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OH MY GODDD IM NO LONGER SHADOWBANNED ON HEREEE HELPP

but i already moved to my other account @spiderlyla lol. follow me there for more posts :)

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I've been brainrotting so hard and your writing is amazing - obsessing over the idea of Miguel being super lanky and more on the nerdy side during his college or highschool years (kinda like his old concept art!) But reader was always into him,

They could either have always been together and reader meets up with some friends and they ask stuff like "are you still with yk, that guy' and readers all like haha yea! BIG MAN SHOWS UP

Or they could bump into eachother again, both booming with a glow up like "woahh"

hii anon! thank you so much for requesting. I wrote this on my other account! here is the link <3

[spider999sposts]

hello! :3

could I request a smut prompt regarding hobie with prompt 16? reader is masc and goth ;3

i luv your writing btw ^_^

Leather Pants — Hobie Brown

🕷summery: your new outfit upgrade is driving Hobie crazy

🕷genre: smut

🕷tags & warnings: hobie brown × masc!reader, no warnings, use of: good boy, and other masc pet names

🕷a.n: so so sorry this took so long. first hobie smut and first time writing masc reader! this was sm fun, hope I did good :) constructive criticism is welcomed.

Trying to have a moment's privacy in HQ was near impossible. Between all the varients filling up any space you could find yourself in, and the fact that Miguel always had everyone tasked with something, you never had time to wind down with your boyfriend for even a moment.

It didn't help that the little relationship you had was a secret too.

"Hobie, we're gonna get caught." You whispered to him, as he pulled you by your sleeve to an empty closet in one of the labs. It was dark, tight, you felt yourself press up against him, something poking your behind as his hands snuck up your shirt. "Mm, we aren't, stop being such a wary wart, love." His voice was muffled against your neck, as he peppered it with open-mouthed kisses. His tounge peircings were cold against your skin, his body pressing further against you.

You let out a grunt, your hand wrapping around the nearby shelf. Hobie had you pressed up against the wall, unable to move. "H-Hobie—Ah—"

"You knew what you were doing when you got those pants, eh?" You've recently changed your spider-suit a little. Found a comfortable pair of leather pants that complimented your style quite well, their only flaw was that they were a little too tight around your hips, highlighting your curves rather nicely. Most spidersuits were tight anyway, but you knew your boyfriend would like this a wee too much when he saw it. Today was the first day you came in with the new upgrade, and since Hobie saw you that morning, he couldn't take his eyes of you.

"They're just pants, Hobie—Ah—" His hand came in contact with your ass, his body grinding against yours. "You're so cheeky, y'know?" He turned you around, immediately catching your lips in a kiss. "You know what you do to me, love, walking in with these tight-ass pants. Do you know how hard it was focusing on Miguel's stupid meeting when all I wanted to do was take this right off you?" His fingers pulled your pants down, and he skillfully unzipped the rest of your outfit.

The sound of his belt unbuckling made you squeeze your thighs together, that certain feeling in your stomach growing rather rapidly. He hadn't even done anything yet and you were coming undone.

You looked down at his very obvious hard-on, quite visible from under his boxers. "So, what are you gon' do about this, pretty boy?" He whispered, and you immediately kneeled infront of him.

Your hand freed his throbbing dick from his boxers, and you came face to face with his angry red tip. Hobie's hand made its way to your hair as soon as you put him in your mouth, his face visibly flushed. "Mm, such a good pup, aren't you? Taking me all in your mouth?" At his praises, you bobbed your head faster. He threw his head back in pleasure, his grip around your hair tightening, as he mindlessly shoved your face a little closer, his tip hitting the base of your throat. You gagged a little, but quickly got over it, swishing your tounge around his length, tasting his salty pre-cum on your tounge already.

"Fuckkk, you drive me fuckin' mad. F'had enough of this." He pulled himself out of your mouth, your saliva glossing your lips. He put a hand on your jaw, helping you up just to bend you over on the small table in the closet. "Hobie, please.." You whined, and he brushed his dick against your needy hole, your whines getting louder.

"Please what, love? Y'gonna tell me what you want?" He replied in a fake whine, a smirk on his handsome face. "I want you to put it in me, please, Hobie."

"Mm, love it when you're so—" He pushed himself inside of you, and if anyone was passing by outside, they would've surely heard the loud sound that had just erupted from you. "—fuckin' desperate, fuck, you're so tight." Your walls enveloped him completely, tighting around him as he thrusted into you. The sounds of slapping skin, moans, and groans filled the –now humid– closet. Hobie nibbled on your earlobe, whispering the dirtiest of phrases into your ear, his thick accent and low voice making you clench around him.  "Always feels so good to fuck you, love. Always taking me so well."

"Was gon' cream my pants just seeing you in that pair."

"Just like that, darlin', oh, fuck."

His thrusts became sloppier as the two of you reached your high, you moved your hips against him as Hobie repeatedly hit your spot. "Hobie, fuck, ah—'M so close—" He grabbed your jaw gently and pressed his lips to yours, a muffled 'Me too' spilling into your mouth. You kept rolling your hips, finally reaching your release moments later. Hobie slammed into you for a couple of minutes, before reaching his own climax and spilling his load inside of you.

You spent a few minutes panting, so dazed that you didn’t even bother moving from the table.  Hobie pulled out of you, the stretch making you let out a small satisfied sound. He pressed his lips to your cheek, the two of you very sticky. "Wear those pants more often, will ya?"

"Oh, definitely."

[spider999sposts]

Hi, how are you ? I

I was wondering if you could do a reader x miguel request where spiderman kiss upside down with miguel

(it's a canonical event for each spider) and let's say that event didn't happen

...... still hehehe

hey anon! I actually got this requested before, you can read it here. enjoy :)

[spider999sposts]

I need more jealous Miguel in my life 😩

And like that silent, secret kind of jealousy too! Crushing something in his hand by accident again when he sees someone being flirty with you, clenching his jaw and maybe even being a bit snippy with you when you ask him about someone else at HQ / the office

Ranting about it to LYLA as if he’s not jealous, all:

LYLA: “c’monnn admit it!”

Miguel: “I am not jealous. Don’t be childish”

LYLA: “sounds like something a jealous person would say..”

Miguel: “I’M NOT- I just find office romance to be inappropriate.”

LYLA: “uh-huh.”

Miguel: “..and I just don’t get what she sees in that scrawny new lab tech anyway.”

LYLA: “right, right.”

Miguel: “She should be focusing on her work. Not fraternizing with- *accidentally breaks another vile* whatever his name is. She’s smart, witty, and can do better.”

LYLA: “like you?”

Miguel: *pinching the bridge of his nose* “por el amor de dios..” (for the love of god..)

(I don’t know if I got that last one right, but you get it!)

Hi anon! I posted your request here on my other blog since this one is acting up! Hope you enjoy :)

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hi! first post from my other blog everyone :)

Tensions — Miguel O'Hara

🕸summery: your tense relationship with your boss is blooming into something you two refuse to give into.

🕸tags: miguel o'hara × fem!reader. reader is implied to be shorter than miguel. lots of tension, there is a part two so dw it doesn't just stop here.

🕸a.n: this was inspired by @general-dweebous 's idea of Miguel having an Anthony bridgerton-esque tension before having a full blown confession. will be taking inspiration from the lake scene and the lavender soap scene from bridgertone. hope you enjoy!

Miguel O'Hara and you are not friends, that was clear from the start.

You thought him an oaf, harsh and unforgiving, a man with a rage inside him that burned within him core like a thousand suns. He was impatient, barely listened, denied any help offered to him. The words 'world's greatest brain' on his mug seemed so odd to you, considering how idiotic you thought he is.

He did not like you either. He thought you reckless, stubborn, always speaking what's on your mind and standing up to him when no one ever dared. Having you in a meeting guaranteed him a headache. You were harsh with him, lenient on others. You never liked him, he never liked you. Nothing ever was going to change your minds. He was unredeemable to you, you were unbearable to him.

Sure. You'd find yourself staring at him. At his plump lips when he talked, at his condescendingly beautiful ruby eyes, at his nose that he scrunched up whenever he was irritated. You'd find yourself staring whenever he runs his hands through his dark locks, pushing back his stupidly soft hair out of his forehead. You'd find yourself staring at his body, his slim waist and broad shoulders, staring at how his muscles and abs ripped and moved underneath the tight fabric, at how anything looked small when held in his big palms.

And yes, sure, Miguel couldn't deny the way he looked at you when you walked into the room. The way he'd glance at your lips when you were berating him, the way he'd glance back into your eyes, momentarily holding your gaze. He couldn't deny the way he looked at you when you brushed past him, at how tight your suit was around your curves, the way his eyes would droop to stare at your hips when you moved, the way he'd clam up and sweat after you'd accidently touched him.

But that didn't mean anything. To either of you. Miguel O'Hara was always going to be a prick, you were always going to be a pain in his ass.

"You two are very similar, you know?" One of the Peters once said while the two of you were arguing. Miguel's head snapped towards her, you sneered and rolled your eyes.

"We are nothing alike." You said in the same breath, before the both of you took off grumbling under your breaths.

His relationship with you was unchanging, even if you two were great work partners. The way you two worked together always guaranteed a successful mission. You were delicate and graceful, a good negotiator. You'd lead the anomaly right into the trap Miguel had set up for them, you'd have have them exhaust themselves to the brink, and that's when he would go in for the final blow.

It was a running joke in HQ by now that the two of you are utterly inlove with one another, just too prideful to actually admit it. When asked about it, the two of you had different things to say.

"Okay, LYLA here! Just wanted to ask you about the rumor that you and Miguel are actually inlove!"

"Inlove? With that—With that dickhead? Is everyone out of their minds? If he was the last man on earth, I would never love him—Jeez, LYLA!"

"Hey boss, did you hear the new rumor?"

"Where are the tabs I asked you to open."

"There are rumors that you are inlove with—"

"I know about the rumor, LYLA. Now, could you please—"

"What's your opinion about it?"

"Sin comentarios." [No comment]

This rumor began to fade away little by little when you were seen hanging around Webslinger. Miguel noticed that you were almost always in a good mood if you were sent with him on a mission, or if you sat with him during tasks. It was good that you were getting off his back, he was suppose to feel relieved, but all he could really feel, was this nagging twig in his chest. Like something was tugging on his heart. You started asking him if he could send the two of you on more missions together, and begrudgingly, he would, but just so he could hear your stupid voice yelling at him when he critiqued you for being slippery, always saying that if he was there, the mission would've had no faults.

"Oh, why is that?" You once spat out at him, folding your arms over your chest, your beautiful eyes narrowing at him. "Is it because you're so good that no one does anything better than you? Patrick and I are compe—"

The phrase 'Patrick and I' made his heart clench, for no apparent reason. "It's because you and I make a good team. Always have. I'm simply stating the truth. It's not a matter of pride." He rolled his eyes, and you started arguing with him again. You hadn't argued with him for weeks when that happened, and for some odd reason, Miguel felt satisfied when he saw you marching out of the room, angrily mumbling and cussing him out.

"Yeah, boss, gotta say this isn't healthy." LYLA appeared by his shoulder, painting her nails. "You could just admit that you like her—"

"I don't." His hand moved to swish her away, causing her virtual nail polish to 'fall'. "Hey——Then why do you care so much if she goes with Webslinger or not? They make a good team too, never failed a mission together—"

"Its about efficiency, LYLA."

"They seem pretty efficient together."

"Can you—" He shot her a look, noticing how smudge she was about it. "Can you not."

LYLA just shrugged and continued to polish her nails. This game of back and forth with the two of you went on and on, with Miguel and you head-butting more often than not. You spent all your time with Patrick and your friendgroup, not even attending meetings Miguel spesfically made so the two of you could argue even more.

"If that's your love language," Jessica said, "Then honestly, I'm not surprised she doesn't want to speak with you."

"It's not a love—" Miguel groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "I just want her to care about her tasks like she used to. Pay attention to them."

"Pay attention to you, you mean."

"Por el amor de Dios—" [For the love of God]

And when a month passed without Miguel nagging you or bothering you, you started to get a bit shifty. He rarely even put you on missions with him, not bothering to invite you to meetings useless to you like he used to. You were glad he got you off the hook, but it wasn't just that. He was avoiding you, and it became pretty obvious even when you were in the same room as him.

Something changed about him.

He stole glances at you but would look away as soon as you looked up, he'd not engage in the conversation if you happened to be standing, he wouldn't even respond if you barked an insult at him.

"Why are you doing that?" You said to him, finding him standing alone on his platform. He tried to walk away, but soon realised you'd put him in a corner. "Doing what?" He asked, putting down the rapture vile on his desk. "You're....not bothering me as much."

"You asked to not be bothered."

"And you listened."

"Are you upset that I did as you wanted for once?"

"I'm surprised you did as I wanted. Since when do you listen?"

"Since when do you care?"

He took a step towards you, and you towards him. His chest bumped against your nose, and be leaned down, eyebrows knit closely. He finally met your eyes, having been avoiding your eye contact all night. His irsis were cloudy, something was on his mind. Something was brewing beneath the surface, the way he was looking at you was not what you were used to. "I...I don't." You whispered out. Your nose was filled with the scent of his minty cologne, your body heated up. Miguel shuffled in place, his eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips. He leaned in further, you could swear you felt his lips brush against yours. An electrifying spark pulled you away from the trance you were under, and it seemed it had gotten to Miguel too. He straightened up, clearing his throat.

"What do you want then?" He asked, now completely avoiding your gaze. You looked at the ground, frowning. "I want to be included in missions and meetings again."

"Ah, the work you neglected? You are remembering it now?"

"Oh, I was doing work, you know that, you put me in Tech and I went on all those missions with—" You paused, hearing a low sound. When you looked up, Miguel's lips were curled up into a small grin, his fangs protruding just a bit from the corners of his mouth. He was chuckling.

You folded your arms over your chest, biting the corner of your mouth to stop yourself from smiling. "You...You said that on purpose. To piss me off."

"Yo no." [I did not]

"Don't give me that."

"It isn't my fault you can't control your anger."

"Oh, Oh, Who's speaking?"

"Ay, por dios, eres tan atrevido. Just leave." [You're so sassy]

"Whatever."

You rolled your eyes and turned around, jumping off the platform and heading to the door.

"Hey," His baritone voice echoed through the room, you stopped in your tracks. "It's good to have you back." The smile you've been hiding all this time spread wide across your face, as you continued to angrily march towards the door.

That man drove you absolutely mad.

"I'll see you at Jess's welcome baby shower."

a.n: hi! you can check out more of my writings on my main blog: @spider999sposts :)

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hi everybody @spider999sposts here!! My blog over there is malfunctioning, I'm unsure what is happening really. I've reported the problem multiple times but I guess I'll have to wait. Will probably be posting my writings on here till it gets solved. Requests are open here too btw :)

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could you write a freaky virgin reader and miguel o’hara smut? like he would expect she’s all quiet and shy, but she’s been waiting for it for a long time and finally gets to show off her moves ;))

Surprise—Miguel O'Hara

🕸genre: smut. 18+ only.

🕸tags: virgin!female!reader × Miguel o'hara

🕸a.n: hope this is good enough anon! I spent sm time writing this while i was struggling from writer's block lol

"Mig, can we please get out of here?"

The tugs on his jacket and the nervous gaze you held made him put his drink down on the counter, protectively wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

"Why? I thought you were enjoying yourself." A blush crept to your cheeks, Miguel arched his brow. Something is off, he thought. You were not drinking ever since you arrived with him, you were looking at him with an unexplainable look in your eyes, and you clunged to his side—which was the only normal thing about you that night by far.

Your feet shuffled, "I know, I was— I am— but," Your irsis met his, a dazed, unfathomable cloud glazing over them. To Miguel, you were an open book, so he found it a little odd how he couldn't for the life of him figure out what's wrong.

You tip-toed to whisper in his ear, and he leaned down to help you out, his grip around your waist tightened, "I need you."

"What?" He replied softly, straightening up and looking around, wondering if anyone else heard that. "You need me?" He repeated, like the demand sounded unreal to him, and it was.

You've never done it before, with him, at least that's what he thought he knew, so the statement felt new.

"Please?" Your desperate plea and how your eyelashes batted at him was enough to weaken even the strongest of men. The buldge in his pants was tightening, he could feel his cock twitching underneath the fabric. He picked up his discarded whiskey, downing it all in one gulp, before leading you outside by the arm.

The two of you rode the elevator to his penthouse, with Miguel trying his best not to pounce on you right then and there. Being the man who owns the HQ building came with many perks, one of them is that it took exactly five–minutes to get to his bed.

You laid down on the wine coloured duvet, your dress riding up your thigh and the sparkly strap slipping off your shoulder. Miguel kicked off his shoes and got on top, mesmerised by the sight of you underneath him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He didn't comply, and instead sat you up, not daring to pull away. He unzipped your dress, slipping it off of you, all while intertwining your tounges in your mouth. He pulled you onto his thigh, while you undid his shirt, working on the buttons. You tasted like mints and citrus, your soft lips parted only ever so slightly, as you grinded your clothed, swollen heat on his thick thigh, cum oozing through your flimsy underwear and soaking his pants.

Miguel pulled you underneath him once his shirt slipped off, his eyes meeting yours for the second time ever since you told him those three words back at the party.

"I need you? Who says that to a man?" He rasps, his mouth at your ear, sucking the skin underneath it, leaving a big purple bruise for everyone to see. "Do you want to drive me crazy? Do you know how much I've wanted to do this?" He says in between each and every kiss, "How hard it was not ripping your tight-ass suit right off of you, everytime you walk into my office?"

He dives in, sucking on your neck, peppering kisses all over your collarbones. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Mig, Ah—Wait—" He didn't, his mind clouding with everything he wanted to do now that he could have you. All the pent up frustrations from times where he wanted to take you right then and there finally had an outlet. He was still loittering your neck with nips and hot kisses, sucking and biting to give you the brightest hickeys.

You were moaning, loudly at that, but your taps on his chest made him look up. "Mig, Wait—" When he raised his head, your face was flushed red. "I—I need to tell you something first." You pursed your lips, tangling your hands in his dark curls.

"I'm..This is my first time."

Miguel's dick twitched.

"Your first time?"

"Mhm, and there are...things I wanted to try."

His ruby eyes darkened, and a smirk made its way on his face. "Oh, is that so? Don't you want me to take the lead?" He wanted to, he wanted to so bad. He'd ruin you, have you quivering and blabbering after he'd fucked the words out of your mouth, he'd mold your insides and mark you as his. The fact that he'd never done it with you was one thing, but this was something else entierly.

You rolled your eyes at his mocking tone, as he went back to lap at your exposed nape, pushing the dress down your thighs, leaving in only your underwear. "Mm—Ah, Mig—Not so hard.." His fangs grazed your shoulder blade, and he gently sunk his teeth into the plush skin, leaving two puncture wounds. He licked the wound he caused you, then pressed a kiss to your lips, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers with his free hand.

You looked down at his length, your eyes widening at the sheer girth. He was massive, and really, really hard. You were going to have a rough fitting all of him inside of you.

Miguel grinned, his talons tugging at the flimsy underwear you wore. "¿Como lo que ves?" You felt the cold air hit your heated cunt, coming to realise that Miguel has tore the fabric right off of you.

[Like what you see?]

"M-Miguel—" Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, his fingers collected the juices that had formed between your legs, and he looked at his hands, amused. "All this for me? No wonder you wanted to get out of that party, mi amor." You pouted at how he teased you, grabbing his wrist. His sticky fingers rested on your lips, and you opened your mouth, sucking on the two of them. Miguel shuddered, "Oh, good girl.." He praised, and that was enough to make you flip the tables.

You pushed Miguel onto the bed. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he raised his hands at an attempt to go back to your original position, but you quickly grabbed your ripped underwear, wrapping it around his hands.

"What are you doing—" His eyes flashed, the sensation of your mouth on his neck made him jolt. "Untie me, now." He could very well rip that flimsy fabric off of him, you knew that too, but he was too amused. You ignored his request, kissing his hard abdomen, feeling the scars he had on his sides with the tips of your fingers. A deep groan irrupted from him as your mouth came closer and closer to his v-line. You didn't stop.

Your hands wrapped around his cock, your thumb stroking his tip. "Don't—" Your eyes were no longer familiar to him. That innocent and shy glint in your eyes he always saw was no where to be found. Like a siren, he was lured into your trap, and pretty easily too.

Your hand moved, in slow, upward and downward motions. "Fuckkkk.." Miguel grunted, staring at you as you pumped him. Your warm mouth wrapped around his tip, licking the pre-cum that spilled out of him and letting him go with a pop! "Amor, you—" Your pace was faster, you were touching him with one hand, while the other slid down to touch your swollen clit.

Miguel's eyes never left you, he watched you as you touched yourself, as your hands teased your bundle of nerves. "You know, I can help you with that." You squeezed him, and he let out a guttural growl, his eyes flashing for a second. "I have a better idea."

You let go of him, and instead, you move towards his face, your thighs at both sides of his head. Miguel's eyes widen, his nose flares, you could feel the warm air from his breath hitting your wet cunt.

"Oh, I see." His tounge runs along your folds, in a straight strip, collecting all what he can on it. "Turn around. And come a little lower." He demands, and you do as told. You move your cunt a little lower, and your face comes to face his dick. You look back at him, hesitant, and he rolls his eyes.

"You're the one who wanted this." His baritone voice sends vibrations up your legs, "Tú eres quien lo comenzó, nena." You nodded, kissing his tip.

[you're the one who started this, baby.]

Miguel buries his head in you, sucking, licking and lapping at your exposed heat like a man in drought. You open your mouth, and take whatever you could from his length, sucking on it while you wrapped your hand around the part near his base, where you couldn't fit in your mouth. "Estás caliente..¹" His muffled groans, and him squeezing your hips the way he was only encouraged you. You pumped him into your mouth, swirling your tounge around him, his sheer girth and length made you tear up as you hollowed your cheeks just to suck him a little harder. "Meirda...where the fuck did you learn to do that with your mouth, nena?" Miguel thrusted up and you almost choked. He pulled you back by your hips, fully burying himself between your legs. You felt your hole clench around his tounge, "W-Wait, Miguel—Ah—I think I'm gonna—" He tossed you off of him, and back onto the bed. His hands wrapped around your wrists, locking them above your head in a tight grip. You could see that the fabric of your panties was long discarded on the other side of the room, only some torn bits of it anyway. Miguel's cock was buried between your folds, teasing at your entrance. "Eres tan descarada.²" He whispered, your cum glossing his plump lips.

[¹you're warm]/[²you're a minx]

His tip was at your hole, and you could feel him pushing in. The stretch made your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth in an 'O' and your back arching high up till your chest collided with Miguel's. "M-miguel, I can't—I won't be able to take it—"

"Where is your confidence now, hm?" He teased, pushing in further. You squeezed around him, dragging a grunt out of him. Your legs felt like they would split open at any minute, and there was this twing of pain for a moment. Miguel let your hands go, and let you grab onto his shoulders, as you shut your eyes close, a tear at the corner of your eye.

"That's it, amor, it's okay." He whispered, his thumb swiping across your cheek to flick the tears away. He was much more gentle now, holding you still by the hips, "I'll move when you tell me to." You took a moment to adjust to his size, the sheer girth of him was too much to handle. "How does it feel?" He mumbled, leaning down to kiss you, his hand pressing against your abdomen, feeling it to pinpoint exactly where he reached. "Good, really good. You can...You can move." Out of breath, you lay back down, trying to relax. You closed your eyes for a mere second, before they blew open again. Your legs clung around his torso, as he pounded into you.

If anyone had accidently ridden the elevator to the penthouse, they would've heard something along the lines of "Oh—Ah, faster!" or the name "Miguel!" being repeated over and over again like a mantra.

You let him be on top, but as soon as you felt close, you pushed him down beside you, turning your back to him and grinding your hips against his, jumping up and down on him. Miguel sat up just slightly, your back against his hard chest, his hands on your breasts as he squeezed and kneaded them as he pleased. "Such a good girl.." He purred, biting at your neck. You let out a pathetic whine, turning to look at his crimson irsis. Miguel nodded, catching your lips in his in a passionate kiss.

You felt your walls clench around him, and you let yourself reach your high, riding it out. Miguel followed right after you, painting your walls white and keeping himself inside, holding you to his chest. You were trembling, breathless, and fucked right out of your mind, nuzzling your face in the nape of his neck.

"For your first time," He pulled out, gently pulling you into the bed, "You sure know alot of stuff." You blushed, cuddling to his chest. "I just...I saw some things, and I thought I'd want to try them with you."

"Oh, you saw some things? I'll have LYLA show me your search history then."

"Miguel!"

A shit-eating grin appeared on his handsome face, sweat beads falling from his forehead down his cheek. "I want to know what you'll have for me next time, is all."

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hey guys the @ is @spiderlyla !! Will be posting my pieces on there while working on requests here!! but I'd rather you request over there too lol.

Hi everyone! Since this account is acting up, I've been thinking of moving to another one. would yall follow if i did that? because I've been getting no replies from tumblr about the problem I'm facing rn lol

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Hi everyone! Since this account is acting up, I've been thinking of moving to another one. would yall follow if i did that? because I've been getting no replies from tumblr about the problem I'm facing rn lol

[spider999sposts]

👉🏻👈🏻 I need more of that “not really strangers” fic of yours liiiikkeeee that’s the cutest thing ever

ur so sweet omg more fluff like that coming soon then🤭

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helloooo just posted this! tumblr is still weird with me but anyways :)

could you write a freaky virgin reader and miguel o’hara smut? like he would expect she’s all quiet and shy, but she’s been waiting for it for a long time and finally gets to show off her moves ;))

Surprise—Miguel O'Hara

🕸genre: smut. 18+ only.

🕸tags: virgin!female!reader × Miguel o'hara

🕸a.n: hope this is good enough anon! I spent sm time writing this while i was struggling from writer's block lol

"Mig, can we please get out of here?"

The tugs on his jacket and the nervous gaze you held made him put his drink down on the counter, protectively wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

"Why? I thought you were enjoying yourself." A blush crept to your cheeks, Miguel arched his brow. Something is off, he thought. You were not drinking ever since you arrived with him, you were looking at him with an unexplainable look in your eyes, and you clunged to his side—which was the only normal thing about you that night by far.

Your feet shuffled, "I know, I was— I am— but," Your irsis met his, a dazed, unfathomable cloud glazing over them. To Miguel, you were an open book, so he found it a little odd how he couldn't for the life of him figure out what's wrong.

You tip-toed to whisper in his ear, and he leaned down to help you out, his grip around your waist tightened, "I need you."

"What?" He replied softly, straightening up and looking around, wondering if anyone else heard that. "You need me?" He repeated, like the demand sounded unreal to him, and it was.

You've never done it before, with him, at least that's what he thought he knew, so the statement felt new.

"Please?" Your desperate plea and how your eyelashes batted at him was enough to weaken even the strongest of men. The buldge in his pants was tightening, he could feel his cock twitching underneath the fabric. He picked up his discarded whiskey, downing it all in one gulp, before leading you outside by the arm.

The two of you rode the elevator to his penthouse, with Miguel trying his best not to pounce on you right then and there. Being the man who owns the HQ building came with many perks, one of them is that it took exactly five–minutes to get to his bed.

You laid down on the wine coloured duvet, your dress riding up your thigh and the sparkly strap slipping off your shoulder. Miguel kicked off his shoes and got on top, mesmerised by the sight of you underneath him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He didn't comply, and instead sat you up, not daring to pull away. He unzipped your dress, slipping it off of you, all while intertwining your tounges in your mouth. He pulled you onto his thigh, while you undid his shirt, working on the buttons. You tasted like mints and citrus, your soft lips parted only ever so slightly, as you grinded your clothed, swollen heat on his thick thigh, cum oozing through your flimsy underwear and soaking his pants.

Miguel pulled you underneath him once his shirt slipped off, his eyes meeting yours for the second time ever since you told him those three words back at the party.

"I need you? Who says that to a man?" He rasps, his mouth at your ear, sucking the skin underneath it, leaving a big purple bruise for everyone to see. "Do you want to drive me crazy? Do you know how much I've wanted to do this?" He says in between each and every kiss, "How hard it was not ripping your tight-ass suit right off of you, everytime you walk into my office?"

He dives in, sucking on your neck, peppering kisses all over your collarbones. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Mig, Ah—Wait—" He didn't, his mind clouding with everything he wanted to do now that he could have you. All the pent up frustrations from times where he wanted to take you right then and there finally had an outlet. He was still loittering your neck with nips and hot kisses, sucking and biting to give you the brightest hickeys.

You were moaning, loudly at that, but your taps on his chest made him look up. "Mig, Wait—" When he raised his head, your face was flushed red. "I—I need to tell you something first." You pursed your lips, tangling your hands in his dark curls.

"I'm..This is my first time."

Miguel's dick twitched.

"Your first time?"

"Mhm, and there are...things I wanted to try."

His ruby eyes darkened, and a smirk made its way on his face. "Oh, is that so? Don't you want me to take the lead?" He wanted to, he wanted to so bad. He'd ruin you, have you quivering and blabbering after he'd fucked the words out of your mouth, he'd mold your insides and mark you as his. The fact that he'd never done it with you was one thing, but this was something else entierly.

You rolled your eyes at his mocking tone, as he went back to lap at your exposed nape, pushing the dress down your thighs, leaving in only your underwear. "Mm—Ah, Mig—Not so hard.." His fangs grazed your shoulder blade, and he gently sunk his teeth into the plush skin, leaving two puncture wounds. He licked the wound he caused you, then pressed a kiss to your lips, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers with his free hand.

You looked down at his length, your eyes widening at the sheer girth. He was massive, and really, really hard. You were going to have a rough fitting all of him inside of you.

Miguel grinned, his talons tugging at the flimsy underwear you wore. "¿Como lo que ves?" You felt the cold air hit your heated cunt, coming to realise that Miguel has tore the fabric right off of you.

[Like what you see?]

"M-Miguel—" Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, his fingers collected the juices that had formed between your legs, and he looked at his hands, amused. "All this for me? No wonder you wanted to get out of that party, mi amor." You pouted at how he teased you, grabbing his wrist. His sticky fingers rested on your lips, and you opened your mouth, sucking on the two of them. Miguel shuddered, "Oh, good girl.." He praised, and that was enough to make you flip the tables.

You pushed Miguel onto the bed. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he raised his hands at an attempt to go back to your original position, but you quickly grabbed your ripped underwear, wrapping it around his hands.

"What are you doing—" His eyes flashed, the sensation of your mouth on his neck made him jolt. "Untie me, now." He could very well rip that flimsy fabric off of him, you knew that too, but he was too amused. You ignored his request, kissing his hard abdomen, feeling the scars he had on his sides with the tips of your fingers. A deep groan irrupted from him as your mouth came closer and closer to his v-line. You didn't stop.

Your hands wrapped around his cock, your thumb stroking his tip. "Don't—" Your eyes were no longer familiar to him. That innocent and shy glint in your eyes he always saw was no where to be found. Like a siren, he was lured into your trap, and pretty easily too.

Your hand moved, in slow, upward and downward motions. "Fuckkkk.." Miguel grunted, staring at you as you pumped him. Your warm mouth wrapped around his tip, licking the pre-cum that spilled out of him and letting him go with a pop! "Amor, you—" Your pace was faster, you were touching him with one hand, while the other slid down to touch your swollen clit.

Miguel's eyes never left you, he watched you as you touched yourself, as your hands teased your bundle of nerves. "You know, I can help you with that." You squeezed him, and he let out a guttural growl, his eyes flashing for a second. "I have a better idea."

You let go of him, and instead, you move towards his face, your thighs at both sides of his head. Miguel's eyes widen, his nose flares, you could feel the warm air from his breath hitting your wet cunt.

"Oh, I see." His tounge runs along your folds, in a straight strip, collecting all what he can on it. "Turn around. And come a little lower." He demands, and you do as told. You move your cunt a little lower, and your face comes to face his dick. You look back at him, hesitant, and he rolls his eyes.

"You're the one who wanted this." His baritone voice sends vibrations up your legs, "Tú eres quien lo comenzó, nena." You nodded, kissing his tip.

[you're the one who started this, baby.]

Miguel buries his head in you, sucking, licking and lapping at your exposed heat like a man in drought. You open your mouth, and take whatever you could from his length, sucking on it while you wrapped your hand around the part near his base, where you couldn't fit in your mouth. "Estás caliente..¹" His muffled groans, and him squeezing your hips the way he was only encouraged you. You pumped him into your mouth, swirling your tounge around him, his sheer girth and length made you tear up as you hollowed your cheeks just to suck him a little harder. "Meirda...where the fuck did you learn to do that with your mouth, nena?" Miguel thrusted up and you almost choked. He pulled you back by your hips, fully burying himself between your legs. You felt your hole clench around his tounge, "W-Wait, Miguel—Ah—I think I'm gonna—" He tossed you off of him, and back onto the bed. His hands wrapped around your wrists, locking them above your head in a tight grip. You could see that the fabric of your panties was long discarded on the other side of the room, only some torn bits of it anyway. Miguel's cock was buried between your folds, teasing at your entrance. "Eres tan descarada.²" He whispered, your cum glossing his plump lips.

[¹you're warm]/[²you're a minx]

His tip was at your hole, and you could feel him pushing in. The stretch made your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth in an 'O' and your back arching high up till your chest collided with Miguel's. "M-miguel, I can't—I won't be able to take it—"

"Where is your confidence now, hm?" He teased, pushing in further. You squeezed around him, dragging a grunt out of him. Your legs felt like they would split open at any minute, and there was this twing of pain for a moment. Miguel let your hands go, and let you grab onto his shoulders, as you shut your eyes close, a tear at the corner of your eye.

"That's it, amor, it's okay." He whispered, his thumb swiping across your cheek to flick the tears away. He was much more gentle now, holding you still by the hips, "I'll move when you tell me to." You took a moment to adjust to his size, the sheer girth of him was too much to handle. "How does it feel?" He mumbled, leaning down to kiss you, his hand pressing against your abdomen, feeling it to pinpoint exactly where he reached. "Good, really good. You can...You can move." Out of breath, you lay back down, trying to relax. You closed your eyes for a mere second, before they blew open again. Your legs clung around his torso, as he pounded into you.

If anyone had accidently ridden the elevator to the penthouse, they would've heard something along the lines of "Oh—Ah, faster!" or the name "Miguel!" being repeated over and over again like a mantra.

You let him be on top, but as soon as you felt close, you pushed him down beside you, turning your back to him and grinding your hips against his, jumping up and down on him. Miguel sat up just slightly, your back against his hard chest, his hands on your breasts as he squeezed and kneaded them as he pleased. "Such a good girl.." He purred, biting at your neck. You let out a pathetic whine, turning to look at his crimson irsis. Miguel nodded, catching your lips in his in a passionate kiss.

You felt your walls clench around him, and you let yourself reach your high, riding it out. Miguel followed right after you, painting your walls white and keeping himself inside, holding you to his chest. You were trembling, breathless, and fucked right out of your mind, nuzzling your face in the nape of his neck.

"For your first time," He pulled out, gently pulling you into the bed, "You sure know alot of stuff." You blushed, cuddling to his chest. "I just...I saw some things, and I thought I'd want to try them with you."

"Oh, you saw some things? I'll have LYLA show me your search history then."

"Miguel!"

A shit-eating grin appeared on his handsome face, sweat beads falling from his forehead down his cheek. "I want to know what you'll have for me next time, is all."

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could you write a freaky virgin reader and miguel o’hara smut? like he would expect she’s all quiet and shy, but she’s been waiting for it for a long time and finally gets to show off her moves ;))

Surprise—Miguel O'Hara

🕸genre: smut. 18+ only.

🕸tags: virgin!female!reader × Miguel o'hara

🕸a.n: hope this is good enough anon! I spent sm time writing this while i was struggling from writer's block lol

"Mig, can we please get out of here?"

The tugs on his jacket and the nervous gaze you held made him put his drink down on the counter, protectively wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

"Why? I thought you were enjoying yourself." A blush crept to your cheeks, Miguel arched his brow. Something is off, he thought. You were not drinking ever since you arrived with him, you were looking at him with an unexplainable look in your eyes, and you clunged to his side—which was the only normal thing about you that night by far.

Your feet shuffled, "I know, I was— I am— but," Your irsis met his, a dazed, unfathomable cloud glazing over them. To Miguel, you were an open book, so he found it a little odd how he couldn't for the life of him figure out what's wrong.

You tip-toed to whisper in his ear, and he leaned down to help you out, his grip around your waist tightened, "I need you."

"What?" He replied softly, straightening up and looking around, wondering if anyone else heard that. "You need me?" He repeated, like the demand sounded unreal to him, and it was.

You've never done it before, with him, at least that's what he thought he knew, so the statement felt new.

"Please?" Your desperate plea and how your eyelashes batted at him was enough to weaken even the strongest of men. The buldge in his pants was tightening, he could feel his cock twitching underneath the fabric. He picked up his discarded whiskey, downing it all in one gulp, before leading you outside by the arm.

The two of you rode the elevator to his penthouse, with Miguel trying his best not to pounce on you right then and there. Being the man who owns the HQ building came with many perks, one of them is that it took exactly five–minutes to get to his bed.

You laid down on the wine coloured duvet, your dress riding up your thigh and the sparkly strap slipping off your shoulder. Miguel kicked off his shoes and got on top, mesmerised by the sight of you underneath him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He didn't comply, and instead sat you up, not daring to pull away. He unzipped your dress, slipping it off of you, all while intertwining your tounges in your mouth. He pulled you onto his thigh, while you undid his shirt, working on the buttons. You tasted like mints and citrus, your soft lips parted only ever so slightly, as you grinded your clothed, swollen heat on his thick thigh, cum oozing through your flimsy underwear and soaking his pants.

Miguel pulled you underneath him once his shirt slipped off, his eyes meeting yours for the second time ever since you told him those three words back at the party.

"I need you? Who says that to a man?" He rasps, his mouth at your ear, sucking the skin underneath it, leaving a big purple bruise for everyone to see. "Do you want to drive me crazy? Do you know how much I've wanted to do this?" He says in between each and every kiss, "How hard it was not ripping your tight-ass suit right off of you, everytime you walk into my office?"

He dives in, sucking on your neck, peppering kisses all over your collarbones. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Mig, Ah—Wait—" He didn't, his mind clouding with everything he wanted to do now that he could have you. All the pent up frustrations from times where he wanted to take you right then and there finally had an outlet. He was still loittering your neck with nips and hot kisses, sucking and biting to give you the brightest hickeys.

You were moaning, loudly at that, but your taps on his chest made him look up. "Mig, Wait—" When he raised his head, your face was flushed red. "I—I need to tell you something first." You pursed your lips, tangling your hands in his dark curls.

"I'm..This is my first time."

Miguel's dick twitched.

"Your first time?"

"Mhm, and there are...things I wanted to try."

His ruby eyes darkened, and a smirk made its way on his face. "Oh, is that so? Don't you want me to take the lead?" He wanted to, he wanted to so bad. He'd ruin you, have you quivering and blabbering after he'd fucked the words out of your mouth, he'd mold your insides and mark you as his. The fact that he'd never done it with you was one thing, but this was something else entierly.

You rolled your eyes at his mocking tone, as he went back to lap at your exposed nape, pushing the dress down your thighs, leaving in only your underwear. "Mm—Ah, Mig—Not so hard.." His fangs grazed your shoulder blade, and he gently sunk his teeth into the plush skin, leaving two puncture wounds. He licked the wound he caused you, then pressed a kiss to your lips, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers with his free hand.

You looked down at his length, your eyes widening at the sheer girth. He was massive, and really, really hard. You were going to have a rough fitting all of him inside of you.

Miguel grinned, his talons tugging at the flimsy underwear you wore. "¿Como lo que ves?" You felt the cold air hit your heated cunt, coming to realise that Miguel has tore the fabric right off of you.

[Like what you see?]

"M-Miguel—" Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, his fingers collected the juices that had formed between your legs, and he looked at his hands, amused. "All this for me? No wonder you wanted to get out of that party, mi amor." You pouted at how he teased you, grabbing his wrist. His sticky fingers rested on your lips, and you opened your mouth, sucking on the two of them. Miguel shuddered, "Oh, good girl.." He praised, and that was enough to make you flip the tables.

You pushed Miguel onto the bed. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he raised his hands at an attempt to go back to your original position, but you quickly grabbed your ripped underwear, wrapping it around his hands.

"What are you doing—" His eyes flashed, the sensation of your mouth on his neck made him jolt. "Untie me, now." He could very well rip that flimsy fabric off of him, you knew that too, but he was too amused. You ignored his request, kissing his hard abdomen, feeling the scars he had on his sides with the tips of your fingers. A deep groan irrupted from him as your mouth came closer and closer to his v-line. You didn't stop.

Your hands wrapped around his cock, your thumb stroking his tip. "Don't—" Your eyes were no longer familiar to him. That innocent and shy glint in your eyes he always saw was no where to be found. Like a siren, he was lured into your trap, and pretty easily too.

Your hand moved, in slow, upward and downward motions. "Fuckkkk.." Miguel grunted, staring at you as you pumped him. Your warm mouth wrapped around his tip, licking the pre-cum that spilled out of him and letting him go with a pop! "Amor, you—" Your pace was faster, you were touching him with one hand, while the other slid down to touch your swollen clit.

Miguel's eyes never left you, he watched you as you touched yourself, as your hands teased your bundle of nerves. "You know, I can help you with that." You squeezed him, and he let out a guttural growl, his eyes flashing for a second. "I have a better idea."

You let go of him, and instead, you move towards his face, your thighs at both sides of his head. Miguel's eyes widen, his nose flares, you could feel the warm air from his breath hitting your wet cunt.

"Oh, I see." His tounge runs along your folds, in a straight strip, collecting all what he can on it. "Turn around. And come a little lower." He demands, and you do as told. You move your cunt a little lower, and your face comes to face his dick. You look back at him, hesitant, and he rolls his eyes.

"You're the one who wanted this." His baritone voice sends vibrations up your legs, "Tú eres quien lo comenzó, nena." You nodded, kissing his tip.

[you're the one who started this, baby.]

Miguel buries his head in you, sucking, licking and lapping at your exposed heat like a man in drought. You open your mouth, and take whatever you could from his length, sucking on it while you wrapped your hand around the part near his base, where you couldn't fit in your mouth. "Estás caliente..¹" His muffled groans, and him squeezing your hips the way he was only encouraged you. You pumped him into your mouth, swirling your tounge around him, his sheer girth and length made you tear up as you hollowed your cheeks just to suck him a little harder. "Meirda...where the fuck did you learn to do that with your mouth, nena?" Miguel thrusted up and you almost choked. He pulled you back by your hips, fully burying himself between your legs. You felt your hole clench around his tounge, "W-Wait, Miguel—Ah—I think I'm gonna—" He tossed you off of him, and back onto the bed. His hands wrapped around your wrists, locking them above your head in a tight grip. You could see that the fabric of your panties was long discarded on the other side of the room, only some torn bits of it anyway. Miguel's cock was buried between your folds, teasing at your entrance. "Eres tan descarada.²" He whispered, your cum glossing his plump lips.

[¹you're warm]/[²you're a minx]

His tip was at your hole, and you could feel him pushing in. The stretch made your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth in an 'O' and your back arching high up till your chest collided with Miguel's. "M-miguel, I can't—I won't be able to take it—"

"Where is your confidence now, hm?" He teased, pushing in further. You squeezed around him, dragging a grunt out of him. Your legs felt like they would split open at any minute, and there was this twing of pain for a moment. Miguel let your hands go, and let you grab onto his shoulders, as you shut your eyes close, a tear at the corner of your eye.

"That's it, amor, it's okay." He whispered, his thumb swiping across your cheek to flick the tears away. He was much more gentle now, holding you still by the hips, "I'll move when you tell me to." You took a moment to adjust to his size, the sheer girth of him was too much to handle. "How does it feel?" He mumbled, leaning down to kiss you, his hand pressing against your abdomen, feeling it to pinpoint exactly where he reached. "Good, really good. You can...You can move." Out of breath, you lay back down, trying to relax. You closed your eyes for a mere second, before they blew open again. Your legs clung around his torso, as he pounded into you.

If anyone had accidently ridden the elevator to the penthouse, they would've heard something along the lines of "Oh—Ah, faster!" or the name "Miguel!" being repeated over and over again like a mantra.

You let him be on top, but as soon as you felt close, you pushed him down beside you, turning your back to him and grinding your hips against his, jumping up and down on him. Miguel sat up just slightly, your back against his hard chest, his hands on your breasts as he squeezed and kneaded them as he pleased. "Such a good girl.." He purred, biting at your neck. You let out a pathetic whine, turning to look at his crimson irsis. Miguel nodded, catching your lips in his in a passionate kiss.

You felt your walls clench around him, and you let yourself reach your high, riding it out. Miguel followed right after you, painting your walls white and keeping himself inside, holding you to his chest. You were trembling, breathless, and fucked right out of your mind, nuzzling your face in the nape of his neck.

"For your first time," He pulled out, gently pulling you into the bed, "You sure know alot of stuff." You blushed, cuddling to his chest. "I just...I saw some things, and I thought I'd want to try them with you."

"Oh, you saw some things? I'll have LYLA show me your search history then."

"Miguel!"

A shit-eating grin appeared on his handsome face, sweat beads falling from his forehead down his cheek. "I want to know what you'll have for me next time, is all."

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all 157 of u thank u sm

Thanks for giving me a chance ❤

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WHY ARE PEOPLE CALLING MIGUEL GRANDPA.

PLEASE HE'S NOT EVEN 30 YET 😭😭

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as a cs student miguel is so me

10 spidey engineers vs one (1) bug, who wins?

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writing a miguel fic inspired by bridgertone right now should I make it an au or try to incorporate the scene I want into the regular au