Miguel O'Hara ( kneading )

It was a quiet night, and you were deep asleep until a few sharp, stinging pricks on your back slowly woke you up. Looking down, you saw Miguel fast asleep and snuggled tightly against your chest. He was completely out, his massive frame unusually relaxed as his hands subconsciously kneaded your back. With his guard down, his sharp, retractable talons were just barely catching your skin like a comfortable cat—a 6'9" Spider-Man acting like a needy kitten. It was honestly kind of cute; the fearsome leader of the Spider-Society looked completely defenseless, letting out a faint, low rumble in his chest as he held you. You knew he couldn't help the talons since he was doing it in his sleep, so you just ran your fingers through his hair, not having the heart to wake him.