#i am normal about this man

[thefangirlfever]

DBF! Miguel O'Hara (18+, MDNI)

Content warning: Explicit content under the cut. This story depicts a relationship with an age-gap (F: 28 yo, M: 49 yo) and graphic content. If any of these topics make you feel uncomfortable, please do not interact.

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DBF! Miguel and reader having a moment together. They're alone in his kitchen, it's the middle of a rainy fall afternoon and you are drinking tea together. The two of you font need to speak to communicate. Your gestures, your eyes, even the way you sip your tea tell everything you need to know.

His attention is focused on your fingers holding the warm mug. Your hands are often cold and he wishes he could warm them himself. Your eyes linger on his glossy lips, on how their gull shape perfectly mold into the edge of the mug, leaving you practically breathless when you watch the slow up and down of his Adam's apple as he drinks the beverage.

The tea slowly warms up your bodies and without even realizing it, the two of you are closer now. You are basking in the soft, golden light of the room, lost in this moment that you wished would never end.

When Miguel kisses you, it almost feels desperate. It feels like he is trying to absorb your essence, to quench an endless thirst. His lips are just like you've been fantasizing them, if not better. Your back is pressed against the wooden cabinet if the kitchen, your head thrown back as he dives in your sweetness.

His lips taste like the honey he put in his tea and they move with ease on yours. The pace of the kiss is slow, excruciatingly slow. His tongue dives into your mouth, tastes your lips in every possible way while he holds your face firmly.

When his hands start to caress your body over your clothes, you moan into the kiss. Your breath falters and your lashes flutter. You need to hold yourself against the edge of the countertop to not collapse. His hands could be on your hips, your shoulders, your hair and ge still wouldn't stop kissing you.

He feels feverish, ill. Your body feels even softer,more tender than what he could have ever imagined. And yet, your skin is still so firm, every smooth angle on your body perfectly fitting in the palm of his hands. He doesn't know just how far he can go with you without scaring you off. The problem being that he is scared of his own desires himself. It's unlike him to desire anything this bad, to the point that he can't sleep peacefully at night anymore while his body and mind are tortured with the image of you.

He begs you to tell him to stop but you don't and instead you indulge into the kiss, arching your body even more against him, touching him... The sighs your body lets out are low and heavier.

His fingertips caress your neck, your shoulders then run down the length of your body. When his fingertips trace the outline of your chest, a whimpers escapes your lips. He would have never expected you, usually so stern, so calm and collected to act in such a needy way. His hands slip under the hem of your sweater, touching your lower back, the warn skin of your stomach... his hands slide higher on your body until he finally cups your bare breasts still covered by the sweater. A small whimper escapes him when he finally holds them and gets to feel just how smooth and warm your plump flesh is.

He kisses your breasts through your sweater and when he sees how responsive your body is, his appetite only grows more. Your small whimpers finish to make him hard. His raspy voice praises you, tells you just how beautiful you are, how soft, how delicious you taste... your pliable flesh is like the ultimate temptation and he gets lost in these sensations.

Your hands clasp around his face, keeping him close and caressing his hair. A tingling sensation runs straight from your breasts to your core and you're practically sure you're already wet. His callous fingertips make you squirm and release more sounds of pleasure that you would be ashamed of in any other circumstances.

When he finally pulls down the zipper of your jeans and slip his hand under the fabric,a low groan vibrates through his chest. You're so wet that you're practically drenched. He is not better than you and in this case,he can't hide the evidence of his arousal. He should stop, he knows it. But you are already grinding your hips on his hand, humping his fingers in a desperate attempt to get him to touch you. There is no shame on your face and he wished he could be more like you in this moment, shameless enough to only care about your pleasure.

In front of your pleas, he pushes one hooked finger between your plump lips. Even through the fabric of your panties, his digit finds your pleasure point and he presses harder on it with every second. You clench your thighs and moan his name while he caresses you. He is usually taking things slow, taking his time,making sure everything is perfect fie this moment. But he is in a hurry now. He has waited for too long and you want him. Unlike what he was expecting, you want him too. This helps him get rid of his last inhibitions and the two of you are humping each other like two animals in heat now.

His larger body cages you against the cabinet, one of his hands holding your hips while the other pins your hand on the counter top. He looks down on you while the tip of his cock ribs against your folds. Your lips feel so full,their outlines visible in your underwear as they get more engorged with your desire. He is going crazy with this image and he has already made a mess in his pants at this point.

None of you had time to grab a condom and you ended up doing it by rubbing each other's body like that,still wearing your underwear on. His erection pushes, presses against you feel like you're already seeing stars from just the feeling of his fat tip rubbing you over the thin cotton of your panties.

When he reaches his climax, he grunts and can't stop his hips from thrusting against yours one last time. As he leans in front of you, his open collar gives you a hint of his torso. The sight of his wide chest covered in a trail of black and thick curly hair makes you even wetter. Your hands are just about to open his shirt further when the two of you suddenly stop.

There's a noise coming from the front door and you have to stop. Your bodies reluctantly part away, you leaving his warmth and him leaving your softness.

The feeling of shame subsides for the rest of the evening while the two of you have to act like nothing happened but you can't stop thinking about the loss of Miguel buried deep inside your folds and he can't have a minute of peace, fully aware of the warm mess on his thighs.

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This is what 4 hours of sleep,one beer and too much Character AI the last week do to me. Enjoy this mess.

I know I said I wanted to write a slow burn story this time but I didn't want to give you only crumbs, so here's this weird headcanon, smutty one shot but also preview of the upcoming story.

[starandcloud]

A collection of my favorite Hiccup GIFs

I DON'T THINK YOU ALL UNDERSTAND THE FUCKIN CHOKEHOLD THIS MAN HAD ON LIKE- 12 YEAR OLD ME- AND STILL HAS ALMOST SIX YEARS LATER-

I WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE SO FUCKING BAD /l

HE HAS SUCH A PRETTY AND PUNCHABLE FACE I-

[honeyimissjoo]

this is a beer ad for Dazed Korea

[sentient-trash]

A very normal drawing ahead I promise

@steves-strapcollection s oc tig as a demon

[angelfoodscake]

hello flavio nation

why did i spend so much time on htis i hate this help me

[silvercloudedskies]

montgomery forever and ever and ever

[prince-kallisto]

After a very long day at work, Larry begins considering on cutting down his overtime hours

[tagzpite]

Papa’s here

[thegroundsofbrooklyn]

jeremy jordan. like if you agree

[vitaae]

killingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyoukillingyou

[tetrafy]

Hear me out…flustered adaman.

[grinfodoro-reblogs-corral]

That one doodle of Puzzle and kiddie Prism made me wanna post some other doodles I've done of my helmetless Puzzle lol

This one is like a study of him through time I one day plan to write a fanfic about him too, one day pffff

I think this man is absolutely capable of going insane and doing unhinged morally-dubious things for reach his goals (Prism had to take her zealousness from someone)

However he'd also cry after spilling water on the counter and that is the energy I want to mostly embrace. Thanks for coming to my exposition and have a good one

[ozymoron]

tbh i dont remember anything about gotham outside of what happened to ed and maybe a bit of what happened to my other favourite characters

[crowsfeathersandbones]

In s2 someone should shut Izzy up by kissing him on the lips

[wicked-cat]

[ashtnketchup]

just got the illusion boat scene with gale. I am SWOONING