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amourrs · 5 months

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so there’s this absolutely filthy thought that’s stuck in my head of miguel with standing missionary… oh to be fucked in the air like a doll… what can i say i love my men big n strong.

thanks for your request lovey!! — one where you and your boyfriend have a quickie in a public bathroom (established relationship, smut 18+, 0.8k)

Your back is pressed to the wall, hands scraping for purchase against it and coming up empty as your legs squeeze firmly around your boyfriend’s thighs. This is kind of disgusting, you think fleetingly, your head turning towards the closed toilet half a foot to your right. You quickly decide not to care about hygiene, though, not with six feet and nine inches of muscle and sex appeal hard and willing in front of you.

“Cariño,” Miguel pants into your mouth, hands coming up to circle your waist. You’re forced to turn back to him as your eyes begin to flutter closed. “Nuh uh- eyes open, honey. Gotta keep your attention on me or I’m gonna get jealous of a toilet and we can’t give Morales that kind of ammunition against me, not when he caught me stroking that cat last week.”

Your eyes snap open at once. “That cat has a name, Miguel, and it’s Monty—” A gasp cuts you off and it takes you a second to realise that it came from your own throat. Miguel’s hips snap into yours a second time as a smug smile saunters across his lips, twisting them into a condescending expression.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t give a fuck what the cat was called, sweetheart. How could I when I have you right here? Fuck, you’re dripping for me, angel, gonna feel so good when you cum around my cock,” he groans, hands sliding down to cup your thighs as he massages them in his grip. Heat rises to your face and you promptly bury yourself in his neck, peppering kisses to the junction where it meets his jawline as he chuckles at you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, corazón. Actin’ like this wasn’t your idea in the first place,” Miguel teases, his voice cracking slightly as his cock drags against your velvety walls and you let out a broken moan.

“Shut up,” you whine, head still firmly planted against your boyfriend’s hot skin. “Didn’t— fuck— ask, did I?”

Something about the pettiness of your statement is far harder to take seriously when Miguel has your legs shaking around him and so he decides to let it slide, opting to laugh at you rather than torturing you further. “Okay, okay, mi— shit, squeezin’ me so tight. You close, honey? Gonna cum for me? God, please cum for me, you look so pretty when you do—” It’s not long before the huge man’s babbling has your head tilting back to hit the wall of the stall as your cunt clenches around him, your orgasm washing over you as Miguel’s thumb comes up to brush against your clit. You jolt slightly at the stimulation, whining at the slight pain that’s beginning to creep in as Miguel’s thrusts speed up. He’s pounding into you with no reprieve now, arm up above you as he clutches at the top of the stall’s wall to steady himself. “I know, mi vida, I know. I’m sorry, I’m so close, I swear— fuck— taking me so well, cariño, I’m gonna— shit”, he swears, pulling out at the last moment so that he can paint your thigh with his release. It’s so hot when his head slides back to moan as he cums and you have to resist the urge to bite him, instead deciding to whine as you turn on shaky legs to sit on top of the closed lid of the toilet. Miguel turns to you a second later, pulling toilet roll out of the dispenser to his left as he leans over and begins to clean himself off of the soft skin of your thigh, leaving a sweet kiss behind on the spot as he does so.

“So,” he starts as soon as you’re both fully dressed again, your breath finally beginning to return to your lungs. He’s bending down to retie your shoelace for you as he squares his shoulders and looks up into your eyes, an expression of pure, unadulterated (and rather sappy) love evident on his face. “I have a really important question to ask you, and it’s been on my mind for so long—”

You roll your eyes at him, incredulous. “Miguel O’Hara, I swear to God. If you dare propose to me in a public bathroom—”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen in mock surprise and he rises to his feet. “Propose? To you? In a bathroom?! Mi vida, what are you on about? Clearly I was about to ask if you wanted falafel or sushi for dinner,” he rebukes, barely holding in a peal of laughter as it shakes his broadened shoulders.

“Oh, fuck off, O’Hara. Obviously I want sushi.”

Miguel grins at your irritated expression before leaning down to smear an affectionate kiss across your forehead. “Sushi it is then, cariño.”

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milequaritchsslut · 10 months

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Okay but hear me out, a lil drabble about Miguel being into somnophilia bc I definitely feel like he is. Like he gets home after working late to his baby sleeping and looking good, he’s definitely into it.

Somnophilia with Miguel

Warnings: Thigh job, (Reader and Miguel have agreed that they’re ok with him doing this, so this is 100% consensual), orgasm (m), fluff

You’d be fast asleep inside your shared apartment, hair a bit frazzled atop your silk pillows. Nonetheless you looked beautiful like this, to him at least. He watched as your chest rose and fell softly, your absolutely oblivious to your boyfriends rock hard cock brushing against your thigh. His mushroomy tip dripping with pre-cum, palming himself as he got closer.

His chest was flush with your back now, hands pulling you closer to him. He was gentle and quiet, slowly his fingers lifted up your leg, making room for his thick cock. His hips pushed against your clothed cunt, a low grumble falling from his lips as he placed your leg back down. He could feel your arousal, your slick seeping out of your thong and onto his cock. Making it easier for him to move, he waited a minute to make sure you were asleep. Then his hips began moving, cock brushing against your covered clit as he held onto your hips and buried his face into our neck. You were so warm and soft against him, your small whines egging him on to keep going.

‘Ah fuck’ he groaned out, the soft skin of your thighs sandwiching his cock so deliciously he could already feel his arousal pooling in his stomach.

His pace was sickening, he gave up on letting you sleep. He began groaning and whispering dirty things into your ear—knowing you’d never hear them. He let out another hiss, his orgasm building up in his stomach before he finally let go, giving one last thrust as his seed spurted onto the sheets next to you and on your stomach.

You felt that last thrust, causing your eyes to flutter open, oblivious to what was happening. ‘Miguel’ you asked groggy, looking down at the mess. Your eyes widened and looked at his cock stuffed between your plush thighs.

‘Hey hey It’s ok’ he cooed, kissing down your neck softly as he smiled. His sudden show of affection calmed you down as you let out a small breath.

‘Miguel were you-‘

‘Shhh, just go back to sleep mi amor’ he pulled out between you and pulled his pants back up. He held you closely to him and smiled, you let him hold you and decided to ignore it finally and closed your eyes

‘Love you so much mami’

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jfksbrainmatter · 28 days

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personal space heater. 🤍

miguel o’hara x reader

genre : fluff 🧸

summary : you’re cold, miguel warms you up. <3

author note : i wrote this while shivering to death (vv self-indulgent)

wc : 316

you came home late from work in the dead of winter, cursing yourself for picking up extra hours while walking to your bedroom. miguel, your boyfriend, was snoring peacefully in bed, warm and cozy. when you slipped off your uniform you realized just how cold the air around you was. you threw on one of miguel’s t-shirts (that was two sizes too big) and fought against the shivers radiating in your chest. after taking down your hair and washing your face, you rush to crawl into bed next to miguel, feeling his warmth envelope you as his soft snores fill the room.

as you scoot closer to miguel, you feel him stir from the touch of your cold hands on his body, his snores stopped filling the air around you. shit. you huddle close to him, not caring about having woken him up and searching for any kind of warmth as he groans and squirms from the shocking cold of your touch.

“what the hell amor?” miguel grumbly mumbles, voice thick and deliciously raspy with sleep. “sorry m-miggy i’m jus’ so c-cold” you respond in a quivering tone. miguel sighs, rolling on his side and pulling you to press into his chest, your ice cold hands reaching under his shirt making him jump. “hey- watch it….” he says as a warning, not having any real threat behind his words.

“you’re like a damn space heater baby…” you giggle softly as you whisper to him, your whole body shivering as miguel rubs his giant hands over your arms and back to stop them. i mean- his poor baby is cold, he has to help her get warm somehow!! miguel finally wraps his arms around you, kissing your head lazily and sighing.

“go to sleep corazón, you had a long day at work..” he rests his head against yours as you slowly fall asleep in his warm, comfy arms.

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greensagephase · 9 days

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A Romantic Concert Night

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x Female!Reader Summary: A romantic concert night with Miguel, your boyfriend. Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: a lot of Spanish spoken (translations provided); reader understands and speaks Spanish; pre-established relationship; artist/group is Latino; romantic and soft Miguel; intimacy between Miguel and reader; mention of love making but no actual smut; a little of protective Miguel health wise, more like caring; Miguel doesn't care about dropping money for you, mans just want to spoil you; mention of future marriage; hand kissing, hand holding; Miguel just being a romantic boyfriend A/N: Inspired by the song “Quédate Bebé” by Grupo Frontera and me going to one of their concerts last year. If anyone reading this recognizes Grupo Frontera, then you know all their songs are about love and heartbreak, so that's the vibe for the concert (I’m a hopeless romantic and so is Miguel). So just enjoy a cute, sweet, and romantic Miguel! Masterlist

Miguel and you have been fans of this music group for months now. You know all their songs and lyrics. Their music is always part of your car rides, in which you’re usually Miguel’s passenger princess, and more often than not, the two of you end up singing while he drives.

Knowing this, Miguel immediately buys tickets as soon as the group/artist announces a tour. He surprises you with them, looking forward to spending a lovely evening at your side because that’s something Miguel loves, spending time with you, his beautiful girlfriend.

The day finally arrives after weeks of waiting for your tour date. Miguel and you dress up for the occasion. You honestly can’t stop looking at Miguel because he looks fine as hell, and his cologne - it does something to you. You can’t help but smell him a few times before you even leave your shared apartment because he smells so good. Eventually you head out of your apartment and head to the elevators. The plan is to drive to the venue, so you need to go down to the building’s car garage. However, just as the elevator’s doors open, Miguel tells you that he forgot something.

“Wait for me here, okay? I’ll be right back,” Miguel says giving your hand a squeeze before he hurries to retrieve whatever he forgot. You can’t help but wonder what it is since it appeared that both of you had everything already. You shrug it off and wait for him for a few minutes before he returns with a small smile.

“Let’s go, mi vida [my life].”

Miguel drives to the concert, his fingers interlaced with yours at some points during the drive. Other times, he lays his hand on your thigh, his warmth comfortably sinking into your skin. And of course, you play some of the artist’s/group’s music just to prepare yourselves during the drive.

Upon arriving to the venue, Miguel takes care of everything. He handles the ticket situation and holding hands, he asks if he can buy you anything as he glances at the food concessions.

“Do you want something to drink, mi vida [my life]? Maybe we can buy some water bottles, just in case we get thirsty? Or maybe a snack?” he offers, leading you towards the concessions to take a look.

He ends up buying some drinks and snacks for the two of you before he leads you to your seats since the venue is accommodated for seating and the concert is a smaller one with only about two thousand seats.

A few minutes after settling down and getting your things together while you wait for the concert to start, you pull out your phone and lean into him.

“Picture?” you ask softly.

“For the memory,” Miguel replies with a smile, nodding.

He throws an arm around you and pulls you closer for the picture, but he doesn’t even look at the camera the first time. Instead of facing it, Miguel is looking straight at you with that beautiful and endearing smile of his that only you can inspire in him.

You end up taking a few more in which he actually faces the camera after you playfully remind him to look forward but even then, Miguel still finds himself looking at you even after you’re done taking pictures. He just loves you so much he can’t stop himself and of course, you look so beautiful in the outfit you planned out for weeks after he initially surprised you with the concert tickets. You’re simply a sight Miguel can never tire of.

When he does look away, however, something catches his attention. There are a few staff members walking around selling lit up objects that are typically sold during concerts like bracelets and the sort, and one of those things are roses.

Without a second thought, Miguel stands up, suddenly towering over you. He beckons one of the sellers even when you tell him not to spend his money on that. He carries on with his plan and buys you one anyway.

Other people sitting nearby simply watch with little smiles as they see the interaction because love.

Miguel sits back down and with the sweetest smile, hands you the rose. “Una rosa que no se marchitará- como mi amor por ti [a rose that won’t wither - like my love for you].”

You don’t even have it in yourself to say anything negative or even scold him about spending his money on this because the look on Miguel’s face is just too endearing and cute. You happily take the rose and discreetly give him a kiss on the cheek, thanking him for the sweet gift.

“Mi dulce novio [my sweet boyfriend],” you whisper.

“Todo para mi reyna [everything for my queen],” he replies, pecking your cheek right back, his hand finding yours because he loves hand holding.

As the concert almost starts, Miguel, being a planner and always looking for your well being, pulls out some ear plugs because he doesn’t want ear damage for either of you.

“Oh, is this what you were forgetting?” you ask Miguel as he gently slides one of the ear plugs into your ear.

He grins, a gentle hue of pink growing on his cheeks. “Yep, this was it… We have to look out for our hearing, especially since we’re so close to the stage,” Miguel says, since he didn’t mind dropping more money for seats close to the stage. He slides the other ear plug in. “There. We should still be able to enjoy the concert perfectly, and maybe earn ourselves a little headache and hearing damage.”

“Always thinking ahead, aren’t you?” you ask as you take the other set of ear plugs and help him put his on.

“What can I say?” he replies, smiling. “Just looking out for us, mi vida [my life].”

Once the concert starts, Miguel and you stand the whole time. There’s not a second either of you sit down because you’re enjoying the concert so much. Like much of the crowd, Miguel and you sing the songs and even dance a bit, at least as much as it’s allowed in the space since the concert sold out.

At points, Miguel wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close and looking at you with that smile that makes you melt.

Looking at him, you can tell Miguel is loving the concert, and he is. He’s enjoying every second of the concert partly because of the music and having the opportunity to see one of his favorite artists/groups perform live but primarily, it’s because of you. Being here with you, his sweet and beautiful girlfriend, is what’s making the night memorable for Miguel.

As the concert continues, Miguel keeps stealing glances at you, his heart racing at the sight of your happy singing and sweet smile.

“¿Donde están las solteras [where are the single ladies]?” one of the group members asks halfway during the concert to get the crowd riled up.

Just to see Miguel’s reaction, you jokingly raise your hand, only for Miguel to grab your wrist and lower your hand gently. He looks down at you with a feigned grumpy look, knowing you’re just messing with him before he leans into you, his mouth close to your ear so you’ll hear him.

“No les des esperanza a los muchachos. No estas soltera. Eres mia y yo soy tuyo [Don’t give the guys hope. You’re not single. You’re mine and I’m yours],” he says, lightheartedly. His voice is sweet and tender because he knows you’re just playing around, but he still loves to say it.

You’re his and he’s yours.

You smile up at him. “Siempre [Always].”

The rest of the concert flies by and before either of you know it, it’s over. After so much singing and a bit of dancing, the two of you are starving, so you go and eat at a nearby place. During dinner, you poke fun at each other for your raspy voices from all the singing, especially when your voices go out in mid-sentence.

With satisfied appetites and new energy, Miguel and you begin the drive home, thinking the night has come to an end.

Except, you get home and upon entering your shared bedroom to unwind for the night, you find rose petals scattered on the floor in a neat path leading straight to the bed where more rose petals forming a big heart decorate your duvet. The path of rose petals is lit up by small, warm lights creating the perfect romantic ambiance. You suddenly remember earlier when Miguel claimed to have forgotten something and told you to wait by the elevator. Now you see what he had been up to.

Just as you’re about to turn around, you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest.

“Sorpresa [Surprise],” he whispers in your ear.

You chuckle and lean back into him, resting your hands over his arms and just melting into his embrace.

“You tricked me,” you tell him, smiling as your gaze lingers on the bed.

“Just a little. I’m glad you didn’t think much of it when I pretended to have forgotten something,” he says with a soft chuckle near your ear that immediately sends a heat to your core. “We don’t have to - you know - do anything if you’re tired,” he says, nipping at your earlobe. “I just wanted to do a little something because well,” he pauses and turns you around so you’re facing him. Miguel leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. The most beautiful set of brown eyes stare into yours. “Te amo [I love you],” Miguel whispers lovingly before he kisses you tenderly, his arms still wrapped around your body, pressing you against his warmth. You kiss for a few seconds, locked in each other’s embrace before you pull back gently, a little breathless.

“Te amo [I love you],” you whisper back to him, reciprocating those two words that make Miguel’s heart swell with happiness and love.

He pulls you closer, somehow, and kisses you again. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck to keep your head close and steady, not wanting to part from you any time soon, even if just to breath.

With each passing second, Miguel’s statement about not having to do anything is thrown out the window. The gentle kiss slowly turns into something else - something desperate and hungry that leads to Miguel laying over you and countless murmured “I love you’s” into each other’s lips as he makes sweet love with you, his body worshiping yours.

A while later after your passionate love making and tender after care from Miguel, you rest your head on his chest. Your bodies are tangled up, fitting into each other’s perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. With an arm wrapped around you, his free hand tenderly traces your arm, feeling the softness of your skin.

“May I ask something from you?” he asks softly.

“Anything.”

Miguel smiles and lifts your face so he can look you in the eyes. “A donde vayas, llévame. Te prometo que no molestaré [Wherever you go, take me. I promise I won’t bother you].”

“Miguel,” you say gently, smiling.

“Por favor [Please],” he says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “No matter what, ups and downs, I wish to be with you because I don’t know what I’d do without you. Una vida sin ti no tiene sentido. Es como morir sin haber vivido… So I ask, quédate para siempre [A life without you has no sense. It’s like dying without having lived. So I ask, stay forever.]”

Smiling, you kiss his forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and at last, his lips tenderly.

“I have every intention of staying with you. Forever,” you whisper against his lips.

Miguel’s hand slides from your arm to your back. His fingers trace your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your own lips. He caresses your face with his free hand. “I have every intention of making you happy and feel loved. I also intend on… One day, putting a ring on this hand,” he says taking your left hand and kissing the back of it.

“Oh, really?” you ask smiling.

“Claro que si [Of course],” Miguel says with a teasing smile, thinking. “Tengo mil planes, propuestas para amar, tú y yo en la soledad [I have a thousand plans, proposals to love, you and me in solitude].”

You chuckle softly, recognizing the words from one of Miguel’s favorite songs.

“Te escribí un poema para enamorarte [I wrote you a poem to make you fall in love],” you say the next lines.

“Solo quiero amarte [I just want to love you],” the two of you say, smiling.

Miguel nuzzles your face before pressing another kiss to your lips, knowing that he could spend the rest of his life like this and never ask for anything else. As you rest your head on his chest again, Miguel is filled with happiness and gratitude for the beautiful romantic evening you’ve shared together.

“We should go to more concerts,” he murmurs, his hands tracing your back again. “So I can plan more evenings like these.”

“You already do,” you say, looking up at him with an afterglow from the intimacy you’ve both engaged in, a sight that always makes Miguel feel privileged as he’s the only one that gets to see you like this. “You always plan the loveliest dates.”

“But I’d have more opportunities, mi reyna [my queen]. More excuses to spoil you, and you know I love spoiling you,” he whispers, cupping your face. “I want to give you everything.”

“I just want you.”

“You’ll always have me,” he replies, his thumb tracing your chin with a smile. “And I’ll try to give you what you need and deserve. Plus, if we can end the night like this more often - no complaints.”

Chuckling, you playfully roll your eyes. “We can have these nights without everything else.”

“¿Si [yes]?” Miguel says with a soft smirk, knowing the answer.

You nod. “Yes, no question about that. You know that.”

“Hm, I know but still… I like to build the mood.”

You laugh softly and kiss his hand. “Fine. We’ll go to more concerts. You’re already so romantic, but I did notice you were extra romantic tonight. I love that,” you tell him.

“It’s a plan then,” Miguel replies pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in tight, whispering sweet words for your ears only before he pauses. “Ay, caray [oh, damn],” he says.

“What?”

“I forgot I have a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries for us in the fridge.”

You laugh softly and look up at him again, amused at the sight of Miguel’s sheepish smile as he gazes down at you.

“It’s your fault,” he says, poking your cheek gently. “You distracted me with all the kisses. I forgot all about the champagne and strawberries.”

“So, now it’s my fault?” you ask.

“Yes, why do you have to be so beautiful and give the best kisses in the world, hm?” he asks, cupping your face again. He kisses you on the lips for a few seconds. “Stay here, I’ll go get everything.”

And with that, you stay in bed tangled up in bed sheets as your sweet boyfriend steps out of the bedroom to retrieve the last little surprise of the night, only wearing black boxers and fresh scratch marks on his back.

I just want to go to a concert with Miguel, hold his hand and kiss him fr! Thank you for reading!!! Also, for anyone interesting in listening to the song, here's a preview!

-Alondra

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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ive been wanting this hhhh wedding night sex with miguel fem reader pls 💞💞💞💞💞 & ty!

oh my god yes!!

wedding night sex—miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw: nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, wedding night sex, oral sex, vaginal sex (p in v), praise kink, slightly aggressive sex

as the night falls and the celebration of your wedding comes to a close, you and miguel find yourselves alone, finally able to indulge in the intimacy of your new union. the anticipation and excitement hang thick in the air as you step into the room that holds the promise of passionate encounters. miguel takes your hand in his, his touch gentle yet filled with desire. he pulls you closer, his lips finding yours in a deep, longing kiss. the weight of the day's emotions melts away as you succumb to the embrace of his strong arms.

with each kiss and caress, your clothing begins to fall away, revealing the raw beauty of your bodies. miguel’s eyes rove over your exposed skin, a hunger evident in his gaze. his hands roam over the curves of your body, worshipping every inch of you with tender yet possessive touch. he lays you gently on the bed, his hands trailing along your thighs, teasing, and exploring. as he positions himself above you, a rush of anticipation floods through you, the realization that this is the beginning of a lifetime together.

miguel's lips journey across your body, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites in his wake. his hands explore, cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your hardening nipples. he takes his time, relishing in the pleasure of every touch, every gasp and moan that escapes from your lips. as he reaches your most intimate area, his lips part, his tongue flicking gently over your sensitive folds. he brings his hands up, gently parting your legs, his tongue delving deeper into your warmth. the sensation is overwhelming, pleasure pulsating through every nerve in your body.

miguel's expert tongue works its magic, skillfully exploring every inch of your most intimate parts. the sensations are overwhelming, a whirlwind of pleasure emanating from your core. your hands grip onto the sheets, your body writhing in ecstasy as a sweet release builds. as your climax approaches, miguel’s pace quickens, his tongue moving with fervor. the sensations overloaded your senses, and with an eruption of pleasure, your body tenses as a powerful orgasm consumes you. wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you gasping for breath. “would you like me to continue, my princess? there’s so much more i want to explore with you tonight." his voice drips with desire, his eyes burning with lust as he looks at you, waiting for your response.

“yes please…” with a powerful surge of strength, miguel effortlessly flips you onto your stomach, your naked body exposed and vulnerable. the anticipation builds as you feel his warm breath against your ear, “you’ve been a such a good girl for me. don’t worry, it'll be pleasure mixed with a touch of pain." without warning, miguel’s strong hands grip your hips possessively, pulling you closer to him. his impressive length brushes against your wetness, teasing and tantalizing.

he enters you slowly, bit by bit, his sizable girth stretching you, filling you up completely. the sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and a twinge of pain that only heightens your desire. miguel’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more powerful and full of purpose. his hands roam your body, gripping your curves firmly as he takes his pleasure. with each thrust, he hits a spot deep within you that sends you spiraling towards bliss. the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, blending with your moans of pleasure.

time seems to lose meaning as miguel takes you again and again, each thrust bringing you closer to the peak of your desire. the rhythm intensifies, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. feeling the intensity building, your body tenses as a powerful orgasm approaches. with one final thrust, miguel pushes you over the edge, your body convulsing in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash over you. miguel, not one to rest, continues his relentless assault, extending your pleasure, prolonging your release. his determination to savor every drop of pleasure pushes you to the edge once again, and with a cry of his name, you surrender to the ecstasy that consumes you.

both of you lay there, panting and sated, riding the waves of post-orgasmic bliss. miguel wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you bask in the afterglow of your intimate encounter. “you’re incredible, sweetheart.”your hearts beat in sync as you lay there, bodies intertwined, ready to explore the depths of pleasure that await you throughout the night. there’s no doubt that you'll both leave this experience utterly satisfied and hungry for more.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii @meeom @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi

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appei · 10 months

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ah yes Miguel, his daughter, and the existential horror of him being a doppelganger who replaced her real father

#MiguelOHara #ATSV #AcrossTheSpiderVerse #my art

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whoreish-behaviour · 11 months

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HAHA ME RN

Miguel I’m coming for you 🏃‍♀️(literally)

#miguel x reader #miguelohara #miguel ohara smut #miguel o'hara #spider punk #into the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #miles morales #miles molares #spider man #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spiderman #spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse

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breadly-art · 7 months

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vol. 1 outfits >>> vol. 2 and vol. 3 outfits

Fight me.

He wore high-waisted pants most of the time, why did everyone forget about it??? Damn, fashion of 2099 is so good…

Again, quick sketches so that you don't get bored while I draw something cool ╰(▔∀▔)╯

#miguel o'hara #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #atsv #miguel fanart #miguel ohara #miguelohara #spiderman2099 #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man: into the spider verse #atsv fanart #across the spiderverse #dark garfield #blue panther #Breadly draws

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majoruyeda · 17 days

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Mini art dump

#miguel ohara #miguelohara #miguel fanart #miguel 2099 #miguel x oc #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spidersona #spiderverse oc #oc x canon #self ship #Gio x Miguel

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nobledemons · 4 months

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LAST TWO DAYS TO ADOPT A BABY!!!

#across the spiderverse #moon knight #spiderdads #miguelohara #daredevil #frankmatt #thespot

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milequaritchsslut · 10 months

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please write a dads bestfriend miguel o’hara wanting to ruin innocent, sweet reader 🥺🥺

DBF Miguel O’Hara Headcannons

DBF = Dads Best Friend

Warnings: Innocent reader, p in v, teasing, foreplay, dirty talk

- He definitely likes teasing you and saying inappropriate things when your parents aren’t around. He’ll squeeze you wherever he can until your whining and whimpering for him to stop cause your so embarrassed. ‘Sorry baby—your just so cute’ or ‘Am I hurting the little princess?’

- He loves kissing you, getting you all red and flustered as he slips his tongue in and holds you closely. His large hands roughly holding you closer as he ventures deeper into your mouth, desperate to taste every inch of you. ‘M-Miguel’ you’d whimper out completely flustered as your soft hands gently try to push him away. ‘Mami shhh’ he’d coo, wrapping his hand into your hair and pulling you closer as your eyes flutter closed—letting him take what he wanted.

- He loves taking advantage of your kindness and just absolutely ruining you. Whenever you two are out together with your dads permission he loves whispering all the things he’s gonna do to you the second you two are alone, getting you all shy and blushing as you smile from embarrassment. He loves doing it in public, rushing into the family bathroom and pushing you against the wall as he quickly takes your clothes off. Panting and breathless you let him, and before you know it he’s already positioning himself in between your legs.

‘M-Miggy b-be quieter’ you’d whimper out helplessly as he thrusts into you ruthlessly, your legs wrapped around him as your held against the wall. His hands are gripped tightly around your waist as his cock hits your sweet spot every time.

He looks up at you, loving the way your adorable little face twists and turns in pleasure as he hits deeper and deeper with every thrust. He loves making you mess, your makeup sweating off and your skirt bunched up into a ball on the bathroom ground next to you.

- Whenever he’s invited to family dinners, he makes sure to sit right next to you. Scooting his chair to be smushed right next to yours, purposely making sure he can touch you as much as possible. While your eating he lets his hand wander up your thigh and under your cute little skirt—talking to your father the whole time with a fat smirk plastered across his face. Your cheeks would grow a tint of pink, trying your best not to react and ignore it. You soon felt a finger prodding at your underwear, rubbing gentle circles on your clit. Your thighs squeeze together helplessly, trying to stop the pleasure from getting to you. A wet spot forming on your panties and seeping onto his large fingers.

‘Is someone getting excited?’ He’d whisper into your ear slyly, his hand leaving your thigh and setting on his lap instead. Purposely leaving you wet and desperate, you rolled your eyes and went back to eating your food—horny and disappointed.

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unicornconnor · 11 months

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i am crazy about Miguel

#AcrossTheSpiderVerse #MiguelOHara #spiderman

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greensagephase · 23 days

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Me every time I remember Miguel saying, "I found a world where I had a family, where I was happy. At least a version of me was."

It breaks me to think about how lonely and unhappy he probably was before he stepped up to be Gabriella's dad. And I use that wording intentionally because he didn't force himself into this role (at least from what we've seen in the movie). And then, to think that he found happiness in simply being A DAD to Gabriella but he lost her and now he's back to being unhappy and worse than before because he lost his child and thinks it's his fault (the canon event is flawed and you cannot change my mind on that. Highly doubt that him being in that universe caused it to collapse).

I just want to hug him

#someone sedate me #the man has been through a lot and fans still villainize him #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguelohara #miguel atsv

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writersblockended · 10 months

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Miguel O’Hara - HC

Warnings: no translated Spanish, other than that none??? Just fluff

Miguel O’Hara x reader

First of all that man is extremely romantic

He comes off as a serious man but did you see how he’s able to get bat shit crazy like he did for miles?

So he’s 100% capable of feeling intense emotions and SHOWS it. He’s got no problem with it

So he will shower you with gifts, sugar daddy style

One day you’ll see something in your closet or outside your door and think…I’ve never bought this before did i?

Honestly it didn’t take much to put two and two together, so you would just ask him about it

“Miguel, what did I tell you about buying me things, I’m not gonna have enough space for everything at some point you know?”

“I don’t dont know what you’re talking about.”

You’ll just roll your eyes, he’s never going to learn is he?

He is also jealous, but not controlling

He respects you and trusts you, but he doesn’t trust others

So if you’re in HQ to visit him and you find yourself talking to the different spidermen…

Hobie would be talking to you about politics and the importance of unions for workers, you would animatedly reply

And then walks Miguel…he saw you both and he knew you were going to surprise him

But he couldn’t help but feel jealous

Why couldn’t you go straight to him?

I think those feelings of jealousy come from his fear of losing people

You turn around and see Miguel, you smile

“Hey babe, cómo estás mi amorcito? Te quise sorprender pero ya veo que ya me viste”

“Hola, i see you two are talking, but that can wait. Ven contigo amor.”

You follow him to his lair (or rlly was is it …an office?)

And you go “okay what is it, did you need anything?”

“No, I just wanted you for myself.”

This makes you laugh, honestly Hobie is harmless and Miguel knows this. But he can’t help but feel threatened

He just wants you for himself really.

He’s also a huge cuddle bug, but he doesn’t show his affection in public. He doesn’t have an image to maintain doesn’t he?

At HQ he won’t kiss you unless everyone’s distracted, or he’ll have you sit on his lap while no one’s around.

Honestly it’s so easy to take naps while he’s working on things, those arms are quite literally pillows.

But at home? Oh my god, he’s like him stuck to your hair on a hot day

He will drop that persona and just simply attach himself to you and the nearest piece of furniture.

He will kiss you up and want to lay in bed so he’s fully on you

Sometimes he will fall asleep on you entirely, and he will wake up in the middle of the night panicking thinking he’s hurt you with his huge body

“No te hecho nada no mi amor? Fuck you should’ve told me I fell asleep on you babe”

“Oh my god Miguel you act as if you’ weight a ton, besides it’s no big deal”

He’s honestly such a worrier with you, he just wants you to be happy with him, so sometimes he will overanalyze every aspect of his relationship and you can see the gears turning everytime

Thats when you’ll reassure him and let him know he’s doing great, that he’s an amazing man who should not feel as if you are going to leave him. That simply won’t happen.

He also loved it when you take care of him, mostly bc he’s neglecting himself and it feels good to have someone do that for you u know?

If you give him a massage after a particular long day or tend to his wounds if he’s injured

He will just look at you with these loving glazed eyes and he will just melt under your touch

He acts tough but inside he’s like melted butter, softest guy you will ever meet.

He’s actually so emotional, he’s just good at hiding it

So if you guys argue, he’s upset and will look cranky at work

Once he gets home he sees you and your cold gaze and he will absolutely beg on his knees for your forgiveness, it makes you feel bad instantly, so you forgive him

All in all, your relationship with him is super stable and loving.

So yea this is me attempting to write after two years 😭🫣

Let me know if you guys like it cus idk I’m thinking of going back to writing fanfics and drabbles and all that good stuff ;)

Requests are open!!

#miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel fanart #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel fluff #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel O’Hara fanfic #astv miguel #astv miguel ohara #miguelohara #headcanons Miguel ohara #Miguel O’Hara bc

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