— GRIS Y AZUL miguel o’hara x fem!reader

First part!

Warnings : blood; injuries; depiction of panic attack; slightly smut; fluff; making out; politician; y/n use; fem!reader x Miguel o'hara; I'm not native English or Spanish speaker so forgive me for orthographic errors; Spanish sentences are translated.

  • Notes : Hi,everybody! Since we are all on the same boat for having brain rot on Miguel , I decided to write something myself.
  • I decided to give Y/N a different personality instead of the usual cute , shy, clumsy , kind and courageous one. I opted for a realistic one this Y/N isn't an empath, to honest a blasé, she is opportunistic, Machiavellian , manipulative and has a lot of personal problems that you will get to read. She obviously has also good traits : like being truthful at herself, caring towards the one she cares , witty and even though she is not an empath, she has her own sense of good and evil , of what must be done and can understand and adapt what others are feeling, even though she doesn't feel the same.
  • Also I decided for another job rather than the same barista, assistant or spider person: politician. Since Miguel has a conflictual emotion towards the richer members of Nueva York and a job like that adds more tension and more themes to explore.
  • For Miguel personality I will try my best to be faithful to comicbooks and part of the movie, since this take place before them.
  • I will explore their personalities more ,but don't worry there will be a lot of tension and smut.
  • Also the characters from the comic book will appear.
  • Anyway enjoy this first chapter!

Chapter One

It's another day in polluted and overpopulated Nueva York. The bright colors of the uppercity contrasting with the undercity's neon lights. Everybody is rushing towards their destination without even caring about others and themself. The only thing that matters is keep moving , keep producing, keep consuming.The " Estación Gran Central" is full of people all running towards different direction, like ants; on a wall there is a big screen projecting a lights over them. The screen is on channel 99, airing a special after the News about the last hot social topic, where two politicians from differet opposition share their view on the matter , obviously, as in this case , ends with a rather big discussion where no one listen and everybody screams as they have the truth in their hands.

You are slowing to watch the show taking places on the screen. A rather disgusted smirk paints on your face.

"What a circus" you murmur

TUN!

Without realizing your smirk is kissing the floor and you got stepped by the hasty citizens. Struggling to get yourself up. In the end you get back on your feet, hapless with fury and frustration written all over the face and head back to your destination, melting in the crowd.

'SS BROOKLYN ZONA' is lighting the sides of the train. You are already seated inside , trying in everyway to not thinking about the day that is gonna take place. Going to the parliament, smiling to everybody , trying to convince the opposition about a new decree, that you have been trying to apply for months ; get a fake 'yes' to face , but a 'no' during the votes; trying to avoid the stamp , who will analyze every single word you say ,only to bring you down, to be feasted to the pubblic ; talking with people you don't care , who don't care about you and your ideals; it seems like being on a stage , it looks like your job is being an actress 24/24h , when in reality you wanted truly chance something , create a city strong and united against other indipent city, not for some sense of unity , paece or empathy , but for prosperity of the economy, the sciences and the arts. Then it would come the evening, where you had to go out with other "colleagues" to talk about new strateges, new plans and how to overthrown the opposition to able to have the most of the seats in the upcoming election. Not only the arguments would most of the time swift towards more "shallow", conversations about everyday things, which you would love to interested in them , but you could never bring herself to like , as you felt some sort of shame when doing them: never left yourself some mental rest, always thought that you had to do something important, to leave a meaninful print in everything, to be important for meaningful reasons. Then the night wouldn't be mercyful: the heavy silence flooding your hears, almost painful , in your minimalist, empty, modest appartment. Loliness was such a torment, but also a sort of pleasure, since was the only moment where you were yourself , free of any social convention.

This was yesterday.

This was the day even before.

The day before before

The other day.

The last week.

The last moth.

The last year.

The last 25 years.

This is gonna be the today.

CRASH!

At least it's what you thought, not what the universe had in plan for you.

The train stops abruptly. A voice from the speaker speak after a jingle :" Dear passenger we inform you that the train has stopped due to en emergency on the surface. Please remain calm and wait for further instructions".

"Finally a good day" you think to yourself. You signed , leaning your head to the window, which showed the dark of the tunnel, closed your eyes and relaxed. Meanwhile other passengers start screaming, panicking and trying to overcome their anxiety. You are in a total state of total bliss , you feel like outside of space and time, in another dimension ,in another reality , where anything mattered.

Until you get brougth back to reality to the sudden sped the train started moving. The acceleration keeps growing. Some passengers fall on the floor, others have to hold on to the handles or at the walls. You were leaning against the seat , with wide eyes and a confused expression. Outside the window change color from black to the bright light blue of the sky. There you see that all the city is under attack: most of the cars are out of control , the traffic light went crazy , the skyscrapes windows are blinking from the lights inside, all the mobiles the gizmos ,all kind of technology was out. It's a disaster.The same jingle as before ring in the train :" Dear passengers ,please remain calm, we arent gonna do anymore intermediate stops, we are going to get to destination in time".

"Hell with that!"

"What is going on?!"

"We are gonna die, isn't it?!"

"Go fuck yyourself"

"Fuck you NYLine"

Everybody is going nuts: panic and confusion is in the air

"Breath and stay calm" you thought, panic isn't a good idea, now you have to process what is going on. In total tranquility you get up and go to the real of the train , fearing that the train is gonna collide against another one, this was clearly a technical issue or a terroristic attack. When you almost get there, abruptly the train stops and you fly against the wall. When you open your eyes , your head was , blood started running from your nose, vision blurred and a ring is in your hears. It isn't in your head, it's the speaker ,who got stuck.

Then another jingle:

"Dear passenger we inform you that-

TUN!

A hand appears on the window near you ,making you jump from the sound , your blood freezes.

You turn your head and see

"SPIDERMAN OH MY GOD"

"MIO DIO GRAZIE AL CIELO"

"तब हम बच जाते हैं"

"¡DIOS MIO!"

You look at him with shock from everything that is happening

He reciprocate your look, then he goes on the roof and starts running towards the front.

After some seconds another jingle rkng :" dear passengers" the voice is different, it was more deep, smooth, almost sensual. In a calm , formal tone continues: " We inform you that Spider-Man is here to save the day and I just covered the train with webs,which leads to the ground. Usa the emergency hammers, shatter the windows ,get out immediately and search a safe space!"

Everbody start doing what he said. In a matter of time you are on the ground ,out of train, still dizzy from everything. As you find a safe place in shop near among other citizens, waiting for clearer istructions ,your mind starts running super quickly, maybe is all the adrenaline in your veins or maybe all the panic repressed before. A stale thought catch your attention :" god it must be so thrilling to be spiderman"

"All the things I would do, all the adventure, all the drama , all the handsome men, the perfect body , I could punch and threaten everbody I want , I could be able to get my decree approved with such easy, I could impose oder and peace"

"Y/N!" Your megalomaniac thoughts get interrupted by an old woman's voice. You turn to see the head of the opposition, Clara Conte.

"Happy to see a familiar face in this see of strangers"

You nooded as Conte got near you.

"This is such a tragedy... This is gonna be on the mouths of everybody for months"

"Who do you think is gonna get all the fingers pointed at for this hell?" You ask with a slight smirk of amusement.

"Mmm" Conte slightly smiles, rubbing a finger under her chin. " Probably the CEO FastNet "

"really?" your brow raise s.

"Yeah"

"Not the Web police?!"

"Nah"

"Well" you are quite suprised by her affermation.

"Whoever is gonna get the guilt , is gonna be executed by the media and popular thought"

Silence falls between the you two, Conte is still rubbing her finger, untill she speakes again

"Wanna bet 20$?"

"50$"

"Alright, you are pretty confident of your prevision"

Suddenly all the technology go back to working. A cacophonic symphony of notifications from all the cellphone in the room erupts. Conte and you watch their respective mobile. You then look at her.

"I just use logic and my m-

Out of nowhere a tentacles breaks through the shop window and grabs Clara Conte. She gets abrupted from the shop. You watched with horror as the woman is asking for help until she dissappers from the street. Your look of horror transformed into one unfazed.

"What a pity" you think scarcastically.

A drone of the stamp passes by.

You glow.

"Fuck, they saw me. She is gonna use this situation to play the victim with the electors and paint me as the coward who remained still. Fuck, fuck , fuck".

You get up and run to the direction they went , thinking about something helpful to do to feed a good image to the media.

"So tentacles... It must Octo...what does he want this time? Money? Vegeance? Chaos? Meh..."

Octo from the 2099 universe is a famous doctor, who after acknowledging to have cancer, tried to cure himself, but ended up messing his dna, becoming a monstrosity half octopus half human.

You stopped in front of the parliament where there is a cortina of policeman , army. Octo is inside.

You walk through the barrier of officers with a fake courageous look. You start talking with them about the situation.

When they finish sharing all the infomation they have , you come to the conclusion that they will not interview soon, since they are waiting for upper commands and they seem rather tired from all the work they had today and uninterested to help one single person, when the city was still recovering from the disaster. Thanks to your position, you get a permission to enter alone the building, taking ,before ,a laser gun from one of the man. They try to persuade you to not enter , but they can't bring themself care to the point to actually stop you. During your entrance you were being recorded by the stamp drones ,which where all around the building.

"This is gonna be helpful for the next elections" you try to a hide a smile to look as professional as possible.

The parliament was dark and empty , only scattered furniture all around the halls.

Two voices echo through a hall.

You follow them.

Without being noticed , stalk the two, who were talking: Conte was being still being hold by one of the tentacle meanwhile Dr.Octopus is searching for something on electronic papers.

"What's the password of this one Minister?"

....

Conte doesn't respond. He shakes her.

"W-h-a-t-a-t-h-e-p-a-s-s-w-o-r-d"

Conte scared shares the information and he getd the access to some of private governments papers and starts searching for the one, he is interested in.

You are moving slowly towards the two behind without making a noise.

TU DUN!

the sound of metal hits the ground. You stopped, shocked:

You didn't made fall anything.

Dr.Octopis starts analysing the room, in the search

Then a frying sound hits him from behind.

He gets shot by laser in the head.

It was you.

Then another shot goes through him, this time it cuts the tentacle that is holding the woman.

She fall on the ground. You go to give her hand to get out.

You feel the Doc behid you.Unfortunately for you the first shot only pierced Octo left ear.

"Fuck , fuck ,fuck , why do i make this stupid decisions?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Only for some good images of me trying to be heroic?! Why I am so stupid?! Everytime a do domething it twist itself on me ?! God I want to die , but like I don't want to die!!?????" You are trying to not hyperventilate , to act calm and resoluted , but your hands are betraying you, shaking meanwhile you are trying to take the gun. Quickly soon a tentacle storms against you.

You pushs Conte to the right and yourself to left, avoiding to be caught.

On the ground you get your weapon recalibrate it to shoot him again. He is running towards conte to grab her again.

This time he wouldn't be merciful, he doesn't need her anymore since he got the password to the computer.

You aren't ready to shoot, you are sweting, shaking frenetically, making all more difficult.

BAM!

A huge piece of Concrete hits DocOct and Conte is quickly grabbed by a neon orange web.

It was Spiderman.

In the shadow his suit glows with red hints.

"Follow me!" He shouts to you.

Clusmly you start movimg towards him. He shoots another web to grab and push you against his chest.

"Quickly" he adds with arrogance. You go from being impressed and fascinated to annoyed and unimpressed.

You are running towards the halls. Conte is being held under his arm trapped in the web.

All is going fine , till you gets strangled by a tentacle and pushed back to the dark of the building

"YOU!" Octo screams.

You couldn't even shout for help.

" ¡Mierda!" Spiderman exclamates.

He sprints outside leaving Conte to the paramedics , ready to storm inside to help you, till all officers points their guns towards him.

"STOP DON'T MOVE"

"¡Estas pendejo !" Spidey murmurs to himself , bringing his hands to the air.

"YOU ARE UNDER ARREST"

" So you can't arrest the actual criminal and decide to compesante by taking in the only one who is doing something?!"

"SHUT UP AND DON'T MOVE"

"just because we both have bizzare animal themed powers, doesn't mean we are part of a company together, you follow? Or you would make part of it too , since you are pigs wit-" before he could finish, they start shooting at him.

Thanks to his agility he avoids all the bullets. In that right moment Octo flies from from the crystal celling of the main room ,holding you in one of his tentacle.

Pieces of glass decored the sky as confetti.

He throws some granade. All the presents starts fleeing the scene to get cover.

Spiderman incredulous of himself helps them anyway to not get hurt from the debris.

After he looked at the you, who looked like you already accepted your fate.

Octo on the other tentacles has grabbed some computers,

He starts moving quickly away from the scene.

Spiderman follows and reachs him.

OUCH!

A punch hits the criminal face, making the criminal fly against a building. When he recovered he feels a burning sensatuon running in his veins, thus realition hits : on one of his tentacles were bitten by Spiderman , injecting him with paralyzing venom. His eyes widen and he gathers all his remaning strength, before the venom could hit completely. Unfortunately it wasn't enough: another streak of punches and kicks got him out.

Spidey pulls out his blades from his forearm and slices the tentacles, being rewarded by a scream from the Doctor, who starts losing his senses,until he meets his destiny to the ground.

You watch this scene surprised: you knew the officers wouldn't do much to save you as they did with Conte, you already submitted yourself to the consequences of your action.

Death by stupidity, by fake heroism , it is what would be on your cause of death. Spidey manages to free and hug you to swing away from the scene.

You are in a total state of disbelief. Your arms are locked around his neck , his hand is grabbing your butt, with gentleness and your face is dig in his collabrone. You could smell his strong scent, a mixture of sweat and cologne , it is so mesmerizing.

Now you feel safe and relax . The wind in your hair , the softness of this man , his warmth , his scent , his breathing, the beating of his heart.

You never felt like this, in peace with the world, then everything comes immediately to an end , when the adrenaline stopped pumping through your veins and all the emotions you had repressed, exploded out.

"Please DON'T MAKE FALL" you screams panicked

"Why would I do ?! I didn't save you to male you fall on the ground?!?!"

You tighten your hug

" ¡Relájate Nena!" (Relax ,baby)

"I SPEAK ENGLISH"

"you don't speak Spanish?!? AND LIVE IN NUEVA YORK?!"

"I've never learned its to diffic- STOP IM SLIPPING"

"YOU AREN'T!STAY CALM!"

You start crying without realizing over his shoulder.

He notices and feels bad , everything you went through today must had you destroyed your nerves with fear and anxiety.

"Ey ey ey , why are crying?! In this right moment you being saved by the most beautiful man in whole NY"

You slightly chuckle at his comment, making you feel better.

"Yeah , you say that based what"

"On the people who saw me"

"But you always wear a mask!"

"It's because I'm too handsome , it would kill everybody ,who sees my face of envy "

"Then why don't you use it as a weapon against all your enemies"

"Because do you think its fair to make admire such a magnificent face to those bastards?! They don't deserve such privilege"

"Then I can get suche privilege?"

"Sorry but to take it off, i will have to use my hand"

"So?"

"Okay , you can choose between the one that is helding you and the one that shoots the webs"

You rolle your eyes to your stupidity.

" I can use mine" You start moving slowly you hands up ,from his neck to the sides of his cheeks

"Sorry, but you can't, it's Company policy"

You started chuckling harder.

Before you could do anything else, the hand under your butt left you and you fell down.

You scream.

A web engulfes you

Your face just stopped in time a few centimeters from hitting the ground: caught upside-down like a prey. Adrenaline started again flowing in your veins. Your heavy beath jumping againt the floor.

"I saved you three times today : one from that creep , two from your disobedience ,three from my beauty "

He frees her from the webs, making you fall on your knees and immediately you stands up, adjusting yourself.

"Here take it , for the turbulence"

Before your could meet his gaze , 50$ bucks appeared on your hand and he swings away.

You look at him disappearing im the chaos of the city with blown eyes , you still have to reconnect everything that happened.

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The night had fallen on the city bright colored lights decored the skyline. Everything almost got back to before. Now the sounds of chaos were gone.

Your appartament is quiet and covered in dark, the only lights are the one from the outside. You had fallen asleep immediately after you came back from the mess of today, still dressed; blood,dust and sweat stained all over you . You didn't care your brain literally went blackout the Moment you touched the fresh sheets of your bed.

Your phone is full of missed calls and not-read message.

The peace in the apartment gets interrupted by a sound of an opening window from the living room. Step by step someone is heading towards your bedroom. Your door opens slightly and a black silhouette of a man comes inside

You didn't wake up at any of this.

The man gets on bed on his knees, nearing himself to you.

"Por nena! ha sido un día difícil" ( poor ,baby , it has been a difficult day?) the men whispered in your left hear as you are laid on one side.

"Mmm" you get awake by the warmth of his breath on your neck , which sends a shimmer in your back.

"Necesitas relajarte" ( you have to relax) with a hand he grabs your shoulder and pushes you on back violently .

You gasp and your breath speeds up.

You are still a little bit asleep and weaken from the fatigue of the day.

He puts his hands on both you shoulders , chaging you between his arms : he was huge, he completely covered you with his broad should and chest.

You narrowed your eyes to focus who he was

"spiderm-" before you could finish your sentence he lifted his mask till up his nose and kissed you passionately.

At first your eyes were wide by the shock , then you relaxed and melted by his soft lips.He wrapped them around your bottom, breathy groans easily escaping him, as he pulled you impossibly closer. His heart was beating on overdrive, nearly at a concerning tempo as he lapped at your mouth.

He eventually pulls away and you find yourselves both panting slightly from the exchange.Your hands go to the back of his head and you pull him in to kiss him again, more deeply this time but just as passionately. He quickly and easily matches your kiss, and soon you find him leading as you let yourself become completely vulnerable to him, nearly losing yourself to him. He ends the kiss again, pulling away, heavy breaths leaving his mouth.

"Déjame ayudarte" (let me help you) He said softly smirking.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Thanks for reading till the end , I hope you enjoyed it and be ready soon for the next chapter!

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Miguel O’Hara NSFW 18+

You’re riding Miguel, his hands are on your hips as you bounce and grind. He’s telling you how good you’re being for him.

“such a good girl cariño” he says softly, fingers digging into the plushy fat of your hips. he’s grunting and groaning underneath you, smiling and allowing his fangs to show.

“making me feel so good” he grunts “such a good slut for me. my little cumdump aren’t you?”

you’re not exactly sure why, but you suddenly have the urge to slap him. You’ve only ever done it when you’re dominating him but you have this itch to find out what happens if you do it now.

your hand comes into contact with his cheek swiftly. his eyes shooting open and darkening.

before you know it you’re on the bed, and he’s pounding into you, his claws shooting out and coming around your neck, but instead of wrapping around your neck, his claws dig into the mattress below, no doubt leaving holes and leaving you no where to go.

you’re a writhing mess under him, moaning as tears of pleasure spring to your eyes.

“really think you could slap me and get away with it? huh?” he asks mockingly. grinning as you whine.

you practically white knuckle his arm as you come. you can hear yourself getting wetter as he groans and pounds into you almost inhumanely fast.

“t-too much!” you cry out, the overstimulation making your vision blurry. Miguel only chuckles darkly at you “oh really honey? should’ve thought about that before you slapped me” he grunts.

you moan loudly at a particular thrust and you shut your eyes, only to feel a slap to your cheek, not enough to actually hurt but enough to sting.

“come on honey, keep your eyes on me. that’s it good fucking girl” he groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy

“you want me to fill you? huh?” he asks, and you nod enthusiastically.

you whine as you feel him bring his hand down to your lower stomach, and you can feel his cock causing a bulge.

“feel how deep i am? God me being this deep i’d definitely get you pregnant. You’d like that though wouldn’t you? You’d love having a nine month long reminder of who you fucking belong to” he grunts as his seed shoots inside you.

his seed filling you triggers your second orgasm. your legs shaking as Miguel takes his hand off your neck, retracting his claws.

“So cockdrunk you could barely respond cariño” you hear him whisper, kissing your cheek.

and just like that, your loving Miguel is back and ready to take care of you.

🔫 idk who you are, Idk what you want, but this woke me right tf up and left me heavily pregnant.

Miguel forgetting you birthday and makes it up to you with lots of **naughty** time

Has a spanking kink. 🤷🏾‍♀️

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Birthday Surprise

Summary: Miguel forgets your birthday!! 😠

A/n: Miggi 👀

Warnings: smut!!! Duh, some dom/sub dynamics, Miguel is into fat booties, spanking 😈, angst 😫

Miguel is always busy, busy, busy. Either being spiderman or working at the company. He forgets things, easily. And when he stood you up for your birthday, in a restaurant that he had reserved months in advance, he simply just had a lot of things on his mind.

“She’s calling,” Lyla chimes in, voice melodic, staying on the last syllable in a smile.

He barely turns, she frowns. His suit has been acting weird, he was obsessed with trying to figure it out, especially when he felt as if he was so close to finding the reason why it was starting to tear at his talons. He thinks it might have to do with how the molecules were starting to stabilize in the fabric, they seemed to become less adaptable to his sharp “growths”, lagging as they adjusted. Maybe it was because-

“She’s calling again.”

a spider in the snow

pairing: fem!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: you help rehabilitate an injured miguel after he returns from one of his late night patrols…in more ways than one

warnings: nsfw, fluff then smut then fluff, handjob (both m and f recieving), blood mention, an incy wincy tincy bit of angst

word count: 2.5k

notes: heyyyyy i've come back from the dead. i don't really write a lot of one shots so go easy on me for this one. just like every horny person on the internet, i’ve fallen head over heels in love with miguel o’hara. this is me giving into my impulses lmao. sorry if i do anything thats out of character idk him that well so just work with me here. i also don't know everything about nueva york and if names are different than here or something so im just gonna pretend they’re the same. if they are, great! if not, just go with it lmao. one more thing, despite being cuban i am a no sabo kid (rip me) so i had to use a translator for some of this so apologies in advance if some things aren't super accurate. ok lets get on with the show.

Naughty Neighbors Pt 2

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Y/N

Summary: Tensions rise a week after “the incident” and the both of you are doing your best to get on each others nerves. Tonight, you take it too far—and face the consequences.

Content Warning: masturbation, use of sex toys, mention of casual sex/bar hookups

WC: ~1.1k

AN: once again, heavy on the UNEDITED. I HAD to cut it short chickies it was tooo fucking long but part 3 WILL be posted on Monday!!

MDNI!!!

Anonymous asked:

When will you post part 3 of Eucteniza relata? It is soooo good you had me gripping my chair 😤😫🤌🏼✨

Sneak Peek:

AN: To those who wanted a preview to the third part of Ctenizidae and Eucteniza relata, here you go!

Content warnings: smut

MDNI

not for us

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

summary: miguel o’hara found the face of the woman he had loved (and lost) in his office, donning a spider suit with a warm cup of coffee in hand for him. he knew there were no second chances, not for the both of you. still, he couldn’t help longing.

warning: a shit ton of angst… i just cannot let this man be happy, can i? death of loved ones (an alternate you and gabi).

note: fun fact! i wrote this feverishly under my covers at 1 am. enjoy while we wait for me to finish ripping my hair out over chapter two of my miguel series <3

miguel o’hara masterlist. | gif credit. | ao3 version.

You were dead. Miguel knew this.

When he looked up and saw you, smiling with a warm cup of coffee in your outstretched hand, he thought he had been hallucinating.

He thought that maybe Lyla had been right— his lack of sleep and refusal to take care of himself for the sake of work finally caught up to him, but no.

You were real.

Standing there, donning the same spider emblem so many others did. His weary eyes traced over your face, taking in every detail his worn out state allowed for him to. He felt almost selfish for the first thought that came to mind.

You looked as beautiful as the day he lost you.

okay but here me out...

Reader having first kiss be the"Spider-Man kiss" from Miguel

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cloud nine .

pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

summary: convincing miguel to do the spiderman kiss with you.

warnings: none just fluff.

notes: i changed up the request a bit, i hope that's okay!

youre the sunflower ˚

pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

synopsis: everyone on the team loves you, expect miguel who seems to hate you more than anyone.

warnings: angst!! major angst. sunshine!reader x grumpy!miguel. reader is nicknamed sunflower, mentions of death.

notes: there’s one spanish sentence in this, I’m not good with spanish so if I’ve made a mistake please tell me so i can fix it! I might make a part 2 if this fic does well.

One Inch at a Time

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time (with Miguel), size kink, cockwarming, gentle sex, nipple, cock riding, affirmation, porn without plot

Word count: 1k

A/N: I think Miguel has a real gentle side to him when having sex cause of his size.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Miguel hissed as he watched you position yourself on top of him. Normally he would be on top but he figured since you commented on never having someone as big as him before it would be best to let you ride his cock at your own pace. He couldn’t stop his big hands from shaking as he grabbed hold of your hips, lifting you up, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit and your slick dripping down on it and down his length, “Oh fuck.” His cock pulsed with need.

Spanish affectionate names (because we can do better than using “mi amor” a hundred times)

Author’s note: Spanish uses gendered nouns. Masculine nouns often end in -o (example: “guapo”) and feminine nouns often end in -a (example: “princesa”). There are also gender neutral names! I’ll list those too for my people that are non-binary! This list is not exhaustive, so feel free to reblog and add more! Also, some words may have different translations depending on the country!!!!!

For him (names to use towards someone who identifies as a man)

  • Guapo : handsome
  • Rey : king
  • Príncipe: prince
  • Chulo / Lindo : cute, cutie
  • Bichito : little bug (disclaimer: in Puerto Rico, “Bicho” means “d*ck, so “Bichito” would mean “little d*ck”. )

For her (names to use towards someone who identifies as a woman)

  • Princesa: Princess
  • Guapa : beautiful
  • Muñeca : doll
  • Reina : queen

For everyone (he/him, she/her, they/them)

  • Mi corazón : my heart
  • Mi alma : my soul
  • Mi vida : my life
  • Mi cielo : my sky/heaven
  • Mi tesoro : my treasure
  • Mi luz : my light

There are tons more out there. Do a quick search!

Happy writing!