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"Don't believe the narcissism

When everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em.

Make no mistake, I live in a prison

That I built myself, it is my religion.

And they say that I am the sick boy;

Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy.

Welcome to the narcissism

Where we're united under our indifference."

~

-Sick Boy, Chainsmokers

Whumptober No.2

Not even the one with the most walls built was immune to the enemy's will.

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just a lil sum sum bcus im having big thoughts about my man miguel.....

not proofread! contains; chubby! fem! reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation, bad spanish like really bad.

think about miguel o'hara who is just so so gentle with you, who always makes sure he’s never too rough with you when you try and play fight him when you get a bit too energetic at headquarters. you were always cheered on by gwen and jess, and miguel knows you get a big head from their encouragement, so he always feigns defeat. just to see you smile, but he'd never tell you that.

think about miguel o'hara who always goes easy on you when you challenge him to arm wrestle you. he always humors you, liking the determined look in your eye as you tell him, like you always do, that this time, you’ll really beat him. miguel knows full well his strength easily trumps yours, but your hands are just so much smaller than his. if he took these little challenges seriously, he could seriously hurt you! didn't you know how much smaller you were compared to him?

think about miguel o'hara who reluctantly has to scold you and threatens to separate you from hobie when you two are up to your shenanigans. maybe you two skipped another spider meeting, or maybe you two screwed around too much on a mission, miguel tells you he will physically take you and your close friend and put you on separate missions the next time this happens. you didn't believe him and told him you would be too heavy for miguel. miguel proves you wrong one day when he catches you and hobie messing around in on miguel's levitating platform, lifting you up in only one arm with a stupid smirk on his face as you yelled profanities at him.

think about miguel o'hara who carries you in his big arms after a long mission. you’re cuddled up against his chest, your spider suit was gone and you were only in the shorts and lacy tank top you always wore under your suit just in case. you were sleepy and lightheaded after all the tiring things you had to do, miguel couldn't just let you walk. miguel ignores the teasing from hobie and lyla when he held you close, focusing only on the way your soft skin feels against his hands. nobody notices the way he holds you closer against him on his lap, nobody notices the way he shudders when your plump body brushes against the sensitive spot in his tight suit.

think about miguel o'hara who lets you off easier than everyone else. you were a firecracker, a burning fire through the headquarters. your personality, though very kind and loving, was also sassy and bossy. a lot of the spiders always stop to stare in envy when you tell miguel how annoying he is when he sends you on a mission on your day off or when you tell him how stupid his theories are about the multiverse. had it been anyone else, miguel would have thrown them out the window of headquarters. but because it was you, miguel only sighed and rolled his eyes at your comments.

think about miguel o'hara who tries and fails to restrain himself when you try to argue with him. miles morales had just zipped his way back to his home universe and you were beyond livid with the way miguel handled the young boy. you cornered miguel in his platform, hair crazy from your mask and lips pouty from your frowns.

"are you out of your damn mind?! you could have seriously hurt him today or worse! you need to learn how to get your fucking anger in check!" you screamed at the man, an accusatory finger pointed at him.

miguel was huffing and puffing while you criticized him, his dark gaze piercing through you like a sword as he towered over you. you stared up at him, your doe eyes trying to keep eye contact even though you were clearly frightened. your back was pressed up against the desk and despite there being so much more space, miguel took a step closer to you.

you still kept talking.

"you think just 'cus you think you know so much 'bout the multiverse you can treat people that way? where the hell is your head at, miguel? the fuck is wrong with you―"

"crees que puedes decirme qué hacer?" he cuts you off. you let out a shaky breath at his words. miguel threw out all the protective regards he used to have for you. he had been so nice, letting you try and bully him around, being easier on you compared to the other spiders, and this is how you repay him? yelling at him for some idiot kid?

"you don't got any authority over me, niñita. who do you think you are trying to boss me around?" miguel's body was pressed against yours now. your heart was beating fast in your chest at the familiar nickname, he called you that every time he tried to make you feel small. "i... i'm not―"

"you think because i let you do what you want that you can talk to me like that? hm?" miguel pushes on as he leans down to get closer to your face. he sighs, caressing your cheek with a gentle hand. "i've spoiled you too much. sido demasiado amable con mi chica, now she thinks she can yell at me however she wants".

he dragged a hand down his face in frustration. "this is my fault, though, not yours. poor baby, you don't remember the rules 'cus you haven't had to follow them in so long". he lets out a sarcastic laugh.

"that changes today".

your eyes trailed away from miguel's, squeezing your thighs together. it's true, you weren't stupid. he was much nicer to you than everyone else. you were special! you knew you were at least to him, so why is he being so mean?

miguel's once soft and loving hand felt cold once he forced you to look at him, your chin in his hand and your head tilted up. "oye, don't look over there. i'm talking to you, aren't i?" a sick smile stretched on miguel's face. "look at me". he demanded.

think about miguel o'hara who has you on your back, your pants discarded and your chest heaving up and down as fat tears ran down your cheeks. miguel's arms were around your thighs, his hips snapping against yours in such mindblowing swiftness.

miguel growls as he pulls you into a deep kiss, slowing down his pace just a bit to thrust into your cunt harder, deeper. his cock touched the more sensitive parts of your pussy, making you squeal into the kiss. he let you go, his previous pace making a comeback.

"mi-miggy! slow down, please! 'm g'nna... oh shit!" you cry out. the way your cunt sucks and pulses around miguel's cock makes him groan. he feels amazing, you wouldn't tell him that though. he stretched your poor abused cunt so good, makes your juices get all over him.

a hand reaches up to your cheek, wiping away your tears. "want me to slow down? yeah?" he asks you rhetorically. he pushed his hips into you, pulling you down so he could get a deeper angle. your fingers brushed through his hair, tugging ever so slightly as you cried harder.

you brought him closer. "please, miggy, please slow down!"

"slow down?" he parroted you. he smirked, his hands digging into your soft rolls as he thrusts harder, grinding his hips into your clit. "you keep pullin' me in, mama. how could i slow down when this pretty pussy is cryin' for me like that?"

as if to emphasize, miguel gently let one of your thighs go and gave your clit a harsh slap. you let out an embarrassing yell while miguel groaned against your neck. "this is your lesson, niñita. es como aprendes. can't have such a small thing like you bossin' me around".

"miggy", you sobbed, your hands pawing at his chest, "bein' so mean. please, miggy. m'gnna cum! g'nna make a mess, please!" you babbled.

you could've cringed out how pathetic you sounded, but right now, you weren't focused on that. the hot feeling of miguel's cock sliding in and out your walls, the wet kisses miguel left on your neck, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass, that was all you were focused on.

"deja de llorar, niñita. you see what happens when you try 'n' boss me around? a 'lil thing like you?" miguel laughed pressing a kiss just under your eye where tears were falling.

"been too nice to you, been too kind to this sweet cunt, huh, sweetheart? maybe you'll listen to me this way". a rough hand spanked the side of your ass, making you cry out.

you pulsed around miguel, his slap making you tense up. the feeling of his fingers against your skin made you feel like you were on fire. miguel panted, his cock beating into the creamy lips of your pussy.

"'member what you said, niñita? said that i'm a cocky asshole that wouldn't know how to handle you even if i tried? what happened to that? what happened to my loud girl? where'd she go?"

the recalling of your words to miguel when you first challenged him to an arm wrestle played in your head. you were so confident then.

couldn't handle me my ass!

"oh, i know where she went". a soft chuckle came from miguel's throat as he grabbed your cheeks and made you look him in the eyes. "she's right here! right in front of me, gettin' her holes filled by her boss' cock". miguel laughed in your face cruelly, drawls the stupid attractive sound out, and shoves his hips forward, his tip reaching your cervix at this point.

a small burst of confidence flowed through you as you gripped the wrist holding your face. "n-not my―"

"what? not your boss?" miguel finished the thought before you can get the words to leave your mouth. he laughed again, the sound making your cunt ache.

he toyed with your breasts, pulling a nipple in his mouth. he suckles on it for a moment, and at that moment you feel the sharp fangs of his you so loved to graze your nipple before he let it go with a 'pop!' coming from his mouth.

"not your boss, but you're letting me have ya' like this? when you know you're perfectly capable to get a one-up on me?" miguel raised an eyebrow at you, stopping his moving hips as soon as he hit the deepest part of your cunt. he bit his lip hard and stared down at you, his hands on both sides of your head.

"think you like getting treated like this. think this is exactly how 'm gonna teach you to be nice t'me". miguel left pushing his hips upwards, his cock hitting your cervix as your cried against his chest.

"maybe if i treat you like a whore 'stead of my little girl, you'll remember the rules".

(1.) niñita ― little girl

(2.) crees que puedes decirme qué hacer? ― do you think you can tell me what to do?

(3.) sido demasiado amable con mi chica ― been too nice to my girl

(4.) es como aprendes ― it's how you learn

(5.) deja de llorar ― stop crying