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Miguel O’Hara

SERIES

Part one

Part two

SHORT STORIES

Miguel x female anomaly reader (Smut warning)

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

SHORT STORIES

cold, Grumpy simon x reader (Smut warning)

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JJ Maybank

DRABBLES

Best friend JJ (smut warning)

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Rafe Cameron

DRABBLES

Fake dating Rafe Cameron

Credit to @saradika for the dividers!

Rafe Cameron comes to you with a idea, a stupid little idea. He wants you to date him, but not for real of course, no rafe cameron doesn’t do ‘real’ relationships. No, the only reason he wants to be involved with you is to get out trouble with his father

He needs a way out of getting shipped off to military school, and who else could make his father believe that he had settled and is staying out of trouble then his adorable little neighbour. Your a sweetheart and everyone knows it!

Your also a bit timid, so when he approached you with this idea, you say no immediately. What if your parents found out? and how would this even benefit you? But Rafe is very convincing and sweet talks you into it.

And when the weekend comes around you find yourself sitting in the cameron’s dining room, with his whole family gathered around the table, reintroducing yourself as his girlfriend and hoping they buy it.

Miguel O’Hara

This is a part two to my first mafia!au Miguel fic, find it here

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Miguel pulled back, still looking smug at your heavy breathing and inability to stand still.

“goodnight sweetheart.” he says, before his usual expression is back on his face. He walks off down the hallway, as you only watch from the door.

you stand frozen for a moment, not sure what to make of the situation.

Eventually you make your way into your apartment, locking up and going to bed with the thought of him still on your mind.

Like he said, he shows up to your work. This time a little earlier and with a grin on his face.

“Your happy” you say to him, a smile playing on your face as you wipe down the counter.

he only nods, pulling out an envelope from his coat and placing it in front of you. “Got something for you.” he leans forward, pushing it closer to you.

You pick up the envelope curiously, inspecting it. “it wont hurt you muñeca.” he teases as you give him a look.

You open up the envelope and read the paper that was placed inside. It was..a job offer?

“Position opened up at my company.” he explains. “It’s an assistants job, nothin’ too difficult.”

He looks over at you expectantly. “well I..” you mumble, a bit unsure. “Promise you it’s better then here.” And he gets to keep an eye on you all day, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

You read over the contract slowly, eyes flicking between the words written down. “would i go for an interview soon or something?” you ask, looking back up to him.

He chuckles for a moment, finding something amusing. “You want it, the jobs yours.” he shrugs. “But..how i mean..they can’t possibly know if i’m qualified.”

“Don’t worry about it, yeah?” he sighs. “Come in monday morning, 7 am.”

And with that he drives you home, wishing you goodnight an expecting to see you in a few days time.

Time passes unexpectedly quick, making you jittery and nervous as you walk down the cold concrete sidewalk.

the fall leaves grace the sidewalk and crunch beneath your new heels. The heels you had worn for this special day.

a excited smile is plastered across your features, as you open the door to the building.

you walk into the lobby, a red head woman sat at the front desk, typing away on her computer.

you walk up to her, placing the envelope he’d given you yesterday on the counter.

“Hello! i’m here for the uh..assistants job” you say with a small smile planted on your face. She looks at you then to the envelope.

She grabs it, inspecting the paper inside before giving a nod and lifting her eyes to meet yours.

“You can go on up hun, top floor.” he says plainly as she slides a key card over to you. you give her a nod and slip the card into your pocket.

You ride the elevator all the way up. The door dings and you step out, examining every inch of the room. you walk in a bit further, the waiting area seems empty.

suddenly a girl pops out, a cheery aura surrounding her. She gives you a smile and walks over.

she introduces herself as lyla and walks you through what you need to know about the job.

soon after she leaves you, so here you sit alone in the office waiting for the boss to show up.

the elevator dings and unexpectedly out steps Miguel, although your happy to see him he looks cold, colder then usual.

“Miguel!” you chirp up, standing and walking over to him. he only gives you a sjde glance before continuing to walk to the office door.

“Oh uh, Miguel i don’t know if you can go in there..the boss is out.” you say, trailing behind him.

he lets out a chuckle, though you don’t think there’s much humor behind it. He opens the door to the office, sliding a key card to unlock it.

He walks in the shuts the door behind him, leaving you a little confused at his actions and mood.

you slowly walk back to your desk, sitting yourself down and going through work when the memory of the first time you’d been in this office pops up.

the man who was bothering you, when Miguel walked in he called him..boss. God how could you not remember, it was so obvious.

how could a man like him not be the boss here, and he’d gotten you a job so quickly, of course.

The rest of the shift passes, leaving only half an hour left. You had only seen Miguel a few times, and each time was similar to the last.

he was almost silent, giving you only short worded answer to any of your questions. And the way he held himself seem different too.

It wasn’t like before, when he so kindly offered to drive you from work everyday. No, now he seemed arrogant, cold and completely uninterested.

You’d wondered if you had upset him, maybe said something wrong or annoyed him in some way.

You’d scrolled through emails and documents, endlessly doing work before something popped up that Miguel actually needed to be informed of.

You dreaded it. Especially since he seemed to be mad right now, or at least pissed off. Regardless, this was now your job.

you wondered if he’d be like this all the time, if working here was one big mistake. Yet you still walk to the large office doors that, file in hand as you prepare yourself to face him.

You knock curtly on the door, waiting for the standard ‘come in’ before entering.

you look around as you do so, plaques covering the shelves and walls. Along with some other more personal items.

“what is it..” he grumbles, not even looking up from his work. You step forward placing the file on his desk.

“They said it was urgent” You point to the small stack of papers that were neatly placed inside. You stand around for a few moments waiting for him to say something more.

“That all?” he asks, reaching for the documents and leaning back. You only nod.

you look down to him, hoping for the sweet man you knew yesterday to re appear.

“Miguel,” you say as he lets out a hum. “Have I..made you mad or something?” you ask cautiously.

“Y/N, i’m busy.” he waves you off not even looking up before going back to his work.

“i know but, i’m just a bit confu-“

“Y/n i said i’m busy, fuck off and bother someone else.” he says harshly slamming the pen he was holding down.

you nod timidly and stare for a moment, unsure what to do.

he says nothing after that, only ignoring you and going back to what he was doing as you awkwardly walk out.

after the uncomfortable shift you find yourself walking home, The dull street lamps barley lighting your path.

A gust of wind passes you by, making you shiver, pulling your light coat tighter. You really needed to get a car..

after walking for a while your apartment building finally comes into view.

you enter your apartment, swinging your coat on a nearby chair and going to your bedroom to put on more comfortable clothes.

After an hour or so of lounging around, reading books and watching tv you decide to turn in, feeling a bit concerned about miguels behaviour keels you up all night, and by the time morning comes you don’t feel or look so good.

You stare in the mirror, tired written all over your face. you move through your morning routine like a sloth and eventually make it out the door. Although his change of attitude threw you off, you still couldn’t afford to lose this job by being late.

The elevator door opens with a ding as you step onto the top floor, where Miguel’s office is located.

Lyla gives you a concerned look as you walk up to her, but says nothing. She hands you a small stack of papers and asks you to bring them too the boss.

you push open the doors and silently walk over to his desk, he looks at you for a quick second before doing a double take.

Your about to walk away as Miguel grabs onto your arm, a worried look written on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asks, earning an eye roll from you. You mumble a quiet ‘mhm’ and try to walk away. To which he stands up.

he walks around the desk swiftly, standing directly in front of you. He reaches out to grab your hands with his own, but you move away quickly.

A disappointed look crosses his face but he leaves it and walks back to his desk, looking like a sad puppy with his tail tucked between his legs.

The day is coming to an end and Miguel’s patience has only gotten thinner, he’s snapping at everyone for anything he can think of.

you hear him barking orders at an assistant just as your packing up, sighing to yourself as you say goodbye to lyla and leave.

you arrived home an hour or so ago, lounging around and putting off making dinner.

that’s when your phone rings, you glance over and see miguel’s contact flash across the screen.

you honestly don’t really feel like talking to him, but he is your boss now so regardless you pick up.

the line is silent for a moment, neither of you saying anything. Then your hear a gruff voice.

“Y/n?” he says to which you stay silent “Y/n, say something please.” you groan internally before answering him.

“Hi miguel..” you say quietly as he sighs in relief. “do you need something?” you ask him.

“yeah i..” he pauses “i’m sorry muñeca, you know i never meant to treat you like that. That was..” he trails off as you cut his sentence short.

“why did you hire me? you had no reason too and you clearly don’t like me very much..” you mumble to the phone.

“what? sweetheart of course i like you, I’m..Im sorry, Somethin’ happened and m’no good at telling people i trust bout that sort of thing.”

you stay silent.

“please let me make it up to you, i’ll take you for dinner and we can talk bout it, how’s that’s sound huh?” he sighs “i want to spend more time with you and..and i for sure fucked up so please, let make it up.”

you smile a little at how persistent he is, and your sure he can hear it as you speak. “okay, fine” he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you sweetheart, i’ll see you tomorrow at work, alright?” he clicks his tongue “And call me if ya need anything.”

you say yours goodbyes and hang up the phone

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this was in my drafts for so long and i just wanted to put it out so here you goo!

𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 captured 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘘 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘖'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

Warnings: ASTV spoilers, smut, cursing

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You’ve been trapped at the the spider society HQ for quite a bit of time now, well maybe not so much trapped as you’ve been given a nice room and all the amenities you could dream of.

It’s confusing, you’ve seen other anomaly’s locked up and sent back by an odd looking machine. But not you. As of now you’ve been following Miguel around, as he so clearly instructed, or maybe more like demanded.

“Miguel..” you stretch out his name “when can I go home?” You mumble as you trail behind him per usual, right now you’re on the way to his office. “You aren’t getting home anytime soon.” He says coldly. You roll your eyes, knowing you don’t usually win these conversations.

You enter his office, and of course it’s huge. It basically takes up this entire floor. You walk over to his desk, sitting atop it as you gaze around the room. He slowly walks over to you, towering over as he stands. “Jus’ wanna get back..” you sigh out. He grunts.

He clenches his teeth in annoyance, he really doesn’t like these conversations. Maybe it’s because he likes having you around, likes looking at your gorgeous body as you stroll around the office as though you own it. Maybe he likes the way you bite your cheek when your trying to focus on something, But no, it’s just that your an anomaly..he can’t let you go..it’s dangerous. At least that’s what he’s been telling himself for the last week.

“Cariño, I’m not letting you go anywhere.” You eye him suspiciously at the name, not knowing what it means. “Fine..at least give me something to do.” You say stubbornly “you know I can’t do that either.” He says sternly.

You look up at him, biting the inside of your cheek in thought. And that brings something out in him, something that he normally hides very well. In a second he’s wrapping his hands around you waist and squeezing tightly. “Mierda, you know I hate it when you do that.”

You let out a gasp in surprise as he trails his hands up and down softly. Although you’re surprised, you don’t stop him for a second. Yeah sure you’ve had thoughts about him, little glances his way, but you never thought something would actually come of it, until now.

He pulls you closer by the waist and glances down to your lips before connecting them, he kisses you harshly, fighting for control. You wrap your arms around him, securing yourself into him. Slowly he pulls away, moving down to your neck leaving sloppy kisses and a few hickeys all the way down until he reaches the top of your dress. He kisses along before he moves back and looks to you. He slowly reaches for the hem of your dress, pulling it up to rest on your waist.

He moves his hands down to your panties, playing with the top and carefully sliding it down, letting them fall to the floor. He traces along your clit, teasing. You let out a quiet whine as he continues to tease. “I know hermosa, yo se..” he says with a chuckle as he finally begins to rub your clit slowly and delicately.

He moves away and brings his fingers up to your mouth. “Open.” He demands, you listen, opening up and sucking on his fingers softly. He gives you a arrogant smile. “So fucking obedient for me.” He says in a raspy tone. He brings his fingers back down to your throbbing core. He slowly slides them in, looking right into your eyes as he enters. He chuckles and begins to pump them in and out of you, taking it slow at first and then unexpectedly speeding up only to come to a complete stop.

“Please Miguel..” you whine out as he picks up the speed once again. And this time he doesn’t stop, hitting your g-spot over and over again, every time feeling better then the last. “You like that sweetheart?” He asks arrogantly “hm..?Answer me.” He says harshly, stopping his movement completely, waiting for you to respond. “Yes..yes.” You moan out breathlessly. “That’s what I fucking thought.” He says with a cold look, once again pumping his fingers mercilessly.

He whispers praises into your ear softly, kissing along your neck and brushing your hair out of your face. You feel yourself nearing your climax and you squirm under his touch. He shushes you and continues pumping, possibly even going faster. “I’m so close..” you moan out as he starts to rub your clit with his free hand “Fuck, cum for me cariño.” He urges as he rubs your pulsating clit, sending you over the edge. You let go and he guides you through it, continuing to fuck you with his fingers until you legs stop shaking.

He pulls his fingers out slowly and brings them up to your lips, you open your mouth for him once again and he places them inside. He lets you suck his fingers for a second before pulling them out and wrapping his arms around you waist. You lay against him as he holds you. “You did so good.” He praises “but next time I’m gonna fucking breed you.” He whispers into your ear.

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jj and rafe may be polar opposites but i stand by the fact that they are both unreleased lana coded

Dr. Michael Stone

Mad Scientist variant! Miguel O'Hara x Spider!f! Reader

art by @Spiderthingcoo on X

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Smut, Breeding Kink, Mild dub-con, Oral sex (F receiving), possessive behaviors, rough electroplay, Questionable morals, Dark Miguel, manhandling, yandere scientist (I guess?) P in V, isolation, edging, female anatomy, Nipple play, dumbification, Michael Stone is a walking redflag. No proofread, objectification, power play.

Summary: From all the variants of Miguel you could've encountered, you met him.

A|N: Inspired by @Spiderthingcoo and Halloween ✨

Clink

The sound repetitive and echoing in your hazy mind, luring you out of the slumber you had been forced to. Eyes heavy with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

A sharp inhale gave you enough courage to part your lids enough to reckon your surroundings. Blurry and wet eyesight slowly came into a focus and clear view of where you were. A lab.

How had you ended up here? Where was Miguel? Why wasn't Lyla making fun of your passing?

The explosion, of course.

A weakened groan escaped past dry and chapped lips, while your mind tried to recollect and organize the memories it created before  going on a blackout.

The mission was simple, try and track the anomaly. Rhino. But the villian wasn't up for dialogue and had sent you flying against a wall, damaging your watch. Miguel had promised to fix it once you were back at HQ.

But the damage had been severe enough to not only electrocute you, but to cause an explosion within the already open portal. A boom powerful enough to throw you out of the current timeline and swallow you into another one, much to Miguel's distress. And then, nothing.

Pure black darkness.

Pristine white walls elegantly dressed with technology you had never seen before. The machine whirrings and hummings kept your eyes wandering from one extreme to another, trying to find anything that would be out of place. To your dismay, nothing indicated to be in such state.

Except for one thing.

Sitting in a simple chair, was a man clad in white, blending in with his environment. If it wasn't for his titanium rimmed glasses and their reflection, his tan skin and a very familiar looking face, he'd go undetected under your radar.

But your ever trusting spider senses alerted you of his presence. His red eyes bore into you, stalking, awaiting; preying. Impassiveness and stoicism plastered on his beautiful face.

A glacial chill ran down your spine.

"M-Miguel?" You rasped in the admist of your drowsiness

The man's eye glinted, dangerous and curious as he stood. His hair wavy and silky, graciously slicked back, His smirk deepened as he walked right before you, watching you with such marvel it made your breath hitch.

"Michael." The Boss' doppelganger corrected.

A stupor spreaded through your legs. Your arms had gone numb long ago. Another late realization as you looked at your limbs, expanded and trapped in the metal contraption, like a crucifix. Your legs remained separated, toes barely touching the floor and completely bare before him.

Panic rose as he placed a white gloved and immaculate hand on your cheek. Miguel was always speaking about the variants of the villains that he often forgot to mention about his own.

This one in particular was one to be extremely wary of. Dr. Michael Stone, acknowledged son of Tyler Stone, the CEO of Alchemax. A scientist obsessed with the spider DNA his team had recollected many years ago.

"Dr. Michael Stone, Mike for the friends."

He cupped your face and kissed you deeply. Tongue sweeping on your trembling mouth, taking a taste of you. He let you go with an appreciative hum. His thumbs pressed on your now glistening lips to pry them open, taking a glance on your teeth. Your breath fanned his face as he explored your mouth with his thumbs initially.

"Healthy breath and teeth, no fangs, sadly" the doctor mumbled to himself while catching your tongue in between his thumb and index finger, pulling it enough to examinate it's length.

You whimpered at the pain. Saliva escaping your mouth, which he collected quickly in a little glass vial. His fingers typed in the data in a holo-pad that materialized next to him.

His face was deranged, a soft blush crept on his sharp cheeks. He had stumbled upon a gold mine.

The drowsiness had left your body entirely, fear and nausea replacing it. Modesty or shame weren't in Michael's vocabulary. Nipples perked at the cool air that invaded the lab.

He brought a little table with several pieces of something he had been tinkering with.

"Your little contraption seems something too advanced for people in your world. Sadly the damage is too great to salvage something."

He displayed the now burnt pieces of the watch, pieces you supposed were the core of its functioning.

"For how long have you been a mutant?"

"Years." Voice meek, he nodded as he kept typing away, without looking much your direction, too deep in the screen and the data displaying on it.

"Is there any others like me?"

You gulped. Your brief silence had been enough answer for him.

"I see." His grin turned into a devious chuckle, "I suppose there is one of me that is like you, isn't it?"

Upon hearing no answer of you, he pressed a button, where a sudden electricity jolt coursed through your body. Earning him a pained yelp from you.

"I don't appreciate your silence, cariño. Now, when was the last time your period came?"

Your body lingered in unpleasant waves of the shocking aftermath. Soft breaths turned into short and shallow pants, anger rising again.

"I don't remember" You admitted curtly and uncomfortable by the direction the interrogation was taking course.

"Have you had children before?"

The question made you blink stupidly at him while sneered at your reaction and cleared his throat. Keeping at bay the ominous thoughts already forming in his wicked brain.

"N-No." You mumbled and his lips pursed in a wolfish grin it sent an ill feeling through your chest. Your brain's danger alarms flared, begging you to run away as fast as you could. But how such thing would be achieved when you were nearly T qposing, naked, before a man that had everything but good intentions with you.

"There's always a first." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. The hidden promise in his words had you struggling against your prison but it stopped as he sent another electric jolt through your body.

You groaned both painfully and annoyed in between raged pants.

"Let me go! " He could only cackle at your waning order.

"But why would I do such thing, cariño?" His fingers tracing the slope of your jaw, "Not when I have found the perfect vessel for my lineage to develop."

Heart thumped wildly on your chest, threatening to escape up your throat.

"P-Please, let me go."

Something dern recoiled in his eyes, pleading was futile, even though he loved the way you pronounced such words.

"Can't do. In fact, I think production should start right away."

He beamed and your heart sunk. Hopefully Miguel caught your signal before the gizmo was broken for good. Attention snapping on a pair of eyes that danced around your body. He licked his lips while loosening his tie. His glasses were removed.

Your chest heaved with anxiety, but he kneeled before you, pushing your outer folds away to reach the forbidden prize he was set in devouring, your clit. It twitched and contracted when his thumb stroked it softly. Michael didn't waste time and sunk himself between your thighs.

"N-No!" You panted while trying to squeeze his head away from your thighs, but his grip was steely. His tongue assaulted your cunt with such intensity it had you clenching your jaw and panting within seconds.

Strong and moist muscle dribbled down your pussy, teasing around your quivering hole. His plump lips captured your little nub of nerves in between them, to then apply pressure within strong sucking motions. Your hips bucked, nearly melting at the powerful sensations the scientist dragged you to.

The slick of your labia increased making his motions smoother, vicious and wet. You could feel him resting his head on your lower belly as his mouth ate you like a starved man. A lap here, a dribbling up and down there and it had your mouth gaping open.

"Fuck" You tried to lurch forward but the upper restrictions on your limbs could only allow much movement. Your head heavy with lust blown and fearful thoughts, making it loll side to side, shaking off the pleasure that crawled all the way up, trying to fog your judgment completely.

The goal however was accomplished when his tongue delved in your hole, fucking it with such expertise it had your breath slurred and blown from your lungs.

His moist muscle curled, coiled and slurped at your cunt. Twirling and gathering your juices in his mouth. As dangerous as he was, Michael seemed a connoisseur of the female anatomy. And he ate like a starved man, like his life and investigation depended on it.

Your head was thrown back, just like your eyes in their sockets. Breaths turned erratic when his hands squeezed the round of your breast. Maneuvering your perky nipples a little too rough. He pinched, pulled and slapped them, matching the merciless pace of his assailant lips.

Teeth ground together, jaw clenched and trapping in the moans he rightfully had earned. Your hands managed to fist in the admist of the numbness they had been subdued to.

His tongue ventured deeper with moist and gulping movements, the tip of his nose buried in your pubic mound, keeping you in place from squirming too much, chasing that relief that would bring you a bit of peace to your tortured cunt. Heat pooled in his mouth, pressure tightening, edging you to an endless and dangerous spiral of tempting corruption.

A strangled whine came off your throat as he stopped and looked up at you. Darkened pupils wide, absorbing the red iris upon the sight of you.

Perfect, beatific even.

You were the perfect vessel for him. Lips flushed in need, exhaling the stimulation out of your system. A rapturous expression on your face, like a virgin that had been worshipped, and he was the chosen one to corrupt such grimace. His tie was removed completely and tossed somewhere.

With a tap of the holo-pad, your restrains were loosened, and you fell on the floor with a thud. A little groan as your body made contact with the cold tiles, blood rushing back to your limbs, leaving a prickling sensation all the way down your hands, awakening them.

As much as you hated to admit that you had enjoyed it, the rational side of you took control again, urging you to an attempt of escape while you crawled on your fours. Your suit had been discarded on one of the trash bins.

A strong hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him, wobbly and feeble legs trembled at the forced attempt of standing up, only for your torso to be slammed against a nearby metal table. Air knocking out of your lungs with a 'oomph'

"You are going nowhere."

Despite the overall nerd-ish look, he was strong. Strong and big enough to pin your arms effortlessly before you, to then place a pair of metallic hoops on your wrist that instantly adhered at the table. Magnetic handcuffs, of course.

Breast flattened against the metal, unruly strands of hair obscured your sight, his agitated breath fanning over the crook of your neck. Rear was positioned in the perfect pose to expose both your holes. Pussy glistening with a mix of his saliva and your own slick.

"Marvelous. We are about to create the Opus Magna of my investigation. Aren't you excited, bonita?"

Your ears perked ominously at the unbuckling and fumbling of his pants.

"You have no idea how long I've awaited for a chance like this." His flushed tip rubbed between your folds, coating himself before aligning to your drenched hole. He tittered while taking a vice like grip on your hips and with a sudden motion, he buried inch by inch inside your gummy and sticky walls.

"Miguel!" You cried as he sheathed to the hilt, stretching you a bit past your limits. Fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled back with force. Granting him a pathetic yelp from you.

"Michael." He growled into your ear, "I am no bound by weaknesses unlike that defective copy of mines. But don't you worry..."

His tone venomous, "I'll make you learn my name one way or another." He slid a hand around your neck and squeezed a whimper out of you, "You're here to stay after all."

Callous fingers slid back to your hips, groping and grounding himself before he pushed in. A strangled moan came before air was cut short again by his firm and deep thrusting, allowing you to adjust enough to his girth. It was scary how perfect he fit inside, reinforcing his belief you were made specially for him and the explosion had been the catalyst for his plan to build a superior form of being, set in track.

Not only had he been granted a subject he had been chasing for nearly a decade, but now, he couldn't just study you, but also impregnate you. And what a better coincidence when you were reaching your most fertile days. Or so the data had dictated, and data didn't lie.

"With me." A deep cackle erupted from his mouth as an onslaught of merciless thrust were delivered between your supple and plump glutes, making them jiggle at his rutting.

A garbled and shaky moan escaped your lips, eyes wide at the core shaking pace he had settled. Toes curled and your hands fisted against the metallic handcuffs, trying to anchor yourself once more to something as the table creaked violently underneath both. The pressure on your clit increased as his balls slapped it, sending jolts through your body.

Your cunt received him with an obsence slurp, swallowing him whole over and over, hole moulded to his thick shaft, leaving you empty every time he slid out, only to be refilled impossibly deep with a pitiless plow.

You were a mewling and wailing mess underneath his formidable frame. Torso rock hard, just like the throbbing cock inside your snug and drenched pussy.

The room and you were the only witnesses of his borderline animalistic growls and snarls, set into his goal to fill you to the brim the times he saw it fit. After all, no experiment was successful without trial and error.

All you could hear was the rough slapping of your flesh melding together in a rough display of power where he indisputably had the upper hand.

Fire licked at every inch of your skin, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, blurring your sight with overstimulated tears. He gave you no time to properly breath, too lost in wrecking your cunt to care, enraptured in the thrill your flesh offered him.

A firm slap on your jiggling ass granted him a choked wail, one of the few indicators you still remained conscious and holding it together. He frowned.

It wasn't enough, he wanted nothing more than your ruin. Having you subdued to him, both in mind and body. Stubborn nature couldn't just leave you fucked physically. The need to possess you in all it's wholeness took over him. You'd be his, and if he had to face his counterpart to keep you by his side, then so be it.

Michael stilled for a moment, giving you precious seconds to catch a much needed breath. He removed the lab coat and shirt, exposing his sweaty and well sculpted torso. Your legs trembled, your brain buzzed with all sort of sensations, the metal fogged with every deep breath you gave against it, if it wasn't for the restrains in your wrist, you'd certainly be on the floor, since your legs were giving up in supporting you.

A little drool streak escaped the corner of your lips, connecting to the space underneath you. Your hair was pulled back with a mild yank, forcing your spine to arch. The Fibonacci sequence would draw perfectly in the curvature of your flexible spine. One of the many perks of being a spiderwoman.

His frame swallowed you once more as he propped your right thigh on the table, granting him more access to delve in deeper into you.

" Ohmygod" you howled at how full and deep your insides were. He smirked at your words, "I can't... I can't-"

"You are more than capable of taking me, pequeña." A deep thrust and he had you sobbing, "Don't disappoint me now."

He rasped in blown inhales.

Your brain was melting just like your body. Instead of unceasing and swift slaps of flesh, steady and rhythmic plunges filled in the void space. Your mouth did nothing but nonsensical gabbling. Occasionally praising him with a coherent lewd curse or a whine.

Eyelids drooped a bit too low as your mouth went completely ajar, exhaling weakly. The weight of his frame pressing against you, slotting perfectly on your back. His hips dug into yours remorselessly, then you felt his arm hooking underneath your lower belly in a possessive embrace, letting the once punished breasts to bounce freely as he pounded relentlessly into you.

The second he skimmed on your tender skin, your body went taut and your brain shut off for a second, overheated by the mind shattering orgasm crashing over you. Only then your body was allowed to go limp on his arms, but that didn't stop him from giving a few more core shaking thrusts before emptying himself inside you. Flooding your womb with his hot load.

"Mi...Michael-" You croaked almost imperceptibly at the canvas he was making out of your insides.

Oh the joy of knowing he'd have a superior offspring made his wicked brain tingle. A malicious laugh escaped him upon admiring your current state. Fucked out and full of him, to the brim like he had promised. Michael Stone was a man of word.

When he had poured the last drop of cum inside, he pulled out to pick himself up. Underwear and pants secured back on his waist. His discarded lab coat covered his upper frame once more, body too heated to keep adding layers of clothing. He released the handcuffs off your wrist and caught you before your body slumped on the floor.

He rewarded your outlasting with a deep yet brief smooch, which you recoiled from. It didn't matter. You'd learn to tolerate his presence soon enough.

His arms carried you like a ragdoll. A doll that somehow still refused to be tamed, adding more dry bones to the raging obsession fire. You struggled from his grip but he didn't budge, a cruel laugh met you instead as he waltzed you to an empty room. Naked with jelly-like legs that didn't cooperate, angry and fearful and powerless.

He tossed you onto the bed and marched back towards the entrance. Proud of your lack of strength to retaliate and cunt full of his cum. His seed would do it's job soon enough. He had waited years, a bit more won't hurt him.

The thought of your belly rounding up with his child made his deep gaze to lock on you over his shoulder for a moment.

"Welcome to my world, querida." His cheeks spreaded in a wicked smirk before disappearing into the light, locking you out from freedom and hope.

Darkness drowned you, like his obsession. Dr. Michael Stone had finally achieved a breakout in his investigation. And he had no intentions of letting you go. Not until you produced the many heirs he had in mind.