Y'know, I Kinda Wonder How A Cowboy With A Thick Accent Would Sound When He's Begging To Cum. Like, He's

y'know, i kinda wonder how a cowboy with a thick accent would sound when he's begging to cum. like, he's sat on top of you, the same way he straddles his horse—and all shame has been thrown out the window. he's a breathless, sweaty mess, and apart from the whining, he's letting all kinds of obscenities fly out of his mouth– of what he wants you to do to him.

btw, when i say 'thick accent', i don't mean 'sweet southern countryside' accent.

i mean the “th's 'ere town ain't big 'nuff fer th' two of us.” + “y' new 'round 'ere, partner? look'n fer a place t' stay?” + “'s dangerous t' be walk'n 'round 'ere by yerself, kid. 'specially at night.” type of accent.

Miguel with a marking kink, he loves getting marked and making you back plus a breeding kink, he wants to be filled all the time

Miguel O'Hara x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Pretty much the request, marking & breeding kink.

Miguel wants it all: scratches, bites, hickeys, bruises on his hips and thighs from where you’ve gripped him roughly. Just as they’re beginning to fade he’s climbing into your lap and riding you to his heart's content, not stopping until it looks as if you’ve both been attacked by wild animals, his body scattered with bites and blooming dark marks, barely any skin unblemished.

You don’t get away scot-free either, he’s just as eager to mark you up. His favourite is clawing you while you’re pounding into him and leaving angry trails down your back, or biting into the meat of your shoulder when he gets close, fangs piercing the skin when he cums. His whole body shudders as his cock twitches violently, rope after rope spilling between your bodies. 

And after all that don’t even think about pulling out, he’s got his legs locked around you in an iron grip as you cum, keeping you pressed against him and your cock plugging his hole as you pump load after load inside - your cock is still oozing out the remainder of your previous orgasm and he’s already riding you again, wanting, demanding another one. Even once you’re finished and pull out he’s scooping up any cum that manages to escape and pushing it back in with his fingers before sliding a plug inside.

dont ever get me near miguel because i WILL be doing unspeakable things,,,,..... like bending him over so far that his knees r touching his shoulders and go WHAM on him telling him im gonna actually give him a baby🐺i wanna be so deep that i reach his womb like.. wdym he has a cock?? he has a pussy,,,.. this is real, im his suit🙏🏼 #blessed

Having Miguel on his back and absolutely devouring his pussy, his thick thighs framing your head. His face feels like it’s burning at the absolutely depraved sounds of you slurping up all the slick dripping from his hole. A sob is ripped from his throat when you latch onto his puffy clit, sucking and lavishing it with broad licks as you slide your fingers into his cunt. He’s so warm and soft and wet, rocking into your mouth and fingers with breathy moans and whimpers. Your fingers hit that spot inside him that makes him see stars behind his eyelids, drilling into his cunt with soft squelching sounds that have his eyes screwing shut in embarrassment.

“C’mon, baby, give it to me.” You say against his clit, your warm breath fanning over his wet folds. Miguel curls his fingers into your hair with a choked off curse, his thighs locking around your head as he comes, absolutely gushing over your face. You dig your fingers into his quivering thigh, your throat working to swallow the sweet slick squirting into your mouth. The lower half of your face is soaked, strings of his cum and your saliva hanging between you as you pull away to admire the way his pussy clenches around nothing. “Fuck,” You rasp, only allowing him a minute of respite before you’re burying your face into his pussy again. Miguel throws an arm over his face, his hips bucking like he can’t decide whether to pull away or move closer.

Queer Icons of Horror

miguel o'hara being a brat and using his throat as a fleshlight / fucking his mouth. maybe pulling his hair a little when coming down his throat.

( can i be 🪻 anon btw? :D )

You grab a fistful of Miguel’s soft hair between your fingers and thrust your cock down his throat. It convulses around you as he gags, and he glares up at you with tears rolling down his cheeks, but his tongue laps at the underside of your cock when you pull away. You use your grip on his hair to fuck his mouth until his lips are bruised and puffy, a frothy mix of spit and precum dribbling down his cleavage. His eyes flutter when you drag him down, your balls clenching against his wet chin as you orgasm. His throat works almost frantically to swallow, and his hands come up to grip your thighs when you pretend to pull away. You chuckle, scratching at his scalp, and he glares up at you with teary eyes.

Thinking about Miguel desperately fisting his cock and absolutely smothering himself with a shirt he fished out from your dirty laundry. He’s taking deep lungfuls of the smell of your sweat that’s impregnated into the fabric, moaning and groaning like an animal as he fucks into his hand. It’s all wet and sloppy with all the precum dripping from his cock like a broken faucet, his balls sticky and smacking against his fist. He’s so gross, sniffing your dirty clothes like some mutt and getting off on it. He barely waited to rummage through your things the second you left the apartment, following his nose. God, he’s such a disgusting piece of—

His body shudders violently as he paints his stomach with cum, and his chest heaves with his rapid breathing. Miguel blinks the tears from his eyes and lowers the shirt, licking the drool from his lips, just in time to see you leaning against the doorway. His face begins to burn in embarrassment, and he clears his throat, not knowing what to do with the shirt in his hand, but you’re grinning.

“Good?” You ask amusedly, popping a single piece of popcorn into your mouth. He didn’t hear you come back from the store, much less make popcorn. The whole thing is absolutely ridiculous, but he’s salivating again the moment he notices the outline of your hard cock against your sweatpants. “You wanna take this to the bed or do you want me to fuck your throat in the laundry pile?”

Miguel wordlessly leans back onto the nest of dirty clothes and opens his mouth.