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So... I've been having some thots about this Miguel fanart I'd like to share...
You straddle his waist, the sudden weight of you in his lap making him jolt awake. His hands fall to your hips as he sits up, the book across his face falling to the floor. He's on surprised, but relaxes once his eyes meet yours in the dim light, his fingers twisting in the loose fabric of your t-shirt as he pulls you closer. You lean in, smiling softly as you wrap your arms around his neck.
His mouth meets yours, tongue swiping against the seam of your lips. You part them, humming as he licks inside, his kiss hungry. He rolls his hips, grinding his half-hard cock against you, pulling you so close your chest is pressed against his. He swallows your moans as he grinds up against your cunt, the friction sending little jolts of pleasure through your body.
When he drags his mouth down your neck, your fingers find their way into his hair, weaving themselves through the soft, dark strands. You whine when he nips at your neck, the sharp sting of his fangs making you shiver. He guides your hips as he continues to grind against you, softly whispering his praises into your skin.
When you come, your fingers clench in his hair, your hips stuttering against his. Your fingernails bite into his scalp and he groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He holds you as you come down, pressing kisses into your skin as the last traces of your orgasm fade away.
He's still hard beneath you, and when you tell him to fuck you, he wastes no time--taking out his cock, pulling your soaked panties to the side, and thrusting up into your wet heat. His groan is a little strangled as you clench around him, your tight cunt doing it's best to adjust to the sudden intrusion. You moan as the fucks up into you, his cock so deep like this you feel it in your belly. When he comes, it's with a growl, his mouth latching onto the side of your neck as he spills himself inside you.
(I wrote this on my phone at work so apologies if this is terrible and/or littered with spelling/grammatical errors lol)
Would be interested to know your thots on this fanart too btw...if you'd also like to share đ€đ
Girl. Girl!! Killing me here!!
My thots are this:
A) I usually donât care for abs but that manâs torso looks so fucking comfortable nobody can convince me otherwise. I want to sit.
B) the book on his face is giving Iâm smarter than I ought to be with this body and this face and this ass and frankly itâs pissing me off??
C) lemme justâ
Watching his spend leak out of your cunt like that only had him hardening again within minutes. Your body lay against his chest with a sheen of sweat, despite him doing most of the work from the bottom. Miguel hummed while swiping at the corners of your still stretched out hole, the white liquid coming off on his thumb before he stuck it in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
Wrapping your lips lazily around his finger, you look up at him lovesick, lids low and mouth pliant. You were so sated, Miguel could swear you were purring against him. In fact, when you shifted the slightest to tuck yourself against him again, his girth also shifted inside your warmth, pressing up against something that caused you to moan.
So you werenât completely done for the nightâŠ
Grabbing your hips to adjust you the slightest bit again, Miguel groans obscenely, yours and his combined slick making your core so hot and easy for him, he could bet you could take him anywhere tonight. He wonders if youâd let him.
Eyes locking on the dark spot on your neck from where he had marked you earlier, Miguel feels inclined to spread them, to litter marks everywhere from the delicate skin between your collar bones to the softness of your inner thighs. His mind immediately jumps to images of you on your back with his hand holding you down, barely there bruises forming all over your pretty breasts. Maybe another time when heâs got you on his bed, not on the floor where he had fallen asleep before you found him and had your way with him.
Picking the book back up, he shoves it in your hands and tells you to read to him, finish what you interrupted and even though technically heâs wrong, he was fast asleep before you even laid eyes on his tempting body, you comply with shaky hands and an even shakier voice. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to focus on the words coming out of your mouth but itâs kind of hard when Miguelâs hands are gripping your hips so tight and he feels so sweet inside of you it tastes bitter.
You barely get through the paragraph before he starts shallowly thrusting up into you, waiting to see how long it takes before you give up trying to think with how heavy his cock feels inside your dripping core, your walls fluttering as you approach orgasm. As you come, the book falls from your hands to the floor, forgotten in the moment as he chases his own relief again and spills into you, again, pushing it back in, again and again and again.
It will never be enough for him, heâll never have his fill of leaving you full of him.
Sorry does this even make sense itâs just a horny mess đđđ„Čđ«Ł đïžđ«Šđïž
#inbox đ#Whitney tag#stay awake with me#miguel o'hara smut#miguel oâhara imagine#miguel oâhara x you#miguel oâhara x reader
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Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy âïžđ»
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For the colors thingy: moss, royalty, and spicy mayo đâ€ïž
i love u
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AN: I feel like I should apologize for my Miguel O'Hara thirst but...I don't wanna.
(Un-betaâd)
PWP in which Miguel makes you come over and over andâ
Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, youâve been warned?) Words: 749 Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader Warnings: PWP, p in v, kissing, cockwarming, mild biting, soft!Miguel, overstimulation, praise kink, mild blood, established relationship, multiple orgasms, creampie AO3
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âAgain, mi vida, give me another.âÂ
You whine, limbs shaking, as each push of his hips sends another jolt of pleasure through your body. Heâs been at this for what seems like hours, slowly bringing you to the edge and flinging you over it, only to pull you right back up again and again. He feels so good, his thick cock dragging against every sweet spot inside you, splitting you open, hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruisesâÂ
Your back bows when he changes the angle slightly, the tip of his cock bumping against your cervix. The pleasure rolls through you in waves, seemingly never ending, as he slowly pushes and pulls himself in and out of you. He still hasnât come, is still rock hard inside you; heâs holding himself back, you know, waiting for you to reach a certain level of pleasure before he allows himself to experience it himself. If you werenât so cock drunk right now, youâd probably say something, tell him that you want him to feel good too, that you want to see him lose the control he fights so hard to keep over himself. Â
The stirrings of yourâŠfifth (or is it the sixth?) orgasm begin in your belly, the tendrils coiling, about to snap. You moan weakly as your cunt flutters, breath backing up in your lungs. Miguel grunts, jaw clenching as he maintains the same slow pace, his hand sliding from your hip to your sex. His thumb barely circles your clit when the tension inside you breaks, soft waves of bliss rippling from your core, alighting every nerve in your body as you gasp, mouth falling open in a silent moan. Your eyes roll back in your head and your body trembles, fingers twisting loosely in the sheets beneath you.Â
Miguelâs groan is broken as you convulse around him, his body moving forward to cover yours, to cage you in as he continues to rut into you, prolonging your pleasure. He presses his face into your neck, murmuring his praises into your skin (âSuch a good girl for me, squeezing me so tight.â). His groans increase as your orgasm recedes, his steady pace faltering slightly as he (finally) chases his own pleasure. You moan softly in his ear, your arms heavy as you sluggishly wrap them around his waist, hands resting on his lower back. He mouths at your skin, tongue laving sloppily at the little nicks his fangs leave behind. Â
When he comes, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, almost growling as he fills you to the brim with his seed. You gasp in surprise, the sharp pain immediately melting into pleasure. His cock is soft and spent, but you whimper nonetheless when he continues to lazily fuck into you, his cum spilling out with every press of his hips. Despite how tired you feel, you donât want him to stop, instead slipping your hands low enough to grasp his backside. He pulls his mouth off of your shoulder with a hum, nose dragging up the column of your neck until he meets your lips in a slow, languid kiss. The taste of your own blood on your tongue sends a shiver through you, arousal once more pooling in your gut. Â
He must sense it, because he keeps going, keeps pumping his softened cock into you, his mouth swallowing every sweet little noise that escapes from between your lips. When you come this time, itâs less intense, the euphoria cresting softly as you bask in the pleasure. He groans brokenly as you squeeze him again, his forehead pressed against yours, half-lidded eyes glued to your face. His hips finally still as you both come down, and he kisses you again, soft and slow, his hand smoothing gently down the side of your face.
âOkay?â he asks, pulling back a little to study your face.Â
You hum, smiling drowsily at him, your hands running up and down his back.Â
He smiles back at you, a suspicious glint in his eyes as he churns his hips a little. âCan you give me another one?âÂ
You whine, shaking your head, your nails digging into his back. âMiguel, no, please. I canâtââÂ
âI know, baby,â he chuckles, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. âIâm just teasing.âÂ
You fall asleep like thatâhis body draped over yours, his cock still inside youâhis solid warmth lulling you into a pleasant sleep.
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school LIs youtube uploads (REAL) (NOT LYING)
#degrees of lewdity#dol#robin the orphan#whitney the bully#kylar the loner#sydney the faithful#so many tags !!!
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Evan and K running away from the world and keeping to themselves out of fear and to avoid the hurt that comes with forming meaningful relationships vs Jammer and Sam always being surrounded by people but hiding massive chunks of themselves and their lives because they don't believe anyone around them would want them in their entirety.
#they're all so isolated in such different ways. . . . . .#evan kelmp#k tanaka#sam britain#(girl stop changing your name it's fucking up my tags)#whitney jammer#dimension 20#misfits and magic
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Silly icon of school LIs and my PC in Vivinos' Alien Stage style XD
I'll put Vivinos' little drawing under the cut, please support her team and Alien Stage series if you want! Links under.
Vivinos youtube / Vivinos patreon
Alien Stage Series
#degrees of lewdity#dol#dol fanart#robin the orphan#dol robin#whitney the bully#dol whitney#kylar the loner#dol kylar#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#dol sydney#dol pc#Lya the Blossom#should I tag alien stage too?#Vivinos#dollya art
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I left because all I wanted was to be with you & I had no idea what to do about it. SHIRA & HANNAH | HARLAN COBEN'S SHELTER
#shelter#shelteredit#harlan coben's shelter#wlwgif#wlwsource#tvedit#cinematv#shira x hannah#constance zimmer#missi pyle#photoset#JUST GAL PAL STUFF#I knew there were gay vibes in that tension when they first saw each other#but then with the reveal that they shared a boyfriend I thought I was being jackieshauna'd#but NO!#they ARE gay!#and ema and whitney are also super gay for each other so I'm very much enjoying this show#but there's not much in the tag so if you were unaware that constance zimmer is currently making out with a woman#it airs weekly so hope on over to prime and catch up x
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I know in my heart the bleeps are Brennan saying â9/11 was an inside jobâ and then Lou following up by asking that dude âbe straight with me, was 9/11 an inside job?â
#âI donât know. probably.â#misfits and magic#mismag#mismag 2#episode 6#code crimson#d20#dimension 20#d20 spoilers#I mean not really but đ€·ââïž#evan kelmp#whitney jammer#brennen lee mulligan#lou wilson#note: slightly edited to add some tags
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cw // blood, snakes, cigarettes
DOL x SCP AU
Been taking a trip down memory lane lately and the best way to do that is to make a DOL x SCP AU wkwkwkw, I've loved the SCP stories and lore for years now (since I was 14 or something), so it only made sense to make this AU! I mostly just chose SCPs I really like or I think are very fitting with the characters.
For the sake of this AU, we can just assume they're all under Bailey and located in the same Site. Will be making the other LI's and PC for this AU soon đ„șđ„ș!! I'm thinking of adding a few other non-LI NPCs as well into the story but it's taking me a while to draw them out.
#dol x scp au#degrees of lewdity#dol#dol related#for the sake of normies in the SCP fandom i won't used the proper tag#but pls know im gonna be fucking rambling abt this for a while because im so REBFJBERFBHJERF#I MISS TALKING ABOUT SCPs!!!!!#fan art#art#mine#my fan art#my art#whitney the bully#bailey the caretaker#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#robin the orphan#dol bailey#dol whitney#dol sydney#dol robin#smoking cw#blood cw#snakes cw
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[Now... Choose me.]
was listening to mafumafu's otome game song and my brain kicked in and was like "yes the dol LIs in an otome game instead"
now i contemplate if i wanna render this cuz once again, im too lazy dies,,,
also they tried winking, how attractive, very charming.
[anws uh,,, ref pics,,, just in case,,,]
go listen to mafumafu, he's amazing.
#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol robin#robin the orphan#dol whitney#whitney the bully#dol kylar#kylar the loner#dol sydney#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#am i using tags correctly still#do i add mafumafu as a tag or nah#meeks museum
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Do you have any random headcanons for Miguel? Be it sexy or otherwise đ€
I think he shushes you as he breaks you in.
Also I totally see him having to hold your hips while they unintentionally wriggle away from the intrusion.
Feel like he zones out at work during meetings thinking about how loud he can get you to scream for him đłđ«Ł
Probably likes hearing you say you canât take it. Whimpering from the stretch.
Also I feel like heâs the type to wanna eat a lot after a long ass session, working up a hunger and starts eating like a big meal and youâre like gaping at him, âreally??â And heâs like, mouth full, âwhat?â
Idk just some thots đ
#inbox đ#Whitney tag#stay awake with me#Miguel thots#miguel oâhara smut#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel oâhara imagine#miguel oâhara x you
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Drink broseph ale, kiss cowboys, etc etcđŸ
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ngl i added that part bc one of my irl friends let a girl they like sleepover AND THEY DAPPED HER UP THE MORNING AFTER đ tragic really. so i had to use it.
scratches and bites - 3
pairing: miguel o'hara x reader
warnings: explicit 18+, use of demeaning names, biting/marking/scratching, use of venom, a small amount of blood, unprotected sex, creampie (whoops), cumplay (whoops 2x), slight size kink (whoops 3x), bondage (0-0), feelings (bleh), needy wittle miguel :P
a/n: uhhh, this may have gotten away from me -- went from 1k to 4k real fast (or slow bc i'm a slow writer hehe)
summary: miguel o'hara is a grumpy man and you make him grumpy. you regularly go against his orders, create chaos, and invite danger. this is what happens when he's had enough.
w/c: 4.2k
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âClean-up crew is on the way. You,â He points sharply in your direction, âcome with me.â He roughly passes by you, purposely clipping the edge of your shoulder.
You sulk slightly and follow him into the portal, mood effectively ruined.Â
Everything worked perfectly in your eyes. You were able to save the family and a few people inside the building. You even had time to pick up a free hotdog.
âItâs on the house for you, Spider-Woman! Thanks for saving the day!â
âAw, thanks, dude.âÂ
Of course, before you could take a bite of your well-earned lunch, OâHaraâs hulking figure was standing over you. Heâs angry.Â
Gwen wisely scurried off before you all got to the portal and Jess had better things to do than deal with whatever was going on between the two of you. So youâre effectively alone now. Great.
âThe fuck did you think you were doing out there?â Miguelâs voice booms off the high ceilings of his office as he leads you toward his desk. He has this pretentiously slow platform that he loves to use to look down on people. You feel like a student that got called to the principal's office. âYou couldâve gotten yourself killedâor worse, gotten someone else pulled into your fucking mess.âÂ
You roll your eyes as soon as he passes, âOh, come on OâHara, you were about to bail on a car full of people and left a bunch of workers in the crumbling building because nothing is more important than your dumbass box of scraps and wires!â
He turns stiffly, jaw clenching at your words, but his eyes roam to anything else in the room but you. Like always. âYou know weâve been looking for that equipment for months. If we have any chance to hold back this multiverse annihilator even a few days, weâre gonna take it.â Miguel is as curt as ever, stance stiff as he tries to pretend heâs unaffected. Like heâs convincing himself heâs doing the right thing. And what you did was wrong.
âThere were four of us out there, Miguel,â His eyes briefly meet yours at the sound of his given name. Something he has rarely heard you say since youâve been in Nueva York. âThe package was barely a struggle for one of us! Youâre telling me we needed four hands to locate and retrieve that shit?â You gesture over to the crate resting on his computer platform.Â
He sighs like heâs tired of hearing your voice. Tired of being in the same room as you. His hand smooths over his face, âThatâs not the point, Kid.â You could feel warmth blooming inside of your chest at his choice of words. Itâs demeaning, and he knows it. As much as you hate him right now, youâre also loving this. Youâre finally getting the chance to express all the frustration heâs inspired in you. And itâs satisfying to watch him get all wound up because you actually made the right move. He just canât admit it.âWhat you did was beyond idiotic. You couldâveââ
âWell, I didnât. And Iâm not a fucking kid.â You spit out the words. His eyes immediately darken as you raise your voice. Bright cherry to rich blood. Â
Miguel rolls his shoulders back from annoyance and briefly closes his eyes. Irritated. You seem to always irritate him. His jaw is tight, and right under his full top lip you can almost make outâ âWhat did I say about interrupting me?â Heâs seething, head tilted slightly as pushes away from his desk and off the platform to you.Â
His deep voice is so low that you swear you can feel it surrounding you, vibrating the warm air that clings to the thin treads of your suit. âYouâre soâŠâ His fists clenched tightly and tension rolls off of him, crashing into you like a wave. âDifficult.â You try to stay brave and hold your head up, unwilling to cower under his superficial anger. âSo fucking irritating.âÂ
This is getting nowhere.
âSo thatâs why you called me in, hm?â Your voice comes out more breathless than you intended, but really, itâs his fault. This whole time heâs been inching closer and closer to you, taking up all your space. âTo call me petty names? Tell me all the things that are wrong with me?â You have to crane your neck to maintain eye contact with him, heâs so close.Â
âNo.â He drawls the word, his voice deep and muffled. Then you realize. His fangs. The stark change of the air in the room was enough to make your breath hitch. You suddenly feel trapped.Â
âI brought you here,â There are only a couple of inches separating your chest from touching his and you swear you can feel his body heat radiating off of him, almost simmering under his suit. âTo teach you a lesson.â He leans down slightly, closing in the height distance between the two of you. You havenât been this close to him since that night.Â
âW-what kind of lesson?â
âThe kind thatâll persuade you to follow the rules.â Your knees nearly buckle as each word is lightly whispered next to your ear. He keeps his hands to himself, but it still feels like heâs wrapping himself around you. âTo listen to me. Like a good girl.â Just as your body begins to mirror his and lean into his space, he backs up and strolls back to his desk.Â
Your eyes instantly lower and stay locked onto his spotless steel floors as you listen to him slowly walk away. You feel your face heat in embarrassment as you become more self-aware of the way your body reacted to him. He hadnât even touched you.Â
âCome here.â Your head tilts up slightly at the sound of his voice. Heâs sitting back on his desk chair, legs spread confident and inviting as he watches you watch him through hungry eyes. He can tell your mind is brimming with overlapping thoughts as you decide whether to listen to him or not.Â
Some part of you worries youâre being lured into a trap. That OâHara, one of the least genuine people you know, is playing with you. But your body doesnât really seem to care, already moving until your ankles meet the edge of the barely floating platform. The air around you is cool and empty without his presence. Your body craves more of Miguelâs natural heat.
â...Closer.â You shuffle over until youâre a couple of feet away, fingers twisting together with uncertainty. Heâs looking at you, leering at you. Virtually devouring you with that scarlet stare of his. If he wanted, he could reach over and pull you closer, eliminating the space between you, but he decidedly doesnât, clearly wanting you to come to him.Â
âDonât worry, honey, I donât bite â oh wait,â He grins at his own joke, fangs proudly poking out from under his plump lips. You donât realize how hard you're biting your lip until it starts to seriously sting. Your teeth release your aching lip and his gaze follows the action before meeting your eyes.Â
âUnless you want me to.â You havenât uttered a word in a while and you donât really want to. Youâre completely content to continue to soak in the words that slip from his tongue. âDo you?âÂ
Yes.
âDo IâŠâ
â...want me to bite you.â He openly runs his soft tongue over the contours of his fangs.Â
Yes.
âB-biteâŠ?â
âMhm. Make you all numb and pliant for me?â He finally reaches over and gently tugs you closer by your arm. You let him. âThat what you want, hermosa?â Your body slots seamlessly in the space between his thighs. His face cradles perfectly into the crook of your neck. You sigh, subconsciously leaning closer as his tender lips hover sweetly over your covered throat.Â
He whispers, barely audible against your skin, âPromise itâll only hurt for a second.âÂ
Yes.
âYes.âÂ
He doesnât waste any time.Â
A hand drifts up your arm to the flexible collar of your suit. He tugs it down lightly, revealing your bare skin to the cool air. Itâs not enough for him. With a hushed tear, he uses a claw to split the fabric down to the top of your shoulder, giving him more access to your body. He pushes your hair back and nudges himself closer to you, nose nestling where your neck meets your shoulder. He breathes you in. âSweet.â His voice barely carries with how soft he says it. Â
The balmy heat of his breath sweeps along the side of your neck before his lips finally connect. His hands trail against your waist, slowly caressing you as he slowly presses kisses into your skin, trailing his lips down until he finds the spot. You tilt your head to the side as you feel the light scratch of his fangs.Â
âHold on to me, baby.â Your gloved hands grip his thick forearms. He bites down.Â
It hurts in the beginning like you thought it would. Like he said it would. You try to disguise your wince, but you canât stop the way your body flinches at the sensation. Itâs intense, the sharp pain, and it spreads, traveling down from your neck to your toes.Â
And then, something clicks. It vanishes. That ache gets replaced with an endless warmth that relaxes every muscle in your body. Your hands, once clenched around Miguel, begin to loosen so the only thing thatâs holding you up is him.Â
Everything touching your skin feels amazing. The heat of his hands. The suit that's starting to slowly fall down your shoulder.Â
Your eyes glaze over with pleasure as you watch him pull away from your body to look at you. His tongue pokes out, swiping over his bottom lip to collect the mixture of residual venom and your blood. Are you bleeding? You lean closer and your hands reach out for his shoulders.Â
âThat good, hm?â Even his voice feels good.Â
You use his solid form to keep you steady as you boldly crawl onto his lap, âReally, really, good.â He hums and you feel his chest vibrate against yours. His arms easily wrap around your form as he waits patiently for you to get comfortable on top of him.
In this moment you realize how this will change everything. And youâre not talking about the bit.-- Ok, not just the bite.Â
Itâs seeing him like this that flips your world. Feeling his touch. The gentle way he holds you against him and the patient way he lets your fingers trail down his strong chest until youâve decided youâve had enough. He makes you feel special. Wanted. Everything that youâve craved since you followed him here. The same thing he offered you before taking it away.Â
So youâre scared. You donât know if you could ever let this go because you know youâll always yearn for moments like this. If he pushes you away againâŠ
The fog in your head dissipates and itâs like youâre waking up. You catch his eye and his brows furrow. He senses somethingâs wrong. His hand cradles yours and gives you a comforting squeeze.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âDonât leave me.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â His eyes are sincere as they try to read your crestfallen expression.Â
âJustâŠâ You exhale slowly and rest your forehead against his shoulder. âDonât do this then walk away, Miguel.â Your words hang in the air for a few seconds as he takes them in.Â
Great, you ruined the mood. âLook, Miguel, Iââ He softly lifts your head and leans in to press his forehead against yours. Youâre so close he could probably feel your eyelashes brush against his cheeks.Â
âSweetheart, Iâm not going anywhere.â He draws you in and kisses you deeply, taking your breath away with his tender touch. It feels like a promise like heâs signing the dotted line of your heart. âIâm yours.â Itâs whispered against your lips when he pulls back and you can help the grin that sprouts from his words. He matches it.Â
âYeah?â
Youâre pulled back in, âMhmâŠâ Muffled, but absolute.Â
Kissing Miguel is exactly how you imagined it to be: addictive.Â
Maybe itâs the residual venom left on his tongue, but the way he moves against you, mouth and body, makes your legs tremble. Makes you ache for him.
You melt against him, drunk on his taste and leaning in for more. His hands go from cradling your face and delicately tracing your neck to massaging your thighs, hands practically draping over you with the size difference.Â
He delicately licks into your mouth, greedily taking in every aspect of your taste. Your lips vibrate excitingly when his tongue brushes against them, theyâre super sensitive from how long heâs been working them.Â
You feel him under you, nestled achingly against your ass. He throbs eagerly every time you let out a breathless sigh or a muffled moan. Youâre no better. You swear you already have a wet spot ruining your suit from all the times he âaccidentallyâ grips his claws into the curve of your hips. Â
You whimper quietly when you feel the sharp point of his fang drags ever so slightly across your bottom lip. As he moves downwards, it delicately tugs at it, briefly revealing the bottom row of your teeth before releasing it. He moves his mouth along the line of your jaw and then focuses on the sensitive bite he left to bloom red and purple on your neck.Â
With his hands back on your waist, he starts to lick up the small droplets of blood that were staining trails down your shoulder. It stings wonderfully as he laves against it, cleaning the red off your smooth skin. You canât help but to cry out as he begins to suck at your sensitive skin, itâs a bit more intense than you were expecting, but it feels really good. He blows cool air on it when he releases your skin, soothing the new mark heâs left on you.Â
His mouth is back on yours, letting you taste your own blood as your tongues intermingle with fervor. Fingers tug at the front of your suit to pull you impossibly closer as your teeth nash against one another. You hear a faint rip between you as his grip tightens and pulls at the stretchy material. Your skin quickly reacts as the cool air wraps around you, arms prickling with goosebumps and nipples tightening into hard buds.Â
You both pull back and look down at the damage. Your suit is split down the middle of your torso, revealing everything from your heaving chest to your belly button. Your body ignites with heat when you notice how his crimson eyes drink you in. A soft growl vibrates from his chest.Â
âMiguel, this is the only suit I have.âÂ
âMy bad.â Zero remorse in his voice. Asshole.Â
He abruptly grabs both of your wrists and pulls them behind you with one hand causing you to arch your back, inevitably giving him a better look. âGod, youâre sexy.â His other hand slowly molds over your waist and smooths it upwards to grasp your tit with a playful squeeze. Using his gloved thumb, he teases the soft peak of your nipple, flicking it once just to hear you gasp. He does it once more, grinning (with his fangs cutely poking out) when you react the same way.
âMiguelâŠâ You whine out, pouting at his teasing.Â
He idly drags his claws down your stomach, enjoying the way your breath hitches when he gets closer to your center. âYou always go without a bra under there?â
âItâs a tight suit.â
âIt isâŠâ His hand trails down to your inner thigh and you shift slightly, leaning back so he can touch exactly where you need him. He gets the hint and gently cups you over your damp suit. âAnd hereâŠ?â
Your bottom lip tucks into your mouth as you look up at him, nodding softly. âAnd there.âÂ
Youâre suddenly being carried by Miguel, weight supported by his strong arms. You have to quickly wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling backward. He hurriedly takes you over to his desk and sets you down at the edge of the waist-level table.Â
He is so tall that you struggle a bit to keep your hold around his neck so you settle your hands back on his chest. You push at his firm figure and sit back to fully take him in. âAnd how about you?â
âMe?â
âDo you wear anything under that unbearably tight suit?â
âI do, actually. Wanna see?âÂ
Youâve heard the rumors of Miguelâs nano-suit, but youâre still perplexed when he grabs his interdimensional watch from the desk next to you. He clicks a couple of holographic buttons and you watch in awe as his suit seems to dissolve off of him, one particle at a time, like it never existed in the first place. The fading red and navy reveal his perfectly muscled body, somehow making him look even bigger in front of you.Â
He did, in fact, have some briefs on under the suit, but itâs whatâs under it that catches your attention. Your thighs clench together as you watch him set down the timepiece, his arm unintentionally flexing under the dim lighting.
Miguel returns to you and you spread your legs slightly so he can stand directly in front of you. You slowly reach out to him, palm to the skin, and soak in the natural heat of his body. You can feel his heart beating under his chest, slow and steady.Â
âYouâre hot.âÂ
He has that teasing grin back on his face, âAm I?â
âI meanâŠwarm.â
He shrugs, âUs Spiders run hot.â
Miguel moves your hand off of him and sets it on the table before pushing his body closer to you, making your legs push out further. He leans in so close that you have to slowly tilt your body back with him. âBet youâre warmer.â
 He shifts your body further onto the table and then starts working on the rest of your suit. It tears easily from your body, scraps falling to the floor until youâre fully bare in front of him. You pant as you watch him and feel your center pulse in reaction to his rough handling. âThere we are.â His voice is soothing, but his eyes flash dangerously. You arch your back slightly as his claws scrape lightly over your stomach to your most sensitive area. You donât even have to look down to know youâre dripping, you can feel it all over your inner thighs.Â
His fingers glide over your glistening lips, spreading your eager wetness leisurely. His claws are gone. You watch his face as he stares at his actions, his hungry eyes dark with lust. You both groan when one finger dips in, pushing gently against your entrance. Youâre practically gushing around him as he starts to move, wet sounds accompanying each thrust. A string of slick follow his hand as he pulls away and it drips carelessly on your flushed thigh. With hooded eyes, Miguel holds up his dripping finger, âOpen.â You suck on him enthusiastically, holding his gaze as itâs slipped into your mouth. âFuck.â
His briefs are shoved down his muscular thighs before you can look down and youâre shoved roughly onto your back. You feel his claws dig into your thighs as he spreads you out for him, pushing them back until they're next to your waist. His warm hardness slides against your weeping pussy, covering him in slick as he prepares himself.Â
Your breath hitches as his cock pushes inside of you, nearly stretching you to your limit. You try your best to take deep breaths, but itâs hard when you can literally feel each inch sinking into your body. A throaty groan rumbles in his chest as he feels you involuntarily clench around him, invariably sucking him in further. His eyes are almost glowing with how bright red they are. âRelax for me baby, Iâm almost in.âÂ
Your thighs tremble under his hands as he continues to plunge in deeper, unable to keep up with all the stimulants surrounding you. The feeling of him dragging against your walls is exquisite and you can barely hold yourself back from cumming right there.Â
Then he starts moving.Â
His hips drag back, pulling almost all the way out before he buries himself back inside of you. Your head tilts back with pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut, you canât even tell what youâre holding on to. He keeps this slow pace, body nearly engulfing you as he hovers above. A moan follows each thrust as he fucks you into his desk. Â
When your eyes are finally able to flutter back open, you meet his stare. You quickly attempt to hide your face with your arm, too embarrassed to hold eye contact with him while heâs using your body like this. He doesnât like that.Â
Your wrists are forced above you and then expertly webbed together to hold them there. His red webs pulse hot around your wrists. Unlike the traditional webs that tend to feel like cool lace, his are warm, like fingers wrapping tightly around your wrists, almost thrumming with soft heat in a way that makes them feel alive.Â
You yelp when his hand tugs sharply at the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your gaze as he moves over you. âLook at me, baby.â You listen. He begins to aim his thrusts upwards into you, nudging against that special spot inside of you. And as hard as you try to keep looking at him, your eyes inevitably roll back as he hits it so precisely. You faintly see stars.Â
You cry out as heat blooms your center and your thighs close around his hips, tightening as a spark swarms in your lower belly. âThatâs it, baby,â He speeds up, feeling you start to clench around him, âlet go.âÂ
Your vision blurs when your climax blasts through your body. Hot tears spill from the intensity of the feeling, creating hot trails of wetness over your cheeks. âSuch a pretty little thing." He wipes them away lovingly. Your body jerks with pleasure and Miguel has to hold your waist down as your back starts to arch off the desk.Â
He doesnât stop. If anything, he starts fucking you harder, letting his body weight hold you in place as he chases his own high. You whine against his neck, skin sticky with sweat, as he roughly ruts into you. âBe mine, baby, and Iâll take care of you forever.â His claws dig into your web-pasted wrists as he works himself into you, post-orgasm slick smothered carelessly over the both of you. âI promise.â He whispers breathlessly next to your ear.
âPlease.â The word is nearly stuck in your throat as he continues to take everything your body is willing to give him. Heâs basically grinding his cock into you now, wanting you as close as possible for these last moments. You barely hear it but he whimpers against your shoulder as he starts to draw closer to his climax, desperately rutting his hips against you.Â
With a choked-out groan, his movements grow sloppy and he thrusts deep inside of you a few more times. You feel the warmth of him as he spills inside of you, filling you up to the brim. Heâs panting above you, body weight nearly smothering yours. You love it.Â
He slowly pulls out once heâs calmed down, eyes locked onto your leaking center thatâs full of a mixture of you and him. His fingers lovingly spread his cum over your pussy and you flinch as he slides against your sensitive clit. You give him a look of disapproval which he ignores as he pushes his mess back inside of you.Â
âWill you let me out of these now?â You pull at the webs, still holding your arms above you.
âHmâŠI think Iâll keep you there for a little bit longer.â
â
His office is like a bat cave when youâre barely dressed. Thereâs a slight breeze in the office (you have no clue where itâs coming from) thatâs making it particularly drafty. You force Miguel to huddle over you like some oversized puffer jacket as it was his fault the only clothes you came with are lying on the floor in scraps.
âHow am I supposed to leave when my suit is in tatters?â
His arms hold you tighter, âYou arenât. Youâre staying with me.âÂ
âMiguel, people are probably looking for us by now.â
âI donât care.â
âMiguel.â
âAlright, fine. You can borrow one of my nano-suits, but weâre going to my place.âÂ
âDude, youâre like 6â3â, how am I supposed to fit into one of those?â
He tsks, âReally? Youâre calling me âdudeâ after all of this?â He grabs his watch again, scrolling through some settings. âItâs nano-tech, sweetheart, it fits what I want it to fit.â He dials the size down, letting you watch as the hologram shrinks to display your general size. âAnd Iâm 6â7.âÂ
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â evan, what do you haunt? â
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"i have three best friends."
#my art tag#evan kelmp#k tanaka#sam black#whitney jammer#d20#d20 mismag#misfits and magic#dimension 20#happy trailer day!!#mismag
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