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NSFW ALPHABET — miguel o’hara

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Miguel’s not used to aftercare as he’s usually just stayed for the sex then left rather than sticking around to see if the other person was okay. You had to teach him what it was and how to do it but once you did it quickly became his favorite, just the feeling of taking care of you and having you so reliant on him was something he enjoyed. He also likes just holding you after sex and cleaning you up.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Miguel’s favorite body part of his own is most definitely his back/arms. He himself knows how strong and built he is and he knows that you love as well so he uses it to his advantage with strength kinks and such. His favorite body part is probably your ass and he loves to grab the flesh and spank you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

He loves breeding you, being balls deep inside you and cumming you. He especially likes watching his cum drip down your thighs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to try fucking you while you’re webbed up to the wall and anyone can catch you guys. When you’re just completely helpless and can’t do anything but listen to him but he knows he could never.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s highly experienced and knows what he’s doing. He knows how to make you SCREAM. Probably experienced with not that many partners but has had enough practice with the few he’s been with.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

MIGUEL LOOOOVES BACKSHOTS and lowkey is down for reverse cowgirl to see your ass bouncing while you do all the work. He can pull on your hair and slap your ass too in that position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He takes it pretty seriously, doesn’t think that sex is something to be taken lightly.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I honestly can't see him being clean shaven honestly. It’s too much work and he’s busy keeping everything in place but I can see him getting pretty bushy although he prefers being at least a little trimmed up.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Honestly he gets carried away sometimes but on special occasions or when he wants to make it up to you by fucking you slowly and whisper sweet things in your ear.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As much as he wants to do it very often, he’s stressed at work and has a lot on his plate so there are nights where he’s simply too busy to do so.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has a breeding kink, most definitely. He’s also got a size kink and loves how small you look under him, it always gets him going.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He likes to do it in his office or just at home, with privacy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Some of you may have read my new fic but I’ll say it again, when you cry. He loves to see your tears run down your face and loves it when you beg for him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do anything to put you at risk or hurt you. Like he would slap you (consensually) but he would never do anything extreme to make you scared of him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving, like loves it. But there are times where he loves getting to cum on in your mouth or on your face. He’s gotten pretty good at it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When Miguel fucks you he’s brutal, he loves fucking you hard and rough until you’re a crying mess underneath him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’ll settle for a quickie if he’s busy and has to go on a mission last minute and he’s turned on but prefers proper sex. How often depends on how busy he is with missions but if it were up to him he’d fuck you every day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Honestly probably not, but he does dream of doing risky things. The most risk he’s willing to take is just breeding you but he knows you’re on the pill.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Now, he’s GOT STAMINA. He can go for at least 2-3 rounds and lasts as long as you last (he loves cumming together with you).

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Miguel doesn’t use toys himself but he does occasionally like using some on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you whenever he can just so he can see you squirm under him and beg him to stop.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He likes to whisper some dirty talk with you but honestly isn’t very loud. However he grunts and groans quite often.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He imagines fucking you in a room at the spider society hq just so someone like Hobie or Peter B would walk in but even then he would keep going.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

HE HAS A MONSTER COCK. 6-8 inches.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s higher than he acts upon because he’s just so busy and tired all the time but would go down to pound town any day with you. He’s honestly gotten so patient because there’s always a cockblock.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Miguel prefers to wait until you fall asleep in his arms and then falls asleep himself with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

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Pretty When You Cry, Miguel O’Hara

Pairing: Hard Dom!Miguel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,952

Warnings/Content: dacryphilia, semi-toxic (?), argument, mentions of breaking up, established relationship, smut, squirting, oral (fem receiving)

Synopsis: Constant disappointment leading to an argument where Y/n wants to end things for good. This rough trial only brings one outcome and a new discovery of Miguel’s.

Yup, he did it again. What did you expect at this point? You were left all alone once more, humiliated with nothing but an empty glass of wine and no Miguel on the other side.

You’ve had the waiter come up to about 4 times now asking if you wanted to order but you just responded with, “No thank you, my boyfriend will be here soon. I better wait for him.” The longer you waited staring aimlessly at the clock, the slower time seemed to pass. Minutes turned into hours without your boyfriend, you felt embarrassed to say the least. Every time the door swung open you looked up in hopes that he would be standing there, chest heaving up and down showing his rushed efforts with flowers and a sorry expression. This wasn’t anything surprising anymore, he’d done this countless times before but you were hoping that just this one night it’d be different than the rest of the lonely nights.

After 3 hours with Miguel being a no show you decided you’d had enough. You stood up trying to ignore the stinging at your eyes from the constant disappointment from your boyfriend everytime. You’ve probably had more fights than dates, you just didn’t know what to do or think. You just weren’t going to stand for this any longer. You knew what you deserved and this was far from it. You were going to end things tonight, with Miguel. You grabbed your bag and threw a twenty dollar bill on the table for the waiter and stormed out.

As you got into your car you saw Miguel walking down the street to the restaurant. You felt so lucky knowing that if you had seen him face to face you would’ve broken down in front of him. He looked terrible– like he simply just didn’t care. He was wearing sweatpants and a black compression shirt, looking as if he had gone to the gym over going to the date. You watched as he waltzed into the restaurant as if he had no care in the world. You didn’t care. You were going to let him walk in expecting him to see you just waiting for him with a smile, and forgive him for being hours late.

But not this time.

You got in your car and didn’t even bother to spare him a second glance as you drove in the direction of your apartment. Once you had safely arrived, you couldn’t help but let the tears just flow down your face, ruining your makeup. All the time you had spent getting ready to look your absolute best for him, knowing he never comes through. You don’t realize how long it has been until you hear someone’s rushed footsteps echoing throughout the dark street. You see his figure. You rush into the house and slam the door behind you not wanting him to see you like this– like a mess. Your heart feels like it’s about to leap

out your chest when heavy knocks on the door echo into your apartment.

“Y/n, open the door.” It was Miguel and he didn’t sound too happy, “Y/n open the fucking door I know you’re in there I heard you go inside.”

“Go away, Miguel.” You responded, albeit not in the confident way you want to. It sounded more shaky if anything.

His tone was now exasperated, “I'm not going away until you open the damn door.”

“It’s over Miguel, just leave me alone.” You pleaded not wanting to carry on anymore.

“What? You can’t be serious right now. All because of being late to one date?!” A mixture of genuine confusion and frustration was present in his voice.

You wanted to punch his face but you decided to stay silent.

“Y/n? Open the fucking door, I’m not playing with you.” He says as the knocking started again, all you felt were the vibrations of the door under your fingertips. After a few more minutes of silence he tried again, “Is this really how you want to end things with me? Through a door and not face to face? At least give me that decency of ending things properly.”

You supposed he was right. It would be wrong to end things just like this, especially after everything you two have gone through together for all these years.

Twisting the knob of your door, you now faced your boyfriend. You could tell he was beyond furious as a vein popping from his forehead gave it away. His gaze softened momentarily upon seeing your damp cheeks and ruined makeup. You couldn’t decipher it but the look in his eyes was something unreadable. Good or bad? You just really couldn’t tell, you’ve never seen this side from him. Miguel brings his thumb to wipe your damp cheeks and he repeatedly strokes your cheek. You felt the warm sensation flow in your cunt.

“Why’re you so upset?”

“I wait for you, that’s all I do, Miguel. But you don’t come through, you never do like you don’t need me anymore.” You say as tears start to well-up in your eyes once more.

“What, Y/n? You know I need you, don’t say that.”

“Don’t say you need me when you always choose other things over me. Do you hate me that much!? You just brush me aside and put everything else ahead?”

Miguel tries to embrace you in hopes of calming you down but you push him away.

“All those times I tried to spend with you doesn’t mean shit to you.” Your tears start spilling freely now down your face. Miguel takes a step towards you which causes you to step back. You keep backing up as he comes forward until your back meets the wall. Miguel reaches his hand out, cupping your face while using his thumb to wipe away stray tears. All you feel is the sensation of the warmth of him basically spreading your tears around on your face.

And he just stands there, staring at you with that same stare from earlier. The one you couldn’t read. Your eyes were so trained on him you didn’t realize his thumb slipping in between your soft lips and eventually into the warmth of your mouth. You ignored the salty taste from the tears he wiped earlier, as you began to suck on his thumb. His breath hitched when your tongue slid up and down the flesh of his thumb, looking up at him through long lashes and wide eyes.

“You don’t know how pretty you are when you cry, Y/n.” He says with stars filled with lust in his dark orbs.

“Then show me.”

It happened so quickly you didn’t register the fact that Miguel took you by your shoulders and spun you around, shoving your front against the wall your back was previously against. You let out a silent gasp at how rough he was being.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” he sighed, feeling his hot breath fan against your ear. You squirmed in his grip, hips moving and accidentally coming into contact with his obvious boner that you assumed would be painfully bulging through the thin, gray fabric of his pants.

“You like getting me mad, huh? So I can fuck some more tears out of you.” He says condescendingly. Getting off on the power he had over you, how you were so helpless in his grasp with nowhere to go.

You can’t even respond, already drunk off of him. You unconsciously began to move your hips against his straining erection, craving any sort of friction.

“Respond to me, already too fucked out to respond? I didn’t even touch you.” He says and you could practically hear the smirk on his face. There was nothing more you wanted to do than wipe it off of his face but you were aching to feel him– you wanted some sort of relief.

He knelt down, bunching up the fabric of your red dress so he could push it up so he could see your black lace panties above him. He rubs you against the lacey material and it feels ecstatic finally getting proper relief.

“You’re already wet, hm? You’re always wet for me, even when you’re upset with me?”

You whine in agreement, wanting to feel his fingers, his tongue, his cock—just anything, you just needed more. His fingers hooked around your waistband, yanking it down causing the small fabric to pool around your feet.

Miguel placed his hands on both sides of your waist, running his hands down your body.

“You know you’re absolutely gorgeous. I’d do anything to show you just how much I appreciate you.” You feel his breath get closer and closer to your dripping cunt. You held your breath as he licked a stripe up your cunt.

You let out a particularly loud moan and your hand clasps over your mouth in attempts to not bother the neighbors. Miguel started with tantalizing slow licks on your pussy making you squirm in his grasp. He stills you by tightening his grip on your thighs.

“M-miguel faster please.” you stuttered, not able to form a single coherent thought besides the fact you needed him to go faster. Your hand came down to find its way into his hair, as you tugged on it harshly.

That was enough for Miguel to take a hint, he started to lick faster, flattening his tongue to make sure he got every drop your pussy had to offer. His tongue flicked against your clit making you moan louder, though the only thing keeping them in was your hand that was still over your mouth.

“So desperate for me, don’t try to hide it Y/n. Let me hear you.” You take your hand off of your mouth and lewd noises begin spilling out, filling the room. You felt your high coming closer to its tipping point. It felt like a thousand fireworks about to be set ablaze.

He knew you so well and could feel you were close. He slowly slid in his middle finger, then ring as he focused on your clit. He pumped his fingers out slowly causing your stomach to tighten.

“I knew you weren’t going to leave me. You knew it too. You know why? Because you need me, no one can make you feel the way I do.” He asked patronizingly, keeping the pace with his fingers.

He felt the way you clenched around his fingers at that, you guessed in the back of your mind you knew you could never leave Miguel even if you wanted to. You didn’t have the strength and you loved him too much. But hearing it come from him made you even wetter.

“Please Miguel, I’m so close–” You say whining, as tears begin to stream down your face once more. You grab his hair pushing him further into your heat as the pace of his tongue begins to pick up. He begins to focus on your clit, flicking it so lightly but laps up all your juices with hunger. As you began to come, your knees began to buckle and all you could see was white and ears ringing. When you began to come back to senses, you felt Miguel’s fingers gripping your thighs and heard him groaning. When you looked down at the boy, you saw a dark gray patch contrasting his thin light gray sweatpants.

“I need you? I think you need me.” You say chuckling.

“God, I love you Y/n.” he stood up, wiping your juices from his face with the back of his hand so he could pull you in for a kiss.

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