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The Rat Bastard
If it pleases the court, I'd like to present my latest horny thot...
Rat Bastard!Miguel (🔞 just...self indulgent horniness)
This man is absolutely feral for you.
Rat Bastard!Miguel loves nothing more than stripping you naked, most likely tearing your clothing in the process.
He'd keep you spread and stuffed full of his cock all the time if he had his way, but unfortunately reality gets in the way.
Rat Bastard!Miguel is as brutal in his business dealings as he is when he's fucking you into the mattress. It's not uncommon for him to come home with blood splatters on his shoes and dress shirt.
But no matter how mercilessly he pounds you into the sheets, he never leaves bruises on your delicate skin.
"You bruise like a peach, hermosa." He murmurs against your skin as he sucks and nips a path down your neck, shushing away your protests as he rips yet another pair of your incredibly expensive panties.
Rat Bastard!Miguel is also the biggest hypocrite. Will he cover you in bruises? No. But will he cover you in hickies? Absolutely. Slap your ass red? Hell yes.
After sufficiently littering your inner thighs with hickies, and only after he's left your clit horribly puffy and overstimulated, Rat Bastard!Miguel will flip you over and pull you to you knees by your bound hands.
"Tell me how much you want it, baby girl." He rasps in your ear, nudging your tender clit with the tip of his cock. He smirks when you twitch and cry out, shaking his head and chuckling darkly.
"That's not an answer, hermosa." He bites down on the nape of your neck and hums when your body jerks in response. His cock brushes back and forth between your plush thighs, the coarse hair at the base of his shaft teasing your throbbing bundle of nerves.
Rat Bastard!Miguel loves teasing you until you're nothing more than a mewling, writhing bundle of begging and pleading.
"Please." You breathe out, barely more than a whisper, but he hears you, and he's more than happy to oblige.
Rat Bastard!Miguel slides the head of his cock into your aching pussy, and grunts as your walls pulse and flutter, squeezing him like a vice.
"Fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight." He groans, tightening his grip on your hips. You whimper quietly, and Miguel presses a mollifying kiss to your temple before leaning back and setting a brutal pace, thrusting in and out of you.
"Gonna fuck you good, hermosa." He growls, gripping your bound wrists in one hand, using the other to pull your hips back into his thrusts.
"Til you can't use those pretty legs." He growls. The erotic sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, accompanied by your lewd moans as he takes you mercilessly, unforgiving and unrelenting in his pursuit of your pleasure.
Rat Bastard!Miguel loves having you come undone under him as he whispers just the filthiest things you've ever heard, promising over and over to fuck you into the mattress.
And Rat Bastard!Miguel is a man of his word. He doesn't cum until you're a drooling, moaning mess underneath him. By the time he rolls you over, planting gentle kisses across your forehead, nose, and cheeks, you're pretty sure neither your brain nor your legs work.
Lucky for you, Rat Bastard!Miguel is a master at after care. 😜
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Thinking about Actress!Reader who finally got to change into a pair of shorts and a crop top after being in a corset and long dresses all day after shooting was done for the day.
Actress!Reader who gets invited to go get Gelato with Peter to help cool off after being stuck in such stuffy clothes for the past six hours.
Bodyguard!Miguel who had to suppress a scowl when you told him that you were basically going on a date with your fellow actor. But that didn’t deter him from volunteering to watch over you both when you went to walk through the streets of Rome. He’d rather be the one watching over you than Peter’s bodyguard.
Actress!Reader and Actor!Peter who didn't notice when a group of passersby recognized them, snapping a few pictures of you both without your knowledge. You weren’t completely used to the whole “having photos taken of you without your permission or contact” but that was unfortunately a price to pay when you’re new and on the rise.
Actress!Reader who finally went home to relax, getting a good night's rest now that the jet lag has finally stopped.
Actress!Reader who wakes up the next morning with 24 missed calls, 35 new messages and her name trending on twitter.
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Jake (Manager): (Y/N).
Jake(Manger): (Y/N), call me when you wake up.
Peter 🐝.: Did you look at Twitter yet?
Peter🐝.: Or like any social media yet?
Bestie💝: Girl…
Bestie💝: You’ve got some explaining to do.
“What’s… happening?” You mumbled as you scrolled through your new messages as you waddled into the kitchen of your hotel suite, where Miguel was already drinking his cup of coffee. Glancing up at him for a moment as he greeted you.
“Morning.” He mumbled as he placed his mug down. “Your manager told me to have you call him when you're up.”
“Do you know why?” You asked him as you scrolled to Jake’s contact info, receiving a grunt in response, a no.
“(Y/N) (L/N), would you like to explain what went on yesterday after you finished up on set?” You felt like you were five years old and being scolded by your mom all over again, except you genuinely didn’t know what you did.
“Um, I went to go get a snack with Peter. Why-“
“A snack.” He repeated, his tone questioning despite it being deadpan.
“Yes, a snack.” You huffed, your confusion turning into irritation as your brows furrowed together. “Why? can't I have a snack after work with my coworker?”
“You can have a snack after work, but from what I’m looking at here it doesn’t seem like it’s with a coworker.” His words make you pause.
“What?” All attitude now gone, confusion settles back in. “What are you talking about?”
“You haven’t seen the pictures yet?”
“What pictures?”
“Oh dear God…” Jake mumbled under his breath, before letting out a sigh. “Go on twitter, and check the trending tab.”
You put him on speaker and did what you were told, waiting for the little bird app to load, before clicking on the explore tab. Eyes widening as you read out the headline at top.
“Peter B. Parker and (Y/N), coworkers on a new upcoming movie, spotted out on date?!?”
Miguel almost started to choke on his coffee after he heard you recite the words, having to hit his chest to clear his windpipes as you frantically started to scroll through the tag.
“No, no it wasn’t a date though Jake, it wasn’t-“ Your words died on your tongue as your finger stopped scrolling once you hit a particular picture.
A picture of Peter making you try his flavor, by spoon feeding you.
Fuck how can I be so dumb? How could I forget that happened? It was only 2 seconds Max. And now it’s trending.
“I need you down at set an hour early. We have some things to discuss with Peter and his team.” Jake sighed before you heard the dial tone of him hanging up the call.
Shit.
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Part 4<
Not proofread.
Word count: 600
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Queen Elvira posing in a way that makes her short king look a little taller is one of the cutest things ever 😊
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Missed My Pillow
Miguel's spoiled. He can't sleep if you're not right there...
“Y/N?” Miguel stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Oh, hey, Migs.” Turning, you looked over your shoulder to give him a tired smile. Miguel yawned and made his way to stand behind you. You turned your attention back to the stove. “I thought you were asleep.” He responded by wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your hair.
“I was.” You grinned at the muffled vibration against your neck.
“Then why aren’t you still asleep?” You whispered, leaning back into him, gently whisking the milk you were heating. Miguel pulled his nose away from your neck and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“I couldn’t find my pillow.” He yawned, tightening his grip on your waist.
“Miggy, I have to get the cocoa powder.” Miguel turned his face back into your neck and grumbled.
“I was just getting comfortable.” He protested. With a chuckle you turned your face a little to look at him. He pulled back and yawned again.
“Oh, that’s charming.” Miguel narrowed his eyes at you. A warmth bloomed across your chest. He was so adorable with his hair wild and his eyes still bleary with sleep. All you wanted to do was run your hands through his hair and fold yourself into him like a koala.
“If I let you get it, will you come back to bed.” He grumbled, not willing to release you. At your nod, Miguel moved to release you. He looked a little surprised when you grabbed his wrists and wound his arms back around your waist. Turning back to look at him again, you gave him a warm smile.
“Walk me to the cabinet, Spider-Man?”
“Can’t make it by yourself, gorgeous?” Miguel smirked.
“What can I say, this is a pretty rough town.” You gave him a playful grin. You felt Miguel's chest rumble, but he acquiesced and walked you to the cabinet and back. Uncapping the cocoa, you poured some into the milk and gently began stirring again.
“Couldn’t sleep, Y/N?” Miguel whispered, resting his chin back on your shoulder. With a sigh, you melted back into his frame. Miguel reached around you and turned off the stove before guiding you towards the bedroom. He noticed how you stiffened as you reached the bedroom door, and instead opted for the couch. Sitting down first, he pulled you back into his chest.
“What’s wrong, muñeca?” He whispered, you rested your head on his shoulder and reached for his hand. Several moments passed like this. Miguel holding you while you played with his fingers.
“I love you, Miggy.” The words came out thick. Looking down at his hand, you traced each finger and wove yours in-between his own. “You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.” You could feel Miguel's breath stall. His fingers tightened around yours.
“I should be the one saying that, muñeca.” He rasped. You held up your joined hands towards the light.
“Maybe it’s true for both of us.”
“Y/N?” He rested his chin on the top of your head.
“Yeah, Migs?” Lowering your hands, you shifted so you could look up at him.
“Let’s go to the beach tomorrow.” He smiled down at you, and you returned it with a slowly spreading one of your own.
“I’d like that.” Miguel moved to lay further back, when you remembered something. “Oh!” You shot up, startling him. Miguel gave you a confused look. “I forgot my milk!” When you moved to get up, Miguel shook his head and pulled you roughly back into his form.
“Sleep.” He shifted and tucked you into his side. You blinked up at him and opened your mouth.
“But,” You tried.
“Sleep.” Your brows raised at his commanding tone.
“Yes, sir.” You mumbled. Satisfied that you weren’t going anywhere, Miguel wrapped an arm around your middle and curled himself around you. Stifling a yawn, you gave in to the sleep edging around your mind.
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One of them will have to get finished eventually, right???
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3am art post: Firefighter Miguel for the discord family! Very much nsfw so you get a crop 😮💨
Oh and some quick and dirty sketches
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Scenes from a marriage: The curious incident of the bug in the night time
Moon Knight Blooper Reel
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What about Cult Leader!Miguel... 🔞
imagine being his obsession
He's definetly charismatic enough to convince people to follow him to the ends of the earth.
Miguel probably sees thr members as his children of sorts. I don't see there being any creepy brain washed vibes. Its definitely a found family.
And then you came along.
It was so obvious from the way he treated you, that to Miguel you were different.
Its almost as if you were his North Star. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. He'd lay down his life for any member of the group.
But for you?
For you, he'd tear the moon and stars out of the sky and lay them at your feet. He'd risk everything and anything to keep you safe.
And when he makes love to you, it's a form of worship in his mind. He'd slowly peel off your panties, pressing reverent kisses to your thighs before drinking from the enshrined fountain that is your pussy.
And just as your thighs began shaking and tears streamed down your face from overstimulation, that's when he'd flip you over and enfold you in himself as he drives his cock repeatedly back into the warmth of your cunt.
And he'd go at an agonizingly slow pace. Squeezing his eyes shut and grunting in pleasure as your tightens walls bless his cock. He'd nuzzle your ear and whisper frantic half broken praises in spanish against your ear as he finishes, and paints your fluttering pussy in his highest form of worship.
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