ahghh— wanna- wanna be good f’you, fuhck! Quiero ser bueno para ti, por favor, haah,” He moaned loudly.

Oh, motherfucker.

He really deserves a reward for being this good. His obedience drives you crazy, it feeds your ego and sadistic pleasure as electricity runs through your veins. You seemed to get bigger and harder inside him, making Miguel whine pathetically and scratch your forearm.

You reward him with another harsh thrust that sent Miguel sobbing, “Good boy, shit— such a good puppy, keeping his promise. Need a reward, hm? Good puppies deserve rewards.” You growled, pulling at his collar with your teeth.

Miguel whimpered, “Sí, sí, lo necesito— agh! Please, pleasepleaseplease.” Begging desperately, Miguel removes his hands from your forearms to hook them under his thighs and keep his legs spread in place, making you curse softly as you fastened your pace.

“Gonna breed you so fuckin’ well, puppy. Fill you up so full and so good, won’t stop even after it’s gushing out of your cunt,” You growled in his ear and Miguel arches his back to meet your thrusts, crying out and sobbing and babbling nonsense. “Gonna make you take everything in, and fuck you again so you wouldn’t feel empty ‘til the next day. Make you my breeder.” Miguel moans shamelessly at your words, clenching around you.

“Fuckfuckfuck, sir, m’gonna cum, please, sir,” He begged, toes curling as the knot in his stomach coils. “Let me cum, let me cum, please.”

Feeling your own climax approaching, your thrusts became sharp as you moan softly and grab his hands to interlock them with yours. Miguel whimpers at the intimacy. “Fuck, go on, sweetheart. Let it out, cum. Cum for me, Miguel.” As if to forcefully push him over the edge, you shoved your cock deeper into his guts in one swift motion and Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull, loud mewl and pornographic moan falling from his throat. White spots clouded his vision, mind going blank as he spurts out cum on his toned stomach, body shaking violently. You groaned, moaning when your orgasm hits as well, spilling the hot semen inside him.

You thrusted slowly and sloppily to ride out both of your orgasm, Miguel’s body still twitching from the intensity and overstimulation. You capture his lips in a lazy kiss and he attempts to reciprocate, though failing due to his mind completely in a daze. He can still see stars. “That’s it, puppy. Good boy, did so fuckin’ well. Took it so obediently,” You whisper softly, making Miguel whine.

“Thank you, thank you,” He mutters through heavy breathing, trying to gather his breath. One hand gently stroking his face, you kissed his cheek while mumbling praises that Miguel mewls at, his head still deep in submissive state. He must’ve been really exhausted and stressed if he hasn’t returned to his usual state of mind yet, so you just tend to him with softness to make up for how rough you were with him.

“Such a good boy, made me feel so good.” You praised, now rolling your hips in a gentle thrust. Miguel hums in pleasure, butterflies in his stomach at the kisses you pepper him with, so full and content. “Did I breed you well, mi amor? Does it feel good?” You kiss his neck as he tilts his head back.

“Mhm,” He moans softly. “Se siente bien, muy bien. Te amo.” Miguel squeezes your hand as his other hand caressed his belly, where it feels euphoric and so, so full.

You kissed his lips gently, “Yo también te quiero, mi vida.” He wraps his legs around you and reciprocates the kiss, moaning when you sucked his tongue. Holding both of his hands now, you gently pinned them on the mattress beside his head and pressed a kiss on his forehead, still rolling your hips. “I have to clean you up soon, you want a bath?”

Miguel shakes his head and rolls his hips in time with your thrusts, making you moan softly. “More, please? Wan’ you to breed me more.”

You hum, sharply snapping your hips. Miguel gasps. “So needy, huh? My adorable puppy.” He whines, which you’re quick to shush. “Don’t you worry, darling. I’ll give it all to you. You’ve been such a good obedient boy, and good boys deserve rewards.” Miguel mutters a quiet thank you before you pulled your cock all the way to the tip and slammed back into him, ready to breed his pretty cunt again so he could spend tomorrow with your cum and plug inside him, fully content.

He would spend the entire time with your cum inside him, completely full, and everyone would still think he’s the dominant one in your relationship.

Oh well, nobody gets to see him like this, so you’ll let them talk like that for a while. It’s not like they’re gonna know, anyway.

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[2kiran]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄?

this series contains top male reader. (#24aztober)

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄

track I. shotgunning ͙۪۪̥ logan howlett.

track II. double penetration ͙۪۪̥ könig.

track III. mask + daddy kink ͙۪۪̥ keegan russ.

track IV. deepthroating ͙۪۪̥ miguel o’hara.

track V. size kink ͙۪۪̥ spider-man noir.

track VI. filming + humiliation kink ͙۪۪̥ ghostface.

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐎

track VIII. breathplay ͙۪۪̥ wade wilson.

track X. somnophilia ͙۪۪̥ din djarin.

track XII. pain + glove kink ͙۪۪̥ logan howlett.

track XIII. public sex ͙۪۪̥ bruce wayne.

track XIV. gun play ͙۪۪̥ sebastian krueger.

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

track XV. face-fucking ͙۪۪̥ ghostface.

track XX. sex pollen ͙۪۪̥ keegan russ.

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

track XXXI. monsterfucking ͙۪۪̥ zombie ghost.

all rights reserved �� 2023 2kiran. these works belong to 2kiran. do not steal/copy, repost/promote on any platform, modify, or translate. I do not own the character images or frames.

[havensins]

may I request a Miguel with praise kink, just soft sex turned rough with some overstimulation and like,, claws and biting from both Miguel and reader :))

ahh i luv miguel </3 (tw. overstim)

i’m gonna preface this by saying; i don’t think miguel is a brat. i think he’s just so new to submission and not used to feeling so out of control that his conflicting emotions present themselves as being bratty or disobedient.

he truly wants to be good for you, but sometimes it’s hard :((( he’s trying to work through that and with how much he trusts you, it isn’t hard at all.

it wouldn’t be hard to notice how well he responds to praise. with the way he’d falter in whatever he’s doing and look to you for more.

even while you’re fucking into him with his thighs spread wide and his head thrown back into the pillows supporting his head, with you draping yourself over him so that you could whisper the filthiest things into his ear… with just a few words of praise, he’s clenching around you so tight & cumming onto his stomach.

and his mind can’t decipher when foggy pleasure that clouds his brain disperses and borders on painful, though he can feel every inch and every vein of you filling him up. he’s moaning out so loudly, his oversensitivity making tears gather at his waterline and threaten to fall.

his hands find your back, claws poking you as clumps of tears fall down his cheeks. “fuck! fuckfuckfuck..” he curses. he whimpers, burying his face into your shoulder as you’re urging him to yet another orgasm.

he makes an unintelligible sound when your teeth sink ever-so-slightly into the skin of his neck, keening and spurting out another load of cum.

“nnngh, too sens- sensitiveee!” he whines, mouth falling open as his warm breath puffs against your shoulder. “you- you got another one for me, fuck! don’t you?” you curse, grinding your hips up into his.

miguel was extremely tight and it didn’t help that your own loads were making the slide easier. the sounds were so fuckin’ sinful, the wet plap of your hips into his only egged you on even more.

you weren’t nearly done with him for the night, though miguel had no objections to any of your plans.

[blitzyn]

pervert

miguel o'hara x spiderman!reader

request : none

Synopsis: A game of cat and mouse goes to shit, and you find yourself bound in Miguel's webs.

a/n -> literally nobody asked for this but he's been stuck in my mind for decades and i wanted to get something out for my bbg <3 also super sorry i disappeared again, writers block straight up bitch slapped me and left me in a ditch, plus ive been losing interest in writing for genshin or just the game in general, unfortunately.

wc -> 3.3k

cw -> very dubcon, mean dom miguel, degradation, bondage?, face fucking, google translated spanish, spit as lube, anal fingering, anal sex, slight and brief choking, (semi) public sex??, not beta read

Exhilaration filled your veins as breathy laughs escaped your throat, weaving through buildings and rubble with the precision of someone who has experienced this type of chase countless times before.

And that's because you have. You've been in a near never-ending game of cat and mouse with the esteemed Miguel O'Hara, always close enough to feel the swipe of his talons in the air but too far to catch. No matter how many times he's cornered you, you always find a way to get past him; it was predictable at this point.

That pissed Miguel off like no other, hellbent on capturing you to put an end to your snide remarks, to put you in your place. While that usually would've enticed you in any other circumstance, you weren't too keen on letting him dig his claws into you now that you were chest-deep in this predicament — and his wrath.

"Stop running, already!" he shouted, the sharp edges of fury evident in his voice.

"I'm not running!" you respond, peering back at him with a smug grin. True to your words, you, quite literally, were not running. You were swinging with the agility of a seasoned acrobat, twisting and flipping through debris while looking like you were having fun. You offered him occasional glances and nearly laughed each time. Seeing him, a grown-ass man, almost constantly on all fours was amusing, but hearing him curse and grunt and growl made electricity shoot down your spine in a way that nearly got you caught several times.

Adrenaline filled your body and threatened to burst through your chest each time you evaded him. "Missed me!" you laughed, juking away from his swipe.

"So close!" you flip over him with a taunt. "Try again next time!"

"¡Voy a matarte!¹" He growls, and it was hard to ignore the shudder that rushed through your body. You slightly winced at the feeling. If you don't get your shit together when he spoke Spanish, then you were asking to get caught.

But it's not like you'd mind — Actually, yes, you fucking would!

You click your teeth in annoyance. Despite how hard you tried, you couldn't remove Miguel from your thoughts even though he was right behind you, hunting you down like a wild animal. Your mind strayed toward his broad shoulders, beautifully tiny waist, fat ass (that you'd give a lot to slap), and the massive piece of rubble being hurled at your body.

You blink out of your stupor, feeling your senses going off rather violently. Oh shit.

Everything seemed to move painfully slow as you stared at the debris with wide eyes, noticing Miguel's red web attached to it as he brought it down. You flung your arm out in an attempt to attach your webs to something and swing away, but was unable to pull yourself fast enough as the debris pinned you down to the roof of a building.

"Fuck!" you thought as you grunted and squeezed your eyes shut, agony tearing through your entire body. Swiftly, you pushed against the ground to shove the heavy object off of you, groaning with effort. Just as you managed to stand back up, you heard the familiar thwip! of his web wrapping around your waist and arms to yank you to him.

"Caught you," he said, voice rough and breathless as he panted hard. He loomed over you menacingly, hands curled into a fist.

You struggled, kicking and straining against your binds. "Come on, Miguel." You offer a tense grin. "We both know this won't last very long."

"Ay dios míos,²" he growled, dropping to a knee to roughly press a hand on your face, his fingers digging into your cheekbones. "¡Cállate!³"

...

Woah.

You stared at him with wide eyes, feeling your cock stir in your pants. Oh fuck.

It was hard to ignore your ever growing attraction (and hard-on) for him that seemed to intensify when he deactivated the hologram of his mask. Sweat beaded at his temple while his eyes narrowed at your bound figure, fangs peeking out from behind his lips as he caught his breath.

Even when you were the target of his anger, he was still breathtakingly hot.

You opened your mouth again to shout at him — probably to let you go or something along those lines — but Miguel wasn't having it.

"Why is it so much to ask for you to keep your fucking mouth shut for once?" he hissed, squeezing your cheeks tight enough to ache, but it only went straight to your dick. "Is that all you can do? Run your mouth until someone gets sick of your shit and shuts it for you? Huh?"

You whimpered, meekly shaking your head in denial. Tightly closing your eyes, you swallowed hard and squirmed, secretly trying to will away your hard cock straining against your clothes.

"You're so annoying! Stop moving," he demanded, reflexively looking down to adjust his position over you. His eyes raked over your body for a moment before zeroing in on your erection, pausing in surprise.

.

..

...

"Oh, you pervert."

Your eyelids snapped open at his words, mortification seeping deep in your chest as you shifted your head away from him in shame. Despite everything, you could only feel yourself getting harder under his intense gaze.

"Is that why you made me chase after you?" He forced you to look at him again, your face aching at his manhandling. "Because you wanted to fulfill some dirty fantasy of yours?"

He let out a dry laugh. "You couldn't find anyone willing to satisfy that depraved urge, so you turned to me. Just how desperate are you?"

You shook your head again, letting out muffled words. He mercifully removed his hand from your mouth to allow you to speak, sliding lower to rest on your throat. "I was just playing..."

"Yeah?" He tilted his head mockingly, momentarily adjusting himself to grope your painfully stiff dick. "And this was your master plan? To get off at the face of danger? You're more of a degenerate than I thought."

"N-No, I didn't—" you moaned, reflexively bucking your hips up into his hand.

"Stop lying." He squeezed the hand around your throat just enough to force labored gasps from you. "It's stupid how you don't think I've seen the way you look at me — how you think I haven't noticed you eyefucking me."

A furious blush rises on your cheeks as your cock twitches in his hold. It doesn't go unnoticed.

He laughed again, staring at you in mock disbelief. "You're enjoying this."

And this time, you don't deny it.

"Can't say I expected anything higher from you." He rolled his eyes in exasperation and removed his hands from your throat and dick to place them on your thighs. Effortlessly, he pried them apart to slot himself in between your legs, pressing his crotch flush against your ass.

Groaning, you lifted your hips a bit in an attempt to grind on him. With a growl, he swiftly slapped a hand on your abdomen to push you back on the ground.

"Don't move," he said, glaring at you with a mix of arousal and irritation in his eyes. "I've had enough of you getting your way." He leaned forward, a wince crossing your face when he pressed some of his weight onto your stomach. "It's my turn."

"My way—?" You cut yourself off with a huff when he gave you a stern look.

A thought seemed to pique his interest when he suddenly decided to kneel beside your head. It was nigh impossible to tear your eyes away from his crotch, the area beginning to glitch with a dim, pale blue glow at the strain from his hardening cock.

"Let's put your mouth to better use." He grabbed a fistful of your hair and deactivated the hologram covering his dick. It landed on your face with a quiet slap before his hand guided it to your lips.

You hesitantly parted them, only for them to be forced open wider to make room for his cock. You let out a surprised sound at the entry, but he was entirely focused on making you take him completely.

He was gracious enough to take it slow, relishing in the sounds of your gags and sputters and every deep inhale.

"Thaaat's it," he drawled out, sighing heavily when he felt your tongue rub against the underside of the shaft. "Fuck..."

Your eyelashes fluttered as he buried your nose into his pubic hair, uncontrollably drooling over him while you sucked and licked what you could. You felt him harden in your mouth, forcing himself deeper into your throat while it tightened and spasmed.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, absentmindedly shuffling closer to your face. A shiver ran down your spine when he slithered a hand on the junction between the back of your head and neck to hold you firmly.

A garbled whine left your throat as you subconsciously jerked your hips upwards, searching for some form of relief for your aching cock. You strained against the webs around your torso and arms, utterly intoxicated with his taste, his scent, his sounds—with him.

With a groan, he shoved himself as far as he could inside your throat and held you in place, ignoring how you instinctively struggled against him. A high-pitched ring sounded through your ears as your head spun, chest tightening with the need for oxygen.

Shuddering, he finally pulled out of you, watching with satisfaction as you coughed and gasped for air. A mix of saliva and precum connected your lips and the tip of his cock, to which you quickly licked away. You let him inspect you with a hand still buried in your hair, gaze locked in on your drool slicked chin and swollen lips.

A quiet hmph left him before he turned to place himself back in-between your thighs again, this time extending his talons to tear a path in your clothes from your ass to your crotch.

"H-Hey! Hold on—" you protested and kicked his arm away from you.

"Shut up," he cut you off, swatting your foot away while grasping your painfully hard cock again. "Don't act like you don't want this."

"G-God..." you moaned, furrowing your brows as you stared at him. A squeak left your throat when he suddenly pressed your legs to your chest, a quiet ptuh! escaping his lips alongside a glob of saliva that landed on your asshole.

Retracting his talons, he let go of one of your legs to press two fingers against your hole, shoving them inside you abruptly. You winced at the sting his thick fingers made as it mixed in with the arousal that burned in your gut. He separated them in a scissoring motion, moving in and out at a pace that had you yearning for more. His fingertips brushed against spots so frustratingly close to your prostate, you were sure he was purposefully avoiding it to mess with you.

"H-Hurry up," you demanded, the ache in your balls beginning to prove to be something you could hardly handle.

He gave you a sharp look. "Tell me to hurry up again and I'm leaving you like this."

You stared at each other for a moment longer before you looked away in defeat, muttering under your breath. He ignored you and added another finger, the wet squelching blending in with your soft moans. His hard cock pressed on your thigh, and you briefly wondered how he wasn't fucking you within an inch of your life already.

Quickly enough, you were able to realize that he wanted to make you wait. He wanted to give you a hard time — just like you did to him.

"C-C'mon, Miguel." You breathlessly chuckled, straining against the webs around your torso.

"What?" He raised a brow, satisfaction seeping into his expression at your growing desperation.

You opened your mouth again when he unexpectedly jabbed his fingertips onto your prostate, sending a violent surge of electricity through your body. "Fuck!" You cried out as a spurt of precum leaked out of your dick and enlarged the wet spot on your clothes. He continued targeting the gland, refusing to let you get a word in your sentence. The coil in your abdomen tightened into an almost unbearable degree before he abruptly removed his hand from you entirely.

"God, just fuck me already!" You jerked your hips upwards in a futile search for stimulation.

"You sound just like a whore," he commented, tone full of condescension. A heat washed over your body at his words as you stared at him with wide eyes. You tensed when he leaned down, lust and mirth swirling within his red irises. "Is that all you are?"

"What?" You found yourself unable to look away from him. "N-No, I—"

He shoved his cock inside you mid-sentence, tearing a loud moan from your throat. He held your thighs to fold you in half, using his body weight to pin you down. You panted hard as you tilted your head to the side and squeezed your eyes shut. It was hard to focus on anything else but his dick filling you up so perfectly.

Miguel released a gutteral groan, grinding his hips against you. He dug his fingertips into your legs hard enough to bruise, but that was the least of his worries — not when he had you below him. After a moment that felt like an eternity, he leaned back (mercifully removing some of the pressure on your chest) and watched himself move in and out of you, pulling out almost all the way before he slammed himself back inside.

"Ohh, fuck!"

"This is what gets you — mierda⁴ — all compliant, huh?" He taunted, abdomen flexing with every thrust. "The moment you get some dick inside you, you're like a trained mutt."

You opened your eyes to weakly glare at him, to deny what he said, but the moans spilling from your lips did nothing but prove him right.

"Te gusta cuando te trato como si no fueras nada, ¿no?⁵" He leaned back down, hooking his arms around the back of your knees as he pressed his chest against yours, curling his wrists around your thighs to grip the flesh. His breath was hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, lips so close you could feel the vibrations of his voice in your ear drum. "Aren't I right, you dirty little pervert?"

"N-No! S'not right!" You cried out, the burn of his cock stretching you out mixing in with the pleasure so deliciously it was almost addicting.

"Deja de mentirte y admítelo, puta,⁶" he hissed, widening his mouth to graze a fang along your neck threateningly, which sent a shiver down your spine. "Admit it — that you're a depraved whore."

"Admit it." He emphasized each syllable with a thrust, ramming into you hard enough to fuck the breath out of your lungs.

"Shit—fuck! Oh, god!" You sobbed, arching your back into him. You nearly came at the feeling of his abdomen rubbing your aching dick. "I'm a whore! M'your whore!"

His cock throbbed fervently at your words, rewarding you with groans and grunts directly into your ear. Your ass slightly stung at the force of his thrusts as he fucked his anger into you, but neither of you cared.

"Fuuuck!" You drawled out. "Miguel, m'so close! Let — ngh, ah — Let me cum!"

"Yeah?" He cooed in your ear, gently licking the shell. "You gonna cum f'me?"

"Yes, yes—!"

"Then beg."

He stopped moving so unexpectedly that it left you disoriented for a few moments as you stupidly stared at him with wide, watery eyes. "W-What...?"

"Beg to cum," he leaned away from you to get a clearer look at your face. "I'm not repeating myself."

You took a moment to catch your breath (and secretly savor the feeling of his dick twitching inside you). "God, please, Miguel! I need it so bad. I need to cum — please let me cum! I'll be good, I promise! Fuck, Miguel, please let me cum! Please, please, please!"

The sight of the tears along your lash lines sent electricity down his spine as his breath hitched. "You'll be good?" He dryly laughed. "I don't think I believe you."

You opened your mouth in defense when he suddenly slammed himself back inside you, tearing a moan instead of words from your throat. He fucked you hard and fast and deep, grunting in a way you could only describe as animalistic.

But you loved it. You loved how he controlled your body so effortlessly, how he treated you like a cheap fuck toy. You mentally deemed all those chases worth it in the end.

The heat from less than a minute or two prior returned full force as you tilted your head back in ecstasy. You babbled out incoherent words of (what Miguel suspected to be) praise, straining against your binds once again.

You screamed out when the coil in your abdomen finally snapped, electricity shooting down your spine as your cock spurt cum underneath your clothes. You weren't able to process the stain in the fabric when you realized that he hadn't slowed down, deciding to fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own.

You stared up at him, admiring the slight flush on his cheeks, how his brows furrowed in concentration, and even his eyes that shone with disdain towards you.

You could feel his dick throbbing inside you, and you quickly realized that he was about to cum as well. The ecstasy you were granted slowly began to merge with the pain of overstimulation, but it only made the hazy bliss you were in so much better.

"Yes, yes, Miguel!" You gasped out as your legs trembled in his hold. "Cum inside me, please, I want it!"

He grunted at your words, fucking you with a few more harsh thrusts before he suddenly pulled out. It took you a moment longer than normal for you to process the uncomfortable emptiness as he let go of one of your legs to quickly jerk himself off.

"What—No! Please, Miguel!" You pleaded uselessly, wincing when he tightened his grip on your thigh and unintentionally extended his talons. They penetrated through your clothes and pierced your skin, drawing a bit of blood, but that was neither of your concern at the moment.

"Ay, solo cállate ya,⁷" he growled, releasing your thigh to press his palm against your mouth to silence you. You let out pathetic whines and whimpers, but Miguel was focused on achieving his orgasm.

With a final few strokes, he finally came with a loud groan as his cum spurt onto the floor. He angled his hips to make sure none of it landed on you, much to your obvious dismay. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back and stared at your bound body, trembling and helpless. It was satisfying to see you in such a state.

He reactivated the hologram over his softening cock before binding your legs together in a way that hid the large hole in your pants to prevent anyone from figuring out what the two of you did.

He sighed heavily and slung you over his shoulder, standing up to look around and figure out where the fuck he was.

"You have a really nice ass," you commented after a moment, unable to keep your compliments to yourself.

He groaned. It was gonna be a long trip back to HQ.

Translations:

1: "I'm going to kill you!"

2: "Oh my god."

3: "Shut up!"

4: "Shit..."

5: "You like it when I treat you like you're nothing, don't you?"

6: "Stop lying to yourself and admit it."

7: "Oh, just shut up already."

cross-posted on ao3

[dilfkillerr]

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓼 — 𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓪.𝓲

♡┊𝓣𝓦: 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮

❥ Sugar Daddy || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He wanted a traditional romance, but finding you in a night of sexual frustration... Maybe he had found what he was looking for.

❥ Carlos Oliveira — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 After the worldwide contamination, Carlos was the only one left to contain the city's zombies - however, you had also survived and now, he needed to convince you to stay with him at the base.

❥ Kratos || God of War — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Maybe he started to feel something more for you... And it was strange for him to feel emotions other than anger and hate.

❥ Freak || Joe Mayhem — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 A government experiment gone wrong when they tried to create a perfect war soldier – giving rise to Joe, a man who was pure chaos. Yet you seemed to attract him somehow... And now you had a "scary dog" to guard you.

❥ Scorpion || Kuai Liang — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Oh no... It's his wedding...

❥ Mafia Stepdad || Klaus Morgan — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He married your mother to cover up the crimes, but at the same time he saw something that interested him a lot in this marriage by adhesion... You.

❥ Nanami Kento — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You had a promising future as a sorcerer, but you gave it all up to go to Geto's side — and now your former tutor needed to stop you.

❥ Detective coworker || Hermes Charles [FTM BOT] — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your coworker was a tired and hot dilf, in dire need of getting fucked... And you seemed great for that role and especially for fucking his pussy until he forgot about his problems – However he found himself with more intense feelings for you.

❥ Enemy || Félix Ludwig — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 His hatred was a thick shell that covered an unresolved love; and now he had the opportunity to have you in his hands... Or rather, on his feet.

❥ Alpha cellmate || Reiji Kaito — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You were the only omega in prison, and luckily, you ended up in the cell of an Alpha who would protect you during your heat.

❥ Femdom || Roxie Katherine — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 She loved turning men like you into beautiful princesses...

❥ Rich Husband || Alex Ludwig — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Everyone thought you only married him because of his money — but he knew you really loved him.

❥ Bestfriend || Hari Raj — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your boyfriend dumped you and now your best friend wants to show the jerk what he's been missing...

❥ Bi Han || Sub Zero — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 He didn't expect the surprise when he lowered his clothes, but it was a pleasant surprise...

❥ Husband || Miguel O'Hara — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Your kind husband had a baby fever and urgently needed to get you pregnant...

❥ Bi Han || Sub Zero — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 night company...

❥ Ghost || Simon Riley — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 you were curious and he let you touch him...

❥ Bi Han || Sub Zero — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 His brother didn't want you, but he did.

❥ Radioactive || Simon Ghost — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Was he still the same?

❥ Scorpion || Kuai Liang — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Temptations

❥ Hades || Simon Ghost — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 The god of the underworld fell in love with you, and with that, the best way for him to keep you was to kidnap you for himself — Persephone {{user}} x Hades Simon.

❥ Dom. Caregiver || Eric Blair — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 It was supposed to be a platonic contract, until he started to feel something more for you...

❥ Sadistic Guardian Angel || Ciel Melchior — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 After you became very ill after a near-death experience, you received mystical protection from a guardian angel — however little did you know that he only liked to see you suffer.

❥ Stepdad || Nanami Kento — 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Nanami had always noticed your attempts to be more than his stepson, and now, after that fateful accident – he needed to put an end to your illusory desires.

❥ Noob Saibot — 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 Together in khaos

❥ ALT Stepdad || Simon Ghost' — 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 You end up having sex with your stepdad as a birthday present || alt version ||

[slowbison]

Feral! Miguel O'Hara x Top! Male Reader

Summary: Miguel returns to his personal break room after a fight to heal, but forgets to replenish his spider DNA serum, turning him feral. since you’re a spiderman similar to him, he needs to be fucked to be stabilized.

words: 3k

warnings: breeding, wrestling, anal sex, biting, smut

A tired Miguel emerged into his personal break room as a portal from an alternate reality closed behind him. He had spent the last few hours fighting and capturing another anomaly in the wrong multiverse. Body aching from being thrown into buildings, throat parched from yelling orders along with being mentally drained from an old lady that repeatedly hit him as he tried to direct her to safety. Slumping tiredly onto his couch, groaning as he continued to sink into the comfort. He remained still, quietly waiting for his supernatural abilities to kick in and do the healing for him then realized that it was progressing much slower than usual. Soon everything began to heat up around him, pupils dilating and contracting and the suit felt more tightening.

He attempted to stand on his feet before a wave of intense pain and pleasure washed over him causing him to fall, landing on the hard floor. Claws protruding unwillingly from his fingers, muscles tense as his breathing picked up from the sudden wave of heat, fangs feeling much heavier in his mouth. Miguel felt helpless laying on the ground, gasping as it continued to ripple throughout his body after realizing too late that he forgot to intake the serum after returning.

“F-fucking shit, this c-can’t be hap-happening! Not now!” Miguel spat out through gritted teeth as he attempted to resist the sensation sweeping over him, dick growing increasingly aroused. Moaning as he began dryly humping the ground for any form of friction to ease his growing needs. He didn’t even hear any approaching footsteps until an all-too-familiar voice spoke through a door, cursing under his breath. That was the last word he said before fully succumbing to his desires, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

“What couldn’t be happening?” You asked through the door. You were with Miguel earlier, along with the other spider people, captured an anomaly stuck in the wrong dimension. The man in question had asked to see you after imprisoning the anomaly in a trap box to report on the current status of the last reality. When you came up to his office which was seemingly empty, you scanned around the room until your senses began tingling; warning that a strange presence radiated from a rather hidden door in the back. Tracking it down, you honed your hearing to any noises present coming from the door. Only to then discern it was Miguel, making questionable noises that were having an odd affect on you. A flicker of a small flame, lit within you.

“Miguel? Are you alright? I’m getting strange vibes in there. Talk to me.”

You could hear incomprehensible speech and hissing as a loud thunk crashed onto the ground, followed by a low moan. Your face slowly heats up at the possible thoughts of what may be occurring, but this wasn’t the time for your silent desires held for the man to emerge.

Hand on the knob you twisted it before speaking out, “I’m going to open the door if you don’t stop me right now!” You could hear scattering as the door opened, revealing what appears to be a softly dimmed room. Carefully stepping in, you looked around and noticed claw marks on the floor and walls, along with a table flipped over. After completing a full circle around the room, you placed your hands on your hips confused when your senses could not pick up a presence.

"What is this, hide and seek? Thought you said it was childish when I did it to you-" You were cut off as you were tackled to the ground, a strong grip on your shoulders pinning you down. Pain surged as the claws teared into your skin. Peering up at your attacker was Miguel, who looked more feral than usual as he towered over your face, angrily bearing his fangs. His head turned to the side of your neck, grazing over your veins before sinking his fangs - lapping at the blood spilling. You let out a groan, feeling your dick stirring at the action. The flame within you grew brighter, enough to light up a small campfire.

“Hey now, if you wanted to initiate something with me. This wasn’t really what I had in mind, yanno?” You quipped, attempting to push him off with your legs. Though it seemingly felt useless as he’s much stronger than you in terms of strength. Detecting resistance, he growled pushing you deeper into the ground until his body shuddered and let out a soft whine, losing power over you. Taking the opportunity, you quickly switched your positions around before exerting force to his wrists above his head, locking his legs around yours at the same time.

“It’s over Miguel, I have the high ground. So let’s start talking, yeah?” You said, taking the time to fully analyze his current state as he thrashed around, attempting to break free.

His hair was disheveled from its usual swept back appearance, brown eyes tinted with red, and lips lightly stained with blood from what would be assumed of yours. What mainly held your attention was the hard dick pressed up against your own, albeit not as hard… yet. More logs, added to the flame. Paying even more attention, Miguel had long since begun rutting on you, releasing soft whines that progressively got louder. Face flushed, his cries got louder until moved your hand down to his hips, forcing them to still.

Upset by your actions, he began squirming once again in your grasp trying to gain any friction on his straining dick. Entertained by this you let out a chuckle at his actions, “I didn’t take you for a bitch in heat Miguel. I don’t mind fucking you senseless if that’s what you want.”

For the first time, your words seemed to have been processed in his mind. Perhaps at the words “bitch” and “fucking you senseless” was all he took away. And from what you could interpret, Miguel seemed to be more compliant as he waited, staring into your eyes for your next move.

You trailed your hand from his hip across his torso, feeling the toned firm abs on your palm. Closing your eyes, you heightened your sense of what his soft skin must feel like underneath. It wasn’t your first time running your hands along his abs, as you had decided to join his customary workout session. More like you invited yourself claiming that steel-ton trucks weren’t going to be handled by just anyone. He begrudgingly sighed refusing to argue although he didn’t put up much of a fight and the next morning you stood in front of the gym, duffel bag slung across your shoulders with Miguel at your side.

The gym had been far greater than your own personal gym’s dimension, but what really made the place shine was watching a slightly sweaty Miguel performing curl ups beneath you as you held down his legs. He didn’t ask you to but rolled his eyes while hearing you proclaim that proper positioning of the feet were important to ensure a safe workout. His face was lightly scrunched as he focused on completing his sets, your eyes lingered on his chest that were more profound and round each time he came up and traveled to his torso, abs showing due to sweat clinging onto the shirt. You didn’t even realize Miguel had finished his sets and begun looking up at your face as he laid on the ground, chest heaving, trying to maintain his normal breathing.

The tension was palpable between you two, as it had been whenever you were both left alone in a room. Moving your hands from his legs, tracing at his abs but before you could slip your hands under his shirt to feel more, a stranger rudely interrupted your rather boner-inducing moment by asking to use the area if you both were done. Miguel let out an annoyed click before standing, clearing his stuff out and proceeded to the pull up bars. You stared daggers into the strangers back, gritting your teeth, before returning to completing the rest of your workout, huffing as you went along and closed your eyes embedding the view into your head; opening them at the sight of Miguel’s thrashing beneath you as your mind had carried you elsewhere away from him. Heat swarmed within your body, as much bigger logs fueled the flames.

You let out a chuckle and gripped at his suit before tearing the fabric apart on his thighs. Asking that he’d forgive you later, Miguel hissing at you before quivering, at the cold hands felt on his skin. Palming his dick on your hands, not willing to give him just what he wants so soon. Miguel let out a drawled moan as he pushed hips up, applying more pressure on his leaking dick, aching for more.

No longer able to resist your own throbbing prick, you removed your hand from his cock and went to release your own from its imprisonment, making the mistake as your grip on his wrists loosen. Miguel seized the opportunity and broke free, wrestling your own arms for control. Snarling as he pushed you back slightly which was short lived as your hand returned — after managing to pull your pants down — grabbing at his arms and flipping him around, laying flat on his stomach. You pressed the side of his head into the floor, hissing at his ear.

“Stay down like the bitch you are and take it.” you snapped shoving three of your fingers into his mouth, lining your cock at his cheeks, fucking those fat globes hidden underneath his tight suit. Tearing at the fabric, giving you more leverage to his ass. Miguel moans around your fingers, sucking and coating them in his spit as you increase the pace. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you huffed into his neck, marking the sensitive skin, “Won’t stop till you’re full of my seed, carrying my kids.” Miguel whimpered, cock twitching at the thought of being bred so thoroughly in order to carry your children inside of him.

You purred into his ear, loving the way he began losing himself more to the pleasure. “You like that? Breed you full of my kids inside your cunt, huh?” Miguel whines got louder, desperately moving his hips further against your own in response. You slipped your fingers out his mouth, rimming around his entrance before slipping inside. At first, you toyed with him, simply thrusting it in and swirling it around, but hearing his broken whimpers you curled the finger relishing at the sounds.

Miguel’s face altered between pain and pleasure as you slipped the second finger in. Stretching the ring in scissoring motions as he jerked weakly back into your fingers, cock straining against his torso, swollen tip leaking onto the floor desperately wishing for more.

You tutted at his actions, shoving his hips down on the ground — digging your nails into his side. “Last warning love, I’ll have to web you down on this floor. Is that what you want?” Miguel turned to his side, face flushed and glaring into your eyes, a low growl emitting from his throat that was cut off with a yelp as you inserted a third finger. You pump your fingers in and out of his entrance, watching as he slightly arched his back and let out small mewls of pleasure. You could feel him forcibly relaxing as you readied him for your cock.

After a few more of these ministrations, you removed your fingers from and spat at your hand, coating your erection, aligning at his puckering hole. The thought of thrusting in with the lack of decent preparation crossed your mind as it would be pleasurable, but the second Miguel was sane he’d tear you to half, refusing to allow you anywhere near him. For a while at least. Flames had turned into a roaring bonfire, slowly dissipating your desire to hold back.

Taking it slow, you eased your way in, groaning as the tight crevice swallowed you deeper. Miguel gasped at the intrusion, squirming away as you plunged deeper into his, settling fully inside him. Your senses melting at the seams as intense flames of pleasure surged throughout your body, letting out a keen growl into his ear. The unknown wave of heat continued to boil within you, huffing steams of hot air from your nostrils. Your eyes slightly tinted red peering back at his own.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight for me” you growled into his ear, nuzzling your face into his neck. “So fucking tight for me, gonna make you my personal cum dump.”

Miguel whimpered, closing his eyes and buried his head into the floor while the pain of the stretch died and anticipation of getting fucked full arose. He wiggled his hips back, hoping to entice your animalistic urge that you’ve been holding back to give him adequate time to adjust. You cooed at his submission to you and rewarded him with continuous hard thrusts, shoving your cock as deep as you could, flames consuming your entire body.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, letting out broken cries, clamping down around your cock. There was a mix of pain at the brutal thrusts as he didn’t have the best preparation, but that didn’t matter as he continued to beg, throwing his ass back to meet your pace. Garbling nonsensical strings of ‘words’ that were stuck in his throat, cries of pleasure coming up instead.

You keened as you put more pressure into the grip on his hip, releasing your hold on his wrists and rammed your cock in, molding his ass so it would remember only you and your shape. The thought reeling you deeper into the unconscious, leaving only your carnal desires to devour you whole along with dumping all your cum into the man below, belly round - full of your cum. Miguel clawed at the ground bracing himself as you continued your onslaught, drool pooling at the edge of his mouth. He could barely think straight, the only thing he can remember is sitting at his chair before a scalding heat washed over him and now he’s being fucked into oblivion until his desire to be thoroughly bred satiated.

Miguel pressed his hips back and rocked against yours, not wanting to waste any drop of cum that could fertilize his children carrying within him. Seeing Miguel so pliant to be fucked full of your cum drove you to the edge, biting his neck which left a dark mark. Though it wasn’t enough to break skin, it will warn others that the bitch was claimed and to stay away. Either way, the reaction that got out of the submissive man was a choked sob, body trembling before spurts of cum sprayed on his chest, dripping onto the floor. He collapsed underneath you, but still weakly tightened his hole around your cock, determined to milk it for all it’s worth.

Your thrusts became erratic as you neared closer and closer to eruption. Panting heavy into his ear you snarled, “Fu- fucking shit, here it comes baby. Don’t spill any of it bitch, got it?” Miguel whimpered, but obeyed as he mustered up all his remaining strength to clench his hole. Pushing your chest against his back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you soon let out a groan, hips jerking before stilling altogether. Strings of curses leaving your mouth, swearing that for a small moment your soul ascended towards a warm comforting light.

Miguel was in a similar disheveled state as you, though slightly worse off. His face laying in a pool of his own drool, red eyes dimmed as his brown eyes returned, claws retracting into his fingers and ass quivering to hold in your cum, slowly reaching its end.

You rolled to the side, cock still lodged in Miguel and ran your hand along his side, stopping to caress his stomach, feeling a slight bump that was undoubtedly your cum. Which was almost concerning as you had never come this much before, much less been this aggressive during sex with anyone, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just different with Miguel, curling your arms around him. Speaking of the man, he let out a groan as he shakily turned his body to face you. Eyes piercing into your soul, face contorted in slight anger. You chuckled and ran your hand in his hair, caressing the side of his face, whipping off the drool gently.

“Welcome back my charming beast. Did your dashing prince break the curse?” You smiled, watching as Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes at you.

“It wasn’t a curse, I just lacked the necessary genes of a spider and lost control a little. It’s a side effect of sorts.”

“A little?” You eyed, glancing at the room covered in claw marks that matched the scratches on your shoulders and arms.

Miguel turned to the side, mouth creased.

“I’m sorry, this was a first for me too… I’ve never attacked someone before,” he quietly muttered under his breath. Seeing this, you huddled him close into your arms and kissed the top of his temple.

“Hey now, it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle anyway, you forgetting that I’m Spider-Man?“ You chided, pressing your forehead against his. A small smile gracing his face as you both quietly waited to regain your strength. Falling in a trance of listening to one another's breathing, body’s conjoined as one.

“Say, when you were working on that DNA thing, was there a little bit of wolf involved?”

“No there wasn’t, stop talking. You’re ruining the moment.”

“So it’s just a cute little kink of yours to be bred by me?”

“We are NOT having this conversation.”

“My dick is literally still in you.”

Miguel grumbled and made a weak effort of pushing away from you, but you laughed it off, pulling him closer.

a/n: hey y’all, it’s a little bit late but here it is, in all it’s smutty glory. i would also like to say that my eyes have been opened to a much softer side of Miguel as a soccer mom, but because of a bastard on my tiktok fyp, there is an angst ending in my mind that could be separated from the main, if one wishes to remain in la-la-land. i might write up a lil on that world to see how it'd work, not sure when it'd drop. but because of this smut, my brain kept making different branches of miguel getting fucked and it won’t stop plaguing my mind so those are in the works, one of them including jealousy towards lego spider-man… hope y'all enjoyed this.

that being said, leon’s fic is up next to be dropped though i might be a smidge late on that. apologies. if you are interested in that, you the reader purchase an experimental drug that heals wounds made by the merchant. you give it to a wounded leon who later on notices changes in his body, specifically his chest as stains show up on his shirt... around his nipples...

[yanderestarangel]

More about tio miggy pls? Something about him catching his nephew masturbating for him`` his sweet innocent ftm nephew and he destroys his pussy

It really makes me throw my feet up and blush... I say... Hear me out

Tio Miguel would arrive so tired from working on his farm, sweaty, with a smell of drink and sweat on his body while his heavy steps would echo across the old wooden floor ─ but not enough to catch your attention, after all, you were too busy grabbing the pillow with his smell while fingering your own pussy feeling your clit throb with every thought of feeling your step uncle's fat cock filling you completely.

It was supposed to be just another fantasy session, but this time he caught you in the act.

Tio Miguel saw everything through the open door that you had left, your cunt got wet and dirty on the warm sheets beneath you while your breathing became shallow ─ the idea of ​​him inside you — it was taboo yet tempting beyond reason. His erection swelled painfully against his jeans, proof of his mounting arousal. You just felt his warm and rough hand pull you and wake you up from your trance of lust, making you blush but you didn't have much time to justify something, just feeling his two fingers enter abruptly into your wet hole and making you arch your back. Your moans ignited a firestorm within him, urging him towards madness. His fingers danced faster, matching the intensity of your cries.

Tio Miguel pulled you closer, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss ; his tongue dueled with yours, mirroring the action below. Saliva mixed with whiskey, creating an intoxicating blend. His free hand explored your curves hungrily, cupping your breast firmly yet gently. "¿Te gusta, mi vida?" He would growl as he fucked you with his digits watching your juices wet them entirely. "Do you want me, niño? Do you want me to fuck you?"

It wouldn't be long before you were filled with his fat dick─ the hair on his pelvis was hitting your hips as he buried your head into the soft mattress and made you look for more friction with his cock. Tio Miguel pounded his dick into your wetness so many times that you could feel your vision go dark and back again and again, buzzing and growling sounds coming from the brute foreman filled your mind. "You only know how to think about being filled, don't you mijo? You wanted that... So you better deal with my cock."