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itslixtoyou · 7 months

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Revenge

Miguel O’Hara x fem reader

Fic type - NSFW/smut (Minors dni)❗️

Warnings - Miguel is possessive, oral sex, semi-public sex because there’s someone in the next room, Miguel is a little forceful, p in v sex, lmk if I missed any.

Summary - You tell Miguel about the guy who’s been flirting with you at work, so he invites him over to clarify how he feels of this man’s pathetic behavior; but not with his words. ;p

Word count - 1,800 words

Note - This is kind of short and sweet, I wrote it while I was in a mood lol.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Miguel’s voice sounded tired as he walked inside, one hand holding his phone up to his ear while the other closed the front door; locking it as well.

You glanced up to look at him from where you were sitting on the couch. He gave you a small grin while he made his way through the house, continuing his conversation as he set his stuff down on the floor next to you.

“Alright, thank you sir.” He spoke, placing his hand behind his neck. “Okay, I’ll let you know in the morning.” He glanced at you with his eyes strained, silently complaining about how he wished the call would end already.

Fortunately for him, his pleas were answered.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodbye.” He ended the call, sighing heavily afterward.

“Sorry, Cariño.” He smiled as he walked toward you, planting a kiss to the top of your head and taking a seat next to you on the sofa. “How did your meeting go?”

“It was good,” You motioned for him to lay his head on your lap; which he happily complied with. “It wasn’t as long this time so I got to leave early.” You started explaining, feeling him rest against your thighs.

“That’s good.” He slowly began circling your leg with his thumb, nuzzling his face against your soft skin.

“So, when I got there...” As you continued with your full report of the meeting, Miguel quickly began to tune you out. He didn’t mean to ignore you of course, but the minute you placed your fingers in his hair and began gently scratching at his scalp, he knew he couldn’t resist falling into his trance.

He closed his eyes to listen, not necessarily to the words you were blurting out, but to the sound of your voice.

What were you saying? Something about a co-worker? He didn’t care that much, all he was concerned with now was that soothing tone of yours and how it seemed to calm him, relaxing him after the stressful day he’s had.

“Mhmm,” he faked a response, reveling in your touch as you eagerly ranted on.

Coming home was always his favorite part of the day and the reason for that was right here, letting him rest on her lap. It was occasions like this that he enjoyed the most, fragments of time where he didn’t have to worry about a single thing. Though he had no clue as to the words you were speaking, his heart grew warm nonetheless.

That is, he wasn't listening, until something you said suddenly grabbed his attention.

“Wait what?” He quickly got up from your lap. “Say that again?”

“He asked me to have dinner with him.” You repeated your last sentence.

“Who did?!” He asked urgently.

“That new guy I was telling you about the other day. Apparently he didn’t know I was married.” You giggled at the miscommunication, however, your husband didn’t share in your giddiness.

Miguel was furious. He knew who this guy was. He’d been flirting with you from the day he got hired, but now he’d clearly decided to take it up a knotch.

How the hell could he not know you're married?! Did he not see the ring on your finger?

That’s when Miguel paused, remembering you hadn’t been wearing your wedding ring the past few days because you had to get it re-sized.

That must’ve been it! That must be the reason that little weasel thought he had a chance.

Since you were too preoccupied with your job, you didn’t talk much about your husband while at work anyways. If you did, it would’ve been with the employees you were close with, not someone you just met like this annoying new guy.

You probably hadn’t even talked about Miguel yet around him, and that’s why he thought he could creep his way into this marriage.

“What’d you tell him?”

You chuckled at his question; assuming you’d ever say anything besides “no.”

“I told him I have a husband obviously.”

Your hand swatted his shoulder lightly, telling him to knock it off with the newfound jealousy he was clearly feeling.

Except it wasn’t jealously he was experiencing, it was possession.

How dare this man pretend he even had the smallest chance with a woman like you, or that he could so easily replace the man you called your husband.

He shouldn’t even have the privilege to look your way, much less have the audacity to think you’d be interested in a bum like him.

This man was already an annoynace in your husband’s eyes, but now he crossed the line. And now he’d pay for it.

“Why don’t you invite him over for dinner?”

Your nose scrunched at his suggestion. “What?! Why?”

Miguel quickly leaned in to place a tender kiss to your cheek, pretending to have changed his attitude. “Just so he knows for sure that you’re married. Plus, we can set him up with one of the more desperate ladies in the office.”

You were confused at first. Why would Miguel want to have him over for dinner, he clearly despised the man? But while your husband placed a second kiss to your cheek, whispering about how “he’s got this” and “it’ll be fine,” you figured there was nothing to worry about.

After all, it’s just a dinner, nothing too terrible should come from it, right?

WRONG.

When your husband first asked you to leave the dinner table and follow him to the bedroom because he “needed help with something,” it’s safe to say you didn’t expect him to start making advances on you.

“Miggy!” You squealed as he pushed you down onto the mattress, assuming his position on top and trapping you beneath him. “What are you doing? We can’t do this now!”

“We’re doing it.” He answered with a stern tone, wasting no time in stripping you of the clothes that covered you.

He took a second to pause afterward, admiring your glorious body beneath him. He smirked gently at the sight, knowing this was a view only he had the privilege of seeing.

That little pervert still sitting at the kitchen table could never dream of observing something like this. Your figure was a work of art to put it lightly, every heavenly curve of your outline was nothing short of breathtaking.

And it was all Miguel’s.

He quickly adjusted his stance, spreading your legs widely and lowering his mouth to your cunt.

“Wait Miguel-”

“Hush querido,” he shushed you, leaning forward to spread you open and begin his revenge.

You tired to protest. It was beyond unsuitable to be doing this when your co-worker was unknowingly sitting in the room right next to you both. What if he heard?!

But you see, that’s exactly why your husband was doing this; He wanted him to hear. He wanted to prove to that filthy little urchin that he never had a chance with someone as astonishing as you.

That imbecile could never treasure you the way Miguel did, he’d never know how to make your back arch and your fingers tighten around the sheets the way Miguel does.

He’d barely even started, but just his tongue was enough to have your eyes rolling back and your lips spreading to moan his name. So much for trying to stop him.

You did try at least, but once he started lapping at you just the way he knew you liked it, your self control was all but gone.

Miguel knew every movement that made you shudder, every flick of his tongue that made your thighs squeeze against his head. He especially knew how much your pussy loved the feel of his cock plunged inisde you, how your eyes would well up with tears when he hit that sweet spot just right.

Miguel knew all these things that no one else did, especially not the man who was eating at his dinning table. The one who stupidly thought he could even come close to measuring up to your husband.

“Miguel! Nghh!” You moaned, trying to catch your breath as your husband reletnelesly paced inside you.

“Louder!” He demanded, making his thrusts deeper so you’d obey. “Louder hermosa, I want him to hear your voice.”

He gritted his teeth, grasping your thighs so he could nuzzle himself deeper inside you. Which quickly sent you over the edge.

“Ugh! Fuck!” Your legs trembled at his touch, feeling the way he was drinking you in; completing you.

“That feel good?” He cooed, placing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. “Who makes you feel this good, huh? Anyone else?”

You shook your head as a reply, but he didn’t like that answer.

“Say it! Who makes you feel this good? Anyone else?”

He repositioned himself, leaning backwards for a little head start before he slammed back inside you.

“Agh!” Your walls quickly clamped down on him, a blissful sensation washing over you in the process. “No- ugh!.. No one else Miguel- ahh.. only- o-only you!”

Your sentences were slurred and your breathing staggered. You were struggling to speak the words he commanded, but you got there eventually.

“That’s right. No one but me!” He boasted loudly, thrusting for the last time before he decided enough was enough and laid against your bare chest.

With how loud those sweet moans of yours were, there was no doubt that pathetic excuse of a man in the other room heard it. Miguel had made his point. He’d shown what a real man is capable of when it comes to pleasuring a woman the right way. He proved just how insignificant that little moron was. Also how idiotic he was for ever thinking he could even breathe your direction without compensation for it.

Looks like your new co-worker will be finding a job elsewhere, especially after the way he scurried out the front door once the two of you finally came back to that forgotten dinning table.

“No its fine, I just forgot I had plans! I should be going now!” The cretin was stuttering out excuses like there was no tomorrow. Going on about how he had a “family emergency” he had to get to immediately.

And Miguel had the greatest pleasure of hearing from you about how your little friend had decided to quit his new job unexpectedly the next day.

How odd. I wonder what made him decide something so suddenly?

Oh well, what a shame.

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

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mejcinta · 1 month

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A story about grey characters being reduced to 'villains' and 'Women for Trump' and 'Punk Rock' princesses. Otto wasn't behaving any different than any other lord/lady of the realm and so was Alicent. Yet the producers believe they're 'villains'.

That's the problem with this show! The producers truly believe that 'good guys' exist a.k.a Rhaenyra, who also did some heinous things to reach her goals. She and her faction are as much grey characters as everyone else, not saints!!

#hotd critical #ryan condal #miguel sapochnik #sara hess #alexis raban

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celestialmega · 2 months

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Fringe - Transilience Thought Unifier Model-11 by Jeannot Szwarc, Miguel Sapochnik, J. H. Wyman.

#tv series #tv shows #tv show #tv #Jeannot Szwarc #Miguel Sapochnik #J. H. Wyman #fringe #fringefox #fringe fox #fringe 5X01 #Etta Bishop #olivia dunham #peter bishop #anna torv #Georgina Haig

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kitharingtonedit · 10 months

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Kit Harington with Director Miguel Sapochnik, Cinematographer Fabian Wagner and Editor Tim Porter discussing 'Battle of the Bastards' at the London Action Festival.

#kit harington #game of thrones #battle of the bastards #jon snow #miguel sapochnik

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favorite-characters · 2 years

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ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟

Leo Ashton as ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ (S01.E07 • dir. Miguel Sapochnik • 2022)

#house of the dragon edit #house of the dragon season 01 #house of the dragon icons #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen icons #aemond targaryen #aemond icons #aemond #leo ashton #leo ashton icons #miguel sapochnik #hbo #vhagar #house targaryen #targaryen #2022

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lagosbratzdoll · 1 year

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The leaks/rumours about the House of the Dragon production reinforce my belief that the producers of every song of ice and fire adaptation deeply hate women. They might dress it up in platitudes about how they're simply trying to show us an accurate portrayal of the time, but it has become clearer over time that that is a lie.

Replacing Sansa's original storyline annoyed and frustrated me. Having her credit her “growth” with the abuse she suffered disgusts me. Cersei's shame scene haunts me, and then to get on the internet and see people happy about the violence that she is subject to. Reducing Alicent's age to victimise her and remove her agency, the feet scene with Larys. Aemma's brutal death, Laena's brutal death, and Rhea Royce's brutal death.

We do not and have never needed shitty adaptations of a fantasy book series helmed by largely white men to tell us that the world hates women, that the world has always hated women. The producers have shown us repeatedly that they do not mind adding brutality towards women that does not exist in the source material. I used to wonder why, but then I grew up and realized that men simply like to see women suffer and frankly, I'm tired of it. I just hope that show implodes and that the actors can move on to bigger and better things.

#hotd #miguel sapochnik #and d&d #you will crumble #Miguel you will crumble #house of the dragon #will get cancelled inshallah #daenerys targaryen #voodoo will always work #rhaenyra targaryen #will never die on screen because the show will get cancelled before then

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freshmoviequotes · 2 years

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House of the Dragon (2022–)

#house of the dragon #miguel sapochnik #emma d'arcy #matt smith #driftmark #2022

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mal-zoya · 2 years

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1. Alicent is Criston’s new muse and he is loyal to her and gave his vows to her

2. Criston goes after Harwin because of what she said about honor

3. Criston goads Harwin into beating him. He doesn’t fight back on purpose to prove a point

#criston cole #alicent hightower #harwin strong #fabien frankel #miguel sapochnik #alicole #alicent x criston #house of the dragon #i've seen some confusion about what actually happened #well

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mejcinta · 1 month

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SPEAK ON IT! It's the uncomfortable truth that we need to face. 🤷🏾‍♀️

#hotd critical #miguel sapochnik #sara hess #ryan condal #Youtube

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celestialmega · 2 months

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Fringe - Transilience Thought Unifier Model-11 by Jeannot Szwarc, Miguel Sapochnik, J. H. Wyman.

#tv series #tv shows #tv show #tv #Jeannot Szwarc #Miguel Sapochnik #J. H. Wyman #fringe #fringe fox #fringefox #fringe 5X01 #olivia dunham #walter bishop #peter bishop

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hordebreaker · 1 year

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That's why hotd characters are so bad written. Just follow the damn book material!

'To be honest with you, it was just a lot of discussions with our director, Miguel Sapochnik. He gave us ample space to really talk about everything in terms of these characters. There were no bad ideas. After all, this wasn’t in the book so it was really our job to create a more fleshed-out backstory and to find out what the story is beyond the broad strokes.

'You know, her [Alicent] backstory ins't really there in the books. Maybe, you know, they didn't have time to write about her...i've the author of my backstory...And Miguel, he really shaped that'. - Olivia Cooke

Sorry, what?

Ser Otto brought his wife and children to court with him, and served King Jaehaerys faithfully for the years remaining to him. As the Old King’s strength and wits began to fail, he was oft confined to his bed. Ser Otto’s precocious fifteen-year-old daughter, Alicent, became his constant companion, fetching His Grace his meals, reading to him, helping him to bathe and dress himself. The Old King sometimes mistook her for one of his daughters, calling her by their names; near the end, he grew certain she was his daughter Saera, returned to him from beyond the narrow sea.

In the year 103 AC King Jaehaerys I Targaryen died in his bed as Lady Alicent was reading to him from Septon Barth’s Unnatural History.

He would marry again, yes…but not to a twelve-year-old girl, and not for reasons of state. Another woman had caught his eye. He announced his intention to wed Lady Alicent of House Hightower, the clever and lovely eighteen-year-old daughter of the King’s Hand, the girl who had read to King Jaehaerys as he lay dying.

The Hightowers of Oldtown were an ancient and noble family, of impeccable lineage; there could be no possible objection to the king’s choice of bride. Even so, there were those who murmured that the Hand had risen above himself, that he had brought his daughter to court with this in mind. A few even cast doubt on Lady Alicent’s virtue, suggesting she had welcomed King Viserys into her bed even before Queen Aemma’s death. (These calumnies were never proved, though Mushroom repeats them in his Testimony and goes so far as to claim that reading was not the only service Lady Alicent performed for the Old King in his bedchamber.) “Ser Criston protects the princess from her enemies, but who protects the princess from Ser Criston?” Queen Alicent asked one day at court. The amity between Her Grace and her stepdaughter had proved short-lived, for both Rhaenyra and Alicent aspired to be the first lady of the realm…and though the queen had given the king not one but two male heirs, Viserys had done nothing to change the order of succession.