#Miguel x plus sized reader

[rahhhhhhs-blog]

How the Spiderman would react to you dodging their kisses

༻꫞ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 ꫞༺

Miles is a very shy or rather awkward person.

In public he's shy with his affection often seen as closed off.

He loves hugging and kissing you but in private. It gives him a sense of comfort and love.

You were sitting on his bed. He was chilling at his desk drawing, the music was quiet in the background as the window was open so a breeze could go by. All you could hear was the sounds of New York and the sounds of pencil scratching paper. After a while Miles sighed putting the pencil down and moving to lay next to you. He smiled and moved to give you a kiss but you moved last minute. "Y/n? what's wrong?" he looked at you confused. "Nothing, I just don't feel like kissing right now. Sorry" you spoke placing your phone down. "Oh that's fine. You don't have to say sorry" he did feel awkward at first and didn't know what to do, but he doesn't question it.

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒ 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔-𝟒𝟐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

Now for this Miles, we've seen how he is. He seems more... aggressive? a 'cooler' version (depends who you ask)

I think he would be more confused and sassy about it. Let's face it, he's ruler of the sassy man apocalypse

He's the same as the other Miles tho, he keeps his affection more on the dl. Only because of enemies as the Prowler.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want them, in fact if you don't give him at least one kiss. He's throwing a bitch fit.

Y'all were at the bodega getting snacks for a movie night. It was your turn to pick what to watch and you wanted to get his favorite snacks, so you won't hear him bitch and moan about the movie "Ma? you done?" Miles walked up next to you. "Hm? oh yeah, I'm done now." You looked at him and gestured to the snacks. He nodded and moved in to give you a kiss, you of course blocked it. Not because you just don't want to, but because people walked in and you know he doesn't like to be so affectionate in public. He looked at you weird and rolled his eyes walking to the cashier. After y'all (he) paid you both walked to his apartment. "So I was thinking we could rewatch Mean Girls." he just hummed. "Sure whatever." You looked at him and sighed "what's up with you?" he stopped walking and side eyed you. "You dodged my kiss like I'm one of your lil hoes" You just shook her head. "the only hoes I got are your other personalities, Miles. And I dodged it because other people walked in." Mid way through the sentence he kisses you before pulling away and walking ahead of you.

♡*♡∞:｡.｡ 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛｡.｡:∞♡*♡

We all know Hobie. (for like 3 minutes but I'm not complaining.)

He doesn't believe in consistency. But one thing he DOES believe in? is you.

He LOVESS your kisses, he's practically a bitch in heat for them.

He doesn't want them he NEEDS them. So imagine his shock when you dodge him.

You were laying down on the couch reading. It was a quite and relaxing day, so you decided to relax from work. Suddenly your tall, lanky, and quiet loud chained up man is walking in. He had a meeting at the Headquarters so he was tired. All he could do while listening to Miguel was yawn and imagine being with you. (in more ways that one🤞) "Doll, there you are. Been going crazy all day." He took off his spiky jacket and laid on top of you. You put your book down and lightly scratched his back, he let out a sound of relief. "How was the meeting?" he grunted and moved forward. "Was shit like always." He moved to kiss you but you moved your hand to cover your mouth. "Fuck was that for?" He gave you a mug. "I ate onion dip, my breath stinks." You tried to reason. "Who cares? kiss me for fucks sake." He moved to closer and kissed you anyway.

▂▃▄▅▆▇█▓▒░ мιgυєℓ σ'нαяα░▒▓█▇▆▅▄▃▂

Miguel is a rather... aggressive guy. (don't say he isn't we all saw how he treated miles)

He'd probably be at work a lot and so are you, I mean the bills don't pay themselves. So naturally he would want a kiss before leaving

He doesn't know if he'd get the chance to see you again all day because of both of your work hours.

So let's say that you woke up late and you didn't have time to take it slow like you naturally do

"Fuckk!" You rushed around getting dressed and making coffee. Your husband Miguel watched idle. He tried to help but all he got was a 'Not now' he knew better than to do anything so he stayed still as to not get in your way. After you rushed to get ready you flattened your hair down as much as you could and grabbed your cup chugging it. Miguel watched you with love filled eyes...no literally his eyes were in the shape of hearts I'm not kidding. You moved to give him a kick pat on his shoulder and yelled "Good luck" to him. He frowned and grabbed your arm to give you a kiss but you pulled away hurriedly. "I'm sorry Miguel but I gotta go! I'll visit you during lunch!" And with that you were gone. He was sad you didn't kiss him but he just shrugged it off. You did keep your promise though, you visited him during lunch and made it up to him.

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 1

I’ve seen everyone doing these drabbles/aus and I wanted to join! 🤠

content warning: It gets suggestive towards the end so MINORS BEWARE.

word count: 719 (kind of proofread, I got excited)

Daydreaming about GymRat!Miguel x PlusSize!Reader / Chubby!Reader and the dynamic of big tall bf x shorter chubby gf 🚻

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GymRat!Miguel who started off as an awkward, lanky, nerdy teen using the gym to blow off steam. His mom felt that he wasn’t a great influence to his brother, his father wasn’t his real father, and his step-brother was an asshole.

GymRat!Miguel who’s nearly triple his weight by the time he starts college, body full of muscle. His mom has calmed down despite him previously eating her out of a house and a home. His biological dad agreed to help with any leftover college expenses and his step-dad helps him move on campus. He’s tearful when he hugs Gabriel goodbye, promising to call and play their weekly games.

GymRat!Miguel who stays loyal to his nerdy roots and aims for a Science degree with a minor in Robotics for fun. He sticks out like a sore thumb in his classes, body taking up the ends of lab tables. Even though he prefers to sit in the front of classes, he opts to sit in the back so that everyone can see. He’s constantly using office hours and lingering after class so that he can make sure that his notes are correct.

GymRat!Miguel who first meets you in one of his bio labs and is immediately enamored by you. Your clothes hug your curves, you smell sweet, and something on you always matches. Your shoes and your backpack, your skirt and your jacket, your accessories and your nails.

GymRat!Miguel who ends up being in your group for a project and watches in awe as you take the lead, helping everyone decide which parts to complete. You go out of your way to make the powerpoint colorful and creative. You’re ecstatic when he turns in his parts extra early as everyone else has gone a-wall.

GymRat!Miguel who calms you down when the deadline is near and the rest of the group still hasn’t done their part. You two meet late in the library to finish everything. He thinks you’re adorable despite how stressed and tired you are. He makes the last minute decision to delete the other two group member’s names off of the title slide, taking the initiative to email the teacher before hand.

GymRat!Miguel who walks into the lab building on presentation day 50 minutes early and sees you being cornered by the other group members eyes full of confusion. He quickly walks over asking if there was a problem. Seeing him looming over them, the two decide give up, and scramble together a last minute presentation.

GymRat!Miguel who explains everything, telling you not to worry about the others and just focus on you all’s presentation. You two have great presentation, chemistry blooming as you bounce off each other. You both get an easy A and you hug Miguel out of an excitement before the next lab starts.

GymRat!Miguel who imprints the feeling of your body against his in his memory. Your smell, how soft you were, how small you felt in his arms, how tight you squeezed him.

GymRat!Miguel whose dreams of you have him tossing and turning in his twin sized bed that was far too little for him. He scares his poor roommate to death when his body hits the floor with a big boom. The dream of you under him shattering as he collides with the ground. He groans and apologizes to his roommate, pain in his side and his groin.

GymRat!Miguel who takes a cold shower, too aroused to go back to sleep. He bites his fist trying to quiet his moans, not wanting to wake his roommate for a second time. He replays images of you in his mind, pulling at his length until he shutters against the tile walls.

GymRat!Miguel whose heart drops when he checks his phone after his shower. You followed him on Instagram three hours ago. He checks your page and sees that you're private, but your profile picture is a lot. It's an angle from above you, your cleavage on display.

GymRat!Miguel who stands in the bathroom ogling at the photo like an idiot. He clicks the follow back button, watching as it shifts to pending, and stares down at his body again. He sighs and turns the shower back on, banking on his roommate sleeping through everything once again.

You had no idea the effect you had on him.

dividers by @y-onb 🩵

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[noir3ky]

he can’t think straight. His bones are like goo, his body a mind of its own.

miguel’s shaking away the mist from his mind, which continues to cloud his judgment.

his hair, which is slick with sweat, drips onto his forehead, and onto his naked and gleaming pecks. It’s more ragged than how it’s usually styled.

each harsh thrust of his hips continues to bounce the loose curls, in tandem with the clap and recoil of your plump ass.

“fuck, tesoro.” the sight alone made the man behind you groan loudly, causing him to grip at your hips harder.

leaning down towards your backside, Miguel shoved his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet, tangy scent.

he continued to batter his way inside your fleshy, gummy walls. Almost as if trying to get his thick cock to impliment its shape into your quivering hole.

“miguel…” whimpering, you gripped at the sheets under you, pushing your hips back to meet with his thrusts to get him to hit deeper inside.

biting down on your neck, Miguel groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. His eyes almost rolling to the back of his head just from it.

he began to speed up his thrusting, planting his feet onto the bed and slamming his hips onto your ass harder.

pulling back to move his hair out of his face, Miguel looked down to see where you both were connected, letting out a slight whimper at the sight of your fat pussy lips gripping at his dick. not wanting to let go of him.

“mierda. I’m not letting you go until you’re full of my seed, ¿entiendes?” He doesn’t even let you answer, because he’s already going back to wrapping his lips around your neck and grabbing at plump body. His hands snake around your large tits and wide waist to keep you in place.

even if you’d repeatedly asked for a break, if your legs shook from your orgasms, if you blacked out; this man wouldn’t let you go. At least, not until you’d squirted a few times and had lost the ability to walk the next day.

(miguel would definitely have a plus sized lover. It’s just in our Mexican nature!)

[gemini-sensei]

Secret's Out | Miguel Diaz x Lawrence!Reader

Req: please do Miguel and cryptic pregnancy trope!!! like the process of her giving birth and can this be lawrencereader?? if not that’s okay :) CW: cryptic pregnancy, secret relationship, giving birth, Johnny being Johnny. (unedited)

It was no surprise Reader and Miguel fell for each other. Living in the same apartment complex just across from each other, seeing one another everyday, not to mention he was her father's karate student. It was a recipe for love.

It was also a recipe for disaster, as both Miguel and Reader knew that her father was going to have his head if he ever found out about them.

Johnny Lawrence was old school. He wouldn't like the idea of his star student getting together with his daughter. He didn't even like the idea of her dating even though she was 19 years old and perfectly capable of taking care of herself, thanks to yours truly of course. He'd taught her everything she needed to know about defending herself, not letting anyone sell her bullshit, and being so assertively herself that no one could argue with her about anything. He prided himself in at least raising a daughter who was headstrong, though that sometimes came back to bite him in the ass.

It wasn't one of those days, thankfully, and he was able to work in peace as she helped out around the dojo. She was mostly in charge of helping in demonstrations and setting up dummies as needed, but for the most part, things were going well. It was with LaRusso that Johnny had any problems with as they still butt heads from time to time on how to teach their students.

Reader was talking to Anthony and Devon about something when she felt a pain shoot up her back and through her stomach. She was a tough young lady, so she didn't let it show very much, but as her eyebrows scrunched up, the two students gave her weird looks.

"Are you okay, Reader?" Devon asked, looking her over carefully.

The pain lingered but she nodded. "Yeah, must be a muscle spasm or something."

She rubbed her back, thinking it would pass quietly. Though she'd never felt pain like that before, she wasn't all that concerned with it and she dragged Anthony with her to grab the bo staffs for the next and final lesson. It wouldn't be long before she got to go home.

Halfway through the lesson, though, the same pain surfaced and she felt like she was cramping. It threw her off her drills with the bo and she groaned, waving off the concerned looks of those around her. She didn't need them gawking at her and staring. She didn't finish the lesson with everyone and it pissed her off to no end, but she decided not to dwell on it. The last thing she needed was unnecessary stress on top of whatever it was bothering her.

She walked into the bathroom of Miyagi-Do while the students called it a day. Her father and Daniel cleaned up the yard and patio while she splashed some water on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt her face with the back of her hand, but nothing felt off and she didn't look like she was sick. She just looked like she was in pain, which she was, but she quickly shook that look off and decided to finish the day's work. Going home would be fine.

However, she could barely sweep the interior of the house because she kept cradling her belly and groaning. The pain was consistent and happening more often. When her dad and Mr. LaRusso came in to close up, hardly anything was done and they had to question why.

"Reader, you're usually done and gone by now," Daniel said.

She waved him off with a huff. "Cut me some slack, old man. I feel like shit."

"Ah, it's that time of the month," Johnny said, seeing the way his daughter held herself and was slightly slouched over. "You always pull through, you'll be fine."

"Fuck off," she said, knowing damn well he didn't understand a woman's period. She thought about slugging him in the gut and giving him a taste of what that felt like when the pain shot through her again, harder and worse than before. She cried out and almost fell to the floor, only barely leaning against the wall to save herself.

Tears pricked her eyes as the pain became unbearable. Her breathing quickened as it persisted for a moment, her father and Daniel on either side of her in an instant.

Daniel wiped her forehead of sweat she didn't even know about and looked at her father. "I think this is serious. You should take her to the hospital."

Johnny looked worried and fearful of what that could mean, but he didn't argue. "Yeah, yeah, okay. Reader, can you walk?"

"I don't know," she whined, head leaned back against the wall as she put her energy into not crying.

Keeping her eyes clothes, she felt her father pick her up and carry her outside. Daniel led the way, opening the doors in their way. She was placed in her father's van and he buckled her in. He held her face and said, "You're gonna be okay. Whatever this is, you'll get through it."

"Just get me outta here," she groaned.

He nodded and hurried to the other side of the car. He drove as fast and without a care, only thinking of his daughter as she screamed in pain with each shooting pain that came and went. In between those moments, she was moaning and groaning in misery.

Despite his speed, things weren't going fast enough for Reader. Things started to feel weird and hurt more as she sat there. She couldn't sit with her legs together, unable to close them for some reason. She couldn't think straight, her whole body sending signals to her brain about how much pain she was in, and it sucked. However, she began even more scared when she felt a rush of hot liquid gush from between her legs and she was too embarrassed to say anything to her father.

Then something inside of her moved and she didn't know what to make of it. She reached between her legs to feel something bulging from her cunt and she burst into tears, scaring her father.

It had been a long time since he'd seen her cry, especially out of fear or pain, so what the fuck was going on?

When they got to the hospital, Johnny rushed in with her in his arms and she was quickly taken away from the emergency room lobby, leaving both of them alone. No one had any idea of what they were getting into, getting rushed, half-informed explanations from Johnny and quick answers from Reader before she was screaming again. It all happened so fast, but to Johnny, it felt like forever. His mind conjured up the worst case scenarios and he didn't know what to do with himself.

Robby showed up not long after, having gotten word from Mr. LaRusso that his half-sister was rushed to the hospital. He immediately went to Johnny. "What happened?"

"I don't know. One minute, she was fine, and the next she's screaming and crying," he explained, shaking his head. The screams and cries of his only daughter are trapped in his head and it's shaken Johnny to his core. "That's the toughest girl I know. She doesn't cry easily, Robby."

Robby rubbed his father's back in an attempt to comfort him. "I know."

They sit there for an hour before someone can tell them anything.

Carmen Diaz comes out, being neighbors and knowing the family well, she wanted to be the one to give them the update on Reader. She thought Reader was such a nice, strong girl. She knew she and Miguel were close, but she didn't know just how close until about forty minutes ago when Reader made a shocking confession to her. Nevertheless, Carmen held Reader's hand as pushed through the pain.

"Johnny, Robby," she said softly as she approached. She offered a smile because while the situation was scary and unpredictable, it hadn't ended horribly. In fact, it was a joyous occasion. "Reader's going to be okay."

"Okay? You sure? She was screaming her head off all the way here," Johnny said, standing from his seat.

"Yes, I'm sure," she said. She took a deep breath. "She gave birth to a healthy little girl."

"Gave birth?" Robby repeated, a shockwave hitting him and his father. How was that possible?

"Like a real baby?" Johnny asked. "Where'd that come from? She wasn't pregnant. I would've known if she was pregnant."

Carmen nodded. "Well, it would appear that she didn't even know she was pregnant. It's called a cryptic or hidden pregnancy and, as the name suggests, it's like a secret. She showed little to no symptoms, got her period regularly, and didn't gain a noticeable amount of weight. It's not typical, but not unheard of."

Johnny and Robby had to sit with that for a minute, letting it sink in. Reader had just given birth to a secret baby that none of them, herself included, knew about. Johnny was still processing everything when Robby asked, "Can we see her?"

"She wants the baby's father to come in first."

"Who the Hell is the baby's father?" Johnny asked, getting protective and defensive. He just spent well over and hour worrying and pacing the hospital lobby only to get sidelined by some shmuck that wasn't there. From where he was standing, this guy better be good enough for his daughter to do something like that.

At that moment, Miguel came running into the lobby with pure panic rushing through his bloodstream and sweat pouring down his face.

"Where is she? Where's Reader?" he asked, looking between everyone there. At that moment, he didn't care about the fact that no one knew they were together. He only cared about her and the emergency that he had to be there for. He's gotten few details over the phone when his mom called, only knowing that he had to be there. "Is she okay? Was there some kind of accident?"

Robby stared at Miguel, fire in his eyes. "No, but I might cause one soon..."

Miguel looked at him weirdly, knowing that Robby was going to be protective of Reader, but now didn't seem like the time. He turned to his mom for answers.

"There wasn't an accident, Miggy, she's okay," she assured him, rubbing his arms to comfort him. "She's being moved to the maternity ward and once they've got her settled in a room over there, you can go see her."

"Maternity ward? Why would she need to be there?" Miguel asked.

He felt Johnny and Robby's eyes burning holes into his whole body as they stared him down. He looked at them questionably, as confused as they had been only minutes ago. Then it dawned on him. "She's pregnant?"

"Was," Johnny grunted, glaring at his star student. "She had the baby already."

"What? How? I mean- how is that possible?"

Carmen rubbed his back as she got a page on her beeper. She checked it before looking at him. "I'll explain it on the way over there. Why don't the three of you follow me?"

By the time they got to Reader's room, Miguel was up to date on the basics what cryptic pregnancies were and how they didn't show themselves. He also got an earful from Johnny about the situation, which sounded a lot like "I can't believe you would do this to me" and "that's my daughter, the one girl in the whole world you, my student, shouldn't have ever gotten with." Robby stayed quiet the whole way there.

Miguel walked right into the room to find an exhausted Reader sitting up on the bed with a baby blanket in her arms. She was just staring down at the little bundle, the smallest of smiles on her lips. When she heard him enter the room, thankfully alone because she wasn't ready to face her father (and she didn't even know Robby was there yet).

"Migs," she said, voice barely above a whisper.

He walked over to her slowly, feeling as though he was in some sort of false reality. How was this possible? How could they not know? Even though he knew the answers now, he was still turning those questions, and more, over in his head. What did this mean for them? He was in college, how was he going to help her raise a baby? Pay for a baby? They didn't even have anything for a baby. They were so unprepared, so there was a part of his mind that thought this was some kind of weird dream he was having.

However, when he was close enough to see the little face of the baby - their baby - peeking out from the blankets, he knew it was real.

Despite her small size, their baby girl had a mop full of dark curls on her head. She had the smallest nose and tiniest lips he'd ever seen. She was fast sleep in Reader's arms, unbothered by anything else around them.

"She looks like you," Reader said, looking up at him with a small smile.

Miguel let out a little laugh. "You think so?"

"Yeah," she told him and giggled. She yawned but tried not to let it show. He put a hand on her shoulder, making her look up at him, and he saw how tired she truly was. She barley had any energy let, using what was left to admire their tiny little surprise. "I almost gave birth to her in my dad's van."

He laughed and leaned down to kiss her head. "Glad you made it here in time." He felt so bad that she had to go through that alone. "I'm sorry I wasn't here."

"Don't be. Seriously, I swear, if you start apologizing for that every day, I'll punch you in the throat," she told him, her brash attitude shining through. He smiled despite her threat. "I'm just happy I'm not dead. Besides, your mom was here and she's great."

"Yeah, she's pretty awesome," he said. He looked back at the baby in Reader's arms and reached out to her, touching her soft hair. "Do you have a name for her?"

Reader shook her head. "I can hardly think right now. I was hoping you'd know something."

"I... I don't know," he said and chuckled. He sat on the edge of her bed and stared at her. "We'll think of something, though."

As they sat in silence, from outside, Johnny and Robby were watching from the door. They peered in but didn't enter, letting the couple have their moment with their new daughter. Johnny still didn't know what to make of it, but as he watched the way Miguel interacted with Reader and their baby, he had a pretty alright feeling about it.

Robby put it into the best words, though; "I guess if it's gonna be anyone, Miguel's good enough."

[wriitingwoes79]

Careful, He Bites

Miguel O’Hara x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: You’re FWB with the ever-elusive vigilante Spider-Man (2099) who unfortunately, for you, is not too fond of being ghosted.

Content Warnings: dom!Miguel, sub!reader, face sitting, biting, overstimulation, webfluid!bondage, dirty talk (and in español también !!🤭)

WC: 645 (ik ik it’s short my bad lol)

AN: heavily unedited and my Spanish is rusty (gotta love being a no sabo puerto rican ) so I apologize for that!! part 2 maybe? who knows lol

MDNI!!!

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table, your roommate’s photo and caller ID popping up. In your current state, you would just have to let the call go to voicemail—it’s not like you would be able to answer now or any time soon, anyways.

Especially since your thighs were bound by thick muscular arms (and ropes of webfluid) while Miguel’s tongue and lips flicked and sucked over your clit hungrily. The obscenely wet sounds emanating from your thighs held much more sway than the buzzing phone to your right.

Wave after wave of pleasure lapped over you as Miguel forced orgasm after orgasm from you. Your thighs shook around his head, and you squirmed as you felt the familiar rise of arousal leading towards another release.

“Ah!” You cried as you felt Miguel’s teeth lightly rake over your clit, quivering from the sensation. It was a warning from him: take it.

Sit there and take it.

Dios mío, you absolutely couldn’t take another orgasm—your clit was beyond sensitive, overly aware of every rough flick and wet swirl of his tongue as he licked up everything that dripped from between your thighs. His soft groans didn’t help the situation either, soft vibrations from his lips and throat running along your now-aching pussy.

Miguel’s hand tightened on your thighs, hard enough that you were sure the marks would be there by the time you made it back to your apartment.

This had to be a punishment, you thought. How orgasms could even be considered a punishment you didn’t know but you knew the roughness, the little care for how much you ached (despite the overflow of pleasure) had to be some sort of retaliation.

Sure, you hadn’t talked to Miguel in over a week, and sure, you had a blind date with a coworker of your roommate’s but that was nothing! Miguel was just a nice little friends with benefits.

Well…a vigilante friend with benefits.

A vigilante who swung you into his apartment, tearing your panties off with his fanged teeth and trapped you over his face without even taking his suit off—he’d merely lifted the mask up to free his lips and tongue for your torment. You hated how much it turned you on to see his lips and the tip of his nose peeking out from the blue and red suit material.

The orgasm rising in you once more was enough cause for you to squirm more, trying to ease off the side of his face. Miguel’s grip tightened and his lips left from your clit to trace your inner thigh. In seconds, his teeth—his fangs specifically, gripped the soft fleshy part of your inner thighs and pain sparked there. He bit, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to keep you as still as you could manage.

Hard enough to leave marks for you to find later.

“No te muevas,” he growled against you, his lips finding your clit once more, “you can take it, amor.” You whined at the sensation, his lips and gruff voice against your sensitive pussy, the way the ‘r’ in “amor” rolled so delicately off his tongue and onto your clit.

“Puedes hacer uno más,” he said and continued to devour you as if it were the only sustenance he needed to survive. Within seconds, the orgasm came bursting from you, your thighs dripping desire and release which Miguel lapped up with ease. Your entire body shook from the effort and you slumped over, legs tangled on Miguel’s shoulders from the ties still taut and biting into your skin.

Your phone buzzed again and Miguel eased himself you, pulling you free from the webfluid ties without a second thought. He picked up your phone, answering it and held it to your ear,

“Tell her you won’t be coming home just yet, cosita linda. I’m not finished with you.”

[s1ckh1mb0]

“Please baby can’t take no moree”

Of course Miguel didn’t care how much whined and pleaded he wasn’t done with your punishment at all. You decided to pull a little stunt by being to touchy with Hobie while at a meeting with the rest of the spidermen.

He gripped your thigh pushing your leg up by your ear and thrusting impossibly deeper. Groans and moans filled the room as he quickened his pace. Between Miguel and the vibrator he held onto your clit/tip you felt you could barely breath. It had been almost two whole hours and he still hadn’t let you cum yet. All over a little joke.

“Wanted to keep fucking around right, I told you the consequences but no you like to be a damn brat and couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. That’s alright you just need daddy to teach you how to be a good little slut and show you your fucking place.”

He bent down and leaned close to your ear

“And that’s right under me~”

[daisies-daydreams]

I’m in desperate need of a desperate Miguel who worships the very ground his wife walks on 😔🙏 BRO IS HUGE AND I JUST KNOW. I JUST KNOW HE WOULD LOVE TO BE LIKE A CAT AND MAKE BISCUITS ON HIS CHUBBY WIFEY. And the ASSets are just sprinkles on the cake. So let’s just say chubby wifey puts on a whole cute outfit and her hair is cute and everything. They go on a date and Yk she gets stares and compliments..BUT MIGUELS POSSESSIVE ASS IS LIKE ‘keep looking..keep saying stuff..BUT THIS ASS IS MINE’ Yk. And then it ends with Miguel bending us over at a 90 degree angle and possible 180. How does he do it idk. Science.

Adore You (Miguel O’Hara x Plus-Size!Wife!Reader)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Plus-Size!Wife!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Jealous!Miguel, Swearing, Manhandling, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Mating Press, Full Nelson, Unprotected P in V Sex (You know the drill), Rough Sex, Slight Exhibitionism, Creampies, I'm Not Fluent in Spanish Word Count: 5.5k+

A/N: Hi hi! Thank you very much for your request! I love husband!Miguel (that man has my whole heart I swear). I hope you enjoy! 💕

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

The valet’s cheeks flushed the second you stepped out of the car.

“G-Good evening ma’am,” the thin man stammered. You flashed him a friendly smile as you smoothed your hands over your dress, your breasts nearly spilling out from the tight-fitting clothing as you adjusted yourself. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at the luxurious restaurant before you - a large marble building laced with ribbons of ivy. You smiled when your husband, Miguel, came beside you and gingerly laid a hand on your hip.

“Happy anniversary, cariño,” your beloved whispered with a bright grin [honey]. You beamed and turned around, your hands gliding over his muscular forearms. Miguel’s eyes softened as you raised yourself on your tiptoes and puckered your lips. He smiled and dipped his head down to capture your lips in a warm, tender embrace. His brows furrowed when the valet cleared his throat.

“Right,” your husband muttered as he handed the man his keys. The valet thanked him before climbing into the large, black sports car. You squeaked as Miguel’s hand glided from your hip to the globe of your ass.

“Mi amor,” you whispered loudly as your cheeks flushed [My love]. Your husband chuckled.

“What? I’m just escorting my lovely wife inside,” he mused with a wink.

“Mhm,” you hummed with raised brows. Miguel pecked your forehead as he kept his hand over your bum while leading you inside. You looked around in awe at the several marble pillars that lined the walls of the restaurant.

"O'Hara, party of two," your husband said to the hostess at the front desk. The blonde woman nodded before grabbing two thick menus.

"Please follow me!" she chirped. You smiled at your beloved as the two of you were escorted to the back patio. The sound of piano music combined with the casual chatter of the guests filled your ears as you stepped back outside. You gasped when you saw a table set by the balcony: a bottle of wine neatly placed on the side, a card resting on a plate, and rose petals sprinkled across the white table cloth.

"One of our servers will be out momentarily. Enjoy your evening!" the woman said as she clasped her hands together.

"Thank you," you grinned before she turned and walked back inside. Your heart warmed as Miguel took your smaller hand into his.

“Do you like it?” he asked before kissing each and every one of your knuckles. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded.

“I love it. Muchas gracias, mi vida,” you sniffed [Thank you so much, my life]. Your husband smiled and cupped your cheek.

"De nada, mi amor," he whispered [You’re welcome]. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as Miguel stepped over and pulled out your chair.

"Mi señora," he hummed [My lady].

"Gracias, mi caballero," you giggled as you took your seat [Thank you, my gentleman]. Miguel kissed the top of your head just as your waiter strolled up to the table.

“Welcome to Le Jardin de Marbre! My name is Mark and I’ll be taking care of you this...fine evening,” the dark-haired man lilted as his eyes grazed over your form. You felt Miguel shift behind you before Mark's smile fell. He cleared his throat while your husband took his seat. “Would the two of you care for any other drinks besides your wine?” the waiter asked.

“Yes, I'll have a water, please,” you replied. Miguel simply nodded with a short grunt. Mark grinned before popping open the bottle of red wine. You gasped as the cork flew over your head and over the balcony.

“Ah, I’ll get it later,” the waiter laughed nervously. You giggled while Miguel’s furrowed his thick brows. Mark leaned close to you while he tilted the neck of the bottle over your sparkling glass.

“Might I say you look wonderful this evening, ma’am,” the bold man whispered. You flushed a little as you gazed back down at the menu.

“Th-Thank you,” you muttered. You blinked as you shifted your gaze between your glass and the bottle. “Um, that’s good,” you piped up. Mark looked down to see that he’s nearly filled your entire glass.

“Sorry about that,” he said with an apologetic smile. Miguel raised a brow as he poured his drink next. Mark's hands shook as your husband's frown slowly shifted into a deep scowl. The server placed the bottle down before stepping back.

“I’ll go get your waters,” Mark said before quickly turning on his heel. You took a small sip of your wine, the slightly sweet flavor washing over your taste buds as you turned your attention to the card in front of you.

“Would you like me to open it now?” you asked.

“I'll leave it up to you,” he smiled before taking a sip of his drink. Your heart skipped a beat as you carefully ripped the envelope open. You pulled the card out with a giddy smile as you straightened in your seat. You smiled as you opened it, a small postcard slipping out. You eyed it briefly before your attention was stolen by the words in front of you:

“Mi Cielo,

Words can’t describe how much love I have for you. Every day I’m thankful to have you as my wife-my beloved. You make my heart glow when I wake up next to you every morning, when I get home from work, when you hold me after I’ve had a long day. You are so precious, (Y/N), and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with someone as incredible as you.

Te amo mucho, mi vida. Feliz aniversario.

Sincerely,

Tu gran oso”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as your bottom lip trembled.

“Lo siento, mi amor. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Miguel cooed as he brushed his thumb over your cheek [I’m sorry, my life]. You shook your head.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just so, so happy to have someone as amazing as you in my life,” you beamed. Miguel’s eyes softened as he slipped his hand into yours again.

“Gracias, bella,” he murmured [Thank you, beautiful]. “Did you see the little gift I left in there?” Miguel asked with a sparkle in his eye. You glanced down at your lap to see the postcard staring up at you. Your heart raced as you picked it up, admiring the picturesque image of Niagara Falls. You curiously flipped it over.

“Make sure to bring your raincoat ♥️”

You gasped and looked up.

“You mean…” your voice trailed off. Miguel smiled brightly and nodded.

“I was even able to book the same suite. It’s only for a long weekend, but I know those few days will be well spent with you, mi vida,” he cooed as he kissed your hand. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting up and wrapping your arms around your husband, your heart brimming with joy.

You’ll never forget that day he took you to Niagara Falls. It was a complete surprise when Miguel knelt down on the deck of your hotel room, the rumble of the falls filling your ears as he asked you to spend the rest of your life with him.

“Te amo mucho, gran oso,” you sniffed [I love you very much, big bear]. Miguel cupped your cheek before pressing another tender kiss to your lips.

“Te amo mucho, conejita,” Miguel beamed [I love you very much, little bunny]. You bit your lip as you pulled back and took your seat. Your heart pounded against your sternum as you pulled out the small box from your purse.

“My gift isn’t as big,” you said a little sheepishly. Miguel parted his lips as you handed the box to him.

“Oh, bebé. You know I’ll love any gift you give me,” he cooed [baby]. He leaned in closer. “Size doesn’t matter, right?” Miguel smirked. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Right…it’s how you use it,” you reply with a wry grin. Miguel shook his head as he chuckled.

“I love your quick wit, conejita,” your beloved hummed. You leaned forward on your elbows as you watched Miguel start to unwrap his gift. You bit your lip as he pulled the lid off with a quiet "pop". His eyes lit up when he saw a silver watch glisten beneath the dim candlelight. You squeezed your hands in your lap as he slipped it out of the box.

“Oh, hermosa,” Miguel breathed as he slid the watch against his wrist [beautiful]. You bit your lip a little harder as he admired it. “The very first gift you gave me,” he murmured softly. You nodded as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“I know you said that you’ve been meaning to get it fixed for a while, so I stopped by the jewelers last month,” you said. Miguel clasped the watch over his wrist, smiling as he observed the hands of the little clock tick by.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N),” Miguel smiled as he leaned forward. Your heart skipped a beat as you met him in the middle, your lips slowly caressing each other in a loving embrace. You sighed as he cupped your cheek, your heart fluttering as his warm lips sweetly brushed over yours. You pulled your head back when someone nearby cleared their throat.

“Your water, ma'am,” Mark said as he placed your glass onto the table. "Sir," he said to Miguel with a bit more flat tone. You slumped back in your chair before realizing you haven't even looked at the menu.

"We still need a few minutes," you said to your waiter.

"Of course," Mark said with a bright grin before excusing himself. You and Miguel relaxed as you opened your menus. You smiled at the way the candlelight flickered in Miguel’s soft, brown eyes.

Tonight couldn’t have been more perfect.

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You patted your napkin over your mouth before sinking into your seat with a satisfied smile.

“That was the best food I’ve had in a while,” you sighed happily. Your husband quirked one of his thick, dark brows.

“Even better than my cooking?” Miguel asked. Your eyes widened.

“Oh, um, well-“ your husband started to chuckle.

“Don’t worry, hermosa. I know my cooking’s terrible,” he snickered. You giggled.

“I mean, I was going to say something…” you lilted. Miguel placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Ouch,” he replied.

“You said it, not me,” you shrugged before taking another sip of your wine. Miguel chuckled, his eyes half lidded as they raked over your form.

“I think this wine’s making us both a bit too bold,” Miguel smirked. Your cheeks warmed as he gently reached beneath the table and laid his hand on your knee. You bit your lip as a wave of heat swept through your core.

“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing,” you replied with a low whisper. Just as Miguel tilted his head and leaned forward, Mark’s shadow loomed over the two of you.

“Your bill, sir,” he said as he set the paper down on the table. Your love made no effort to hide his annoyance as he took the receipt.

“Thanks,” your husband said. He pulled out his credit card after the server briskly walked away. Miguel sighed and rose from his seat. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered with quick peck to your cheek. You grinned and watched as he walked back into the restaurant.

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Miguel hummed as he strolled towards the restroom. It’s been so long since his heart has felt this full. Your smile, your laugh, the smooth, gentle touch of your lips against his all made him feel more complete. Miguel wore a bright grin as he pushed the restroom door wide open.

“Did you see the juicy ass on that chick sitting next to the balcony?” Mark loudly whispered. Miguel froze and lingered in the doorway when he saw two waiters at the urinals.

“Dude, I know. I’d love a piece of that cake…if you know what I mean,” the other server chortled. Miguel narrowed his eyes. Okay, there’s a lot of people out on the patio. Surely they weren’t-

“And that tight, black dress-fuck. Can’t imagine how those pretty tits would look while she’s-“

Both of them whipped their heads around when Miguel let the door slam behind him, a deadly glint flickering in his eyes as his jaw tightened.

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation,” he said while straightening his shoulders. Mark frowned as his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“O-Oh,” he simply replied as he awkwardly shuffled in place. Miguel tilted his head, his muscles bulging beneath his crisp suit.

“H-Hey man. We didn’t mean any harm,” the other waiter said as he hastily zipped up his pants. Miguel scoffed and narrowed his eyes.

“Well, I suggest you speak about my wife with much more respect-or any woman for that matter,” he spat. Their faces grew cherry red as Miguel tugged on his jacket. “Now, if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, I’m going to go home and make love to my beautiful wife,” Miguel said as he tugged on his jacket. He scowled as he turned on his heel and stomped back outside.

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You blinked as Miguel strolled up to the table. To say he looked enraged would’ve been an understatement: his nostrils were flared, shoulders tensed and face glowing a bright cherry red.

“Miguel, what’s wrong?” you asked as you placed a hand on his large arm. Your husband paused as he glanced towards the glass doors. His eyes became half-lidded as he took your hand into his before pulling you up. You squeaked as he reached down and cupped his other palm against the globe of your ass.

“M-Miguel,” you said in a loud whisper as you nervously glanced around. You could’ve sworn you saw him smirk as the waiter rushed up to your table. Mark’s hands trembled as he threw the credit card and receipt down.

“Thankyouhavealovelyevening!” he squeaked before running back into the building. You furrowed your brows before grabbing your things.

"I wonder what happened to him?" you wondered aloud as you slipped your cards into your purse. Your face glowed with heat as Miguel squeezed your supple ass with more force before guiding you across the patio.

“Miguel, people are looking,” you whispered as your eyes scanned the crowd.

“Let them look,” he replied with a low rumble as he opened the door for you. You tilted your head down as waiters, patrons, even the receptionist stared as your husband escorted you to the front of the building.

Miguel didn’t even need to say anything as the two of you made your way towards the valet stand, the man’s face beet red as you approached. He quickly snatched your keys and rushed to get your car, nearly tripping over the curb in the process. You glanced up at your beloved, his face twisted with even more fury than before. You bit your lip as you turned around and rested your hands on his chest.

“Miguel, bebé, please tell me what’s wrong,” you pleaded while rubbing your palms against his white button-up. Miguel’s shoulders remained stiff as you rubbed his chest, your bottom lip poking out every so slightly. "¿Por favor?" you asked [Please?]. He frowned and glanced away as the valet rolled up with your car and scrambled towards you.

“H-Have a good evening,” the man said, his face completely drained of all color. You gave the valet an apologetic smile before you slid into the black, polished car. The tension on the ride home was nearly unbearable. Miguel’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he kept his eyes on the road, his large hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned pale. The sound of soft jazz playing on the radio did little to ease the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.

Did you do something wrong? Did he actually hate the gift you gave him? He put so much effort into booking the restaurant and the place the two of you stayed where he proposed to you…and what did you give him? A repaired watch.

You felt completely deflated by the time Miguel pulled up to your apartment complex.

“We’re home,” he said in a subdued voice. You nodded, your heart sinking into your stomach as you unbuckled your seatbelt. Your shoes clacked against the sidewalk as the two of you made your way to the front door.

“Evening, Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara,” the doorman Ben said.

"Evening, Ben," you said with a small smile. Your throat tightened when Miguel wrapped one of his bulky arms around you and pulled you to his side. You frowned as the two of you stepped inside, his grip unyielding as you walked into the elevator. You felt Miguel loosen his hold on you, allowing you some space to step back.

“Miguel, what-” you gasped when he pinned you against the wall and captured your mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss. Your breasts rubbed against your strapless bra as you felt him slide his tongue past your lips, his wet muscle tangling with yours as something hard poked at the inside of your thigh. You panted when he pulled back, his pupils blown and drinking in your curvaceous form.

“Y-You’re not mad at me?” you blinked. Your husband furrowed his dark brows.

“Mad? Why would I be mad at you, mi ángel?” Miguel purred as he rested his hands on your hips [my angel]. You gripped the lapels of his navy blue jacket as he began to grind his hard cock against your clothed pussy. You bit your lip as a pulse of arousal shot through your core.

“Te deseo, Mami,” your love groaned [I want you, Mommy]. You gasped as he rubbed his hard, throbbing cock against your crotch while he kneaded the supple flesh of your waist. “God, you have no idea how much I wanted to rip this dress off your body and fuck you right on that patio,” he rumbled and nipped at the shell of your ear. You shivered as Miguel trailed his lips over your pulse.

“Miguel,” you panted as he ground his hips against you, your clit throbbing against the fabric of your silky panties. Your husband pulled back as soon as the elevator dinged.

“Mi amor, por fa - te necesito,” he husked as he dipped his hand beneath your chin and tilted your head up [My love, please - I need you]. You felt your inhibitions quickly dissolve as a wave of heat pulsed through your core.

“Soy todo tuyo,” you whispered as you laid your hands over his chest [I’m yours]. You moaned as he bared his teeth against your neck and slid his hands over your plump ass. You squeaked and ducked your head into his broad shoulder when he slapped your rear, the slight sting sending ripples of arousal through your heat.

“I’m going to make sure you never forget this night,” Miguel growled as he kneaded your supple cheeks in his massive palms. Your heart raced as he picked you up by your waist and carried you into the penthouse. You dropped your purse on the tiled floor as you threaded your fingers through his dark, silky locks. Miguel groaned as your lips met in a passionate dance, your tongues gliding across one another with a soft squelch. You hungrily devoured each other’s mouths in a heated kiss as he kicked the bedroom door open. You squeaked at the sudden noise and tensed in his arms.

“Lo siento. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Miguel whispered, his plump lips dancing over yours [I’m sorry].

“It’s okay,” you murmured gently, your hands falling down to wrap around his thick neck. Your husband's eyes raked across your body as he laid you down on the plush, king-sized bed. You dug your nails into the back of his neck as he suckled over the nape of your neck, his deft fingers rolling the skirt of your dress over your hips. He sucked in a sharp breath when he laid eyes on your clothed sex.

“See what you do to me, bebé?” Miguel groaned before taking your hand and trailing it down his shirt. Your breath hitched when you felt the heavy, hard cock twitch against your palm. You bit your lip and mewled as your love nipped at your soft skin.

“Papi, fuck,” you gasped as he slid your thong to the side and rubbed at your slick, puffy folds with his digits. You husband rumbled as he spread your pussy lips apart with his thick fingers.

"Mm, tan mojada," Miguel groaned with a smirk [so wet].

"Please, Miguel," you swallowed thickly as you spread your legs as much as you could. Your husband licked his lips as he locked eyes with you.

"Don't worry, baby. Just need to make sure you're stretched out for my cock first," he rumbled. Your mouth opened in a silent moan when he suddenly sank two of his thick digits inside your tight, weeping hole.

“Oh my God!” you shivered and gripped the sheets as he curled his fingertips against your sensitive, spongey g-spot. Your gummy walls clenched around his two digits as Miguel chuckled. He parted his lips as he massaged your hip, his eyes lit with a deep, primal hunger.

“That’s it, bebé. Keep making those pretty noises for me,” Miguel grunted as relentlessly thrusted his fingers inside your plush cunt. Your eyes widened as he kissed down your chest and stomach before hovering his lips over your mound.

“S-Shit!” you moaned and arched your back as your husband dipped his head down and eagerly suckled on your bundle of nerves. Miguel grunted against your juicy slit, your arousal smearing over his broad chin as you ground your hips against his face. “M-Miguel, baby,” you groaned as your love flattened his warm tongue over your engorged bud.

“Tan bueno - sabe tan bien,” he growled against your wet folds before lapping at your clit [So good - tastes so good]. Tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as Miguel continued to fuck your tight pussy with his thick fingers.

“Bebé,” you choked as you felt his digits stretch you out while he swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves. Your jaw went slack when he curled his fingers inside you again, letting the intoxicating pressure linger for much longer.

“Make a mess on my face, Mami,” your husband urged with a low growl. A high-pitched cry left your swollen lips as Miguel eagerly pumped his fingers in and out of your tight, slick hole, the tension in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter.

“S-Sí Papi - just like that,” you encouraged him as you fisted the crisp bedsheets. Miguel groaned as your arousal dripped down his chin and neck, his tongue painting bold, wet stripes from your stuffed hole and all the way up to your clit. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped his fingers even faster while puckering his lips around your bundle of nerves.

“M-Miguel!” you squealed when he suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving your hole puckering and begging for more. A bolt of pleasure struck through you when he started to hastily unbuckle his belt.

“Lo siento, mi vida. I can’t wait anymore,” Miguel growled as he shoved his slacks and briefs down in one swift motion. Your cunt fluttered when you saw his thick, heavy cock spring free, a thick bead of precum adorning his flush tip. Your husband's eyes remained on your dripping cunt as he shoved his jacket and white button-up onto the floor. Your mouth watered as you stared at the mortal Adonis standing in front of you, his rippling muscles tensing as he pumped his girthy shaft.

You gasped as he quickly climbed on top of you and cupped his palms against the back of your knees. You squealed when Miguel pushed your legs towards your shoulders, your puffy tummy poking out as he nearly folded you in half.

“Ah!” you cried as he slammed his cock inside you in one fluid thrust. Your legs tensed in his grip as you tried to adjust to the sudden fullness inside you, his girth stretching your tight hole with a delicious burn.

“Eyes on me, conejita,” Miguel murmured, his hot breath falling over your face and neck. You glanced through the sheet of tears that blurred your vision, your body quaking with pleasure as you felt the head of his cock kiss your cervix.

“I want you to make as much noise as you'd like. Don't worry about the neighbors...for tonight, it's just the two of us. Okay, Mami?” Miguel rasped before nipping the shell of your ear. You whined as your walls ached for the sweet drag of his veiny cock. You nodded vigorously as you bit your lip, the heaviness of his cock deliciously weighing in your tight hole.

"Such a good little wife," Miguel grunted as he pulled his taut hips back. Your heart skipped a beat as Miguel rested his forehead against yours before he sheathed his cock down to the hilt.

“Fuck!" you choked as you felt the slight sting of his cock molding your walls to its shape.

“God, I love how your tight, perfect pussy grips me,” Miguel murmured as he rocked his hips back and forth. His breath hitched as your walls squeezed his veiny shaft. Your cheeks burned as he wrapped his lips around yours while he thrusted into you at a rapid, sloppy pace.

“M-Miguel!” you screamed and wrung your hands in the sheets as your lover pounded into your cunt, each drag of his cock deliciously stretching you out more and more. You squealed as Miguel squeezed the back of your knees, his balls slapping against your plump asscheeks. You shivered as he released a deep growl, his cock throbbing and twitching between your swollen, gummy walls.

“R-Right there Papi!” you yelled as the bulbous head of his cock perfectly grazed over your g-spot. You threw your head back as your husband leaned forward and wrapped his lips around yours while he desperately pounded into your raw cunt.

“So good, so good to me," he panted. You moaned as you felt your cunt already starting to clamp down on his shaft.

“M-Miguel, wait! I’m gonna-” you were cut off when he pressed his lips to your neck, his hips snapping against yours and making your thick asscheeks clap loudly.

“Cum for me, conejita,” he grunted. Your bottom lip trembled as the tight knot in your belly suddenly snapped.

“MIGUEL!” you screamed as your slick walls clenched around his girth. Miguel’s thrusts stuttered as your pussy squeezed his cock in a vice grip, your slick gushing past the stuffed seam of your raw, tight cunt.

“Mierda,” your husband breathed as you unraveled beneath him [Shit]. You babbled as your cunt pulsed; every contraction sending an overwhelming wave of bliss over your trembling form. You moaned as Miguel continued to thrust his cock inside your weeping cunt, your arousal sticking to the front of his thighs as he groaned above you. Hot tears rolled down your puffy cheeks when Miguel suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“Miguel?” you breathed as your heart raced. Your squealed as your husband pulled you up and wrapped his arms beneath your knees.

“Unphase the blinds to level zero,” Miguel rumbled. Your eyes widened as he lifted you up and immediately sheathed you down on his stiff cock, your slick pussy swallowing his length whole.

“¡P-Papi!” you gasped as he carried you over to your wide bedroom windows, the holographic blinds slowly fading to reveal the neon glow of Nueva York. Your thighs shook in his bulky arms as he froze just inches from the window. Your heart raced as you gazed at the lewd reflection of yourself in the crystal glass, your hot breath fogging against the clear surface.

Your jaw went slack as Miguel started to thrust into your wet heat, your gushing cunt squelching with each snap of his hips.

“Look down there, mi amor. Look at all those men who will never be able to fuck you like I do,” he rasped as he bounced you on his shaft. Your eyes glazed over as you gazed down at the streets below. You’d be more embarrassed had you not just cum on your husband’s dick…but there was a tiny part of you that indulged in being claimed by your beloved. “They’ll never get to hear your pretty moans, feel your soft, perfect pussy grip their cocks,” Miguel growled as he nipped at your neck. You dug your nails into his forearm as he pounded into your cunt with no restraint, his breathing growing ragged and arms tensing beneath your legs.

“Say you’re mine, (Y/N),” he groaned before puckering his lips over your pulse. You moaned as shook in his hold as you tried to swim through the haze of your ecstasy.

“I-I’m yours, Papi!” you screamed. You gasped as Miguel raked his teeth over your hickey.

“Who do you belong to?!” he snarled. You sobbed as your cunt greedily sucked in his cock with.

“I belong to you, Miguel!” you moaned loudly. You mewled as your arousal leaked onto the floor.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” your husband groaned as he kissed your cheek before thrusting even faster.

“Mmmm-Miguel,” you slurred. You screamed silently as he sank his teeth into your shoulder, the slight sting mixing with the intoxicating pleasure that rippled through your core. Your throat tightened as his cock dragged along your soft walls, your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs and gliding over your jiggling asscheeks.

“Gonna cum for me again, hm?” Miguel husked before tracing the tip of his tongue across the fresh bite mark.

“S-Sí, Papi,” you whined. You felt him smirk against your shoulder as he kept you in front of the window, your heart racing at the thought of someone seeing the two of you in such an intimate position. You moaned as his thrusts began to falter, his hot breath falling over your exposed skin.

“M-Mig-!” you shouted as your vision was flooded with white.

“Yes, that’s it Mami. S-Soak this fat fucking cock with your sweet cum,” your husband rasped as you threw your head against his shoulder.

“Fuck,” you sobbed as a wave of pleasure rushed through your heat, your pussy squirting all over his massive, swollen cock. Miguel groaned as he squeezed your legs.

“So close,” he hissed through gritted teeth as his cock twitched inside your fluttering walls. You gripped your hands over his as your body jiggled with every powerful snap of his hips.

“Por fa Papi…fill me,” you whispered breathily. Miguel grunted against your neck as he slammed you down on his cock for the last time. Both of you moaned as he painted your slick walls white with thick, heavy ropes of his seed. You felt Miguel shiver behind you as his cock throbbed, his warm cum splashing against your swollen cervix.

“Yes,” Miguel growled deeply as he kept your back pressed to his chest. You swallowed thickly and shuddered as his cock began to soften inside you, thick beads of his cum swelling and dripping down the curve of your ass. The air was filled with your deep, heavy breaths, your bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“That was…wow,” you didn’t even have the mental capacity to describe what just happened. Miguel chuckled softly and nodded.

“Yeah,” he grinned and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. You squealed as he gave your legs another gentle squeeze. “Activate blinds to ten,” Miguel called out. The windows soon fogged up with the holographic blinds again as he took a step back. Your eyelids began to grow heavy as he carried you to bed. You whimpered when your giant husband laid both of you down, his cock softening between your raw, oversensitive walls. You sighed as you felt his hands mindlessly wander across your body, his lips grazing your neck every so often.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Miguel murmured as his lips dancing over your pulse. You sighed.

“Actually, could we just stay here for a little bit?” you asked and slightly turned his face. The corners of your husband’s eyes crinkled as he gave you a gentle smile.

“Of course, mi amor,” he purred and pecked your lips. You returned his grin as he kept you against his chest, his large, bulky arms wrapped around you like a cozy cocoon. You kissed his bulging bicep before tracing your fingertips across the many dips and curves of his arm. Miguel sighed as he nuzzled his face against your neck, his warm breath tickling over your pulse.

“Te amo mucho, (Y/N),” your beloved whispered before gently kissing your cheek. You sighed as you relished in the way his lips lingered on your skin while you closed your eyes.

“Te amo mucho, Miguel,” you murmured softly.

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"Say it," Miguel O'Hara growled into my ear. "Say what I want to hear."

His larger hand gently squeezed the sides of my neck, enough to make my mouth fall open and to have me panting like a bitch in heat. My nails dug deep crescent shapes onto his forearm to steady myself. My other hand was planted flat against the control panel, right next to his. My knee was propped up onto the flat surface with my back arched against his torso. 

His hot body was colliding against mine at a rapid pace. The long girthy member tore through me quicker than the speed of light and I couldn’t think straight.

"F-F-Fuck y-you," I stammered, quivering beneath him.

A deep chuckle resonated through the massive man. "You shouldn't have said that, Y/N."

Miguel quickly spun me around to face him. He planted my ass into the edge of the control panel and hiked my legs up onto his waist. His spider suit was still partially covering his body. The top was hiked up over his lower abs, while his pants were just low enough to free his cock.

Mr. O'Hara shoved the member right back into my sopping cunt. Earning a gasp out of me. One of his hands gripped the edge of the flat surface, while the other found a new position. His right hand hooked around my back and took hold of my braids from the root. He cocked my head back at a near-painful angle, exposing my jugular. 

Miguel started to ram the member into me, faster than before. My whole body jolted and spasmed from the sheer force of the thrusts. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as hot pants fell from my mouth.

"Oh God yes!" I said, drool spilling from my lips. "Just like that!"

The new position had placed the beautiful rod of pleasure directly against my G-spot. The massive member was annihilating the spongy area every chance it got. My pussy oozed in response. It fluttered and tightened around the brooding man, earning a groan from him.

A curse fell from his lips as his thrusts became a little sloppy. Miguel was reaching his peak. It was only right after he fucked me for almost an hour straight. So much for a quickie.

The massive man slammed his hand against the flat surface and placed a searing kiss on my lips. He loosened the grip on my hair and wrapped an arm around my waist. I hooked my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Our sweaty chests were pressed together as our thighs trembled. 

Suddenly, I turned my head away from his lips, offering my neck to his. The climax was inching closer and closer by the second. My nails dug into his back, clawing the elastic fabric of his suit. His sharp teeth grazed my neck in response, causing me to shudder underneath me. 

I wanted him to bite me. To drain me while he filled me with his seed. 

But he never did.

Coward.

The climax hit my body like a wrecking ball. My entire being tensed. My trembling thighs came to a staggering halt. My nails deeper into his shoulder blades as my heels sunk into his plump ass. I had squeezed my eyelids shut and kept my mouth wide open. My face was pointing to the ceiling, I could feel the cool light gracing my eyelids. Miguel’s thrusts never stopped. He kept the dangerous pace as I clung to his body for dear life. After about five tremendous seconds, I felt like I could finally breathe.

“I’m cumming,” I gasped in one big breath. “Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

I lifted my head up and pressed it against Miguel’s shoulder. I hooked my arms firmly around his torso, wanting to be close to him. My heartbeat was hammering against his cool chest. My heavy breath fanned his ear. The man shuddered in response. His hips, also, came to an abrupt halt. His entire being tensed. Miguel’s breath hitched as warm, thick cum shot out of him. It filled my empty womb entirely. I groaned at the lustful sensation and pressed soft kisses on his neck.

His strong arms circled my plus body and held me closer than he ever had, My heart leaped from such tenderness, but I quickly shot it down. I wouldn’t get my hopes up. I knew better when it came to Miguel. Without meaning to, he always found a way to disappoint me.

“No,” I said, finally. “I will not join your spider society.”

“Oh,” he replied in shock. “That’s not what I was expecting.”  He lifted my face from his should and took my chin between his fingers. “I must admit, I’m a little disappointed, Y/N.”

“Well,” I pulled away, hopping off the ledge. “Join the club.”

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I know I lie more then sza but ya girl being settling into a new job.

Imma be posting soon. I promise.

[tarjapearce]

Can you do a fanfic with a girl that is plus size please?!!!! 🙏🙏🙏

Oh my, oh my 🤭❤️

Miguel truly isn't about looks. More like "Show me what you got" sort of guy.

That doesn't mean he's not a looker. The way your clothes snug your figure in such a way that sometimes make him jealous. You were just exactly what he needed after a rough day of work.

You were warm, always showering him in affection when he felt going that dark place again. But just as you loved him and he loved you, you wouldn't mind speaking your mind and call him out when he was certainly acting out of line.

"Here, get something to eat."

"I'm not hungry." He'd mumble as he typed away in his laptop, trying to pour over work.

"Of course you are. Saw you looking at my food a while ago. You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep this up."

"I know"

"Just saying. I worry" You kissed his temple as you left the food next to him.

"I know you do, muñeca."

You left him to work. Only to find an empty plate later.

----

You'd lie on bed, caressing his hair. Your thighs, (A favorite of his), were so soft and comfortable. Just like the rest of you. You were his personal pillow. After all you'd found him snuggled against you when he passed out from exhaustion.

You'd pamper him to no end. It was scary for him at first to find someone that would actually understand his priorities and not giving a hard time for it. Of course, you'd voice your concerns when he was turning a bit too distant, but stuff like that were meaningful and grounding for him.

Love and patience had your name all over. You'd leave him food prepared whenever he was too busy with work. Your love language was acts of services and words of affirmations. You always knew what to say in the right times when he felt deflated and wavering.

And when you did feel like that, he'd just return the favor with gifts and physical touch.

----

"Stop, I'm heavy!"

"So am I." He'd shrug casually as he threw you over his shoulder, walking to the bedroom.

"Miguel!"

"Shh... Cállate." He'd spank you, "Need you to model some stuff for me."

In fact, he had gotten you a little thing from that lingerie store you had been staring but didn't make a move to buy anything. He'd always notice these little things from you. Again, he didn't care about looks. You were already perfect in his eyes.

[miguelswifey04]

OMG MIGUEL ASKING CHUBBY READER WITH THICK THIGHS TO SUFFOCATE HIM WITH HER THIGHS

YES YES AND YES!! I LOVE THIS SMM <33

miguel o’hara x chubby fem! reader

cw: suggestive, you’re suffocating miguel with your thick thighs!!

as miguel catches his breath, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. he looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and desire. “mami, would you do me a favor? i want to feel the strength and power of your thick thighs around me. would you suffocate me with them?" his words send a jolt of excitement through you as you realize what he's asking for. you watch as miguel eagerly positions himself beneath you, his body ready to be surrounded by your sumptuous and plushy thighs.

with a teasing smile, you slowly lower yourself onto his face, your thick thighs enclosing him in a deliciously tight embrace. you can feel the heat and weight of your body pressing against him, the sensations sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. miguel’s muffled groans of pleasure reverberate against your skin as he loses himself in the sensation of your thighs enveloping him. he revels in the feeling of your softness, the power and control you have over him.

as you continue to smother him, miguel’s hands reach up and grip onto your hips, his touch simultaneously gentle and possessive. he wants to show you how much he enjoys being at your mercy, surrendering to your dominance. the combination of your physical presence and the air control intensifies the pleasure coursing through miguel’s body. he loves the feeling of being completely at your mercy, the vulnerability and trust he's placed in you.

your thighs press against his face, muffling his voice and cutting off his breath as he gives himself completely to your control. and as you look down at him, you see the pleasure and desire burning in his eyes, his submission to you evident. beneath your powerful thighs, miguel finds his bliss, completely surrendered to your dominance and eager to experience the depths of pleasure you can provide him.

a/n: he’s soooo ?:!!:’djdjskkskss ah

tags 🏷️!! @astro1bloom @kairiscorner @meeom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii

[bluesidez]

A little nsfw Gym Rat Miguel drabble to make myself feel better. It can be placed somewhere in the future of Sophomore year.

content warning: breast play, fingering, cum eating, Miguel being in love with reader and her body per usual, 18+ so MNDI

If Miguel had the time to caress you every day, he would. He really felt that it was necessary as he watched you pull your shirt off your body.

The AC in his dorm room was broken, and his skinny fan and the Arctic freeze cooler he just bought were the only things bringing in some type of cool air.

You couldn’t take the heat too much, body warming up under his palms.

He promised you it was ok to leave, but you insisted on staying by his side.

Miguel watched you in awe as you sat on the edge of his bed, body leaning towards the cool air with your eyes closed.

You weren’t completely sweating, but your skin was dewey and inviting.

Miguel moved from his headboard towards you, lifting your hair to let your neck breathe.

“Thank you,” you sigh.

Miguel watched the curve of your neck to the pretty hills of your back all the way down to the shorts covering the part of you that sat on him before you moved for air.

He’s cold now because of your absence.

Miguel scooches closer, the bed protesting as he slides in behind you again. He felt that enough time had passed between cuddling and cooling down.

He lets your hair go and you lean back on his chest, your head lolling to the side on his shoulder.

Your chest moves with your slow breaths and Miguel’s hands grip around your middle like a lifeline.

He kneads your skin, breath hitting your temple, “Want me to take off your bra?”

A pause enters the room. A moment of nothing to hear the doors slam in the hall or the cars pass by.

“You want to take off my bra?”

Miguel hears the skepticism in your voice and drags his hands up your front. He pulls at the straps of your bra slowly and repeatedly, watching as your chest moves at his disposal.

“I'm so glad you’re having fun while I’m dying.”

“Don’t say that,” Miguel slots his hands under the straps and pulls them off your shoulders. “I’ll cool you off.”

Miguel kisses your neck and finds a path to your back. He unclasps your bra, the ease of it a bit annoying because of the worn hooks.

“How do you plan to do that?”

Miguel pulls the cups off with care, watching as your breasts drop on top of your stomach. He shifts the bra down your arms and tosses it next to his pillow.

“With my boyfriend magic.”

He cups his fingers around you, entranced by how you fall through his fingers. He pushes them towards you and out, circling and enjoying the view.

“You’re silly.”

A hitch in your breath comes when Miguel runs his palm past your areola, fingers parting to tighten around your nipple.

His thumb and finger find the other, pulling and stretching. Your nails dig into his thighs as you sigh at his ministrations.

Miguel continues to fondle your skin, your mouth parting and your body melting into his.

“I don’t know if this is helping,” Miguel hums. “Let me try something else.”

Before you can protest the loss of him on your skin, he wraps his arms around you and scoots back towards the wall dragging you along with him.

He tugs at your shorts, hips lifting to help you get them off. You make a noise as he flings them across the room. He hushes you with a kiss to the back of your neck, fingers ghosting dangerously close to your panties.

Your left thigh stretches out with the help of his forearm looping under your knee. You gasp as the rotating fan pans across your bare skin, shuddering in Miguel's hold.

"This should feel good," Miguel whispers in your ear as he slides his right hand to your clothed clit. "Wanna focus on the part that's the hottest."

You cling to his arm as he starts to rub against the nub, a moan escaping your lips before you cover your mouth.

"Amor, you gotta let me know if it's working," Miguel pouted into your skin, one kiss to your hair. "Let me hear you."

Miguel added more pressure, moving the hand under your knee to your chest. Your voice got louder as he doubled his touch.

You stuttered out your words, worried that the walls were far too thin to be yelling out please's and more's.

Miguel shifted your weight to the middle, wanting to give your left side some love.

"You're not facing the wall. Whoever's next door will live," Miguel mumbled as he felt his fingers getting wetter and wetter. "You're more important right now, anyway."

Miguel dipped his fingers lower, groaning at the sound of you that filled the room. He spread his pointer and his middle finger over your lips and reached down with his other hand to pull your soaked underwear to the side.

He mourned the loss of not being able to see how pretty you looked down there, but he enjoyed the dazed stare you gave him as he rubbed his other hand over your parted lips.

"You like it, bunny?"

You nod your head as Miguel slides against your entrance, teasing. "Need it."

Your hips moved up towards his fingertips, whining as Miguel kept his touches light. Your hand push against the wall behind Miguel, voice getting higher.

Gorgeous.

Miguel finally sinks his fingers into you, mouth pressing against you as you let out loud breaths. His middle fingers slide in and back out slowly, arms tense against you.

"Hold your legs in place, ok? Your body needs all the air it can get."

You pushed them out but scrunched them back in, Miguel's fingers working overtime in you and on your clit. Miguel worked quick to get your legs over his and out of the way.

A cry of his name reached the ceiling as he picked up his speed, thick liquid running over his hands.

It was so much, the feeling of his thick fingers folding into you and the tips of his fingers bringing you pleasure.

Your words slur together as you tell him to keep going, the intensity building up in your body. Miguel sings praises in your ear, feeling you closing in on his fingers.

Your hips jerk once, twice, three times over before your orgasm rushes through your body. Miguel keeps going with a descrescendo to his pace.

When you're finally pooled in his lap, muscles tired, Miguel pulls out with a final slide against you.

“You cool?” Miguel asks as he pulls his fingers to his lips, humming around them.

You twitch in his arms, legs, and stomach shaking like jelly, “Not at all.”

“Hm,” Miguel thinks aloud. “I think I have one more trick. Lay down."

"Oh god."

dividers by: @adornedwithlight 🩵

a/n: The trick was oral btw. I know it's going to be a while before I get back to the actual story because it is genuinely a bit tough to write it right about now. But, I had this idea of Miguel being super in love with reader's chest that turned into this. So, I hope you guys enjoyed it!

[gemini-sensei]

@sensei-venus thinking about Hawk and Reader going to the beach with their friends and Miguel has a crush on them 🤭 and Reader is pregnant with the twins.

Miguel can't stop admiring Reader from afar. He can't help it. She's so beautiful, lounging in a beach chair rubbing sunscreen on her belly while Hawk rubs it into hee back. She's in a bikini and showing off her fat tits that are ready to spill out of her top at any second. Hawk and Reader are so giggly and gushing over the babies. Miguel looks away if he even thinks they will turn their heads his way.

Then Hawk goes into the ocean with Robby and Sam to jump ways and such. Reader watches from afar and Miguel is chilling on his chair. Then Reader drops her water bottle and it all pouts out over the sand. She huffs and puffs, readying herself to get up to go to the cooler to get a new one. However, before she can move an inch, Miguel is going to the cooler and grabbing her a drink. He's such a gentleman and she thinks him for it.

He sits with her and they talk while their friends are having fun. Then the babies start moving around and Reader gets excited. She asks if he wants to feel and he happily says yes because he's excited too. He's so family oriented and happy for his friends, so of course he says yes. He puts both hands on her belly to feel the babies moving and he gets giddy. That's amazing to him and he's so happy for Reader and Hawk. He wishes it were him though, but not instead of Hawk. With them.

They gush about the babies the whole time. And Hawk sees them from the sea and thinks Miguel is so cool. He's over there helping and excited for him and his wife. It's great.

[guruan]

"I'm sorry."

Sketch for Every You Every Me #4 by @astroboots

Open for surprise:

Before you scroll further, just wanted to say that, I often avoid these kind of insert drawings for obvious generalization reasons- but this time I thought the pose left me space to change little things without being too much work so I added a few variations of hair textures and lenghts :) Naturally, I cannot possibly do every existent hairstyle, but I tried to think about some general ones.

Also, I edited a little the body for kind of a plus size version too.

Due to the angle, I don't know if it makes that much of a difference (because I also couldn't edit too much or it would've meant to redraw completely some things). But I tried it, so I hope you find some you can feel identified with.

Now! For you Cici: This is why I asked about your hairstyle the other day 😆Yours is the third one from here ❤

Really loved that scene so much (and I mean- many others too, but I felt an urge to sketch this one- I had to sacrifice some details in order to do so many alt. versions, but hope you still like it ❤)

I was thinking how much "Every Me" makes sense here HAHAHA

and Plus size ver:

[wriitingwoes79]

Naughty Neighbors

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Y/N

Summary: You and Miguel are neighbors in an apartment in Nueva York. There’s a mutual not-so-quiet dislike for each other despite your best efforts to make nice, but it seems the both of you are reaching a breaking point.

Content Warning: a hint of dub-con, mention of masturbation/sex toys, thigh riding, dirty talk, exhibitionism

WC: ~1.2k

AN: this is BARELY edited, but thank my bestie @whaddayadothatfor for helping me out with this! Go check out her Miguel O’Hara and JJK fics <3

MDNI!!!

Miguel O’Hara had to be the worst neighbor in the history of neighbors.


But as terrible as he was, that didn’t stop you from rocking your hips back and forth so that your clit and pussy slickly slid over the length of his generously sized and veined dick as he pressed you hard against the walls of the hallway.


*before the ‘incident’*


Miguel made it his life’s work to be absolutely insufferable. He was rude, constantly making racket and always seemed to be around at the worst time.


You had had trouble sleeping lately, so you did what any newly single gal with frustrations up to your knees would do: pull out the vibrator and go to work. In all honesty though, you’d had to use it even when you weren’t single too.


You used it more than you’d liked to admit—so much in fact that it needed new batteries and died mid act just as you could hear Miguel rumbling around on his side of the wall. As a result, you couldn’t sleep.


It had ended up setting the tone for the day: waking up too late, cursing over frizzy hair, spilling your coffee on the subway and eventually being berated at work by your boss over a deadline. It didn’t help that your boyfriend had been avoiding you for the past few days after declaring the two of you “take a break”.


You ordered takeout from a place down the street after returning home and changed into comfortable clothes to wear around the house and figured while you waited you might as well go check your mail.


You went through your mail slot in the lobby of the apartment building, finding Miguel’s among yours. You tried his slot only to find it was locked, of course, and sighed.


You would have to talk to him. 


For anyone else, that wouldn’t have been a problem. You were friendly with everyone on the floor—minus Miguel. He was rude, aloof, and often met you with silence when you tried your friendly neighbor tactics. Even when you first moved in and brought over a tray of muffins, he’d declined and slammed the door in your face hard enough the knocker rattled.


He wasn’t your enemy or anything silly like that. No, he was just a fucking douche bag. And there were plenty of those in this building and in this goddamn city, anyways.


Still, determined to be the better person (either to a fault or out of spite), you knocked on his door. You could hear the shuffling and heavy footsteps even through the door, and a sigh sounded between it before it swung open.


Oh, fuck.


Unfortunately, there was always a nagging thought in your mind when Miguel crossed it—he was undeniably attractive. It made it that much more frustrating that he was rude and so cold to you.


Today was no fucking better.


He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest as his dark eyes scanned over your form. They widened slightly as they took in your cropped tank top and fuzzy pajama shorts that did little to cover your generous assets but they snapped back up to your eyes when you shook the mail lightly in front of him.


“Hey neighbor,” you said in a slight sing-song voice. “I have some of your mail. It got mixed in with mine again.” You hold out the mail and he looks down at it.


“I don’t need it.”


You paused, brows furrowing. God, he was frustrating.


“You don’t need your mail?” You asked incredulously. “It’s literally bills. One of these is the electric and gas company! What do you mean you don’t need them?”


“You snooping through my mail now, Y/L/N?” His gruff voice is a near purr as he says your last name and you huff in annoyance.


“Of course not, that would be illegal,” you retort, stressing the syllables of “illegal”. “Just like how it should be illegal to be that terrible of a next door neighbor.” Miguel laughed coldly, the muscles on his chest and biceps pushing through his white tee. The grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips did little to keep your imagination in check and you backed away, still holding out the mail.


“I’m the terrible neighbor? You think I like listening to what happens on your side of the wall?”


Your mouth gaped open in shock.


“What do I even do?”


“You think I don’t have to deal with the shit I have to hear on your side?” He leaned in dangerously close, his lips tilted up in a mocking sneer.


“Like what?” You pressed, crossing your arms over the flimsy tank top you wore.


“The arguments between you and your boyfriend, the noises you make in the morning….the noises you make at night.”


“What noises?” Your cheeks were already starting to feel hot as he bent down to lean closer, his arms still crossed.


“The noises you don’t think anyone hears,” he says quietly, his voice rough and rumbling in the air between the two of you. “I hear everything through that wall. And I’m surprised that little toy of yours last night had any juice left.”


You acted before any actual thought could cross your mind and the next thing you knew— your hand was stinging and Miguel’s sculpted face was red on his right cheek.


“I…I’m sorry,” you squeaked out, cradling your hand. You backed from his door, the letters falling to the floor. Perhaps if you ran fast enough you could just make a quick getaway. Miguel’s eyes blinked before narrowing, now dark as his pupils widened.

“Don’t try and run off now.”

***


“You think I’m gonna sit idly by while you disrespect me like that?” Miguel’s voice was gravelly and deep, his hands gripping both the front of your thighs and your breasts now pulled from the flimsy tank top as his own hips pushed hard and slow against your ass.


Over and over, the length and head of his dick caught your clit and rubbed dangerously to the point of indescribable pleasure. You hadn’t felt like this in so long.


You hadn’t been touched like this in so long, you were desperate to cum. Desperate to do anything he wanted if it meant you could cum.


“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Miguel remarked, sighing as he nuzzled into your neck, his canines teasing on your sensitive skin. “Deep down this is want you wanted, huh?”


“P-please,” you stammered, unable to form any coherent thought as the wet sounds began to echo in the hallway. You moaned as every muscle in your body began to tense up from a building orgasm.


“What would the neighbors think if they caught you out here like this?" Miguel taunted. "What a naughty little neighbor you are."


"I'm n...I'm not--" 

The ding of the elevator down the hall interrupted the both of you, and in a flash, Miguel had pulled your tank top and shorts back up over your exposed parts, tucking his dick back into the waist band of his sweatpants. Before you could even turn around to say anything to him he'd slammed his door closed, the forgotten mail littered all over the ground. 

The worst neighbor, you seethed.

[s1ckh1mb0]

There you sat crying into his chest yet again about your stupid family. Being the eldest child was never the easiest but it made you the easiest target for when anything ever went wrong. It was never even your fault you had nothing to do with it. But did your family care? Of course not you were just the scapegoat for everyone to take their issues out on. “S’ not fair why am I always being blamed for everyone’s mistakes? I just want their love and approval just like they give my siblings!” “I know sweetheart and even though they don’t see how amazing you are just know that I always will.” Oh what would you do without your sweet man by your side..

Miguel,Nagito,Aizawa,Benimaru,Bruno, 1610! Miles

[daisies-daydreams]

miguel ohara x chubby!fem reader.. ( i feel so bad for requesting the same reader UGH😭.)

can you make it fluff into smut ?? :D

them just making cookies together in the kitchen, them being lovey dovey hehe. :D and you can do your own thing with the rest.

Sweetness (Miguel O’Hara x Chubby!F!Reader)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Warnings: Tickling (non-sexual), Swearing, Grinding, Spanking, Praise Kink, Kitchen/Countertop Sex, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms (Reader), Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie Word Count: 2.4k+ A/N: Omg hi!! Don’t feel bad for requesting the same reader - I love writing for chubby/plus sized reader! ☺️ I hope you enjoy!

The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air as you pulled out a fresh batch. You hummed to yourself as you slipped a new baking sheet into the oven, gently swaying your hips side to side with the tune you sang. You gasped when your husband suddenly dabbed a wad of raw cookie dough onto your cheek as soon as you stood up.

“Miguel!” you laughed as he quickly hid the wooden spoon behind his back, his brown eyes flickering with mischief as he raised his thick brows.

"I’m so sorry, hermosa! I didn’t see you there,” he said as a wry grin sneaked over his rugged face [beautiful].

“Mhm,” you hummed as you tried to wipe the dough off your cheek.

"Here, let me get that for you," Miguel winked before turning around to grab a paper towel. You smirked as you watched him reach over the counter, his bottom sticking out.

The perfect opportunity to strike.

Miguel froze the second your open palm loudly slapped against his ass. Your smile quickly fell when he whipped his head around, the corners of his mouth curved into a mischievous grin.

“Migs,” you warned while taking a step back. He slowly approached you like a jaguar ready to pounce on its prey. You squealed and broke into a sprint as Miguel chuckled and ran towards you. Your heart raced as he chased you around the kitchen, your combined footsteps thudding against the hardwood as you ran.

You yelped when Miguel came up behind you and pulled your back flush against his front. You giggled when he suddenly brushed his fingers against your sides.

“M-Miguel! ¡Por fa!” you howled with laughter as he chuckled against your neck [Miguel please!].

"'Please' what, mi amor?" he murmured as he brought his hands up to your armpits [my love]. You wheezed and wiggled in his grasp as he relentlessly tickled you.

"P-Please stop! My sides are c-cramping!" you laughed as your eyes began to water. His hands quickly slipped away from your pits and traveled back down to your waist. Your eyes widened a little when he pulled your plump ass against his crotch, the feeling of his semi-hard cock making heat rise to your cheeks.

“Miggy…” you said before biting your lip. Your heart skipped a beat as he dipped his head down and pressed his lips over your pulse. You moaned softly as he began to gently rock his hips forward while he painted your neck with quick, sloppy kisses.

“W-What happened to ‘Bebé, let’s make cookies today’?” you gulped as a wave of heat swept through you. His low chuckle sent shivers down your spine as he squeezed your love handles.

“I can’t help that you look sexy in an apron,” he purred while plucking at the band of your sweats. Your face felt even hotter as he pressed his lips to your cheek and ran his warm tongue along the dollop of raw cookie dough he left earlier. You whined as he flicked and swirled his tongue around your soft skin, his cock growing harder against your cheeks with every slow thrust of his hips.

"Miguel..." you whined before glancing behind your shoulder. Your husband's eyes lit up with lust as he parted his lips. Your breath hitched as Miguel's lips danced over the delicate shell of your ear.

"Such a sensitive little thing," he chuckled deeply before hooking his fingers around the band of your pants. You unconsciously arched your back as he slowly rolled your sweats and panties down your thick rear. Your supple skin jiggled as your clothes crested over your cheeks, your soft walls fluttering and aching for his intoxicating touch.

Miguel groaned softly as he cupped his palms over your ass. You yelped when he lightly spanked you, your core clenching as the brief sting crossed your backside.

"That's payback for earlier," he smirked against your ear. Your heart pounded in your ears as he wrapped a hand around your front and slowly slipped it between your thick thighs. Your throat grew tight as Miguel slid his girthy fingers over your slick folds before rubbing over the tight seam of your entrance. You moaned and fell on your forearms, balancing yourself against the counter as he teased your aching hole with his deft digits. You mewled and threw your head back as bolts of pleasure shot through your heat with every slow, tender stroke of his fingers.

"P-Papi," you moaned as he gently nudged his fingertips inside your tight cunt [Daddy]. You whined and trembled as he began to shallowly pump them in and out with a symphony of lewd, wet squelches. You screwed your eyes shut as he rubbed his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves; his other hand quickly working it's way beneath your shirt. You shivered as he massaged your wet opening while eagerly pinching one of your pebbling nipples between his fingers.

"Can't believe how wet you are for me already, Mami," Miguel husked into your ear as he drew slow, sloppy circles around your clit, smearing your warm arousal across your puffy bud [Mommy]. Your face burned with heat as you ducked your head into your arms, squealing as your beloved suddenly sank his digits a little deeper inside your tight pussy.

"There's no need to be shy, hermosa," your husband chuckled as he took a handful of your breast and gave it a tender squeeze. Your jaw went slack as he inched his fingers even deeper inside your slick, gummy canal, his fingertips gliding over your soft g-spot as he flicked your clit with his thumb.

"Fuck, Miguel," you whined as his digits dragged along your gummy walls.

"God, you're so warm and tight...can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock," Miguel groaned as he slightly curled his fingers against your upper wall. Your eyes rolled back as your cunt clenched around every dip and curve of his soaked digits. You mindlessly rocked your hips forward as he spread your tight hole wide open, his other hand gently massaging your breast as he breathed against your neck.

"Fuck, I want to fill you with my cum so bad," he growled against your pulse as he thrusted his fingers at a faster pace. You tilted your head up and moaned as your body was electrified with unrestrained pleasure. "Stuff you so full that it makes a mess all over the fucking floor," Miguel's voice strained as he began to grind against your ass. You keened as you felt his solid cock glide against your soft cheeks, your body trembling with bliss as you dipped your head back down.

"M-Miguel," you mewled, your mind already swimming in a thick haze as the muscles in your lower tummy began to clench. Your husband knew exactly what your tone meant as he began to rub your clit even faster, his fingers fucking your pussy raw as he kissed and sucked on the curve of your shoulder.

You gasped loudly as he dug his fingers into the soft mound of your breast while he desperately ground his dick against your bum. Miguel's breathing grew more ragged as your walls eagerly sucked his fingers inside.

"Come on Mama - let me hear you," your husband rumbled as he shoved his fingers down to his thick knuckles. Your moan crashed over the room as you violently snapped your hips forward. Your knees nearly buckled as your cunt gripped onto his fingers, clenching them hungrily as a thick layer of cream seeped out of your stretched out hole.

"Fuck," you sobbed as your body glowed with euphoria. You wailed as your walls pulsed incessantly, your core bursting with pleasure as your mind became numb.

"Yes, yes," you panted as you relished in the feeling of relief washing over you. Your eyes shot open when Miguel suddenly slipped his fingers out of you without warning. You gasped as he made quick work of your apron and bra, your clothes quickly falling into a crumpled pile on the floor with a soft thud. You parted your lips as you remained completely bare in front of your husband: your dripping cunt on full display as he spread your thick cheeks apart.

"I'm sorry, cariño. I just can't wait anymore," he swallowed thickly before tugging the front of his pants and boxers down [honey]. A spark of heat flickered through your core when you felt his thick, heavy cock slap against your ass, a thick pearl of precum dripping down his tip and slipping down your crack. You wiggled your hips as he bent down, his muscular thighs pressed against yours as he rubbed his bulbous tip against your puckering entrance.

Your heart skipped a beat as Miguel laid one of his palms on your hip while he slowly pushed his length inside your heat.

"M-Mierda," your love grunted as he sank inch after inch of his long, hard shaft within your plush walls [Shit]. You moaned as the intoxicating feeling of fullness grew with every inch he fed into your weeping hole. Both of you gasped when he bottomed out, his thick balls kissing your lower lips as his cock throbbed deep inside your warm sleeve.

"Such a perfect, tight little pussy," Miguel praised before kissing the top of your head. You shuddered when he slightly pulled his hips back before slowly pushing them forward. Your mouth watered as your husband dragged his length along your plush walls, your pussy squelching each time he made the slightest movement.

"B-Baby, fuck," you groaned as Miguel dipped his nails into your love handles, his one hand smearing your now cool arousal across your hip. You squealed as he gently thrust into your tight heat, his breath fanning against your exposed shoulder as his chest rubbed against your back.

"Feel so good wrapped around me, hermosa," Miguel breathed. Your jaw went slack as he started to pick up the pace, your cheeks clapping wetly with every eager thrust.

"God, Miguel!" you cried out as his heavy balls slapped against your needy clit. Your chest grew tight when your beloved suddenly leaned on top of you, his arms draped over yours as he threaded his fingers between your own. You were practically standing on your tip-toes as he pounded into your pussy, your combined moans echoing throughout the kitchen as he stuffed you over and over.

"Mmm baby, that's it. That's my good girl," he purred into your ear as his hips slapped against your backside. Your legs grew weak at the feeling of your cunt making a complete mess of his cock, your juices soaking his length and dripping down the front of his thighs. You cried out as your hard nipples rubbed against the cool edge of the countertop, your walls already starting to tighten around his veiny shaft.

"M-Miguel," you slurred, your brain turned to mush as you felt him deep within your lower belly. "So close," you managed to squeal as the head of his cock perfectly rubbed against your spongey g-spot. Stars flooded your vision as his thrusts grew even faster, his dick stretching your pussy to the limit as he panted over you.

"Go on, Mami: soak this cock with your sweet cum," your husband rumbled as his tip slammed against your cervix. Your eyes shot open as he gave another vigorous thrust, the final stroke to send you careening over the edge of your release.

"Miguel!" you screamed as you tensed beneath him, your insides growing tight as another wave of pure bliss crashed over you. You sobbed and wriggled as your sex sucked him against the soft plug to your womb, his thrusts starting to falter as your pussy contracted around his heavy shaft.

"Fuck," Miguel let out a strained moan, his fingers clenching over yours as your cunt deliciously pulsed around his dick. You moaned as he continued to plunge his cock between your walls as your orgasm began to fade. Your limbs felt like jelly as you tried to balance yourself, your head still spinning as Miguel's breath faltered.

"God, (Y/N)," he growled as his cock swelled and throbbed inside you. Your pussy fluttered when he shoved his dick down to the hilt with one final thrust. Your legs trembled as you felt him stiffen against you, his muscles tense against your soft back as he released a gutteral groan. Both of you moaned as he painted your stretched walls with thick, heavy ropes of his potent cum.

"Sí..." Miguel grunted as he released one final rope of his seed [Yes]. You shivered as you felt his warm spend leak out of your hole and down the inside of your thighs. Your legs shook as a few drops of his cum splattered onto the floor, staining the hardwood with milky white drops. The two of you remained still for a few moments, your bodies trembling against each other as you caught your breath.

Miguel suddenly perked his head up and sniffed the air. You opened your eyes and tilted your head as he squeezed your hands.

"Cariño...did you remember to set the timer?" Miguel murmured. Your heart dropped into your stomach as your eyes grew wide.

"Shitshitshitshitshit," you spat out quickly as your husband scrambled off of you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness inside you as his cock slipped out with a slick "pop". You clumsily waddled over to the drawer next to the oven as the smell lingered in the air. You muttered to yourself as you slipped on some thick oven mitts, your heart racing as you threw the door open.

You wrinkled your nose and covered your mouth as a plume of smoke escaped from the confined space. Miguel was quick to throw one of the kitchen windows open while you yanked the sheet out. You coughed and spluttered as you slammed the pan onto the stove, your eyes and nostrils burning as the smoke began to dissipate.

Both of you exchanged weary glances as you eyed the fire alarm...only to sigh with relief when it didn't go off. The room was soon filled with your combined laughter as you eyed what looked like pieces of charcoal glued to the pan.

"Maybe you should let me put them in next time," Miguel mused as he stepped towards you. Your cheeks grew warm as he wrapped his muscular arms around your shoulders and pulled you close. You gave him a timid smile as he gently pecked your forehead.

"That'd probably be for the best," you giggled.

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