riding miguel would literally be a sport omg the way he’d have to lift you up off his lap because your body is too exhausted

riding miguel! (nsfw)

they should considere it to put it up to a olympic sport atp cause it’s something that just takes a lot of time and work. i definitely feel they’re some days that he would come home and he’ll be more than pleased to give you a hand. but not today. he’ll come so tired of all the late work that he had to indure. you didn’t know how much he crave for it, to have you all by himself. and why not to try something new, now that you had some practice before why not ride him all by yourself. this time, no guidance and definitely not help. at first you’ll be a little bit intimidate by it, having him staring at you, full in display, on your own bed, him observing every minute detail of your performance. it felt like your first time all over again (who btw was with miguel ofc🤭). he’ll grab you by the wrist to get close to his throbbing cock, he’s been painfully hard the whole day, thrilled just for this moment, so he’s now very impatient. “c’mon just sit on it baby” “don’t be acting like a prude right now”-. he muttered as you start to accommodate his tip already glassed in pre-cum on your entrance, you had it grabbed by his base giving it slow strokes, as your going in you feel how it slowly rasps making his way into your cavities, you yelp at the feeling, mostly bcs you didn’t had any prep. he usually will take his time before fucking you, he’ll eat you out and stick his fingers on your tight cunt till it’s fully mixed with both of y’all juices before he can burried his length into you. but not today. he wanted to feel how you strech yourself with his hardness, how good it i’ll start to dilatate and contract while his tip reach for the cervix.

as you were making it fit, you were whimper and sobbing mess and miguel could feel how tensed you were, how he was ripping his way up. “honey. escúpele” he demanded as you’re half way in. you spit on the palm of your hand and start glazing and rubbing his shaft with the mix of your sticky saliva and arousal. you watched miguel throw his head back off, shutting his eyes. fuck he’s been fantasizing about it for so long. and mind you, you haven’t reached to the base yet. abruptly you feel miguel’s hand groping your mushy hips and dragging you all the way down. it felt so violent the way you took him in one sitting, that you cry loudly at being now fulled by him. “fuck that’s it” he spit, you cry as you clench tightly on him, and fuck he’s having way too much fun, “ahora de nuevo”—he hissed while looking proudly at how well your taking him, such a good girl. you go all the way up again, with one hand on his base trying to keep the control of it, and drop slowly until your inner thighs are crashing with his pelvis, fuck it stings badly, you feel how hard his cock is stretching your walls as well your thighs are starting to cramp and burn as it’s holds your entire body weight. you tried to support your hands on miguels defined abs but he just slapped them away, “don’t fucking try it, put em behind”—you wanted to protest be he’s already giving you that “say it o you’ll regret it” look. you put them behind as you start going up again, and get down giving little semi circular movements, hissing as it starts to hit the right spot. “fuck.. que apretadita estás”- you cry as he’s hitting it, over and over again, your legs burning, the way your hips are loosing the tempo making all the movements messy and desperate for a guidence.

the room has been a mixing sounds of grunts, whimpers and sobbing messes, the filthy noises of the headboard slamming and the loud sounds of skin slapping as your crushing down hard and squirming all over him. miguel throwing his head back groaning and mutting the dirtiest praises “fuckk..such. a dirty. slut” “stop crying or i’ll be worse”. he’ll constantly switch his grip between your hips or your bouncing tits, he’ll twisted and squeez it. he fucking enjoying it watching your tired body starting to collapse. your pretty eyes closed, trying to endure all the pain and pleasure coming from all the parts that his hands and cock are abusing. the minutes you been on and on it’s almost miracle that you didn’t faint, as he sees you getting all flustered and sweaty he’ll grab you by the face, “don’t. fucking. stop”—.you can feel now his thumb digging dip in your jaw, making you gasp. you feel your full body start trembling, you try to inhale and exhale but your lower back and thighs went on shock. the exhaustion in your face as you implored and begged for miguel's help. until you just can't help it anymore and drop your weakened body on top of him. miguel inmidiatly will embrace you in warm and intimate hug, lift you up off his lap, stand up while he’s still inside you. he'll leave a trace of kisses from your collarbone up to your face whispering how good you were and now he's gonna take care of you.

pd: the stamina of this guy GOD he’s probably goes on an on all night 🤭

trad:

-spit on it

-now again

-you’re so tight

asking miguel to give you a back massage because your lower back has be killing you! and he starts getting distracted (y’all r in backshots position)

every single day i think about what would be to have a beast of a man always touch starved. let’s picture it, miguel is the type of guy no matter how angry, stressing or even on the edge of a mental breakdown, that man it’s always down bad for you. so when you ask him to do an subtle act like a back massage, how could he say no?. what kind of boyfriend he would be to negate such a innocent act?. the truth is that that never ends up well for you, like let’s be real why you even got that back pain in the first place. “ya mi chiquita, where it hurts?” he casually comes from behind, slowly sliding his hands from the sides of your hips. his fingertips gently carresing your curvy hips, as you throw your head back, resting your head on his solidly built chest. you close your eyes just enjoying whatever he was trying to do with you. then you feel him kissing you in the forehead. this love gestures is what send tickles down, you often love when he’s rough on you but when he’s like this, taking extra care of you makes you want to melt right there. “no te hagas la bonita, where it hurts?”. as you open your eyes, you see him looking right down at you, his stare, god how long he has been hungirly creeping at you?. “more in the center, like in the low back” you said slightly annoyed that he’s playing too much. “mmh i see..” now you have his full focus in your back, tbh the man was fully cheeking your ass, how the bum gently moves up when he drags the palm of his hands in circles, in the exact right place that you wanted. you were wearing that tight pijamas that left little to the imagination, so he’s fucking holding back like craaazy.

he use his knuckles to press it on your center and then go up throughyour spine and then down, reaching a little lower from your low back. he then uses his free hand to grab on your hip. his grip start to become tidder once a soft moan scape from your pretty dirty mouth, “te gusta así?” he asked as you can feel his lips near your left ear, the tip of his nose smelling your sweet aroma, going from your hair to your neck, that man was savoring every single of inch of you (he likes to play with his meal before eating it so 🤭), you just nod impatiently for more. now he just couldn’t take it anymore, and fully pressed down his painful erection on your beautiful plump ass, now holding both of your hips, guiding your ass to fully grind on his long hard shaft. it was still and even with the light fabric covering it with the friction you can feel every angry vein of his cock. that shit is just mouth watering to you. “miguel.. que pesado eres” you said annoyed and you kinda were, that man is going to end up breaking you in half. but with your ungrateful attitude you just earn a hard and loud spank from him, making you gasp out of the surprise and the sting that made your bum burn like crazy. god you’re just causing him to be more frustrated “who did this you?”, “who hurt that pretty back of you, huh?” he asked while forcing you to look up at him, his eyes where so lustful like he hasn’t been touched in months, “mm?” he asked again while playing with your lips with his fat thumb. you just bat your eyes at him giving him that inocent look, those bambi “fuck me” eyes that you know it makes him go insane, you’re such a fucking tease. the way he quickly pull down your shorts and panties, just enough so he can fully see that piece of ass he loves to use it to get himself off, like whenever you’re bending down he would not wait to play with it, to make it bounce on his cock until he pleases. but now he was tired of just pressing it down, he needed more. “miguel, can you..” you said as you tried to face him, “shut up” he spits as he push your back on to the kitchen counter, you try to protest but he keeps forcing you to stay still, you know that he doesn’t play, if he wants to be brutal it’s up to you. suddenly he lifts your mini top so your soft nipples are touching the freezing ceramic, you whine, you want to be his good fuck-toy and not protest but you just can’t help it. it’s humiliating, he’s just torturing you at this point. the way you know that tomorrow it’s gonna hurt even more. “now do me a favour, stay still y callada o te irá peor”

(pd: i definitely can do a part 2 of this one 🤭)

trad:

okay tiny

stop acting dumb

like that?

miguel you’re so annoying

and shut up or it’s gonna be worse

your friends would look at the height difference between you and miguel and start giggling because they know for a fact that man DESTROYS you in bed

OMGHHGHH this is soooo🤭🤭like let’s really talk about it. the fucking height difference. that man is not only 6’9 he’s also is extremely ripped. he has a wide back and huge arms that literally makes you look like his personal keychain that he likes to carry around. he would also never stop the physical contact with you, he simply can’t help it. like you’re just too pretty and perfect size for him that he just can’t help it to grab it whenever he pleases. specially when you guys are hanging around with your friends, him putting his hand on your thigh and if he’s feeling risky that day he would put his hand around your hips gently giving them an squeeze, just because he likes to see you all flustered and nervous while talking to them. it makes you look so dumb how he gets you this bad with his “small” touches. OF COURSE they now that miguel absolutely demolishes you in bed when no one is around.

thinning about miguel’s face expression when you tell him that you wish LYLA was a real person.

“she’s just so cool, you know? she’s definitely get along with me and the girls.”

he would look absolutely… terrified at that statement. like don’t get me wrong he doesn’t hate the idea of you having a friend like lyla it’s just it happens to be well.. LYLA. he’s the type of guy that likes his work and love life completely separated and it makes him crazy the idea of them getting mixed up. i know for a fact that he would just play it cool while actually starting to sweat -“bueno..eso no creo que..i mean totally, why not”-and you will just keep going and going on how much fun you guys would have together partying or making a girls trip. and the only thing he’s thinking of is all the dangerous info that lyla has on him, all the embarrassing stuff, all the minute details that has happened in his life. that would be absolutely hell. because he knows for a fact that lyla will spill all of it, she’s simply that bold. so yeah it’s no secret that he’s not into it very much 😭

i love running to you whenever i had concept ideas because i feel like i wouldn’t be good enough to write them, i hope you don’t mind!

but omg, im listening to exhale by sabrina carpenter and i just got an idea—what if spider!yn just like…reaches a breaking point? like between the super hero life, her family life, and college life…she’s just super exhausted with everything, yk? i highly recommend listening to the song, it’s amazing <3

and miguel is dealing with a whole bunch of shit with his own life and matters so he doesn’t really see how exhausted and how bad she’s hurting inside until she shows up to hq the next day super exhausted. he’s giving her the rundown on the next mission and she’s trying her best to listen, but she ends up passing out due to lack of sleep and severe stress and he starts FREAKING OUT. like it genuinely breaks his heart seeing her like that.

exhale (mini fic)

there’s somedays you’ll ask yourself what you even bother to show up. what you even doing what you’re doing if it’s always causing you so much pain and distress, i mean you suppose to love these things right?… waking up at 5 am having to indure the loud horns and noisy neighbors, the feeling of the heavy cold smog making hard to catch a breath in such crowded streets that only nyc can offer, find a way to fit in such packed wagons. all this effort just to get to uni and being forced to face the hard but honest truth, that maybe you’re just not good enough. not good enough even for your family, it’s been countless times that you’ve been showing up late for dinner, all bruised up, evading your mom every time she touched the subject of you wanting to drop out, your late night scapes, how you became just so apart from everybody. what’s more difficult is how you stopped taking care of yourself, completely dissociating for days asking you how or when your life got to this point. you constantly are wishing to make yourself feel something, pulled you out from this stoic state. just the right moment when you feel comfortable enough to take off this weight that you been carry on for months. the truth it’s that you love saving people, be the hero that every person can feel protected by, but who’s taking care of you.

for miguel it hasn’t be easy either. when he decided to isolate himself planing the next mission, he started to miss again that warm-cozy feeling to have a company when he most needs it. it i’ll often think about what you said to him, about your family pissing you off lately. he couldn’t even listen to the rest of it, he just kept thinking of how much he’ll give to even have one. he took it as kick directly in the guts, something that just got incrustaded in his mind. he felt how the memories started to attack again, but this time he couldn’t make it stop, make them go away. he usually will find ways to distract himself, making the best out of his slightly nerdy hobbies, keep repairing the avarite sistem, train with the spider team, your smile, god.. when was the last time he ever saw it. you two had became so apart from each other the last couple of months that he barely has sees you without the mask, if he’s not giving you structions, he’s asking you to pay more attention, to be better. he wished he didn’t throw those dagger words at you, but you almost got killed and if that ever happened that’s on him..and only him. he just can’t.allow that.

as miguel gather the team to try give them a rundown of the next mission you could see just by the way he was standing, he’s simply not in the mood. and you were late as per usual. as you make your way into the room you try so hard to pass unnoticed by him, but even if you were wearing a sack of potatoes as a suit, you’ll never be overlooked by him, he just can’t help himself, always looking out for you, he’ll always find himself staring at you intensively. but do to the lack of sleep, and dehydration (srsly when was the last time you drink a glass of water?) impairing your muscle coordination making you stumble around, making noise, not paying attention. “oye! if you’re not going to pay attention at least you can’t stop distracting everybody”–. he barked. and you knew it was directed at you. it surprised both of you honestly. he really didn’t meant to do it, but as i said the man was stressing out lately. he usually will set you aside from the group, and reprehend you personally. but not today. and miguel could feel the instant regret kickin in as he sees the annoyed looks from everybody, feeling his heart sink deep in his chest as he sees you getting all flustered, distinguishing some harsh words being throwed across the room “agh, again?” “why she even here”. you noticed obviously, it was no strange feeling being a burden everywhere else but now here.. it was just too much, the pressure in your head starting to bump, feeling drizzled, how slowly your cheeks start to burn tangling your whole face, your legs start to numb, you took your mask off trying hard to reach for air, you were suffocating as you try to make your way out of there.

miguel notice it and it felt like his body went on autopilot, he wasn’t thinking anymore, he got to get to you. he calls out your name several times, but it felt like echoing in the back or your head as you start loosing conscience of your own steps, so you trip and inmidiatly got cought by a fellow spider partner from the hq, you try to mumble some words but you can’t even get to a full sentence. the last thing you distinguish is an “are you okay?” and all pitch black.—to nothing. miguel for the other hand was panicking, he’s face was full on horror, as he’s making his way in the circle of people that gathered around your passed out body. he just throw them around —“EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT!”—. he yelps tragically, everyone inmidiatly started to back out, they simply don’t want to deal with him in that state (yeah he’s scary protective) as he gets to you, he inmidiatly drops on his knees, he’s in shock how could this happen, how could he allow this to happen. he took you delicated frame by his hands, one caressing your back, and the other supporting your head. he looks around in desbilief, he wanted to hunt down every single one of those crows eyes staring you down, not doing anything. fuck it made him go violent. “i said..everybody..out..out”—.

it was quiet but sharp, it’s visible how his fangs started to peak out and his eyes are mixed rage but an inscrutable pain, the man was not playing anymore. as the room left empty and your pulse started to stabilize thanks to the aracnid sense, preventing your body to go on an physical trauma. you sense how little strings of hair peaked at your noise, making it tingle, as you’re eyes adjust at the sudden light assaulting your sensitive vision. as you breathe in you feel a light-weight on your chest that moves with you as your exhale the lodge air off your lungs. you peek down and see miguel’s head resting on it. “hey” you whisper. he looks up to you with his glossy puppy eyes, his thumbs now brushing your lips making a trace down to your chin. “i’m sorry mi morenita” god when was the last time he called you like that, “i was not there for you”—. he coos as he presses his front with yours. “i’m..i..missed this” that’s the only thing that you managed to say, and it was true, you missed his intimate contact, his gentle touch. but more importantly you missed feeling safe.

(pd: i hope is not too much i got inspired, and also this hits home particularly so it’s the first time a relate this much with a y/n 😭)

making miguel laugh…like a genuine laugh

ommgg such a cute interaction between you two 🫶🏼 like as we know he can be a very serious guy, he’s always in his own world, trapped in his lab working, very studious in general. so he usually doesn’t like the idea of having company, it can be really distracting, to not say everybody is just annoyance to him. except you, it’s not like you’re not noisy (bcs you’re) he just likes it when you’re very talkative, in a nice way, you had a nice voice that’s soft enough for him, is almost like white noice but sometimes he would peak on one or two things that you’re saying. he takes it as a nice exercise, whenever he feels like he’s getting lost in his own head or his self-destructive thoughts he would just start paying attention. “so she really said that to you, huh?” he asked, you were talking the whole night about a fake friend that you’re obligated to keep around because she’s just been there, all your life so what else can you do?. “exclatly!! she’s just so dumb.. trust me if i scream into her ear, it would echo”-. at first you hear a subtly giggle, he really tried to contain it but then he just couldn’t anymore, you hear a full on blast laughter from miguel, so unreal, you wanted to even record it and show it to all of his coworkers and say that you did that. you break him. you laugh with him too, enjoying the moment.. he’ll never admit it but you’re so good for him.

how do you think miguel would react to finding out that you had an abusive ex? (he would hear it from the other spider people)

first of all i think he would be shocked, like he would start asking himself a lot of things. first of all why didn’t you tell him?, do you trust him? i mean you guys have just started the relationship with the promise that ya’ll are gonna take things slow. but he couldn’t understand why to omit such a important thing from him. that questions later would turn in just insecurities. it’s not a secret that miguel has a lot of traumas, i think what it most gets him is that he can’t protect the ones that he loves and deeply care about, or going even further, what if he’s the one that’s hurting them to begin with. he don’t want to be, HELL he can’t be like him, like your ex. he rather die than make you suffer but what if one day he just snaps and looses control, he’s animalistic part taken over him. the man was just torturing himself at that point.

i don’t think he would say anything at first.. when you are haging around him he would be extra silent. he tends to be really quite when you guys hang out, something about miguel is that the silence is never uncomfortable, it mades you feel like you’re alone in a good way, your anxiety calms for hours, no pressure to do o say anything just be peaceful with each others company. but this day was off, every thing was just so weird, he often would evade your stare, trying to focus on anything else. he was trying hard not to touch the subject it’s not like didn’t want to, he just wanted to respect at least your decision to not telling him. you just assumed that maybe he didn’t want you there, that maybe he was just annoyed by your presence. as you collect your stuff ready to leave, he stops you, grabbing you by the hand “stay, please just don’t go” you tell him that maybe you guys can hang out in another time. “i’m not like him, i.. i’ll never ever do that to you” he says finally not holding it anymore, but you knew exactly what he meant by that, you wanted to explain to him and you tried but -“let me take care of you, i’ll protect you, can you let me do that for you?”- nobody ever had said that to you. it was so intimate and full of care. “there’s not a line in the world, that i wouldn’t cross for you” you didn’t understand what he meant by that, but when you look at his already dark gaze it confirms to you the truth about his intentions.

buying glow in the dark popsicles and forcing miguel to try them 😭

this is a funny one.. like idk about y’all but i’ve always pictured miguel like an old soul. like sometimes he could get really grumpy about this kinda stuff. he would ask you why just not buy a regular popsicle “nono, mira.. it can be funny looking and all but por qué no simplemente compraste de esos normal ones you know?” “like do you even know what makes them glow?..i just don’t want it to upset my tummy”. the fact that you’re always buying weird shit like that to have fun with one and other. and it’s always the same, at first he’s telling you that is no way that he’s trying it, but of course you always find a way to convince him (or maybe a lot of ways🤭). it’s just so funny see him like that, his eyes rolling up when he knows what you about to ask him. is what always gets you. so once you bought it and got to miguel’s place you couldn’t wait to show him the popsicle. he would sit down and pull his glaces and all to try to read the ingredients, like i can actually see him as a common latino dad getting upset because they’re in another language, he would start cursing about it too “noo esta puta cosa, you can’t even.. read it”. you would often give him the puppy eyes, and then start to give him lil pecks across his already tensed neck. “mira lo que me haces, if i try it you better give me something in return”. see..it’s always a win-win situation

trad:

-why not simply buy..

-this fucking thing..

-look what you do to me..

i DUNNO why, but i picture miguel looking like oscar isaac when he was younger. am i crazy

no you’re not crazyy,, 100% see it 😫

hi! how do you think miguel would react to teen!gabi’s vape addiction (if she ever had one?)

i think my man would definitely had a whole crisis. realizing that his baby girl isn’t a baby anymore. he’ll remember when she was little. how she used to hide delicious treats that he bought for her after the soccer practice, just so she can devoured them later all by herself. and now time passes and for his surprise gabi is hiding a juul from him. so he found himself in a tricky situation, knowing he has to make a desicion. does he let her have her own space and have her own autonomy, trusting that every adolescent has an stupid phase, that she just need to figure it out or…NO he was already searching up her entire room like a mad man, trying to find out if she had anything more incriminating hided from him.

so he doesn’t take the more mature dad side. he would place the vape at the living table waiting for gabi to be back from her futbol practice. he already practiced a lot, how he’s gonna approach her first, try not to point at her (she hates it), not raise his voice too much he doesn’t want the situation to escalate. so there he’s, going on circles, with his two hands sticked at the side of his hips. as gabi makes her way into the house he demands her to sit down with him, that they’re gonna have a talk. she (rightly so) would be so pissed off at him, squealing why did he had to mess with her room, her own privacy.

.—“oh so now i can’t worry about you huh?” “and me cuidas el tonito”, he snapped causing gabi to visibly roll her eyes, poor man she was just making him more irritated, running his hands though his dark curly waves, trying his best to compose himself. after giving her a whole lecture about how is bad for her, that she’s gonna end up like her uncle toñito. she would simply leave storming through the stairs and bagging dramatically her bedroom door. and miguel would just stand outside of it, begging her to understand that it’s for her own good. he knows that she’s upset at him, his regret causing a painfully pressure on his chest, yeah he definitely shouldn’t had invade her privacy like that. but he’s not gonna say sorry. he would as the days goes by try to cook her favorite meals, spoil her with money “tome mija go to the mall, buy something cute”—. gabi knows exactly that guilt is the motive of his whole behavior and she would definitely take advantage of that.

trad:

watch your tone with me

take, daughter

miguel is def not for the yts! idc if his daddy kins george washington.

EXACTLY!!! like he literally told me the other day that he’s into melanin only so 🤭

lemme just share some miguel coded oscar pictures rq…

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

THE WAY THAT THEY WENT INMIDIATLY TO MY MIGUEL BOARD 🤭

I lowk wanna flirt w you but I uhhh think you are interested in someone else orrrrrrrr

i’m for public use.. donchu worry

you are so amazing dhehejjejekeke <33

me arrodillo por ti 🫶🏽

re : that astrology ask ‘i promise i’m not toxic’ — you’re literally the sweetest person ever, nobody would even begin to think that !! 🥹🫶🏻 or if they do i’m about to get real mad ☺️💗💕

omgg anna i love you so much.. how can u be this sweet i’m gonna EAT YOU. not but really like i come from stan twt where i literally had to fight for my life every single day, so receiving this kind of love it’s actually so amazing 😫😫🫶🏼

not to be an astrology girl but like…when’s ur bday….

december 16 and yes i’m a sagittarius