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Tis but thy name that is my enemy.

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hey (with the intentions of)

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sitting on miguel o’hara’ face ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

— a/n: i’m ovulating. so.

warnings ﾟ𐦍༘⋆: some vulgar language

“Just sit.”

Miguel loudly sighs as he tugs on your thighs for the nth time, his dick painfully straining against his pants as he watches your wet pussy leak right in front of his face. The cum from the last round dripping down the side of your right leg.

“Miguel,” you whine. Your thighs shake as you weakly try not to fall right onto his mouth.

He tugs again, “Cariño, are you trying to edge me?” He whines out.

You moan, the very thought of him cumming inside his pants just from eating you out causing all coherent thoughts in your brain to rot.

“Come on, mi vida.”

He tugs a little harder and it does the job. You let go of all the resistance in your body and fall straight down onto Miguel’ open, watery, mouth—and you swear you almost pass out at the sensation of his wet, thick, tongue immediately plunging itself deep into your pussy, the squelching noise you hear almost makes you want to cry from the embarrassment.

You close your thighs around Miguel’ head and push yourself down into his mouth, your breath hitching in your throat as the nub of your pussy brushes against his nose.

“Miguel—“ you choke, a moan immediately escaping you when he moves his entire head with a long stroke, his nose rubbing against your clit.

He hums and your hands fly up to the headboard of the bed, and you grip on for dear life.

“Miguel,” you say and it come out as a wispy breath, “Miguel—!”

You arch your back as his lips close around your clit. Your mouth hangs open forming an “o” shape and Miguel’ hands go from your thighs to your ass to keep you on his face and to push you down even more.

The twitching of your body only gets worse when he starts to move you, you’re practically grinding his entire face now.

“Mi—Miguel,” you stutter as his hands start to roam up and down your hips and lower back, “C—close—!”

His hums and mumbles something into your pussy—the vibrations send you to the very edge and you’re right there, ready to go over the edge, ready to suffocate him with the intensity of your orgasm if you haven’t already with your pussy—

But then it stops. His hands travel up to your hips stilling you completely and then he lifts.

If you were embarrassed by how wet you were, that is nothing compared to how embarrassed you are now.

Below you was actually the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. Miguel, wet hair clinging on the sides of his face with your wetness spread all over his face, some even trailing down his neck as most of you was on his lips.

You couldn’t help yourself, you were way too close to the edge and he was way too beautiful for you to keep your composure, so all the prior wetness on his face was now mixed with your very new cum.

With half opened eyes, thanks to your cum, he smirks as he licks his lips.

Fuck, had he shown a fang you probably would’ve came again right then and there.

“S—sorry,” you say in between stutters. Having an orgasm while getting eaten out is one thing, but having one from just looking at him? The embarrassment was too much.

He lets out a deep, low chuckle before moving you away from his face. He fights back a moan as your wet pussy hits his chest.

“I’ll go get a towel for you,” Miguel grips your thighs before you can start moving, wetness leaks from your pussy.

“No need, mi amor,” he looks down at your pussy then back up at your eyes, his own still half lidded, “‘m not planning on wasting any of it.”

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miguel has this thing...

he likes to watch you shoving your fingers inside your pussy while he just stands there and watches

its torture to just watch you moan and whimper as you desperately try to bring yourself to an orgasm.

he wants to help. he really does.

but would you let him? he just caught you masturbating because he was lucky that you left the door to your bedroom open.

but god-- this turns him on so much...

watching the way you moan and how your face shows your pleasure with your slick running down from your finger to your wrist.

he has to bite his lip to not let an groan when he watches the sight in front of him, his sharp teeth sinking into his soft lips.

so after that incident where he silently watched you masturbate, he could not get that imagine out of his head since.

seeing you like that bloomed multiple fantasias in his head like he was a teenager that just discovered porn.

i mean dont even get him started on your pussy--

its so pretty. he just wishes he could slide his cock up and down your folds and watch you whine for him to put it it.

he wishes you would invite him to help you out instead of using those fingers of yours that he doubts could reach anything.

fuck. sometimes he wishes he could just barge into your room while your sleeping and rip your panties apart and then let his tongue ruin you.

he wishes you would ride his cock, let him be inside you. you would look so pretty bouncing on his dick.

he wants to cum in you so bad

he wants to make you a mommy. god-- the things he would do for you to have his kids.

he would never really admit it but he wants you to bounce on his dick till his seeing stars and calling out your name in desperate.

''huff-- huff-- y-y/n...god- ah- fuck-''

he would grab your hips to try and control the movement of your hips, because no- he does not want to cum yet. he doesnt want this moment to end yet. not yet, not ever.

''f-fucking-- ahah- hell...s-slow down, love.''

but despite him not wanting the moment to end anytime soon, he cant really stop you, because you feel so good. squeezing him so nicely that his cock twitches inside your pussy.

and even after he cums and fills you up all the way, he'll still refuse to pull out. he wants to stay connected to you. he wants to stay inside you.

and that would lead to him overstimulating both of you and leading to him cumming inside you once again, while he growls in your ear.

when he does eventually pull out though, he would pant heavily and have you trapped in his arms in a warm and tight hug.

but once he does recover, he would waste no time in flipping you over so you laid on your stomach.

he would have a firm grip on your hips as he dragged you closer to him by gripping them.

''my turn, cariño''

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miguel being absolutely pussy drunk off of you, unable to move himself from between your legs 🍓

"m-miggy," you weakly protest, your hands fisting his hair as you try to push his head away from your abused cunt. your thighs are trying to close around his head, desperately trying to fight the never-ending pleasure miguel seems set on giving you. "no more, n-no more!"

miguel looks absolutely wrecked between your legs. his hair is a mess from your hands constantly running through it, plus the few strands stuck to his sweaty forehead. those red eyes are glaring at you, but you can barely even see the red, his pupils blown wide. and the entire bottom of his face is covered in your sticky slick making his pretty face glisten as his mouth sucks, licks, and kisses all over the mess between your thighs.

"nononono, baby, cariño, corazón, princesa," he chided, removing his mouth from your messy slit to talk to you. "stop closing these legs, 'm not done." it was so easy for him to spread your legs again, his hands forcing them apart.

he groans when his eyes flick down to the mess, seeing how you were still leaking so much for him, how swollen and pretty your pussy looked. "mierda...so fucking cute," he growls, his thick tongue licking a stripe up your slit. another debauched groan leaves him, your taste addicting.

"m-miggy, i can't cum anymore," you sobbed, still trying to run away from his mouth. the sheets under you were sopping wet from how much slick was leaking out of you, paired with the amount of drool dripping from miguel's mouth.

"you can come again, you only came twice, baby," he murmured between kisses to your clit, licking his lips to taste you. "give me more. por favor, cariño? give me more, i wanna taste you, wanna feel this needy little cunt cream on my tongue."

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Thomas Shelby - Masterlist

Updated 24/07/2023

COMING SOON

AUCTIONED 

Summary: Imagine selling yourself and your virginity to Thomas Shelby. You move into Arrow House to become his property for one year and no one knows, not even his wife Lizzie. 

Warning: Smut with a lack of plot

ONGOING

FORBIDDEN DESIRE 

Summary: After traumatising events, you move to Birmingham and take up work with Shelby Company Limited. You fall for Thomas Shelby without knowing that you already share a bond. 

Warning: Incest; Taboo Relationship; PTSD; SMUT

Parts: Preview; One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight; Nine

THE TRAINEE 

Summary: You are a prostitute and move into Arrow House. You will be Tommy’s toy and learn submitting to him. 

Warning: Smut with a lack of plot

Parts: One; Two; Three

BUSINESS AS USUAL

Summary: You were forced to marry Thomas Shelby. Will hate turn into love?

Warning: Smut, Arranged Marriage

Parts: One; Two; Three

UNDER HIS EYE (updated monthly)

Summary: This plays in an AU, dystopian future. It is a mash up between Peaky Blinders and the Handmaid’s Tale where Thomas (a commander) falls in love with his handmaid. 

Parts:  1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9 ; 10

OTHER ONGOING SERIESES:

THE GOOD GIRL - 1; 2; 3; 4 (smut, no plot, loss of virginity)

THE KINKY MAID - 1; 2 (smut, no plot)

ME & THE DEVIL - 1; 2 ; 3; 4 (Mosley x Tommy x Reader)

ON HOLD

THE PASTOR’S DAUGHTER - 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10

THE AFFAIR - 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7

THE POLICEMAN’S DAUGHTER - 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7

SAVING THE DEVIL

SAVING EACH OTHER

COMPLETED

INNOCENT

TELL ME LIES - 1; 2

THE ARRANGEMENT - 1 ; 2; 3

MY BROTHER’S FRIEND - One; Two; Three ; Four; Five

THE CONCUBINE - One; Two, Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight; Nine; Ten

DISCONTINUED

FOREIGNER  - Part One; Part Two; Part Three

THE PAST IS YESTERDAY - Part One; Part Two

SPANKED (Modern!Tommy) - 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6

ONE SHOTS (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Thomas Shelby’s Property

Playtime

Job Interview

Abducted

Paying the Debts

The Business Deal

On Your Knees

Maid with Benefits

Misbehaved

Misbehaving Again

Everyone’s a Whore

Gypsy Bride

NSFW Alphabet

Bound for More

The Secretary

Consummation

Watch Me

Neighbours

The Trainee

Failure to Focus

Roleplay

The Handmaid

The Maid

The Gamble

A Political Threesome

Time to Repent

Breed Me

New Employment

Helping Out

The Handmaid’s Gift

The Employee - Part 1 (Discontinued)

Jack, Tommy & You

Party for Three

The Unusual Client

Time to train you

Possessive 

Pool Party

Wet

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Cillian Murphy - Characters

Masterlist for his characters (other than Thomas Shelby)

JONATHAN CRANE:

ONGOING (continuing in 2022):

The Arkham Patient - One; Two, Three, Four; Five; Six

ONE SHOTS:

Unexpected Treatment 

EMMET - A QUIET PLACE 2:

ONGOING (continuing in 2022):

THE ISLAND - One, Two, Three; Four; Five 

COMPLETED:

INTO SILENCE - One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six, Seven, Final

NEW WORLD - One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

ONE SHOTS (REQUESTS OPEN)

SAVED & DESIRED

YOU BELONG TO ME

STAYING QUIET

CHRIS - FREE FIRE:

ONE SHOTS (REQUESTS CLOSED):

The Deal

Dirty Date Night

The Necklace

Sidekick - Part One

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Pool Party (One Shot)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: SMUT with a lack of plot, huge age gap

Words: 3,656

Notes: In this fic, Ruby is 19 years old. Tommy is in his mid-forties and married to Lizzie which, of course, does not prevent him from having some fun here and there.

It was a sunny afternoon and, just like most weekends these days, you spent the day with your best friend Ruby Shelby.

Unlike you, Ruby was rather wealthy after becoming involved in her father’s company, Shelby Company Limited, and, even though she was working only on the legitimate side of the business, everyone in the Birmingham area knew that Shelby Company Limited had, in the past, been funded through drug money and pay-offs.

In the past, these pay offs and drug deals were facilitated by the Peaky Blinders, a gang involved in organised crime and run by no other than Thomas Shelby, being Ruby’s father himself.

Keep reading

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referring to this post -- WAIT I JUST REALIZED YOU WANTED HIM TO EAT not just be soft and cute.

well in that case:

cw: smut (18+), rough-er oral???, edging, mig eats omg he EATS (you might even say he ate hehe), AHH MIGUEL

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you're barely able to hold yourself up with how lust-drunk you are, with how exhausted miguel has made you. your legs ache and knees shake as you struggle to prop yourself up for him.

your face is smooshed into a pillow and your hands grip the sheets under you as you lay there face down ass up in front of him.

he's been teasing you for an hour, bring you to the brink of pleasure before slowing down to an impossible pace and leaving you high and wet.

he's been licking, sucking, and moaning against you like a man starved, holding your legs together as he eats you from behind. as soon as he hears you soft groans turn into whimpers and then to full fledge cries, he slows down and pulls away, keeping you right where he wants you. where you've been for the last hour.

you can feel his warm breath brush against your sensitive cunt as he brings you down once again. you're so desperate, the feeling alone is nearly enough stimulation to build up your orgasm again.

"so close, mi vida...i almost let you that time."

"mig, please!"

"shh...you're doing so good for me, cariño, just let me do it a few more times, hm?" he doesn't let you respond, tongue already back to licking over you, from your clit to your hole.

your back arches as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy apart. the cool air of the room makes you so sensitive and you can't help but flutter around nothingness. his tongue pushes into your cunt without pretense and you nearly topple over the edge from the feeling of him filling you.

"ahh...babe--!"

his hands grab at your ass and he buries his face closer to you, forcing your hips to rock into his thrusting warm tongue as he slurps at your dripping hole. your eyes roll and you're drooling all over your pillowcase as his tongue presses against the euphoric spot inside of you. you can't hold on any longer.

miguel groans when he feels your pussy flutter around his tongue before clenching harshly. you gush against his mouth when you cum, your body trembling under his touch. his hands grip your thighs as you attempt to get away from his insatiable tongue. he's probably leaving fingerprints that you'll see tomorrow.

he continues to lick and suck at your cunt, cleaning you up with enthusiasm, even as you whine from overstimulation.

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A new chance - Emmett (Cillian Murphy in movie AQP2) master list

Moodboard by incredible @zablife

🪴 Requested by anon + a similar idea I already had in mind. (Mini series)

Summary: After being hurt, Emmett returns to camp in poor condition. A doctor found a way to combine ancient medicine with modern knowledge.

Both have lost their love ones, both have been so lonely, but soon they’ll find out they have more in common than they ever imagined. Will they take this chance?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Epilogue

(Complete)

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A Sense of Safety

Pairing: Emmett x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Mentions of a knife, mentions of a gun/gun shot, mentions of blood, multiple mentions of death, brief mention of being strangled

Summary: Living in the events of A Quiet Place, you find shelter from a man surviving on his own

A/n: This is part one of a two parter I have planned. I may be like 2 years late to the Emmett simp train, but I recently watched both A Quiet Place movies and immediately fell in love with Emmett. Plus, who doesn't like Cillian Murphy?

Part 2 for anyone interested!

It had been over a year, over a year of living in absolute silence. Ever since those things came to earth, nothing was the same. So many people you knew and loved died on that day, leaving only you and your brother to survive in this new world. 

Your brother died, at least half a year later, protecting you, screaming his lungs out to get the attention of that creature. In the blink of an eye, you had lost everything. You were now alone in this hell you used to call home, left to do whatever it took to survive. 

You did things you weren’t proud of, things you never would have seen yourself even thinking about before that day. But, your new normal meant you would literally kill to stay alive at least one more day. It wasn’t just you, many of the survivors you came across were the same way. Most of the time, only one survivor was left standing by the end of the interaction. 

This exact thought rushed through your head as you ran as fast as you could. You were being chased by someone you had met a few hours prior. Will, you recalled his name being Will. At first, he seemed like he just wanted a friend for the first time since this all started. You still kept your guard up, knowing good people were few and far between these days.

You woke up as he was hovered over you, his hands wrapped tightly around your neck. Using the handle of your knife, you struck him in the head. Giving you just enough time to grab your pack and make a run for it. 

As you ran, you noticed a fence with a large hole in it. This was your chance to hide. You crouched through the fence, unaware of the wire right in front of you. Your eyes widened as you stepped into it, hearing the loud clanking of glass bottles on both sides of you. 

An ear splitting screech rang through your ears. The screech that haunted your every waking moment and your dreams. Without a second thought, you ran as fast as your legs could carry you. Weaving between abandoned train cars and piles of scrap metal. 

You didn’t even realize that Will had crawled through the fence behind you until you heard a gun shot. Followed soon after by his screams of agony. The creature had gotten him, but you didn’t stop to take a look. Seeing an opening in the large concrete building in front of you, you made your escape plan. 

As you slid through the opening, you looked for anywhere to hide. Suddenly a hand pressed over your mouth, causing your body to tense. You looked to your left, seeing a man with his mouth covered by a mask of fabric. He put a finger to his lips, telling you to stay quiet. You nodded, your eyes still wide with fear.

The man grabbed your arm and pulled you towards a large open pipe in the ground. He picked you up and practically threw you down the pipe, jumping in behind you. You landed on a pile of broken sand bags with a quiet thud, getting out of the way just in time for the man to land on them as well. 

He covered your mouth again, looking up at the ceiling to listen for the creature. A screech could be heard in the distance, hopefully not close enough to come down that pipe. You held onto his arm for dear life, praying to whatever god was out there that the creature wouldn’t find you. 

When the coast was clear, your mouth was uncovered and you took a second to calm your breathing. That’s when you noticed the pain coming from your shoulder. You looked at your right shoulder, seeing the growing blood stain in your flannel. 

You were shot, it must have happened when you heard the gun shot before Will was attacked. You must not have even felt it with the adrenaline coursing through your veins. The adrenaline was wearing off, and now you could feel it. 

“Just now noticing that, are we?” The man in front of you whispered, pulling his mask down. 

You looked up at the ceiling, thinking the creature would surely hear him. 

“3 feet of concrete, they won’t hear us if we whisper.” His voice was quiet and raspy.

“Shit, didn’t even feel when it happened.” You kept your voice as hushed as possible, wincing at the burning pain in your arm. 

The man motioned for you to sit down in the chair behind you, which you obliged almost immediately. You watched as he grabbed a bottle of vodka, a long piece of cloth, a needle and thread from an almost empty first aid kit, and a pair of pliers from around the room.

You took off your flannel as he looked at you, revealing the wound on your shoulder. The bullet had gone through and through, which would make this process a lot easier for both of you. He carefully pulled up a chair and sat in front of you. 

“I’m Emmett by the way. Figured we should probably introduce ourselves before I hurt you even more with this vodka.” Emmett whispered, holding up the vodka bottle in his hand. 

“Y/n.” You mumbled in a hesitant manner, avoiding eye contact. 

You had your guard up yet again, not wanting a repeat of what had just happened with Will. However, your gut told you that Emmett seemed different. He seemed genuine and kind, but closed off just like you. He seemed like one those good people who were few and far between. Why else would he be helping you like this? 

Emmett held your flannel to your mouth, silently telling you to bite down. As you bit down on the fabric, Emmett opened the bottle in his hand. He slowly poured it over both of your wounds, giving you an apologetic look as you flinched and tried to keep in your cries of pain.

You noticed how gentle he was with you as he stitched the wounds closed. His hands strong yet careful as he wrapped your shoulder with the cloth to act as a bandage. He even looked concerned when he noticed the marks bruised into your neck from Will. 

“Did that guy do this?” Emmett asked, already knowing the answer to his own question.

You didn’t answer him, closing yourself off even more. Instead, you got up and started putting your flannel back on. You were just about to grab your bag when Emmett’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“Thank you for helping me, Emmett. Truly. But I should get going. It will be morning soon and I need to find a place to set up camp.” You said, finally looking Emmett in the eyes. 

His eyes were as blue as the sea during a storm. The gray mixing with the blue in such a beautiful manner. You looked to his beard and hair, brown intertwined with some gray here and there. His face looked tired and worn, but who’s didn’t these days? This man was attractive to say the least.

“Y/n, you were just shot. You can stay here for a couple days, until your shoulder starts feeling better.” Emmett looked almost shy as he said this. 

You could sense how closed off he was, his expression barely changing every time he talked. The drawings of 2 young boys you saw as you scanned the room told you he must have been through major loss. It was something you were all too familiar with. 

You nodded as Emmett let go of your wrist, letting him take your pack and set it back down. You walked over to the desk in the room, your fingers grazing over the drawing before you. You looked above it, seeing the drawing of a similar looking boy you had noticed prior. 

“These boys, are they your sons?” You asked quietly, glancing at Emmett who was watching your movements. 

“They were my sons, yeah. I lost them shortly after that day. Their mother passed not long after from illness.” Emmett opened up ever so slightly, just enough to tell you how much loss he suffered. 

You walked over to your bag, pulling out a picture of you and your brother taken just before that day. It was the only picture you had left of any family, the pictures of your parents lost in the ruins of your family home. 

“My brother passed protecting me from one of those things outside. He was my everything after our parents were killed that day.” You opened up as well, wanting Emmett to know that you understood how he felt. Making sure he knew he wasn’t alone. You saw Emmett’s eyes become softer, his expression changing to that of sorrow and, in a way, relief.

As you looked at the picture of you and your brother, the memories from the day he passed played through your mind. You would never be able to get the sound of his screams out of your head. You watched as the creature tore him apart, you couldn’t even cry out to him because it would alert the creature of your presence. 

You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes when you realized you had spaced. Emmett noticed the tears but didn’t say anything as he handed you a cup of water. He knew the pain you went, and were still going, through. 

As the 2 of you made small conversation for the rest of the night, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling in your gut. Not the bad type of strange, no, this was a good type of strange. You felt a sense of safety in the presence of Emmett, this man you had just met. It was different than the on edge feeling you had with Will when you met him. This was something you hadn’t felt since your brother was killed.

Unknown to you, Emmett felt the same way. This woman that he had just met, gave him a sense of comfort. Comfort he himself hadn’t felt since his wife passed. It was almost strange to him. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. But he knew he kind of liked it, and maybe, just maybe, he wanted you to stay. 

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Did a watch Broken just because of this edit of Cillian?, yes. Did I finish watching it and come directly to tumblr to see if there's any story of that character?, yes. Are there any?, no. But I'm going to make one?, yes.

New stuff is coming on this blog, stay tuned!. My Cillian Murphy obsesion is growing every minute.

Credit to the Edit: pleadinglove on ig

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Good girl, stay quiet for me (Emmett x reader) Part 2 to A second chance

Masterlist

Part 1 (A second chance)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is 22 and Emmett is late 30s), masturbation, voyeurism, angst, fluff, praise kink, very very slight degradation kink

a/n: y’all i am so apologetic if this smut is unreadable, i don’t think i’ve ever written smut before, so forgive me if it’s too horrific lol 

Anyway here’s part 2 of this 2-part series, enjoy!

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Shaking the memories off, you stared as Emmett was drawing one of his sons again - over the last few weeks with each other, you had opened up more about your past lives. One particular night though, you had been sharing a memory with Emmett as he listened intently, holding your body in his arms as he sometimes did now. You had been crying at whatever painful memory you were sharing when you felt his hand come to the side of your face, tilting it up and placing his lips upon yours. You hadn’t pulled away - you’d be lying to yourself if you had said you didn’t like how it felt, even though you knew the age gap between you both was morally wrong. His lips were slightly chapped as were yours - but there was a tenderness to how he handled you - your lips both matching a rhythm, it felt right. But just as things were heating up, he had pulled away, looking at anything but you - it broke your heart, was he playing with you? You wanted to cuss him out, and ask what was wrong but feared causing too much noise, so just let him go. 

You just found yourself watching his back as he turned, collected his stuff and headed out of the hole you were in. What the fuck was that? How could he do something like that and then run with no explanation? You spent the rest of your night curled up on Emmett’s bed quietly crying to yourself, feeling so dejected as you realised you had slowly been developing feelings for the man you now shared your life with - how were you supposed to face him when he inevitably came back? Would he ask you to leave - realising he made a mistake? 

Emmett had walked off, deciding to take watch up on the top floors of the building you now knew as home. He sat, hunting rifle at his side, staring out the shattered windows at the surrounding overgrown weeds. He wanted to scream at himself for what he’d let happen - it was selfish of him. He knew where you had come from and he wanted to protect you - what if you thought he was just as bad as the men before him? He’d been discreetly fawning over you the past few weeks and he knew exactly when he found himself thinking about you in the way that he was. 

It was a couple of weeks into your stay with Emmett and he had gone on a small run for a few necessities - you had begged to go with him, but he had refused, and there was no way you could’ve convinced him. Instead of worrying about Emmett, you decided you could distract yourself - still keeping him in your thoughts. You had laid on his bed - which you now both shared and found yourself taking in his scent, relishing in it as you so often wished you could do. The day you met him you knew he was attractive, and the attraction to him had only grown since. You had countless restless nights, trying not to wake Emmett from his sleep as you’d feel a pool of wetness developing between your legs, aching for Emmett who lay peacefully next to you. On this particular day though, you allowed yourself to indulge in the fantasies you had been having of Emmett while no one was around.

Gently running your hand under your shirt and up to your chest, you placed your thumb and forefinger on your nipple - rolling it with tender pressure - letting a soft breath out at the thought of Emmett. You dreamed of how Emmett’s lips would feel on your breast - the sensitive buds being graced by the desperate sucking of his mouth. Not being able to tease yourself anymore, you moved your hand from your breasts to your neck, keeping a steady grip - only if it was Emmett’s hand - you felt feral, losing all sense of logic at the thought of the calloused caresses Emmett’s hands could provide. With your other hand, you trailed it down your stomach, reaching the band of your underwear, letting a soft whine out. Pushing beneath the band of your underwear, you glided your forefinger over your clit - your whole body was so sensitive - it had been so long since you’d been able to feel pleasure. Rubbing your clit in gentle circles, your mind was still focused on Emmett and how he’d feel between your legs. Trying to keep as quiet as you could - only letting the softest of moans escape your lips, you sped up, feeling as the heat in your abdomen intensified. Removing your fingers from your clit, you inserted them inside yourself, feeling the way your walls throbbed with a dire need to be filled by Emmett. As you effortlessly pumped in and out of yourself, hearing the way your pussy would squelch as your fingers continuously worked it - you could hear it echoing within the small room you were in and a part of you wished Emmett had been here to witness it. With a few more pumps of your fingers, you felt the coil in your abdomen tightening up and with one more push, and a quiet moan of Emmett’s name, you felt the coil snap as your orgasm rolled over your body, causing your thighs to tremble as you whimpered at the loss of your fingers, still not feeling like you had been full enough, to begin with. Letting out a final quiet breathy moan, you rolled onto your side and made quick action at cleaning yourself, and bringing your heart rate down to normal before Emmett would be back. However, unknown to you, Emmett had heard your breathy moans as he was about to slide back into the pipe. Instead, he had found himself growing hard in his trousers - trying to keep himself at bay, feeling like he had intruded upon you, but he was entranced by your sinful sounds and couldn’t move. The moment he had heard your quiet moaning of his name, however, he had lost all control and found himself pulling his cock - leaking with precum - out of his trousers. With a few pumps with his hand, he quickly finished, managing to keep his grunting to himself - avoiding alerting anything potentially around them. With a final pump, hearing as you started to move about with quiet, fastened breaths he had cum onto the floor beneath him, keeping his breathing steady as he put himself back in his trousers. Deciding an appropriate amount of time before he went back down, he realised how much of an issue this was about to become. 

It had been a few hours now since Emmett had left to watch over the abandoned train station you were kept up in, and minute by minute it dawned on him just how much of an asshole he was. You had kissed him back - you clearly felt something for him, and he had just stood and left you without looking back once. He was hardly acting like an adult right now, and he needed to check up on you - he cared for you, a lot. 

Treading cautiously back to you, he found your body curled up in the bed you now shared - you were lying on his side with the blanket pulled right up to your chin. As he walked forward, he saw the dried tears you had quietly cried as he had left you temporarily, and his heart broke. How could he hurt you like this? You didn’t deserve to feel such pain, and he was damned if he was about to let you go any longer not hearing from him.

Feeling as the bed dipped and someone started gently stroking your hair, you stirred from the nap you were having and opened your eyes, meeting Emmett’s gaze. He looked guilty, and a part of you was glad, but it also made you feel bad seeing him like this. 

“Can we talk?” his tone was weary, he wasn’t sure how you were feeling and didn’t want to further cross any boundaries. 

Sitting up, you gave a quiet reply, sleep still tangled with your mind, “Of course.”

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve being treated like that and - …and I don’t regret kissing you one bit,” he stared directly into your eyes, a sudden heat spreading throughout your body at the small confession, “but I understand if you don’t want this to happen again - you’re a lot younger, and I don’t want you to feel like you can’t back out if you regret this, I shouldn’t have been so selfish in my desires, so again, I’m sorry.” A sudden feeling of vulnerability overcame Emmett, and he couldn’t bring himself to hold eye contact with you anymore - instead looking at the wall. 

Staring at his form, you decided to ask, “And if I don’t want this to continue, will I have to leave?”, you weren’t serious in your questioning, but you wanted to know.

Snapping his head back to you, his eyes were wide - did you believe he’d let you just go back out alone? “No of course not y/n. You’re staying here with me, and that’s final. I’m not letting you out of my sight ever, as long as I can see you, I know you’re as safe as you can be, and I couldn’t give that up.”

You raised your hand, placing it on his cheek, feeling as he leaned into your touch, “Well it’s okay because I don’t think I’d ever want to leave you, Emmett.” Emmett’s eyes filtered back up to your own as you continued, “I care about you a lot Emmett, this is the first time since…since Dad that I’ve felt genuinely safe, and I couldn’t think of anything more painful than not continuing whatever this is with you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, and any worries that were once present had now dissipated into thin air - it was just the both of you now. His lips were back on yours again, and this time they were more fervent than before. Letting out a quiet moan of shock, you reciprocated quickly, moving your own lips to join in a passionate kiss. Callous hands pawed at the sides of your waist - he couldn’t hide his desperation as he gently bit down on your lip, causing you to let out a soft gasp, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth - both fighting for dominance, until you inevitably lost and you felt his grip tighten. Pulling back for air, both of you lay your foreheads against each other. 

“Are you sure you want this?” Emmett wanted you - it was clear as his cock had started to harden in his trousers. 

Without another word, you pulled him back into a kiss, slowly rubbing at his cock through his trousers - you had been dreaming of this for weeks, desperate to be filled by him. Feeling a growing wetness pool in your pants, you pulled your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss and feeling Emmett’s eyes hungrily staring at your exposed body. Pushing you back onto the bed, Emmet laid above your body. Bending close to your ear he whispered, “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me yeah? Can you do that for me darlin’?” Your pussy clenched at his words, you didn’t think his voice could have that much of an effect on you, but you were glad to have been proven wrong. Moving back to your lips, he moved to your neck, trailing small love bites down to your chest, making you let out quiet breaths - staying careful to not make too much sound. Bringing one of his hands to your breast, he massaged it gently as his mouth came down to suck on your unattended nipple. Biting down on your lip, you started to feel yourself grow desperate to feel him inside of you - you couldn’t handle any more foreplay, you needed him.

“mmm please” you quietly moaned out, cautious not to break your one rule.

“What was that darlin’? Use your words like a good girl.” his hand had dipped beneath the waistband of your trousers and into your pants as he lazily circled your clit, drawing out the smallest of whines from you. His cock was straining painfully against his jeans, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could deal with it. 

“Please I need you in me, I can’t wait anymore, please” He couldn’t deny your pleas - you sounded so desperate and pretty.

Pulling your trousers off in a singular swift motion, he placed gentle kisses on the insides of your thighs, teasing you before he pulled your underwear off and flung them onto the floor. Sitting back up, Emmett admired your naked body beneath him as he sat fully clothed still - you were beautiful, how had he got so lucky to have you? Before you could whine anymore, Emmett ripped his own clothes off, pressing his lips to yours to silence you.

Gently lining his cock up with your pussy, he gently pushed his way in - noticing the way your face contorted in pain.

“I’m sorry darlin’, you tell me to stop if it’s too much. You’re such a good girl taking me so far though, such a good slut for me.” his gentle degradation and care for your wellbeing had your pussy clenching around him already as you were suppressing desperate moans. 

“no it’s okay, keep going, feels good, just hurts a little - I can take it” You looked up and him wide-eyed and it took everything in him not to slam into your tight pussy and have you panting for air.

Pushing himself further, he whispered gentle praises into your ear until he was buried inside of you. Stilling himself, he checked if you were okay, and the moment you reassured him, he was pulling back out, before he’d push back into you with military-grade-like precision. Trying to suppress his own grunts, he placed a hand over your mouth to suppress the lewd sounds that came from your mouth. 

“You’re being such a good girl for me, taking me so well, fuck.” continuing to pump into you, Emmett could feel the tension in his abdomen starting to tighten as the lewd squelching of your pussy echoed in the small room.

“I don’t know how much longer I can go darlin’ you feel too good”

“s’okay, can I touch myself please, I need it” Your desperation and asking for permission almost pushed him over the edge. With a nod of his head, Emmett admired as you placed one hand between the both of you and started circling your clit as he continued to penetrate your pussy. Unable to control the subtle whimpers, you could feel your orgasm building in your stomach - circling your clit faster as Emmett placed his lips back onto yours.

With a final pump, your orgasm overwhelmed your body and your thighs shook against Emmett as he let you ride your orgasm out on him - you felt cock-drunk cumming over his cock as he praised you through your orgasm. As your walls continued to spasm, Emmett pulled himself out of you, hearing your quiet whimper of displeasure at the loss of fullness, and he continued to pump himself until he came on your stomach with a quiet grunt that had your pussy clenching around nothing. 

Getting ready to clean yourself up, Emmett pushed your body back down and without saying a word went to get a cloth that he soaked in water and came back to clean you from his cum.

Smiling up at him, you stared as he came back to lay next to you, still not sharing any words, just being pulled into his chest, and basking in each other’s comfort, not needing to talk just yet.

Letting out a breath, Emmett tilted his face to look into your eyes, “I hope that was good enough to make up for earlier”. 

“Yeah, it was. Better than good, thank you.” Nuzzling into his chest, you could feel your eyes growing heavy, feeling safe in Emmett’s arms. 

“Go to sleep pretty girl, you deserve it.” Giving your forehead a peck, Emmett pulled the both of you down further into the bed, watching as you closed your eyes until your breathing evened out. Smiling at your relaxed, sleeping state, he whispered an “I love you” into your hair - his confession falling on deaf ears, feeling himself relaxing enough to fall asleep intertwined with your sleeping figure.

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A second chance (Emmett x reader)

Masterlist

Part 2 (Good girl, stay quiet for me)

word count: 2.7k 

warnings: 18+ age gap (reader is 22 and Emmett is late 30s), eventual smut in part 2, angst, cult like stuff, allusion/mentioning of sexual assault, death, etc. 

a/n: I watched ‘A Quiet Place II’ recently and I’m feral for Emmett y’all, they knew what they were doing when they casted Cillian Murphy. John Krasinski doing God’s work.

Seeing as I feel like I have an issue of rambling to fit description in, I’m making this 2 parts instead of like a 6k one-shot - don’t hate me lol

Enjoy my loves

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You’d come across Emmett a few weeks ago now - you think. There was no real way to tell time anymore; the clock on your watch still ticked, but you’d lost count of the days long ago now.

You were on the run when you had come across Emmett’s safe place - you had been with a group - only for about 2 weeks - before you realised you needed an out, and you needed one quick; it was a shame because they’d managed to find a fairly soundproof bunker - you thought you were safe. With that, you spent the next few nights sneaking about different storage rooms and searching duffle bags, until you had enough gear to survive and run someplace else. It had been a week in this new group when you started to hear quiet whispers between its people - you couldn’t quite make out what they had been saying, but the looks you’d receive from people were enough to tell you whatever was being shared included you. One night, you had needed to go to the makeshift bathroom during the night - it was risky, but you couldn’t wait. On your way you could hear quiet murmurings among 2 people - it was the guy who had found you - Alec you think his name was and their leader if you’d call him that - James.

“We need to initiate her soon James, it’s almost been a week - you told me to go find a girl, bring her back, and we’d initiate her.” your heart paused, and there was a dull ringing in your ears - what the fuck were they talking about?

“You better keep that mouth shut of yours, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that”, James’ voice had venom seeping through each word he enunciated - he had spoken so gently to you on your arrival, something was off, and you felt your gut twisting with anxiety.

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to disrespect you.” you could hear the tremble in Alec’s voice - he was scared, and it didn’t comfort you one bit.

“Look, we need another week, and then will proceed with the initiation…we must follow the guidelines of the holy one Alec - she’s young and will be ready to take you when we are given guidance for you to do so. This cannot be rushed Alec boy, do you understand?” You had no clue what James was talking about, but it wasn’t hard to piece things together you were in the middle of some sort of religious cult, and you were chosen for some sick ‘initiation’ that you weren’t going to allow yourself to be apart of even if it meant you had to die.

“Yes Sir.” Alec had replied meekly.

Scuttling back to your bed, careful to make no sound as you heard the two men shuffling about, you ignored the need to empty your bladder and squeezed your eyes shut hoping no one had seen you.

Since that night you had noticed people were becoming more handsy with you, acting like they had a familial connection with you. Over the next week, you’d listen into conversations when you could, trying to figure out when the ‘initiation’ was. When you heard it was going to be at the end of the week, you had to make a guess as they had a single calendar in James’ office that you couldn’t enter. From the night you heard this, you had decided upon leaving the next coming night just to be safe - you had collected enough belongings and hid them outside in a bush one night when everyone was sleeping.  

It was the night, and you were trying your best to not appear jittery, but the reality was you were scared - you knew the moment these aliens or whatever the fuck they were invaded that the most primitive sides of people were going to be revealed - it was the sad reality of human nature. Going through the day with no issue, you were eventually sat eating some soup like everyone else in silence as usual - you had tried making conversation the day you got here and was immediately reprimanded - that should’ve been your first warning sign.

With the sun set and everyone in their makeshift beds, you lay upon your own, waiting to hear the quiet snores and breaths of everyone around you. You were probably waiting for around 2 hours before you decided you were safe. Since surviving by for as long as you had, you’d become an expert at sneaking around, making no noise. Walking out of the room as you had done on several nights, you came to a set of stairs in the bunker and made your way up them, making no noise. Then came the door - it had been recently sprayed to loosen the hinges for when the men would go on runs, so it was an easy process too. Pushing it open, you were met with a harsh breeze of fresh air. Closing the door behind you, you crept to a bush in the far corner by a densely populated area of trees. Leaning down, you were careful putting the backpack on your shoulders. With a success, you took a hunting rifle you had stolen from the floor, hooked it on your right shoulder and made it through the trees.

Your heart dropped instantly - you were barely 5 minutes in and you found yourself on all fours, having tripped on a wire. The bastards, they’d set them up around the bunker - you felt stupid to have not thought about this, but you needed to pick yourself up and run as a shrill sound started to ring all around you. Suddenly you heard the door of the bunker crash open and there was shouting - they knew it was you, but you didn’t care - you could only think about running, your ears were concentrating on the beating of your heart as adrenaline pumped through your body - you couldn’t hear anything around you. That was until you heard it screech - you were done. Pushing your legs faster you heard as guns were shot - maybe or maybe not successfully killing those things, you didn’t care to turn around and look. Continuing to run as footsteps were slowly gaining on you, you came across a train track and followed it up, noticing several large decrepit buildings - this could be your chance to escape them, and you were taking it.

Noticing a hole in a wire fence, you pushed your way through, not caring enough about the rattling of the metal as you went through. Unknown to you, there was a trap set up, similar to the one outside the bunker, and you yet again found yourself tripping over some wire, causing a clashing of metal bottles to go off. There it was again. The fucking screeches of those creatures. Picking your tired body back up, you made a beeline to the first building you could see. Halfway there though, you heard the metal rattle of the fence, turning you made eye contact with Alec.

“y/n get back here right now damn it! You ungrateful bitch, we were going to give you a good life you know!” he was screaming over the sound of the creatures and gunshots that were much further away - you were convinced they were going to attract every single one of them things in the country to your location.

Another screech sounded to your left, causing both you and Alec to turn. Without wasting any more time, you continued to the building with Alec hot on your heels.

“y/n I’m not -” Before the man could continue with his pathetic sentence, you heard a scream come from his mouth. You couldn’t find it in you to feel guilt, you were almost happy the thing had gotten him - you felt disgusted at the fact you believed he deserved it, but that was just the way of this new world. 

Getting into the building, still hearing Alec’s screams, you were praying it’d be enough for the creature to not follow you. Just as you were about to press your back against the wall, you felt a hand cover your mouth, and an arm trap you against someone’s chest. Fear shot through you again - they’d got you, they’d won in the end, of course they’d have. However, a new unfamiliar voice hit your ears as you squirmed in the foreign pair of arms, “Shush, follow me”.

Calming your movements, but still on guard, you turned to meet the eyes of this man - they looked tired, but there was something about them that suggested safety, you still couldn’t bring yourself to let your guard down though. Watching as he quietly jogged through the building, you decided to follow him as he said to - you didn’t feel like you had much choice - it was either you follow him or you had a worse fate with the other surviving men of the cult, or the creatures.

Darting between metal barrels and concrete slabs, you came up to a drop - watching as the man jumped into the large pipe, you made no hesitation to follow suit. Landing on some broken sandbags, you weren’t given the chance to admire the room as you heard another screech emitted within the building. The man opened what looked like a vault of sorts and waited for you to jump in - it looked cramp, but again what choice did you have right now? Jumping in, the man followed and shut the door. The both of you were sat panting, heart rates accelerated at an unhealthy speed. As you watched the man open his mouth, your eyes immediately went wide - there was no way he was about to compromise the both of you after all of that.

“Don’t worry they can’t hear us down here.” his voice was muffled behind the mask he wore, but you heard.

Instead of replying, you looked straight in front of you at the wall, thinking about the last few events - still trying to catch your breath.

Hearing a beep, your head snapped up - you looked like a deer caught in headlights, and every small sound had you on edge. Watching the man stop it, he went to open the container, but not before you reached for his arm, “What the fuck are you doing?”, you shot him an incredulous look at his actions.

“We’ll be fine now, and if I keep it shut any longer we’re dead - it’s shut airtight in here.”, he continued to open the vault again as your arm came to your side.

Your heartbeat still hadn’t calmed down, and you could feel the palpitations of it as the man exited the container. But nothing happened - he was walking about his room with ease - he looked relaxed. Taking a deep breath, you walked out too, standing still when you made contact with the concrete floor - you were safe.

“We can talk down here too, but only in whispers” You nodded in his direction, almost not catching quite what he had said.

Watching as he sat at a desk covered in drawings, you took the liberty to take the other seat further from him, but still close enough. You couldn’t bring yourself to take your eyes off him, and he must’ve known because he turned around looking you dead in the eye. Taking the mask that covered his features off, you felt yourself stop breathing - he was attractive, as attractive as a man could be considering the conditions everyone was currently in.

“So what was that out there?” he asked nonchalantly, leaning back against the desk, and spreading his legs.

“I was running.” your voice was much quieter than was necessary, almost impossible to hear, and your eyes glossed over - now that you really had the time to think things through, you realised just how dire of a situation you had been in, and how different things could’ve been.

“I see. They ain’t gonna come back here are they?” you couldn’t blame him for putting his own safety first - you were an intruder to him, and he had every right to worry.

“I don’t think so.” you inhaled deeply, musting up the courage you explain the situation, so he’d understand - you were worried he’d make you leave soon. “I think they were some sort of cult…they uh wanted me to uh go through with this initiation thing. I think they were going to do something to me…mentioned about how I was ‘young’ and uh ‘ready to take’ one of the guys.” you were playing with the slightly calloused skin on your hands, fearing his response.

“I’m Emmett.” is all he said…was that a good sign?

“Oh, uh I’m y/n.” you gave him one of those awkward smiles you’d offer to people you’d pass on the street.

You were just sat staring at each other - neither knowing quite how to interact with the other - you were 2 introverts in a room, and you weren’t going to be the first to speak up again.

After a few minutes of intensely holding each other’s gaze, you looked back down at your hands just as he spoke up again, “You been by yourself this whole time then?”, he was trying to understand how you’d gone for as long as you had out there - you didn’t look too old, so you must’ve had people before this group surely.

“uh I was with that group for about 2 weeks I think, then before them I…” your head started buzzing at the memories - what was going on? All you were envisioning was the death of your dad - neither your mum nor brother had even made it out of the house with a fighting chance. You remembered how your dad had stupidly dropped a bullet on the floor, you’d thought you were both okay - it was a silly mistake, and it wasn’t too loud. But you were wrong, so so wrong. You watched as a creature had jumped your dad and ripped him limb from limb as you stood in shock - hearing him scream out in pain between attempting to tell you to run, but all you could do was watch as the thing killed the last remaining person you knew.

Emmett furrowed his brows at your sudden silence, you look dazed. As he placed a cautious hand on your shoulder, he watched as you flinched at his touch - he felt a sudden surge of guilt, giving you a sorry look.

“uh sorry, was just thinking. I was with my dad before the group…he’s gone now.” you looked into his eyes, seeing the empathy he shared with you - he’d lost people too, you could tell. You wondered if that’s who the drawings were of.

“I…” He didn’t really have anything to say - a sorry wouldn’t fix things, wouldn’t make you feel better, so he chose to stay silent instead. He could tell you weren’t a threat to him, and against his better judgement he felt a sense of protectiveness over you now - he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

You think you had been sat there for about 30 minutes before either one of you spoke up again. “You can take my bed by the way, I think you could do with it.” he was right - your whole body had ached, and he somehow had a fairly okay bed down here considering the conditions you were all in. As much as you wanted to be polite and refuse, you found your legs taking control, and before you knew it, you were situated on his bed as he put some materials on the floor, so it was comfortable enough to sleep on.

With you curled up, Emmett started blowing the candles out one by one before laying himself down on the floor. With silence filling the room, you whispered a quiet goodnight to him.

“Goodnight y/n.” he quietly responded back with - it felt strange speaking to someone like this - he’d been alone for a while now. The both of you rapidly fell into the open arms of sleep, feeling secure with each other’s presence - you felt like you were safe here, and you hoped you were right this time.

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miguel eating you out for the first time? i feel like he would be so so gentle ahhh—

content warning. fem!reader. oral (fem receiving) swearing but it’s very light. miguel is such a sweetie pie angel here ♡.

camie’s annotation ! 𓂃 i’ve never written anything smutty before but i had to give this a try, i just had to. i decided to write some cute & sweet lil mini hcs because it seems fitting (with a small surprise at the end *cue awkward laugh!!!!!!!*)

extras. masterlist. want to make a request? please read this. ( if you’ve made a request, please make sure to reblog it. ♡ )

✰ now i agree with this 100%, miguel would be such a gentle sweetie pie about the whole thing. though i will add that he would be shocked—not in a ‘haha you’re such a virgin!’ way, more so in a ‘you’ve never had the pleasure of someone going down you…my angel?!’ kind of way.

✰ speaking of virginity, i feel like he would be really cautious, your first time doing anything sexual with anyone. miguel is a very calculated and methodical person so i definitely see him preparing little things for the act; getting a spare towel ready, a pillow, water bottles, etc… he would definitely crack your window open a little bit / turn on a fan for ventilation because lord knows it can get a bit steamy.

✰ foreplay is important! all the time, but especially for first times. miguel definitely start from your upper stomach down to your lower abdomen, leaving a trail of soft kisses. that would be enough right there, getting you all squirmy and excited—the real action would’ve even start yet and you’d be so flustered already, you wouldn’t be able to handle the teasing. but he would not let you tap out…not just yet.

✰ seeing you all riled up would make him laugh, he thinks it’s so cute. would definitely say something like, “how do you know what’s left if we didn’t even get started yet?”

✰ he’d definitely be a tease. kissing you through your panties and all, you’d definitely be soaked from his mischievous actions. but that’s exactly what he wants, that’s his goal.

✰ did i mention that he would want you to be vocal? that man wants to hear ever moan, groan, whimper, and whine. he wants to hear all those pretty noises, how good he would make you feel. your satisfaction is always his priority.

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀.

“miguel—shit—oh my gosh!”

you’re holding his hand, gripping tightly while his other one holds you down on to the soft pillow beneath you as he works down on you. your pants are somewhere on the other side of the room and god only knows where your panties went.

“mi vida, you taste amazing, y’know that?” he hums from in between your legs causing you to whine out some more. the pleasure is becoming overwhelming at this point—between the sweet sweet praises and compliments he’s constantly showering you with and the way his mouth is moving against you, you might actually explode.

“j-just like that…please don’t stop…”

he hears you loud and clear, his movements throwing you into a loop; his warm lips latching on to your clit, suckling and licking the swollen bundle of nerves as softly as he can. you nearly scream when you feel miguel remove his other hand from your hip, slowly inching his index and middle finger into you at the same time.

“don’t hold back baby, i wanna hear all those pretty noises.”

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Redraw of that super cute picture ‘cause I love my spider boys and I needed their version of it 🕷️