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Rotten || Part 2

Summary: Second chances only come to those who deserve it. You aren't sure if your husband should be considered as a deserving person. Characters/Pairing: Miguel x GN!Reader Word Count: ~900 Warnings: angst, A/N: This was asked to be turned into a part 2 by @bat1212 a while ago and I completely forgot :(( sorry for keeping you waiting!!

Ever since you had walked out, a bitter taste had left its permanent place in Miguel's mouth. He had done nothing but watch the love of his life walk out of their house as if they were nothing to him. He had already lost his old life, and then there was the one he stole from his alternate self. An alternate version of him who was happy, who lived with you and your daughter... up until the incident. When he met you in this world, he swore he wouldn't let anything hurt you. Yet here he was being the soul reason that your chest ached and heart broke.

Your phone was hot, ready to blow up with the number of calls and texts that your husband had been spamming you with. Most ranged from 'call me', to extensive apologies and begging for forgiveness. It would never be worth it.

How could you forgive him after he threw away everything he promised to you?

As your phone rang for the tenth time that night, you finally decided to answer. it wasn't an easy decision, already knowing that the sway in your silent treatment would break your faux confident demeanour. "What is it?" The sigh that slipped past your plump lips was pathetic, a giveaway to how upset you truly were. You could sense Miguel's hesitation before he even spoke.

"I am sorry," he began, "I wasn't fair to you.."

That pathetic excuse of an apology wasn't enough for you. You shook your head, standing in the street as the cool air dug its cold claws into your skin. You shivered and had to fight off another sigh. "Miguel, sorry doesn't cut it anymore. I have had enough of your treating me as if we aren't a team, as if we aren't literally married!" Your voice began to raise, the rush of emotions forcing you to pause before you say anything else that you would regret. Typically, Miguel would have scolded for you for raising your voice at him in his own brash way. Tonight, he chose not to. He was too hard on you, too distant and it was eating away at your once beautiful marriage.

"You're right.." He sighed softly, leaning his back against the headboard of your bed, "Sorry doesn't cut it anymore." He admitted quietly. His eyes shut and his hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He'd neglected his partner for too long. "Come home, my love.. Let me apologise in person. Even if that isn't enough, you deserve to hear it." His words sounded sincere, but they still made your stomach churn. Were you seriously about to go back on your own words and crawl straight back home into his arms? It had only been a few hours since you left and yet you already missed the warmth of your shared bed.

"I can't, Miguel." Your words were stern, even as your bottom lip quivered. If you were to come home, fall into his strong arms and listen to his words you knew exactly what would happen. You would listen to his apology, the sweet little words of your lover professing his undying need to have you in his life as if it was the last thing he'd ever do. You would break, falling back into the cycle of leaving and crawling straight back at the drop of a hat.

Perhaps that's why you found yourself in the cab, still talking to Miguel. You heard his sigh of relief as you muttered your address to the driver, smiling shyly as you sat in the back seat.

"So, you are coming back?" His voice was borderline teasing, poking at your buttons until you'd huff and tell him to be quiet.

"I won't if this is how you're going to be," your grumbled. For a moment you paused, closing your eyes as the car began to move. "Will you run me a bath? I'm cold..." You admitted, only to hear the gentle rumble of his laughter. Although you were both still on edge, neither of you could deter yourself from the need that panged your chest.

It wasn't long before you were home, clothes thrown to the floor as you sunk deep into the bath that Miguel had drawn for you while he impatiently waited for you to come home. His fingers rubbed against the top of your calm, caressing your knuckles as he leaned his head against the edge of the bath. While you basked in the warmth of the water, he settled in your presence outside of the bath.

"Let me make things right.." he whispered, kissing your palm. As you looked down at him, you couldn't help but nod.

"Okay.." you sighed, finally forgiving your husband.

Possessive! Miguel who's hands are always gripping your hips the slightest bit too tight, leaving bruises the size of his palms.

Possessive! Miguel who enjoys watching you squirm in his lap, keeping you secure with his large hands and staring daggers at any man who dares looking at you.

Possessive! Miguel who loves the startled look on your face as he pushes you against the wall, hips rutting into yours.

Possessive! Miguel who has you begging for any touch, asking (telling) you who you belong to. "Who do you belong to, mami?"

Possessive! Miguel who enjoys seeing your pathetic pout as he teases you, placing lingering touches that has your hips bucking into his rough hand. "Oh, mami, look at you... You're just begging for me to take you.."

First ever nsfw post 🔞 hope you all enjoy. Minors and fetishizers DNI

CW: Ftm Miguel O'hara, oral (Miguel receiving), praise, overstim, idk if any more, bad spelling lmfao.

Poor desperate Miguel who can't stop squirming from all the pleasure he's receiving, his overstimulated clit giving him mind-numbing pleasure. As your warm tongue assaults his bundle of nerves he can't contain his pretty moans and needy whimpers. He's so dumbed down he can't think of anything but you and the pleasure. Your good boy can't choose between escaping the pleasure or wanting more, his poor boypussy so overstimulated from the unknown amount of orgasms you coaxed out of him. It's going to be a long night, as you could keep eating his sweet boycunt for a few more hours. Oh, he can't take anymore? Then what was your pretty boy thinking when he told you he was stressed and pent up? He can take a few more.♡

Miguel and Begging (Drabble)

Summary: Miguel and begging. (He has to like begging for hall see him with lyle he sounded sooo 🫢🫢)

Warnings: Smut again! Begging, creampie, Uses of good boy

A/n: I know i’ve been putting out drabbles instead of the new chapter but these are things i write in 2 minutes on my notes 💀💀

let’s be real, miguel is most definitely a better when he does bottom in bed. Yes, he likes to be in control and whatever but nothing can tell me that he doesn’t like to be taught a lesson.

On some days, the man bottoms for you. Those days are really when he’s too tired to top or has just felt so dominant the whole day. Those are

your favorite days because Miguel easily becomes putty in your hands. Just from teasing, the man is already whimpering and begging for you to actually put his dick in your mouth. You don’t oblige until he puts a pleade on the end of that though. (That shit was soooo sexy in the movie theater!!)

When he finally gets what he wants, he lets out a long airy moan. Sometimes, your mouth is going too slow for the spiders liking and he attempts to wrap your hand in your hair to shove you to his pace but all that happens is you go back to teasing him and waiting on him to apologize. He does after a while.

After you rip his first orgasm out from inside of him, the next one is from you riding him. The pace only increases with how much he begs. If he wants to be stubborn and quiet, he gets nothing. However, when he wants to be a good boy and follow directions, you gradually speed up. When you’re on top, your pleasure isn’t on attention, it’s all Miguel.

Mr o’hara is definitely a moaner. When he was inside your mouth and hole, he was moaning louder than you can imagine. So loud, the neighbors were bound to be pissed the next morning. They could definitely here when he got close and started to beg for his release. if you were riding and you wanted him to cum inside, he’d grip onto your hips as if it was the last thing he could ever touch in the world. You’d be releasing all over his cock as he dug himself deeper into you.

You’d give him aftercare too. Holding him and whispering how much of a good boy he was for you while giving him soft rubs. If you weren’t too tired, he’d have a shower but most of the time he was way to tired to get up and bring you both to the bathroom to clean up so you left his cum inside you for the night and left it a morning duty to clean.

Overstimulation

Summary: Miguel o’hara and overstimulation blurb.

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, use of *cunt*.

W/c: Probably like 100, I wrote this in two minutes on the train. Credit for banner < @cafekitsune > I’m trying to hold y’all over until i finish the next chapter of Tangled!

nobody talks about how miguel loves overstimulation. He’s try to overstimulate you and give you tons of orgasms before he actually fucked you. it was a good type of pain. But it wasn’t over when he fucked you, that was only the beginning. It seemed like he had tons of stamina (being spider-man at all) so he barely stopped for breaks. even though you really needed it when you were entering your second orgasm and he was still chasing his first.

A smirk would come across his face while watching you cry for help and beat against his chest. After he finally came he gave you a short minute break for him to catch himself before flipping you over and ramming right back into your sensitive cunt. he was moaning, you were moaning. And he also added the clit combo to add to the mix of pleasure. You BOTH wouldn’t be walking tomorrow at this point.

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“Mig- Please it’s too much. I can’t take it anymore”

“Just give me one more mi amor, then i’ll fuck you as a reward.”

He had been saying that for the last three times he made you unravel on his cock.