#service top miguel o'hara

[mid-80s]

esposa

pov: it's your honeymoon, and miguel can't seem to keep his hands off his new wife.

cw: oral (f receiving), praise, body worship, begging, cumming untouched, manhandling (if you squint), possessiveness

"please, mi vida."

"jus' wanna see you cum, need you to cum in my mouth, on my fingers--fuck baby, please."

you blush as miguel lowers until he's on his knees in front of you, trailing his kisses to your lower stomach.

miguel always had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman on earth, but holy fuck.

this made you feel like a goddess.

the hottest man you'd ever had the pleasure of meeting was on his knees begging for you to ride his face? somebody pinch you.

you had just arrived in your honeymoon suite for the night before your flight to the caribbean the next morning, and you had barely gotten the door closed before he was all over you. "miggy, we gotta put our bags down first, we haven't even turned on the lights." you start, scratching the hair at the nape of his neck in the way he likes. he groans and presses his forehead onto your lower belly, gripping your hips for support.

"no. need you now." he growls.

you feel your knees buckle at his clear display of affection for you, a fluttering feeling in your stomach as his big hands cup your waist. miguel only gets like this when you've been fucking for a good while.

you smile and grip his hair a bit so he'd face you, relishing in the whimper he gives in result. "gonna help me take my dress off at least?"

in a flash, you're pressed against the door as miguel pulls the dainty zipper down with fervor. "careful!" you rush out, reaching back to hold his hand delicately while looking over your shoulder at him. "wanna save this for our kids someday."

it's hard to miss the outright moan miguel releases at the mention of having kids with you, a fantasy that's lived in his head since he dropped you home after the first date. "mierda..." he places his forehead on your shoulder before walking you over to the mirror, facing you towards it as he unzips your dress with much more care.

the beautiful fabric falls to reveal the lingerie you've been hiding the whole night, a gorgeous dark blue--his favorite color--with an intricate design you personally adored. miguel audibly gasps at the reveal, staring at you in the mirror before seemingly remembering he has access to the real version right in front of him. the moon--the only source of light in the room--makes you look downright angelic, and effectively shuts down miguel's brain. his mind looks as though it's running a mile a minute as you attempt to bring him back down to earth.

"i got it for our first anniversary, but i loved it so much and decided it needed to be saved for our wedding." you explain, turning in his arms right when his hands find purchase on your hips. "d-do you like it?" you can't help but feel a bit shy, this time having sex seems different. more emotional.

miguel seems to have found his words, his eyes breaking from their marveling at your body to look you in the eye with sickeningly sweet affection. "¿me gusta? cariño, eres tan jodidamente perfecta, nunca dejas de dejarme sin aliento. no puedo creer que seas mi esposa."

you giggle and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck as he stares at you like you've hung the stars. "i'll take that as a yes." you kiss him, passionate and deep, yet slow and soft. your husband groans into your mouth, fangs popping out before he can stop them. his brain is all mush by the time his picks you up to lay you on the bed.

he settles between your thighs before breaking the kiss to sit back and get a good look at you. your hair--now loose from its meticulous style--spreads around your head like a halo, illuminated by the moon light. your skin--buttery and smooth and glittery from the body shimmer you like to wear--is warm and soft as you take his left hand in yours, kissing his ring and miguel's brain short circuits at the sight. how the fuck did he manage to get the most gorgeous girl in every universe underneath him wearing his last name? he's genuinely surprised you even let him touch you.

"you're so gorgeous baby..so so fucking gorgeous..my wife.." he groans against your skin as he kisses down, practically ripping his blazer and dress shirt off when your soft voice requests oh so politely. he feels feral, like he wants to eat you whole.

you breath picks up as miguel's shaky hands reach behind you to unclasp your bra. he always had this way of making you feel so shy under his gaze. small, in a good way. wanted. miguel lets out a shaky breath as your breasts spill out from their confines, as if this is the first time he's seen them. you can't bring yourself to tease him for it, because you feel the exact same way. "oh dios, me voy a correr en mis malditos pantalones."

you giggle. "what?" you had picked up a bit of spanish over years of listening to his ramblings, but you had no idea what the fuck he just said. but none of it mattered once he dipped down to suck at your right nipple, tweaking the left with a calloused finger. "ah!"

"gorgeous, fucking gorgeous.." he mumbles to himself as he switches his attention to your other nipple before pulling off with a wet pop. he looks up at you with a fire you'd never seen before as he kisses down your torso, sucking hickeys along the way. "gonna make you feel so good, baby, fuck."

you whimper as he trails closer to your core, pushing onto your elbows to look at him while he sucks dark hickies into your inner thighs. he's off the bed, on his knees with your legs hooked around his shoulders, and he looks like he'd rather be no where else. "jesus, you're so wet. this all f'me?" he slurs, already pussydrunk.

"all for you baby. mi esposo."

the guttural moan he lets out in response would have made you flinch if he didn't immediately follow it up with a thick wet stripe up the length of your pussy, collecting the slick on his tongue before using the tip to circle your clit. "shit!"

he continues to lap at your cunt like it's his last meal, moaning into it as he shakes his head from side to side. "so fuckin sweet.." his words are muffled by your cunt and your cries out as you grip his hair, ring tangling a bit and tugging. this spurs miguel on more as the following buck of his hips against the bed is more forceful than the last.

"holy fuck miggy!" you practically scream over the lewd, wet sound of miguel in your pussy, heels digging into his muscled back as you push his head impossibly closer and grind onto his tongue. he hooks his hands around your thighs and keeps his tongue out for you like the good boy he is, and you have an overwhelming sense to tell him so. "s-so good f'me miggy--oh fuck--so g-good..."

miguels eyes roll to the back of his head as his thrusts into the mattress get more frantic, as do yours as the tell-tale signs of your orgasm come barreling towards you. miguel flicks his tongue against your clit as a thick finger curls into your cunt right against your sweet spot. the dam breaks and you back arches off the bed, stars bursting behind your eyelids as heat fills your body.

miguel coaxes you through it all before you signal him to stop.

he comes up with a wet chin and just as shiny eyes as he looks at you expectantly. you kiss him deep, tasting your juices on his tongue as you stroke his jaw affectionately. "you did so well for me, mr. o'hara. so fucking good."

and that's when miguel o'hara creams his pants like a fucking teenager.

[cheonstapes]

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

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

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

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

wc; 1.6k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“miguel!”

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

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

[odetodilfs]

How they like to get railed...

Oscar Isaac characters

A/N: This is just filth, as well as the Oscar Isaac obsession hitting me hard. Anyway, these are a bunch of Oscar Isaac characters and headcanons on how they like to be fucked, enjoy!! Characters in this list: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Poe Dameron, Santiago García and Miguel O'Hara.

This is obviously nsfw.

Top male reader. Sub or dom depending on the character.

Steven Grant

Steven’s preferences depend on what you want, he’ll do anything you want.

He loves it when you go gentle on him, treating him like he’s made of glass, running your hands through his hair.

You two can last hours like this, indulging on each other’s bodies, biting at each other softly.

These sessions tend to also be filled with some soft laughter and many, many praises, it’s your way of letting Steven know how much you love him, how pretty you think he is…

He whimpers a lot, he’s still unused to the amount of love you give him during these moments and every kiss is electrifying.

It’s not unusual to end up with faint scratches on your back after a session like this, he always apologizes profusely the day after but you honestly love how you make your man feel so amazing that he digs his nails into your back.

His favorite position is the good old missionary, he just loves how he gets a close look at you.

Sometimes though, he wants it rough and you give it to him. 

Here, he doesn’t whimper, instead he moans and sometimes even screams. 

As for where he wants you to cum, inside him is the go to place, he feels completely yours when you do that and loves feeling it leak out of him.

Marc Spector 

Marc is a bit of a different story, he’s more dominant over you. 

He’d love edging you with his hole, he knows how much you want to cum and he doesn’t let you, he’s slightly sadistic. 

You’re his best stress reliever, a service top is all Marc’s ever wanted. 

He’d definitely call you a “good boy” while he rides you, if you’re lucky, he lets you hold his waist. 

He looks you in the eyes a lot and very intensely, it's to assert further control on you.

His favorite position would be riding, it’s the way he can have control over you. 

But sometimes, he just wants to be fucked hard just like Steven, to fuck every thought out of his pretty little head, only this time the scratches on your back are deeper, more noticeable and redder, which is still hot…

He’s not much for foreplay, he prefers to get right into the action, he’s stressed a lot of the time and only more anticipation for him doesn’t help at all, give the man some dick please. 

He grunts a lot during sex, "Fuck yeah" he'd grunt while you pound deeply into him, knowing it's best not to stop.

He also likes sucking you off… which makes sense, considering he loves you cumming on his face while he looks at you with the most dominant and intense eyes.

Jake Lockley 

The most feral, deranged and dominant out of all the moon boys by far.

It’s not unusual for Jake to tie you up and edge you for literal hours, surrendering to him as you fill his sadistic urges.

He gets off on your begging, the fact that your cock borderline aches. 

Sometimes he doesn’t even cum, he just likes to see you weak.

Other times, all he wants to do is use you. 

His favorite position is where he rides you and he bounces furiously up and down your cock, normally with tied hands, he likes to have you vulnerable.

He wants to ride you, cum first, then you cum inside him and he leaves.

However, a lot of the time when he gets up he kisses your temple and says “good boy” before he leaves, cum running down his legs.

It makes you feel so used, like a toy almost, and you can’t act like you don’t like it. 

Poe Dameron 

Poe is the term “power bottom” personified.

He knows everything that he has to do to break you, and so he can use you for his pleasure.

That cocky little grin of his… not even while getting fucked he doesn’t have it on him.

The way he’d throw his head back and he’d say “Ahh.. fuck yeah…” while riding you.

He’s a huge fan of riding you, but sometimes he lets you fuck yourself dumb with his ass in mating press, pumping load after load into the man.

He wants to hear your pretty whimpers, nothing turns on Poe more than his top whimpering.

He’d let you indulge yourself with his body, licking and sucking everywhere, he especially loves it when you play with his nipples while he rides you.

He uses the term “good boy” for you a lot during sex. He knows it can make you crazy and submit even further to him.

He just has such an effect on you that gets you craving him, and the craving gets so pent up you have no hope of dominating the man, considering you get so subby as soon as his walls wrap around your cock.

He’d want you to cum inside him, as a sign that he owns you, a subtle reminder that even if you’re the top in the relationship.. you’re his bitch.

Santiago García 

He’s a huge switch, sex between you two is improvised, you decide who’s dominant when the time comes, normally you just fall into whatever role is natural in that specific time.

Unlike Marc, he’s all up for foreplay, he loves sex to last as long as humanly possible between you two.

He speaks Spanish if he's really needy for you, "Por favor.. por favor" and if he has an amazing orgasm, he'll scream "¡Te amo!" sometimes.

His weak spot is the scar on his neck, it’s the one spot that when you kiss makes him instantly yours.

It’s amazing for him, for some time, he can let go of everything haunting him and he can focus on just you and your dick in him.

He used to be very big on doggystyle but his knees have gotten worse with the years, so it’s only a rare occurrence, but he’s found a new muse: cuddlefucking. 

His orgasms are always so strong when he’s with you, and he clenches so tightly around you. 

When he decides to be dominant, he almost talks you through it and he gives you a look that makes you only more and more obedient with each thrust…

When he decides to be submissive, he has a similar air to Steven, it’s very touchy sex where you wrap your arms around him.

His neck is the best place to kiss while you fuck him, and the vibration of his whimpers on you just tops it off, you love making your man feel good.

The cuddling normally gets you too lazy to pull out, so you cum inside, however sometimes he likes to swallow your load.

Miguel O’Hara 

(I know he’s not REALLY an Oscar Isaac character, but he’s voiced by him and Oscar seems to like him a lot so I guess he’s part of the gang now)

Poor little baby needs his stress to be pounded out of his pretty head.

He’s the biggest fan of rough sex, it’s rare you two have a soft session the whole time. But not like you mind, you love seeing him weak while you fuck him into oblivion.

Miguel’s prostate is extremely sensitive, which leads to him grunting loudly and screaming if you’re in private. 

He’s submissive most of the time, having someone else have to take control is a stress reliever for him, but he can power bottom sometimes.

It’s not hard to make him go cock drunk, especially after heavy teasing. He just wants to be mercilessly pounded by you.

He’s very sensitive in his nipples too, he can cum from stimulation there alone…

His favorite position is mating press, you just overpower him so gracefully.

When he’s a power bottom, he rides you in reverse cowgirl, he knows how crazy you are for his ass and feeds into that.

He loves it when you cum inside him, he feels like he’s yours when you do that. Sometimes, he even plugs his ass so he can keep inside of him.

[miguel-owhora]

Howdy my fellow sigmas. Proud to announce, again, that I am going to be attempting Kinktober !!! and hopefully it doesn’t end the same way as it did before :3

Now then, I’ve decided to go the ‘easy’ way and select the kinks/fetishes for each day, but have you guys pick the characters. Or whatever. Some kinks/fetishes do repeat but ! who cares lmao. Feel free to use this list as inspo or something idk man

Anyways, here’s a list of character’s that I’ll write for, and the available days! I’ll update the slots with each req :)  

Characters:

Miguel O’Hara , Peter B , Webslinger , Ben Reilly

John Price , Simon Riley , Kyle Garrick , John MacTavish , Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov

Steven Grant , Marc Spector , Jake Lockley

Arthur Morgan , Dutch Van der Linde , Hosea Matthews , Micah Bell , John Martson , Bill Williamson , Charles Smith , Javier Escuella , Kieran Duffy , Lenny Summers , Sean MacGuire

Slots :3

Watersports | Fear play | Semi-Public Sex - Miguel O'Hara

Face Fucking | Sex against Furniture | Fingering - Micah Bell

Sleepy Sex | Scent Kink | Knotting - John Martson

Begging | Blowjob | Mirror/Window - Dutch Van der Linde

Anal Fisting | Power Dynamics | Corset - Micah Bell

Masturbating Each Other | New Relationship | Omega/Omega - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Dollification | Nipple Play | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics - Micah Bell

Orgasm Control/Cum on Command | Feet Fetish | Piercings/Body Modifications - Miguel O'Hara

Titfucking | Corruption/Blasphemy Kink | Shower/Bath - Micah Bell

Animal Characteristics/Partial Transformation | Pillow Biting | Hog Tied - Arthur Morgan

Dildos | Mating Cycles/In Heat | Smelling Clothes - John Price

Praise Kink | Stuffing | Creampie - Ben Reilly

Choking/Asphyxiation | Fuck or Die | Sexual Punishment - Kieran Duffy

Boot Worship | Creampie in Throat | Hair Pulling - Micah Bell

Breeding Mount | Doggy Style | Genital Spanking - Arthur Morgan

Face Fucking | Strength/Power Kink | Deep Throat - Lenny Summers

Unprotected Sex | Armbinding | Spanking - Kieran Duffy/Mary-Beth Gaskill

Anal Cock Warming | Premature Orgasm | Dacryphilia/Crying Kink - Arthur Morgan

Squirting | Fuck or Die | Face Fucking - Kyle Garrick

Size Difference | Fingering | Pregnant Kink - Hosea Matthews

Oviposition | Predator/Prey | Mind Breaking - John Martson

Over-the-Knee Spanking | Puppy Play | Toys - John MacTavish

Cock Worship | Lactation | Vibrators - Miguel O'Hara

Weight Gain | Lingerie | Breeding - Dutch Van der Linde

Daddy Kink | Cock Worship | Cigarette Burns - Dutch Van der Linde

Gunplay | Hate/Angry Sex | Violence Kink - Miguel O'Hara

Sneaky Sex | Fingersucking | Anal sex - Hosea Matthews

Dry Humping/Grinding | Quickies | Cumming in Pants - Micah Bell

Knife Play | Blood Kink | Handjobs - Javier Escuella

Squirting | Cam Sex | Service Top - Bill Williamson

Author’s Choice? Perchance…

[nouearth]

happy one year to nouearth!

okay, to be frank, the one year anniversary passed on the 15th, HAHA. but it's better late than never, right? i got so busy that i forgot to make a post celebrating this mini accomplishment!

it's craaaazy how fast time flew by. i actually never thought i'd be doing this little hobby for so long? i tend to have a habit of abandoning stuff i create online, but i'm glad i decided to stick around for longer because i've met so many amazing people (even though 99% of them are anons) from writing.

for a quick story time, i started this blog because i was reading a ton of miguel o'hara x male reader stories right after seeing across the spider-verse! i couldn't get enough of him, as you can see... it all led me to creating this blog.

one of the main reasons why i did was that i just wasn't really satisfied with the content? majorities of the stories were involving top!reader, and i think we need a healthy balance of both! two weeks later since that movie dropped, viola! i'm here, and my first fic ended up being 'joy-cons' with barry allen, HAHA. but i think my blog received a lot of attention with 'servicing justice' because i remember waking up to 100+ notes overnight, which was crazy to me! and then my fic got flagged and that drastically increased, but we won't dwell on that too much.

now, a year later, and i'm at 3.5k followers! numbers don't really mean much to me, since i'm sure only a handful actually interact and most are abandoned accounts, but i'm appreciative of all the likes, reblogs, comments, asks, and most importantly, patience! i've never felt so much love for my works before (and frankly, i don't think i deserve them, HAHA) but i'm glad a few of my fics can make an impact on someone's life, even if it's just for a few minutes of happiness.

i'll cut it short now, so thank you all so much for one year of making me feel less alone in my little life! i feel like i should do a q&a because that seems fun, but LOL I DON'T THINK PEOPLE WOULD CARE.

now, onto the next year?

[silverisfuzzy]

patched up - NSFW

miguel o'hara x peter b parker (spiderdads)

interact on ao3 too if ya wanna :)

tags: hurt/comfort, anal fingering, anal sex, blow jobs, miguel uses his talons, service top peter, bottom miguel

summary: miguel gets hurt saving peter so he takes care of him… and other stuff

!! MINORS DNI !!

“Miguel! Hey, wait a second!” Peter yells, ripping off his mask, at the taller man after stepping through the portal back to headquarters. Miguel was a few steps ahead of him, gripping the arm that he had just used to plow his body through a large chunk of concrete flying in Peter’s direction to knock it off course.

“Let go, Peter,” Irritation plaguing Miguel’s voice as he tried to pull his arm from Peter’s grip.

“No…because what you did back there was stupid!”

Miguel’s jaw tightens and yanks his arm free, “I did what I had to do.”

“Man, seriously, you realize we’re all unnaturally strong, right? Even if it did hit me, I’m sure I would have been fine!” Peter argues, crossing his arms.

“You don’t sound too confident,” Miguel quips as he pulls up the screens from his desk.

“Shut up, I… are you not going to treat yourself?” Peter notices that Miguel lacks any urgency to tend to his injuries, instead returning his focus right away to work on maintaining the multiverse.

“I’m busy, I’ll do it later,” He brushes him off, swiping through different anomaly reports.

“Miguel-” Peter touches his arm and Miguel hisses in pain. He retracts his hand immediately, stepping around Miguel’s body to get a better look at him. “You’re bleeding,” Peter says, noticing the light from Miguel’s suit reflecting off of the blood streaming down his face and chest.

Miguel breathes sharply, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Peter sighs and looks around the room, “Don’t you have first aid around here?”

“Peter, I-”

“No, I don’t want to hear it. Do you really expect me to just go home knowing that you’re sitting here like this because you wanted to save me?” The man remained stern in his voice, refusing to lose the unnecessary argument that wouldn’t be happening had Miguel just trusted him.

“I can do it myself, Peter,” He scoffed.

“Okay…lift your arm then.” Peter challenges, knowing that Miguel is unable to do what was asked. “That’s what I thought, now show me where you keep your stuff.”

Miguel huffs, stepping back from the hologram monitors, and opens a portal without a word. Peter trails behind and finds himself in the middle of a small, dark apartment. He catches Miguel’s frame disappearing into a room and follows him into a bedroom that doesn’t appear to look lived in at all and flips the light switch. Miguel sits on the edge of the bed with a quiet groan and gestures to the dark bathroom across from the bed.

“Under the sink,” He says, dropping his hands onto his lap. Peter walks over to the bathroom, digging through the cabinet, and collecting the first aid supplies before returning to where Miguel sat.

Peter lays everything out across the bed sheets next to Miguel and removes the gloves from his suit, “Alright, take off the mask.” He stands in front of him, almost completely level with Miguel’s sitting form.

Miguel keeps his gaze aimed away from Peter as he touches his watch, deactivating his mask and the upper part of his suit. The top of his head was a mess of curls that blocked Peter from getting a proper view of his injuries.

“Look at me,” Peter urges and quickly regrets it as he finally takes in the damage that Miguel had taken to protect him. His face was littered with cuts and splotches of dirt mixed with blood. It followed down to his chest where the skin was almost split open, he would need stitches to close them. Peter’s eyes move back up to his, “Shit, Miguel.”

Miguel stays silent and closes his eyes, “Can we just get this over with?” Peter snaps away from his staring and gets to work on cleaning Miguel’s face from the blood and dirt with a wet towel. He’s sure not to press on the skin too much to avoid hurting him. Though, the disinfecting would undo any of that effort as Miguel’s face twisted in pain. Peter quietly apologized and kept moving. The cuts on his face were not too deep, only needing a few small bandages. Peter cringed as he now turned his focus to Miguel’s chest. He shifted onto his knees between Miguel’s legs to work easier. Repeating the process of cleaning and disinfecting but now with the added step of sewing Miguel’s skin back together. Peter was no expert at it but he’s sewn his fair share of wounds in his twenty years of being Spider-Man. Granted they were always on himself, having to sew someone else up somehow hurts worse.

Peter failed to notice Miguel taking in the concentrated look on his face as he braced himself for each prick of the needle under his skin. Peter cut the last of the thread and sat back to look over his work. Satisfied, he stood and took another clean, wet towel to wipe off the rest of the dirt and blood that stained his body.

“How’s your arm?” Peter asked, wiping the last of the dirt from under his eye.

Miguel sticks his arm out slowly, the muscle shifting and tightening, “It’s okay, just sore.”

“You don’t have to protect me like that, y’know?” Peter sighed as he mindlessly rubbed away at the blood that stained the skin on Miguel’s collarbone.

“I know but I…” Miguel trailed off, debating if he should answer truthfully.

“Hm?”

“Mayday shouldn’t have to lose a father…” He mumbled quietly but not a word escaped Peter’s ears as he halted his movements with the wet towel.

“Don’t say that, Miguel,” he stayed silent. “Look at me,” Miguel doesn’t move and keeps his head facing his lap. Peter lifts his hand, hooking a finger under Miguel’s chin and pulling his face upward. “You were an amazing father and you deserve to be here,” he stays quiet, feeling the warmth of Peter’s hand against his face. “Say it for me.”

“What?”

“Say that you deserve to be here.”

Silence.

“I’ll wait here all night if I have to.” Miguel takes a deep breath, he knows that Peter isn’t lying. He has the patience of a saint.

“I…I-I deserve to be here.”

“Of course you do,” Peter smiles gently, still holding Miguel’s face. Were we always this close? He’s so tall, his head reaches my chest when he’s just sitting down. Something in Peter’s chest writhes under his gaze. It couldn’t hurt, right? I mean, it could, he could easily send me straight through the wall. He raises his other hand, adjusting both to cradle Miguel’s cheeks in his palms. Brushing his thumbs across his skin, battered and bruised, feeling them grow warmer as he stares back into Peter’s eyes.

Peter leans forward and by some grace of God, Miguel doesn’t pull back. His breath shakes as the distance shrinks. Miguel’s nose presses lightly against his cheek as their lips finally meet. It’s a tender little thing, slightly dry from their bodies exerting themselves during battle. His lips are softer than he imagined during all of those late nights when he couldn’t sleep. Peter almost doubts himself from the lack of response and is about to break the kiss when Miguel sighs against his lips. A hand lands on his hip, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss that Peter reacts to immediately. Miguel’s mouth tastes of the dirt that found its way through his suit mask but he doesn’t mind it. He’s sure he’s not any better. Something brushes at the seam of his lips that catches him off guard for a moment. Peter leans into it, opening his mouth to let Miguel’s tongue intrude on the space there.

The hand on his hip pulls him forward as Miguel lays back on the bed. Peter climbs up between his legs, trapping his body with his hands framing his waist. Miguel hums into his mouth, tongues pressing and gliding past each other, swallowing the other’s noises before they make it into the open air.

Peter breaks the kiss first, trailing his lips down Miguel’s jaw and onto his neck. He bites at the skin there and revels in the low whine that tumbles out from the other man. Peter pecks at the faint, blooming bruise, his breath fanning across the damp skin, “Is this okay?”

Miguel nods, pulling Peter closer by his waist with his good arm, and feels the hardening heat in his pants against his own. Peter gasps and holds back a groan as he dips his head back down. He captures Miguel’s nipple in his mouth, rolling the bud gently between his teeth. Miguel’s head falls back onto the bed, his hand moving from Peter’s waist to tangle fingers in his hair. A sharp moan escaped his lips as it suddenly became Peter’s mission to pull as many of those noises from Miguel’s throat as possible. He bit down on the bud again, another moan, and a buck of his hips against his own. Shit.

Peter repeats the assault on his other nipple, earning more noises spilling from Miguel’s lips. He feels nails scratch at the back of his head as he kisses carefully down his stitched and sore torso. Settling on the ground at the foot of the bed, hot breath ghosts over the clothed bulge between Miguel’s legs.

“Can you turn it off for me, baby?” Peter asks and looks up at Miguel, massaging gently at his hips. Miguel shudders a breath and reaches his hand to wave at his watch, deactivating the remaining suit. The rest of his body inches into view, his sculpted thighs framing Peter’s shoulders and begging to be dug into with his nails. He brought his focus back to the hard, red-flushed cock twitching and standing at attention. He was leaking already after being given such little friction. Peter wraps a hand around him at the base and slides it up to the tip, gathering the precum with his fingers. The motion pulls a soft moan from Miguel, the muscles in his stomach tensing as his hand continues to stroke him agonizingly slow. Peter pulls Miguel’s hand from where it’s twisted up in the bedsheets and places it on the back of his head as he leans forward to hover his mouth over his cock. Peter stares up through his eyelashes, locking eyes with the larger man.

Holding eye contact, Peter takes him into his mouth, sinking down completely in one fell swoop. Miguel gasps, his thighs tensing and squeezing around Peter’s head trying not to thrust further into its wet warmth. He held his mouth down until his throat spasmed, forcing him to pull off. Peter breathes heavily as he licks a stripe over the vein along the underside of his length and sucks the head back between his lips.

“Madre de Dios, your mouth,” Miguel pants, staring down at Peter sucking sweetly around his cock. He bobs his head slowly, the hand in his hair guiding him, and holds their gaze. Peter set a steady pace, hollowing his cheeks and drawing out long moans from the injured man above him. Miguel hissed through his teeth before dropping his jaw in a groan, twisting his hand in Peter’s hair.

“Stop…stop,” Miguel pants, batting weakly at Peter’s forehead to get his mouth off of him. He obliges, pulling off of him with a wet pop. “Peter please,” he begs, his pupils blown and clouded with desire.

“Do you-“ Peter starts before getting cut off.

“Bottom drawer,” Miguel points at the nightstand a few feet away. Shuffling over, Peter pulls a small bottle of lube from the drawer. He stands and looks over to Miguel and takes in the sight. His heart pounds proudly in his chest seeing Miguel’s hair disheveled and the glistening sweat beading across his chest. Peter resumes his position above Miguel on the bed to capture his lips once again. He licks into his mouth easily, forcing him to taste himself from his tongue. He plants short kisses across his cheek and neck before sitting up. After readjusting Miguel’s legs, Peter squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up before slipping his hand down between his legs. The pad of his finger presses past the rim of the tight entrance and Peter takes note of Miguel’s reactions: eyes closed, brows furrowed, biting his lip as a small whine bubbled in his throat. He throbbed in his suit, which was beginning to feel overwhelming. It didn’t take long for Miguel to open up, his body practically swallowing down each finger to the hilt making him moan at a higher pitch as they curled into his prostate.

“You're gonna be good for me, let me take care of you,” Peter leaned forward to kiss softly under Miguel’s chin, feeling the plush walls clench around his fingers. “You like that, huh?” He laughs under his breath, scissoring the three fingers he had buried in the man, who failed to bite back a faint whine. His attempt failed worse when Peter removed his fingers, his face twisting into desperate disappointment.

“You’re still sure about this?” Peter asks, planting a kiss just under Miguel’s ear and pulling back to face him.

“Yes, sí por favor- te necesito,” Miguel pleads, trying to lean up closer. A hand is gently placed on his chest, pushing him back down to the bed.

“Easy, just relax,” Peter’s hand drags down over the wounds as he sits up to reach behind his neck to unzip his suit. He stands for a moment to pull his clothing off completely, feeling eyes on him when his own cock springs free from its confines, and takes the lube in hand before crawling back onto the bed. He spreads a generous amount along his length and lines himself up with Miguel. He locks eyes with him once again and breathes as he pushes in past the rim. One of Peter’s hands guides his cock as the other grabs hold of Miguel’s thigh while he gasps, his muscles swapping between tensing and loosening. “You’re so tight, fuck,” Peter moans, inching deeper and pushing past the walls that pulsed around him. After a moment, their hips froze as they finally met, cock buried to the hilt. Miguel groaned at the stretch, not once expecting the size Peter was hiding under his suit. He felt like he was being split apart in the most mouthwatering way possible. Desperately wishing that he wasn’t as hurt as he was so he could be taken like he wanted to. Face-down and entirely as his mercy. But this was perfect too.

Miguel reached his hand out for Peter, gathering him in his arms, and practically stuck his tongue down his throat as he waited (im)patiently for his body to adjust. Peter complied, their lips moving in tandem. He rocked his hips slightly to test the water, the kiss broke as Miguel moaned into the space between them.

“You okay?” Peter asked, their lips brushing.

Miguel nodded, “Keep going…please.” Without a second thought, Peter pulled his hips back and drove into him, punching out another groan. His hand tugs a leg up onto his waist and buries deep into him with shallow thrusts. Peter moans and presses his face into Miguel's cheek, propped up on an elbow with talons teasing the skin of his back.

“You can hold onto me, it’s o- shit!” A sharp pain fired across the expanse of his back, white-hot, and went straight to his hips. Peter gripped Miguel's thigh tighter and thrust forward roughly but it didn't go without appreciation given the noise that rose high in Miguel's throat. Blood trickled down his back as he put more effort into milking out every moan from the man under him. Sitting up further on his elbows, he adjusted his hips, pulled out most of the way and thrust back in. Miguel threw his head back against the blankets, digging his talons deeper into the skin.

The crease between Miguel’s eyebrows smoothed away as he submitted himself to the pleasure, his voice, along with wet slapping skin, filled the room.

“Oh god, Peter,” Miguel moaned and bit his lip, drawing specks of his own blood with his fangs. The pace wasn’t overwhelming but it was enough to start turning the hot coil in his core. However, he may have thought too early as Peter braced himself and thrust into him at almost lightning speed. Sitting back, Peter grabs onto Miguel’s hips and keeps his pace but now with the added sensation of his cock driving right into his prostate. Peter watches Miguel’s eyes roll back as his voice dissolves into whimpers, his hips trying desperately to meet him while being held down to the bed. “Así, así, Peter- ah,” he moaned under his breath, mouth slack, fangs peeking out, drool dripping down his cheeks from the corners of his mouth. His hands dropped to the bed and he dug his talons into his own palms. Peter panted and groaned, rolling his hips and grinding into his prostate.

Peter slows down slightly, falling forward with hands moving from Miguel’s hips to pin his hands next to his head. Heels pressed harshly into his backside, drawing him deep. He stares down at Miguel, whose eyes are closed. Peter releases a hand to cup his cheek, wiping the spit away with his thumb.

“Look at me, Miguel,” Peter demands, squeezing their locked hands. Miguel opens his eyes, locking with Peter’s once again. “Let go for me, baby,” Peter whispers, his thrusts are precise, hitting at the perfect angle and speed. A few moments pass before he feels Miguel flutter around him and succumbs to his orgasm, fighting desperately to keep his eyes open. White sticky slick coats his stomach and chest, the talons of his free hand flying to sink into his waist. Peter finishes with a grunt shortly after, riding both of them through their orgasms. He leans down to kiss Miguel, tasting the small amount of blood in a mess of tongues and spit as he comes to a still. He coats small kisses across his cheeks, nose, and forehead before pulling away. They stay in silence, only listening to the sound of them catching their breath. Peter sits up, pulling out gently, and buries his desire to push his cum back in as it leaks out. Another time.

He gathers a small, clean towel from the medical supplies that are still laid, scattered, across the bedsheets and begins to wipe clean the white substance from Miguel’s skin as well as the blood from his own. They both would need a shower at some point but they had a long day, so Peter cleared the bed of the supplies and urged Miguel to climb under the blankets. Peter scoots in after him and curls the larger body into his chest, running his fingers through his hair and occasionally planting small kisses on his forehead.

A hand trails down to smooth over the fresh stitches along his chest, “I need you to promise you’ll never do that again,” Peter whispers, images flashing behind his eyes of Miguel lying on the ground, groaning in pain as he tried to get up on his own.

“I would but we both know I would be lying,” Miguel tightens his arm around Peter’s plush waist and nuzzles into his neck, “You deserve to be here too, Peter.”

[estercity]

OH OH FOR THE choose violence ASK GAME: 1 2 3 and 7 >:D

1. the character everyone gets wrong

i sent like a collective 30 minutes of voice notes to haterville last week about miguel o'hara fans who don't know him from anything other than spiderverse that also includes the directors. oh my GOD how do you assassinate a character that hard he has maybe 10 fans. and you upset ALL OF THEM. tbh that makes it less of the fault of the fans but they are like... OBJECTIVELY FOLLOWING... THE WRONG CHARACTERISATION OF HIM. SO.

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

kittan would think he's a top, but literally every single time he's shown sexual interest it's imagining himself Beneath someone else which like positoning blah blah blah i just think this man wants to take it. but won't admit to it because it makes him feel less masculine. wherever he ends up he is Service though, i will go down swinging on that hill

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

OH THERE'S BEEN SO MANY... my (least) favourite one recently has been rewriting a character's bisexuality because they're a woman with attraction to feminine men or a man with attraction to masculine woman. :')

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

honestly? fucking cahara. like idk where the point of the game is that all of them are fucked, doomed and (sans enki) are all-but-confirmed to have no greater purpose... funger fans love to make him the centre of all their little theories, and all the content even partially tied to the girl! it's made me sick of him. put him back in the dungeons

[corazondebeskar-reads]

Fic Recs - Other

Fic recs featuring media other than Star Wars and The Last of Us.

Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = rough/bdsm elements, 💀 = dead dove do not eat

Mind the warnings, and please read responsibly. you control your own media consumption.

All Fic Recs

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels - "Kingsman: The Golden Circle"

it tastes like acid by @psychedelic-ink (oneshot)

summary: he came by every wednesday to ask for your services, he's a broken man, you can tell. however, you didn't expect him to break you in return.

Dieter Bravo - "The Bubble"

Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried (series, complete)

summary: dumped and drowning in a summer storm, you duck inside a coffee shop to hide from your broken heart. Covered in plants and hand drawn images over exposed brick, it seems like a slice of heaven. The owner brings you a blueberry muffin and a promise; you’ll fall in love with him before the new year.

Red Herring by @nothoughtsjustmeds (one-shot)

summary: red herring (n.): an unimportant fact, idea, event, etc. that takes people's attention away from something important.

Dave York - "The Equalizer 2"

⛓🏴The Violence of You by @whataperfectwasteoftime (oneshot)

summary: You’re so fucking predictable. You have a bad night, and you come crawling to him, the only person who can take all this pain inside you and do something with it.

Black Jaguar by @oogaboogasphincter (one-shot)

summary: dave returns home from a job and can’t wait to indulge in you.

⛓ the dress series by @janaispunk (ongoing)

summary: You’re having an affair with Dave York. When he takes you on a week-long vacation, you realize that you have deeper feelings for him than you should.

⛓ Penance by @max--phillips (one-shot)

summary: dom!dave and boot worship

Ezra - "Prospect"

⛓B is for Bathroom Control by @max--phillips (oneshot)

pro-dom Ezra and piss play

I Forget About Time and Space by @psychedelic-ink (oneshot)

summary: you cook for ezra's guests, and seeing the sight of you being so domestic awakens something in him.

⛓ Plaited and Braided by @bonezone44

summary: Ezra gets a hold of a supersonic whip (aka bullwhip) and tries it out on you. There’s aftercare and then there’s sex.

Francisco "Frankie" Morales - "Triple Frontier"

🏴⛓ A Little Mishap by @lincolndjarin (oneshot)

summary: you and frankie return to base camp after an unsuccessful mission, each of you blaming the other for the outcome.

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Verse)

distracted by @cool-iguana

summary: reader is sick of Miguel playing video games and not giving her attention, so she does something about it.

Max Phillips - "Bloodsucking Bastards"

i wanna do bad things with you by @chronically-ghosted (series; ongoing)

summary: you ask him to bite you, but he has some reservations. you agree to work up to it and test his limits.

Javier Peña - "Narcos"

Paranoid Heart by @goodwithcheese (ongoing)

summary: Maybe reckless hearts come in pairs.

Moon Knight

⛓ Be Lost by @juneknight (series; ongoing)

Marc Spector

summary: after a series of failures to find a dominant, your long time best friend Marc offers to give topping you a shot.

Crossovers

Welcome to the Carnal-val by @covetyou

ft. Dieter Bravo & Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

summary: Ladies and gentlefolk, adults of all ages, come one, come all, to the Carnal-val. Witness the most spectacular sights, jaw-dropping feats of depravity, and awe-inspiring liberties taken with Pedro characters.

[way-of-love]

I Didn’t Ask! (Miguel O'Hara x FemReader) (R-Rated)(ONE SHOT) (NO MINORS)

Miguel has been seeing you for a while. There’s no title on the type of relationship you have and you’re alright with that. But you’re tired of always being the bottom. Always giving him what he wants. So what about you? You had wants. And tonight you will show him just how bossy you could be. But in the end you wondered just how deep you’ve fallen into the hole of his.

Warning: CHOKING; BREEDING; CUSSING; FemDom(SLIGHTLY); Friends with benefits; talks of impregnation; and we curse the name of Peter B. Parker! (Jk he’s the best); slight male whimpering

Enjoy! ❤️

You couldn't stand him anymore! Not when he was acting more of a dick than usual. Sex here, sex there, you always gave it to him whenever he...he never asked.

He gave you this signal with his red eyes and then a small gesture with his head as to not draw attention whenever he was out being Spider-Man. As if people in Nueva York really cared that he was banging some reporter from the 'Nueva York Times'. You thought it was really cute! A super hero fucking the top reporter to keep her from revealing his true identity to the world!

How romantic.

In fact, it was so romantic that every time he saved the day and you weren't around to witness it he'd come all the way to your apartment to tell you about it when he was balls deep inside you!

Don't get yourself wrong, you really liked the guy but he didn't take no for an answer. He'd end up sedusing you and then you both end up in bed together. No more.

You were tired of being his bottom bitch taking all the hits until he went soft inside you. Tonight would be completly differet.

Yeah, totally. Just get him to relax a bit and release once or twice, then you'd strike.

You hummed in agreement with yourself around the cock that was gliding in and out of your drooling mouth. Miguels hands encased your head keeping it still as he used it for his own pleasure. At this point you weren't sure if he wanted to keep you quiet about his identity and what he was doing with his little spider army or if he really just liked you.

For some strange reason the first one sounded more like him than the latter. But you know, you could be wrong. By the sounds of his deep moans you could be very wrong.

“Fuck— Chiquita…you know exactly what I like.” He mumbled in ecstasy as his fingers slowly slipped into your hair and grabbed a fistful of it.

It didn’t hurt. It never did but you hated it. He ends up always messing up your hair with his need to grab things when he was on the urge of release. With the plan you were concocting you needed him to be as pleased as can be.

So when his release came he’d go to mount you then you’d make your plan into reality.

And when he came with a shudder, the toss back of his head and a hiss through his fanged teeth you, being the docile little receiver of his seed sucked slowly, as if you were truly enjoying this. Tongue swiping left and right on his underside as he throbbed with each string of his release.

Before you knew it he was pull out of your mouth with an loud wet pop. You swallowed whatever was left over and stood when he grabbed for you.

“Y/N this mouth of yours… I don’t even want to know how many others you’ve sucked off to like that,” Miguel scoffs before a light chuckle follows suit as if what he said was purely amusing.

Cocky bastard.

“Hmmm. You’re right, I don’t think you wanna know.” You smirk with your head tilted and a finger wiping the corner of your mouth.

Now that certainly irked him. His amused grin immediately dropped and his jaw was set.

He took hold of your upper arm and gently urged to you bend over the bed he was once sitting on while getting serviced, “Shut up and bend over,” He began to mumble while his suit began to digitize away.

“‘You’re right I don’t think you wanna know.’” He mocked under his breath placing his hands on your bare hips but before you could bend, you turned in his arms and smiled up innocently at him. Miguel just starred at you with an annoyed expression and a heavy erection. (BA DUM TSSS)

“What?” He snapped.

“I want to try something new,” Your lips perked a bit and your hands slowly came up to his fore arms, his hands settled on your round hips.

Before Miguel can filter what you meant by new he assumed ‘new’ as in, a new hole.

“Anal? But I thought you needed to be prep—“ You quickly covered his mouth with your hand and pinched the bridge of your nose with the other while closing your eyes.

He simply looked annoyed while looking down at you expectantly.

“No Miguel. I mean— yes, I have to prepare for anal but that’s not what I’m talking about!” You took your hands back and clasped them together.

“Miguel, I want to be on top. I want to ride you,” You made sure to say so very very slowly so he can fully understand. Sometimes to you he had the same IQ as a five year old learning something new for the first time.

And with Miguel… let’s just say he was very old fashioned when it came down to the sex department. He barely knew what a blow job was until he met you and now that he tasted it from you there was definitely no going back for him.

Miguel’s brows furrowed once more as he looked at you wondering what you meant by riding.

“So…you mean you want to be on top when we fuck?”

You nod your head slowly turning back around to pat the mattress with a stunning smile,” Exactly. You get to lay down here and you get to have me bounce, and bounce and bounce on your lap until you’re completely satisfied.”

He pretended like it didn’t interest him but deep down you knew he was a sucker for a woman who took control. So to urge him a bit to do it you crawled into bed and sat down on your knees fully naked. You lightly touched your breasts with the tips of your fingers and with the other hand you beckoned him towards you with a finger.

“You’ll like it baby, I promise,” Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper but you knew he heard you.

He tensed up and his wet cock jerked up a bit. He’d never seen you so…seductive before. It was as if you’ve been possessed by something. Miguel slowly crawled into bed after you making sure he got close to your face and inhaled taking in your scent. His red eyes seemed to darken in color as he examined your face. Were you possessed?

“You never ask anything of me. Yet, you ask this? You better not be up to something Y/N.” He whispered in his authoritative tone of his.

You weren’t fazed at all and all you did was keep that sweet smile but you did giggle when he made eyes contact with you. Neither one of you said anything. Neither one had to.

Because you both knew.

That Miguel was the bitch and you were going to prove it.

It didn’t take long for him to get used to being the one at the bottom of someone’s pleasure because was always the one giving it to them. No one has ever offered to ride him or even pleasure him the way you did. Hell, he barely had time to fuck his own hand when the fate of the multiverse was in his hands.

But with you he reached new heights, new pleasures he never knew he could reach and right now as you bounced up and down his thick rod while mewling like a cat he knew this was a height he’d want to reach all the time.

Your hands stayed on his chest to help you balance yourself as your hips rose and slammed down on him repeatedly. And Miguel was holding himself back from moaning too loud, because men never vocalized their pleasure during the deed.

“Bullshiiiiittt!~” You tossed your head back with mix of a laugh and a moan. He was moaning when he was fucking your mouth like a teenage boy! Oh God, the things you’d do to him if only he’d let go of his masculine pride!

You came to a slow stop and looked back down at the big bad Spider-Man seeing sweat dripping down his brow and his teeth clenching. The poor guy looked like he was struggling to keep it all together. What a pity if only he would just let go and feel good like he should. Licking your lips you smiled and slowly rolled your hips forward feeling his cock rub against your inner walls.

Miguel tilted his head back further into the pillows causing his back to arch a bit. His hands tightened around your thighs clawing at the plush skin there as if threatening to make you please him. You did it again and again until he was panting and bucking his hips up into you.

Fuck. This was so hot. He looked so docile silently begging you to ride him, to fuck him and make him cum but poor little you didn’t want to.

Slowly you loomed over him, your hands sliding up his pecks. Your palms sliding over his pebbled nipples making him hiss out. And finally your delicate hands touched his neck.

You took a breath waiting for him to reject you or to glare at you but it never came. Miguel simply bucked his hips up into yours again but gently, giving you the permission you didn’t know you were waiting for.

“Oh Miguel, papito,” You cooed softly with a tilt of your head as your fingers encased his neck giving it a gentle squeeze not really expecting a reaction from him.

He groaned out loud and his dick jumped within you. His hands squeezed your thighs tighter.

Oh?

Did he like this?

Releasing a soft giggle under your breath you began to rock your hips back and fourth a bit quicker. Your walls squeezed around him, and just as your walls did so did your fingers.

“Do you… like this Miguel?” You lean over him with your hands still around his throat.

He simply looks at you with a burning gaze of lust that sent a whole shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“M-Mhm,” The one response, deep and needy made you all but want to squeal and ride him like a deprived bitch. Shit. You didn’t think he’d sound so…submissive.

This whole thing of dominating over him felt, empowering. As if you were meant to do this! You no longer rocked on his lap you now were back to riding. Hips rising and falling on his lap, cock being swallowed by your greedy hot cunt and your wet skin slapping against each other.

Your hands squeezed his neck tighter and you couldn’t help but slip into your role. You felt wild, frenzied and powerful.

“Oh yes, yes,” A gasp left your lips.

“Chiquita…come on, get it,”His voiced cracked a bit while he encouraged you as he helped lift your hips and pull you back down. He knew you were close because your walls tightened around his girth keeping it in a chokehold just how your hands did to his neck.

Miguel loved it. Hearing your voice fill with joy as you rode him and choked him. While looking up at you, you looked like a goddess using a worthy male to breed with, to use as you pleased. And it turned him on so much.

And in all honesty, he found it pretty cum worthy.

“I-I’m fucking you, I’m fucking you~” You chanted like a breathless prayer.

He made a promise to himself he’d never moan like a woman during sex but at this very moment he moaned, legs stretched out and dare he say his own toes almost curled.

“Si mami, you’re fucking me, you’re fucking me baby,” He hissed and groaned out while trying to adjust himself beneath you just so he didn’t release too soon but for some reason you were just full of surprises and squeezed his neck tighter barely giving him any air now. His red eyes rolled back and his thick calloused hands shot up to your wrists holding them. But never pulled them away.

“No, no, no,” You moaned out feeling your release crawling up your spine,” Aquí tú me quedas. M-me miras,” (T: Here you look at me. Look at me)Pieces of your hair started to fall down your face when you leaned down, your hair fully curtaining both of your faces.

“Watch me cum on your dick! On your prideful cock that only has one use,” You lifted yourself back up working your hips harder when you caught that line of orgasm and tossed your head back.

A whine came from your lips,” And that’s… to make me cum!”

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as a cry of pure bliss left your lips and your body convulsed. Apparently you weren’t the only one who felt that release because you heard Miguel groan loudly and his hips were raised into you. Thick hot ropes of his cum shot up your center like bullets.

“Gh… Agh—! Y/N!”

Rope after rope, after rope you felt it flood your insides.

Your hands lessened around his neck after a minute. Panting you looked down seeing Miguel looking at you with red cheeks and a…a different kind of look on his face. It was unrecognizable.

Neither of you spoke as you both tried to catch your breaths. Slowly, you slid your hands down to his collar bone. What the hell were you doing? Of course you’d have a plan and complete the plan but what about after the plan?

What if he didn’t really like it? What if—

Your eyes widened seeing light little marks along his neck. They looked red and looked a lot like fingers. Instead of saying anything you internally panicked and slowly turned your attention elsewhere while tucking your lips into your mouth.

He’s going to kill you. He’s going to kill you. He’s going to kill you!!!

The both of you were panting catching your breaths and he still held your wrists delicately in his rough fingers. He wasn’t pulling away nor was he scolding you for choking him. Instead he licked his lips before speaking.

“You. Are not going to tell anyone about this,” you looked down into his red narrowed eyes seeing nothing but embarrassment.

He couldn’t even look into your eyes properly so he glanced off to the sides pretty often. He was… shy? Miguel O’Hara was acting shy?!

You felt a poof of steam coming out of your ears (if it were even possible) at how cute he looked.

Smirking you lean down catching his eyes once again.

“You came too fast. So why would I tell anyone about that?” You teased watching his face go from shock to annoyance.

You laughed as he easily lifted you up and off his lap, his cock easily sliding out of you because it got soft. And he tossed to to the side.

You bounced a bit watching him slowly sit up and glare over at you and point,” I did not cum too fast. You did something to…I know you did something!” He swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood up. Miguel was naked and you could see the curves, the angles, and the bulges of his muscles along his broad back.

It always fascinated you how he got to be so big when most of the other Spider-Men were so lean. They weren’t your cup of tea really but Miguel, you were glad you threatened him when you found out about his identity. Because if you didn’t you wouldn’t see him as often as you did.

You lay lounging on your side feeling a warmth stickiness leaving your now satisfied hole.

“I didn’t do anything Miguel. You just liked what we did. There’s nothing wrong with that,” You watched as his blue suit suddenly materialized wrapping around his body now clothing him.

“I thought you should know something,” You sat up a bit trying to fight off the tiredness you were starting to feel. Miguel glanced back at you from over his shoulder waiting for you to speak as he adjusted his dimensional band.

“I’m ovulating,” Finally you lay right back down and buried your head into your pillow immediately finding it so comfortable. “Mmmmm… you might be a dad soon if you don’t get me a plan B.”

He didn’t bother moving. Was he broken? He did know you were joking about him being a dad right? If he didn’t get you one you could always get one yourself it was no big deal.

“Miguel I—“

“I’ll get you one… next time just so we don’t have a second accident.” His mask materialized over his face and he headed towards the balcony in your bedroom.

“Wait wait! Second accident?! What do you mean? I was just joking!” You scrambled out of bed grabbing the sheets and covering your nakedness. He was already out in the open cool night air crouching on the ledge of the balcony.

“Miguel… don’t play with me. What do you mean second accident?”

You were cautious. He knew something you sure as hell didn’t. Second accident? When was there ever a first?! While you clung your the sheet to cover your nakedness from the public eye of the night he already shot a red glowing red towards a building across the street. He didn’t jump yet.

“Well, we’re keeping this one.” He stood straight and jumped. You ran over to the ledge and looked over.

“We are NOT keeping it!” You screamed out at him as he swung away. He managed to face you mid swing.

“I didn’t ask!” He yelled back before disappearing into bright city.

You just looked off into the direction he left in with your heart pumping and your annoyance rising. You KNEW it! You just knew he was acting way too docile tonight for a reason!

Turning around and stomping back inside with a angry huff you crossed your arms over your covered chest.

“That Peter B. Parker!”

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