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Me, while staring at a wall unblinkingly: do you think buggy sometimes detaches his head to suck his own weewee?

there's no need to subscribe, i'm a very slow writer (literally the tortoise speed)

not even sure there's gonna be some more miggy×reader stuff coming from me any time soon, i ain't got much to tell now, guys and ghouls

Hey what's up

It's been just a few days and i finished the 3d chapter of my zemobucky fic

That one is a fluff/smut + sitcom cringe

Hope you'll like it

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someone said "faking an orgasm with miguel is impossible"

so i said "nothing is impossible, baby gorilla" and wrote THIS

enjoy..?

+18; Miguel O'Hara × spider-girl!reader; memes, crack and a bit of smut; one phrase in Spanish; no uses of y/n

Your made up moan forces a low growl out of him. Right into your folds. Not like it was unpleasant or anything, but you were too distracted to notice it.

Now, why were you on your phone when Miguel O'Hara was eating you out like a gentleman?

Oh, that's because you agreed to meet up with your spider gang to watch a movie and you were already late, texting them "sorrys" and "brbacks".

Because Miguel is a feral beast and he pinned you to the wall when you were ready to head out, but you didn't mention that part.

A short "no" didn't cut it. A "i promised them" didn't work either. And since you're just unable to dismiss this man, you agreed because now he promised you to be quick.

Another lie you were facing currently, because it's been more than fifteen minutes during which you couldn't focus on his tongue circling your clit at all, because you were anxious.

Well, what can you say? The movie promised to be good, you kinda genuinely wanted to see it with your new friends.

But today promises seemed to be nothing but a lie well told.

"Oh, i'm cumming..." Jesus fucking Christ, that was so unrealistic you mentally smacked yourself in the face. Did Miguel also notice, or you just imagined that low rumble under the sheets? "Oh, wow, so good..."

How much more cringy can it get? You'd burst into laughter if you weren't texting into the groupchat right now.

Truth be told, it felt good. But Miguel always took his time with you, enjoying every whimper and moan rolling off your tongue, like it were angels singing. It was kinky, but not today. Today time is money, and in that case literally.

You let out another fake moan and slightly twitched your hips for a more plausible effect. Make 'em believe it feels good and they feel like champions afterwards. A motto that right now was useful.

Or wasn't it..?

Miguel's head poked out from under the sheets. A scowl on his face present.

"And what even was that?"

He snarled, showing off his fangs. A sight that usually made your heart rate speed up. Now? Only made you hum in thought.

"An orgasm?"

The silence was tangible as fuck now. O'Hara didn't even flinch when another fake smile appeared on your face.

Yeah, he called dibs on bullshit even before you opened your mouth, that's for sure.

"Miggy, i told you, i'm late!" You protested, lightly shaking your phone with an open groupchat. "Very sweet of you to show me this courtesy, but the guys are waiting for me in the theater!"

"You'll have to call it off." His hot breath on your skin makes you slightly shiver. "I'm not letting you go until i hear you pleading my name for more."

"In that case i'm not going anywhere at all!" You still pout, despite how sweet it feels when he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh.

"That's why you'll call it off." Miguel hoarsely snickers in between your legs.

An eye roll from you doesn't change his mind at all.

"Miggy..." You start with a sly smile before flipping him off. "Vete a la mierda."

"I regret teaching you this." He sighs, pressing his cheek to your inner thigh.

"And i regret agreeing to this." You point with your free hand at O'Hara between your legs, which only makes him smirk.

And that's not his typical smug smirk at all. It's kind of predatory. Hot and dangerous? Yeah, that was it.

"You'll change your mind in just about now..." He hoarsely whispers before sinking his sharp canines into your sensitive flesh.

You loudly gasp, one hand already finding its way into his hair to tug on it desperately. As if that could ever make him stop.

Never in your whole relationship this worked, not even once. After a night well spent, you were always covered in those love bites, not just thigh wise.

And Miguel knew exactly what it did to you, how you can barely hold yourself just now, biting on your bottom lip so hard it draws blood. All that just to prevent a loud moan from escaping your mouth. And he seemed really intended to hear it, his two fingers slipping into you with ease as his thumb circled your now throbbing clit.

Jesus fucking Christ...

You mentally smacked yourself once again as your back arched in pleasure, a chocked moan finally finding its way out of you.

"Now that's much better, cariño." Miguel cooed before pressing another kiss to the love bite.

Were you fucked? Well, yeah, both literally and metaphorically.

Does it feel good? Absolutely, one hundred percent, big fat cock "yes".

However, there was a problem.

An open groupchat.

...

pavitr_loves_you:

guys, i'll go get popcorn! any requests?

gweaanda:

extra butter, please

kilometer_moralfull:

ooh!

i wanna try the blueberry one!

pavitr_loves_you:

got it 😉

capitalism_sucks:

pav wait up

i'll go with you

kilometer_moralfull:

anyone seen arachne?

capitalism_sucks:

nope

but i bet she got stuck in webs again

pavitr_loves_you:

🤔

gweaanda:

where is she at?

the movie starts soon

:arachnophobe is recording a voice message:

gweaanda:

finally!

what takes you so long?!

arachnophobe:

▶️---------0:02

kilometer_moralfull:

OMG

gweaanda:

...

sounds like someone is having fun already

capitalism_sucks:

it could be a metaphor

pavitr_loves_you:

what's in it? i can't listen yet, i'm paying up 😩

kilometer_moralfull:

PAVI DON'T !!!

HOBIE GET HIS PHONE RIGHT NOW

pavitr_loves_you:

already on it 👹

damn he got so many emojis

gweaanda:

yeah, anyways...

something tells me she's not coming

capitalism_sucks:

nah it sounds like she is

kilometer_moralfull:

PLEASE STOP ???

...

sorry not sorry..? ;)

Catposting Part 1 (or "There was not a single thought behind his eyes")

For my fellow MIGUEL O'HARA × FEM!READER lovers (forgive me father for this brain rot)

Anyways, MDNI --- NSFW headcanon below (one but juicy like Miggy's a-), swearing (obv) and (maybe, just maybe) self-projected kinks (we are all delulu for this man, let's face it)

☆☆☆

• first things first - let's all agree Miguel is a very passionate lover (and i don't mean he just fucks you roughly, he knows how to be gentle and rub you just the right way to make you see stars)

• he's a man who knows how to balance out his hunger for you, though sometimes he gets a bit carried away

• you just make his head spin in circles, he can't help himself

(and now's the time for that headcanon)

• he just LOVES to please you. Miguel eats you out like a true gentleman he is, and the best part is - it's just the thing that gets him off as well

• my guy can finish without even touching himself once - just hearing you plea and whimper as you squirm and roll your hips under him is enough for him to cream his pants

• you haven't gotten down from your high for what feels like hours (what orgasm was that, 7th? 8th? you stopped counting a long time ago)

• your wrists are stuck to the bedhead with Miguel's webs tightly wrapped around them, cutting off blood circulation almost completely yet you don't feel them get numb, your head too high in the clouds to notice

• your throbbing clit so overstimulated that every touch forces a series of choked moans out of you as you reach your peak yet again, rolling your eyes in pure ecstasy

• you do, however, notice Miguel's grip on your thighs tighten, nails digging deeper into your skin as a low growl rumbles in his throat and right into your folds, making you whimper his name breathlessly

• a moment of calm follows, as you both try to compose yourself - his forehead pressed to your inner thigh, his hot heavy breath tickling your skin; eyes closed shut, your juices dripping down his chin - the whole sight just so captivating it makes you whine

• Miguel glances up at you - eyes drowsy and pupils wide blown, like he genuinely was intoxicated - he is, but on YOU, and he makes it known, as the corners of his lips curl up into a grin and he bites your inner thigh teasingly

• that's enough for a familiar knot to form inside your core as another whiny moan of his name rolls off your tongue

• and that settles how the rest of the night is gonna play out

☆☆☆

(i feel like i need a shower after that... and jesus)

I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way

making up a fic in my head with sylus × mc and in this reality their relationship is insaneee

like, please, they are so unhinged together. but imagine a slowburn where with each chapter it just goes downhill. like at first mc would undeniably call sylus a "winged freak" and they would bicker nonstop (sy loves to mess with people). and then as their relationship slowly evolves into longing it progressively gets worse because now everyone has to tolerate how bittersweet those two are.

on top of that imagine the silly nicknames. i just wish there was a fic where all the characters have to team up and by that time sylus and mc are together and everyone else is just so done with it.

if mc called sy a winged freak before now it's caleb who picked up that habit because he lowkey jealous and overprotective and sylus is having so much fun watching him fume with anger but unable to do shit because mc picked him and not caleb. and sy would smirk and use all kinds of mockery to fume caleb more. his favorite is "gear head" but, oh, "swiss army man" rocks too.

zayne trying to deescalate things and calling sylus mc's "feathered friend" to which sy snorts and responds with yet another nickname making zayne frown. because "frosty the snowman", really?? XD

rafayel who obviously called sylus "the dragon prince" more times you could count and sylus who always mocks him back with "drama queen". on rather pissy days sylus uses "merman" and it immediately makes his day 10 times better.

with xavier it's easy as day - the "sleeping beauty". even mc jokes the same and xavier doesn't mind much because he's the most calm and collected out of them all. he doesn't even have a nickname for sylus which at first weirded all out. but the way xavier says his name makes it clear he's degrading the man and sy got used to it pretty quickly and learned to distinguish between annoyed xavier and calm xavier by just his tone of voice.

and now imagine a scene where they're all together and have to team up. they can't stop bickering and mc tries to reason but sy just goes "i'm not working with your disney princess squad". because, again: xavier - sleeping beauty, zayne - elsa, rafayel - ariel. "and the ugly beast" sylus adds, staring caleb dead in the eyes with a shit eating grin.

deescalate the fight, my ass.

i just think it's really funny, i wanna do it :(

chilchuck!