Hey Tumblr! My fangirl era is back in full swing, and I am looking for some more rp partners!
First, a little introduction.Â
Iâm Ash. I am 23 and prefer to rp with people who are 18+. 21+ is even better. I do work full-time and am a student full-time, so it may take some time for me to reply. I, however, promise to make the wait worth it!Â
When I rp, I strictly use discord. I like to create servers where we can have different channels for discussions. I tend to write 3-4 paragraphs per reply, unless I am really into a certain moment, then I tend to write a lot. I donât expect everyone to keep up with me when I write novels, but I would prefer if you could write at least 2-3 paragraphs. I ask for people over 18+ because I do like to include mature topics in the rps when the time is right for it I am LGBTQ+ friendly. I typically write oc x canon or oc x oc. I am open to certain canon x canon pairings. I DO double up, meaning Iâll write for your pairing and you write for my pairing as well.Â
My current interests include (plus who you would write for):Â
Marvel (Loki or Deadpool, recent addiction is Bob Reynolds)Â
Supernatural (Dean Winchester)Â
Into The Spiderverse (Miguel OâHara)Â
COD (Ghost)Â
I am willing to write for anyone within these fandoms. I don't have any particular plots in mind but would love to create something with you. I do love a good au that we can flesh out.
I also would love to write any original ideas that you have ocxoc! If thereâs anything youâd like to know more about please reach out. If youâd like to partner up interact with this post and I will reach out to you when I have the chance.Â
Thank god for tumblr. You homies got my back. Because of this god forsaken website, I now have the motivation to start writing again. It's a skill I have wanted to work on but I only thrive off validation.
Thanks to the notes on my last post, I will be posting this blurb here. It's just for shits and giggles.
Older Boyfriend!Simon Riley who has been the best boyfriend you have ever had.
Refuses to let you call a handyman. Leaky sink? He had it fixed before you even knew there was a problem. Squeaky desk chair? Suddenly completely silent.Â
Gets really competitive with Mario Kart and refuses to play again after losing a couple of rounds. Gets really into Minecraft but doesnât let you help build things because âYouâre doing it wrongâ even though youâre the one who taught him how to play
Does not understand girl math.Â
-- âThe fuck you mean itâs not real money
-- âIf I use cash, itâs free because it doesnât come out of my account. Therefore itâs not real money.âÂ
-- âIâm pretty sure thatâs not how it works.âÂ
-- Now drops cash in your purse so that you have âfakeâ money to use.Â
Hates girl dinner only because he knows that a bowl of popcorn or a couple crackers and cheese is not a full meal.Â
A year of his life drops off every time he hears you saying âIâm doing it for the plot.âÂ
Refuses to download tiktok but will watch them on your phone with you for hours at a time
Went on a very long lecture about the Roman Empire and how it came to be (talk specifically about the military aspect) once you mentioned something was your Roman empire. Didnât even notice you had fallen asleep halfway through the lecture. Still doesnât know what you mean when you say something is your Roman Empire.Â
Has absolutely no idea what you mean when you say âsame.âÂ
-- You had to explain that it was just something you said when you found anything relatable
-- âWhat the bloody hell could be relatable about a plastic bag blowing across the road.âÂ
Has attempted to use the word slay in a sentence and it only ended with you in the longest laughing fit known to man.Â
Listens to you explain celebrity beef and wonders why you talk about them like you know them personally and how you know all this information.Â
Vine references, goes right over his head.Â
-- One time quoted âRoad work ahead, uh yeah I sure hope it doesâ after you had done it so many times, you nearly choked to death on air that day.Â
Emojis are his worst enemy. Never gets the message when you try to hint at something using emojis.Â
Learns very early on that anytime you two go out for errands, you require a sweet treat.Â
-- Uses going out to get a sweet treat as an excuse to take you out on datesÂ
-- Also makes sure to buy you a sweet treat anytime you complete a task you didnât want to do.
guardian angel!simon who gets assigned to you later on in your life due to your high risk of dying young
guardian angel!simon who spends every waking moment watching over and protecting you
guardian angel!simon whoâs surprised you can see him, and even more surprised that you arenât scared
guardian angel!simon who makes it his goal to ensure that you live a long life, not allowing you to die in your youth
guardian angel!simon who begins to fall in love with you despite it being forbidden
guardian angel!simon who confesses his feelings against all odds, only to find out youâve fallen for him too
guardian angel!simon who becomes too blinded by love that he becomes too comfortable, forgetting about his duty in being your protector
guardian angel!simon who holds your dead body in his arms, weeping over his lost love and the future taken away from you because of his greed
fallen angel!simon who is forever separated from where your soul rests in heaven, after being condemned to hell for failing to fulfill his duties in protecting your mortal life
fallen angel!simon who starts a war between the heavens and hell in order to reunite with you once again
miguel is so big, he could only slide against your pussy during the first few months of dating you đľâđŤ
you're barely able to take him into your mouth, let alone down your throat, but you still try your best, giving him sweet licks against the sensitive head and sucking him in with a soft moan.
he loves watching you. how everything about you is smaller -- and not because you're smaller, but bc he's just insanely big.
he needed to be the one to stop you from fucking him the first time. you were so desperate to get him inside of you, convincing him with breathy whines that you can take it, you'll be good for him + stretch out as much as he needed.
though he thoroughly prepped you, he could barely push himself into you and as soon as his tip breached your entrance, you cried out and he could barely move.
he had to grit his teeth when he felt how hot and tight you were, almost losing control when you fluttered around him from the intensity of stretch. he slowly pulled out with a heavy groan, eyes blazing red and claws ripping into the mattress next to your head.
he let you pout, whine, and beg for him to try again, but he wouldn't give in. he was too scared of hurting you.
you mewled and writhed in his arms, whining about how you crave being stretched and filled. the only way he could sate you was by plunging two fingers into your cunt, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot until you're shaking in his hold.
of course, he makes up for his refusal to fuck you.
miguel is a sweet boyfriend: he'll let you grind your naked body over him at any time of the day until you're seeing white and cumming against him, completely soaking his sweatpants as tears spill from your eyes.
he lets you tease him as much as you want, sliding your dripping pussy over his cock until he's unbearably hard and spurting precum all over himself.
he even lets you ride his fingers, letting you take his arm away from whatever he's working on so you can comfortably roll your hips over him and grind your clit against the palm of his hand.
when he finally does fuck you, it's impossible to get him away from you (not that you mind). miguel is mesmerized by how well your smaller body can take him. how you squeeze around him so sweetly, gushing and trembling as he moves against you.
he loves seeing the outline of cock pressing against your tummy, how he can literally see himself move into you as your body struggles to make enough room. he pushes down on it and you get infinitely tighter. his scarlet eyes stares up at your euphoric expression, pretty lips shaped into an O for him as your eyes roll back with pleasure.
miguel, as spider-man, has no refractory period. usually, he'd stop after two or three rounds, but now that he's felt your molten heat over him, the way you shudder around his cock when you cum, he can't get enough.
even when you're filled to the brim with his cum, he still hard inside of you, fucking you harshly until you're dripping everything onto the sheets below you.
<cw: somnophilia>
sometimes you're so exhausted, so delirious with pleasure, that you pass out while he's still rutting into you. the first time it happened he freaked out a little, hoping he didn't push you to far. once you gave him the green light to continue, so turned on by the fact he can fuck you to sleep, he doesn't hesitate to take you all the way.
you regularly wake up with a pleasant soreness between your legs. miguel makes sure to show you extra soft loving in the mornings, cooing about how sweet and pliable you were the night before. sometimes you wake up and he's still inside of you, face cutely nuzzled against the back of your neck.
A/N- Miguel and His breeding kink, Reader has a Pussy⨠Its for @miggyyyyohara
God, How many orgasms have you been through? You've been through so many that your head was spinning and it was almost painful. This all started because You told Miguel that you wanted to start a family, and he lost it.
"Querida.. Look at you, taking me so well.." The man above you groaned as he continued drilling his cock into your abused cunt, snapping you out of your thoughts as you felt him hit your sweet spot once more.
"No more.. Too much.." You whined as you felt that feeling of your abdomen tightening. You were overstimulated, on the verge of passing out if you were being honest with yourself.
He's so big, practically Impaling you on him repetitively as his thrusts became sloppy again and his fangs started to show. "Fuck.. Cum for me one more time Miel.." Miguel practically growled as you felt another orgasm crash over you.
He actually growled as he finally finished, slamming his cock into your cunt one last time before his hips stilled. His claws dug into your hips, no doubt leaving marks, as he looked down at your fucked out face. "If this doesn't take," He mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, "Then I'll gladly do this as many time as necessary to start that family you want, Carino."
Those were the last sensations and words you heard as you started to fall asleep, body spent. You could faintly hear the words I love You come from his lips, and you couldn't help but wonder how he'd look holding a newborn baby as you drifted into slumber.
A/N- Oh My Lord, Nini is actually alive?? Yes. I am.
Based off these concept art expressions that the crew posted on Twitter
a soft Miguel is a rarity but you would know firsthand how he can get. Despite all his bark and bite, Miguel can also be pain-stakingly quiet and apprehensively seeks you out sometimes
ABSOLUTELY pouts and broods, so much so that when you look at him with a concerned expression (âare you ok?â), he feels guilty for worrying you
Itâs the self-loathing that can eat away at him, thinking a good thing is going to slip away fast from him
a WHINY cuddler who lays on top on you, likes to bury his head into/under you neck. Also play with his hair!
Is the EPITOME of the touch-starved cheetah meme
he knows the size difference between you two (if there is one), which makes him feel protective as well towards you
If youâre a fellow comrade, he feels a bit of relief because youâre still within reach of him
EDIT: if Miguel ever has nightmares, he talks in his sleep and even gasping awake makes you wake up as well. Donât blame him though, heâll hide his face in your neck in the most bone-crushing hug, and only then it dawns on you what happened when your shoulder feels wet
also likes to stay close to you a bunch of times, nickname âShadowâ that he groans at when you say it
â§âË summary: when reader gets offered the role of a lifetime, miguel isn't so excited to find out what it entails. he reminds her whose she is.
â§âË nsfw, mdni please!
â§âË word count: 2.3k
â§âË warnings: f!reader, no use of y/n, use of 'cunt', brief pussy & titty slapping, p in v, unprotected sex (please be a better example than this fic), roughish sex, fingering, swearing
â§âË a/n: based on this request from @jovialkittycreation1
Can you do Miguel x reader smut when reader is an actress and confronts him about an upcoming kissing scene with her costar and he is not having it
currently giggling
đđ anyway, this request had me FERAL, i had to think on it for a bit. also? i'm dreadfully bad at coming up with fake fiction (forgive the oxymoron) so every title and fake plot/property here sounds forced. i can't defend myself, i'm good at one thing and that's smut. â & if this isn't as bad as i think it is... pt. 2?
To be an actor was to perform, and by God, did you perform.
You wore your roles like a well-lined fur coat, slipping in and out of personalities on and off set. One of those coats had gifted you overnight fame. The role of a headstrong woman in a futuristic, dystopian series called Hangman, an absolute smash-hit. Even after the series finale, a daunting cliffhanger that had your agent threatening to tape your mouth shut during interviews, your five minutes of fame didnât seem like it would be dying down anytime soon. During the press whirlwind, it was proven that your boyfriend, Miguel, was the only person you didnât have to perform for.
On the harder days, when you could hardly walk into your apartment and were tearing your heels off and chucking them across the room, Miguel would shower you with affection. Heâd run you baths, massage your shoulders, talk to you about the things that interviewers didnât need or want to know. And, of course, there were the nights where heâd bury his head between your thighs and go down on you until you were shaking, inducing a blissed-out amnesia of the endless stream of things you had to do.
The morning after one of those nights, you woke up to an empty bed and a sticky note with a heart on it on the nightstand. Off to work already, you know. Miguel is the biggest workaholic youâve ever met, and for someone surrounded by the strangest of method actors, thatâs saying something. Youâre both there to pick up the pieces when the other gets too sucked in by their jobs. The sticky note is evidence of that.
You give a faint, groggy smile to the blue note and roll over for your phone. There are at least a dozen missed texts from your best friend turned agent, Lyla. Rubbing your eyes, you groan, wondering what new cheating accusations hit the tabloids today. You swipe up as you always do: expecting the worst.
BITCH WAKE UP
THEY WANT YOU FOR IMMORTAL DEVOTION
THE SCRIPT IS IN YOUR INBOX
You know about Immortal Devotion. Everyone with a decent online presence whose home didnât reside beneath a rock knew about Immortal Devotion. The high fantasy romance novel had made it big around the same time as your debut, and youâd devoured it in one sitting while waiting for a photoshoot with Vogue. When the casting call came out, youâd tripped over your own two feet to send in a tape auditioning for the main character. Thousands of people, established actors and eager fans alike, had done the same thing.
Sure, you were good. Youâd honed your acting talent since you were young, and it paid off in more ways than one. Now, the people seem to like you too. And as many times as Miguel reassures you that youâre perfect, you still think you can be better. You can always be better.Â
Nothing is better than an offer for Immortal Devotion.
The bookâs been flying off of shelves for three months, and it hasnât left its firmly solidified spot on every bestseller list since its release. Thatâs why you know that once you open that script, there isnât any going back. At that point, thereâs nowhere farther for you to shoot.Â
You open up your inbox and read the script.
Once you finish the script, you stare at the ceiling for a long time, phone resting face-down on your chest. It crushes you, almost, the weight of this role. Even just reading the script has your eyes watering and your lower lip quivering, but it also makes you smile. More than any other script youâve read. The script makes you want this. An itch underneath your skin that can only be satiated by texting Lyla.
AAAAAAAAAAAAA HOLY SHIT
you know my answer
You sign the contract that night.
You sign the contract that night.
âChemistry tests?â Miguel asks, looking you up and down as you ramble about what your tomorrow will look like. Heâd been nothing short of thrilled to find out youâd be starring in Immortal Devotion, picking you up and spinning you around, peppering your face in kisses. Heâd even walked outside of the door and screamed into the hallway of your apartment that his girlfriend was going to be on the big screen. In fact, this is the most skeptical youâve ever seen him, cross-legged on your bed as you pick at the lint on your shirt. âWhy do they need to do that?â
You laugh under your breath, âThey do that for everyone, Miguel. What, are you jealous?â You say the last sentence in a singsong voice, sinking down on the bed next to him and propping your head up on your wrist. âYou do know Immortal Devotion is a romance, right?â
Miguel goes fully, completely still. His red eyes turn to you, boring through your skin. âWhat?â
You shrug, unbothered. âI mean, yeah, it's sort of implied in the title. At least, I thought it was. Is that a problem?â
âYes, itâs a goddamn problem.â His nose flares, lips pressed into a thin line. âYou think everyone deserves to see you kissing another man? Getting handsy with some B-lister?â
You generously remind him, âYouâre not even a D-lister,â which doesnât help. Before you can even blink, he has your wrists crossed in an X shape over your head, pinning you down to the mattress. Just like that, your heart is a kick drum, and a dizzying arousal makes a bed in your stomach.Â
You can hear the heaviness of his breathing, feel the warmth of it on your neck as he hisses into your ear, âNo D-lister, not even an A-lister could kiss you the way I can.â Youâve never seen him this possessive, but youâll be damned if it doesnât turn you on. âDoes that script youâve been fawning about have you fuck him, too? Is that why youâve been so excited?â
His canines are sharp, dragging across your earlobe. When you donât answer, he wraps a hand around your jaw and forces eye contact. âÂĄContĂŠstame!â
The way you wince only has his fingers digging deeper into your skin. âI mean, yes⌠thereâs a sex scene, but thereâs not even nudity! And itâs not why Iâm excited for the role,â you pant.
âNot even nudity? How the fuck does that make it better? All of those men will be ogling you in theaters as your co-star brings you to bed. And youâre mine. You understand me?â
You nod, head lolling back as he lets go of you. He trails his hands down to your chest, wrapping a firm hand around one of your tits and squeezing. You moan, eyes fluttering. âContĂŠstame,â he orders again, voice hardened with an edge that rivals a knife.Â
ââM yours, Miguel. Itâs just a job, Iâm all yoursâ oh,â you cry out as he tugs off your shirt, immediately tugging at your nipple. He seals his lips around it, sucking, brushing his tongue along it. âMiguel!â He drags his teeth along it, making you buck your hips against his.
âDown,â he orders, tightening his free grip on your wrists, forcing them hard against the headboard. The scratch of his voice is enough to make your legs weak. He moves to the other side, giving it the same attention with nips, soft strokes, and tugs. âTell me. Whatâs the context of the sex scene?â Heâs looking up with you with that ferociously dark look in his eyes, the sort that will swallow you whole if you let it. He knows you will.Â
âIââ He brushes his thumb over your nipple again. You canât help but mewl. He gives it a stinging slap, and the force it takes you to choke down your moan is too much for your own good. âItâs⌠Wren and Jax just escaped an enemy battalion⌠they almost died. Uh⌠mmph!â He slaps your tits again, maybe for good measure, maybe because you stuttered. Still, you bite your tongue so hard it might fall off. âThey go back to base camp and⌠and he kisses her. Tells her he canât survive without herââ
âYou think thatâs the shit I want to hear? No, no. How does her fuck her.â
Your thighs canât help but clench at the intensity of his voice. âHe⌠he takes off her shirt. Leaves her in her bra, pushes her back on the bed. They make out⌠thereâs some grinding, and a small scene where she reacts to him inside of her. Thatâs it. Then it's over.â
âThatâs it?â he snaps. Still, he begins grinding against you, hips bucking into yours with more and more fervor. Your head tips back, mouth parted, your breathing growing more desperate. âThatâs it? Letting the big screen see your face screwed up in pleasure like it is now? But theyâll never have what I have. Theyâll never have this.â He practically tears your shorts off of you. You hear seams pop and rip as he tosses them across the room. Your panties follow, and he huffs out a laugh when he sees how wet you are, soaking onto the sheets. Your slick is a film over your inviting pussy, guiding him to touch it. He thumbs your clit, the sharp moans you give him going straight to his twitching dick. âThey donât get to fuckinâ touch you. Got it?â
âGâ got it,â you groan, arching your back into him. Your hands claw at nothing, and his fingers press harder into the skin of your wrists, almost a warning. âMiguel, please.â Youâre throbbing now, that familiar coil in your stomach pressed down by the force of Miguelâs touch. Just when you think itâs about to burst, he pulls his hand up.Â
He holds eye contact with you as you shudder, legs shaking around his own as he cages you in. You let out a series of disoriented gasps and whimpers. âBut when you film that sex scene, thatâs whatâs gonna happen, isnât it?â He spits, biting down hard on your neck, teeth digging into your skin like heâs trying to get through you. âYouâll be left soaking wet from fake sex from a fake boyfriend on top of you, and then youâll come sprinting home to me to take care of what they couldnât. Because only I can do this to you.â
âMiguel, Miguel, please, I canât â fuck, I need youâŚâ
âThatâs what youâll say to me after shooting that day. Because even when another guy will be on top of you, the only thing on your mind will be me.â He leaves open-mouthed kisses from your jaw to your collarbone.
âShit⌠yes! Yes, Miguel!â Youâre so dizzy you donât even notice heâs removed his boxers. You donât even notice his two fingers pressing at your entrance until theyâre curling inside of you, hitting the very sweet spot that has you clenching around his knuckles. âMâMig⌠ohhhâŚâ
âGonna get you so cockdrunk you canât even think of that role. Only me.â
He makes that promise true, because when he tugs his fingers free from your warmth, it doesnât last long, if at all. His tip prods at your entrance, and then heâs inside of you, groaning as he drapes himself over you. âChingado,â he curses into your neck. He finally lets go of your wrists, finding purchase at your hips as he rails you. Your hands land on his shoulders, scratching all the way down his back. âAlways so tight. You look so good fucked out for me, cariĂąo.â
Youâre already cockdrunk, squeezing his cock as your cunt uncontrollably flutters around him with need. Its like your body is trying to pull him all the way in. Hearing your silent cries, he slams all the way into you, balls-deep. He thrusts with abandon, upholding a pattern that unravels you at the seams. âMâmiguel⌠oh, fuck, fuck, riâŚright there! Harder⌠need it harderââ For once, he listens without a second thought, filling you all the way up, fucking into you as he presses you down on him by your hips. Your back arches, wrecked noises leaving your swollen lips. He captures you in a kiss, swallowing down all your moans. Itâs a bruising kiss, one that actually feels like it will be your last, one that a co-star could never duplicate no matter how those stupid chemistry tests go.
You look at him through wet lashes when he pulls away, eyes watering in arousal and need and pleasure. Youâre close to shattering like you never have before, his dick sliding between your slick walls, striking the sweet spot deep within you. âMiguââ A moan tears out of your throat. âGonna⌠gonnaâŚâ
âLo sĂŠ, cariĂąo, lo sĂŠ,â he hisses as he approaches his own high. âYou take it so good. âM so close tooâŚâ
When you clamp down around him, your vision goes white, hearing going fuzzy. Somewhere, you know youâre both moaning in sync, and you can feel his warm cum paint your pulsing cunt, but your pleasure whips through you in a way it never has before, a pure tidal wave as you pant. As your vision returns, he pulls out, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. His chest heaves, eyes filled with sheer possession and love you could never get from anyone else. He rolls onto his side next to you and kisses you again, soft, gentle.
âJust a job,â you repeat, still fucked out, still trying to fill your lungs with air that doesnât feel like itâll come, a hand splayed over the back youâd just raked your nails down.
Through his uneven breathing, he manages, âJust know⌠Iâll be waiting in your trailer after that shoot.â
Peter and you were talking to tell you a joke, and you laughed doubling over. You knew Miguel had his eyes on you ever since the rumor went around about you and Peter flirting even though Peter was completely in love with MJ. If you were being honest you were flirting with almost everyone except Peter. You continue to giggle as you put your hand on Peter's shoulder, and that is Miguel's last straw. Jess came to you and tapped your shoulder
"Hey...Miguel wants you in his office hurry he seems upset.." Jess says with annoyance dripping from her voice, showing she wasn't in the mood for his anger when she was pregnant.
You nod and skip down to his office knowing what was to come. You walk in with a huge grin on your face. "You called me Miggy!" You say trying to keep your mischievous giggle in.
He glares. You know that glare all too well. You watch as his platform descends to the ground.
"Come here now." He practically growls. His voice was laced with anger.
A shiver ran down your back. You could hardly wait. You waltz over to him innocently with a grin.
"Yes~ Miggy." You say still trying to keep your composure.
Seconds later you feel his hand grip your cheeks and squish them harshly. You could feel the anger seething off of him. His eyes were red and a animal-like growl could be heard.
"Don't give me that Miggy shit. Wanna explain why you've been all over multiple other spiders for the past week." He Snarled
"You've been cooped up in here for a week in this room. I was horny so I was trying to find ways or rather other men pleasure me." You mumbled due to your cheeks being squished harshly. It was a joke, but Miguel being your boyfriend didn't find it funny.
You may have been mumbling but he understood every single word that left you mouth. You watch his face as his eyebrows furrow farther than they already were. Before you could react you react you were bent over one of the panels on his platform.
"So you were being a slut." He hissed his hand on the back of your neck holding you down. This still wasn't enough for you. You wanted to be destroyed by his dick.
"Hmm~ maybe?" You say laughing.
That did it. You made him snap. You feel his tear through the bottom of your spider suit with his talon. He'll make you a new one..probably?
"You want to be a slut? I treat you like one fucking whore." He spat out his words harshly.
You feel his finger move between your slick folds before he sticks two fingers into you with no warning and roughly. You yelp from both the pleasure in pain.
"Of course a little whore like you likes this I'm gonna fucking ruin you. You won't want anyone else's fucking cock." He Snarled
His fingers are going in and out of your throbbing hole roughly with every thrust you felt your body jolt forward. You are a moaning mess at this point.
"Miguel- R-right ah- Oh God right there." You mewl out in desperation.
Just as you were about you reach your high you feel his fingers stop. You whine at the halt in movement.
"Miggy please?" You beg eyes welling up with tears
"Fucking sluts like you don't deserve it." He hissed.
You watched as the bottom part of his suit disappeared. You had heard from Lyla that he went commando under it but you didn't believe it until now. He hits your ass the stinging sensation causes the tears in your eyes to spill. Your ass was stinging and you felt another slap.
"You like the pain don't you fucking whore." He said his eyes locked on to your now tear-stained face
he grabs a hold of your waist and slams into you with no warning. It took everything in you to not scream. He was mercilessly pounding into you. You could feel his talons coming out as he gripped your waist.
"Fuck whore. You like it rough." He Snarled snapping his hips back and pounding into you.
You were too cock drunk to even reply. Sobbing and hollering loudly was all you could manage to get out.
"Hmm? I'm here fucking your brains out dirty slut, and you want another man's dick? " He questioned his hips still snapping back and forth penetrating your body. You were too cock drunk to pay attention he grabbed your face and asks again
"Do you want another man's cock." It was more of a statement than in question in the firm way he asked.
"No..no I don't want anyone but you Miggy" you mewl. If someone didn't know any better they'd say they see the heart shapes in your eyes.
Miguel continues to pound into you "What if I fill you up? What if I fill that womb up? Hmm? Make you all big and swollen with my baby then you're stuck with me." He says between thrusts. "You wanna me to fill you up? Hm." He speaking nonsense at this point.
You feel a knot in your stomach and you groaned "Miggy can I come? Can I please come?"
Miguel laughs in a mocking way "Are you going to be a good whore for me? Are you going to be mine and mine only?" He asks firmly
"Yes! Yes, I promise Miggy!" You squirmed and yell.
"Go ahead." He whispered in your ear.
Miguel fucks you through your high not switching up his pace, but after a few more thrusts he came.
You feel your entire lower body be filled with his seed.
He leans over on you with a softer gaze as you caught your breath he had finally calmed down enough to speak rationally. "Am I not paying enough attention to you?" He asked with a bit of concern.
You sigh "I know you're busy. Protecting the spiderverse."
He chuckled "The arachno-humanoid-polymultiverse, but yes its a lot of work."
You sigh.
"But not as important as you I'll work it. Not working as much so we can be together more okay?" He smiled kissing your forehead.
You smile nodding. "Okay! I'm gonna hold you to that Miggy."
(A/N) I'm with my family rn so it's hard to write because yk...I'm writing smut. I'll try to post again very very soon. I have like little a drabble and a Kokushibo fanfic that will be multiple parts in the works. Along with like 5 more Miguel fics and angst Eren fic and a Jean fic and I don't even at this point. My hashtag is #loveforeren its should be right at the top and that has all my posted writing and my masterlist is pinned with rules for for request.
Warnings: 18+, Purely smut/suggestive content, Mentions of various kinks/sexual fantasiesÂ
Summary: My thoughts about how Miguel acts during sex!
Word Count: 1.2K (slightly edited)
Miguel is, obviously, an absolute BEAST in bed. Heâs instantly hitting all the right spots and he is not stopping until you're both so overstimulated that neither of you have a single coherent thought. There were numerous instances where he fucked you until you passed out.Â
Miguel 100% has a size kink. Heâs constantly getting off at the thought of how small you are in comparison to him. Itâs so easy for him to overpower you, in any situation. Youâre at his complete mercy and itâs his ultimate goal to make you feel smaller than you already are.Â
Adding on to the size kink, he loves watching your skin bulge. It feeds his ego more than anything else can. He loves seeing the skin of your throat and stomach rise and fall with his movements. Heâs instantly putting pressure on it, increasing the pleasure for the both of you.
If youâre especially small, (around 5â1 and under), he goes absolutely FERAL at the fact that his cock does not fit inside you. He has an inch of two of his dick that you can never take due to the sheer size of him. No matter how much he preps you or what position youâre in, it just refuses to enter you. You used to be embarrassed by it, but seeing how much Miguel loves it has made you more comfortable about it.Â
This man is all about praise and degradation. He loves telling you how well you take him or how pretty you look when youâre under him or on your knees. But every now and then heâs mocking you as you choke around him or get too overstimulated. Degradation plays a big role in his dirty talk if heâs stressed or angry.Â
Despite his authoritative role as the head of the Spider Society, Miguel doesnât really like being called things like âdaddyâ, âsir", or âmasterâ in the bedroom. Heâd much rather hear you screaming out his name than any title.Â
But, that doesnât mean he doesnât use names with you. He constantly refers to you as âhis pretty/good boy/girlâ, Spanish terms of endearments, and even the occasional âslutâ or âhis poor little thingâ. Referring to you as âhis personal fuck toyâ is a pet name too, right?
This man loves mutual masturbation, or even just watching you please yourself. If he walks in on you pleasuring yourself, let it be with toys or with your own hands, heâs finding the closest seat to sit down and watch or to jerk off to the pretty little sight along with your soft noises.Â
There were even times where heâd call you, begging you to turn on your camera and touch yourself simply because he missed you so much or because he knows he wonât be home to play with you himself. He has to have Lyla deny all access to his office because heâll be damned if anyone else got to see you like this.
Phone sex is a big must if he hasnât seen you in a while due to you being on a mission or living in a different dimension. Heâs always counting down the seconds until he gets to call you. But, if you two donât have the time to call, heâs begging you to send videos, pictures, audios, anything to get him by until he can fuck you in person.Â
Miguel is into katoptronophilia, or mirror sex. Not because he likes to watch himself, but because he likes to watch you. He constantly needs to see the pretty faces you make when heâs inside you. He wants to be able to see everything, the way your body recoils with each thrust, the shape your mouth makes when you let out your beautiful noises, the way your skin is shiny with sweat, and most importantly the way you have your eyes on him. You need to watch him as much as he needs to watch you. It drives him crazy and he likes to know he has your complete attention.Â
Miguel is all about breeding (if youâre afab!). Even if you canât get pregnant because of birth control or simply because youâre infertile, heâs constantly grunting into your ear how heâs going to fill your tight cunt with his cum and how he canât wait for your stomach to grow with his baby. Heâs not stopping until youâre pumped full of his release and itâs dripping out of you. If youâre amab!, heâs whispering into your ear how good you would be with kids if you were to adopt one as he fucks you. Heâs basically using sex to fuck you stupid and trying to convince you to adopt a kid with him, but heâs still filling you to the brim with cum, nonetheless.Â
Miguel isnât the biggest fan of exhibitionism. But thatâs only because heâs protective of you and doesnât want anyone to see whatâs meant for his eyes only. That being said, he doesnât mind it if someone happens to overhear your moans and whines if they were to walk by his office. Heâll gladly fuck you in a dark hallway, storage closet, bathroom, or in his office. But if he does, itâs because he knows no one can walk in to see your naked body and if the door locks, itâs being locked. But he is walking out with a cocky smile knowing everyone heard your screams and can visibly see the hickeys he left on your skin.Â
Marking! He loves marking you. Heâs sucking any exposed skin and covering it with kisses and bruises. He loves seeing the fading bruises on your thighs and waist from previous fucking sessions and itâs his own form of entertainment to see you stressing about how to cover the hickeys and bite marks on your neck or any other visible skin in the morning. He purposely hides any of your high collared clothes or scarfs because he wants people to know that youâre his.Â
He loves biting you, and not solely because it leaves marks on your soft skin. He loves injecting his venom into you and leaving you paralyzed. He loves that he can (with your permission) have his way with you. Youâre completely helpless and he fucks you into oblivion, only letting you let out pretty noises and earth-shattering orgasms.Â
Best believe Miguel is pussy/dick whipped. Heâs constantly begging you to let him shove his head between your legs for a taste. It brings him so much comfort feasting in between your legs and feeling you cum in his mouth. He loves it so much that he has to get your consent to do it even when youâre asleep. He just gets the urge to do it sometimes and he canât help it. It physically pains him when he canât do it because heâs away at work or if you gently tell him no because youâre busy :(
Miguel is all about aftercare. He knows how rough he can be, so he makes it his first priority after fucking you silly to get you a glass of water and bringing you to the bathroom to pee and take a bath. Heâs whispering how good you were and asking if youâre hurt or sore anywhere. He apologizes once or twice if it's your guys' first time or if it was particularly rough that time around. Afterward, heâs taking you to bed and snuggling you to him as you doze off to sleep. Or, he watches you sleep for an hour or two while whispering how much he loves you until he falls asleep, too.
I am 100% going to make separate images for some of these headcanons (especially the mirror one) because they are just AAAAAA!! They need to be brought into existence!! Feel free to recommend ones you want to see in more detail!
My friend requested race car driver Miguel. I found it intriguing so here yall go. Also, imma just do RCD!Miguel because I'm lazy. Feel free to request stuff. I have rules when it comes to writing js go and look at my masterlist for the rules.
RCD!Miguel swears he can't win a race if he doesn't eat you out the day of each race.
"CariĂąo, you know what I need to do to win," he exclaimed as he ran has hands over your waist.
"It's not a need Miguel. You just want to." You replied.
"No...I need to. It's my good luck ritual~" He grinned.
"Good luck ritual?" You rolled your eyes.
"Please~ Baby I need to." He whined.
RCD!Miguel keeps on insisting that you should give him head in the car as he drives.
"Mami, come on~! We'll be fine!" He'd whined.
"No. Absolutely not Miguel." You'd say sternly.
RCD!Miguel will be getting ready for a race, and spot you in the crown jumping up and down screaming his name. His eyes zero in on your chest. He'll waltz over to you and pull you into a feverish kiss leaving a hard smack to your ass as he goes to finish preparing to race.
RCD!Miguel has you in the car with him in some race. He'll claim your his little cheerleader.
"Seat belt on, baby. Sit back and relax nothing is going to happen. I'm the best racer on this track." He grins as his hand rested on your thigh.
RCD!Miguel always has to celebrate a win by being burrowed deep in your pussy. (Usually in the backseat of his car.)
"I told you, Mami. Your pussy gives me everything I need to win." He purred as his hips snapped into you.
Your body jolted back, your nails penetrate his back.
"Miguel, s-slow down" you slurred out.
His hands were on your hips as he pushed himself deep within your walls. That euphoric and enrapturing feeling washed over your body. His thrust stayed hard and deep as he continued to fuck you through your high.
RCD!Miguel always makes sure to spoil you every time he wins a race. He'll buy you anything your heart desires.
RCD!Miguel makes sure to boast about his amazing girlfriend whenever he has a interview.
"I couldn't do any of this without my amazing girlfriend" he exclaimed.
RCD!Miguel doesn't know what TMI means. People will ask him what he does the hours before a race. Some expect him to say practice or relax but he says the most unexpected thing.
"My face is buried between my lovely girlfriend legs until I have to go to the track." He'll say with a grin.
His grin will only spread when he hears your voice echo his name. Your glare shooting daggers into him.
RCD!Miguel likes to scare you when he's on the track with you in the car. If it's a practice of him just getting to know a track. He'll intentionally speed up and do tricks. His laugh will echo through the car as you scream. He was going to own you big time.
RCD!Miguel will beg you to allow him to teach you how to drive on the track.
Allllll done đđž isn't RCD!Miguel just so fineeeeeeee.
@kaisavampiree here đŤśđž I'll write an actual in-depth one when I have time.
iâm on my period and having some more miguel thotsâŚ
nsfw mdni
â ď¸ link to nsfw content! â ď¸ fem!reader
this with miguel âŚ
heâs just so big that he barely fits in your sweet cunt. so, this is how he âtrainsâ you to get used to himâused to the pressure and sheer size of him.
he simply ruts and ruts against you, feeling your slick folds begging to let him in. but, he knows you arenât ready yet. no matter how much you writhe and whine, he wants to take his time so when he finally gets to fuck you, he wouldnât have to hold back.
heâll use his mouth and fingers to stretch you out patiently, prepping you for him. the way you let him shape and stretch your pussy to fit only him makes miguelâs head spin. he drools at the thought of sinking into you slowly, your high pitched squeals sending a rush of blood to his cock as you cling to him for dear life.
if heâs desperate enough, heâll start by fucking your thighs, letting his cum drip down and soak the front of your panties before he slides under them and presses his tip against your clit.
Hobie is considerate, and he would never do anything you're not comfortable with, even if you guys agree on smth beforehand he'll still make sure to ask before he actually does it during sex
âAm I hurtin' you, love?â
âNo,â
âWould you like me to?â
Miguel is a different story though. he's rough, unforgiving, he fucks and he knows you love it. he's almost always frustrated and pent up, but it's ok 'cause he knows you'll let him use you whenever</3
âAm I hurting you?â
âYes,â
âGood.â
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