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Rigor Mortis (part 7)

College roommate!Miguel O'Hara x reader

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summary: You spend some time with Miguel.

warnings: smut. f receiving oral, fingering, grinding, switchy behaviour from both sides, angst. 18+ Minors DNI

a/n: this chapter beat my ass icl

Thank you to my beta readers, @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys <3

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all-consuming grief,

It’s going to be a warm night. It's ushered in by the kind of dawn that bleeds red and gold, tawny and autumnal in the waning light. Like the washy colours of a Renoir, and he doesn’t even notice that he’s doing the thing he swore black-and-blue he wouldn’t. Reminiscing and romanticising; for the first time in a while, Miguel is able to see the sun set, legs splayed on the brick of his front steps.

Sitting by worn metal railing, he’s still in his work clothes. He chucked his rucksack on the step above, leaning long legs onto the ones below. They don’t ache as much as they used to, well-trained by a couple months of running and spending more time in the gym. There’s a shake in the fridge, labelled ‘Tuesday, PM’ that he’ll gulp down before bed, and one labelled ‘Wednesday, AM’ that he’ll take before setting off in the morning. In the morning, with cloudy skies and street cars to keep him company. There’s too much pollution, light or otherwise, for him to see some stars. He hasn’t seen stars in a while, now.

Long days seem to have turned into just days somewhere along the way. He can’t quite pinpoint when, and doesn’t really care to, but he thinks his brother would call it “progress”. There’s a grimace on his face as he thinks about it; a word that tastes like mud and feels like swirling cement in his mouth. It’s all bullshit, really. Gabi’s paltry attempt at therapising him, one which he would usually nip in the bud - taking metaphorical shears to slash at weeds and dense conversation. Catch-up calls about how he feels, how he’s doing – when he’s fine, he always is – as if Gabi is waiting for a shoe to drop.

He’s waiting for Miguel to have an epiphany, a breakdown the size of a collapsing star. It’s not coming, he keeps telling his brother, and the sooner the younger O’Hara realises – without the wide eyes and the pity – the better for the both of them. After all, Gabriel is his baby brother, and he’s spent his whole life worrying on his behalf: playing hide-and-seek in little closets and putting back together broken toys. Trying to drown out the sound of shouting and broken plates. They’re too old for all that, the worrying and gulping back tears, walking its well-travelled paths – and it doesn’t feel right that Gabi should do the same for him.

He sighs, deep and heavy and rolling down that quiet street. After what feels like forever, he’s tempted to lie down, to rest his head on the stone, close his eyes and think of something else. Of someone else - lots of someones, at this point in the day. He’s not the weepy type, but he is tired; shaking off the wear and tear, and fighting off sleep.

Then he sees it; a figure walking towards him, all sandals and khaki shorts and smiles. Mr Estevez, donned in his year-round attire of a polo shirt, a little tight around the middle, and cargos cut off below the knee – finally appropriate, considering the weather. He’s strolling closer like he’s got all the time in the world. If Miguel wasn’t so exhausted; the bone-deep kind, the kind that seeps into skin and lines a casket; he would’ve been annoyed. Instead, he hisses, furrows quickly deepening.

“Buenas, Miguelito!” Mr Estevez beams, scratching at scraggly facial hair.

Miguel frowns, but greets him nonetheless: that politeness drilled into him during childhood rearing its head.

“Buenas tardes, tío.” He grits his teeth as he gets up from his seat, creaky joints and all.

His landlord, the building’s handyman, owner of half a dozen shops all over the city, and Miguel’s uncle-that’s-not-really-his-uncle; Mr Estevez wears many hats, staying bright and informal regardless. He’s known the older man since he was 6, so he can’t be too disappointed; his tío has been late for weddings, funerals, and his little boy’s birth – it’s not much of a surprise that he’d be late now, too. Miguel stretches out a rough palm, and the man stops just shy of his hand, completely ignoring it. Before he knows it, Miguelito is engulfed in a great big bear hug, with wet kisses pressed to the apples of his cheeks. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, as usual, so they hang limply; arms flailing to his sides like a t-rex.

They separate, and he coughs at the great big hand that slaps his back. Grumbling, he walks up to the door, bag over his back, and stands expectantly. Mr Estevez doesn’t follow, instead dusting himself down to sit on the steps.

“I just need to get into the building.” Miguel starts. “Forgot my keys, and I've been here for hours. M’tired, and I–”

“Let’s sit, Miguel.” He scoots over, making space. “Look at the stars.”

It’s clear the older man isn’t moving. Begrudgingly, he obliges. “We’re in the middle of the city. You only see “stars” in the river – beer bottles and tinned crap reflecting the lights.”

“Language.” He gets a sharp nudge to his ribs.

“Discúlpame, tío.”

They stew for a moment, bathing in the silence that follows. The man besides him is the first to speak.

“I spoke to your mother.”

He’s scoffing and moving to get up, before feeling a firm hand on his shoulder.

“She’s worried, Miguel. Says you haven’t called in a while.”

“She hasn’t called me either."

“She’s stubborn.” The man besides him chuckles, bringing gentle eyes to meet his own. "Pig-headed. Remind you of someone?"

Miguel rolls his eyes, he just can't help it.

"She’s also the one that moved back home, so either way–”

"You know it's all been hard on her."

" –on her? It's been hard for her, surrounded by family, after she abandoned me? A-After…" His voice gets dangerously hoarse, threatening to crack under the weight of those words.

He can't stand the pitiful look sent his way: brows drawn, lips pressed into a thin line.

"Sorry. It's… It's nothing. I'm fine. Just fine."

"I didn't ask if you were fine, Miguel."

–even though you're definitely not okay. That part is left unsaid, spat onto the pavement like bitter backwash.

Mr Estévez sighs, ruffling a hand through Miguel's hair. It makes him hiss and dart away from the hand, pouting like he's a little kid again. He doesn't like it; the way he feels like all this life he's lived has been for naught. Trials and tribulations, and yet he doesn't feel that ache of growth; still stuck in the shoes of an awkward teenager.

"You think too much, Miguelito. Always have." He smiles, the kind that deepens the wrinkles around his mouth. It twists Miguel into knots, mouth dry as he tries to untangle himself from that feeling. "I'm worried about you, kid."

He sniffs, eyes trained towards the pavement. There it is again, worry; complicating and unravelling what was meant to be just another day.

"It's today, isn't it?"

All Miguel does is nod, shakily. It's been 2 years since his heart was ripped out of his chest. It heaves now, an erratic rise and fall he’s doing his best to control. Breathe, deeply and calmly; try not to think about his little girl in that hospital bed, and those blank eyes staring back.

“M’fine.” It comes out more desperate than he intends it, and he curses under his breath. If Mr Estevez hears the crude language, he doesn’t react.

Miguel is tense, hunched over the bag on his lap and curled into himself like prey – spitting and prickly and clearly uncomfortable. He’s never been the weepy kind, but the older man can’t help but think it’s a shame; so much love, and nowhere to keep it but inside. Miguel's bottled it up; the memories of precious Gabriella, all that warmth she brought out in her father; and he's turned them to poison pills to keep himself sick.

Miguel would never admit it, of course. He’s too stubborn. Pig-headed.

His tío sighs, moving to get up. He groans, in that dramatic sort of way he knows Miguel can’t stand, but still, there's a rush to help him up. Producing the door keys with a flourish, he pulls from the depths of cargo pockets, and unlocks the main door. Ushering in the younger man, who has grown so tall he needs to duck as he climbs the narrow stairs, there’s a finger prodded into the back of that cotton button-up.

“Miguel?” He starts, revving up a conversation he’s been meaning to have for a while now.

“Hmm?”

They both wait by the entrance of the apartment. The keys jingle in Mr Estevez’s hand.

“If I open the door, will I find out that you’ve driven away another one of my tenants?”

Conveniently, there seems to be a rather interesting spot in the hardwood that Miguel pokes with a dress shoe.

“...depends on your definition of 'driven out', tío.”

“That’s the third one this year! Not even 2 months– I knew there was something up. Not a single one of those little smiley faces to my messages, and–"

“I’ll make up for his side of the rent, you know I will.”

“I don’t like it. You should be saving up, to go get a house and settle down somewhere."

“I like living here, and I’ve said multiple times I’d pay the extra to live alone–”

“And then what? You rot in your room for the rest of your life?”

“I don’t– rot feels a little–”

“Nonsense. You’re lonely, Miguelito. If you don’t like it, you move out.”

They both know he won’t. It’s not really an option; the apartment is affordable and he likes living so close to his old neighbourhood, his old haunts. It’s like he’s tethered to that place with a bungee cord wrapped under his ribs, always snapping back.

“No promises, tío.”

“Doesn’t matter, Miguelito.” He sighs, scratching at stubble. “It’s been hard to find other tenants, with half the neighbourhood drying up. But as soon as I do–”

He points an accusatory finger at Miguel, and the sentence is finished for him.

“...best behaviour, I know.”

“Best behaviour.” Mr Estevez repeats, and starts to fumble with the keys. He throws a little comment over his shoulder. “I liked your lady friend, ages ago… the scary one, with the blue hair. She was–”

“Xina’s not scary, when you get to know her.”

“She was funny. Very pretty. Always paid rent on time, gave me food when I came to fix the heating…”

“It's out again, by the way.” Miguel chews his lip, with a strange expression. “And yeah, she was.”

The door swings open. Mr Estevez doesn’t let him off the hook, though, engulfing him in a warm hug. This time, in the doorway of his apartment, eyes screwed shut; he doesn’t try to wriggle out of it, melting into his tío’s arms. It feels different now that he’s not a kid: angry and hurting with a different sort of ache, but he leans into it, all the same.

~~~

There's a pressure released from the apartment, lately. Miguel feels… well, first of all, he feels ; thinks with his heart and not his head, sometimes. It's lighter, coming home with that weight on his shoulders and with someone there to distract him from it. Living life, he thinks, for the first time in a while. Vivid and vibrant and awake ; relishing the autumnal weather. It's always been his favourite season, despite how childish he thinks having a favourite season is; something you had asked him on a whim one morning.

Normally, he wouldn't entertain it, and with all the shit Pete spews, sometimes, he's had plenty of practice ignoring it. A well-timed dirty look, and then he'd get his head down and work; occupy himself with something less frivolous. But when you say it, with half a piece of toast sticking out of your mouth, it doesn't feel like a chore to answer. It doesn't feel like a stupid question, and he finds his face growing warm at the thought of you caring about these little things – wanting to know him , however that comes.

And so, his answer is Autumn. It's a little stilted; but catching him off guard after a run will do that to him. It's purely practical , he says, eyes tracing the slopes of your body in that shirt and shorts that stops at your thighs; high enough that he feels like a perv for looking. Autumn has temperate, even weather. Perfect for sweaters and hoodies. Warm enough that you don't need a jacket. Just right. You snort, nudging him. Bullshit, Mig. You flutter your eyelashes mockingly, your tone light. You just think it's the prettiest.

And he hums, catching you off guard. You're both drawn towards that little window over the sink, the one that overlooks a fire escape and the street. He's had that view for three years, now. Sleeves always rolled to his elbows as he does his washing up, but never quite looking. The street just below is framed in its windowpane, quite the pretty picture. Crisp leaves scattered on the sidewalk, carpeted in red and honeyed amber. And he can feel it from the other side of the glass; smell it, touch it, taste it. Autumn: hot chocolate and giggles, the crunch of leaves underfoot, and cupping tiny palms to warm them up. Sunsets seen for the first time, watched through bus windows on the way back from school – he misses those the most.

"You don't think it's beautiful?" You say, leaning your head towards the half-open window.

You don't notice, but he looks over to you, swallowing roughly. He says it with a small voice.

"I…I do."

You're darting to the bathroom not too long after, breaking the spell. Frustrated, he resists the urge to curl up into a ball and scream into his palms. He's got what he wanted; a good fuck, a pretty face, a warm smile. Friends, at the most, who happen to get the other off after a long day. A welcome distraction, at the least. He's got what his body has been telling him he needs for the past few months. It makes him feel weird, so oddly settled; but, all things considered…

Miguel is doing okay.

“...and I wouldn’t normally ask, but I swear , I left him…o-on read and he won’t stop texting me.”

Really, actually; he’s doing fine.

“It feels weird– mmffuck– but I can’t ignore him any longer.”

Maybe even… good. Better than okay.

“I still have a bunch of my stuff over there. At least half of it is clothes and books, a-and I’ve put it off for as long as I can…”

He hums in response, pulling quiet curses from you, above. Pressing the flat of his tongue onto your clit, your hips jump up and he purrs ; rearing up to dive even deeper into your pussy. Too quick for him, you catch on, hand in his hair to pull him up.

Sitting up on your haunches, he rests his head on your bare thigh – licking the taste of you off of his lips.

You tilt your head, looking at him with those eyes he can’t help but marvel at. A beat passes.

“...so?” You start, expectantly. “Will you help me or not?”

His response comes in the form of teeth nipping at pillowy skin. You yelp, and swat him away whilst he chuckles.

“I’m serious , Mig. It’s too much to pick up by myself. And you’re the only person I know with a car…”

“ Ouch, hermosa. ” He frowns as you peter off. “Is that the only reason you’re fucking me? For my car?”

“If I say it’s because of your sparkling personality, will you help me?”

For a moment, it seems like he’s got his brows pressed together like he’s seriously considering it, but it ends up being just smoke and mirrors. He’s pretending , biding his time to hook a hand under your legs and force you to lie down onto the bed. Your head hits the covers with a gentle thump as he hikes up the lip of that big tee even further; squeezing your thighs around his head like earmuffs.

It’s when he makes eye-contact, tongue circling your hole, that you realised you’re fucked. Up until now, he’s been toying with you – playing with his food, so to speak – lazily swirling his tongue around your clit and pressing buttons to see exactly where to push. And you'd welcomed it, a hand in his hair as you talked about your day – which he'd asked for, of course.

Now, he's insatiable, eating you out like a man starved; all tongue and wet kisses to your swollen bud. You're slightly raised up on his shoulders, clamping around his tongue as he fucks into you fervently. Big palms spread you wider, and he hums into it, content.

"So pretty ," He sets you down, pupils blown as he studies the way your back arches and the way your legs shudder in the sheets. He slides upwards, sitting next to you, tracing a hand across the gentle curve of stomach that peeks out from your big t-shirt.

Still coming down from your high, you're only just able to register it: he looks mesmerised, a dopey smile plastered on his face.

"What?" You scoff when a moment passes, and his hand inches closer towards your lower lips.

"M'just looking." He shrugs, with a little smile on his face. "I'm not allowed to look?"

You scoff, but you're still shaky so it comes out a little more pathetic than you intend. Nevertheless, you start to sit up but he stops you with a gentle hand at your chest.

"Call him." He says, pressing two fingers to your clit and then down to your gushing slit.

Maybe it's the way he hunches over you, eyes flicking towards your lips, or the way he slips those fingers in; but your eyes go wide, and you're choking on your next words.

"Call… Call who?" Playing dumb, dancing on a razor's edge, and Miguel only quirks up an eyebrow at the stupid question.

"You know who." He says it low, smooth and dulcet as he curls his fingers at that sweet spot, experimenting. "I'll help you, fine. But I want you to call your ex, too. Let him know when to expect us. Is that okay, sweetheart ?"

That last word comes with a twang, the lilting tone of what sounds like mockery. He twists the knife, nudging the flat of his palm onto your clit – still tender and throbbing from your last orgasm.

Before you change your mind, you pick up the phone laid face down on the bedside table, pressing shaky fingers to its screen. You don't dare to look up, knowing Miguel is watching; dark eyes studying your every move.

Flicking his wrist this way and that, he swallows roughly as your fingers stutter on the screen. Not completely satisfied, he still has the time to look smug, settling into a comfortable pace. Finally, your phone rings with a tell-tale dial tone. It rings once. It rings twice, and–

"Hello? " The voice is muffled as it says your name. Put it on speaker, Miguel mouths and you oblige.

"Hey, J-Jamie." The phone is shaky in your hands, so you lay it out next to you on the bed.

"It's late, baby." You don't have time to be annoyed at his tone – or the unwarranted pet name – because Miguel speeds up, pumping in and out of you with a little more force.

"I… I know. S-Sorry." You clamp down the moans that threaten to erupt, rocking your hips in time with the thrusts.

Head lolling back into the sheets, you spend a good ten seconds in oblivious bliss, until Jamie breaks the silence.

"You've been ignoring me for ages, baby… and then you call out of the blue. What is it?" He's tired, it sounds like. Irritated for sure.

"Just w-wanted to–" Miguel presses his thumb to your clit and you jump. Once back down to earth he has to prompt you to answer. "-my stuff! Fuck , I just want to pick up my stuff."

"...now?"

Tomorrow. Miguel mouths.

"Tomorrow. " You repeat, wrapping a hand around his forearm to slow him down. It's too much, too fast; and he has the audacity to add another finger, scissoring out to stretch your cunt.

"O-kay. " He clicks his tongue, with some things rustling in the background. "Okay. You're acting weird, but..."

You're conflicted. His tone makes you melt, reaching for your phone to answer when Miguel snakes a hand under your shirt, palming your tits. To your surprise, he presses shaky kisses to the skin, rolling around your nipple with the flat of his tongue. You keen, clamping a hand around your mouth to stop the noises that spill out.

"...we still need to talk about what happened. About how we left things."

Anger flares up at your chest; hot at the sheer gall. He wants to talk? Now, when you had been met with a brick wall of silence; begging and begging for even a simple explanation?

What made it sting even more was that even after the breakup, everything happened on Jamie's terms. He broke up with you, providing little warning. He completely ghosted you, refusing to answer countless calls and messages. And now, he wants to talk; to make himself feel better and wank off his own ego, no doubt. It's not bitterness that makes you press Miguel closer, to revel in the pleasure that he gives you, you convince yourself. It's for you ; finally, unabashedly, just for you.

You don't bother to answer, hanging up the call with a click. Tugging at his hair, you pull him off with a wet pop; slick-soaked fingers slipping out of your cunt.

He cradles your chin, angling you upwards.

"You okay? Too much?" It barely registers; you're too focused on the tangle of curls framing his face, and the rosy pout of messy lips.

You shake your head, writhing against the sheets.

"More." You move his hand over to rest between your legs. "Please, Miguel."

His eyes flutter, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

He says it with sobering clarity, bolstered by just how precisely he slots against your bare pussy. You can feel it, the full length of his cock; pressed up against you as he slips it out of his sweats. Head spinning, it slaps onto your stomach. Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. Oh fuck. He's big.

"Just like that." He coos, spitting into his palm and pumping his cock. “Wanna see how pretty you look when I make you cum.”

~~~

When tomorrow comes, you’re still sore from the litany of bruises and hickeys littered. It’s a Saturday, and you’re up bright and early. Well, Miguel is up bright and early, clattering around in the kitchen as you wake up.

He seems energised, mug of coffee in hand whilst you rub the sleep from your eyes. You waltz into the kitchen through the open doorway, morning breath and all.

"Morning," You say, soft and giggly at the way he jumps ten feet in the air, too wrapped up in himself to notice at first.

"Morning." He breathes, melting when he sees you in the shirt he had picked out for you last night. He shakes himself out of it. "Hungry? I can make something."

"No, no. M'good." You sidle up to the counter, head clocked at the fancy machine on the heavy slab. There's a question on the tip of your tongue, one you roll between your teeth. "Could I have some coffee? I mean… could you show me how?"

Where you expect laughter, mockery, or surprise that you've lived here for months and can't figure out the coffee machine; he nods, patient and calm. You ask him more questions; curious with every flick of a switch, and the way he lights up when talking about it. To your surprise, you want to know more – anyway that comes.

He's talking about expensive beans, and his favourite roasts – and a place across town that sells the exact kind he likes, but it's too fucking gentrified for him to go there more than two or three times a year. That makes you giggle: his little pout, the press of brow; and he looks up in surprise before joining you in light laughter.

You finish, pouring cream into his special mug with a flourish, and he steals a sip before you can. You elbow him away, angling for that stolen taste. When you do, it is deep and rich; sweet in a way that reminds you of Miguel, grounded and balanced and silky. In short, it's the perfect cup of coffee. More than content, you hum.

"Is it good?" He asks because he's already making mental notes, planning to greet you with a hot flask of the stuff in the mornings – if it means he gets that smile, of course.

"Very." Fervently you nod, lips curved to the ceramic as you blow; and Miguel is trying really hard not to stare. Maybe it's the fact that he's seen you in a way not everyone gets to; pretty and vulnerable and writhing on the tip of his cock; but it has him fending off vivid daydreams. Your lips wrapped around his length, his hand pressing you further down, feeling that warmth as you choke on his–

He blinks and you're gone, padding off to your room with that mug of coffee. You return not too long after, phone in hand and tapping away at the screen. Miguel ignores the way it makes him feel, having your attention and then losing it just as quickly. Like a kicked puppy, he resists the urge to beg for more – of your time, of your attention – turning away to clean up instead.

"I spoke to Jamie," You start, leaning with your back to the counter as he rolls up the sleeves of a comfy sweater. "He said he'll be around later in the evening, after his shift. Around 10. Is that okay?"

He shrugs, not caring either way. You're a friend, and he's helping you because that's what friends do. He can still taste you on his lips, but it doesn't mean anything. Not in a way you'd want, anyways.

"Sure." He doesn't turn around, stealing glances at the open window whilst he clatters around. "I've got a session later on anyways."

He catches a flash of something on your face, and you're pushing it away; prickly and uncomfortable. In his defence, he's stopped bringing people over for faux chemistry tutoring and there's less banging coming from across the wall. Less , but not completely gone, because you've learnt he has a penchant for dropping shit and cursing like someone's Dad.

But you can't help but think about Sarah , and Jia …. and how close he would get to Sita on the dining table. Fuck .

You're sighing now, tracing the curve of his jaw as he settles in front of the window: jaw set, arms crossed, and distant. He does that sometimes, goes off somewhere else – all teeth and claws. Tense, brows drawn up in a way that makes you want to smooth them out.

You put your phone down and mug away, sliding across linoleum to gently nudge his shoulder with your own.

"Are we…" He starts, and you track his line of sight to a quiet street below. He hums, without looking away. "Are we good?"

It makes you turn. You blink, as if out of all the nonsense you bicker about daily, that was the most ridiculous. Good? Good? Of course we are, of course we always will be. How could we be anything else? You shut it down before it spills out of your mouth, overzealous and desperate.

He clarifies with a nervous cough. "Last night. Was it… good?"

His frown deepens, and you wonder if it's just you that hears it in his tone. His real question, the one that makes you splinter and creak like a felled oak tree: Was I good? Am I good enough?

"Yeah. " You say it like the most obvious thing in the world – and to you, it is. For all his flaws; assholery and its trimmings aside; Miguel has never been a bad lay. You don't even think he has it in him; he couldn't half-ass it if he tried.

"It was–" Fucking amazing . The kind of thing you'll fuck yourself to for the foreseeable future. Cathartic and breath-taking and hot . All of the above.

Miguel finishes your sentence with something a little less… horny. "It was a lot, wasn't it? I wasn't really thinking, how uncomfortable it could be for you, and–"

Gently, you laugh and cut him off. "I've been having mediocre sex for basically the whole of my adult life, Mig. This is… exciting and new. I like it, I really do."

Exciting and new. It brings him crashing back down to earth. You're enjoying the way he makes you feel, the thrill . Not… him. Not really, anyways. That pang of disappointment feels different, for some reason. He's never liked the song and dance of flirting, but he cherishes its rewards: of being wanted, and someone wanting him . So that fiery flame of need; deep and heady; is unfamiliar under his skin.

"We can slow down, if you'd like." You bring a hand to his arm, warm and gentle. "I don't mind. We can go back to just messing around on the couch…."

You've got a cheeky smile when you say it; a vague memory of a different time, when you had gotten a little too comfortable on the sofa, leading to hands stuffed in trousers and pressed up against one another. Quick and desperate, you had wanted to see him fall apart; like he did your first night together, and the next, and the next.

He gets closer, sandwiching you between the counter and his body. With a gentle hand, he strokes your hip, bunching up the fabric to get a peek of thigh.

“What do you like?” He’s deadly serious, red-brown eyes searching your face for something he can’t quite place. And just like that, the air is thick with tension. All you can manage is a limp shrug.

“I don’t know, really.” It comes out as a croak , as you’re much too occupied with the shrinking gap between you both. “I haven’t done the things you’ve done.”

You’re making assumptions, of course. Filling in the gaps of what you’ve learnt in the past few months; of alleged threesomes and a laundry list of women at his feet. He’s an asshole; pretty and gruff and sarcastic; but God , he knows how to touch you just right.

“I could show you.” He slots a knee between your thighs and your head spins. “Make you feel good. ”

Before you can think, you’re nodding; chewing at your lip to bite back moans when he rucks up your shirt. He nudges your legs apart, both hands on your waist as he slots himself between them. You can feel it; quickly hardening, loose underneath sweats. Miguel slides wide palms to your ass, kneading its globes. With one hand, he picks up your leg by the thigh, and snakes the other to your pussy. Bare, because you’re trying to kill him, of course, and he groans at the feeling of his hand at your cunt; already wet and pliant for him.

After a few wet taps to your hole, obscene, he slips himself out and you heave; pussy fluttering at just the thought of him inside you. Gathering up your slick on his palm, Miguel pumps his weeping cock, pressing its tip to your hole.

"Still sore, Miguel." You hiss, looking down at where you both meet with the prettiest pout he thinks he's ever seen.

It has you clawing at his back for purchase as he finally sinks in, stretching you out in that wonderful way he did last night. Except this time, he's slow and careful; steeling himself with shaky breaths.

"Oh, fuck. " He settles in about halfway, stopping to hike up your leg just a bit higher. "Want me to make you feel better?"

He says it breathless and crooning, forehead comes to rest on yours. With that other hand flat on the counter, you're lifted up to only toes on the floor, and he angles himself to buck up; filling you deep, and cock sliding past that sweet spot inside. He sets a pace, grinding into you, rather than fucking. If last night was dirty ; taboo, quick and primal; then this morning feels different. Intimate and reverent, he rolls his hips perfectly ; sending flashes of that first night down your spine.

With the moans that spill out of your mouth, it takes all of Miguel's willpower not to swallow them in a kiss. Impossibly close, he traces up your thigh with a large palm; eventually pressing into the small of your back. Arching into him, your lips barely brush together, and you're both panting into open mouths; drunk on pleasure.

"Miguel." There's a warning somewhere in your tone; underneath the layers of lust, you remind him of your previous agreement.

"I… I know. " He swallows, nose pressed to yours, eyes screwed shut. He thinks if he opens them, he might spill into you right then and there.

He's trying, he really is, tracing your cheek with his nose and mouthing at your neck – light kisses against the skin. He smells like coffee, bittersweet and heady, and you groan, rocking into him in a way that rubs up against your clit – before finding an ounce of restraint and putting a hand to his neck.

You apply a little pressure, intending to push him away, but he likes it: eyes fluttering open, and mouth curved into a little O. It's a pretty sight that has you drooling, tits pressed against him as he practically purrs . And so, you pull him closer; nails dancing underneath his shirt, whispering filth into the shell of his ear. You're close, grinding into him like the push and pull of waves, merely waiting for the crescendo of orgasm to take you out to sea.

"I'm close, Miguel." All he can do is hum, pulling you closer. "Fuck, I feel so good. You make me feel so good."

"Yeah? " He asks, needy in a way you haven't quite seen before.

"M'gonna cum," You nod. "...because of you, baby. You did good. So good. Shit, ohh –g-god–"

You clamp down on him, gushing around him with shaky legs. And Miguel is good; patient as he watches you fuck yourself through the aftermath. When it finally slows, he slips out with an obscene squelch clamping a hand to the base of his cock and leaning heavily on the counter.

"It's okay," As if on cue, you kneel in front of him as best you can, tugging down your shirt to expose collarbone and the swell of tits.

Miguel growls, grunting as he splatters thick cum across your chest, pumping his poor cock through it.

He wouldn't have lasted a second longer, not with that smile across your face; smug as you swipe fingers across your chest and lick up the mess he's made.

He's sighing, tucking himself back into gray sweats and pulling you up with a hand in yours; grumbling as you absentmindedly follow him to the sofa.

You're leaning back onto the arm of the tattered material, and he settles to sit so your legs lay in his lap. He's frowning, again, and it makes you giggle, still licking up what's left on your fingers.

He rolls his eyes, tapping a spot on your chin. A fat glob of his cum, dripping from your jaw to your neck. You miss it on the first swipe, and he gets impatient on the second, grabbing your hands and clambering over you. He drags the flat of his tongue to your skin, licking it up for you – and your eyes go wide. That… that felt good.

You giggle at the sensation, so attuned to your roommate that you can hear it: his eyes clattering into the back of his skull, as he rolls his eyes a second time.

"Is that okay?" He says it into the skin, pausing over a particularly tender spot. "Not too far?"

"Feels nice, Mig." You sigh, content. Sun streams in on a lazy morning, and you're sore in the kind of way that feels good; fucked out and blissful.

You lean into it, and then he sucks , teeth clashing onto the skin as he gives you a hickey and the juncture of your jaw. You wriggle, and he pins you down with one big hand holding down your arm, nipping and kissing and soothing it with a flash of tongue. This time he smiles, wrapping around your middle, tugging down your shirt to decorate your chest with hickeys. You play with his hair, wrapping soft curls between your fingers.

You spend a little too long like that; curved into him, spines moulded to the shape of each other. It feels nicer than either of you would care to admit; the pretense of sex wrapped around you both like a thin veil. Before he leaves, Miguel indulges himself just this once; head on your chest and sinking into those arms wrapped around him. You smell like coffee and sweat and Autumn, somehow. He presses kisses wherever he can reach, for a bit longer.

Miguel is okay. He's doing just fine.

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 1 year

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I'm obsessive over my Constantine Jr Au (which still needs a fic name for, I'm open to suggestions) because

this is a cranky danny. he's spent years fighting with no end in sight, with parents who he can't trust and his only companions never truly understanding what he's going through.

he vapes CBD for the pain he's constantly in. he drank alco/hol once to help him sleep, but his parents smelt it on his breath and, just like with their research, took that to believe EVERYTHING they'd ever suspected about danny to be true: that he drinks, he does dru/gs, he's in a gang. the only thing they've never suspected their son of--being a ghost--is the one thing he actually does.

then, right on the cusp of eighteen and freedom, he gets outed. AND transformed into a seven-year-old.

this is not a danny who is willing to play at being a child. and if anyone tries to, they're in for a foul time.

Danny was 17, transformed into a 7 year old and hides in Bludhaven, and is 8 when the police finally figure out that, hey, this weird kid who keeps altering us to crime scenes is usually right on the money about who the killer is, we should investigate that. Officer Grayson is on the case!

And discovers that he absolutely can't STAND this kid.

He thought he liked kids! Everyone thought he liked kids! but this kid...

This isn't called the Constantine Jr AU because Danny is a supernatural detective, or because Danny might be Constantine's kid. Its because Danny is an unrepentant little bas/tard and he makes it everyone's problem.

Danny vapes and blows bubblegum smoke in Grayson's face.

He takes out a flask and Grayson's grabs it, learning its full of orange juice. Danny then takes out a second flask, this one with vod/ka.

He wears a trenchcoat he found in the trash (the same trenchcoat Nightwing wears in DC vs Vampires, if you know you know) but the end and the sleeves are cut off for his hands and legs. the pockets are roughly around his knees.

Grayson is desperate to figure out more about this kid, but he doesn't go to batman because, time-line wise, this is right before red hood starts running around. Jason is dead/alive-in-hiding, Tim is Robin, and Dick is mad about it. (ages-- Bruce: ? Nightwing: 24 Jason: 19 Tim: 15 Danny: 8 Damien: 7-8)

he doesn't really bond with the kid until they're both kidnapped by a gang for hostages, and Danny's big kid emotions get a hold of him (he thought he could escape them bc he's an adult, he's gone through worse, but nope! child brain chemistry). Grayson is worried that he's hurt and in pain, but Danny confesses that he's always in pain. he has nerve damage all over his body, and the only thing he really trusts is CBD. He feels like shit for taking his juul away, but more importantly, because he's been treating Danny like a irritant and just a little kid.

they get rescued and Grayson tries to take him back to his home, but Danny reveals he's homeless, saying something like "I sleep where it suits me, just drop me off whereever."

Absolutely not, Grayson is taking kid back to his place for a bed, food, and a shower, in whatever order the kid wants.

Danny stays semi-perminantly at his apartment, but Nightwing tries not to push it, because this kid practically screams flight risk. unfortunately, the paparazzi have nothing better to do and snap a pick of Grayson and Danny getting dinner together, speculating that Dick's taken after Bruce

Danny doesn't care too much; I think his ghost form is the same, if glitchy, so his parents don't know about the deaging. Grayson is mildly panicking, but its not like he HASN'T been considering adopting the evil troglodyte. Even Bruce, Tim, and Alfred aren't the problem.

No, the problem is the Red Hood, a crime boss who just cut 8 people's heads off, seeing what looks like Nightwing pulling an innocent kid into the neverending fight against crime and Seeing Green.

Edit: Had to censor sh!t because ths wasn't showing up in the tags

#constantine jr au #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #deaged danny fenton #c: danny fenton #c: dick grayson #c: jason todd #dp crossover #dc crossover #i love the idea of nightwing just HATING danny before getting to know him #because he's still hung up about the Tim problem #but also because danny is just a little sh!t #I really want Jazz to be involved in this story somehow #as nightwing's eventual love interest #but the main point of this story is for dick to break past danny defenses to give him a loving parent again #damien's going to HATE danny in the future #bc danny's smart and grayson HIS batman adopted him and takes him out on cases as civilians #damien clearly is going to try to compete with danny for nightwing's attention and love #despite it not being necessary

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watsittoyah · 10 months

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Rough oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink, hair pulling.

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 8- In A Snap

You feel air fill your lungs and when your eyes open you see all white. You blink several times as you notice you’re in a hospital room. You go to sit up but your ribs hurt. “Baby cakes.” You turn to see your grandmother enter the room and she cups your face and kisses it.

“Oh thank you lord for keeping her with us.” She looks back down at you and you go to speak but your throat feels raw. “Be careful. Here have some water.” She brings a straw to your lips and you take a sip.

The cold liquid felt good to your throat as you lay back on the bed. “W..what happened?” You ask looking for Miguel. “You were in an accident four days ago. That goblin thing had set off some bombs that had hurt a lot of people. From what the EDC says, those bombs were laced with some toxins that if ingested, can cause your insides to liquify. You somehow inhaled more than others but it didn’t hurt you too bad. Your stomach did lose a bit of its lining but you will be okay.”

“That’s, scary. Where’s Miguel?” You ask. “He was here everyday you were in here. It took me, your grandfather and several nurses to convince him to go home and get some rest. He had wanted to be here when you woke up but he looked so tired.” You nod and hear the door open. Your grandfather walks in through the door with your friends. “Hey T!” Erica says as she walks over to you. “Hi.” You say sitting up. Monica and Jerry had placed some flowers down for you and they give you a group hug.

“I know we all just came here, but let’s let her have some rest. Baby cakes we will be back tomorrow.” You nod as your grandparents guides everyone out of the room. You look out the window and see darkness.

You hear the door open and when you turn around you expect to see your grandparents, maybe they forgot something but instead. It was Miguel.

He looked so tired and you see a bit of grey at the temple of his hair. You lift your hand to him and he comes to you. He takes a hold of you and he carefully hugs you.

He looks down and he kisses your lips. “Hi.” He breathes out to you. “Hi…you look tired. Please tell you got some rest.” He doesn’t answer you, instead he smoothed out your sheets. “You might not know it, but you had a lot of people waiting for you to wake up. Even Mr Stark had showed up.”

“He did? Wow, I’m…shocked.” Miguel pulls up a chair and he sits down. “Did you catch that goblin person?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “No, they had got away. I don’t know why they attacked that part of town like that. But if they did so to cause panic then they succeeded.”

You reach out and touch his face. He had a bit of a beard. “I’m sorry if I worried you. You look like you missed a month of sleep.” He gives a weak side smile. “Puedo dormir más tarde, mi amor. I’m just happy that you’re okay. I thought I had lost you.” You see his eyes water and you crawl over to him. “Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. And from how I’m feeling I’m pretty sure I’m going to be home for a while. I’m sure you’re going to get tired of me.” You tell him but he shakes his head.

“Imposible. I could never get tired of you. Now please lay back down and rest, amor.” He helps you lay back and he tucks you in. “What are you going to do? I’m sure you can’t stay here all night, the visiting hours are over.” He gives you a look letting you know that visiting hours aren’t going to stop him from staying. “Don’t worry, amor. As long as I know you’re fine, then I’ll be fine.” He yawns as he leans back in the chair.

You see him close his eyes and after a few minutes you hear his breathing evens out. You slip out of bed and you take one of your sheets and lay it across Miguel. You lean in and carefully kiss his forehead. He sighs and you decide to go use the bathroom.

When you finish up, you wash your hands and you lift your hospital gown. You see your ribs were bruised black and blue. “Damn I look crazy as hell.” You say as you smooth the gown back down. You go back to the room and make sure not to disturb Miguel.

Instead of going to sleep, you flip on the tv and watch it on the lowest sound you can manage. You start watching an old western that you’ve seen when you were little with your grandfather. The cowboys were about to ride off to the enemies territory when a the just in news headline crawls across the screen.

“The latest attack on Downtown Nueva York Residents has rocked the nation. The villain of this event is called the Green Goblin. No one knows where they’ve came from but they’re wondering has Spider-Man met his match?”

You turn to your sleeping boyfriend and worry for him. Those pumpkins that the green goblin had released could’ve hurt more people. They could’ve hurt Miguel.

You know Miguel wouldn’t want you in his line of work, but you’ll be damned if you didn’t put your tech engineering skills to use to help him. You were going to be home for a while, so why not make a few gadgets for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?

••••

“Where do you think you’re going?” Erica says stopping you at the door of the apartment. You sigh and lift up the trash bag. “I was going to take the trash out if you must know, mother hen.”

“Alright smart-ass, your grandparents and our friends have put me in charge to make sure you don’t choke on your oatmeal. I’m just making sure you make it another day.” You kiss your middle finger and flip her off as you head outside of the door.

As you walk to the garbage shoot, your mind starts to tinker with the secret gadgets in your room. “If I connect the green wire with the orange one, I’m sure I can get the boosters in a better recoil. But how do I stop the smoke smell?” You turn and you bump into Miguel.

“Amor, what are you doing?” He asks as he crosses his arms looking down at you. “What? Can’t a girl take out her trash in peace and not get the third degree?” He laughs at your reply as he walks back with you to your apartment.

Once he’s inside, he says hello to Erica while Milo climbs up his leg. “Hola niño.” He scoops him up and you walk to the kitchen. “Miguel, do you want anything to eat, while you’re here?” You ask him as you wash your hands. “I’m fine amor. I just came over to check on you. I heard your getting the green light on going back to work next week. You must be happy, finally leaving the house after being cooped up for the past two weeks.”

“You have no idea. But I have been keeping my mind busy. Can I show you some stuff at your place?” You ask. “Sure, amor. Do you need me to help you with anything?” You shake your head. “Nope, I’ll meet you at your place in ten minutes.”

“Hey, you better not be going over to Miguel’s place to get busy. You know the doctor said no strenuous activity for a few more days.” You glare at Erica. “Shut up.” You tell her. “Miguelito, you better get your girl. She ain’t have dick in so long she done lost her mind.”

“I’ll make sure she behaves. And we won’t do anything crazy. Amor, let’s go.” You give him a one second hand signal and you go to your room and grab your duffel bag.

Miguel eyes the bag in your hand as you two leave the apartment. “What’s in there, mi corazón?” He asks as he lets you into his place first. “I’m glad you asked, wait, let me just put this on the table. And you might want to sit down for this.”

You open your bag and place the items on the table. “So I know you don’t want me near your other job. And while I was on bed rest I was thinking maybe I can help you in another way…” You hand him the first gadget.

“What’s this?” He asks studying. “That is an exoskeleton. You can have it on under your spider suit and when you’re hit, it gives a great recoil that when hit it will be sent back 100% at the enemy. But don’t press that button, it’ll make it activate now and I’m sure you don’t want it attached to your face.” He places the gadget down. “What’s this? It’s looks like a pen.”

“Oh that is a neutralizer. It’s a base for any antidote. I’m still working the kinks out for that one but this gadget, is my favorite.” You lift up a small ball and balance it between your fingers. “That’s just a ball, amor.” You shake your head. “No, this is a web bomb. I know how your webs work, and if you ever have a web block, then you can release this and it’ll stun your enemies, in a non lethal way of course.” You hand it to Miguel and he just looks at you in awe.

“Tienes una mente increíble, mi amor.” Your face warms from the compliment. “It’s my strongest muscle, why not flex it from time to time? Oh there’s this small button on it, an-” You accidentally press it and you get sprayed with the webbing.

Miguel holds in his laugh but you shake your head. “No, it’s funny. Go ahead and laugh.” You grimace as you get the sticky substance off of your face. “Here let me help you.” Miguel helps gets the webbing out of your hair and off of your face. “You might need to go wash yourself up. You can use my bathroom. I’d say you can use the shower but I’m switching out the shower heads.”

“That’s fine, can I borrow a shirt?” You ask as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll go get you one and a towel.” You enter his bathroom and you get the bath ready.

You had left some things at his place so you use your bananas and cream bubble bath to make bubbles.

Once you strip off your clothes you dip your toes into the bathtub and you sigh feeling the hot water. You settle in the tub and relax. “This feels so good.” You say as you use some of your soap and wash your arms with your wash cloth. “Amor, I got you a shirt, and you had a pair of shorts here.” Miguel says as he pops his head in. “Thank you, baby. And I hope those gadgets help you.”

“They will, I’ll make sure I use them.” You lift your leg to clean it and from the corner of your eye you see Miguel staring. “Would you like to join me?” You ask as you blow some bubbles off of your hands. “No, because you and I both know what will happen if I join you. You won’t be getting clean only dirtier. I should go.”

“You don’t have to leave. You can just help me wash my back.” You flirt as you sit up, letting the soap and suds wash down your breasts. You hear Miguel gulp as he enters the bathroom and places your things down.

“I’m just going to wash your back and then I’ll leave the rest to you. Okay amor?” You nod as you look up at him as he kneels besides the bathtub.

You shift forward and lift your curls as you let him have access to your back to wash. As he gets the cloth soapy, you look at his biceps and bite your bottom lip. “Have your arms always been that big?”

“Sí, mi amor. Why?” He asks as he washes your back. “No reason, I guess I’ve never really took notice on how big you are. Or just how big you are in general.” Your eyes land on his crotch and he tsks.

“I know that look, Tommie. Your bruises have only just started to fade away. I can’t give you new ones.” You turn your head slightly to him. “Yes you can, you can leave bruises on my thighs. Like when you grip them. Or you can just give me love bites on your favorite parts of my body.” You take his hand and guide it under the water between your thighs.

He clenches his jaw and moves his hand. “Amor, I can’t.” He tells you. Feeling rejected you look away from him. “I understand, I…I get it.”

“I will continue being a gentleman, and I will help you continue cleaning.” You shake your head but he insists. “Amor, what man would I be if I just let you do this on your ow? But while I have you here, let me show you the shower head I purchased. It’s a double head and it has amazing pressure from what the reviews say.”

Miguel pulls the lower shower head out and he turns it on. “Déjame ver tu mano, mi amor.” You offer him your hand and he sprays the shower head, showing you the pressure. “Does it feel nice?”

“It does, I like that actually.” Miguel then sprays it against your breasts and you jerk back. “Was that too much?” He asks in a soft tone. “Not too much, it’s just my breasts are kind of sensitive.” You tell him. “Hmm, I’ll be careful. Why don’t you lean back and relax for me. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.” He gives a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes and you lean back.

“Princesa, you’re almost clean but you missed an important spot.” He brings the shower head between your legs and you grip the bathtub as the water pressure massages your clit.

“Oh god.” Your head falls back as Miguel watches you. “I bet you’re going to love taking showers here more often, amor. I think you’ll love this setting even more.” He switches the setting and you jerk and grab his arm. “Mi…Miguel, right there, right there, right there.” You moan out to him. “Tommie, my sweet girl. I don’t want the whole building to hear you. Pero tengo algo para esa bonita boca tuya.” Miguel unzips his pants and you watch as he strokes himself in front of you.

“You want to taste this amor?” You nod and you reach out to touch him but he shakes his head. “First things first, show me how you play with yourself with the shower head.” He hands it to you and you watch him stroke as you let the water pressure fuck you.

Miguel stands up as he stroke from the tip all the way down to the base. “Go to the third setting, Tommie. And don’t move it until I say so, I want to watch you squirm for me.” He says as he watches you with hungry red eyes.

You switch to the third setting and you practically jerk your legs closes. “No, no, mantén las piernas abiertas.” You open your legs back up and you massage one of your breasts as you continue spraying your clit. “Someone is being loud. I’m sure the neighbors will be knocking any moment now. Keep up with that and ponte de rodillas.” He says as he moves close to you.

You get on your knees for him and he gets a hold of your hair and he slaps the tip against your tongue. “See I won’t leave any bruises on your body. Maybe just in your throat. Open for me.” You open your mouth for him and he sinks in.

He places both of his hands in the back of your head and he tells you to suck slow while you turn the setting back to the first. You do as you’re told and he bites his lip watching you suck.

“Ay…mi amor. Suck it just like that.” He starts to penetrate your mouth and you make noises with your throat. You move your hips as the water pressure causes a build up in your lower stomach. “You want me to come down your throat don’t you?” He asks as he slides his dick all the way out of your mouth. “Yes please.” You moan. “Mmm, say it in Spanish for me.” He says to you.

“Por favor, ven papi.” His eyes rolls back and he holds your head still. “Good girl, good fucking girl.” He starts bucking his hips as he face fucks you. You suck him deeper as his dick hits the back of your throat.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Miguel moans as he grips your hair. Your walls clench for a second as you moan and cum as he shoots down your throat. He sags a bit as he slides his dick out of your mouth. He turns off the shower head and you look at him like he’s meat and you’re a hungry lion.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave any new bruises on my body, baby?” You ask as you suck his thumb. He gives a slight growl and he snatches you out of the bathtub not caring that you’re making him wet from the water. “Fuck it.”

Is all he says as he leads you to his bedroom…

••••

It was time for you to go back to work. You were all healed, and refreshed. When you make it to the building, earlier than normal you see Mr Stark in passing.

“Good morning Mr Stark.” You greet. “Morning Miss Valentine. I take that you’re well rested and feeling better.”

“I am sir, thank you for the time off.” He nods. “Right well be sure not to get into a situation like that again…this place would be lost without you. Now today we will be going to Trenton, there is a school there that I am opening. It’s for gifted minds.”

“That’s sounds very nice of you sir.” You compliment him. He gives a small smile but fixes his face. “Right, anyways along the way to Trenton I will make a short stop to have a meeting with Mr. D’Angelo.” You clench your jaw and give a nod.

“I’ll be sure to have all of your paperwork ready then sir.” You start walking to your office but stop only when Mr Stark calls out after you. “It’s good to have you back, Miss Valentine.” You give a nod and smile as you open your office door. I guess Mr Stark has his good days...

The stop before Trenton was making you drag your feet. As you sat with Mr Stark in his jet you had heard him talking about the current events of Spider-Man.

“…he is a mad man. And not only that, I don’t trust him. Who is the man under that mask?” He says to Bruce. “I don’t know sir, I like him. He does steady work and he keeps Nueva York safe. Besides, what about those other vigilantes? Uh their names I think they’re called the Aveng-” There was a bit of turbulence.

Once it is settled you clear your throat. “Mr Stark, I have to say I admire Spider-Man. If you recall he saved my life those weeks ago from the Green Goblin attack.”

“He is still a mad man. If he is a hero shouldn’t he want to be unmasked so he can get some credit for his so called good deeds?”

“I’m sure he has a family he has to look out for. He has enemies and those enemies would target them. What if your son were Iron Man? And his enemies targeted you and your wife? How would you feel?” Mr Stark was silent. “Miss Valentine knows what she’s talking about. I say Spider-Man is one of the good guys.” Bruce gives you a wink and you smile in a matter of fact way.

Mr Stark brings up another subject and you look at your laptop to check for updates. You get a ping and see Miguel had left you a message.

I tested out your web bomb and it works perfectly, amor.

Your heart swells with joy after reading that.

I’m so happy! Please be safe out there. And you don’t have to check up on me today, I’ll in Trenton with Mr Stark.

He writes back immediately.

I can swing to Trenton without breaking a sweat, princesa. But I will let you do your own thing. If anything happens please remember to call me immediately. I will be there.

You go to write back but you hear the flight attendants say that you will be landing soon. You power down your laptop and put your things in your bag.

When you finally land, you take your phone out and you mention to Miguel about Mr Stark having a meeting with Mr D’Angelo.

Your call screen immediately lights up. “I’ll be right there, Mr Stark I just have to answer this call.” You pick it up and walk a few feet away and answer. “Miguel, I’m working right now.”

“I know, amor. But I just want to be sure, Dana won’t be there will she?”

“I don’t believe so. Mr Stark did only mention that he was meeting with her father. I’ll be sure to keep away from her if she does pop up.”

“Okay, good. And Tommie I mean it. If you need me just call me and I will come no matter what.” How did you get so lucky to get a man like this in your life?

“Okay, now I need to get going. I love you and I’ll text you when I can.” Miguel tells you he loves you as well and you hang up, walking back to Mr Stark.

The meeting place for Mr D’Angelo was in a private massage parlor. You and Bruce share a look and he puts his hands up. “Your guess is as good as mine. Rich people are a mystery to me too.”

You go sit in the lobby and you decide to do some planning for Mr Stark’s schedule for next week. But just then something in the air was different. When you look up you see three girls enter the lobby. The first two girls were a blonde and a redhead. But the third one you knew very well.

“Oh, hello Tommie! I didn’t know you’d be here?” Dana says as she walks over and hugs you. You don’t hug her back but you give her a fake smile. “Really? Your father didn’t mention that I would be here with Mr Stark?” You just knew she was lying somehow.

“Nope, he didn’t tell me a thing. But since you’re here how about joining us? This place is the best, it has mud baths, hot rock massages and even facials.”

“Dana we could’ve went to any of the fifty ones in this cit-” Dana cuts her eyes at the redhead and then back at you. “What do you say?” Dana asks.

“Sorry, but I will decline. I am on the clock and I have some emails to answer and schedules to plan.” You tell her. She pouts like a child. “You can’t take a small break? I figured you’d want some relaxation considering what happed to you. That was truly scary. Wasn’t that scary Jules and Mellisa?”

“Definitely scary.” The blonde and redhead answered. “I am relaxed. Thank you for the offer but I just want to get back into the swing of things.” You tell her hoping she’ll give up.

“Okay, I guess I’ll leave you alone for now. But I do want to tell you I apologize for my behavior for last time. I had a few too many drinks before you came and when you left I just felt so shitty. Do you forgive me?”

Is she? Is she serious?

“Yeah, I forgive you.” You lie. “Oh thank goodness, I don’t know how I’d feel if you didn’t. Well I guess I’ll never know. I’ll let you get back to work. Have a nice day Tommie.” She walks away with her friends and you go on your phone to tell Miguel but she came right back.

“Oh! Tommie I almost forgot to tell you. My parents are holding an event and I wanted to invite you and Miguel. I’m sure you two will look so adorable dressed up.”

You keep your face relaxed when she mentions Miguel. “I’m sure we will be busy around that time.” She raises a brow at you. “Funny I didn’t mention the day.”

Shit she caught you.

“What I meant to say is that he and I are often busy these days, so it’s a possibility that we won’t be able to make it.”

“Oh alright. Well just in case you can, the dinner will be held next month, in Le Rose. I really hope you two can make it.” She walks away from you and the fake smile you had instantly goes away.

“I’m not going to that, and neither is Miguel.” You mutter as you side eye where Dana was standing moments before.

••••

It’s been a long time since you’ve hung out with your friends. So when Monica had sent a group text, you were actually looking forward to going out.

Miguel was driving you and Erica to the location and Erica was feeling a bit iffy about the plans. “…no because who told Monica that this was a good idea for all of us to try this horror restaurant? T? Miguel? I’m telling you right now. If something jumps out at me? I’m swinging first and asking questions later.” Erica says leaning between the two of your seats. “E, it’s going to be alright. I looked up the place. They have a menu that represents the different horror movies and they have a really great alcohol selection.”

“That’s why she chose this place. She’s about to get drunk. Well if that’s the case, I’m not holding her hair in the bathroom. And you two better not leave me either.”

“We will not leave you behind, Erica. Right amor?” “Right, we won’t leave you. Besides, Monica only reserved a table for us to eat and talk. It’s not like she did the group specials.”

“What’s the group specials?” Erica asks. Even Miguel looked curious. “One of them is you have a group reading. Another is where you summon up spirits to talk to them.”

“Oh no, no, no. You guys can drop me off at the next McDonald’s because I’m not playing that. Don’t look at me like that guys. We are people of color. We don’t do stuff like that. And T you know how Monica is. She will get drunk and want to do one of those activities. I don’t know about you but having the Green Goblin or the Vulture or that alien thing terrorizing the city is enough for me. Thank you.”

You take a hold of Miguel’s hand and he squeezes it. “I’m sure we’re going to have a good time. I mean what could possibly go wrong?” Erica groans from the back seat. “Why did you say that?”

When you three arrive you enter inside and see Monica and Jerry already at the booth. You all join them and you see Monica already having a few drinks in front of her. “Hi guys.” Jerry says greeting all of you. You all greet back and take your seats in the booth.

“This place-how did you find out about it?” Erica asks as she looks the menu over. “One of my co workers was telling me about this place. He said the drinks here are really good.”

“Oh the drinks…like the two you have in front of you.” Erica says through her teeth as she glances at you and Miguel. You mouth for her to behave and you look the menu over with Miguel.

“I think I’ll have the mini Freddy Krueger pizza. That sounds good, with the pepperoni and mushroom slices. What are you getting?”

“The hell-raiser sampler platter sounds good. It comes with blacked chicken tenders, fries and…bloody honey mustard.”

“Oh can I try one of your fries then?” You ask as you both decide on what you two will be eating. The waiter comes over to the booth and asks what drinks would everyone like to start with. “I’ll have another one of the child’s play margaritas.” Monica replies.

“No, she will have some water. I’ll have the we all float down here screw ball.” Erica orders. “I’ll have a refill on my not so lucky leprechaun dirty ice tea.” Jerry tells them. “I’ll just have a candy man honey whisky neat.” Miguel says. “I’ll have the dawn of the dead chocolate spiced mixer.” You all put in your food orders in as well and the waiter lets you know that the food and drinks will be ready shortly. When they walk away, you all start light conversation.

“So, Tommie how have you been?” Monica asks as she sucks down the last of her drink. “I’ve been good. I’m all healed up.”

“That’s good, Miguel I bet you’re happy. You looked miserable for those few days.” Jerry comments. “I was.” Miguel looks at you and you look away. You don’t like the thought of Miguel being miserable because of how you were hurt.

“Enough about the past, we all wanna know something. When are y’all getting married?” Erica asks as she eats one of the rolls on the table. “Well uh-”

“We will when the time is right. There’s no rush right Miguel?” You say expecting him to agree but you see he’s quiet. And you take notice but the conversation changes again.

“Miguel?” You whisper to him. “Yes amor?” He turns to you and you can’t help but ask. “There’s no rush right? To get married?”

“Amor, there is no rush, but I want you and I to be married one day. Don’t you ever think about it?” You’d be lying if you said no. You often get random thoughts about walking down the aisle and seeing your family around to witness the two of you getting married. You don’t reply but you’re grateful when the drinks make it to the table along with the food.

You look down at your pizza and change the subject. “Your food looks good.” You snag one of Miguel’s fries and take a bite, burning yourself in the process. “Amor be careful.” Miguel tells you as you try to wave him off. “Damn those are hot but the chili powder on them is good. Here have a bite of my pizza.” You offer him some but he declines and makes sure you’re okay…

After the food was devoured and the glasses were empty. You look at the devilish grin that crawled across Monica’s lips.

“Alright, now it’s time for the real fun to begin.” She says with a bit of slur in her words. “Oh nope, I’m out. Miguel, Tommie, we gotta go.”

“Come on guys, it’s nothing crazy it’s just a group reading. We can even go as couples if you guys want.” Erica scowls at her. “How do we go as couples genius? There’s five of us. And I’m not going by myself.”

“Then we can do a group of two and a group of three. I already paid and I’m not wasting my money. Let’s go to the back.” Monica sits up and Erica was pouting with her arms crossed.

“Got us doing this scary shit knowing damn well we not suppose to be doing this scary shit. Monica after tonight don’t invite me anywhere. You hear me?”

You five were lead to the back for the group activities and one of the workers speaks to you all. “Alright so you five have the group reading. Will you all be going together or in sets?”

“Erica, you’re with me and Jerry.” Monica says as she grabs her and pulls her along. Erica looks back at you and Miguel and she whimpers. “If I die, call my mama and daddy. Tell them I was brave.” Monica rolls her eyes at her. “Don’t lie to her parents.” Jerry comments as they go to the back.

As you two were left alone, Miguel holds you from behind. “Qué hay en tu mente, mi corazón?” You relax in his touch and you sigh. “I think about it, a lot. About the future with you. Sometimes it’s scary because it’s like I can see it happening right now. I can see us married, living in our own place, we have the careers we wanted and I see you coming home to me every night. But the scary part is…I feel that I’ll lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You turn to him then. “I know that. I know you’re not going anywhere, but Miguel this…this all feels like in a snap of a finger you could disappear. Or I could disappear.”

“I won’t let that happen again.” You frown at his words as you open your mouth to speak, but you’re interrupted by a loud clapping noise coming from the room. “It sounds like they’re having a good time in there, amor. Are you excited for your reading?”

“I guess so..” What did he mean by again? You wonder.

Previously, Next

(Bonus! I drew some Miguel art cause I was bored)

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don't be late. | miguel o'hara x reader

ᡴꪫ synopsis: miguel needs your help in babysitting his daughter while he's at work. he tells you not to be late but you do just the opposite. pairing: singlefather!miguel x fem!reader cw: smut, fluff, petnames (baby, princess, etc), sex, degradation, praise, fingering, spanking. word count: 4.5k

you were just arriving home from college, pulling into the driveway of your home and parking just outside the garage. getting out of the car and locking it with your car keys, you went up to your front door and unlocked it, walking inside to your mom talking to someone in the kitchen. you recognized that deep, slightly raspy voice.. and that accent—miguel o’hara. he was the single father that lived right next door to you that your parents knew well. hearing the door opening caught their attention, making miguel and your mother peep their heads from the kitchen's entryway, your eyes only meeting miguel’s. he sent a small smile your way that sent heat soaring through your body. he was a handsome, fit, and tall man. he also had a daughter, about 8 years old, that you would often babysit while he was away at work.

walking into the kitchen, you greeted your mother, “hey ma.” you embraced her tightly. “how was your day?” she asked, rubbing your back before you pulled away. “tiring, as always,” you smiled, turning around to greet miguel next. “i thought you’d forget all about me,” he smiled at you fiercely, sending a shiver down your spine. you laughed softly before giving him a brief hug, “of course not mr. o’hara,” he chuckled directly in your ear as he returned the embrace firmly. “good, i’d be hurt if you did,” before you pulled away, he pulled you closer and whispered in your ear raspily, “but i’d make sure you could never forget me, princess.”

you shivered at the name, your legs almost barely giving out. heat rushed to your cheeks almost instantly as he pulled away, rendering you speechless. “oh, y/n, i forgot to mention, miguel needed someone to watch gabriela tomorrow while he’s working and i told him you’d be available. you’ll head your way over around 5pm. will that be alright?” your mothers words knocked you back into reality, clearing your throat and turning around to face her. “oh— yeah..! i don’t have classes tomorrow so that’s fine. it's been a while since i’ve seen her too so it’ll be fun.”

you smiled softly, your mom nodding at your response. miguel looked at you fondly, his arms crossed over his chest. “well, i better get going. i’ve got to get gabriela ready for practice. thank you for letting me stop by,” he smiled at your mother, giving her a brief hug. “oh of course, you’re welcome here any time,” she responded with a softened grin. he nodded, turning over to you. “i’ll see you tomorrow y/n, it was nice seeing you even if it was short lived.” he embraced you again, “it was nice seeing you too mr. o’hara,” you could feel his breath on the shell of your ear, making your own breath hitch. “no llegues tarde, de acuerdo?” you nodded slowly, “s– si,” he pulled away from the hug, smiling at you as if nothing had happened. that's when he took his leave, leaving you staring at the door in which he left through. you were nervous for tomorrow but you were also excited for what was to come.

next thing you know, tomorrow rolls around. you were exhausted, dark circles under your eyes from staying up all night. you pulled an all nighter watching your favorite tv series and didn’t realize how fast the time went by. it was 8am, you decided it was best to get a few hours of sleep, at least, before going to miguel’s house. you even put an alarm on your phone so that you’d be able to wake up on time. however, by a few hours, it was already 4pm by the time you woke up. you yawned tiredly, stretching out your limbs and rubbing your eyes as you heard your alarm going off.

when you went to turn it off, you saw the time and jumped up almost immediately. you had an hour, not even, to get ready. you were scurrying around the house, brushing your teeth, getting ready—in which you threw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt—doing your hair and whatnot; it was 5:10pm by the time you were done. good thing he lived just next door. you hurried over to your neighbors house, giving the door a firm 3 knocks. not even a minute went by once he opened the door, coming face to face with a scowling miguel o’hara. you gulped, already having your reasoning ready. “mr. o’hara i’m very sorry i–” he stopped you with his finger on your lips, shutting you up before you could finish. “nice of you to show up. i’m already 10 minutes late when i specifically asked you to be here on time," miguel sighed, massaging his temples. "i’ll deal with you once i get back.”

you were in deep shit now. although, while he was talking to you, you relished the way he looked in formal attire. your utterly handsome neighbor in a suit, the sleeves hugging his muscles perfectly — you couldn’t stop staring at him. he watched as you gawked at him in awe, making him sigh. he tilted your head up by your chin to look at him, making your eyes meet his. he was close, dangerously close. “i suggest you listen and look at me when i’m talking to you. i’m heading out, take care of gabriela,” and with that, he let go of your chin and got into his car, driving away.

you just stood there like an idiot, stuck in a daze before gabriela peeked her head out from the doorway. “y/n, y/n!” you heard her sweet voice, turning around with a big smile as she hugged you, acting completely normal like you weren’t freaking out on the inside. “hi gabriela! c’mon let’s go play, yeah?” she nodded quickly, pulling back from the embrace and jumping from the excitement. “mhm mhm! i’ll show you my new toys!” she spoke happily, making your heart melt. you went upstairs with her, sitting on the floor of her bedroom as she showed off the different dolls she got. all you were thinking about was what miguel said earlier, i’ll deal with you once i get back. you were in some serious trouble.

you and gabriela have been playing for a couple hours now, she seemed to have an endless amount of energy no matter what you guys did. it was 8pm already, so i decided to doordash some mcdonalds for you and her since she did say she was hungry. while waiting for the food to arrive, you sent her to take a bath, leaving a cute pair of soccer pajamas on her bed for her afterwards. after the food came and you guys ate and such, she brushed her teeth and you tucked her into bed, turning on her nightlight and reading her a bedtime story before she drifted off to sleep.

you placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, leaving the room as quiet as possible. you went downstairs and slumped down on the couch, exhaling tiredly. today was a long day already, and just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard the fumbling of keys in the lock and the door opening. this is it, you thought, knowing full well what was in store for you.

“welcome home mr. o’hara,” you spoke softly, sitting up and speaking as if everything was just fine. “did you guys have fun?” his voice was tired, but cold. the sound of it made you shiver. “y- yeah! we had a lot of fun, actually,” he hummed, taking off his coat and loosening his tie, which you found very attractive. he walked over to you, taking a seat beside you on the couch. “so, tell me why you were late this afternoon.” you cleared your throat, fiddling with your fingers as he asked you that question. “well, you see– i .. have a good reason.”

he raised an eyebrow at you. “oh, really? indulge me,” you went quiet for a moment before speaking up, your eyes not meeting his at all. “well .. i was watching a show last night and didn’t realize how fast time went by and next thing i knew, it was 8am,” you paused. miguel urged you to continue, “go on.” you spoke once again, “so, i set an alarm for 2:50pm and fell asleep, but didn’t wake up until 4pm. which ended up with me being late," when you went to look at him finally, he looked at you blankly. it was as if he was judging you behind those dark, red eyes of his. “so you're telling me, the reason you were late was because you stood up all night watching some tv show?” you nodded slowly, looking away again. he rubbed his temple, uttering a ‘dios mío’ under his breath.

he turned his body towards you completely, taking hold of your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “do you remember what i said to you before i left?” he gazed into your eyes, already growing weak with the way he held eye contact so intently. “..yes.” he hummed again, “good. ‘cause i meant it.” and before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours roughly, tongue prodding at your lips to allow him entry, in which you allowed instantly. his free hand was placed on your thigh, gripping your plush skin tightly, making his veins pulse. the feeling of him kissing you made you whimper, your hands on his muscular chest as he deepened the kiss, leaning in to taste more of you. he pulled you onto his lap, tongue meeting yours as he explored the depths of your mouth. “ .. mierda,” he mumbled in the kiss, his hands gripping your hips, trailing down to the plush of your ass and squeezing the flesh under his palms. planting a harsh smack against the covered skin, making you moan softly into his mouth, “m–mr. o’hara..” he pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting you both.

“miguel. call me miguel,” you could feel his bulge pressing against your clothed cunt, your face reddening with each passing moment. you subconsciously grinded against the tent in his pants, causing him to groan lowly. “who gave you permission to do that? una chica tan codiciosa,” his lips attacked your neck, sucking on your soft skin and leaving behind bites and bruises. the contact made you whine, obviously you wanted more, it was so very obvious with the way you rocked your hips back and forth.

“fuck, look at you. so needy after being the cause of me being late to work and missing my meeting. what makes you think i’ll ignore your disobedience? ” his voice was dark, serious, the sound of it almost making you lose it then and there. he clicked his tongue, “on your knees.” his tone deepened, making him more intimidating than he already was. yet, you did just as he instructed without putting up a fight. you kneeled in front of him, having a good view of his erection poking through his slacks. miguel unzipped his pants, freeing his girth from the confines of his boxers. “go ahead. i’m sure you know what to do, angel,” you nodded, almost foaming at the mouth with his cock standing up right in front of your face.

wrapping your hands around his shaft, giving the tip little cat licks before taking him into your mouth, stroking what you couldn’t take. “there you go, al igual que esa preciosa,” he felt so big in your mouth, running your tongue along the multiple veins that decorated his length. you tried to take him deeper, gagging and choking on his cock as you did so. miguel chuckled at your noises, placing his hand on top of your head, leaning his head back at the pleasure you were giving him. pants and low groans left his lips, holding back the urge to fuck up into your mouth.

at this point, you went even further, taking his entire cock down your throat completely, feeling his tip touch the back of your esophagus. your eyes began to water, a single tear running down your cheek. miguel’s cock twitched inside of your mouth, feeling himself grow closer by each passing second. “i’m close baby, gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours. bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you querida?” his tone deepened, voice now much more raspy. you just nodded, replying with a simple hum that sent a vibration up his shaft, causing him to groan. this view he got was immaculate to him, taking a mental picture so that he’d never forget what you looked like sucking his cock so eagerly. his teeth gritted, beginning to use your mouth, his patience running thin. as you hollowed out your cheeks, using your tongue for more stimulation, that's when he lost it. “fuck i-i’m cumming–” and with that, thick ropes of his seed filled your warm mouth, ripping a hoarse moan from him. you savored the way he sounded and tasted, pulling his girth out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop’.

your cheeks were puffed out, miguel looking down at you with an amused expression, a devious smirk spreading across his lips. “open your mouth pretty girl, don’t let a single drop go to waste.” you did just that—opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, resulting in him letting out what almost sounded like a growl. after showing him, you swallowed the substance, immediately getting a salty aftertaste. “c’mon, on your back baby. i gotta taste you,” you crawled up onto the couch and laid on your back, miguel placing a decorative pillow under your head for support. he pulled off your shirt and leggings, getting the perfect view of your drenched panties and lace bra, licking his lips at the view he had in front of him.

he started off by leaving chaste kisses on your neck, to your chest, to your stomach, and finally down to your thighs. he bit and sucked on the plush of your inner thigh, leaving dark purple marks across your skin. now was time for the real deal—it was about damn time he had the opportunity to taste you. he’s waited so long for this moment, he’s even dreamed about this very day. he licked a stripe directly up your clothed clit, already tasting the slick that coated your cunt. at this point he was growing impatient, ripping your panties apart and throwing them to the side.

he dined on your pussy, tongue sucking and flicking against your clit, whimpers and moans leaving you. you grew desperate, your hand tugging at his hair, watching him eat you out like it was his last meal. he grew feral, face buried in your wet cunt as he savored the way you tasted. the sweet taste was intoxicating, making him want more and more. his hands gripped your thighs that he pulled over his shoulders, fingers digging into your skin. “sabes tan jodidamente buena,” he groaned, growls leaving his lips as he went to town on your pussy. you couldn’t stop the moans that left your mouth, hips bucking up into his mouth. “f-fuck miguel.. feels ‘s good..” you whimpered out, your legs beginning to shake from the way his tongue danced along your bundle of nerves.

he loved the way you said his name, his face practically drenched in your juices. at this rate, you were already feeling that knot in the pit of your stomach loosen, looking down at him with teary, lustful eyes as his own met yours, not breaking the contact. he could feel you twitch against his mouth, deciding to stick two digits into you, thrusting them rapidly as he curled them. your moans slowly grew louder, causing miguel to slap your thigh. “callate slut. you don't wanna wake up gabriela now, do you?” he spoke in a demanding tone, giving him a small nod in response. you covered your mouth with your palm, barely quieting your moans no matter hard you tried. “i-i’m–”

“close?”

he interrupted, knowing full well how close you were with the way you twitched around his fingers. that only made him fasten the pace of his tongue and his digits. you loved how his fingers felt, they were much thicker and reached places you couldn't reach on your own. the sensational feeling sent a shock up your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head at how stimulated he made you feel. he focused especially on your clit, sucking harshly on the flesh.

your back arched almost immediately, feeling that knot snap instantly. “i-i’m c-cu–mming–!” with one last pump of his fingers, you released all over his digits as well as his mouth, making a mess on the couch. “atta girl,” his tongue kept moving, giving you an extra dose of stimulant. as you slowly came down from your high, chest heaving and panting quickly, miguel gave your cunt a gentle kiss before pulling back. “ay, mami, what a mess you’ve made,” he licked his lips, his face covered in your slick. you grew embarrassed, face growing a dark shade of red as he spoke those words, eyes avoiding his for a brief moment. “don’t hide from me, love. you did such a good job for me, princess. let’s take this to the bedroom, yeah? we’ll clean this up later,” your eyes met with his again, the praise making you much less embarrassed and more proud in a way. he picked you up from the couch, your legs and arms wrapping around him as he supported your weight.

miguel’s lips met yours hungrily as he walked to his bedroom, low groans eliciting from his throat, leaving yours shortly after to suck and mark up your neck like a precious art piece. once walking into his room, he placed you down onto the soft mattress, head being supported by a pillow once again. he swiftly removed his clothes, tossing them somewhere in the room.

your eyes were glued on his body, it was almost as if he was sculpted by the gods, his huge form hovering over you like a hungry beast. “you look so beautiful, mi amor," he pecked your lips before moving down to your chest, unclipping your bra and setting it aside, admiring your breasts and hardened nipples. his mouth wrapped around your left breast, nibbling on the perked bud, tongue using the same flicking technique he used while eating you out, the giving the same attention to your other breast. he continued the kisses down to the valley of your breasts and to your stomach, admiring every single part of your body. you were so perfect, more than he could even dream of.

although, you were the one growing impatient this time. you pulled him closer, legs wrapping around his waist. “please, miguel.. hurry..” you practically begged, wanting to feel him deep inside you, more than words can describe. “you sound so pretty when you beg, mami,” miguel leaned down to your ear, his warm breath sending a familiar shiver down your spine, “tell me how much you want it.” you could practically hear him smiling, deciding to hold his shaft in your hands as you rubbed the tip up and down your slit. “please miguel.. need to feel you deep inside.. need you,” every time you said his name it drove him wild, making him want to plunge his cock inside of you then and there.

“good girl,” your begging made him lose all sense of restraint, grinding his shaft against your swollen clit, canines threatening to bare into your neck. he had this animalistic glare in his eyes, he wanted you so badly it was starting to hurt. “fuck, i can’t wait anymore. i’ll be gentle, let me know if it hurts okay?” you nodded once more, pulling him closer than before. he lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside you. after taking a good look at him, you realized how big he really was.

his cock could split you in two, but you didn’t mind. as much as you worried it wouldn’t fit, you knew he’d make it fit. “joder, you’re so tight..” he moaned lowly, his forehead pressing against yours as he pushed himself in deeper. you winced at the sudden stretch, already feeling full with just the tip inside you. “just a little more,” he pinned your hands above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours, forcing himself inside you in one quick motion. you let out a loud whimper, forgetting about a sleeping gabriela just upstairs.

miguel shushed you, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he gave you a moment to adjust to his size. “you’re gripping me so tight, baby. want me that badly, huh?” he spoke just centimeters away from your lips, knowing full well how much you liked it when he spoke to you like that from the way you clenched around him. “need you so bad.. pleaase..” you whined desperately, fucking yourself slowly on his cock. that action alone made him go animalistic, proving to him just how desperate you were for him. “then you'll have me, mami,” he pulled out and thrusted back inside of you, tears welling up in your eyes from how full you felt. his pace started off slow, his cock going in and out of you being such a satisfying sight.

you were already feeling so good, still being sensitive from your previous activities with miguel. his pace started to speed up, his hips snapping against your ass as his tip brushed against your g-spot in a single thrust. his eyes were stuck on yours, never looking away from you. moans flooded out of your mouth like a river, the expression on your face growing lewd as your mouth was left agape. miguel’s thrusts were rapid and rough, clearing showing how much he wanted you and waited for this.

his hair stuck to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face as he moaned aloud. “f-fuuck, right there..!” you whimpered out, nails clawing at his back, in which he didn’t mind at all. “hm? aquí mismo?” he continuously pistoned his cock against your sweet spot, his pace never slowing down. his hips were erratic, fucking into you like his life depended on it. you felt so good wrapped him so nicely, his cock already shaping your insides to fit him and only him. feeling him abuse that same sensitive spot over and over again had your eyes rolling to the back of your head again, making you see stars with the way he was pounding you to heaven and back.

he had you drooling, eyebrows narrowed and filled with nothing but lust. miguel’s wine red eyes looked into yours with such passion, your warm walls squeezing him tightly, the expression on your face turning him on even more. “you look all fucked out already, pobre bebé,” his accent sent you in a spiral, the way he would speak to you, it turned you on to no end—you wanted this moment to last forever. miguel pressed his lips onto yours, devouring you completely, moaning into your mouth at the sensation.

you could feel that same knot in your stomach begin to form again, heat radiating throughout your entire body. “miguel.. miguel..!” you sang his name like an anthem, back arching off the bed as you felt your climax building up. “say my name baby, let me hear it,” he didn’t care anymore, he felt his own climax building up too, wanting nothing more than to fill you up a second time. you chanted his name, over and over and over. you were driving him absolutely insane, he didn’t know how much longer he could last. but, he couldn’t cum yet. just a little longer. “eres toda mía princesa,” those words made you want him that much more, the bed creaking violently with each and every thrust.

your mind was filled with nothing but miguel. only him. as his pace only fastened, that heat in your stomach threatened to snap, your insides pulsing around him. “c-close.. i-im so close..–” you barely managed to form a sentence, the intensity of miguel’s thrust making it that much harder to do anything. “m-me too baby.. fuck. you’re gonna cum with me. understand?” you could only let out a measly ‘mhm’, not having enough energy to even speak. you were leaking already, the erotic sounds of his cock thrusting into your cunt echoed throughout the room. “ahora. cum for me angel,” one final thrust was all it took for you to reach your orgasm, and that was it all it took for miguel to fill you up to the brim, his cum spilling inside you as you creamed all over him, tears falling down your eyes from the intensity of it all.

his thrusts slowed down and slowly came to a stop, the both of you breathing heavily, still coming down from your highs. a white ring coated his girth from your mixed fluids, miguel slowly pulling out of you, a sigh escaping your lips from the empty feeling. pulling back to watch his seed drip out of your swollen hole, miguel smirked to himself, scarlet hues now staring into yours. “you did so good for me, y/n. tan orgullosa de ti,” he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss against your forehead, a gentle smile hovering over his features. he walked over to his bathroom, grabbing a towel and coming back to you, cleaning you up before laying down beside you.

he lifted up the covert, draping it over the both of you, wrapping his arms around you as you placed your head on his chest. “that felt good.. really good,” a content exhale left passed your plump lips, a short chuckle leaving the man next to you. “i’m glad you enjoyed it, baby.” you looked up at him, your hand raising to cup his cheek. “did you like it too?” he made a face almost saying ‘what kind of question is that?’, making him press a kiss to your lips, pulling you closer to him. “of course i did. i actually loved it,” his words made you feel warm laying your head back down onto his chest where it remained prior. his hand reached over to turn off the lamp on his side, both arms wrapping around you comfortably.

“get some sleep, mami. i’m sure you’re tired,” that you were, from all the rough fucking the both of you did, your eyes grew heavy by every passing second, falling into the soothing warmth that radiated off of his body. “mm.. okay. goodnight miguel,” succumbing into the tranquil and comfortable silence, next thing you know you’re fast asleep against his soft, broad chest. the sight of you sleeping had miguel melting, you looked so cute, feeling your heartbeat against his side. he slowly began to feel himself falling asleep as well, leaning his head back on the pillow, placing another kiss—against your head this time.

“buenas noches, y/n."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #i need this man so badly #Spotify

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In hindsight after your ADHD diagnosis, were there specific moments or behaviors from your childhood/teenage years that you saw under a new light?

Now I have not been able to get a diagnosis, but I do strongly believe I have ADHD at the very least. I thought it started and got progressively worse when I was in high school, because that's where I noticed that I was struggling. But then later, I brought up the idea to my mom and she was like "no, you've always been like this" what? But I genuinely didn't remember that.

I also found old report cards and progress reports from elementary school that all said some variation of "a pleasure to have in class, but needs to be reminded to focus and stay on task." But I was never tested? Why? I was in IEP and went to special classes weekly and was regularly tested for non-ADHD disabilities (hearing loss), so what would an extra test or two have hurt?

Did you have any moments of realization where you were like "oh, so it was always there?"

I hear you. It's so frustrating to think I could have gotten help as kid, but no one even suggested it. It had never even occurred to me by the time I was diagnosed at 34. If my psychiatrist hadn't suggested it I probably would still be undiagnosed. Looking back, of course there were signs. It's all mixed up with the fact that I was abused as a kid and developed PTSD at about 10, but here are some things that stood out:

Scored in the 99th percentile on all standardized tests, but had average grades. Did not complete assignments. Found I couldn't start my homework at home despite dire consequences from abusive parents.

Feeling developmentally different than my peers. It was like they all got something about friends and social behavior that I just missed and I couldn't figure out what it was. Related much more to adults than children.

Sensory problems. High sensitivity to light, sound, sensations. I would react with extreme anger that upset and confused everyone, myself included.

Physically uncoordinated. Poor balance, using too much or too little strength, dropping things, knocking things over. So much so that my parents had a mean nickname for me about it.

Number lists! For example: I got to school at 8. I would write down all the times between 8 and 5 in five minute intervals on a sheet of paper (9:15, 9:20, 9:25, etc) and cross them off as the time passed. Kept track of reading in a similar way (book, page, goal pages, where I'm supposed to be, difference between page I'm on and page I should be, average pages per day, etc etc etc like 10 columns. Notebooks full of this.

Extreme emotional sensitivity. Prone to depression and angry outbursts.

And so much more I'm assuming. All my parents did was tell me to stop being r*tarded and that I was a bad person. I grew up with a pervasive sense of being "the weird kid". It deeply effected my self esteem. I hope you are able to be tested. Understanding that I had a neurodevelopmental disorder instead of a moral failing and being treated for it with stimulant medication changed my whole life. I wasn't diagnosed until my 30s but thank god I was.

#adhd

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 10 months

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Hello bonjour!

I've been thinking something recently...

As a fellow Canadian (hey!) with some, uh, less than magnifique French language skills, I was wondering how you think our dear francophone Rook Hunt would behave around someone with "cereal box French" (that is, able to understand it, but cannot speak it)?

Would he speak the same amount of the language around you? Even more French? Would he offer to teach the language?

I'm curious as to what you think! :)

Bonjour! I too only have "cereal box French" about the same literacy as a third-grader. even though I have 8 years of classes under my belt, but that's the education system for ya. And also, yes, a fellow Canadian; always a pleasant surprise! But here are my thoughts!

Some of the French is what I remember plus a bit of Word Reference, and much to the dismay of every French teacher that I ever had, Google Translate to fill in the gaps.

Rook Hunt with a Reader Who Has "Cereal Box" French

Okay, so he would notice that, unlike the others, you seemed like you were following along with what he was saying. "Tu parles français, trickster?" He would ask, resting his chin on his hand, waiting for an answer.

"Un petit peu," you answered. "Honestly though, I can only read it. Speaking it? Well, it isn't great. I call it 'cereal box' French."

He would smile, "Well, reading is a start. And, if you want trickster, I could teach you."

If You Accept His Offer

He would be an amazing teacher and would go at your preferred pace. Having difficulty with that one phrase? He's patient and will help you. "Très bien! Bien travail, trickster! For that one word, I would recommend rolling the 'r' a bit more."

He would ask you if you wanted to improve your accent while speaking it, so it isn't a "baguette accent" as some would put it.

It would start small, such as asking, "Comment ça va?" and seeing how long you would be able to keep the conversation going. He would be proud if you just gave him a, "Ça va bien" or proceeded to say a bit more.

Would pass you notes just in français. "Lisez ceci plus tard, mon chou.~" You can decide whether or not you want to bring up him calling you his cabbage.

His use of French would increase as your skill does. Even though it may be fun that you understand what he's saying, he would much rather speak with you. It would be a nice change of pace since no one that he knows, outside of his own family of course, speaks the language. No, Rollo does not count.

Learning through cooking would also occur. Since you did, after all, call it 'cereal box' French. "Passe l'oeuf s'il te plait, trickster. Merci beaucoup!~"

If You Deny His Offer

He would still speak the same amount of French, but he won't push to teach you if you didn't want to. Maybe just a tad more, but not by much.

He would probably be a tad bit disappointed, but wouldn't show it. At least you know some of what he's saying, and that in itself is enough for him.

Would surprise you with some family recipes that were left in his care by his arrière grand-mère, seeing if you can understand the words by yourself before helping out if you have any difficulties.

Overall, I see Rook as being pleasantly surprised but also happy, regardless or not if the reader takes him up on his offer to teach them. But very relaxed on the subject, not pushing them if they didn't want to learn. Taking it at your own pace with a gentle hand. Also, you two would probably watch French soap operas and films, just saying.

And I'm so sorry if you, much like I did, had to sit through French class watching Téléfrançais. Also, I do love the Québécois Rook headcanon, but I do know it's very niche.

I hope that you enjoyed the little headcanons. Rook, please hold French classes for those of us who want to learn.

#twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #twst rook #rook hunt x reader #[I guess; but it works for platonic. familial. or romantic]#twst headcanons #rook hunt headcanons #I am so sorry if you had to endure Ananas #the pineapple still gives me nightmares over a decade later #rook please teach us french; I am begging you #also glad to see you again! thank you for requesting!#I see your 'cereal box' french with my 'kraft dinner' french; solidarity #reader; je suis un pomplamousse. rook; ... quoi?

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chartmyfixations · 3 months

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cris watches dr. who: s02e13 - "Doomsday"

"And I suppose… if it's my last chance to say it… Rose Tyler…"

Hee @ the chiming in with the knowledge about the Time War

“Who is the least important?” “We don't work like that.” Attagirl, Rose

Dalek vs Cybermen – was this a huge fandom want at the time? It's a fun kind of fan service, though

The Cult of Skaro! Such a dope-ass name

No alliance for the Cybermen? Damn, these Daleks take no prisoners. They're absolutely not here to make friends

By the way, the Dalek are better. More sassy. They're the right kind of old fashioned killbot

Heyyy! It's Mickey's boyfriend!

Oh, Rose has elevated heartrate with the Doctor – I'll say. Hee

Hee. Jackie, always remain a menace

“Social interaction will cease!” Me when anyone suggests going to an after at dancing all night

Jackie shushing The Doctor through his explanation of alternative universes is very on brand. I'm going to miss her

The Dr has a tendency for heroic sacrifices at the end of the season -- it's an odd coincidence

Rose chooses the Doctor! Love wins!

And we've never even seen their bed on the TARDIS!

The Director was the worst, but she is tenacious, overcoming the Cyberman's mental overruling

Hee. Dalek whirlpool

Oh no, Rose! I'm sorry for laughing at the whirlpool! DON'T GO ROSE

Rose Tyler, protector Of the Earth. I'll miss you

My God, Bad Wolf Bay is hauntingly beautiful

Rose 🌹

What?! Donna appears out of the blue?! We don't even get to mourn Rose for one episode?!

8 out of 8 Tardes. Heartstrings were plucked, jokes were laughed at, Dalek were exterminated. Good, good finale

#cris watches #cris watches dr who #doctor who #dr who #rose tyler #billie piper #the tenth doctor #tenth doctor #10th doctor #david tennant #cybermen #daleks #doomsday #s02e13 #8 out of 8 tardes #donna noble #catherine tate

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here it is, everyone! the official (and not without mistakes but fuck it this is the best anyone will ever get) appearance tracker of EVERY BIG NATE CHARACTER (that matters at least a little bit, also I forgot Rusty sienna r.i.p)

THE TOP 10:

Nate: 11,106

2. Francis: 4,166

3. Teddy: 2,936

4. Marty: 1,541

5. Mrs. Godfrey: 890

6. Chad: 691

7. Ellen: 583

8. Mr. Rosa: 537

9. Gina: 506

10. Jenny: 427

Rounding out the top 20:

11. Dee Dee: 358

12. Artur: 343

13. Coach Calhoon: 339

14. Spitsy: 304

15. Principal Nichols: 255

16. School Picture Guy: 219

17. Sheila: 202

18. Coach John: 164

19. Gramps/Vern: 163

20. Mr. Glavin: 152

MORE THAN A 100 APPEARANCES:

21. Dr. Cesspool: 150

22. Gordie: 147

23. Ms. Clarke: 145

24. Czerwicki: 139

25. Kim: 119

26. Biff: 116

27. Gram/Marge: 107

STILL PRETTY MAJOR:

28. Chip: 99

29. Chester: 97

30. Mrs. Shipulski: 95

31. Peter: 92

32. Pickles: 91

33. Randy: 81

GETTING THERE:

34. Nate drawing of Mrs. Godfrey where she doesn’t appear: 74

35. Nurse Maureen Biology: 72

36. Angie: 71

37. Trudy: 67

38. Dan Cupid: 65

39. Uncle Ted: 64

40. Mr. Staples: 62

40. Daphne: 62

42. Nate drawing of Ellen where she doesn’t appear: 61

43. Mr. Eustis: 60

44. Bob Snuggles: 51

44. Kelly: 51

46. Sherman: 50

47. Moe Mentum: 46

48. Marcus: 42

49. Miranda: 41

YEAH THESE ARE GETTING OBSCURE NOW:

50. Kenny Smithson: 39

50. Timmy Snuggles: 39

52. Nate drawing of Marty where he doesn’t appear: 38

53. Honey Snuggles: 35

54. Punkin Snuggles: 34

55. J.B.: 33

56. Nate drawing of Francis where he doesn’t appear: 27

57. Superdad: 24

58. Derek Nack: 20

59. Daisy: 19

59. Warren Fuzzy: 19

61. Mrs. Bigbee: 18

61. Nate drawing of Teddy where he doesn’t appear: 18

63. Slim Stubby: 15

63. Nate drawing of Jenny where she doesn’t appear: 15

65. Nate drawing of Kenny Smithson where he doesn’t appear: 14

65. Wayne: 14

65. Whitey: 14

68. The Brain (Chess Camp): 13

68. Lila: 13

68. Nate drawing of Mr. Rosa where he doesn’t appear: 13

71. Action Cat: 12

72. Audrey the Lifeguard: 11

72. Nate drawing of Mr. Galvin where he doesn’t appear: 11

72. Hickson: 11

72. Craig (incel): 11

76. Paige: 10

76. Nate drawing of Mr. Staples where he doesn’t appear: 10

76. Nigel (doppleganger): 10

THE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL:

79. Ronnie (Jenny’s Boyfriend): 9

80. Nate drawing of Gordie where he doesn’t appear: 8

80. Wink Summers: 8

80. Nate drawing of Nate where he doesn’t appear: 8

83. Kit: 7

83. Kaboodle: 7

83. Stan Cupid: 7

83. Emmit the Custodian: 7

87. Marla the Mailwoman: 6

88. Claire Voyant: 5

88. Fluffy Snuggles: 5

88. Nate drawing of Coach Calhoon where she doesn’t appear: 5

88. Nate Drawing of Ms. Clarke where he doesn’t appear: 5

92. Moe Mentum’s Agent: 4

92. Greg Proxmire: 4

92. Leo Tard: 4

92. She-Pulski: 4

92. Nate drawing of Principal Nichols where he doesn’t appear: 4

97. Jenny’s Dad: 3

97. Celine Paycheck: 3

97. Math Man: 3

97. Half-Pint: 3

97. Mrs. Holloway: 3

97. Stan Pokecheck: 3

97. Deke Boarding: 3

104. Nate drawing of Sheila where she doesn’t appear: 2

104. April Showers: 2

104. Mega Teen: 2

104. Ms. Brindle: 2

104. Nate drawing of La Chance where she doesn’t appear: 2

104. Nate drawing of Gina where she doesn’t appear: 2

104. Nate drawing of Pickles where she doesn’t appear: 2

104. Daphne’s mom: 2

112. Jenny’s Mom: 1

112. Nate drawing of ronnie where he doesn’t appear: 1

112. Nate drawing of Ms. Brindle where she doesn’t appear: 1

112. Nate drawing of Aldrige where she doesn’t appear: 1

112. Nate drawing of Wink Summers where he doesn’t appear: 1

112. Mrs. Williger: 1

112. Nate drawing of Uncle Ted where he doesn’t appear: 1

112. Nate drawing of Spitsy where he doesn’t appear: 1

112. Ultra Nate: 1

112. Algebro: 1

112. Nate drawing of Artur where he doesn’t appear: 1

112. Nate drawing of Chester where he doesn’t appear: 1

112. Mr. Holloway: 1

112. Nate drawing of Randy where he doesn’t appear: 1

112. Nate drawing of Kim where she doesn’t appear: 1

112. Nate drawing of Dee Dee where she doesn’t appear: 1

112. Nate drawing of Daphne where she doesn’t appear: 1

112. Nate drawing of Chad where he doesn’t appear: 1

Questions and replies are more than welcome! This list will update every Sunday when an arc is "over"!

#big nate

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nicki-nicks · 5 months

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ESTO ES SOLO UNA TRADUCCIÓN!!!! TODO EL CREDITO A @anastoxicangels

¡¡Consejos principales!!

• Sólo come después de las 9 a. m. y antes de las 7 p. m., ¡de esa manera estarás haciendo un ayuno de 14 horas todos los días!

•Asegúrate de que pasen tres horas desde la última vez que comiste desde que te acuestas

•Beba una jodida tonelada de agua, el agua fría quema calorías y reduce la ingesta de grasas y el agua tibia ayuda con la hidratación.

•E X E R C I S E (ampliaré más esto más adelante)

•Si alguna vez siente que necesita un gran impulso, duplique las calorías consumidas en un día (como 100 a 200) y la mitad de las calorías quemadas (como 300 a 150)

Atracones:

Cómo distraerse para no darse atracones:

•Mira “Mi vida de 600 libras”, “Skins” o “Super Size vs. Super Skinny”

•Work Out (mi favorito personal)

• Si tienes un juego de Sims, úsalo para crear cómo te ves ahora y cómo quieres lucir cuando alcances tu peso objetivo.

• Busque “Los gordos comen (lo que sea que se le antoje)”. • Estiramiento de mariposa durante cinco minutos. ¡IR!

•Hacer una caja de atracones

También está esta publicación que me ha salvado el pellejo tantas veces.

Qué hacer después de un atracón:

Paso 1) HACER. NO. PURGA. Sé que es difícil y tentador, pero al final es mejor dejar que lo que pones en tu cuerpo siga su curso en lugar de forzarlo a salir. Si tienes bulimia ese paso es extremadamente difícil pero ¡¡creo en ti!!

Paso 2) Beber agua. Sé que este es el más repetido EN TODAS PARTES, pero eso es porque es muy importante. Bebe agua, bebe hasta que sientas que vas a explotar o vomitar, luego detente y espera a que esa sensación desaparezca.

Paso 3) Cepíllate los dientes (ESPECIALMENTE SI NO PUDISTE HACER EL PASO UNO, ASEGÚRATE DE HACER ESTO), la comida sabía mal después de cepillarte los dientes, así que... sí.

Paso 4) Ve al gimnasio, haz ejercicio. Como. Loco. En serio, haz cardio hasta que sientas que te estás convirtiendo en gelatina y luego haz abdominales y brazos. Sigue adelante hasta que no puedas más.

Paso 5) Tengo el lujo de tener una sauna adjunta al gimnasio en el vecindario donde vivo. Si no la tienes, abrígate mientras haces ejercicio para poder sudar, pero si la tienes, asegúrate de suda todas esas cosas desagradables y desagradables (sinceramente, es una sensación de limpieza)

Paso 6) ¡¡¡BAÑO DE HIELO !!!! Estar en un baño de hielo quema una sorprendente cantidad de calorías (pero sólo si estás temblando)

Paso 7) Planifique las calorías de mañana; si debe ayunar, hágalo, pero tenga en cuenta que es mejor reducir las calorías (es decir, 800 kcal, 600 kcal, 400 kcal) antes de un paso rápido.

8) Perdónate a ti mismo. Puede que hayas roto, pero todo el mundo lo hace en algún momento. Solo usa esto como excusa para volver aún más fuerte.

También hay esto que es muy, muy útil.

Pesaje:

• Pésese dos veces al día (una por la noche y otra por la mañana), pero establezca un día semanal en el que ayune AL MENOS 12 horas antes y use laxantes para sacar todo de su sistema.

•Quítate todo lo que puedas antes de pesarte, ve al baño, cualquier cosa que puedas hacer para deshacerte del exceso de peso.

•Si tienes acceso a una sauna, ¡úsala! Sudar todo ese peso de agua antes de pesar

• ¡No te desanimes si no has perdido o ganado peso, simplemente aprovéchalo para esforzarte aún más!

Cómo convencer a la gente de que no estás empeorando:

•¡¡¡Sólo coma cerca de la gente!!!

•cortar la comida en trozos pequeños para que parezca que has comido más

•come cinco bocados de una comida si tienes que comer, ni más ni menos

Excusas para comer:

1. No tienes hambre

2. No te gusta cierta comida

3. Comiste un gran desayuno y todavía estás lleno.

4. Eres alérgico a esa comida.

5. Comiste antes

6. Tienes dolor de garganta

7. Eres vegetariano/vegano

8. Estás guardando tu hambre para una gran cena familiar.

9. Tienes dolor de muelas

10. Tienes calambres estomacales

11. Te sientes mal

12. Tienes dolor de estómago

13. Comerás algo más tarde

14. Tienes una úlcera en la boca

15. Te mordiste la lengua y te duele demasiado para comer

16. Comerás cuando llegues a casa

17. Comerás cuando tengas hambre

18. No tienes dinero para comprar nada.

19. Inventa una enfermedad en la que duele cuando comes pero cuando no lo haces está bien

20. No tienes ganas de comer ahora mismo

21. Acabas de comer algo

22. Si tienes frenillos, di que te los acaban de apretar y que te duelen

23. Todavía estás lleno del almuerzo

24. Tienes alergia a las nueces

25. No te gusta esa comida a menos que tenga una salsa/aderezo/aderezo particular que no existe

26. Se te antoja una comida en particular que comerás más tarde

27. Comiste demasiado antes

29. Te comiste toda tu comida y no te quedó ninguna

30. No te pueden molestar ahora mismo

31. Estás ayunando por motivos religiosos.

32. Comiste con otra persona

33. Necesitas terminar tu tarea

34. Necesitas terminar de estudiar

35. Estás ocupado haciendo algo 'importante'

36. Tienes intolerancia a un tipo de alimento.

37. Quieres salir a correr más tarde y no quieres tener el estómago lleno

38. Olvidaste tu almuerzo

39. Olvidaste traer un refrigerio

40. Comiste demasiado antes

41. Hubo una venta de pasteles antes y estás lleno

42. Vas a salir a comer más tarde

43. Comiste fuera antes

44. Tu médico te puso una dieta especial.

45. Tu dietista te puso una dieta especial

46. Estás ayunando porque pronto te harán un análisis de sangre en ayunas

47. No quieres nada ahora mismo

48. Estás participando en una hambruna

49. No tienes tiempo para comer

50. Nada parece atractivo

Vitaminas y cosas

Debe tener:

Multivitaminas: 0 calorías y esenciales para mantenerse saludable

Suplemento de potasio: la causa más común de muerte por anorexia relacionada con nutrientes es la deficiencia de potasio.

Otros suplementos a considerar son el calcio, el zinc, el aceite Omega-3, el magnesio, las vitaminas B, el hierro, las vitaminas A, C y D y la biotina.

También es bueno tener:

Laxantes o té laxante. ¡Los laxantes de acción rápida son muy fuertes, así que úselos con precaución! El té laxante es suave y seguro y utiliza hierbas naturales.

Pastillas de cafeína: para disminuir el apetito y aumentar la energía y el metabolismo. Las mentas o los chicles con cafeína también funcionan.

Antiácidos: ¡deje de gruñir la barriga!

Pastillas de algas marinas: aumentan el metabolismo

Pastillas de té verde: aumentan el metabolismo y se cree que eliminan la grasa.

Cápsulas de pimienta de cayena o ajo -Aumenta el metabolismo, son buenas para el corazón

EJERCICIO

Sinceramente para mí esta es la PARTE MÁS IMPORTANTE de cualquier dieta.

1. Acelera tu metabolismo.

2. Quema calorías (también conocidas como GRASAS).

3. Utiliza el tiempo de forma productiva

Además, es importante recordar que al enfocarte en áreas específicas, solo estás ganando músculo allí, ya que pierdes grasa en todo el cuerpo y no en partes (el ejercicio cardiovascular es mejor para esto). Sin embargo, es importante ejercitar ciertas partes del cuerpo porque A) morir de hambre consume músculo primero, por lo que debes mantener el ritmo, y B) Dos personas de la misma altura y peso podrían tener dos medidas diferentes, porque una libra de músculo más delgado que una libra de grasa

Los mejores entrenamientos para:

Muslos:

•Estocada lateral

•Sentadillas de sumo

•La pared se sienta

•Patadas de bicicleta

•interno

Brazos:

•Lagartijas

•Inmersiones del piso

•Rotaciones de brazo en semicírculo

•Me lo pido

Pantorrillas:

•Cardio

•¡¡Evita la máquina de pasos!!

Abdomen plano:

•Tabla lateral

• Abdominales • Arrastre de cocodrilo

Botín:

•Sentadillas

•Hidrantes

•Arcoiris

• Estocadas de reverencia

Hombro/Espalda:

•Deslizadores de brazo

• Mosca inclinada

•Remo inclinado

¡Extra!:

•Mientras te cepillas los dientes, siéntate en la pared.

•Cada vez que vayas al baño, haz 5 sentadillas antes de salir.

•Mientras esperas a que salga algo del microondas o de la tostadora, haz patadas en el trasero.

•Usa las escaleras siempre que puedas.

• ¡Inquietate! Quema calorías.

• Flexiona tus abdominales en cada semáforo o señal de alto que encuentres.

•Mientras revisas Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr o Instagram, eleva las piernas hacia los lados.

Simplemente baila mientras limpias, cocinas o tomas un descanso para estudiar.

También hay esto que es realmente útil.

Consejos para el ayuno

•Agua. agua. AGUA

•Tenga algunos alimentos saludables para darse un atracón después cuando rompa el ayuno.

•agua

•Tener cosas planeadas para ese día (Para mí es más fácil hacerlo en un día escolar)

•AGUA

Alimentos que temen y alimentos seguros: (estos son mis alimentos personales, te sugiero que hagas tu propia lista)

Alimentos Seguros: (Alimentos para comer cuando quieras darte un atracón, alimentos que debes tener en casa)

•Lechuga iceberg

•Té Verde con Stevia

•Apio

•Cubos de lingotes bajos en sodio

•Palomitas de maíz sin mantequilla, hechas al aire

•Carmelo Stevia

•clara de huevo

Alimentos que te dan miedo: (Alimentos que se deben evitar/evitar)

•Chocolate

•Pan

•Pollo frito

•SODA

•Brownies

• Oreos

•Ramen

•Cereal

¡Reglas del restaurante!

•Bebe un vaso de agua antes de ir.

Si tiene mucha hambre, tome un poco de té o incluso verduras de antemano.

•Si está en un restaurante, beba al menos un vaso lleno de agua antes de que llegue la comida.

•Tome un sorbo entre cada bocado.

•Comer despacio.

•Sabotear los alimentos con demasiada sal, etc.

•Intenta comer con la mano opuesta (si eres diestro usa la mano izquierda y viceversa)

•Para evitar la tentación, ni siquiera mires la sección del menú con los alimentos que engordan. Fuera de la vista, fuera de la mente, fuera del cuerpo.

•Cíñete a pedir artículos que incluyan las palabras "horneado", "asado" y "al vapor".

•Siempre pida salsas para acompañar

• Sumerja las púas del tenedor en el aderezo y luego en la comida, para que aún pueda saborear la salsa pero con una fracción de las calorías.

•Come la mitad y empaquétala.

•Comience con sopa o ensalada para saciarse.

•Coma en el orden de las verduras primero, luego las proteínas y al final los carbohidratos.

•Coma ensaladas que sólo contengan vegetales con calorías negativas.

•Intenta no ser el primero en empezar ni el último en terminar.

•Trate de beber al menos 3 vasos de agua durante la comida.

•Deja tus cubiertos entre cada bocado.

•Habla mucho para que pases más tiempo hablando que comiendo.

•Consulta la información nutricional online antes de ir al restaurante para que puedas decidir de antemano lo que quieres.

•Pregunte por una porción del tamaño de un almuerzo o de un tamaño para niños.

•Diga “Estoy tan lleno” y guarde la mitad restante de su comida antes de que le ofrezcan un postre.

•Si todavía le ofrecen postre, simplemente diga "No, gracias".

Ana misma (me resulta útil convertir a “Ana” en una persona en mi cabeza y usar eso como mi objetivo) Ana es perfecta. Tiene el cuerpo perfecto: huesos de la cadera, espacio entre los muslos, brazos pequeños, pantorrillas pequeñas, pómulos altos, clavículas salientes, ojos grandes. Ana no necesita maquillaje Pero cuando lo usa, lo usa impecablemente. Puede hablar delante de la gente sin problemas. Tiene el perfecto sentido de la moda y la personalidad perfecta. Tiene el pelo largo y brillante y uñas largas y sanas. Ella nunca tartamudea y nunca arruina sus oraciones.

Cosas generales

Uñas: (porque estoy obsesionada con mis uñas por alguna razón)

•Sally Hansen “Nail Growth Miracle Serum” me ha salvado las uñas

•DETENER. MORDIENDO. SU. CLAVOS.

•En serio, deja de ponértelos en la boca si es necesario.

•Pon acetona en tus dedos si es necesario (esa cosa tiene un sabor jodidamente desagradable, querido señor)

•Aprende a pintar uñas, solo para que tengas la habilidad.

Cabello:

No sé qué decirte, me he decolorado el cabello ocho veces y prácticamente se me está cayendo de la cabeza… sin embargo, esto hace milagros. Está destinado a aplicarse en tinte para el cabello, pero simplemente mezcla el vial con tu acondicionador y déjalo actuar durante 30 minutos y ¡listo!

Piel:

H Y D R A T E N I L D

Lávate la cara dos veces al día, pase lo que pase.

¡La piel es algo muy personal, descubre qué funciona mejor para ti!

Hoja de trucos de cuidado personal

Consejos básicos de Ho

Como ser una chica bonita

El mejor sitio web para Pro-Ana:

Calculadora de calorías quemadas

ciudad perdida

Te muestra cuánto puedes perder si comes una determinada cantidad de calorías: Thin Intentions

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FACTS ABOUT CUCUMBERS YOU MUST KNOW

Hechos que debes saber sobre los pepinos

1. Cucumbers contain most of the vitamins you need every day, just one cucumber contains Vitamin B1, Vitamin B2, Vitamin B3, Vitamin B5, Vitamin B6, Folic Acid, Vitamin C, Calcium, Iron, Magnesium, Phosphorus, Potassium and Zinc.

1. Los pepinos contienen la mayoría de las vitaminas que necesitas todos los días, solo un pepino contiene vitamina B1, vitamina B2, vitamina B3, vitamina B5, vitamina B6, ácido fólico, vitamina C, calcio, hierro, magnesio, fósforo, potasio y zinc.

2. Feeling tired in the afternoon, put down the caffeinated soda and pick up a cucumber. Cucumbers are a good source of B vitamins and Carbohydrates that can provide that quick pick-me-up that can last for hours.

2. Si te sientes cansado por la tarde, deja el refresco con cafeína y toma un pepino. Los pepinos son una buena fuente de vitaminas B y carbohidratos que pueden proporcionar ese estímulo rápido que puede durar horas.

3. Tired of your bathroom mirror fogging up after a shower? Try rubbing a cucumber slice along the mirror, it will eliminate the fog and provide a soothing, spa-like fragrance.

3. ¿Cansado de que el espejo de tu baño se empañe después de la ducha? Intenta frotar una rodaja de pepino a lo largo del espejo, eliminará la niebla y proporcionará una fragancia relajante similar a la de un spa.

4. Are grubs and slugs ruining your planting beds? Place a few slices in a small pie tin and your garden will be free of pests all season long. The chemicals in the cucumber react with the aluminum to give off a scent undetectable to humans but drive garden pests crazy and make them flee the area.

4. ¿Las larvas y las babosas están arruinando tus lechos de siembra? Coloque algunas rebanadas en un molde pequeño para pastel y su jardín estará libre de plagas durante toda la temporada. Los químicos en el pepino reaccionan con el aluminio para emitir un olor indetectable para los humanos, pero enloquecen a las plagas del jardín y las hacen huir del área.

5. Looking for a fast and easy way to remove cellulite before going out or to the pool? Try rubbing a slice or two of cucumbers along your problem area for a few minutes, the phytochemicals in the cucumber cause the collagen in your skin to tighten, firming up the outer layer and reducing the visibility of cellulite. Works great on wrinkles too!!!

5. ¿Buscas una manera rápida y fácil de eliminar la celulitis antes de salir o ir a la piscina? Frote una o dos rodajas de pepino a lo largo de su área problemática durante unos minutos, los fitoquímicos del pepino hacen que el colágeno de la piel se tense, reafirmando la capa externa y reduciendo la visibilidad de la celulitis. Funciona muy bien en las arrugas también!!!

6. Want to avoid a hangover or terrible headache? Eat a few cucumber slices before going to bed and wake up refreshed and headache free. Cucumbers contain enough sugar, B vitamins and electrolytes to replenish essential nutrients the body lost, keeping everything in equilibrium, avoiding both a hangover and headache!!

6. ¿Quiere evitar una resaca o un terrible dolor de cabeza? Coma unas rodajas de pepino antes de acostarse y despiértese renovado y sin dolores de cabeza. Los pepinos contienen suficiente azúcar, vitaminas B y electrolitos para reponer los nutrientes esenciales que el cuerpo perdió, manteniendo todo en equilibrio, evitando tanto la resaca como el dolor de cabeza.

7. Looking to fight off that afternoon or evening snacking binge? Cucumbers have been used for centuries and often used by European trappers, traders and explores for quick meals to thwart off starvation.

7. ¿Buscas combatir ese atracón de bocadillos de la tarde o la noche? Los pepinos se han utilizado durante siglos y, a menudo, los cazadores, comerciantes y exploradores europeos los utilizan como comidas rápidas para evitar el hambre.

8. Have an important meeting or job interview and you realize that you don't have enough time to polish your shoes? Rub a freshly cut cucumber over the shoe, its chemicals will provide a quick and durable shine that not only looks great but also repels water.

8. ¿Tienes una reunión importante o una entrevista de trabajo y te das cuenta de que no tienes suficiente tiempo para lustrar tus zapatos? Frote un pepino recién cortado sobre el zapato, sus productos químicos proporcionarán un brillo rápido y duradero que no solo se ve muy bien sino que también repele el agua.

9. Out of WD 40 and need to fix a squeaky hinge? Take a cucumber slice and rub it along the problematic hinge, and voila, the squeak is gone!

9. ¿Está fuera de WD 40 y necesita arreglar una bisagra que chirría? Tome una rodaja de pepino y frótela a lo largo de la bisagra problemática, y listo, ¡el chirrido desaparece!

10. Stressed out and don't have time for massage, facial or visit to the spa? Cut up an entire cucumber and place it in a boiling pot of water, the chemicals and nutrients from the cucumber will react with the boiling water and be released in the steam, creating a soothing, relaxing aroma that has been shown the reduce stress in new mothers and college students during final exams.

10. ¿Estás estresado y no tienes tiempo para masajes, tratamientos faciales o visitas al spa? Corte un pepino entero y colóquelo en una olla con agua hirviendo, los químicos y nutrientes del pepino reaccionarán con el agua hirviendo y se liberarán en el vapor, creando un aroma calmante y relajante que se ha demostrado que reduce el estrés en las madres primerizas y los estudiantes universitarios durante los exámenes finales.

11. Just finish a business lunch and realize you don't have gum or mints? Take a slice of cucumber and press it to the roof of your mouth with your tongue for 30 seconds to eliminate bad breath, the phytochemicals will kill the bacteria in your mouth responsible for causing bad breath.

11. ¿Acabas de terminar un almuerzo de negocios y te das cuenta de que no tienes chicles ni mentas? Tome una rodaja de pepino y presiónela contra el paladar con la lengua durante 30 segundos para eliminar el mal aliento, los fitoquímicos matarán las bacterias en la boca responsables de causar el mal aliento.

12. Looking for a 'green' way to clean your taps, sinks or stainless steel? Take a slice of cucumber and rub it on the surface you want to clean, not only will it remove years of tarnish and bring back the shine, but is won't leave streaks and won't harm you fingers or fingernails while you clean.

12. ¿Está buscando una forma 'verde' de limpiar sus grifos, fregaderos o acero inoxidable? Tome una rodaja de pepino y frótela sobre la superficie que desea limpiar, no solo eliminará años de deslustre y devolverá el brillo, sino que no dejará rayas y no dañará sus dedos o uñas mientras limpia.

13. Using a pen and made a mistake? Take the outside of the cucumber and slowly use it to erase the pen writing, also works great on crayons and markers that the kids have used to decorate the walls!!

13. ¿Usaste un bolígrafo y cometiste un error? Tome el exterior del pepino y utilícelo lentamente para borrar la escritura del bolígrafo, ¡también funciona muy bien en crayones y marcadores que los niños han usado para decorar las paredes!

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