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iminloveweveryone · 13 days

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ex-boyfriend simon riley making you admit you still love him if you wanna cum <3

he can be such a jerk sometimes! calling you up one evening, claiming he was just wanting to check in on you and how you know how overbearing protective he can be sometimes, acting surprised when you snapped at him barely after his greeting.

“what has you so frustrated, hm, dove?… christ, can practically feel you seethin’ through the screen.”

you bit your tongue and gave him the truth over the phone; how he shouldn’t be calling you without warning like this considering you’ve broken up, and it’s inappropriate to be labeling you those sweet pet names you unfortunately and unknowingly still adore deep down.

how you don’t appreciate his abrasive bluntness, then again, he should know very well that you never have liked that part about him.

you told him the truth, though you couldn’t be entirely honest with him, in the sense of how fucking needy you’ve become with his absence. for touch and care, proximity and security, and all that.

but you are over him, undoubtedly, and you let him know that.

“yeah, baby, whatever you say…

…bet you rub that little cunt raw every night thinkin’ve me.”

and that shut you up quick.

he hummed in understanding, like your silence was readable.

“poor girl prob’ly hasn’t had any proper attention since i’ve been gone… shame such a pretty thing has to be so neglected, eh?”

butterflies invaded your tummy at the compliment, and you cursed yourself for your hasty, blind acceptance of it. but you can't blame yourself; what girl wouldn’t at least begin to crumble at that voice?

“i’m right, yeah?” he taunted, and it almost made you sick when you caught yourself rubbing your thighs together at his meanness.

“c’mon, sweetheart… you know you can be honest wi’ me.”

and god, was his cocky tone so infuriating; you wanted to reach through the phone and slap his smug face straight for overstepping your relationship’s boundaries so blatantly, and with such a deeply rooted nonchalance in his voice that always had you heated and wet.

“say the word, ‘nd i’ll come over and fuck you right now.”

…which is why you had eventually asked him oh, so nicely:

“please..?”

you could practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face, followed by the faint noises of boots hitting hardwood floor and then the clicking of a door’s lock, the obnoxious ringing of keys clanging together.

“just give me ten minutes, doll.”

and now, as he bullies and buries his cock deep in your warm cunt, reaching all those sweet spots you or another man could never even come close to, you can’t really think much of his misbehavior.

truthfully, you can’t think much of anything at all, at the moment.

he had teased you prior to finally managing his way inside you, for god knows how long. his mouth, his fingers, his cockhead; all had brought you to the edge rather quickly, over and over after each other, but he was yet to give you that final push.

he puts his full body’s weight on you, strong pecs pressed up against your heaving, sensitive tits, and his stubble tickling your neck unceasingly. you can’t stop squirming and writhing beneath him, and his hot groans right up against your skin aren’t helping, either.

it’s always been a feat taking his cock, being crammed in your precious cunt almost every night when you two were together, but now it’s been weeks, and you nearly forgot just how big he was.

you missed it, admittedly. all of it; the veins and ridges, the unforgiving stretch. the slight twinge of pain he always hushed with his fingertips pressing your swollen, little clit, or a calloused thumb shoved between your puffy lips to suck on and drool over to distract yourself.

you missed his stamina, his libido. most striking of all, his selflessness in the entire act. he’s a soldier, he serves you right. most times.

“fuckin’ christ, sweetheart… missed this tight, messy thing wrapped ‘round my cock… practically stranglin’ me ‘n with no remorse, eh?”

shit, and you missed his dirty talk most of all.

“gonna fill this pretty, little pussy… keep ‘er happy all night, make up for lost time with my girl.” he wraps his hand gently around your jaw, making your eyes meet his. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you nod frantically, swallow as best you can, before sucking in a breath. “yeah— yes, please, si… i-i want it really bad… please.”

he kisses your lips with a smile, and then all over the side of your face, up to your forehead. he just can’t seem to stop kissing you.

“tell me, sweetheart. y’wanna cum, too?”

“i do, si—! i really, really do- fuck, please?” you beg and beg, and as much as it turns him on, digs at his heart to just give in, he sticks to his guns and merely adds:

“then say the words, pretty girl,” he coos, making you whimper in frustration. “that’s it, y’know what i wanna hear.”

you huff a whine in response, albeit your breath is strangled when he doesn’t halt his movements for even a second.

you really, really don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

he’s nearly panting himself, big chest and even bigger shoulders rolling upwards with every thrust. “y’ain’t cummin’ til i hear you say it, baby. c’mon, now. jus' admit it, that you still love me.”

he buries his cock to the very hilt, taking your slackened jaw tighter in his hand as he watches your eyes grow even hazier from his pelvis rubbing up against your vulnerable, needy clit. the stern look he gives you tells you he's serious about his last statement, but you'll later swear you sensed a bit of sadness, even despair in his expression.

“i love—” you choke on your own breath, desperate to sputter out the words. “i love you, si…”

and he practically has hearts in his eyes. “you mean it?”

“yes—! yes i do, i promise i still love you, please,” you spill, sounding closer to a temper tantrum than anything. “just lemme cum, please, si… really need it, please, i-i’ve been good...”

he hums lowly, contented, satisfied for once. as if those three words themselves — i love you — are the ones actually stroking his fucking cock. his ego maybe, you’d think, but jesus.

if you knew just how badly off he was beforehand, you never would’ve let him get this cocky and in control.

“love you too, sweetheart.” he kisses your puffed out lips, wipes a tear you hadn’t even noticed was trickling down your cheekbone. “always been my good, patient girl, haven’t ya?”

you nod once more, pinched brows and bleary eyes doubling in severity at his soft tone. simon praising you and being so, so uncharacteristically sweet has always made you fawn after more, even now. especially now.

“tha’s right, baby, you’re my good girl… now do me a favor and cum on my cock for me, yeah? lemme feel every last bit of ya.”

he ultimately resumes moving inside you, and it makes you wonder when he ever even stopped. your brain shuts off when he snakes a hand between your bodies, smoothing over your tummy before his middle and ring fingers quickly find your tortured, little bud. pressing hard, making you writhe with oversensitivity.

he works you over the edge diligently, and embarrassingly fast on your part, taking into account just how long he had edged you for. the sight and sweet noises you make are a dream; a reality he awfully missed, and something no other girl could compete with.

"that's it... easy, sweetheart," he coos softly.

he gives you a moment to come down from your high, softly palming your throbbing cunt to assist in grounding you, but you're barely able to finish catching your breath before he's doing it all over again! resuming flicking at your clit, rubbing you harshly and overstimming you enough to make you fruitlessly jolt and cry out beneath him.

he frowns down at you, damn-near condescending. "again, for me?"

you twitch and moan relentlessly as he gradually coaxes another orgasm from your tuckered body, his cockhead hitting that part deep enough inside you to make you see stars, his hard abdomen pressed against your tummy making the pressure of it all skyrocket tenfold.

the sensation of you finishing around his length once more has him barreling into his own orgasm, and soon fucking his pent up cum deep into your cunt with a few hard thrusts and a grumbled, broken groan right at your temple.

endless praises spill from his lips as everything becomes a blur for you; from the moment he's pulling out of your used cunt—crawling down and giving it and your pretty tits a couple sloppy kisses before briskly redressing himself—to being coddled in bed and squished between his muscular arms and torso.

he holds you so close to him that it makes you wonder why, or even how you could ever turn your back to it. he truly makes you feel like a spoiled doll in this sort of space. a doll with shaky legs, ruined makeup, and half a conscious.

"remind me why we broke up again?" he chimes.

you groan aloud, burying your face somehow further in his chest. "shut up, simon."

he laughs softly, pestering you with even more quick kisses, one after another to the crown of your skull. large hands rubbing up and down your back, moving to knead at your ass and thighs for a short moment. he just loves touching you so much.

“c’mon, pretty girl. let’s go get you cleaned up,” he mutters with an exhale. "how's a hot bath sound?"

you have no time to interject, other than a displeased pout and shake of your head, before you’re being hoisted up on your wobbly legs, then swept up and carried to your restroom when you couldn’t even make it three steps before your knees began to buckle on you.

you’re dizzy, utterly dazed and half asleep as he bathes you. making sure you don’t lift a finger as he works, treating you as nothing less than a princess. your loosened muscles somehow melt even more with his precise touch and strength, and you remember just how much you love being turned utterly numb and dependent on him.

you’re pretty sure you fell asleep the moment you were wrapped in a warm towel, pulled into the strong embrace of his meaty arms, but something he said moments beforehand had stuck with you.

“hey,” he whispered, soapy hand turning you to face him. he leaned in and kissed the area between your brows. “i’ll be better this time.”

“you promise?” you mumbled. your head fell atop your knees, arms wrapped around your legs and keeping them close to your body.

your extended pinky finger made him chuckle a bit, and he quickly looped his own around yours. solidifying his words. “promise.”

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iminloveweveryone · 16 days

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giving bf!rafe a fashion show while cleaning out your closet! ⊹ 𐦍༘.⊹ᥫ᭡

as rafe sat on the floor folding your clothes into piles neatly, one for keeping, for giving away, and for selling, you continued to pull out clothes on hangers to try on and convince rafe you need to keep them.

"and this one?" you walked in front of him to show off the sleeveless white flowy dress you had put on.

"i like that one, makes you look like a mermaid" he mumbles the last part with a slight smirk and you smile, satisfied, you pull out another outfit to show him. as you are putting the clothes on you hear a loud thump and you rush to to peek your head out to see what had happened.

"whadd'ia need all these shoes for!?" he huffs, holding a few boxes of expensive shoes, the rest scattered on the floor.

"careful! they go with different outfits...it's important! besides you've bought me at least half'ov these..." you bend down to start to pick up the fallen shoes.

"thats because you always tell me 'you have like no shoes'!!" he sasses and just then a pair of white manolo's falls from the pile in his arms.

"that's designer!! rafe baby put that down!" you squeal and run to grab clean towels to lay the shoes down on.

"that's a little much don't ya think?" he shakes his head watching you place the shoes on the towels. "you don't need all of these, you've gotta downsize, i say this all the time..." he helps you place the rest of the heels on the towels.

"fine...the little brown bebe heels and the candies wedges can go." you sigh and place your hands on your hips.

"atta girl, and what's that?" he says pointing to the outfit you were now wearing.

"its a shirt!" you smile and do a little pose.

"it looks like ya've had that since like the 6th grade!" he shakes his head "you lift your arms up, your tits are gonna pop out...nope, no way. that goes in the give away pile."

“nooo no! i love this one, its cute….its like a baby tee!” you pout.

“yeah as in made for babies.” he rolls his eyes and manhandles you, getting your arms up so he can take it off you.

“well can i at least save it, for our babies?” you say as he tosses the shirt into the give away pile.

“i’ll buy our kids whatever when the time comes mkay?” he smirks softly and hands you another shirt to put on in the meantime, then he freezes.

“what the fuck is that.” he points and then walks over to lift up the iridescent cheep fabric on the floor that was on top of the keep pile.

“its a sexy costume!" you smile innocently

"and where do you plan to wear this?" he holds it up against you almost to imagine what it would look like on.

"here i'll put it on..." you snatch it from him and go into the bathroom to change. "close your eyeeees!" you coo excitedly from inside the bathroom. rafe sighs and shuts his eyes dramatically as if you could see him.

"ohkay! you can look now." you smile and he opens his eyes to see you in a baby blue and pink sexy princess costume. "i'm a princess!" you smile sweetly and do a little turn.

"look at you baby, you are a princess...look so fucking hot in that." he whispers and runs his hands through his hair in shock and awe. "com'ere" he pulls you closer to him so he can inspect further. you continue to smile and look up at him through your lashes. "the skirt is detachable...comes off." you whisper, showing him how the little ribbons become loose.

"yeah? do the princess panties come off too?" he says picking you up and throwing you on the bed, attacking you with little wet kisses as you squeal and giggle. cleaning and sorting clothes left forgotten. ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

(swoon)

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iminloveweveryone · 22 days

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LOVEIT

Would you ever do a part 2 to sweetheart reader and rafe’s breakup? I wanna see how they get back together 🥰

it had been about three months, since rafe had let you go, his oh-so doting sweetheart, the apple of his very eye. with the news of rafe cameron no longer having his latin sweetheart under his arm spreading around the island like a rancid wildfire, it didn’t take long for rafe to find himself regretting his decision. but make no mistake, rafe had made it his business to keep a watchful eye on your every move, and making sure to remain undetected while doing so. i mean, at the end of the day, you would always be his sweet girl and what kind of a man would he be, if he didn’t watch over you.

and sure, it took you a few weeks to find your footing as a now single and absolute knockout of a woman, yet you stood your ground — remaining tooth-achingly sweet to everyone who came your way, even when you’d politely reject their shameless advances towards you. and boy, did you make rafe’s sick little heart swell with pride as you made sure to keep a piece of him around you at all times, your gifted tiffany & co tennis bracelet constantly glinting against the north carolina sun with each passing day.

but, you were always such an emotional and overly-sensitive doll — and today just happened to be one of those days where you couldn’t seem to get your papi, rafe out of your pretty little head.

“i just — i want him with me!” you sobbed, streaky and watery black tinged tears rolling down your blush and concealer-enhanced cheeks as you pursed your puffy lips into a tearful pout, “he’s supposed to be mine!” you whined, your swollen tits stretching and heaving against rafe’s prized collegiate t-shirt as you took hiccuping breaths.

you poor cousin, kiara could only take so much of your incessant sobs and heartfelt rambles, until she’d taken the liberty of personally contacting rafe, a task that she wouldn’t even dream of doing, if it were for any person, aside from you, her doting and oh-so lovesick cousin.

you see, today was supposed to be a simple sleepover, the two of you had made it a tradition to spend one night together, where you could catch up on the latest gossip, prance around in nothing but pathetically poor excuses for panties and oversized t-shirts, while pampering each other with messily applied clay face masks and smeared mani-pedis. and sure, kiara missed those cherished moments with you, but she was painfully aware that you had been keeping up a facade since the moment rafe brought you back home. and she had to give you credit for it, you made it a point to keep your cool in public, you didn’t want to be a bother so you maintained your doll-like appearance and poise mannerisms.

yet, she couldn’t ignore the way you cried yourself to sleep at night — the walls that separated your bedrooms were far too thin.

it didn’t take long for rafe to respond to your concerned cousin — and it was crystal clear to him that it was time to bring you back home. the anxious young man had paid his dues, hell, the pain of not having you around was nearly enough to have him cave after the first twenty-four hours of him breaking things off. but, he had to make good on his promise — he had to become a man, not only for you, but for the sake of his own sanity, or what was left of it.

after about fifteen minutes of you struggling to put together a coherent sentence, you rubbed the tip of your button nose, with a defeated sniffle, licking over you dried lips as you wiped your watery bambi eyes with the back of your hand. you had cried yourself to exhaustion, your pretty little head throbbing from your hysterics as you dozed into a light sleep. you were so out of it, you didn’t even realize that kiara had left your bedroom.

rafe was careful with his footsteps as he entered your bedroom, dressed in a crisp button-up and ironed slacks as he sighed at the sight of you sound asleep. his bright blues didn’t miss the streaks of dried tears that clung to your cherub cheeks, your swollen lips slightly parted as crouched at your bedside, a soft smile on his pink lips as he ran a gentle hand over your messy hair.

letting his greed get the best of him, rafe pressed his eager lips to the apple of your cheek, his fingernails lightly scratching at your scalp as he soothingly lulled you out of your sleep, “hi, baby,” he mumbled, loud enough for your doe eyes to widen as your lips pursed into a wobbly pout, warm tears burning at your waterline.

bringing your small hand to knuckle away the troublesome tears that threatened to spill, you let out a needy whimper, “m-missed you,” you mewled, wispy lashes now clumpy with tears.

“hey-hey, c’mon mama, please don’t start cryin’,” rafe breathes out, pulling your hands away from your flushed face as the two of you finally lock eyes for the first time in months, “fuck — m’so sorry, my princess,” rafe sighs, each and every ounce of his resolve dissipating as he brings your knuckles to his lips, peppering soft kisses to the bony skin.

biting down into the fat of your bottom lip, you leaned up towards rafe, nudging his nose with yours, “can we go home,” you mutter, allowing your palms to cradle both sides of rafe’s chiseled face as his hold on your fists drop to your wrists, “w-we can talk about everything later, i just- i just missed you, papi,” you assure rafe, a soft smile tugging on your lips as he raises his glazed eyes to meet yours.

“yes, baby, we can go home,” rafe’s shoulders soften, his forehead leaning flushed against yours as he lets out a shaky breath, “i kept my promise, baby — i kept my promise,” he speaks, more so to himself than to you as you nod at his words.

rafe deserved to be heard, and you’d always be a listening ear for him.

“i stopped using, a-and i got that boat y’liked so much, i got it just for you, mama — gonna take you wherever y’wanna go,” rafe rambles, leaving you a smiley mess as you simply gaze into his eyes with nothing, but naive love and adoration, “m’gonna be home more, and i—” rafe continued, getting lost in his own thoughts.

“i love you,” you cut in, a giddy smile now playing on your pretty face as rafe can’t help but blush at your words.

“i love you too, let’s go home,” rafe brings his lips to your forehead, allowing his tired eyes to flutter close as he soaks in the kiss for a moment, taking the time to breathe in your smell.

bringing your legs to hook around his waist, rafe keeps a secure hand over your ass as he carries you out of your bedroom, making sure to send kiara an appreciative nod as the two of you exit the home. it didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep, once you were secure in the passenger seat of rafe’s truck, soft snores leaving your parted lips as your soft cheek remained mushed against rafe’s firm shoulder, your hand securely interlaced with his.

rafe couldn’t ignore the way his eyes kept flickering down to your empty ring finger, his heart swelling at the mere thought of him finally having you all to himself, forever.

and he wouldn’t fuck it up, this time.

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iminloveweveryone · 22 days

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Rafe Cameron comes to you with a idea, a stupid little idea. He wants you to date him, but not for real of course, no rafe cameron doesn’t do ‘real’ relationships. No, the only reason he wants to be involved with you is to get out trouble with his father

He needs a way out of getting shipped off to military school, and who else could make his father believe that he had settled and is staying out of trouble then his adorable little neighbour. Your a sweetheart and everyone knows it!

Your also a bit timid, so when he approached you with this idea, you say no immediately. What if your parents found out? and how would this even benefit you? But Rafe is very convincing and sweet talks you into it.

And when the weekend comes around you find yourself sitting in the cameron’s dining room, with his whole family gathered around the table, reintroducing yourself as his girlfriend and hoping they buy it.

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #outer banks #jj maybank #rafe outer banks #john b routledge

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iminloveweveryone · 1 month

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do u guys have any requests for jj or rafe i lit have no thoughts rn 😭

#outer banks #jjmaybank x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #obx fic

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iminloveweveryone · 2 months

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I loved your SASCommander!König one shot. How do you think he’d react if a girl tried to film him for the “everybody knows I’m a good girl officer” trend?

"Ma'am, I'm here to save you from a bomb threat, not pose for videos...Scheisse, okay, I will join..." It's fun, to see this huge man so awkward. He tries to get himself smaller, so he could fit with you in the camera frame - while one of your friends helps you film the video. He has no fucking idea who Lana Del Rey is, and he is pretty sure he shouldn't know this at his day and age, but he obliges. You look pretty like this, your hips grazing his just for a second before you scoot to the side - and he wanted to stop you, grab your hand and press to you even more. Smiling as you'd laugh shyly. God, you'd look so freaking adorable. You tell him the meaning of the trend, music blasting as he waits for you to get the right filter on. Maybe your friend was helping, maybe you were fidgeting with your tiny tripod - he is patient, already knowing that he would ask for all of your social media accounts before. Technically, a man of his rank shouldn't be in some silly college girl tiktok trend, but he is willing to humor you as long as you'd continue to be as adorable as you are right now. Konig isn't used to pretty girls like you approaching him. Of course, some women were high on adrenaline after getting saved by a man of his stature, but it was never like this. Normal girls are not gushing about giant men in masks who have just assisted them in leaving a maybe-soon-to-blow-up building. Oh no, they usually were much more sane in their desires...then again, you didn't look like a normal girl. You even left him your number - much to his pleasure and the displeasure of his colleagues. Out of any possible, sane, age appropriate options for a girl like you, you just had to pick up their commander. He would'n really pose for the video, but he can move to follow your directions a bit and would even show off some skin, loosening up his gloves. Thankfully, you wouldn't have his face placed everywhere - but you already know that video is going to be extremely popular.

#need this irl!!

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iminloveweveryone · 2 months

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Miguel O’Hara

This is a part two to my first mafia!au Miguel fic, find it here

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Miguel pulled back, still looking smug at your heavy breathing and inability to stand still.

“goodnight sweetheart.” he says, before his usual expression is back on his face. He walks off down the hallway, as you only watch from the door.

you stand frozen for a moment, not sure what to make of the situation.

Eventually you make your way into your apartment, locking up and going to bed with the thought of him still on your mind.

Like he said, he shows up to your work. This time a little earlier and with a grin on his face.

“Your happy” you say to him, a smile playing on your face as you wipe down the counter.

he only nods, pulling out an envelope from his coat and placing it in front of you. “Got something for you.” he leans forward, pushing it closer to you.

You pick up the envelope curiously, inspecting it. “it wont hurt you muñeca.” he teases as you give him a look.

You open up the envelope and read the paper that was placed inside. It was..a job offer?

“Position opened up at my company.” he explains. “It’s an assistants job, nothin’ too difficult.”

He looks over at you expectantly. “well I..” you mumble, a bit unsure. “Promise you it’s better then here.” And he gets to keep an eye on you all day, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

You read over the contract slowly, eyes flicking between the words written down. “would i go for an interview soon or something?” you ask, looking back up to him.

He chuckles for a moment, finding something amusing. “You want it, the jobs yours.” he shrugs. “But..how i mean..they can’t possibly know if i’m qualified.”

“Don’t worry about it, yeah?” he sighs. “Come in monday morning, 7 am.”

And with that he drives you home, wishing you goodnight an expecting to see you in a few days time.

Time passes unexpectedly quick, making you jittery and nervous as you walk down the cold concrete sidewalk.

the fall leaves grace the sidewalk and crunch beneath your new heels. The heels you had worn for this special day.

a excited smile is plastered across your features, as you open the door to the building.

you walk into the lobby, a red head woman sat at the front desk, typing away on her computer.

you walk up to her, placing the envelope he’d given you yesterday on the counter.

“Hello! i’m here for the uh..assistants job” you say with a small smile planted on your face. She looks at you then to the envelope.

She grabs it, inspecting the paper inside before giving a nod and lifting her eyes to meet yours.

“You can go on up hun, top floor.” he says plainly as she slides a key card over to you. you give her a nod and slip the card into your pocket.

You ride the elevator all the way up. The door dings and you step out, examining every inch of the room. you walk in a bit further, the waiting area seems empty.

suddenly a girl pops out, a cheery aura surrounding her. She gives you a smile and walks over.

she introduces herself as lyla and walks you through what you need to know about the job.

soon after she leaves you, so here you sit alone in the office waiting for the boss to show up.

the elevator dings and unexpectedly out steps Miguel, although your happy to see him he looks cold, colder then usual.

“Miguel!” you chirp up, standing and walking over to him. he only gives you a sjde glance before continuing to walk to the office door.

“Oh uh, Miguel i don’t know if you can go in there..the boss is out.” you say, trailing behind him.

he lets out a chuckle, though you don’t think there’s much humor behind it. He opens the door to the office, sliding a key card to unlock it.

He walks in the shuts the door behind him, leaving you a little confused at his actions and mood.

you slowly walk back to your desk, sitting yourself down and going through work when the memory of the first time you’d been in this office pops up.

the man who was bothering you, when Miguel walked in he called him..boss. God how could you not remember, it was so obvious.

how could a man like him not be the boss here, and he’d gotten you a job so quickly, of course.

The rest of the shift passes, leaving only half an hour left. You had only seen Miguel a few times, and each time was similar to the last.

he was almost silent, giving you only short worded answer to any of your questions. And the way he held himself seem different too.

It wasn’t like before, when he so kindly offered to drive you from work everyday. No, now he seemed arrogant, cold and completely uninterested.

You’d wondered if you had upset him, maybe said something wrong or annoyed him in some way.

You’d scrolled through emails and documents, endlessly doing work before something popped up that Miguel actually needed to be informed of.

You dreaded it. Especially since he seemed to be mad right now, or at least pissed off. Regardless, this was now your job.

you wondered if he’d be like this all the time, if working here was one big mistake. Yet you still walk to the large office doors that, file in hand as you prepare yourself to face him.

You knock curtly on the door, waiting for the standard ‘come in’ before entering.

you look around as you do so, plaques covering the shelves and walls. Along with some other more personal items.

“what is it..” he grumbles, not even looking up from his work. You step forward placing the file on his desk.

“They said it was urgent” You point to the small stack of papers that were neatly placed inside. You stand around for a few moments waiting for him to say something more.

“That all?” he asks, reaching for the documents and leaning back. You only nod.

you look down to him, hoping for the sweet man you knew yesterday to re appear.

“Miguel,” you say as he lets out a hum. “Have I..made you mad or something?” you ask cautiously.

“Y/N, i’m busy.” he waves you off not even looking up before going back to his work.

“i know but, i’m just a bit confu-“

“Y/n i said i’m busy, fuck off and bother someone else.” he says harshly slamming the pen he was holding down.

you nod timidly and stare for a moment, unsure what to do.

he says nothing after that, only ignoring you and going back to what he was doing as you awkwardly walk out.

after the uncomfortable shift you find yourself walking home, The dull street lamps barley lighting your path.

A gust of wind passes you by, making you shiver, pulling your light coat tighter. You really needed to get a car..

after walking for a while your apartment building finally comes into view.

you enter your apartment, swinging your coat on a nearby chair and going to your bedroom to put on more comfortable clothes.

After an hour or so of lounging around, reading books and watching tv you decide to turn in, feeling a bit concerned about miguels behaviour keels you up all night, and by the time morning comes you don’t feel or look so good.

You stare in the mirror, tired written all over your face. you move through your morning routine like a sloth and eventually make it out the door. Although his change of attitude threw you off, you still couldn’t afford to lose this job by being late.

The elevator door opens with a ding as you step onto the top floor, where Miguel’s office is located.

Lyla gives you a concerned look as you walk up to her, but says nothing. She hands you a small stack of papers and asks you to bring them too the boss.

you push open the doors and silently walk over to his desk, he looks at you for a quick second before doing a double take.

Your about to walk away as Miguel grabs onto your arm, a worried look written on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asks, earning an eye roll from you. You mumble a quiet ‘mhm’ and try to walk away. To which he stands up.

he walks around the desk swiftly, standing directly in front of you. He reaches out to grab your hands with his own, but you move away quickly.

A disappointed look crosses his face but he leaves it and walks back to his desk, looking like a sad puppy with his tail tucked between his legs.

The day is coming to an end and Miguel’s patience has only gotten thinner, he’s snapping at everyone for anything he can think of.

you hear him barking orders at an assistant just as your packing up, sighing to yourself as you say goodbye to lyla and leave.

you arrived home an hour or so ago, lounging around and putting off making dinner.

that’s when your phone rings, you glance over and see miguel’s contact flash across the screen.

you honestly don’t really feel like talking to him, but he is your boss now so regardless you pick up.

the line is silent for a moment, neither of you saying anything. Then your hear a gruff voice.

“Y/n?” he says to which you stay silent “Y/n, say something please.” you groan internally before answering him.

“Hi miguel..” you say quietly as he sighs in relief. “do you need something?” you ask him.

“yeah i..” he pauses “i’m sorry muñeca, you know i never meant to treat you like that. That was..” he trails off as you cut his sentence short.

“why did you hire me? you had no reason too and you clearly don’t like me very much..” you mumble to the phone.

“what? sweetheart of course i like you, I’m..Im sorry, Somethin’ happened and m’no good at telling people i trust bout that sort of thing.”

you stay silent.

“please let me make it up to you, i’ll take you for dinner and we can talk bout it, how’s that’s sound huh?” he sighs “i want to spend more time with you and..and i for sure fucked up so please, let make it up.”

you smile a little at how persistent he is, and your sure he can hear it as you speak. “okay, fine” he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you sweetheart, i’ll see you tomorrow at work, alright?” he clicks his tongue “And call me if ya need anything.”

you say yours goodbyes and hang up the phone

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this was in my drafts for so long and i just wanted to put it out so here you goo!

#atsv miguel

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MASTERLIST

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Miguel O’Hara

SERIES

Part one

Part two

SHORT STORIES

Miguel x female anomaly reader (Smut warning)

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

SHORT STORIES

cold, Grumpy simon x reader (Smut warning)

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JJ Maybank

DRABBLES

Best friend JJ (smut warning)

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Rafe Cameron

DRABBLES

Fake dating Rafe Cameron

Credit to @saradika for the dividers!

#mafia!au miguel #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara x reader #spiderman 2099 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #jjmaybank x reader #jj maybank #outer banks #masterlist #across the spiderverse #cinammonwrites

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iminloveweveryone · 2 months

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jj and rafe may be polar opposites but i stand by the fact that they are both unreleased lana coded

#so true #rafe cameron

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iminloveweveryone · 2 months

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Bestfrjendjj would go down on you, but just as friends

Bsfjj who cuddles you when the guy you went on a date with doesn’t call you back

Bsfjj who threatened the guy you went on a date with

Bsfjj who fucks you to help you forgot about any other guy

Bsfjj who’s always grabbing your waist and moving you himself when he needs to get past you

Bsfjj who calls you mama just out of habit

Bsfjj who says things like “you like that mama?” when he buys you something, but it secretly turns you on

Bsfjj who will drive you anywhere you need, as long as he gets a kiss as payment.

Bsfjj who would leave a party early for you if your drunk or even just too tired

Bsfjj who acts like your boyfriend and scares any guys off who tries to talk to you when he’s around

Bsfjj who does all this platonically of course.

#outer banks #jj maybank #jjmaybank x reader #pope heyward #john b routledge #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #bsf!jj #cinammonwrites

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strawberry sweet (nsfw)

based off of my idea of "big strong wrestler!miguel o'hara x a sweet lil fruit shake stand girl!reader who shyly offers him a refreshing lil drink 🥰 only for him to tug her into his trailer cus he's longing for something much sweeter aka you 😳"

A/N: i changed trailer to hotel because with the amount of fucking y'all partake in the poor trailer would collapse in on itself like the titanic submersible

tw: corruption kink, praise kink, slight humiliation kink, tummy bulge, size kink

Miguel needs something to take his stress out on, and he's damn sure it isn't the contender across from him, some sweaty bastard that he's about to beat the shit out of. In fact it's the opposite; of all the girls to catch his attention, it had to be the one that he's pretty sure would be terrified of him if he came up to her.

You were the petite little thing behind the counter at Smoothio, one of the stalls outside the arena, selling shakes and handing out cups for the past weekend.

Miguel thinks it must be the uniform, the pastel yellow shirt pushing your chest out just right and the brown skirt that tempted him with every step you took as you waddled over to the other stalls to ask for change money.

Miguel has always prided himself on having self-control but right now he's not sure he can still say that when all he's been thinking of since he saw you was how you'd stare up at him wide-eyed if he pinned you to the wall or how you'd gasp when he'd squeeze your cute little ass under that little skirt or how your eyes would glaze over with tears as he flips you over like you weighed nothing and finally thrusts his cock into your dripping, twitching, warm little-

Ding! The starting bell interrupts his thoughts. Miguel roars and claws his way forward. Usually he likes to drag it out a little and give the audience a little suspense, but right now he's impatient.

Within what feels like seconds the fight is over, with Miguel wiping sweat off his forehead with one hand and pinning the opponent down with the other. The crowd cheers— usually something he relishes in— but now it's just some annoying ringing in his ear as a referee throws a heavy championship belt over Miguel. He doesn't give a shit, not when he's eager for a much sweeter reward.

It's around 11pm when the fans and paparazzi finally fuck off.

Now it's just him and some of the other fighters waiting for their anti-cheating steroids, whatever test results, getting hotdogs and popcorn and all that shit from the stalls.

Miguel looks up from his phone when some guy walks over to your stall, conversing with you. Miguel has to restrain himself from murdering the weak little fucker when he sees the little frown on your face as he walks away.

He stands up and does what he's wanted to do this whole weekend- aside from fuck you dumb and drooly, that is- which is walk up to the tiny stall with neon yellow letters spelling out "Smoothio".

As he gets closer, he realizes your head is still down. Miguel is 110% ready to turn right back around and wipe the floor clean with that bastard until he realizes you're counting sales.

Miguel leans on the counter, eyes on you as you work, flipping through the sales notebook in one hand and tapping your fingers on the table like typing on an imaginary calculator. He tries to imagine what your shaky hands would feel like as they pressed against his chest while he pounded into you-

"S-Sir?"

Miguel looks up and meets your nervous gaze. His smirk betrays the way his heart stops as he stares into your pretty eyes.

"Hi, cutie," he grins. "That guy givin' you trouble?"

Your breath stutters as your eyes avert and your stare focuses on your hands.

"No- not at all, Mister O'Hara."

Fuck. Mister O'Hara sounds so professional, but the image of you that he's conjured up in his head is nothing but.

"Really?" he probes, raising an eyebrow. "Cause if he is I don't mind getting my hands dirty again-"

"No!" you yelp, and when he chuckles you mumble a sorry and look down again. "No, I mean really. He wasn't. But thank you. And... congratulations on your win, Sir."

Miguel laughs, brushing his hair back and looking you up and down now that he's closer to you than ever. He juts his chin at the menu. "No need to call me Sir, baby. What's your bestseller?"

Your nervous smile drops as your face pales. "Uh... uhm... I'm sorry, but we're almost completely out of stock."

Poor little thing saying sorry for something that's not under her control. Miguel laughs softly and shakes his head. "No problem, hermosa. I'll take whatever you give me~"

"The only flavor we got left is... strawberry. I'm really sorry, Sir."

Strawberry.

"Just my luck," he smiles. "Strawberry happens to be my favorite flavor."

You smile back and he doesn't know if he wants to bend you over or boop your cute little nose.

"Strawberry it is." You take out a cup and marker and tick some boxes on the cup. "One strawberry swirl for Mister O'Hara."

He can't resist the urge to lean closer, brushing some stray hair away from your face and curling a finger under your chin.

"You can call me Miguel, cariño," he whispers. "You have very pretty eyes, you know that?"

"I- I- Sir-"

Miguel backs away, crossing his arms over his gray compression shirt and looking you up and down. "Cute," he bites his lip, a grin sneaking onto his face as you stare up at him wide-eyed, before snapping out of your trance and preparing his drink, eyes flickering up at him and back down when you see him still staring.

"Here," you hold the cup out to him, and he licks his lips, whispering a thank you, hermosa~ that has your face burning up.

Miguel takes a sip, humming lowly in appreciation.

"Best shake I've ever had," he grins. "But you know what other sweet thing I really want tonight~?"

You shake your head, and Miguel laughs, walking around the counter and finally, finally placing his hands on your waist and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"You, pretty girl~" he teases.

"M-me?" you mumble out, completely clueless of the lust you ignite deep within him.

"You have no idea what you do to me... make me lose control, make me feel like I'll go insane if I don't get to taste you right now..."

"M-Miguel..." you place your trembling hands over his, not really sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer.

He senses your hesitation, his gaze softening as his hands take yours.

"You're beautiful," he whispers. "I haven't looked at anyone else here since the moment I saw you."

He rubs a thumb over your wrist, mustering up the tiniest smile that makes him look so harmless to you, you nearly giggle out loud.

"Hmm?" Miguel tilts his head as he bites back a grin, resting both of his hands down on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. "What's so funny, cariño?"

He leans in real close, eyes darting down to your lips and back up at your eyes. "I'm dying to touch you and you're laughing? Do you have any idea how much I wanna eat you up right right now?"

"S-Sir..."

Your breath stutters as he dares to drag his hand slowly up your thigh, and you whimper, turning your head to the side and hiding your pretty face from his view.

Miguel's other hand takes your cheek and turns your face back to him. You're caught off-guard when his lips brush over your ear, whispering so darkly it makes you shiver in his hold.

He's pushed your skirt up and you know he can feel through your underwear that you're just as needy as he is.

"Tell me you don't want this," he growls into your ear, his hand grazing over your panties. "I can't fucking hold back, cariño, I'll fuck you so good but I can't promise I'll be gentle. You'll be feeling me inside you for the rest of the week- fuck- I'll make sure you can't walk and when you do, my cum will be dripping out of you from how much I fucked you. Tell me to stop."

Miguel has never been this desperate. He's usually the one girls drool all over, but now he's the one that can't think straight at the thought of never getting a taste of your sweetness.

"Not here..." you whisper. Miguel turns his head to look at you, but you've shied away from his gaze.

"There's still a bunch of people..." you continue, and he laughs, his lighthearted chuckle betraying the way his cock is already stiff in his pants.

"I wouldn't mind giving them a show, but whatever you say, hermosa~"

Miguel thanks whatever's in the fucking sky for the hotel being right next to the arena.

It's all a blur for him as he pins you against the elevator wall, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and jawline as you become putty in his arms, pretty little whines of his name echoing in the elevator as it takes you to the 57th floor. The doors slide open and Miguel lifts you up onto his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making you squeal when he swats your ass as he taps the keycard against the lock, setting you down on the bed and crawling over you, leaving you trapped under his body.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," he groans, pushing your shirt just above your breast and kissing your neck while he reaches around you to undo your bra.

You whimper, covering your face, but he takes your wrists and pins them above your head.

"Miguel..."

"So sexy, 'specially when you're so shy for me, hermosa~" he growls, tracing his tongue over your nipples and making you whine and squirm. It's getting harder for him to resist the way your hips are bucking up into his crotch.

Miguel looks up and grins when he sees you so restless. "I want you so bad, cutie, you have no fucking idea..."

He takes your hand and places it over his clothed bulge. “Wanna fuck you so bad~”

In a flash, Miguel has you flipped you over on your hands and knees, pressing his palm down on your back to push you down on the sheets. Shivers run up and down your back as he pushes your thighs apart with his body, exposing your cute little pussy, gleaming in arousal because of him, and you hear him curse quietly in Spanish.

"Shit, you look delicious, baby~" he whispers, taking off his pants. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Miguel sinks all the way in on the first try, making you squish your face into a pillow and whimper out his name, overwhelmed by the size of his cock in your cunt.

He grunts and clenches his fist, relishing in your tightness as your pussy twitches around him.

“Fuck,” he growls, forcing his weight down on you, his chest against your back as he starts moving his hips, eliciting little noises of pleasure from you. “Tell me how good it feels, bebita~“

He grins when you can’t, you just can’t string any words together because he’s fucking you that good. But he likes it that way, and laughs cruelly when you whimper and whine with every relentless, rough thrust of his cock into your pussy.

“Mig- Miguel- ahh… Oh God-!”

Slap!

You squeal when his hand comes down on your ass, and squirm under him helplessly. That just makes it worse because your little cunt clenches down on him even harder.

“No, no, where are you going, cutie?” Miguel teases, pulling you back under him and going faster, harder, his thick cock ramming in and out of you, all coherent thought dripping out of you like the juices trickling down your quivering thighs.

“Pretty little hole sucking me in, it’s like you don’t want me to leave~” he whispers, cooing and laughing softly when you try to say his name.

“S-slow down-” you mumble, but Miguel chuckles and pulls out, flipping you over on your back and sinking in, burying himself to the hilt before staring up at you, making your pussy twitch around his huge cock.

“Why would I?” he teases. “You’re feeling so good, aren’t you?” he kisses the tip of your nose, making you clench down on him, and he groans, eyes darting down where his cock is snug in your warm little cunt.

He leans in to kiss your neck while his hand roams over your stomach, forcing himself to stay still and not rut into you like a feral animal. Miguel feels a little bump just above your crotch and presses down on it, making you gasp and look up at him with wide glazy eyes.

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Can you feel just how f-fucking deep I am in you, cariño?” He presses down and starts moving, making you squeal and pull him closer.

“Yeah- fuck- keep squirming for me, gatita, you’re so fucking cute it hurts…” He growls. You whimper, turning your head to the side, but he turns you to face him, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue in, making you moan even louder, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s giving you.

Miguel grunts when you clench down harder and faster, and spreads your legs further apart so he can go rougher. “Yeah? You close, bebita? I can feel you squeezing down on me. Don’t hold back, baby, I know you want to come- come on, fuck, come for me, cutie- make me feel good gatita-”

You gasp, eyes glazing over as your thighs tremble, creaming all over his cock as you whimper into his mouth, shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.

Miguel holds off a little longer- just so he can savor the feeling of your orgasm, before he pins your wrists to your sides, groaning when he comes inside you, battering your sensitive little hole with all his cum.

He watches as you whine and try to close your legs, laughing and peppering kisses all over your face, and pressing his lips to the hickeys on your neck and breasts.

“Shit, that was so much better than I imagined~” Miguel whispered. “Did you like it, baby~?”

You giggled as his tongue traced your nipple and nodded, smiling down at him.

Fuck, he doesn’t know how you make his cock hard one moment and his heart flutter the next.

Miguel kisses you again before he makes his way down between your legs.

“W-wait-” you stammer, looking down at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”

Miguel grins. “Making sure you come so fucking hard you’ll never be able to leave me, bebita~” he whispers, before he presses a kiss to your dripping cunt, filled with both your cum and his.

“I did say I wanted to taste something real sweet didn’t I?~”

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edit: WHORES. sequel is up here ily all

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iminloveweveryone · 2 months

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idk what to write if u guys have an ideas lmk!!

i also kinda wanna write for outer banks

#asks

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iminloveweveryone · 2 months

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how to take anti depressants without feeling guilty about taking anti depressants no borax slime

#cry