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broken [miguel o'hara x f!reader]

smut!

minors dni. 18+ only.

word count :: 1.5k+

warnings :: smut, smut with plot, reader has emotional backstory, reader could be arospec, fingering, finger fucking, miguel giving oral to reader, breeding kink, slight size kink, unprotected p in v

notes :: nervous about this one. lmk if i should do part two sobs

you should also read :: fluff. miguel o'hara x preg!f!reader

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"honestly, i don't really want kids… they annoy me," one of the spiders, one of which you couldn't recall their name, had said.

it was lunchtime, and somehow, the group of spiders had gotten on the topic of family; and children.

you sighed. this topic upset you due to past… events in your lifetime.

"i want kids but… i don't want to have them. not that i care about the pain that's whatever… i just… don't like love." you muttered, shrugging.

jessica tilted her head at you. "you can have kids without love and feelings and all that. although… i'm guessing something happened to make you feel that way. don't let it affect you in the long run! try again. give love another chance."

you shook your head. "no. it's not… it's not just that i don't want to feel it. i don't feel it. not that i'd give it another chance anyways."

jessica shrugged. "well… you're missing out. love is great. but, if you really want children, find a sperm donator. also known as someone who's willing to have sex with you to give you children. which, you do have a decent body. and you're pretty. shouldn't be too hard!"

you smile at her in response. "thanks jess. i'll consider it." that was a lie. having kids with some random stranger sounded… unappealing. just plain weird. you looked back down at your food and pushed it away. "i… lost my appetite," you said, sighing. and when you looked up from your tray, you saw miguel o'hara's red eyes staring back at you.

you just stared at him for a few moments, and he stared back. you could never read his eyes - or body language. or absolutely anything about him. he always seemed so cold, so unapproachable.

"um. bye, now" you mumbled, getting up and walking away. but after a few minutes, you realised someone had followed you. turning around, you were met with a chest and broad shoulders. looking up, it was miguel o'hara.

"do… do you need something?" you asked, gulping. for whatever reason, miguel always made you nervous. whether it was his cold attitude, his tight suit, how good he looked in his tight suit…

"no. but you do. you want kids, correct? i'll be your… sperm donator. your baby daddy. the cock to your pussy, or whatever you want to call it." he stated in response, his voice just as dead as his eyes. except… his eyes weren't dead. they had a slight sparkle in them.

"oh. oh! no, no, thank you, but no. that won't be necessary. i don't want someone that just… has sex with me, gives me kids, and leave. i do… kind of want to love someone. i just don't know how, without getting hurt again. without being afraid of getting hurt again."

"i won't leave. i can stay, if you'd like. it's fine if you don't fall in love with me. we can still be friends. i can take care of you, and our kids. our sex can still be intimate… it just won't be out of love."

you gulped again, looking down. "you'd… you'd be willing to do that for me? i mean, i don't even know you. shouldn't we at least get to know each other first?" you asked, trying to find a problem in this solution. but the truth was… it sounded halfway decent. miguel o'hara wasn't exactly the definition of ugly - no, he was quite attractive, you found.

miguel shrugged. "if that'd make you more comfortable, then by all means. but… i have no problem with just going to bed. i'm doing this for myself. i want kids with someone who looks acceptable; worthy of carrying my children in their womb. you're pretty. i bet you have a pretty pussy to go with your pretty face. and i bet your pussy would look even prettier wet and full of my seed."

you felt your face grow pink. "um. uhhh. okay. are… when are we doing this? i have plans pretty much all week…"

"any plans tonight? i have a mission, but i suspect it won't take too long… 12am, maybe 12:30."

"um. tonight i should be free… is my place okay?"

you looked up to see a smirk on miguel's face. "works for me. your place at around 1am?"

you quickly nodded. "sure."

"see you then, muñeca."

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it was now almost 1:30am, and you were still pacing in your living room, waiting for miguel to show up. he had decided not to? but why wouldn't he contact you? would he really just ditch? say screw you, and ghost you?

you sigh. he wasn't worth all of this. you needed sleep. you'd avoid him in the morning, and if he tried to talk to you, give you an explanation, you'd just ignore him even more. he wasn't worth your time.

when you climbed up the stairs and walked into your room, you screamed.

"miguel? what the fuck? how long have you been here?" miguel was already in your room, spidersuit still on.

he chuckled, shaking his head. "quite a while. i thought we were meeting here?"

"you don't… you can't… you can't just…" you huffed, rolling your eyes. "you can't just walk into someone's room without them knowing! it's weird, and also, it's just rude!"

"well, too late now," he said with a shrug. "i guess it's time to begin?" you nodded, still slightly unsure about all this. you both stood there for a moment before you just shrugged and starting stripping, down to just your bra and panties. when you looked up, miguel was still in his spidersuit.

"um? are we not… are we not doing this…?" you asked, confused, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

he rolled his eyes and walked over to you, placing his hands on your hips. "seriously? you think you're ready for me?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "listen, baby… i have to get you ready. just because we aren't in love doesn't mean i'm not going to treat you right."

"oh." you were staring into his eyes, unsure what to do, when he suddenly picked you up, placing you on your bed.

"spread your legs for me," he commanded, and so you did. he knelt before you, and touched your clothed pussy, a small grin on his face as he felt your wetness through your panties. "oh, cariño…" he murmured, and you shuddered.

he slowly pulled down your panties, pulling them down to your ankles, and then off of you. he stared at your wet, pink pussy for a moment, before letting out a string of spanish curses.

"miguel? is everything okay?" you asked, face slightly pink.

"oh, yes. everything's perfect, you just have such a pretty pussy…" he replied, your face growing even pinker from his admiration.

he put one of his hands on each of your thighs, licking his lips. he slowly inched his face closer to your bare pussy, to the point that you could feel his warm breath on your cunt.

and then. and then, it was like heaven, but on your pussy. his tongue flicked out and touched your clit. you instantly sighed. he took your clit into his mouth, lightly nibbling, but not enough to hurt you.

he rose one of his hands, running two fingers through your slick folds. he moved his mouth away, replacing it with his hands.

"ohh… oh, miguel, feels so good…" you mumbled, eyes rolled up towards the ceiling.

"i know." and then their was a finger inside of you. no - there were two. you squirmed, letting out a soft mewl. "awh… such pretty noises, all for me?"

all you could do was nod. his fingers weren't just inside of you… he was finger fucking you. then he lowered his mouth back to your cunt, his lips around your clit. he started sucking on it, still with his two fingers thrusting inside of you.

"m-miguel! gon- gonna- gonna cum, oh, shit! sh- shit shit shit," you gasped, but he didn't remove his mouth, or his fingers. and so you came on his mouth.

after a few moments, he pulled away, a devilish grin on his face. "you like that?" you shuddered and panted, unable to speak or move.

"you ready for the main event, muñeca?" you slowly nodded, eyes glued shut, still panting. when you opened your eyes, there was miguel, fully naked.

you gasped as you laid eyes on his gianormous cock. "that's supposed to fit inside me?!" you shrieked, shaking your head.

he simply chuckled. "we'll take it slow. whenever your ready," he murmured, walking closer to you, towering over you.

"i'm ready," you replied softly, as he took his cock in his hands, rubbing it through your wet folds, using your wetness as a sort of lube.

and right as he was about to push inside you -

"wait! i can't." and you ran.

again.

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you sat in your bathroom, head in your hands.

"such a coward… been so long… can't get over him…"

you stared yourself in the mirror, at your mascara running down your face wet from tears.

"he broke me."

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#smut #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #spiderverse #spiderverse smut #x reader #x you

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#hunter (the owl house)#boy suffered like crazy #i cried when flapjack died #THE FLAPJACK TATTOOS IN THE FINALE #the owl house #hunter toh #toh

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mine [miguel o'hara x preggo!f!reader]

fluff!! and even more fluff

minors dni. 18+ only.

word count :: 250+

warnings :: fluff, pregnant reader, slightly possessive / protective miguel, not proofread

notes :: first piece of fluff i'm ever posting, give feedback please. again, i don't know spanish, some of it might be wrong. feel free to correct me.

you should also read :: smut!! miguel o'hara x f!reader

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you sat on the couch, one hand on your swollen belly, the other on the tv remote as your flipped through the channels, trying to find something both you and your husband would enjoy. he said he was going to get home early today - just so that the two of you could have a little more time together than usual.

right then, the door opened, and miguel o'hara came walking in.

"mig!" you gushed, getting up as quickly as you can - which wasn't very quick. you were seven months pregnant, after all.

miguel had a smile on his face. he always had a smile these days - all because of you. he said you made him happy. he rushed to you, opening his arms wide for a hug.

"there's my linda esposa," he murmured into your ear. "i missed you, mi amor."

you smiled, your cheeks growing slightly pink. you two had been married for over three years, and yet he still managed to fluster you with only a few simple words.

"i missed you too," you whispered, staring up at him with adoration in your eyes.

he bent his head down and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before getting onto his knees, putting both of his hands onto your swollen belly.

"that's mine in there. i made that. you're pregnant because of me. my seed," he growled, pushing up your baggy t-shirt and softly placing his lips onto your now bare stomach. "and don't you ever forget it," he whispered, looking up at you.

"i won't," you murmur softly, running one of your hands through his hair. "i love you."

"i love you too, cariño."

#fluff #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #spiderverse #spiderverse fluff #x reader #x you

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this is the BEST FUCKING SMUT IVE EVER FUCKING READ?? HELLO??

PLEASE TEACH ME OMFG

anyways get this to at least 10k+ notes like excuse me i'm so fucking horny now lmfao

Honey-Sweet

Description: You're far too sweet for him. He's determined not to ruin you, despite the fact that he seems to ruin everything, and everything about you just seems to make his fantasies worse. But one night can change everything, apparently, when Miguel finally sees how completely not sweet you can be.

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, hoooh boy a lotta smut okay, oral (m and f recieving), unprotected piv (pls oh pls wrap it up irl fuck them kids), riding, doggy, missionary, some fluff bc i'm not completely deranged, light degradation (w/c: 2.1K)

A/N: oh lord the Miguel brainrot is REAL folks okay this is fucking crazy. I WANT THIS MAN TO **** ** **** * ****** ******* okay he has me fuckin frothing at the DAMN MOUTH actin like a DAMN DOG okay so please enjoy a bit of a miguel smutfest

You’re too fucking sweet for him. That’s what he tells himself. Miguel O’Hara doesn’t do sweet.

You’re fucking sweet with the way you bring cookies in for the other Spiders that accompany you on missions. You’re sweet in how you brought in a ridiculous hand-made baby blanket for Mayday when Peter first brought her in, emblazoned with his Spider-Man logo to wrap her up tight in. You’d kissed the baby on the head, whispering tiny sweet nothings into her bright red hair, and Miguel had had to hide the emergence of his fangs at the sight of it.

You’re too sweet, too kind for him. You organize little movie nights at the office, you make him stay a little longer on missions so you can see the tourist spots from different universes. And the way you look at him, all wide-eyed and bright and smiling… it does things to him.

It makes him want to bring you flowers, kiss you on the cheek. It makes him want to plan fucking candle-lit dinners and bake cupcakes with you. All sweet, too sweet.

But, because he apparently can’t stop himself, you also want to make him do decidedly not sweet things. Like grab at your tits through your suit, pinching your nipples until your knees go weak and you whimper his name in your gorgeous little voice. Like force you down on your knees, fucking his cock into your hot mouth while tears leak down your cheeks. Like tying you up with his webs, eating your pretty cunt out while you struggle against them, whining that “it’s too much, too much Miguel.” Like fucking you deep, so fucking deep on his cock, making you squeeze around him while you scream for him, beg for him to fill you up with cum. He thinks about watching it leak out of your achy pussy, dripping down your thighs.

But you’re so goddamn sweet, too gorgeous and lovely, and he can’t ruin you, he can’t.

So when you finally wear him down, finally get him to go to coffee with you, he tries to be just as sweet as you. You hold his fucking hand, you kiss him on the cheek. You smile into his mouth as his lips meet yours in front of your apartment door. Miguel swears that his heart will pop with how much it swells when you’re near him.

He brings you flowers, walks you to your door, brings you lunch while you’re filing post-mission paperwork. And God, it’s beautiful. It’s fantastic and bright and so wonderfully domestic that Miguel wonders if he’s died, gone to some heaven he doesn’t deserve. He’s determined to revel in the domesticity of this… thing he’s created with you, his disgusting fantasies be damned.

He doesn’t like to think about how he has to fuck his hand after he drops you off at your house, his lips still burning with the touch of your soft, soft kiss. He thinks about how your lips would look stretched around his dick.

He’s content. He’s happy. For the first time in so fucking long, he’s happy. And he’ll happily tug on his dick by himself for the rest of damn time if it means that he gets to revel in your soft, pretty, wonderful sweetness for a little bit longer. He will not ruin you.

But.

As he kisses you softly in front of your apartment, the both of you still suited up from your latest mission, you tug him closer. You pull him down into your hungry mouth, and you lick into him like you’re starving for it. He can’t help how he growls at the feeling of it, his big hands coming to clutch at your hips. God, you’re pretty, fucking addicting with the way your tongue tangles with his and how you whimper when his hands cup your ass, tugging you up just that extra inch.

“Take me to bed, Miguel,” you gasp between feverish kisses, and fuck, he’s gone.

He hauls you into his arms, and his knees almost go weak at the way you wrap your thighs tightly around his middle, the way you lick into his mouth all over again.

And Miguel has spent so much time in his head, thinking, no, knowing that you’re sweeter than goddamn pie. It’s in every fucking breath you take, every moment he spends with you.

But that night, as he lays you onto the bed, gently, gently like you deserve, he learns that you’re not as sweet as he thinks you are.

Not at all.

Not with the way you roll him over with your strength, begging for him to disengage his suit, looking at him like you want to devour him as it dissolves around him, leaving him bare to your gaze. You graze a reverent hand up his chest as he heaves under you, whispering, “God, can’t believe I’ve waited this long to have you like this. You’re so pretty, Miguel.”

Pretty. Pretty? He can’t be the pretty one, no, not when you’re unzipping your own suit, and he can see everything. Every inch of supple, soft skin. Your nipples, hard and peaked and begging for his touch. Your pretty, pretty pussy; he can see how you’re practically dripping, the wetness between your legs glistening in the soft lamplight.

And you’re not sweet, not sweet at all, when you nip and suck little marks down his chest and abs, grinning up at him like a damn siren when he gasps at your touch. Fuck, you’re the opposite of everything he thought when you take his cock into your mouth, bobbing deeper, deeper until you just can’t anymore, jacking the rest of his cock while you kiss and lick and suck at him.

You grab his hand with your free one, and pull it into your hair. You pull up from his cock, and Christ, there’s a line of your spit that connects you to his throbbing tip, and Miguel thinks that he might die.

“Fuck my face, baby?” you rasp, and yes, that’s it, Miguel is going to fucking die here. But he can’t refuse you, with those gorgeous eyes gazing up at him, the tip of his cock on your tongue.

It’s not sweet, not at all, when he forces your head down on his cock, pressing himself deep into your pretty little mouth. And you moan like you love it, just taking it as he thrusts roughly into your mouth. Your spit runs down his shaft, your little whimpers and the way you choke when the tip jams into the back of your throat all echoing in his ears.

He can’t hear himself, but God, you can. You relish the way he growls every time he pushes you down deep, telling you that, “You’re such a good girl, hermosa. Mierda, mi nena perfecta.” Your pussy throbs.

He isn’t soft, isn’t gentle like he told himself to be when he pulls you off his cock. You gasp for air, and Miguel groans as he pulls you up by your hair, dragging your spit-slick lips to his mouth. He can taste himself on your lips, all sticky and hot and puffy.

You whine against his mouth, murmuring little pleas of “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” into him, and his cock twitches, red and aching desperately for your touch.

“Have to make sure you’re ready,” he mumbles, even though he aches, even though his claws threaten to show.

“Nononono,” you whine, and then you sit back, hovering over his cock, fucking monstrous compared to the tiny opening of your dripping pussy, and press down.

Fuck, it’s like heaven inside you, all perfect and wet and hot, and you whine, muttering that, “It’s so fucking big, God, stretches me so perfect, so fucking perfect, so much bigger than I could have dreamed-“

“Nena,” he interrupts you with a hoarse groan of his own, “gotta stop, ‘s gonna, gonna hurt you, oh fuck-“

And you grin at him again, filthy and raunchy and not sweet at all, as you say “I fucking want it to hurt, Miguel. Wanna feel you in the morning, wanna feel you all the time.” And you press yourself the rest of the way down his thick cock, gasping for air, your hips twitching like they can’t decide whether to run away from the sensation or seek it.

“Fuck, wanna feel you all the time,” you murmur and Miguel can’t decide whether you’re actually talking to him or not. “Want you to fuck me so hard I can’t breathe, fill me up so fucking perfect, God, oh my God, ‘m so fucking full,” you roll your hips forward in desperate little circles, a weak attempt at getting him deeper. An endless stream of “fuck me, fuck me, please please please,” starts to leave your lips again, and you sound so desperate, so needy, that Miguel can’t help but roll you over, pinning you underneath him, and fucking his cock so hard and so deep into you that you dig your fingers into his back and sob.

He does what you ask that night. He fucks you and fucks you and fucks you, until tears leak from your eyes and your bed is soaked with a mixture of yours and his cum. And God, you scream for him, begging him for more, deeper, harder.

The slick sounds of your bodies meeting over and over must be heard all over the building, but Miguel can’t bring himself to care, not when he’s able to fuck you like this, disgusting and filthy.

How could a sweet, lovely, soft thing like you love this so much?

From that night on, it seems that all bets are off. From that night on, it seems that you make it a mission to show him exactly how not sweet you are.

Fuck, there’s no sweetness to you when you hump your hips into his face the next morning, practically smothering him in your pussy as you squeal and tangle your fingers in his hair. He digs his fingers so hard into your thighs that he’s sure they’ll bruise, and licks up your juices. Your pussy is honey-sweet on his tongue.

You’re not soft when you ride him into the mattress, throwing yourself down onto his cock and moaning as you stretch yourself out. You drag your nails down his chest as you bounce desperately in his lap, and Miguel kind of hopes you draw blood.

There isn’t an ounce of innocence when you sink down on your knees under his desk when he’s in a goddamn meeting, pulling his cock out and sucking at him until his claws shoot out and leave splintering holes in his desk. He has to hide his fangs from the video camera when you choke.

When he finally, finally cuts the meeting short, feeding the other Spider-Men some bullshit excuse about a new anomaly, he presses your head to the base of his cock and shoots his cum down your throat. He means it as a punishment, but when he pulls you off his cock, and sees you with your eyes all glassy and smiling lazily, he can’t help but bend you over the desk and finger fuck you until you cry and scream and beg for him to fuck you with his cock.

You are so far from sweet when he fucks you on the floor after a mission, tensions run too taut and adrenaline racing through your veins. You throw your ass back onto him with every thrust into your sloppy cunt, moaning as he growls, “Such a fucking slut, can’t get enough of this cock, huh? My sweet, sweet girl, what would the rest of the Spiders say if they knew what a fucking whore you are for me?”

And when you choke on your spit around your screams, he leans down to whisper that, “I know, cariño, I know. I'm gonna take care of you,” before he shoves your face down into the carpet and mounts you, shoving his fat cock down into you again and again and again.

Miguel is positive that he’s died and gone to heaven.

It’s not to say that you’re not the same, sweet girl who brings cookies to the office and holds his hand. No, you’re the same, perfect, sweet girl, only that you let him thank you for the cookies by eating you out on the kitchen floor. You hold his hand while you jerk his cock and swallow his moans with your kiss.

You’re just the right kind of sweet for him.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #miguel o'hara x you #across the spiderverse fic #spiderverse #spiderverse smut #how the fuck does one write something this well #get this to 10k+ notes i beg of you #FUCKING READ THIS LMFAO

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completely forgot about tumblr, and i have absolutely zero smut / fluff ideas atm, i'm fucking tired

any requests? i mostly do miguel o'hara x f!reader but i can give anything a shot

#smut #smut requests #please request #spiderverse #spiderverse smut #spiderverse smut requests #miguel o'hara smut requests

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its been only a little bit over 12 hours and i have 50 notes?? holy shit, thank you guys so much <3 don't forget to give feedback though please!

punishment [miguel o'hara x f!reader]

smut!! + little bit of fluff at the end

minors dni. 18+ only.

word count :: 500+

warnings :: spanking, fingering, some fluff at the end. maybe some more, i'm not good with warnings - sorry!

notes :: uhh so this is my first piece i'm ever posting! in other words; it sucks. i know. please give me honest feedback, i won't be hurt, i want to become a better writer. also, i don't know spanish, so there isn't much - and if the little there is is incorrect, please lmk!

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you sighed as your eyes wandered the room. you had lost your phone, and you had checked everywhere. but it was nowhere to be found. as you checked under the bed yet again, the window opened and you heard a whoosh as someone came through.

"miguel? isn't it a bit early for you to be home?" you asked, rising from below. settling your eyes on his face, you frowned. "are you alright?" he looked angry. no. he looked absolutely pissed.

"i texted you. told you to have your pussy wet and ready for me, like the good slut you are. and yet i come home to you still fully dressed."

"oh. mig- i promise it wasn't on purpose, i lost my phone and couldn't check it," you begged, nervous about what he was going to do.

he shook his head. "i don't care. need you, need your body. i'm just so stressed... c'mere," he demanded, and you quickly followed his orders, your eyes downcast, looking at the floor.

"look up at me, muñeca." he touched your chin, and you looked up to stare him into your eyes. he smirked. "is that fear i see? y/n... are you... scared of me?" your eyes widened and you nodded a little bit. he chuckled and added, "awh... don't be scared. i promise i'll only give you what you deserve..." which only made you even more nervous.

suddenly, he raked a claw through your clothes, tearing all but your bra and panties. picking you up, he carried you to the room's bed. sitting down, he flipped you onto your stomach and over his knee.

"now..." he murmured, resting his hand on one of your asscheeks. "what were you supposed to do for me, pequeña puta?"

"i-i was s'posed to have my body ready for you to use," you trembled.

"yeah, you were. but you didn't, did you?" he replied, his tone mockingly sad.

"n-no, i d-didn't, i'm sorry, so so sorry miguel," you pleaded.

"and who's fault was that? was it my fault?"

"no!!" you quickly exclaimed. "it was mine, all my fault, so sorry mig, so so sorry."

"you should be." he chuckled, reaching his hand down to touch your already soaked clothed cunt. "look at that. i haven't even done anything to you yet."

then, he smacked his hand down to your ass, making you shriek in pain.

"f-fuck! oh, fuck!" you whined as you felt another smack to your ass. "s-stop!" you said after the fourth spanking. "p-please, i'm sorry, so sorry!"

"awh, baby... i just love it when you beg. makes you seem like the slut you are."

"y-yes! i'm such a slut, such a slut for you mig!"

after one more smack, miguel flipped you back over so you were sitting on his knee. your eyes were wide, and your makeup was running down your face with your tears.

"you're so adorable," he murmured, carressing your cheek as he stared into your eyes. "as the rest of your punishment, i won't be fucking you tonight."

you quickly nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

"oh, mi vida. i love you," he said, kissing your cheek.

"i love you more."

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OH MY GOD?? 30+ NOTES??

help me get to 50 !!