#potchy-writes

[berry-potchy]

Dad's Best Friend!Miguel O'Hara blurb because I'm obsessed

I love the DBF!Miguel O'Hara scenarios that have you sneaking around and fucking while your family is around and unaware BUT consider:

DBF!Miguel O'Hara who offered to let you stay at his place when you moved out for college. You don't have to worry about rent or anything because he'll take care of everything. He'll take care of you.

It all seemed so good and innocent at the start. You even got to have the place to yourself most of the days because of his demanding job. Miguel said you can bring your friends over but no romantic partners or flings allowed. Not that you had anyone in that way when you're so busy yearning for Miguel. You've had a crush on him since forever and every time you tried to get into a relationship or have sex with anyone, anyone your age, your mind always compared them to Miguel. For the longest time you were hopelessly yearning, convinced that he'd never return your feelings until one night.

You were lying in bed trying to catch your breath after fucking your pussy raw with your vibrator thinking about how hot Miguel looked that morning in his nice suit, ready for an important business meeting he had. You were about to fall asleep when you felt the bed dip and suddenly Miguel was pulling you close to him, your back against his chest. Your bare ass still wet from your own slick, flushed against his erection and the only barrier that separated you was the same sexy suit you had been fantasizing about. He was so big, he felt bigger than how you imagined him and your cunt throbbed, seemingly ready to be used and abused again.

He kissed your neck, licking and sucking, marking you as his while murmuring how long he had been wanting to do this. He heard you moaning his name when you thought he was going to come home late and he immediately called in his office to tell them he's taking a sick leave. He's going to spend that time fucking you, on every surface in the house, making up for all those times you teased him in the mornings just walking around in an oversized shirt and no bra. You didn't even wear shorts around him, gave him a show of your cute ass, trying to reach mugs from the high kitchen shelves. He had to go shamefully jerk off in his car just so he didn't have to go to work with a very obvious boner. How'd he explain that to your dad when he inevitably bumped into him in the office? His precious little daughter living under the same roof as this pervert?

Hearing you moan his name while you fucked your slutty cunt was the last straw, all his self restraint went out the window. He took your vibrator from your hand and let it overstimulate your swollen clit but immediately take it away when he feels you almost going over the edge. You whine and beg him to let you cum but he just laughs. He promised you'll cum plenty of times, more than you can handle.

Of course he eats your pretty pussy out and fuck you all night in so many different ways, in positions you never even heard of. Your pussy was swollen and oversensitive, and you're pretty sure your cervix is deliciously bruised. Miguel kisses your pussy as an apology but gets distracted and tongue fucks you and makes you cum again.

You slowed down some time in the morning. Miguel made you breakfast but soon enough you found yourself bent over the kitchen counter getting railed again. You don't know how this man had that much stamina at his age. You were getting close to cumming when you heard your phone ring. Your dad was calling you. You helplessly looked back at Miguel, expecting him to stop so you can pick up the call but he didn't stop and clicked the answer button for you. Your dad happily greets you over the phone wondering how you're doing and you tried to keep your voice steady and told him everything's good and uni was going great. Miguel leaned over, pressing his chest on your back and driving his cock deeper and harder into you. It took everything in you not to cry in pleasure and you wondered if your dad can hear the erotic sounds of Miguel's cock abusing your sopping wet hole and his balls slapping your aching clit.

Your dad told you he heard Miguel was taking a sick leave which he has never done befor. He was convinced that he must be really sick for that workaholic to finally take a break so he asked you to take care of his best friend for him. You told him not to worry because you were taking really good care of him.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x female reader #potchy-writes #potchy-thoughts #spiderman 2099 x reader #dbf!miguel

[hychlorions]

couldn’t afford klavier tsum... of course my solution was to diy him

#no pattern btw i forgot to write down what i was doing so now i have no idea how to make a second one #.docx #this is mochi :D #or mochi potchi fuwa fuwa puffy wuffy samurai edgeworth #but known professionally as mochi #she is mauling him to death :D

[yumpty-dumpty-inactive]

could I request... ahhh ahhh.... ahhhm.... could I request some cute fluffy anything with Lisa?

*hands you the crumpled bill, some spare coins, and potchi candies i have left in my wallet* please take accept my offering o great one 🥺👉👈

yumpty talks: aw,, I'll accept your offering but only if you let me love you o great anon (that's a fantastic name for an anon-) askaksakaks-

this was also my first time writing for Lisa, so please tell me if I did her character okay, I felt a little wonky with the finished product myself :'D

characters included: lisa

firstly, lisa loves reading with her (S/O). knowledge is power, after all

she loves having you in her lap or vice versa... not even in a sexual way, she just finds it comforting.

another activity she loves to do with her (S/O) is actually cooking!

she might not seem like that good of a cook, and trust me, she isn't but she still enjoys cooking with her (S/O) anyways <33

something is burned every time, even if you're a better chef than xiangling.

she also enjoys napping with you, because who wouldn't want to nap with Ms. Lisa, right?

when you two sleep, she is holding you. hands down.

walks around mondstadt are common as well, and you sometimes stop at good hunter for a meal <3!

she also loves giving you little gifts too!! and you'll often find a small gem, a purple rose, or a cute puzzle piece

she also loves to shower you in physical affection, and LOVES temple kisses

they're so cute and easy for her, and she also enjoys them so I guess that's a plus-

neck kisses are also big for her, not ALWAYS sexually

she just finds them sweet and more...private than other kisses

she can also hide her face in your smooth neck,, so-

YEP

lastly, she loves potion making with you

okay, you had this one coming. be honest.

just the sight of you frantically scrambling to grab a beaker can make her squeal from the cuteness of the sight before her

when things explode, you both just start laughing.

it's a sight to behold, and Lisa treasures the special moments with you, considering the uh....spell.

she always gives you an oversized lab coat to make you look even cuter, and she finds it HILARIOUS when the goggles droop down you face

REALLY LISA IT'S NOT FUNNY >:'|

#yumpty // → post ! #yumpty post :D! #lisa #genshin lisa #lisa fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact lisa fluff #lisa x reader #lisa x yn #lisa x y/n #lisa x (Y/N) #lisa x you #<33 #I hope you liked this <33!

[crispinkreme]

kamusta 1-braincell squad i hope ur doing well *tosses a bag of potchi* meron akong tanong para kay sina mal at lolo tomas <3 i'm writing headcanons for yall and may i interview you shortly for them :p how would you court an easily flustered y/n ? (bas and cris feel free to reply as well)

Basilio is currently out pa because Alex made him to “deep clean” his room peroooo that's not what the answer you're looking for diba? Crispin couldn't open this account because someone changed the password and I ain't snitching which one of us.

Also bold of you to assume that Dominic only has 1 brain cell. That aswang has more than that pero thank you for the potchi...kahit na wala sa amin kumakain ng potchis.

For me, I honestly know that I can be a little “too much” especially if I'm courting someone who is easily flustered. I'd try to tone it down as much as I could pero I would think it's cute. Personally would enjoy bringing them sa mga karera ko. I want to show them off to the world and just be a proud manliligaw. I also probably would take them to a fancy date sa Quezon City or kahit sa BGC.

Pero we can also just visit sa Oras Place arcade or kahit sa perya and I would try to win a prize for my lovely nililigawan or we can just chill late at night sa park in BGC, looking at the stars. Just enjoying each other's presences.

Like user thepurple-diwata, I would do anything for my nililigawan. No question asked.

- Maliksi

What would I do? Maybe you should have asked what I won't do and that's all the things Mister Kabayo said. I don't do grand gestures, it's mostly a pat on the head, kissing their forehead, and giving them affirmations na sure na ako sa desisyon ko pero sure ba siya? Joke lang.

I enjoy doing more intimate things far from the spying eyes, yes, ikaw tinutukoy ko Nuno. Tusukin kita diyan. Anyways may it be holding their hand, whispering “ikaw ang mga tala na nag gagabay sakin sa dilim” o kaya bringing them flowers and leaving my spare clothes for them to wear. I might not act on it a lot pero seryoso ako sa nararamdaman ko.

If there's a single person that stepped out of line, you could start praying, but I doubt they'd hear a dead man screaming.

- Dominic

#.Maliksi Takes Over #.Dominic Takes Over #.Maliksi and Dominic Answers #How do we make ligaw? #trese #trese netflix #trese comics #trese meme #trese x reader #trese maliksi #trese dominic

[translationtvshow]

INCO 4035 - Translation TV Show - iCarly

University of Puerto Rico in Utuado

Department of Office System and Business Administration

 INCO 4035 – Business Translation

Professor:  Sonia Abele Sisnero

 Work team:  Kelvin Lisboa Huertas, Sharnetmarie Pagán Viruet, Coralis Maldonado Rodríguez, Kristal N. Rivera Ocasio y Joanis Irizarry Cruz

 Assignment: Blog of the Comedy TV Show

TV Show:  ICarly

Episode:  “Carly’s Mos Sus Moments in the New iCarly” NickRewind translated to Spanish

“Tenemos que hablar... ahora.”

- “Estoy empacando una escultura para Leap In.”

- “¡Maldita sea! Argentina está manipulando a todo el mundo.”

- “¿Manipulando? Más bien ayudando. El otro día, mi contador dice: "Necesito deducciones de impuestos". Lo siguiente que supe es que Argentina dice: "Puedo donar una de mis esculturas a Leap In como una deducción de impuestos".

- “¿No crees que eso es un poco conveniente?”

“Es como si se adelantara.”

- “Cálmate, Nancy Drew.”

- “Tendré, ya sabes, Nancy Drew tuvo libros exitosos, un número de spin offs de televisión y podría fácilmente hacer el trabajo de dos Hardy Boys. Así que, gracias por el cumplido. ¿Estás pensando lo mismo que yo?”

- “Sí. ¿Por qué tengo tanto patio rojo?”

- “¿Has visto alguna vez un drama de HBO, Harper? Así es como los "y" atrapan a la gente. Mira aquí, Nora. ¿Por qué estabas en la cafetería, eh, Nora? Siempre tienen poca leche de cabra.”

- “Sí, es porque la robo para ti. ¿Es esa una foto de pasaporte del Hombre Muffin? ¿Por qué lo pones ahí?”

- “Alegra el lugar.”

- “Tu juego de acosador, c'est magnifique”

- “Wow”

- “Oh, me gustaría poder llorar.”

- “¿Por qué no puedes? No hay conductos lagrimales.”

- “No quiero arruinar mi maquillaje.”

(Risas)

- “Oh, Carly, viste a la mujer orinar. Déjalo.”

¿Dejar pasar esto? De acuerdo.

(Jadeando)

- “¿Por qué me has tirado esto?”

- “Uh ... tradición de la boda.”

(Risas)

- “Los imanes simbolizan la atracción de por vida”

- “Pero una pregunta rápida. ¿Por qué se pegó a tu cabeza?”

- “Oh, uh, no quiero hablar de ello.”

- “Somos todos amigos. Danos la descarga.”

- “¿Son flores de "te quiero" o de "lo siento"?”

- “Son para ti de parte de un fanático que hace que por favor borren nuestra dirección de internet para que pueda sentirme segura en mi propia casa flores.”

- “Feliz cumpleaños. No”

- “Me gustan las flores.”

- “Oh, ¿deberíamos hacer un brindis?”

- “Sí”

“Por Brooke... por recuperar su coche para poder estar aquí.”

- “Aw, y por Freddie, por hacer un brindis tan dulce.”

- “Y por mí, por... abrir la puerta.”

(Risas)

- “Hola a todos, he vuelto. Sé que ha pasado un tiempo, pero os espera algo realmente emocionante.”

- “¿Carly?”

- “Oh”,

- “Hey Cool shape.”

- “Sí, es un símbolo... para Carly y Oh. ¿No te dan ganas de pararte a ambos lados y ser todo...?”

- “S-Seguro. Un poco”

- “Mira a todas esas mujeres... a-y tú y ese tipo; una camaradería de hermandad, uniendo las manos para decir "Podemos arreglarlo nosotras mismas".

- “Voy a empezar a tomar notas ahora. ¿Sabes dónde empieza la clase, Millicent? Aquí.”

- “Esa es tu clavícula.”

- “No puedo esperar a aprender todo lo que hay que saber sobre los coches. Realmente soy una persona renancentista, pero lo mas importante es que voy a poner a Vin Diesel en plena forma.”

- ¿Vin Diesel, ganador de premio MTV a la mejor camiseta sin mangas? Está en perfecta forma.”

- “oh el nombre de mi auto es Vin Diesel. Ayer este tipo de cobrarme $15.000 por las reparaciones.”

- “Ugh. Lo peor. Pero te va a encantar el instructor de esta clase. Es tan paciente e inteligente y cuando muestra que tenías que afinarlo, es casi ... tierno.)”

- “Siempre que sea honesto. No puedo soportar a otro estafador astuto como ese tipo que conocí ayer.”

- ‘Estafador astuto? Suena como un idiota.”

- “si, el seguro) (gritando)”

- “tú”

- “hola”

- “Me tomó un minuto darme cuenta ... pero Sand tiene sombra. Es un MLM.)”

- “Nud-uh. ¿qué es eso?”

- “Marketing multinivel, es un esquema piramidal. las empresas consiguen que compres una gran cantidad de productos falsos que no puedes vender porque no funcionan. Entonces, su única salida es reclutar más vendedores. Lo aprendí todo en mi podcast favorito, Scam Empress.”

- “Eso no es lo que está pasando aquí.”

- “mm, mantienen a los vendedores interesados con premios baratos, títulos elegantes y moneda falsa sin valor. Verificar, verificar y verificar, verificar.”

- “Dijiste que los productos MLM son falsos, pero Sand funciona. Estoy tranquilo, Spencer es sentitivo y Freddie es tan valiente que involuntariamente renunció a su trabajo. Ahora, si me disculpan, tengo que prepararme para un evento de ventas de Sand-sational. Tengo la cabeza en la arena y se queda ahí.”

- “Harper, ¿qué te parece?”

- “Estoy pensando ... ¿te llevas Amex?”

- “exclusivamente”

- “Aquí tienes un formulario de membresía y puedes quedarte con el bolígrafo.”

- “Gracias”

- “¿Carly, ¿cómo estás?”

- “No, qué bueno soy buena para las plumas.”

- “si no te unes, nunca volverás a ver a Harper. Porque ella estará tan ocupada aquí”

- "Porque estará muy ocupada aquí en Leap In.

- "Sí, pero no necesito un espacio de trabajo. Puedo usar el estudio donde grabo "

- iCarly? ¿Tres millones de suscriptores 60% mujeres en el codiciado grupo demográfico de 18 a 49 años?

- "¿Cómo lo supiste?"

- "Conozco mis métricas" Me encantaría estar en tu programa. Podría hacerlo el jueves a las 2:00 o podrías venir aquí, lo que sería mejor para mí ”

- "Sí, definitivamente regresaré aquí voluntariamente"

- "Gracias. Snow Kwamie Seets por conectarnos este fin de semana. Mis amigos y yo nos estamos divirtiendo mucho todos juntos en el mismo lugar en este momento. ¿Ahora que? Bueno. Sí, ya voy. Supongo que es mi turno de bailar en la barra. Me tengo que ir."

- "¿Otra dama solitaria?"

- "Quiero decir, estoy solo, pero no estoy solo. Claro, me abandonaron en el viaje de mi chica porque traje a mi mejor amigo y aparentemente trajo su juego "A" pero ...

- No, ese es el nombre de tu bebida. ¿Quieres otra dama solitaria?

- Oh. Sí, por favor.

- ¡Todos estamos reservados para el viaje de cumpleaños de Carly a Snoqualmie Falls!

- ¡Sí !, ¡Whoo!

- ¡Viaje de cumpleaños a Snoqualmie Falls! ¡Sí! Ustedes se van a divertir mucho. Envía fotos.

- ¿No vendrás?

- Carly nos envía lejos todos los años debido a su malvada maldición de cumpleaños.

- No sé por qué están haciendo ruidos de fantasmas, me tomaré un fantasma por esta maldición cualquier día. Ghost podría estar caliente. ¿Recuerdas a Patrick Smayze?

- Tuvo algunos contratiempos menores el 24 de julio.

- ¿Unos pocos? ¿Menor? 16 cumpleaños, la lámpara del osito de goma incendió mi habitación. 19, me rompí el diente con un plátano. 24, tengo barro para mi Tamagotshi. Te extraño Coochie Potchie. Es el curso. Por eso ahora paso mi cumpleaños solo con el pastel y nada más.

- Con un pastel y nada más.

- Si llego a casa solo en pijama, comiendo alimentos blandos con una cuchara, no hay forma de que la maldición pueda tocarme.

- Feliz cumpleaños Carly Shay.

- ¿Director Franklin?

- Hola. Es bueno verte.

- Maldición

- Cuando el querido abuelo Papperman me dijo que no podía heredar mi fondo de trust hasta que me casara con una mujer humana, tenía hambre.

- ¿Mujer humana?

- Pero ahora veo que el abuelo solo quería que yo fuera rico en dinero y amor.

- Para que todos pudieran levantar su copa

- ¡Oh no!

- Annie Flicko canceló.

- Soy una doncella.

- Dios mío, ¿dónde encontraremos a alguien con el tamaño exacto del vestido de Annie que sea morena con pómulos altos y mida un cabello de menos de 5'6?

- Si tan solo fuera lo suficientemente alto.

- Oh, pero lo eres.

- Eres clásico de 5'5 y 3/4.

- Cariño, sé que es mucho pedir, pero ... ¿me harías el honor de estar a mi lado por lo más importante de mi vida?

- Claro ... ya lo estoy pasando tan bien y ser tu novia solo lo hará mejor.

- Para mi esposa, Prunella, y lo que es más importante, Carly.

- Para Carly.

- Apuesto a que desearías quedarte en casa ahora.

- No, Neville me invitó a meterse conmigo.

- Pero ahora puedo meterme con él, exponiendo toda esta boda como una farsa.

- Algo sospechoso está pasando y creo que es bastante obvio de qué se trata.

- Prunella es una cazafortunas

- No, Prunella's es un robot.

- No confío en que Wes y yo no necesitemos esa clase.

- Ya tengo el profesor más gordo del mundo ... Internet.

- Si puedo instalar mi propio ventilador de techo, puedo afinar mi auto.

- Gran idea Carly.

- Estoy seguro de que un TikTok de 30 segundos puede arreglar esta trampa mortal.

- Feddie, solo dame esa, uh, cosita retorcida.

- Vale, esto no es gran cosa.

- {desgarrador}

- {Gritando}

- Te tengo. Vamos.

- ¡-oh!

- {Gruñidos}

- Pecado de un-

- {Cuerno tocando la bocina}

- ¿Sabes qué? Está bien.

- Casi lo tengo. Freddi, ve a comprobar las bujías.

- ¡Millicent, ponlo en marcha!

- ¡Oh! Da-

- {cuerno tocando la bocina}

- ¡Millicent, deja de hacer eso!

- Entonces ustedes dos dejen de maldecir.

- Nuestro viaje de chicas fue un fracaso, ¿eh?

- Sip

- Me dejaron tirada, bebí sola, arruiné tu conexión, empecé una discusión, y luego Brooke se fue a casa temprano.

- Sip

- Suena como todos los viajes de chicas en los que he estado.

- Oh, sí, lo hice.

- Hahaha

- Fue tan inesperado.

- ¿Verdad?

- {se ríe}

- ¿Debería conseguir una habitación separada?

- Sí, definitivamente

Experience:

Sharnetmarie:

The television show we chose as a group was iCarly this is an American teen comedy web television series. In my opinion, I would recommend the iCarly Video to design subtitles in Spanish and other languages since people who have difficulty with the English language do not understand well the objective of the program, and what for those who do understand is funny some of we may find it somewhat boring as we do not understand the content of the video.

Kristal:

My experience in writing a blog was a learning experience because I had never watched comedy shows in English. On the other hand, I had a high difficulty to understand the meaning of the content, I got bored, because I didn’t understand any jokes. My opinion about the topic is that it was a topic that not everyone knows, therefore, I recommend that you use a language using common words. Finally, I would like to add that when translating the content there are words that totally change their meaning use.

Joanis:

My experience translating and creating the blog was very good as it is something totally new for me. However, I really liked this dynamic and the experience was excellent with my teammates. My opinion about the iCarly program is that they add more content that causes laughter. In addition, it is a good program and I recommend its chapters.

Kelvin:

I had never translated a television show, so this is my first time. As a strategy, I wrote down everything they said in the language they said it and then translated.

Coralis:

I really liked the program we chose, very interesting and really my experience is that I had never translated a TV program, this is my first time, but this work was very dynamic and above all it has subtitles which is very good for those who do not understand a language or want to learn through subtitles.

[aryaeleva]

An open letter to all the people whom I laughed, cried, loved, hated, bullied, and did something crazy and stupid with.

Honestly, I don't really know why I'm writing this letter. Well, maybe because exam's coming and I just want to pour these emotions out, and maybe because the year's ending. Or maybe because we're about to graduate and have our own separate ways. I'm not even expecting any of you to read this (like i have any intentions of making you read this. Lol nuh-uh.), but yea. I'm still writing it.

First of all, to the entire STEM H, I would like to thank you for all the adventures and memories we made together. You guys are the bomb (while others look like they've been bombed, Jhabie and his farts is the bomb lol). I do not know how to express my gratitude to all of you for teaching me a lot of lessons and making me realize a lot of things, but dood, I want you all to know that you're the worst and one of the best people I have met.

To my friendly friends--May, Sunshine, Mace, Grazel; the BES--Kenneth, Noah, Krisfer, Shihan; Carl, Dave, Brian, Ara, Giejay, and everyone I wasn't able to mention; I don't really know how you did it, but thank you for understanding me. It is rest-assured that the moments we have shared together will forever be treasured. Yes, everything. Including the way we bully and support each other in the simplest possible way we could (kahit pa mga harutan niyo lmao).

To the entire Archimedes, I still love you guys. You're the best. Haha

To Potchi, guys, I won't mention your names na. Tinatamad na ako lol ang gg niyo pa rin. Walang pinagbago and I love you for that.

To my ancient friends, I won't mention your names anymore too. Lol but amidst the distance and time between us, it's amazing how our friendship stood against it all. Mahal na mahal ko kayo.

To my CCUMC UMYF, Choir fam, and NCPAC Execom, thank you for everything. I really am so blessed to grow up with you all. Thank so much for being always there, especially when life's being a btch and my faith's been faltering. Thank you for guiding me and for setting loads of examples and models before me.

Finally, to my ever-supportive and ugly roommates, lads, I love you to the moon and back.

You guys are a total package of blessing upon me and I thank God for having you in my life. Seriously, I cannot think of what kind of person I might be without all of you. I want you to know that you guys are not just ordinary people born to be someone someday, cause for me, you are the people worth fighting and sharing this race of life with. I don't mind not having any more friends in the future, cause you are more than enough. Sorry for my misgivings and iniquities. As the year ends, once again, I would like to express my deepest gratitude for allowing me be a part of your lives. I love you all.

#yearend #gratitude

[berry-potchy]

Indulge Me

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader Rating: Explicit (18+ only please) Word Count: 7,072 Summary: You're a Spiderwoman who has ended up pinned underneath Miguel O'Hara in his lab one too many times. You're not sure what you are to him or what to call your relationship. And that would've been fine until your neediness kicked in and made you catch feelings. Surely, Miguel taking you to his room for the first time means something right? In which your lack of understanding of Spanish and denial of the hints Miguel drops are keeping you from realizing you already have what you want. Tags/warnings: pwp, p in v sex, rough sex, praise + light degradation, multiple orgasms and overstimulation, face sitting/riding, breeding kink, soft dom!Miguel, needy reader, recording, mirror sex adjacent, implied chubby reader, undefined relationship but soft feelings sprinkled in there as a treat, no use of y/n so lots of Spanish nicknames to make up for it, reader does not understand Spanish, brief sexy use of spider webs A/N: this is quite literally just a self-indulgent fic with most of my favorite Miguel x reader flavors. Not beta read but I hope you still enjoy it! (Translations are the end!)

Also on AO3

Edit: turns out some parts got messed up while I was posting here on Tumblr D: it's fine on AO3 though which is weird because I copied from this post instead of my doc because this has the correct spacing. Everything should be fixed now.

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Miguel has you standing in front of him between his parted legs as he sits on the edge of his bed. Even in this position, you were barely any much taller than him, only needing to tilt your head a bit to meet his red eyes. He looks at you from your face, down to the swell of your breast where his eyes are joined by a taloned finger on its journey downwards. You can’t help but let out a soft sigh as the sharp talon cuts through your spandex suit, fully exposing your soft chest to the cold air of his quarters. He would argue that the stretchy translucent mesh with a spiderweb lace design on your chest area didn’t do shit to cover the fullness of your tits anyway so he didn't understand why you even bothered with it. It was for style obviously but riling up Miguel O’Hara was a great bonus. You let out a shaky breath as he continued further down until he stopped right below your navel.

“Que linda,” he says in that low sexy voice of his, very different from the usual grumpy tone he uses to chastise you. He snakes his arms around your hips, bringing you closer to him and his hands find your plush bottom, giving them a rough squeeze. You are getting so worked up by how much attention you are getting from your usually sulky boss. Your heaving chest is right in front of Miguel’s face and his lustful gaze almost feels like it is burning you. The heat spreads from your chest downwards until it pools in the pit of your stomach and between your legs.

“You ruined my suit,” you pout, not really that upset about it. You think it was hot honestly but you just want to tease him “Am I supposed to go on missions with my whole chest out now? Walk around the HQ flashing everyone?”

“Of course not,” he says, rolling his eyes. He continues to take in your figure, hands gently kneading soft flesh on your sides “I’m making you a new suit. Should be done very soon. It'll be the same design but it will offer far more protection than this flimsy thing.”

“Making me a suit just like yours? What so you can control it hm? Deactivate it whenever you want to fuck me?” You laugh, wiping the imaginary tear in your eye until you realize Miguel is silent and looks like he’s been caught red-handed. You lightly slap him on his arm, flustered. “You’re a pervert, you know that?”

Instead of answering you, he brings his head forward to close his lips on a clothed nipple, his tongue flicking the sensitive erect bud. Your mouth opens as you let out a soft gasp at the sensation and you can feel the corner of Miguel’s lips twitch into a slight smirk. He teases your nipple alternating between flicking it with the tip of his tongue and giving it an audible suck. He pulls away for a split second only to give the same attention to your other nipple. You weave your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to your tits. Your other hand is holding onto his shoulder for support as you urge him to keep going with your whimpers. His hands haven’t stopped exploring your body. His wide hands warm against your hips, ass, thighs, everywhere he can touch, squeezing your softness, committing every curve to memory.

“Migueeeel,” you whine, rubbing your thighs together to try to relieve the ache between your legs. You appreciate the attention to your nipples but your cunt was throbbing with need. You are so close to ripping the rest of your suit and panties off because the way the fabric is sticking to your wet pussy is becoming too uncomfortable.

“Miguel what, muñeca?” He pulls away, licking his lips. Those red eyes are now looking straight into yours and you feel yourself shiver. You try to look away but Miguel grabs your chin to keep you facing him. “Eyes on me. What do you want? Use your words.”

“Please,” your cheeks burn in embarrassment but Miguel just raised an eyebrow at you, unamused. “Stop teasing please.”

“Ah I see okay,” he says, taking his hands off you before standing up and walking to his closet.

“W-wait what are you doing?” you almost trip on your feet, knees feeling weak, as you chase after him. You grab his arm, tugging at it to get his attention as you pathetically look up at him.

“You said stop teasing so I’m getting you a shirt so you can go back to your world and get some rest,” he says as he looks through the neatly folded shirts in his closet. He’s stalling, pretending he was trying to choose one but he’s messing with you. There is no way he would let you go home tonight without getting at least a couple of orgasms wrung out of you. You aren’t leaving until he made sure you were stuffed full and dripping with his cum. You aren’t leaving tonight. Period. He knew you were too far gone with lust to figure that out yourself.

“Miggy, that’s not what I meant please,” you sob, pressing your body against him. Just the thought of being left unsatisfied was painful. “Please, Miggy, I need your mouth. And your cock please”

He finally looks at you and pulls you closer to him by your waist. You run your hands along his still clothed chest, feeling his heart beating with yours. You look up at him with glassy eyes, begging him to finish what he started. He coos at how desperate you were for release.

“You want my mouth and my cock?” he hums, still teasing. He easily lifts you up with one arm supporting your ass to carry you back to his bed. He’s carried you multiple times before but it never ceases to amaze you how he does it so effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, hips bucking trying to get some friction against your still unfortunately clothed cunt. “Where do you want them, muñeca? You have to be more specific. Which one do you want first?”

“On my pussy, please. I need your mouth on my pussy. Miggy, I wanna cum on your face” you sobbed against his neck “And then- and then I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me up with your cock. Only you can fill me up so good, Miggy. I need it.”

“Good girl,” he whispers right next to your ear, making you shudder “Now, was that so hard to do? Was it hard to tell me what you wanted?”

“Yes!” you bite his shoulder and you feel satisfaction when you hear him break character and snort. He shakes his head, smiling fondly while he sets you down on the bed.

"Qué voy a hacer contigo?" he brings his lips to your temple to whisper more softly "Qué haría sin ti?"

Your heart skips a beat at the gentleness of his tone. You’re not sure what he said but the genuine affection is evident. Intimate moments like this with Miguel are slowly becoming more and more frequent and you decide that you don’t mind it. You even crave it now. A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you lean further toward him.

He pulls away but the fond look on his face doesn’t waver. He slaps your thigh, making the soft fat jiggle just how he likes it, as he moves to get settled in his bed.

“Put those lovely hips and thighs to use and ride my face, conejita.” He lies down, anticipating, patting his chest to encourage you to sit down.

You didn't need to be told twice. You rip off the rest of your suit, your heated skin meeting the cold air of his room making your nipples pebble painfully. You quickly take off your panties and toss them aside with your ruined suit. You squeal as you scramble to get on top of him. You position yourself on top of his waiting mouth, straddling his face but just hovering over his face, hands on the headboard to keep yourself steady. The smell of your arousal is almost too much for Miguel to bear at this proximity. The urge to lock you in his room for the next few days and not let you out until you’re thoroughly fucked and bred is getting hard to ignore. His fangs extend as his animalistic urges surface, yearning to bite you and mark you as his.

“Are you trying to tease me now? How can you ride my face if you don’t sit?” Miguel’s tone is deeper than it was just a second ago. There’s a certain roughness to it, a growl in his voice that makes your hole clench around nothing. He grips your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, waiting for you to sit down or he’ll make you. He’s trying to be patient, turning his head a little to mouth at the fat of your inner thigh. He licks a stray trail of your slick up your thigh, stopping just a breath away from where you both want his mouth to be. You feel him sigh, savoring your taste like he just drank the finest nectar, a promise of what’s to come.

“But Miguel–” you yelp when he suddenly pulls you down by your thighs and you immediately feel his tongue lapping at your aching cunt, his nose bumping deliciously against your swollen clit. He wasn’t going to hear your excuses. The only things he wants to hear coming out of your pretty lips are your moans and whines for more. The way Miguel is sucking and devouring your wetness so eagerly makes your head spin and your grip on the headboard tighten to steady yourself for a moment. He teases your hole, licking around the small opening before plunging in as far as he can, feeling you clench around his tongue. He grows impatient at your lack of movement and starts rocking you back and forth on his face by himself. He flattens his tongue for you to grind your pretty folds onto.

“Miggy, feels so good,” you whine, bending over to look at him from under you. He’s so pretty like this, forehead scrunched up from how focused he is eating you out, and when you get a peak of his nose and his cheeks, they’re shiny from being soaked by a combination of your wetness and his own spit. You take one of your shaking hands off the headboard to brush the hair away from Miguel’s forehead only for him to guide your hand into a fist, grabbing his hair, urging you to use it as leverage to ride his face harder. And who are you to say no to that?

You move your hips to try to match the pace he set for you, your thighs burn but you pay it no mind. Not when you feel that familiar delicious knot forming in your core. Your head lolls to the side and your eyes screwed shut as you immerse in the pleasure, grinding your cunt harder on Miguel’s tongue, nose, chin, anywhere you can get some friction, getting desperate to reach your orgasm.

“‘M gonna cum, Miggy. Gonn’ cum on your face” you whimper. You take your hand off the headboard and bring it to your tits, squeezing them, pinching at rubbing circles on your pebbled nipples. Miguel doesn’t stop lapping hungrily at your pussy, shaking his head from side to side as much as your grip on his hair allows. He groans as he watches in awe as you chase your own pleasure.

So close.

You’re so close you swear you can almost taste it.

Miguel could tell from how your hips stuttered and your pace growing frantic, rougher. He gives your clit another suck and that finally pushes you over the edge.

You feel the sweet release consume you like wildfire, your body tensing, back arching, toes curling. You can’t even hear yourself scream Miguel’s name, curling into yourself as he continues to suck on your oversensitive, pulsating clit. His hands held your shaking thighs steady, not letting you close them. It’s all too much.

“Miggyyy,” you sob pathetically, pawing at his head and his grip on you. You finally manage to pry an eye open only to see him watching you intently “Too much. I can’t-”

He doesn’t stop. He continues to lick stripes at your puffy folds and flick the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue albeit slower this time. He takes one of his hands away from your thigh and plunges two of his thick fingers knuckle deep inside your needy hole. He manages to find your sweet cushiony spot and puts enough pressure on it to make you see stars. That burning hot coil is back just mere seconds after your climax and if you could think at that moment, you’d think it’s unfair how he seems to know your body too well, knows just where to touch to make you unravel.

He adds another finger into your cunt, stretching you out for his cock, curling them inside you, and hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You know that it’s not enough, that it’s nothing compared to what’s coming for you. No matter how much prep you do it's going to be a tight fit and you can’t wait to be stretched to your limits once more. You stop fighting him, needing to chase after your orgasm, grinding your clit again on his tongue as he pumps his fingers in and out of your slutty hole.

Soon enough, you feel your second orgasm wash over you. You spill over his face, making a mess on his pillows and bedsheets. Your limbs go numb and this time you can’t even form words, just sobbing, babbling nonsense as your body shakes on top of Miguel. You would’ve fallen over if it wasn't for Miguel supporting your back with his free hand. You frantically tap his hand as you hiccup a pathetic “no more.”

Miguel relents and lets you catch your breath for a second. He kisses your puffy cunt one more time before moving you to lie on your back on the bed. He lifts your head to turn over the soiled pillow and fluff it up before getting you settled comfortably. You watch as he catches the dripping wetness from his chin with his equally soaked fingers and sticks them into his mouth, eyes rolling back and moaning at your sweet taste. You feel your cunt throb at the lewd action and you can’t help but let out a needy whimper from the back of your throat. It’s so unfair how much he affects you.

“Ay, pobrecita,” he coos at your flushed face with fat tears running down your cheeks as he nudges your legs apart with his knee and settles between your parted legs. “too much for mi conejita to handle? I know you can take more. Your pussy is so slutty, isn’t she? So needy. I doubt two orgasms is enough.”

He cups your face with one hand, thumb wiping away a tear on your cheek, his other hand brushing your hair away from your face, knowing how much you hate the feeling of it sticking to your skin. Your lower lip is jutting out in an adorable pout that he can’t help but kiss, catching your lip between his teeth. You scrunch up your nose and push his face away as you try to steady your breath.

You can see his naked chest rise and fall faster than usual, his mouth open to catch his own breath. You didn’t even notice when he disabled his suit but your eyes are thankful as you drink in the sight of his warm brown skin, stretching across the expanse of his unfairly defined body. He looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves, taking extra care to give him the most perfect proportions. How lucky are you to see this masterpiece up close? It would be a sin to not enjoy the view.

Your eyes trail down from his strong broad shoulders to his massive tits, and even further down to see his cock standing up proudly against his navel, the head dripping beads of precum and smearing it against his abs. Pride blooms in your chest as you realize that he’s just as affected as you are.

Your throat suddenly feels so empty. You lick your lips as you tear your eyes off his cock to look up at his face only to find his hungry gaze meeting yours. His eyes glint with danger as he takes in the sight of you in your post-orgasm haze, seemingly plotting his next move.

You didn’t have to wait long because, of course, he can’t keep his hands away from you.

He moves closer, making you spread your legs further. His hands grab at the back of your thighs to push them towards your torso, your knees almost touching your chest. Your dripping cunt twitches as it’s exposed to the cold air. Your hole clenching on nothing, begging to be filled.

“Que rico. Podría acostumbrarme a esto,” he says, his voice deep and rough with lust as his hands rub up and down your thighs, squeezing, feeling you. He drinks up the sight of you, so bare and exposed, all for him to take. “I could watch you like this all day. Maybe take a video of you right now so I can watch your pretty cunt pulsing, crying for me, anytime I want. Or…”

He takes his cock in one hand, running his thumb on the swollen tip to spread the beads of precum around, pumping his shaft with a few languid strokes. You yelp when he slaps his thick, heavy cock against your puffy folds.

“I could tie you up like this and keep you here for my own pleasure.” He starts moving his hips at a torturously slow pace, sliding his length along your wet folds, getting it lubricated by your own slick. He brings his hands back to your thighs and pushes them even further until you’re practically folded in half. “Keep you here to breed. Fill you up with so much cum and you’ll stay like this so it will surely take, yeah?”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Miggy” you hiss as the tip of his cock keeps bumping into your throbbing clit “What’s stopping you from doing so huh? You have your web and your little surveillance bots. Put them to good use.”

“Of course, you’d love that, my pretty little slut,” he chuckles, shaking his head as he lines up the tip of his cock with your hole. Your eyelids flutter as you hold your breath in anticipation, waiting for that delicious stretch of being filled by his massive cock.

“Eyes on me, cariño,” he commands and you obey, looking up at him from under your lashes “That’s it, good girl.”

He starts to slowly press his cock into your greedy hole. Inch by inch, he sinks in, knocking the air out of your lungs. Midway, maybe, you can’t tell, there’s just so much of him, you start to feel a little faint, your shoulders tense and your mouth stuck hanging open. You feel so full of him, almost like he’s going to split you apart.

“Breathe for me,” he coos as he slowly presses more of him into you, filling you up more than what should be possible. He drapes your legs over his shoulders, his chest pressing against the back of your thighs as he uses his now free hands to cradle your face. You suck in a breath as he instructed and try to even out your breathing. “There you go. Keep breathing. Relax for me. Thaaat’s it. My sweet girl. So good for me.”

You preen at his words, warmth flooding your chest and going straight down to your pussy. His hands stay on your cheeks, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he pushes the last few inches in. You put your hands on top of his as you lean into his touch. He starts to grind his hips slowly, gently, getting you used to his size. The coarse dark curls at the base of his cock tickle your sensitive clit and the head of his cock softly probing at your cervix makes you roll your eyes back and whimper from the fullness.

“Eres tan hermosa. No sabes lo que me haces, cariño,” he leans in to capture your lips into a deep kiss. Soft and gentle until both of you wanted more. One of his hands finds the back of your neck to tilt your head as he pleases as he tries to devour you. His tongue licks into your mouth and his fangs graze your lips with every movement. You hum against his lips as you feel him start to pull his hips back, letting his dick slide halfway out before snapping his hips forward to plunge himself back inside, his balls lewdly smacking against your ass. And he keeps doing it over, and over again making you moan oh so wantonly.

“Estás tan rica. Estás hecha para mí, mi amor,” he whispers against your lips. The breathlessness and the hint of desperation for release in his voice make you shiver. His pace picks up, thrusts growing rougher with it. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out of you and skin slapping against skin echo around his room. The only other sounds you can hear are your combined sounds of pleasure, calling out each other’s names.

You pull on the hand that Miguel has on your cheek to lace your fingers together, his large hand easily dwarfing yours, his talons folded back to not hurt you. Your other hand slips between your bodies, travelling downwards to feel where you two are connected. There’s a deep rumble coming from Miguel’s chest and he presses your sweaty foreheads together, looking at you through half-lidded eyes. Your tight heat is milking his cock so perfectly and at this rate, he’s not going to last long.

“Miggy,” you whine, keeping your eyes on his. His irises seem a little more brown as he looks at you so tenderly, making you feel like you are going to melt into a puddle of goo. He brings your joined hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles and you think you really just might turn into goo.

His thrusts get messier and more frantic You feel the familiar coil building up in your stomach. You lift your hand from between your legs to press firmly against the area below your navel and the sensation is electrifying. You can feel his cock pistoning in and out of you from where you are touching. You can feel him rearranging your insides, molding your pussy to accommodate him and only him, ruining you for anyone else.

“Mi niña hermosa, mi niña linda. Mía. Toda mía.” he moans into your ear, almost whiney and you know he’s near the edge. He starts peppering kisses on your neck, licking, sucking, grazing the sensitive skin with his fangs but not sinking them in yet. He takes the hand you aren’t holding to rest on your hand on your lower stomach. His thumb reaches further down to stroke your clit earning him a shaky whine from you.

“Cum for me again, hermosa,” he lifts his head to look at your flushed face. You’re sure you look like a mess but to him, you’re more beautiful than the brightest twinkling stars on a clear night sky. “Let me see your pretty face when you cum.”

And with that, you’re gone, pushed over the edge, screaming his name, squirting clear liquid up to his chest. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your hold on his hand tightens, and your legs on his shoulders shake and flail from another intense orgasm. There’s ringing in your ears but you faintly hear him cooing at you, whispering sweet words you can’t quite understand.

Miguel is still fucking into you with messy, frantic thrusts and ragged breaths but it doesn’t take long for him to follow, not when your velvety walls are pulsing, contracting on his dick. He puts a large hand on the space beside your head for support, his claws tearing through the pillowcase, as he drives his hips into yours a few more times before spilling inside you with a deep growl. He paints your insides with his cum as he rides his high with a few more shallow thrusts. You clench around him trying to squeeze as much cum out of him with your tight hole and he whimpers your name.

Both of you pant in unison, trying to catch your breath after that life-altering orgasm together. You turn your head to the side to kiss the inside of Miguel's wrist next to your head. Miguel doesn’t want to move. Everything is too perfect at that moment. You’re perfect.

But he has more plans for you tonight.

He takes your legs off his shoulders to wrap around his waist as he adjusts the both of you so he can lay down comfortably on top of you, putting most of his weight on his elbows on the bed. His dick still plugged in your hole, keeping his seed inside and refusing to part with your tight heat.

“Miggy,” you softly call him, looking at his relaxed face resting on your shoulder, eyes closed.

“Hm?”

“... pull out.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Fine, but only because I want to,” he grumbles, clearly not wanting to pull out. He gets on his knees again so he can at least watch your sloppy hole fluttering as he slowly pulls out. A thick milky ring of your combined fluid sits at the base of his cock. His eyes darken as he sees your cunt trying to clench at air and his cum starts to drip out of you. He can’t have that. He collects the trail of cum with his fingers so he can stuff them back inside of you.

“Miggy, come back here,” you pull at his hand and when he doesn’t budge, you add “You can just cum inside me more later. I need cuddles.”

That gets him to leave your fucked out hole alone. For now. Miguel kisses your stomach up to the valley between your breasts to your neck and lingers on your lips. He goes back to his earlier position on top of you. You drape your arms around his neck as you hum in contentment against the kiss. He smiles and moves to mouth at your sensitive neck, planting soft kisses, licking and sucking as he moans and pants in your ear.

“Miggy, I’m sleepy now,” you turn to look at him. You know what he’s doing. You know that he’s trying to turn you on again. And it’s working.

“You can do one more, mami. One more for me,” he says. He’s almost pouting, almost begging “You said I can cum in you again.”

“I didn’t mean right away. I just came three times already” you whined wrapping your arms around his broad chest. you want to feel him close.

“Mmm, you can cum four times. Maybe more because you’re such a needy little whore,” he murmurs into your neck, not stopping his ministrations. “My cum slut who loves being bred. We’re not going to end the night without your tummy full of cum I promise you that, cariño.”

You roll your eyes at him but you don't push him away and instead start playing with the short curly hairs at the back of his neck, ignoring the way your pussy shivered at his perverted words. You find comfort in his warmth and weight on top of you. You inhale his familiar deep masculine scent and it almost lulls you to sleep until you feel something wet and hard poking at your thigh.

“How are you hard again?” you say in disbelief as you look down and sure enough, Miguel’s dick is erect and ready to go for another round.

“It’s been a while since we had sex and my hand could only do so much to make up for your absence, cariño,” he huffs as gets up on his knees to turn you over and slap your ass. The sound of his palm meeting the sticky wet skin of your ass is undeniably lewd. “And what about needing to get you pregnant does not make sense to you? Get on your hands and knees for me. That baby is not gonna make itself.”

You plant your knees on the mattress and present your ass to him but you don't bother to lift your upper body from the bed. You keep your face down against the softness of his pillows. You didn't want him to see the giddy smile on your face from hearing that he hasn't slept with anyone else. His cum starts dripping out of your hole, coating your clit with creamy white and Miguel almost cums again on the spot.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” His large hands grab at your ass, kneading them. His thumbs spread your puffy lips apart so he can watch your cunt try to keep his cum inside. You groan as you force your arms to lift you up. “There’s my good girl.”

He smacks your ass which earned him a yelp from you. His lips curl up as he watches the flesh of your ass jiggle from the impact.

“Get on with it,” you whine, wiggling your ass to entice him to move faster. For someone who wanted to stop at the third round, you sure are impatient to be filled again.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he chuckles as he guides his cock back inside your wet heat. “There you go, mami. Back where it belongs.”

You moan loudly as you feel him grinding his hips, driving his dick as deep as he can reach inside you. Your eyes flutter close, as you savor the stretch of your hole around his fat cock once more. You couldn’t agree more with his words.

You hear Miguel from behind you input a command on a device. It beeps obnoxiously like it’s mocking you. It’s the last thing you want to hear while he is balls deep inside you, his girthy cock stretching you deliciously and filling you up so good. You think to yourself what was so important that Miguel can't put his gizmo down and enjoy the feeling of your warm, tight pussy on his dick? Right after insisting you can go for one more round?

You are about to snap at him for being ungrateful until a hologram appears in front of you. It shows a live video feed of his very own bed and a clear view of your fully naked self on your hands and knees getting ur insides rearranged by your boss. Your hair is a mess and your makeup is all smudged from how he made you cry from all the begging and overstimulation earlier. And he looks so big compared to you, having to bend low to align his hips with yours. You didn't even notice the recording devices planted around the room until now from how your brain was so fogged by lust. There seem to be at least three around the room from different angles. Well, it turns out he wasn’t just bluffing when he said he could record you earlier.

You wonder if he always had those set up. You haven’t really been to his room before. The few “encounters” you had with Miguel happened in his laboratory on his silly little platform, both of you too consumed by lust to think about moving to a more private area. It’s rather unlikely that they’re for actual safety reasons when they all just record the same area. You entertain the idea that him taking you to his room tonight is not just a spur-of-the-moment thing, that he might have all of this set up for tonight for when he has you writhing in pleasure on his bed. How thoughtful, you think. It makes you clench around his dick.

"You really are a pervert," you quip to annoy him. Clearly, the urge to mess with him hasn’t been thoroughly fucked out of you yet. You didn't even get to laugh at your own childish remark when Miguel abruptly starts thrusting his hips without warning, harder this time, dragging out a surprised whimper from you. His tip is bullying your cervix, testing the line between pleasure and pain but you love it. Your eyes meet Miguel's intense red glare on the screen.

"You're still talking," he tuts, his head shaking like he's some kind of pet owner trying to reprimand a disobedient pet "Let me fix that, cariño.”

He brings his large calloused hands back on you – where they belong, you think to yourself, echoing Miguel’s words. His left hand is firm on the flesh of your waist, you are sure they are going to bruise once he’s done with you. His other hand fondles your breasts, the sharp talons on his fingertips lightly grazing your soft skin. You know that when you look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow morning you’d look like you barely got away from being mauled by a feral beast, evidence of how Miguel O'Hara had his way with you and how you enjoyed every single second of it.

You cry out his name, chanting it like a prayer. He’s so deep inside you that you can almost feel him in your chest, his thrusts fucking the air out of your lungs.

“Miggy, Mi…. Mig– ah, ah Mi– haaaa –guel ahhh”

Your eyes roll back at the continuous assault on your sweet spot and your cervix with every deep thrust. High-pitched whines come out of your throat as your arms give out from under you, making you fall face-first on the soft mattress. It all feels so good but overwhelming. You think you’re going to pass out.

“Que rico, mami,” he pulls your hair so you can face the screens. “Look at yourself. Beautiful. Taking my cock so well. Don’t worry. I have this all recorded if you’re too cock drunk to watch yourself now, cariño.”

You can't say anything back. You try really hard to come up with something but the only word that comes out of your mouth is “please” over and over again becoming progressively needier each time. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, his chest flushed against your back, allowing him to rock you back against his forceful thrusts.

“Gonn’ make sure I put a baby in you tonight, cariño,” he growls in your ear. “I can’t wait to see your tummy swell in a few months. You’ll look divine, I won't be able to take my hands off you even more.”

His eyes are back to a glowing red as they meet yours that are glazed over by tears and lust. His hand tightens his hold on your hair making you tilt your head further, exposing more of your neck for him to suck bruises on. Your tits are bouncing freely at his aggressive pace. Coupled with the high-pitched moans coming out of your mouth, it’s all so pornographic. It makes you feel like liquid fire is running through your veins and pooling into your stomach.

“You’re gonna cum for me? Let go. Come on. cum for me, mami,”Miguel grunts in your ear, his hand on your hair letting go so he can greedily grab at your tits. “I wanna feel your cunt pulsing on my cock. Can you do that for me? Of course, you can. Going to milk me dry.”

And just like that, you throw your head back on his shoulder, eyes screwing shut as another wave of orgasm crashes down on you. Miguel follows closely, filling you up with more cum that drips down your thighs and on the bedsheets. Your body slumps back against his, too tired to keep yourself upright. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes, content with feeling Miguel’s warm body against yours.

“I got you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and moving you to lie down on the bed. You hum in contentment, letting him care for your tired body. He bends down to plant a kiss on your forehead before he pulls away. You miss his touch already.

A beeping sound lets you know that he turned off the monitors. You feel him taking the soiled bedsheets, getting up from the bed to get fresh ones. You have half the mind to reach out to him and tell him he can clean up later so you can cuddle now. Your mouth, however, doesn’t want to move so instead you groan as you blindly reach your hands out.

Miguel chuckles at your antics, walking back with fresh sheets and a damp towel to wipe off the sticky mess from your body. He sits next to you on the bed and brings the towel to your tear-stained cheeks, gently dabbing the area around your eyes to get rid of the messed up traces of mascara and eyeliner. You take your hand to rest on your chest trying to calm your wildly beating heart.

The comfortable silence, unfortunately, doesn’t last long. You hear the unmistakable voice of Lyla cut through the air.

“Heeeey, bossman! Heeeey, girlie!” she drawls and your eyes snap open as you snatch the sheet from Miguel’s hands to cover yourself.

“Ay, coño! I thought I said no alerts tonight,” Miguel looks pissed, rubbing his face in frustration before moving to turn off his watch. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Wait, wait! Sorry to interrupt the big night, Miguel, but it’s an emergency. Trust me you’ll want to fix this now,” Lyla raises her hands in surrender before Miguel presses a button. She turns to you, looking apologetic and asking for help “Then you can go back to babymaking, right, dollface?”

“I–” you flush, choking on your own words. You begrudgingly turn to Miguel, your lower lip caught in between your teeth. You lower your eyes as an ugly feeling crawls up your chest.

“It sounds important. You should go,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to speak up any louder. “I’d say I can be back up but I can hardly move so you’re on your own, big guy.”

Miguel sighs and gets up, telling Lyla to send him the information and that it better be worth his time.

You are already sexually satisfied and tired – that’s what four orgasms could do to you – but you are a little upset and sulky that Miguel has to be called in for work right now. Stupid anomaly or whatever it is. It’s probably important and a universe out there might be in grave danger. But you can't help feeling like shit about it though.

You like how soft Miguel gets when he cleans you up after sex. You like it when he picks up your tired form and whispers soft words to you in Spanish. Plus, you were looking forward to cuddles. What’s the use of having sex in his room on his bed if not to cuddle afterward and wake up next to each other the next day? And then, suddenly, in the early morning light, realize that you’ve been madly in love with each other all along. Okay, you are more than just a little upset.

Miguel notices you pouting and your eyes getting glassy with tears as you try to roll off the bed. He shoots his glowing red web at you, trapping you where you are before going back to readjusting his watch.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, walking back to the bed as he makes sure his suit is all good and ready for the mission. He kneels on the bed to drag you to lie on your back.

“What are you doing? I'm going to take a shower,” you sniffle trying to avoid his eyes “I’ll take care of myself. you should go”

He hums as he takes both your wrists in one hand and forces them above your head to secure them together with his webs.

“Miggy?” you look at him and there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes. He darts his tongue across his lower lip and you feel a shiver run up your spine.

He doesn’t respond. He only keeps looking at you like he’s going to devour you once more. He brings your legs up to the position he had in before, knees to your chest, cunt fully exposed to him. You blush and your heart starts pounding in your chest. He shoots out more of his web, making sure you’re comfortable and your legs are securely tied in that position.

“Good?” he whispers and you nod in response “Words, cariño.”

“Perfect,” you moan, your chest heaving with need. He smiles at you fondly, caressing your cheek with a curled finger, and plants chaste kisses on your temple, your nose, and the corner of your mouth until he reaches your lips. He hums in contentment as he savors the feel of your lips against his. Then, he pulls away reluctantly and puts on his mask. He sets his watch to the right coordinates opening up a portal to wherever the universe needs saving.

“I’ll be back as fast as I can. I’ll make sure that anomaly regrets ever being made for interrupting my plans for our night,” he grumbles and gives you one last kiss through his mask for good luck. “And then it’s going to be all about you for the rest of the night, hm? I promise.”

He walks into the portal backwards so he can look at you until it closes and takes him away. Your heart flutters in your chest, anticipating what’s to come as you feel the webs digging deliciously into your soft flesh.

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Translations:

Que linda - how pretty

muñeca - doll

cariño - dear/darling

Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am I going to do with you?

Qué haría sin ti? - What am I going to do without you?

conejita - little rabbit

pobrecita - poor thing

que rico - “[you] look good” (literal: tastes good)

Podría acostumbrarme a esto - I could get used to this

Eres tan hermosa. No sabes lo que me haces - You're so beautiful. You don't know what you do to me

Estás tan rica. Estás hecha para mí, mi amor - You feel so good. You were made for me, my love

Mi niña hermosa, mi niña linda. Mía. Toda mía. - My beautiful girl, my sweet girl. Mine. All mine.

mami - mommy (as an endearment for a partner)

coño - pussy

A/N: so many thanks to my friend who helped me with translating and giving me tips on some better Spanish terms to use 🙏

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[berry-potchy]

I went through my drafts and found this. I typed this during a moment of weakness for cliche chick flicks and fuckboy Miguel:

This is not edited and messy but I just wanted to share that I'm thinking about a very typical and silly high school coming of age romance setting with the popular broody bad boy x wallflower good girl except that Miguel is already so down bad for (obsessed with) good girl who btw is chubby and cute.

What's on my mind rn is kid Miguel and kid reader were childhood best friends/sweethearts. You were neighbors and your families were close. One day, for some reason you had to move away. This was maybe when you and Miguel were like 7. You were inconsolable during moving day and Miguel's poor little heart broke at the sight. He confessed to you then and asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes and you kissed him on the cheek and you guys hugged until your parents had to pry you off each other so you can leave. Your parents felt really bad that they had to separate you from your best friend and what they thought was pretend boyfriend but the move was a canon event.

You weren't able to keep in touch, you weren't able to make many friends in your new place either. Like you had friends but they kinda have their own separate friend groups that you're not a part of. You were kinda just there, mourning your loneliness. Growing up you always had that ugly feeling of missing out and the "what if I didn't move back then?" in the back of your head. But one day, you're already like what? Last year in high school? You get a notif on your IG that a Miguel liked a photo you posted from a few months prior (it's a rare photo of you wearing something that shows off of your curves and feeling it). It's odd. You've posted a lot more photos since then. You check the profile and it's your Miguel... but he grew up HOT. Tall, wide, jacked, but it's the same Miguel with the pretty brown eyes and dark loose curls that he now styles slicked back. You follow him thinking he won't notice because of all the pretty girls who comment on his pics but never get replied to. But he followed you back immediately and sent you a 'hey' on DM. You didn't know what to say at all so you just stared at it until he replied ':/' followed by 'see you soon. you better have something to say to me by then.'

Later that day your parents drop the bomb that you're moving back to your childhood home. Next to Miguel.

Not to get into too much plot I just really wanna think about Miguel welcoming back his girlfriend and wanting to make up for lost time which gets you super flustered by his advances and shamelessness. You can't quite tell if he's just teasing you about the girlfriend part but the flirting definitely feels for real.

Your parents telling you to keep the door open when he goes up your room to hang out and you get embarrassed, stuttering that you're not planning on doing anything sexual. Miguel however shrugs and goes "I wouldn't trust me in a room with you either. I would eat you up"

And during lunch at school you cant find a seat, you try to look for Miguel but the scary popular kids are flocking around him. He looks like he's so bored but perks up when he sees you walk by and grabs your wrist to make you sit with them. Some random girl mockingly goes "oh sorry there's no space for you here" and you feel humiliated. Miguel shuts her up with a glare and makes you sit on his lap. No one dares to speak up as he tries to feed you with the snacks from his tray. He's squeezing your thighs enjoying the feel of you on his lap while he goes "I remember you liking this (insert snack or boxed drink here) so I got you an extra one, chula"

There's really nothing else to this I just thought it was cute and had to share.

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[berry-potchy]

I had the sudden need for Miguel O'Hara x anxious crybaby reader (pfft me? projecting? haha imagine that 🫣)

Imagine being a new recruit and being skittish around him because he's so large and intimidating. And so hot. You want to impress him so bad and hear him say you did a good job but you always stutter when you report to him. You never meet his eyes but you don't really know where to look most of the time you end up looking at his massive tits so you don't get to see his amused expression when he's observing you.

But then one time you got really injured in combat after a miscalculated decision. You didn't want to report to Miguel and asked your the other spideys in your team to do it instead but he asked for you specifically. You think you were going to get scolded.

You can't look at him you just kept your eyes down to your feet. Your voice was shaking and barely a few words in you start sobbing from the anxiety and the thought that you disappointed him. But you feel Miguel wipe away your tears and pulling you to his chest. He rubs your back, cooing and murmuring words you can't understand but were comforting nonetheless.

Miguel wasn't mad. Quite the opposite. He was really just worried that you were refusing to care for yourself after your injury because you are always so hard on yourself. He thinks it's absurd that you're always downplaying how good and efficient you are at missions when you report to him. He thinks highly of you and the fact that you are so pretty is a bonus. He wants you to look at him in the eye when you talk to him but he has to stop himself from tilting your head up himself with a gentle finger under your chin. Maybe if he firmly told you "eyes up" you'd listen since you're so obedient and eager to please. Or maybe you'd like to have your hair pulled...

Idk where I'm going with this but just know it'll be smutty because that's how down bad I am for this man 🤡 just a little dacryphilia and praise kink 🥰

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[berry-potchy]

what’s so funny is that I never really liked yandere/obsessive character x reader because it was either out of character for them or just to dark/weird

But something about Miguel has made me just go absolutely feral over it. Obsessed Miguel in the way that he is always watching you on cams, stroking his poor neglected cock as he just listens to your voice :(

He tries not to push you away and hides his obsession but when he overhears a conversation with you and someone else about your little workplace crush he loses it.

I’ve never been to fond of the murdering obsessive character- but Miguel constantly watching your every move just does something to me carnally.

I GET YOU! I get you 100% I'm not a yandere girl either but when I tell you Miguel O'Hara changed my brain chemistry. Whatever he wants, I'm into it.

I love Miguel with a lot little obsession. He has cameras everywhere so it just makes sense that he'd have cameras on you. You can bet they are recording your every move. Oh it would start out as just a little curiosity, just regular monitoring. However, Miguel got curious about you. You caught his attention and it's just a downward spiral from there. You don't know you doing some unintentional things that turn him on. Maybe you keep putting the tips of your pens in your mouth or biting your thumb. Or messily eating your food and licking you fingers oh-so lewdly. Miguel is so soooo frustrated with how much of a tease you are. He can't stop watching you. Those lips are so plump and pretty. They'd look so good wrapped around his cock. He thinks you'd love that. He'll always keep your pretty mouth occupied to satisfy that little oral fixation of yours.

And your voice god. So perfect. He'd specifically ask you to report to him whenever you come back from a mission. Doesn't matter if you had other teammates who are willing to report instead. He wants you to do all the talking. He loves listening to your voice especially when you say his name. Even better if you have an accent oh-- Miguel is enthralled. When he's working late at night (which is always), he'd have to use your voice as a little background noise. He loves hearing you talk to yourself, or if you have a pet, and when you sing when you think no one is listening. When you start singing some very spicy suggestive songs, Miguel's thoughts go all over the places. Is that what you like? Is that what you want him to do? He'd be gripping his cock as you keep singing. He's hard again even after already cumming.

And if he finds out you have a crush on someone??? Oh he'll make Lyla scour through all the data to find out who the person is. You keep being vague about your crush when you talk about them. Miguel just wants to know. He'll make sure to separate you from them as much as possible. Of course we know the crush is him and he would have known if he just masturbated less to your voice and realized how much your tone shifts when talking to him. Only him.

Of course, he tries to hide all this umm... not-stalking stalking from you. Tries to act like he doesn't monitor you all day. He asks you how your day has been even though he knew you were in your bed all day until you decided to show up at the HQ. And of course, you were none the wiser and just talks to him as usual.

-💖

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[berry-potchy]

You didn't hear this from me but my DBF!Miguel blurb will have a second part and maybe more 🤭 thank you so much for the love it received I didn't expect so many of you to see it and enjoy it. Hopefully, you'd like the next part/s too!

Here's a little note I have in my drafts for part 2. And yes I do want to try to incorporate a little dialogue.

"Well, they’re not here anymore are they? It didnt work out," he whispers, trailing kisses up your neck to the sensitive skin behind your ear "Besides, I much prefer this pequeña princesa whose toes can't even reach the floor when I bend her over the kitchen counter. You love that too don't you? How I'm much bigger than you?"

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[berry-potchy]

EDIT: Full fic out now!!

I have not written a full fic in years so this is a lot. I'm just editing this and consulting with my friend for Spanish translations and it'll be up soon!

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[berry-potchy]

I keep wanting to post my Miguel x reader porn but I can't possibly put out something less than 1k words. It's a me problem!!! Here's my favorite part as a sneak peak though! (take 2 cuz my posts keep flopping when there's a screenshot attached 😭)

"You're still talking," he tutted, his head shaking like he's some kind of pet owner trying to reprimand a disobedient pet "Let me fix that, cariño.”

He brought his large calloused hands back on you, where they belong, you thought to yourself. His left hand firm on the flesh of your waist, you were sure they were going to bruise once he was done with you. His other hand fondled your breasts, the sharp talons on his fingertips lightly grazing your soft skin. You knew that when you look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow morning you'd look like you barely got away from being mauled by a feral beast, evidence of how Miguel O'Hara had his way with you and how you enjoyed every single second of it.

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[berry-potchy]

Hello Hello!

Sorry for being MIA for a whiiiile. Had some stuff going on plus getting distracted by talking about Miguel O'Hara with new friends lmao. But I'm hoping to post dbf miguel part 2 soon and considering a part 3. Also have been thinking about drabble requests??? I've never done those but they seem so fun. I'm thinking of accepting a few.

#potchy-thoughts #potchy-writes