#ciero

[eldritch-hall-asylum]

Sad!Ciero, researching dog breeds for his service dog: that dachshund is adorable! Its' legs are so short!

Bentley, sat on Ciero's lap: it's cute, even with stubby legs?

Bentley, looking directly at Ciero: does that mean I'm cute too?

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #creepypasta fanfic #eldritch hall au #eldritch hall #sad ciero au #ciero windroe #splenderman #splendorman #ciero #incorrect creepypasta quotes #incorrect eldritch hall quotes #source: spy x family #bentley chase windroe #bentley windroe #oc: bentley #bentley chase #bentley

[eldritch-hall-after-dark]

Oh my God, imagine Patrick learns about his sweater fucking Ciero, and begins a tense rivalry between sweater and future star. He’s so ready to burn that thing, but stops when Ciero speaks up saying something like “Don’t burn it. Show it who I belong to.” Patrick makes sure the sweater has a front-row seat as he pounds Ciero’s brains out and marks her up so pretty.

...anon, you don't know what you just inspired. I am kissing you on the mouth rn.

(Also inspired by this song! It's really good, ngl-!)

Contains sexual content. Do not read if under the age of 18, or if that makes you uncomfortable.

"...what?" Patrick asked, raising a brow.

"...you heard me," Ciero squeaked.

He smirked.

"Actually, 'Ro," he teased. "I don't think I did."

He gently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

"Because it sounds like… you dreamed of my favourite sweater fucking your brains out," he scoffed. "But that can't be fucking true, can it? Because look-!"

He held the sweater up, showing it to them.

"...this thing doesn't have a cock. It doesn't have fingers. It can't fuck you."

Patrick rested his head on her shoulder.

"...unlike me."

His hand slid to Ciero's jeans.

Ciero whined, rocking his hips.

"P-please," he whimpered.

Patrick smirked.

"Please, what, mi traido?" Patrick asked, purring.

Ciero whined. 

"Fuck me-!" He begged. "Fuck me good, baby."

He heard Patrick's deep chuckle rumble in his chest.

"Ohohoh," Patrick laughed. "Y'want me to fuck you? And not this piece of fabric?"

Ciero nodded, blushing furiously.

"Pleeease, baby," he whined, grinding his ass against Patrick's hips for good measure.

Patrick groaned, feeling himself get hard.

…fuck.

He slid out from under Ciero, letting her flop back down onto her mattress with a giggle.

He flung the sweater onto the chair.

"Stay right there-!" He pointed at the sweater.

Ciero giggled, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.

"What?" Patrick asked, scoffing. 

"Sweetheart-!"

"That sweater made a cuckold of me, baby," Patrick snorted. "I'm just… showing it who you belong to."

Ciero smiled up at him lovingly, shaking her head.

"Really?" She quirked a brow.

"It's either this, or I burn it." He whispered, growling into her neck. "...and we both know I look too damn fine in that thing to do it."

Ciero chuckled.

"Alright, baby," she cooed. "Show that sweater who's in charge."

Patrick grinned.

"With pleasure, mami," Patrick grinned.

He trapped Ciero under one hand grasping the headboard, while the other clutched the pillow.

"Chito," Patrick hissed, pressing his lips snugly against Ciero's.

Ciero obliged, kissing her boyfriend back. She tugged on his curls.

The two slowly started grinding, feeling each other grow painfully hard in their jeans.

"Mhhh, fuck…" Patrick hissed, dragging himself away from his boyfriend's lips. "God damn, 'Ro, you're so fine."

Ciero chuckled.

"You're not too bad yourself, Pat." 

Patrick undid his belt, sliding his jeans off quickly and discarding them on the floor. He unbuttoned Ciero's shorts and helped her discard them, both of their boxers following suit.

Patrick's lips found themselves back on hers, steadying himself with a hand on the headboard.

His hips rocked lazily against Ciero's, grinding together toet them make the most gorgeous sounds.

The dull thump, thump, thump of the bed was a constant reminder of how badly they needed each other.

Patrick felt his cock ache.

He needed to fuck Ciero.

Badly

And from how flushed Ciero looked, it appeared that he needed the same. 

"You want me to fuck your tight little hole, Princessa?" Patrick teased, holding her knee.

Ciero bit her lip. He nodded.

"Yes, baby-! Need you to make me feel good-!" She whined. "So good…"

Patrick chuckled.

"There's my good boy…" he whispered. "Lube still in the same drawer?"

Ciero nodded, spreading her legs in excitement. Patrick shoved his hand into the drawer, grabbing the familiar bottle. 

He opened it, sliding some of the familiar clear liquid over his cock - and rubbing some over her hole. 

"Good girl," Patrick whispered, seeing how she moved against him.

Ciero blushed.

"So receptive for me, mami," he purred.

Ciero loved how he sounded when he said… anything in Spanish, really…

He squeezed her ass, groping her plump rear.

"Good girl, good girl…" he whispered.

His cock head barely entered her, pressing against her hole. 

She whimpered, legs trembling in anticipation.

Patrick slid in further.

"Ah-!" She yelped.

Patrick froze.

"Baby, you okay?" He asked, eyes wide with concern.

Ciero nodded.

"You're just… really fucking big…" He whimpered.

Patrick chuckled.

"Really, mami?" Patrick purred.

Ciero nodded, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

He smiled down at Ciero.

"I know baby…" He whispered, peppering kisses down Ciero's neck. "...but you've taken me before. We fucking know it fits."

His hips slowly rocked, sliding himself further inside of Ciero's ass.

Ciero whimpered, grabbing Patrick's shoulders tightly. Patrick hissed. He felt her nails dig in.

…but that really only spurred him on further.

He slowly picked up his pace.

In…

Out…

He kissed Ciero's cheek.

In…

Out…

Her lips.

In…

Out…

In, out…

In, out…

In, out, in, out…

"Doing such a good job, taking me like this-!" He moaned.

They'd started a steady rhythm. One that had Ciero's eyes watering with pleasure.

"Ah-! Mhh-! Fuuuck…" Ciero groaned. "Patriiiiick-!" 

Patrick chuckled, kissing her gently.

"Don't worry, baby, it's just me and you…" he growled, slowly sliding inside of her again.

Ciero whined. She wrapped her hand around her cock, jerking herself off.

"Mhm-hhmmm-hmph-!" She whined, rocking her hips against him.

Patrick grasped the headboard tightly. It banged against the wall loudly as his hips pistoned in and out.

"Mhhh, fuck… Fuck, baby-!" Patrick grunted.

She tugged on his curls. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close.

"Patrick-!" She squealed, lips parted beautifully for him. 

"Y'gonna pull my hair out, corazon," Patrick joked. 

Ciero only moaned in response, losing himself to his pleasure.

Patrick smirked, fucking him faster.

"¿Esta la verga es grande?" Patrick groaned, bucking his hips wildly.

Ciero could barely think; all he could do was feel.

Feel Patrick's cock pump in and out.

Feel his body trembling.

Feel his orgasm approaching.

Feel…

"Cum for me, mami-!" Patrick hissed.

Feel…

"A-ah-!" Ciero squealed.

She came loudly, squirting cum all over her abdomen. Her body trembled, thighs gripping tighter around Patrick's waist.

Patrick grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck-! Mhhh-m-hmph-! Baby…"

He groaned, biting his bottom lip.

"'Ro, fuck…"

His hips rocked faster and faster, making him chase his release.

"Who makes you feel this good, mami?"

"You, Patrick-!" Ciero whined.

Patrick nodded, kissing her neck.

"That's fucking right, baby-!" He growled. "Me-! I fuck you this good-! Me-! And not some fucking sweater-!"

He rasped, glaring over at the sweater for good measure.

Ciero whined, throwing her head back into the pillows.

"Good… so good f'me… squeezing me like a fuckin' vice-!" 

His voice cracked a little, squeaking as Ciero's walls clamped around him.

"Fuck…" he whined, feeling his own release creep closer.

His hips sped up.

Faster…

Faster…

Faster…

"Mhhh-m-hmph-!" He groaned. "Fuck, 'Ro… fuuuck-!"

Finally, his hips stilled.

And he came, shooting his load deep inside of Ciero's tight ass.

"Ah-ah-ah-aaahh-!" 

Patrick threw his head back, collapsing on top of Ciero with a gentle thud.

Ciero giggled, struggling under the weight of his boyfriend.

"Pat-!" He squealed, 

"Whaat?" Patrick chuckled, panting.

"Get off of me-! You're too heavy-!"

Patrick rolled onto his side.

"Happy?" He asked, facing Ciero.

Ciero nodded.

"Very."

"Bet you my sweater didn't make you cum like that," he joked, nuzzling into Ciero.

Ciero giggled.

"I still can't believe you got jealous over that."

"Hey, what do you expect, mami?" He teased, rocking his hips again.

Ciero whined.

"You're my boyfriend." His voice was possessive. "And only I get to make you cum like a slut."

Ciero laughed gently.

"You're a dork, Pat-!"

Patrick rolled his eyes, still balls-deep inside of Ciero.

"Yeah, but I'm your dork."

He began to pepper kisses up and down her neck.

"...or do I have to remind you of that?" He teased. "...again?"

Ciero rolled his eyes, wrapping her arms around Patrick's neck. Her lips met his in a gentle kiss.

Patrick started to thrust in and out of her again-!

He started setting a steady rhythm for them-!

When…

The door handle wiggled, and the pair looked up.

Ciero's roommate came home early.

"Hey, Ciero-oooh-! Holy fuck-!"

…shit.

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #eldritch hall after dark #creepypasta fanfic #spice tw #sex tw #un osha compliance #soft yellow hearts #Patrick #ciero #splenderman #splendorman #oc: patrick

[sanriosratz]

Dorothy/Ferris headcanons!

@eldritch-hall-asylum I think the name ‘Ferris’ would be cute! However, I’m not against ‘Dorothy Ferris [Windroe]’… Anyway, I’d love to hear your headcanons, too (yes, this is my new hc fixation lol)

➤ Ferris is a multipurpose service/assistance dog! He is mainly for psychiatric/autism purposes, but does/can alert and respond to fainting/PoTS episodes.

➤ His tasks include, but are not limited to:

↳ ༉‧₊✎ Retrieve dropped items/carry items

: ̗̀✎ alert and respond to fainting episodes

: ̗̀✎ grounding/DPT (Deep Pressure Therapy) during panic/anxiety attacks, meltdowns/overloads/shutdowns and flashbacks

: ̗̀✎ interrupting panic/anxiety attacks, dissociative episodes, flashbacks, and self-harming behaviours (eg. scratching, skin picking, etc.)

: ̗̀✎ crowd control (circle handler to create space)

: ̗̀✎ medication reminders

➤ Ferris helps guide Ciero away from her triggers as well as create a physical barrier between herself and strangers/crowds (tasks: crowd control and laying between Ciero’s legs to create space between her and people behind her).

➤ He can also provide an excuse for Ciero to leave a situation if she’s stressed/uncomfortable/triggered/etc.

➤ Is 10000000% the bestest and smartest and goodest boi!

➤ Ciero might dye his tail, but I’m unsure if that’d work on Ferris’s fur?

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #creepypasta fanfic #eldritch hall au #eldritch hall #ciero #ciero windroe #splendorman #splendor man #splenderman #splender man #eha hc #eldritch-hall-asylum

[spongyspingy-rising]

doodles of Ciero (above) and Emry (below) (ft Alfis)

I love... drawing characters in big puffy sleeves...

Ciero has a role in Iskal saga, technically, but I'm never quite happy with him as a character? I guess there's reasons for that, but I wanna give him more spice... he's too Hinged he needs to go crasy stupid u feel me

#bro why I have only drawn Alfis once #probably bc of his design #kal art #I'm not gonna tag this with anything more because it's just doodles... #character tag: ciero #character tag: emry

[dazzlerazz]

I’m digging through my oldest switch screenshots and videos and the amount of stuff I have where Cicero is glitching out is fucking hilarious

#razz rambles #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls 5 #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #tes #tes 5 #tes 5 skyrim #skyrim #ciero skyrim #skyrim cicero #razz plays skyrim

[maxwelljacobfriedman]

LAX heeling it up at AAW

#aaw #lax #proud and powerful #santana & ortiz #santana #ortiz #rey fenix #lucha brothers #the lucha brothers #pentagon jr #penta el zero miedo #rey fenix is the only person easy to tag #lol at ortiz getting the ciero miedo hand #aew ortiz #aew santana #what a good feud ;__;

[faithinyourfuturelt]

Love that Louis drinks on stage, is proud to be a stoner, skips songs and can't memorize his lyrics. Love that the band sings the songs instead of him, that you can't hear his voice as is it so weak because of his vices. That makes fans who paid for the tickets be dissapointed so they won't go to another concert nor recommend his shows. Love the empty seats, the cancelled tour legs with no proper apology. Faster he loses fans, faster he will be a no one in the industry. A drunken stoner no one.

Hola hater ten un magnífico domingo, por qué ¿que crees?? que yo sí lo estoy teniendo, viendo el magnífico concierto que Louis está dando hoy en Turín. Besitos 💋

#anon #por ciero anon vete al infierno 🤩🤩🤩

[avnisaha]

If you are planning to have Kundan and Polki jewellery in your stuff, then the above points will definitely help you in taking care of them. Look for Imitation Jewellery online at Ciero jewels.

#kundan jewellery #kundanchokers #kundan necklace #jewellery #ciero jewels

[eldritch-hall-asylum]

Ciero, age 11: Wuh-what's the matter?

Patrick, also 11: I think, I, I th-, I think I like you.

Ciero: Well I like you too, Patrick.

Patrick: You do?!

Ciero: Well yeah!

Patrick: You like like me?

Ciero: Sure, I like like you a lot lot. [laughs]

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #creepypasta fanfic #eldritch hall au #eldritch hall #incorrect creepypasta quotes #incorrect eldritch hall quotes #splendorman #splenderman #ciero windroe #ciero #patrick torres #patrick torres moran #oc: patrick #patrick #patrick moran #creepypasta incorrect quotes #source: south park #ciero is... not the brightest #soft yellow hearts #syh

[eldritch-hall-after-dark]

Was shamelessly thinking about Patrick with a vibe. Listen, he would make some of the most adorable faces and sounds as he gets closer and closer to sweet release, and of course Ciero loves teasing him, it’s her favourite thing to do in the bedroom; make the man very simply wait.

Anyway, when Patrick eventually has enough, he’ll drag Ciero into the closest ‘private’ place he can find and pounds her until she can’t think, makes her his dumb little cock-whore.

Oh! And imagine he still has the vibe in and Ciero rewards him by turning the vibe up just as he creeps near his Big O(TM) making it that much more pleasurable for him. And even then, he’s not done. As soon as he gets home or books them into a cheap motel, he is going to fuck Ciero’s dumb little brain out from her skull and go multiple rounds until either he’s done or Ciero taps out.

Under the cut.

Oh my yes.

And when Ciero and Patrick are finally alone, he holds their waist and growls into their ear:

"When I've finished with you, you're gonna be such a pretty little cum dump".

And if they're at a motel, Ciero is trying to keep his noises down, but he just can't.

So while Patrick is pounding his tight little ass, he just snarls into Ciero's ear

"Let those fucking screams out, baby. I want them to know what a whore my wife is for me. I want everyone to know how slutty this gorgeous man is. Moan 'till your lungs give out."

And when he starts fucking rutting into Ciero, he goes until he can't stop. He is not gonna pull out of her.

He soon enters a headspace where he nearly forgets all English, and just curses out in Spanish.

And until he's unable to cum anymore, he isn't stopping.

And Ciero is more than happy with that.

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #eldritch hall after dark #creepypasta fanfic #spice tw #sex tw #un osha compliance #Patrick #oc: patrick #splenderman #splendorman #ciero

[sanriosratz]

Super Sad! Ciero AU

this AU isn't as good as tbstashteb au, but by fuck is it angsty.

@eldritch-hall-asylum I know you're not interested in it, but eh. Do what you want with this.

TW // suicide attempt, mention of self-harm, mention of alcoholism, mention of overdose (on pain meds, not like drug-drugs) mention of disordered eating, mentioned trauma

After Ciero’s initial breakdown and months spent in the psych ward, they were allowed back home and cleared to work again. After a long and serious conversation with her family, she decided that, despite everything, she was working as a social worker again. 

He loves his job, he loves making a difference, and it means the absolute world to him. 

But, despite it being his dream job, every day at work is like hell.

It’s okay, though, because they’re helping people, getting children out of horribly abusive places, and helping parents get back on the right track. It's worth coming home with a fresh black eye; a broken, bloody nose; or a mark on their neck from being choked. 

It’s worth seeing even more dead bodies and being threatened with death.

And just like last time, she hides it with a bright smile and empty promises to tell people when it starts getting bad.

There’s so much stress and significant trauma going on in their life that eating is more of a chore than it ever was—there’d be times when Ciero wouldn’t eat for days because they were just so stressed.

The panic attacks and flashbacks he was experiencing before were minor compared to the ones he was having late at night, paralysed with fear, sobbing hysterically, and unable to breathe when struggling to hide his problems from the others.

It’s not long until she’s getting drunk almost every night, sitting on the cold kitchen floor, giggling drunkenly with legs like jelly and a mind full of stuffing. She doesn’t have to think about what she’s seen or experienced.

Eventually, she was suffocating in feelings of helplessness; she’d feel useless and broken. She was constantly in pain, always tired, always upset, and always hurting inside, and no matter how many people she helped, it never went away.

So, she tried to feel it on the outside. Discreetly, of course, so she didn’t alarm people, so long sleeves and trousers or skirt and tights were her go-to.

—

All of this built up until one fateful day when Ciero decided it was their last. 

They had probably the best day at work ever, which was nice. 

When they came home, they already had a plan devised. It wouldn’t take too long to set up and would be easy to carry out.

And so, once Ciero was sure that everyone was asleep he took his bottle of Codeine, a bottle of vodka, a blade, and a boxcutter into the downstairs bathroom. 

First, he carefully taped his note to the mirror and then opened the bottle of vodka, drinking about half before he took his sharp blade and boxcutter and attacked his arms and thighs with cuts and large gashes. 

He was close to passing out at this point and shakily opened the bottle of Codeine, shaking them into his mouth and swallowing them.

Leaning heavily against the wall, black spots began to overtake their vision at uneven intervals, and they felt their breathing get slower, each inhale leaving them begging for more air. They felt vomit rise from their stomach and were forced forward by a strong heave as vomit fell from their lips and they collapsed, unconscious.

They were found later by Jack G, who had gotten up to get some water from the kitchen and heard a crash in the bathroom. When he noticed the bathroom was locked, he got either Zephyr or Octavian (Octavian more likely) to break down the door, where they would then find Ciero’s bloody and mutilated body on the floor.

An ambulance is quickly called as Ciero is moved from the bathroom to the living room, where they can easily assess them.

They noticed their breathing was slow and laboured, their skin was cold and clammy, and despite how hard they were shaken or how loud they said their name, they didn’t respond.

—

When Ciero would later wake up in the hospital, she would be surrounded by worried family. But, most importantly, standing at the foot of the hospital bed was Patrick, who simply stared at her with a loving, yet cold gaze, and said what everyone in the room knew and wanted to say themselves. 

“You’re going to quit social work. It’s done nothing but almost kill you, quit the job.”

There could be a possible visit to the psych ward again, but I don’t know. 

Additional tidbits

In this AU Ferris would appear much later, like after the attempt instead of after the breakdown

Elspeth would definitely worry the most out of the entire family, based on the fact that she lost her twin to suicide and didn’t notice any warning signs for either (Elliot or Ciero)

^ If Ciero had succeeded, she would have most definitely blamed herself.

Because Ciero survives his attempt, there’d definitely be daily check-ins from all of his family members so that they can help when things get bad.

Would probably be diagnosed with BPD a little while after the attempt.

#tw suicide attempt #tw suicide #tw self harm #tw self harm mention #tw alcohol #tw alcohol mention #tw eating disorder #tw disordered eating #tw trauma #super sad ciero au

[cierojewels]

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[spongyspingy-rising]

more Iskal content, now with bonus Ciero!

they were friends as kids, Iskal was a lot more timid when he was younger before he kind of toughened himself up through. sheer force of will and discipline.

Valha made him forget Ciero for a long time, (among other things,,) and even with his memories back, things are. uhm. complicated.

#flight rising #flight rising gijinka #flight rising art #flight rising lore #fr art #fr gijinka #fr lore #kal art #kal rising #character tag: iskal #character tag: ciero

[fern-writes-stories]

Busy

MINORS DNI !!!!!!!!!

♡ [a/n]; HE IS SO!!!!!!!!!! but also I’ve never written smut before so be kind to me pls 😔💔 idk i need him so bad i’ve been pent up for like a whole week atp

✧ Pairing: Miguel O’hara x female reader

✧ Word Count: 1,806

✧ Summary: Miguel pleasures you and gives mad oral. Porn w/o plot basically

✧ Warnings/Tags: 18+/NSFW under the cut, second POV, google translate spanish, pet names (cariño, mi amor, mi ciero, mami, niña buena), orgasm (f), edging, marking, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, rough sex (hair pulling, biting w/ slight blood kink), size kink if you squint, foreplay, fingering, lmk if I missed any!!!!

✑ You can find all my stories here!

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“Miguel, I’m busy,” you tutted, working away at your computer desk. Miguel had arrived home from work just under an hour ago.

“Pero tengo tanta hambre de ti, mi amor......” He stood behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders while he traced patterns onto your collarbone.  (But I feel so hungry for you, my love...)

“I know, but I really need to get this done,” you sighed, moving his arms off of you. “Maybe later?”

Silence followed before suddenly you felt kisses on your neck, making your heart flutter for a moment. You knew exactly what he was trying to do.

“Miguel,” you scolded rather halfheartedly, the words coming out barely above a whisper while you were trying to convince yourself that this report took priority.

His hands began to skim your body and you felt the graze of his fangs against the nape of your neck, feeling your breath hitch in your throat. He began to trace circles with his thumb on your inner thigh with one hand while the other drifted up your shirt, slowly, at an agonisingly deliberate pace for the situation. 

Miguel began to lick and suck softly at you neck and you involuntarily cocked your head to allow him more access. You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

“Can’t you just leave your work for five minutes? Ten, max?” He muttered into your ear, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“I-I really shouldn’t...” You reasoned, though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than Miguel. He sighed against your neck and removed his hands from your body.

Before you could say anything else your desk chair was spun around suddenly, Miguel planting his hands firmly on either armrest as he caged you in. 

“Then you don’t have to leave,” he said sweetly.

He leaned down to kiss your lips and you met him in the middle, feeling his teeth brush your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you. Then Miguel’s hands began to trail your body again, one ending up in your hair and the other massaging a tit through your clothes.

You unintentionally moaned at the action and could feel Miguel smiling into your lips before breaking away suddenly. You lurched forward at the absence of his sensual kissing and groping and opened your eyes in time to watch him move to a kneel in front of you.

He gently pried apart your knees and stared up at you through your legs, moving to place a kiss on your inner thigh before resting his head against it.

You could feel it, your pussy throbbing and aching at the sight of him below you- you wanted him so bad, hanging on the edge of his every movement with impatience and lust. He began to rub your other thigh.

“I want to pleasure you so bad, mami...” he closed his eyes. “Make you feel so good... cogerte hasta que te derrumbes...” (fuck you until you collapse)

Miguel opened his eyes again and you glimpsed his gorgeous brown irises through his eyelashes. “Show you how much I love you, mi cielo...”

Your throat had gone dry and you couldn’t find you words, dizzy from arousal and feeling how wet you were, afraid you had soaked through your pants already.

The hand Miguel had previously been using to rub your thigh slowly made its way upwards, caressing your curves until he hooked a finger under the waistband of your pants.

“Will you let me pleasure you, mami? Just like you deserve, mi niña buena?” (my good girl)

“Yes,” you breathed out, pressing your mouth shut tightly to stop your lip from quivering with anticipation. Immediately Miguel made quick work of removing your pants and discarding them, exposing your soaked underwear. 

He chuckled, a deep sound that turned you on even more. “All dolled up for me already, cariño?” He teased.

You moved to close your legs out of embarrassment but Miguel reinstated his grip on your thighs; harsher this time, holding you in place so he could go to town. “What’s wrong, mami?” He asked, leaning closer to your pussy. “Having second thoughts?”

You suddenly felt his tongue on your clothed cunt, licking a long, slow arc from your vagina to your clit. You inhaled sharply and moaned, throwing your head back- you needed more. 

“N-No,” you gasped out.

“No, what?” Miguel said slowly, sternly. His tongue began to paw at your throbbing clit.

“No, papi,” you moaned. It took everything in you to not just slam his head into your vulva.

“That’s more like it,” he growled, flashing his fangs at you as he moved to remove your underwear. The moment the cool air of the room hit your unclothed cunt you shivered, but the cold was quickly replaced when Miguel moved forward again to lick lines across you pussy.

He continued back and forth, once again at an agonisingly slow pace. Your hips bucked suddenly at the need for more stimulation and you felt the vibrations of Miguel growling into your cunt.

“Miggy, please- m-more,” you pleaded, crawling a hand up your shirt so you could grab your tits.

He began to use his tongue to circle your clit, at a much steadier pace this time, and reached one of his hands up to grab your hip. You began to feel a fire light deep in your belly, in your core- you were so close already.

“I-I’m almost...” you stuttered out, too engulfed in the feeling to finish your sentence as you began to feebly grind into his tongue.

Miguel began to work faster, now at a furious pace that only stoked the deep fire within you further. Right before it released all at once you grabbed Miguel’s hair in your free hand and pushed his face further into you cunt as it began to quiver with ecstasy. 

You let out a sound mixed between a scream and a moan while you rode the high, Miguel still working away at your clit until you became so sensitive it hurt.

“M-Miguel!” you cried out, having to pull his head away when he didn’t stop. 

And there he knelt below you, hair an impossible mess that was tangled in your fingers and the lower half of his face drenched in your climax. 

“Sorry,” you blurted out, releasing his hair from your grasp and moving to close your legs again when, like before, Miguel stopped you. You stared down at him with round eyes, unable to shake your newfound arousal from his dishevelled appearance.

It was impossibly quiet as you watched him use his thumb to wipe up some of your slick from along the line of his jaw, licking it clean.

“What are you apologising for, niña buena?” Miguel’s tone was seductive and playful. “I’d drink you up all night if I could, tan deliciosa, mi ciero.” (Good girl, so delicious).

You felt your face go hot and you moved a hand to hide your eyes from him and Miguel laughed. A moment later you felt his gentle hand grab your wrist and move your arm so that he could see you again. You noticed that he had cleaned off the rest of his face- presumably with his shirt.

“Don’t go all shy on me, mami,” he teased, leaning in to kiss you deeply again. When you began to kiss him back you felt Miguel nip your bottom lip with his fangs, and you let out a squeak. He began to move along your jaw, down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and hickies until he reached your collarbone.

You felt the pin-prick of his fangs in your skin and withheld a moan as he began to lick over the small cuts. It was then you noticed one of his hands exploring the inside of your thighs again, caressing you so delicately before suddenly his thumb was on your clit.

You gasped and Miguel’s other hand found its way up your shirt once more, brushing lightly over your nipple as he continued biting and sucking along your neck.

The hand massaging your clit was moving in circular motions, toying with you as you began to throb and ache madly again. Then it stopped all of a sudden, and you were about to protest before you suddenly felt two fingers prodding at the entrance to your vagina.

You moaned into Miguel’s hair, burying your fingers in his brown locks. He took this as an invitation and gently penetrated you until he was knuckle deep in your pussy. His fingers curled, massaging your g-spot and driving you crazy. 

He began to pump his fingers in and out, making sure to hit your most sensitive spot every time as you continued to moan into him.

“You’re so tasty, cariño. Can’t get enough of you,” Miguel’s breath was hot and you could only bring yourself to respond with a whimper as he began to roll a nipple between his fingers. 

“You sound so hot, estás excitando a papi aún más, princesa.” He groaned into your neck. (You’re turning daddy on even more, princess)

At his words you began to feel your insides coiling up again, your pussy tightening around Miguel’s fingers as you neared another high.

“M-Miggy...” You moaned out through your panting, and he knew you were close. He bit into your skin again with his fangs, slightly harsher this time.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, lapping up the blood he had shed.

Your breathing quickened even more and you arched your whole body into Miguel, closing your eyes while your legs twitched with anticipation before all at once the stimulation ceased. 

You could no longer feel Miguel looming over you, his fingers withdrawn from your cunt and his other hand removed from under your shirt. You whimpered unintentionally and your hips grinded into nothing, your whole body aching at his absence and painfully winding down from your missed climax.

You opened your eyes and saw Miguel standing in front of you, staring up at him with a furrowed brow and confusion in your eyes.

“Well, I suppose you’d better get back to your work,” he said much too nonchalantly. Your stomach flipped and you could barely think clearly through the haze in your brain. He couldn’t be serious.

He licked his fingers clean of your fluids, savouring every moment, and shrugged his broad shoulders. “Maybe later?” He teased.

“Miguel!” You cried out indignantly as he walked away from you, the sly smirk on his face making you want to punch him.

His laughter followed him out of the room and you were now painfully aware of the puddle that had gathered on your seat.

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