#I'M SUPER EXCITED AAAA

[hikaricharity]

I AM SPEED

[toomanylinkstoolittletime]

okay so I'm reading through a few more posts about the luca situation, and while now I've calmed down and recognized that it's "unsanctioned" and also "fanart", that still doesn't tamp down my excitement! it still means a lot that even the co-director on the movie had similar queer interpretations like the rest of us, and it's still sweet!

[pixelateddork]

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[despairforme]

[leafie-draws]

one of my biggest goals of game design is to just talk about the influences and ideas behind my creature designs. I put a lot of thought and care into my art and I love being asked about it ;w;

[thecultoflove]

ok, hear me out cause I think Coffin and Shrignold would be really great frenemies because Shrignold is always randomly bringing up death and Coffin would also be the type to start talking about death out of nowhere cause she’s not really used to how “normal” people talk and that it’s not really socially acceptable to start talking about something so morbid as death with no warning

So her and Shrignold would get along not only because of their outlooks on death but also their love of flowers considering Shrignold is a butterfly and butterflies feed off the nectar from flowers, but Shrignolds overall personality and tendency to be a bit overbearing would still freak Coffin out a little

Coffin doesn’t hate Shrignold, she just gets a bit overwhelmed by them sometimes and can’t talk to them for extremely long periods of time but she wouldn’t mind talking or hanging out with them for a short amount of time

it’s not just for Shrignold though, Coffin just doesn’t talk to people a lot so she has a tendency to only be able to hold and have conversations for short amounts of time before running out of energy for it

tldr Coffin and Shrignold would get along but they’d also beat each other to a pulp

(Sorry if this is incoherent, I’m terrible at writing down thoughts)

THIS IS SO PERFECT AND SO RIGHT shrignold has a tendency to talk and talk for what feels like ages but it comes from a mix of excitement + anxiety generally speaking with their own situations relating to the cult. i think they'd love spending time with coffin (i actually was going to write them as on/off friends) yet they'd also want to take a mallet to the head. that's just shriggy if shrignold can't hit someone in the face with a weapon ONCE a day then there's no true point. anyways.. now that you also mentioned flowers.. just give me some time to figure out what kind of flower shrignold will (mentally) associate with coffin.. because my favorite lovebug does that with everyone they meet

[sanguinepeccatorum]

I do think my vin is gonna end up being a weird blend of the OG boi and the rendition in Rebirth. But I'll figure out details more closely once I get through it. I do think I'll be re-writing one bits on this blog and everything very soon, though - - - but it'll be nice and fresh. Its an old af blog, after all.

[flying-potato]

The brazilian dub of the Mario movie is fire 🔥🔥 totally gonna watch it over the english one.

Oh and by the way! The VA for Luigi does the voice of Sonic man 🤯🤯

[frankenfrights]

There's beauty to be found everywhere in the world, when you look - and England is no exception. The allure of the natural world has always made Victor's heart feel lighter, filling him with wonder and awe... but right now, that beauty may as well be dead to him. Flowers might as well have been rot, rivers transformed into mud - indeed, today the sunshine and laughter of the people around him does nothing for Victor but fill him with a heavy sense of dread.

It's been that way ever since he came here. But who can blame him, considering the purpose for his visit? He shudders to think of the demand that has been placed on his shoulders - by the foul beast whose gaze he's sure must be watching him wherever he goes. That beast is his own creation, a mockery of god and a slaughterer of the innocent - and he is to make another? Good god! Not a day goes past where he does not tremble, filled with regret for the future awaiting him, and perhaps all of mankind.

But he cannot stop. So he tries to pretend, to hide the shadows under his eyes and the fear in his heart so as to not arouse suspicion, even knowing that his efforts are futile. Henry worries for him every day, but Henry is not here now, leaving Victor even more miserable than usual. But try as he might, he can't hide the shaking of his hands... so much so that it seems he's attracted the attention of a stranger - the last thing Victor wanted to happen here.

"Be still...!" he whispers through gritted teeth to himself. He's not sure if he looks pitiable or suspicious, and nor can he tell the intentions of the man who's noticed his wretched state... leaving his heart pounding, even as he fakes a smile and attempts once more to act like nothing's wrong.

"There's no need for concern." he says - an obviously false assurance. "It's a- condition, you see. I've been rather ill as of late, and... that's all..."

@wakiizashi ( starter! )

[tenfaceandthree]

⚡ - to take shelter from a storm together .

Doven scoffed as ne found nymself dripping wet onto the tile floors of the building ne had quickly ducked into. Ne had not expected it to rain on nyr little outing, and especially not this heavy. Not to mention, the package that ne was cradling and had planned to take back to the castle absolutely could not, under any circumstances, get soaked. Ne had spent nyr entire allowance on it and couldn't bear to see anything terrible happen to it before ne even got to play with it. Sighing and pushing back nyr ginger curls, ne looked around the place and spotted a woman that seemed to be in the same predicament as nym. Typically ne was not a fan of interacting with people, much less members of the public, but ne was not well versed in this area of the country and needed to be cautious. It wasn't always wise to simply open a portal and flee. Approaching her, ne held out a surprisingly dry handkerchief, though it did feel flimsy and embarrassing considering the state of both of their wetness. "I see you are just as unfortunate as I am." Ne started, putting on nyr best charm. "Might you know where we've landed ourselves?"

[tatoasting]

Still looking for a job for someone with selective mutism who is disabled and didnt go to college ://

[revengesworn]

Mikey feels himself coming undone at Baji's response. He wants to cry, himself, and for a terrifying moment he feels as if he actually might - but he manages to stop the tears before they fall, and walks over to Baji instead.

And Baji is smiling at him - smiling as if nothing is wrong. He even apologized, as if any of this is his fault. It makes Mikey feel like a child again, not knowing if he should feel happy or sad or ready to scream, unable to comprehend how his friend can be so good, all the while the terror of rejection eats away at him mercilessly.

"Takemitchy told me... that you didn't betray Toman. You had another goal." The smile Mikey gives as he speaks is bittersweet, but strangely gentle. He doesn't apologize - unable to quite bring the words to leave his lips, but... he hopes Baji understands him anyway.

Takemitchy hadn't really told him anything else, honestly. He'd clammed up and stubbornly insisted that Mikey had to hear it from Baji himself. But demanding that Baji tell him what he'd been thinking now, as he lies in a hospital bed... Mikey can't bring himself to do it.

"You never abandoned us. Baji... thank you."

@prxenuntius ( continued from here! )

[sinfvlwishs]

( why is coming up with a url so harrdddd )

[despairforme]

"Are you single?" Fang straight up asked, any rational thought went poof at the sight of him. She needed a photo with this guy, amazing that he even was real. How could someone be this tall? "I mean, can I take a photo?" From her position, he only appeared even more massive. Surely someone like him must play basketball, then again he appeared far too thin for it. "Maybe?" How awkward.

Nnoitra was used to looking DOWN when speaking to people. In fact, he didn't think he'd looked UP at anyone ( while standing ) for the duration of his adult life. So, when someone spoke to him, he instinctual tipped his head forward. He was surprised this time, to find JUST HOW FAR DOWN he had to look. It took him a moment to register that the reason why the woman appeared so tiny, was because she was sitting in a wheelchair. Nnoitra blinked. He was pretty sure NOBODY in a wheelchair had ever spoken to him. Why was that exactly? How should he know? It was wild that the very first time a disabled person spoke to him - they'd ask him if he was SINGLE! It was like going from 0 to 100 at record speed. Honestly? He found it kinda funny. You'd need some confidence to ask a scary looking dude like him straight out if he was single. Maybe the woman thought that the chuckle that followed was him making fun of her. It wasn't.

She changed her question to - can I take a photo? Nnoitra's amused expression stayed, and a good bit of confusion was added. There was no way she was mistaking him for some celebrity or whatever - Nnoitra simply did not have an appearance that you'd find anywhere else. It wasn't his first time being asked for a photo. His FANS at the club had done so a couple of times. Somehow... He doubted that this woman was a fan. The club didn't even have wheelchair access.

❝ Sure, ya can take a picture. ❞ Nnoitra answered. OF COURSE he was liking the ( positive? ) attention. She might very well be wanting a photo of him because he looked like a freak, but oh well. Nnoitra was pretty sure it had something to do with his height. You didn't see people of his stature that often, and surely - to her, he must look like a giant. ❝ 'N yeah, I am single. ❞ Had she seriously meant to ask him that? Well, now she'd get the answer anyway. Was she looking for a punk/goth boyfriend to go with her own theme of style? As usual, Nnoitra was dressed in all black. He matched the girl perfectly.

[tranzfalgar]

RAAHHHHH MY SKETCHES GRJWEJRFQJKFDWSEF

[miguelhugger2099]

Omg first off LOVE!!! your wiring literally *chef’s kiss* imagine Miguel x reader suggestive smut where they’ve been both super busy and haven’t had time for each other and tension has been building up to this point.

Worth the Wait

nonie im gonna sob. not only was i so excited to see you be my first ask, this is also my first ever written smut!! aaaa im so nervous so please have mercy !! i jumped on my laptop as soon as i saw this and its so late right now haha im a little tired but i didnt want you to wait at all !! im not sure if i wrote too much or too little lol regardless i really hope you enjoy and if not i'm more than happy to make something else and thank you sososo much for the compliment <3333 the ask wasnt specified if it was fem!reader or not so i made it gn!reader just in case <3 Miguel x GN!Reader, Smut, too embarrassed to proofread it, Word Count: 3,681

“Hey, Miguel, do you think you could stay late tonight? Boss wants you in the lab for testing.” A short woman popped her head in his room, her hair neatly tucked in a high bun. Miguel stopped his pacing in his office, his glasses lifted on his head using it as a headband to pull back his fringe. He placed the beakers in his hands down and took off his gloves while ruby eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave in a couple minutes.

Miguel’s eyebrows scrunched up, tsking under his breath and turning to look at the woman. “Can’t someone else be there? Peter can oversee it instead.” He pleaded, exasperated. She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Sorry, Miguel. He specifically asked for you.” Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news anymore, she slipped out the door and shut it behind her, leaving Miguel to groan and slump his shoulders. He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his anger. It seemed like these days all he ever did was overtime at work. He fiddled with the golden band around his left ring finger, his other hand twirling it mindlessly for some comfort and also a silent apology to you.

His heart ached as he made his way to his desk, picking up his phone and dialing your number. He licked his lips while he brought the phone up to his ear. Miguel wasn’t prepared to hear your voice, happy and hopeful and only be met with disappointment.

“Miggy?” You answer happily. A small smile forms on Miguel’s face.

“H-hey, baby. You doing alright?” He asked, taking a seat on his swivel chair and leaning back to stare at the photo of you two on his desktop.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m finishing up dinner. Are you on your way home?”

Miguel’s smile dropped a bit, realizing once more why he had called in the first place. “Um, about that, mi corazón. I have to–”

“You have to stay the night, don’t you?” You cut him off, disappointment evident in your voice. Miguel’s heart clenched at the sound.

“I…I do. Believe me, I don’t have a choice or I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m not mad or anything. This month has been hectic for both of us. I just… I just miss you is all.” You speak softly over the phone. He missed you more. He wanted to be there.

“Lo siento, bebé. You know how much I hate being away from you.” He apologized. “How about tomorrow, huh? I have off. We can go out and get a drink. Or maybe stay home? I know how much you love my cooking.” He offered, his heart beating faster at the thought of spending time with you again. That feeling sank when he heard you let out a quick puff of air in annoyance.

“I can’t. I’m working this weekend. Six days in a row,” You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Your job always had a way of pushing your buttons. Miguel’s jaw clenched as he heard you. Miguel never really liked this recent event of work taking up his time from seeing you. He hated it even more when your job took you away from him. “God, I really thought we’d have tonight together at least.”

Miguel was quick to reassure you. “Hey, hey. Listen. We’ll have a day together. Eventually there’ll be a day for just us–all about us, I promise.”

When Miguel had arrived home, it could barely be even classified as night time with the way the sun had been peeking through the horizon. He dragged his body through the door, a cold home awaiting him. After kicking off his shoes, he dumped his coat and bag on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, eating the leftovers of the dinner you two were supposed to eat together before trudging back to bed. He saw you lying there on your side and he felt exhaustion drag him down.

Miguel slipped in under the covers beside you after striping himself of his clothes, leaving him in his underwear and slipped his arm around you. He pressed your body flushed against his, Miguel’s larger body enveloping yours protectively. His nose buried itself in your neck, his lips grazing your shoulder. His hand rubbed your stomach and then slid up to rub up and down your waist. Sneakily, he ran his hand under your shirt while his lips left small kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stirred awake as you felt the sudden touch of someone else.

Miguel felt you move so he pulled you tighter to him, keeping you caged in that position. “Mig…?” You called out sleepily. You felt something poke you from behind and groaned. Miguel continued to kiss your neck, his teeth coming out to gently nip at the skin making you shiver. He simply hummed his response.

“‘M home.” He murmured. He slowly turned you on your back, towering over you slightly with your leg between his. Miguel’s arm rested by your head while his attacks became more intimate. You leaned your head back, allowing him more access and his other hand on your hip squeezed you in appreciation. You bent your leg up on the bed slightly, your knee caressing his growing bulge in his boxers. Miguel let out a low groan, his hips grinding on you for some friction.

Your hands finally reached up to his hair, curling your fingers around his soft wavy brown locks. Miguel took this as an opportunity to capture your lips with his, muting the soft moans you were letting out. His own knee spread your legs apart, rubbing in between them to add to your pleasure. You felt a jolt of pleasure run down your spine, bucking your hips up instinctively. Miguel sighed against you, his hand on that had been gripping your hip, moved down to the hem of your pajama pants. He teasingly pulled it down, letting it snap back to your body and making you whine. You felt him grin through your kiss. Cheeky bastard.

Before he could ease his hand down your pants, your alarm had blared through the room, shocking the both of you and separating yourselves off each other. Miguel scowled while you clambered up to grab your phone. “The hell was that?” He grunted, displeased with being interrupted. You fumbled with turning it off, placing a hand on your chest to calm your fast beating heart.

“My alarm. I have a morning shift.” You moaned, tossing your phone back on the counter and standing up from the bed. Miguel blinked twice before getting up with you. He reached out his hand to grab yours in an attempt to stop you.

“Woah, woah, hey–what’s the rush?” He asked, turning you around and cupping your cheek. “We can at least have these couple minutes, can’t we?” His voice dropped an octave, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. Miguel tried to kiss downwards but you stopped him, albeit unwillingly.

“Amor, you know damn well how Nueva York’s traffic is in the morning. I’m not gonna be late and get my ass in trouble ‘cause you can’t keep it in your pants.” You slipped from his arms with a playful roll of your eyes and walked to the kitchen. Miguel scoffed, slightly offended, his eyes watching you walk away and looking down at your ass.

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He grumbled, looking down at the tent in his boxers wondering what to do with it now.

For the next week, it had been nothing but just pure torture. With the month making you and Miguel work away from each other, this week was stretching that limit. When Miguel worked in the morning, you’d work at night and vice versa. Each time without fail, you managed to slip in a few teasing touches. Waking up Miguel by sitting on his lap and peppering kisses on his cheeks with his hands grinding your hips down on his hardening cock. Miguel cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze when you came home from work while he was on his way out. Both of you were on the brink of breaking by this point. These small acts were supposed to tame the fire within you, not burn it brighter.

Eventually, it was finally your day off after a long weekend. A break from customer service and passing out as soon as you got home. Miguel had work today but he texted earlier that he’d get off on the hour he was supposed to this time around. You felt bad. He’d been working so hard and today had been no different. He took a shift earlier than usual so he could come home earlier without anyone being there to suddenly ask for him to stay. Lord knows he’s pushing those forty hours into overtime.

From the bedroom, you heard the door open, keys jingling as it was turned to unlock it. You got up from the bed and peered out the door, seeing Miguel kicking off his shoes and coat while tossing his bag carelessly on the living room chair. “Welcome home.” You greeted him. He dragged his feet closer to you with his head down, the top buttons on his white button up were popped open, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone. Miguel immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a comforting hug. You followed suit, hugging him back since you sensed he probably had a rough day. He hummed in response, settling for resting his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a while just holding one another until you felt his hand run under your shirt to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. They continued up and up your spine until your shirt was lifting up with him. “Miguel.”

“What?” He grumbled. One hand slid down under your pants, getting a quick feel of your ass and pulling your pelvis to him. You gasped and tightened your hold around him, feeling the warmth of arousal ignite in your stomach. “I need to have you. I can’t wait any longer.” His soft touching became more possessive, roughly grabbing your ass and tugging on your shirt and pants.

“Miguel.” You repeated his name, this time in a whimper. Your own hands slipped down his collared shirt and lightly scratched your nails on his large back which made him shiver. He pulled back and you saw his eyes hazed with desire, pupils blown wide.

“Please…” He whispered, his lips brushing up against yours. Your hands fell to his buttoned shirt as you looked up at him. Your heart raced in your chest–the sheer want of having you all to himself finally after weeks was too good to pass up. You nodded and the pleading look on Miguel’s face dropped as he immediately bent down to kiss you. You let out a squeak of surprise between his lips right before giving into his needs and kissing him back.

He tugged your pants down to your ankles before lifting you out of the puddle of clothes and bringing you to the bed. Once you were laid on top, you watched Miguel fumble with his belt. His large hands quickly unhooked the metal making it chime and the soft zipping sound of the leather sliding out his belt loops. He practically ripped himself free from his clothes, not even unbuttoning his shirt and just lifted it up and off his torso. You saw his girthy length, standing tall and proud with a slight red color tinged at his tip while the rest of him was a slighter darker color than his skin. His tip was already oozing with precum. A sight you had always welcomed. It became clear to you that Miguel had been thinking about this for a while–maybe all day. Miguel crawled on top of you, helping you out of your shirt and underwear and kissing you again while his hands roamed your body.

“I’ve waited so long. Did you miss me like how I missed you, cariño?” He sighed between your lips. Your hands clutched his shoulders, one leg hooking around his waist.

“Always.” You whimpered back.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. You felt your heart skip a beat, another heartbeat going straight to your core. Stumbling, you got off your back and got on your hands and knees like Miguel wanted. This position has always made you flustered. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating not seeing what Miguel could do to you, or even get to put your hands on him–solely relying on feeling.

Perfect timing, his hands met your ass, grabbing them and massaging them. “So perfect,” He murmured. His finger grazed your aching hole where you were the most sensitive, purposefully teasing the nerves on your body. He took pleasure in the way you writhed beneath him, succumbing to his hand. His thick cock rubbed up against you, smearing his leaking fluid on you for even better access. Then ever so slowly, gliding in his fat weeping tip inside and penetrating your walls.

You both moaned in unison. The feeling of being stuffed was like finally feeling that last puzzle piece snap in place. “Uff, fuck–I’ve missed you,” He groaned, his breath shaking as he leaned over your body. His one hand held the headboard in front of him while his other hand held the plushness of your hip tightly. Miguel’s body was shaking as he entered you slowly, stretching you out after a long time of not seeing each other like this. You whimpered, falling from your hands onto your elbows as you shook with him. “Ease up, cariño, así es.” He praised, leaning back to watch his cock disappear inside you. His pride swelled at how easily he seemed to slide in you even after so long, his mouth curling into a sly smirk.

“Mi–guel…” You choked out a moan. You whined and gripped the pillow underneath your head tightly in your fists. You had forgotten just how huge Miguel was, his covered bulge was nothing compared to the real thing. Panting, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, turning your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.

Miguel’s hand left the headboard by this point, choosing instead to rest on your back, running down the curve of your spine to press your head down. You whimpered and clenched around him which made him let out a string of curses under his breath. You felt him push himself to the hilt, his balls gently smacking against the curve of your ass. He groaned, his hand on your head gripped your hair to still himself from pounding you immediately. The two of you stood there, breathing heavily while you felt each other. You could feel him throbbing inside you, twitching ever so softly. Miguel bit his lip to hinder himself from cumming on the spot with your walls convulsing around him, weakly attempting to suck him in deeper.

You wiggled your hips, bucking them back against Miguel with a pathetic whine. “M-move…plea–” You got cut off when Miguel slipped out of you, and then he slammed back inside making you scream and shake. He then began a steady pace, enough for movement but not as quick as you wanted. Still, you mewled and clutched at the sheets while his cock was ravaging your guts. The hand on your hip wrapped around your lower stomach, his bicep flexing as he held your weight up to fuck your from behind.

“Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve fucked this needy hole properly.” Miguel sighed, huffing with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw slacked open. Skin slapping echoed in the room along with the wet smack of sweat between your bodies. It was a symphony of lust and desire. An aching instinct to be reunited like this. You pleaded for more–a little quicker, a little harder– and Miguel who loved you so much didn’t want to deny either of you this ecstasy. He then used both hands to grab onto your hips and started to drag your body back and forth on his dick, drilling himself in you like a toy. Miguel used up all his frustrations of not being able to see you all this time, his eyes drinking in your writhing form while he bucked into you abandonly.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck–Miguel…!” You squealed, involuntarily squeezing him which made me grunt and buck his hips faster. You babbled nonsense while your core bubbled up the feeling of an orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut as you allowed Miguel to hump against you. He leaned over you again, pressing kisses on your back, murmuring things you could barely hear over the sound of your own moans.

Suddenly, Miguel had pulled out again leaving you feeling empty and light headed while the feeling of an impending orgasm disappeared. He let go of you, your hips bouncing on the bed without the support of his strength holding you up. You opened up your eyes, glazed with pleasure and shakily tried to look behind you. Before you could, Miguel took your body and flipped you on your back. It all happened quickly before you could even register what was happening. He took your legs and tugged your body closer to him like a ragdoll. He spread them wide then pressed them up against your chest. You lolled your head up and you saw his fringe had fallen to his forehead, sticking to it with his sweat. His chest was heaving up and down, the glow of the moonlight highlighting the carvings of his muscles perfectly–it made your breath hitch.

Miguel then loomed over you, nuzzling his head into your neck again. You leaned your head to the side making him gain more access to you. His teeth bit your soft flesh, his lips suckling your skin to leave tiny bruises along the side. “Ah–” You squirmed and gasped when you felt Miguel slide back into you again. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, your hand running through his already messy hair. You pressed his head closer, your eyes opening up hazily to stare at the ceiling while Miguel starts his pace again.

“So tight, just f’me, hm? You have no idea how much–” He moaned in between speaking, the lust clouding his mind. “H-how much I needed you. I should’ve just brought you to work, bend you over my desk and fuck you however long I want,” He shuddered at the thought, his hips stuttering while you whimpered and arched your back off the bed. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned, his voice oozing with arrogance. You nodded, your eyes shutting closed again and desperately lifting your hips to match his thrusting.

“Next time, bebé, next time. I promise. You’re doing so, so, good. You feel so good.” He slurred softly, his hips snapped harder, his cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“Mig–Mig–I can’t,” You moaned, your screams getting louder the harder Miguel went. “Oh, god, Miguel!” Miguel kissed you, swallowing all your moans while he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment he let go of your thighs. His hands traveled around your body, feeling the shape of your silhouette back into his memory. He grabbed at anything he could hold onto before curling around your ass for a small squeeze.

He pulled away from the kiss, breaths mingling for a moment until Miguel rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your hands raked down his back and you dug your nails into his giant back, leaving streaks of red in their wake from scratching him. He moaned from it–the pain only adding to his pleasure-fueled mind. Miguel peppered kisses on your shoulder, making his way down to your chest.

“Miguel, I’m so close–so, so close…” You whimpered.

“I know, ángel, me… me too. Solo enfocate en mí, hm? Just let me have you.” He pleaded, his rough moans turning into whimpering as he neared his end. You responded with a weak ‘uh-huh’ then clinging onto Miguel for support.

He murmured in a jumble of Spanish and English, his breath hot on your neck while you screamed and pleaded for more, how good it felt, anything to get both of you going. Miguel lifted your lower half up, relentlessly pounding into you while he cursed lowly, burying his head in your shoulder again. You felt the bubble in your abdomen about to snap.

“Miguel, I–!” You tried warning him but instead the waves of your orgasm flooded your body, cumming on Miguel and making a mess between your legs. You twitched around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. Your legs shook until you went limp, fucked out of your mind. Miguel whined, speeding up to catch his own release.

“Fuck–!” He moaned, feeling his cock pump out his creamy fat load inside you, painting your walls white. Miguel’s entire body tensed up, stilling up against you while he slowly came down from the high. His strokes gradually slowed down, pumping the final ropes of cum, while he softened inside you, huffing and puffing with you. He shakily but carefully pulled out of you after a few moments. You whimpered when he completely left you with a soft wet shlick.

Miguel fell beside you, exhausted and spent. Still, he reached for you, bringing your shivering body in his arms. You curled yourself in his chest weakly, feeling his hand play with your hair. He kissed your forehead, basking in each other's afterglow. He brought the covers up over you two for some extra warmth.

“I’ll…get us cleaned up in the morning…” He huffed with a tired smile. You grunted in response, too numb to speak but satisfied nonetheless.

can you tell this is my first smut? hahaaaa dontanswerthatillcry