#miguel o’hara blurbs

[kissitbttr]

miguel keeps so many nsfw pics of you in his phone.

one where he’s taking you from behind and you’re looking over your shoulder with a lazy smile

one where you have your tongue laying flat against the tip of his cock and you’re looking straight into the camera

one where you’re laying on your back, bare breasts as you give your best naught smile to the camera and doe eyes that makes him go crazy

one where you have your tongue out, his cum dripping all over it as you grin widely and looking up to the lenses

one where has his large hand cupping your bare tit under the soft material of your tank top (and another where he’s playing with your nipples)

one where he takes a close up picture of your pussy spread open, filled with him cum

one where you both go sunbathing at the beach and he’s laying on the plump of your ass cheek

one where he pulls his cock out of your pussy halfway and sent it to your ex boyfriend because he can’t fucking stop texting you as he added with the caption that says ‘she’s fucking busy’

one where his face is buried deep into your pussy, hands gripping around your thighs. eyebrows furrowed, eyes red as a devil as he looks into the camera

one where it’s a night in, a movie is playing in the background as he settles his face in between your breasts while you read your book

one where you’re naked, just in your panties, on your stomach and rolling yourself a blunt

one where you just got both of your nipples pierced and he took the picture right after

and lastly, one where he fucked you on your wedding night, just in your white matching lingerie set, panties to the side, garters still attached around your thighs and a veil still perched on top of the crown of your head.

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details here ;)))

[obxsprincess]

18 + content. mdni. f!reader x nerd!miguel

nerd!miguel who can’t control himself the moment your silken walls wrap around him. how can he? when your cunts so sweet, so perfect, your slick arousal that glazes your thighs like a honeyed due to his senses. his pace is frantic and uneven, hips bucking into yours while his coffee stained eyes roll back “m’ sorry, I’m sorry cariño” he knows he’s going to fast, his cocks too thick, bullying your pussy with each desperate thrust “f-fuck, feels to good ma, I-I” he’s a groaning mess, watching your writhe underneath him in flushed pleasure, your tits bouncing, your pretty lips falling open, cunt milking every needy rut

he can’t stop himself, y-your so tight, so beautiful, f-feels to good

nerd!miguel who can’t be more embarrassed when he cums within minutes, apologizing over and over again :( — you find it cute though, miguel feeling your sopping heat wrapped around him and he’s a complete mess, pathetic in his eyes

migs makes up for it though, eating you out until you reach orgasm after orgasm. his brilliant tongue flicking your clit, still whispering his sorrys against your swollen bud. but of course he can’t help cumming from that too, rutting against your pink sheeted bed, barring his face into your pussy so you can’t hear his raspy release

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

SMUT!!! Minors dni!! Dry humping, slight groping, somnophilia, ‘just the tip’ trope (it’s not gonna be just the tip🤭), unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it), breeding kink, slight use of daddy/mommy, cream-pie. Cursing. I don’t write smut very often so apologizes if it’s not very good. Happy valentines day🤭🫶🏼

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Thinking about Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who insisted that you take the bed in his room after you suggested to sleep in Gabi’s room, swearing you wouldn’t fall off her twin bed despite both of you knowing you move way too much in your sleep to stay on that thing comfortably all night.

Baby daddy!Miguel who wouldn’t take no for an answer, resulting in you setting up shop in his room. Leaving the room right before you were about to sleep to get a glass of water, only to see your 6’9 ex trying to squeeze himself into his couch with a blanket and pillow. You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh at the sight or not but you sure as hell felt the ache in your chest while you watched him twist and turn in an attempt to not fall off while also trying to find a comfortable position. With a begrudging sigh, you told him, “come on, get in here.” while nodding towards his room.

Baby daddy!Miguel that slept on the right side of bed, while you on the left. Both with your backs facing away from each other, but you both forgot how much you both move in your sleep, and despite not having slept in the same bed in 9 years, your bodies have somehow gotten themselves into a spooning position sometime in the middle of the night as you both slept.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had only been with a handful of women since your break up, and with his new refound love for you, couldn’t help himself but start to get hard in his sleep. The feeling of your ass pressing against his cock only made it worse.

Baby daddy!Miguel who let out quiet whimpers and groans when he slowly started to rut his hips into yours. Now half awake and mind hazy, and he knows he should stop but the silent whine that fell from your lips and the way your hips roll back so your ass meets his groin again keeps him going.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had to bite down on his lower lip to keep himself from groaning too loud so you don’t wake up as he dry humps you like he did after a frat party 10 years ago. Dipping his head and planting soft wet kisses on the back of your neck as his hands slowly drag themselves up and down your body, your hips, your ass, your tits, wherever they can grab.

Baby daddy!Miguel who almost creams his pants when he hears you sleepily call his name in that breathy and high-pitched voice you always got when you’re hot and bothered. Feeling like he was dreaming when he asked if you wanted him to stop and you said no.

Baby daddy!Miguel who couldn’t stand not being inside of you any longer, but he didn’t have any condoms since he hasn’t been seeing anyone recently. So with the most whiney desperate tone you’ve ever heard this man speak in your whole 12 years of knowing him, he asked, “let me put in just the tip please?” And who were you to refuse?

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“Porfa amor, just the tip I promise.” You never thought you’d find yourself humping up against Miguel like a bunch of horny teens again, yet here you were, in his bed with his hard-on pointing at your backside, you’ve never been more thankful then at that moment your daughter had to participate in the soccer teams sleepovers then you did now. (Please baby,)

You couldn’t take it much longer either, never feeling so overheated in a tank top and a pair of his boxers that fit you like oversized shorts. Why did you both have to sleep half naked? You quickly nodded your head, glancing over your shoulder to get a peak at Miguel as you panted out, “okay, okay just the ti-“ but you didn’t even get to finish the full sentence before Miguel flipped you both so you were on your back as he hovered over you, one hand supporting his weight while the other grabbed the boxers and your panties to tug them off of you. Your hips rising to help assist him, kicking them to the side as he takes off the pair of boxers he was wearing before his hand came down to pump his cock a few times, lining it up to your cunt as his lips met yours to swallow your whines.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this pretty pussy…” He groans as he finally sinks the head into you, his lips dipping into the croak of your neck as you let out a small hiss. Despite it only being the first two or so inches you couldn’t help whimper at the stretch he provided, you’ve truly forgotten how big he was. “Shh, shh, I know mami, no one takes care of you like I do…” He cooed, his hand running through your hair as he leaves sloppy kisses on your neck, and whether you knew it or not he was right, both in bed and in general. “Let daddy take care of you…”

“Mig-fuck-“ You moaned as your eyes fluttered shut, your hips bucking up to get some more of him in you. He must have read your mind, pulling out fully before sinking himself into your heat again, a bit deeper this time. “So good-Miguel.”

“Yo se, mami, yo se… he didn’t fuck you like I do huh?” He asked between pants, each thrust filling you more and more. You were too busy moaning to answer, so you opted to nod instead . “Fuck your so pretty like this cariño… might have to fuck another baby in you.” (I know, I know…) (sweetie)

“Fuck Miguel-I’m gonna-“ With one final thrust, he finally bottoms out, making the knot in your lower stomach come undone. Wave after wave pulsing through you as you squirm underneath him, his orgasm soon follows. Pumping his seed deep inside your used cunt, his thrusts grow sloppy as he helps ride you both through your orgasms.

When he finally pulls out you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the sudden loss of him, only left with the feeling of him dripping out from between your legs. You barely got time to catch your breath before his hand went to your hips and turned you over so you were on all fours.

“You thought we were done? No way sweetie. I finally got you back, we’re going all night.”

Thank god you were on birth control.

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Part 6.5<

Not proofread.

Word count: 1.1k (girl idk how that happened either)

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[lizispunkk]

[luvrxbunny]

I think Joel and Miguel will be into sucking tits for hours not sexual just because they like the feeling of it while you gently caress their hair

for sure. absolutely. of course.

i think after a long hard day they’d need it so bad but i think they’d both be too shy or scared to ask for it.

18+ MDNI

maybe if mig had a really bad day he’ll ask you to “hold him” but you know what he really wants.

with Miggy the positioning is you in his lap, with his face buried in your chest. he probably doesn’t look at you that much because he’s embarrassed and cus he gets too focused on suckling from you that he doesn’t even realize how much time has passed. you both have fallen asleep like that many times

but joel? i don’t think he’d ever say anything. he’d just be sad in the corner until you call him over with a knowing smile.

also with Joel the position is him laying next to you with his head in your lap, your stroking his hair and looking down to him. he’s probably staring at you the whole time with so much love and adoration you feel like you could burst

i also think that they’d need it a lot when they’re sick but that’s just because they both turn into big babies. so they don’t need it but they REALLY want it.

those are the times that it turns sexual.

for Joel I think he’d be secretive about it, a little embarrassed that he told you he needed it to feel better but now all he wants it to fuck you— you’d be able to see it in his eyes though. they’d get hazy as he falls into the ocean of arousal he’s getting but then widen slowly as he realizes he’s getting hard. his gaze into your eyes would become more intense in an attempt to keep your eyes on his. and let’s say you realize but decided not to make it known, you just keep staring into his eyes as if you haven’t noticed. his face probably begins to contort, a little bit in pleasure, a bit in pin until he gives in and just trails your hand from his chest down to his bulge and you get the privilege of watching his eyes roll back as you add pressure

and our little loveboy miggy?

he’d be a little embarrassed at his arousal but he knows you understand and you definitely don’t mind. so he would just start grinding up into you. groaning and whimpering into your chest while holding you down in his lap. you’d be able to feel him smirking against your chest and your pliancy. he’d probably cum like that, way too desperate to let you get up to take anything off. also i think the closer he gets to cumming, the messier his mouth gets. so you’re left with him drooling, slobbering all over your chest while rutting up into you like there’s no tomorrow. he’d only detach from your chest to look at your face as he cums

I GOT CARRIED AWAY

[jinnieminniemoon]

Training: Day One

🔞 Mature Content! DNI if you are under 18 🔞

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader

Summary: You love your boyfriend so much but you can’t fit his dick inside you no matter how hard you try. He comes up with the solution:

A week of training.

Warnings: size kink (kinda), overstimulation, forced orgasms, fingering

Word count: 302

AN: I’m so excited! This is my first ever fic. I hope it isn’t too bad, tell me what you think.

It’s not your fault you’re tiny.

It’s not your fault your boyfriend is huge.

But it’s partially your fault that you’re in the situation you’re in now. Laying on the bed you and Miguel share with your legs spread open wide and sobbing.

“Fuckkkk. Slow down, Miggy. It’s too much.” Your boyfriend has been stuffing you full of fingers for the past who knows how long. It could have been thirty minutes, could have been three hours, all you know is that you’ve been coming over and over again. It’s all part of his plan to get you to finally be able take his giant cock.

With a full foot and a half of difference between both your heights, you’d always known taking his cock would be a challenge. So Miguel, being the sweet and caring boyfriend he is, devised a plan.

He was going to train you for a week, starting with his fingers and smaller toys, slowly working your way up to taking his cock. And because he begged you so sweetly, you agreed. 

Worst mistake of your life.

“Come on baby, you can take it.”, he shoves another finger into you. You cry out.

“Shhh. Come on, be good for me and take it. I know you can.”, he gently rubs your inner thigh to calm you down. It only riles you up more.

“Can’t take it. Too much.”, you whine out, clearly overstimulated. 

“I know, I know. But you gotta take it. You want to be able to take my cock, right?”

You nod, you so desperately want to take his cock. “Want it. Need it.”, you babble repeatedly.

“Then you can take it, gorgeous.”, he starts moving his fingers a little faster.

You’re in for a long night and a long week. 

Too bad it’s only Monday.

[bruisedboys]

love drunk — miguel o’hara x reader

summary — while miguel deals with a drunk and clingy you, you accidentally let it slip that you love him. requested here

grumpy x sunshine!! spidergirl!reader, no pronouns used but implied fem!reader, grumpy miguel, kind of ditzy reader, drunk reader, established relationship, first ‘I love you’ trope, miguel being lovesick, fluff. so much fluff

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implied fem!reader 1.3k words

Miguel thinks he should never let you drink again in your whole life.

“Y/N,” he says through gritted teeth, irritated now. Actually, he was irritated ten minutes ago but was doing a better job at hiding it. “Come on. Get off me.”

You’re dead weight in his lap. He wouldn’t mind, he likes when you sit on him like this, only you’re in the middle of the bar and there are at least five Peter’s looking his way and smirking, and he can see Hobie Brown laughing at him behind his hand across the room.

“Whyyyyy?” You drawl, your lips slow and your tongue slower. You paw at his chest and give him a glare that’s about as menacing as a puppy. “You’re so mean.”

Miguel sighs heavily. He picks up his hands where they’d been hovering at your sides, unsure whether he should touch you or not when you’re like this, and gets a good grip on your hips.

“C’mon, get up,” he says. He lifts you off his lap with ease, fingers curling around your hips, and deposits you in the booth seat next to him.

To Miguel’s surprise, you don’t flop into his side or try to climb back onto him like he thought you would. Where seconds ago you were like a rag doll, you sit rigid straight.

“What?” He asks you, genuinely confused.

“Sorry,” you say quietly, frowning to yourself. “I didn’t mean that. You’re not mean.”

Miguel blinks at you. “Oh. No, that’s not why I made you get off, sweetheart. I know you don’t actually think I’m mean.”

Slowly, you brighten up like a wind up toy, springing back to life in slow motion with a big smile painting itself across your mouth, all teeth. “Oh, okay. Can I get back on you now?”

Miguel actually laughs. He’s very tempted to say yes, you can sit in his lap as long as you like. He doesn’t, mostly because you’re very obviously past your limit and you need a bed and some water. Neither of which he can get you here.

“You’re funny, cariño,” he tells you, chucking you under the chin with his knuckles. You beam up at him, eyes squinting so much they’re half closed. He indulges himself in a squeezing of your cheek before breaking the news, “No, you can’t get back on me—“ Your face falls, “—But I can take you to bed?”

Your smile comes back so quick it’s alarming, and you nod vehemently. “Yeah, please.”

Miguel manages to get you out of the Spider-Bar (nicknamed by one of the Peter’s, he can’t remember which but Miguel refuses to call it that. It’s just a section off the second floor of Headquarters where Spider-people migrate to drink.) without you tripping over your own feet. He’s discovering you’re a very clumsy, clingy drunk. That, and you really can’t hold your liquor. He’s only had a little less than you and he feels completely fine. Other than the burning in his chest, though he’s pretty sure that has more to do with you and your presence than the alcohol.

He gets you into an elevator and holds you up when you slouch into his side. His arm around your hip and both of your hands clinging like vines to his free arm, tight enough to ache but he can’t bring himself to ask you to loosen your grip a little. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy your apparent desperation to stick to him like glue.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. A gaggle of Spider-Women wait on the other side, Jess among them. The younger girls giggle amongst themselves when they see the predicament they’ve caught their haughty boss in.

“Hey, Miguel,” Jess drawls as she sidles past him, Miguel practically dragging you out of the elevator now and out of the way of the girls. “Hey, Y/N.” She grins at your inebriated state, then looks to Miguel, “Early night?”

It’s almost midnight. Miguel can’t tell if she’s teasing or not. She probably is. “Yeah.”

“Miguel’s taking me to bed,” you pipe up, a lustful tone to your sticky, slurry voice that Miguel winces at. He hadn’t meant it like that. Clearly, your drunk mind had taken it that way. He’ll be sure to set the record straight once you’re safe and alone in his room.

Jess laughs loud. “Right. Well, have fun with that.”

She’s still laughing as the elevator doors slide shut. Miguel sighs. He’s not gonna hear the end of that for at least a week. You tug on his arm and smile up at him sweetly, and he forgets all about it.

“What is it, cariño?” He hums.

“Can you carry me? My feet are sore.”

Miguel indulges you. Partly because you’d asked and he’s yet again been tasked with the challenge of saying no to you (which he fails at every time), and partly because you’re slowing him down and he really wants to get to his room before he meets anyone else. He scoops you up easily, one arm hooked beneath your thighs and the other under your back. You giggle dazedly and hook your arms around his neck tight enough that it’d hurt anyone but Miguel, burying your face in his neck, your flyaway hair tickling his skin.

By the time he gets you to his room you’re half asleep in his arms. He’d let you sleep but your suit is constricting. He deposits you on the bed in the dark and switches on the lamp. He only manages to turn on his heels before you’re grabbing his arm, warm hand wrapping around his wrist with a clumsy desperation.

“Don’t go,” you murmur, eyes half closed.

Miguel pries your hand away gently. “I’m not going anywhere. Just getting your pyjamas.”

You allow it but you make a grab for him as soon as he’s back, hands warm at his waist. He stands in front of you and undresses you out of your spidersuit, then redresses you into the pyjamas you keep in his room. You keep quiet other than the occasional hiccup and despite your amorous comment earlier you don’t try anything, even when you’re completely bare-chested and Miguel is standing over you. While he pulls your shirt over you head, your hands find his hips and grip them like somebody’s trying to take him away from you.

He gives you a glass of water which you skull back like you’re about to die of thirst. He refills the glass and when he comes back you’ve turned the light off and buried yourself under the covers. He thinks you’re asleep until he goes to put the glass on the bedside table and your hand sneaks out of the sheets, reaching for him.

“Miguel…” you murmur, fingers brushing his abdomen. You tilt your head up towards him, searching for him in the dark.

“You okay?” He asks, concerned you’re not feeling well. He hopes you’re not the kind of drunk who throws up everything they drank. Though he can’t say he’d mind looking after you even if you were.

“I’m fine,” you say softly. It’s dark and he can barely see your face but he hears your next words just fine. “Thank you for looking after me … I love you.”

Miguel is so shocked he almost drops the glass of water he’s holding. Sure, he knew you had feelings for him. He knew you care for him about as much as he does for you, which is an inordinate amount. To hear you say it is different. His fondness for you multiplies by about a million and the chasm in his chest feels, not for the first time since he met you, a little bit smaller.

He knows you probably won’t remember it in the morning, but it’s been said and his chest is aflame. He sets the cup down and then crouches next to your lovely, tired face, and cups your cheek. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, and then your lips. Your eyelashes flutter as your eyes fall shut and you smile.

Miguel waits til he’s sure you’re asleep to say it back — vulnerability’s never really been his strong suit. He tucks hair away from your face, feeling a bit drunk himself. Just not from anything he drank. “I love you too, mi amor.”

[messylustt]

Ok I absolutely love the way you write-

Imagine you decide to go back to school but like online classes and Miguel would have you cock warming him. And immediately after you hit that ‘end zoom’ or ‘leave classroom video’ he’s absolutely plowing into you like a animal in heat-

distracted in class — miguel o’hara ( nsfw ). i cant do this anymore — thank you so much, my loveee.

your lips are pressed tightly together, as you pretend to nod along to what the teacher is saying. something about the economy? you aren’t sure because all you can focus on is miguel’s cock buried deep inside you. your breathing is stuttering as you try not to move your hips. god, you just wanted to move. either up and down or completely off. because cock warming him like this was too much for your poor brain to train into the lesson on your computer.

you were on miguel’s thighs, the angle of the computer cutting him off, so all appeared innocent. miguel’s mouth was twitching in a snarl to move, because god did he want to just fuck you silly. your warm little hole kept clenching around him, making his grip on your hips tighten to the point of claw marks. “come on…cariño…let me move…i need to fucking move.” his low desperate tone was right by your ear.

“i — i have to focus.” you blink a few times too many, praying the teacher won’t ask you a question. “i cant…dios…i cant.” miguel’s hips had begun to try and move up into you. but with your weight atop of him you managed to not reciprocate. “i need to fuck you, y/n.” then finally you can see the lesson wrapping up, as other collage students dropped off the line. and as your hand shifted to tap the ‘end call’ button, miguel’s grip tightened.

“stay fucking still now...” miguel growled out as he thrusted up into your dripping cunt, making a small mewl escape you.

“yeah…that’s it…gonna fuck this pretty little hole that you’ve kept me from feeling…sliding up and down my cock—carajo.” his thrusts are animalistic and feverish, as groans leave him, his hands spreading your thighs further apart as his claws dig into your flesh. his hips movements are making you slightly bounce up and down on his dick.

“you have no idea what that just did to me…” his words are harsh, as he kept you at his mercy. “hours…of being in your pussy and I couldn’t even move…that’s not gonna happen again.” obscene sounds are filling the room, as your hips meet his — still on his lap. his teeth are by your ear as he nips at the skin. “no…next time if I want to be inside you — moving — i will be…and I don’t care if you need to focus, cariño…you just gotta be good and let me move you along my cock…”

“it’s study…i…i have to pay attention.” you manage as your legs shake. “that’s okay…” he coos. “you can be my dumb little slut…actually I’d like that…” he’s breathing harder as his cock twitches. “you can stay my dumb little pet, whose pretty head is filled with me and only me as you let me feel this hole for as long…as I please.”

© messylustt.tumblr please don’t steal, copy or translate my work onto other platforms.

[inkdrinkerworld]

yes!!! miguel is so into dumbification!!! can we get a hc for that? i feel like he goes all crazy when you cry, like starts laughing and going faster! <33 tyty

you ofc can!!! 18+only MDNI cw: smut, dumbification, creampie, p in v penetration

miguel knows it’s mean, knows he’s messing with your head but you just look so fucking pretty like this that he can’t bring himself to feel bad.

your legs are on his shoulders, hands gripping the sheets as he leans down and fucks into you.

you gasp, eyes rolling back as you feel him move deeper. it should be illegal for anyone to fuck this good.

he’s already pulled four orgasms from you and you’re sure he’s going to try to pull more but you can’t fight it- it feels too good.

“miguel,” you groan, hands tugging the sheets as the man above you rolls his hips.

“qué amor?” he murmurs, sweat dribbling down his chest. when you don’t answer he rolls your clit and you scream making him laugh.

“please,” you beg and he smirks.

“please what? you know you have to use your words, princesa.” you can’t and he knows it, the extent of your vocabulary right now is his name and pleads.

his hips keep moving and the head of his cock keeps spearing against your cervix and you can’t think. not when his thumb continues rolling your clit.

your hands move from the sheets to his chest, nails digging into his skin as he speeds up.

“fuck,” you cry, body shaking as your fifth orgasm crests.

“you can take it baby,” miguel licks your neck, biting the tender skin there as he feels your cunt clench faster. “just let go for me.”

tears stream down your face as you come, hiccuping when miguel starts chasing his own release.

“look at you,” his hand reaches your face, thumb whisking away your tears. “feels good doesn’t it?” he’s mocking you now, but you can’t tell the difference so you nod anyway.

miguel chuckles a little just before he fills you up. his hand brushes away your hair, lips finding yours and then your cheek.

“you okay?” he whispers, hands stroking your thighs as he puts them down on the bed.

“yeah,” your voice is airy, eyes unfocused as you look at him. “need a minute.” you admit and he smiles, kissing your nose before flipping you both over.

“sorry,” he coos at your whimper, stroking your back to help you relax on top of him.

[runa-falls]

Begging on my knees for a Miguel giving oral blurb 😭 I know this man EATS

small blurb:

cw: smut (18+), oral (f), slight somnophilia, miguel's morning voice 🫠

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it's hot, too hot to stay asleep, but it's cozy and you don't want to wake up. you're barely skimming the surface of consciousness. you brain is bleary with sleep and your eyes refuse to open until you're eventually forced out of bed.

the morning sun shines through the blinds, warming the bedroom as your head sinks further into a fluffy pillow. it feels so good, insanely good, in face, pleasure ripples up your spine and your body suddenly aches to squeeze your thighs together.

but you can't.

hot wetness flicks softly against you cunt and you attempt to close your legs again. again, you can't. broad shoulders and large warm hands keep them apart, positioning them exactly where they want them to be.

you're dripping, you can feel it, it's all over your cunt, your thighs, his face. he sucks you in, silky tongue laving lazily against your hole. it's a lot, it's too much, it's not enough.

a low moan vibrates against your clit, deep and inviting, and your eyes immediately open up, staring at the bland beige of the ceiling.

"g'morning, cariño." the words are softly spoken against your cunt. his voice is raspy, still heavy from sleep, but his mouth is not tired, it's eager. you're already panting, thighs aching from how they're pushed up and apart so he can bury his face in your heat.

"m-morning, migu--ahh!"

he cuts you off by suckling your clit into his warm mouth, tongue flicking at the sensitive nub every so often. he hums as your fingers thread into his hair and start to pull. he knows all your weak spots and he loves it when you lose control.

you groan as two fingers easily slip into you.

"cum for me, mi vida..."

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rougher version ??

[kissitbttr]

holup— ima need a moment with my thoughts 🥵🥵 miguel sending reader’s ex a photo mid-sex is so petty and so him!! he would follow up with a video of himself giving you back shots (he’ll hide your face because he’s a gentlemen (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)), flip the camera around to show his face with a smirk and say “lose her number” because he’s a cocky ass mf

MAAAN you’re onto something anon, cuz a waterfall just breaks down in between my legs🤤🤤

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“hmm, you like that huh, baby?”

his lips pulls into a lazy smirk, heavy panting as he pounds you from behind. both of his hands gripping onto your hips, talons digging slightly into the skin giving you the perfect pain of pleasure,

“yes papi—fuck yes” you mewl, mouth slightly wide open as you release another moan that makes his cock twitch. “i love how deep you get inside me”

he exhales a dark chuckle as he pounds faster, “sé que te gusta. dirty, dirty fucking girl.” then he leans slightly to whisper on your ear. “only for me, hm?”

you nod, biting down onto your lower lip as you’re running out of things to say. your brain tends to fogged when you have his cock deep inside your cunt, but you wouldn’t have it any other way,

as he about to fist your hair up, he hears a ‘ding’ coming from your phone. his brows furrowed curiously, because who the fuck is hitting up your phone at this hour? couldn’t be someone from work,

“who’s that?” he asks breathlessly as he watches you pull your head back before grabbing your phone and check,

“aw fuck”

“what?” he asks again, hearing you groan. “who is it?”

“remember Jonathan?” you ask as you look over your shoulder at him

oh man, he does not need to be told twice.

his expression then slowly formed into anger and annoyance, grunting in disgust as he snatches your phone,

“i’ll teach him a fucking lesson” he says through gritted teeth, hips snapping back into yours as he continues to thrust even faster,

miguel unlocks your phone, pressing the camera before he starts to take a video of your backside. the sound of your dirty moans are filling the room as he plunges deeper, his other hand coming to give your ass a smack.

the word ‘papi’ and ‘miguel’ keeps falling off your lips like a prayer, and it just feeds his ego even more. because he knows that Jonathan will watch this video and learns that you don’t belong to that sorry excuse of a man anymore.

no. you belong to him.

“tell me, baby” he adjusts the camera to the back of your head, making sure that your face isn’t in it. “who’s pussy is this?”

“yours” you say without any hesitation, knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets far too hard. “and no one else’s”

“good girl” he then flips the camera to show his face. his expression is dead serious, eyes locked into the screen as if he’s staring Jonathan in person. and for the icing on a cake, his fangs make a tiny bit appearance just to creep him off.

“lose her number, tú hijo de puta. or i’ll kill you” with that he sends it to your ex, throwing your phone to the side. “now he fucking knows to not text you anymore ”

hearing that makes you flush as you giggle. miguel’s hand slowly glide down against you back and pressing you onto the mattress so he can lay his body down completely on top. “my woman” he whispers lowly into your ear,

“hm, maybe next time if he does it again, you should take a picture of me sucking your cock, right papi?” you suggest with a sly smirk,

he groans at that, his hand coming up to choke you as the other supporting his weight beside your torso.

“ay, that’s why you’re my everything, mami”

[obxsprincess]

₊˚⊹♡ the orange peel trend with miguel

miguel would peel the orange. just cus’ you made the simplest of tasks a struggle

”acrylics don’t-“ you knawed at the bruised thing “fucking peel oranges migs!” you just resorted to stabbing it repeatably with your vampire-length pink nails, fake pouting when it stained them in the orange juice

n they were a new set too !

like the sassy asshole he just rubs his temples, huffing a deep breath before yanking it from your hands “Dios mío, Mi vida”

he full on bites it. shaking his head as you hold in your laugh, trying to hide the tug on his lips.

your grumpy boyfriend peeling your nail-bruised orange. not even bothered as he rips of the peels, you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, swooning as you admired your handsome man

n god, migs was so good with his mouth-

“stop getting those long ass things too, ya’ gonna scratch someone”

you bit your lip cheekily as if he could read your thoughts, handing you your peeled (but stabbed) orange with an amused chuckle you were convinced he could

no, but he knew what your batting eyelashes meant

“like I do to your back migs-“

“eat your orange, amor” you knew he turned away just to hide the annoyed smile on his lips.

“my back can handle it.”

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Thinking about Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who had the largest smirk on his face when he watched your new boy toy and you leave the pool party, already knowing the awkward tension between you both will only escalate once you're both alone.

Baby daddy!Miguel who purposely goes out of his way to start dropping you a bagel and coffee at your place of work when it’s your weeks with gabi, saying it was on the way to work and how he remembered how you once made an offhand comment about how you never have time for breakfast before dropping off your daughter at school or at summer soccer camp before going to work.

Baby daddy!Miguel started to call you your nickname he had given you during college. First time dropping it casually during a swap, trying to garner your reaction, which was nothing more than a small laugh and a curious head tilt.

Baby daddy!Miguel who (after a few beers with Peter) finally realizes why he’s been oddly territorial over you as of recently. Before a new guy entered the picture, it was as if you two never stopped being together, sure there weren’t any kissing or hand holding, but when it was just you three, it felt like being a part of the family you were a part of pre-splitting up. You and Miguel weren’t like his parents, there was no toxicity or bad blood between you both, just two people who grew apart.

And now, he was drunk, crying on Peter’s shoulder while his friend rubbed his back to soothe him, coming to the realization that he’ll always love you. Because you’ve never given him a reason not to.

Baby daddy!Miguel who is now on your doorstep after dropping your daughter off at soccer camp. A bouquet of flowers hiding behind his back, wearing a white button up, with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black slacks and dress shoes. Taking a shaky breath before knocking, feeling dejau hit him, catching himself in the same position 12 years ago when he first came to your dorm to ask you out.

Baby daddy!Miguel whose whole world came crashing down when the same guy from the carne asada opened the door instead of you, shirtless. With messy hair and sweatpants that we’re hanging low enough for Miguel to realize what had just transpired in your place moments ago.

Baby daddy!Miguel, whose heart shattered when you reintroduced him as your boyfriend.

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Shaky hands, a thin layer of sweat, dry mouth, if Miguel didn’t know better, he would have thought he was sick. His left hand held the boutique behind him while the other fidgeted with the small excess flap of his belt, only to place the hand in his pocket when he heard the sound of muffled steps approaching the door. Clearing his throat as the door let out a faint click sound before opening.

Miguel had to drip hard on the thorny stems so he didn’t drop them out of shock. He tried his best to keep a calm expression on his face. But it seems his poker face wasn’t good enough, because the smirk your boy toy had on his face as he leaned against the door said it all. Despite being shorter than Miguel, he was acting as if he was on top of the world. Miguel blinked out of his trance when he heard your voice say a faint “who is it?” from the next room before you appeared next to him. If the sight of the man next to you wasn’t enough for Miguel, yours certainly sent him on a downwards spiral.

You were in shorts and his shirt.

“Oh Miguel! Hey, you remember Henry, my boyfriend.”

Boyfriend?

“Yeah.” He mumbled with a head nod, to which Henry returned as he crossed his arms.

Fuck.

“Um-sorry, Gabriella said she forgot her good pair of soccer shoes.” Miguel managed to say after clearing his throat, not wanting to make a fool of himself anymore then he probably already had.

To be fair, she did forget them.

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Part 3<

Part 5<

Not proofread.

Word count: 600

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[luvrxbunny]

ITS A SURVIVAL RESPONSE??? WHAT DOES IT THINK WERE TRYNNA SURVIVE ☠️☠️

RIGHT????

but this got me thinking..

so let’s say miguel is an anti hero that’s more on the anti side and he’s not planning on doing anything to her but there’s a certain thrill he gets from slightly tormenting this pretty girl on her walk home.

he makes sure not to be super stealthy to let her know she’s being followed, but stealthy enough for her to not be able to actually see who’s following her.

eventually in a panic she corners herself in an alleyway and miguel decides to make himself known. he uses the shadows as a mask for his face let’s his form hulk over yours.

fear floods your body as he slowly rises over you and he smells you just completely saturate the air with your scent. it’s overpowering all his senses and he freezes.

you’re cowering in front of him, too scared to meet his eyes but then you hear a dull thud. you bring your gaze up to see him on his knees, his face looking up at you in a way that holds you. you can’t look away. your heart races faster as you keep eye contact and he huffs out a sad breath. for a moment you try to decipher what it means, it sounds sad, almost desperate in a way. but then you snap out of it.

this guys been following you for nights on end. you slowly walk around him, his eyes follow you and eventually his head as you walk to his side. he gives up following you once you get over his shoulder, his head falling forward so his chin meets his chest. you pause for a moment, shocked at how easily he gave up.

you can see his broad back heaving with his panting breaths and you examine him for a moment. you take in his large form, your eyes raking over him quickly before you make your escape.

miguel is left in the alley, immobilized by the sweetness of your scent, his cock throbbing in his suit and desperate to follow you again.

guys i think i talk too much 🤪

[luxbub]

pussy drunk nerd!miguel

+18 minors DNI

a/n this is kinda rushed cause i wrote it in like five minutes and im too lazy to edit it, also not proofread!

nerd!miguel who couldn’t get enough of your taste once he ate out your pussy

nerd!miguel with who things started when you manipulated him into agreeing to do your homework in exchange for a blowjob

nerd!miguel who’s dick turned out bigger than you thought possible, he could barely fit into your mouth

nerd!miguel who begged you to let him do more of your homework and continue on with your deal

nerd!miguel who broke the scale for coming the most times in one night once you allowed him to fuck your ‘tight’ pussy

nerd!miguel who’s next goal was eating you out, and once he achieved that goal everything became on background for him

nerd!miguel who could only think about you and your cunt. He was in class trying to listen to the professor, but instead thinking about how good your pussy tastes. He was showering, thinking about your pussy. Suddenly once he got a taste that was all he could think about, every hour, every minute, every second.

nerd!miguel who was obsessed with your cunt

nerd!miguel who’s head you had to pry out of between your thighs from the overstimulating pain his magical tongue was causing you