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[feistyfreaks]

Do you take request,

especially about Miguel ohara, if yes can you do an ghostface!miguel I been reading people ghostface!miguel and I’m currently obsessed with that au of Miguel

ghostface!miguel x nerdy/shy reader (female)

at alll I hope you have an great day

THE ALLIANCE ⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆.

pairings ❀⋮ nerdy!female reader x ghostface!miguel

cw ₊❏❜⋮ dubcon, cnc, sexual manipulation, oral (f receiving), virginity loss, choking, spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex, mask kink, creampies. (spanish translation added.)

note⋮ hi anon, and yes i absolutely take submissions for miguel! i’ve been wanting to do something w ghostface miguel for a while now so i was excited to make this, have a great week too love, i hope you enjoy this! 🕷️

the night was cold and heavy. gray clouds obscuring the sky, raindrops bouncing off the concrete floors, trees dancing from the winds fanning in october’s drowsy weather. and yet there you sat, studying like the little goody two shoes you were instead of going out to enjoy your night n tricker treat like your other classmates were. but no, you chose to stay home for halloween.

the prig who always sat in the front of the class, paying attention and answering all the teachers questions was you. no one would be surprised if you stayed home up on your desk finishing up the stupid seven and a half sentenced essay, that you were so determined to get an A+ on.

the clock hit midnight and you were still up on your desk, fixing those grammatical errors and revising your work before you submitted your work that night. the pencils lead broke in half and you groaned, giving in to giving yourself a break; so you stood up, feeling tired and drained.

you walked into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly opened as you took off your glasses and began untying your low pigtails styled with red ribbons. just then you heard a scratching sound at your door, taking a glance you thought it was your cat so you decided to ignore it.

you unbuttoned your shorts, sliding them off your legs and throwing them into the hamper, doing the same with your shirt. the scratching on the door returned, “milo.” you warned to your cat from behind your bedroom door. you finished undressing, stepping into the shower.

yet the annoying sound of nails being dragged down your door made you more and more agitated, “milo, stop it.”

the eary scraps against your door finally came to an end as you sighed in relief, turning on the shower head. it felt refreshing to feel the warm water pour onto your skin as the glass fogged up from the waters heat. you stood there; just enjoying the moment.

you grabbed the shampoo bottle, opening the cap and spurting out a decent amount before lathering it in your hands and onto your hair; massaging the purifier into your scalp whilst washing it out.

you heard the bedroom door creek open from a distance, and you stopped what you were doing, listening in attentively. you turned around to find no one. absolutely nothing. you breathed in, it was probably just your paranoia; after all it was halloween, so you brushed it off.

you went back to showering, repeating the process at least two more times, you rinsed with conditioner before reaching for the body scrub you bought the other day from bath and body works; working the exfoliant into your skin before reaching to grab your handy dandy loofa to do the rest of the job for you.

you watched the soap run down your legs peacefully, and a loud crash interrupted you, your body jolting from the loud sound. you turned around quickly, to find a small blurry shadow jumping in the doorframes view.

“milo, ¡deja de hacer un desastre!” you yelled as you held your heart. (stop making a mess.)

you wiped the fog away from the shower walls glass with your hand, eyeing the bedroom from afar and before you could scold your cat again you saw a taller shadow come into view and walk past by the door. a chill ran down your spine, eyes widening in fear. that’s when the puzzle pieces connected; and you realized this whole time the scratching on your door wasn’t your cat.

and with a squeak you pulled the lever, the hot shower coming to an end. you reach for your towel, wrapping it around your fresh body as you stepped out. you slowly squeaked the bathrooms door opened, eyeing your bedroom.

you pushed past the door and into your bedroom that connected with your bathroom.

you noticed the door was wide open; inspecting the room you also spotted your lamp on the floor. you kneel down, picking up the lamp and grasping onto it tightly. “milo?” you whisper, your cat meowing in response. you sigh in relief, your cat was huddled up in your bed sheets.

you checked around the house slowly, then heading downstairs to slowly look in all the directions; aware of an intruder. you searched for the light switch, whining as you couldn’t find it. “hello?” you called out, but were met with silence.

you touched the walls and navigated yourself with the nightlights scattered around the house, feeling up a cold and dense surface and finally switching on the actual light. you blinked, eyeing the living room as you breathed in. your head was playing games with you, you laughed.

you turned around - a heavy weight attacking you in a blink of an eye, tackling you while they strangled you. you gasped, dropping the lamp as it shattered beneath you as your back collided with the wall.

“trick or treat.” a low voice rumbled as a hand quickly crept over your mouth, the knife resting on the pulse of your throat, muffling back your terrified scream. “fight back and i’ll slit your throat little girl.” his voice dipped menacingly as you struggled to move a muscle.

you panicked; your body disobeying your commands to move or even do something. you found yourself submitting, your heart pounding from the inside of your chest. eyes quivering in pure fear.

with a blurry eyesight, you managed to make out the same figure from earlier. huge, tall, broad and masculine.

your head wasn’t making up things.

but that’s not the only thing you noticed.

you made out a ghostface mask like in the horror movies, and the sharp knife in his hand pointed right at your throat. your breath hitched.

although the mask was freaky, it was oddly attractive.

he slowly dropped his hand from your mouth, testing you. “w-what do you want from me?” you asked, voice hoarse and shaky, trying to make yourself sound calm and confident but you failed miserably.

“want what’s in fronna me.”

“m-me?” you mumbled, holding onto your towel tightly.

“yes, you.”

“why.. me?” you asked, “because you look delicious.” he tittered, smirking underneath his mask as his hand lingered your soft body.

“delicious? a-are you going to eat me?” you asked with rosy cheeks. the male sighed, almost laughing at your response.

“eat here.” he whispered, trailing his finger down to your towel and towards your clothed mound.

oh.

you felt yourself internally heat up, you looked up at him. “is that what you want and you’ll let me go?” you asked quietly.

“i’ll pull some strings for you, perhaps lend you an alliance.” he hummed, slightly applying more pressure onto your neck as the knife indented your skin; a wince slipped out of mouth and you gulped, “promise to not hurt me after..?”

“you have my word, princess.” he uttered huskily, tilting his head to the side to admire you. “okay..f-fine.” you slowly say, already riled up from the tension between the two of you as you practically offer yourself to him.

n with that, he lowered the weapon from your neck as you felt the weight thrown your shoulders, exhaling in relief. he picked you up, throwing your body onto the couch as he bestrides your hips; making sure you have no where to escape.

you steadied your breaths, eyeing his every move. you felt shy, but his dominance eased your insecurity of being completely inexperienced. he lowered himself, as if to kneel before you; further until he settled in between the junction of your legs. he tore of the towel from your lower body, completely revealing you.

the only piece of fabric that was covering you was now gone, and you felt naked. a rush of arousal pumped your bloodstream as his digits slid through your already-slick folds, middle finger rubbing past your clit. he watched you, his arm wrapping around your thigh securely.

he slowly lifted the mask as you caught a glimpse of his perfect face proportions; bronzed skin, and plump lips attaching to the skin on your inner thigh, suckling on it before letting go with an echoey pop, marking his territory. he was slow, yet oddly ferocious when nearing your pussy.

he licked a long stripe amongst your slit, as he inhaled your alluring scent. “que sabrosa.” he murmured, shoving his face into your cunt. your thighs jerked closed feeling his tongue lap messily at your clit, with his arm he held you wide open and your hips instinctively buck into his mouth. (so tasty.)

“mmph!” you moaned, eyes blowing wide open, you grabbed onto the armrest for support. you felt hazy with the way his wet muscle flicked repeatedly at your nub, delving into your folds and into your puckered hole. he spits on your pussy, tongue swirling the bundle of nerves and teeth gently tugging at the abused pearl. you grew sensitive, grabbing his hair and throwing your head back in ecstasy as the room fills with slurping noises.

your inexperienced body decided that enough is enough; you squealed, thighs securing his head in place as your pussy throbs with your release and he continues to lave you through your high.

you push him off your poor pussy, overstimulated but instead he pushes off your hands; finishing licking off the slimy mess dripping down your entrance. you whine, squirming out of his grasp as he finally lets loose. “sabes tan rica princesa.” he chuckles, licking his lips. (you taste so good princess.)

“didn’t think you’d come so early.” he teases. you blink, catching your breath as you watch him get up; large body towering over you as he puts his mask back in place. he pushes your legs towards your chest and with one hand he unzips his slacks, cock springing free. his fingers spread your folds as his glans ran down gooey entrance, sliding in steadily.

he slips past your hymen, and you feel a sharp pain as if you just got impaled. you latch onto his arm tightly, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. he’s kind enough to wait for you to adjust to the abnormal size of his dick; hand wrapping around your throat as he coos at you. he could tell you weren’t used to having anything inside you with the way you clamped around him so tightly.

he doesn’t wait for long, resting your legs over his bulky shoulders and with a roll of his hips he’s already going at it. you moan, eyes glossy with lust and need as he fucks into you with pace. his hand tightens and you feel the excitement coiling up inside you with the way your oxygen was being cut off.

he rolled his hips so fucking smoothly; his meaty cock thrusting into your sobbing pussy. “feels so fucking good.” he moans, pulling out to flip you over on your knees as he plunges into you again. he yanks your head back, “gonna rail this pussy so good you’ll be limping.” he groans, hips snapping into yours as your ass recoils with each of his thrusts.

he raises a hand to lay a harsh slap on your ass, imprint staining your cheek. your nails dig into the sofas leather, your moans harmonizing with the sound of skin slapping against skin; your eyes roll back as he stuffs his fingers into your mouth dripping with drool. your back arches as his tip nudges into your gspot roughly. electricity shot through your core feeling the coil unwind in your tummy.

“please, slow down — oh shit!“ you holler, body convulsing and milking his cock as he follows behind your intense orgasm. he groans, bringing your ass back to cum inside you nice n deep; emptying out his balls inside you. “that’s it, good girl.” he praises, landing another smack to your ass cheek. you writhe out of his reach and he pushes you off of him, slapping his girthy dick on your clit as you shudder.

he groans, watching his seed drip down your hole as you crawl away. “call the police n’ you’ll be good as dead you hear me?” he murmurs, pulling your head.

“g-got it.” you gulp, hearing shuffling noises as you suppose he’s dressing himself. your sleepy eyes watch him stand up and slip the knife back in his waistband as he walks out the front door, slamming it shut.

₊.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ PART TWO !

[feistyfreaks]

that recent miguel fic was so hot omg now I want to request one 😳. Imagine dbf!miguel sexting us while away at a business trip or while reader is out with friends or something (..or even over the dinner table while out with our dad.. maybe..) he’d definitely be writing the most poetic, romantic yet filthy and disgusting texts ever, like ones you’d have to take breaks after each sentence because oh my god..

& with his ancient ass hed most likely send nudes via email as well 😔 but we’ll eat it up every time!

HIDDEN CONNECTIONS ┈ ! ✶

₊❏❜ content⋮ dbf!miguel x f!reader. huge age gap. readers aged up (18+). dirty talk. sexting. porn w not much of a plot.

note⋮ i love reading through these requests, i love y’all so much 😭!! yet again, sorry for the wait, procrastination has been eating me alive lol. but without further a do, i hope you enjoy 🙈.

dividers by @cafekitsune.

you sighed, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as you browsed through the websites catalog, eyeing all sorts of styles. you wanted to up your relationship with miguel and try something new, so you decided to go lingerie shopping.

you scrolled through the petite section, bored out of your mind as you tried to look for something interesting and more erotical. you took a glimpse at the time, noticing that it was past midnight.

you raised a brow, "already? could've sworn it was eight a few minutes ago." you murmured to yourself as you glanced back at your screen, a baby pink set stood out to you and your eyes lit up, clicking on the link without hesitation.

the price was pretty expensive, but you marked it into your cart - just then a notification from gmail appeared at the bottom right of your screen.

it was from miguel.

miguel was your dads best friend, and you grew smitten by his charm growing up. at first you believed that it was a silly little crush that you’ll eventually get over, but that never happened.. instead your relationship with him began developing throughout your young adult years.

you sensed the irresistible tension and you started to question what the two of you were, and your question was answered when one thing led to another, both your clothes being discarded as things became heated in such a short amount of time.

but you struggled with your feelings, torn between your blossoming desires for miguel and the guilt associated with betraying your father's trust; but the age difference between the two of you only added a sense of excitement to your relationship, and both of you fell into the temptation of your desires, initiating an intimate connection, and that’s how you two got yourselves into a secret affair.

as you opened the email, the subject line immediately caught your eye. 'mi luz,' it read. miguel was about twice your age, and for some reason he always stuck to emailing no matter how many times you taught him how to regularly text — he believed emailing was better because they were more formal and easier to navigate.

you quickly opened the email and giggled, “esa linda sonrisa tuya ilumina mi día, y esos ojos tuyos iluminan mis noches."

a small grin curved upwards onto your glossed lips, it sounded kind of corny but you strove to decipher the meaning and intent behind each word. your hands flew across the keyboard as you quickly replied. “pfftt, you’re flattering me miguel. what’re you even doing up so late?” you pressed on send, and not long after you received a new notification.

“i’ve been thinking about you, i miss you. n' what's your excuse for being up so late hm? it's past your bed time nena.”

you could sense his teasing tone over the damn screen, and you couldn’t wipe off that cheeky grin of your face. your fingers hovered over the keyboard, you wanted to keep it a surprise, but the excitement got a hold of you first.

"well.. i was online shopping.. and came across this, what do you think of it?" you messaged along with the picture of the lingerie attached.

you waited eagerly for his response, like a puppy wanting to receive validation from its owner. maybe you should've waited, but you couldn't keep surprises a secret.

"why? are you planning on seducing me with that little outfit, chiquitita?”

a mischievous grin plastered onto your face reading his reply.

“maybe, maybe not, but you didn’t answer my question. do you like it? y'know, easy access.”

“the lace is pretty. yea i like it, and you're right. it does have such easy access. i’d love to see you in that.”

you chuckled, switched tabs and clicked on the checkout option. you filed in the credit card information along with the address, admitting the final 'confirm payment’ button.

“well you’re in for a surprise when you get back from your trip mister." you typed, "how much longer do i have to wait until i get to see you, you know i don't like waiting, i really miss you.”

“aww, getting needy aren’t we? i’ll be back home around this week darling. can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me. i’m looking forward to splitting those pretty legs of yours open and play with that pretty pussy until your soaking wet on my fingers.” he wrote back as you overlapped your legs to feel your clit pulse in your panties.

“i really miss you mig. just want you to sink your fingers into my hole and tell me how much of a good girl i am. i need you to come home n’ fill me up, fuck me into this damn mattress.”

“i want to come home just as badly as you want me to, but we both know that this business trip is important. but i promise you that i’ll bully my cock into your weeping pussy and fuck my cum into your tummy.”

your heart raced and you squeezed your legs tighter as you read email, as you and miguel continue your fiery exchanges, the emails become more explicit.

his filthy words made you palpitate, and he never failed to noticeably make an impact on you, you always found yourself drenching your undies. “fuck yes. use me, want you to pound your cock into me, m so wet at the thought.”

“yea? que putita eres mi amor, show me how much of a slut you are, show me how wet you get from telling you how good i’ll fuck you chiquitita.”

you sat up eagerly, slipping your sleeping shorts down to your thighs as you clicked on the small camera icon. slowly but lewdly you spread your legs, your hand came down to rub at the wet patch on your panties. your cursor hovered over the white button as it snapped the photo, and with another click you hit send.

your grew hot and impatient as you began pressing on the sticky nub over the drenched fabric. it was ridiculous how you were sexting using via email, but it only served to make you beyond hornier with the new adjustment.

“shit baby, look at how you’re fucking dripping. why don’t you go and hump your pillow, yea? tease your little cunnie for me, wanna see your cute pussy wetting the bed. i just know you’ll be letting out the most cutest noises while thinking of how i’ll fucking ruin you when i get back.”

heat raced through you and towards your core, you had to pause to take a deep breath.

holy shit.

you felt your cheeks go hot, and you reached for the pillow as you happily obliged, eagerly kicking off your panties and thighs cradling the soft silk as you settled your warmth into the pillows edge.

you let a soft moan feeling your clit pulse again. you bunched up your blanket and placed it underneath your abdomen as you leaned forward, stomach pressed up onto the bed sheets and the comfort of your blanket.

your page refreshes and your met with another email from miguel, this time there was a few images attached to his message.

you opened it and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. his belt was undone and you could visibly see the pink leaky tip sticking out of the confinements of his boxers, the second image displayed the underside of his fat girth and you felt yourself beginning to drool, the third photo portrayed his thumb rubbing on his slit as a string of his arousal stuck onto on his thumb, showing you just how sticky he was and the caption overall made you bite your lip.

“gonna put you on all fours, y te voy a poner al reves, te veras tan rica mientras te lo hago por detrás.”

you slowly roll your hips, your slick dampening the fabric and you effortlessly slide against the cushion. you moaned, tilting your head to the side and drifting deeper in thought. you start to think of him atop of you, his body fervid against yours, his heated lips attached to yours, his pelvis snug into yours as his cock splits you open — your hips hump the pillow faster and you whine out in euphoria.

your thighs tensed around the soft pillow and you feel your pussy practically flutter. with another rough roll of your hips you stutter, clit pulsing as you gush onto the bed sheets.

[feistyfreaks]

REQUEST IF UR OK WITH THEM!! dbf!miguel is so hot… hairy dad bod. knos what he’s doing. smells hella expensive (downside is that his breath smells like corona LOL)…

inspired by one of ur works - i can just imagine reader sitting in miguel’s lap nd getting fingered in her bedroom while everyone is downstairs drunk out of their minds, perhaps a family get together nd miguel got invited bc duh he’s basically second family

as much as miguel wants to breed reader nd fck her to oblivion he’s a smart man nd doenst want to risk getting caught nd losing his fav doll :( .. (even tho that scene turns him on) so fingering it is. but i can just IMAGINEEEEE the words he’ll be saying to her.. commenting on how tight she is.. how loud, creamy nd wet her coochie is.. how he wish he can just stick his dick in it.. lord the thoughts

i’m not good at describing the scene so sorry if i’m just saying a lot of nothing 😔 BUT INCLUDE SQUIRTING AND DEGRADATION LOL THX I LOVE UR WORK

( ! porn with a taboo subject ! ) don’t like it? don’t read it.

lo prohibido ⋆·˚ ༘ *. 🤍

pairings ❀⋮ dbf!miguel x afab!reader

₊❏❜ content⋮ huge age gap (reader is 18-19 n miguel’s in his early 40’s again 😭.) fingering, degrading, humiliation, squirting, dirty talk, sex with a taboo subject, sorta sneaking out, and underage drinking.

note⋮ i’m sorry if i took a while love, i legit had to write this like three times because tumblr wasn’t saving my drafts 😪🙏🏼. but ughh yess i agree dbf!miguel is 😩!! I LOVE THIS SCENARIO. ur good don’t worry, n tysm anon 🫶🏼💋

you finished laying the plates and setting the utensils out on the large rectangular table that you were helping your mom with. you were excited for the family gathering. not just because you were going to see your family — but because you’ll see him again.

you wore the dress he had given you a few months ago; light grey and short that hugged your curves tightly, giving you that snatched waist effect. telling you to wear it on occasions like this because.. he likes easy access.

you paired the pretty dress with white soft - round at the toe - wedged heels. the door bell rung as you walked towards the door eagerly, flattening your dress like the good girl you were before opening it and welcoming in the guests; aka your family.

“hola como estan?” you ask, wrapping your arms around your aunt, kissing her cheek as the others step inside. (hey aunt, how are you guys?) “bueno mi amor, gracias por preguntar. y como esta mi princesa?” your aunt asked, pecking a kiss on your cheek. (good my love, thank you for asking. and how is my princess?)

“estoy bien gracias tia.” you smile. (i’m doing great, thank you aunt.)

“vaya, ese vestido realmente te queda bien, hija.” your aunt compliments. (wow, this dress really looks good on you.) “guau chica!” (wow girl!)

you laughed, clasping your hands together. “gracias tia, me alegra que te haya gustado tanto como a mí.” (thank you aunt, i'm glad you like it as much as i do.)

“ay, ¿dónde está tu papá?” your uncle asks, voice gruff. “èl está afuera preparando la carne asada.” you answer. (he’s outside preparing the grill/barbecue.) your uncle nods, grabbing the box of coronas and slides the back door open. “let’s drink!” you hear your uncle yell out with an accent as you giggle. your aunt rolls her eyes in disappointment. “que tonto.“ she grumbled. (how stupid.)

you kept the door open, greeting in your older cousins and traditionally kissing their cheeks. “oh my gosh y/n, i haven’t seen you in like three billion years!” your cousin exaggerates as she hauls you into a big hug. “oh, i know right!” you squeal as you greet your fathers other drinking buddies, preparing yourself for one hell of a night.

“perdón, tuve que hacer algunos mandados.” miguel apologized, entering the house. (sorry, i had to do some errands.) “miguel!” you grin widely. “ay mija is that you? guau, you’ve grown so much. mírate, te ves hermosa.” he says, patting your head as you kiss his cheek. (wow, look at you, you look gorgeous.)

you could legitimately say the same for him except he looked hot with that white button up that was buttoned half way; sleeves rolled up to his thick forearms, black slacks paired with black leather chairman’s and a heavy watch wrapped around his wrist as you ogled his veiny hands. oh gosh. and that smile. you could stare at it all day.

“ay miguel, te ves sexy.” you whisper in his ear quietly, placing your hand on his chest as you hugged him. he smiles, leaning in to return the kiss on your forehead as he pulls back.

“i bought you your favorite chocolates, pequeña.” miguel grins, grabbing your hand and hooking the bag onto your fingers. “gracias.” you smiled, staring up at him. “y tu papá?” (your dad?) “afuera.” you hummed, walking him outside where your dad was barbecuing. (outside.)

“miguel mi buen amigo! la carne casi está lista para comer.” your dad fists bump miguel. you and your cousin give each other a look. (miguel my good friend, the meat is almost ready to eat.) “aquí hermano, bebe.” your uncle greets miguel by hitting his back and offering him beer. (here brother, drink.) your uncle turns on the radio, blasting rancheras on the speakers. your cousin walks towards you handing you her drink; opening the cap as you take a couple of glances at miguel from the corner of your eye before chugging some of the beer down. the alcohol tingling into your system as you both head back inside to help your mom finish cooking.

✧.*

“la comida está lista.” you hear your dad call out, “ven a comer, lleva tu comida adentro.” (the foods ready, come and eat, take your food outside.)

your family gets busy entering in and out of the house taking their seats with their big plates of food; and miguel just so happened to take the empty seat right next to you. the strong smell of alcohol fills your nostril as soon as your uncle follows behind you dad, already drunk. as expected. “¿qué carajo van a comer si su comida fue la cerveza que bebieron?” your tia scolds the men at the table. you take a quick glimpse at miguel who’s noticeably a little tipsy. (what the hell are they going to eat if their food was the beer they drank?)

your uncle bursts into laughter as your tia hits him in the back of his head angrily, and the room fills with noisy laughs from your family. the table gets loud and busy with people eating, chattering and drinking. miguel can’t help but stare at you with hunger, not for the food. but for you.

you ignore his stare, facing your cousin who’s gulping down her beer. you get busy with finishing your own plate, picking up a conversation with your cousin; gossiping about university drama and what not. you reach for your drink taking a sip before you felt a large hand squeeze your thigh.

you practically choked on your drink, giving miguel a hard side eye. he gave you a sly smile; giving you that look and you knew what he was up to. “you good?” your cousin asks, almost tipping over her own drink. “i-*cough* am f—*cough* ine.” you choke out, putting on your best act.

“si me d-disculpan, necesito usar el baño.” you forced an excuse to a mob of scolding and drunk people. (if you’ll excuse me, i need to use the restroom.) your soft voice didn’t compete with the loud crowd, so you just got up. walking towards the dark hallway and waiting for miguel to excuse himself as you sigh.

you walk upstairs, miguel following behind as his shoulder slides against the wall. you finally get to the second level, pushing him into your room and closing the door. locking it secure.

“what the hell was that about? we could’ve gotten caught.” you lectured miguel. “you know we can’t do this..” you whisper, but he lifts your chin and wraps his arm around your waist, completely ignoring your warning as he kisses you.

you inhaled the smell of beer. “estas borracho no?” you murmur, but were shushed when he pushed you onto your bed. continuing to make out with you and taking things further as his hand creeps up your dress. (you’re drunk aren’t you?)

“just a little.” miguel’s voice is husky yet soft when he pulls away from you, his hard on rests against your thigh and his smirk is devious. you reach to unbutton more of on his shirt and catch a glimpse of his hairy chest.

things escalate as you attempt to straddle his lap, but before you could even get your own way and dryly hump him — he turns you around, your back coming in contact with his front. his hand travels down your stomach and tugs your dress up. “miguel.” you groan, exhaling a heated breath. his lips brush against the shell of your ear slowly sliding his hand down further into your panties. he grins; kissing your earlobe and licking the flesh hotly. his forefinger rubs small digit eights on your clit as you try your best to not make too much noise.

your pleas dissolve into soft moans and whimpers as they bounce off the walls within your bedroom, “you get wet so easily.” you hear miguel groan.

“you get turned on so easily with my teasings, don’t you pequeña?” he hums, his fingers messily rubbing against your slit; collecting your moisture. “it’s all your fault.” you whine, desperate for more. “can you just fuck me already?”

“baby, if i could i would.. but it’s too risky.” he coos, sliding his thick digit into your pussy. “so tight my other finger doesn’t fit.” he growls, feeling up your ridgey walls. “how do you expect to take this big of a dick hm?” he chuckles, “so wet n warm, wanna stuff my cock in this tight pussy n fuck you all day.”

you moan as his fingers slide in and out of your hole; you spread your legs farther for better access. the excitement sent a wave of euphoria to wash over you.

yet the desperation, the need miguel had to fuck you right there was undeniable. the way you clamped and tightened around his fingers drove him insane.

“you love getting your pussy played with don’t you baby? you’re just a whorish cumslut f’me.” he degrades, “have you creamin’ all over her daddy’s best friend, such a fucking whore aren’t you y/n?” he mutters. “what would everyone think if they knew that their precious little girl was all a facade and in reality a freak show?”

before you could say anything he cut you off again; “n why is a big girl like you still doing with stuffed animals on her bed?” he teases.

“b-because they’re cute — oh!” you tried to snap back, but midway your back arched, hips rolling forward into his palm. you felt embarrassed, and humbled.

“well why don’t we entertain them for the moment, think they’ll enjoy watching you writhe pathetically for me?” he laughs, forcing another finger inside you as the pace he set increases.

“so cute yet so slutty.”

“oh fuck!”

miguel’s hot breath fans your ear as he spits out vulgar profanities, and with each shove of his fingers your eyesight flashes with a blur. his fingertips hit that sweet gummy spot inside you that sent you over the edge - your clit palpitates as you spurt out your orgasm. “there she goes, go ahead baby, cum.” he coaxes you into your orgasm. you make a wet mess on your bed as your moans were muffled into miguel’s palm. your breaths were heavily unsteady, back curved into a perfect arch and thighs enclosed around his hand.

your back slumped into his chest, tired n out of breath. “mira el puto lío que hiciste.” he chuckles. (look at the fucking mess you made.)

[feistyfreaks]

hi! really enjoyed ur janitor leon headcanons u did a while back.

could you do mailman leon next ? 😁

hi anon, ty for the feedback 🙂!!

the mailman 💌

mailman!leon who delivers your mail on the weekdays, sending you little gifts and letters anonymously ~ but you obviously knew it was him. he made it so fucking noticeable; with the way his cheeks flush up every time he sees you. when you open your door and receive your mail he always, and you mean always, checks you out when he gets the opportunity to.

mailman!leon who appears so angelic, so innocent but is secretly the most freakiest, down bad whore for you, bucking into his fleshlight as he goes on to imagine it’s you.

mailman!leon who’d write you dirty poems of the filthiest things he’d do to you if he had the chance, but never having the guts to actually mail it to you and deliver it to your doorstep; because he’s too pussy and scared of the way you’ll react or worse get rejected.

mailman!leon who’d hope that one day you’ll notice his pathetic self and dominate him, use him for your own pleasure n fuck his slutty ass dumb.

mailman!leon who’d you bump into on the way back to your apartment, flirtatiously running your hand up his bicep and giving him a wink whilst you pardon yourself. n when you dismiss yourself like the good bitch you were, he stood there still as a rock, dumbfounded and red as a tamato.

mailman!leon who’s emptying out his bag with mail when he notices it’s a letter, for him, from you. and ofc leon rips it apart eagerly; flabbergasted to find a pair of worn panties with a tag attached to the fabric reading, ‘i know you want it.’ written on the paper. his groin becomes tight and his dick pulsates.

mailman!leon who begins to overthink like always, thinking the mail wasn’t actually meant for him and was meant for someone else. but that night he can’t help but fist his cock furiously, biting his lip as he moans out your name.

navigator ✧.*

[feistyfreaks]

IK ITS NOT EVEN OCTOBER ANYMORE BUT I HAVE A REQUEST…. I always read about shy readers and I have no issue with it but I would love some appreciation for the nice popular girls! Maybe a ghostface!miguel x Nice popular reader (female)

i tried my best making these two work with each other so .. i hope you enjoy 🥲.

LOCKED IN TEMPTATION.

≪ pairings ≫ ⋮ npg!reader x ghostface!miguel

₊❏❜ content ⋮ school lockdown, armed murderer, threatening, degradation, dark themes, sexual coercion - dubcon/cnc, oral (m receiving), throat bulge, katoptronophilia (mirror sex), unexpected orgasm/squirting, & unprotected sex.

taglist ⋮ @pewpunk @111gltzpzy @theloneshadow @gabriel1898 @mimisxs (divider by @cafekitsune ♡)

“wait for me!” your friend called out, making you turn around. “which class are you going to?” you ask chloe, stopping in your tracks. “ugh, to biology.” she groans in response, her voice itching with annoyance. “why are heels such a pain in the ass.” she complains.

“maybe you shouldn’t have worn them to begin with.” cory suggests with a corny smile. “it’s not my fault i wanna look pretty.” chloe whines.

you all take a turn, “hey do you guys wanna use the bathroom?” you intervene.

“yeah, sure, i could really use the break.” chloe replies, sighing. you take another turn down, this time heading down the hallway towards the bathroom.

your girl group follows you in. beatrix leaned over the counter, applying lipstick. “hey did you guys hear the news?” cory blurts out, adjusting her glasses with a shocked look on her face.

“hey girl!” beatrix smiles as you two do your special handshake. “no why?” you reply, smiling, turning your attention to the girl with all your books in her hand. “supposedly there’s this new serial killer in town and he disguises himself with a ghost face mask.” cory says.

“a serial killer?” chloe scoffs, hopping onto the counter, now invested.

“yeah.”

“sounds scary,” beatrix adds, “do you have your mascara i could borrow? mines dry as fuck.”

“yeah, sure.” you grin, handing her your mascara. “thanks you’re the best.”

“so what’s his body count?” chloe asks with a wily smile. cory glances at you and beatrix, and back at chloe. “as in..?” beatrix raises a brow with a smirk on her face. “you guys are so dirty minded.” chloe bursts out laughing, “i meant in kill count, duh.”

“then you should’ve specified.” cory says as you all giggle in unison. suddenly her expression changes, glancing back at the phone and her jaw drops.

“well he’s made himself known.. surprised he hasn’t broken a record yet, the reports of deaths this month averages around two fifty.”

you all exchange looks.

“yikes.”

“well that doesn’t sound too good.” you mutter, scratching the back of your head.

“here.” beatrix hums, handing you back your mascara wand as you smile.

“welp, glad i’m not one of his victims.” chloe exhales. “guys we better hurry up or else we’ll be late.” beatrix adds as chloe plops off the counter, heading her way out the bathroom.

“see you last period.” she waves.

“i’ll get going too.” beatrix winks at you, following behind the blonde.

cory stays with you while you fix up your makeup and finish putting on your mascara. “have you got a message to be on watch of any suspicious activity?” cory looks at you, “i mean. maybe an amber alert, that’s all. but that’s probably irrelevant to the situation.”

the bell rung and you two stare at each other in disbelief. “my moms gonna think i’m skipping.” cory whines, face palming herself. “third time this week.”

but before the both of you could run out the door, the sound of a phone being picked up was heard.

and an announcement was made.

“students and staff we are now undergoing a lockdown, this is not a drill. please lock your doors, cover the windows and escort students back to class if needed. i repeat this is not a drill.”

“oh shit!” cory screams, dropping your books on the floor as your heart drops.

“what do we do?! we’re gonna get in so much trouble!” her eyes widen, hands clasping around her head as she pulls on her red locks.

“fuck, fuck fuck!” without thinking she pushes you into a stall, locking the door as the both of you prep yourselves onto the toilet seat.

“we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die!” cory murmured, grabbing your hand. “no we’re not!” you protest quietly, trying to calm her down.

“i’ll never see my mom again!” your friend babbled. you squeezed cory’s hand. “we’ll make it out alive together, i promise.”

you shouldn’t really be promising at times like this, but you had to get her to shut up somehow. you two heard the sound of footsteps running all over the place until it became silent.

those six minutes felt like six months.

you slowly lowered your foot, thinking coast was clear — just then you heard the bathrooms door creak open. you quickly swooped yourself off the floor.

that’s when you realized.

idiots.

you two hadn’t locked the bathrooms entrance.

you covered cory’s mouth as you put a finger on your lips; signaling her to stay quiet. heavy footsteps echoed throughout the bathrooms tiled floor and stopped in front of the dropped books that was scattered in different directions. you threw a hand over your mouth, watching her lips quiver.

someone shoved all the stalls opened until yours was the last one that remained.

you glanced down, their feet was the only thing that was visible in the small opening under the door. her grasp on your hand tightened. the two of you held your breaths.

you tried to steady your inconsistent breaths, squeezing your eyes shut. cory was surprisingly staying quiet for the most part. the seconds ticked and it felt like hours that the intruder stood there.

until they finally stepped back.

their footsteps were then heard from afar as you supposed they were leaving. the door creaked open again and just before you could sigh out in relief, cory’s foot got caught in the toilets sensor and the loud sound of the toilet flushing made the two of you gasp.

the footsteps stopped, and the two of you looked at each other dumbfounded.

“i know you’re in there.” a deep voice broke the silenced room. cory stared at you, looking for instructions.. possibly anything from your face that hinted what to do. but you didn’t give any.

you looked just as pale as she did.

“fine then. i’ll count to five, and if you don’t step out, i’ll make you come out.”

“one.”

cory gulped.

“two.”

she eyed you, shaking her head in disapproval when you reached to unlock the door.

“three.”

you stepped down slowly, your feet visible to the man behind the door.

“four.”

you gathered all your courage, slowly squeaking the door open.

“five.”

you looked up at him, your fists curled into a ball as your nails engraved into your palms.

“two?” he chuckled, stepping forward as you defensively stood in front of your friend.

you tried to appear intimidating, but of course you made yourself look like a fool, and instead he was the one that looked intimidating.

cory clung onto your arm, sniffling into the crook of your neck. your heart beat quickened, trying your best to keep up the brave act.

“how pathetic.” he laughed, “you’re not even armed. you don’t scare me little girl.”

he stepped closer and defensively, and without thinking, you kicked his shin. hard.

“run!”

he hissed, but before you two could make a run for it, he tugged on cory’s arm, pulling her backwards. you grasped onto her tightly, tugging her forward with all your strength. he pulled her towards him, and with a harsh yank your sweaty palms let go.

“you’ll pay for that.” he scoffed, head locking cory and aiming the knife towards her pulse point. “so who’s it gonna be?”

“you, or her?”

you glance at your friend who looks like she’s on the urge of fainting, her glasses are practically slipping off the bridge of her nose and her eyes were just as wet as an opened faucet running. you couldn’t stand watching her get hurt in front of you.

“don’t hurt her!” you beg out in defeat.

“let her go!”

“what’s the magic word?”

“p-please..? i-i’ll do anything!”

he lets her go and cory stumbles back, her glasses shattering. she weeped and with her blurry eyesight she ran out of the bathroom, almost tripping on her tangled feet.

“what a selfish bitch.” he laughs, “look at her go, four eyed freak can win a marathon.” he chuckles, practically wheezing.

you felt embarrassed, humiliated, a fool, stupid even.

tears formed in your eyes as he cornered you into the wall. “friends’ll backstab you so easily, how ironic.” he hums, his knuckles caressing your pale cheek sweetly.

that’s when your heart sinks, this was the guy from the news. ghost face mask. check. scary looking. check, and probably does have a kill count around two fifty. you mean. look at em.

you gulp, batting your wet eyelashes at him. “aww, don’t give me that look.” he coos, trailing the knife along the length of your neck. “you look like you need a hug.” he teases, almost feeling sorry for you. he leans into you, “i won’t hurt you.. not unless.. you give me what i want.” he whispers.

you sniffle, your knees felt like jello from how much they trembled. “a-and what is that?” you ask, voice ever so quiet. “hmnnn.” he hums. his thumb gently presses onto your bottom lip, pushing harder until his pad was rubbing onto the wet muscle of your tongue.

a raspy groan escaped his throat, “i want sex.” your pupils dilate as a rush of heat makes its way down your spine. “s-sex?” you repeat dumbly, almost gagging as he presses further on the flat of your tongue.

“you heard me, get down on your knees f’me.” he smirks underneath his mask. before you could even react his hand pushes your head down as you drop down to your knees submissively.

you felt weak, and powerless.

“that’s it. that’s a good girl.” he praised, his bulge threatened to escape its cage. huge, hard and curved into his slacks. he grabbed the back of your head, practically shoving his groin onto your face.

“go on. unbuckle my belt.” he demanded. you tugged on the leather feeling excitement pool into your panties. you zipped down his pants and his cock jumped out eagerly. he groaned, his dick thick and veiny, and tip raging red as beads of his pre dribbled down his long shaft. he grabbed his cock with his other hand, smacking the girth onto your cheek and smearing the pre onto your plump lip.

“open.” he ordered.

you looked up at him, those pretty eyes dripping with tears. you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to give his head kitten licks.

he found your lapping’s cute, you didn’t even know what you were doing. you lick the vein underneath his cock before sucking on the tip like a lollipop. imitating the women in the pornos you’d rub off to.

he slapped the shaft on your tongue before slipping into your mouth smoothly. he groaned at the sight of an inexperienced girl try n take his whole engorged cock into the small of her mouth. he shifted, placing his hands on your head, securing you in place. you moaned at the sudden action.

"like that, huh? like it rough? I'll show you rough." without a heads up, he thrusts deeper into your mouth; moaning at the sensation of your tongue. you gagged at the large object forcefully making its way down your throat.

"fuck, your mouth feels good."

you didn't know why, but hearing this man talk down on you only served to arouse you. your panties were soaked, and that familiar sensation of needing to pee aroused in you. your teeth scraped against the sensitive skin of his cock and the grip on your hair he had on you tightened, thrusting in deeper and fucking your mouth more aggressively.

he thrusted his entire length into your mouth, tip to base and began to grind down on your face. he looked down, his huge girth had created a bulge in your throat and his pre had spilled out and trickled down your chin. the sight, the lewd squelching sounds, and the stimulation was just enough to make him lose it. he came in your mouth deep, his seed coating your throat white as you gag.

he pushed your head until the tip of your nose brushed against his pelvis, he made sure you swallowed every last bit of his cum. he yanked you off his cock, moaning. you panted, gagging as you try to gather yourself from the previous blowjob session you just performed.

his hand brushed through your hair and tugged your head upwards. your abdomen was pressed against the counters cold surface, and your school girl uniform was pulled up; the wet patch between your puffy slit was now exposed.

you bit your lip, feeling the same pad prod at your swollen clit. “you like being used don’t you?” he smirks, pulling your panties to the side as his fingers slide through your slit. “look at you, you’re dripping wet.” his voice is filled with amusement and dominance that wants to humiliate you.

his fingers dip into your hole and you twitch, becoming sensitive from his touch. you balance onto the tip of your toes and a squeal makes its way out of your mouth. your knees buckle; your clit throbbing onto the pad of his finger as you spatter on him. a throaty groan rumbles into you ear, your juices drip down his fingers as he slowly finger fucks you through your high, completely drenching him with your orgasm.

“fuck baby, i’ve barely touched you and this pussy is already so eager.”

his fingers slip out of you, and you shook slightly, a shaky breath escaping your mouth. you writhe, legs betraying your instincts. you feel an arm wrap around waist securely. with his other hand he grabbed your face, making you look at yourself in the reflection.

“mmyou’ll let me stretch this pussy out, right?” he hums, lining up the head of his cock with your tiny hole. “t-that’s not the agreement we made.”

“the agreement was to do what i want, i never specified darling.”

“fuck you.” you hiss, gritting your teeth.

“that’s not very nice nena. apologize.” his voice deepens, coaxing you into apologizing to him because he didn’t like the fact you were disobeying his orders and talking back. but he’s nice enough to spare you another chance. he tugs your hair back roughly, “it’s not so hard to say sorry now is it?”

you glance at the ginormous figure behind you, “a-and why should i apologize?”

“fine then, you ungrateful brat.” he growls, bending you over and pushing the tip further into you, your jaw hung open and whimpers flow out of your mouth.

fuck you felt full. but it felt so good to be treated like such a whore.

in fact.. it turned you on.

stinging tears brim at your lash line; the pain tingled with pleasure. his fingers trail down your body and latch onto your hips, grinding you back onto his cock. you groan, pussy throbbing with every rock as his tip stimulates your cervix. “yea, feels good right?” he murmurs into you ear. thick girth feels like he’s stretching you out to the ends of earth.

but you love it.

he groaned curses into your ear and leaned forward, chest pressing onto your back making you bend over further more onto the counter top as he adjusts his position, fucking into you with deeper thrusts.

his hands kneaded with the plush flesh on your hips n thighs, finger pads trailing upwards to trace your spine before gripping onto your locks and pulling your head back up again, forcing you to stare at yourself in the mirror.

his hand came down to knead with your sensitive bud as the tip repetitively abused your cervix, your eyelashes fluttered. tears running down your cheeks and mouth agape from the ecstasy. your pretty lashes coated with mascara you spent your precious time on fixing was now running down your face.

“mírate siendo una puta.” he chuckled, hips fastening and with each thrust your ass recoiled onto his lap.

from your few spanish lessons you took, you partially understood what he meant and your cheeks grew red. “yea, keep squeezing down on me like that—” he drew in another shaky breath, “you're going to make me cum again.”

your toes curled, eyes rolling back, white ring stamping his dicks girth. with a harmonized groan he pulled out, wrapping his hand around his shaft and finishing jerking himself off as his head spewed out his climax onto your sopping cunt. he tapped the leaky head against your hole.

his hands gently held your stammering hips. he reaches to grab a few paper towels and cleans you up; respectfully pulling your skirt back down as he pats your head reassuringly. sliding the thin cloth of your panties back in place.

“hope you don’t mind not being able to walk for a few days.” he chuckles incoherently.

[feistyfreaks]

Hello, I don't know if you are receiving requests now but I was delighted with the story of Miguel O'hara being Ghostface

Could you make a second part, with NSFW, give it your touch, I only ask that it be +18, please

HIS SEDUCTION P2 ⋆༺☠︎︎༻ ⋆.

pairings ❀⋮ f!reader x ghostface!miguel

₊❏❜ cw⋮ stalking, break in, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, missionary, & rough sex.

note ⋮ ghostface!mig is making his comeback this december before new years, this one’s dedicated to you anon 😃🍻.

₊.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ PART ONE !

you walked into the mercadito hispano, then reaching for the small shopping basket. "milo, siéntate," you commanded at your cat, petting his head and fluffy ears as he obediently sat down. you grabbed his leash, tying it onto the nearest pole.

you then straightened your posture, “quédate aquí, voy a volver.” you smiled, blowing a kiss to your cat. milo meowed, lazily laying on the ground watching you walk away from him.

you walked into an aisle, a checklist in hand, reminding you of the things you needed to get. you began your journey, browsing the shelves as you searched for the first item on the list.

you became preoccupied, adding things to your basket and switching aisles when you heard the faint sound of the mercado's door being opened as you reached for a bag of frejoles.

you thought nothing of it, assuming it was just another customer walking in. glancing over your shoulder, you saw a man dressed in all black enter the market, his eyes scanning the aisles before landing on you.

you immediately looked away, breaking eye contact, you didn’t even get to see his face clearly.

as you turned to grab another item, you felt a strong sense of someone's eyes on you.

you had always loved shopping at the small hispanic market, with its vibrant colors and delicious smells, but for some reason.. today, something felt different.

the store was quite empty because it was around midnight, and you liked shopping around this hour because you found it to be more compatible since the mercado during the day was always packed.

you quickly switched aisles, hoping to shake off the uneasy feeling that was creeping up on you. there was something about this guy that was screamed a red flag, and you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

you shrugged it off, continuing to mind your own business..

but his presence.. felt oddly familiar.

and you couldn't seem to understand why he seemed so familiar to you.

you tried to brush it off as a weird coincidence, but deep down, you knew there was more to it.

you continued browsing, switching aisles to pick up some spices next. the man followed you once again. but this time you could feel him getting closer and you quickened your pace.

you felt his eyes on you again and your heart started to race. you tried to stay calm and as you turned to grab something from the shelf, you saw him walking towards you, now standing just a few feet away.

the fear that gripped you was almost suffocating. something about him just didn't feel right at all. you couldn't shake off the feeling that you knew this man from somewhere.

but from where?

your hands suddenly felt clammy, and the grip from your basket handle became loose as it fell, spilling its contents all over the floor.

you let out a small gasp, clutching your keys as you crouched down to gather your things quickly.

you were too busy trying to pick everything up that you didn’t notice something furry nuzzling into your leg.

startled, you looked down to see your cat.

"what the heck? wheres your leash?" you asked your cat who replied with a soft purr. you set the shopping basket down, and your brows furrowed in confusion.“that’s weird..” you blinked.

milo’s leash was nowhere to be seen. you quickly stood up, looking around frantically for whoever might have let your cat loose, but it seemed like you and this unknown man were the only costumers in the store besides the staff.

you grabbed milo and gathered your courage to walk past the anonymous stranger. you speed walked past him, head hung low, and yet you felt his eyes piercing through the back of your head as you walked. when you finally reached the end of the aisle, you exhaled deeply, realizing you’ve been holding your breath in the whole time.

you paid for your groceries and headed towards the exit, relieved to be leaving the strange man behind; but as you walked out of the market, you saw him leaning against the wall, wearing a black cloak and with something else in hand that appeared to you as a knife.

by now, your nerves were frayed and you just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. you walked with milo who was by your side, keeping you company as you tried to ignore the lingering presence of the man. but just as you were about to turn towards your street, you felt milo jolt and run off into the dark woods.

“milo!” you shouted, immediately dropping your groceries as you took off after him. "wait up, espera ayy!"

you chased after your cat, frantically calling out for milo, but he kept running until he hid and was no longer in sight. you made your way deeper into the dark woods, hoping to find your cat so you could get the hell outta there.

you couldn’t see milo anymore and you were losing hope. you searched carefully behind a bush and a twig snap behind you.

you quickly turned around to find no one, goosebumps rushed down your body and your mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, you didn’t like this at all.

you began feeling paranoid, your eyes flickered in all directions. your hand grazed over the bark of the tree, and you felt something.. there was a black piece of fabric stuck onto the trees branches. you ripped it off and turned your attention back to the mysterious noise.

“hello?” you called out into the darkness, but you were met with silence. you slowly walked forward, listening in attentively. from the corner of your eye you saw a black figure peer out behind another tree.

suddenly, something jumped out scaring you.

“meow!”

“milo! oh my gosh you scared me!” you sighed, exhaling as you converted your fear into a nervous laughter. “you almost gave me a heart attack,” you murmured, kneeling down to your cats height as you scooped him up into your arms.

“don’t do that ever again, you hear me?” you kissed milo’s ear and made your way out of the forest as the leaves beneath you crunched. you took one last glimpse behind your shoulder and left.

relieved, you made your way back to your house with milo secure onto your side. you walked up the porch and approached the door, pulling out your keys but as you reached for the handle it straightforwardly opened.

you paused.

the door was unlocked.

you could’ve sworn you had locked the door before leaving.

you glanced down at milo who eagerly pushed the door further open, making his way into your home. you cautiously followed behind your cats lead, setting your groceries down onto the kitchen counter and quietly beginning to search the house.

you creaked the bathrooms door opened to find nothing, then you explored the living room, again, nothing. then you checked the laundry room to find nothing yet again.

the first floor was clear, but you hadn’t checked upstairs. you took off your shoes and walked upstairs ever so quietly. you entered your bedroom, switching on the light to find absolutely nothing.

“maybe i’m just paranoid,” you scoffed, running your hand through your hair as you took a deep breath in. “what’s going on with me today?” you asked yourself, closing the door and just as you turned to head out the room, a strong force grabbed you and pulled you onto the bed.

"yea, what’s going on with you today?”

your eyes widened, it was him.

you forced yourself to fight back, but your body stood still.

move.

fucking move.

what’re you doing?

the air from your lungs has been knocked out of you and you felt like you were in an episode of sleep paralysis, the only thing is, this was real.

you slightly winced, "y-you.. you.. what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

flashbacks hit you all at once, and your nerves were all over the place as you felt your hands begin to uncontrollably shake.

that ghostface mask.

that black hood.

that deep honey like voice.

those ginormous hands, how could you ever forget?

"i told you i'd come back for you, did you miss me?"

"it's you! you followed me from the supermarket, you stalker!" you yelled, noticing the same black cloak from earlier as you squirmed underneath his strong grip. "w-what do you want from me, i've given you what you wanted last time!"

"'given me what i wanted?' and what was that, huh?" he asked teasingly, pinning your hands above your head.

"d-don't you remember.. we had-"

"yea, i remember. of course i did. you never left my mind ever since.” he leaned into you, his voice smooth as silk. “take off the damn mask you coward, who are you really? do you hide because you’re s-ca-ared?” you stammered.

you sounded so weak.

“scared? coward? c’mon, is that all you got?” he scoffed. “i’m not scared, but you are. coward.” he mocked.

“i’m not scared, i-i’m not a coward,” you murmured, your jaw jittering as you clenched it to maintain the brave appearance.

“mi amor, tienes miedo. look at you, you’re trembling.” he cooed, you heard the pocket knife clip open and you froze. you shut your eye lids tight, holding your breath waiting for him to slice you, but all he did was laugh.

the pocket knife playfully snapped close, and his tight grip on your wrists loosened. he settled his thighs on each side of your hips, trapping you underneath him.

you opened your eyes and saw him unfasten the mask behind his head before watching it fall off.

the sight before you was astonishingly exhilarating.

he looked breath taking.

“it was you,” you huffed out, squinting your eyes as you studied his features.

“you.. you’re-” suddenly you forgot all your words, and his gaze made you clammy all over again.

his hands slid down your sides and latched onto your waist, his head tilted in a teasing manner, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“why’d.. why’d you return?” you murmured as your breath hitched in your throat feeling his hands squeeze the flesh and graze against your hipbone.

“ya te dije, no podía sacarte de mi mente querida.. you have this effect on me that’s driving me insane..your scent lingered everywhere i fucking went, even on my fucking clothes and..” he paused, licking his lips as his eyes dilated, “your taste lingers on my tongue.”

he leaned into your ear, “quiero comerte otra vez.” his digit swiped across your bottom lip, and his eyes were filled with a newfound hunger.

you let out a soft gasp, eyebrows knitting as heat dripped down your core. your intruder's hand drifted under your shirt, groping your breast as he squeezed it roughly, his thumb swirled over your areola and the lustic look in your eyes encouraged him to continue his assault.

his other hand traced down your ribcage before slipping into the waistband of your skirt. your mouth opened, and just when you were about to say something his lips attached to yours. your eyes blew wide as you moaned into his mouth, and his fingers pressed onto your soaked nub, rubbing slow teasing circles around your bundle of nerves.

his heated lips dragged down your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as you delivered soft gasps in return. he conveyed kisses all the way down to your navel, pressing an open mouthed kiss onto your pantie-covered cunt.

the sweet smell of your nectar made his mouth water, and his eyes were hazy with the lewd sight of your cunt dripping from your thin panties. his dick was confined against his slacks, bulge poking against the mattress as he groaned and with a blink of an eye he tore the fabric in half before stuffing his face in between your legs. you twitched, another moan rolling out from your tongue as your hand combed through his hair.

the feeling of his warm breath hitting your core and his tongue swirling around your clit was a feeling you’ve craved to feel again. you felt almost nasty for displaying your cunt to some lunatic so easily - but the nastiness of it all didn’t falter to turn you on further.

his fingers spread your folds, licking a wet line along your slit causing you to shudder as his hands snaked underneath your thighs, holding you open. you moan as he continued to lick your clit, tongue tracing figure eight’s on your nub as his tongue pressed onto your hole.

“so fucking good,” miguel groaned, you were driving him insane with the way you savored, and it was making him go giddy over your pussy.

he stuck out his tongue, lewdly licking across your puckered hole, exerting a long sigh from you. spit seeped at the corners of his lips as he spat on your cunt causing you to shudder. your eyes roll back from the deep hum against your clit, sending vibrations to your center as a low groan erupts from you; a knot forming in your abdomen from the intense pleasure.

the wet muscle darts into your heat, and that same coil tightens, and with a thrust of his tongue your back arches, a high pitched squeal withdraws from your throat as your walls pulse around his tongue making him go feral as he finishes up licking his meal.

your legs shake, and you squirm your way out of his grasp, but that doesn’t stop him from thumbing your clit, further teasing your overstimulated cunt as you clamp shut.

“aw sensitive, now?” he groans, pressing a kiss to your knee cap.

your completely out of breath, watching him wipe off the glisten from his mouth with his shirt before tugging it off.

the bed dips with his weight as he climbs over you, his hands gently grab onto your waist; settling himself in between your legs again.

“sabes que?” he whispered with a soft tone, “eres tan linda, mi angel.”

you smile at his compliment, shoving your face farther into the cushion attempting to hide your blush as he pecks a kiss to your head. his tip slides against your folds and purposely against your clit making you writhe.

he loves teasing you.

he slips into you with ease, and the breath you took was let out in shaky intervals as he filled you up inch by inch, slowly bottoming out until his mushroom tip rested against your cervix.

“just needed this tiny pussy to be filled up with a big, thick cock, yea?” he teases against your fervid body, “fuck you’re so tight angel.”

he grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head as he ruts into you with a steady pace.

your eyes flicker shut and he could feel your warm inner walls constrict around his length. slowly, he pulled back out before going back in, watching his length disappear into your heated cavern. your pretty moans were music to his ears, egging him on to continue as he felt your walls clench around him.

you rolled your hips against his, and he couldn’t help but look down between your bodies again to see himself pull out with every thrust.

“your pussy is addictingly tight, shit.” he groaned at the luscious sight, picking up the pace as he propped your knees up to your chest, his length left a bulge in your tummy with the new position, and it didn’t fail to make him more hazier with lust.

he began to drill his cock into you with force, and the sudden change of pace caught you off guard; with each slam of his hips, small squeaks leave your mouth as your fingers curled into a fist.

he bullies his cock into your pretty pussy, eyes glued onto that mesmerizing bulge and it almost felt hypnotizing with the way his shaft rubbed up against your tight constriction.

“your little hole enjoys being abused by my cock, doesn’t it?” he chuckles, “such a cute fucking pussy.” his hand presses down on your belly and you moan at each spark of pleasure ignited in you as he pushes into your cervix.

“look at the way your sucking me in, your practically inviting me to give you my creampie.” miguel grunts, gripping onto your wrists tighter and ramming into you without a warning. “your mine, fuck, and only mine. your cunt is mine to use freely, right baby?”

you could practically feel his bulbous tip thrusting in your guts, and you try to shove yourself out of his hold; becoming sensitive. you were unable to function against the pleasure he's forcing into your body, and all you could do was nod your head as your eyes squeezed shut.

but your nod didn’t seem to satisfy him.

“fucking say it.”

“yes!” you scream out, head falling back as his hips snap into yours driving you closer to your orgasm, you let out the most pornographic moan feeling him pump you full of his cum.

"asi te voy a dejar princesa, bien llenita, chorreando y con las bragas puestas.” he murmurs along your neck feeling you gush onto his shaft. your body convulses as your eyes rolled back causing you to see white before you lose consciousness.

“holy shit,” he scoffs, letting go of your wrists, “did you just—?”

⋆°₊⋆𖦹 ⋆｡✩

you wake up the following morning, finding yourself tucked into bed with a new pair - but soaked - panties on, and warm jamie’s. you attempt to get out of bed but you instantly collapse onto the floor with a thud.

“ouch,” you wince, hearing milo scurrying upstairs as he scratched the door. you crawl your way towards the door knob, extending your arm yet successfully failing to open the door.

the only thing you remember is what happened last night which left you extremely sheepish. your wrists felt awfully sore, and just as you expected, marks and bruises were left on them.

you managed to get onto your knees and turn the door handle before you fell back, and milo instinctively jumped on you.

your cat purred, nudging his head into your chest.

“crap,” you sighed out, “my groceries!” you whined, face palming yourself. “they’re probably ruined by now.” you frowned at milo who stared at you blankly.

you got up, slowly and carefully making your way downstairs and into your kitchen.

you were shocked to see your kitchen counter completely empty; although.. there was a small note stuck onto the counters edge.

you grabbed it, opening it as you plopped down on the chair beside you, reading the message.

“don’t worry my love, i put away your groceries and fed your cat since i knocked you out last night, so i suppose i’d do you the favor.” it read, “i also properly left your doors locked just in case anyone else other than me tries breaking in.”

you felt yourself heat up with embarrassment but you inevitably broke into a smile as you shoved your face into your palms.

[feistyfreaks]

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.

[feistyfreaks]

Can I request something? 👉🏼👈🏼

if it’s yes. Can you do a coffee date with DI!Leon? in winter vibe, I think it will be cute and fun to hang out with him.

winter’s sweet invitation ❅.

₊❏❜content ⋮ dl!leon x f!reader. one-shot. smut free. just fluff ;).

you were eager to finally spend some time with leon, outside of work. he’s been working overtime and is always taking the biggest naps after his shift; his schedule is so packed, you two rarely spend time together anymore.

but today he made some changes.

ding.

you turn your attention to the illuminated cellular device, and you smile.

➷

my gringito ♡ — i’m on my way, love. just stopped at the gas station, is there anything you’d like?

you — i’m fine really, don’t worry :).

my gringito ♡ — alright, text you when i’m there.

➷

you wait patiently in the cafe, gazing outside the frosted windows that were draped with white curtains, decorated with fairy lights. it was a snowy afternoon. the snow, accumulated and packed into small ice crystals; like the ice has been broken down into tiny flakes, white and cold, but lighter in weight. a few minutes go by, your phone buzzes and the door jingles open. you turn towards the direction the noise came from and were met with a cold breeze that fanned you as you slightly shivered.

“leon!” you smile, springing up and jumping into your boyfriends arms. “someone looks awfully excited to see me.” he chuckled softly, tightly clasping his arms around your width. “how are you darling?” he asked, his tone deep and masculine.

“i’m great actually, now that you’re here.” you chime as he presses a kiss to your lips, “and how are you?” you murmur; eyes glinting in the cafe’s shade, “i could say the same.” leon kisses, “you look gorgeous, as always.”

you blush, “it’s nothing really, you look..” you pause to admire his appearance. long bangs framing his face, defined jawline with a stubbled chin, furrowed brows and his iconic heavy leather jacket atop his broad shoulders.

“hot.”

he chuckles at your statement and you feel your cheeks go warm. “oh my love, why don’t you go order? drinks are on me.” you nod, as the two of you head to the front. you ogle the menu, eyeing all the options. “hi, may i take your order?”

“hello, one cappuccino, the sugar plum cheese danish, and the chocolate cake pop.” you hum, “and he’ll take the..” you glance at leon who’s already staring at you.

“hm.. i think i’ll take the cinnamon dolce latte and the glazed doughnut.” he answered. “is that all?” the cashier asked as leon glances over at you again. “that’s all, thank you.” you reply as leon nods. he whips his wallet out and hands the lady his card.

the card approves and she hands you two the receipt. “c’mon let’s take a seat,” leon crooned, his hand grabbing the chairs backrest as he pulls it out for you; beckoning you to sit down.

you take your seat and he pushes your chair a bit forward, and he tugs a chair out backwards for himself. “it’s been a while since we’ve gone on a date.” you breathe out steadily. “yeah, i’m glad i can make up for it now.” he smiles sweetly, “we’ve almost hit a year of dating, anything you want to do to celebrate?” leon asks.

“wow it’s already been a year?” you giggle, “time flies doesn’t it? hm, well actually.. i don’t know.. what’re you planning on doing?” you quirk a brow.

just then your number gets called out and leon smiles mischievously. he gives you a look before he stands up, walking over to the counter up front and coming back with a tray of sweet confections and drinks.

“soo.. you know how i’m working a lot?” he began, setting down the tray between the two of you. “mhm.” you hum, turning your attention to him as you grab your cappuccino.

“well, i was thinking of taking you on a trip to paris.” he adds, his eyes search for a reaction from you.

“really?!”

your smile brightens as you clasp your hands together. “of course, you’ve always told me you wanted to go to the eiffel tower one day, so why not go now since i’m offering you the chance?” leon explains, stuffing his hand into his pocket.

“oh leon! that’ll be a dream come true, i’m so excited!” you squeal, “imagine all the things we could do there as a couple!”

leon melts at the thought of purposing to you in paris; he clutches a small box in his hand as his gaze softens on you.

“when are we going?” you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. “oh, uhm this winter?” he says, gulping down his latte.

“i can’t wait, that’s so romantic, especially since the holiday season is coming up. that’ll be the best christmas gift.” you ramble, his hand reaches to interlace with yours. “anything to make you happy.” he coos, handing you your cheese danish as you take a bite.

you take a couple more drinks from your cappuccino, the hot beverage tingling your throat. you lick the outer part of the cake pops shell, your warm tongue melts chocolate as it syrups into your mouth.

the edges of your lips curve into a warm and delicate grin. “tastes delicious.” you hum, you stuff the cake pop into your mouth; this time actually taking a bite.

leon bites his doughnut, “it’s as sweet as you.” he laughs and you roll your eyes. “have you bought the tickets yet?” you asked, taking another bite of your cheese danish. “mmmm, actually yeah. i did it this weekend, a month in advance so we can plan out where we want to visit first.”

your eyes widen in excitement. “seriously?! oh my gosh.” your jaw opens.

“did you book the hotel already?”

“hm. i was planning to book them mid november, i was also thinking of taking you to loire valleys castle while we’re there.” leon adds, finishing his snack.

“the tickets are at least a hundred n fifty leon, that’s too expensive.”

“i know. but i’ve been working overtime for a reason.” he winks.

✧.*

[feistyfreaks]

Dawg whats next walmart minimum wage paid leon? 💀

LMFAOOOO lowkey i do see him working at walmart 😂😂.

[feistyfreaks]

your a underrated writer, your work deserves more recognition 💗

thanks anon 🥲🌷.

[feistyfreaks]

pls i’m so obsessed w your acc. that’s all.

hope you have an amazing week luv 💌

AWWW TYYY YOU TOO BABE !! 😭😭

[feistyfreaks]

Any chance of a third part to Miguel’s The Physical story?

tbh probably not, even if there was a third part i don’t know what it’d be about because i’m running out of ideas related to the physical 😭.