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liliacamethyst · 7 months

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Sneak Peak Part V - Web of Eternal Dawn

“Drop the child, Miguel.” the figure warns.

With an unimpressed raise of his brow, Miguel retorts, “Go home, Miles.”

Gabriel, now more settled, looks up at Miguel with adoring eyes, already halfway back to sleep. But Miles’ persistent voice booms through the little room. "Miguel, step the fuck back from the baby, and let's settle this outside. NOW."

"Kid, this isn't a fight you wanna fight," Miguel warns, gently lowering the now sleeping Gabriel back into his crib.

But just as the situation seems to have reached a tense standoff, the door bursts open, revealing you, fully clad in your spider-suit, ready to fight, fury painted on every feature. Flashbacks of the past, filled with anger, pain, and fear, cloud your vision upon seeing Miguel bending over your son.

"Sunny, I can explain—" Miguel starts, but your reaction is swift. With a well-aimed web, you pin him to the nearby wall, rendering him immobile. Miles, clearly taken aback by your rapid response, stammers, “He... uh... was trying to... take Gabriel again. I saw it?”

Miguel's eyes, though pinned, glitter dangerously. “Cut the crap, kid.”

You had heard enough, and you fired webs at his mouth, silencing him. Standing tall, you demand, “What the hell is going on?”

Your heart hammers against your ribcage, an overpowering nausea threatening to bring you to your knees. Not again, you beg internally, this can't be happening again. The biting sensation of deja vu feels like a punch to the gut.

As if reading your panic, Miles lifts his hands in a placating gesture, but your focus narrows solely on your sleeping baby, peacefully oblivious to the tension in the room. Swiftly, you cross the distance to his crib, gently scooping him up, trying your hardest not to stir him. Every instinct screams at you to get away, to protect your child from the unpredictable scene.

You barely register Miles' words of apology or his attempt to follow, reacting instinctively by sending a web in his direction, narrowly missing him and instead encasing Miguel against the wall. With him momentarily restrained, you leave the room.

Miguel, however, almost effortlessly shrugs off the sticky restraints, ripping the webbing from his face. He's pissed, furious even, seething at the situation. Anger boils at the goddamn circumstances, but above all, his ire is directed at this noisy kid. Damn, Miles, can't he just go bother someone else? This isn't his fucking business. It's his mess to fix, his responsibility, and he needs to make things right. Why does Miles have to complicate things even more?

With a tension thick enough to cut, Miguel turns to Miles, "What do you want, kid?"

Miles, glares defiantly, his voice dripping with loathing. "You, gone. Either in some forsaken universe or dead."

Miguel sighs, running a hand down his face, his weariness evident. "Fine, do whatever you wish. Kill me, banish me, torture me. Whatever your little heart desires. Let me first make sure that they are safe. I won't fight you, Miles.”

Miles pauses, disbelief flashing across his face. "You serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Miguel retorts, his gaze piercing.

Miles takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "You're a monster, Miguel. Maybe not a murderer, but still a monster."

"I know what I am." Miguel admits, his voice breaking ever so slightly and without looking back leaving Miles speechless.

Miguel hesitated at the window, on the precipice of leaving. But something - be it fate, spider-sense, or sheer reckless longing - pulled him back. He silently treaded through the apartment, drawn to a soft melodic voice.

There, in the dim room, you stood. Without your mask, vulnerability framed your features, eyes closed, a cascade of hair down your shoulder.

You swayed gently, singing a lullaby, with little Gabriel secure in your embrace, his breathing even and deep. This sight, so full of love and tenderness, tore through Miguel. It was a clear representation of everything he yearned for, of the life that slipped through his fingers, so vivid he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

His heart ached, thinking of the life they could've shared, of waking up to this exact scene every day, of being a part of this little family. The regret was suffocating him in its weight.

You sensed him before you heard him, before you smelled his perfume, warm and woody with a hint of something spicy. He smelled like the shower gel he uses when you both took long showers, the walks you used to take in the woods on Earth 99, discussing plans for the HQ, but you just enjoyed holding his hand. He also smelled like your pillows after he disappeared in the morning, a scent tinged with abandonment. He smelled like a thousand things you couldn’t place, but foremost, he smelled like one thing, and you just hated that thought. Home.

You finally broke the silence, your voice soft and wearied. "What are you doing here, Miguel?"

He swallowed, voice raw. "I needed to see if you were okay."

A sad smile played on your lips. "You're too late for that."

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wyvernest · 11 months

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midnight cravings

pairing - miguel o'hara x f!reader

warnings - smut, established relationship, unprotected piv, creampie, missionary

summary - miguel comes home late at night, needing a lot more than just sleep

a/n - i did some research on spanish pillow talk, lmk if anything is off/wrong

You're half asleep.

The room is dark and quiet. Only the cars on the boulevard can be heard in a faint echo as they slow down to turn corners at the nearby intersection, their headlights casting a fleeting flash on the bedroom ceiling.

You tilt your head on your pillow to check the time.

23:57

It's not exactly unusual that Miguel doesn't get home before midnight. His job requires a certain amount of effort, a certain amount of skill, and an equally generous amount of time.

But tonight the bed is colder. Tonight, the bedsheets and pillows fail to offer the warmth only he can provide. You drift off into a pained slumber, hugging his pillow to your chest.

And it feels like it's been seconds, only a blink in the undisturbed ambiance of the night, before your ears pick up a strangely familiar sound.

The window opens, followed by a gentle creak. The first time it happened, you had jumped out of bed in any defence you could've possibly offered yourself, heart racing and hands shaking. But after countless nights, after so many times when your boyfriend entered your apartment the way only he could do it, you've grown accustomed to it. Now, the sound brought a sweet shiver up your spine, a sense of safety and relief.

You only wish you could open your eyes, but before you thought to rise from your position on the bed, you felt the mattress sink under considerable weight. Miguel crawls close to you, settling himself behind you.

His body moulds perfectly against yours, his bare chest pressed up against your back. He moves his hand to brush a few unruly strands of hair out of your face, his fingertips grazing the side of your neck, lingering on the soft skin more than necessary. He presses himself closer and closer into you, and you relish in the feeling of his body heat invading every patch of your skin that comes in contact with him. You hum softly, a sign for him that you're aware he's there, only through the haze of heavy sleep.

His cursory hand starts caressing and touching, running over the line of your waist, swiftly sneaking underneath your shirt and finding your skin. You sigh into the pillow, his ministrations making it hard for you to resume your slumber. He drags his warm and heavy palm over the dip of your middle, reaching the side of your breast. It then retreats lower, back down to your hip, squeezing the flesh of your ass ever so slightly.

He shuffles, bringing his crotch up to the backs of your thighs, and you feel the unmistakable shape of his hard cock, grinding up against you with slow and languid rolls of his hips, as if he’s trying not to stir you from your drowsiness. You feel a familiar pressure grow and bloom between your legs, deciding that sleep is no longer an option for the time being.

Turning your head over your shoulder, you’re met with the face of a man so desperate and needy, you almost have to hold back a moan of both surprise and pride at having him head over heels for you. Your hand snakes around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss so full of want and desire that you both gasp for air in between minutes before diving right back in for more.

With his weight supported on one elbow, his free hand keeps mapping your body with such speed and undeniable craving that you push your thighs together instinctively, aiming to chase a part of the pleasure dripping and pooling into your panties. His arm wraps around your front, holding you in place, as his lips break from the kiss and travel from your flushed cheek, to your jaw, landing on your pulse point. You tilt your head to the side to grant him access to you, as he nibbles over the nape of your neck. He alters between soft, gentle pecks and bold yet careful bites, while his thigh parts yours from behind, pressing hard into your core.

Through crescending moans and mewls, you start rubbing yourself onto his muscular thigh, feeling his hot breath puffing over the sensitive skin of your neck and shoulder. The sharpness of his fangs grazing your pulse alerts you as you begin tugging at his hair with no avail.

He twists you around so that he’s on top of you fully, his mouth travelling down to your shoulder and clavicle. He’s placed himself between your quivering legs, making his intentions known by humping you slowly and steadily, at a pace that allows him to continue his assault upon your chest. His lips find your breasts as he licks and kisses the tender flesh.

Suddenly, he stops, not removing his face from your chest. He pants softly, meeting your half-lidded eyes. He inhales abruptly, and you see his pupils dilate ever so slightly.

“You’re already wet, mi amor.” You feel your face heat up at the remark. “Always so good and ready for me.” He tightens his grip, crushing you into his embrace as his body encompasses yours completely. You feel his cock twitch through the thin fabric of your panties, growing impatient.

“Only for you.” You’re interrupted by a groan as he revels in your confession and promised devotion. “Only you can make me feel this way.”

“Me estás volviendo loco.” (You’re driving me crazy)

In a quick motion, he grips your panties and rips them, the sound sending a rush of adrenaline through your veins. You feel the fat tip of his dick, glistening with precum, teasingly pressing against your aching cunt. He readies himself, bracing his weight on his forearms that now frame your face. His head drops into the crook of your neck, breathing laboured, raising goosebumps all over your skin.

“Let me pound this pussy before I go to sleep.”, his voice is low and rugged with lust, breath hot and deep.

You let out a moan in response, taken aback. You wiggle your hips playfully, feeling the head of his fat dick graze your wet folds. He groans lowly, biting at your neck before soothing the mark with several kisses.

“Por favor, mi vida”, and you nearly come on the spot, the plea ringing in your ears. You’re almost convinced he may have injected you with something. You’re not thinking straight. He could ask anything of you right now and you wouldn’t have the slightest bit of power to say no.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Couldn’t get you out of my head.” He insists, as if any more convincing is necessary. It isn’t. He just loves to rile you up, to see you as desperate for him as he is for you before he takes you.

“All I could think of was finally getting home to you. Seeing your pretty face, tasting your lips.” He keeps whispering, pressing hot, open mouth kisses up and down your neck, one of his hands groping your breast.

“Burying myself in you, feeling you clench around me.” More kisses, his cock is aligned with you, rubbing between your folds and twitching every so often.

“Miguel.”

He raises his face to lock eyes with you.

“Fuck me raw.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He enters you, inch by agonising inch, and as he bottoms out you release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Your arms curl around his shoulders, feeling the rigid muscles of his back as they shift when he starts rolling his hips. You’re completely engulfed in his shadow, and all you can see is him.

Stretched to the limit, you throw your head back into the softness of the pillows as he picks up his pace, jackhammering his cock into the damp warmth of your cunt. His talons dig into the cushion as his face contorts into pure, unfiltered pleasure. You look down to catch the way his abdomen flexes with every thrust he delivers, the way the length of his dick disappears inside you with a wet squelch each time.

He falters for a fraction of a second, eyes rolling back before he changes the angle of his thrusts, finding your sweet spot. You feel your high starting to build up as he maintains his rhythm, grabbing onto his biceps as he drills his heavy cock into you, chasing his climax. You moan out his name, constricting around him, and he groans shamelessly, dropping his face back into the crook of your neck, panting.

“Ay, mierda” he rasps into the shell of your ear, and you bring one hand into his silky, dark hair, pushing him closer into your embrace.

“Está apretadito” (it’s tight), he nearly whimpers at the way you clench around his cock, his lips latching onto your pulse point once again, in an attempt to stifle his moans.

Your whole body quivers at the sound of his groans and muffled curses, as you finally feel yourself on the edge of ecstasy. You close your legs around his waist, wanting to feel him whole.

His pace stutters at the action.

“Inside, ah-, I want you– inside, shit”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he drives himself into you, hard and fast. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, prolonged by his continuous thrusts. All your senses zoom in on him, the smell of him, the sight of his broad frame towering over you as he fucks you, the sound of his breathing and the praises he whispers into your neck.

The bed shakes and creaks under his weight as he comes, filling you with his release. You pulse around him, forcing a strangled moan out of his throat before he collapses on top of you.

You’re floating, even with his whole body dormant upon yours. With a hand, you mindlessly massage his scalp while he returns to his senses. His arms seek to find your waist, effectively wrapping around you in a nearly suffocating hold. But you don’t mind.

“We should get cleaned up.”, he mumbles lowly, muffled by the pillows and your neck altogether. However, you feel his body relax completely, an incontestable sign that he’s already too far gone to get up anymore. You’re well aware of how tired he can be at times and how his love for you had been the only thing providing energy for the past minutes, because otherwise, he would have been out cold by now.

So you hold him, as he holds you, drifting off into well earned, blissful rest.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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i want you

kinktober, day twenty-five

a/n: okay but why haven't i thought of pirate captain!miguel till now? shame on me honestly because that's way too delicious

summary: “no, please!” you bellowed, tears nearly forming in your eyes, “I have money! Just name the price! I will give you anything I have to get out of here!”

warnings: pirate captain!miguel o'hara x upper-class!reader, smut, historical au, sex as payment, stripping, kissing, slight knife kink, dirty talk

word count: 830

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“So, let me get this right,” the gruff man behind the desk glared up at you through his furrowed brows, “you want to bid passage on this vessel? You are aware of what kind of ship this is, aren’t you, miss?”

“I am,” you stood your ground.

“You, a lady,” he gestured to your fine dress, “willingly want to sail upon a pirate ship?”

“I want to get out of this town on a ship that isn’t under my father’s employ, that’s what I want.”

“What, is your bed too soft and your suiters too dashing?” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” you scoffed, averting your gaze, “something like that…”

Looking you over a moment, he then let out a heavy sigh and said, “miss, I’m gonna do you a favour and tell you to get the hell off my ship before someone comes looking for you, or worse, my crew does, and their manners aren’t what you’re accustomed to.”

“No, please!” you bellowed, tears nearly forming in your eyes, “I have money! Just name the price! I will give you anything I have to get out of here!”

Narrowing his eyes, “…anything?” his head tilted at the possibilities.

“Yes,” you nodded desperately, “would you rather have my jewellery?” your hands shot up to your necklace, “then it’s yours.”

“I don’t want your jewels,” your fingers halted around the dainty chain, “or your money for that sake.”

“No, wait, please, I don’t care where you are going, what port you drop me off at, I just have to get out of here-”

“If I help you, then I want something different.”

Gazing back at his leisurely seat in his chair, you asked breathily, “what?”

Staring what felt like directly into your soul, he then uttered, “I want you.”

Blinking back at him a moment, you then stammered, “e-excuse me, sir?”

“Christ, you really are a lady…” he chuckled briefly at your bashful reaction, “look, I presume you can retrace your steps and find your way off this boat yourself-”

“No, no, I’m sorry, please don’t, I’m sorry, I just-… you want me?”

Gazing back at you, he stated confidently, “yes.”

“What, do you want me on your crew? Because I don’t have any sailing experience-”

“No, I wanna fuck you,” a shiver ran down your spine at his crude words, “so, either take off that dress or see your way out.”

After letting your desperation sway your deliberation, you carefully began to undo the overwhelming row of tiny silk buttons down the front of your garment. Letting the top part fall to the floor, soon joined the poufy fabrics around your legs. But when you reached back to pull at the laces on your corset, the knot was too stubborn for you to manage in an effortless second.

Though suddenly, as the Captain got up and conjured a short blade from his leather boot, your fingers froze and your eyes grew in alarm, “what are you-”

“Relax,” he walked around the desk to where you stood, “I’m not gonna hurt you,” then gestured as he said, “turn around,” which you promptly did, letting out a stifled gasp as he cut through the strings, the stiff stays swiftly joining the pile on the floor. Chest heaving beneath your thin chemise, you felt his broad palm glide over your waist, begging you to turn back around, “it’s been a very long time since I’ve been with someone who wasn’t a whore…” your eyes didn’t meet his intense gaze as his touch fluttered up to ghost across your cheek, “honestly, I don’t know if I ever have…”

As your vision finally flickered up to catch his, his fingers curled to graze his harsh knuckles across your cheekbone, searching your eyes as he seized your waist with his other hand and pulled you in close to taste your lips.

His kiss wasn’t at all like you had expected. It wasn’t foul and unpleasant, no, his lips nearly caused your knees to buckle.

“You’re so soft,” his deep voice warmed you from within as he held you near, “like you’ve never lived a fucking day in your life…”

“I’ve lived,” you tilted your chin, “just not like you have, sir.”

“Oh, have you now?” a genuine chuckle bubbled out of him, “have you ever done anything like this before?” he spun you around and began to back you up, “I thought rich girls like you were kept in the dark and waited till marriage… are you married? Is it your husband that you’re running from?”

Answering both of his questions with three simple words, you uttered, “I’m not married.”

“Well, I’m not gonna take you like some stuck-up lord you’d have ended up with,” a swift hand sent parchments flying before he scooped you up onto the desk, his sly fingers playing with the softness of your stockings as he pushed your shift up your thighs, “I know way too much about pleasure to treat you that terribly…”

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taissabelle · 1 year

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How it started:

How it's going:

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mandowifey · 11 months

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I saw some hcs on tiktok about Miguel being like a cat,, so like when the reader is pregnant with his babies do you think he'd tend to paw at their stomach like how cats do when they 'make biscuits'?

This is so cute. I always envisioned a mix of cat and spider-like behavior tbh.

Kneed

Miguel O'hara x Reader

Miguel Masterlist

Warnings: None! General fluff, pregnant!reader, Miguel being Miguel. Preexisting relationship. If you squint, could exist in the Dark!Miguel timeline. Also, blood drinking and kissing! Look away, this is dangerously soft and fluffy.

Short drabble!

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You couldn't recall a time you weren't sore.

The pregnancy had progressed as you had anticipated, yet still your body ached. Due to the nature of Miguel's biology, the babies were a handful, even before birth. You were always tired, always hungry, and always so damn sore.

Miguel praised you for how well you handled it. As though you had any choice. When you snarled and cursed him for 'doing this to you', he'd catch the items you toss and gingerly place them down. He always assured you that he loved you and how you were going to make a wonderful parent.

Other times, it wasn't as bad.

Like now, as you held a blood bag with a straw jabbed into it while lounging back against some pillows in bed. Getting used to needing raw blood had been difficult, but now, 6 months in and swollen with child, you could finish three or for in a day with minimal gagging. The tv blared some show you'd started watching, and you were comfortable.

The door to the bedroom nudges open as Miguel steps inside.

As his suit withdraws from his face, you can see how tired he is. The weight of the multiverse hung from his shoulders, and he was exhausted. Smiling at you, Miguel crosses the room and climbs onto the bed.

"How's mami and the babies?" He chirped, immediately palming over your swollen belly.

You smile, your eyes gentle as you take another suck from the pouch. "We're okay. They've got me hungry today." You nodded towards the empty packs on the nightstand. Miguel's eyes flick to look, and he chuckles. "I'll get you more tomorrow." He pushed his cheek to your stomach, feeling the tinniest kick.

This was bliss. At least, you were sure it was. You pet a hand through his greying curls and drink quietly. "They missed you." Miguel's eyes glimmer, which you recognize as him holding back tears. "I missed them too." He whispers, his hand pushing and curling against you as he closed his eyes.

The sensation was strange, and you laughed. "Miguel, what are you doing?" You watch his hand work you, and he smiles. Miguel shifts and kisses at your belly, pawing at you gently before starting to kiss up your body, his mouth seeking yours.

You felt self-conscious, especially after drinking blood, but he kissed you and licked into your mouth, not minding the taste at all. Settling into your side, Miguel palms your stomach again and sighs against your neck.

"I can't wait til they're here." He mumbles dreamily, his fingers spreading, pushing, then curling into you. You smile, your head turning to lean against his. "They can't wait either, I can tell they're excited to meet their daddy." Miguel smiles against you and nearly purrs at the thought. The two of you resting together, in peace, anticipating your children and the future you'd share with them.

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the price of love | miguel o’hara

pairing: devil!miguel x black plus size fem!reader

genre: established relationship, smut, one-shot

warning: cursing, angst, fluff, blasphemy, corruption kink, miguel is like reallyyyy old in this cause he’s the devil, gaslighting(?), manipulation, mentions of religion (christianity), creampie, fingering, light choking, dacryphilia, overstimulation, nipple play, praise kink, cowgirl position, pet names (angel, good girl, pretty girl), bruising (f. receiving), spanish sentences & phrases

word count: 5.1k

summary: miguel o’hara the devil, the fallen angel. he roamed through earth, searching for his naive lover, one who would sacrifice everything for him. everyone told you to stay far away from him; they knew he was the devil the moment he met you, you knew it. though ever since that first encounter, miguel was obsessed, knew it was you. his angel, the pure one. you listened well, making sure to stay away from him as much as you could, yet your heart begged for him, begged for him to corrupt you.

☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: old one-shot!

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MIDNIGHT BLUE AND SPECS of white covered the atmosphere. Shaded grey, shines through your curtains. The moonlight shaped a whole, gorgeous as the night went on. Laying on your side, your hands were under your pillow as the winds picked up. The tree branches hit against your window yet it never woke you.

Your cheetah print bonnet slid off a bit, showing the top of your head as your plump brown lips gape open a little. Soft snores escaping from you. Your bedsheet was over you, but fully, it had been tucked under your arm.

Slipping into your room without racket, his looming body stares at you, on the right side of your room. His tail away, now in his human form. Yet his fangs still, glistening in the sweet moonlight. His eyes were scarlet red, keeping close attention to your subtle movements. When awoken, you were startled as a child seeing a monster under their bed.

Your eyes dart to his shadow, he smirks, emerging from the darkness. His tail appeared, swinging to the right as he walked slowly to you. “Siento el latido de tu corazón, mi ángel. Relájate, estás a salvo.” His tone was true and kind, yet it spooked you still. The devil smirks at you, his tail disappears once again, and your eyes widen.

“Miguel? W- What are you doing here?” You question, scooting up from your bed as you sit upright. Your breathing is rigid.

“Oh, mi ángel. So pretty.” Miguel smirked as he looked you over. “What? I just wanted to spend some time with you. I saw how you avoided me and I thought we could talk.” He took a step closer, his body towering over you.

“A-Avoided…I wasn’t avoiding you.” You whispered, pulling your bedsheet close to you. “You can’t be here…my parents, they’ll wake up and see you.” You continue to whisper. The moonlight dripped against his tan skin, he looked ethereal.

“Relax. I won’t hurt you, not here at least.” Miguel chuckled. His hand gently cupped your chin. “So beautiful.” The devil whispered as his eyes roamed over your face. The moonlight slightly illuminated his face. “I wanted to talk. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, even though we both know I’m not so bad.” He smiled.

Your lips plump, you tucked it against your teeth and let go. “I haven’t been avoiding you…I’ve been busy.” Lying, as you whispered. It was somewhat a lie at least.

A smirk spread across Miguel’s lips. “Busy?”

“I’ve seen you. You’ve been with no one, but you make an excuse every time I want to spend time with you.” His eyes bored into you. “But what you’re going to tell me is you’ve been too busy…being an angel and all.” He chuckled. Your breathing hitches, “Miguel…”

“Yeah, mi ángel?” Miguel raised an eyebrow, his fingers lightly caressing your cheek.

His voice, his face, his touch. They all affected you in ways you wished they hadn’t. He tilted his head, waiting for you to speak.

“You seriously can’t be here…I-I have to go somewhere later in the day anyway. I’m actually busy.” You stutter out, telling the truth.

“Sure you do, mi ángel.” Miguel scoffed a little. “You’re too busy for me, but you have some secret event you can’t wait for?” His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. Miguel could sense the truth and he wasn’t going to stop until he forced it out of you. “I’m not too busy for you…it’s just things happen.” You sigh.

“Like what? What are things you can have going on at this time that are more important than spending time with me?” Miguel questioned you.

He leaned over you, his body fully blocking out the moon and your view of the window. “I want to hear it.”

Gulping, “I-I have to work at the church, I need sleep for starters. I have friends to see. My family is planning this get-together and my parents want me to help.” You mutter, leaving out another thing. Miguel’s expression turned to one of disappointment. “Really?”

“That’s what you’ve been doing with your time?” His eyes went back to you, and his gaze drifted to your lips.

“A church girl?”

You groan, wishing he would understand but of course he wouldn’t. Why would he, and why should he?

“Miguel…seriously these things are extremely important. I also have to see my pastor soon to go over scriptures…Miguel, please.” You whine out to him.

“Church…pastors…scriptures?” Miguel repeated with contempt. “And you haven’t been avoiding me? Tell me more.” The devil’s patience was wearing thin and he didn’t care if he scared you right now. He wanted to be your only priority.

You sigh, “I…I met someone.” You mutter out. Miguel’s demeanor changed drastically. His face hardened and his grip on you loosened.

“Who?”

He was angry, not just at this unknown person, but at you too.

“Tell me who.”

You whine his name out, Miguel’s head was spinning. The very thought of you and another person made his blood boil. You were his. “Who.” He seethed out.

“H-Her name is Bonnie, she’s my age, twenty-six. Goes to the same university as me, we met at church not too long ago.” You let out, breathing heavily as you do. “What do you even see in her?” Miguel wonders in a low tone. He had to know. To find out why you chose Bonnie over him. What made her more special than him, the devil himself.

“Please don’t…” You murmured, looking away.

Miguel didn’t budge. He leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips. He had to know. “Tell me. Why do you choose her over me?”

“S-She’s not you…she’s not the devil. Miguel my family, my friends, everyone knew I even involved myself with you. I would lose everything and everyone, my life included. They can’t know, they tell me to stay away from you. Be a good lady and don’t listen to the devil’s lies. Don’t worship him, don’t even chant his name.” You tell out, letting out everything you’ve been told about the devil all your life.

Miguel went silent as you talked. His grip on your face tightened as he seemed deep in thought. You felt a chill go down your spine. The weight of Miguel’s hand was much heavier than normal.

“You listen to them?” Miguel finally asked. His face is still inches away from yours.

“Miguel…”

“Mi amor, I want you to think long and hard,” Miguel began, his voice almost a whisper. “If these people know the truth about me- the real me- would they still be your friends?” The devil sighed, his grip on your face easing. “If they knew I only wanted you and that I would never hurt you. Would they still be your friends?” He speaks in a hushed tone.

“It wouldn’t even matter, they would only see what you’re known for.” You looked away and gulped.

“And what am I known for?” Miguel asked, his hand cupping your chin once more and turning you to face him. Your eyes were glossed as you sighed. “Hurting people, making them do bad things…” “You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with sweet poison. “Your friends have taught you to be, and you want to believe it’s true.”

“N-No…no it’s not true.” You protest, his statement was somewhat true but never fully.

“Then prove it to me, my angel.” Miguel asserts, his face inches away from yours. The heat from his body was overwhelming, but the devil didn’t care about your comfort. “Tell me you don’t care for this…Bonnie. Tell me you love me.” He insists under his breath. The sound of his voice was like velvet on your skin. You breathe, “I do love you, Miguel….but I can’t be with you.”

“Why?” Miguel whispered. He didn’t shout or argue. He simply waited for your answer. Miguel’s fingers touched your face. For a moment, it seemed like he cared in a way that wasn’t selfish or cruel.

“You’re the devil, I’m a simple mortal. Compared to you, you’re basically your own god. You’ve made a name for yourself, you have people that worship you, that fear you. If I even tried half of the things you’ve done I would be killed. So I can’t be with you, I was not placed on earth to—” You choked on your words and looked away.

Miguel smirked as you choked on your words. It was a cold expression on his face now, one that lacked the softness of before. “There it is.” He chuckled. His hand caressed your cheek.

“You do fear me.”

Miguel leaned closer again, his hand tightening on your chin. “You do know who I am.”

“I-I don’t fear you.” Your body shutters, “I love you.” Two sentences, the second one true. Miguel chuckled again, his mouth only inches away from yours. “And you love me?” His breath was soft and sweet. You couldn’t tell if it was a normal breath or if it was a special one meant to affect you. The fingers of his other hand brushed against your lips.

“Yes.” You tell him quickly. “Say you need me,” Miguel speaks softly. “Tell me you need me like you need your air.” Miguel’s grip loosened on your chin, but his breath was still close to your face.

You felt like you were in a trance, and you gave in to him fully, anytime he needed you to. “I need you, need you like I need air.”

“And what about Bonnie? You don’t need her.” Miguel’s finger traced your cheek, and then your neck. “You don’t need her like you do me…”

You shake your head and whimper, “No.” You tell him softly.

“You don’t love her,” Miguel smirked again. He tilted his head, his finger running along your collarbone. “You’d choose me over her, every time, wouldn’t you?” The devil asked.

You hum and nod sheepishly, “Every time.” “And it isn’t just that, isn’t it?” Miguel’s voice dropped to a whisper, making his breath tickle against your ears. “I’m the only one you want.”

“Miguel~” You whine out, a soft plead escaping from you.

“Tell me I’m the only man you want.” Miguel whisper-demanded. “No one else. No Bonnie or your friends.” Miguel’s voice was still sweet, but you could hear slight undertones to it. His grip tightened on your jaw ever so slightly. “You only want me.”

“I only want you.” You didn’t care how wrong it was anymore, your soul was tied to the devil. Your soul was created for him, even if it wasn’t, he still made sure it was. Miguel was the cause of your life, the cause of your death, the purpose of your pleasure.

“That’s a good girl,” Miguel said with a smile. “But that’s not all, mi ángel. You can’t ignore the urge you feel to touch me, to kiss me.” Miguel leaned in until you felt his breath on your face. “Tell me you want to kiss me.”

You whimpered, “please.”

“You need to beg,” Miguel said. “Please what, mi ángel?” The devil smirked, leaning closer once more. You could feel his body against yours now and your heart was racing.

“Please Miguel, please kiss me…wanna feel your lips.” Miguel’s hands tightened on you as he leaned close, so close that your bodies were touching. You could feel how hot he was. “Are you sure?” Miguel murmurs, his eyes never leaving you. “Cause once that happens, it’s going to be very, very hard to go back.”

You whimpered and nodded, “Very.”

Miguel chuckles and before you can process it, his lips are on yours. The kiss was soft and slow…and you couldn’t resist. Miguel pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your body. “Nunca te dejaré ir, guapa,” he whispered before kissing you again.

You kissed back, resting your hand on his left cheek, slipping your tongue in. No feeling in the entire world was like Miguel’s embrace. His lips were perfect and his touch was addicting. The longer you two kissed, the more intense it got. Miguel’s grip on you only tightened with the sound of his low growl.

His body pressed closer to yours, you could feel his heat against you. You pull away and breathe heavily, “fuck I forgot how much I missed you.” You moan and your thumb runs across his lips.

Miguel’s eyes fluttered open as he took a breath. The look he gave you was filled with lust…but also something else. You could see his genuine love for you in his eyes. “You missed me?” He questioned.

“You miss me.” He smirked. “Stop, I know that look.” You tell him, you pull your thumb away from his lips.

“What look is that?” Miguel chuckled, still keeping you close. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” His grip on your chin grew gentle again. “I’m thinking of how amazing tonight is about to be,” Miguel whispered, his voice filled with a desire you hadn’t heard before.

You knew exactly what he meant, you read him like a book and so did he to you. “W-We can’t…not with my parents here.” You mutter softly.

“I can be quiet,” Miguel whispered.

His grip on you tightened again, his body pressing closer to yours, his eyes locked on you. “Tell me you want this, mi ángel.” You breathe, “I don’t know if I’ll be quiet…and I do want this.”

“Then just be quiet enough,” Miguel smirked and pulled your head back lightly. The hand on your chin slid down to your neck and his face was inches from your own once more. “You have to know by now how much I want this.” He mutters, pulling you in closer. “Please, pretty girl…let me show you how much.”

You moan softly, “Please show me, Miguel.”

Miguel’s lips pressed against yours once again and the feeling was intoxicating. You felt his hands on your waist, his grip tightening and loosening in sync with the kiss. Miguel was holding you again.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed this, my angel.” Miguel breathes out. His grip on your neck tightened once more. “You’re mine and only mine.” You whimpered at his last words and moaned softly, gripping his hair. “Need you, I worship you.”

Miguel groaned slightly. What was supposed to be a simple kiss had become something more intense.

Miguel’s hands moved from your waist, running across your body. As his touch traveled up your side, you could feel the heat spreading underneath his fingers.

“Tell me you worship me.” He groans again.

“I worship you.” You repeat, Miguel’s eyes locking with yours as you licked your lips. “Show me how much you worship me.” Miguel’s tone is soft and low. His eyes were looking at you in a way you hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t a look of desire or want, it was a look of obsession and love.

Miguel’s hands reached up your front and cupped your cheeks as he leaned closer. He was so close now and he was watching you.

Waiting.

You closed the space between both of you, his plush lips touching yours as you gripped his hair. Slipping your tongue in. His long tongue swirls around yours as you suck on it softly. You feel his hands run across your breast, cupping it as he softly rubs the nipple against the cloth of your silk green nightgown. You moaned in the kiss, letting him fall on your bed as you sat on top of him, the kiss never stopping.

Miguel was moaning and panting as the two of you kissed and kissed and kissed until you could feel your mouths go dry. The devil’s hands were on you, rubbing your back, your neck, and your breasts, you felt euphoric in his arms. He was taking care of you…and he was taking care of himself.

Miguel lay on his back, taking in the feeling of you on top of him. He moaned as he looked up at you.“Mi ángel,” Miguel whispered. “I don’t care if it’s a sin, I want to make love to you. I’m obsessed with you.”

His body was already reacting to yours and your touch. You could feel the desire in his touch as he reached up to your chest and moved his hands up your thighs and under your nightgown.

You lean your head back, his fingers trailing up to your left breast, cupping it. “Mmh~” you let out.

Miguel’s eyes fluttered, you could see how much he wanted this. How much he desired you. His caresses were intense and hot, his eyes never leaving your body. “I love you, mi ángel,” Miguel whispered. “I want every inch of you.”

You moaned, and looked back at him, your dark brown skin glowed in the moonlight. You were his angel, the angel that held no boundaries between mortality and immortality. You weren’t simply an angel, you were the goddess of beauty and pleasure, purity being your savior and enemy.

Feeling your bonnet slip, Miguel quickly pulls it back down, placing it on your eyes as he chuckles. He was being unserious for a moment. And in that moment you felt your heart skip.

You push your bonnet back up a little to stare at him. Your eyes bore into his red ones. His fangs weren’t there anymore, tan skin, glowing like yours. You love him, and not because of his title, or because he brought so much pleasure to you. You love him because at the end of the day, you saw bits and pieces of him, no one would understand. Not even you, sometimes and you were okay with that.

“Ojalá no tuviera miedo de amándote por completo.” He mutters, his smile slowly turning into nothing. There he was again, the fallen angel. Broken wings and all. Yet you fixed him up, your porcelain doll.

“Take me, Miguel. Take all of me.” You let out breathlessly, you grind against his crouch slowly.

Miguel moaned softly as you did, watching your body with desire, with need. With a smirk, he slid your nightgown off you, throwing it to the floor. His caress on your skin made your breathing quicken. “You’re so ethereal…” Miguel whimpered. “So, so ethereal….”

Your eyes glimmered with a mix of love and desire. You lean yourself closer to him as your heart rate fastens. His arms wrapped around your bare skin. Your lips drag down to his nose, his lips, then to his chin.

You place your hand on the bed, pushing your body down a bit as you moan, feeling his crouch, his long and thick length never going ignored by your pulsating pussy.

You giggle in his ears, his eyes darken in desire as he cups your left boob and suck it softly, his long tongue swirling around your nipple as you whimper and moan. Your breath hitches as you grip his hair, your eyes widening with a mix of surprise and excitement. The sound of his mouth sucking you and the sensation of Miguel’s tongue sent a surge of arousal through your body.

You gasped softly as your breasts were exposed, your nipples hardening under his touch. His eyes locked with yours as Miguel’s right index finger rubs your right nipple. Your body arching slightly into his touch.

A low moan escaped his lips as he leaned in and sucked on your other nipple, the pleasure coursing through his and your veins. Your fingers entangled in his hair, gently guiding his movements as he looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and a playful challenge.

He pulls away, a string of his saliva falling to your boob and his chin. His scarlet eyes darken with desire. “Mmh~ taste too good, my pretty girl.” He moans, still playing with your nipples, pitching it to see you twitch a little.

The devil’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation as you pulled away from his hands. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of the moment, a smoldering desire evident in his gaze.

He let out a throaty chuckle, his voice filled with a sultry edge. "Oh, mi ángel, you're just getting comfortable, aren't you?" He purred, his tone laced with a mixture of playfulness and hunger.

With a swift and fluid movement, he turns your body around, you facing your tv, and your clothed pussy sitting on top of his crouch. His hands gripped your waist, forcing you to stay put. You moaned softly, feeling his hands roam your body, tracing every contour, every curve. The sensation of his touch sent waves of pleasure to your clit.

“I love you, mmh~ this pretty ass of yours, these pretty nipples, your sweet face. Look like a fucking goddess.” His voice was soft and desperate, he’s whining under you, holding himself back from thrusting his body into you.

Little did you know, you had the devil wrapped around your fingers. His tail was held in the grip of your hands as you toyed with his mind. You were his and he was yours, nothing named destiny could change that.

He whimpers under you, repeating your name like a spell. “Come on baby, come on, take my boxers off, please baby.” He begs, you’re not used to that but you listen like his good little angel.

Your eyes sparkle in amusement a smirk appearing on your lips as you listen to his pleas. You could feel the intensity of his need, the raw desire to have you, corrupting you to be his only.

You hover over him, pulling his boxers off as his pre-cum spills out to his nuts, he’s whimpering still, legs widening beneath you. You smile to yourself, turning back around as you look at his dick and then back at him. He’s a blushing mess and doesn’t realize, his fangs popping out, yet he wouldn’t cause any damage to you…yet.

Though there was a quick glint in his eyes that only the moonlight could catch. With a sudden motion, he slips his hands between your thighs, his fingers immediately finding your clit. He begins to rub it softly at first as your head leans back, low moans leaving your lips.

“You like that, pretty girl? Hmm, yeah, bet you do.” He murmurs, biting his bottom lip, looking at your, pretty brown nips. You moan a little louder, grinding yourself against his fingers for more.

He leaned in closer, his voice in a seductive purr. "Oh, angel, such impatience," he teased, his words dripping with playful arousal. "But don't worry, I'm more than happy to oblige."

Gradually increasing the pressure and speed, his touch is expertly attuned to your desires. As Miguel’s fingers danced over your sensitive nub, he watched your reactions, reveling in the way your body responded to his touch. He could feel your arousal building, your moans filling the air, driving his desire to new heights.

"Is that what you wanted, pretty girl?" He whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Do you want me to make you cum, to push you over the edge?"

You continue to grind against his fingers, playing with your left breast, squeezing and pitching it as you nod, becoming breathless. “Shitt…just like that…ohhh.”

The devil’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he felt you grinding against his fingers, your moans of pleasure echoing in his ears. He continued to stimulate your clit, her fingers expertly gliding and rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his tone deep and breathless. "You like it when I touch you like this, don't you? When I make you feel so good." He increased the pressure and speed of his movements, matching the rhythm of your grinding. His touch became more insistent, aiming to push you closer to the edge of pleasure.

"Cum for me, baby," he begs softly, his voice laced with a seductive command. "Let go and surrender to the pleasure. I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

“Fuck…fuck~ oh fuck me!” You whisper-shout, eyes shutting as you feel yourself so close. “Ple-please, please please~ fuck.” You moan out, you were a mess and he loved it.

Miguel’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he felt your desperate plea for more. Your words fueled his fucked up desires, and he was more than happy to oblige. He continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you, maintaining the relentless pace. Each movement sent waves of pleasure roaring through your body, igniting every nerve ending.

His tone was sultry as he responded, "Oh, mi ángel, I have no intention of stopping. I want to feel you unravel in my hands, to make you scream with pleasure."

As his fingers explored the depths of your wetness, he seized your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual dance. Their movements mirrored the rhythm of his thrusts, intensifying the pleasure through you.

He could feel your body tensing, the coil of pleasure building within you. With each thrust, he pushed you deep to the edge, ready to witness your release and revel in the ecstasy that awaited both of you.

You finally came all over his fingers and legs, moaning loudly. “Sh— ohhh~”

His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and delight as you reached the pinnacle of pleasure, your orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy. He felt your release coating his fingers, the evidence of your cum glistening in the dim light.

A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched you, your moans of pleasure echoing through the air. He relished in the sight and sound of your uninhibited bliss, reveling in the power he held over your desires.

"Such a good girl," he moans. "You came so beautifully for me." He slowly withdrew his fingers, savoring the sensation of your release on his skin. As he brought them to his lips, he licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours, a playful spark dancing within them.

"Tienes que ser el ángel más bonito que he visto en mi vida." He lets, your breathing slowly down as you look at him. His finger raises to your face, caressing your bottom lip. “Siempre estoy dedicado a ti.”

You had an urge to cry, you knew he meant every word he spoke to you. This moment of intimacy wasn’t easy for the both of you, he knew that you would never fully belong to him. He knew that that’s why he chased after you each time because you still gave away your love to him and he selfishly took it. Yet, in the end, you love Miguel, support and take care of him, and trusted him.

A part of you had been scared of him, he was right, you were terrified of what he could do. What he would do if you ever stopped loving him? So in moments like this, you weren’t sure if it was out of manipulation or truthfulness spilling out of you both.

Either way, you would do it a million times again to get a superficial love, at least you knew he cared in ways you could never imagine.

Miguel holds you, rubbing your face, pulling your chin, his face inches away from yours. He smiles at you, his lips attached to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth as you suck it. The both of you pull away, staring in awe at each other.

"You're mine, remember that," Miguel's voice was low and commanding. "No one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to taste you like this. Only me."

You look at him, desire filling your eyes as you have tears running down your cheek. “Please.” You whimper. Miguel's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, seeing the desire and vulnerability there. He wiped away the tears from your cheek with his thumb, his touch gentle despite his typically rough demeanor.

"Please what, mi amor?" he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of concern and possessiveness. "Tell me what you want, exactly."

He knew he could be intense, overpowering even, but he also cared deeply for you and wanted to ensure your needs were met. His dominant nature didn't diminish his capacity for tenderness, especially when it came to you.

“Want to feel all of you…please?”

Miguel's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and possessiveness as he heard your plea. He could feel his arousal building, but he wanted to take his time, to savor every moment.

A wicked grin curved his lips as he shifted on the couch, his hand reaching out to trail his fingers lightly along the curve of your thigh. His touch was teasing, barely grazing your skin, as he exerted his control over you.

"You want me to touch you, querida?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Then beg for it. Beg for my touch." He loved seeing you like this, vulnerable and desperate for his attention. It fueled his dominant nature, making him even more possessive.

But despite his words, he knew he couldn't deny you for too long. His desire was growing too strong.

“Please touch me, Miguel…wanna have your dick all in me, wanna feel your lips and fingers…please.” You whine, pouting at him.

Miguel's eyes narrowed as he watched you pout, a mixture of devotion and appreciation flickering across his features. He couldn't resist your plea any longer, not when you looked at him like that.

He swiftly moved his hand to your core, his fingers finding their way between your folds. He teased your entrance, making you ache for more, before slowly sliding a finger inside you. He relished in the way your body reacted, the way you clenched around him. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You're mine, and I'm going to make you feel it."

With his free hand, he rubbed his throbbing dick. Without hesitation, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust into you, filling you completely. His movements were rough, and possessive, as he claimed you as his own.

"You're mine, now and forever," he growled, his eyes locked with yours. "And I'm going to fuck you exactly the way I want."

His thrusts became faster and more forceful, each one pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of your moans mixed with his grunts filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

At that moment, there was no one else but the two of you. The world faded away, leaving only the raw intensity of your connection.

You were a moaning mess, holding onto Miguel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop baby, right there.”You moan as Miguel’s hand snakes up to your throat, gripping it.

Miguel's lips curled into a wicked grin as he heard your desperate pleas. He reveled in the power he held over you, in the way you surrendered to him completely.

He shifted his position, his hand firmly gripping your left leg and pushing it up, exposing more of your wet heat to his relentless thrusts. The change in angle sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan unabashedly. "Is that what you want, mi ángel?" he taunted, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and satisfaction. "You want me to fuck you relentlessly? To claim every inch of you?"

He didn't wait for an answer, knowing that your body spoke louder than words. His thrusts intensified, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

Miguel's grip on your throat tightened, his movements becoming more primal. He was close, so close to losing himself in the ecstasy of release. But he wanted to take you with him.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice husky and commanding. "Give me everything you've got."

And with that, he plunged into you with one final, powerful thrust, pushing you over the edge. The world around you blurred as pleasure washed over you, your body convulsing in the throes of an intense orgasm. Miguel followed suit, his release flooding through him as he emptied himself inside you, marking you as his.

As the waves of pleasure receded, you collapsed on top of him, his breathing heavy. He pulled you close, his arms enveloping you in a possessive embrace.

"You're mine, always," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that was reserved for you alone. "And I'll always take care of you, no matter what." He whispered, releasing your body and pulling your face close for a heated kiss.

Miguel wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. He could feel the exhaustion in your body, the aftermath of the intense pleasure you had just experienced together. His possessive nature softened as he felt the weight of your words.

"Mi ángel," he whispered, his voice filled with a rare tenderness. "I'll always protect you, take care of you, and love you." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers trailing soothingly along your back. In that moment, there was no need for dominance or possessiveness. It was just the two of you, connected in a bond that went beyond physical desire.

As you rested against him, he held you close, cherishing the intimacy and the love that flowed between you. And in the quiet moments that followed, he silently vowed to always be there for you, to be the person you could rely on, both as Miguel O'Hara and as The Devil.

As moments, blissful and sweet, you felt his body pull away from you, leaving your warm bed. Miguel placed his clothes back up, shaping in his original form, his long tail wrapping around his left leg as he stared down at you.

You turn to your closed door hearing footsteps make their way to you. Hearing a knock on the door your father's voice speaks up, forcing you out of your desired reality. “You okay in there? Can I come in?” He questions, and you yell yes, pulling your sheets up to you as you lay your head on your pillow.

You turn your head to the left, not seeing Miguel anymore, just your window halfway opened as the tree branches hit against it, and the wind coming into your room a bit.

He was gone in a blink, his lips still ghosting upon your ebony skin, as you controlled your breathing. You stared up at your parents who watched you in concern and confusion. He would be back, you knew it, you genuinely felt it as if he created a ritual to feel him. You became his Lilith, and he would use you repeatedly, till you lost your sense of mortality. Till you became his eternally.

You lay in regret realizing, you signed your soul to the devil. What scared you the most is you loved it.

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mcu-coworkers · 11 months

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Vampire

Summary: You tell Miguel his truths and in return he shows you his.

Word count: 1.9k+

Warnings: none really:]

A/n: Hello everyone welcome to long awaited part 4 as well as the final part to this little series! thank you guys so much for loving it I truly can't express how grateful I am for all of you I hope you love this ending and I hope to you all again in my next story! Also I will be attaching the tag list to this chapter since hopefully that makes it a little easier to find everyone. I hope everyone enjoys.xx

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It had been a week since you went back to HQ and you were starting to feel lighter.

In a way, telling Miguel your truth helped you get there.

Because now, you didn't have to keep thinking about the thought of what you’d say to him if you ever saw him again.

But you did see him again, and in your opinion, you said just the right things.

Suddenly you found yourself having more energy, listening to happier songs, and taking Milo on longer walks or fun adventures.

Things were finally starting to look up for you, so much so you actually thought about returning to the spider society to get back on fighting multiversal crime.

Right on queue Peter walks through the portal.

“You sure you wanna do this? You said you’d never come back.” he questioned remembering how he found you right after everything happened.

Thinking about it one more time, you smiled and turned on your suit.

“Yep, I'm just gonna lay low. Be a freelance spider with no commitment to a sector or anything you know?” you said reassuring yourself.

“Okay but I mean more like to get back in you’ll have to talk to Miguel. And he hasnt been in the best of moods lately.” he said watching as you walked.

Your smile only got wider as you made your way to the portal, for the first time you felt nothing.

No butterflies in your stomach and no heart beat skipping at the mention of his name.

Progress right?

Shrugging his shoulders Peter followed you in standing right beside you as you entered the busy hallways.

“Alright well I ‘ll leave you to it. I'm gonna take May Day to get her mid day nap.” he said walking away.

“See ya later Pete thanks for bringing me in.” you said waving him away.

As you made your way to Miguel's office you thought about what Pete said earlier, had he really been such a grump.

You’d think he’d be happier not having to deal with you.

But like always, nothing and no one could ever help that man no matter the case.

As you made your way up Miguel was practicing his speech with Lyla.

“... I didn’t mean what I said that day and if I knew the damage it would do I wouldn't have said it in the first place? Sounds stupid doesn't it?” he said, turning to face her.

“Yep, just like the first two times you said it. Miguel when you go find her you have to speak from the heart not from a piece of paper it just sounds so Scripted.” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Scripted? It's not scripted. I just think writing my thoughts down will help me pull it together.” he said huffing in frustration.

“How about this, you pretend im Y/n and tell me what you’d say, no notes just your thoughts. Right now.” she said sitting in a little AI chair she made for herself.

Thinking about it he just gave up.

“Okay but record it so I can take notes after.” he said, beginning to pace around the panel.

Sighing he began to get frustrated with himself, “Ay cono esto no esta sirviendo.” he said rubbing his face.

“Come on Miguel, get to it.” Lyla said, rushing him.

“This is stupid! Shes probably off with who ever the fuck Milo is having the time of her life because I , like the big fucking idiot I am, pushed her straight into his arms!” he said, at this point he was over the smashing and breaking things so he just leaned against his desk.

“It doesn't matter what I say anymore Lyla, She’ll never forgive me, she’ll never listen to me. I ‘ll never get to tell her that I love her and even if I did she’d never believe it because she thinks I am a big giant asshole.' ' he said lowering his voice as he got close to the end.

“But you know what? That Milo is one lucky soul, he gets to look into her eyes, make her smile, just simply be in her presence. He has everything I wish I had. Y/n.” he said, still looking down.

“ I was a vampire, sucking the life out of her and then just tossing her to the side like she meant nothing, when in reality she was fucking everything Lyla. Milo is one lucky guy.” he said, looking up at Lyla to see her smiling.

Confused by her reaction he was getting ready to ask.

“Milo is a dog, my dog.” you said, startling him.

“Dios mío (my god), Y/n? What are yo-what are you doing here.” he said, his heart practically racing out of his chest.

“Well I was here to ask for my place back in the society but I think I'm gonna go.. Yeah I'm gonna go.” you said as tears began to well up in your eyes.

There was no actual way you just heard all of that.

Looking between you and Lyla Miguel went after you.

“No no no wait just please.” he said, holding onto your arm.

Pulling back you felt anger, the audacity of this man.

“Who do you think you are? Huh? I was so in love with you Miguel! So stupidly in love with you because I thought you were this hero that helped everyone and you just needed someone to help you.” you said laughing to yourself.

“People told me to stay away from you, that you’d never accept the help or even my friendship. But I shook them off and thought they were crazy for not wanting to see through that rough surface you carried, but I did, I wanted to. I wanted to believe that I could break through and see the real you, but I realized there is no breaking through. That was it there was no surface, that's just who you are and it was all thanks to you. No one else helped me realize it, just you.” you said shoving a finger into his chest.

“And when I took that leap of faith and told you how I felt you kicked me to the curb, you bled me dry like a goddamn vampire. Because of you I almost gave it all up. I was so broken, so lost. All because I risked my place next to you and I lost it. But in reality I never had it. There was no place next you because you're Big bad Spiderman 2099 and you work better alone. Fine, work alone.” you said walking away, nope, not walking away you weren't done.

“ No you know what, it's not fair. You do not get to reject me and make me go through all of this to just turn around and say that you love me. You’re a vampire, Miguel O’hara. You just like to suck the life out of me and toss me to the side until you feel like using me again.” you said tears were beginning to fall.

“Y/n please, I never meant for you to feel like this, I just, I just want you to come back. I understand if what I said was too much but we need you here. I need you here.” he said, looking at you with soft eyes.

God he was making it difficult to walk away.

“If this is your way of getting some fucked up little thrill I wont do it, I wont.” you said looking at him with threatening eyes.

“ I know it's hard to believe what I‘m saying but could you atleast try? Dios mio mujer I‘m trying to confess my love for you and you're making it impossible!” he said, running his hands through his hair.

He fell for such a headstrong woman.

Looking at you again he decided to just go for it, “Oh fuck it.” he said looking at your lips.

“Wha-” before you could finish his lips were on yours and he was pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Putting your hand against his chest you considered pulling away but as he cupped your face and pulled you closer your hands found themselves making their way to the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

Pulling away, Miguel continued to give you pecs allowing you to catch your breath.

“Believe me now?” he whispered.

“Mmmm, still a little skeptical.” you said smiling as he leaned back in smiling into the kiss.

“Aww aren't you two just the cutest? Lyla please tell me you got that.” you heard startling you as you pulled away.

“Yup, got it all.” she said pointing to the recording hologram, “So good.” she said smiling.

You tried to detach yourself from Miguel but he continued to hold you tightly by the waste.

So instead you opted for hiding into his chest and smiling.

“What do you need, Parker.” Miguel said as he looked at the walking interruption.

“My friend who came to see the walking grump was taking a little long just wanted to make sure she made it out alive.” he said, covering May Day's bright eyes.

“As you can see she is alive and well, you can go now.” he said, putting his attention back on you.

“Alright, im gone you kids be safe, take it slow.” he said jokingly.

“Peter!” you yelped turning a bright shade red.

“So, I'm a blood sucking vampire?If I knew any better I‘d think you have a thing for vampires amor.” he said as he kissed down your neck gently grazing you with his fangs.

Moving your head to give him more space you moved your hands into his hair and pulled at the roots.

“Just one.” you said smiling as he brought his lips back to yours.

“Good. Because this ones gonna do more than suck the life out of you.” he said as he pulled you back in for a kiss.

Smiling into the kiss you pulled away trying to control your laughter.

Confused by your reaction Miguel just watched.

“You were je-jealous of my dog?” you said trying to catch your breath.

Shoulder slumping Miguel hoped you wouldn't bring that up.

“You're not letting that go are you.” he said looking at the wall.

“Oh no, never I do have to admit, he is one handsome boy.” you said bursting out in laughter.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” he said as he attempted to keep a straight face, hearing your laugh in his office again made it hard.

Finally, everything was how he wanted it.

You at his side, with a dog, but nonetheless at his side.

Now he just had to get Milo on his side too.

Did this mean he was a dog dad now?

“Wait Lyla did you know she was coming here?” he asked suddenly realizing that you just so happened to walk in at a perfect time.

“Yup, saw her on the surveillance footage and you were taking too long for my liking, you are welcome boss man.” she said, saluting him before disappearing.

Deciding to let it go he focused back on you, “worth it.”

Meanwhile Lyla was showing the other spiders the video collecting her winnings from the bets she placed.

“These damn AI’s always know everything.” Jess whispered under her breath.

She’d take it up with Miguel later, but for now… who knew he could be such a softy?

You did, more than ever now.

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countlessimagines · 9 months

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Romantic Homicide [PART ONE][ Miguel O’Hara x Reader ]

Summary: You slowly slip from Miguel’s hands, and it’s too late for him to realize.

A/N: Wanted to desperately make something angsty for Miguel and this song was the perfect choice!

Warnings: None that I can think of.

PART TWO HERE

SONG BASED FIC: ROMANTIC HOMICIDE BY D4VD

I'm scared

Miguel O’Hara was not the man you knew anymore. When he first arrived to your dimension, he found love with you, but he never would have admitted it if asked about it. He found a sense of peace and clarity just being with you and having you to hold. You were one of the first recruits that he brought on.

You were the shining star to Miguel’s dark world. He had never intended to get close to someone, after seeing how many spider men lost their true loves. He didn’t want to experience that pain, he felt foolish and naive for falling for you. He loved the way you both would swing next to each other, almost like a choreographed dance.

He was a very passionate person, but there was also the side of him that was cold and distant. At first, that side never came to light. It was amazing recruiting others and taking on the fight together.

Everything had been good… until it was not. Miguel had been messing with another dimension without you knowing, and it was one where he found out that you and him had a child that was orphaned. He thought he could manage being with you and going to the dimension to be with your daughter.

He had been so happy spending time with your daughter who was oblivious to losing both her parents. And he wanted to introduce you to your daughter, but feared you might see it as insane and wrong.

So he kept it a secret for the time being. But Miguel could not handle both dimensions - both lives, and eventually it caught up with him.

He lost your daughter and never told you anything about the double life he led behind your back.

It feels like you don't care

You had felt the change in Miguel. Instead of the open minded, excited-to-save-the-multiverse Miguel, you got the cold and distant lover.

He never intended to hurt you, but he never considered your emotions and what the toll of having to fight so many villains falling out of their dimensions can take on you. You were his accomplice, the person he could count on for everything and would drop anything to help out.

You were strong, but seeing the person who would kiss you so deeply it would make you feel as if nothing else mattered… seeing him slowly become irritable as if the weight of the multiverse was not on both of your shoulders.

Enlighten me, my dear

Why am I still here?

You began to grow frustrated when Miguel refused to join you for a simple meal and got angry at you for trying to make him leave his computers. He stopped showing signs of love and genuine affection to you. The days of sleeping in and messing with Miguel’s bed head, making out upside down on the ceiling, saving universes together were long gone.

At a certain point, you would only stay at the spider complex, helping out new recruits while Miguel would opt to take Jessica instead of you on missions.

You would bite your tongue and resume your duties as to not poke the bear.

I don't mean to be complacent with the decisions you made

But why?

Peter B. Parker was your favorite spider-man simply because he would always bring your favorite food made by Mary Jane and let you hold Mayday. He was your best friend, and the only person who would probably understand the pain Miguel was putting you through.

You had confessed to him the feelings you had bottled up, and he was confused as to where it all came from as Miguel never wanted your intimate relationship known to everyone else in fear of you being hurt.

It pained you to know Miguel wanted to keep you a secret, like you were some villainous person that could easily be taken back to their dimension in an instant. Like you were replaceable… and the thought nagged at you… had Miguel found another you?

Peter expressed that Miguel never even mentioned having a loved one, that he wanted no form of attachment after watching his daughter die in his hands.

You had not even known about his daughter, so the mere thought of him purposefully keeping this a secret made you feel worse. A daughter? Why did he never trust me to know about his daughter? Why did he never feel comfortable telling me?

You began to even question why you still stayed, if it was worth the stress and mental drain to be near Miguel - knowing he was keeping not only you a secret, but possibly more.

Mm. In the back of my mind, You died

And I didn't even cry. No, not a single tear

You watched as the man you loved slowly descended into madness, an obsession to be precise and catch anything and everything that was wrong. It began to feel like he never even slept anymore. He was a shell of a person, day in and day out. Staring at monitors, asking Lyla for help, and then leaving for some type of mission.

It was a horrible cycle that repeated in front of you.

Every time you tried to talk to him about how he was doing or what you could do to help, he brushed you aside and barely even looked at you.

It made you feel sick to your stomach, but you would always turn away, tears ready to fall. You were trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he kept you a secret for a reason… maybe, just maybe there was some type of reason he was acting this way with you.

But eventually you had cried enough over the man who no longer seemed to be the one who would call you his love, and the tears stopped.

And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive

You held our hope one last time, you invited Miguel to a dinner in your dimension. You set up your dining room with candles, delicious food, drinks, and a present containing the one single photo you had of the two of you.

But he never showed up. Lyla had sent a message to you telling you he got wrapped up in a mission and couldn’t make it. She seemed apologetic as she delivered the news, and she could tell you wanted to be alone.

You only said “okay” to her before ending the call, standing up, and dumping the present in the trash bin. You left your dining room and collapsed on your cold, unmade bed from when you had last left to be with Miguel.

In the back of my mind

I killed you

The next day, you heard absolutely nothing from everyone. Radio silence. You wondered if Miguel even knew if you were gone.

You stared at your watch that could take you to other universes, take you to Miguel. It was taunting you… a watch to see him but at a certain point, what cost did it come with?

You spent so much time going back and forth for him to not care at all. He was keeping your love hidden away in a room, for no one else to see. And at a certain point, he had forgotten about the room.

Finally, you had enough and no longer wished to have any type of temptation to go running back to him. There was no reason to go back.

You grabbed your hammer and began to repeatedly smash the watch into a million little pieces. Watching it crumble and break in front of you, made all the built up tears come back like a dam breaking open.

You screamed as tears poured, your heart breaking even more and feeling as if it could no longer take the hits.

And I didn't even even regret it

I can't believe I said it

You felt relieved to see the watch gone, to see the life with Miguel start to slip away, in the past.

But a part of you broke with the watch. The time spent with him felt wasted. You neglected your dimension for him and your duties as a spider-woman.

You felt angry that Miguel came into your life in the first place. That he was able to steal your heart and time and everything that made you happy was because of him.

You hated that he made you feel the way he did.

But it's true

I hate you

Months went on, no one dared to contact you in fear of Miguel finding out. He had been angry when he found out you had left, but he knew deep inside of himself that he was the reason why.

He forbid anyone to speak to you, though, because he feared you would make light of your relationship and how he let you slip away. He feared everyone would look at him as a weak, lonely, harsh leader. When he needed to remain steadfast.

You had returned to your normal way of life, learning to love yourself and help out those in need. While it was tame compared to multidimensional travel, it felt better for your soul.

However, one day after having such a long night trying to take down men who put targets on your back, you were wiping dirt and blood off your mask. In the corner of your eye, you could see a portal start to form in your living room. You were quick to put on your mask, readying yourself for it to be anyone.

But to your surprise, the most surprising person stepped through the large portal.

Hobie Brown.

Read part two here.

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funnyexel · 1 year

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Back For More - Miguel O’Hara x Black Female Reader

The sizzle of eggs frying in the pan echo throughout your kitchen. Practically rushing as you fry it on a low heat, moving back and forth between the kitchen and your room. Hoping it doesn’t burn. Placing a dress against your chest, you move your shoulders from left to right. Briefly imagining yourself wearing the clothing. Placing the perfect sundress on the bed, you check the time, running into the kitchen taking your eggs off the stove once and for all.

“Oh shit.” You sigh, seeing your eggs are dancing on the edges of well done and burnt.

Shrugging and eating it anyway, a tingling feeling glides up your back. Now that you’ve given it the time of day, you shiver at the thought. Ignoring it, knowing that you have somewhere important to be in less than an hour. Throwing the empty plate in the trash, you go to your room. Glancing towards your window for a moment, purposely leaving the blinds cracked as you take off your top. Breasts moving freely as you stride to the bathroom for a quick shower. Taking off your shorts and panties at the same time. Shower cap sitting comfortably on your head as you wash off the heat of the stares. The water moving irregularly each time your mind revisits you being watched. Although eyes aren’t on you at the moment, thankfully. Once you step out the comfort of your own bathroom, you feel dilated pupils drinking in your wet, dripping form.

Dropping the towel on the floor once you’ve dried your skin, you put on your skimpy underwear. Struggling to latch your strapless bra. You check your phone when you succeed. Cursing yourself at the fact you’ll be late for brunch. Rushing through your makeup routine and hairstyle, you still manage to look flawless as you slip on your flowery sundress. The noodled strap dress hugging your curves, plumping out your boobs and butt. All the while staying slightly modest with the length that went all the way to your ankles. Looking around for your sandals as you spray loads of perfume on your body, your head jerks towards the window. A shuffle heard close, almost like someone tripped on something. Brushing it off, you slip on your sandals and grab your purse. The main thing on your mind in the moment being, which route will get you to the restaurant the fastest.

Coming back to your humble abode three hours later, you drop your bag on the side table by the front door and huff. Smiling to yourself at the new memories you just made with your friends. Stumbling in the slightest as you make it to the kitchen for a glass of water, it presents itself to you. The water filled cup resting in your hand as if someone handed it to you. Gulping down the water, you roll your neck and shoulders. The feeling of being watched appearing again.

“Can we just talk.” You exclaim closing your eyes momentarily then opening them. “One conversation.” You slur.

When met with silence, you look out your window, the abandoned building across from you being empty to your glance. Shaking your head, you watch as your window opens for itself, unlocking its mechanism and sliding up, letting a stiff figure through the small space. Hovering over to you in a slow manner.

“I know you can hear me.” You point to the man, his feet connecting with the floor as he gains control over his limbs.

“If you have the guts to watch me you should have the same to talk to me.” You put your hands on your hips, looking up to this built man.

“I wasn’t watching you.” He sternly says, grabbing the top of his mask and yanking it off his head. “I was looking over you.”

“You really think I’d be in danger.” You plainly say, not amused. The water moving through your body is turning into irritation by each passing moment.

“First you wanna move out and now you wanna stalk me. The least you could do for me is answer one question.” You state, watching as he puts his mask aside on the granite counter.

“We aren’t getting back together. There, answered.” He moves his roughed up hair out his face and turns to leave.

“That’s not what I meant.” You grit your teeth, his body immediately going stiff and turning back to you unwillingly. The fluids in his body granting you complete control over him.

“What do you mean, hm? I’m trying to do my best. What do you want from me!” He raises his voice, looking down to you from his elevated position.

“DO NOT YELL IN THIS APARTMENT I PAY FOR!” You snap back.

“I’m sorry.” He hesitates his words, looking over you curiously.

“What did I do to you? Huh? Is it because of how I am now..? Because I can control it.” You plead, sobriety washing over you. And you immediately let him down.

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?” You ask, hands on your hips waiting for a response. Letting out a strong exhale, he takes a slow step towards you. Holding your hands weakly and moving his hands up your arms to hold you by the shoulders.

“We can’t get back together.” He says to you, leaning in and practically seducing you with how low his voice is.

“why not.” You whisper, swallowing thickly, “You refuse to tell me why…please.” You beg, looking up at him with glossy eyes and a small pout tugging at your lips.

“Stop that.” He defensively says, watching how the water builds up at the burrier of your eyes. Opening his mouth to say more but being at a lost of words. Blinking the innocent tears out your eyes, to which start the waterworks.

“Stop crying.” He utters, all resistance breaking at your vulnerability.

“hey,” you hear him as you weakly wipe the oasis of tears on each cheek, “look at me cariño.” He says, almost sweetly, his voice still having that rugged nature to it.

His bloodshot eyes capture you, not finding it in yourself to look away as he leans in. A burning sensation moving from your chest to your arms, legs and traveling up to your cheeks. Him kissing your right cheek, inhaling your scent all the while your mind is in overdrive with the amount of physical contact. Taking you a moment to release he’s resorted to licking away your tears, his sharp fangs brushing against the soft flesh of your tinted cheek. Watching him from the corner of your eye, he entraps you once more, using his index finger to turn your chin to him. Closing your eyes, your scared of what you know he’ll do.

Smashing your lips in a frenzy of heat and want, you hum into the kiss. Your fright leaving you once your hands reach up into his hair. The fluffy feel pleasant to your fingertips as you massage his scalp. His hands roaming freely down your waist, over your ass and squeezing your plush thighs. Breathing in each-others faces as you move your head from side to side in order to match up with his rapid movements. Breaking away from each other, you look at one another, inhaling and exhaling heavily. Reaching his hand behind your back, he unzips your dress and watches as you slip the straps off your shoulders. The dress tumbling into a pool of lively fabric on the floor.

Spinning your body around, he pushes you towards the counter, prompting you to lean on it. Ass perking up as he plays with the hem of your panties, lifting up the elastic and letting go harshly. The snaps and jolts from your body forcing him to smirk. Waiting patiently for him to make a move, you spread your legs more when his foot taps your ankle. Holding your breath when his finger grazes your pussy lips while pulling back the sticky fabric. Focusing your eyes on the bricked pattern on your kitchen back splash you fight to hold back a scream when he licks your clit. Parting your soaked lips with his tongue. Going as far as teasing your aching hole with a teethy kiss. A hot moan leaving your throat when his sharpened teeth brush against your heat. Using his whole mouth to engulf your pussy in his burning saliva, his tongue to play with your hole.

Feeling how you squish him tightly at his moments. Your mules and shrieks transitioning into a full on scream when his thumb rubs circles on your clit. Guiding you through your first orgasm and abusing your tired core with his quick licks and passionate kisses. Giving your pussy one last kiss he stands up. Looking over your shoulder dazed, he’s naked and sliding your underwear down your legs. Slouched back straightening at the sudden pushing of his dick forcing its way in your shuttering hole. You claw at the granite, running your fingers though your braids and tugging at the roots. Battling another scream when he pushes more, his hips fitting against the round of your ass perfectly. Moving your hips a bit you quickly get used to his abnormal size. The veins that pump through this hot blooded man, shifting along your mushy walls and sending shivering sensations through your stomach.

Snapping his hips into you, he huffs. Understanding how tight you are with every moment he makes. Pulling up to his pink tip and slamming right into your small hole. A mix of grunt and moan coming out your mouth, causing you to rise up off the surface. Doing short yet powerful thrusts, he holds the back of your throat, squeezing on the sides and lowering you back on the counter. Leaning over your body so he could press your face onto the cold material with his hand on your cheek. You view now being the front door and Miguels fit body. His six pack flexing with each slam of his hips into yours. Crossing your legs at the ankles, your pussy pulses more under his gaze, his eyes rolling to the back of his head for a second. At the heavenly feeling of you milking him.

“hm…hah..miguel please.” You plead, unsure of what you’re asking for in particular.

A feeling of estasy and euphoria washing over you as you whine loudly. Left leg shaking under you as you uncross your ankles and try to keep yourself from falling. Miguel leaning down on top of you, swallowing air as if he was holding his breath. Grabbing your waist when he feels you lose your footing under him. Deeply chuckling at your weaken legs, he lifts you off the counter and into his arms bridal style. Moving you to the couch he throws you onto the cushions. Your leg shaking as you sit up from your odd laying position. Pushing you in your chest, right below your collar bone your bare back hits the icy fabric.

“Quédate abajo,” He breathes chest heaving up and down, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He mutters, moving your legs to surround his hips and digging his knees into the couch. Once he’s situated, leaning forward over you and snaking his hand onto your neck. Loosely holding the flesh as he looks over your body to make sure you’re fine.

“You wanted to cry your way into my pants, hm? Pequeña zorra.” You nod to the best of your ability as he shakes you. Your mind not processing the language switch.

His one palm hiding your neck entirely, holding you in place as he slaps your sensitive pussy with his cock, and sliding it inside you. Grinding into you, his tip kisses your cervix and he pulls out, head tilting back for a moment as he sighs. Looking down again, he aligns himself up and snaps his hips back into you. A whine leaving your lips. His crimson eyes burning into yours and keeping your attention.

“keep makin’ those dumb noises…you dumb girl.” He huffs, croaking out a soft moan as you squeeze him tightly.

“oh fuck cariño, fuck, fuck!” He recites, pounding into you with each breath shattering stroke. Your gasps bringing him pleasure, your shaky legs giving a huge stroke to his ego.

“m-more…oh-“ You stutter shamefully, his hips speeding up, chasing his high as he bites his lip drawing blood.

Focusing your blurry vision on his blood dripping onto your stomach. But he doesn’t care, all you see is a man in heat. Chasing his own release as he uses you, seeing you as nothing more than his dumb play thing, a simple cock sleeve. And he gets what he wants. A steaming hot fluid flowing through your gummy walls as he continues to grind his hips into you. His elbows on either side of your head as he catches his breath above you. Your hands sneaking to his muscled shoulders, a small smile creeping to your lips as you rub and massage the tuff flesh. Right when you think he’ll collapse right next to you, he jumps up. Pulling you into his lap, his cum traveling down your womb and leaking out of your plugged pussy.

“You wanted this, remember?” He whispers against your cheek, getting no other response from you than a throaty moan.

A/n: Isn’t this man so fucking fine omg. When I saw him at the early release I swooned, even though he was trifling, he’s still so damn hot.