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Roleplay Date ~ Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Content: You and Miguel do some roleplay, mostly fluff, starts to get suggestive occasionally and near the end, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: Wanted to do a quick idea of you doing a role-play date with Miguel! Enjoy!

He should be here any minute now.

The time on your phone was your favorite thing to look at when you stepped into the bar. You tried to relax with a sip of your margarita, the slightly sour taste of apple dancing across your palate, but your mind kept wandering. How was this going to go? Would it be awkward? Or would it fail if someone tried to steal your man? You had a few other people try to talk to you while you sat but to your relief, disappeared when they saw you weren't that interested.

You had no reason to be nervous. Couples go on role-play dates all the time. You read their ideas and their experiences. It should be fun.

Thirty minutes passed and you saw your husband.

You caught your breath at his change of appearance. A green cardigan, with the top button undone. His white pants contrasted in color but somehow worked well with his black suede loafers. Miguel looked good. You always knew he could be, but this was a little different. You tried not to gawk as you sipped your drink again, pretending the menu was more interesting than anyone else. He wasn't too far from your seat but you caught a whiff of his cologne, earthy with sharp hints of mint. It's one you've never smelled before.

Miguel ordered a rum and coke as you tried to decide what to eat. Maybe some sliders? Or there was a sampling platter you could try. But you also saw sushi on the menu.

“Hi.”

You perked up, heart banging in your chest as you turned to him. He was even better up close. And…did he change his hair? It was parted to the side, not slicked back like his usual style. Miguel usually changes his hair on special occasions. You tried to hold back admiring his brown curls shining in the dim light as you remembered he spoke to you.

“Hi.” A light smile appeared on your face.

“Do you come here often?”

You bit your lip, wondering if you two should have developed a script. But you wanted the interaction to be natural since it's the first time roleplaying like this. “No, I don’t. This is my first time.”

“Alone?” Miguel raised an eyebrow as you nodded, “Someone like you shouldn’t be alone on a night like this.”

Curious, you played with your straw by swirling it in your drink, “What's someone like me?”

“Gorgeous.”

He was eyeing your outfit. A simple black dress that gave much attention to your cleavage. Paired with small matching black heels. You weren't the type to wear this sort of thing but you wanted to try something new. And give your husband something to stare at.

Your poker face was impenetrable, despite wanting to forget everything and immediately go into the hotel room. “You're gonna have to do better than that.”

Miguel smirked before signaling to the bartender that he would pay for anything you wanted for the rest of the night. She gave you a look to make sure you agreed and you nodded. He motioned to the seat beside you and you invited him to stay.

“I’m Miguel.” You gave him yours and he said it as if he’s never said it before. A tingle shot through your spine. “May I ask why you decided to go to the bar tonight?”

“I wanted a drink.” You shrugged, “And I heard this hotel was nice.”

“It is.” He took a sip of his drink, eyes never far from yours.

“Oh? You’ve been here before?”

“Many times. I’ve always been satisfied with the service when I go here on business.”

You hum in delight, “So you’re a businessman?”

“Not quite.” He gives a soft chuckle, “I’m a scientist, that unfortunately has to go on business trips.”

You knew that part about him. He always hated going on trips because that meant he’d be away from you. “What do you specialize in?”

“Genetics.” You had to hold back in smiling hard, seeing his eyes light up at any mention of his work. The conversation was interrupted momentarily when the bartender asked what you wanted to eat. You and Miguel decided to share a sushi platter with an assortment of flavors each of you could try.

And your margarita was also gone, so you decided to get a daiquiri, wanting something a little bit sweeter to combat the sourness you had.

“So you’re a geneticist?” You asked, picking the conversation back up, “That’s fascinating. I’ve never met any geneticists. Especially ones as good-looking as you. Must be in your genes.”

A flash of your husband came out as Miguel’s eyes lowered at your terrible joke. Even you snorted at your words. “Funny. So I’m guessing your profession is a comedian.”

“No way.” You shook your head, “Not by a long shot.”

“Thank god.”

You gasped, pretending to be insulted while watching him hold back a laugh behind his straw. “Rude.”

“I’m just saying. I wouldn’t have high hopes in your career after that joke.”

The air was light and comfortable. Any semblance of nervousness you had previously faded away. That could've just been the alcohol though.

“So since you specialize in genetics, you know all the good stuff. Punnett squares, why people with blue eyes are rare, that sort of thing.”

Miguel nodded, “Usually we're able to find all of your genetic markings through your blood.”

“I'm not scared of getting my blood drawn.” You confidently say, “You think you'd find anything good in my genes?”

He hums in thought, moving closer to slide his hand up your bare forearm, placing his thumb between your arm and bicep. His touch was warm, almost burning your skin up. “Maybe. As long as you hold still.”

“Only if you're gentle.” You let out a low sigh. Your husband staring directly into your eyes, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You're so close to fast-forwarding this date and getting in his pants.

It was to your luck that the food came, causing you and him to part so you could dine in. Husband mode came back as he handed you the wasabi. Your lips curled, knowing he wasn't the biggest fan of it when he accidentally put a huge smear on his roll, eating it whole. You pictured his eyes tearing up and his face scrunching up was hilarious.

“You don't like wasabi?”

Miguel’s head shook with disdain, “Not a fan. It's too hot for my tastes.”

“That's because you put too much on there when you shouldn’t have-” You immediately shut your lips, trying to fix your words. “I mean, plenty of people put a lot on there. It’s a common mistake.”

He ignored your slip up, “Then can you show me how much is adequate for me?”

“Of course.” You took a little piece using your chopsticks, placing it on his sushi roll as if it were delicate. You watched as he ate the piece, shoulders lowered in satisfaction. “See, not that hot right?”

“Not at all.” He then asked about your job which you proceeded to describe as boring. Not as exciting as his geneticist one. While you did so, Miguel kept showing his husband side, making sure you had your fill. As he listened intently. The stranger façade started to fade as you two were starting to act like a married couple again. You’re sure anyone from a mile away could see it.

But you didn’t care. You were full, mind a little clouded from the alcohol and the night was winding down. The time on your phone was almost eleven at night.

Miguel slipped his black card to the bartender, paying for the meal and drinks. You gazed at his form, not believing that you were married to this man.

“Do you have a ride home?” He asked. You knew he made arrangements to book a room at the hotel, but knowing him he’d wanted to make sure the date ended on a satisfying note.

“I’m looking at it.”

His eyes went wide at the flirtatious line for a moment. “Bold, are we?”

“Maybe.” Your playful smirk drew him closer as he leaned into your ear.

“You can ride me in our room.”

You two sped walk towards the elevator. Miguel’s finger repeatedly pressed the down button to make it go faster. Your body was hot, breathing speeding up as you couldn’t hold on much longer. You never knew how slow elevators were when its doors creaked open. The two of you rushed inside and once it was closed, were immediately on each other.

Hot breaths, messy kisses, and hands groping every single part of your bodies filled the space. The cold steel wall was felt on your back as Miguel trapped you, his hard body pressed against your own. He hiked up your leg to wrap around his waist while sucking on your neck. Creating a few marks on your skin.

The dings from the elevator going up were the only thing keeping you together. Otherwise, you were sure he was going to fuck you inside.

“Wait.” Miguel parted, his face stained from your lipstick, hair messy from the exchange. “Do you have your ring?”

You nodded, getting it from your purse. Before you could put it on, he did it for you, slipping it through your ring finger where it belonged. He grabbed his own from his pocket, before slipping it on.

“That’s better.”

Just in time, the elevator stopped on your floor. Miguel picked you up with ease and dashed to the room to continue where you left off.

[lemon2099]

Positions

all credit to the OG artist

Welcome to my TED talk... (18+ for horniness)

I posit that while Miguel loves your entire body, his 'favorite' part of you changes based on the sex position.

Cowgirl: Definitely your ass. He loves cupping, gripping, massaging it while you ride him. Miguel loves nothing more than to squeeze those moans and whimpers from you as he bucks up into you.

Missionary: Funny enough, I think it's your thighs. Miguel loves the way he can lean back and grip your thighs, and bend you as he sees fit. It may start as missionary, but inevitably your thighs end up by your head or over his shoulders so he can drive deeper into you. (After a round like this, you end up with some wicked inner thigh hickeys)

Doggie: Your tits. Miguel loves pressing his chest to your back as he grinds his length into you slowly so he can knead your breasts. When he's close to finishing, he'll begin plucking and teasing at your nipples, all the while whispering filthy things he wants to do to you in spanish.

And of course, in any position, he loves your pussy. Miguel could spend hours on his knees worshipping it. (He's almost managed to convince you to let him shave it some time...)

[lemon2099]

Tell Me.

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT, P IN V, CREAMPIE, PRAISE, NIPPLE PLAY, MINIMAL PLOT, YOU CRY DURING SEX

Word count: a little over 600 ish.

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Telling Miguel how much you love him and how much you need him while he's fucking you.

Position-wise, in missionary or in lotus. Anything where you're gazing directly at each other, eye to eye. Crimson ruby of his eyes blown wide. A most intimate portal between two souls where the love can move freely in both directions. No loud sounds escaping him so much as those soft whimpers that you find so endearing. 

"Dime(tell me)..." he implores you, his rough, sweet breaths and pants against you. The angelic face of your lover spurring you on.

Somehow, with him it just comes. The words flow seamlessly. A dam gently breaking. Ink swiftly bleeding. Hearts calmly stirring. His soul is burning. 

Words on a string tugged from the profound depths of your heart become soft whispers in his ear as his veiny cock slides in and out of you in tender love-making.

"I n-need you...in every way there is to need another person..." 

Miguel rumbles a low hiss at your words, closing his eyes as if he's in fervent prayer. "God..."

"...so fiercely, so...completely...right now...I need you physically, carnally...until the night runs out....Until you can't use me anymore. Until there's no more of your cum you can leave inside of me...."

Miguel's eyebrows knit with passion and his jaw inches open as he pants over you. "Yes..."

"I want to take you in every way...in every position..." 

Miguel groans loudly, slowing down his hips in steady rhythm with every word that tumbles from your lips, as though he were punctuating each one.

"I think about you......every day. Every. moment. Mnhhh...that I'm not with you..." 

"What do you think about me, hermosa...?" He begs. "Tell me...please..." 

"I think about your eyes...how you look when you kiss me.... I think about your arms, how you f-feel when you hold me...I think about your voice...how you sound when you fuck me..." 

"Mierda(shit)..." He lovingly presses his forehead against yours, taking your jaw in his fingers, his breaths picking up. "Don't stop..." 

"Every bit of you....every inch of you..."

"Oh my God..." He frantically litters kisses all down your neck.

"Nobody...yearns for you...as much as I do.... Miggy!" You whine and shut your eyes, clutching onto him as bury your face in his shoulder. 

"I've got you..." he murmurs, paying special attention to your breasts. He pauses his tempo as he indulges in one of his favorite parts of you, all the while he savors the way your weeping pussy hugs his cock, delaying both of your peaks so he could love you longer. 

"Baby..." 

"Relájate para mi...(Relax for me)" He ever so lightly bites your nipples. 

You deliciously arch your back, sucking in air through clenched teeth, "Ohhh I can't..." 

"You can, baby... it's alright..." he coaxes, moving up to kiss you again. "Look at how perfectly I fit inside you..." 

He slowly begins thrusting, slowly starts moving his cock inside your pussy once again. 

"You were made just for me....made only for me..." He whispers.  

He soothes you with a tender kiss. 

"Go on, cariño..." He murmurs into your mouth, his thrusts speeding up. "Let me hear you, please...I ache for you..." 

The vulnerability and rawness of this moment where your bodies are intertwined in the most intimate act revealed the profound weight of your emotions and escaped you with delicate tears cascading down your cheeks. 

Your voice rasps under the heavy weight of his body pounding you into the bed,

"I love you...so damn much...I've n-never loved anyone...like I love you..." 

After he cums inside you, his lips capture your tears as he hugs you close against his thrumming heart. He utters, 

"And I'll never stop..."

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[lemon2099]

☆ miguel o’hara x f!reader, fluff, parenting a newborn

When your daughter is born, Miguel can’t stop staring at her.

For the record, neither can you. The two of you fight for space as you hover above the crib, watching her roll around and do anything. She’s adorable, all squishy cheeks and doughy limbs.

When you put her to sleep, Miguel just sits at your feet. This big, hulking figure of a man sitting criss-crossed on a plush rug, whispering up at you with his chin in his hand. His other hand stays on the foot of the rocking chair, keeping it swaying gently as the little one nods off.

He’s always the one to take care of her in the middle of the night, pressing a kiss to your hair and murmuring that he’s got it. When it’s him and her alone in the nursery, he sits in the rocking chair, a bit cramped, trying to understand how it was possible for anything to be this perfect.

His pondering brings him back to the same conclusion, every time: She takes after her mother.

[lemon2099]

I need him to fuck his wife

I need him to fuck is girlfriend (Tempest)

[lemon2099]

AND YOU'RE RIGHT

i’m a whiny miguel truther

[lemon2099]

(miguel voice) lyla clip that and send it to me

[lemon2099]

I wanna change my tumblr url so bad…

[lemon2099]

Will forever standby

Vanilla sex >>> bdsm

[lemon2099]

reminder that if you are a minor this blog is not a safe space for you and will be blocked. please protect yourselves, you shouldn't be exposed to nsfw content as a child or interacting with adults online, ESPECIALLY regarding anything related to sex. there's a time for everything, your time is not now!!!

[lemon2099]

“THE NEIGHBOR” (PT. 2) — ft. miguel o’hara

part one here

miguel leads you up the stairs to his bedroom, excited for what's about to happen. once you both get in, he shuts the door behind him and kisses you deep and passionately against the wall in desperation. muffled groans ring in your ears, making you wonder how long it's been since he's done this.

he leads you to the bed still kissing you, his body on top of you as his knees dig into the mattress. his hand trails up to your breast, giving it a soft squeeze as he kisses your neck. you feel intoxicated by his touch, so warm yet rough. his lips meet yours again and your hands trail up his sides. he reaches his hands down from your waist to your hips, feeling he might not be able to contain himself for much longer. he kneels up and strokes your thighs, then slowly bringing his fingers to the buttons of your jeans. he gives you a look for permission, "can i?" he says softly.

you don't answer and hesitate for a second, immediately drawing caution to his face. "actually-" he says taking his hands off of your jeans, "if you don't want to anymore, its totally okay-". you cut him off immediately, "n-no no i just...." you say sitting up on the bed, biting your lip. "this is my first time doing this, i mean...." your voice trails off, kind of embarrassed. miguel gives you a comforting yet empathic expression, looking at you as he listens.

"i've been with a guy before but we never did it" you say, "maybe i should've told you that before im sor-" you say as he cuts you off placing his hand on yours, holding it. "esta bien muñeca, you don't have to explain yourself" he strokes your thumb. "how about i guide you through it, hm? first times are special. wanna make sure you feel comfortable, okay?" he says looking at you reassuringly. you respond with a nod with a smile, "needa use your words, baby" he mutters. "yes, please" you say, as he gives you a loving grin. "bueno, acuestate baby" he instructs.

he runs his hands back to your thighs, running them up and down sensually. he reaches back to your buttons, "m' gonna take these off of you, is that okay?" he asks softly as he looks at you. "yes" you mumble, looking down at him. you couldn't wrap your head around the fact that this gorgeous man you've been pining over for the last couple months got you on his bed like this. you were nervous, but so happy it was finally happening. you've been dreaming about this.

he slips your jeans off to reveal your panties that have a bow at the front. when he sees it, he chuckles, "cute". he runs his hands down the sides of your panties, feeling the fabric of them as he watches the wet patch get bigger as he teases you. he brings his hand to your clothes clit, rubbing circles on it making you let out soft whimpers.

“te gusta?” he asks, looking at you. “mhm, can you..” you murmur. “can i what? take it off?” he asks, the corner of mouth turning up. “please” you whimper. “si princesa” he obeys. he tugs them down, “hips up” he commands, rolling them off your ankles and throws them onto the floor.

he takes a look at your pussy and he’s mesmerized. it’s already glistening and throbbing and he hasn’t even done anything to you yet, he thought it was so cute. “que mojadita mi amor” he purrs, laying himself on the bed in between your legs. “así te pongo, hm?” he says, wrapping his arms around your legs as he kisses your inner thighs. “i’m gonna prep you, gonna make you feel good baby. can i do that?” he asks, looking at your heated face for a response. “mhm” you say nodding.

miguel starts off slow, licking your clit with patience despite wanting to eat you out like his last meal. you squirm at the feeling, it felt a little strange, but so fucking amazing. “do y’ like that?” he mutters against your pussy, sending shivers up your body as his breath hits your weeping cunt. “mhm, please more” you whimper. “want more baby?” he coos, as his cock was rock hard against the mattress from how pretty you were right now all spread out for him and him only. “please miguel” you plead.

he does what you say and starts sucking on your clit and lapping his tongue into your pussy, “fuck miguel oh my-” you whimper. miguel reaches his hands to feel your tits under your shirt as he continued eating you out. he groaned against your cunt as you felt his hot breath hit it. he continued on for a couple more minutes as your face burned from the sensation.

he lifted his face from your aching pussy, “gonna give you my fingers m’kay? that way your ready for my cock” he says calmly, inserting two digits into your hole, immediately grip them. “dios mío” he hissed, his fingers soaking up immediately. he finger fucks you as you squelch around them, smirking at you as you close your eyes. “feel good?” he mutters, "shittt yesyes" you whine as he grins. he puts his mouth on you again, and you think you could cry at how good it feels, and he's just getting started. soon enough he makes you come on his fingers and mouth, praising you for doing so well as he kneels back up on the bed.

"déjame verte hermosa" he says sweetly, lifting your shirt off and unhooking your bra. "que linda" he whispers, mesmerized at your tits and how soft and pretty they are. he kisses them and runs his tongue on your aching buds, making your thighs touch together in arousal. he stops and prys himself up again, ready to finally be in you.

"you have to take off your shirt too mister" you tease, making him let out a chuckle. "hahaha, of course baby" he smirks, lifting his white tank top up and over his head revealing his beefy beautiful chest and biceps, and god.... that happy trail? you felt like you died and were looking down at him through your ghost. "hold on" he mutters as he gets up for a second.

miguel grabs a condom from his bottom drawer and places it on the bed. he stands there unbuckling his pants to reveal his boxers, and just by his dick print you can tell he’s big. he finally pulls them down and your eyes widen in awe as you lay there, but also nervous as hell on how that is going to fit inside you. he notices your expression and let’s out a slight chuckle, “no te pongas nerviosa amor” he softly. he strokes himself slow, then rolls the condom on.

“i’m gonna go slow okay?” he says, as he gets back on the bed again in front of you. you nod, then watch him as he positions himself in between your legs. he glides his cock in between your folds, teasing you as his cock collects your slick. “if you ever want to stop please tell me, okay?” he says raising his brows at you with a serious face. “i will” you murmur. “gonna put it in now, dime si te duele mucho” he murmurs, as he angles himself into you as he pushes into you with a pop!.

“oh my god” you whimper, as he holds onto your hips, slowly going in and out of you. “esta bien así?” he asks in a breathy voice, “mhm, want more” you murmur. “are you sure?” he asks tilting your face to look at him. “shit please” you moan. miguel inserts half of his dick inside you and thrusts carefully into you, making sure to not cause any pain for you. you whimper on his cock, as he leans closer to your face. you hold onto his back for support, as he kisses your neck and cheek affectionately.

“como se siente princesa? mírame” he coos at you with dilated eyes. he thinks you’re so beautiful like this. skin to skin with him with your pretty eyes shut, only for him. “mmph, f-feel so good” you whine, trailing your hands down his back. “can y-you go faster?” you request, as miguel looks at you with a grin. “i can, if you want me to” he breathes out. “please go faster” you beg, as miguel complies and starts thrusting into you faster, but still being cautious of your body. “mmm fuck, please d-don’t stop” you moan. “gonna make you feel so good baby”miguel groans into your ear, fucking you with half of his dick as he holds you close to him.

the noises coming out of your mouth we’re getting louder as he thrusts into you. miguel shushes you as you forget gabriella’s asleep, yet he also cannot seem to contain his grunts and moans. “shhhh, don’t wanna wake up gabi hm? calladita mi amor, i got you” he whispers, then kissing you to muffle out of the sounds. his cock twitches inside you, and he holds you in his arms as you are the most precious thing in the world.

you feel a strange sensation inside you, and you assumed you were close to your climax. your heart rate was increasing like crazy, and your vision felt blurry. you were in heaven. "i-i think i'm gonna cum" you whimper, as you feel a tear going down your cheek at the overstimulation. "m-me too, fuck, come for me baby, you can do it" miguel grunts, your bodies are hot and wet against each other. then it hits you like a truck. you come all over his cock with a moan, miguel quickly covering your mouth from the lewd sounds, as he groans into your shoulder, his cock throbbing in you as his cum spills into the rubber.

you both pant and try to catch your breath as he holds you close, kissing you tenderly after your first intimate time with him. you both lay there lovingly together for a few minutes before suddenly hearing a ding! from your phone. "sorry" you grin at miguel as you reach over to grab your phone, taking a look at your screen.

Dad: Are you done babysitting yet?

[lemon2099]

[lemon2099]

He eats pussy like a champ tho

Miguel definitely sucks at sucking dick :/

[lemon2099]

Could the moots cuddle me plz

[lemon2099]

Reminder

18+ means 18+, not “I’m 14 but I don’t get offended by your posts” or “I’m 16 but I’m mature for my age”

// If you’re a minor, get off my page, this isn’t for you //

[lemon2099]

Yay! Vacation time!

[lemon2099]

I don't have any for Beter

But I have plenty for his lil friend >:3

i need to put my favorite white guy in an au hm. which one..