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politemenacephd · 3 months

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Monster!Miguel One-shots Vol. 1 (+18)

Vampire!Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Masterlist

Contents: Blood Thirst, Vampire Bites, Blood Drinking, Rough Body Play, Clothes Ripping, PinV Sex, Partially Public Sex, Creampie.

Note: gender neutral pronouns and terms are used for reader, and the only physical characteristic mentioned is vaginal anatomy

Word count: 1749

You’d agreed to just a little bite. That was all.

The poor man had been ravenous. He’d been shaking when he begged you. To see Miguel in all his glory, down on his knees in a dark puddle in a dark alley, pleading for release, of course it broke your heart.

You’d always assumed the comments about him being a vampire were in jest, snide comments behind his back based on his terrifying red eyes and sharp teeth. That was until you’d seen him tonight.

It was your first mission just you and him, and even with your limited exposure to the mysterious head of the Spider Society you’d known something was up. He was trembling, agitated, his body clearly not up to its usual strength.

You noticed the way he eyed you up; smelling your hair when you weren’t looking, gripping his hands into fists as if holding something back.

Eventually it’d gotten too much. After accidentally letting your target escape, he’d collapsed in the street, and he’d explained to you on his knees that he was starving. He needed blood, and you smelled too good. If you’d just give him a little, just the smallest bite, he could recover at last.

Was it strange? Yes, but he was always courteous to you. He was reserved but kind, stoic in a tired way. He had a short temper, but it’d never been aimed at you.

So, you said yes. You said you’d help to relieve his hunger, and you bathed in the messy and frantic praise he’d offered.

You’d let him lift you into his muscular arms and claw his way up the side of an old department store building, pulling your body through a broken window and into a storage room in the attic.

Here, you’d be alone. Here, he could feed. Here, nobody would hear.

You’d expected him to be hungry. You just hadn’t realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.

‘F-Fuck, ah—c-careful—’

Your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunt echoed with it. It was so dark that you could barely see a thing. You winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.

‘Ah—c-careful, Miguel, please—’

You squeaked, the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. Your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and venom and bruises, a leftover gift from when he’d searched for the safest spot to drink.

He’d settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.

With his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. It felt like heaven, like mana, warm and wet sliding down his throat. To you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.

‘A-Ah… is—is it, okay?’ you whimpered.

Miguel let out a low moan in response.

You couldn’t move. You were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.

To any passerby you would have looked terrifying. His body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.

But that wasn’t how you saw it. No, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.

You felt the heat of his venom gently numbing the area. Whatever he was pumping you with must have been making you more susceptible, because your body was tingling from toe to head. You were unbearably sensitive.

One of his hands was on your waist, his claws carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverish groping your chest.

He’d torn your suit to feed and then torn a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. He was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. He wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.

You felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your skin-tight suit. He was softly grinding it up against your panties.

How crass. You’d never do this, never. This wasn’t like you at all.

But you were doing it now.

You were mewling as he dry-humped your little body. Your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.

What sweet rapture.

You see, what you hadn’t anticipated was that feeding was more than a basal act for him.

It was a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body. Every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. His body was pulsing, pumping. His arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect behind his suit.

He needed relief. He needed more.

‘Mmm… mmm.’

His muffled groans got harder as he continued to feed. His conscious brain was fighting those deep, supernatural urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.

If he had his way he’d drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn’t allow that.

You poor, sweet, naïve thing, you’d just let him take you up here. Your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.

So he forced himself to break.

He withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. He licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.

‘Please, please, if you—if you give me your wrist, I-I’ll be done, and—’

Miguel paused to pant, his lips still stained red. You watched your own blood drip down his chin.

‘And, if I could… have you, in another way, it—may help to, calm my impulses’ he said, his voice husky and dark. You watched his eyes glimmer a bright and crimson red. 'May I have you?'

‘Yes’ you instinctively blurted, ‘ah—yes, please, that—’

You were silenced as he kissed you. His lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them still. When he pulled back he looked overjoyed.

‘Good. Good. Come here’ he barked.

You jolted as he dragged your body forward. He unsheathed his claws and carefully tore a hole through your suit and panties in one, rendering him a useful slit. You shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but Miguel didn’t leave you bare for long.

He roughly manhandled you into a mating press before phasing his own suit away, allowing his already erect shaft to fall down hard on your clit. The sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.

He was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. He kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch, and while you stared at that he gently licked his venom across your frail skin. He was numbing you in preperation.

You felt him pushing that thick member right up against your opening. His panting was getting harder. The double pleasure, the double temptation, of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once. It was enough to make him shake.

With a soft grunt he penetrated both.

‘F-F—MM—’

Your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. The moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.

You were inside him, and he was inside you. On that filthy, cold floor, you were his.

He started to slide his shaft in tandem with his teeth. As his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat shaft gently slipped in and out of your cunt. For such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.

You could hear it reverberating through the empty attic. The slap of skin, the grunts, the sound of his claws scraping. The soft sound of him sucking at your wrist, the sound of the wood creaking as he fucked you into it.

He was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. He bent your thighs until they ached, his claws digging into the soft fat as he held you in place, and with each insertion you could feel the power he was holding back.

You felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. Each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his veiny shaft twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.

All too soon you were lightheaded.

You were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. Miguel was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. He was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.

But the sex was important. He had an end point there, one that didn’t exist with feeding, one strong enough to snap him out of his blood drunk trance.

And between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked your rear, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his veins, he couldn’t last any longer.

‘MMF—’

With a single, muffled groan, Miguel orgasmed inside you. His red eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hip bones until they went numb all in hopes of filling you completely.

Just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. It started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.

He pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. Your wrist fell limp to the floor.

‘Ah… ah, mm.’

Miguel coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. ‘Are—are you okay?’

The relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched. Thank god, he didn’t go too far this time.

‘Thank you’ he murmured, his claws lingering on your cheek. ‘You were… delicious.’

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thefangirlfever · 7 days

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Sexy dbf! Miguel that, dominant dbf! Miguel this... What about corny and soft dbf! MIiguel?

Like dbf! Miguel making dad jokes.

dbf! Miguel who is bad with a computer, like really bad it's actually funny.

dbf! Miguel who falls asleep in the middle of watching TV, his glasses dangling from his nose as he quietly snores?

What about dbf! Miguel who sings badly but proudly at the top of his longs during every car ride the bangers from his younger days?

Dbf! Miguel whose passion is like puzzles. He is actually very good at this. And even if he feels a bit embarrassed to show them to you, you're never judgmental with him. And he feels more and more confident to show you the small scale models he makes during his free time. Like this man is skilled with his hands (in more ways than one) and he likes this type of hobbies who allow him to relax.

dbf! Miguel who always guesses the culprit during a thriller. You don't know how he does that but he is always right.

What about dbf! Miguel who is so embarrassed that he actually turns red when you discover old pictures of him with his very questionable fashion sense from the 90s?

dbf! Miguel who snuggles up with you on the couch to watch old movies with you during a rainy day, remembering how he used to see them in the theaters when they came out and now they are this easily available and he can enjoy them with you.

dbf! Miguel who laughs with you when you both watch an old horror movie together, trying to convince you that it was actually scary at the time. But all you can see are the poor special effects, the pathetic plastic mannequin supposed to be a dead body...but it doesn't care if the movie you're watching socks because you're actually together.

What about insecure dbf!Miguel who starts panicking when he notices a few grey hair on his head. And he turns all sheepish and looks at you with a guilty look when you stumble upon him trying to dye his grey roots.

Absolutely flustered dbf!Miguel who squirms and blushes slightly when you tell him that he doesn't need to hide himself, to hide anything or that his hair shines like silver.

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I think I like dbf! Miguel because this AU allows us to imagine Miguel getting older, which is something he might not be able to do because of his dangerous life and his mutation. Like, I want that man to experience a real, peaceful life at some point.

That's enough delusion for today. I'll leave you with these thoughts ~

Edit: thanks for the 200 likes, folks. I'm so glad you liked this 🌻

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psychedelic-ink · 8 months

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𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍.

DAY FOUR OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompt: artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing."

pairing: ai-enhanced!miguel o’hara x f!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni, sci-fi, enemies to lovers

summary: there are codeborns and codebreakers. In this world ruled by ai and the people who want to keep it that way, codebreakers fight for freedom while the feared codeborns (ai-enchanced humans) do everything to keep the so-called 'peace'. You are one of the codebreakers, hunted by one of the most menacing codeborn yet, miguel o'hara.

word count: 3k

warnings: hunter/prey, chase kink, size kink, power imbalance, fear kink, dancing on the line of dubcon due to the power imbalance, but reader very much wants miguel, hate sex, piv, possessive!miguel, biting (it has a slight aphrodisiac effect because why not), some blood, dystopian, bondage with mechanical arms, double penetration thanks to said mechanical arms, dirty talk, degradation kink if you squint,

a/n: i don't know with this is, it kinda sorta happened and, honestly, i don't hate it.

In a city perpetually cloaked in gray, oppression is an unrelenting weight. Surveillance cameras leer from every corner, tracking your steps and every muttered word.

This city used to thrive, alive with energy. Now, it's stifled by a regime that rules with an iron fist. Holographic banners hang in the air, projecting sanitized slogans that mask the truth. Rain splashes onto pixelated cobblestones, the wet ground echoing the neon lights into your eyes.

Heart pounding, you dart through the alleyways, every step echoing. You hear them chasing you, the CodeBorns, they were the AI-enhanced sentinels of this world. Their purpose; bring order to the intricate dark web of the city. You scoff as you run, what a load of bullshit. The sentinels are nothing more than mindless robots that have a barely working human heart—and brain—for that matter.

Very fittingly, you’re part of a group called CodeBreakers, a group of dedicated people trying to dismantle the regime and censorship. You just recently hacked into the cinema, which might seem not like a big deal, but you just had to save those poor people from watching the same damn thing over and over again.

Making people watch something else that wasn’t handpicked by the goverment might’ve not been a big deal, but breaking into the system certainly was, and something not everyone could do.

“Shit,” you hiss, accidentally tripping over a loose cobblestone. “Shit shit shit—”

The worst thing about the CodeBorns is the fact that they can do a lot that regular folk like you can’t. For example, they’re all ridiculously fast, they can see in the dark, they can hear exceptionally well, they have superhuman strength—

You hear a wall shattering behind you and heavy steps grow closer, you’re relieved when you realize it’s only one set of steps, but as you realize who those steps probably belong to, your chest caves.

Fucking, Miguel O’Hara.

You hear the familiar creak of mechanical limbs and the familiar sound of your name falling from his lips. Another thing about the AI-enhanced sentinels, they have body upgrades they can take off whenever they want to.

“You can’t unrun me!” he roars. “You know you can’t!”

He’s right, you can’t run a beast of a man like him.

You need to be smarter.

Ducking into another alleyway, you thank whatever god is left in this world overrun by technology for the web of light the neon signs provide. You quickly spot a string of utility boxes, It’s dangerous, but you manage to squeeze yourself between them and the hard stone wall. Heat radiates from the boxes. If Miguel doesn’t lose track of you soon, the damn thing might heat up enough to burn you.

The clatter of mechanical limbs echoes closer.

And then you see him.

The neon light reflects off his holographic suit, its dynamic red details reminiscent of flickering pixels. He's a towering figure. Spider-like limbs protrude from his back, their gleaming metal glistening with the moisture of the rain-soaked air. They move slightly as if looking around, trying to sense her. With panic, you hold your breath, the small hairs on the back of your neck standing with attention.

His brow is slightly furrowed, something you recognize he does when he’s either angry or annoyed—or both. His lips, however, curve into a faint, almost menacing smile, revealing a glimmer of satisfaction in this pursuit.

The alleyway seems to shrink around you as his steps grow nearer. Your pulse quickens, synchronized with the flickering lights around you. This isn’t your first run-in with Miguel, and you doubt it will be the last.

You squeeze your eyes shut. The fear you feel poisons you, making your stomach churn and your mouth taste of death. He’s captured you before but never actually handed you in.

Arousal rears its head among the fear, coating you in a sheer sweat. You can’t help it. It’s a Pavlovian response at this point, you see him and your body starts leaking like a damn faucet. Miguel had captured you twice, and in both of them, you ended up with his cock deep between your legs.

You just never know with him. He never contacted you outside of this, never acted in a way that would indicate that something had happened between you two.

All he gave you is this, the chase, the fear, the wondering if this might be the time he throws you in a needlessly futuristic cell—

"Here, you are. You tiny thing."

Shit.

It’s comical really; the way you look up with wide eyes as his red ones peer down at you. His smirk is non-existent, yet you can still feel his satisfaction in finding you. Your chest heaves painfully, you can move, struck with uncharacteristic fear. He might not be an animal you get the sense that he smells the horror sticking to your skin.

You’re about to make a run for it when the mechanical arm’s sinewy grace coils around your ankles. Miguel pulls you out of your hiding place. All the blood rushes to your face as you hang upside down.

“Dammit, Miguel!” you hiss. “Put me down!”

He raises a sole brow elegantly, his eyes moving up and down your body, his gaze almost predatory. “Rather bold for a criminal,” he answers, voice nonchalant. The limbs tighten around your ankles, just a shy away from being painful. The arm draws you nearer, your breath mingling with his in the dewy air. “I’m starting to think you enjoy getting caught.”

“Does it look like I have a death wish?” you ask. His lips twitch and you quickly add. “You know what, never mind, don’t answer that.”

“What if it was one of the others who found you first? Were you going to spread your legs for them too? ” he snarls. “Is that how you’ve been getting away from hacking our systems for this long?”

This time when the limb squeezes harder around your flesh and bone, you scream. The sound is drowned by the constant buzz of the world. “I should just take you in,” he murmurs. “Be less trouble.”

Due to the blood gathering in your skull, you might be imagining things but you swear you saw a hint of actual worry instead of anger in those crimson eyes. But that shouldn’t be possible. Codeborns didn’t feel; sure they felt anger, but they were programmed sentinels made not to care about anyone who went into their criminal system.

“Careful, your emotion is showing.”

Maybe you do have a death wish, after all.

“Bitch.”

His sudden anger chokes the air from out of your lungs. You’re suffocated. The limb around you suddenly scorching hot, his eyes redder than normal, bright enough to match the neon raining from above. He bares his teeth at you, sharp and venomous, when he wants them to be. Miguel leans further into your personal space, his scowl deep—you begin to shake all over, your heart begging for your body to move away but you can’t. All you fear and think is fear.

Arousal sneaks between the sinews of emotions. You taste it on your tongue, the scent of it searing as you take quick, sharp breaths.

Miguel’s nose brushes the tender skin right under your ear, the sound of his inhale deafening “Afraid?” he rolls his tongue, his voice nothing but gravel. Before you can answer, a chuckle halts your tongue. His breath dans over your damp skin, goosebumps rising across your skin. “Or aroused? Or perhaps both?”

You say nothing and it’s not for a lack of trying. You’re stunned into it, your tongue feeling limp and big in your mouth. The sharp edges of his teeth nip at your upside-down cheek, and despite yourself, a whimper escapes.

“No seas tímida ahora. Where’s all that bite from before? Cat got your tongue?” you joly at the sudden feel of his warm tongue, your nipples hardening under the fabric of your shirt. “Beg for it.” again, a darkness curls around each and every word.

This situation shouldn’t be getting you this hot and bothered. The want between your legs pulses so bad that it hurts.

“P—Please, Miguel,” you say barely above a whisper. “I. . . I want it.”

“Want what?”

Fucking asshole. “Your cock. I want. . . you to fuck me.”

His smile does nothing to quell the fear, “Good girl,” he rasps, the words echoing in your ear.

The rest happens in a blur.

Suddenly you’re not hovering upside down anymore, instead, you’re shoved up against the hard, cold surface of a wall, your pants being lowered for you. Now it’s your wrists that are bound and pinned above your head, your legs spread from the ankles thanks to the mechanical arms. Miguel’s large presence looms right behind you, his clothed cock flush between the crevice of your ass.

“Let’s see how wet you are,” he coos, ripping your panties into two. You make a strangled sound of disapproval, but all he does is click his tongue. “Be grateful I didn’t shred your pants.”

Grateful is the last thing you’re feeling as two fingers spread your folds, the middle one dipping between. Your body speaks for itself. Swiping his fingers up and down, he gatherers your slick around the digit and traces your entrance, pushing in. Your body jumps at the beach, pleasure licking the base of your spine. “So responsive,” he murmurs and you hear the familiar glitching sound of his suit.

Then you feel the heft of his cock laying right above the curve of your ass, both his hands cradling your asscheeks. The limb around your wrists coils tighter.

Miguel parts your cheeks, getting a better look. Your cheeks burn in response. The cool air hits your other hole and you hate the way your body clenches at the cold. His thumb traces the rim and a loud exhale of air rips from your lungs. Your legs start to shake, slick dripping down the insides of the tender flesh.

“Gonna fuck this pretty asshole one day soon,” Miguel gloats. Experimentally, he pushes his thumb forward, nearly knuckle deep until you start squirming. You’re dripping for him, your asshole fluttering around the digit. The mild pain only makes your pulse race. “Unfortunately for you, I can’t today.”

You hear his smile in his voice. The smugness that is laced into his every sentence. Your breath hitches when he pulls out, a moment later the warmth of his finger is replaced with something cold and metal.

You tense as you hear the machine whirring, the hardness of it is replaced with something rounder and softer. “M—Miguel. . . ?”

His lips touch your ear, “Shhh, don’t worry about it, princesa, just a little something to keep you satisfied while I fuck your pretty little cunt.”

The arm merely moves over your hole, a feather-like touch that warms your skin. When it gently prods at you, you arch your back instinctively, your ass moving up into the air.

Miguel only chuckles, the sound dark and low, a faint slap is delivered to your ass. You yelp but he doesn’t say another word.

He’s big.

You have no idea if it’s just lucky genetics or due to the ai-enhancement but whatever it is; he’s well-endowed.

He makes you feel every tantalizing inch as he pushes himself further into your cunt, your walls throbbing while adjusting to his width. Your jaw drops, mouth gaping. He presses deeper and deeper, every centimeter of your cunt claimed by him. Your knees buckle and for the first time, you’re grateful for the robotic tendrils holding you up. He growls into your neck, those same venomous fangs skimming the tenderness of your neck. You feel the sharp bite of his nails digging further into your hip.

Towards the base, his cock thickens and your eyes roll back as he shoves the last of it deep inside you. Your breasts feel heavy, tingling with pleasure despite being untouched.

Miguel doesn’t wait, he pulls back his hips and snaps them forward. Your stomach clenches with a delightful shiver. While slamming into you, the arm that holds your wrists together starts to pull you back until your back forms the perfect art, a mild discomfort steaming at the base of your spine. The way he’s angling you above his cock coaxes sweet, load moans from you. If possible, he’s even deeper now, hitting that devastating spot you can’t seem to reach when you’re on your own.

“You like being my little plaything?” he groans, kissing the sweaty skin between your neck and shoulder. You moan again when the rounded tip of the mechanical limb starts pushing into the tight ring. A fresh pulse of wetness soaks you and trickles down his length, leaving your body trembling. “Fuck,” thrust. “So,” thrust. “goddamn,” thrust. “wet—”

You attempt to say his name but all you manage is the pathetic repeat of the letter “m”. His lips curl cruelly and the tip of the arm forces itself deeper, fucking you with shallow thrusts. “Pathetic,” he spits. “You’re so fucked out that you can’t even say my name? You can’t help drooling around my cock, can’t you? This is why I think you enjoy getting caught, you tiny thing,” the hard edge of his voice softens as he drags his nose down your neck. “So pathetic.”

When he nips at your neck for the nth time tonight, you bare yourself to him by tilting your head. You want it. Want him. You need to feel him tear into your flesh, you want to feel the sting of his bite for weeks.

His movements slow on both ends. “It’ll hurt,” he warns.

“I don’t care,” you choke out. “P-Please— I–I can’t—”

You really can’t talk. Your cunt squeezes around him, begging for the hard pound of his hips. Miguel doesn’t make you say it twice. He sinks his teeth into the same pace he kissed not a moment ago, the pain is instant, the trickle of warm blood making you squeamish. He doesn’t suck, only bites, not that you ever thought he would be sucking your blood. You imagine it’s just something he enjoys doing, like a primal need. You feel the soft webs of psychedelic venom seep into your veins. Your body grows limp, your lids growing heavy, he resumes his thrust and the pleasure you feel is tenfold.

“Oh god,” you gasp, slack-jawed. “Oh my fucking god—Miguel—”

He pulls out his teeth, kissing the marks he made that were shiny with blood, “I know, I know,” he grinds his hips, the pleasure shooting up your spine like electricity. “The effects won’t last long.”

His words go through one ear and out the other. However. Your body singing with pleasure and nothing else, the word around you fading into reds and pinks.

Miguel snapped his hips hard into you, meanwhile, the limb resumed its thrusts, stretching you further with every stroke. Some part of you is reminding you that Miguel, as of right now, can see every part of you, your most intimate parts completely bare. But the soothing venom lurking in your veins whispers words of encouragement. You focus on being stretched further, your hips move in need to meet his thrusts, but having nothing to brace yourself against, you surrender and allow him to take you apart wholly.

His grunts became louder, Miguel pushed deeper and deeper, both cocks thrusting into you at the same time. Spit dribbles from the corners of your lips. Your mind empties with slack-jawed bliss as both lengths repeatedly strike your sensitive spots, pounding you with pleasure.

You let out a loud gasp when the limb pulls out of you suddenly and you’re left empty, Miguel’s arms wrap around you, hands sliding under your shirt to cup the heavy weight of your breasts. He presses flush against you, striking your ass, he fucks into you with short, deep thrusts.

His fingers pinch at your hard nipples, slightly turning them, “Gonna fill you up,” he groans. “Gonna fuck myself deep inside of you so no one will dare touch you.”

The possessive tone, the brutal pace of his thrusts, the large hands on your tits—all of it pushes you down the edge, your body going rigid before relaxing entirely. You gush around him, wet sounds echoing in the narrow alleyway as he fucks you through it, not slowing down in the slightest.

However, you do feel the hold around your wrists recoiling along with the ones holding your ankles apart. Miguel holds you close as you fall loosely like a ragdoll, animalistic sounds are grunted into your ear, another burst of arousal awakening on your tongue.

The tip of his tongue dances along the bite marks when he spills into you, his cock deep, just like he promised.

There’s so much, you feel the heat of it spreading inside of you, some of it spilling around from where his cock stretches you wide. His hips twitch, his arms forcing down the grind of your hips. You let out a whimper, your head falling over his shoulder.

The two of you remain like that until his cock begins to soften inside of you, Miguel slowly pulls out and lowers you to the ground so you can sit. He finds your pants and throws it towards your lap.

Sadly for you, your brain registers none of that. The dumb muscle only starts working again when he stands tall in front of you, that same menacing stance returning.

“Don’t let me catch you again,” he says, voice stern. He looks down at you as he stuffs his cock back in his pants. “If I do, I’ll have to lock you up. This was your last warning.”

And with that, he leaves.

A bitter laughter bubbles in your throat as the back of your head hits the hard surface of the wall. Rain begins to drizzle, the first tiny drops landing on your cheeks and sliding down to your neck.

Among all the people you could’ve fallen for, why did it have to be him?

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ivystoryweaver · 10 months

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Decadent chapter 7

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Summary: Miguel doesn't want to hurt you anymore, but you don't want him biting anyone else. Which of you is more stubborn?

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Notables: NSFW. 18+, angst, cursing, arguing, smut. p in v, oral - f rec. biting, bondage, wounds, blood. lots of twisty feelings. not beta'd.

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Breaking your kiss, he caged your face between his forearms, pushing into you with searing, deep thrusts.

"Can't ever get enough of you, mi amor," he whispered, staring fervently into your eyes.

Caressing his face, you slid one leg around his waist, urging him deeper. "I know, Miguel, I..."

But you couldn't tell him. So you kissed him again.

The next two weeks went by in the same fashion. Miguel never said anything else about his daughter, his feelings or anything else personal. The temptation to fall into your eyes the last time he was in your bed wrecked him. The tender way you made love to him, the concern in your soft gaze over the loss of his daughter - he started to wonder how he could keep his frozen heart from thawing.

He had to change before he could really let you in. He had to be better, and leave the monster behind.

So you went back to the way you started. Every evening before you left for the day, you found yourself bouncing on his cock, bent over his desk or on your knees for him.

Weekends were the same - you called your aunt, did the usual in your apartment, and even went out with a new friend.

That friend, who was actually a neighbor, encouraged you to tell the truth about your feelings. You hadn't admitted who your feelings were for - simply that you found yourself in a situation where you wanted more than just sex. Although the sex was so good, you had no intention of giving it up.

Then one fateful day, you opened your mouth and sent everything right to hell.

Miguel was in a particularly feisty mood, and you had come to learn, it was likely because he had not fed. You knew for certain had had not tasted any of your blood recently. So either he found another source, or, from what you could tell, he was ravenous.

Your thighs were spread wide across his lap - skirt bunched up at your waist. He had taken a break from shredding your clothing, preferring to return to your sexy little stripteases. But today, he was too hungry, so he was already inside you by the time his fingers yanked your blouse over your head and tugged down the cups of your bra.

You were always wet and ready for Miguel's cock, but he'd taken you so suddenly today, you were still getting warmed up, causing you hiss in slight pain as the tip of him pushed inside you.

"Wait, it's too much," You panted, gripping his shoulders to hold yourself up.

Knowing he could get you soaked in a matter of seconds if he wanted to, Miguel opted for something different today.

"Come on, baby," he coaxed squeezing your hips and moving your much smaller body back and forth over his tip. "Let me in. So tight for me. Gonna stretch you out."

"Fuck, yes, Miguel..." you moaned, already wetter from the sound of his voice.

Pulling you down over his cock, Miguel didn't thrust upward, but used his forceful grip on your hips to fuck you down on him like a toy.

Feeling every inch of his dick plunging deep inside you filled you so good, the slight sting of the sudden way he'd grabbed you and speared you, yielding to a hot, building pleasure.

"Good girl. Squeezing me so tight." His voice rumbled deep in the expanse of his muscular chest. Then he let go of you and leaned back in his chair.

You knew what he wanted. Now that you were soaked and full of cock, he wanted you to ride him. Pressing your palms down on his chest, you pushed yourself slightly upward and then let gravity slam you back down. Slowly at first, just to see him twitch uncomfortably. Then you started to bounce.

Releasing a groan of pleasure as you worked yourself over him, Miguel rid you of your blouse and bra entirely, eyes flashing a wild ruby as he watched your tits jiggle - your nipples hard and begging to be sucked.

The thought of sinking his fangs into your soft flesh overwhelmed him, but he promised himself - no more. Not with you. He had to stay focused on the research, so maybe he could be someone you could actually love someday. Fucking you every afternoon was just a bonus you both so clearly enjoyed. But no more hurting you.

You felt so good, deliciously wrapped around him - he knew he would finish before you at this rate. The slide of your hot, wet cunt over the length of him was like nothing else. Never had he craved anyone the way he craved you. Pushing his thumb in between your joined bodies, he found your tender bundle of nerves, sending your back arching as you wildly moaned.

"That's my girl," he breathed, one hand cupping your breast and pinching your nipple.

"Miguel..." You were so close, and you wanted him to feel as good as you did. "Bite me," you encouraged, interrupted by your own cry of pleasure. "You can bite me. I know you're hungry."

Despite his impending orgasm, and your current one, Miguel jerked his hands away, gripping your hips and holding you still.

"What did you just say?"

Too drunk on his cock, and painfully suspended between the roar of utter bliss and the sudden stop, you tried to rock your hips. But it was no use because he was too strong.

"Please," you whined, clenching him tauntingly. "I know you want to. Let me come again and then you can have me."

Almost subconsciously, the tip of Miguel's tongue traced over his fangs but the heat of his gaze burned right through you. "No," he firmly responded. "We can't do that shit anymore."

You assumed he was trying to abstain, given that he hadn't marked or bit you in a couple weeks, but that didn't mean you didn't want him to. And he would eventually need to feed.

"Baby, come on," you begged, writhing against him, the stretch of his cock inside you making you desperate. "You have to feed. Doesn't it feel so much better while you're fucking me?"

"Enough," he snapped, lifting you off his lap so suddenly that you stumbled back a few steps before finding your footing. The two of you stared at one another for a long, suspended moment before he stuffed himself back into his pants and climbed out of his chair, leaving you bare from the waist up. Your skirt bunched awkwardly around your hips as arousal dripped down your thighs.

"I said no," he ground out, reaching for your bra and top, tossing them to you with more force than was necessary.

His sudden shift of mood left you speechless and a bit breathless, not to mention humiliated.

Noticing your discomfort, Miguel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Get dressed," he told you, "and go home."

You silently obeyed, too stunned to do anything else. Yanking down your skirt, you fastened your bra and pulled your top over your head before searching for your panties. Once you were fully dressed, you realized Miguel was ready to walk out the door for the evening.

"What did I do wrong?" You blurted, smoothing your skirt, attempting to make yourself a little more presentable.

Pausing at the door, Miguel glanced sideways over his shoulder, as if barely willing to grant you an audience. The sudden change in him had you reeling. He was so cold, when only a few moments ago, you had been stuffed full of him.

"You know what," he reminded you, in a scolding tone. "I told you."

"No, actually, you didn't," you clapped back, scurrying to your desk to gather your belongings, lest he leave you behind. "You didn't say anything about feeding on me except that you liked it. Remember?"

He turned away from you then, broad shoulders sagging as his head dropped. "I know what you're doing. It won't work."

"What the fuck am I doing, exactly, Miguel?" You questioned, clambering around to stand in front of him.

"Trying to make me angry so that I'll finish what we started." Even as he refused you, the flash of his scarlet gaze and the bulge in his pants told you a different story.

"When are you going to feed?" You asked him in all seriousness. Placing a hand on his broad chest, you inched closer to peer up into his eyes. "I know you're hungry."

"How the fuck is that your problem?" He snapped, jerking away from you. You weren't wrong. He was starving and wanted nothing more than to feel you come, clenching around him while he sank his fangs into your throat, sucked you to exhaustion and emptied himself inside you.

"Because you need it to survive," you pointed out the obvious, still following him around, trying to get him to look at you. "And I don't want you out there killing people - drinking their disgusting blood when you can have me!"

Squeezing his eyes shut, he shook his head rapidly. "No. I only kill people who deserve it. You know that. And sometimes I feed in other ways."

"I know," you reminded him, the pitch of your voice ascending frantically. "I don't want you to bite another woman, Miguel. I don't want you to be with another woman. The thought of it makes me sick."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how pathetic you must sound. How possessive and desperate you'd become. Were you really willing to let this man hurt you, just to keep his attention on you? Or was there a darker part of you that craved the madness?

You expected Miguel to look down his nose at you - both literally and with disdain, but he didn't. His eyes softened as he swallowed hard. "I told you I haven't been with anyone else since before we met."

"But you will, won't you? If you get hungry enough," you accused.

Despite the tense air around the two of you, something stirred in Miguel's chest. Something he hadn't felt in years. Something warm. You wanted him. And you were jealous.

Which made this all a horrible idea.

"I have to go," he deflected, pushing past you and walking out the door.

After a quick cry, two glasses of wine and a pint of ice cream, you found yourself in bed with your vibrator. Miguel had left you alone and frustrated in every way, and you needed some relief.

After two orgasms in rapid succession, you found yourself as restless as when you started this whole self-pitying evening. With a huff of frustration, you headed for the shower, cleaned up, and then drank a third glass of wine.

Finally, you grabbed the latest reading material from your bedside table, hoping to get lost in the lives of characters and not have to think about your own. Nothing helped. You felt tired, but sleep wouldn't drag you under. Tossing your book aside, you turned off the light and stared into the darkness.

You wondered where Miguel was - what he was doing. Ugh, when did you become this obsessed girl? He probably thought you were pathetic. He was probably somewhere right now, either ripping out someone's throat, or worse, feeding on some poor, unsuspecting woman.

The thought of his mouth on someone else enraged you, but you actually had no real claim on him. Balling up your fist in frustration and envy, you slammed it down on the bed with an irritated huff.

You thought about digging out your vibrator again, but you knew it wouldn't help. Not with this.

Just when you thought you might go insane, overthinking every single moment that had transpired between you and Miguel this evening, you heard a sound at your window.

A bolt of fear shot through your body, making you sit up in bed. Someone was definitely outside your window and it was opening. The first thought you had was to call Miguel, but you should probably try to hide and call the authorities.

Scrambling out of bed, you reached for your phone when an imposing figure appeared in your bedroom, merely a sinister silhouette bathed in moonlight. In a few, long strides, the figure crossed to your bedside and yanked the phone from your grasp.

"It's me."

Miguel stood before you, wrapped head-to-toe in his dark blue spider suit.

You whimpered in relief as he swept you up into his arms. His mask disappeared just before his mouth claimed yours hungrily. It was fortunate that he held you, suspended off the floor because your legs completely gave out as you surrendered to his kiss.

"You were right," he murmured, hotly mouthing a trail to your ear as he pulled your legs around his waist. "I am hungry."

"Miguel," you gasped, running your hands over his solid chest, trying to ground yourself. The pounding of your heart sent blood rushing through your body as you rapidly cycled from fear to relief to raw desire. "I thought you were angry with me."

"Never you," he whispered, sliding his hand under the soft curve of your ass. "Only with myself. Because of what I've done. Because of what I'm about to do."

He kissed you again, silencing any protest you might launch. The heat of his tongue and the grip of his strong hands had you wet in seconds. Ripping his mouth from yours only a moment later, he set you down.

Fiery red webs shot out to bind your hands and before you could think to react, another set of webs yanked your arms upward until you were suspended from the ceiling, hanging with your arms over your head. Your feet dangled at least three feet off the floor and the strain on your arms made you cry out.

"Relax," Miguel instructed, ripping your pajamas from your body until you were hanging before him, entirely nude.

The strain on your arms burned, but there was something alluring about being put on display like this for him.

Running his tongue over his fangs, Miguel eyed you hungrily, his red eyes glowing menacingly as his spider suit disappeared, leaving his thickly muscled frame completely bare.

The sight before you made you whimper with desire and anticipation. So many of your sexual encounters occurred at work, half or mostly clothed, so seeing his every rippling muscle sent a bolt of desire spiking straight down to your core.

"I do need to feed," he admitted, reaching for your legs. With little effort, he slung one of your thighs over each of his broad shoulders, and shoved his face right into your cunt. With no further warning, he nudged your clit with his nose and blew a puff of air over your sopping folds.

Feeling immense relief at not having to hold up your own weight, you arched wildly into his face as he ate you out. Hooking your heels into the defined muscles of his back, you ground against his mouth, whimpering as he sucked and licked you mercilessly.

Miguel's hands caressed up and down your thighs as he plunged his tongue into your hole, his nose continuing to tease your clit.

You felt so wild and so turned on, you came suddenly, drenching his face with your juices, which he eagerly lapped up. You felt the sharp sting of his talons on your legs as his lips latched around your tender bundle of nerves.

You knew exactly what he was doing. Making you lose your mind with pleasure before you went numb from the venom in his fangs. Then he would drink his fill and likely fuck you while you were out of it.

It felt so good you just didn't care. Besides it was actually your idea that he bite you anyway. And he did. Laving his tongue over the soft flesh of your inner thigh, he waited until you came again and then his fangs pierced your soft skin.

The sting lasted only for a moment - euphoria mingling with a twinge of pain before blissful numbness set in. After drinking his fill of one thigh, he switched legs, drinking and drinking until you felt yourself losing consciousness.

He must have realized this because he untied you, cradled you in his arms and carried you to bed. He cleaned and bandaged your wounds and got you something to drink. Finding a robe hanging on your bedpost, he pulled it around you just as the paralytic started to subside.

He was still naked, which was very distracting, yet his level of comfort with you was somehow soothing.

Pulling you against his chest, he covered both your bodies with your blanket. "Is this okay?" He softly whispered, smoothing his hand over your shoulder to help you get comfortable.

"You can stay," you answered him, hoping that's what he was asking.

"I just want to make sure you don't pass out," he reasoned, trailing his fingers down the length of your arm to tangle with your own. "I drank too much. I'm sorry."

Shifting closer to him, your leg gently bumped into his evident arousal. "Don't be sorry," you murmured, shifting your thigh between his legs. "I asked you to do it. I don't want there to be anyone else."

"There is no one else," he breathed, groaning as you dragged your thigh back and forth over the heavy length of him. His hips automatically responded, rutting into you, desperate for friction. He had already taken too much from you but he wanted you so badly.

"Come here," you coaxed, reaching to grasp his cock with your fingers as your tongue licked into his mouth.

A deep moan rumbled in the expanse of his chest as he rolled his hips into your touch, kissing you carefully yet deeply, as to not damage you any furthur.

"Too much," he murmured, tearing his mouth away. You thought maybe your grip was too tight, or you were working his length too fast - which didn't really track for a man with superpowers.

"You give me too much," he made clear, pushing your thighs apart and easing on top of you. "But I always want more. I always want you."

Sliding his arms underneath the curve of your back, he cradled you gently.

"You can have me, Miguel. I'm right here," you offered, using your grip on him to ease his cock into your wet channel.

He took you gently, with languid, deep thrusts, slow, syrupy kisses - his strong arms cradling you like a treasure.

"You're too good to me," he whispered between kisses, rocking into you fervently. "So good, baby. So good."

It didn't take you long to fall apart underneath him, your body alight with his praises breathed hotly on your ear.

You started to hope that things might really change between the two of you.

The next morning, you woke up alone...and sore. The puncture marks on your thighs were bandaged but they burned, along with several scratches. You had no idea what had happened after you fell asleep in Miguel's embrace.

You had wrongfully assumed he might spend the night with you, but, as far as you knew, he didn't sleep with you all night long. Disappointment washed over you, but you climbed out of bed and got ready for work anyway, still buzzing from the intimate moments you'd shared.

Miguel had been running so hot and cold with you lately that it shouldn't have surprised you when, upon arriving at work, Lyla redirected you to a different office. You thought she might explain, as she was never short on words, but Miguel appeared, thanking and dismissing her.

"Miguel, what is this?" You asked, glancing around at the impressivly sized and beautifully decorated office.

"Your new office," he smiled politely, but no warmth reached his eyes.

"My new - but...we always work together," you countered. "What's going on?"

Shaking his head, he slid his hands into his pants pockets with frustrating nonchalance. "I'm promoting you. Congratulations."

"I don't know what to say," you breathlessly answered, glancing around you, not entirely sure if you were being punished or rewarded.

Leaning back on what was apparently your new desk, his dark eyebrow shot up curiously. "You don't want to keep being my assistant forever, do you?"

He had a point. Still, something felt off with him.

"Besides," he went on, folding his massive arms over his chest, "If I'm completely honest...I think we could probably use a little space from one another."

Ah, there it was. Last night he was all over you, breaking into your home, drinking you blood, and today he needed space? Typical.

"What is going on?" You repeated, easing over to stand right in front of him. "What do you mean - we need space?"

"You know what I mean," he answered, meeting your gaze. "This thing we have between us...it can't go on if we want to work together."

"And what exactly is going on between us, Miguel?" You challenged stepping into his personal space. "Because you seem to change your mind about me every day of the week."

"Exactly," he almost flippantly responded. "I agree with you and that's why it has to stop. We can't get any real work done if you're coming into work distracted."

"You...you think I'm distracted?" You challenged, a deep frown pulling at the corners of your mouth. "My work here has never suffered for personal reasons - you know that."

"It has though," he accused, pushing past you and tossing his hands in the air frustratedly. "Because of the way you see me. And worse, I'm distracted. It's my fault too. We're wasting time in the office doing...what we do, and it's more than that."

He kept his back to you because he knew that if he saw your wide, pleading eyes at this moment, he might cave. "You...you accept who I am - what I am, and that's not what I need right now. It's not what our research needs."

Despite how you tried to stop them, warm tears stung the corners of your eyes. "Then tell me what you need," you whispered, wishing you didn't sound so desperate, wishing you could just tell him to go to hell.

Whirling around, Miguel seemed more than happy to deliver your answer. "I need the woman I hired. I need your mind. Your objectivity."

"You have it," came your surprisingly steady reply. Placing your hand on his arm, you tried to get him to look at you. "I'm with you a hundred percent. I'm here to work, you know that."

"No," he shot back, pulling away from your touch, doing his best to ignore the way your caress burned him alive. "You like the monster too much."

With a heavy sigh, he pushed his fingers through his dark waves, dreading the rest of this conversation. But it had to be done.

"I should be thankful for someone like you," he softly explained, turning away again as your jaw clenched in fury. "You're brilliant. Beautiful." He swallowed hard. "I love spending time with you. I want more. Believe me, I do. I even told you about Gaby, but..."

Mustering all the courage he could possibly manage, he faced you. You deserved that, at least. "Somehow...you like the monster I am. You let me do things to you that should make you run away screaming. I hurt you. I've done terrible things to you, and you seem happy to let me do it."

"How is that a bad thing? You said I was good to you," You whispered, swiping angry tears with the back of your hand. "Why is it wrong of me to accept who you really are?"

"That's not who I really am!" He cried, grasping your arms with sudden desperation. "It's what I am. It's what happened to me. And I let myself get lost in how good it feels when I feed - when you give yourself to me. It feels so fucking good - "

"Miguel - "

"No!" He silenced you, squeezing your arms to almost the point of pain. "Stop...tempting me. You make me feel like it's okay to be this way when I know it's not! I know it sounds like I'm blaming you for my choices. But we are in the lab every day to figure out a way for me to stop being this monster. I need someone who can help me do that, don't you see? Not someone begging me to rip her open."

His chest heaved as he roughly released you, walking away as his face burned with shame.

"We have to stop all of this," he went on, running a hand over his face. "I can't work in the office with you. That's not your fault - it's mine. I get so distracted. And I'm not feeding on you anymore. Don't ask me."

Your lip trembled as tears freely flowed. In trying to show love to Miguel the only way you knew how, you had completely wrecked everything. But maybe it wasn't love at all to let him use you like this. Maybe he was right and you were only enabling a monster because he was wild and dangerous and the sex was life-changing.

"I know you're angry with me," he roughly whispered, after a short, painful silence. "I don't blame you if you walk out of here and never come back. I've treated you horribly, and not just by physically hurting you. I say one thing and then do another almost every day. It's cruel," he concluded, his voice soft now, and distant. "But if you are at all interested in our research, then let's work. Enjoy your promotion - you have more than earned it."

Locking eyes with you one more time, he added, "And if you really care about me, help me. I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt you anymore."

With that, he left you to your new position in your new office.

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All right, what do we think? The song "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" comes to mind. Don't worry, things will get ironed out soon.

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pinkpinkstarlet · 5 months

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a lil au I’m thinking of hehehehehe

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There’s a really bad universe collapse taking place, and Miguel and the rest of the spider society are trying to rescue any people that haven’t painfully glitched out of existence yet by giving them day passes and sending them to HQ. One of these is a baby that was handed to Miguel hastily as their mother disappeared, and he quickly put on a day pass on their chubby arm as they cried for their mama.

After that, Miguel took the baby to his office and asked Lyla to scan them. To both of their surprises, this baby is a variant. Of himself.

Now Miguel is left raising a version of himself that ends up being much more ignorant and innocent of the world due to his overprotective nature over the child. He doesn’t name him Miguel, but instead names him Mariano, and he lives in a large house secluded from the rest of the world, but ESPECIALLY Nueva York.

Miguel loves him, but can still see so much of himself in his child. He has the same facial features, the same eyes, it’s like looking into a mirror. But then he’s also much more different. Mariano is so sweet, still believing that the world works just like it does in those fairytales and books of his, carefully selected so he wouldn’t be exposed to the true cruelty of society. Miguel has had nightmares over what could happen if the wrong people, god forbid someone like Tyler, found Mariano. He was the definition of pure.

But then he was still him. According to Lyla’s scan, he was a variant of Miguel O’Hara, but Miguel finds it hard to understand that he could be capable of being so good. No matter of his intelligence, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it. He was so messed up, he’d done so many wrong things, but then there was a version of himself right next to him at just 6 years old, consoling a small bird that got its wing injured, gently holding it and whispering to it that everything would be okay. There he was, being 10 years old, showing Miguel a crayon drawing of him and Mariano holding hands and smiling while asking if Miguel liked it. There he was, now 18, asking his papá if he could go outside with so much hope and light in his eyes. While it wasn’t him, it was still him.

He could never let anything happen to his son, not after Gabriella. And if anyone even touched a hair on Mariano’s head, he’d murder them.

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ace-and-sleepdeprived · 5 months

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[i come presenting a spiderverse oc that i have not gotten around to talking about but he has a whole lil' au written around him tehe]

It was supposed to simply be a routine anomaly capture mission until the spiderpeople ended up chasing the villain into this world's - Earth-803 - Alchemax. But what makes this one worse is that it secretly and routinely experimented on actual human beings. Miguel found himself not feeling that sorry when the villain killed a good amount of the scientists working in this secret part of the company. But before they were going to leave, he heard crying coming from one of the larger cells. There was a sign outside of the door that simply read: PROJECT ARACHNOID.

He didn't expect to find a fucking child bound up in a straightjacket and fucking muzzle sitting inside of a cold, sterile cell. But this wasn't an ordinary kid, no. He had four black fuzzy spider legs protruding from his back, curled tightly around his shaking frame.

Miguel obviously sliced the kid out of the bindings quickly, finding a young, spider-hybrid boy with curled black hair, two crimson colored eyes with smaller black eyes beneath them, black pedipalp-like mandibles on the sides of his face, long fangs, retractable talons on his hands and feet that looked like they were stained black and had soft hair on the back of them, and black splotches all over his small arms and shoulders. He was wearing a collar that had a tag that read SPI53R. STATUS: FAILURE.

Surprisingly, the hybrid boy took to Miguel quickly, his little frame feeling almost weightless in his arms. One day pass on his wrist later and he was brought back to HQ for some much needed TLC. When they arrived back in his office, Miguel requested Lyla to scan him, only to learn that this little spider-hybrid was a variant of Gabriella. His name was Luca O'Hara, and he'd been the son of 803's Miguel and Dana. 803 Miguel was once that world's spiderman, but he was killed in an accident when Luca was only 3. With his father out of the picture, Alchemax - more specifically Tyler Stone - decided to track down, kill Dana, and kidnap Luca to experiment on him to try and see if him having Miguel's unstable DNA would result in a more powerful spiderperson.

Long story short, they turned Luca into what he was now. A terrified, traumatized 6-year-old who spent 3 years of his life only knowing the cold and sterile environment of Alchemax and the pains of the experiments he was forced through.

While it'd been nearly a year since Gabriella had died, Miguel wasn't about to abandon Luca. Not when he'd already bonded with him. Most of those early days with him were spent with Miguel holding Luca on his lap or carrying him while he worked.

Miguel naturally became protective of Luca, wanting to protect him after he'd spent so long only knowing pain. While mutants are known of in 2099, they're still stigmatized, especially ones who looked the way Luca did. So instead of being in a city that might view him as inhuman, he lives in a large house secluded from Nueva York and a good amount of the world that would likely bring him harm.

Slowly but surely, Luca loses his shell and winds up being a curious, energetic and lively young boy who just wants to learn. He loves being at the Society and climbing around in Miguel's office while he works. [and almost giving his poor dad a heart attack in the process a few times] Because of his spidery characteristics, he has different noises to indicate what he's feeling. As he becomes more lively and comfortable, little warbled chirps become common, often catching people off guard at times. But he's happy, and far from the terrified hybrid boy Miguel found in a secluded while cell.

Nothing comes close to Miguel's son. Not after what happened to Gabriella. It doesn't matter that he's a little spidery, Miguel will murder anyone who dares try to hurt Luca.

[pspsps @pinkpinkspidey can luca and mariano be brothers??]

#spiderverse oc #spidersona #atsv oc #luca o'hara au #he is miguel's small spidery son who he adores very much #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara au #atsv au #across the spiderverse #atsv #adrian writes

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eyesxxyou · 7 months

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Professor!Miguel is up next!

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv #spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara au

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kantush · 11 months

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This movie was fun (TW: Loud startling sound)

Miguel your are my beloved

#across the spider verse spoilers #kinda?#my art #spider man across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #jessica drew #miles morales #gwen stacy #peter parker #Lmao I will never get over that scene with the lego peter #i have no idea what was going on with Miguel and the whole biting clip #but lmao laughing how this guy just inserted himself into a happy family AU #is it okay for me to say that the spot was kinda.......#the audio is from an old video “se enojo limon” lmao

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bluesidez · 20 days

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GymRat!Miguel Part 5

content warning: very fluffy, PDA ➡️ something in which the reader is shy about and Miguel is hungry for, Miguel’s bday is 10/13 here, it gets suggestive so MINORS BEWARE, George O’Hara is NOT abusive in this story and he will be Mexican here idc idc idc, some mentions of food (deer meat at one point), some of the gym photos are white men (my deepest apologies, I just want y’all to have an idea of the pose 😔)

word count: 4.3k (just nod and smile. she's thicc like me😗)

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GymRat!Miguel who learns your schedule front to back. He’s always there to walk you to your classes and carry your heavy bags and purses. Sometimes he’ll meet you outside of your dorm, sometimes you’ll send him your location and he’ll come running. Now, you both walk into the lab building hand in hand and leave the building swinging hands. You used to despise those lovey-dovey couples who were stuck in their own world, but now you could understand them completely. They were still a little annoying, though.

GymRat!Miguel who makes a habit of sending you post workout pictures in the early mornings. His go-to poses are the worm’s eye under-chest, the standing mirror, the bench mirror, and the back mirror. The last one was specific to his dorm bathroom, too shy to take his shirt completely off. Your thorough praises made him feel warm, but sometimes you let more silly things slip.

“You could probably choke me with your thighs and I’d be thankful”

“Baby don’t say that. :(( I would never hurt you”

“Oh so you can want me to sit and lay on you but I can’t ask for the same? Wow. The double standards”

“That’s not fair. You should sit on me. I can take it and I want it. Thoroughly.”

“Oh! So you’re saying I’m not strong enough. Got it.”

“Baby I never said that!”

“Whatever Miguel 🙄”

“ㅜㅜ”

“You never answered me though. Will you sit on me?”

“Go get ready for class 😒”

“😞”

GymRat!Miguel who tells you that his birthday is coming up at the last minute possible. You berate him for telling you so late and kick yourself for not asking sooner, but you still manage to get a reservation at one of the fancy local restaurants.

You pull out all of the stops you could. A gift card from Smoothie King, a pair of slippers to match yours, the newest Final Fantasy game, and a muscle bunny keychain to match your muscle bear keychain. He was your big teddy bear, after all.

You handed him the gifts after the staff brought out a chocolate cake with sparklers on it while singing at the top of their lungs. The chocolate syrup read “Happy Birthday Miguel 🤎” around the plate.

Miguel’s smile got bigger as he took the gifts out one by one. He paused when he got to the cards: one a birthday card and the other a thick “open when…” manilla envelope.

The birthday card was simple and sweet. It was the other stuff you were worried about. You found these cute ideas about letters and notes to leave for your significant other. You had one for anger, sadness, needing a hug, sickness, boredom, and even one for wanting a kiss. You remember Jess walking in on you with your lips smashed against the cardstock, trying to get a bunch of kiss marks to cut out. She just sighed out a “young love” and carried on to her side of the room.

“It’s only been a short time since we’ve been dating, but Thanksgiving and Christmas break are coming up so I wanted to leave you with something for when you can’t reach me.”

Your heart is thumping as Miguel takes the cards out, reading their envelopes.

What you don’t expect is for Miguel to start crying.

You startle a bit, scared that the gift is awful, but he lets out a watery thank you, flustered from everything.

You quickly make your way to his side of the table and hug him. You wipe at his eyes and chuckle at his cuteness, telling him you were afraid he didn’t like it.

He shakes his head, breathes deep and slow to calm his emotions.

“No, I will definitely be using all of these. I really appreciate this. Everything. I’m not sure how you were able to do all of this, but I’m thankful that you did.”

You couldn’t take it. Here he was with dewey eyes and red tinting his cheeks. It was cuteness overload.

You face him towards you and lean forward, connecting his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who stares at you stunned when you lean back. That was your first kiss with him. His first kiss with you and he was sitting here with his cheeks damp and nose sniffling away.

“I-” his heart picks up and he’s opening and closing his mouth. He was short circuiting.

“Can we- I mean if it’s ok, can we do that again?” Miguel stutters out.

You simply nod your head and lean in again, this time tilting your head.

The cards in Miguel’s hands drop to the table and his breathing stops. Your lips were soft and full. Another fraction of his dreams that were nothing compared to the real thing.

He could only hear his heartbeat and the soft jazz music in the restaurant when he let up for air.

This was definitely the best gift of the night.

GymRat!Miguel who doesn’t have the capacity to be embarrassed when the waiter comes and asks if you two need anything while he’s leaning down for another kiss.

He just got to kiss his dream girl. Who cares if the waiter saw him kiss you some more?

You jump when the waiter’s hands come close to you two as he picks up an empty dinner plate. You look to the waiter awkwardly to apologize and ask for the check.

This just makes Miguel want to pull you in his lap and kiss you as the entire staff goes by.

GymRat!Miguel who wants you to feed him bites of his cake. You happily agree, especially since he was the birthday boy. His eyes never leave you the whole time.

GymRat!Miguel who grabs the check before you can pick it up. He doesn’t want you to pay for the meal.

“Miguel, it’s your birthday. I picked the restaurant and reserved the seats,” you say a little whiney.

“But I want to pay for the dinner,” Miguel pouts as he holds the check out of your reach.

When he got like this, it was hard to change his mind.

“If you let me pay, I’ll give you another kiss.”

“Just one?” Miguel brings the check back to your level, squinting at you.

You sigh, “I’ll give you ten.”

“Deal.”

Miguel gives you the check with a giddy smile and you slap your card on it.

The kisses still don’t stop him from taking over the tip.

So stubborn.

GymRat!Miguel who texts Gabriel once he’s back in his dorm. He sends pictures of everything from the food to the cake to the gifts.

“Look at what my baby did for me 🤪”

“The same one you left at the party even tho you blew up my phone about her for weeks? 😕”

“Yes…I didn’t do it on purpose. Me and her talked about it already”

“jk jk it wasn’t your fault”

“No way she got you final fantasy. Dana barely got me a cupcake”

“This just proves that my gf is better”

“Tbf tho you and Dana are still in high school”

“Ohhhh my god. You turn one more year older than me and all of a sudden you have the wisdom of a sage. SHUT UP 😭”

“I’ll literally be in college next year”

“AND ANYWAY you’ve never shown me this so-called gf. How do Ik you haven’t gone insane?”

Miguel clicked the back of his teeth in annoyance. Peter walked by him with his eyebrow raised and Miguel just waved his hand.

He sent a picture he took of you from tonight. You looked amazing in that dress and your eyes were beautiful and deep. You were smiling at him from across the table.

“First you try to steal Dana from me and now you get her”

“It’s crazy how this world is so anti-Gabriel”

“What are you yapping about”

“And I didn’t take ANYTHING from you 🫵🏽”

“We were 6 and 7 and you couldn’t push her hard enough on the swings. When will you get over that?”

“It burns all the same”

“You should give me her number and I can let you experience that feeling”

“Gabriel.”

“Show her what a real O’Hara is like”

“Cabrón”

“You’re so lucky I’m not next to you right now”

“THE BIG C WORD?”

“I’m telling mom you called me that btw”

“All because I wanted to meet your gf ☹️”

“Bastard”

“I’M TELLING MOM YOU CALLED ME THAT! WTF?”

It wasn’t long before Miguel’s mom was calling his phone to berate him. He pressed the green button, air pushing out of his nose as his mom’s face filled up the screen.

Peter looked bug eyed as Conchata’s rapid fire words filled the room.

“Ma! That’s so not fair! Gabri called me a bastard!”

There was a quick pause as his mom made a face that he knew all too well. Miguel heard Gabriel yelp as a sandal made a loud impact with his skin.

Miguel heard Gabriel cry out as his mom took off her other shoe, ready to aim, “MIGUEL HAS A GIRLFRIEND!”

Miguel just threw his phone on the bed and groaned. He could hear Peter snickering from his desk.

“What girlfriend? Miguel! Where are you? Come back and answer me,” Conchata’s voice got louder and louder. “I can’t believe you two! You would think this distance meant that you two wouldn’t fight like you’re still sleeping in the same room.”

“We’re not fighting,” Gabriel said. He smirks as he gets in the camera next to his mom. “Miguel is still hiding things from you, though.”

Miguel picked the phone up again with a frown on his face. Gabriel just stuck his tongue out like the brat he was.

“Mijo, what’s going on?” his mom asked, concern in her voice. “First, it was the party and now this. Do you need to come home?”

“No, ma,” Miguel sighed. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine now. Great even.”

“Then why haven’t you told me about this girlfriend of yours?”

“We just started dating. It’s still very new,” Miguel chose his words carefully. Ever since his second seamster in high school, she’s been super sensitive towards him and his feelings. Knowing her, she might give you a hard time. He didn’t want that for you just yet. “I didn’t want to introduce you to her until we were more solid.”

“I think a girl that helps to organize the take down of a sorority in your honor is pretty solid,” Gabriel comments off camera.

“She did that?!” Conchata stares at Miguel with furrowed brows.

Miguel only nods, lips wound in a tight line.

“Oh well, mijo, I have to meet this girl!”

“I don’t think-”

“Let me know when she’s free to come home with you! Maybe over Thanksgiving?”

“Ma, she has her own family-”

“Ok I have to go now! I have to catch my shows. Call me more often or I’ll have to come up there!”

The room fell silent as the call ended and Miguel was met with his messages with Gabriel again.

“CHECKMATE!”

Miguel still wanted to throttle him.

GymRat!Miguel who’s super excited when Halloween comes and you want to wear couple costumes. He hasn’t done costumes since early middle school. Growing up meant realizing that some people your age want to grow up. Fast. No one wanted to dress up in silly costumes anymore or go trick-or-treating. Sure, the scary stories were fun but at that age, he wanted to eat candy all night, not teepee houses and run in the woods.

He’s hanging out on his bed chatting with Mary Jane and Peter while you get ready in the bathroom. The theater and art department collaborated together to host a costume party. This time, Miguel wouldn’t leave your side. Maybe if you had to pee, he would consider waiting awkwardly by the door. He didn’t want the same mistake to happen.

The two of you decide to go as Starfire and Nightwing grouping up with MJ and Peter who dress up as Raven and Beast Boy for a Teen Titans theme.

The costume is pretty tight but he has to admit, it looks great on his build.

You walk out of the bathroom with a cheery “I’m ready!”

It’s definitely not ideal that his suit is so tight.

The skirt is hugging your body in every which way. The cut-outs at your hips had his fingers twitching. To top it off, the diamond cut out for your chest left him internally screaming.

Peter whistled from his desk and MJ hollered about how good you looked. You smiled bashfully, doing a 360.

Miguel wanted to shove MJ and Peter out of the room to reenact what Starfire and Nightwing actually got up to when they were by themselves.

You walk up to him and flip your flaming hair back playfully.

“Do you like it?” you ask, peering up at him.

“I think he more than likes it,” Peter mumbles out in a stage whisper. MJ elbows him softly in the stomach.

Miguel spins you around, “Fuck yeah.”

Your laugh falls out of you, surprised at his curt reaction.

“Honestly, you two can go ahead to the party and we’ll just hang out here,” Miguel said, face as serious as ever as he wrapped himself around you from behind.

“No, no, no! You can do whatever you want after the party. Keep it in, buddy,” Peter says as he starts to guide everyone to the door.

Miguel keeps himself attached to you all night.

GymRat!Miguel who helps you bring your things to your car for Thanksgiving break. It’ll only be a week but he feels like he might not make it.

“You’ll see me again next Sunday, Miggy” you say to him as he’s bent over you with the biggest pout out ever.

“I’m still gonna miss you,” Miguel leans further with his forehead on yours. “Wish you could come with me.”

“Maybe over the winter break we can plan a time to meet outside of school.”

Miguel just sighs dramatically.

You decide to say fuck it and kiss him in the middle of the almost empty parking garage.

Miguel doesn’t let up now that you’ve given him an inch. He’s holding you by your hips, your face, your waist, anything to get closer. He moans a bit into your mouth as you open up.

You wrap your arms around his neck and whisper, “I really have to get on the road now, baby. And so do you.”

Miguel slumps as he guides you to your driver’s seat. You roll the window down and pucker your lips for another kiss.

Miguel obliges easily and asks, “Call me when you get there?”

“Of course,” you say.

He stands and watches you drive off, missing you already.

GymRat!Miguel who is almost knocked down when he opens the door to his home. Gabriel is wrapped around him like a koala, squeezing away.

Miguel laughs and rubs his back, relieved that he’s not heavy enough to knock him over.

“It’s good to see you too, Gabri,” Miguel laughs.

Conchata peaks around the corner and almost cries at the sight.

“My boys!” She coos while coming to the door. “George! Come help Miguel with his bags!”

Miguel waddles in with Gabriel still clinging to him. He’s glad to be home.

GymRat!Miguel who gets your call in the middle of Gabriel watching him play Final Fantasy. He pauses the game and runs to his room, Gabriel yelling at him to come back and unpause the game.

You tell that you made it home and that you’ll call him later.

You blow a kiss at the screen and he catches it with glee before you end the call.

Miguel is glad you left before Gabriel opens his door like that one big bird meme.

“Was that her?” he asks, voice excited. “Is she still on the phone?”

“Yes. No. Why are you eavesdropping like a creep?”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping! It just dawned on me a little too late that you left to go talk to her.”

“Whatever,” Miguel groaned. “Let’s just get back to the game.”

“You know you can’t hide her from me forever, right?” Gabriel says, skipping next to Miguel.

“I’m not trying to. But you being a weirdo will make me want to.”

Conchata passes by them with a laundry basket on her hip, “Who’s hiding something?”

“Nobody!” Both Miguel and Gabriel shout in her direction and run back to their game.

Conchata rolls her eyes and continues to her bedroom.

GymRat!Miguel who becomes overwhelmed on Thanksgiving Day. It’s as if every close and distant relative was here. The first floor was full of people. As much as Miguel puts on, he’s never been an much of an extrovert.

He’s up in his room taking a breather. He pulls out one of the cards you gifted him. The one for when he missed your kisses.

He opens and pulls out a letter. There’s instructions on it.

“Each shade is for a different feeling!”

There was a cute chibi doodle of you kissing him on the cheeks at the bottom of the letter. He saw that there was a shade for nervousness/being overwhelmed.

He pulls out a polaroid of you and opens the bag of glossy paper kisses. He flips one and it reads, “Breathe slow and steady 10 times. Kiss me when you’re done.”

He does as you say and brings the paper to his lips. It even smells like you. Sweet. Fruity.

He smiles to himself and takes out one more.

GymRat!Miguel who finally lets Gabriel talk to you on Friday.

“He can be a bit annoying. I’m warning you now,” Miguel says.

“Don’t say that, Miggy. He’s your brother! He’s allowed to bother you at least a little. ”

Miguel yells for Gabriel to come in and he’s running to snatch Miguel’s phone.

“Hi! My name is Gabriel, the better O’Hara. It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“Oh my gosh,” Miguel watches as you gasp. “It’s like another Miguel!”

Miguel snickers as Gabriel groans loudly in annoyance.

“I don’t look like him. He looks like me!” Gabriel pouts.

“Well, you both sport that same O’Hara pout.”

Gabriel and you chat for a long time. Miguel had to cut the conversation short when Gabriel started to tell embarrassing stories from their childhood.

“Alright, you’re done,” Miguel says and snatches the phone back.

“Aw, but we were just getting to the good stuff!”

“Yeah!” you say. “I wanna know how you messed up the science lab in middle school!”

“Nuh uh, Gabri is running his mouth too much. Get out.”

“I can’t wait to see you in person!” Gabriel shouts as Miguel pushes him towards the door. “You can meet my girlfriend too! She’ll love you!”

“I can’t wait,” you say, laughing as Miguel struggles to detach Gabriel’s fingers from the doorway.

GymRat!Miguel who talks to you on the phone until you fall asleep. You look adorable as you’re blissful to the outside world. Your cheek is squished on your pillow.

He has the urge to bite it like it’s mochi.

“Buenas noches, mi amor,” he whispers before he closes his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of your breaths.

He didn’t know that you were still partially awake to hear him.

GymRat!Miguel who picks you up and spins you around after the break. You squeal in shock, surprised that he could pick you up in the first place.

“Baby, I lift much heavier weights at the gym. This is nothing,” Miguel stares at you as if you have two heads when you comment on it.

You’re in a daydream the rest of the day because of that fact.

GymRat!Miguel who joins you on your late study nights in the library closer to finals. You two always sit at one of the tables hidden by the giant bookshelves.

It was nice and cozy. Quiet and roomy.

It was also a great place to makeout.

Every time you got a set of flashcards memorized, Miguel would pull you in his lap and devour you with kisses. It was a great motivation and a welcomed distraction.

It always ended up getting a little too heated and Miguel would have to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

Sometimes you would feel so delirious that you wanted him to stay so you could crawl under the table and take care of his problems for him.

That was definitely the multiple late nights talking.

GymRat!Miguel who is super bummed out by the time Christmas break starts because you two can’t find a proper time to meet.

You have to visit several other family member’s houses and his biological dad wants his family to join him and his family at some ski resort before the week of Christmas.

George O’Hara was not turning down a free vacation.

You told him to cheer up and enjoy the snow and jacuzzis. Miguel couldn’t help but to think that the jacuzzi would be better with you on top of him in it.

And when Gabriel annoys him, he didn’t mind all that much because that was his baby brother whom he loves dearly. It was when Kron, his step-brother, would run his mouth that Miguel would seriously get annoyed.

He’s been competing with Miguel ever since he caught on to the fact that his dad had a secret love child.

Right now though, he was pissing Miguel off.

First, it was fighting Miguel over a snowboard. Then, it was taking the last elk burger and not even finishing it. Next, trying to knock him off balance right as he got off of the ski lift.

It was as if he was 8 and not 20.

His final straw was when he was being a dick towards Gabriel. All Gabriel was trying to do was bring them together and Kron cursed at him.

Even Miguel doesn’t tell Gabriel to fuck off.

“What is up with you? Don’t cuss at him. He didn’t do anything to you,” Miguel unlocks himself from his snowboard, ready to leave.

“It’s ok, Migs,” Gabriel held his hand out, knowing how this could end.

“No it’s not. He’s been nothing but a dickhead to you, to us, this entire trip. I’m sick of it. Go be annoying somewhere else, Kron.”

“Dad,” Miguel shouts out. Both George and Tyler looked over at him in concern. Miguel didn’t feel like directing himself towards a specific person. “I��m going to the room, I’ll be back down for dinner.”

Tyler wanted to run after him. George was eyeing Tyler for even reacting to Miguel’s cries. Nancy and Conchata just stood in confusion.

“He, uh, he probably just needs a breather. Maybe he’ll talk to his girlfriend!” Gabriel said trying to lighten the mood.

“Girlfriend? What girlfriend? I didn’t hear about any girlfriend,” Tyler says, saddened that he was being left out.

“Shit,” Gabriel mumbled to himself.

“You don’t live in our home, Tyler. Of course you don’t know,” George says, a bit peeved.

“What George means to say is that it’s all new. Fresh! Even I haven’t met the girl,” Conchata slides in matter of factly.

“Tyler should know her, being that she was the one who emailed him with our son’s case,” George grumbled out.

Tyler turned to Gabriel, “Jessica?”

“Uh, no.”

Tyler then says your name with a fondness. As if he knew you like an old friend. “She was quite compelling with her words!”

“So the two of you know of her and I still don’t even know what she looks like. I never thought this day would come,” Conchata held her gloved hand over her forehead like she was about to faint.

“Why don’t we host a small dinner next year? We can get to know her that way,” Nancy chimes in.

“Guys, I really don’t think that’s necessary-”

“Nonsense, Gabriel. If this girl was willing to do something so brave for Miguel we have to meet her,” Tyler grips Gabriel’s shoulder tight. A grip that could rival his brother’s.

“That’s a great idea, Tyler! Nice co-parenting move!” Conchata holds her fist out for him to bump. He does it proudly and they walk towards one of the cabins while Nancy follows behind, discussing dinner ideas.

George only scoffs and stomps off to his room mirroring Miguel’s mannerisms.

Gabriel was screwed once Miguel finds out.

GymRat!Miguel who waits until Christmas night in his bedroom to open the gift you sent to him. He smiles at your cute message and unfolds the paper to so much. It’s a Spider-man lego mask, a customized hoodie with a doodle of you and him, two picture frames with the two of you from his birthday dinner and the Halloween party, and some polaroids that you warned him to look at by himself later.

His breath shuttered as he took him in. They were all of you in your dorm room. They started off innocent. You were smiling, laughing, staring at the camera. Then they got a little more explicit.

You had on a tank top with no bra. Your cleavage was on display. Some showed your entire body on the bed. Some showed your torso and hips, curvy and full.

Miguel felt faint.

His final straw was the last picture in the stack. It was a picture of you from behind, “Merry Christmas XX” written in cursive across the top. You had on briefs but your ass was still readable, peaking out from the bottom. There was an arch in your back as you looked over your shoulder seductively. What a tease.

You were going to send him to an early grave. And who took these pictures?

All Miguel remembers was shuddering, hips lifting off the bed as he held one of pictures high. He had to bite his shirt as to not startle the entire house.

After he cleans up, he spreads the pictures across his bare chest and clicks a photo with a lazy yet satisfied smile.

You respond back with voice memos, so happy that he loved his gift. You also send some sounding a bit needy.

Miguel calls you and talks with you all night.

This Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

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Dr. Michael Stone

Mad Scientist variant! Miguel O'Hara x Spider!f! Reader

art by @Spiderthingcoo on X

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Smut, Breeding Kink, Mild dub-con, Oral sex (F receiving), possessive behaviors, rough electroplay, Questionable morals, Dark Miguel, manhandling, yandere scientist (I guess?) P in V, isolation, edging, female anatomy, Nipple play, dumbification, Michael Stone is a walking redflag. No proofread, objectification, power play.

Summary: From all the variants of Miguel you could've encountered, you met him.

A|N: Inspired by @Spiderthingcoo and Halloween ✨

Pt. 2

Clink

The sound repetitive and echoing in your hazy mind, luring you out of the slumber you had been forced to. Eyes heavy with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

A sharp inhale gave you enough courage to part your lids enough to reckon your surroundings. Blurry and wet eyesight slowly came into a focus and clear view of where you were. A lab.

How had you ended up here? Where was Miguel? Why wasn't Lyla making fun of your passing?

The explosion, of course.

A weakened groan escaped past dry and chapped lips, while your mind tried to recollect and organize the memories it created before going on a blackout.

The mission was simple, try and track the anomaly. Rhino. But the villian wasn't up for dialogue and had sent you flying against a wall, damaging your watch. Miguel had promised to fix it once you were back at HQ.

But the damage had been severe enough to not only electrocute you, but to cause an explosion within the already open portal. A boom powerful enough to throw you out of the current timeline and swallow you into another one, much to Miguel's distress. And then, nothing.

Pure black darkness.

Pristine white walls elegantly dressed with technology you had never seen before. The machine whirrings and hummings kept your eyes wandering from one extreme to another, trying to find anything that would be out of place. To your dismay, nothing indicated to be in such state.

Except for one thing.

Sitting in a simple chair, was a man clad in white, blending in with his environment. If it wasn't for his titanium rimmed glasses and their reflection, his tan skin and a very familiar looking face, he'd go undetected under your radar.

But your ever trusting spider senses alerted you of his presence. His red eyes bore into you, stalking, awaiting; preying. Impassiveness and stoicism plastered on his beautiful face.

A glacial chill ran down your spine.

"M-Miguel?" You rasped in the admist of your drowsiness

The man's eye glinted, dangerous and curious as he stood. His hair wavy and silky, graciously slicked back, His smirk deepened as he walked right before you, watching you with such marvel it made your breath hitch.

"Michael." The Boss' doppelganger corrected.

A stupor spreaded through your legs. Your arms had gone numb long ago. Another late realization as you looked at your limbs, expanded and trapped in the metal contraption, like a crucifix. Your legs remained separated, toes barely touching the floor and completely bare before him.

Panic rose as he placed a white gloved and immaculate hand on your cheek. Miguel was always speaking about the variants of the villains that he often forgot to mention about his own.

This one in particular was one to be extremely wary of. Dr. Michael Stone, acknowledged son of Tyler Stone, the CEO of Alchemax. A scientist obsessed with the spider DNA his team had recollected many years ago.

"Dr. Michael Stone, Mike for the friends."

He cupped your face and kissed you deeply. Tongue sweeping on your trembling mouth, taking a taste of you. He let you go with an appreciative hum. His thumbs pressed on your now glistening lips to pry them open, taking a glance on your teeth. Your breath fanned his face as he explored your mouth with his thumbs initially.

"Healthy breath and teeth, no fangs, sadly" the doctor mumbled to himself while catching your tongue in between his thumb and index finger, pulling it enough to examinate it's length.

You whimpered at the pain. Saliva escaping your mouth, which he collected quickly in a little glass vial. His fingers typed in the data in a holo-pad that materialized next to him.

His face was deranged, a soft blush crept on his sharp cheeks. He had stumbled upon a gold mine.

The drowsiness had left your body entirely, fear and nausea replacing it. Modesty or shame weren't in Michael's vocabulary. Nipples perked at the cool air that invaded the lab.

He brought a little table with several pieces of something he had been tinkering with.

"Your little contraption seems something too advanced for people in your world. Sadly the damage is too great to salvage something."

He displayed the now burnt pieces of the watch, pieces you supposed were the core of its functioning.

"For how long have you been a mutant?"

"Years." Voice meek, he nodded as he kept typing away, without looking much your direction, too deep in the screen and the data displaying on it.

"Is there any others like me?"

You gulped. Your brief silence had been enough answer for him.

"I see." His grin turned into a devious chuckle, "I suppose there is one of me that is like you, isn't it?"

Upon hearing no answer of you, he pressed a button, where a sudden electricity jolt coursed through your body. Earning him a pained yelp from you.

"I don't appreciate your silence, cariño. Now, when was the last time your period came?"

Your body lingered in unpleasant waves of the shocking aftermath. Soft breaths turned into short and shallow pants, anger rising again.

"I don't remember" You admitted curtly and uncomfortable by the direction the interrogation was taking course.

"Have you had children before?"

The question made you blink stupidly at him while sneered at your reaction and cleared his throat. Keeping at bay the ominous thoughts already forming in his wicked brain.

"N-No." You mumbled and his lips pursed in a wolfish grin it sent an ill feeling through your chest. Your brain's danger alarms flared, begging you to run away as fast as you could. But how such thing would be achieved when you were nearly T qposing, naked, before a man that had everything but good intentions with you.

"There's always a first." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. The hidden promise in his words had you struggling against your prison but it stopped as he sent another electric jolt through your body.

You groaned both painfully and annoyed in between raged pants.

"Let me go! " He could only cackle at your waning order.

"But why would I do such thing, cariño?" His fingers tracing the slope of your jaw, "Not when I have found the perfect vessel for my lineage to develop."

Heart thumped wildly on your chest, threatening to escape up your throat.

"P-Please, let me go."

Something dern recoiled in his eyes, pleading was futile, even though he loved the way you pronounced such words.

"Can't do. In fact, I think production should start right away."

He beamed and your heart sunk. Hopefully Miguel caught your signal before the gizmo was broken for good. Attention snapping on a pair of eyes that danced around your body. He licked his lips while loosening his tie. His glasses were removed.

Your chest heaved with anxiety, but he kneeled before you, pushing your outer folds away to reach the forbidden prize he was set in devouring, your clit. It twitched and contracted when his thumb stroked it softly. Michael didn't waste time and sunk himself between your thighs.

"N-No!" You panted while trying to squeeze his head away from your thighs, but his grip was steely. His tongue assaulted your cunt with such intensity it had you clenching your jaw and panting within seconds.

Strong and moist muscle dribbled down your pussy, teasing around your quivering hole. His plump lips captured your little nub of nerves in between them, to then apply pressure within strong sucking motions. Your hips bucked, nearly melting at the powerful sensations the scientist dragged you to.

The slick of your labia increased making his motions smoother, vicious and wet. You could feel him resting his head on your lower belly as his mouth ate you like a starved man. A lap here, a dribbling up and down there and it had your mouth gaping open.

"Fuck" You tried to lurch forward but the upper restrictions on your limbs could only allow much movement. Your head heavy with lust blown and fearful thoughts, making it loll side to side, shaking off the pleasure that crawled all the way up, trying to fog your judgment completely.

The goal however was accomplished when his tongue delved in your hole, fucking it with such expertise it had your breath slurred and blown from your lungs.

His moist muscle curled, coiled and slurped at your cunt. Twirling and gathering your juices in his mouth. As dangerous as he was, Michael seemed a connoisseur of the female anatomy. And he ate like a starved man, like his life and investigation depended on it.

Your head was thrown back, just like your eyes in their sockets. Breaths turned erratic when his hands squeezed the round of your breast. Maneuvering your perky nipples a little too rough. He pinched, pulled and slapped them, matching the merciless pace of his assailant lips.

Teeth ground together, jaw clenched and trapping in the moans he rightfully had earned. Your hands managed to fist in the admist of the numbness they had been subdued to.

His tongue ventured deeper with moist and gulping movements, the tip of his nose buried in your pubic mound, keeping you in place from squirming too much, chasing that relief that would bring you a bit of peace to your tortured cunt. Heat pooled in his mouth, pressure tightening, edging you to an endless and dangerous spiral of tempting corruption.

A strangled whine came off your throat as he stopped and looked up at you. Darkened pupils wide, absorbing the red iris upon the sight of you.

Perfect, beatific even.

You were the perfect vessel for him. Lips flushed in need, exhaling the stimulation out of your system. A rapturous expression on your face, like a virgin that had been worshipped, and he was the chosen one to corrupt such grimace. His tie was removed completely and tossed somewhere.

With a tap of the holo-pad, your restrains were loosened, and you fell on the floor with a thud. A little groan as your body made contact with the cold tiles, blood rushing back to your limbs, leaving a prickling sensation all the way down your hands, awakening them.

As much as you hated to admit that you had enjoyed it, the rational side of you took control again, urging you to an attempt of escape while you crawled on your fours. Your suit had been discarded on one of the trash bins.

A strong hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him, wobbly and feeble legs trembled at the forced attempt of standing up, only for your torso to be slammed against a nearby metal table. Air knocking out of your lungs with a 'oomph'

"You are going nowhere."

Despite the overall nerd-ish look, he was strong. Strong and big enough to pin your arms effortlessly before you, to then place a pair of metallic hoops on your wrist that instantly adhered at the table. Magnetic handcuffs, of course.

Breast flattened against the metal, unruly strands of hair obscured your sight, his agitated breath fanning over the crook of your neck. Rear was positioned in the perfect pose to expose both your holes. Pussy glistening with a mix of his saliva and your own slick.

"Marvelous. We are about to create the Opus Magna of my investigation. Aren't you excited, bonita?"

Your ears perked ominously at the unbuckling and fumbling of his pants.

"You have no idea how long I've awaited for a chance like this." His flushed tip rubbed between your folds, coating himself before aligning to your drenched hole. He tittered while taking a vice like grip on your hips and with a sudden motion, he buried inch by inch inside your gummy and sticky walls.

"Miguel!" You cried as he sheathed to the hilt, stretching you a bit past your limits. Fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled back with force. Granting him a pathetic yelp from you.

"Michael." He growled into your ear, "I am no bound by weaknesses unlike that defective copy of mines. But don't you worry..."

His tone venomous, "I'll make you learn my name one way or another." He slid a hand around your neck and squeezed a whimper out of you, "You're here to stay after all."

Callous fingers slid back to your hips, groping and grounding himself before he pushed in. A strangled moan came before air was cut short again by his firm and deep thrusting, allowing you to adjust enough to his girth. It was scary how perfect he fit inside, reinforcing his belief you were made specially for him and the explosion had been the catalyst for his plan to build a superior form of being, set in track.

Not only had he been granted a subject he had been chasing for nearly a decade, but now, he couldn't just study you, but also impregnate you. And what a better coincidence when you were reaching your most fertile days. Or so the data had dictated, and data didn't lie.

"With me." A deep cackle erupted from his mouth as an onslaught of merciless thrust were delivered between your supple and plump glutes, making them jiggle at his rutting.

A garbled and shaky moan escaped your lips, eyes wide at the core shaking pace he had settled. Toes curled and your hands fisted against the metallic handcuffs, trying to anchor yourself once more to something as the table creaked violently underneath both. The pressure on your clit increased as his balls slapped it, sending jolts through your body.

Your cunt received him with an obsence slurp, swallowing him whole over and over, hole moulded to his thick shaft, leaving you empty every time he slid out, only to be refilled impossibly deep with a pitiless plow.

You were a mewling and wailing mess underneath his formidable frame. Torso rock hard, just like the throbbing cock inside your snug and drenched pussy.

The room and you were the only witnesses of his borderline animalistic growls and snarls, set into his goal to fill you to the brim the times he saw it fit. After all, no experiment was successful without trial and error.

All you could hear was the rough slapping of your flesh melding together in a rough display of power where he indisputably had the upper hand.

Fire licked at every inch of your skin, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, blurring your sight with overstimulation. He gave you no time to properly breath, too lost in wrecking your cunt to care, enraptured in the thrill your flesh offered him.

A firm slap on your jiggling ass granted him a choked wail, one of the few indicators you still remained conscious and holding it together. He frowned.

It wasn't enough, he wanted nothing more than your ruin. Having you subdued to him, both in mind and body. Stubborn nature couldn't just leave you fucked physically. The need to possess you in all it's wholeness took over him. You'd be his, and if he had to face his counterpart to keep you by his side, then so be it.

Michael stilled for a moment, giving you precious seconds to catch a much needed breath. He removed the lab coat and shirt, exposing his sweaty and well sculpted torso. Your legs trembled, your brain buzzed with all sort of sensations, the metal fogged with every deep breath you gave against it, if it wasn't for the restrains in your wrist, you'd certainly be on the floor, since your legs were giving up in supporting you.

A little drool streak escaped the corner of your lips, connecting to the space underneath you. Your hair was pulled back with a mild yank, forcing your spine to arch. The Fibonacci sequence would draw perfectly in the curvature of your flexible spine. One of the many perks of being a spiderwoman.

His frame swallowed you once more as he propped your right thigh on the table, granting him more access to delve in deeper into you.

" Ohmygod" you howled at how full and deep your insides were. He smirked at your words, "I can't... I can't-"

"You are more than capable of taking me, pequeña." A deep thrust and he had you sobbing, "Don't disappoint me now."

He rasped in blown inhales.

Your brain was melting just like your body. Instead of unceasing and swift slaps of flesh, steady and rhythmic plunges filled in the void space. Your mouth did nothing but nonsensical gabbling. Occasionally praising him with a coherent lewd curse or a whine.

Eyelids drooped a bit too low as your mouth went completely ajar, exhaling weakly. The weight of his frame pressing against you, slotting perfectly on your back. His hips dug into yours remorselessly, then you felt his arm hooking underneath your lower belly in a possessive embrace, letting the once punished breasts to bounce freely as he pounded relentlessly into you.

The second he skimmed on your tender skin, your body went taut and your brain shut off for a second, overheated by the mind shattering orgasm crashing over you. Only then your body was allowed to go limp on his arms, but that didn't stop him from giving a few more core shaking thrusts before emptying himself inside you. Flooding your womb with his hot load.

"Mi...Michael-" You croaked almost imperceptibly at the canvas he was making out of your insides.

Oh the joy of knowing he'd have a superior offspring made his wicked brain tingle. A malicious laugh escaped him upon admiring your current state. Fucked out and full of him, to the brim like he had promised. Michael Stone was a man of word.

When he had poured the last drop of cum inside, he pulled out to pick himself up. Underwear and pants secured back on his waist. His discarded lab coat covered his upper frame once more, body too heated to keep adding layers of clothing. He released the handcuffs off your wrist and caught you before your body slumped on the floor.

He rewarded your outlasting with a deep yet brief smooch, which you recoiled from. It didn't matter. You'd learn to tolerate his presence soon enough.

His arms carried you like a ragdoll. A doll that somehow still refused to be tamed, adding more dry bones to the raging obsession fire. You struggled from his grip but he didn't budge, a cruel laugh met you instead as he waltzed you to an empty room. Naked with jelly-like legs that didn't cooperate, angry and fearful and powerless.

He tossed you onto the bed and marched back towards the entrance. Proud of your lack of strength to retaliate and cunt full of his cum. His seed would do it's job soon enough. He had waited years, a bit more won't hurt him.

The thought of your belly rounding up with his child made his deep gaze to lock on you over his shoulder for a moment.

"Welcome to my world, querida." His cheeks spreaded in a wicked smirk before disappearing into the light, locking you out from freedom and hope.

Darkness drowned you, like his obsession. Dr. Michael Stone had finally achieved a breakout in his investigation. And he had no intentions of letting you go. Not until you produced the many heirs he had in mind.

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politemenacephd · 3 months

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Monster!Mig Vol. 3 (+18)

Symbiote!Miguel O'Hara X GN!Reader

Content: Consensual kink, Threesome, Heavy Dom/Sub, Degrading language, Some brat taming, Oral (reader recieving), Light Bondage, Spanking, Rough sex, Double Penetration.

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Word Count: 2400

You couldn’t move.

You were on the floor, face down, and the wood was cold on your cheek. It was smooth enough that your skin was sliding across it. Squeak, squeak, one after the other.

It was so warm. You felt tingles in your belly.

You were being moved, but you couldn’t move yourself, because tendrils thick as muscle were holding you taut against the floor.

You weren’t permitted to move because you were being useful right now. His useful little pet. You wanted to be useful, didn’t you? To your two boys? You wanted to be worthy of their time and attention?

Of course, you’d breathed, you wanted to be useful.

And so you were being used. Your pants had been stripped and your panties with them, torn to shreds, but your shirt had been left as a mocking little consolation prize.

Your legs were gripped in thick back tendrils, ones that pulsed and shifted with white veins, and those tendrils were keeping them spread. They were keeping them still. They were keeping you still, submissive and obedient, so the owner of said tendrils could get at what he wanted.

Miguel was fully enveloped by his symbiote parasite, and he was between your legs, and his tongue was in your cunt.

Your hips bucked involuntarily as you felt it moving.

It was so fucking wet, so fucking warm, not to mention unnervingly thick. The slimy appendage was wide enough that it stretched you out and left a sharp ache in your core. It was deliciously mismatched, the pain and the pleasure.

It was deeply uncanny how much movement it had.

You were used to his thick shaft, firm and hard as it squished in and out, but this? It had so much muscle movement, so much dexterity, and you could feel it tasting you. It wasn’t interested in moving in and out.

You could feel his razor teeth right up against your plump little ass, just barely grazing the folds of your labia. He had pushed his mouth as close as he could to get every inch of his tongue inside you.

This was why you had to be still, no matter how much you wanted to mewl and beg. Even the smallest movement could impale you on his teeth.

‘M-Miguel’ you whimpered. That earned you a sharp squeeze from the black sinew.

‘F-Fuck—’

With a resoundingly wet pop his tongue snaked its way out of you, leaving a literal puddle of saliva and slick to accumulate on the wood beneath you. It clung to you, hot and sticky against the skin, stringy and thick. You heard the curdled clicking in the symbiotes throat as he leered over your back.

‘Miguel’s not here right now’ Venom purred in that gravelly voice, ‘but he’s watching, and you promised to be a good little pet for me. For us. Now do you want to behave, or do you want me to bite you again?’

‘Yes’ you panted, ‘yes, I-I’m sorry.’

‘Good.’ With that one, deep, echoing word, he lowered himself back and continued his work. You felt every inch of this thick, pink muscle as it snaked its way back inside you.

‘Mmm—Mmm—’

You heard his claws scrape the wood as he manoeuvred himself around.

Fuck. You were going to cum.

You couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t. You were fighting the urge but it was building, straining, like water boiling over the edge of a pot. You were almost teary from the effort of pushing it back.

You weren’t supposed to move. That was the order. If you came now, you’d ruin your goodwill.

Pretty little tears covered your lashes. He was moving his tongue back and forth, furiously grinding its thick texture into the walls of your cunt.

You begged your body to stop, but it wouldn’t listen. It felt too good. So fucking sweet, so velvety, so alien, this huge pulsing organ carefully examining your insides. He kept bumping your g-spot with the flat side of his tongue, and every movement was like the massage of a finger.

He just kept fucking pushing it.

Your legs began to shake from the strain. You were tensing so hard that your thighs were in agony, the muscles burning from being squeezed so tight. Your ankles ached from your feet twisting and twitching.

Your core was on fire. Fuck. Every slip, every wet slurp, every twirl and slither of that fat tongue, it dragged you closer.

With an unrestrainable scream you orgasmed.

You heard him grunt as you clenched his tongue, your tight cunt tensing and untensing with each wave as they hit you. You were a mewling, drooling mess, your hips bucking for more.

Thank God he didn’t take offense. He could have delivered quite a sharp bite to your rear for your insolence, but he seemed to be enjoying your pathetic display. Plus, he was getting plenty of personal enjoyment from seeing you cream all over his huge tongue. It tasted good.

As each ripple of pleasure got lighter and lighter you began to collapse, your muscles too worn to hold your own weight. You felt Venom slip out of you with another loud pop.

‘Ah… disobedient little fleshbag’ he growled. You winced as his claws hit your bare back.

‘What do we do with you?’

Oh no. You had offended him, and now he was approaching.

Each movement he made created a thud on the floor. You couldn’t see him, as you had been bid to look only downward, but you could see the edge of his shadow moving closer. It completely eclipsed your own.

‘What do you say? Do we punish?’ Venom purred. You saw the shadow parting, revealing just an inch of Miguel’s silhouette. You heard his familiar grunt and openly whined.

‘They know what they get if they don’t do as told’ Miguel said. His voice was sharp, commanding but still tinged with affection. He was soft when he barked at you to do what he needed, what he wanted, unlike Venom who demanded it without delay.

You felt the symbiote sinew disperse on his hand, leaving the warm flesh of Miguel’s palm lingering on your lower back. He raised his hand and you instinctively tensed.

SMACK

Your body jolted as his palm hit your left buttock. It was a sharp sting but not meaningfully painful. You’d felt it enough times to be used to it now; it was a light warning, a tease he knew you would beg for.

‘I want to mate with it. You wanna double up?’ Venom purred. You knew he’d be whispering in Miguel’s ear, teasing him with the scent of your cunt on his tongue. You knew he couldn’t resist it.

‘Mm. Sure. But I get that’ Miguel said, gesturing at your soaking hole with his claw. He brushed you ever so lightly, not enough to cut but enough to make you whimper.

‘You can have everything else’ he finished. Venom seemed eager to oblige.

‘Deal’ he purred, ‘the mouth is my favourite.’

You felt your body being bound by that thick symbiote sinew as the two got into position. Miguel was holding you in doggy style with his claws on your hips, and Venom was extending his body around your waist and rear. He snaked across your skin until he reached your head, and there he gripped your nape like a cat to keep you still.

‘Good. You ready to make up for disobeying?’ Miguel asked.

‘Y-Yes, sir, yes’ you whimpered.

‘Louder’ he barked.

‘Yes, sir!’ you said a little louder. It wasn’t enough. You felt a small, threatening tap on your rear, a warning to obey.

‘Louder’ Miguel and Venom hissed in unison.

You deliberately bit your lip. ‘Mm… yes, sir’ you whispered.

Just as you’d hoped they delivered a firm slap to your right buttock, one that left a throbbing red mark where it’d struck. You breathlessly gasped, and much to your embarrassment, clenched with such delight that you squirted onto Miguel’s thigh. He gingerly brushed the thick pearly slick aside.

‘You don’t fuck with me. You do as told’ Miguel hissed. You were reminded, then, that your soft, stoic Miguel wasn’t here right now; this was Miguel when he was hungry, when you were supposed to be obeying. This was the game, and he was playing his part.

‘Louder’ he repeated through gritted teeth.

‘Ah… Ah, mm—yes sir!’ you cried. ‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good.’

Now satisfied Miguel waved Venom aside at his groin, allowing his erect cock to fall out. He let it fall onto your ass with a smack. Predictably you jolted, which earned you a chuckle from him.

He fisted his cock in order to line it up with your pussy, and Venom simultaneously began feeding his thick tendrils around your ass. You could feel them both nudging in unison. Fuck, this was going to be hard. You had to brace yourself internally.

Even when slippery wet you could feel the stretch of Miguel’s shaft as it pushed in about an inch or so, easily squeezing those tender walls apart.

And Venom, fuck, he was stroking your ass without mercy, waiting for the call to push in deep. He did use his tongue to at least somewhat lubricate you, eagerly slathering your hole with his spit.

Miguel grunted. ‘You ready, slut?’ he asked. You shakily nodded.

‘Yes. Yes, I’m—’

Your response was cut off as they both pushed into you at the same time. You were split open, utterly spit roasted between the two in mere seconds. A breathless wheeze escaped your lips.

For a few minutes they were ruthless, eagerly pulsing in and out of your tight little holes, forcing you down into the floor with each thrust. You couldn’t do anything but scream and moan and beg. You were stuffed to the point of being immobile.

Miguel’s shaft was hefty as it pumped you, the veins rubbing right up against your most sensitive spots, and Venom was using his tendril like his tongue in order to feel every inch of you.

It was unbearable. It was just what you wanted. It was just what you deserved.

‘Ride me’ Miguel barked as he came to a stop.

You whimpered and obeyed, awkwardly moving your hips up and down on his shaft. It was hard to find a rhythm when you were so tightly bound, and especially when Venom was still mercilessly fucking you from behind.

‘M-Miguel’ you gasped.

‘Harder’ Miguel barked. You started to frantically rock your hips back and forth. Fuck, he was so big. His thick shaft and Venom’s thick tendrils were practically kissing as they both moved in and out of your body, separated by just a thin bit of flesh. You knew they enjoyed feeling the other as they bullied you between them.

To distract you from the roughness Venom shifted his head, allowing it to materialize in front of your face. His tongue snaked out and began to tenderly brush your lips. With hazy eyes you parted your mouth, allowing him access to your own tongue.

‘Mm… Mm—’

Your moans were muffled as he started winding his tongue around yours. You could taste yourself in his saliva.

‘HARDER!’

Miguel’s sharp snap, when taken alongside the even sharper slap of his palm to your rear, pushed you to start grinding harder. You were frantic, desperate for his approval. You heard him groan as you started slamming your pussy back onto his shaft.

‘Dios mío—’

His claws sank into your waist as he gave in and started to thrust again, using the momentum of your own frantic grinding to push himself deeper. You could feel him bullying your cervix with his member, which when joined with the stretching pain of Venom filling your anal entrance led to quite the overstimulation. Your nails dug at the soft wood floor.

‘F-FUCK—Fuck, careful, please—’ you begged.

Miguel instinctively slowed down until you could adjust to the sudden roughness. He was still deep, gently spanking your behind with his pelvis as he pumped his shaft, but he let you relax a little before picking up speed again.

‘That’s it’ he praised, ‘good. That’s it. You can take it.’

‘I-I can take it’ you panted.

‘You can take it’ he repeated, and he emphasised each word with one hard, slow thrust. You moaned.

‘You can take it’ Venom purred back. His tongue lapped at your neck as he watched your eyes roll.

They could both feel that you were on the edge.

‘You’re not allowed to cum before us’ Miguel snapped breathlessly, never slowing his bucking hips. ‘You know that. Hold it.’

You dug your nails into your fists in an attempt to keep it down, but Venom was working against you. They both were. Despite their order Miguel deliberately angled himself at your g-spot, pounding you into a mewling mess, while venom used his tentacle to stimulate your swollen clit.

You squirmed desperately. ‘Please—Please, I can’t’ you panted, ‘please—please—’

‘Don’t. cum’ Miguel barked.

But it was too late.

You orgasmed violently, your whole body shaking in their grip, and as you clenched him Miguel also tipped. He groaned as he unloaded into your creamy little cunt, filling it to the brim, and Venom hissed as he rode off the shared high of his ejaculation.

Once Miguel had spent himself painting your insides you collapsed into the hard wooden floor, your chest heaving with each breath. You were exhausted. You were sensitive beyond reason. With a soft whine you began to slowly drag yourself off of his cock, all while trying to ignore the erotic sensation of your slick and his cum pooling and oozing out as you moved.

But you weren’t done.

‘No, no.’

Miguel gripped your waist, pulling the skin and fat like clothing as he tugged you back over. He slid you back down his cock in a way that made you mewl.

‘You came first’ he snapped. You could hear he was still breathless. ‘You disobeyed, for the second time. You need to learn a lesson.’

You whined as he spread your legs wider with his knee. Venom chuckled as he got back into position.

‘We will fuck you, again, until you learn to control yourself. Until you cum when told, you take it. Understood?’

‘Y-Yes, yes sir’ you whimpered, and just like that he started pumping you again.

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thefangirlfever · 4 months

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The studious type (a Miguel O'hara fanfic, 18+, MDNI)

Summary: Boyfriend Miguel helping you relax during your finals week.

Tags: F/M, afab reader, College AU, established relationship, smut, oral sex (F. receiving), Miguel being a munch (because I can), use of condoms, masturbation, thigh riding, PIV penetration, fluff, soft Miguel O’hara, a bit of dirty talk, aftercare

Note: Finals are not the only thing coming… Very self-indulgent. My first time trying this format, hope you like it.

I am too tired and I don’t have much time, so please, accept this blurb instead of a real story ToT

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Saying that you are anxious for your upcoming finals is an understatement. You keep on pulling all-nighter after all-nighter, taking micro nap sometimes, eating only instant noodles… Finals are really taking a toll on your physical and mental health. And it shows. You also start to get tired and more susceptible.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, Miguel. Not only does he notice all of this but he also tries to help you as much as he can.

He also has to think about his own finals but that doesn’t stop him from texting you every day, making sure you’re eating enough, taking some naps and just to check on you in general. He is not really prone to public displays of affection or such things but he cares. And his way to show it is by his actions, as small as they may seem.

The two of you also had shared study session. It didn’t matter that you had different classes and majors. You would just keep helping each other, exchanging glances from time to time… And each time Miguel would feel you close to falling asleep, he would either tell you to rest or wake you up with a gentle nudge, depending on the time of the day.

Always brings your favorite snacks to make sure you have eaten at least one thing.

He doesn’t say it but you really amaze him. You’re always motivated, determined to do your best no matter what. One would even call you a perfectionist but that doesn’t bother him. He is really supportive of you in everything you make. You got a presentation? He’ll gladly listen to you as if he was your future audience. You could be talking about something he knows nothing about and he would still be 100% invested in your speech, asking questions afterward… You want to write a phd thesis? He got your back. You want to spend more time than it’s necessary on a paper because the topic matters to you? He will proofread you.

Needless to say, you gladly do the same for him. In fact he likes when you ask questions about what he is working on. And it’s actually endearing to see him geek out about things like dark energy, quantum physics and other things that would usually bore you to death.

After every study session, he walks with you to your bus/ subway station. You usually don’t talk much since you are both tired. Sometimes he would take your hand and slips his fingers between yours without saying anything about it.

Always texts you to make sure you did get back home safely.

You can be sure that the last day of your exam (or a few days after if his finals end later), the two of you will have one of your usual date nights.

Depending on how tired he is, he would either cook something or order take out. If he cooks something, you always make sure to bring something of your own. Even if he tells you that you don’t have to, he always ends up eating what you bring because he is a sweet tooth.

You’re usually too tired after finals to do anything else than just sitting on his couch, watching a movie the two of you probably already watched a hundred of times but that doesn’t matter. There’s something comfortable in what’s predictable.

And every part of this evening is predictable. From you falling asleep while the two of you cuddle to him gently playing with your hair in order to keep you awake. If it’s cold outside, you are wrapped under a warm blanket that covers each of your limbs. His hand that holds your waist slowly drifts to your thigh and draws lazy shape over it. He is not even thinking about it; it has become a habit of his.

Just like the way you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck while wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Was it the most comfortable position? Not. Did you care? Also no.

The night would usually end with Miguel having to carry you to bed since you passed out on the couch.

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But sometimes the night would take an unexpected turn. All these days and even weeks spent studying had left the two of you filled with pent-up sexual frustration. And no alone time was the same as the intimacy you guys wanted.

You’re sitting on Miguel’s lap in front of the TV, but none of you are really paying attention to the movie at this point of the night.

He is too distracted by the scent of your hair since your head is so close to his face. His fingers playing with the locks of your hair are not enough for him. He has reached this part of the night where he wants more. He kisses the top of your head in an attempt to test the waters, see if you’re in the same mood.

He would make it look like it’s nothing, or an accident but the two of you know each other too well. After the third kiss, you understand what he has in mind. And you’ve been thinking the same thing all night long, if not longer. These last weeks have been nothing but frustration and you’re more than ready to give in.

You lean further into his embrace, clearly indicating your will to go further. You do this in a nonchalant way, as if it was nothing but he noticed the way your thighs brush against his and how you rest more of your weight near his crotch region.

The hand that was on your lower back supporting you slowly snakes up along your spine until it rests on the back of your neck. His free hand drifts toward your thigh to draw lazy shapes over it. But this time he is deliberately thinking about the moves he makes. His fingertips brush over you as if it was an accident once again, it’s barely a flicker.

The back of his fingers drag along the curve of your thigh, running over your skin until he reaches your knees. He repeats this movement over and over before gripping your thighs more intently. His fingers dig into your flesh, making you feel very aware of his presence behind you. He would usually use his thumb to draw small circles on your inner thigh, eliciting a trail of goosebumps all along.

While the two of you played this little game, you never look at each other. On your side, you still pretend that nothing’s happening, keeping your eyes on the TV but still pushing yourself more against him. He can feel your chest presses against his, your hair brushing his chin and at some point, you’re practically just sitting on his groin.

As the evening goes on, Miguel’s hands get bolder with his actions. He squeezes your thigh from time to time before eventually bringing it under your shirt, avoiding the spot you want him on on purpose. His warm touch on your stomach makes you squirm on top of him. The way your hips shift doesn’t help with his growing erection and his hand on your neck keep you in place, holding you in a careful but firm way.

Without saying a word, his fingertips dance their way over the curve of your belly. He makes sure to trace over the folds of your skin, of every roll on your tummy, to just explore and take in the softness of your belly. He can’t wait for the moment his face will make contact with it. Your skin is too smooth to resist it in his opinion.

You’re a blushing mess at this point and you don’t dare looking at what his hands are doing on you. Your breath gets a little more shallow with every stroke of his on your stomach. He leans closer and brings his face to the crook of your neck, nibbling your skin while making fun of you for not being attentive to the movie playing in the background. When he sees how flustered your are, he decides to act upon it.

“Got something else on your mind?”

You just nod your head and tighten your grip on his shoulder. But he has other plans for you. The hand behind your neck now grabs your waist and makes you sit still over his bulge. Your eyes are on the TV and your mind is on Miguel’s body.

His fingertips brush over your crotch, making you squirm more. Your butt rubs against his crotch and he can’t hide a smile this time. His fingertips barely tap over your crotch before his middle finger rubs over your slit. He then rubs two of his fingers over your groin, pushing his fingers against the fabric of your pants, rubbing his fingers in circle… When he gets too frustrated by the fabric covering you, he asks you if he can just take it off.

“Wanna feel you closer, muñeca...” That’s what he would usually whisper into your ear before kissing your earlobe. You can feel his warm breath, his voice almost shaking with desire as he toys with your zipper. A nod of you and your pants are pulled down your thighs. He doesn’t wait for you to remove them fully or even take off your underwear. His eager finger keeps rubbing you over the fabric of your panties until a damp spot appears in the front.

You lost the count of time as the minutes pass. You’re making a mess of yourself, rubbing yourself on him and when he finally pulls down your underwear and his hand cups your sex, the two of you let out a low moan. His fingers find their way through your bush and he rubs your labia, waiting for you to let him know when you’re ready to take him.

You bite down your lower lip and completely leans back against his body. He wraps his arm around you, holding you tightly and making sure you’re comfortable. Miguel then kisses your cheek. He rubs his nose against your skin, kisses your jawline before nuzzling his face in the crook of your nick, kissing and lapping at your skin.

The movie has already come to an end and in the silence of the room, your moans and Miguel’s heavy breath are the only thing that can be heard. His hooked fingers stimulate your clitoris and when you get comfortable enough, he starts thrusting them in and out of you, almost scissoring you.

He then brings his attention to your clitoris, rubbing it in slow motions. He can feel it throbbing under his fingertips and that makes him moan against the skin of your neck. His warm breath raises all the small hair on your nape and you’re getting hot and bothered. His words aren’t helping either.

“I’ll be damned if I don’t taste you before the end of the night. Been craving this pussy of yours for day now...”

When he catches you trying to relieve yourself of all the tension, he whispers “What are you doing?” There’s no anger in his voice, just pure astonishment. “You know you could just ask…”

The mischief in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He likes seeing you this needy and you can feel it. Your body writes on top of him and your shoulders slouch down when you whisper his name. You know what he wants to hear and you finally surrender when the teasing gets too overwhelming. “Please, Miguel…”

Your needy voice gets him to smile again. He leaves an affectionate kiss on the back of your neck before pulling his fingers out. He wouldn’t mind having his way with you here and there but he has more self-control than that. He gently kisses your shoulder before lifting your body up.

He usually carries you to the bedroom, helping you lay down the bed while the two of you undress. When your clothes are discarded on the floor and he is busy looking for the box of condoms in his nightstand, you take a good look at him. You watch his figure being drawn by the shadows in the room and your gaze lingers on his back. From his shoulders to the small of his back, your eyes trail down his spine. You smile when you see his back dimples and he catches you staring.

With a cheeky grin on his face, he gets back on the bed. You’re expecting a kiss but his lips land on your stomach. His face rests against your skin while he kisses you all over the smooth surface of your belly. Maybe it’s the scent of your lotion. Maybe it’s the way he can feel your breath catching up. Maybe it’s how close he is to your arousal and can literally smell it… he doesn’t know exactly what makes him love him love this moment but he never gets tired of kissing you there.

Of course he has to taste you after that. Each of his kisses send an electrifying feeling to your body and you can feel yourself growing more aroused. When he starts eating you out, you wrap your legs around his head and this feeling immediately gets stronger.

One of his hand holds your thigh while the other keeps teasing you. His fingers keep thrusting in and out of you while his tongue focuses on your clitoris, sucking and licking. When he feels you close, he keeps his pace steady, focused on only one thing. You. Your thighs quivering around his face, your hands holding his hair, your soft moans… He has waited too long for that and when you finally relax and release all the pressure inside you, he growls against your lips.

He quickly wipes your juice off his chin and gets up. His body towers over you, watching the aftermath of what he did to you. His thumb rubs over your sticky thighs and with his free hand, he brings his cock closer to you. You can see the red and swollen head of his member rubbing against your clit while a few moans escape his throat. He throws his head backward, his shoulders quivering as he feels himself growing more impatient.

He is still careful when he penetrates you, using a tad of lube to make this easier. And the fun part is that he gets to tease you more while rubbing it over your entrance. You wait patiently, at least you try, with your hands gripping the sheets while he gets you prepped up.

Everything feels worth it as soon as you feel him moving inside of you. He keeps his pace gentle, making the moment last as longs as possible. You’ve both been waiting too long for this for it to end too soon. Your limbs are entangled over the sheets and he melds into you. You brush away a few strands of hair from his face and he leans his cheek into your palm. His lips place a few kisses on your hand and even your wrist.

You both make sure to never break eye contact, reading on the other one’s face his emotions. He can see from your red cheeks and parted lips that you enjoy this moment. With one hand on your cheek, he leans closer and kisses the tip of your nose before whispering sweet nothings to you. It could be about how he likes your scent, your eyes, or even how good you feel wrapped around him…

Your hands travel down his back that you were admiring earlier and grabs his butt cheeks firmly when he starts to fasten his pace. You keep guiding him with not only your expressions but also your words. When he gets closer to his release, his shoulders lock tightly and you can feel every muscle on his body flex.

He is not really vocal in this moment and usually a few groans let you know that he reached his climax. However he likes hearing your small whimpers while your body writhes and arch under him. He watches you reaching your orgasm with a content smile before kissing your forehead, telling you how good you were.

The two of you stay in bed a few minutes after this moment. He doesn’t usually pull out immediately after, letting you feel him inside of your walls as his member gets back to its usual size. Even after that, you’re still locked together in a tight hug. He knows he will have to let you go at some point but for now he just wants to keep you inside his arms as long as he can.

The aftercare can vary depending on your mood. If the two of you are in a good mood or still feeling playful, you keep exchanging a few kisses. Miguel’s fingers keep running over the curves of your body, especially your stomach and your thighs. On your side, you like letting your fingers run down his spine until you reach the small of his back. Your fingers then brush against his skin in slow circles. He both loves and hates when you do that. You know he is very sensitive down there and he can’t hold back a few moans.

Some days he would help you get into your pajamas while kissing your shoulders and the back of your neck. You don’t speak that much these days but the silence is not awkward. It’s rather comforting. His fingers run down your hair and he can’t help but take in the scent of your curls. He watches you detangle your hair after a long day of work. This has easily become one of his favorite rituals of yours. When you’re done, his fingers run smoothly down your hair and he watches you in awe braid it, helping you when you ask for it. You can be sure that as soon as your nape is exposed, he will kiss it gently.

It usually doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep after this. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, even though he knows you will probably move too much during your sleep for it to be really useful. But he doesn’t care and you nestle yourself against him.

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Note: This was supposed to be really short but I got carried away ToT

Thansk for reading.

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