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[08] Secret Ingredient⥓ Mafia!Miguel O'Hara × Female!Baker!Reader

Warnings: mentions of feet aching, hinting at threats, mentions of dana, no not being taken for an answer (dana), one use of y/n, one mention of cinderella, mention of adopting (the friend joke)

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He spun you before the music came to a stop. To say your feet ached was an understatement. You both danced for five songs and it was probably the longest you've been in heels since you've opened your bakery and had made those late hours.

"You okay?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and furrowing his brows as he scanned you up and down.

"Yeah."

Miguel gave you a look that showed he knew you were lying.

You let out a breath. "Fine, my feet are killing me."

"Are they? Did I get the wrong shoes?" He watched as you sat down at the bar.

"No, they fit perfectly, but I just can't remember the last time I wore heels for this long," you tell him as your eyes locked with his. Seeing him without his ruby colored shades anywhere on his person was odd, but you could get used to it. If you were being honest, you could get used to it.

"Do you want to leave?"

You shook your head at his question before responding, "I'll be fine. Do what you have to do for your business."

He huffed out a breath before raising his hands up in defense. "If you insist."

"I do, actually."

Miguel couldn't help but chuckle before heading off to his colleagues to discuss Alchemax.

At least, that was to your knowledge.

In reality, Miguel was speaking to his other employees about Dana and the future of his family.

Luckily, none of Dana's people tried bothering you which was great for Miguel. He didn't want to send a warning to Dana so early after their meeting.

However, he froze when Gwen shook her head.

"She's not giving up. She wants you, Miguel."

He took a deep breath. "Well, I don't want her. Not again."

Gwen adjusted her glove as she looked over at Miles. They both remembered the stress he went through with Dana and afterwards. They were annoyed she didn't want to let Miguel go, especially when he seemed much calmer after he met you.

"She's not taking no for an answer..." Miles' words left his lips in hesitation, causing Miguel's jaw to tick in anger.

"I'll figure it out later. My night was going perfectly fine with (Y/N) and now you're telling me this because that...poor excuse of a woman thinks she owns me?"

Honestly, Gwen and Miles were proud of Miguel for not cursing, but they had to agree; Dana was a poor excuse of a woman. Not to mention, Lyla called her a spawn.

"Speaking of her," Gwen says as she looks over at you. "What are you two anyway?"

Miguel waved his hand in dismissal. "You both can go."

Gwen and Miles pressed their lips together to hold back their smiles before heading off to a different direction.

Miguel took a deep breath before going back to you, his nerves slowly returning, but he tried his hardest to hide them.

Keyword being try as he knew the slight tremor in his hand was a dead giveaway.

"Ready to go?" He asked, holding his hand out for you to take.

You nod as you take his hand, letting him lead you out of the building. Internally, Miguel did backflips, letting his inner high school lover boy get excited; he knew, romantically or not, you'd never hurt him like Dana did.

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The next day, you wrote down new recipes for your bakery, but like Cinderella, you couldn't get it out of your head; the way he led you while dancing felt like a fairy tale. A soft laugh escaped your lips at the memory when you spun around on your own.

You wouldn't admit it to his face, but there was something about him that kept you drawn to him. You weren't sure if it was the aura he had or simply because you couldn't stop thinking about how shy he was when you two first met. Either way, he wasn't getting out of your head any time soon.

Letting out a sigh, you sat on your couch with your notebook in hand as you labeled the recipes to take with you tomorrow. You hummed as you looked through them, making sure you had a few new ones like tembleque, arepa dulce, kanom tuay, and cassava cake to make.

You checked your pantries and your fridge to make sure you had some things to begin at least one of the four recipes that were new to you.

As you worked on the dessert, your phone goes off. You furrow your brows as you wash your hands before drying them, and making your way to the couch where your phone rested. You picked up the phone and read the message, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

?: Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

You raised a brow in confusion until you heard a loud bang that made you jump. Looking up, you saw a cloud of smoke, making your eyebrows shoot up in shock. When you looked out the window, you saw the car in front of your apartment complex on fire.

Your car.

"What the fuck?" You muttered as you headed down to your car, phone still in hand.

"Hey!" A voice called out, making your eyes tear away from the car and meeting his.

Honestly, you've never been more thankful that Patrick usually came over to see you whenever you were going to make new desserts so he could try them first.

"You okay, darlin'?" He asked, checking for any injuries on your face and arms.

You nodded as you hugged him. "Yeah, I'm okay."

He stood with you as you answered questions for the officers and firefighters before taking you back into your apartment.

Patrick told you not to worry about the dessert and decided to cook something for you instead.

You were glad you and Patrick were friends as he says he adopted you after he saw how uncomfortable you looked in a packed bus. You two became friends and only ever had platonic feelings for each other.

Either way, you were glad you let him know you were making desserts today.

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Perfectly timed wedding photo

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monkey man (2024) dir. dev patel // "it will come back" (2014) hozier

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Oscar Isaac Brioni Fall-Winter Collection

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PENGOOOO

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hey pal, take it easy! you're scrolling with way too much intensity. look at this horse

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Bruce has a habit of randomly worrying about his kids and silently lurking in their room until he's done being insane. This usually happens mid prolonged argument or after an incident on patrol that he thinks could've gone much worse.

It would be sweet, if he hadn't raised his kids to be just as paranoid as he is, making them shoot awake every time to see to their Batdad sleep paralysis demon.

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Striking New York Times tech workers have created a “Guild Builds” page dedicated to strike-themed games you can play, including a spin on Wordle, a word search, and the custom Connections I reported on earlier today. As part of its strike announcement on Monday, the New York Times Tech Guild requested that people don’t cross the digital picket line to play the NYT’s daily puzzle games. This collection of five other games offers an alternative if you want to support the striking workers but also do some brain teasers.

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Miguel o'hara with a breeding kin AND a size kink (or lack of because I'm short as hell). That's it, that's the ask.

Anniversary ⥓ Miguel O'Hara × Female!Reader

im so sorry this is late, love :( with the series & life getting in the way along with writer's block, i took a break. however, im back & since it's October, it's smut month! im doing it again, so i'll only be releasing smut this month

Warnings: smut, unprotected piv, size kink, breeding kink, pull out method, reader and miguel are married, pnp, also for the girlies with the long nails, my writing is inclusive, so sincerely apologize (my nails are usually short since i pick at them), aftercare

If there was one thing Miguel loved about having you under him was the noticeable height difference between the two of you. He loved picking you up to kiss you or having you wrapped around his waist just to have you face to face with him.

But God, he loved when you moaned so loud, as he had your legs over his shoulders while his dick reached deep inside you.

"Te ves tan bella así, mi amor," he muttered as he thrusts into you, his eyes locking onto yours.

You simply moaned in response, your fingers digging into his biceps.

Miguel groaned as he felt you clenched around him. You were reaching your climax again, that he couldn't help but smirk. He was the only man that could do this to you, but that's what made him want to keep you for the rest of his life; you had many firsts with him, he was determined to be the last. Did you care? No.

No man has ever made you feel the way Miguel has emotionally, mentally and physically.

Two years of dating turned into a year of engagement to now, officially being married for a year as it was your first anniversary together as husband and wife.

Long story short, when he said he'd never get tired of you, he meant it because he was still very much obsessed with the way your body responded to him no matter how many times he's touched it. He still feels as though you react differently to things, making him know that he still had a lot more exploring to do.

After all, he was now getting to know your body better than you did.

Not to mention the new positions he had you in.

He flipped you over so you were on your stomach before making sure your legs were at his hips. He took his hand and wrapped it around your neck as he lifted you up; his own version of the Superman position.

Miguel slid back in, causing you to roll your eyes back while his hand rested on your wrist to hold you in place.

Probably the best part about being with a man with superhuman strength; if you had core strength or not, he could carry you with ease.

To say you were stunned by the new position was an understatement. However, when he moved his hips, your stunned expression vanished as your mouth fell open, letting a silent moan escape your throat. Your brows furrowed in pleasure as his cock angled just right, hitting your sweet spot.

Christ, this man, was going to be the death of you.

It didn't help that Miguel felt himself growing closer to his release as he fucked you.

He couldn't help it, with the way you were sucking him in with each thrust and the way your pussy fluttered around him. To him, it felt like paradise.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby," he muttered against your ear.

You nodded, unable to trust your words as you felt him put you on the bed again, flipping you over.

He held himself as he watched you come undone once more as he pounded into you.

Miguel groaned at the sight of your pleasure, pride hitting him instantly in knowing he'll be the only man who could ever see you like this till death do you part.

He pulled out of you before wrapping his hand around his length. He moved his hand up and down before letting himself decorate your stomach in his cum, a moan escaping his lips as he did so.

Miguel grabbed the pack of wipes from the side table, cleaning you off before his release traveled further down before throwing it out. He grabbed a new wipe and cleaned himself off with a shiver before tossing it too.

He grabbed the blanket and wrapped you both under it before pulling you close, peppering your head with kisses.

The last thing he cared about was that you two were naked, as you both have cuddled naked before. The only thing he cared about was making sure his wife was comfortable as she cuddled in his chest.

"I love you and happy anniversary," he whispered against your head.

"I love you too and happy anniversary," you whispered back with a smile.

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—- i can’t let you in; that’s one mistake i won’t make again.

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“They call me Buck, but I don’t know who I am.”