💅🏽🩵Gal Peace🍹🌺

Tags: nipple play (m and f receiving) body worship (m and f receiving), cock/ball worship, blowjob, HYPERSPERMIAAAAA, love bites, no plot, making love, fluff, vanilla, hickies, riding (briefly), MATING PRESSSSS, reader wears red lipstick because that man would look good covered in it ofccc, Spanish pet names because I love them more than English ones.

A/N: I NEED HIM SO FUCKING BADDDDDDDD AND I NEEEEED NIPPLE PLAY FICS ABOUT HIM ^w^

I wrote this as post-Spider Society where he’s starting to heal and getting the therapy that he very much needs. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ^_^

It’s a slow Sunday in Nueva York… cold with rain pouring outside. You and Miguel are on the bed, his arms draped over the pillows and you between his spread legs. His face and arms are adorned with your red kiss marks. So is his neck along with hickies and so now you’re worshipping his chest.

Worshipping his body, you moan as you slide your tongue across his hairy chest and your hand rubs over his abs. His huge dick throbs with desire, precum beading at the tip but you don’t wrap your hand around his aching length yet. Instead, you run your hand over his muscular chest, palm rubbing across his sensitive nipples and feeling them harden against your soft palm. You nuzzle your face against his hairy chest, inhaling the smell of him… it felt intoxicating.

You give his nipple a few kitten licks before flicking your tongue at it and swirling your tongue around it, coating it in your saliva. He groans as you pull away from his sensitive nipple, a string of glistening saliva connecting your tongue to his nipple. You break the string when you wrap your lips around his nipple, gently sucking which makes him gasp. The suction just feels so good. You gently tug on his nipple with your lips. Your other hand rubbing his other nipple with your index finger. He looks at you with adoring eyes and you look back up at him, eyes wild with lust and full of love while you work that pretty mouth on him.

The same mouth that comforts him after long days at work or when painful memories comes rearing its ugly head. The same mouth that talks back to him with the most clever comebacks. He remembers the moment he realized he was falling in love with you… things that normally annoyed him didn’t or didn’t as much when you were the one doing it and your unwillingness to just back down left him mesmerized. One day, You were arguing with him and you stood firm but still expressed kindness and empathy. You left him speechless because your argument was so well-constructed and formulated that he literally couldn’t argue back with anything before you strutted out of the room. He knew then.

You pull away from his nipple, a lovely red ring around the sensitive brown bead and your lipstick on your pretty lips starting to smear. You place a kiss right over his heart and his heart skips a beat. It’s cold and rainy outside but you both feel so warm with each other here.

You trail down, kissing his nude muscular body. You make your way down to his abs and lick them, kissing his abs and marking each ab with red kiss marks. You slide your tongue across his belly button, tongue dipping into it. Purposefully skipping over his dick because you want to worship his body first, you then make your way down to those fucking thighs. You slide your tongue across his thighs and kiss them. He’s just fucking gorgeous… his chiseled face, his massive shoulders, his tan skin, his slicked back brown hair, his ruby red eyes, his overall jaw dropping beauty.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous…” You mumble.

You love him. So much. His devotion and sarcasm and his genius brain. Even if sometimes you don’t understand what the fuck he’s saying, you just love to listen to him ramble. Sitting there with your elbow propped up on the table and your cheek resting in your palm looking up at him as he nerds out.

His dick twitches and you finally make your way back up to his huge dick… long and girthy. Veiny with precum leaking down the shaft. You lick the precum off his shaft, tongue sliding across the veins. His breathing gets heavy and he has to hold back from forcing your head down onto his dick. You softly place kisses up his shaft, slowly adorning it with red just like the rest of him. Marking him as yours. You rub your cheek against his shaft and his precum smears against your soft cheek. You both look at each other, half lidded eyes that are wild with lust and full with love.

You both wanted this badly. You are so eager yet so gentle. You slide your tongue across his shaft, licking your way up to his tip before going back to the bottom and licking back up repeatedly. Your hand wraps around his girthy length and stroke him while he watches as you squeeze his tip so precum streams out like a leaky shampoo bottle. Darting out your tongue, you gave the tip of his dick a few kitten licks and lap up his precum as he let out a groan, his hand reaching over to the back of your head. Not fisting your hair or pushing your head down onto his length. Just holding the love of his life as you swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip before tapping it on your tongue. It took every fiber of him not to buck his hip and shove him all the way into your mouth. He didn’t want to brutalize your mouth… not tonight. He wanted to let you control how this goes and enjoy your pretty mouth. You finally take his thick tip into your mouth, your pretty lips wrapping around it as you suckle on it. He had to squeeze those beautiful ruby red eyes shut when he felt the warmth and suction of your mouth around the tip as your soft hand rubbed over his abs. He let out a pleased moan, arching into your touch and it makes you feel so happy to make your boyfriend feel good and to be so intimate with him.

“You’re driving me crazy…” He moans out, looking down at you.

You hum from the taste of him. You lowered your head until you had his full length in your mouth, your cheeks hollowing. Miguel moans in pleasure as you bob your head up and down. His dick slides in and out of that pretty mouth of yours until you pull off his dick to dart your tongue out and lick at the slit which makes him gasp before taking him back down your throat. You were absolutely addicted to how he feels down your throat— every engorged vein, every pulse… you simply couldn't stop.

Pulling off Miguel’s dick, you sweetly place red kisses to his heavy balls. He watched as you lean forward and bury your nose against his sac, nuzzling them. Your tongue sticks out to lap at one of his balls before you’re wrapping your lips around and softly sucking it as you stroke his dick up and down. Precum leaks onto your hand as His hand immediately flies to your head to keep you against his balls. Your lips releases it and you pull away from his sac to give his dick your full attention again.

“Love your dick, corazón…" You say, tapping the thick tip on your tongue before taking him back into your mouth. “Mmmph…” You hum, precum leaking into your mouth. You keep bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off and licking him until you feel his body start getting tense… you know he’s getting close and you keep the pace the same.

“Fuck! Amor!” Miguel hisses out as you continue to bob your head up and down. His stomach jolting as ropes and ropes of cum spurts into your mouth, immediately flooding it. It fills your mouth quickly and some of his cum leaks from the corners of your mouth despite you doing your best to swallow it all. His dick keeps pumping his thick cum into your mouth and always still kinda overwhelming you despite how many times you’ve sucked him off prior. The lewd sounds of you swallowing just turns him on more. With one last swallow, you pull off his dick, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick. The string snaps when you sit up and lick your lips for any leftover cum. Fuck, he loves when you do that. Your heart swells with pride, loving seeing Miguel come undone because of you. His head dropped against the pillows and he closed his eyes, panting. He felt the bed shift when you straddle his muscular body and his red eyes open to admire your body on top of him.

Him being Spider-Man 2099, he had unbelievable stamina and could go for several rounds… and you wanted to be as close with him as possible and wanted to feel good too.

Rolling your hips, you grind against him— slick folds rubbing against his veiny shaft as you shakily pant. Miguel watches you enjoy yourself, the way you bite down on your bottom lip and close your alluring eyes in pleasure. When you have had enough of that, you line his leaking tip with your entrance before lowering yourself onto it. His fat tip pushes past your soft folds straight into your tight pussy and stretches you so good. The stretch makes your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open as Miguel sucks the air through his teeth with a hiss the moment he feels your silky walls clench around his tip. His large hands go to your hips to help you lower down onto his throbbing length, groaning as he feels every inch of him push into you. Your cunt swallows him and moans spills from your mouth as his nails digs into your skin, the warmth of your pussy engulfs his dick. He’s balls deep and your arousal drips, coating his heavy balls with your slick. You need a moment and of course he gives you that moment.

“Mmmh… I want you so bad, mi amor… you’re so wet…” Miguel rasps out as you place your hands on his chest for leverage so you can finally start moving.

You can’t stop the smile from spreading on your face as you begin rolling your hips. It feels so good, you can’t help but throw your head back as your mouth falls open, moans leaving your pretty mouth. Miguel’s hands remain on your hips as you ride him. You begin bouncing your ass on his dick, ass slapping against his sweat glazed thighs and his talons almost extends but he is always careful with you. You glance over your shoulder to look at your reflection in the mirror behind you, watching his dick slide in and out of your heat and it makes you even wetter. You turn to look back down at him and his beautiful ruby eyes are rolled back, a few strands of his hair fall from his slicked backed hairstyle and clings to his sweaty forehead. He opens his eyes and is met with the pretty sight of you bouncing up and down on his dick.

“Come here…” Miguel mumbles as he sits up and pulls you close against him. Your body is flushed against his and you roll your hips, riding him. He pants and kisses your neck and you slightly lean your head back to give him more room. He peppers your neck with kisses before gently biting it, a low growl rumbles from his throat but not in aggression but passion. He loves you so much. A sweet little love bite. You gasp when you feel his teeth sink into your soft skin and he swipes his tongue over the bite to soothe it before sucking on it. He sucks on your soft skin and leaves a hickey like you did with him. A sweet mark to show everyone that you’re with him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and moans into your ear and it just makes your pussy even more wet and the sex more smooth. You swivel your hips in a circular motion, feeling his length swirl and rub against your walls. You arch your back in pleasure and he leans down and begins flicking his tongue at one of your hardened nipples before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it which earns more moans from you.

Suddenly, Miguel lifts you off his dick and sets you next to him and you’re confused. His dick is covered in a mixture of your slick and his precum. “Mi amor?” You perk up but he quickly adjusts you so you’re now lying on your back.

Miguel immediately begins peppering your pretty face with sweet kisses before locking the both of you into a kiss. His mouth moves against yours but it’s soft and desperate. He pulls away with a string of saliva connecting your lips together. Miguel cups your face with one hand and strokes your cheek with his thumb, if he could have little hearts in his eyes for you then he would have them.

He moves down onto your neck and also gives it sweet kisses. Especially over where your pulse is. He licks a stripe over your neck, tongue swiping across it before he begins sucking on it to leave behind yet another behind a hickey. He worships your body just as you did to him. Just like how he’s yours and only yours, your his and only his.

He moves onto your tits. He gently begins rubbing your aroused nipples with his thumbs which earns a pant out of you. Worshipping your body, he fondles them before leaning down and sliding his tongue across one of your nipples before sealing his lips around it like a promise and sucking them. He loves you so much… he always will.

“Oh, preciosa… you’re so beautiful… how are you so perfect?” He pulls away from your aroused nipple to praise you, burying his face into your cleavage. Your heart warms at the praise, he makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the whole multiverse. His lips wrap around your nipple again, wanting to make the love of his life feel so good.

“M-Miggy!” You gasp out in pleasure as he sucks with a little more pressure. Your cunt is dripping for him and clenching on nothing.

Pulling away from your nipple again, He trails down to your thighs and licks at your inner thighs before gently biting. He kisses the bites before trailing the kisses down your thighs to your legs. He grabs your ankle to lift your leg closer to him, his tongue sliding down them. He kisses them, pecking them and sliding his tongue up it. He kisses down your leg before placing a kiss on your ankle then another kiss on the arch of your foot.

“Mi corazón…” He praises you as he hovers on top of you and your legs immediately spread wide open for him. He plants both of his hands on the sides of your head and leans down to kiss you, the two of you making out. You want to be as close as possible with him so you wrap your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. Your fingers mindlessly intertwine in his brown hair. “Te amo…” You mumble against his lips.

“Te amo, hermosa…” Miguel breathes out, his chest tightening with pure love for you as he pushes your knees to your chest and throws your legs over his shoulder while he squats over you, putting the both of you into the mating press. His thick tip poking right at your soft folds.

“Oh…” You pant out, head turning to the side. “Please, corazón…” You whine, so badly wanted him back deep inside you. You would roll your hips upwards so his tip could catch at the entrance of your needy pussy if you were able to. He finally plunges his dick right back into your dripping pussy and he lets out a shaky groan as you cry out.

“Hnnnghhh…” Your body reacts on instinct— pussy fluttering and dripping around him with every thrust. Miguel continues making love to you, the squelching of your wet pussy fueling him. Your walls clench around him, milking him for every drop of cum he’s going to give you. He moans, weak for you. You feel drops of sweat land on your face… at least you thought it was until you opened your eyes and saw that Miguel was crying from how much he loves you.

“Te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo—“ Miguel rasps out, his voice thick with emotion as his thrusts quickens with each repeat from passion overtaking him. His tip hitting your sweet spot makes your eyes roll back and you squeal out in ecstasy so he takes the opportunity to lean down and place open mouth kisses on your pretty lips.

He pulls his dick almost completely out just to feel the suction of your walls before plunging right back in, the sudden fullness makes you cry out in overwhelming pleasure. The sound of rain pattering outside, balls slapping against skin and moans filling the air.

“You take me so well, cariño… I want to make you feel so good…” Miguel moans out, his tip kissing your sweet spot over and over.

You feel your orgasm approaching. You can feel it in your lower belly. He feels the contractions of your velvety walls and he knows your orgasm was just a few thrusts away.

“I-I’m so close, amor…” You’re barely able to breathe out from how good it all feels.

“Cum for me, pretty girl…” He rasps out, admiring your beautiful face.

“Gimme all your cum…” You moan out, wanting to orgasm together but you always beat him to it. He keeps moving in and out, keeping everything just the way you loved it.

Your orgasm finally washed over you like a crashing wave, you cry out in pleasure and tears well up at the waterline of your beautiful eyes. Miguel follows quickly after you.

Your cunt milks ropes after ropes of cum from him. Because of his hyperspermia, he cums so hard and so much. You can literally feel the warm spurts and it makes you gasp as he paints your walls white with his cum. The thrusting doesn’t stop, he continues to ride out his orgasm as his cum leaks out of your pussy even with his dick still buried deep inside you. He pulls out and the beautiful sight of his cum gushing out of you makes his breath hitch.

He gets up to head to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and clean you up. He comes back into the room and he dabs at your sweaty forehead. “You okay, baby?” Miguel asks, his tone soft as he begins dabbing at your sweat slicked body now. “Mhmmmm…” You dreamily hum out as he makes his way to your dripping pussy and gently wipes up his cum. He tosses the washcloth into the dirty laundry basket and crawls into bed with you and pulls you close with his strong arm.

Miguel lays on his back next to you and you’re on your side, you drape your leg over his thigh as your hand rubs slow circles on his abs with your head resting on his chest. He places a sweet kiss to your forehead which gets him a hum of contentment from you. The two of you lie there in comfortable silence as he buries his nose into your hair, you smell of your signature perfume and sex.

Miguel looks down at you. You’re so precious to him and you’re alive and safe here. He doesn’t want to ever lose you and while he can’t control life and death, he can control himself. He’ll give this relationship his all. He breaks the silence, his words wrapped with vulnerability, "Don't ever leave me…"

You know about his past… the loss of Dana, Gabriel and Gabriella and your heart aches for him. You know that he has a hard time accepting happiness as if it was going to be snatched away from him like it was all some cruel trick. You immediately cling to him, kissing his lips softly and then kissing his chest right where his heart is.

“I never will, mi amor…” You quickly reassure him and look up at him with those sweet sleepy eyes. The love you have for each other in both of your eyes is completely undeniable. You both want to be with each other till your last breath.

You continue rubbing circles on his abs as you rest your head on his chest again when you fall asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat against your ear, safe in his strong arms and the both of you so in love.

Summary: A bunch of random shit. I think about him too much and it’s effecting my life in strange ways.

People seemed to like the first one I did. Have a second one.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

Summary: I just wanted to make my own headcanon list on what it’s like to date this dork ass loser lol

Author's Note: This scrumptious gem graced my timeline today, and I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Do yourself a favor and follow the artist on Twitter, and while you're at it, check out her Patreon—it's totally worth it! (Artist & Her Patreon)

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and i'll fix it!)

CW: AFAB! reader, usage of she/her, handjob (m! receiving), oral (m! receiving), pet names, role-play (prostitution), public sex

word count: 2k

Nanami was the epitome of dedication, tirelessly clocking in countless hours at the office to ensure his sweet wife lived in the lap of luxury. He was a gentleman in every sense. Yet, sometimes, this relentless work ethic could be his Achilles' heel.

💜(N)SFW HEADCANONS💜

Pairing: miguel o’hara x curvy!f!reader

Warnings: 18+, body descriptions (reader is plus size/chubby), fluff + smut, a bit of body insecurity so be mindful, missionary, doggy, standing full nelson, mutual masturbation/exhibitionism, mirror fucking, thigh kink, face sitting, illusions to breeding kink HAHA, ermmm yeah that's it i think

Summary: miguel's dynamic with a voluptuous queen <3

A/N: tysm for 2000 followers!! I know I've been very shitty at staying active these past few months, but the fact that you're all STILL supporting me through my bs is so amazing. I love you all.

SFW

First off, Miguel will not tolerate any sort of body negativity from you. Your softness is his safe haven— the perfect balance to his sharp musculature. He’s made of edges: clawed hands, broad shoulders, a serrated personality held together with trauma and stubbornness. So the gentle roundness of your body is like heaven to him. If he ever catches you talking down on yourself? That smile on his face disappears. His voice gets all quiet and low, and he gently grabs your face in those big, calloused hands and kisses you like he’s trying to prove something. “Don’t do that,” Miguel murmurs against your skin. “You don’t get to say bad things about the woman I love.” The next second, he's feeding you your favourite dinner, running you a bath, and kissing every roll, stretch mark, freckle, scar, and spot on your body; worshipping your curvature until you forget about every insecurity you could ever muster up. You don’t even have to say something negative out loud. Miguel can tell by the way you pinch your stomach in the mirror, the way your smile falters when a photo doesn’t look the way you hoped, or when you cover yourself up around him like you’re hiding. He doesn’t stand for it. He’ll stop whatever he’s doing, pull you into his chest, and just hold you. No words, no pressure— just his heartbeat and his breath slowing to match yours. You are the perfect woman, something pulled from the pits of his imagination, and he sure as hell will make you feel like it for the rest of your life.

Even though I've established PDA is not Miguel's cup of tea, behind closed doors, that man is a fucking MENACE. He actually cannot fathom the thought of not touching you, and your softness only aids in his justification of such out of character clinginess. If you're lying on the couch watching a movie, Miguel doesn't hesitate to flop on top of you, crushing you under his weight and nuzzling his face in between your tits. His hands hold onto your plush waist, like he's trying to keep you from slipping away. But what does he tell you when you grin down at him? "What? You're warm." like he isn't borderline purring against you. He enjoys pampering you too, showing you that even when you're bloated, experiencing hormonal weight gain, or just plain self-loathing, that he can lift you with ease. He'll sit you on his lap while he's tinkering in his home office. He'll carry you around the apartment just for the fun of it. If you can't reach something in the kitchen cabinets, he'll give you a effortless boost. If there's an excuse to touch you and/or make you feel like a princess, Miguel is seizing the moment immediately.

Food is a big part of your relationship. Not only is it because Miguel likes to see you healthy and fed, but because its such a simple way for the two of you to bond. You cook dinner most nights and the two of you sit at the kitchen counter laughing while you indulge, or on date night Miguel will bring you to the fanciest restaurants in Nueva York, only for the two of you to end up in a KFC carpark because of the tiny ass portions, or Miguel will bring home takeout on nights where you're both home late. Regardless, it's shared knowledge that both of you can feel down about different parts of your appearance sometimes, but Miguel will absolutely never let that have any impact on eating together and the little moments of bliss you share whilst doing so.

BONUS HEADCANON: Miguel's favourite meal is pozole rojo, and when you make it for him, even if you do a shit job (for my lovelies that can't cook to save their lives), he absolutely ASCENDS to the heavens. You know what they say, the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach!! ;)

Miguel is adamant on the world changing for you, not the other way around. You complain about small, uncomfy chairs at a restaurant? Suddenly you're eating at home with a gorgeous, plush new dining set delivered that same week. Your jeans don’t fit right? He spends hours studying sizing charts and materials before presenting you with a pair he got made custom that fits so well you nearly cry. If your thighs chafe, he’s got ointments, oils, powders lined up like it’s a curated skincare shelf. “Relax, i just like taking care of you.” He'd shrug, as if he didn’t spend hours researching the best products. Because let’s be real— Miguel's love language is acts of service. He anticipates what you need before you even say it. And when you get all flustered about him doing too much, he just grins and says, “You take care of my heart. Let me take care of the rest.”

Miguel borderline studies every little thing about you. It could be the sultry things— like the sway of your hips when you walk, the way your love handles spill out in tight jeans, the rise and fall of your chest when you laugh, the jiggle of your thighs and ass when you flop into bed. Or it could be the uncomfortable things— like the way you squirm around when your boobs cause your back to ache, or the stretch marks on your hips, back, and thighs that you falsely deem "ugly", or the way you frown when a dress doesn't cover your butt or the sleeves on a shirt cut into your arms, or your hesitance to run anywhere due to all the unwanted bouncing. Or it could be the domestic, ordinary things— like the way his shirts hang off your shoulders, hug your tits, and then loosen over your stomach when you wear them, or the way you immediately un-suck your stomach and sigh the moment you step through the door, or the way you never hesitate to throw yourself at him because you trust that he'll catch you every time. Miguel always has his sharp red eyes on you, and he's infatuated with every little aspect of your being, the good and the bad. He wants to be in tune with every minor expression you make, because he worships every single part of you.

NSFW

Miguel is a thigh man through and through. When you're fucking, there's always a degree of affection given to your supple quads. If Miguel's eating you out, head between your legs, he'll break away from your dripping cunt just to lazily nip and suck at the inner flesh of your thighs, so pussy-drunk that he's still moaning and panting as he licks a stripe up one leg until he's diving back in to tongue your cunt open. When he has you on your back, even though he wants your legs out of the way as to not obscure his view of your pretty face, Miguel still has to feel your thighs on him. Whether they're wrapped around his waist- velvet soft skin gliding and clenching against him, or your calves are over his shoulders and your thighs ripple against his abdomen with every deep thrust, Miguel just needs to feel them in some form. When he's hitting it from the back, his grip on your hips will not-so-subtly drift to your ass first, groping a fistful of flesh, before moving down to the top of your plump thighs, grabbing at them to spread you wider so that he can watch your pussy tense and spasm around the base of his fat cock, past loads dribbling down your legs in a way that has him feral. Then when you're spent after coming for the 'nth time, collapsed against his chest, Miguel will still find your thigh under the covers and draw lazy circles there with his fingertips, as if he needs that contact to ground himself after stuffing you full like a dog in heat.

Face sitting is a dream come true for Miguel. It's a way for him to assert that no matter how insecure you may feel, he'll be strong enough to accomodate you at any shape or size, and worship your body in the most rewarding manner. But aside from that, it's the just the perfect fantasy for this munch of a man. Being suffocated by your syrupy sweet pussy, feeling you rock against his face and hearing your muffled whines from above him, his hands being able to hold onto your thighs, grab at your ass, slide up your waist... it's heaven on earth. Because of this borderline desperation, Miguel gets reallllll pissed off if you attempt to hold yourself back and avoid sinking down on his mouth with your full body weight. "¿Qué coño te crees que estás haciendo?" Miguel would grumble, digging his fingers into the crevice of your love handles and pulling you down, practically smashing his arched nose into your cunt as he feels your thighs squeeze his temples in baseless protest, whining about how you'll "hurt him". Hurt who?? Certainly not your behemoth of a man who's already ascending as he shakes his head back and forth as while filthily lapping at your folds. He's a mutt when he's beneath you.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Miguel’s favourite position is missionary!! Not only is it because eye contact plays a huge part in his own comfort during sex, but because he gets the perfect display of every single inch of your body. And, as prefaced, Miguel cannot keep his hands to himself, and this trait becomes 1000% worse in bed. Having you splayed out beneath him means he gets to watch as his thick fingers roam over your body. His sharp red eyes fixate on the way the fat of your tits spill from his palms, the way your waist squirms and quivers beneath his grasp, the way your stomach forms a rippling bulge each time he bottoms out, and the way your thick hips buck up against his pelvis in a silent cry for more. Goshhhh this man gets so caught up in the fact that you look like a goddess rocking back and forth on his bed that he simply forgets to pull out, coating your warm 'n gooey insides with thick ropes of cum. Fortunately for him, it means that you'll be even plumper, even more ethereal, in just a few months time!! (breeding kink strikes again, wouldn't be a true violet-esque fic without it)

If you're having an off day when it comes to your body, Miguel has two different freaky solutions to fix that. Number one: fucking you in a full nelson in front of the mirror. Like, he's standing while he holds your thighs open, big hands slotted in the crease of your knees as he pistons you open. He whispers in your ear "Mantén los ojos abiertos. Watch what I'm doing to you, preciosa. Look at what you fucking do to me. My beautiful girl." while he bounces you up and down on his thick cock, cum and slick dripping onto the hardwood bedroom floors as you sit limp and spread open in against his chest.

Number two: he'll make you sit pretty for him in bed, propped up against the pillows, and watch you finger yourself. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Miguel will stroke his dick as he verbally guides you through your pleasure: "Just like that, hermosa. Bonito y lento." He wants to show you that your body makes his blood run dangerously hot, that you're his favourite muse. His perfect, personal pornstar. He'll be a panting mess as his slick fist pumps his shaft, staring without a single blink as your fingers sink into your cunt and your plush hips jerk under his gaze and you beg for him to touch you. Even though mutual masturbation is frustrating for the both of you, it definitely serves it's purpose. Because once the two of you cum like that, staring at each other in pure admiration for one another's beautiful bodies, you're jumping his fucking bones and letting Miguel reiterate his point with his cock— his point that you are so unbelievably perfect just the way you are.

I got really carried away with this to make up for falling off the face of the earth 😭😭

We’ve always seen Grumpy x Sunshine when it comes to Miguel and Reader. Today I present you with Grumpy x Grumpy

Reader who never showed a smile towards anyone in the Society. 

Miguel who notices them in the group meetings. Every Spider has a sense of humour, they smile through the pain, but you didn’t. You were always with a serious expression. You were integrated, at the same time though, you seemed closed off. Not letting anyone come close. 

Miguel who takes interest. There is only one place for a Grumpy person in this lab, and that’s him. Or at least, most people say he is grumpy, not that he believes it 100%. 

Reader who enjoys spending time by themselves, recluding to the rooftop of the Society. A place that, weirdly enough, no one frequents. 

Miguel who looks for Reader in the common spaces, but doesn’t have luck. He didn’t exactly know what he wanted with you, but there was something pulling him towards your person. Did he want to be friends? Was he just curious? No idea.

Miguel who has to admit to Lyla what he is doing, having to accept her teases. “Oooohhh Miguel has got a crush” At which Miguel rolls his eyes. He doesn’t. He doesn’t even know you! How could he have a crush? he definitely has. If it were any other Spider, he would probably not care, but you. You had something. 

╰┈➤ DAY TWENTY: HALLOWEEN (+ anal) w/ MIGUEL O'HARA

inspired by this req- "Miguel putting his 🍆 in the wrong hole? Haha. I was just looking for something like that and there’s no where to be found, idk it could be hot or not, but prob def uncomfortable on poor reader until she starts liking it (?) idk"

Originally, Miguel had completely rejected your idea for this year's Halloween festivities. The number one selling point of intercourse for him is being able to share that raw connection with you, a primary part of that being the ability to clearly see your face and talk you through your pleasure. So, when you proposed the idea of Miguel wearing one of those shitty, cheap Ghostface masks that would horribly obstruct his vision, on top of having him act like a cold, scary killer... Miguel was not thrilled.

That is, until he got you in this position.

You're shivering on your hands and knees on the cool living room floor, your nightgown purposefully shredded and frayed in all the right places as Miguel bunches the fabric up at your waist. His gloved hands scratch at your smooth skin as he moves to spread the globes of your ass, making your breath hitch as you invitingly arch your back, pushing your face further into the wooden floor panels.

"Esa es una buena chica…" Miguel chuckles, his voice muffled by the mask, its cavernous black eyes gazing directly at the shiny little plug nestled in your ass. Miguel is thick in every sense of the word, so of course he insisted you prep yourself for tonight if he had to go through with your sick plan.

Broad fingers wrap around the base of the plug, giving it a sharp tug that knocks all the air out of your lungs with a strangled mewl, making Miguel splay a reprimanding spank on your ass, a silent order to shut up and let him make the most of this. Miguel doesn't want to be mean, but if he absolutely has to, he will be fucking mean.

You wiggle your ass in a feeble attempt to entice Miguel into giving you what you want, and you're met with a cruel chuckle. You're glad Miguel is taking his role seriously, but you're too horny to play along. Your body is craving his thick cock, and the fact that he knows that is just making you whine and whimper more.

Until the cool metal of his blade drags along your spine, the back of his knife making you shudder as he caresses your back all the way up to your raised ass. Miguel uses the tip of the knife to pop the plug out of your ass, making you wince. The sight of your gaping little hole twitching at the loss of the plug makes Miguel release a strangled breath, sweat beading on his forehead beneath the mask.

Experimentally, Miguel flips the knife around and slowly feeds the handle into your ass, watching the way your walls swallow it inside as your thighs quake. You're so cute.

Miguel doesn't waste any time after that, pulling the knife away and dropping it to the floor before shuffling closer until the tip of his cockhead brushes against your entrance. With a few shallow thrusts, he parts the tight ring of muscle, hissing lowly at the way your asshole snugly takes his girth. You whine pathetically, begging him to just fucking do it already as he pushes inside in one long stroke, filling you to the brim.

It's a daunting feeling, like your mind and ass are about to snap simultaneously. But all you can do is take it as the lube being held in by the plug starts dribbling out of your hole and coating Miguel's shaft. Your walls flutter around him as he starts to move, pulling out slowly before ramming his fat dick back in, completely disregarding any rhythm or pace as he focuses on giving you harsh thrusts.

The sound of skin slapping against skin reaches Miguel's eager ears faintly through the mask, but it only makes the experience more intense for him as he loses himself to the tightness of your ass and starts pounding deep into you.

"Shocking dirty hole is sucking me in. You're that much of a dirty slut, baby? Sad." Miguel taunts, slapping your ass again and groping the irritated flesh. His gloved hands are everywhere, gripping your hips, your shoulders, and pulling at your hair. The dull slamming of his tip inside of your ass, the walls of your rectum spasming to try and adjust to just how thick his cock is; it all goes straight to your poor, neglected cunt, slick dripping down your thighs and onto the wooden living room floor.

You only have your self to blame for being put in this position, but the ache in your belly is too consuming for you to remember how and why you're getting your ass ruined by your boyfriend in a Ghostface get-up.

As your sobs and moans get louder, you reach behind you with an open palm, needing some affection to keep you grounded. Miguel suddenly snaps out of the haze of his selfish pleasure, immediately intertwining his long, thick fingers with yours and softening his thrusts, his hands finding refuge on your shaking waist and kneading your flesh soothingly.

"Pobrecita. Too much for you to handle, huh?" Miguel coos, lifting the mask and throwing it to the ground to take a good look at your messy, pouting face looking over your shoulder and back at him. It was only a matter of time before you broke; his precious girl.

 It’ll be super late into the night, and let’s say it’s Winter to make things worse. 

Well, you thought you started the night wrapped and bundled up in y’all’s down-feathered comforter, whipped out from the closet for frigid nights like these. You even wore your thermal pajamas, that’s how cold it was, so you definitely know you fell asleep extra cozy and toasty for the night. To go even further, Miguel always wraps an arm around you before drifting off, pulling the distinct aroma of your clothes and skin closer to his face. . . So why do still you feel cold? 

You remain asleep until your skin can no longer bear the invasive crisp of the air. Dejected, your eyes open, your gaze leading from the wall down to the bed around you.

You twist your head to see behind you, your eyes following along the bed until you find the culprit.

So that’s why I’m cold. Sucker took all of the blanket to his side. 

Your expression is a mix of reproach and borderline laughter. You hold it in so as to not wake him, of course. You did have to admit, despite it costing your comfort and warmth, the sight next to you was just too darn cute. You almost wanna take a picture of the precious crime scene. 

You reckon that, deep in his sleep, Miguel had turned over, and in doing so, brought all of the blanket with him. With tired eyes, you turn your whole body now to face him, his back facing you. You lay there, looking on with a soft smile. Your eyes scan all the shapes and edges; how the mountain of his figure rises and falls. You hold in a chuckle whenever he snores significantly louder. 

When you’ve had enough, you turn back around, and as quietly as possible, you get up to grab another blanket. The other move would’ve been to pull back your portion of the blanket, but there was the risk of waking him, so you settled for grabbing another one.

You come back, snuggled in your assigned spot on the mattress and allow sleep to take you for the second time that night. 

It’s not long before you feel shuffling in the bed. Your eyes crack open when you feel a different, more familiar warmth. You see that the throw blanket you grabbed from one of the lounge chairs is no longer on you, but on the floor. Instead, on your body is all of the comforter that had been stolen from you, in addition to the arm that initially took it. 

“Mmsorry, beba,” with eyes still closed, he mumbles through his half-awake state, ”I’ll buy us a bigger blanket”. 

Your lips curl in your slumber, the feeling of Miguel’s body cocooning yours conquering any blanket or comforter in the world.