that recent miguel fic was so hot omg now I want to request one 😳. Imagine dbf!miguel sexting us while away at a business trip or while reader is out with friends or something (..or even over the dinner table while out with our dad.. maybe..) he’d definitely be writing the most poetic, romantic yet filthy and disgusting texts ever, like ones you’d have to take breaks after each sentence because oh my god..
& with his ancient ass hed most likely send nudes via email as well 😔 but we’ll eat it up every time!
HIDDEN CONNECTIONS ┈ ! ✶
₊❏❜ content⋮ dbf!miguel x f!reader. huge age gap. readers aged up (18+). dirty talk. sexting. porn w not much of a plot.
note⋮ i love reading through these requests, i love y’all so much 😭!! yet again, sorry for the wait, procrastination has been eating me alive lol. but without further a do, i hope you enjoy 🙈.
dividers by @cafekitsune.
you sighed, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as you browsed through the websites catalog, eyeing all sorts of styles. you wanted to up your relationship with miguel and try something new, so you decided to go lingerie shopping.
you scrolled through the petite section, bored out of your mind as you tried to look for something interesting and more erotical. you took a glimpse at the time, noticing that it was past midnight.
you raised a brow, "already? could've sworn it was eight a few minutes ago." you murmured to yourself as you glanced back at your screen, a baby pink set stood out to you and your eyes lit up, clicking on the link without hesitation.
the price was pretty expensive, but you marked it into your cart - just then a notification from gmail appeared at the bottom right of your screen.
it was from miguel.
miguel was your dads best friend, and you grew smitten by his charm growing up. at first you believed that it was a silly little crush that you’ll eventually get over, but that never happened.. instead your relationship with him began developing throughout your young adult years.
you sensed the irresistible tension and you started to question what the two of you were, and your question was answered when one thing led to another, both your clothes being discarded as things became heated in such a short amount of time.
but you struggled with your feelings, torn between your blossoming desires for miguel and the guilt associated with betraying your father's trust; but the age difference between the two of you only added a sense of excitement to your relationship, and both of you fell into the temptation of your desires, initiating an intimate connection, and that’s how you two got yourselves into a secret affair.
as you opened the email, the subject line immediately caught your eye. 'mi luz,' it read. miguel was about twice your age, and for some reason he always stuck to emailing no matter how many times you taught him how to regularly text — he believed emailing was better because they were more formal and easier to navigate.
you quickly opened the email and giggled, “esa linda sonrisa tuya ilumina mi día, y esos ojos tuyos iluminan mis noches."
a small grin curved upwards onto your glossed lips, it sounded kind of corny but you strove to decipher the meaning and intent behind each word. your hands flew across the keyboard as you quickly replied. “pfftt, you’re flattering me miguel. what’re you even doing up so late?” you pressed on send, and not long after you received a new notification.
“i’ve been thinking about you, i miss you. n' what's your excuse for being up so late hm? it's past your bed time nena.”
you could sense his teasing tone over the damn screen, and you couldn’t wipe off that cheeky grin of your face. your fingers hovered over the keyboard, you wanted to keep it a surprise, but the excitement got a hold of you first.
"well.. i was online shopping.. and came across this, what do you think of it?" you messaged along with the picture of the lingerie attached.
you waited eagerly for his response, like a puppy wanting to receive validation from its owner. maybe you should've waited, but you couldn't keep surprises a secret.
"why? are you planning on seducing me with that little outfit, chiquitita?”
a mischievous grin plastered onto your face reading his reply.
“maybe, maybe not, but you didn’t answer my question. do you like it? y'know, easy access.”
“the lace is pretty. yea i like it, and you're right. it does have such easy access. i’d love to see you in that.”
you chuckled, switched tabs and clicked on the checkout option. you filed in the credit card information along with the address, admitting the final 'confirm payment’ button.
“well you’re in for a surprise when you get back from your trip mister." you typed, "how much longer do i have to wait until i get to see you, you know i don't like waiting, i really miss you.”
“aww, getting needy aren’t we? i’ll be back home around this week darling. can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me. i’m looking forward to splitting those pretty legs of yours open and play with that pretty pussy until your soaking wet on my fingers.” he wrote back as you overlapped your legs to feel your clit pulse in your panties.
“i really miss you mig. just want you to sink your fingers into my hole and tell me how much of a good girl i am. i need you to come home n’ fill me up, fuck me into this damn mattress.”
“i want to come home just as badly as you want me to, but we both know that this business trip is important. but i promise you that i’ll bully my cock into your weeping pussy and fuck my cum into your tummy.”
your heart raced and you squeezed your legs tighter as you read email, as you and miguel continue your fiery exchanges, the emails become more explicit.
his filthy words made you palpitate, and he never failed to noticeably make an impact on you, you always found yourself drenching your undies. “fuck yes. use me, want you to pound your cock into me, m so wet at the thought.”
“yea? que putita eres mi amor, show me how much of a slut you are, show me how wet you get from telling you how good i’ll fuck you chiquitita.”
you sat up eagerly, slipping your sleeping shorts down to your thighs as you clicked on the small camera icon. slowly but lewdly you spread your legs, your hand came down to rub at the wet patch on your panties. your cursor hovered over the white button as it snapped the photo, and with another click you hit send.
your grew hot and impatient as you began pressing on the sticky nub over the drenched fabric. it was ridiculous how you were sexting using via email, but it only served to make you beyond hornier with the new adjustment.
“shit baby, look at how you’re fucking dripping. why don’t you go and hump your pillow, yea? tease your little cunnie for me, wanna see your cute pussy wetting the bed. i just know you’ll be letting out the most cutest noises while thinking of how i’ll fucking ruin you when i get back.”
heat raced through you and towards your core, you had to pause to take a deep breath.
holy shit.
you felt your cheeks go hot, and you reached for the pillow as you happily obliged, eagerly kicking off your panties and thighs cradling the soft silk as you settled your warmth into the pillows edge.
you let a soft moan feeling your clit pulse again. you bunched up your blanket and placed it underneath your abdomen as you leaned forward, stomach pressed up onto the bed sheets and the comfort of your blanket.
your page refreshes and your met with another email from miguel, this time there was a few images attached to his message.
you opened it and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. his belt was undone and you could visibly see the pink leaky tip sticking out of the confinements of his boxers, the second image displayed the underside of his fat girth and you felt yourself beginning to drool, the third photo portrayed his thumb rubbing on his slit as a string of his arousal stuck onto on his thumb, showing you just how sticky he was and the caption overall made you bite your lip.
“gonna put you on all fours, y te voy a poner al reves, te veras tan rica mientras te lo hago por detrás.”
you slowly roll your hips, your slick dampening the fabric and you effortlessly slide against the cushion. you moaned, tilting your head to the side and drifting deeper in thought. you start to think of him atop of you, his body fervid against yours, his heated lips attached to yours, his pelvis snug into yours as his cock splits you open — your hips hump the pillow faster and you whine out in euphoria.
your thighs tensed around the soft pillow and you feel your pussy practically flutter. with another rough roll of your hips you stutter, clit pulsing as you gush onto the bed sheets.
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Cuál es tu proceso a la hora de dibujar? Como buscas referencias y llegas a la idea que quieres plasmar
Tu arte es hermoso btw, es el tipo de cosas que me gustaría hacer
Yo me la paso mucho en Pinterest agarrando inspiración y también pienso como puedo combinar las cosas que me gustan estéticamente.
Por ejemplo, a mi me gustan mucho la naturaleza, las estrellas, las perlas, las mariposas, cosas que brillan! Entonces pienso como puedo dibujar exactamente eso, nunca quiero dibujar algo que no me puede hacer al menos un poquito feliz, sea trabajo o solo para mi.
Ah, y también algo un esfuerzo para tener originalidad.... Si estoy dibujando algo básico como un gato, yo me pregunto "ok como puedo hacer qué esto sea mas interesante para mi y no exactamente como todos los gatos en el internet" y puede hacer algo pequeño como un estilo diferente, una bufanda muy larga or oídos que iluminan. Cositas así lol
Ojalá que esto ayude un poquito...no siempre soy la mas buena con explicaciones. Muchas gracias por el apoyo 🤍
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Se despierta lentamente, gracias a los gentiles rayos de sol que iluminan la estancia tras atravesar las translúcidas cortinas de lino. Poco a poco va recuperando la consciencia: está en su habitación, en la habitación en la cual lleva casi toda su vida despertando, una habitación que podría pertenecerle a una princesa de cuento si fuera quizá más infantil.
Sin embargo... Se despierta mucho más feliz de lo que podría haber estado nunca antes entre esas sábanas, pues se da cuenta de que le acompaña nada más ni nada menos que su amada. Le dedica una larga mirada a la cara de @goldensheriff, a lo a gusto que parece, y a su plácida respiración.
Sonríe y se acurruca un poco contra ella, soltando un suspiro de felicidad. Es solo su segundo día en Galar, y pese a que echa mucho de menos su Rancho en Biscuit, siente que ya ha descansado todo lo que tenía que descansar. Ha dormido mejor que nunca, como si hubiera dormido por un mes... Aunque mentiría si dijera que no echa de menos ese viejo y estrecho colchón que tienen en casa que se deforma fácilmente bajo el peso de su mujer.
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