#werewolf!miguel o'hara

[kechiwrites]

cw: just pure smut + werewolf!miguel x reader, cause he won the poll and i wanted to get my crazy out before i start writing something longer.

Ruminating on the idea of Werewolf!Miguel expending all of his rut energy on you. Bending you nearly in half so he can bite into the plushness of your belly before he drags his tongue down the back of your thigh, just above the hood of your clit.

Werewolf!Miguel who tongue fucks you without mercy, dipping the muscle deep within your folds, growling low and hungry in his chest at the taste of you. Eats you messy and thorough, until you drip down his chin, soaking the bed below you.

Werewolf!Miguel who is rougher than he’d originally planned, blood rushing with unspent energy, the looming certainty of his rut forcing him to grind his teeth rather than sink them into the skin of your chest, throat, or thighs.

Werewolf!Miguel who shoves you further up the bed a bit too quickly, causing your head to thud against his headboard. Werewolf!Miguel who uses all of his remaining willpower to stop his actions for a moment, who rubs his hand over the crown of your head, haphazardly searching for a bump. When he doesn’t find anything, he lowers himself again, spreading your legs, and slotting his mouth over your heat.

Werewolf!Miguel who revels in the sound of you moaning above him, your hips twitching towards him when he drags his tongue through the lips of your cunt, swirling the tip of it over your clit and sucking hard. Who palms at your ass, sinking his fingers into the flesh and groaning low and desperate at the taste of you.

Werewolf!Miguel who grinds his erection against the soft sheets below him, losing himself in the sensory heaven that is your body. Your entrance pulses and clenches around nothing, entreating him to fill you up, like he was born to do, to fulfill his biological imperative and sink balls deep.

Werewolf!Miguel whose rut makes it easy for him to get carried away, picturing himself as a huge, looming predator, implacable in his pursuit, desperate to breed, to sow seed and watch it fucking bloom, who can't bite you, shouldn't bite you, knows the risks but doesn’t really care when he gets to french-kiss his mate's pussy.

Werewolf!Miguel who despite his brooding, severe nature is a talker, a goader, a teaser in bed, who is now silenced by the almost painful compulsion to fuck you stupid. Who pulls away from your swollen cunt to flip your positions, who would've fucked you through the mattress if he was any further gone.

Werewolf!Miguel who is so deep in his need for you, he can barely restrain himself from fucking into your fist as you try to line the head of his dick up to your entrance. Who fidgets and moans when his tip kisses your clit, your ass, before notching inside you.

Werewolf!Miguel who laments that his slavering, near angry, desire has you shoving the webbing of your hand into his panting mouth to save your throat and shoulders from any aching half crescents. Bouncing on his cock while he whines high and keening, arching his back and planting his feet so the tip of his cock gets as close to your womb as physically possible.

Werewolf!Miguel who howls loud and desperate as your insides milk him for everything he has, who’s knot swells and catches near instantly, ensuring every bit of his cum finds purchase inside you, fills you with no mercy. 

yeah…

[politemenacephd]

Monster!Mig Vol 4. (+18)

Werewolf!Miguel O'Hara X GN!Reader

Masterlist

Content: Established relationship, Monster/human relationship, Fear kink, Hormone smelling, Oral (reader recieving), Rough PinV Sex, Size Difference, Belly bulging, Claiming Bites, Knotting, Creampie.

Notes: i got the flu real bad so we're feeling feral today boys i swear i will be back w more stuff soon Word count: 4162

‘There, nice and tight, right?’

You gently jangled the chains that you’d just tightened around Miguel’s chest, ensuring that they were immovable. They clanked a little against his rounded pecs, and while they could be moved about an inch or so they remained taut and firm.

Miguel kept his eyes on you as you checked them.  ‘I’m—sorry we have to do this again’ he murmured.

‘Nah, don’t worry about it’ you said, giving him a cheeky smile to ease his worries. ‘I knew what I was getting myself into.’

‘I- I mean I did my best to warn you, but—’

‘Mhm. Mhm. You did your best, and my god, I just did not listen’ you sarcastically sighed. He let out a little snort of a chuckle in response.

‘I just want you to be safe’ he murmured. ‘I couldn’t- stand, anything happening to you.’

‘Oh my god, stop being so stoic, pup. Just relax’ you teased.

‘You call me pup again I will bite you’ Miguel grunted back, ‘and I don’t mean because of the change. I will happily do it regardless.’

‘Oo, please do. But, later. For now—voila!’

You stepped back and admired your set up. This was your so called ‘panic’ room, a totally bare attic space with enormous, shackled chains bolted into the hard brick wall. It had one window overlooking the night sky, allowing cool light to filter in and highlight the dust in the air, but beyond that there was nothing else.

It was horribly drab, however, that was for a reason, for the floor was covered in years’ worth of claw marks, and the bricks showed signs of being gnawed by giant, hardy teeth.

You looked back down to Miguel on the floor and noted the slight tint of yellow showing on his warm red-brown eyes. His pupils were already dilating.

Your dear Miguel, your beloved, would soon turn into a ravenous beast for the night.

‘I’m gonna miss you’ you said softly, your sentimental heart unable to keep up your cheerful, teasing façade.

Miguel gave a slight smile and scoffed. ‘It’s one night. One night to keep you alive. You’ll manage.’

‘Mm, I dunno. Maybe death would be better.’

‘You’re so dramatic’ he said bluntly.

‘I’m dramatic? Me?’ you said as you dramatically pressed your hand to your chest. ‘You’re the one who can’t see a full moon without murdering everyone in sight. THAT’S dramatic!’

Miguel scoffed a second time and let his head hit the brick wall. He was playing the exasperated partner, but you could see his eyes lingering on you in the dimming light.

‘Yeah. I’ll miss you too’ he said, his voice softening as he looked you up and down.

You smiled as your hands fell to your sides. You looked oddly coy. ‘Mhm. That’s what I thought.’

You carefully bent down to his level as the urge to kiss him became too strong. He strained against his chains to meet you with drooping eyes. You made it to your knees, even allowing your lips to brush, when you smelled something that gave you instant pause.

‘Is, that—’

It was. It was that familiar musk, the smell of fur and earth and beasts. You glanced at Miguel’s eyes and found them even more dilated than before.

‘Shit…’

The two of you glanced in unison towards the one rickety window in the corner. You could see that the sun was slowly setting as the sky turned from red to navy blue, the emptiness glimmering with the first few speckled stars.

The little blocks of light cast onto the dirty floor were turning from a soft yellow to a hazy white. Moonlight.

You sighed. ‘Okay. Okay, um—it’s time for me to go.’

You managed to sneak one gently kiss to his cheek, leaving a lingering little print of your scent before you reluctantly withdrew. Miguel’s sad puppy dog eyes followed you all the way to the door.

‘Good luck’ you whispered, pausing on the precipice of the doorway. ‘I’ll stay up. Make sure nothing gets out of hand.’

‘I’ll be thinking of you’ Miguel murmured back. You smiled before locking the door at your back.

…

For the rest of the night you stayed up in your room. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep so you decided to cuddle up in your loosest pyjama’s and watch videos until the early dawn.

You wanted to be able to sit beside him, but Miguel was staunchly against such a thing. He couldn’t risk the temptation of having you nearby, and you knew he didn’t like you seeing him in this form.

You knew you wouldn’t care but you didn’t want to push it. You agreed to stay separate.

As the clock struck midnight you glanced over to where the curtains on your bedroom window were lightly waving. You could see the full moon beyond them, bright and bold and uncovered by even a single cloud.

An ominous sight to someone like you.

Your eyes instinctively glanced up to the ceiling. You knew he would have changed by now. You wondered as you always did; was it painful, the change? He said it wasn’t, but you knew he could just be covering to save you the worry.

You wondered what he must think about in that state, if he even thought at all. You wondered if he did miss you. If he thought of you.

God, you really did miss him. You missed his warmth, his biceps around your waist as you spooned, his warm breath on your neck. You missed resting on his chest. You missed kissing him. You missed- well, everything.

You missed his body. You missed his soft praise and barely concealed possessiveness as he held you down. You missed his calloused hands and sharp claws gripping you tight.

You felt a soft pulse in your lower sex and shook your head. No, you shouldn’t get worked up tonight. You needed to be on guard.

But… you did miss him, so, much…

BANG.

You jumped in bed at the sudden noise.

Luckily, you were used to this. When the moon hit he always tried to escape, and it’s that which kept you awake all night. The sound of that poor beast struggling against his chains, snapping and howling. It’d been painful the first few months you’d had to hear it, then it’d gotten annoying, but now it was just normal. It was like adjusting to your partner snoring at night.

You yawned and leaned back into the pillows.

The banging continued as you’d expected. You heard chains rattling, boards being torn and ripped. You dozed through it all in a half-asleep daze, barely paying attention to the video you put on.

It was at about 2am, when the clock struck, that you heard something more alarming.

You heard metal clanking hard on the floor, and jolted upright in bed. Wait, you’d never heard that before. His chains didn’t reach the floor?

But that was definitely what you could hear. You could hear metal on wood, scraping its way from one end of the attic to the other. Your head slowly tilted as you followed the sound.

‘Shit’ you hissed.

It couldn’t be. It couldn’t. Not tonight. Not now.

Another loud bang rang out, and this time you physically jumped in shock. It sounded like wood splintering, and it was coming from the side of the attic that you knew the locked door was on. The side opposite to where Miguel was meant to be.

A low, warbling howl filled the silence. Your heart sank.

You heard the door upstairs slowly, painfully, creaking open.

Oh no. No, no, no.

You jumped from your bed and instinctively went to hide beneath it, but somehow your luck took an even worse turn. As you jumped your feet landed directly on a loose board. It creaked, loudly, and the footsteps stopped.

‘Shit’ you hissed again. He knew you were in here.

For a couple of seconds, all was still. All was silent. In the dark you couldn’t tell what was the house settling and what was a predator on the prowl.

A low, threatening growl filled the air, and you bolted.

In a moment of panic you dove out of the bedroom and down the stairs, just barely missing the enormous muscled figure of Miguel as he dove at your head.

You had only one hope. Miguel had left his taser downstairs in the living room. It was just a precaution, one you’d never used before hence why it was in such a random spot, but you needed it now.

You stumbled into the living room with Miguel hot on your heels. You made it halfway across the room to where the taser was sitting on the edge of a table. You reached, your hands grasping, but right at that crucial moment you tripped.

Your toes went under the rug on the centre of the floor and you fell hard on your face, knocking the taser to the floor in the process.

‘FUCK—Ah, ah…’

You spun around onto your back as the floor creaked.

Miguel crawled towards you on all fours. In the dark you could only barely see his face, with the light of the moon and the red of his eyes highlighting the contours of his body. The curves of muscle breaking through his torn shirt, the ruffle of dark fur on his back and arms, the shimmering coat over his talons, all of it highlighting how deadly he was.

He still looked like him, like your Miguel. That slicked back dark hair and rough brown skin, those almond eyes and that chiselled square face, with his enormous chest and shoulders sat atop that smooth curved waist.

But you could see the monster breaking through. The fur bursting out in patches on his arms and chest, the claws erupting from his fingernails, the tufty ears erupting from his head, and most of all the teeth. His usually soft expression was drawn back into one of animalistic malice, and you could see the most enormous fangs in his maw.

He bared those same teeth and snarled.

‘Mig, Miggy—Miguel, hey, it’s me’ you panted.

He drew his lips back even further.

‘Miguel’ you repeated desperately. ‘Miguel—’

He took a few steps closer, forcing you to scurry on your back. You couldn’t run. You would never make it to the door, nor the window nor the corridor.

In a panic, you could think of only one thing to distract him. It might have seemed mad to anyone else, and yet to you, there was a lingering shard of a memory teetering on the edge of your terrified mind. The memory of Miguel mentioning the importance of scents, and how the smell of you always drove him mad.

You grabbed your pyjama pants and shifted them down.

It was just an inch at first, as you were laying awkwardly on the floor and they kept catching on the wood, but as you slid them you noticed him slowing his predatory approach.

You saw his eyes darting. He sniffed, smelling the air.

‘That’s it’ you whimpered. ‘That’s it, it’s me. You know that, don’t you?’

You lay down on your back as Miguel crawled over you. The scent of your kiss must have stuck in his nose, as he seemed to remember through the haze even a small part of you, but more than that the smell of your bare body was enticing.

He bent his head and sniffed from your neck down to your belly and finally to your thighs. He growled there, and in a panic you yanked your pants further. You pulled them right down to your ankles.

‘Ah—there, there, shh—’

He gave a grunt of what you assumed was satisfaction as you kicked them aside. He moved in, and you lay back in submission. He pressed his face right against your bare pussy.

‘F-Fuck—’ You bit your lip to stifle any noises. This was a dangerous ploy, especially as you’d made yourself so vulnerable, but you wanted to trust him. You had no other choice.

You closed your eyes and prayed.

It was then, in the dark and the cold, unseeing and tense, that you were jolted by the most abrupt spasm of pleasure.

Something long, wet and warm was lapping at your bare pussy, eagerly and curiously winding between your lips and up to your clit. Your legs spasmed at the sensation.

‘A-Ah—Mig?’

You opened your eyes and looked down, only to find that he was licking at your bare sex. He was clawing at the wood as he curiously tasted you.

‘A-Ah…. Miguel, that—mm—’

The soft little fluttering pulses in your clit that you’d tried to ignore before had left you extremely sensitive, and his rough tongue was making it hard to see. You were trying to stay on guard, wary that he might still lose himself again, but fuck did it feel heavenly.

He’d always been a fan of pleasuring with his tongue, but this was something else entirely. His increased size allowed his tongue to cover your entirely labia when flat, covering every single little spot of nerves he could get at. You whimpered on the floor.

He kept licking. Kept tasting, kept curiously flicking the tip on your clit, kept getting so close that his tongue delved right into your cunt. All the while his claws were dangerously close to slicing your ankle, and worse, his teeth kept grazing the sensitive skin of your folds.

You knew you were going to cum from this, but you didn’t want to startle him with any loud noises.

To your horror, as the pleasure rose, you had to try and bite you down.

You forced yourself to cum in silence. Your hips bucked a little, your legs involuntarily spasming as he kept licking through every ripple of pleasure, but luckily it didn’t seem to bother him. You rode out that sweet, guilty pleasure as you screamed in your mind, before slowly relaxing as your muscles de-tensed.

Thankfully Miguel drew himself back just a little while after your silent orgasm, his mouth dripping with slick and spit. He drew himself up to your head and snapped at your cheek, baying you to lay still. You did as told.

‘A-Ah… you really are still Miguel, huh?’ you said with a shaky laugh. He grunted.

You realized then, as the adrenaline and the pleasure wore off, that he was naked. You hadn’t really taken it fully in before now, but the change must have torn his clothes to shreds.

He was naked, and his enormous veiny cock was pulsing between your legs as he hunched over your body on the floor.

You baulked a little in shock. Fuck, had the change made him bigger?

You didn’t have time to ponder that as he began to push himself between your legs, his claws settling beside your shoulders. He was getting into a missionary mating press.

‘A-Ah… ah, fuck, Miguel’ you panted. He wanted to try and fuck you? Like this?

His eyes on you were still burning with that beastly haze, but you swore you saw something in them that looked like him. Something soft, something affectionate, beyond the curdled animalistic lust.

You felt his cock nudging at your tight hole, smearing the spit and slick he’d left behind as he coaxed you to take him. You could feel his bulbous member twitching.

Your eyes shifted, and you realized that the taser had fallen on the floor within arm’s reach. You could feasibly bring him down now, if you wanted. If you had to. You could grab it quick and render him limp.

But… Your eyes involuntarily drifted back. You were so sore, your pussy throbbing as your blood pulsed through it, your thighs sodden and shaky. The thought of the release, the relief, of your beautiful Miguel fucking you raw with that fat rod, it filled you with fear and unescapable excitement.

You bit your lip as he growled again. Fuck. Your hormones had certainly won him over, so, at least your plan worked, right? At least with this, you were safe. At least like this, he couldn’t go anywhere else.

‘O-Okay, you… That’s it. Stay here with me’ you stammered breathlessly. ‘Stay with me, Mig. That’s it.’

You lay still, and you let him take you.

It should have felt familiar. You’d taken him so many times before, but this? This was different. You felt the size difference immediately.

His cock was obscenely fat, and it was splitting you open as he stretched you wide. He hit a point about a third of the way down his shaft where he could get no further, and with a dissatisfied snarl he started to rut harder. He was pushing you to your limits, and as he edged deeper you felt the sudden influx of burning in your core.  

‘F-Fuck—’ You squirmed a little, trying to adjust to the size, but a sharp snap at your cheek forced you back to stillness.

‘O-Okay, okay, just—careful, please—’

You weren’t sure how much of him remained lucid, but something definitely seemed to make him slow down as you winced. He started to pause between pumps, letting you shift and settle, and even nudged your cheek to see if you were okay.

He never stopped, though. He continued to pump his shaft into your cunt, easing it open inch by inch to take him, and when he finally bottomed out it was because you physically couldn’t take any more.

 He managed to get most of it inside you, but he couldn’t fit it all. You were embarrassed to see a good two inches of thick, throbbing cock surrounded by dark hair still sitting uncovered, accompanied by the sight of your belly bulging where he’d settled.

You felt it nudging at your cervix. You felt it throb, you watched it throb, and grit your teeth. You were shaking, but fuck, it was good.

Miguel snarled again, his teeth bared against your cheek. You could feel him breathing a little harder as he shifted his pelvis. You knew he was feeling you, tasting you, pausing to savour the sensation of your insides squeezing him tight, and you liked it.

‘It’s okay’ you stammered. You felt his drool hit your cheek. ‘I-I’m okay. You- You can have me.’

Miguel throbbed again, a pulsing sensation so hard that you felt it in your guts.

‘Mine.’

You blinked in shock. Was that, a word?

Miguel bared his teeth a second time as he took one, hard thrust inside you, one that threw your entire body and sent both sharp pain and toe-curling pleasure through to your soul. You groaned in shock.

‘A-Ah, f-fuck—’ you whimpered.

‘Mine.’

He repeated that single, guttural word, and you knew he meant it. You nodded.

‘Y-Yes. Yes. Yours. All yours.’

He growled deep in the back of his throat, a motion which made his Adams apple jolt.

‘Breed’ he snarled. You shuddered as he dug his claws into the wood beside your head.

‘Breedable. Mine.’

You grit your teeth in anticipation. You could feel him gradually beginning to slip his cock in and out. Without another word, that enormous beast started to rut back and forth.

He was rough from the start, even when he was exhibiting some form of control. You had to dig your nails into his biceps for support as he threw your body with every thrust. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. He was happy to bend you, pushing you into a deeper mating press.

You could see his talons by your head. You could feel his hot breath, could smell the stench of fur and metal and musk. He was panting with each pump.

As you trembled and moaned, taking each deep thrust of his cock, some of that animal rage in his eyes seemed to dissipate. Did he look, hot? Was he, moaning back?

He was definitely grunting with each thrust he took. You could feel the veins on his cock pulsing against your gummy walls, begging for release.

As his grunts got louder he started to pump harder. It was all you could hear. His grunting, his panting, the sound of skin clapping skin, the whine of the wood being raked by his claws and the wet squelch of his cock moving back and forth.

He was getting close. You realized, in a brief moment of lucidity as you were fucked brainless, that he was going to try and cum inside you. All you could think was one thing: How would he even fit that in you?

It was while you tried to comprehend this question that one of his little werewolf habits reared its ugly head; the need to bite. The claiming bite.

You squeaked audibly as he abruptly bit down on your neck and shoulder, pinning you hard to the floor. You could feel the burn of his teeth as they sank beneath the skin, the pure power in his jaw. If he moved too hard, he could absolutely cause a lot of damage.

‘M-Miguel’ you whimpered. ‘Miguel—’

With your body clamped and frozen he started to buck harder, driving his cock into you with a frantic and animalistic force. You clung to him as tightly as you could.

‘Miguel—’ you cried, ‘P-please, ah—’

He thrust, and he growled, and every hair on his body stood on end. With a seething grunt he orgasmed inside you.

As you’d expected there was just no space inside you left to fill. You had to experience the full sensation of his unloading with so little room between his cock and your sensitive walls; the pulsing, the twitching, the thick spurts of cum that oozed out only to immediately start dripping down your ass to the floor. It sounded so obscenely wet.

‘Ah…. There, good- good boy, good boy’ you panted. ‘Miguel, fuck—’

Then you realized, one other little thing Miguel had mentioned to you in confidence; he was going to knot.

You gripped his arms tighter to support. ‘F-Fuck, fuck—’

Sure enough he knotted on the last spurt, plugging you tight as you squirmed. He hissed on your cheek as he did so. It was a primal display of possessive need, a sign of ownership as his cock swelled and pushed you to your limits. You could feel the thickness of his cum inside you, now unable to escape. You panted.

‘F-Fuck…. Ah, o-okay big guy, there you go. You- You okay now?’

His growling lowered to just a gentle whine, and slowly he drew his teeth back from your cheek. He simply held you there beneath him, impaled on his shaft, panting and beading with sweat from the entire ordeal.

Eventually you felt the knot releasing. It was like feeling a stranglehold on your neck finally unclench. The relief was intense, and you immediately began trying to ease yourself off.

But you barely made it an inch before being pinned by Miguel’s clawed hand. His fur brushed your cheek as he grabbed your chest, holding you still to the floor. You rushed to soothe him. ‘A-Ah—okay, okay. Shh, you’re okay big guy.’

He bared his teeth in that same territorial display. You met his gaze. You locked on to each other, naked and joined at the hip, throbbing around each other in a pool of primal sweat and cum and slick.

‘It’s okay. It’s okay’ you repeated. ‘I’m yours. I’m yours. See? Your- your little, prize.’

You gently shifted your hips to draw his attention there, and predictably his eyes did a little roll as your pussy clenched his shaft. He pulsed back, his veins pumping with hot blood.

‘Mine.’

To your continued surprise, he started thrusting again. His erection hadn’t lost any stamina, and if he was feeling overstimulated, he certainly wasn’t showing it. You, though, were showing it quite overtly.

‘MM--!’

A raspy moan escaped your lips as he winded you with the force of his insertions. His previous load was now being squished out with each thrust, but he didn’t care. He was making way for more.

‘A-Ah—f-fuck, Miguel, you—you really, need, more? MM—’

His hand pressed a little harder against your chest as he started to pick up speed. He was smacking you down against the wooden floor, his pelvis turning your hip bones numb. He tilted his head and growled.

‘Oh fuck—fuck that’s so—good—’

Your eyes rolled as that sweet dumbification kicked in. His cock easily fucked away all of your inhibitions, drowning your fear in heavenly pleasure as he rutted you raw.

If this is what it took to keep him distracted all night, then this is just what you’d have to do.

[duchessdeviant]

WolfSpider AU! I have the feeling PeterB would make a lousy werewolf hunter :D https://patreon.com/DuchessDeviant

[ghostlygalaxies]

Lazy meme redraws before I sleep

[guilty-pleasures21]

Just a thought: Miguel x werewolf s/o

He comes back after a long day at work and goes straight to bed. You follow and quickly snuggle up under the covers with him.

You ask him about his day and he tells you about some villain who kept evading his grasp, but who he managed to catch in the end.

"You want me to bite his arm off?" You ask him, pretending to nip his nose. He gives you a tired smile and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Show me those pretty little fangs of yours, querida," he commands, pressing his thumb into your bottom lip so your mouth parts for him. You lower your canines and he smiles at the sight of them - they look so much prettier on you than on him, he always thinks.

"And those pretty little claws of yours?" You raise your hand obediantly and let your claws snap out. He brings your hand to his mouth and presses soft kisses to your knuckles. You wear them so much nicer than he does, he thinks to himself.

"And what about that pretty little tail of yours?" He slides his hand down your body, following the curve of your ass. You let your tail pop out and he brushes it gently, admiring how soft your fur feels between his fingers. He leans forward to give you a kiss and grins against your lips when he feels your tail start to wag with delight.

He sinks his teeth into your lower lip and you return the favour by tugging on his ear. The rest of the night follows with the two of you nipping and scratching at each other playfully - never violent, always sweet, like the wolf pups who would practise wrestling each other when they were still too small to fight.

He makes sure to cover himself up before he returns to work the next day, hiding the scratches you left running down his back and the bite marks you sprinkled along his neck and shoulders - reflections of the claw marks littered around your thighs and the imprints of his fangs scattered all over your breasts and ass.

He never thought he'd meet a monster so sweet, so kind and so gentle, and you never thought you'd meet an alpha so caring, so protective and attentive. The both of you might have been outcasts amongst your own, but together, you're the same. You're complete.

🥺

[the-shinysnorlax]

Happy Hispanic heritage month to every single Hispanic/Latino person on this website!

Here’s some of my favorite Hispanic characters to celebrate

[cryptid-paint]

Me hitting Miguel with the werewolf beam is a canon event, anyway werewolf dad Miguel au

[browsethestacks]

Miguel O'Hara - Spider-Man 2099 #01-#05 (2024)

Art by Nick Bradshaw

Connecting Covers Variants Art by Todd Nauck

[muzzy-witda-buzzy]

Y/N's entire life is her canon event.

[onmyownside1]

I know everyone is down bad for Miguel but I need you to imagine for a sec

just, miguel

A man of that stature + fangs + arm spike thingies+ that little triangle muscle thingy that comes down from the neck is fucking huge+ bro’s wingspan is probs longer than a falcon + has claws

He’s mad at you (understandable, he gets annoyed pretty easily) but then this mf starts chasing you????!!!!!! On all fours!?!?!?!?!?

Nah bitch. I’m gone. Say a prayer for me. I would simply d i s s o l v e .

That is not a man!!!! That is a whole animal!????! He is literally feral!????? That is a whole grizzly bear!!!?????!!!!! Someone put him in the zoo!!??????!!!! Or a rescue center!!!!!?????!!! So he can be released back into the wild!!??????!!!!

Hence why I (and my spidersona) are fucking terrified of him

[tiptapricot]

Final day for Marvel Trumps Hate charity bidding!! Bidding closes October 28th 11:59:59 EST.

Check out the MTH website for a countdown of when that is for you!

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muzzled - miguel o'hara ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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Miguel O'Hara || Vampire hunter AU

Summary: Miguel is a vampire hunter for the Vatican. You are the unfortunate wolf he captured and he is dead set on taming you.

contains: f!reader x Miguel, violence, miguel being mean and degrading, reader is a wolf person, shapeshifting, you're a werewolf/wolf-person idk, swearing

this is my first fanfic post on here but he's been living in my head rent free... ૮ ºﻌºა

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"Bad girl," Miguel scolds, cinching the muzzle tight around your face after you disobeyed his orders one too many times. He only chuckles in amusement at the annoyed growl that follows.

"Oh, come now. You gotta learn at some point."

Miguel had accomplished what very few could - capturing a werewolf. Most travel in packs, but you were alone when he wrangled you. Smaller than most werewolves, but you made it up in temper. Growling and snarling little thing. 

But it's worth it. Werewolves could smell vampires better than any, so you're an invaluable tool in his line of work.

Capturing you was the first step, now he works on the taming.

Miguel can tell you want to kill him, but the binding collar prevents that from happening. A leather collar around your neck engraved with ancient symbols of the Vatican. No matter how hard you might try, Miguel holds the reins. And he doesn't plan on letting go anytime soon. Not with how good your kind is at killing and sniffing out vamps.

Miguel smirks as he finishes tying the muzzle around your mouth, securing it tightly despite your snarling protest. His calloused fingers brush against your skin as he checks that each strap is pulled taut.

"There we go, nice and snug," he says in a mocking tone, patting your cheek condescendingly. "I know you don't like it, chica, but it's for your own good. Don't want you getting any funny ideas about taking a chunk out of my neck, eh?"

He chuckles, the sound low and gravelly, clearly amused by your anger and discomfort. His dark brown eyes glint with satisfaction at having subdued you once again, asserting his dominance over the powerful werewolf.

Miguel stands back, folding his muscular arms across his broad chest as he surveys you. His lips quirk up in a faint, crooked grin seeing you fuming but unable to do anything about the restrictive muzzle.

"Aw, don't be like that, pup," he says, tone laced with patronization. "This is just temporary. Be a good girl and maybe I'll take it off early."

His grin widens, knowing his words will only infuriate you more. But Miguel can't help needling you. It's too entertaining getting you all riled up.

"I will kill you one day," you mutter under your breath, ears flattening in indignation. 

"That's cute, chica, but we both know that's never gonna happen," he says, smug amusement coloring his tone. "Not with that binding spell I've got on you. But I admire the gumption." He reaches out and ruffles your hair condescendingly, his large hand mussing the locks between your furry wolf ears.

Miguel turns and walks across the room, his heavy boots thudding against the floorboards. He sits down in a chair facing you, leaning back casually as he regards you.

One hand idly plays with the rosary beads hanging around his neck while the other drums his fingers against his thigh. After a moment, Miguel speaks again, his voice a low rumble.

"You know, I'm doing you a favor here, loba. Giving you purpose, a way to take down the bloodsuckers that slaughtered your kind. You should be grateful." His smile sharpens. "So why don't you say 'Thank you, Master' and really mean it this time?"

"I don't need purpose. Especially not from a bastard like you."

Miguel clicks his tongue and shakes his head in mock disappointment at your refusal to say thank you.

"Such language from a lady," he tuts. "Clearly those nuns at the abbey didn't teach you any manners."

He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he peers at you intently. His eyes gleam with wry amusement, though his voice takes on a more serious tone.

"You can fight me all you want, chica, but it'll get you nowhere. I've been doing this a long time and I'm damn good at it. So you may as well accept your situation with some grace."

Miguel pauses, scratching his stubbled chin thoughtfully. "Tell you what. You start showing me a little more respect, and I'll let you out of that muzzle for a bit. Only when you're on good behavior though."

He smirks and leans back again.  "So what do you say? Feel like being a good girl for me today?"

Miguel watches you bite back the growl that is clearly building in your throat from his persistent needling. The desire to get rid of the muzzle stops you.

"I will... comply for now," you grit out,

Miguel's smirk widens into a grin as you reluctantly agree to comply in order to get the muzzle off. 

"There's a good girl," he praises, his voice laced with patronizing satisfaction. He stands up from the chair and approaches you, his heavy boots thudding across the wooden floor.

Crouching down in front of you, Miguel peers into your eyes, searching for any hint of deception. Satisfied with what he sees, his deft fingers move to unbuckle the muzzle.

"Remember, any funny business and this goes right back on," he warns. But his tone lacks any real heat. Miguel is confident in his ability to control you, binding spell or not.

With a faint click, the muzzle falls away, freeing your mouth at last. Miguel gently grasps your chin, tilting your head side to side as he examines your now bare face.

"There. That's better, isn't it?" His eyes glint with amusement. "Now, what do good girls say when someone does them a favor?"

Your eyes flash with anger and you have to purse your lips to stop yourself from baring your teeth.

Miguel's eyes gleam with satisfaction as you grit out a terse 'thank you', though he tuts at your obvious resentment.

"Come now, you can do better than that," he chides, though his tone holds a hint of amusement. "Show some real gratitude if you want to stay muzzle-free."

He pats your cheek before standing up and moving back to his chair. Sprawling casually once more, Miguel regards you expectantly.

"Let's try it again. And this time, look at me and say it like you mean it. A nice, polite 'Thank you' with a smile wouldn't hurt either."

He chuckles, enjoying this game of dominance and submission. 

"Well? I'm waiting, chica. Unless you'd rather I just put that muzzle right back on?" His brows lift in challenge, a crooked grin tugging at his lips.

Your eyes narrow to slits, gold eyes brimming with malice.

"Thank you, hunter."

He clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

"Tsk tsk. Still not very convincing, pup. At this rate, you'll be muzzled up again in no time."

He leans back lazily in the chair, regarding you thoughtfully. "I think you need a little more incentive to mind your manners. Maybe some one-on-one time with Mr. Cane here would help?"

Miguel reaches down and hefts up a thick oak cane, slapping it lightly against his palm. The sound seems to echo ominously through the room.

"Nothing like a little corporal punishment to teach a bitch some respect." His smile turns wolfish. "So what'll it be, loba? Give me a nice 'thank you' or bend over for the cane?"

He swings the cane lightly through the air, watching you intently for your reaction. The binding spell may prevent you from attacking him, but it can't stop the fear and fury simmering in your golden eyes.

He watches with dark satisfaction as you lower your head in grudging submission, gritting out another terse 'thank you' through bared teeth. Your pointed ears flatten back against your head, broadcasting your displeasure.

"Hmm...better, but I think you can really sell it if you try," Miguel purrs, continuing to swing the cane slowly back and forth. The swishing sound cuts through the air as he contemplates you.

"Give us a big smile, tilt your head a little. Make those pretty eyes of yours go all wide and appreciative." His grin sharpens, voice dropping lower. "C'mon now sweetheart, lay it on thick for me."

He hefts the cane higher, bringing it down fast towards his palm with a loud crack!

"Let's have it then. One more time with feeling, eh chica?"

You bristle for a moment, before forcing a sweet smile and tilting your head to the side. "Thank you, hunter."

Miguel's eyes light up with delight as you paint on a sweet, albeit strained, smile and tilt your head in a show of submission. 

"See, that wasn't so hard now was it?" Miguel chuckles.

"Who's my good girl?" he croons mockingly, reaching out to stroke your hair. "You are. Yes you are."

You duck away from his hand, lip curling in clear disdain.

"Now now, is that any way to act after I so kindly removed your muzzle?" He tuts in mock disappointment.

He grins wolfishly, clearly enjoying getting under your skin. Miguel leans back casually, drumming his fingers on the armrest as he regards you with a coy tilt of his head.

"C'mon chica, don't be like that. I'm just trying to show my appreciation for you behaving so well."

Reaching out again, he makes a grab for your chin, attempting to grasp it firmly between his fingers.

"Maybe you need a little reminder of who's in charge here, hmm?" Miguel's eyes gleam dangerously. "Want me to get the cane back out, help improve that attitude of yours?"

A growl rumbles in your throat. "No," you huff, nose scrunched in annoyance.

He studies you for a moment, his dark gaze sweeping over your irritated yet resigned form. 

Finally, he speaks. "You know, it doesn't have to be like this all the time, chica," he says, his voice surprisingly devoid of its usual mocking lilt. "Play nice and I'll return the favor. Might even let you off your leash once in awhile if you earn it."

Miguel scratches his stubbled jaw, considering. "Could be we make a good team, you and me. With that nose of yours, we'd clean up the streets in no time." His eyes glint with excitement at the thought.

"So whaddya say, wanna give this cooperation thing a shot? Or are we gonna keep butting heads all the time?" He quirks a brow at you inquisitively.

For a moment Miguel feels almost hopeful, like he genuinely wants things to be easier between you both.

And then you scoff at him. "Go fuck yourself.”

Miguel shakes his head ruefully at your dismissive response.

"Had a feeling you were gonna say that," he sighs. "You always did have to learn things the hard way."

"That's alright though, I like a challenge. And I've got nothing but time to wear you down, chica." Miguel's dark eyes glint with determination. Taming you may take patience, but he considers it a rewarding hunt.

He shifts in his seat, making a show of getting comfortable as if settling in for the long haul.

"We'll smooth out those rough edges eventually. Just gotta find the right motivation for you."

Miguel lets the implied threat hang in the air between you. He reaches for the cane again, running his fingers along the smooth oak shaft.

"Ready for round two, pup? I promise it'll go easier if you play nice this time." His eyes bore into yours, daring you to defy him.

[lobouzarts]

Miggy?

[milkyybuns]

me: u know it’s weird i never had a vampire/werewolf phase ig im just not that into all that

miguel: *exists*

me: this one i want this one he’s perfect

[i-eat-cars-and-berriesss]

the thing is Miguel O'Hara is so bestial whilst crawling/chasing, his walk literally reminds me of a werewolf.... hunched over and tall. the way he crawls, runs, walks, all so aggressive yet attractive.

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Me: *Makes three new Spidermen OCs with no intention on using them*

Marvel: *Drops the hottest Spiderman ever*

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