may I request a Miguel with praise kink, just soft sex turned rough with some overstimulation and like,, claws and biting from both Miguel and reader :))
ahh i luv miguel </3 (tw. overstim)
i’m gonna preface this by saying; i don’t think miguel is a brat. i think he’s just so new to submission and not used to feeling so out of control that his conflicting emotions present themselves as being bratty or disobedient.
he truly wants to be good for you, but sometimes it’s hard :((( he’s trying to work through that and with how much he trusts you, it isn’t hard at all.
it wouldn’t be hard to notice how well he responds to praise. with the way he’d falter in whatever he’s doing and look to you for more.
even while you’re fucking into him with his thighs spread wide and his head thrown back into the pillows supporting his head, with you draping yourself over him so that you could whisper the filthiest things into his ear… with just a few words of praise, he’s clenching around you so tight & cumming onto his stomach.
and his mind can’t decipher when foggy pleasure that clouds his brain disperses and borders on painful, though he can feel every inch and every vein of you filling him up. he’s moaning out so loudly, his oversensitivity making tears gather at his waterline and threaten to fall.
his hands find your back, claws poking you as clumps of tears fall down his cheeks. “fuck! fuckfuckfuck..” he curses. he whimpers, burying his face into your shoulder as you’re urging him to yet another orgasm.
he makes an unintelligible sound when your teeth sink ever-so-slightly into the skin of his neck, keening and spurting out another load of cum.
“nnngh, too sens- sensitiveee!” he whines, mouth falling open as his warm breath puffs against your shoulder. “you- you got another one for me, fuck! don’t you?” you curse, grinding your hips up into his.
miguel was extremely tight and it didn’t help that your own loads were making the slide easier. the sounds were so fuckin’ sinful, the wet plap of your hips into his only egged you on even more.
you weren’t nearly done with him for the night, though miguel had no objections to any of your plans.
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A quick ramble featuring sub miggy from yours truly!
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Miguel’s jaw hanging slack as you lazily pump your fist up and down his aching cock, his raw voice catching in his throat like it almost hurts to moan anymore…
You’re giggling now as he starts to writhe, his hips twitching as he’s unable to decide whether to move away from your touch or to fuck up into your hand. Finally letting himself relax and be the whore you’ve been trying to turn him into. His back’s arching and now he’s shaking his head frantically-
“What is it, baby?” You coo, your voice dripping with syrup and poison as you continue your ministrations. What is it now, the fourth time?
Miguel’s hair-dusted chest heaves as he nearly fucking whines for you. “N— Not again, no, ‘s too-“ He begins, and you don’t even have time to prepare a rebuttal when he’s coming all over himself and adding to the sticky ropes already painting his chest and tummy. Labored moans emit from the wreck of a man as you can only laugh.
“What’s two more times, huh baby?” You ask, grinning like the fucking devil themself. “Oh God,” He pants out.
Subby Top!Miguel drabble. word count 931, nsfw, afab reader, oral and fingering (fem receiving), 'good boy', overstim, breeding, mentions of making reader a mama, can be read as plus//mid/size or thin
Subby Top!Miguel, who starts and ends the evening on his knees in front of you.
Subby Top!Miguel who kisses up your leg as he ties your shoes. You're not even going anywhere fancy, just a double date with some friends, but he doesn't care at all. Subby Top!Miguel who opens your door for you, who holds your hand the whole drive, who takes your coat and pulls out your chair for you once you reach the little Italian place your friends insisted on. Subby Top!Miguel who leans down to kiss your cheek, only for you to purr in his ear, "such a good boy for me." Subby Top!Miguel who has to fling himself into his chair so your friends don't see the insta-boner your words and perfume gave him.
Subby Top!Miguel who can barely go five seconds without touching you. Subby Top!Miguel who made sure you sat on his left so he could keep his hand on your knee, or on your stomach, or in your hand, while he eats and talks. Subby Top!Miguel who looks like he might cry from relief when you give him that soft smile that means, "baby, I wanna go home." He lifts your coat off your chair and drapes it over your shoulders, paying the bill and buying the rest of the bottle of wine so your friends will stay here and not insist on going to your place. Subby Top!Miguel who's muttering in Spanish the entire drive home, whether you can understand it or not.
Subby Top!Miguel who undresses you reverently when you finally end up in bed again. Subby Top!Miguel who murmurs about how hard he's been since the start of dinner as he kisses down your front, his tongue laving over your nipples as he pays extra attention to your soft breasts; they are his favorite, after all. Subby Top!Miguel who whimpers when you finally give him permission to touch between your thighs.
Subby Top!Miguel who tries to go slow, because you deserve to be worshipped, but he gets so pussy drunk so fast that his pupils blow out so wide you can't even see the red of his eyes anymore. Subby Top!Miguel who tries to just use his tongue, but after your hole starts dripping, he loses his mind and plunges his middle finger into you, curling it to hit that spot as he murmurs and growls and whimpers about how pretty and perfect your pussy looks with his finger inside you, how much he loves you as he laps at your clit, how tight you squeeze when he slides another finger beside the first. Subby Top!Miguel who whines unabashedly when you tug and pull on his hair, praising him as he works you to a third orgasm before even taking his pants off.
Subby Top!Miguel who tries so hard to be gentle when he finally presses his cock against your dripping, fluttering hole, who pushes into you with his face buried in your neck, whimpering as you arch into him and pet his hair, gasping out praises as you stretch around him. Subby Top!Miguel who ends up rutting into you desperately, his words only half intelligible and even less in English as he kneads every bit of you he can. Subby Top!Miguel who whimpers and whines and drools into your neck as he overstimulates himself inside you.
Subby Top!Miguel who loses count of how may times he's cum, how many times he's filled you, because you clench so tight every time he makes a sound, which is constantly because how could he not when you feel like this? Subby Top!Miguel who can feel his own cum dripping out around him as he fucks you, but doesn't care, because you keep mewling out praises and telling him how good he feels, how good of a boy he is for you, how perfect his bog cock is bullying into your womb. Subby Top!Miguel who can't stop, doesn't want to stop, because he doesn't want a drop to go to waste, doesn't want a moment of this to be for naught, who insists on making you a mama as he whimpers into your ear about how well you take his cum.
Subby Top!Miguel who whines out apologies when his hips give out, when his cock goes still and soft, buried deep inside you. Subby Top!Miguel who nuzzles into you as you praise him up and down, telling him how proud you are, how good you feel, how much you love him, that he has nothing to apologize for because your brain can barely function and you're not sure you could take more anyway.
Subby Top!Miguel who still insists on pulling out and carrying you to the bath, even though his legs are trembling and he stumbles slightly. Subby Top!Miguel who changes the sheets as you clean up, and then joins you, sitting between your legs in the tub with your soaped up fingers in his chocolate hair, groaning and whining softly as you clean him up reverently. Subby Top!Miguel who you manage to convince you can walk long enough to get to the bedroom, where he practically collapses when you insist he lay down first. Subby Top!Miguel who lets you crawl on top of him and wrap around him like a koala, listening to his heartbeat as you fall asleep tangled together, his hands on your waist and yours on his chest.
*raise hand violently* PLEASE CAN I ASK ABOUT sub!miguel headcanons?!?!?!?!?!
What makes him whine, how pretty does his whimpers sound like?!?!?!
How gorgeous does he look when his eyes get all shiny and wet with tears because you won't let him come yet.
sub!miguel headcanons
basic summary: miguel is the whiniest, most pushy malewife and you are his protector, comforter, and safe space :3
a/n: OK BETTER LATE THAN NEVER RIGHT? (im so sorry lmfaooo) also does it count as headcanons if i have random scenes in between them?? wtvr *shoves fic in ur arms and sprints away*
content: suggestive + fluffy
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bed habits (I'M TALKING AB SLEEPING YOU DIRTY BASTARD!) -- miguel is a sleepy, cuddly boy
he never has trouble falling asleep when you're around (except for when he - adorably - forces himself to stay awake so he can spend time with you)
this man is 6'7" but he still tries to curl up on your lap when you're lounging on the couch just so you can play with his hair as he dozes off
miguel owns a king sized bed, big enough to fit five people comfortably, yet he's adamant to take up all your space
it gets hot (i mean, he's hot -- literally, like his internal temp is higher than the average human) but even when you try to shove him away, he only pulls you closer to him
if you do, somehow, get away from him, he wakes up immediately with a sleepy groan, blindly reaching across the mattress for you:
you try to dodge his hands, laying precariously at the edge of the bed, hoping he would give up and go back to sleep. unfortunately, it only makes him whine like a spoiled child, "baby, closer. need you...come here" god -- he has such a cute sleepy voice...
but you don't let it sway you. you're already laying on top of the comforter, desperately trying to cool off and get back to sleep.
"it's too hot, miguel"
"but...i can't sleep without you" you can hear the pout in his voice
"just hold a pillow and pretend its me"
he sighs -- actually sighs like the dramatic man he is, "but it's not the same!"
you don't respond, refusing to continue this 3 am argument that you'll never win, and pretend to fall back asleep. maybe he will practice self-soothing or something and sleep by himself? maybe he'll be an adult about this?
silence settles in the air for a few minutes and you're nearly lulled back to unconsciousness. and then you hear the sheets rustle as he sits up next to you, suddenly fully awake and stubbornly staring down at you.
"please?"
"mig, no amount of 'pleases' will convince me to sleep against your volcanic body"
"...how about just until I fall asleep?"
"but when I move away you'll wake up again."
you hear a quiet 'hmph' before you're promptly tugged back against his body. his face presses against your hair as he situates himself to engulf you in his warmth. "exactly, so don't leave me."
it's a common misconception that sub!mig likes to be the little spoon but actually he likes to cling onto you like you're a living teddy bear -- face nuzzled against your neck, legs intertwined with yours, and one large hand on your tit
you often wake up in a tangled mess, your neck stiff from the contorted positions he maneuvers your body into during the night
but you don't mind it anymore, especially on those rare morning swhen you wake up before him and you get to see those worry lines on his forehead soften as he sleeps soundly next to you
miguel is a soft and eager man:
it's his life mission to provide for you, to hear soft words of praise whisper from your lips
as soon as you're alone in a room, he drops the tough guy act and immediately searches for your warmth
miguel sticks to you like velcro when he isn't fighting crime in the city
and when he isn't with you, he's absolutely thinking about you
(of course he makes sure that you're thinking about him too with all the texts he sends you throughout the day -- adorned with cheesy emojis...)
this dude is so needy and desperate for your love, praise and approval that he's the one asking "would you still love me if i were a spider-mutant worm and i looked at you like this: 🐛 to say 'i love you'?"
would he call you 'mami'? debatable.
but he loves it when you call him honey, sweetheart, baby, bubby/bubs, hubby (he wants to marry you so bad), and puppy (WHEN HE'S KINKY BC HE'S A HORNY SOB)
you swear he whimpers a little when you tell him what a good man he is -- when you confess that he's your hero, even when he's not swinging around the city and lifting up buildings with his bare hands
his warm brown eyes search your face, a desperate quest for truth in every gentle word you speak. he's never been spoken to so softly in his life -- this tenderness, it's new...too good to be true
as time passes and your love deepens, he begins to realize that it's all true, that everthing about you is genuine, that he is loveable after all
miguel worships you:
he is definitely a worshipper when you let him be
on slower, more sensual nights, he makes sure to paint your body in kisses, from your ankles to your forehead it's almost tortuous
(maybe even bites if it's been a while since he's seen you)
he likes to kneel for you, make himself smaller so he can look up at you and appreciate everything you've provided for him
he's really whiny and pathetic though...
he wants to be told what to do, when to do it, and how. it helps him let go of this thoughts, anything that's weighing on him
it could be his heightened senses or just his desperation, but he needs to touch you all the time -- even just the light feeling of his hand against your thigh gives him a euphoric feeling.
so you deny him because you know how much he loves the delayed gratification and humiliation when you tease him for it.
"baby, you're acting so needy right now~" you decided to withdraw from the heated interaction to keep him at the edge. his eyes are dark, blazing with heat, as you speak to him with a syrupy sweet voice.
he pouts from the spot where he's kneeling for you, already achingly hard from the thorough petting session you just gave him.
"i'm not trying to be...just really need it." he's whining with a mixture of shame, frustration, and exasperation in his voice.
"It?" you tilt your head, a small smile gracing your lips.
"..." he doesn't elaborate. you can see a hint of pinkness creep up his neck as his eyes avoid yours.
he can get so shy sometimes. it's endearing. it makes you want to destroy him then put him back together again.
"honey, i can't give you what you need unless you tell me." you know what he wants, but you want to hear him say it.
— Miguel loses himself when he reaches his limits, you're just happy to be part of it to see it all go down
Tw: Sex with no plot, husband and wife relationship, she/her pronouns for reader, Miguel is whiny and talkative, grab your translators 'cause i speak spanish.
— Ah.. No puedo más, no puedo más~
The words slip out of his mouth before his brain even registers them, the only thing that seemed meditated was the rough tugging at your hips to keep you pressed against his crotch and the sloppy bucking of his hips.
His forearms and forehead pressed against the bed's headboard , aware enough of the sharp talons scratching the wood to contain himself from doing something stupid.
As careful and self aware he could be right now it was only a matter of time for his brain to turn into putty and forget all about him not being just a regular human, fucking into you like some needy animal.
Tongue lolling out, red eyes rolled back, his sweaty frame hovering over you completely, sharp fangs that itched to bite and keep you still, he was a complete mess.
But the hottest thing about him going pussy drunk, lost in pleasure was that he couldn't shut up.
Going from quiet moans and manly groans to a soft voice, sweet and whiny gasps and all that he felt like saying in his blissful state of mind.
He spoke Spanish regularly, at work, in the comfort of your house doing domestic chores and/or nothing but it became worse (better) when in bed.
— What's wrong, Papi? Cumming already?
You kept feeding onto it.
"What else can he say?"
"How far can it go?"
"How much can i ruin him?"
"Is it possible for him to get louder?"
He moans at the pet name, a hot shock climbing up his spine. He was going to regret the day he taught you those words. His thighs shake under yours, he was no longer pushing his cock into you, opting to calm down a few seconds, it was too early for him to cum, he was too sensitive.
— N- no morena, just catching my breath. Eso es todo...
— You sure? We can tap out, if you'd li-
His talons grip your body, one hand on your waist and the other around your ankle, slamming you fully on his dick. If the air hadn't been knocked out of your lungs, the most loud and meant-to-be-in-a-pornographic-film scream would have left your throat.
— Aquí... Me quiero quedar aquí, like this between your legs.
His hips stutter before moving again and he loses it, once again.
Your ears are filled with the mushy sound of his dick rearranging your insides and the loud, whiny praises that he sings with his head hidden in the space between your shoulder and neck. Miguel pushes his body upwards, changing the position and now your knees are centimeters away from touching your forehead.
—Ay, espérate Miguel-!
You whine and tap his thigh rapidly in protest but he's so lost your voice sounds distant. You give up, holding your thighs open and letting your knees rest next to your head.
His eyes are closed shut, the insatiable slamming of his hips against your ass was the only thing keeping him dozing out. He pants your name, exhausted but not giving in until you're ruining the bed sheets with your love juice.
— You're a mess, Migi~
You say but you're both panting, moaning and sweaty all over each other. He chuckles.
— Si? Qué más? Te gusta que me esté desmoronando así encima de ti? Eres una maldita pervertida, dime si me equivoco~
Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your pussy squeezes around his dick greedily and you hear him lose his breath.
— Pervertida? Yo? Look at you, Migi!
His thrusts become sloppier, fat cock twitching inside you and you squeeze his forearm that rests on the bed next to you.
— I'm not denying it, imposible que lo haga cuando se siente tan rico y mi esposa se ve... Tan bonita~
His left eye twitches and his nose scrunches when his balls start emptying in you, a loud round of Si, si, si and me vengo, Morena! leaving his lips.
He talks you through it, watching your face contour in pleasure and he feels like cumming for a second time when your gummy walls squeeze him so harshly and your pussy gushes all over him.
He pulls his dick out when it stops throbbing painfully and he goes back to his senses but all he has the energy for is to lay next to you and pull your body closer.
— I didn't hurt you, did I?
His eyebrows twitching when he asks, still not in full control of his body. You whine.
— Aww, is it over? No more spanish?
He laughs, pinching your hip lovingly and giving you a quick peck as he falls asleep.
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using one of those clit sucking vibrators on boy pussy miguel <3
That’s it. That’s the tweet.
I AGREE tying him up (there might be a trend here idk) and tying him to the bed nd using it on him :( and he has to just sit there with it attached to his clit at low power nd hes just struggling cus it feels so good :( but its not enough to make him cum so hes just being edged for hours while youre out doing other things nd then you come back nd its still going nd the bed is SOAKED cus he keeps dripping and hes crying and struggling but he cant do anything and he sees you walk into the room and hes just begging to make it stop and how he wants to cum and hes crying for you :((( hes completely fallen apart and waiting for you
Miguel with a size kink but the opposite way. like you're way shorter than him and he's still so subby, leaning into you and being under your control- loves being teased for it. "Such a whore.. you're so big and still shaking and moaning just from this?" "m- yes, yes, please harder". AAAAAHH
miguel is like 6’7 so it’s safe to say he does tower over you, but that stops absolutely nothing. he would totally love to watch you fuck him in a mirror. it doesn’t matter the position, as long as he could see the way you absolutely tear him apart.
miguel knows to keep his hands obediently behind him as you rail him from behind. the sheets are soaked in tears and his saliva but he could not care less as he turned his head to watch your reflection in the mirror.
it doesn’t help that you’re talking him through it either, he’s a fucking mess. “look at how i’m fucking you, miguel. so tall and big.” you mutter from behind him, eyes locked on the sight of your cock entering and leaving him.
“and yet look at you. shaking and moaning like a whore just from this,” you’d murmur, and his mouth would open and his fangs would drop. “your w-whore! yes, yes ple-ease! harder-r!” he’d whine around his fangs, crying out once more once he feels you use his arms as leverage to fuck him harder.
surely a miguel riding reader please and THANK YOU YOU’RE A GOD SEND 👀👀
(tw slight feminization)
i can just see it now; you having a lap full of miguel, riding you as if he got paid for it. both of his hands would be close together on your chest as he cried out everytime he let himself drop back down.
your hands would find their way to his hips and his cock would drip precum down his shaft and onto your stomach as he got closer and closer to an orgasm.
“i can tell you’re getting close, princess.” you’d murmur, squeezing his waist. with how tight he was, you knew he wasn’t far from toppling over the edge. the way he clenched around you felt like pure heaven.
his eyes would blur with tears that soon fell, and after a while he’d have plump tears streaming down his cheeks as your cock punched moan after moan out of him.
“‘m gonna come, love, please let me? i’ve been good haven’t i? your g-good princess?” he rambles, voice raspy and cracked from misuse. you grinned, “go ahead then princess, you’ve been so good for me,” you praise, and he keens.
“fuck, yesss!” he whimpers, breathing harshly as his cock spurts ropes of cum over your and his stomaches. he slows down, and a guttural moan makes it way out of his throat as you thrust up into him.
“i still haven’t cum yet, k-keep going.”
he’d shudder, chewing on his lips and still obeying you. “yes sir,” he squeals, his second orgasm not far off as your cock repeatedly presses against his prostate.
