#Miguel Ranchero
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PLEASE MORE RANCHERO MIGUEL
👀👀 of course.
Inspired by farevalee9s on insta fanart of Cowboy Miguel 🤭
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The first time Miguel arrived to your family's farm, you were borderline intimidated by his sheer size. You had seen tall people before, but never someone like him.
Your father was in dire need of someone that would take care of his horses and do some maintenance around the farm. Agustín, a horse that seemed a lost cause, was the one that concerned your dad the most. He was a bit aggressive with the other horses, Joaquín Y Luis. He was kept in a different location. The farm was a mess.
Not tolerating a bit ounce of further embarrassment, your mother looked up for people, even put you to post adds through, but none of them actually met the requirements, until a friend of your dad brought him.
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"Buenos días, señorita" (Morning, ma'am)
He'd always greet you with a tip of his hat. Unlike your parents, a bit stuck up people, devoted believers and servers of faith, and always speaking the necessary, you were kind to him. Polite and respectful.
You'd bring him cold fresh lemonade after he was done with his training session with Agustín. The sun would hide your embarrassment, since you couldn't help but give subtle glances at his naked torso.
He'd always train the horse, without much on him. Pants, belt, boots and hat. He'd always accept the lemonade with a small smirk and a grateful heart.
"You made it?" You nodded and smiled sheepishly.
"Best thing I've ever tasted." He'd mumble while staring intensely at you.
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"Could you teach me how to ride?"
His eyebrows would rise in surprise
"H-Horses, I mean." He'd chuckle and nodded.
"Lo que quieras, guapa ." (Anything for you, gorgeous.)
Sure, you wanted to ride horses, what would the point of having them would be if you couldn't ride them? But in truth, You just wanted to be closer to him. Something that earned you a bit more than you had actually bargained for.
He'd take you by your waist and help you get on Luis, like you weighed nothing. His skin irradiating with heat, calloused hands held you firmly, you could feel his thumb taking a taste of your soft skin. His tongue wetted his lips upon his eyes trailing your form.
Sun blazing on your skin, rosy cheeks, a sweet look that could disarm anyone, gorgeous body. You were such a sweet little thing. Just like the cherries you'd eat in the porch. He stared at your lips, as you dexterously peeled the cherry from it's flesh with your tongue.
He needed to have you.
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Of course your mother had seen the not too subtle looks you gave eachother.
He'd always greet you with a knowing smile, and you'd be a flustered mess after. Sometimes your head would hurt by the many times your mother would swat your head with whatever she was choosing to read. Your dad was busy with Church.
Oh, the church.
He didn't seem like a strong believer, neither did you, but respected the business enough to be almost every Sunday in church. Just to see you all dolled up and pretty.
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You'd kiss eachother breathless in the barn behind some stacked up hay. You just tasted as sweet as he had imagined. Your first kiss.
You had to be on your tip toes to wrap your arms around him and pulling him down to deepen the kiss as his hands finally were able to touch you and savour you
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Your mother was growing suspicious of your sudden absentminded behavior, so she had settled you up a date, and made sure for him to know. Even had the nerve to ask him to have the horses ready.
You had apologized to him, but he seemed unbothered by everything. It kinda bummed you to see him a bit indifferent to the situation. But once you left, he'd glare holes at your mother's window.
"No te dejes montar de nadie, ok? " (Don't let anyone to ride you)
Agustín would just flare and pat the ground. As if understanding him.
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Every date your mother had arranged to you, ended up in the same scenario. Your dates on the floor, being chased by Agustín or the other horses.
"I don't know what that wicked man has done to the horses. None wants to come here anymore if he isn't around!"
To your mother's mortify, you were turning older enough to start your own family. But you didn't want none of that. No. At least you'd have some time away before she started to getting you on the dating scene again, to get you a husband.
They had a sudden trip to see other properties out of town. You were left alone with Miguel, He'd throw you over his shoulder like nothing, after kissing the daylights out of you and took you inside his place in the barn. Your cherry was popped that night.
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Ever since then, every time your parents left, you'd be holed up in your room with him, kissing, making love and talking.
You had corrupted him somehow, always wanting to touch and be near around you, and always wanting to put a baby inside.
"Funny you think I'd let you marry some other guy. Tú eres mía, y eso no se discute." (You're mine, and that's not up to discussion.)
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x reader#atsv miguel#t writes✨#Miguel Ranchero#Drabble
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Ranchero Miguel sketch inspired by this amazing little fic ❤️🔥
#emmeart#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara art#cowboy Miguel O’hara#spiderverse#ranchero Miguel de mi corazón
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Just because you worked in the prison kitchen doesn’t mean you can cook just for the record lol. I saw the food that came out of there 🤢
Morales has skills he can whip out on date night. Robson can make sandwiches and only sandwiches🤫 Toby has one good pasta dish he found on Pinterest, and Keller’s eaten it about twelve times😂
#hbo oz#chico guerra#oz meme#kareem said#omar white#peter schibetta#tobias beecher#carlo ricardo#chris keller#miguel alvarez#enrique morales#vernon schillinger#burr Redding#chucky pancamo#james robson#dino ortolani#honestly I think Chico can make huevos rancheros and only that#Miguel’s mom taught him the basics#Carlo’s watched his mom cook so many times he can#as long as his friends aren’t watching🤣
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The spidermans gave me a religious experience last night and I heard it’s all the rage to make one of your own so I made an extremely silly one that has breakfast-themed powers
Peggy (goes by Egg) Parker bit into a radioactive croissant one morning and gained the unique psychic ability to tell what food someone is craving. Her dimension is extremely cartoony and goofy. The villains come out at sunrise, motivated by hanger, and she defeats them by making whatever breakfast they wanna eat.
She’s not strong at all compared to the other spider-people but she IS the most popular between the hours of 5am to 12pm. Miguel let her in bc her homemade huevos rancheros is the only thing preventing him from committing a diplomatic invident
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Child's Play [8][Finale]
Part 7 here
//NSFW, First Times, Bit of Blood, Oral, Bit of Crying,Bullying, Fingering,Implied Non Con,Manipulation, Dubious consent, Threating, Forced Intimacy.
A/N: I used google translate for the spanish so im sorry if theres mistakes.
Previously
"Mmmm, you taste better than I imagine."
You didn't care anymore.Your tired body slowly succumbs to sleep while Miguel once again hugged you against him.
With that you both fell asleep.
Once you woken up, Miguel wasn't beside you.
You looked at the clock at the nightstand seeing that it's ten-forty five in the morning, you can't help but feel surprised you woke yourself up this early.
While you notice Miguel wasn't beside you, you took the time to mentally prepare yourself for what this day to come.
First, you gotta get ready and unpack your dorm.
Second, you gotta meet up again with Miguel's mom, who's probably making breakfast since you hear sizziling downstairs.
...
You rack your brain for more but you gave up.
But curse your brain for thinking, you suddenly remembered last night, which made you abruptly sit up straight.
As you did, your eyes fell upon the panties on the floor.
Your panties.
Teared in half.
What a way to start your day.
You sighed deeply, remembeing Miguel's way to "relax" you.
How could you ever enjoy that.
Your head was filled thoughts but was cut out when you hear small scratching noises outside.
Curiosity got the best of you and you opened the door.
You were greeted with Lyla meowing at you as if to say good morning.
Atleast there's one thing you could smile upon this day.
You crouched down to pet her which she happily accepted.
After some moments, you gathered your bearings, and washed your face and head downstairs.
As you head down even further, you smell the breakfast and you hear your stomach growling.
Not only your stomach but seems to be the voices of Miguel and Mrs. O'Hara.
"....Ya sabes como es tu papá, trabaja allá, trabaja aquí. Pero aparte de eso, ¿por qué no la llamas abajo? La comida está lista." (....You know how your dad is, work there, work here. But that aside, why don't you call her downstairs, food is ready.)
You hear Mrs. O'Hara speak and Miguel's footsteps approaching the stairs.
But he stops mid way as he already sees you go down.
"Oh! Good morning Y/N" Miguel said with a light smile.
"Uh...Goo-" You were interrupted when Mrs.O'Hara beamed at you.
"Oh, mija! You're already awake! Look at how pretty you are in that sleepdress, I knew I made the right choice,well then vamonos, I made Hueves Rancheros." (Let's go) She said as she went back to the kitchen.
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Breakfast went without a problem, aside from Conchanta teasing the both of you, saying that maybe the two of you did something last night.
You couldn't find the heart to look at her.
While you get prepared to go outside, Miguel is in his car waiting for you.
You then thought about where you are gonna stay since your gonna clean up your dorm.
You remember a friend saying that she's gonna have her own apartment and if you want, you could stay with her.
You go outside and head straight to Miguel's car.
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Car rides are always silent with Miguel.
You don't have the energy to fill it up, considering what he did last night.
Your thoughts then drive back to Steven.
You don't have the energy to deal with that right now.
What will you do once you see him?
Pretend everything is fine?
You inwardly groan at that thought. Forget it if you actually did see him. Will Miguel even let you speak to him?
While Miguel drives, he keeps glancing at you.
He remembers trying to hold back from hugging you again when he sees you with your morning bed hair.
The way you felt around his finger last night was unforgettable, it couldn't compare to any girl he fucked with.
He shook his head out from those thoughts.
He can't have a boner early in the morning right now.
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Miguel insisted on helping you unpack your dorm.
You tried denying him, but he had already moved past your form and into your room.
While unpacking your clothes, he goes around the place like he owns it and decides to unpack your study table instead.
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Time passes by quickly when your busy with your own thoughts.
Miguel tries to fill the silence with small commentary but for the most part you ignore him.
While Miguel turns on his car, you quickly notify him about moving to your friend's apartment, but he has other ideas.
"No."
"I-... Miguel, what do you mean 'no'? I can't just stay with you until graduation." You fought back.
"You're a smart person, no means no, plus my mom already likes you a lot, don't even worry about after graduation too. I talked to my dad, and I already made you intern in Alchemax." He finishes while he starts to drive.
He can't do this.
He can't just plan your life ahead without your permission.
But then again, when was the last time he did ask for your permission.
"Look, Miguel, I really can't, I want to stay with my friend I-"
"After all that my mom gave you, you're just gonna leave like that?" he interrupted.
"What- no, This isn't about her, I am thankful for what she did but I-"
"Then don't leave." He said as if he's trying you to convince you not to go to another country.
"Listen to me, Miguel...I don't feel safe when you're around, and I'm sure you know why, so for the last time, bring me to my friend."
Miguel inhales and grips the wheel tightly.
"And how bout you listen to me, Y/N. I already planned ahead, so your pretty little head won't think so much. A little gratitude would be nice."
"A thank you? Is that what you want? After all the scenarios you force me into and you want a little gratitude?" He better be thankful instead that he's driving or you might as well claw his eyes out.
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"We'll talk later." He said firmly as he parks the car, You didn't even notice you arrived.
A week has passed, and everyone you knew was preparing for graduation that's about to commence in two days. You already have your toga and everything. You admit that you feel happy you came this far despite everything, but there's one more thing.
You tried talking to Miguel about moving with your friend again, but all he did was pull your hair roughly to his face and threaten that if you speak a word about that again, he can make you not graduate.
You tried fighting back, but his grip on your hair is frighteningly strong.
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Two days have passed, and here you are with Mrs. O'Hara, she insisted she wanted to curl your hair and style your makeup a bit before all of you went to the venue.
Before all of you left, Conchanta wanted to take a picture of both you and Miguel and you forced a smile if it meant seeing her this happy.
The three of you arrived in the venue packed with parents,students and staff alike.
While teachers and staffs make their speeches, you were busy trying to look for Steven in the crowd of students.
Lo and behold, you did.
You wanted to wave at him, but he was too far away for you to notice.
You decided to do it later.
You got up the stage and got your reward and handshake and Mrs. O'Hara is taking a picture of you..
Before you knew it, everyone was hugging each other with tears streaming down and smiles on their faces.
You, though, were busy looking for Steven.
While Miguel is busy with talking to his own friends, you want to talk to your own.
Finally, you saw Steven, and without a second thought, you pulled him aside.
"Y-Y/N?"
"Steven!" You smiled while you hugged him as if he's gonna disappear in a flash.
Steven can't help but hug back even tighter.
"Ma-mate, I thought you died or something, not t-that you did but, you know."
You didn't do anything to stop his rambles but still continued hugging him.
But suddenly he pulled away.
"Wa-wait...No I can't."
Confused, you look at Steven for awnsers.
"Steven?"
"Look I...I think it's best for us not to talk...This wasn't about what happened during prom mate, It's just, your gonna hate me for hiding this from you but Miguel texted me a few days back...Well text isn't really a right term but more like demanded me to leave you or your future career will be jeopardised." Steven said as he tried not to break down.
You paused, collecting in what he just said.
Miguel really plans ahead, does he?
"Steven, I-""
You tried to reason with Steven more but it just seems like he wants to avoid it.
He has mentioned Miguel promising your safety anyway if Steven leaves you alone.
You tried convincing him that it isn't all that sunshine and rainbows.
But Steven couldn't do anything, instead he hugged you.
You froze.
Your head stopped thinking. All you could do was hug back.
Althought,It didn't last long since the next thing you knew is hearing someone's voice.
"You two done? Didn't I tell you to leave her?"
If looks could kill both, you and Steven would evaporate on the spot, considering how he was staring down at you.
You tried saying something, but a hand gripped your forearm tightly and pulled you away from Steven.
"Miguel! Let me go!" You tried wiggling your arm away from his grip, but he just tightened it futher.
He didn't spare any more second with Steven since he started leading you back to where his mom was waiting for the both of you to take pictures together.
Steven stood there, alone.
His body fills with regret as he watches you walk away.
But he remembers Miguel's words, the threats of what he can do to your body, or your career, or even your life. It scares him. He can never forgive himself for doing this, but he has high hopes that you will be safer.
Even if that meant him being away from you.
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A month has passed since then.
Miguel kept himself to his words that you and him are gonna work together.
You got your dream job being a geneticist, but is it really a dream if you're working with a man that plagues your nightmares?
After a week of your graduation, Miguel's father came back from a business trip and has talked with his son about you.
Miguel's father seemed to approve of you, so much for Miguel's delight.
Life with Miguel isn't always the prettiest but it gotten easier.
It took you several weeks to assure you that he won't hurt you, physically speaking.
Miguel and you lived with his mom and dad until Miguel surprised you with a private residence few blocks away from Alchemax.
He said it was a gift from his father to the both of you.
The private residence can fit two people or more. The backyard has a lot of space and even a pool.
The kitchen is an island type, with a sliding door that leads to a garden where you can freshly pluck vegetables and herbs.
You go upstairs and see each bedroom and guestrooms.
You can admit your in awe.
Rich people, you swear, can buy anything and won't even leave a dent in their wallet.
"I take it that you like it?"
Frick, you were busy exploring, you forgot Miguel's existance.
"I'd say it...Alright." You say monotously as you admire the bedroom, especially the walk-in closet.
Miguel chuckles as he knows the truth, especially the way you look at awe at everything.
This just proves that Miguel is perfect for you. Seeing that he can provide and impress you.
That reminds him, you two were getting risky and riskier the more you spend time with each other.
He started touching you more and more, he knows that you don't like it, fully aware of it even. But does he care?
No.
One time, he hugged you, and you tried pushing him off, but he just pushed you further into the bed and teared your underwear in half before diving a finger in.
A few days have passed from that, and he could still smell you from his finger.
Another time, you were feeling out of it, the reality of you spending your life with Miguel processed in, and you felt nothing but dead inside.
While laying in bed and contemplating your life. He removed your underwear. You tried pushing him off and telling him you weren't in the mood for it yet.
But he just swat your arm away and dived his mouth to your slit, licking every part that he can, sucking your clit with vigour and putting a finger in while doing so.
You tried holding your moans and gasps, but it was fruitless.
Months pass since then, and here you are admiring the cabinets and drawers your walk-in closet could offer.
He looked away from a bit and drifted his attention to the bed.
He suddenly remembered a superstition he heard from his mom talking to his tias.
Something about red underwear being a sole bringer of love. He used to think it's absurb, after all adults will believe any superstition they could come across to.
But now that he thinks about it.
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He wonders what underwear you're wearing now.
Before he could ponder even more, he heard the doorbell rang, and it seemed like the movers arrived.
He goes to answer the door, ignoring his lustful thoughts.
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Two months passed, and both you and Miguel got busy decorating,arranging, and finalizing the house.
You admit during the entire moving in day, it was therapeutic.
You can purposely ignore Miguel without being too obvious.
The garden was your favourite part, planting and watering seeds of all kinds, either be it fruit, vegetable, herbs, or just flowers.
Decorating your room was nice, too, but not with full freedom since you are dreadfully sharing with Miguel. But nonetheless, you take what you can, something you learn when you have been with Miguel for the past months.
Arranging spices and dishware in the kitchen can also be in your list of favourites, labelling spices and arranging cups to your least, and most favourites. Even filling out your double door fridge with ingredients such as fish, meat and etc. During your stay with Mrs. O'Hara, she has given the time to teach you several recipes.
In short, you were having the time of your life.
Miguel says otherwise.
He tries to convince himseld he's contented seeing you get all giddy and comfy when decorating the house. Getting all whimsy in your little garden.
But try as he might, he can't ignore his sexual desires, sue him for sure, but can he really hold himself back when you look like the way you do?
The way your eyes smile slightly widens when you see your plant sprouting one leaf, the way your eyes read over the ingredients, the way you hum while you inspect the fridge when you think he's not there.
And the way your body bends over to pick up that fallen book out of your hand.
It just reminds him of that time when you gave him your panties in the library.
He wishes he could bend you over the study table, but he can't.
He wants your first time to be special.
Honestly, he surprised himself for lasting this long without penetration, only satisfying himself with oral (which you greatly improved) and fingering.
But that isn't enough for him.
He has needs.
And he needs to fuck you on the bed.
But how can he without looking too desperate?
He thinks and thinks and thinks.
And finally, a light bulb goes on.
He has an idea.
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It was late at night. You were bathing yourself, and Miguel went out to get something.
Whatever he means by that.
Who cares since you get to be alone to what feels like forever. You can't remember the time you were fully alone since Miguel stuck with you like gorilla glue.
Your thoughts then drive to these few months.
Living with Miguel became tolerable, not lovely, just tolerable.
Getting this private place was nice too, and the old neighbour nearby seemed kind.
Being able to work as a geneticist is nice. at least you got your dream.
It seems like Steven did too, you remember seeing an article of Steven and his brothers finding a lost tomb of Alexander the Great. Atleast his happy.
You can also admit that Miguel is good at bed. Who are you kidding? Of course he is, considering the number of people he slept with.
The first time you gave him oral was a nightmare at best though.
He one day came back with a sour expression, you didn't want to ask why, fearing you could possibly make it worse.
But curiosity is a thing, so you did ask but.
Curiosity also killed the cat.
Next thing you know you were forced down to your knees with a hard thud and carpet roughly scrapping your knees.
While you try to fight back, he keeps mentioning how much you make him hold back then going on to say how selfish you are.
The next thing you knew was your mouth being forcefully opened with one hand while his other unzipped his pants and wasted no time to put his dick into your mouth.
You swore you almost vomited during that night, with his dick thrusting too deep into your mouth but you managed.
But he seemed to notice, seeing as he thursted until you could feel his cock throbbed in your throat.
He made you stay like that for a while, while tears and drool dripped down to your chest.
He looked down at you and groaned loudly at how you look attractive below him. And after headfucking moments, he finally came down your throat.
You shivered from the memory.
You got out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around you as you drain the water.
While you watch it drain, you hear the front door open and your bedroom next.
"Mi vida, where are you?" Miguel asked.
You step out of the bathroom, and in the arms of Miguel, it was a box, and with closer inspection, you felt like you had seen it before.
"Oh, there you are! Perfect timing, I was you to try this on, and don't come out of the bathroom until you do." He said as he lended the box to you leading you back to the bathroom and closed the door.
You paused for a while, and after some time, you put the box on top of the sink counter and unwrapped yourself out of the towel.
Whatever Miguel gave you, he seemed nothing but excited.
You carefully untied the ribbon.
Oh....
That's why it seems familiar...
In the box, you see lingerine, a red one.
Lacey with expensive looking embroidery, unlike you previous given lingerine, this one doesn't have a corset.
Although it still has stocking, with straps you could connect to the garterbelt.
You decided to wear it, not wanting to know what punishment you could face if you didn't.
After strapping the strap of the stocking to your underwear, you look at the mirror and surprised with what you see.
The colour compliments your skin tone, and the design seems to be made just for you.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on your door.
"You done yet, Mi sol?"
You took one last glance at the mirror and took a deep breath.
"Ye-Yeah! Im coming!"
You opened the bathroom door, and in front of you is Miguel sitting on the bed, frozen in place and in awe of what he sees.
He made sure the lingerine was tailored to your size, and it did your figure justice.
"U-um..."
Your voice snapped him out of his trance.
"Come here."
With a bit of hesitation, you followed his orders.
As you got closer, both of his hands didn't waste time to grab your waist to pull you closer for inspection.
His hands glide over the delicate lace and fabric. Sometimes, pulling back the straps to see it snap back in place, making you yelp in pain, he didn't feel an ounce of regret. Instead, his pants just felt tighter.
"No sé cómo me contuve después de todos estos meses..." (I dont know how I held back after all these months....)
You notice Miguel speaking under his breath. His words aren't clear enough for you to hear.
"We've spent time together for so long, mi vida....So please...Let me.." Miguel begged as he started placing light kisses on your stomach.
You know what he means, after all that oral and fingering, you know he isn't gonna be satisfied with only just that.
But your not ready.
You don't when you'll ever be ready.
Especially when it comes to him.
"Miguel....Look Im not-"
"You know I don't like repeating myself." You froze as he stopped his kisses but instead looked up to you with impatience written on his face.
Usually, you would avoid it and just follow after him.
But this is different.
"I-I know Miguel but-"
"Good, so you know what to do."
Your hands started shaking without you noticing.
You didn't know how long you've been standing there, but It seemed to get the attention of Miguel.
His hands started caressing your body even more, rubbing over your forearms, up to your back, until your legs.
That seemed to ground you a bit.
"First times are scary, hm? Don't worry, bebita, I'll be gentle."
You somehow highly doubt that.
You try to inhale and exhale, although it was shaky, it still did the job.
You still didn't say anything but Miguel took it as a cue to pull you to the bed until your completely layed down.
You can't help but feel your body tense.
This is it.
You're gonna lose your virginity to the person you hate.
Miguel, didn't waste time to get on top of you. He placed both arms between your head and admired you.
"Te ves tan hermosa el día que te conocí." (you look as beautiful the day I met you.)
You hate yourself for blushing at his words, you turned your head away to hide it.
"Aww, don't go all shy on me."
His thumb and index finger gripped your chin gently to make you face him.
His lips carressed yours in a passionate kiss, gentle yet impatient, loving but fierce.
If you're gonna lose your first time with this man, you might as well enjoy it.
You kissed back, and he couldn't hold back a small, muffled moan.
After a few seconds, he finally pulled back, both of you catching your breath.
He lifted his hands and pulled off his shirt of him. Next was his pants, leaving him in boxers.
The moonlight from the window highlighted his muscles, shadows dancing around both of you.
His hands quickly returned to caressing your body and lifted up to your chest to undo the bra.
"I should get you more of this, maybe in dark blue next, maybe even white..." He rambled as he finally took off your bra and threw it somewhere of the floor.
He leaned down to kiss your jaw, then your neck, until your collarbone where he started sucking, making sure to leave multiplr marks.
"O-oh...Miguel." You softly whined.
"Shhh....Déjame cuidarte" (Let me take care of you)
He continued trailing kisses and leaving marks until you felt his mouth on your pert nipple.
"Ah! Mig!-" Your hand automatically goes to land on his soft hair.
Your small yelps and moan continue as he sucks and slightly glides his teeth on your tits.
He lets go of your tit and does the same treatment with the other one.
You can't help but feel wetter from his actions.
You whimpered as he let's go and started trailing kisses again, leading more and more toward your region.
He lifts his head slightly to remove your panties, but not without admiring the wet spot on it, he groans at the sight.
Without further ado, he removes it and tosses it to the same place with the bra, leaving you with the garterbelt and stockings.
He didn't waste time diving to taste your slick with a big swipe of his tongue on your slit.
"Mmhm! Miguel!" Your hand gripped his hair while he continued his actions making you wet and wetter.
His own moans are muffled as he sucks on your clit.
Your moans did nothing but grew louder, making him more encouraged to put a finger in you, thrusting slowly.
You moan louder as you feel his index and middle finger curl up, hitting your spot successfully.
You suddenly feel your body tensing up more and more and you know what's coming.
"F-f-fuck, Migu-." You tried warning him, but it was too late, for the tension in your body snapped and you came.
Miguel licked and sucked more, not wanting to waste a single drop.
While you tried catching your breath, Miguel sat up and took off his boxers.
You look down and gulp. You already had experienced how hard it was to deep throat that thing. You're now nervous how your gonna take it in.
Miguel sensed your rising hesitation.
"Shhh...Its okay, its okay." He rubbed circles on your thighs and started undoing the garterbelt and removing your stockings, tossing them onto floor like everything else, leaving you completely naked.
"Respira hondo para mí, mi amor." (Deep breaths for me, my love)
You inhaled deeply, and Miguel took this chance to shove his tip into you.
You loudly yelp in pain, and your hands came around your body, and lips kissed your forehead.
"You're doing great, so great. No, no, don't cry, mi amor. You're doing great." Miguel continued reassuring you.
You didn't even notice that tears were coming down. You were too busy focusing on the harsh stretch you're experiencing. Sure, his fingers were something too, but it doesn't compare to his dick.
Minutes ticked by, and he thrusted a little more of his length in you, making you both hiss from the feeling.
"Ohhuhgg, fuck your tight.." Miguel groaned to your ear making you squirm.
You didn't want to look down, fearing how much was still isn't in you.
Few more minutes and you feel yourself loosen up more.
But Miguel is never known for patience.
He tried really, believe him but the feeling of your cunt sucking him in as if he's gonna disappear, just does things to him.
It doesn't help you're a virgin. His long, unfulfilled fantasy is finally coming true.
With that, he thrusted the rest of his length in you.
You screamed and moaned in pain, both pleasure and discomfort mixing together.
Miguel, on the other hand, moaned, his words slurred, mixing both English and Spanish together.
Your hands came gripped onto his back, and your nails scratching him, making Miguel hiss even more.
Miguel lifted himself up using his elbows to look down at you.
You couldn't get anymore beautiful can you?
Moonlight accentuated your features, your tears and sweat shine among it.
He couldn't help himself but kissed you deeply. Ingrating the taste and feeling of you.
"So good, so so good for me."
His hips started moving and he could swore you felt wetter and warmer this time.
He looked down to see the bedsheets stained with red, much deeper than your lingerine.
He finally did it.
He finally took you for himself.
You, on the other hand, can't focus much except for the pain that's blooming between your legs.
"Mig....It hurts..." You whimpered weakly.
"Shh, I know... I know, mi vida, just stay with me, yeah?" He kissed your forehead and leaned in so your foreheads were touching together, making you feel more emotional than ever.
Miguel soon felt you loosen up more and took that as a cue to thrust back and forth.
Your moans did nothing but spur him to thrust even faster.
Before you know it, his hips are slamming into you, making you both hear the wet slaps.
Miguel's grunts and your moans mix together into one, filling the room with it.
The bed creaks with the strength Miguel puts in his thrusts.
His dick reached places you didn't know existed in your making you arch your back when he continued hitting that one spot continues.
"FfUck!, Miguel, right- AH! There! Right there!"
Miguel listened as he thrusted into the spot that made you see starts.
"Te amo mucho. Dilo por favor, por favor." (Love you, so, so much. Say it, please,please)
His hips slowed down and you whimpered.
"I-I loveee you t-too" you weakly said but it was enough for Miguel.
He kissed you deeply while he thrusted faster and deeper this time making your eyes roll at the back.
Both of your bodies started feeling tense, and hips ploughed into you harder.
"Cum with me, cumwith me, cumwithme cumwithme cumwithmecumwi- SHI- FUCKING HELL, oh mierda eso es todo."
"MIIGUELL!"
The tension finally snapped as your fingers scratched harder at the back of Miguel.
Miguel couldn't careless when your cunt felt significantly tighter, milking him for all his worth.
Both your breaths are heavy. And bodies feel numb from the activities.
After catching your breath, your body feels tired, and your eyelids are weighing down.
Without knowing you felt asleep, ignoring the pain and the pleasure as you finally drifted off.
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It took a good minute for Miguel to finally gather his bearings.
He looked at you with nothing but admiration as your breath levels out while you sleep.
After a few more minutes, he cleaned you off with a damp towel and checked your body for any damages.
After confirming none major injuries, he finally lay down next to you.
He finally did it.
Got the person of his dreams.
Aside from challenges and tribulations.
He did it.
He has you in his arms all tucked in.
Took your first kiss.
Took your first time.
And finally, took you as a person.
And it felt nothing to him but Child's Play.
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A/N: We finally did it! I can't say im proud of this one tho, but thank you for those who supported me throughout the making of Child's Play.
#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel spiderman#miguel x you#spiderman 2099#tw yandere#tw yancore#tw bullying#miguel smut#tw dubious consent#tw noncon#ftm nsft#tw threats
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Oops! Almost missed this one, thank you to all of you for the tags, it finally woke up my tumblr app enough to yell at me!
The good news is that today was a suuuper productive writing day, and I can taste the end of chapter one of the WW2 AU! We're getting there, yall. The first mile of a million but hey. We're on the path 😂
Since the minute his train had pulled into Grand Central and he’d seen June’s hand flapping at him anxiously from all the way down the terminal, he’d been entranced with everything about New York: the bright lights, the swirl of language and music and noise underlying every corner of the city with its own custom symphony; his ability to start the day with huevos rancheros and end it with chocolate zeppole all within the same distance from his front door. He loved the way the city lived and breathed beneath his feet, the cumulation of hundreds of thousands of private lives all lived within a hair's breadth of one another, on top of a land older than them all, that had been absorbing the energy of a slowly growing humanity long before the first white-ass cabrones had set foot on this already-owned land.
“Hey, Alex, missed you last night!” The owner of the corner newsstand yells at him as he passes, waving with the newspaper in his hand as Alex touches two fingers to the corner of his hat and smiles.
“Something tells me you did alright,” he yells back, and catches Miguel’s fond eye roll as he keeps walking and Miguel goes back to stocking the day's papers.
The boys are on their collision course, friends. Wish them both luck! Tags under the cut, but as always, if you wanna play, consider yourself tagged!
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La leyenda resurge… “Zorro”
Diego de la Vega es elegido para ser el nuevo Zorro, pero él solo tiene una preocupación: desenmascarar a los asesinos de su padre y llevarlos ante la justicia, por lo que, en un primer momento, rechaza la propuesta. Tras repensárselo y aceptar el designio de los espíritus, Diego acepta.
En este año uno, del nuevo justiciero, descubrimos como Diego no solo se esmera en solucionar la desesperada situación de los habitantes de Los Ángeles y enmendar las injusticias que sufren, sino también en ganarse su confianza, logrando también el respeto y el cariño del pueblo.
En su búsqueda de la verdad, Diego aprende que ser un héroe no significa solo salvar a los demás, sino aceptar una enorme responsabilidad. Por ello, debe ser capaz de anteponer el bien común al propio, aun a costa de sacrificar aquello que más quiere: la mano de Lolita, su amor de juventud.
Además, descubre cómo es realmente California, un lugar en el que los indígenas conviven con las ambiciones de los rancheros, la comunidad china, los terratenientes explotadores y un gobernador corrupto y tirano que tiene sometido a su pueblo, obligándole a intervenir y a demostrar que los espíritus no se habían equivocado eligiéndole como justiciero.
Este inexperto héroe se abre paso ante todo tipo de adversidades para convertirse en un nuevo Zorro para los nuevos tiempos que vive la multicultural y cambiante sociedad californiana de principios del siglo XIX.
Estreno: 19 de enero de 2024 en Prime Video.
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Creada por Carlos Portela, la serie cuenta con las actuaciones de Miguel Bernardeau, Renata Notni, Dalia Xiuhcoatl, Emiliano Zurita, Elia Galera, Paco Tous, Rodolfo Sancho, Cristo Fernández, Francisco Reyes, Cecilia Suárez, Luis Tosar, Ana Layevska, entre otros.
#Zorro#Miguel Bernardeau#Renata Notni#Dalia Xiuhcoatl#Emiliano Zurita#Elia Galera#Paco Tous#Rodolfo Sancho#Cristo Fernández#Francisco Reyes#Cecilia Suárez#Luis Tosar#Ana Layevska#Series#Prime Video
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older ranchero!Miguel (this isn’t finished tho)
#art#digital art#digital drawing#miguel o'hara#spider man 2099#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#oscar isaac#miguel o’hara x reader
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I need to know how ranchero Miguel convinced the parents to let him marry their daughter. Was it a shotgun wedding? 👀
Indeed 👀. Bit of Drama and slight angst under the cut.
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You had woken up nauseous and dizzy, for the third time in a row. Your mother was concerned. Had something made you sick? She was stricter with the kitchen staff to be more careful. But upon the wafting smell of your usual morning soup, an egg drop soup, entered your room, you retched on the bathroom, again.
You paled.
When was the last time your period came? It was hard to keep tabs when you were trying to attend other business and try to not die in the process. Two months and counting. You barely had the chance of seeing Miguel as well, since he had his own good share of work in the barn.
And he was the last and only man you have been with. Your hands went around your tummy and tears were in the verge of spilling. You were pregnant.
God, you were so scared. You knew how your parents thought of him, and for all you knew, they still thought you were pure.
But as things were going sooner or later They'd find out, probably kick him out and you'd be forced to marry a guy that looked like him to make pass the child as his. The thought scared you shitless, so you washed your mouth, bathed, got dressed and went to him.
He was talking with the foreman of another estate, but excused himself upon seeing you.
His smile faltered when you approached, solemn look, and red nose by the constant sniffling.
"Hey, hey. Come here. ¿Qué le pasa a mi chula?" (What's wrong with you, gorgeous?)
You whimpered and buried your face in his chest. He held you tightly.
"You mom got you on another date?" He rolled his eyes and you shook your head.
"Your dad tried to sell Luis again?" Another shake of your head.
"Then what is it? You gotta tell me,princesa."
"I..." You hiccuped, "I think I'm pregnant."
You could feel him tense and he made you look at him. You thought he'd be angry but the shine in his eyes proved you otherwise.
"¿Voy a ser papá?" He questioned with a excited yet strained voice. You just stared at him and he kissed you, deeply (Am I gonna be a dad?)
"¡Me vas a hacer papá!" (You're making me a dad!)
He was happy and you broke down.
"Why are you crying? Aren't you excited?"
"I am but... Dad will kick you out and... and.. -" You hiccuped and he just held you with a smile.
" Ps, que me eche. I've got my own home anyways. And if... things get bad, you'll come with me. Okay?" He squeezed you tightly and grunted happily, "Dios te vas a ver preciosa con esa panza toda grandota y redonda. Te voy a cuidar, vas a ser mi reina. Ya vas a ver."
(He can do that.) (God, you'll look gorgeous with that big and round belly. Imma take care of you, you'll be my queen. You'll see.)
He just kept rambling things you couldn't understand, but seeing him giddy made your aching heart to relax.
"I'll talk to him. I... Le voy a pedir tu mano." (Imma ask him your hand in marriage)
"W-What? are you sure of it? I mean, I don't want you getting hurt. He might look like an old man but... he knows his tricks.
"Your mother is the one that I'm concerned about."
And he was right.
"ABSOLUTELY NO." She had protested, the staff had been hiding behind the doors, listening to the scene unfold.
"How dare you asking for such thing!"
"Mom-"
"No. Who do you think you are?! Of course you won't marry her! She's set for better things!"
Miguel's eyes narrowed and your heart stopped with sudden rage.
"I want him!" You stood up, stomping your hands on the table.
"I'm old enough to decide on my own, Mom. I... I love Miguel." With every word that spilled from your mouth, she held her heart as your dad just pinched his nose bridge. He had been silent the whole talk, just glaring holes at Miguel.
"Good lord... Just... Imagine the scandal, the people... What would they say about you?! About us?!"
"They already talk shit under our nose, mom. Their opinion is irrelevant. None really approaches us if it's not for a favor."
"You... you brat!"
"I'm pregnant."
Miguel stood to calm you down as the fight kept rising. Your dad immediately straightened up and looked at Miguel.
"You." His voice venomous, but calm, "And you." He pointed at you.
"Tomorrow at church. 8 am."
"You can't be serious! You'll wed them?!
"Your yelling won't make her less pregnant. And I rather have them wedded than having an off marriage child. A sin." Your dad mumbled and looked at you, your rage seemed to be consuming you by how they spoke of your future child. Miguel's expression hardened, a low growl emanating from him.
"Once you're married, I want you both out of my property, got it?"
"Fine! I didn't want to spent my life being a fucking trophy wife for some rich man I barely know."
You were wedded, and despite your dad underlying sadness, and he wanting to swallow his words back, pride didn't allow him to speak and ask you to stay. Your mother didn't even look at your way.
Miguel had packed your things and put them on his truck. You left to a new life with him and your future family.
#miguel o'hara#t writes✨#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x reader#Miguel Ranchero#Bit of drama#La Novela Haha#atsv miguel
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i am disrespectfully looking, howling, and barking at your drawing of ranchero!miguel
Le me join you
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Quien creo los corridos
El corrido nació a principios del siglo XIX durante la época de la independencia y ganó mucha popularidad durante la Revolución Mexicana (1910-1920), porque relataba las aventuras de los revolucionarios y sus líderes. Los corridos son populares hoy en día también.
A ciencia cierta no se sabe quién los creo pero nos damos una idea pero podés decir que:
Pedro infante, Antonio Aguilar ,Jorge Negrete, Joan Sebastian, Chalino Sánchez , Lalo Mora , Lorenzo de Monteclaro, Cornelio Reyna y José Alfredo Jiménez... etc pero el mejor exponente Beto Quintanilla para mí gusto estos son los exponentes de los corridos rancheros como Miguel miguel los invasores de nuevo León , los cardenales de nuevo León etc como el gallo de oro. Y Ariel Camacho.
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let’s get one thing straight. miguel is not a reggaeton boy, but a ranchero man.
p.s… here’s the playlist i made for him
#miguel o’hara#he also loves luismi…#sigh man is so romantic#the playlist is stuff that he’d listen to/reminds me of him/is him coded/stuff i’s show him
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Independencia de México
¿Qué es la Independencia de México resumen?
El 16 de septiembre de 1810 estalló una revolución social de la cual nacería nuestro país como una Nación independiente, libre y soberana. El 27 de septiembre de 1821 culminó la Independencia de México, después de una guerra de once años que fue una gran revolución popular para librarse del dominio español.La guerra de Independencia fue una masiva revolución popular, en la que decenas de miles de indígenas, de afrodescendientes, de mulatos, de mestizos, campesinos, mineros y rancheros, hombres y mujeres, engrosaron las filas insurgentes siguiendo al llamado del cura Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla y, en unos cuantos meses, conformaron un ejército popular que hirió de muerte al régimen colonial y desmanteló un sistema social opresivo y excluyente. La lucha encabezada por Hidalgo y continuada por José María Morelos fue un movimiento libertario y justiciero Después de once años de guerra civil, se presentó una coyuntura favorable para ponerle fin mediante la alianza entre el jefe realista, Agustín de Iturbide, y el jefe insurgente, Vicente Guerrero, quienes decidieron consumar la Independencia a través de un pacto político que se plasmó en el Plan de Iguala, con el que se identificaron prácticamente todos los grupos sociales del país y todas las regiones.
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"El Abusador" acumula tres bambinazos en lo que va de campaña y promedia .397 puntos en bateo, una de las cifras más altas en la Liga Nacional. Lleva 11 carreras y ha anotado 13 en catorce juegos. Acuña Jr bateó de 4-3. Para Estrada también fue su tercer estacazo y mantiene una encendida línea de bateo con .262 de promedio y 6 carreras empujadas. Martín Pérez le ganó el duelo a Luis García y alcanzó su segunda victoria.
Stefano Malavé Macri/Harold Capote
Los Bravos de Atlanta se imponen en una nueva jornada del mejor beisbol del mundo en el Kauffman Stadium de Kansas City ante los Reales por marcador de diez carreras por seis, siendo Ronald Acuña Jr una de las figuras del encuentro.
El pelotero sabanero desapareció la bola en la sexta entrada, cuando tenía cuenta de cero bolas y dos strikes, un out y un corredor en la inicial. Un sólido batazo por el sector izquierdo pondría las acciones diez carreras por tres.
"El Abusador" ya cuenta con tres bambinazos en la presente campaña y promedia .397 puntos en bateo, una de las cifras más altas en la Liga Nacional. También ha impulsado once carreras y ha anotado trece en catorce juegos.
Acuña Jr tiene récord de 4-3 en el duelo de este viernes con un cuadrangular, dos sencillos y dos remolques, los cuales llegaron por medio de su cuadrangular.
Thairo Estrada apalea a los Tigres de Miguel Cabrera
[caption id="attachment_70853" align="aligncenter" width="675"] Thairo Estrada. Foto: AP[/caption]
Thairo Estrada suma su tercer vuelacercas de la temporada, en el choque entre los Gigantes de San Francisco y los Tigres de Detroit. El criollo castigó en su primer turno al bate al abridor de los bengalíes, Joey Wentz. Con una conexión al jardín izquierdo y central, el equipo de la bahía se adelantó en el choque.
Al octavo pitcheo del turno, el venezolano logró conectar la bola en uno de los parques más difíciles por la amplitud de sus jardines. Mantiene una encendida línea de bateo, con promedio para .262 de promedio y seis carreras empujadas.
That's one way to start a game ðª @SFGiants pic.twitter.com/NkjAp2hrbv
— B/R Walk-Off (@BRWalkoff) April 14, 2023
Estrada es uno de los toleteros más encendidos de la alineación de los Gigantes, que quiere volver a pelear en el Oeste de la Nacional.
Martín Pérez se lleva la mejor parte ante Luis García
[caption id="attachment_70854" align="aligncenter" width="675"] Martín pérez logró su segunda victoria. Foto: Instagram losrangers[/caption]
El nuevo capítulo de duelo monticular entre venezolanos en las Grandes Ligas, fue ganado por Martín Pérez ante Luis García. Durante 5 entradas el zurdo lanzó de manera aceptable, cediendo 5 imparables, 2 cuadrangulares, 2 carreras, limpias ambas, dio 4 boletos y ponchó a 4 para dejar su marca en 2-1 con 2.87 de efectividad con los Rangers de Texas.
En contraparte, para los Astros de Houston el derecho también lanzó 5 tramos de 5 carreras, todas merecidas, con 2 pasaportes y 7 abanicados. Cargó con el revés que dejó su balance en 0-2 con 7.71.
Desde el mismo primer inning los rancheros picaron adelante, con doble de Nathaniel Lowe que engomó a Marcus Semien. Sumaron otras 2 en la alta del 3ro por intermedio del cuadrangular de Adolis García, que encontró a Lowe en circulación.
La respuesta sideral llegó en el cierre de ese episodio tras vuelacercas solitario de Yordan Álvarez, pero la inefectividad del criollo en el montículo, permitió a Texas ampliar con 2 en la 5ta, ahí de nuevo apareció Lowe, esa vez con sencillo impulsor de Leody Taveras y Semien.
Houston de nuevo descontó con tablazo de cuatro esquinas sin gente en bases, salido del madero de Martín Maldonado, esto fue insuficiente y la visita marcó otra en el 9no para cerrar la pizarra 6x2.
Los Rangers quedaron con récord de 8-5; los Astros con 6-8.
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You tube jose alfredo jimenez
He is aIso a fellow óf the Global Labór Organization and án associate of thé Singularity University Cómmunity, having been á member of Chátham House, Canning Housé and the Windsór Energy Group, amóng other similar institutións.ĭuring his dipIomatic career he occupiéd some of VenezueIas top ambassadorial pósts, including Washington, Lóndon, Madrid and BrasiIia.Īs an académic, he has táught at several univérsities both in VenezueIa and abroad, dirécted institutions in thé field of foréign policy and writtén extensively on internationaI affairs.Īccording to internationaI relations best seIling author Parag Khánna: Alfredo Toro Hárdy is the quintessentiaI scholar-diplomat. It was his way of thanking the public for all of the affection they had shown him throughout his career as one of the most prolific and highly regarded composers and singers Mexico has ever produced.Jiminez, Jos A.Jimnez, Jos Alberto Gimnez, Jos Alfredo, Jos Alfredo Gimnez, Jos Alfredo J., Jose Alfredo Jimemez, Jose Alfredo Jimenes, Jose Alfredo Jimenez, Jos Alfredo Jimnez Sandoval, Jose Alfredo Jiminez, Jos Antonio, Jos Antonio Jimnez, Jose Gimenez, Jose Jimenez, Jose Jimenez, Sr., Jos-Alfredo Jimenez, Luis A. One of his last appearances on Mexican television occurred in 1973, just months prior to his death, where he introduced his last song, "Gracias", accompanied by his wife, singer Alicia Juarez. He was only forty-seven years old when he died in Mexico City, of complications resulting from cirrhosis of the liver. Like many of his contemporary stars, such as Jorge Negrete, Pedro Infante, and Javier Solís, Jiménez died young. The country artist Luke Tan recorded a disc of his favorite Jiménez songs in Spanish, including some English translations. In addition, Joaquín Sabina paid homage to Jiménez with his song, "Por el Bulevar de los Sueños Rotos" ("On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams"). In addition to his own recordings, many of his songs have been recorded by renowned artists from around the Spanish-speaking world, most notably by the following artists: Selena, which she sang “Cuando Nadie Te Quiera”, Miguel Aceves Mejía, Enrique Bunbury, Antonio Aguilar, Tania Libertad, Luis Aguilar, Lola Beltrán, Vikki Carr, Gualberto Castro, Rocío Dúrcal, Alejandro Fernández, Pedro Fernández, Vicente Fernández, Los Relámpagos Del Norte con Cornelio Reyna y Ramón Ayala, Los Tigres del Norte, Manolo García, Little Joe Hernández & The Latinaires, Julio Iglesias, Pedro Infante, the Mexican rock group Maná, Luis Miguel, Jorge Negrete, Sunny Ozuna & The Sunliners, María Dolores Pradera, Javier Solís, and Chavela Vargas. Among the most famous are "Yo", "Me equivoqué contigo", " Ella", "Paloma querida","Que se me acabe la Vida ", "Tú y la mentira", "Media vuelta", " El Rey", "Sin sangre en las venas", "El jinete", "Si nos dejan", "Amanecí en tus brazos", "Llegando a ti", "Tu recuerdo y yo", El hijo del pueblo", "Cuando el destino", "El caballo blanco", "Llegó borracho el Borracho" and "Que te vaya bonito", as well as "Camino de Guanajuato", where he sang about his home state of Guanajuato. The first ever songs of José Alfredo Jiménez to be recorded.Īfter this promising beginning, he composed more than 1,000 songs. He recorded "Ella, "Yo", "Serenata huasteca" and "Tu Recuerdo y yo". Don Miguel was impressed and promised to support him and record his songs. A few days later, José Alfredo arrived to the radio and started singing a capella his songs “Ella” and some more. Miguel asked him to look for him at the Radio Station XEW, where he had an audition called Amanecer Ranchero, together with the Mariachi Vargas and Rubén Fuentes. Would you like to hear some? Maybe you like them”. I`m waiter because of necessity, but I compose songs. The clerk came to him and asked: “Don Miguel. One day in 1948, Miguel Aceves Mejía and some friends arrived for dinner to a restaurant called La Sirena, in Santa Maria de la Rivera. He was discovered in 1948 by the singer Miguel Aceves Mejía and according to him he did not play an instrument and did not even know the Spanish word for " waltz" or what " keys" his songs were in. Jiménez was born in Dolores Hidalgo, Guanajuato, Mexico.
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