Anonymous asked:
Imagine Miguel practically overstimulating reader to the point that she got so overwhelmed she covered her face and he pins her hand down cuz he wanna see kfjeksneodjbdjwjsjwndjjwnsnd
princess treatment
miguel o’hara x fem!reader
☆ word count || 1109
☆ warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content (praise, body worshipping, foreplay, pet names, some tit stuff (I can’t help it) oral- f receiving) minors dni
requested here
“ he 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 feel 𝙖 thing! „
submissive! miguel o’hara x dominant! gender neutral! vampire spider! reader.
cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, handjob, blowjob, biting (miguel recieves), numbing venom, dick slapping (miguel receives).
summary: you’re a vampire spider and can numb certain parts of anyone. so for miguel, you choose his dick as punishment. he won’t feel anything when you blow him, give him a handjob—oh—how much he wishes he could feel it.
note: this is all FULLY CONSENSUAL 😝✅!! this is a thirst. lowercase intended. may fix later.
word count: 0.3K+
✫ ;: .. NIGHTMARE / miguel o’hara
: you’re stuck in a room with one bed and miguel. what could go wrong when you catch him having a nightmare and as you go to wake him his hand flies out to grab you…
18+ smut (kinda) over the clothes grinding; p in v; ‘one bed’ trope; implied enemies to lovers
"Look, Miguel, I didn't choose this either." You say, walking into the rundown motel room. The rain was heavy outside, only adding to your deflated emotions.
Miguel harshly walks past you, slightly knocking your shoulder, making you eye his broad back, which you wished wasn't so...
You shut the door behind you with force. The sky was already darkening, and the sight of the one bed made you want to sink into the floor. Miguel stops too, upon seeing the very small double bed. "I'll take the floor." You turn towards a cupboard, in hopes of finding some blankets and a possible pillow.
Anonymous asked:
GAHHH your fic where the reader has a tight TIGHT suit was RGHH *chef KISS* you don’t understand how obsessed i am argh!!! That drable was HEAVEN SENT 👌👌👌
Like imagine somehow your suit ripped in some places post-fight (bonus points if it’s in them MHM areas) and Miguel just couldn’t. Contain himself GAHHH I’m so crazy over it dangg my mind is going wild with yo fic😭
buttress answered:
cws for fem reader.
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It was bound to happen sooner rather than later.
The food in Miguel’s works was leagues better than the rationed portions that you received back home in your war infested world. You couldn’t help but spend majority of your time at the various restaurants and food trucks scattered about the place.
The cafeteria at HQ was practically your second home, and if you couldn’t be found accidentally swinging into oncoming traffic or nearly crashing into high rise buildings, then you could be found there, trying one of those infamous empanadas, or even the burger with Miguel’s face on it. It felt a bit gratifying to sink your teeth into the image of his face after a particularly bad chewing out from him.
ა˚₊﹕take your time. ⊹
cw: virgin reader, gn!reader, don't even ask me what dimension this miguel is from. miguel being a good partner, unintentional teasing, reader is just shy!
an: first miguel fic! woo!!! totally dedicated to @buttress atp
You still can't look at him.
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You've been dating Miguel for months at this point. You're not moved in together (yet), but see each other as often as possible, spending nights in his apartment, folded under his arm and leg tucked between his.
He's very familiar with you, perhaps more so than you are him. Knows what you look like when you're positively elated, seen those so hard smiles that afterward you're complaining your cheeks hurt.
He's seen utter devastation, too. You'd mourned the loss of your dear departed cat in his arms, sobbing and snotty and cloyingly tender. Must've cried all the water out of your body that day, soaked the whole front of his shirt (the one time he chose to wear white) before dying off into the most pitiful whine. You'd grown too small to support yourself.
So he helped. Reassured you gently with the strokes of his hand along your back, getting you water, making sure you ate, spending the night at your house …
And you two have been dating for a while now. You've seen his highs and lows too.
Hardly this kind of low though.
the perfumery of love - miguel o'hara
‧₊˚ summary: reader buys a pheromone perfume, only to forget just how sensitive miguel's elevated senses are to such smells. . .
‧₊˚ nsfw, mdni please!
‧₊˚ word count: 2.1k
‧₊˚ warnings: f!reader, no use of y/n, use of 'cunt' & 'slut', p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks!), degradation, roughish sex, swearing
‧₊˚ a/n: not proofread & written in an hour — forgive me.
