I Think Miguel O'hara Doesn't Like Voicing Out His Needs, Instead He Makes You "force Him" To Say Them.

i think miguel o'hara doesn't like voicing out his needs, instead he makes you "force him" to say them. he can be pushy, he can grab and pull, kiss and bite but his mouth will only spill out moans and some groans when he's halfway hard and you're not being fast on taking off your clothes or touching him.

he would grind and do everything in his power to get you to be just as horny as he feels. he'd curse out, both in english and spanish when you finally touch him back, when you're the one running your mouth to call out his whorish behavior.

he can bend wherever you guide him to, spreading his legs real nice for you, even arching his back. maybe you want him on top, ready to ride you, and he'll be happy to oblige. or maybe he'll let you push him around, seeing your face as you position yourself between his legs, watching his chest go up and down when he'll eventually sigh in relief, thinking he's about to get what he desperately wants.

his eyes would beg you to fill him up, but you'd wait enough to get him to a breaking point. teasing him, grabbing him, pinching his skin and leaving marks in his neck or back while he starts getting desperate because his cock has been already leaking from the beginning, and he really really needs you.

and by that point it'll only take a bit of dirty talking the big stud, telling him how hot and needy he looks, and he's done. his tone will be demanding, but soon enough he won't stop begging for your cock, screaming your name and asking nicely for more. miguel tells himself he didn't say all those things by choice, you push him to it, you made him be that stuttering mess, but he secretly loves how hard you fuck him each time he says please.

and so he'll say it again and again until you cum inside of him.

Why are there so many fics where Miguel assaults the reader? Why are they making him a rapist and romanticizing it?? What is wrong with people????

I had to draw...the claws

how to know if it's an oscar isaac character:

PRAISE THE LORDDDDDD

Whispering to ftm miguel that you're going to fill his womb with your kids

miguel in the mating press position!!

he’s crying with fat tears slipping down his cheeks, hair messy on top of his head and he’s moaning out and he just looks so utterly sinful.

he’s folded in half, thighs against his chest with his hands attempting to latch onto anything to keep himself grounded. it wasn’t helping at all, with the way your cock was filling every inch of him.

to say he was sopping wet was an understatement, and it hadn’t helped that he was on his third orgasm of the night. he was truly pliant in your hold; allowing you to do as you please.

“you feel that, love? feel how deep i am? at this rate i could get you pregnant..” you grunted, and he squeals as he gushes out another orgasm. “you like that don’t you, want me to fill you up with my cum until you’re fucking dripping,” you all-but-growl, punctuating your words with unforgiving and harsh thrusts.

miguel was blissed out of his fucking mind, he had no thought left in his head besides being focused on you, you, you.

idk if you’ll do this but on my knees begging for miguel o’hara to be roughly fucked by male reader whose so much more bigger, taller, and stronger than him

Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Size difference, brief solo masturbation, rough sex.

Miguel’s knocked breathless the first time he meets you in person. He’s seen every shape and size of other Spider-People, but with the way your suit hugs you like a second skin, showing off every inch of taught muscle, he has to force himself to sputter out a half decent greeting when you glance down and offer him a handshake. Even just from the brief few seconds of contact he can feel the strength simmering beneath your skin, and that night he shoves a makeshift gag into his mouth while he fingers himself with 3 digits, mind racing with fantasies of you, moans of your name on the tip of his tongue.

When he cums he cums hard, so dazed that all he can do is sit there for what feels like hours while he comes down - torso painted with cum and hole clenching ceaselessly around nothing, thoughts of what it would be like if you were the one making him cum like that already making his softening cock grow hard again.

His fantasies pale in comparison to when you're both stripped of your suits and he’s pinned beneath you, your solid grip on his hips stopping him from grinding back against your thrusts as you rutt into him, all coherent thoughts scrambled while you fuck him like a toy. Your body engulfs him when you lean down so he can feel you pressed against his back, hips continuing their hard and rough pace, and he slowly begins to grow fuzzy with the feeling of you completely dominating all his senses.