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eldannypino Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from El Mutiny!

Have you been naughty or nice?

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😭🙏🏼😍 thank you so much @pascalispretty I’m so glad you love it! 😍

Endlessly Intoxicating (Nick Amaro x Reader)

WC: 930

AN: Thanks @irishavengersassemble for helping me out with this and providing the lovely board for this because I always struggle coming up with images for these 😂. And also for helping me with a perfect title.

Warnings: Fluff that turns into smut. NSFW. Minors DNI! 18+ Only!

You couldn't stop giggling as you and Nick stumbled through the door of his apartment, your heels clicking on the wood floor while he kicked the door shut behind you. The night had been perfect-dinner, drinks, and a leisurely stroll through the city, just the two of you.

"You think you're so smooth, huh?" you teased, leaning against the kitchen counter, your hair falling over your shoulder as you grinned at him. "That little wink at the hostess? Bold move, Detective Amaro."

Nick raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into that familiar smirk. "Oh, come on. I was just being polite," he said, taking a slow step closer.

"Sure," you said, dragging the word out as you folded your arms, your tone laced with mock suspicion. "Real polite. I'll bet she's still swooning."

"Oh, yeah?" His voice dropped, deep and playful, as he closed the gap between you. "You got jokes tonight, huh?"

You laughed, trying to sidestep him, but he was faster. His hands darted out, and before you knew it, he was tickling your sides.

"Nick! No!" you shrieked, dissolving into uncontrollable laughter as you squirmed and twisted, trying-and failing-to escape his grasp.

"Oh, what's that? You don't think I'm polite now?" he teased, his fingers relentless.

"Stop! I-can't-breathe!" you gasped between bursts of laughter, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

Finally, he relented, letting you catch your breath, though he didn't move away. Instead, his hands slid up to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. His dark eyes softened as he leaned in, his voice low and full of affection.

"You're lucky I love you," he murmured, the warmth in his tone making your heart flutter.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours, soft and sure, stealing what little breath you had left. Your knees felt weak, but you didn't care. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the teasing and laughter melting into something deeper, more consuming.

In one swift motion, Nick scooped you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His strong arms held you effortlessly as he carried you toward the couch. Your kisses deepened with each step, the world outside fading away until it was just the two of you.

When he sank into the cushions with you on his lap, his touch grew more tender, his fingers brushing through your hair. You sighed against his lips, your heart racing as you got lost in him, the quiet hum of the city outside the only sound.

"Nick," you panted as he moved down to press kisses along your neck and chest, his hands gripping you in all the best ways, on all the best spots.

"I've got you," he breathed between pecks and tight squeezes of your hips. You could feel how he was hardening beneath you as you shifted against him, your core already damp and needy.

Letting go of his shoulders, you tugged your skirt higher while Nick worked quickly to undo his belt and zipper, shoving his pants down with your help. Both of you panted heavily as the passion consumed you.

Freed from the confines of his boxers, you slid your flimsy panties to the side and held him, guiding him to your entrance.

Nick looked up at you, his deep brown eyes silently asking permission to enter. You nodded, and as you lowered yourself onto him, the head of his cock slipped inside, stretching you deliciously.

You gasped at the intrusion, a mix of pleasure and anticipation surging through you. Nick groaned, his arms wrapping around your hips, holding you steady as he eased you further down.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his body tense as he fought the urge to thrust immediately. He wanted to savor this moment.

Once you'd adjusted to his size, you began to move, lifting yourself slightly before sinking back down. Each bounce sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, the thick head of his cock brushing against your sweetest spot.

"Fuck, you're so perfect, mi amor," Nick growled, his voice raw as he started to thrust up to meet you, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Nick!" you cried out, the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely making your head spin.

"Squeeze me, (Y/N). Come on. My perfect girl," he groaned, his pace quickening. "You're gripping me so tight."

Every word from his lips sent shivers down your spine, pushing you closer to the edge. Nick's thumb slipped down to rub your clit, adding to the intensity as his thrusts grew sloppier, desperate to bring you to release.

"Fuck! Nick! Yes!" you screamed as the coil within you snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through your body.

"That's it, mi amor! Cum for me," he grunted, his voice breaking as your walls clenched around him.

Moments later, he followed you, burying himself deep inside as he spilled into you, groaning a mix of curses in Spanish.

As you both came down from the high, Nick wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. His hands ran soothingly up and down your back.

"I'm here. I'm right here, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead as he helped you come back to earth.

You smiled against his chest, your breathing still uneven as you nestled into him.

This-this was everything. Every kiss, every laugh, every moment like this was a reminder of how strong your bond had become, how much love and trust you shared. Tonight, it was just you and him, wrapped in warmth and joy, uninterrupted and endlessly intoxicating.

Tagging those who I think may find this interesting or give a read, no pressure! : @irishavengersassemble @beccabarba @itsjustmyfantasyroom @darqchilddaydreamz @breanime @burningtacozombie

Thanks for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Endlessly Intoxicating (Nick Amaro x Reader)

WC: 930

AN: Thanks @irishavengersassemble for helping me out with this and providing the lovely board for this because I always struggle coming up with images for these 😂. And also for helping me with a perfect title.

Warnings: Fluff that turns into smut. NSFW. Minors DNI! 18+ Only!

You couldn't stop giggling as you and Nick stumbled through the door of his apartment, your heels clicking on the wood floor while he kicked the door shut behind you. The night had been perfect-dinner, drinks, and a leisurely stroll through the city, just the two of you.

"You think you're so smooth, huh?" you teased, leaning against the kitchen counter, your hair falling over your shoulder as you grinned at him. "That little wink at the hostess? Bold move, Detective Amaro."

Nick raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into that familiar smirk. "Oh, come on. I was just being polite," he said, taking a slow step closer.

"Sure," you said, dragging the word out as you folded your arms, your tone laced with mock suspicion. "Real polite. I'll bet she's still swooning."

"Oh, yeah?" His voice dropped, deep and playful, as he closed the gap between you. "You got jokes tonight, huh?"

You laughed, trying to sidestep him, but he was faster. His hands darted out, and before you knew it, he was tickling your sides.

"Nick! No!" you shrieked, dissolving into uncontrollable laughter as you squirmed and twisted, trying-and failing-to escape his grasp.

"Oh, what's that? You don't think I'm polite now?" he teased, his fingers relentless.

"Stop! I-can't-breathe!" you gasped between bursts of laughter, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

Finally, he relented, letting you catch your breath, though he didn't move away. Instead, his hands slid up to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. His dark eyes softened as he leaned in, his voice low and full of affection.

"You're lucky I love you," he murmured, the warmth in his tone making your heart flutter.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours, soft and sure, stealing what little breath you had left. Your knees felt weak, but you didn't care. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the teasing and laughter melting into something deeper, more consuming.

In one swift motion, Nick scooped you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His strong arms held you effortlessly as he carried you toward the couch. Your kisses deepened with each step, the world outside fading away until it was just the two of you.

When he sank into the cushions with you on his lap, his touch grew more tender, his fingers brushing through your hair. You sighed against his lips, your heart racing as you got lost in him, the quiet hum of the city outside the only sound.

"Nick," you panted as he moved down to press kisses along your neck and chest, his hands gripping you in all the best ways, on all the best spots.

"I've got you," he breathed between pecks and tight squeezes of your hips. You could feel how he was hardening beneath you as you shifted against him, your core already damp and needy.

Letting go of his shoulders, you tugged your skirt higher while Nick worked quickly to undo his belt and zipper, shoving his pants down with your help. Both of you panted heavily as the passion consumed you.

Freed from the confines of his boxers, you slid your flimsy panties to the side and held him, guiding him to your entrance.

Nick looked up at you, his deep brown eyes silently asking permission to enter. You nodded, and as you lowered yourself onto him, the head of his cock slipped inside, stretching you deliciously.

You gasped at the intrusion, a mix of pleasure and anticipation surging through you. Nick groaned, his arms wrapping around your hips, holding you steady as he eased you further down.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his body tense as he fought the urge to thrust immediately. He wanted to savor this moment.

Once you'd adjusted to his size, you began to move, lifting yourself slightly before sinking back down. Each bounce sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, the thick head of his cock brushing against your sweetest spot.

"Fuck, you're so perfect, mi amor," Nick growled, his voice raw as he started to thrust up to meet you, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Nick!" you cried out, the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely making your head spin.

"Squeeze me, (Y/N). Come on. My perfect girl," he groaned, his pace quickening. "You're gripping me so tight."

Every word from his lips sent shivers down your spine, pushing you closer to the edge. Nick's thumb slipped down to rub your clit, adding to the intensity as his thrusts grew sloppier, desperate to bring you to release.

"Fuck! Nick! Yes!" you screamed as the coil within you snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through your body.

"That's it, mi amor! Cum for me," he grunted, his voice breaking as your walls clenched around him.

Moments later, he followed you, burying himself deep inside as he spilled into you, groaning a mix of curses in Spanish.

As you both came down from the high, Nick wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. His hands ran soothingly up and down your back.

"I'm here. I'm right here, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead as he helped you come back to earth.

You smiled against his chest, your breathing still uneven as you nestled into him.

This-this was everything. Every kiss, every laugh, every moment like this was a reminder of how strong your bond had become, how much love and trust you shared. Tonight, it was just you and him, wrapped in warmth and joy, uninterrupted and endlessly intoxicating.

Tagging those who I think may find this interesting or give a read, no pressure! : @irishavengersassemble @beccabarba @itsjustmyfantasyroom @darqchilddaydreamz @breanime @burningtacozombie

Thanks for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Hi! Please can I get, 'ex-husband, longing, absence' with Miguel! 😬❤️‍🔥

Good morning! Do you want angst? Cause that's how you get angst! Thank you <3

You peek through the curtains at your future ex-husband standing on your doorstep.

He bangs his fist on the door again.  “I have all day, amor.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes.  It took Miguel three full weeks to even notice your absence.  Any longing you had for him to show up like this went up in smoke after just the first.

Before you can even finish reminiscing, his phone rings and he storms back to his SUV without a look back and although if you wish it didn’t, hurt rolls through your chest at being forgotten yet again.

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18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩

Miguel x reader

1.9k words

The Mayans belong to FX. My heart belongs to these fools & these stories belong to me.

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Miguel Galindo

Miguel sat at the suite’s small dining table, sprawled out on a chair dressed in nothing but his form-fitting black boxer briefs. Free of his suit, his ties, his watches and all the other things that screamed Galindo. Away from the demands of his life, his face was softened by your lovemaking, laughter and an uninterrupted night’s sleep. Relaxed. It was the way he was when he was with you.

He loved to watch you dance. You stood in the tiny galley kitchen swaying and rocking in the slim-fit hoodie he had arrived in the night before. Even though he had used to conceal his identity, hiding his connection to you from the world - remembering how good he looked standing in the doorway made you bite your lip on a smile and started a stirring inside you. The energy from that heat put the extra swirl in your waist and dipped your knees, giving Miguel an alluring peek under the bottom of his hoodie that was already barely covering your naked ass. You paused in pouring yourself another mimosa to bounce up on one foot to the drop beat of the song playing. Miguel's lips curved into a small smile as you popped your hip out on the bass line’s booming beat. Pow. Pow. Pow. Ass jiggling just enough for him to not be able to resist calling your name.

Turning to face him, your eyes feign innocence but your puckered smirk let him know the dance was for him. Taking a sip from your flute, you gave him a slow blink, "Yes?"

His cheeks lifted slightly, amused by your coy pretense. "Ven." (Come.)

It should have taken more than a single word to get you across the room but the smokey lust in Miguel's eyes and his mere beckoning with two fingers moved your feet. Approaching, you stood in front of him and he leaned forward slowly to draw you in between his legs. He reached up to take your glass and placed it on the table. Holding your hand to his lips, he brushed a kiss over your knuckles before opening your palm and placing it on his cheek to nuzzle into. His looking up at you from under straight dark eyelashes made you move closer. His hands caressing the backs of your thighs parted your lips. Them running up and over your soft cheeks, then up your back drug a sigh out of you. His tugging on the zipper that kept your silky skin from him reopened your eyes and you watched the pleasure he got out of exposing you. His kissing the newly revealed skin at a pace that kept him in control, and you in a sexual fog, distracted you from knowing when he finished unzipping you. Your eyes were closed because his mouth was open, hot on the hollows of your hips, tonguing your navel - the bites, and nips and sucking all had you lost. With both hands in his hair, you shuddered when his lips fastened around your nipple, rolling his tongue over it, ending with a hard suckle that snatched a gasp out of your chest.

“Mmmm…Miguel!”

He smiled against your skin, sliding to the other, claiming it between his teeth. You shrank back from the stimulation but he quickly abandoned the squeezing and kneading he was giving your ass with a possessive growl, pressing on your shoulder blades to bring you back to him, to his tormenting tiny bites on your sensitive peak. Cupping both your breasts, he traveled with wicked intentions between them, teasing until you pulled him away by his hair.

“Basta! Cariño, por favor! Yo necesito--,”. (Enough! My love, please! I need--,.)

His dark eyes shined in eagerness, wanting so much to hear the words, “¿Que?” (what?)

With all the love you felt for the man looking up at you, you confessed, “Tu…solamente, tu.” (You…only you.)

Standing, he put you on the table, tugging on at his waistline to free himself, baring teeth that would be at your neck in seconds. His hoodie slipped down your shoulders trapping your upper arms, keeping you from holding him the way you wanted to - the way you needed to. He wasted no time with teasing, plunging straight in on a groan of pleasure so sweet you stopped breathing. He selfishly indulged himself in your wet, tight grip, railing into you three times, hard and deep - his helpless sounds of overwhelming bliss were muffled in your neck. Sinking his teeth in, he allowed himself several more thrusts into your parted place before stopping again. Pausing to gather himself, he knew he wanted more than to just be inside you, he needed something else. A higher plane. The excruciating torture of the wait.  

He kissed you deeply to slow himself down. Your hands journeyed his body feeling the straining muscles of his throat and shoulders begin to relax, melting under your touch. His audible breathing quieted, slowing, then looking into your eyes, he reached under you to cup your cheeks gently, moving you to the very edge of the table. The erotic wickedness in his eyes constricted your throat, no words could escape you as he brought you down with him to sit back in the chair, your toes barely able to touch the floor. He pressed your chest until your back leaned against the table’s edge. Reclined on your elbows, you stared as he licked his thumb, finding your arousal-swollen bud just above where he was locked inside of you. You sucked in your stomach and vibrated from his first swipe, the zing was exquisite. Torn between wanting to watch his hand and being sucked into the fire in his eyes, you chose the latter.  

Miguel’s lips curled up on one side and he brought his hand up to lick his thumb again, tapping and rubbing gently across the topmost part of your clitoral hood, then stroking up and down each side, circling the tip and back to tapping. Your eyes fluttered closed, and your body twisted as you gripped the table’s edge. He pressed his other hand on top of your thigh to hold you down, denying you both the ecstasy a single thrust from him would bring. Your head dropped back and the next moan that floated from your mouth had a plea on the end of it that curled his toes. As his thumb continued to work, your back began to snake. Your shameless exhibition of pleasure compelled him to taunt you.

“Si, amor…baila para me,” he breathed, mesmerized. “Bailar.” (Yes love…dance for me, … Dance.)

Your insides twitching and grasping at his hard length was unraveling him. As you chanted his name it landed on deaf ears. Still, you begged the man who was determined to withhold his mercy even at the cost to himself for more, while straining against the pressure of his hand holding you in place, preventing the rocking that would relieve you both. You tried again and again to lift your hips until he hit you with a swift, stinging slap of correction to your thigh. Your only protest to his briefly raised eyebrows was a whimpering moan, clutching your own breasts to work yourself into a faster climb.

Succumbing, your muscles clenched even more, drawing tight for release and Miguel could see it…dear God, he could feel it on every centimeter of his rock-hard dick. Gripping the table top frantically, your breasts bobbed, enticing him as your back arched. He replaced his thumb with two fingers and your entire body stiffened in shock. The gasp of air you sucked in coincided with your tunnel’s suctioning spasm. Feeling it, Miguel clenched his teeth on a profane shout, the gruff sound grated his vocal cords and the new wetness on his base announced your long-awaited orgasm a millisecond before the telling scream tore from you.

Dazed, you flopped forward when he snatched you up and you wrapped your arms around him tight to gain your bearings, clawing as if skin-to-skin was not close enough. He loved it when you were like this, nothing but a reaction - but it was your next cry that tanked his reserves.  

“¡Ahora! ¡Por favor! ¡Ahora mismo!” (Now! Please! Right now!)

Your desperate plea broke him. Miguel locked his arms around you lifting just enough to be able to pummel you from beneath. He put his hand under his buttocks to use the chair for support to buck up into you. The effort behind each thrust forced an animalistic grunt out of him, mixing with your pleading wails that alternated from being buried into his shoulder to blasting past his ear.

“¡Oh! ¡Ooooh, mierda! ¡MIERDA!” you yelped between delicious, drilling snaps of his hips. “¡Papi, da a me más! ¡Fóllame!” (Oh! Ooooh, fuck! FUCK! …. Papi, give me more! Fuck me!)

He cursed when you came again fluttering and squeezing him, milking him while he struggled to continue. Your nails scraped across his shoulders and the pain barely registered to his senses. On your toes, your thighs squeezed around him in uncontrolled, jerky movements adding to the throbbing torment he was enduring. Your body was a drug to him and he was now fully under the influence. With his head dropped back, he held you tighter, pumping up into your quivering split like a man possessed, drowning in your cries of pleasure and adding his own. He could feel it coming - the tension in his thighs, his pelvis, and his balls were all locking in for the most intense orgasm of his time with you. He had no words of warning. The black depths his first convulsions came up from rendered him silent. With his eyes and mouth wide, he was swept away by it - forcibly drug by every nerve ending in his body to the highest sexual peak and flung off. For a moment, his lungs refused to cooperate and his fingertips dug painfully into your back. His mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. Jettisons of cum shot from him, forceful and hot, locking his back in an arch and the long gasp he had taken in, finally released in a trio of sharp roars. He continued to blast your insides with his eyes clamped shut, seeing flashes of white behind the lids.

Miguel was submerged in the sweetest suffering, helplessly planted to the root inside your perfectly twitchy body. Every muscle he was using to hold the both of you upright was engaged in relentless, tight aftershocks. He moaned roughly, calling on God, Jesus and you to end the maddening rolling spasms. You had nothing left to give to help him. He had done this to himself and you. You could only offer kisses on the skin you could reach as solace…and gratitude.

0.o.0.o.0

Miguel was forced to leave his hoodie behind when he left you. It smelled of you and him and happiness, he could not take that kind of risk. Sitting in the SUV with Nestor driving, he tried not to think of you. He tried to set his mind on home or business, but it was you in his hoodie kissing him goodbye with promise in your eyes that his brain chose to focus on. He touched the panel to lower the window, taking a deep breath. He watched the city he ruled go by and for a time he believed…if he were careful, he could have it all.

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“You’re playing with fire, mi vida.”

Request: Imagine where Miguel and his wife are at a gala or some event and they sneak out to have a quickie

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x reader 

Warnings: Sexual content, what might be perceived as mild degradation by some, exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.1K

***I know he’s wearing a black suit in the story so just used your imagination lol ***

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🎄🍪 Baking Christmas cookies HCs 🍪🎄

Just a little thing I came up with. I’m still sick though I do feel a little better, but I’m just trying to get some content out there that’s festive enough before the damn month is finished. Hope y’all like it🥰

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.2K

He’s like a little kid

He can’t bake worth a shit, which is why he’ll let you take the reigns, but that doesn’t make him any less excited

He’s most excited to decorate 

He doesn’t give a shit about the plain cookies and finds them to be a waste of time 

He’s just waiting for the frosting and sprinkles 

He makes a mess

Add in a whole extra 30 minutes of being behind due to him constantly kissing you and holding onto you 

He thinks you look adorable with flour on your nose 

He takes a very hands-on approach, helping with every single part that he can 

He absolutely steals raw cookie dough from nearly every batch to eat

The back of his hand is a soft pink by the time they’re all in the oven with the number of times you’ve had to pop him

He’s entirely unphased 

100% wants to take a nap on the couch with you while they bake

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I’ve put myself in the box of shame for loving this so much. 🫣

okay but yandere!miguel with E from the prompt list? 👀

Prompt: E is for...Eradicate

"You don't need a job, baby. Your job is being mine."

"You're better off without them anyway."

"I removed the problem. You should be thanking me."

Warnings: Dark Miguel, kidnapping, forced imprisonment, obsessive behavior, violence/death, manipulation of the reader

A/N: This cooooould be read as a sequel to this story I wrote a while back, or standalone. I thought it would be cool to tie this one into that event like what follows after he takes her back home, but you could totally read this independently. Miguel will kill all the boyfriends regardless

Miguel sighed as he heard you sniffle from beside him. Your body curled in on itself, leaning against the car door to get as far away from him as possible. The shock had started to wear off and so was your adrenaline.

But the sight of your boyfriend dead on the floor, killed over pure jealousy and possessiveness, played over and over again in your mind. He hadn't done anything to deserve that. And with a trembling, raw voice, you said as much.

"You didn't have to do that. He didn't do anything."

Miguel scoffed, his voice indignant.

"He tried to take you from me. He tried to take you away from your home, the place you truly belong. He couldn't even defend himself from me, that means he couldn't have defended you. Imagine if something had happened to you. Imagine if someone had tried to hurt you, and he couldn't stop them."

You could see the anger flash in his eyes at the mere thought. Fire dancing in those warm brown irises. He was reaching out for you then, ignoring your whimper as he cradled your cheek.

"I removed the problem. You should be thanking me."

You shivered at his words and Miguel cooed at you, hands coming to rest on your shoulders, smoothing his palms up and down your bare skin. The pretty shawl you were covering up with had disappeared in the chaos.

"We're almost home, mi amor. Just a few more minutes."

You sat still in the war, water as Miguel lathered the shampoo into your scalp. Your face was wet, but you weren't sure if it was the bathwater or tears. You felt drained and limp, nearly boneless. Yet, you knew sleep wouldn't come easily to you tonight. Or maybe any night after what you had seen.

You blamed yourself. All your boyfriend had done was be with you and try to make you happy. That was his only crime; caring for you. and you couldn't shake the guilt that came with that, even though you knew it was Miguel's fault and his alone.

He was unstable. Cool as a cucumber and most would think he was unshakable. But that was what made him so dangerous. He was a man with seemingly infinite power, and his world would always be shaped how he wanted by his own hands. Bloody or not.

He massaged your scalp tenderly and you closed your eyes, if not only just to keep the tears at bay. He always harped on how he would never hurt you. And he never had, physically at least. It seemed he didn't think the mental torture and trauma this event would leave you with to be harmful.

"My friends will be looking for me. They know I had a date tonight."

Miguel hummed, unmoved by your words from behind you. His hands steady as he lifted the handle to rinse the bubbles from your hair.

"You're better off without them anyway."

You yanked yourself away from him, arms covering your breasts as you turned to face him, though he had seen them a million times. Your eyes were bloodshot and fierce as you stared at him, his face neutral, seemingly unbothered by the water you splattered on his crisp button up.

"Yeah, and my job? You think they're not gonna notice when I never show up again? Hmm?"

You were trying everything. That was what he loved about you the most. Your resistance. Your willpower. How headstrong you were. You weren't a woman who was easily tamed, and but getting you to belong to him would forever be one of his greatest achievements.

Miguel chuckled and shook his head, the sound rumbling in his chest as he rested his wet hands on the front of his thighs. He tilted his head, the look almost condescending.

"You quit. Sent your boss an email, saying that due to a new business venture of mine, you had to leave. Relocation difficulties."

You were about to argue, until he pulled your phone out from his pocket, opening the screen to show the email he'd sent, as well as your bosses reply saying that despite the short notice, he wished you and your husband well on your new endeavors.

Your eyes shifted from the screen to him and he grinned.

"I also told him that you decided to give our marriage another shot. Hence you coming with me."

Putting the phone away, he stood up from his squatted position and walked to the lavish counter, grabbing the expensive fluffy white towel and holding it open for you to step into.

You stared at him for what felt like an eternity before relenting and standing up from the bath, not a care in the world that your hair hadn't been conditioned. You stepped into the towel and felt him embrace you in it, a hand holding your head to his chest as he held you, stroking your hair.

"You don't need a job, baby. Your job is being mine."

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Had a dream last night. I asked Will Jeffries from Cold Case to stash my purse which contained a gun and tic tacs that I was pretending were drugs (🤷🏼‍♀️) for me in an airport locker as we (Will, Nick, Kat, and myself) were flying to Cuba. Sadly didn’t see any Scotty only heard his laugh.

Been watching too much Cold Case. My rewatch wrapped up yesterday 😭.

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Law and Order SVU — 13.22 Strange Beauty

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ACCUSED (2023-) 2.02 - April's Story Danny Pino as "Jake Harris"

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I met Josh Gates and the whole things is sort of a blur 😂. I love him. Nerd dream come true.

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why is this doing things to me?? 😭🥵 I’m not a manny girl but fuck. You’re brilliant @darqchilddaydreamz , thats why.

I hope it's not too late to submit one last request🙈.

If not, I'd like to request a drabble for Manny😩.

Words: curvy, worship, and flaws👀.

Chicaaaaaaa! Why you come bustin in my PG-13 day with a request YOU KNOW I gotta make rated R??? *whispers* Thanks. *huge grin* Here ya go!

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Manny was rutting his hips slower now, letting you gather enough air to answer him again.

“Whose hips are these?”

“Yours,” you sighed.

“Whose fuckin’ fupa is this?”

“Yours,” you whisper, making him slam into you eight good times before he asked again.

“Yours! It’s yours!”

You had always been curvy but now nothing in your closet fit and all you saw in the mirror were flaws.

“Mmmm…all this here made my baby, yeah?” Kissing you hard and fast, he gripped your throat, “Don’t talk shit about what’s mine, entiendes?”

His harsh words comforted your heart like the sweetest worship.

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