hobie brown x O'hara!reader??? her and hobie are VERY VERY different.... shes so lana del rey and quiet while hes being himself <333 but miguels talking to her in spanish asking her why she chose him knowing that their opposites but just wants to see her happy??? have the best day LMFAOOO. im sorry i cant freaking sleep rn... MUAH<3333
LOVE LOVE LOVE. Thank you for this anon
Opposites attract
You silently watched Hobie as he went on a rant, nodding and listening carefully. Just admiring his face.
“I mean, seriously it’s jus’ stupid innit?”
“Yeah.”
He smiled at you “At least I have one person who agrees.” He said, and took a bite of his food.
You laughed and he smiled at your laugh.
“Someone’s happy today.”
“Jus’ enjoying being with you.” You said.
“Me too, me too.”
“Well, I won’t keep you, go back to doing your work, spider-man.” You smiled at him softly, you both stood up. You grabbed the food you saved for your dad, and He gave you a quick kiss before you left to your dads office.
“Hola papá, te traje algo de almuerzo.”
(Hi dad, I brought you some lunch.)
“Gracias. ¿Estuviste con Hobie otra vez?” He took it.
(Thank you. Were you with Hobie again?)
“¿Sí, porque?”
(Yeah, why)
He sighed “No entiendo lo que ves en él..”
(I don’t know what you see in him)
“Es links conmigo y me defiende.”
(He’s sweet. And he stands up for me.)
“Si tu eres feliz yo soy feliz. Pero si te lastima, hazle saber que lo mataré mientras duerme.”
(If you're happy i'm happy. But if he hurts you let him know ill kill him in his sleep)
You laughed “I’ll let him know.” You shook your head and left his office
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Hi ! I recently came across your page and I love your writing!
I was wondering if you still take requests?? Bc if so I was hoping you could do a Miguel O’Hara fic where the reader is the dominant one and he’s like a submissive switch if that makes sense…
Like Miguel would be really vocal, overstimulated, and bratty while the reader would be kind of mean and bratty as well.
Even if you’re not able to do this fic, I still love your content and you’ve definitely gained a new follower !!
Have a great day <3333
NECIO - MIGUEL O'HARA *
pairings⋮ sub!miguel x femdom!reader
₊❏❜ content⋮ bdsm, begging, degradation, use of sex toys, handjobs, dirty talk, overstimulation, edging & nicknames.
note⋮ aww tysm, that really means a lot 🥹. i hope you have a great day too! hope you didn’t mind waiting lol i went on a mini break 😭.
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miguel was a bit of a troublemaker.
you see..
miguel had a penchant for pushing your limits, he enjoyed pushing your buttons. he knew that you were not one to take his cheeky rejoinders lightly, but that only thrilled him to provoke you further.
that’s how he found himself stuck like this.
blindfolded and tied,
a whining, withering mess.
you finally click the vibrator off as his hips stutter. you trail your fingers down the sweaty slope of his abdomen hearing him stifle a moan.
“mami, please it hurts.” he begs, waiting for you to lay your hands on him. your clit throbs listening to the pure desperation in his voice, he looked so fucked out and he sounded utterly recked.
his gasps and whimpers were music to your ears.
his hair was slick onto his forehead, and his biceps flexed with how much they tugged onto the bondage you put up. but they didn’t budge, he was strapped on there, tight.
he tried to keep his composure under control but the sound of something being clicked, followed by a soft vibration being trailed up his thigh again made him break.
fuck.
“mami, porfavor.” he whined, realizing he was set for another round of torture. “please, i’ll do all the house chores, w-whatever you want just—”
“shut up before i leave you here all alone.” you snapped, smacking his pretty face. “bribing me won’t make your punishment any better.” you added, bringing the vibrator against his sticky boxers where there was already a visible tent forming. “dumb fuck, look at how easily you get an erection.” you laugh as a rush of adrenaline coursed through him making him wince, he obviously relished the degradation.
“say sorry.” you demand. “i’m not saying sorry,” he choked out, “you don’t deserve it.”
“eres tan terco. no te cuesta simplemente pedir perdón, o sí te cuesta?, you’re such a fucking brat.” you fuss, encircling his cocks head as his thighs twitched. “yea, you’re one to talk,” he murmured underneath his breath. “what’d you say?” you raised a brow, turning up a level.
he hesitated but before he could open his mouth you grabbed his face, “that’s bold of you.” you scoffed, “mami, no, i didn’t mean that-” he lied, feeling the vibrator press up against his shaft.
“fascinating how you continue to run your mouth and then lie about it.” you spat as he moaned in response. “it’s like you’ve learned nothing.” you rolled your eyes, stuffing your panties inside his mouth as you run the vibrator along his length and he slightly shutters. his cock hardens in his confinements as excitement engulfed him, and despite his usual protests, miguel couldn't admit to himself how much he enjoyed your rough treatment.
he groaned, tearing up from overstimulation as his hips bucked, his lashes soaked the blindfold with his wet tears. he looked so pathetic that you almost gave into his pleas, but it was for his constant taunting’s that got him here. he needed to learn his lesson.
“you’re a big wimp, you know that right?” you teased with a smirk he couldn’t see. he tried to grind against the vibrator but you clicked back into the lowest vibrations, ruining the incoming orgasm as he grunted.
you rubbed his cock through the thin elastic fabric. his tip leaked with so much pre, he wanted stimulation, he needed it.
you traced the stitching on the soft cotton of his briefs, following the lines on the overlapping pieces of his boxers.
he bit his tongue and an energy began to course through him, filling him with anticipation.
“still waiting for that apology,” you hum, trailing the vibrator down his toned thigh and towards his heavy balls. “semsivive!” he mumbled as his thighs tensed.
“that’s for you being such a nuisance,” you murmur, turning up a level. “you think you can get away with talking to me like that, hm?” you snap, roughly pressing the vibrator onto his balls. “eres tan necio.”
his body jolts and he squirmed away from the toy, another wince leaving his mouth as his chest heaved.
you tugged down his waistband and his cock sprung out, tip already red and pulsating. you wrapped your hand around his girth, treating miguel to a few sturdy pumps. “fuck, you’re hard as a rock baby. look at you leak like a fucking faucet, you’re so pathetic.” you degrade, squeezing his girth as you slap his length against the palm of your hand.
adrenaline rushes through him and he writhes from the overstimulation and yet he found himself getting off on being put in his place. although miguel acted tough, he couldn’t help but whimper and breathe heavily when being subjected to your unexpected stimulants.
you gathered your saliva, spitting down onto the purple tinted tip before slipping a ring around his girth to maintain his erection.
you pick up the pace, and his arousal squelches with every stroke as you feel that familiar palpitation.
he’s near.
your thumb presses onto his slit, teasing him further.
miguel whines, and his hips buck violently. “last chance, i know you want it.” you offer, purposely jerking him off just the way he liked it. miguel humped into your hand greedily and you took the laced fabric out of his mouth as he moans, tears staining his cheeks as his body writhes.
“say sorry and i might just consider letting you cum.”
miguel whimpers, gulping as he hesitates. “i’m sorry.”
“that’s a good boy.”
his lips quiver before his dick palpitates and his tip sputters, painting his abdomen white. “fuck, baby, look at you gush.” you groan, harshly squeezing his cock.
his tip spurts out a few more white ropes of his orgasm and his brain goes all fuzzy, his head tilts back in euphoria as his jaw slacks.
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