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Happy 1k! I was kinda shy abt requesting for seth but then I saw your post and I was like👀 everything for my pretty meow meow

I'll request for a drabble- male reader with seth(ennead)+prompt 11 + (content) degradation

‧₊˚⊹ sub seth x male top! reader

prompt: "you’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught."

cw; drabble, dom reader, male reader, degradation, hard fuck inspired by this video words; 471 1k event

​​you had been fucking seth for hours and he didn't seem to understand every time you told him to shut up. he screamed like a whore, as if you had never fucked him before.

"fuck seth, "you'd better be quiet if you don't want to get caught."

as you penetrated his ass on all fours you leaned on his hair and shoulder to pull him closer to you so you could go in harder.

"(namenamename!), it's too... so- aaaagh- good."

"i know you're all slutty for my cock, but shut up, you're annoying."

seth whimpered, taking your own hand and directing it to his mouth to quiet his moans.

yes, that's better, you said, increasing the movements. you didn't even know how many times they had already cum. only that seth's penis was licking all over the sheets and his asshole was completely filled with your cum.

you loved watching seth's ass bounce on your cock. it was big and wide enough to take it. you loved stopping penetrating him to watch him all desperate to be the one self-penetrating. taking it all in.

your cock filled with your own cum and seth's fluids was pumping in and out of his asshole, staining the redhead's own back as well as your abdomen. your balls still full of semen kept banging against seth. 

you felt the warmth of his entrance squeezing you so good. it was driving you crazy. you couldn't hold back and every now and then you were cumming inside him. but you were still so hard and eager to break and abuse seth even more.

and he didn't seem to mind, as you kept silencing his cries with your hand he would look at you from time to time with a face full of desire pushing you more on top of him. 

such a slut

"y-you're so...so big.... i need you, more more, more." seth gasped, pulling your hand out of his mouth and rolling his eyes excitedly as he smiled sadistically.

you penetrated him again, hard, without pulling out, as you moved closer to his face, making him moan from how deep you were in him.

"you're so dirty seth, you're such a fucking pervert," you said, pulling his hair and watching as the redhead still smiled as strands of saliva ran down his mouth.

"i am, i am, i'm a dirty bitch, just yours," he whimpered, starting to move, looking for friction, he couldn't go a second without you getting him pregnant.

you smiled loving to see this part where seth didn't care how bad you treated him, he gladly took it all and enjoyed the dirty sex they had. 

“so you can't live without me fucking you, seth?"

he nodded repeatedly. he was totally into sex, anything you told him he was going to take.

[luckyblooshot]

Alhaitham, to Y/N: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Kaveh, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

[luckyblooshot]

i stumbled across ur aaravos writings and OH MY FUCKING GOD thx for feeding the aaravos community lmfao- anyways would u be willing to write the reader riding his face/facesitting? i just KNOW this man (elf???) can eat pussy well-

Sorry I wasn't able to write this instantly because I got this a 12 am 😭😭

Aaravos facesitting headcanons

CW- Face sitting, fingering, mentions of anal and 69, and the hottest elf ever 😍

NSFW BELOW

Like I said in my nsfw alphabet, he likes receiving rather than giving but that doesn't mean he won't

When you first offer to sit on his face he laughs at you. You? On Top of him? Yea right. (He's super into it)

He'll probably be eating you out normally one night he pulls you so your on top of him

Thighs around his head while he's smothered by your heat

He honestly likes it more, it feels closer(he'd also be into 69)

His hands grip onto your hips pressing you down and to help you grind against him

Please grab onto his horns(gently ofc) and he will whine and moan

He's gonna mumble stuff like "you like that darling? By tongue fucking your sweet hole?"

He's not big on biting I'd say but sometimes he just has to get a taste of your thighs.

Will not let you go for 10-40 minutes, he's very patient and likes to make you suffer with pleasure

I don't think he's into anal, maybe if you're clean enough and tell him that he'll consider that

Will finger you if his hands aren't on your hips, he's got long thick fingers and they get the job done

When the two of you are done his face is cover in pussy juices 🤭🤭

Definitely takes a bath after that.

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Pleasure is Mine (Aaravos x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Dom!Aaravos x Small!Sub!Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 717 POV: Second Summary: Aaravos uses his magic to make you go above and beyond in the bedroom. Note: For the prompt ‘crying during sex’.  See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Ssssshhh I am not late. Tags: crying during sex, blacking out, hint of size kink, gentle (?) domination, overstimulation and dirty talk

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[luckyblooshot]

Haiii! Do you accept hcs over Aaravos (TDP?) Thank u very muchh~~ <33

Yes!! ♥ If you want some specific ones feel free to request, but here are some general ones!

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Random Aaravos HCs

If you have managed to capture the affections of this practically immortal and perfect being-- oh boy, you are in for a treat

You are his world

Caters to your EVERY WHIM

(But of course appreciates that you'd never abuse that)

Won't let you lift a finger if you don't have to. You want that book from the top shelf? It's magicked to your lap

Yes he's got big plans for revenge against Xadia and yada yada yada, but he is fundamentally a gentleman

Stars forbid something every happen to you

He would rip the world apart to save you

Cities would burn

Dark magic would be invented

Just absolutely feral

When it comes to the intimate-- SO. MUCH. TEASING.

Tease you all day until he wins and then just clucks his tongue

"My my. What's gotten into you, my little star?"

This man is the king of charm and swagger and just knows it

Like the devil himself-- never lies

That doesn't exclude half-truths but he wouldn't do that to you

Pet names-- "Little star," "Starlight," some other words in ancient elven (?) that he assures you are romantic but don't have translatable equivalents

The two of you are comfortable enough with each other to just enjoy quite silences, surrounded by the setting light of the sun and books in your hands

He may be startouched, but you are the starlight of his galaxy~

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Aaravos nsfw alphabet ☆

Minors, don't interact ☆

nsfw below ☆

(please tell me of any grammar mistakes)

A=Aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

Let's just imagine he's out of the mirror for a sec. After sex he holds you tight whispering sweet praise in your ear. If you want he'll offer you to join him in the bath. I feel like he doesn't like feeling dirty so he always takes a bath right after or in the morning if he's to tired.

B=Body (what's their favorite body part on them and you?)

His favorite on himself is probably his hands or chest. His hands are unique to you(if your human) and they're good and pleasuring you(plus magic) his chest on the hand he just shows it off all the time. Have you seen his titty window?

C=Cum (what is it like and where?)

His cum is white but a little see through. Has glitter in it. It's pretty thick but still a little watery. Cums and average amount. He likes to cum inside or right on your area 👍 he doesn't like a mess makes him feel dirty and not in a good way. If you don't want him cumming there then he'll cum on your thighs or on your tongue (he wouldn't mind cumming on your face though 👀)

D=Dirty Secrete (something they won't tell you)

He has watched you through the mirror when you couldn't see him and touched himself. Putting his face against the glass as his breath fogs it. Slowly rubbing himself as you walk around doing your thing.

E=Experience (how much experience do they have?)

Oh boy this man got LAID all the time before his imprisonment. He knows what he is doing and he will make sure you know.

F=Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Since he hasn't touched anyone in a few hundred years he likes close and intimate positions. Likes missionary, mating press, or you in his lap bouncing on his cock as his hands are on your hips and your hands around his shoulders.

G=Goofy (how serious are they?)

Man is silly out of bed but more serious in bed. He likes being close to you and showing how much he loves you but if you want him to keep his silly personality in bed he will tease to no end.

H=Hair (hair down there)

Isn't to long but it's not short. It's white and curly down there. He keeps it well groomed, he didn't spend all that time in the mirror lazing around he was giving himself some nice self care

I=Intimacy (how intimate are they?)

Absolutely 10/10 he will make you feel wanted and loved. Only degrades you if you want him to but he lives for praise.

J=Jack off (do they masturbate?)

After imprisonment he did it quite often without no one else to help but after a hundred years he kinda stopped and only does it when he's really hard. Reason he stopped is because it was getting so hard to give himself an organism because of how often he did it so he stopped but when you came in and he did it again he came so fast he was honestly quite embarrassed.

K=kinks (what kinks do they have?)

Mutual masturbation is a big one. With him in the mirror and all he can't touch you so when you sit in front of the mirror and touch yourself all for him he can't help but touch himself as well

Sensory play. He loves using magic to make his hands either really fucking hot or ice fucking cold. Also likes wax play

Overstimulating. He loves it both ways, you under him begging for him to stop or him under you begging for more. He loves the feeling of someone's touch. He's extremely touch.

L=Location (where do they like having sex?)

Either in a private room with the mirror so you guys can touch yourselves, in your's or his bedroom, or in his study(either on his chair or bent over his desk(also might be a little turned on if Viren walks in as he fucks you))

M=Motivation (what turns them on?)

Just you in general. Hasn't had sex in a few centuries so he wants some action fast as possible. He likes when you guide his hands to you and take the first step. Makes him feel like it isn't a dream and he's really touching you.

N=Nope (what will they not do?)

Doesn't like hurting you. Maybe a few light spanks but that's it. Also food play he finds it to messy, why would he eat off of you when he can just eat you out?

O=Oral (giving or receiving?)

Likes them both but prefers receiving. Like I said he LOVES it when you touch him. But he is still really good with his tongue, makes you cum within minutes.

P=Pace (how fast or slow)

Always starts slow he likes to drag it out but after a minute or two he can't help but pound your hole into oblivion. Loves fucking you silly!(grab his horns it will make him faster.)

Q=Quicky (thoughts on them?)

He's not really against it but he prefers really long sex and likes to take his time. But he's not gonna say no, loves it when you suck his dick.

R=Risk (do they try new things?)

Most definitely. He hasn't had sex in a few hundred years so things have changed and new things have been discovered. Wants to try them all with you as long as it isn't too messy.

S=Stamina (how long can they go?)

Has a lot of stamina but wants to save it so he can clean you and him up so only goes 2-3 rounds. If he wanted he could go 5-7 times but he would be exhausted afterwards.

T=toys (do they use them?)

He doesn't have any but if you do he would want to try them out. Prefers your touch on him but using a vibrator or dildo on you sets something off in him. See's it more as competition rather than teammates

U=Unfair (how bad is their teasing?)

Likes long foreplay and sometimes he can't help but edge and tease you. Foreplay can last 5-20 minutes or even longer depending on his mood.

V=Volume (how loud are they?)

Man has pornstar moans but he usually grunts and growls. More of a breather than a moaner. He'll get louder the closer he gets.

W=Wildcard (random headcanons)

He has written and drawn porn of you. If you ever look through his desk and find his sketchbook it's all drawings off you with short paragraphs of smut. (There's more than one book)

X=X-ray (how big that dick?)

Around 6.8 inches when he's soft and 7.5 when hard. Uncut and a dark pink tip with a blue-purple shaft with stars. Pretty straight and thicker at the base.

Y=Yearning (sex drive)

Pretty high but can control himself. If you ask to have sex he's automatically in the mood. Y'all have sex 2-3 times a week.

Z=Zzz (how fast do they go to sleep?)

Usually takes a bath weither you join him or not is up to you. If he's to tired he tries to go to sleep asap so he can bathe in the morning.

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Aaravos x afab!reader

CW-overstimulation, size difference, mating press, and one sexy elf

This ain't proofread so yea 😭😭

NSFW BELOW

Isn't aaravos like 6'6? Omg he's so tall, and he likes to take that advantage against you. You're in your shared bed with him, sweating and panting. "Aaravos!" You call out as he keeps licking against your folds.

 "Stop whining. isn't this what you wanted?" he mumbles against your heat. You earlier asked your sweet lover, Aaravos, if he could eat you out. And like the good lover he is, he promised to leave you more than satisfied that night. Aaravos has now been eating you out for the last hour. 

Sucking at your sore clit and moving his tongue up and down, making you wither underneath him. Your hands grasp onto his horns as he goes in deeper, his face covered in your wetness. "Darling, you know my horns are sensitive" he says, muffled by your sweet pussy. "It's too much!~" you cry out, tears staining your puffy cheeks.

 You've lost count of how many times you've orgasmed in the past hour due to his long, skillful tongue. You try to push his head away to get a break but his arms grab your's. "It's too much when I say it's too much" he growls, moving up to your face. "Now be a sweet little human for me and take me." After that he moves his hard cock at your entrance. "Ngh!~ aaravos!" You move your hands around his neck pulling him close. 

"Shh my darling, I'll be gentle…" with that he thrust inside, earning a moan from you. He pace starts slow, adjusting to your size. "No matter how many times I fuck your cunt it's always so tight!" He whispers in your ear trying to hold back a moan himself. His hand goes to your hip and using his spare, caresses your hair. "When I say I will leave you more than satisfied," his pace quickens "I mean it" he groans as he thrust in your pussy. 

His much larger form kept you from moving to much, his weight pressing you against the wet, silk sheets. You cry out his name again, tears spilling and drool running down your lips. He kisses you, tasting your slick from the previous activities. You move yours hands to touch his hair. A lewd and lust takin look upon Aaravos's face is what you see yet, so affectionate. "Darling, can I," he huffs "can I move your legs up more?" He ask with pleading eyes, you nod your head as he sits up more and presses your legs to your chest, putting you in a mating press. 

"Fuck, your gonna make me come so fast" he says, slight whining. He bites his lip as he goes faster, his pelvis hitting yours each thrust. "Aaravos, I'm close, ah!~ so close!" You moan out. "Oh, yea? You want to release over my cock? Look at you, nothing but a human in heat." He smirks and places a hand on your cheek. "And I thought you would've passed out by now from how much your were saying it was too much?" He coos at you.

 His thrust began to get sloppy and his breath hitches more. Your legs shake as the knot in your stomach finally snap, clenching around his dick. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ah!" He cums inside you, only riding out his high for a few more seconds. He breathes heavily and looks at you. "You did so well darling" he moves his hand through your hair "5 minute break, let's get you some water, that must have taken a lot of energy" he gets up and wipes himself off, walking to another room the return with a glass of water that you happily drink. "Now, time for round two~" he sings as he climbs up on top of you again.

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Aaravos and Runaan nsfw head canons

*Requested by @pinknpurplecupcakes​

Aaravos:

So let us all establish that this starry giant is a huge asshole and a tease, let’s just get that one out of the way. One minute you’d be in the study, sitting on the couch, reading a book, then here he comes with that shit eating grin, and then he has his fingers in your pants and inside you, and then their gone. He would pretend to not know what happened and leave you 

Scenario:

It was a quiet day, of course it was always quiet being as no one else nowhere near you and your husbands home, seeing as you have no idea where you are, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that it was very quiet today, a little too quiet. You had also noticed that your husband is nowhere to be seen. This wasn’t unusual, he did stuff like this all the time just to get a rise out of you. Well, today it wasn’t going to work.

You sat quietly on the love seat in the library, reading a book in comfortable silence until they heard the large wooden doors open and close, revealing their giant of a night sky husband, with the usual grin he had. They immediately knew he was up to something. “You’re gonna tell me what you’re up to, ” They asked, not looking away from your book. He chucked, before striding over to them and sitting down, seeming to show some interest in the book they were reading. They felt a sudden heat coil within them, it wasn’t foreign, just sudden, which also wasn’t strange. They lean into his chest and sigh as his body heat instantly warms them, his strong arms wrap around them in a tight embrace, his arms were so big that they felt even smaller than before, being only 5’2. They felt at peace, relaxed, and after the last few days that was exactly what they needed. 

As they leaned into his exposed chest, they felt one of his large hands slither into the waistband of their pants and gently rub over their lower lips. They gasped, looking up to their husband who only looked over to them to give a sly grin. Just as Y/N was about to question the cosmic being, he pushed over their underwear and began rubbing her their clit.Y/N moved her head back and breathed in pleasure as Aaravos’s warm finger stroked their throbbing cunt, “gods”, she sighed as she felt his large finger fill her tight hole. They grabbed his arm, the book on the floor and long forgotten. “No, you will not call out to the gods tonight”, he whispered in their ear as he moved his finger back and forth, his pace increasing. “Only to me.”

Y/N coils feel his large fingers curved in a come here motion that sends the feeling of electricity through their body as his fingers rubbed their insides vigorously. They could feel themselves about to break when Aaravos removed his fingers then began to suck them dry, he looked over to his breathless and equally frustrated that they didn’t get to finish. He chucked before standing up and leaving, his fingers in his mouth as he licks off their sweet essence. Y/N is so out of breath and frustrated that they could barely form the right words to curse her husband out who was already halfway down the hall.Aaravos sat at his desk, the taste of his lover still lingered on his lips. He was contemplating on whether or not he’d finish what he started, but he decided he’s let them suffer a little bit. “I’d give them what they wanted later.”

He’s a slut for body worship. Like he will collapse to his knees and be your perfect little plaything so long as you keep praising him. But, now here’s where things get interesting. If you tell him you’re disappointed in him, he will go ape shit and make sure he gets that praise. 

Scenario: Aaravos stared up at you with glassy eyes, his cock hard and dripping with precum. The sight was almost enough for you to go crazy and let him take you as he pleased. You stood in front of him, dressed in skimpy black lingerie, your most sacred area exposed to him, making his cock twitch with need. “Have you been a good boy for mommy?” Aaravos nodded quickly, “I have been mommy, please, let me taste you.” He leaned forward, only for you gently to push him back with your foot. You walked towards the bed and spread your legs, your girissening folds making him drool. “I don’t think you have been, honestly.” Reaching down between your legs, you gently began to tease your clit, “I think you’ve been bad. I think you’re going to have to prove it to me.” You raised your hand and beckoned him closer. In seconds, Aaravos scrambled close, grabbing her legs and dove in.You moaned loudly as his tongue danced across your clit, it felt like magic the way he made you feel. Your hands gripped his horns and his hair, grabbing and pulling as ecstasy clouded your senses, nearing your peak. “Good boy Aaravos, very good boy”, you said. “Yes, oh god yes!” Your orgasm hit you like a rock, raising you off the bed as you began to grind yourself against his mouth to drive yourself deeper into pleasure. Aaravos groaned as your arousal landed on his tongue, he removed himself from between your after legs after giving your swollen pussy a long hard lick. The taste of your arousal on his tongue made him groan as he rubbed himself.“Good boy, Aaravos”, you said as your eyelids began to get heavy.

There are certain times where he fucks you into next week. You’d be all out of breath and unable to move your legs and he’d be just getting started. Like it wouldn’t even put a dent in his stamina.

Scenario:

You screamed in pure ecstasy as your husband, Aaravos plowed into you, your warm walls felt heavenly against his hard cock. “How many was that my love, four, five”, Aaravos said in a teasing tone as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder for a different angle. One that he knew you liked after wail of pleasure that effited from your throat. You could barely speak, the only intelligible language that came from you were the occasional moan of his name. His thrust became sloppy, and quicker, indicating he too was nearing his peak, alongside with you, your sixth one that night. 

“Do you want to cum, ,little star. God you look so perfect fucked stupid, a slut for my cock.”He loved to tease you as he slammed inside you, over and over again, hitting that one spot that made you see stars. You clawed at his back, no doubt leaving red marks along his skin, your orgasm just out of reach. Aaravos’ head flew back as he roared in pleasure, his seed filling you. Your orgasm hit just seconds after his, your throat raw from all the screaming. He paused for a minute to allow you to take a breather. Aaravos looked down at you, a smile covering his face. “Look at you, god I hope you’re ready for another round, because I’m not even close to being finished. Your eyes flew open as he shoved his cock back inside of you, ramming you over and over again.

Runaan:

Runaan will top at any chance he gets, but if you can get him on a good day and butter him up some, he’ll cladly bottom for you. But, here’s where things get interesting, if you get too cocky he’ll flip you over and fuck you to a brutal pace.

Scenario:

It all happened so fast that you didn’t even get to register that your fiance was now on top of you with cock teasing your entrance. “Now, sweet moonstone”, he cooed out to you. Runaan grabbed your legs and pushed his way inside you, the warmth and good feeling of his cock stretching you. Runaan grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, your breast bouncing as he rammed into you. “Getting too cocky will get you punished.

Runaan loves to go down on you, it gives him a sense of pride. He loves the taste of you on his tongue then looking up to see you looking at him while he eats you out. Don’t expect him to stop after you finish.

Scenario:

You looked into Runaan’s eyes as he tongue slithered between your folds before twirling around your clit. You gasped and gripped his snow white hair tightly. You screamed and moaned as his fingers wished inside your tight hole. “Runaan”, you cried out, “I’m so close.” Runaan understood perfectly, his tongue roughly liking your swollen clit as your orgasm rocked through you. You shuttered and twitched as he continued to assault your clit. “Ah, Runaan.” He ground and licked you harder. “Be a good girl for daddy, and let me stay down here for a little while longer.

Despite LOVING eating you out, he’ll never say no to having you suck him off. He loves the sight of your cheeks filled with his cock and the look on your face as his cums all over your face and upper body

Scenario:

Runaan moaned as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. He loved to watch you cheek fill with his cock. Runaan gently grabbed your hair in one hand and gripped your horn with the other and gently pushed you down a little further, your tongue rub against his veiny cock. “You are such a good girl.” You moaned, the vibrations making him shutter and moan. “You deserve a reward. Touch yourself.”Your hand flew towards your exposed core, your fingers teasing your clit. “Mmm, god Y/N, you do this so well. God I love.” He thrust his hips into your mouth a couple times before cumming inside your mouth, pulling out to enjoy the look of you covered in white strings. “Goodness you look fantastic.” Runaan gently pushed her down on the mattress and watched as she licked it off her lips. “I hope you called off of work for tomorrow.”

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Strangled Ties

Poly!Runaan X Ethari X Reader — if you don't like, then don't read.

You sit cross legged in front of the fire, hands curled around the warm mug—worry clouding your mind. A part of you is unsure of Runaan, worried for Rayla, and nervous as you glance over at Ethari. He is hunched over his work bench; yet, as soon as he sees you look away from his peripheral—Ethari glances at you. A silent plead that you're okay. Then he gets back to his own work and you go back to staring at the fire, you used to joke to Runaan that the fire danced. But it doesn't dance, it strikes a cold fear to your blood—runs cold and chills the air, all while making you warmer than you've ever been. That's how you'd describe your relationship with Ethari when Runaan left for these missions, weeks would go by and you'd barely say a word. Both too quiet to break the silence, and too worried about Runaan to ever part.

Runaan was always the connection between you both, and it was him that suggested bringing you into their marriage. Who asked you to stay. But with Ethari, he was damn near impossible to get close to. Always stuck at arms length when it came to him, not that you held him any closer at first. Close, but never close enough to hurt if the other was hurting. That was when Runaan approached Ethari with the unexpected, he had fallen for you. Not on purpose, and not all at once, but slowly over time. Not like he woke up and knew that he needed you too, in his arms and bed, and with him. It had started with archery, and then you teaching him how to cook and bake.

At first, Ethari had wanted to say no and he did, explaining his reasoning to his husband who simply nodded and remained your friend. However, friends can't love friends forever—at some point, there is a threshold and there's no going back. You went to Ethari, whose eyes widened with shock at your confession. You explained that you had no intention of ever acting on your feelings and that you planned to leave as soon as possible. You wanted him to know that you weren't the bad guy, because you admired Ethari. You were open and honest about your feelings, and that you never intentionally meant to make Ethari uncomfortable. He simply nodded, never saying a word—you were kind with his heart, and gracious with your admittance. So Ethari, with great hesitance, told Runaan that night that he had his blessing. That he too would try. It was by far one of the hardest decisions he made, but now, looking back—Ethari would make that choice again and again. He appreciates you more than he ever intended to.

That was the day Ethari realized his biggest mistake was thinking you were out to take Runaan away, and when he smiled at you when you showed up the next afternoon, your heart skipped a beat.

Ethari shuts his book roughly and looks at you: "If you are going to continue to stare, you might as well come sit with me." You hadn't even realized you were staring until he said something, but then again, you stared at him a lot. You wondered if he knew that too. Maybe it meant something. Runaan seemed to think so, he mentioned it time and time again when Ethari vented about how you barely paid him any mind. "They stare at you like you are the sun and stars." Runaan was never wrong.

He was the glue of it all, the whole dynamic—he would hold you both close, resting a hand on Ethari's back and your palm folded into his other hand. He was proud to love you both, in public and in private. But you and Ethari were never physical with each other. You shared small smiles and brief comforting glances, but the kind of moments that no one outside of the trio would notice. You would bake his favorite pastries and leave them at his work desk. He would build your kitchen to work seamlessly, designing features you never even considered possible. You kissed his shoulder in comfort, just like you did Runaan before leaving rooms. He would watch your hands closely for any sign of discomfort, knowing you hated attention. Especially unwanted attention.

It wasn't that you didn't care for one another, it was the fact that you never needed to be closer than that. He would hear something broken, or you'd break something accidentally, but you'd wake up to it fixed. He was just good at those things, at knowing. Neither of you were quick to initiate things, but too stubborn to not fall in love. Quietly, because for you both, Runaan always knew. But now he's gone.

You were just two elves stuck in Xadia, while Runaan was a realm away. Just two elves unsure if they even know how to love each other. 

Slowly, painfully out rise to your feet and walk towards him, steps short and hesitant. Palms still wrapped around the mug: "I just-" You whisper, but don't finish as you take a seat next to him. He just smiles sadly, he's always been like this so calm and collected.

"I know." You lean your head on his shoulder as he continues to work, a wordless agreement to be there for each other. A silence that he does not break for two long minutes, your eyes shut as you listen to the quiet nuances of him working. "I resented you for letting Runaan love you." You wanted to be shocked at the sudden admission, but you knew all along—you knew from the day you visited for the first time that Ethari was angry with you. His longtime husband wanted more or at least that's how it seemed, and you happened to be that. "But you brought balance to our relationship. You didn't take anything away, only brought more." His words are tentative at first, which makes you more nervous, but he is easily calm. He seem like he has put a lot of thought into it and he probably has— that's Ethari for you. His brain never shuts off, it just goes until he lets it out or until he can't think about it anymore.

"You are just as adventurous as Runaan, but as calm as I am. Good to have when things get tough." He hums and you scoot closer, just listening to his words as they warm you. He is able to warm you with only his voice, soft dulcet tones that are not meant to hurt. "You have been kind to me." Ethari finally brings himself to look at you, he is soft and kind—his smile drifting off, which causes your eyebrows to furrow. "Much kinder than I have been to you." To hear him say it... It puts a lot into perspective because you had tried so hard to not let it get to you. Argue that he could care less about you, even when Runaan argued otherwise. That was the only time you and Runaan ever argued.

"But in these last months, I realized something very real— that in the years since you joined us... I have fallen in love with you." Your eyes widen, die he mean it? Could Ethari have loved you? Your mouth opens and you place the mug on the table; sometimes, you wondered. You thought maybe, but to hear it means something else entirely. You go to speak, but he raises his hand and you go quiet. Ethari embraces your hands, one would think that his hands would be rough, but they're not. They're just as soft as his gaze, his eyes hold no judgement. No condemnation. "Let me finish."

You nod. "I don't need you to love me back, because I can't ask that of you." He pauses, "But I do need you here." His eyes have misted over. "With Runaan gone. I thought I needed my partner, but I want you both. I need you both." Have a little faith, given a little time, it has finally reached this point. Got you both here. "When I think about it— I've loved you for quite sometime, but now—" He smiles, kind and sad. But genuine. "Now I know." You hesitate, your heart beating faster than your mind can process. So you kiss him. You don't have to think about that because you like kissing him. So when he kisses back. You let the warmth wash over you.

To not be alone is the best feeling—you both missing him, being enough to bring you together.

Keep in mind, this is not meant to be a 100% realistic approach to a Poly relationship. This is fiction.

[luckyblooshot]

miguel definitely follows your face and eyes when he’s fucking you. “look at me, mama.” n you’re trying, you rlly are, but he’s bullied his way into your pretty little pussy and he’s going feral so when you obviously can’t keep eye contact he makes you keep eye contact. follows your eyes and says “i know, mama, i know. this dick feels good, doesn’t it?”

[luckyblooshot]

Heyy:) could I please request reader cockwarming Miguel while he does his work because he wasn't paying attention to her

Miguel can be such a fucking ass. Like he’ll be way too busy to notice that you’re horny like most days. But when he realizes you want that type of attention he’ll just grin devilishly. I also imagine Miguel thinks better sometimes when y’all cockwarm. Like he’s having a bad day and he can’t figure out something so you’ll just come over to him and unzip his pants. He just stares up at you amused and you can tell by the glint in his ruby eyes that he’s okay with this so you’ll just slide into him. And after a while Miguel will relax and just try to focus on you. But in those moments he’ll think the most clearly. Basically Miguel is obsessed with cockwarming. Oh and you’re being a brat (you purposely touch yourself in front of him) he’ll just make you stay still while he gets his work done he knows it’s torture cause every once and while you’ll try to squirm and he’ll just push the small talons on his fingers into your thighs as a warning to cut it out.

[luckyblooshot]

𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦

˚ ༘ *⭐︎ Miguel x afab reader

Warnings - 18+. smut. Some Angst. Enemy’s to lovers, sex with a plot, unprotected sex, breeding kink, breath play, arguing, both get physical (get in a fight but nothing too serious), other variants mentioned and Dr. Strange (why not bring him up), after care, teasing, possessive Miguel, biting, messy sex, semi-mean Miguel, pet names (doll, muñeca, princesa, chula), Spanish (translations added)

[pt.2 is out! → better than me pt. 2]

Miguel was obnoxious and self-absorbed, you knew that by now.

You were living your life as the Spider-Woman of your universe with no worries at all until a blonde-haired ghost-looking spider appeared.

You had somewhat of an idea of what she was talking about, after all, you had a Dr. Strange in your universe and he would never stop talking about the multi-verse.

He never mentioned that these variants would come looking for each other but hey, what did you know?

The blonde-haired girl begged for you to meet the others, calming you weren’t alone and had a group of others to bond with. But you had no problem being alone with such powers, matter of fact you enjoyed it.

There was no one to boss you around or scold you which was always a plus as a superhero. That carefree life you had turned sour as you agreed with the blonde-haired girl and went to meet the others.

“By the way my boss, OUR boss doesn’t know you exist… he’s practically found every spider in the universe. But I guess he forgot one, and by the way, I’m Gwen”

You smiled “Well Gwen, YOUR boss will be pleased to hear that it’s almost impossible to find every Spider-Man. There are millions of universes” you shrugged.

Gwen was taken aback by your words, she wasn’t aware you knew about these universes since a majority of the others didn’t. “How do you know?” She questioned with her arms crossed.

“Do you not have a Dr. Strange in your universe? A tall annoying brown-haired man? Middle-aged? No sense of humor? Come one you don’t have one!?” You gasped.

“Never heard of a strange before”

-

Both of you walked into a giant laboratory-like room, you heard chatter all around you as you looked above and saw dozens of spider variants on the ceilings and walls.

“GWEN! Gwen! May has been getting into trouble have you see- who are you?” A tired-looking brown-haired man looked at you in confusion. “I’m a rouge-killing monster called Spider-Man” you replied.

Both of their faces turned pale at your words “Gosh you guys have no sense of humor! I’m joking” you sigh. “Im a spider variant like all of you, now why’d you drag me here”

“Miguel isn’t going to like this… I’m Peter” the brown-haired man smiled. “And I presume Miguel is the big scary boss man right?”

“Thank you for the kind words” a loud voice boomed from behind. “Miguel! I found another!” Gwen smiles awkwardly.

“Mmh”

You turned to see an attractive middle-aged man with glowing red eyes “She knows about the multi-verse she was talking about some dude called Strange” Gwen nodded.

Miguel tensed at her words, his eyes glued to you as he made his way towards you. “What do you know about strange?” He hummed, circling you like his prey.

“Nothing that’s your business that’s for sure” you chuckle “Well I had fun, I’ll be heading out now” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m talking to you” Miguel yells “No your yelling, have a nice day” you wave as you shoot a web out and swing. Halfway through the swing, your web was cut, causing you to drop to the ground “WHAT THE FUCK!” You yell.

Miguel stood tall with a cocky smile on his face “We aren’t done talking” he shakes his head.

You knew very little about Dr. Strange, sure you’re well acquainted with the universally famous sorcerer but he was a private man. He called you when he needed help and that was it.

To your disbelief, you had no clue other spiders could be so damn annoying. “Well I am, I’m not going to say it again. I AM LEAVING.” You yell.

“She’s just like him” you hear a spider whisper “I AM NOT” you point a finger up at one of them “How could you hear that” they muttered. “Don’t you all have a great hearing?”

“Not all of us” Peter shrugged. “What did they say?” Gwen asked. You ignored everyone and walked out of the room. Already halfway through the door, you felt a hand grip your arm.

Turning, you see Miguel’s ruby eyes staring at you. “I suggest you let go of me” you say calmly. It was a shame he was an ass, he was too good-looking to be acting the way he was.

“Threats don’t work on m-“You cut him off mid-sentence, kicking his ankle and making him fall back. You pinned him onto the ground, your leg on his chest and heel pressed onto his chin.

The look in his eyes was a mix of anger and shock.

The other spiders started yelling, Gwen yelling at Peter to stop this and during the chaos for some odd reason you saw a talking spider cat yelling “A cat?” You chuckled causing you to lose focus.

Within seconds you were now in Miguel’s position. His hand on your throat as he pressed his weight onto you “CALM THE FUCK DOWN!” He seethes.

Just as you were about to kick him where it hurts, his hand held your knee in place “Have to be quicker than that muñeca” he whispered into your ear. [t: doll]

Your eyes widened at the pet name. You swear you could feel your cheeks burn red and telling by the smile on his face you knew they were. “This is fun but can we have a normal conversation? Like civilized people?” He replied.

He got off you, holding a hand out for you to stand. You got up on your own, pushing past him as you heard a few whistles and ‘Miguel is flushed look at him’ from behind you.

“Fine. You have 5 minutes”

Miguel led you to his office, one hand on your lower back leading you. “Brave for a newcomer” the annoyingly attractive man smiled down at you “It’s obvious no one stands up to you, I’ll happily be the one to do so” you cooed.

“Sit” he commands while pointing at the chair in front of his desk. You nod and sit patiently for him to start “What do you know about Dr. Strange?” He questioned.

“He’s Dr. Strange what is there to know? He’s a private man for god sake. You surely have one in this universe, don’t you? He’s usually in every universe” you sighed.

“He’s never been in any I’ve visited”

“Or maybe you didn’t look well enough” you chuckle. “I have one in my universe and trust me you aren’t missing out. He only calls when he needs a helping hand and that’s about it” you shrugged.

“How do you know about the multi-verses?” He questioned. “Strange explained to me the importance of leaving it alone, we’ve seen universes almost disappear due to it. People have to learn you cannot change the past, present, or future without losing something so it’s best to just deal with it. In another universe, another life we are happy just think of that”

Miguel clears his throat at your words “Let me guess you lost something as well? By messing with this fucked up world? Who was it? A wife, mother, father, daughter?”

His hands slammed onto the desk in anger “NOT YOUR BUSINESS.” He seethed while he threw his papers on the ground. You knew he was hurting, That’s why he was acting like this.

“You know, I can tell this whole I’m mean and bad act is because your hurt. It’s not healthy to live in the past, we will just rot ourselves from within Miguel. Whatever you lost trust me you have it in another universe” You smile as you stand up, patting him on the shoulder as he doesn’t move a muscle.

“You don’t understand” he growled. “Trust me I do. Why do you think I’m friends with strange huh? I lost someone too you know. But instead of making everyone suffer with me, I decided to tr-“ you couldn’t finished your sentence before his lips crashed onto yours.

You were taken aback by the kiss but couldn’t help but moan into it. You pushed him back slightly “I don’t even know you Miguel” you smiled onto his lips “I know we can change that” he hummed as he lifted you onto his desk.

You were taken back by his actions, was a conversation all he needed to get this riled up?

“You know, out of all the spiders, no one’s said anything like that to me? Not one of them genuinely has a conversation with me” he sighs while pulling back. “Well, you don’t exactly let them say a word without screaming” you chuckle.

“That’s because they all pull away once I raise my voice. It was a surprise when a pretty thing like you came in acting like you own the place” Miguel cooed, his hands trailing up your hips as he pressed himself onto you.

“And I can tell you haven’t gotten laid in a while, you really gonna fuck a girl you just met huh?” You teased. “And are you really going to fuck a man you just met?”

“Maybe, If he can make me want it that bad” you winked, your hands ran down his chest, the spandex-like material of his suit outlining his chest and muscles in the most perfect way.

He chuckled at your response and wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting you before sitting down on his chair. You straddled him as he rocked onto you softly.

You’ve never done anything like this before, you were shocked by your compliance with his actions but you couldn’t help it. You told yourself everyone needed a one-time thing right?

“You sound so fucking pretty” he mumbled onto your neck, your soft sounds making him lose every bit of patience while you tangled your fingers into his hair.

You could tell he was wondering how to remove your suit, you were trying to hide your laugh but it came out either way.

“What’s so funny huh?”

“If you want to remove my suit you press this” You smiled as you grabbed his hand and lifted it behind your neck. His hand instinctively started massaging the nape of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss.

Completely off task with what you were showing him; each of you lost in the other's taste. “Ok, so how do I remove it?” He panted “Like this” You guided him as his fingers went on the hem of your neckline.

You pressed a button from the inside of your suit with his fingers “Like that” you whispered into his ear as you licked his cheek before kissing him.

Your suit was in his hands in a matter of seconds, tossing it somewhere behind him as his eyes admired your curves.

“Can’t believe I missed you out of all of the others” Miguel groaned. His hands not missing an inch of your body as you could feel his painfully hard bulge through his suit. “Take it off” you whined say you tugged at his. He chuckled at your neediness, and complying he tossed it along with yours.

You couldn’t believe other spiders like him existed. You’ve met a few but never ones that were this irritating and gorgeous, to say the least. “Like what you see princesa?” He mocked. [t: princess]

You rolled your eyes and pressed yourself onto him “I do”, you could feel his cock pressing onto your panties. His breathing was ragged and uneven as you nuzzled into his neck.

Sucking and kissing purple bruises into his neck, your hands tangling into his hair. You felt his fingers tugging at your panties as a way to tell you to lift yourself a bit.

You did as told and let him toss your panties onto the pile of mess on the ground. “Although I love this pretty lace, it has to come off” he pouts as he pulls at your bra “Who knew you’d have this under the suit” he mumbled as he tossed your bra.

“Off” you demand as you tug at his boxers, he smiles in surprise as he sees you so needy “Alguien esta ansiosa”. “Oh shut up” you hiss as he leans onto the chair and brings your hands to his waistband. [t: someone is eager]

“If you want it so bad, take them off yourself” he cockily smiles. Your eyes narrow in annoyance but you were too needy to argue about it. Still on top of him, you tug his boxers down.

You clenched around nothing as his cock hit his stomach. You thought the whisper you let you wasn’t audible but your eyes shot up to his as he watches you with his hands behind his head.

“Love it that much already?”

You don’t bother responding as you go back to kissing him. His hands were back to their previous position, holding you tightly as you felt him rubbing between your folds.

“Shit..” you seethed. You felt his teeth sink into your skin, a loud moan coming from you causing you to slap your hands onto your mouth.

Miguel’s eyes shot up at your actions, his hands pulling them away as he pinned them onto your stomach “I don’t care who hears, hands on my shoulders”

As he ends his sentence he slams into you, your eyes rolling back while a shaky moan leaves you. He holds you onto him for a few seconds, taking in your soaked gummy walls before thrusting into you.

You could hear the wet pornographic sounds coming from the both of you as he fucked into you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he wrapped one arm around your waist the other hugging you onto him.

“Love it so much doll, fu- fuck you feel so good”

It was much more intimate than you thought it would be, the way he never broke eye contact even when you squeezed your eyes shut and muttered incoherent sentences into his chest he watched you intensely.

Miguel wondered if this would go anywhere, he hoped it did. He had no reason why he acted on his needs so quickly with you, he hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time and had no problem with it, but the moment he saw you sitting in his office it was like a switch flipped.

“Look at the mess you make muñeca, shit. This pussy was made for me” he huffed. You couldn’t even say a word, the way he felt slamming into you was euphoric.

You could feel every inch of him inside you, the way he curved perfectly in you with each of his thrusts was intoxicating.

You were making a mess, you could feel the cum dripping down your thighs as you bounced on him. “Migu- fuck all for you, only you” you whined. The words spilling from you caused him to fuck you deeper “Nadie más te va ver como te miras orita, eres mía muñeca. Solo para mi” [t: nobody else is going to see you the way you look right now, you’re mine doll. Only for me] 

His tone was adoring, he loved seeing the way you clawed at his chest whenever he picked up his pace. Miguel couldn’t help but wrap a hand around your throat when you started to slump on him; lifting you he held you to his lips as he squeezed your throat.

“Feels good huh baby? Your eyes say it all” he groans onto your cheek, his hand still squeezing your neck. You can feel your vision getting hazy, your hand wrapped around his wrist as he smiled up at you.

He let go of your neck, a loud pant leaving you as you caught your breath. But before you could even think your mouth pressed onto his, you couldn’t help but kiss his saliva-covered lips.

His pornographic moans made you dizzy, his fingers piercing your hips as he fucked you senseless while you looked down at him with needy eyes.

You could feel the knot form inside your stomach as his pace picked up, each of his thrusts causing a shaky whimper to leave you as he watched you getting closer.

“O- oh- Migu- M-“ you were crying out words as the feeling of his cock slamming into you and the slight rubbing on your clit from his pubic bone was driving you to the edge.

“I know baby I know, let it out princesa. Gonna fill you full so they all know what happened in here” he chuckled. With that you let go, the thought of his cum spilling out of you made you drunk on him. [t: princess]

You were loud but he didn’t care to quiet you down, he loved hearing how good he was fucking you. “No one’s going to fuck you better than me, I just met you and you look like you’ve been doing this for a while” he cooed.

“You’ve fucked other guys like this huh? The first day you meet them you fuck them?” He questioned. You shook your head weakly, his cock still ramming into you as he watched you bounce along with his thrust.

“No? Don’t lie how many?”

“J- you only” you cried. You couldn’t take the overstimulation, tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself about to cum again. “Only me? How lucky am I huh?” He hummed.

You scratched at his chest, pushing him slightly as his finger moved between your legs and circled your clit. “N- oh m-“ you begged, you buried yourself into his neck as he whispered praise into your ear.

“Doing so good for me chula, feel s- so fucking good” he praised. You felt the mess between your legs run down your thigh, you hugged him as you felt yourself about to cum again. [t: pretty]

“I- Mig-“

“I know baby let it out, I’m f- go on” he seethed. You could tell he was close. His pace was sloppy and his grip on you was getting tighter. You cried out his name in pleasure, the 2nd orgasm hitting you harder than the first as tears streamed down your face.

Miguel’s loud moans filled your ears as he coated your walls. You could feel his cum dripping down to his lap as he messily fucked you onto him. His pace came to a halt, his grip on you was tighter than ever while he took in your warmth.

“Fuck…” he whispered as he kissed your jaw, peppering kisses up to your mouth and sloppily kissing you. Saliva was all over your mouths, the sounds of both of you sloppily kissing each other made Miguel groan.

“You still wanna leave?” He chuckles. Miguel fixes your hair, adjusting it back to normal as he whipped your tears and saliva with his hand. You shook your head, completely drained of energy as you buried yourself into his chest.

You were questioning why he was being so nice. He was just acting like a complete ass a few minutes ago and suddenly he’s treating you like you’ve been together all your lives.

“Do you know what’ll happen if a variant from different verses gets pregnant?” He hums. You shake your head, you’d deal with those thoughts later. All you wanted was to stay in his arms.

“Descansa, I’ll clean us up” he reassured. [t: rest]

[luckyblooshot]

“Mi amor- ngh, a- ha-” Miguel’s voice was reduced to nothing but ragged syllables slurred together, groans spilling from his lips as he bullied into your now raw and sore cunt.

Scarlet eyes were glued to your face, watching as you writhed beneath him, droplets of sweat sliding down your flushed neck, your eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows drawn up, mouth releasing little pants and moans of his name.

“Y/n- ay carajo-” he choked out, his large hand cupping your cheek to pull your attention back to him, “look at me.” With fluttering eyelashes, your watering eyes opened to latch onto him, a light groan leaving his lips at the look on your face, your expression the effect of his very targeted pace. His hips continued to snap into yours, your knees bent to cradle his shoulders, thighs pressing against your chest in a mangled hold.

Your husband wasn’t someone one would call careful, especially when it came to himself, but with you waiting for him at home he found it his personal duty to always make his way back to you. His recent mission had gone awry and he found himself hanging on the edge between life and death, the image of you in his mind his only motivation to keep pushing, and when he did come back home, you were immediately subject to his burning hunger, his need to protect and prove to himself you were safe only satiable through the form of intimacy you both loved most.

You had been in all sorts of positions already, your current being the favorite, your pliant body bent basically in half to take him. His heavy cock continued to stretch your insides to the limit, every vein lining his shaft catching on the ribs of your walls to ignite hot, blinding pleasure throughout your body.

“Araña, Migs- s’too much,” you panted, your eyes looking down to where you connected, your most sensitive area now red and practically gleaming in your shared liquids, cunt literally sucking him in, skin wrapped taut around his shaft as he pumped in and out. You couldn’t help admire him as he took you, his skin glistening with sweat; his dark hair messy, stray pieces sticking to his forehead; his muscles rippling from exertion, pure strength lining his arms as they cradled you.

“I know-” Miguel whispered, his fingers carding through your hair as he kissed along your neck, “Corazón.. I know you can take it for me.” With his sweet words, he upped the intensity, strong legs aligned with the backs of your thighs as he pushed into you, his thick cock now completely sheathed in you. It was a feeling like none other, some pain mixing with your pleasure to enhance your senses, your lips letting out little cries as he thrusted into you, his cock visible underneath the sheet of skin covering your belly.

His movements seemed endless, every ushered word and tender kiss infinite, the only end you ever felt being the snap of pleasure in your core accompanied by a surge of thick liquid filling you, a heavy body collapsing atop your own. Miguel wasn’t careful, no, but when it came to you, he found his apathy slowly turning upside down into the pounding desire to protect and provide.

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mi amor- my love

ay carajo- oh fuck

araña- spider

corazón- sweetheart

[luckyblooshot]

Think about it, Miguel fucking a not very far along pregnant anomaly who didn't even mean to be a anomaly, her friend made a mistake causing her to be teleported to a different universe again, and she's not happy about it either

yeah, doesn’t matter what you say or do or anything - miguel’s going to be keeping you.

maybe it’s the sensitivity of his trained ears, or maybe he can hear the second heartbeat deep in your belly, but something about your pregnancy turns him into a fucking feral beast. he’s fucking you against every surface he can find, one clawed hand wrapped in your hair and the other pressed gently over your stomach.

“you’re mine now,” he says against the curve of your ear while he’s got you in his bed, back arched against his defined abs, his arm tangled around you middle and his free hand rubbing quick, tight circles around your sensitive clit. his cock is hitting that sweet spot inside of you, his hips snapping into the globes of your ass in a steady rhythm that’s slowly increasing the more riled up he gets. “you hear me, princesa? you’re all mine now. you and our baby.”

it’s a second chance for him to have a life as a father, to correct all the mistakes he’s made. plus, he has you now - he couldn’t think of a more perfect mother for his baby.

doesn’t matter if he’s keeping an anomaly from returning home; as far as he’s concerned, you belong to him now.

[luckyblooshot]

miguel o’hara thots

miguel loves watching you fall apart on his dick. you’re face down ass up, mewling and whimpering as he bullies your tight cunt with his thick hard length. you have a death grip on one of your stuffed animals as you laid there with tears rolling down your flustered cheeks and took the brutal pace he gave you. trying to match miguel’s thrusts are almost impossible as he always finds a way to one up you whenever he sees fit, not that you were complaining as having a pleasurably sore pussy wasn’t so bad.

you’ve came multiple times prior which left a creamy ring on the base of his length and a damp puddle on top of the covers. you were overstimulated to the point the pleasure was slightly painful. “m-miggy…s’too much…”you pleaded in between pleasurable sobs only to be met with no answer besides grunts that made your swollen clit throb. you took a free hand to reach behind and push his stomach as a weak attempt to get him to slow down just for him to effortlessly hold your arm behind your back and take his other hand to lay a few heavy spanks on your plush ass gaining positive yelps from you.

“deja de lloriquear como un bebé, puedes soportarlo... siempre lo haces.” he coos in your ear, nipping it gently with his sharp teeth knowing how much you love that. “you’re my big girl, make me proud and cum one more time..”

you already know one more time will mean three more times after that but nevertheless, you love being his good girl and cum as many times as he asks you to.

[luckyblooshot]

miggy definitely cannot keep his hands off your ass. he loves a thick girl. you bent over washing clothes and suddenly he's behind you kneading your ass like dough and talking to you like he's not smacking and rubbing your shit.

you washing dishes and he's coming up behind you, playing with your ass like it's his favorite toy— and it is. when you jolt he just keeps talking in your ear, smirking as he rests his head on your shoulder. “something wrong, cariño?”

but oh, when he's hitting it from the back.. he's rubbing and smacking your ass. "such a pretty ass, baby. that's right, throw it back on me mami, just like that." he's literally losing his mind. "fuck, love this shit baby." he smacks your ass again, rubbing his hand over the mark he left. all of your pretty little whines n moans just spur him on more- but the way you throw your ass back on him drives him wild.

and after, when you're fucked full of his cum, he's rubbing and smoothing your hot and marked skin. he can't keep his hands off your ass.

[luckyblooshot]

SMUT!!! 16+

thinking about reader tending to miguel after a late night of swinging around and saving the city. thinking about how he’d come home, just before dawn, his suit ripped in places and stained crimson in others.

thinking about how you can’t sleep without him, and he knows this, and it doesn’t surprise him when he sees you wide awake, standing in the middle of your shared apartment.

and it only takes you a second before you’re bringing him into the bathroom, trying your best to pull off the suit and avoid the weeping cuts and flowering bruises all across his body. you know he should take the next night off— you know he wont.

the first aid kit is sitting out on the counter. you put it there after a sinking feeling that he’d come home with more than just bruises.

and you couldn’t be any further from being a medical professional, but you know enough in order to take care of miguel.

you know how to sew up the deepest cuts and ice the darkest bruises, you knew which brands of numbing cream worked on him and how much ibuprofen he'd have to take tonight. you’ve been at this for almost a year; you knew his body better than he did.

for as fucked up of a situation this was — your boyfriend coming home at 4:26am and covered in blood, half of which not belonging to him — it’s one of the rare times that miguel surrenders himself to you.

in moments like this, he trusts you completely. he’s relaxing his body and letting you take the reins: you tell him what to do, how to do it, and when it should be done. everything you say is littered with quiet “please?” and every time he listens you give him a softer “thank you”

soon enough he’s covered in gauze and thread and neosporin, and those gentle touches to find out where else he’s hurt start to turn more paced— more articulated. cool fingertips brushing against his warm skin, asking him “does it hurt here?” on his shoulder, his cheek, and finally, his lips.

you kiss him, and you’re gentle with him. you are so, so gentle with him, a stark contrast from the way he can get with you: all tooth and tongue, as if he’s fighting for something.

sometimes, it ends there. it ends with miguel scooping you up, laying you down in your shared bed, and running a warm hand down your spine until you’re able to fall asleep.

sometimes, it doesn’t end there: sometimes you keep going. sometimes your hands wander and wander and get lost in his hair and his scars and his skin until his hands find their way to your waist. his grip is firm as he rocks you back and forth on his thigh, whispering a perfect balance of praise and filth into your ear.