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I was inspired by those dress up games that I used to play on juegosparachicas when I was a kid heh

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pervy roommate!miguel who mumbles to himself after you ask for help to cum after your little pink vibrator died and wouldn't be recharged for an hour. the only problem? you told him you've never fingered yourself because you didn't think you're fingers would fit.

so now he's finally got two of his thick digits inside you, listening to how you try to muffle your whines and moans as your pussy gushes around his fingers. the feeling of them slowly rubbing against your walls made your hips twitch, but what really got you was the absolute filth that left his mouth.

"s'fuckin' tight, so small...jesus."

"pretty little cunt 's creaming all over my hand, baby girl, holy shit."

"god, mami, i wanna taste you so bad, es injusto."

"c'mon, lemme speed it up, you're gettin' wetter for me. shh, shh, i knowww, it's too much and too big, but it's okay. miggy's gonna make it feel real good, baby."

"so dirty, asking your roommate this late at night to make you cum. if it was someone else, would you ask? no? it's 'cause it's me isn't it, bebé? mmn, it's cause you wanted my big fingers to stretch this little cunt, didn't you?"

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If i speak---

(_sleeparalysis on tiktok)

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praise kink and overstim with peter :((

peter fingering you while you're laying across his lap. he's given you so many orgasms but you just look so so pretty when you fall apart, so he can't help but give you more. your nails are digging into his forearm, not knowing where you want to push him away or pull him in deeper. trembling and squirming so much in his lap that he has to lay an arm across your stomach to keep you on his lap.

"good job, sweetheart."

"you can give daddy another one, yea?"

"being so good for me."

"that's it, just like that baby."

"you can take it, it's okay."

"feeling good? yea?"

"let me take care of you, honey."

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Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

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currently sobbing my eyes out.

Posting Papi Miguelito on its own because I think it has worse quality in the ask

I really need to cuddle this giant vamp kitty ♥️♥️♥️♥️

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hi i’m not dead just waiting for asks 😚

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more thots on

shy!reader and soft dom!miguel !! …

nsfw mdni

“Eyes on me, honey,” Miguel’s sweet words urge you to keep your gaze on him in the mirror.

“That’s it, there you go,” he encourages, watching your hands squirm in his grip as he holds your wrists in one hand against your chest while his other hand plays with your pretty pussy. With your back flush against his chest, Miguel feels every twitch and ache of your body as you chase his fingers with your hips.

He’s kept an agonizingly slow pace with you, watching as you soak the rug as you both sat on the floor.

“p-please—“ you choke out, turning your head ever so slightly to meet his actual eyes and not his reflection. he smiles down at you before he spreads your cunt open further and teases your clit with featherlike touches. Your hips twitch, as your mouth forms a small ‘o’ and you lean your head back against his shoulder.

“Shhh shh shh, that’s it,” he whispers, kisses the side of your neck. “Focus on feeling good, darling,” Miguel coos, having to use his feet to spread your ankles apart.

“That’s all your pretty little head needs to worry about,” he leans forward, letting a glob of spit leave his lips and land on your clit.

“just my fingers in this pretty pussy,” he spreads his saliva and slaps your cunt lightly a few times.

“‘n how good it feels, hm?” his eyes are glued to your glistening cunt, covered in his slick saliva but mostly your own arousal. you’re almost laying down completely against him, slouched so far down as you buck your hips up for more.

“you c-call me pretty t-too much,” you stutter, your breath hitching. Miguel chuckles lightly.

“Well that’s because you are,” he leans back a bit, adjusting himself.

“But, I think you’re the prettiest when you’re cumming, lovie,” Miguel purrs, pinching your nipple softly over the baggy t-shirt you wore that was obviously his.

“don’t you?” He grabs your chin and sits you upright, watching as his three fingers slide back and forth along your folds at a brutal pace, your arousal soaking him up to his wrist. You look at the way your pussy shines, covered in juices that you can only assume are his spit and your own arousal. You glance at Miguel who has hos lower lip caught between his teeth as he stares back at you, watching your adorably blushed face shift into one only he gets to see—pure bliss.

“Mi-miguel! Slow down!” you squeal, right before you feel a familiar knot form in your stomach and your back arches against him as you feel a wave of white hot pleasure burst through your body. You cry out a lewd moan—the noise so unfamiliar to you since you rarely ever let out in fear of your neighbors finding out the sweet, kind, polite girl next door was capable of such filthy activities.

“C’mon, sweet girl, that’s it,” He praises, heading your sweet groans and whines as his drenched fingers slow down, moving in soft circles now.

“That’s my girl…” he breathes out, taking in the sight of your soaked inner thighs. The hem of his shirt on you is also drenched—the white material now seemingly transparent. You push Miguel’s hand away from the overstimulation and he toys with the fabric of your shirt while you catch your breath.

“You ok, baby?” He finally asks, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. You nod, curling into him. Your face presses into the crook of his neck as he rocks you both back and forth softly. Your fingers run through the back of his hair softly, feeling the silky strands against your fingertips.

“I think I wanna take a shower now…” you close your eyes and mumble against his warm skin. He laughs in response and scoops you up, heading to a warm and toasty shower.

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[ nsfw. brainrot. miguel o’hara x female! reader. ]

miguel loves a cry baby. you know this. so you’re not at all surprised when he grips your jaw between wide digits, squishing your heated cheeks until your puffy lips form a pretty pout, glassy eyes staring up at him.

“why the tears sweetheart?”

his thumbs caress the delicate skin under your eyes, wiping stray tears that drip down your face.

you hate him so much. you hate how his voice sounds so soft, so comforting, when those very words are laced with taunt and mocking. the mumble from your lips was barely audible as you turn your cheek on him. he didn’t like that. not one bit.

“hey, don’t be a brat. look at me when i’m talkin to you.”

you whimper and he feigns sympathy. he knows it’s hard for you to speak up when he’s bullying his cock into your cunt, pearly cum from your first two orgasms squelching and dripping down onto heavy balls. he smiles, sharp canines shining under the lowlight, tilting his head.

“so tell me, sweetheart, why the tears?”

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I wanna draw a hundred characters as the Barbie and Ken mugshot, but here’s Lenny and Arthur!

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Appreciation

Summary: Miguel catches you staring at a very specific part of his body…

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

That 🎂 needs more appreciation! Mildly suggestive. Innuendo. Just having some fun. Inspired by this amazing fanart!

“You’re drooling.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

You gave Jessica Drew a side-glance. “Peter, tell her I’m not drooling.”

“You’re drooling.”

Resting your chin in the palm of your hand, you heaved a sigh.

Miguel O’Hara had his back turned to you, and you just couldn’t tear your eyes from his glorious ass.

It should be illegal to wear something so tight around it, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Do you need some tissues just in case in?” Jess leaned in with a devious smile.

You growled in annoyance drumming your fingers on the table, which was enough to catch his attention. He turned around, facing away from the orange screens floating around his platform.

“Can you pay attention?” he asked, hands on his hips and crimson eyes narrowing.

The three of you nodded instantly and you straightened in your seat, inwardly mourning the loss of visual contact with his backside.

Peter was the next one to sigh, and Miguel scowled. “It’s important we go through these procedures. The fate—”

“—of the multiverse is important,” Peter then yawned from beside you. “Yeah. We know, we know.”

You giggled and saw Miguel scowling. “Leave. Go get ready for your reconnaissance mission, then.”

Jess and Peter didn’t need to be told twice and rose to their feet, heading towards the exit.

You were about to follow suit when Miguel’s voice was heard, “Not you.

Oh?

“You stay.”

Peter turned briefly and mouthed a ‘good luck’ before exiting, the door sliding shut behind them.

But what he didn’t know was that you had just struck gold.

You cheered inwardly, barely able to contain your excitement, as you sat on the table behind you, dangling your legs playfully.

Miguel paced slowly in your direction, face as serious as usual.

When he stopped right in front of you, you parted your legs, waiting for him to settle in between, which he promptly did.

“You are so frustrating.”

“Hmm?” you rose an eyebrow playfully.

To an outsider, it might seem like he was beyond annoyed.

He always strived to look serious and intimidating.

But you knew better.

“You you were supposed to be paying attention to what I was saying,” he whispered.

“In my defense, it was staring at me first,” you rose both hands in defense. “Not my fault.”

His eyes fell to your lips. “Ah. So you were staring.”

“Your ass is magnificent, Miguel,” you said with a click of your tongue. “What do you expect me to do?”

“Be more professional.”

You scoffed. “Says the man wearing a suit so tight we can see every single line of muscle.”

He chuckled and you did the same, enjoying the sound of his carefree voice.

“Can I touch it…” you asked with a devious smile.

He answered by grabbing both of your hands and setting them on his hips. “You don’t have to ask.”

You let your fingers trail down slowly behind him, grazing the material of his digital suit. Once you moved past the generous curve of his ass, you gave each cheek a gentle squeeze.

Everything was firm and in place, and you couldn’t stop yourself from massaging him with the palms of your hands.

“Does your suit need to be this tight?” you asked.

He slid the back of his index finger from your neck to rest under your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “Aerodynamics.”

“You’re such a tease,” you mumbled.

He craned his neck to match your height. “Me?”

The pads of your fingers traced patterns along his taut muscles, and you were reminded of how lucky you were to have this all to yourself.

“I need your workout routine.”

He leaned in even closer. “I’ll show it to you, then.”

You hummed, his lips almost touching yours. “And is it hard?”

The pun didn’t go amiss and Miguel chuckled softly. “Depends on the position.”

“And then I get to have such an amazing ass?” you asked, squeezing him again with both hands.

His warm breath fanned your skin. “You do.”

You then narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re not scamming me, are you?”

Miguel’s lips grazed yours. “Scamming?”

Giving both his cheeks a few more squeezes, you straightened up.

“You sound like those shady fitness gurus from Earth-1610,” you feigned seriousness in your voice.

He surprised you by planting a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I would never scam you.”

Then another kiss.

“What you see is what you get.”

Your fingers curled harder this time into his hard muscle, drawing his lower half closer. “That sounded so shad-”

Miguel interrupted you with a kiss, bringing both hands to cup your face, rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks.

You melted into his touch, smiling but not breaking the kiss.

He was so easy to love.

Eventually, he managed to tear himself away with a genuine teasing smile. “Was that shady?”

You patted both of his cheeks lightly, enjoying the slapping sound. “I may need more convincing.”

Masterlist

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I feel like Miguel would love period sex…

is that even a Question. even of the slightest doubt. that man would come back up looking like one of those predators after stuffing their face in a fresh carcass with a satisfied smirk on their red faces. he’d be drinking you down like a strawberry slushie and creaming his pants as he did it, getting off Just on You

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GOOD GOD 😨😫

lawdy have mercy i am about to bust

creds: huamyn on insta!

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ME PLEASE 🤚🏼

I almost feel like once obsessed miguel gets his hands on sweet girl, all of his dominance would shred to pieces..

Like imagine the tension finally snaps and he’s got his hands on her and all he does is whisper for her and beg her to touch him😀

ANYWAYS I LOVE YOUR WRITING TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED YOU’RE AMAZING, DRINK WATER AND STAY IN GOOD HEALTH🩵🩵

Guys………. real question: who wants to see whimpering Miguel who begs because he’s so desperate ? 👀

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just wanted to say thank you for all the likes and reblogs…… u guys are whores!!!!1!