#miguel o’hara prompt

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 28th

miguel o’hara x use of the safe word

it was something he never wanted to happen. he’d been so careful beforehand.

he should have known, from the strained pitch in your voice, and the way your spine tensed. this is why i fucking — this is why i shouldn’t be taking you from behind, i can’t watch your face, can’t keep an eye on you. what was i thinking? would run through his head shortly after the word burst from your swollen lips, fighting to keep your cheek off the mattress. he froze completely.

“pink!” you cry, like a real desperate cry — like you’d been wanting him to realise by himself that you were too sensitive, too sore to continue. that’s what really got him, the fact that he should know. he knows you well enough, he should know your limits. he couldn’t believe his lack of restraint, that no amount of spidey-sense could have saved the moment when he was buried in your sweet, tight cunt.

he draws out of you slowly, catching his breath. “i’m… i’m sorry.” he speaks solemnly. watching the way you curl onto your side, legs trembling. “what do you need, love? can you talk to me?” his voice is as kind and soft as he can get it, itching to reach out and place his hand on your back like he usually would when he’d comfort you.

a muffled, small voice comes from you a moment later. “just need you here.” you don’t look at him, but instead reach out for him and he sighs in relief, happy you didn’t want him to leave you alone. he would have obliged of course, but felt worse about it all. he can make it up to you now.

“yeah.” he agrees in response, quickly — and you can hear the relief in his voice. as easily as lifting a cushion or a blanket, miguel lifts you and pulls you onto his lap where he’s sat on the bed, cradling you close to his strong bare chest, letting you ground yourself with the familiarity of it. when you look up at him, he’s looking down at you already— a line between his eyebrows from his frown. you sniffle, bursting into tears. “hey.” he coo’s eyebrows raising up transferring the line horizontally across his forehead. “no más lágrimas, mamacita.” he shushes with a gentle sigh, upset with himself. “you’re safe here.”

“i know i just—” you sniff, violently wiping at your eyes with shaky, limp wrists. “i feel bad. tried to hold out f’you and be good. wanted you to carry on feeling good cos’ i know you were really into it and i ruined—”

“nononono—” miguel cuts you off, pulling your hands from your face and cupping it, holding it still. “sweetheart, you must never do that, okay? could hurt yourself. i’m only enjoying myself if you’re enjoying yourself. that’s how this works.” he’s stern, but for once careful of his tone as to not disturb you further in such a vulnerable state. he shifts you a little where you sit on his leg, being wary of accidentally stimulating or irritating your sore private area. "¿entiendes?" he wipes your tears.

“mhm.”

“well done, sweet girl.” he strokes the back of your head, pulling you back into his chest. in a quieter voice, the first inkling of fear you’ve ever seen miguel demonstrate, he speaks again. “are you hurting?”

“just sensitive.” you reassure honestly, nuzzling your cheek against his warm skin. you feel him deflate in relief slightly. after a quiet minute of him holding you, he speaks — and yet it somehow feels like it’s directed more at himself, like he’s thinking out loud.

“when i’m taking you… especially like that… i forget that i’m so…” you hear him run a hand over his 5 o’clock shadow.

“big?” you suggest honestly, walking fingers along his chest. you feel him shrug modestly.

“i suppose that’s an adequate description.” he goes all formal like he usually does when feeling confronted or nervous. you weakly giggle, looking up at him through lashes and he looks down at you, unable to wipe the worried and embarrassed expression off his face in time.

“it’s not a bad thing, mig. not at all.”

“i hurt you.”

“you didn’t. i’d just had enough.” you stare up determinedly and he backs down, pressing his lips together and staring off into the distance. when you continue to watch him he softens a little more, running a thumb over your cheek again.

“mi chica.” he whispers and you kiss his palm. “i’ll be better.”

he doesn’t need to be.

[a060403]

𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, female!receiving, p in v, explicit language, slapping, cum licking, heavy smut, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐄/𝐂 ➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

Miguel was passing time, chilling on their bed and reading something on his phone when his wife came in and slumped her body onto the bed.

“You okay, mami?” He spoke softly, giving her his full attention. She heaved a weary sigh, positioned herself on his lap, and sat on it. She cuddled against him, her arms draped around his neck, and mumbled the words “tired” on his skin.

“Wanna take a nap? I can sleep with you.” He brushed his hand down her back soothingly before she nuzzled her nose in the crook of his neck, forcing herself to feel content just being in each other's presence.

She mumbled something but he wasn't able to hear it. His eyes widened a little bit when she suddenly pulled away from him and stripped off her clothes, leaving only her laced bra that had a very thin fabric. Her nipples, completely showing. “Tired.” She murmured.

Miguel couldn't help but smirk as he felt her soft, warm skin against his hard-on. She was so sexy when she didn't even try. “You sure you're tired?” He let out a dark chuckle and slipped a hand under her bra, teasing one of her nipples gently, watching how it hardened under his touch. “Because this doesn't seem tired to me. It screams needy, amor. So fucking needy.”

The air was thick with lust as she leaned into her husband. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. She could feel his arousal pressing against her lower region through the fabric of their clothes - a thrilling sensation that only fueled her desire further.

With outstretched need and desperation clear on her face, she began to grind her hips suggestively against him while sitting comfortably on his lap. Her eyes were half-lidded with passion, her breath coming fast as she panted lightly in anticipation. "Please," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I need you."

Her actions left no room for ambiguity; it was evident that she wanted him badly—and right then. As he stared into those mesmerizing E/C pools which seemed to reflect nothing but pure lust, something snapped inside him. The gears in his mind whirred faster than ever before as if trying to process this overwhelming surge of primal desire but he kept his composure.

“Oh querida,” he slid his hand underneath her panties and started rubbing her clit slowly as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He continued teasing her entrance with one finger while tonguing her mouth.

As Miguel's fingers delved deeper into her wet, eager folds, she arched her back in response to the exquisite pleasure that coursed through every nerve ending. Her hips bucked against his touch uncontrollably as he expertly teased and stimulated her sensitive flesh. She could feel herself growing increasingly aroused with each passing moment—the anticipation building towards an intense climax she knew would be worth waiting for.

The irresistible combination of his skilled fingers and passionate kisses left her reeling; it felt like an explosion was imminent deep within her core. With a soft moan escaping from between parted lips, she let her legs loosen around him, drawing them even closer together while pleading silently for more. "Please... don't stop," she whispered hoarsely between gasps for air. "I need more."

He could feel her getting impatient, but he wanted to make sure she was ready for him. He kissed her softly before looking into her eyes. “I'm gonna take my time with you tonight, mami. I want you to enjoy every single moment of this.” He inserted another finger inside of her as he rubbed her clit harder and faster, making her moan louder than ever.

His fingers expertly filled her up and stretched her limits, she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. The sensation was indescribable—an intense mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. She arched her back further into his touch, offering him all the encouragement he needed to continue his ministrations.

Her breathing became ragged as she approached the brink; she could feel it building inside her like a runaway train barreling toward an unstoppable climax. Her grip on him tightened reflexively as if trying to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible before being consumed by it entirely. With one last pleading look into those depthless pools which seemed to reflect nothing but raw desire back at her, she let go completely...and surrendered herself entirely to the wave of ecstasy that crashed over her in a mind-shattering orgasm.

He couldn't help but smile at her current state. He slid his fingers out of her slowly and lifted her to pull out his hard cock and line it up on her wet entrance. “Here you go, mami.” He pushed inside of her slowly, taking in her loud moans as he did so. Once he was fully seated inside of her, he started moving in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. “How does that feel?”

Y/N felt an explosion of sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was painful—but in the best possible way. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a cry as he began moving slowly within her; his thick length stretching and filling every inch of her tight hole.

With each thrust that drove him deeper still, waves of pleasure crashed over her in powerful undulating waves. Her body curled reflexively into his touch, begging for more even as she tried (and failed) to control herself. “Harder,” her voice strained, barely audible between breaths. “Fuck me harder.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he pounded into her. He could feel his balls starting to tighten up already. “God damn you look so fucking sexy like this...” He reached down and started rubbing her clit again while thrusting deeper inside of her with each stroke. “A pretty little whore… with a pussy aching to be fucked.”

“Yes—Oh fuck!” She felt her orgasm growing closer and picked up the pace. She claimed Miguel's lips and pushed her tongue inside his mouth, earning a groan. Miguel felt his cock ache for release and slapped her ass hard, making her yelp, breaking their kiss. “Close—So fucking close…”

He could feel her cumming on top of him, and it only made him harder. He started pounding into her even faster as he felt his orgasm getting closer. “Fuck yeah... cum for me, baby. I want you to explode around my cock.” He slapped her ass again and pinched one of her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure.

Miguel felt her pussy pulsing around his cock as she came, and it drove him over the edge. He growled and slammed into her harder one last time before pulling out. “Fuck... you're so good at that.” He shot his hot cum all over her belly and chest, moaning loudly from how good it felt to finally cum all over her again.

As he caught his breath, Miguel leaned down and kissed each of her nipples gently before licking up some of his own cum off of her skin. “Still tired, mi vida?” His voice was deep and satisfied as he smiled lovingly at her.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

[beautifulsenpai]

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 - 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢

𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 - 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘷 (𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦)

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 - 𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘵𝘣𝘩

𝗒/𝗇: " 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 "

𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅: " 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅: " 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅: " 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings Kinkotber 2023 Prompt List!

Here it is, the Kinktober Prompt List!!

Compiled by myself and edited/peer reviewed/approved by my bestie @the-purity-pen who had made fantastic prompt lists in the past (and who also made the beautiful graphics for me)!! This list has a little bit of everything from more vanilla to more hardcore prompts so there’s a little something for everyone, or to branch out and try something new if you feel like it!

Write fics, make art, graphics, gifs, moodboards, whatever your heart desires!! Any type of creations are welcome too: reader insert, oc, ships, original works, anything!

Have fun and be creative!!

Below the cut are 31 days of prompts for the month of October! Each day has 3 choices with a free space day on the 31st!

Because of the nature of the event, this is 18+ ONLY! Minors interacting or participating will be blocked!

Please tag me @flightlessangelwings and use the hastag #fawktober2023 and I’ll share your works!

Please use proper warnings in your posts with this event as some of the prompts may not be for everyone. And if you’re doing a reader insert, please work to be inclusive of your writing/art!

No kinkshaming please! I made this list to be varied so there may be things on here you hate. That’s ok! There’s things here that even I don’t like but I designed it that way so there’s something for everyone! But that’s also why tags and warnings are so important!!

Reblog this post so others and find this list and to share the fun!! And don’t forget to reblog other people’s work too throughout October and support each other!!

If none of the prompts for the day speak to you, feel free to pull from another day if you want! Don’t feel pressured at all! Have fun with it!!

List under the cut in graphic and text format!

Banner free to use for your posts with credit to @the-purity-pen 💖

Both dividers by the lovely @saradika ❤️

Love bites * Overstimulation * Impact play

Bath/shower * Public * Knife play

69 * Exhibitionism * Monster au

Thigh riding * Sex pollen * Forced orgasm

Table sex * Threesome * Sensory deprivation

Sexting/phone sex * A/B/O * Bondage

Slow and soft * Partner swap * Spanking

Cockwarming * Temperature play * Rough sex

Role play * Pegging * Hunter/prey

Stripping * Anal * Double penetration

Seduction * Blindfold * Degradation

Formal wear * Glove kink * Gun play

Body worship * Being recorded * Anonymous sex

Tit/nipple play * Object insertion * BDSM

Against a wall * Size kink * Free use

Lap dance * Role reversal * Whipping

Praise kink * Rimming * Tentacles

Masturbation * Squirting * Dacryphilia (crying/emotional release)

Hand job * Voyeurism  * Somnophilia

Sex toys * Orgy/group * Corruption

Romantic sex * Piercings * Hate sex

Voice kink * Virginity * Fisting

Dirty talk * Begging * CNC

Lingerie * Edging * Leather/latex

Mirror sex * Orgasm denial * Breeding

Face sitting * Deep throating * Choking

Food play * Period sex * Wax play

Blowjobs * Intercrural sex * Cock rings

Fingering * Cream pie * Gagging

Cunnilingus * Costumes * Breath play

FREE SPACE

[saturncodedstarlette]

[Miguel O’hara’s greatest weakness]

Y/N, trying to get Miguel to do something : :)

Miguel, clearly avoiding eye-contact : I’m not looking at you, y/n

Y/N : You’re going to… 👀

Miguel, trying to act all tough : Nope.

Y/N : You LIKE looking at me!

Miguel, avoiding but didn’t deny : I’m not going to..

Y/N, pokes his face : Because if you do—

Y/N : —you’ll crack like an egg :D

Miguel, choked : yes.

[lostalioth]

→ hiii my loves here i go again with an ambitious kinktober prompt list!!!! it might end badly as in i dont finish it as i have the past 2 kinktobers i’ve tried to participate in. which is why i only have 18 days of prompts planned out from the 1st to halloween ill be posting a prompt fic almost every other day so sunday, tuesday, thursday and saturday!! i definitely wouldn’t be able to do a full 31 days when i can barely finish the prompts i laid out the past two years soooo

→ i don’t do taglists as that is too much for me to keep up with however you can follow my library account — @aliothslibrary where i reblog my new fics right after ive posted and thats all i reblog on there so you could turn on notifications for that account if you’d like to be notified when each days fics go out!! here is my masterlist as well :)

→ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! THIS IS A 18+ ACCOUNT / BLOG !! AND THESE ARE 18+ FICS THEY ALL INCLUDE SMUT.

day one — size kink + body worship w/ stucky

day two — mutual masturbation + gagging w/ eddie munson

day three — knife play + thorat training w/ loki laufeyson

day four — bike sex + oral w/ biker!bucky barnes

day five — shower sex + edging w/ steve harrington

day six — blood kink + squirting w/ miguel o’hara

day seven — face sitting + love marks w/ marc sceptor

day eight — free use + sir kink w/ steve rogers

day nine — bondage + creampie w/ tasm!peter parker

day ten — lap dance + fingering w/ bucky barnes

day eleven — cock worship + praise kink w/ steve harrington

day twelve — high sex + corruption kink w/ eddie munson

day thirteen — against a wall + semi-public sex w/ steven grant

day fourteen — choking + nipple play w/ steve rogers

day fifteen — overstimulation + begging w/ miguel o’hara

day sixteen — orgasm denial + dacryphilia w/ loki laufeyson

day seventeen — phone sex + dirty talk w/ tasm!peter parker

day eighteen— doubled penetration + drunk sex w/ steddie

→ hope you enjoy my babes! please send me feedback don’t be shy to comment on the fics and tell me what you think please i love seeing your reactions to my fics guys!!!! thank youuu for reading if you do and if you don’t welll your lose ;)

[pxgeturner]

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔶 𝔊𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢 (16+)

there are a list of ten kinks available, go ahead and start requesting! each kinktober piece will have a 1-5 hundred wc. (do not forget that you must abide by blog rules & request rules )

don't just send in some bland ask in go "character with somno" a proper request would be like "virginity loss/first time with sugar daddy!character x r after they just got back from a shopping trip"

since there are only ten slots, request asap!! the list will be completed in no particular order. unless you send in a tip, tips will put your request higher up on the priority list! you can also override a taken slot if you make a request and tip!

followers only (if you're shy, anon is fine, just please only followers)

teratophilia —

virginity/first time —

breeding — p. altman (@inklore)

somnophilia — n. sully (@urvampgf)

size difference —

menophilia — m. o’hara (anon)

double penetration — s. rogers & b. barnes (@amourrs)

daddy kink —

overstim — t. riddle (anon)

free use — j. miller (anon)

tagging mooties:

@amourrs @odairsangel @yellowjaxxx @urvampgf @rottencranberry @inklore @oeyateyam @waitingforteyam @scarleart

[general-dweebous]

Another Miguel O’Hara thought: terribly put together but feel free to use this for inspo

Imagine that Lyla is tired of Miguel’s constant neediness- “Lyla, can you..” is said so often she’s starting to feel like a smart home device.

So.. she pulls a few strings and hires a personal assistant for Miguel. Well, a regular human one. (I’m too lazy to figure out a creative way for her to be a non-spider-person in the HQ, forgive me)

Miguel would be furious. He’s the decision maker. The way he’d attempt to dismiss her, but she cuts him off:

“No need, Mr. O’Hara. Here you’ll find my resume, references, and contact details”

“It’s really not-“

“..as well as my general availability and any possible upcoming prior engagements”

He’s annoyed, but intrigued. Still attempting to protest, again, he’s interrupted.

“I also shared these documents with you digitally per the contact information from Lyla- you don’t seem like the pen and paper type- and I’m aware you know nothing about me so the cafe on the corner is holding a corner booth for us should you prefer a formal interview. Even though I’ve finished paperwork with Lyla.”

The way Miguel would just stand there. Holding these files, papers, glancing down at you with an eyebrow raised. He is not one to admit to needing help, but you seem.. useful. It also doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes.

“Lyla, cancel the afternoon meeting, I have some things to discuss with our new assistant.”

—

PLUS.. imagine how you’d (reader) would start to grow on him. It takes time for him to adjust to your presence, but not too much time before he starts to look forward to your check-ins.

He feels trained like a dog to look down at the door at the same time, every day, to see you walk in.

He starts making up reasons for you to come by his office. He seems calmer when you’re present. He’s protective of you, even- Lyla would say jealous, considering how he shoots red eyes looks at any of the spidermen trying to chat you up, using the excuse that you have responsibilities to get to.

Miguel would definitely be one to require that you accompany him to events. For.. productivity sake.

Just think of all of the ways he would try to keep you by his side, the tension, the stolen glances, the stares when you’re busy and unaware, and how he would eventually admit to himself and to you that he cares about you more than as an employee.

[graesage]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT-

Miguel’s teen!kid!reader hosts venom and is super strong because of that which got them into the spider society. BUT!! Spiders see venom as a villain (big sad) and make fun of reader for hosting venom, calling them a villain and traitor. Reader runs away bc ain’t no one gunna deal with that shi- Miguel finds reader in Hobie’s dimension chilling watching Hobie play his guitar

Is this stupid? Probably. Will anyone write this? It’s unlikely.

IF YOU DO WRITE THIS THO PLEASE TAG ME I WANT TO SEE IT!!! RAHHHH

[miguelswifey04]

mentally gone... (miguel o'hara x gender neutral! reader)

in which y/n suffers a brain injury, in a coma, and miguel loses his one and only.

WARNING: angst, suffering, trauma, near death experience (?)

part 2, part 1

miguel felt something break inside of him. he heard something shatter. maybe it was the sound of his heart breaking into millions of pieces he just didn’t know what to do. he just lost someone so important to him again. this can’t be. no not this again…

“no, no, NO!” he yelled out, “this can’t be…you mean to tell me they lost their memories?!” he didn’t know what to do but just stare at the doctor. he did not want to believe anything he just heard from the doctor saying you had amnesia. he did know you hit your head hard onto the ground but he just did not want to consider that possibility at all. he wanted all of this to be a wicked nightmare. oh god, he just wanted it to just be a nightmare. ‘please be a nightmare’ miguel begged to his brain…but he had to face the reality of it all. it was indeed not a nightmare.

miguel began to cry as he walked by your side. you looked at him as you furrowed your brows as you were so confused at the fact a stranger was crying over you. you didn’t know what to do but wince at the headache that you had as you held your head in your hands feeling the fabric of the bandages that were wrapped around you head. you looked up at him again and started to feel somewhat bad for him. he was distraught and a mess. miguel came closer to you as he fell down onto his knees besides your hospital bed and became to apologize profusely in between sobs.

“i—i’m so so s-orry, this is all my fault,” he held his face in his hands still on the edge of you bed. you were stunned to say the least and felt various emotions clash with one another in your heart. this was all too much for you, and you didn’t even recognize the poor man who was crying over you. you wanted to say something anything to get this man to stop crying.

you cautiously reached out to him as you put your hand on his shoulder. he immediately looked up to you as he shakily wiped his tears as his chest rose up and down viciously. you could tell he was shaking so badly. you felt bad. “i’m trying my hardest to remember but i can’t it hurts to try to recall any of my memories.” that’s all you’ve managed to say and his face fell to one of the horrors you would see in a horror movie. he was mortified towards the fact that you may never ever recognize him ever again or even if you did you probably wouldn’t feel the same way you once did for him ever again.

“please, it’s okay y/n…i’ll do my best for you to remember me again.” miguel said his voice quaking as he pleaded. he was looking for any signs that may indicate that you might remember quite literally anything but none were evident. a few more tears began to cascade down his chiseled face as he sniffled. he had dried tear stains on his face from his previous tears but all of that was washed clean with new ones. he reached out to grab a hand from you but you slightly flinched from his touch so he gently retrieved it back.

you stood there silent. you were confused and conflicted with a man who was promising you to make you remember. a man who was devoted to make you somewhat bring back your memories that have been blocked for who knows how long. how are you supposed to trust a man who you don’t even know? do you just take his word for it or deny him? “i just don’t know.” you muttered under your breath.

miguel was clinging on the last threads of hope. his stomach churned at your words and god did they stab him deep in the heart. he wanted to just hold you so tightly but he didn’t because he did not want to overstep your boundaries because after all you weren’t the same person he once fell in love with. you were a whole new person. miguel knew he needed to respect that as much as he did not want to accept it.

he took shallow deep breaths as he stood up on his own feet. most of the air he breathed did not fill his lungs properly. he would clench and unclench his fists as a way to sooth his internal aching. “i understand how you feel but please i’ll make you remember us. we had it all…god i’m such a fucking fool for never telling you that i loved you…”

“you loved me?”

“yes. yes i did and i still do. i’ll do anything i can to make you fall back in love with me.”

“i—i don’t know.” you knew he had to give it up now but you did not know that miguel was the type of person to never give up. he knew this time he had to try his very best to bring back the person he once loved. he did not care if it would take him years to make you fall for him. he just didn’t care because what he was not going to do was give up. at the very least you were alive but you weren’t the person miguel knew. you seemed unbothered and confused and in a way lifeless even though your soul was still intact. in a sense a part of you did die when you were knocked unconscious and fell off a building.

miguel left your room and gave you one last glance through the window of your hospital room and disappeared. you felt a twinge of sadness in your heart as you felt alone in your hospital room that was filled by beeps of the machines and the sound of the IV dropping from the bag. you didn’t understand why you felt that way but you did, but you brushed off that feeling as you looked up at the ceiling trying to remember. nothing came to mind.

miguel was consumed by his loneliness and that loneliness turned into angry outbursts. everyone noticed the slight change in miguel’s mannerisms and random emotional outbursts. he was a broken man just trying to make sense of it all while the responsibility of the multiverse were at his shoulders. jess and peter, even gwen and hobie tried to stir clear of his wrath. everyone was quite afraid to make him angry but you did not know that. you did not know anything that was going on. you were kept in the dark even though people would visit you.

this was a battle that you and miguel were facing alone. who will overcome their battles and who will lose?

…

a/n: let me know if you want me to continue this <3

@omartheuwu @arianyo

[tinkerbelle05]

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[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 23rd

miguel o’hara x spitting

since discovering how much you’d liked it, it had become quite the sick little habit.

you’d loved miguel so much, that it was abundantly clear there was nothing he could do to gross you out. any request he made, you were on your hands and knees ready to serve. he took care of you well, and you truly felt he deserved to be treated with such high regard. this aroused him, your natural submission — the way he could push you without having to ask twice. you were truly his best girl.

for someone who is constantly fighting and jumping in and out of universes — miguel was relatively clean. he didn’t like to let blood linger for long, despite contrary belief. whenever he returned back from a mission of sorts, hair tousled and blood splattered on his face he’d be beelining towards the sanitation station.

however, things were different when it came to spit.

in any other instance, he’d find it disgusting. but god, it was you — how could he? he loved the way your spit would web from your lips, white and frothy when you pull back from trying to take him all down your throat. the obscene way you’d drool when you finally do, the warm wetness dripping down onto your chest.

what he loved most was how willing you were to accept his own spit.

the sexual tension had been bubbling between the two of you all day. there was no particular reason, no event that caused this thick fog of lust — miguel just looked particularly big that day, and acted particularly in charge around everyone — which in turn had you looking up at him with the sweetest puppy dog eyes which was proving harder to resist by the minute. the two of you were stealing glances at eachother whilst working on the screens all day, trying to find a moment alone.

unfortunately, the only moment you got alone was right before he jumped head first into a portal. you wasn’t sure why you sprung up out of your seat and ran to him, eager to be near him once more before he disappeared off into an alternate universe to take care of business. he’d turned to face you fully, his brow permanently etched into a frown as he watches you approach him urgently.

“mig.” you call, before you’re right in front of him.

“quickly, sweetheart. i have to go.” his voice is warm and soothing only to you, and you wanna melt there and then.

“just… want a kiss. no one’s here.” you barter, wide watery eyes flickering around the room before returning back to him. he takes a deep breath in, hands on his hips as he regards you. he takes a step towards you, large coarse hand gently gripping your cheeks, squishing them slightly.

“if i kiss you now, i’ll never leave.” his voice is quieter, huskier when he pries your mouth open wider and spits inside it. before you can react he presses your mouth shut, soothing a thumb over your lips as if to seal them. you swallow without thought, hoping to inspire praise. “save the kissing for later, cariño.”

with that he steps back, sparing you another glance purely for self indulgence before disappearing into the portal.

what a tease.

[a060403]

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, p in v, daddy!kink, overprotective, controlling, degradation, biting, bleeding, slapping, slight angst, explicit language, rough sex, overstimulation, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

Miguel got home exhausted from a long day of work and just wanted to relax with his wife. He entered the house and noticed how dark it was and called for her but she didn't respond, so he called again; nothing.

He frowned, becoming concerned. He set down his things and walked through the house, calling for her again. “Y/N! Where are you?”

He went into their bedroom and found it empty as well. Panic starting to creep in, he quickly ran back out of the room and dialed her number on his phone. "The number you dialed is not—" he ended the call and tried over and over again. She's not picking up. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 p.m.

His heart started racing as he realized how late it was. He quickly grabbed his keys and phone, heading out the door. “Fuck!” He murmured under his breath as he raced towards her workplace, hoping she was still there when he arrived.

He got there quickly and his whole body went rigid when he heard that no one had seen her. She didn't even go there in the first place. He drove back home and saw the inside of their house lit. He felt a small amount of hope that it might be her so he parked his car quickly and entered. She was not in the living room, so he ran his way to their bedroom and there she was. She was taking off her clothes and rummaging through their closet to find her pajamas for the night.

He stood by the door and felt relieved that she was home but his anger was quick to take over. “Where have you been?! I was worried sick about you!” His voice trembled with fear and concern as he pulled her into a hug. She was surprised and hugged him back. “I went out.”

Miguel pulled away from her, his eyes flashing with anger. “Out?! At this hour?! With no one knowing where you are?!” He shook his head in disbelief, turning away to pace the room again.

“Miguel, I'm fine. See?” She stood up. “I lost track of time so I didn't know.” He stopped pacing and turned back to face her, a hard line forming between his eyebrows. “You could have been hurt! Something could have happened to you!” His voice was stern and cold, mirroring the look in his eyes.

“Amor, I'm okay.” She walked towards him, cupping his face with both her hands. “I'm okay.”

He tried to pull away from her, but she held on tightly. “Don't "Amor" me right now! You scared the living shit out of me!”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before turning his back on her. “I need you to understand how dangerous that was.” His voice softened slightly as he looked into her eyes intently.

“And I do, okay? I went out to visit a friend today and I lost track of time.” She reasoned, still speaking softly as before. “I should've called but I didn't. I'm sorry.”

He turned back around, anger flaring up in his eyes once again. “You're not sorry! Do you know how worried I was? How could you be so irresponsible and put yourself in danger like that?” He yelled at her, shaking with rage as he pointed a finger in her face. “I'm sorry.” She spoke softly, knowing that it was pointless to match his frustration right now and also because she was in fact at fault.

Miguel took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. “Fine. You're going to stay here from now on until I say otherwise. Understood?” His voice was stern and cold as he turned away once again.

“What? No! You can't do that. Look, I understand my mistake but that's too much.”

He turned back around, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. “Do you think I'm playing around? You put yourself in danger and now I need to make sure it doesn't happen again.”

“I understand but not letting me out? This isn't prison Miguel, this is our home. You're not doing that.”

Miguel crossed his arms over his chest, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Oh? And who's going to stop me from keeping you locked up like the irresponsible and reckless woman that you are?” His eyes darkened with possession as he stepped closer to her.

She scoffed. “Miguel, I know my mistake and I've apologized. Keeping me here is absurd.”

Miguel reached out, grabbing her chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “Absurd? Do you think this is absurd? What about how it feels to know that you could have been hurt or worse because of your carelessness?!” His voice rose in anger as he held her gaze defiantly.

“But I'm okay, aren't I? I made it home. I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't safe and I was.”

“I'm okay. I'm safe.” She added.

Miguel pulled her closer, his lips curling into a sneer. “Yes, you're okay. For now. But that doesn't change the fact that your actions put yourself in danger and caused me unimaginable worry. And as long as I can't trust you to take care of yourself, you will be staying here where I know you're safe.”

His voice was cruel and unforgiving as he stared down at her with a possessive glare. He saw the tears welling up in her eyes and his heart hardened even more. He wasn't going to be taken advantage of like this.

“Don't you dare cry, Y/N. I'm not gonna fall for that. What you did was stupid and irresponsible.” He pushed her away gently but firmly. “Go take a shower and get ready for bed. We'll discuss this further tomorrow when you've had some time to cool off.”

While Y/N was in the shower, Miguel sat down on their bed with his back against the headboard. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down from earlier. He opened his eyes as he felt her presence in the room. He didn't turn to look at her, instead choosing to continue staring straight ahead. “Come here.”

She made her way to him, not making eye contact. He took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “Do you understand the consequences of your actions?”

“Yes.” She spoke in a near-whisper.

He let out a sigh, feeling slightly satisfied with her answer. “Good. Now get in bed.”

Miguel closed his eyes, trying to relax despite the tension in the room. He couldn't help but feel possessive and protective over his wife, even though he tried to hide it. She decided to lay with her back facing him. He hated how he could hear the soft sobs coming from her, he turned to see how her body was slightly trembling, trying her best to not let him hear her cry.

He turned to look at her, his heart melting despite himself. “Y/N... don't cry. It's not worth your tears,” He reached out and pulled her closer, gently brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I know you didn't mean any harm by what you did earlier. Get some sleep, okay? We can talk more in the morning when we're both calm.”

He nuzzled his nose in her neck inhaling her scent. 𝘽𝙞𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚. “Miguel what are you—” The smell of her skin invaded his system, stirring his cock awake. The feeling of her soft body made his body hot. He hated how much he was craving for her right now. How he needs a release. His rough hands caressed her skin, making her body tingle.

She let out quiet whimpers of pleasure as Miguel went down on her. His teeth graze her skin and leave marks all over her body. She felt how her underwear was beginning to get soaked from all this heat.

Feeling how Y/N's body reacts to his touch, Miguel pushes aside her nightgown and positions himself at her entrance. He thrust deep inside of her with one smooth motion, filling her. “This is what you do to me... this fear of losing you. It drives me so fucking insane.” He trapped her beneath him as he began to move slowly within her.

“Miguel—ow!” She cried, but he didn't stop nor did he care. He picked up the pace and started ramming in and out of her hard, rough. Like he wanted her to feel his pain.

His movements became more forceful, fueled by his possessive desire for her. He couldn't help but feel like he was claiming what was rightfully his. “You did this... you made a mistake and I'm gonna make sure you learn from it.” His thrusts grew harder and deeper as he continued pounding into her with unrelenting fervor.

Her nails dug deep into his skin, enough to make them bleed. She bit his shoulder to suppress a moan. Her lips shudder with bliss at how she loves the roughness he's giving her. How her cunt always begged to be abused by him and how she would beg for it. “More, Miguel, please—”

Feeling her response to his touch, Miguel lost control entirely. He pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand while using the other to roughly squeeze and play with her breasts.

“Look at you. You look like a fucking whore.”

“Fucking bitch, you like this?” He slaps her. “You like it like this?” His thrusts became even harder as he continued to dominate their fucking session. “Go on baby, beg. Fucking beg Daddy to take care of this needy little pussy. Beg Daddy to punish you.”

“Yes,” She frantically pled, her hips bucking onto his dick. “Please, Daddy… Fuck my pussy good!”

Hearing her submit to him and use the word "Daddy" only served to further fuel his possessive desires. He slapped her again and grabbed her by the neck, he growled low in his throat as he slammed into Y/N with all of his might. “Apologize. Say you're sorry for making Daddy worried.”

“Daddy fuck—” She gasped. His dick successfully hitting all her sensitive spots, fucking her stupid. “I'm sorry! I-I'm sorryyy.”

Miguel's movements became even more erratic, his anger and lust combining to create a violent yet exhilarating experience for both of them. “You're so fucking tight—fuck.” He bit down on her neck hard enough to leave a bruise before pulling out of her wet sex and coming all over her stomach in long hot bursts.

As he pulled out of Y/N, he didn't miss the sight of his cum dripping down her belly, how she ran her fingers on her cum covered stomach. He felt a small twinge of satisfaction at how thoroughly he had claimed her.

“Clean yourself up. We have an early morning tomorrow.”

He rolled off of her, leaving her to clean herself while he tried to regain some semblance of composure in the darkness. He chose to sleep in their guest bedroom that night, afraid of what his body might do to her. He resents the idea of how vulnerable he is to her tricks, how her moan can stir him awake in an instant, how her touch can make his body burn.

Miguel didn't sleep much that night, his mind filled with thoughts of Y/N and their intense encounter. He was both aroused and unsettled by how deeply she affected him.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

[melsimps]

Right! Okay, so for those of you that don't know irl: I was studying a radio course for a year. It was really fun, and I learned a lot.

Now, why is this important?

Well, I was thinking...

And here's a prompt for any writer that wants this.

...Miguel O'Hara x Reader where reader is a radio presenter in the spider society. And they fall in love through music and interviews and just generally getting to know each other.

And, like, they interview Miguel live - and the reader says something that makes him chuckle - and in that moment, the entire spider society is silent bc Miguel O'hara does NOT chuckle.

...anyway, yeah. I've had this idea rattling around all day.

If you need any help with understanding radio terms, I'm more than willing to help as well!

[cheezyratz]

Spiderdads fic for y’all! ^^ Warning! There’s angst here!

^ Some days were harder than others. Miguel knew that all too well, walking away from Peter and MayDay as fast as he could. He loved Peter, he loved MayDay too, but it was painful. To be reminded of what he had lost hurt worse than any bruise or cut, it hurt him worse than when he broke a couple ribs fighting a villain. The loss of Gabi was personal, heartbreaking, and would never go away. Quicker than he had expected, Miguel found himself in his empty lab. He sat down in one of the corners, pulling his legs up to his chest as he began to cry. His tears were felt hot, almost like they were burning. They fell fast, his cheeks stained with the tears after only a couple of seconds. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this. He had to be seen as the tough and stern leader the Spider Society needed, not a cry baby. Miguel gasped when he heard the lab doors open, trying his best to rub away the tears on his face and then cursing when new tears came to replace the ones wiped away. “Miguel? You in here?” Called Peter, and Miguel tried his best to be silent, using all the effort he could to suppress his sniffles and whimpers. It didn’t work in the end, because Peter ended up finding him. Peter’s face was full of shock and concern. Miguel felt guilty. He felt stupid and ashamed. This was his problem to deal with and he had dragged Peter into it. “Go away.” Miguel spoke, choking on his words as he buried his face in his hands. Like always, Peter didn’t listen. Peter walked to Miguel’s side, sitting down next to the crying man. The two sat in silence for a bit, the only noises coming from Miguel’s ragged breathing. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Peter whispered, putting an arm around Miguel’s shoulders. Miguel took his head out of his hands, looking up at Peter who had a soft smile on his face. Miguel’s bottom lip began to quiver as the tears started to fall again. He laid his head on Peter’s chest, pulling at the fabric of Peter’s suit as he cried. His sobbing was loud. Every word was like a scream, every gasp and suck of breath through clenched teeth sounding painful, almost making Peter cry himself. Peter tried to comfort Miguel, rubbing circles into his back as the Miguel tugged and pulled at Peter’s spidey suit. Eventually Miguel calmed down, cheeks stained with tears and sniffles as quiet as whispers. “S-Sorry.” Miguel choked out, his grip on Peter’s suit loosening. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Peter assured, running his fingers through Miguel’s hair. “How’re you feeling?” Peter asked, voice soft and quiet. “I’m ok.” Miguel answered. “Any other day I’d let you get away with that, but not today. Don’t lie to me Miguel, how are you actually feeling?” Peter persisted. Miguel sighed, “Guilty, stupid… sad.” “You know what?” “What?” “It’s perfectly valid to feel that way. Everyone has their doubts about themselves, and it’s important to acknowledge them so they don’t get all bottled up inside.” Peter smiled, kissing Miguel’s forehead. Miguel rolled his eyes, a smile forming on his face. “God, Peter, you sound like a therapist.” He chuckled, before letting his head fall onto Peter’s shoulder. “I’ll sound like Kermit if it’ll keep a smile on your face.” Peter teased, before doing a mediocre impression of Kermit the Frog. Miguel only hummed, wrapping his arms around Peter.

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Miguel: btw where’s mayday? She was with you earlier.

Peter: I let Miles watch her

Miguel:

Peter:

Miguel: Peter…

Peter: Miles can watch a baby, don’t worry! He’s very responsible! :P

*meanwhile*

Miles: MayDay! Please don’t crawl on the ceiling! 😰

MayDay: >:]

[enchantedlov3r]

My drabbles/blurbs💓

-OBX💓

-Rafe💓

-sugardaddy!rafe

-John b💓

-JJ Maybank💓

-Pope Heyward💓

-john b and jj💓

-TWD💓

-Rick Grimes💓

-Daryl Dixon💓

-Rickly💓 ( rick & daryl )

-ASTV💓

-Miguel O' Hara💓

-PJO💓 (the series)

-Luke Castellan💓

-Percy Jackson💓 (sfw only)