#miguel ohara au

[yanderestarangel]

𐔌 . ⋮ wet dream .ᐟ ֹ₊ ꒱ — tio miguel o'hara x male reader

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 summary: you woke up your step!uncle in a different way... Or maybe it's another perverted dream of his...?

♡⁠ smut totally inspired by my bot on janitor a.i ♡⁠

♡⁠┊tw: somnophilia, cnc, dub con, v!sex, dark romance, smut, v!sex, oral fixation, ftm reader, use of lingerie, afab anatomy, dark themes...+

Tio Miguel was back at the farm that night, another damn excuse for the family to get together, drink themselves stupid, and pretend to care about some meaningless celebration. The smell of beer, sweat, and smoke filled the air, blending with the loud, slurred conversations of relatives who would say anything after a few shots. He didn’t care about any of it — not the food, not the laughter, not the festivities.

He was there for one thing, or rather, one person: you.

Ever since his wife died, Miguel had been a shell of himself. He wasn’t the strong, untouchable man people once admired. He was broken, hollow, and full of desires that made him question every shred of decency he had left. Falling for you — his so-called “nephew” by family consideration — was proof of how far he’d fallen.

You weren’t even blood, just a boy with a face and body that made his cock stir every time you were near.

However, it didn’t matter.

He knew well how wrong it was, how twisted it looked, but that didn’t stop the fantasies from creeping into his mind every time he saw you.

And tonight, you were in everywhere — your laugh cutting through the crowd, your body moving in that damn shirt that clung to you in all the right ways. His eyes never left you, burning holes through you from across the yard. He tried to act like he wasn’t watching, like his blood wasn’t boiling every time you so much as looked his way, but the drinks in his system made it impossible. Every word exchanged between you two was laced with tension, your innocent smile betraying the way your eyes lingered on his lips or the way your voice dropped ever so slightly when you spoke to him.

It drove him insane.

By the time the party wound down, with most people passed out drunk or stumbling around like idiots, the man had enough. He muttered some excuse and made his way inside your parents’ house, heading straight to the guest room. He kicked off his boots, let his hat fall to the floor, and collapsed onto the bed, trying to drown out the heat coursing through his body with the haze of whiskey and exhaustion. But it wasn’t enough to keep his thoughts from wandering back to you.

Sleep came quickly, but it didn’t last. A sharp, intense sensation dragged him out of his slumber. He groaned, his brows furrowing as his mind struggled to piece together what was happening. Then he felt it again — hot, wet friction against his cock. His eyes snapped open, and there you were, straddling his lap like a wet dream. Your hips rocked against him, your pussy slick as it slid over his pulsing length. The soft light filtering through the window highlighted the way your body moved, and for a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.

"Is this real...? Baby- is that really you?" His voice came out muffled as you continued your shallow movements, the delicious friction of your hips making him throw his head back. He struggled to adjust his eyes to the full view of your lap—your body adorned in delicate lingerie, the lace of your panties pushed to the side, granting him a perfect view of your wet pussy grinding against his aching length.

The slick mess you were making was almost too good to be real, too intoxicating to be just another wet dream conjured by his obsessive mind. Miguel's breath shuddered as he reached for you, rough hands sliding up your thighs, gripping tight enough to bruise.

His head was spinning—whiskey, exhaustion, and now you—but this?

This felt real.

Too fucking real.

His fingers twitched as they traced the damp lace barely hanging onto your hips. He groaned low in his throat, his cock throbbing beneath you, slick with the evidence of your need.

"Dios mío..." His voice was thick, hoarse from sleep and disbelief. His grip flexed, digging into your skin as if trying to ground himself. His dark eyes dragged over your body, drinking in the way you moved—slow, teasing, grinding down against him like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

A guttural groan ripped from his chest as his hands shot up, grabbing your hips and forcing you down harder, deeper, making sure you felt every inch of him. His forehead pressed to yours, his breath hot, ragged.

"Fuck..." He hissed through clenched teeth, his thumbs digging into your skin as his lips brushed over yours—not kissing, just breathing you in. His hips rolled up instinctively, chasing the friction, the heat, the unbearable need clawing at his gut.

"You know what you're askin' for, don't you?" His voice was low, dangerous, his lips grazing against your jaw as his fingers slipped beneath your panties, pushing them further aside. "You're not gonna take it back, cariño?"

But he already knew the answer.

"Mierda... Fuck it... Just use my cock..."

He whimpered as you finally positioned his thick, precum-dripping tip at your soaked entrance, his broad hands gripping your hips with bruising force. Then, without warning, he drove himself inside, stretching you open with a deep, shuddering groan. The moans spilling from both of you were low, laced with raw hunger, the obscene slickness between your bodies making it impossible to hold back.

Fucking you raw had been an obsession—something he fantasized about every time he fisted his cock, every time he caught your scent, every time you so much as looked at him. And now that he had you, bare and perfect around him, his control frayed with every desperate thrust.

Your walls clenched around him like a vice, hot and wet, and the thought slammed into him like a freight train: he needed to fill you. His breath hitched, and his pace stuttered for a second before he fucked into you harder, deeper, chasing something primal. His heavy balls slapped against you, already aching, already desperate to claim.

Your breasts bounced with every movement, hypnotizing him, making him groan as he latched onto a nipple, sucking with messy, open-mouthed need. You were so fucking soft, so warm—his mind spun at the thought of pumping you full, making sure his release stuck, watching it drip out of you only to fuck it back in.

The pressure coiled tight in his spine, unbearable now. His grip on you tightened, possessive, as his thrusts turned sharp, desperate.

He was going to breed you—whether you realized it or not — the thought of getting his step-nephew pregnant was as sickening as it was tempting.

Miguel was gone. Lost. Drowning in the unbearable heat of your body as you sat flush against his lap, stuffed full of his cock. His breath came in ragged pants between deep, messy kisses, his lips swollen and wet from how hungrily he devoured your mouth. His hands gripped your waist tight, almost bruising, as he rocked you against him—desperate, frenzied, like he couldn’t get deep enough.

"Mi—mi niño precioso," he groaned, forehead pressed against yours as he forced you to take every inch. "So fucking good—so perfect, just like that."

His head fell back against the headboard, eyes glassy, half-lidded as he stared at the lewd mess between you. His thick length was completely buried inside your wet, twitching heat, your slick dripping down to his heavy balls, coating them in proof of how well you took him. The sight alone made him throb inside you, his hands trembling as they roamed your body.

Another sharp slap landed on your ass, making you jolt, but Miguel only grunted, rolling his hips up hard as if punishing you for squeezing him too tight. His fingers curled around the delicate fabric of your lingerie, tugging it aside to expose you more, his breaths turning ragged.

"Want me to fill you up—do you want me to get you pregnant? Make you the father of my children?"

He didn't even know what he was saying anymore. His mind was drunk on the way you clenched around him, the way your body sucked him in, begged for him without words. It made something raw and desperate coil in his gut, his grip on your hips growing almost frantic as he fucked up into you, making the bed shake.

"Tell me it’s real..." he rasped, his voice cracking as his nails dug into your soft skin. "Tell me you’ll take it—fuck—tell me I can really give it to you."

His thrusts turned erratic, brutal, his whole body trembling beneath you. Another slap, then another, hard enough to leave your skin burning. He couldn’t stop. Couldn’t hold back.

And then—he shattered.

Miguel's breath hitched as his orgasm slammed into him, a deep, broken moan tearing from his throat as he came inside you, filling you to the brim with thick, hot ropes of cum. His body locked up, muscles tensing, fingers gripping you so tight he might never let go. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, his lips trembling as he whined through the aftershocks, burying his face in your neck.

"Take it—G-God—please, take all of it."

His hips gave a few more shallow rolls, making sure he was as deep as possible, making sure none of it would go to waste. Even as the haze of pleasure started to settle, his hands were still possessively holding your hips, as if afraid you’d slip away before he could fuck you all over again.

Miguel barely registered the loss of warmth when you lifted yourself off his cock, the slick drag of your walls pulling away making his breath shudder. He felt it—his cum leaking out of you, trailing down your inner thighs, wasted. His fingers twitched, instinct screaming at him to grab your hips, push you back down, make sure you kept every drop.

But you said nothing.

No teasing remark, no soft moan—nothing. You just slipped off him, standing on unsteady legs, your body still trembling from the way he had ruined you. Miguel’s dazed eyes followed the mess between your thighs, his jaw clenching at the sight of his seed dripping from you, his mark already fading as if it had never been there.

Then, without a glance back, you left.

The door clicked shut behind you, leaving Miguel alone in the dimly lit room, his body still burning with the ghost of your touch. The air felt colder, the silence almost suffocating, but his limbs were too heavy, his mind too sluggish to chase after you. He exhaled a deep, shaky breath, his head falling back against the pillows.

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe it was just a dream, right?

Maybe it was just another one of those sick, forbidden dreams—another twisted fantasy his mind had conjured up to torment him.

Sleep pulled him under before he could think too hard about it.

♡⁠

Morning came with golden light bleeding through the blinds, painting warm streaks across Miguel’s face. He stirred, a low groan leaving his throat as the dull ache in his muscles reminded him of the night before. His sheets smelled like sex, like sweat, like you. But the haze of sleep convinced him, again, that it wasn’t real.

Just another fantasy.

Just another sin his mind had indulged in while his hands worked over his cock in the dark. A damn perverted old man, with another dream of fucking his own nephew.

With a tired sigh, Miguel reached for his jeans on the floor, shaking them out before sliding them on—until his fingers brushed against something soft in his pocket.

His brows furrowed.

He pulled it out, and the second he saw the delicate lace of your panties, his breath caught in his throat.

Soft. Expensive. Yours.

A slow exhale left his lips, with amusement flickering behind his eyes as he let the fabric slip between his fingers. He should’ve felt guilt. Maybe he did, buried somewhere beneath the thick, heady satisfaction curling in his stomach.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, lazy, smug, still laced with sleep.

"Oh God... How I love that boy..."

His voice was hushed, almost to himself, as he tucked the lace back into his pocket.

After all, he wasn’t done with you yet.

★ ! yanderestarangel ©

[hexeyduh]

Vampires 🕸️🦇🩸

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

A fun little add on to this blurb. Not proofread.

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“I’m Spider-Man.”

“…ha…ah ha…” Miguel couldn't help but let out a huff at your delirious sounding laugh. “Miguel this isn’t the time for silly-haha-jokes, our daughter is on the ceiling! Oh my god, I’m so glad my parents aren’t home…”

“Babe-babe calm down, you're rambling.”

“Don’t babe me, we’re not dating anymore!”

“Our baby is on the ceiling, me calling you babe shouldn’t be your biggest concern right now.”

“It’s the principle of it! Look, can you just hurry up and get here, so I can figure out what to do with…gabi…” Your words died as you glanced over to your window, eyes wide as the moon as your phone slipped out of your hand, landing on your bedroom carpet.

You felt like you were dreaming. The same blue and red suit that was always plastered on the living room tv, was now crawling in through your window. A surprised gasp left your lips as you watched the masked man shoot a few neon red webs in order to make a makeshift safety net underneath your upside down daughter. Let out a yelp as she grabbed onto the net and began to make her way down. Her little giggled filled the room as she ascended down the webbing like, well, a spider.

“Look at that, she's a natural.” Miguel mumbled, pulling his mask off from his head “Just like her dad…” If you didn’t believe Miguel’s claims before, you certainly did now.

“I need to sit down…” You stumbled backwards till your knees hit the back of your bed, one hand flying to your chest in an attempt to help calm the rapid pounding against your ribcage while the other grips your comforter to help stabilize yourself.

“Oh god, don’t go into shock���.” Miguel mumbled jokingly, though the genuine undertone of concern was still prevalent. He grabs Gabriella as soon as she was in arms reach, before moving to kneel in front of where you were sitting. His free hand carefully comes down to rest of your knee, as if attempting to reassure you that he was real. Almost flinching it away when you let out a small squeal. “Babe?”

“This is real?” You asked, being met with a hum and a nod. “You’re…you’re Spider-Man. My ex is Spider-Man.” Another nod, “And my baby-who I had with Spider-Man-has powers?”

There was a pause, Miguel watching as you began to slowly process the life altering information you had just discovered within the hour. Before you turned towards your ex-boyfriend, with a new look in your eye.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me before you got me pregnant!?”

“Well-in my defense-I didn’t think our baby would come out with powers-“ Miguel put the hand that wasn’t holding your toddler up in defense. Going to stand up as you go off the bed, your glare intensifying.

“You study genetics!”

“Well-“ You let out a huff as he trailed off, knowing he didn’t have a way to justify his lack of communication about the subject. Slightly shaky hands going to rub your temples to help with the oncoming headache.

“…How long?” You asked after a beat, voice softer as you finally composed yourself. Hands tucking into your arms as you crossed them. Migue let out a heavy sigh as Gabriella decided she no longer wanted to be held, wiggling around under he put her down.

“Not too long…” He muttered, trying to beat around the brush. You knew he was bluffing too, he’s been Spider-Man for at least a few months before Gabriella was born, since you two had split up when she was around six months. She was a year now.

“Miguel.”

“Fine! A year and 7 months!” He confessed, making you scoff in disbelief. Eyes widening even more than you thought they could.

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I didn’t want you to see me as some freak!” His declaration makes your scolding words die in your throat. Anger dimensioning as soon as those words left his lips.

Some freak? Did he really think you’d ever think of him like that? Your hand falls over your face as you let out a heavy sigh.

“Miguel, I saw you finish your double bacon cheeseburger on our first date in two bites… if I can look past that I can be a bit understanding of this whole…situationship.” You motioned to the web filled room. “I just wished you told me before you got me pregnant.”

“Fair…” He mumbled

“Because now I’ll have to figure out how to keep Gabriella off the walls, I just finished baby proofing the house too.” Miguel couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle, despite this word altering news, you still found a way to put your daughter first.

“I mean… you could move back in… wall crawling adult to grab the wall crawling baby.” He might as well give it a shot while he’s at it right?

“No, Miguel.” You laughed, picking up Gabriella as she crawled towards you, fixing the little tufts of hair on her head “Good try through.”

“Can’t blame a man for trying…” He muttered as he began to clean up his webs.

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Writing skills are rusty lol hopefully this is okay :3

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loser miguel who starts to normalize his perverse thoughts because, if he’s thinking nice sweet things, surely they balance out?

he can imagine your plump ass bouncing on his cock as much as he wants, as long as he pictures himself cooking you a romantic meal right after, it’s fine.

loser miguel who can finally start accepting your hugs again. and thank god for that, he thought he was going to combust without your warm embrace. he had gotten so used to not getting them again, that his cock immediately stiffened the first time around, leaving him a blushing mess when you made another joke about his keys.

loser miguel who starts outwardly asking for any form of physical affection. he’s gone so long without any touch that living without your hugs leaves a burning deep inside him.

he shamelessly stands there after saying goodbye, arms outstretched, waiting for you to run over to him and press your smaller frame against him as you bury your head against his chest, forcing you to get dizzy from his cologne.

loser miguel who puts on a show of being embarrassed whenever someone says your his work wife, or simply more than the best friends everyone at the workplace has come to know you as.

they all know you’re a very touchy feely person, but you’re extra clingy with miguel, and he doesn’t mind a bit.

loser miguel who is over the moon when you want to repay him for walking you to your train the other night.

he has a few ideas in mind, you sprawled out on the sofa with his thick fingers burried in your leaky cunt while stares up at your perfect face with those soft, brown eyes of his. his cock sliding against your slick folds as you beg and whine for more doesn’t sound too bad either, if you aren’t down for him ravaging your clit.

loser miguel who has to make do with you buying him lunch one day because you insisted on something other than the ‘quality time’ he proposed. he was too busy forcing himself not to ogle at your face when he suggested it, to even notice the way your gaze softens at his kind offer, or the flicker of hope in your eyes when he smiles awkwardly at you.

loser miguel who’s too self conscious for his own good. he’s been told countless times how easy it would be for him to walk into any bar and have anyone come home with him.

there’s always plenty of girls who throw themselves at him, the waitresses who tell him when their shift ends, the delivery drivers who offer to settle for a different payment, the women he works with offering to stay behind with him to work on different projects. and maybe if he wasn’t so oblivious he would have said yes at some point, too fed up of his palm and whatever fucked up porn he can find to resist the rush of arousal that hits him whenever he sees a pair of tits.

but that was before he’d met you, it’s different. sophia vergara herself could get down on her knees for him and he would deny her. she doesn’t have your smile, your charisma, you cheery laugh, your perky ass, your soft, homely scent that lingers on everything you touch , no one does.

loser miguel who has to excuse himself from the project meeting because he can’t hide his erection, no matter how many times he changes position.

much to his dismay, the toilets are full and your hand placed lazily on his thigh as you idly fidget with his fingers has left him with an achingly hard cock. so he has to hobble down the, thankfully, barren hallways, cock so hard it hurts to walk.

he pulls himself into the lab, door locked firmly behind him as he pushes himself into the corner. hastily, his hands reach for his belt buckle, fingers fumbling with the urgency that shoots through his veins.

a low, shaky groan escapes him as he finally wraps him clammy palm around his cock, precum already spilling everywhere. he starts of with soft, gentle strokes, hoping that it’ll be enough to get him off but all he can think about is the way you leaned into him as the two of you walked into the conference room this morning.

his deep brown eyes scan the lab lazily until they land on your lab coat. in a moment of desperation, he grabs it and brings it up to his nose, cock instantly growing harder as your scent takes over his senses.

his hand moves faster now, more deliberate and hungry strokes that cause his hips to stutter and countless prayers of your name to fall from his lips.

“migs?” for a second he thinks he’s gone insane. he’s started hearing your voice, feeling your warmth, the sweetness of the air around you, when he knows damn well your in that meeting.

“migs, you okay?” you call out again, concern clear in your shaky tone, “the lab was locked but i couldn’t find you anywhere else.”

fuck

you’re in here. but he’s so close and if you keep standing in that exact position he can see your ass without you even knowing he’s there.

“there you are! i was so worried when you rushed out of that meeting,” you ramble, finally turning the corner, only to be met with the sight of miguel’s head rolled back and leaky cock on show with… is that your lab coat?

“fuck! i’m so sorry,” you yell, hands flying up to cover your reddened face.

“ay coño,” he husks, still pumping at his cock, too close to stop now.

you try to back away but those gentle, mahogany eyes you love so much are glowing a fierce red, drawing you in closer to miguel and his burning desire for you.

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Spiderdads Tangled AU 🕷️✨

i was feeling silly im sorry

lylascal

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 6

content warning: fluff!, mentions of alcohol, uses of Spanish (if wrong, PLEASE correct me), boy-mom tendencies coming from Conchata, judging coming once again from Conchata (she means well, I promise. it just takes her a while to get there), mentions/pics of food, some PDA, it gets a little suggestive so MINORS BEWARE, Tyler + Nancy + Kron are all white for those who don’t know, Miggy still looks like ATSV Mig though, this is probably the LAST time that sorority party is mentioned, some body insecurity, Kron is a moron + freak, some violence at the end

word count: 8.5k, kinda proofread (no comment 😒 just buckle up)

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GymRat!Miguel who hopes his package makes it to you in time for New Year's. He hates that he can't just come and see you. He wanted to be with you as the clock struck 12, he always wanted to have a New Year's kiss with someone, but it felt a little silly to drop everything a drive to you. January was soon, which meant that the new semester started soon. He wasn't one to count down the days until school started, but if it meant he could be physically near you again, he would mark off the days in bright red on every calendar in the house.

GymRat!Miguel who records himself counting down with his rambunctious family in his grandma's backyard. His baby cousins are jumping up and down, throwing Pop-Its on the ground just giggling away. His aunts and uncles are yelling loudly. His mom and dad are huddled up together, his dad kissing his mom's cheeks as she laughs. George is a little drunk so he's feeling a bit more brave than usual. Gabriel and Dana are sitting in a corner, lighting sparklers to pass out to his relatives.

GymRat!Miguel who sends the video to you as soon as he can. You were probably busy with your own family so he didn't expect you to reply right away. He watched the fireworks that his uncle set off. A little dangerous with the trees being so close, but amazing nonetheless. His mom and dad gave him a group hug, then started dancing and singing loudly to Selena. He didn't even look to his Gabriel who he knew was kissing Dana's face off. He really missed you.

GymRat!Miguel who confessed everything to his Abuela as soon as she opened her mouth to say "¿Qué pasa, mi nietecito?"

He sat at the end of the table next to her, sniffling away as he rambled about everything that had happened the past semester. The late nights, the early mornings, his roommate that didn't dry off in the shower sometimes, his failed party, his missed alarms, group projects, and most importantly you.

He told her how much he missed you and how silly he felt. She rubbed his hands and reminded him that love has no bounds. She jokes about all the times she stayed with his abuelo after the stupid things he's done.

Who proposes without a ring?

GymRat!Miguel who laughs at his Abuela's stories of her younger love life. They trade stories back and forth, his stories mostly of you because you're his first true girlfriend. His Abuela listens with glee, happy to see her Miguelito so joyful. She warns him not to be like his abuelo in terms of common sense, but to be like him when it comes to how much love he has to give.

GymRat!Miguel who is eager to show her a picture of you. She is the second family member to see you outside of Gabriel, as she is one of the family members that he is closest to.

She was the one he cried to when the truth of his parent's past life unfolded. She was the one he went to when his mom berated him for the smallest things. She was the one he went to when he felt that he was competing to be seen, but he didn't want Gabriel to notice his pain. She was his everything.

He opens his growing folder full of pictures of you and scrolls to one of you during one of your library dates. You're looking up at him with the cutest smile on your face. Your glasses are falling a little bit and there's a half eaten granola bar in your hand. You were studying for an art history exam and complaining about the influx of European artists over every other continent. He had told an art joke he found on the back of a laffy taffy.

"What did the art thief say to the museum curator?" he said, getting his camera ready.

"What?" you ask, highlighting a passage.

"Give me all your Monet," he said, a snicker following.

You turn to him quickly with a giggle, "That's so silly."

"It made you laugh, though," he said, snapping a picture.

You were really sweet that day. Looked sweet, smelled sweet, and even your kisses tasted like strawberries.

His Abuela took the phone in her hands, pulling her glasses down to look at you.

A smile grows on her face as she sighs, "¡Muy hermosa!"

Miguel's heart soars. He is glad that she sees what he sees.

Of course, she wants to see you. She compliments you profusely, praising Miguel for finding such a beautiful girl. Miguel promises to bring you by one day, happy to be the bridge that connects to women who bring him such joy.

GymRat!Miguel whose bubble bursts when his mom comes up from behind, asking what he and his Abuela are talking about. He quickly brings his phone back to his chest and looks up at his mom.

“Uh, we were just talking about school,” Miguel answers.

“What are you hiding, mijo?” Conchata asks, raising her eyebrows as she tilts her head. There was a warning tone in her voice, daring him to lie.

“You’re always fussing at him! It’s New Year's, Conchata, let him relax,” his Abuela sighed.

“Ma! He is hiding something,” she says, voice getting sharper. “He’s been strange ever since he got home. What is it? Háblame.”

Miguel just let the air go from his lungs.

“We were talking about my girlfriend. I was just showing Abuela some pictures,” Miguel said, tone quiet as ever.

“That’s it? Well, can I see them?”

Miguel hesitated, not knowing how his mom would react. She could be a bit of what people described as a “boy-mom.” Despite all of the years of her nitpicking and nagging him, she still had her moments where she thought others were too good for him.

Miguel hesitantly showed her the same picture. She quickly yanked the phone and looked intensely, pinching the screen in and out.

Then she started scrolling. It would have been fine, but there were still some of the scanned Christmas photos of you that he didn’t move to his locked folder yet.

“Hey!” he said, jumping up to grab his phone. He quickly uses his height to his advantage and gets it back in his hands while his mom tried her best to keep scrolling. He looks at the photo she stopped on, one more swipe and she would see what was only meant for him. “Seriously, Ma?”

“I just wanted to see,” she said, straightening her blouse. “She’s- nice.”

Her tone was nonchalant, sarcastic.

“Nice? That’s it?” Miguel ask with his mouth turned up.

“Sí. What does she study?”

“Art.”

“Hm,” she says. “I guess you’ll be the breadwinner. If it goes that far.”

“Ma, please don’t start this,” Miguel says, feeling a headache coming on. “I already told you that this was a new relationship. One that has lasted this long for me. And there are plenty of jobs you can get with an art major!”

Conchata made a face as to say ‘really?’ with her arms folded.

Miguel looked to his Abuela with an exasperated look in his eyes.

“They are hard to get, but the world cannot move without art or love,” his Abuela says, taking Miguel’s hand in both of hers.

“Love?!” Conchata just about shouts.

Miguel just groans.

GymRat!Miguel who stomps over and yanks up Gabriel by his shirt, disconnecting him from Dana, and dragging him inside.

“Gabri. A dinner party? Really?!” Miguel huffs out, irritation high in his voice.

“Where’s ‘Hi. Hello! How are you?’ No ‘Happy New Year’s Eve, Gabriel. My darling baby brother who I love!’ Just using your sheer strength against me. Removing me from the safe arms of my girlfriend. Just rude,” Gabriel turns his nose up and folds his arms.

“You running your mouth is all the answer I need,” Miguel says as he flicks Gabriel on the head. He yelps out a cartoonish ‘yeowch!’ “Why did mom just tell me about a dinner set up to meet my girlfriend?”

“Um! Well, you see, things happen when you’re enjoying a lovely ski resort!”

Miguel just geared his hand up for another flick.

“And!” Gabriel says, leaning back with his hands up. “Sometimes little brothers have to cover up for their big brothers when they almost punch the shit out of their half brothers!”

“So you tell them to throw a dinner?”

“No! That’s not even how I roll. All I said was that you were probably talking to her. Blame Nancy. And Tyler. And ma! Once Nancy suggested it, ma was ready to tag along. She’s been trying to stick her nose into your life for years.”

Miguel’s shoulders just slumped.

He pulled Gabriel in for a hug, “Sorry Gabri. I should have just asked you. She was just being really weird about the whole thing.”

“It’s ok, nobody knows your heart like me. But, do you really think it’ll be that bad?”

Miguel pondered that question.

“Hopefully not. I won’t let it get awful. She doesn’t deserve that,” Miguel says.

“Let’s look at the bright side. Tyler likes her. Dad likes her. Nancy’s opinion doesn’t really matter, but she likes anything Tyler likes. Kron is an idiot. And I definitely like her.”

Miguel clicks his teeth.

“Oh don’t make that face, Miguel. You know you love me!” he says and puckers at Miguel’s face.

“Ew, get away from me. You were just slobbering all over Dana,” Miguel says as he pushes Gabriel away and turns to go to his designated room.

“You’re so mean!”

GymRat!Miguel who answers within seconds when you call as he sits on the bed.

“Happy New Year!” you sing out, dragging the ‘year’ in a cute melody.

“Happy New Year, baby,” he says, smiling at your cuteness.

“I got your package!” you say, fighting with the phone to stay straight. You finally get it steady and start backing up. “It’s so comfy! The chest part is a little snug, though. Nothing too crazy.”

You stand in the middle of the camera. Miguel had delivered a bunch of his old sweaters to you after you mentioned wanting to snuggle during one of your FaceTimes.

He did everything to make sure they smelled like him. He used a specific detergent. He sprayed them in his cologne. He even wore them each for a set amount of time.

The one you were wearing was merchandise from when Gabriel decided he wanted to play basketball. You turned around and Miguel was met with ‘O’Hara’ printed across the back and your cute little shorts.

“Do you like it?” Miguel asked, internally freaking out. You’re wearing his clothes and his name.

“I love it!” you say, grabbing the phone and climbing onto your bed. “They smell like you too. I feel nice and warm.”

You brought the neck of the shirt up over your nose, eyes smiling at the screen. You were going to be the death of him. He’s become jealous over cotton and wool.

“Can I see it one more time?” Miguel asked, eyes heavy as he sat back against the headboard.

You popped up from your cocoon of his sweater and bit your lip, “Is this riling you up, Miguel?”

“More than you know. How could it not? My girl is wearing my clothes,” Miguel replied earnestly.

He heard you let out a soft noise, embarrassed as you stretched the phone out.

“Yeah, I’m really loving this,” Miguel said, voice lower.

You brought the phone back to your heated face, still not used to that type of response from Miguel.

“Don’t hide from me, cariño,” Miguel said, watching as you fanned your face. “Let me see you.”

“Cariño?!” you say, heart beating even more.

“Are you not my sweetie? My baby? My girl?” he asked, looking at you playfully.

You just rolled to the side and let out a huff.

“You’re teasing me,” you say, voice just above a whisper.

“Not teasing. Just admiring,” he says, eyes twinkling.

You bite the nail of your thumb, “I have an old selfie stick. I can go get that if you want to see more.”

“Please!” Miguel all but shouts.

You giggle as you run to get it out the of box. Miguel’s anticipating the show as he listens to you throwing things across the room.

When you get your phone high in the sky to pan over your body, it takes everything within Miguel to not start howling. Your legs were glowing, thighs full and ready for him to grip and bite. Your shorts were squeezing your hips. Most importantly, his sweater was stretching across your chest.

“God, I wish I was there,” Miguel groaned, rearranging his pants. His excitement was making his clothes feel uncomfortable.

“Me too,” you say, panning the camera back to your face. “I want my muscle bear.”

“Yeah?” Miguel asked, smiling at the screen. He loved it when you called him that.

“Mm hm,” you reply, picking at a loose thread. “I told my mom about us. She was getting worried and said I was walking around the house like a ghost. She’s excited to meet you.”

Miguel sat up straight, heart dropping. That was a stark difference from his mom.

“That’s great! When does she want to meet? I need to get her a gift. Is she still looking for that travel bag set? Or do you think she would prefer a meal?”

“Miguel-”

“I can ask my Abuela to help me make something. Does she have a favorite restaurant? Should I wear a suit? Business casual, maybe.”

“Mig-”

“I need to get her some flowers too. Does she have a favorite flower? Oh my gosh. Is she allergic?”

“Miguel!” you speak up, laughing at his state. “Calm down. It won’t happen until like, next month. You have enough time to prepare.”

“Baby, don’t laugh! This is important. I have to make a good impression,” Miguel pouts.

“And you will! I’ve already told her so much about you.”

He actively gulps, “Even the party?”

“Ok, that didn’t go over too well. She ran her mouth to my dad about that. But! She doesn’t blame you,” you say, calming tone.

“She hates me. Your dad hates me. How am I going to win them over?” he says, dramatically bopping his head against the wall.

“Miguel,” you sigh. He just groans out shaking his head from side to side. “Baby, look at me.”

The cursed baby card had Miguel at attention.

“You’re sweet. You’re handsome. You’re intelligent. And you’re charming. I promise you, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” you say, reassuring him.

Miguel nods slowly.

“You think I’m handsome?” smile creeping back.

“Oh my god. Is that all you got from that?”

“No! But you called me handsome, so I have to lock that away.”

“You also have himbo tendencies,” you respond.

“All the better to fawn over you with, cariño.”

GymRat!Miguel who curses when the pictures of you in his sweater come in shortly after you in the call. One of them is you on your stomach with the ‘O’Hara’ on full display with your underwear and ass peaking out.

He sets it as one of his wallpapers in record speed.

“How do you expect me to NOT be a himbo?”

“Feral”

“Oh my god. 😭”

GymRat!Miguel who does his same pick up and spin you around number when he sees you a couple of weeks later. You were glowing and giggly.

GymRat!Miguel who casually greets the people in the dorm lobby as he carries you to your dorm room. You didn’t even fight him, as he was always adamant with PDA. You just put your head in his neck and didn’t look up until you were at your door.

You saw the red face of one of the girls living on your hall as Miguel kissed your neck. You quickly averted your gaze, squirming so he could hurry up and open the door. Miguel just assumed you were hungry for more and took even longer to open the door.

“Mig-” you say, cut off as he groans into your skin. “The door, please.”

Your legs wrap around him tighter as he turns to where you were just looking.

“Sorry about that! Got a little excited,” he says to the girl with a wink. She turns even darker and it looks as if steam is about to escape her head as she scurries down the hallway.

“Rude.”

“Miguel!”

“What? She could have said something instead of just watching us.”

“Just please. Open the door, you goof.”

“Yes ma’am!”

GymRat!Miguel who is ecstatic that Jess won’t be there until tomorrow afternoon. He lays you out on your bed and hovers over you.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he says and drops his body on yours. You let out an ‘oof’ relishing in his dead weight.

“I missed you too, Miggy,” you say, patting his head. “Enough to be on my bed with outside clothes on.”

Miguel looks at you, sheepish. “I’ll help you wash them. And pay for it.”

“Yeah you will. But for now,” you pull him close and bring his lips to yours. “Let’s enjoy this.”

He loses track of time and kisses you until your stomach growls for dinner.

GymRat!Miguel who goes all out for Valentine’s Day. He opted to buy you one of the Valentine’s Day packages that the school offers, figuring that it wouldn’t hurt.

He sets up a small breakfast for you and Jess for Galentine’s as a gift for having his back. He had MJ deliver it to you, as he still had class that morning.

He sent you a photo later after his workout, one of your paper kisses on his cheek as he stood in the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist.

You almost screamed in the middle of your studio class.

To end the day, the two of you did a couple challenge in Target. Once back in his car, you both gave each other gifts.

You almost cry when his “something that reminds me of you” gift is in fact not something from Target. It’s a cute bunny necklace inside of a handmade box.

“Miguel! This is so beautiful,” you say, in awe at everything.

He puts the necklace on for you, “A bunny for my baby.”

You devour him with kisses in the Target parking lot.

GymRat!Miguel who’s sweating bullets when your mom comes to visit later that month. He woke up with his stomach rocking. He couldn’t even look Peter in the eye as he stepped out of the bathroom, apologizing profusely.

“Dude, you might not make it out of here if you don’t calm down,” Peter says while lighting a candle he definitely wasn’t supposed to have in the dorms.

“I know, I know. It’s like my body can sense the bad vibes from my brain,” Miguel says, gathering everything for today’s lunch. “I haven’t even eaten anything today.”

“Cheer up, O’Hara,” Peter says as he pats his back. “At least you’re not meeting her parents’ eyes while you’re humping their daughter in their guest bathroom!”

“Jesus, Parker.”

GymRat!Miguel who laughs when he sees Gabriel’s texts. He’s sitting in the parking lot of the meeting location an hour and a half early.

“Ik your ass has the bubble guts”

“Remember to breathe”

“And that the dinner with our mom might be waaaay worse”

“Like”

“Miles worse”

“Thanks for the words Gabri”

“Real touching”

“So you’re saying I should become a motivational speaker?”

“Got it”

“Not quite!”

GymRat!Miguel who runs open the restaurant door when sees you from the waiting area. He’s so freaking nervous.

“Hello!” he says, holding the door for you both. Your mom gives him a quick thank you as you all step inside.

“I remember you saying he was tall, but I didn’t know he was this tall!” your mom says to you as she holds Miguel’s arms.

You introduce them, “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Miguel O’Hara. Miguel, this is my mom.”

Miguel almost sputters as you casually call him your boyfriend.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” Miguel says, handing her a gift bag and you both a bouquet of flowers. “I have heard so much about you.”

“Likewise,” your mother says, shocked at the gifts. “And what a gentleman. You didn’t have to get me these!”

“Please,” Miguel says. “I needed to get something for the woman who brought such a gift to this world for me.”

If Miguel still wasn’t so nervous, he’d chuckle at the twin surprised looks you and your mom were sporting.

GymRat!Miguel who hits it off with your mom quite well. He’s a bit shaky at first, stuttering over simple phrases when the conversations were first starting. You put a hand on his thigh, rubbing your thumb to bring him reassurance. From then on, he just let go.

He’s able to chat about everything she brings up. Even the obscure TV show that she loves to watch. You’re highly impressed with how good he’s doing.

He even apologizes smoothly when the sorority party is brought up. Your mom reaches across the table to hold his hand and tells him that she is proud of him for owning up to his mistakes and taking a stand.

She heads to your car first, giving you two some private time.

“You think that went ok?” Miguel asked, finally relaxing his shoulders.

“I think that it went swimmingly. I also think that I want to kiss you.”

Miguel turns to you, blush high on his cheeks and neck as you walk your fingers up his thigh. You give him a peck on the cheek and say you have to drive your mom back to her car.

Miguel walks you out and waves you all goodbye as you leave the parking lot.

“He is such a handsome young man! Charming, too,” your mom finally says.

“I know!” he was never going to shut up about that once you told him. “What else do you think about him?”

“I think he’s great for you. He’s very smart. Respectful. He’s clearly infatuated with you. He couldn’t stop looking at you.”

You avoid your mom’s gaze as she teases you.

“He was lovely, truly. He has my approval. Now, it’s your father he has to really impress,” she says with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes, not even ready for that storm.

“As long as he doesn’t break your heart, he has nothing to worry about from me. Your father? One bad day and you might not see Miguel ever again.”

You just tapped your finger on the wheel and pursed your lips, mind lingering near the future.

GymRat!Miguel who talks to you about coming to his house after the semester is over. The midterms were soon but so was spring break. He had to let you know sooner rather than later that his family was going all out with trying to meet you.

“A dinner?” you say incredulously as you look up from your sandwich. “Like at a restaurant or at home?”

“Like a full blown dinner party at my bio dad’s house.”

“That’s,” you say taking a pause as the words settle. “A lot.”

Miguel felt like shit.

“I know. Look, I can tell them to cancel the whole thing. They can see you whenever,” Miguel says, sliding his foot next to yours under the table.

“No. If attending this is how I can make a good impression, then I’m more than willing to attend. I just need to prepare. Starting right now.”

Miguel smiled, “And I’ll be there with you for every step of the way.”

Miguel sat with you and helped you break down every relative that he knew was coming.

Gabriel

You knew him already

Easy to please

Annoying (according to Miguel)

Likes you a little too much (also according to Miguel)

Wants to steal you from him

“Miguel, I don’t think he’d do that. He has a girlfriend,” you say, still writing down notes.

“Baby, I know my brother. He might have a girlfriend but that doesn’t stop him from being Denis the Menace,” Miguel huffs out.

Tyler

His biological dad

A little aloof, but means well

Gifts money like it’s nothing

Might still be a little in love his mom

Will give you a bear hug, unaware of how large he is

“Kind of like you, babe,” you comment.

“But I’m doing way more than hugging you, babe.”

“And he’s in love with your mom?”

“It’s a long story.”

Nancy

Tyler’s wife

Definitely married Tyler for the money but eventually found love with him

Owns a Pomeranian named Lala

A bottle blonde turned housewife

Wanted to actually be on a housewife show until she secretly went to Bravo-con and saw how stuck up all of the housewives were

“I feel like that was pretty obvious, but alright.”

“She’s still not the brightest, but she’s nice.”

Kron

A dickhead

Miguel’s half brother

Tyler and Nancy’s only child after Nancy never wanted to go through the pain of childbirth again. And she didn’t want anymore changes to her body.

A year older than Miguel

A dickhead

“Should I have to stay clear of him?”

“No because if he tries something with you, I will handle him myself.”

George

The dad Miguel grew up with his entire life

Where Miguel gets his hopeless romantic tendencies from

Really likes soccer, wanted one of his sons to be a soccer player but got two nerds instead

Met his mom before she knew she was pregnant with him and charmed his way into her life. He didn’t know that Miguel wasn’t his until he was born and Tyler barged his way into the room when he was originally visiting someone else. He saw Conchata’s name on a baby sign and came in crying.

He still stayed with his mom because he loved her but he made Tyler sweat for ever leaving his mom like he once did: lost

“Your dad punched him?” you ask, stopping your writing.

“Yeah. My mom says it wasn’t pretty. Tyler learned a valuable lesson that day because Nancy came in and slapped him once she figured out what went down. He’s never denied Nancy or my mom a material thing since.”

Conchata

Hard on Miguel but dotes on him a lot now

The reason for a lot of Miguel’s self doubt

Wanted Miguel to be a doctor but has settled with science

Blasts music on Sunday mornings while she cleans, therefore waking the entire house

Will actually give you trouble (hence the conversation from two months ago)

“Did she give Dana any trouble?” you recall Gabriel’s girlfriend. “Is there anything that I need to not do specifically?”

Miguel tilts his eyes up, “Now that you mention it, I feel like she welcomed Dana with open arms. That might be more of a little brother privilege than anything else, though.”

You bit your lip, “That’s not good then. I don’t want her to think awful of me or our relationship.”

“She won’t. She just needs time to process.”

“That makes it sound like I’m stealing you from her.”

Oof.

Abuela

Already eager to meet you

Miguel’s world

Taught Miguel how to do certain meals and crafts as he was almost always at her house

Thinks you’re gorgeous

“She said that I’m gorgeous?” you ask, shocked.

“And talented,” Miguel hums. “And brave. Lots of compliments.”

“Oh!”

GymRat!Miguel who stays pent up all of spring break. He was supposed to be enjoying his days off but instead he’s replaying your whiny voice messages and watching videos of you in his clothes. He doesn’t know how much more he could take.

He looked down at his state. Tissues, lube, ragged sheets, your polaroids, his phone. You were driving him crazy.

GymRat!Miguel who almost sprints around campus when his last final is finished. He’s free! For a couple of months at least. To celebrate, he and Peter are having a small get-together in their dorm room with lots of pizza, wings, jello shots, cake, and games.

GymRat!Miguel who cries like a baby at Gabriel’s high school graduation. His baby, who he raised and cared for, practically birthed, is growing up!

George makes sure to get a wobbly video of Gabriel dancing across the stage and Miguel with snot dripping down his face as he hollers.

“What to do with these two?” George sighed as he wrapped his arm around Conchata.

GymRat!Miguel who tussles with Gabriel later that week after he finds out that he sent that video to you. Their dad has to come break up their play fight.

GymRat!Miguel who isn’t surprised that Tyler managed to pay for all of your transportation and stay ahead of the dreaded Stone-O’Hara dinner.

Miguel picks you up from the fancy hotel and thinks that his dad went overboard.

You're waiting in the lobby when he sees you, stunning as ever.

“Wow,” Miguel says, stunned to stillness as he takes you in, unbeknown of his presence. Your dress is flattering you in every way. His goes from your legs, to your heels, to the necklace he got you for Valentine’s Day adorning your chest.

“Baby, you look amazing,” he says, finally coming up to you.

You look up at him with those deer eyes again.

“You think so? It’s not too much, is it?”

“Not at all,” he says grabbing your purse and helping you to your feet. “So beautiful, cariño.”

You duck a bit, bashful from his gaze. Miguel leans your head back up, stealing a kiss from your lips.

“If we weren’t expected, I’d take you back up to the room,” Miguel whispers.

You ball your hands on his chest and look around nervously.

“I might have to take you up on that offer tonight,” you whisper back, heart rattling.

It was Miguel’s turn to feel shy. He walked close behind you as you both made your way to his car, mind racing of the things you both could get up to.

GymRat!Miguel who thinks your reaction is adorable when you see just how huge the Stone property is. You can’t believe that one man owns all of this land. Miguel tells you that this is, unfortunately, just the beginning.

GymRat!Miguel who almost knocks Gabriel down. He’s gawking at you like an idiot when he opens the door to Stone Manor.

“Woah,” Gabriel says, mouth gaping like a fish.

“Hello to you too, Gabriel. It’s nice to meet you in person,” you say with a cute curtsy.

Gabriel continues to flounder, mouth opening and closing like that cat meme.

“Will you at least let her in, you idiot?” Miguel barks.

“Sorry! So sorry,” Gabriel says and opens the door further. “That’s really embarrassing. You’re supposed to see my charm and fall madly in love with me.”

Miguel is about to seriously hurt him when Dana comes around the corner and does the job for him.

“Who’s falling in love with who?” she says, elbowing Gabriel in the stomach.

“Nobody and no one!” Gabriel keels over in pain.

“Thank you, Dana. You could probably hit him again for me,” Miguel says. “I want you to meet my girlfriend.”

“It’s a pleasure! The boys have told me a lot about you. I hope that you enjoy tonight’s dinner,” Dana says, reaching her hand out to you.

“Gabriel has said a lot about you as well. He didn’t say how cute you are though!”

Dana blushes instantly and holds her hand over her mouth as she giggles.

“Of course he couldn’t. He was too busy trying to win you over. I might have to beat them both to the punch though,” Dana replies.

Miguel and Gabriel just make the same irritated noise.

GymRat!Miguel who hold your hand as the four of you walk into the dining room. You’re gripping his hand tight as you take everything in.

It was so grand. Like a hotel. The ceiling fixture was huge and intricate. The color scheme was muted with pops of bright white.

It was…a lot.

“There she is! The lady of the hour,” you see a man even taller than Miguel say. He has brightly gray hair that’s styled intricately so. He’s grinning bright as he comes towards you with his arms wide.

He indeed goes for something like a bear hug, just like Miguel said. Except, Miguel is there to steady you when Tyler collides with you a bit too hard.

“I’m so sorry, I’m just so excited to meet you! I’ve heard so much through the grapevine and I remember your emails like they were yesterday! Please, Please! Have a seat.”

“Not before she greets everyone, Ty-Ty!” you hear a shrill voice from behind him. “Sorry about him. He’s like a golden retriever. My name is Mrs. Stone but you can call me Nancy!”

You shake her hand and exchange pleasantries. She snaps her hand behind her with a beckoning motion.

“This is our son, Kron!”

You look up to see a man with platinum blonde hair and a scowl aimed towards his mom that could rival Miguel’s.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you say, holding your hand out.

Kron eyes your body in a way that makes a horrible feeling go down your spine. His eyes plant themselves a bit too long on your chest before he decides to return the greeting.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he says, with a voice that assume was supposed to be smooth. Yuck.

Miguel quickly wraps his hands around your shoulders, “Let’s go meet my other parents.” He turns his mouth up at Kron as he moves you past him. If Tyler or Nancy weren’t there he’d buck at him.

“Mom, Dad, Abuela, this is my girlfriend,” Miguel says with a hand on the small of your back.

“Tan bonitia!” his Abuela cries and walks fast to take your hand into hers. “Eres tan bonita! Miguel! Where did you find such a doll?”

You giggle at her words, bashful at the attention.

“Thank you so much, ma’am. You are extremely beautiful yourself.”

“Oh, a sweet one too! Call me Abuela, yes? ¡Eres un ángel!” she says cradling your face to get a good look at you.

“Gracias, Abuela,” you say, a little softer. Miguel thinks he’s falling in love if he hasn’t already admitted it.

“Come, come! Meet my daughter and son-in-law!”

“This is George!”

“Lovely to meet you, Mr. O’Hara,” you say, looking into his eyes with a smile.

“A pleasure to meet you! My son has been in high spirits these past couple of months. And truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for what you did for him. He’s so stubborn, like his pa. He wouldn’t have budged!”

You chuckle at his comments about that O’Hara stubbornness, “It was no effort on my part, Mr. O’Hara. I wasn’t going to let something like that slide.”

You briefly turn to Miguel, trying to find a safety net under all this attention. You were happy to see that he was staring right back at you.

George then stepped to the side and brought Conchata forward, “Speaking of effort, I’d love for you to meet my wife.”

Here was the big one. The one you felt in your heart and soul was the woman of the night to please, the final boss.

“Mrs. O’Hara, what an honor it is to meet you. Miguel has told me countless stories about you. I’m happy to finally meet you face to face, and not just through words,” you say, holding your hand the highest it has been all night.

You could hear a pin drop with how quiet it was.

You panicked, thinking maybe you said something wrong. You’re about to pull your hand back until she finally reaches out and shakes your hand.

“Yes. You are the one that my son took forever to introduce me to. I’m happy that you made it here tonight. I do hope that you enjoy it,” she says. Her voice was calculating and a little cold.

You didn’t know how to take that so you just smiled and hoped that this was how she acted when she first met new people.

You heard the clinking of a fork against a glass.

“Gather around everyone,” Nancy said. “Dinner is about to be served!”

You all go to your seats. You smile at Miguel as he pulls your seat out and helps you sit at the table. He sits next to you and rubs your thigh, just as you did to him months ago.

Gabriel and Dana are sitting in front of you and Miguel. George and Conchata are to Dana's left as Tyler and Nancy are to your left. Kron has somehow placed himself near the head of the table near the parents, while Abuela is seated at the opposite end near the O'Hara brothers.

Nancy calls your name with glee, "I hope you came hungry because tonight we're doing a six-course meal."

You raise your eyebrows. You didn't know that this was the route they were going to take and from Miguel's face, he didn't know either.

There is an array of what you assume to be butlers and servers to come out, each holding a dish. There's even a chef who comes out with a smug look on his face.

"The theme for tonight is 'Everlasting Love.'"

You watch as Gabriel gives Dana a quick side eye and they communicate a silent conversation within just a few seconds. If you were to guess, it would be something along the lines of "is this serious?" and "as a heart attack."

"The first course is roasted artichoke hearts with a feta dressing drizzle. It represents the budding of a fresh relationship. I do hope you enjoy," he says walking away as the waiters lifted the cloches from the plates.

Below were the tiniest little artichoke hearts you've seen in your life.

As you were grabbing your utensils to begin eating, you could see Gabriel fighting for his life not to let out a laugh, shoulders twitching. Miguel just sighed as he put an entire heart in his mouth.

"So," you hear Tyler start up a conversation. "I hear that you are an art major. I would love to see some of your work. We do need a new painting for the entrance hall."

You wait until you swallow before you answer back, "I would love to create a piece for you! I'm sure you would want to see my work first, but whatever you want, I'm sure I can provide it."

"That's exciting! I'm so tired of seeing that boring white horse everyday. Right, Ty-Ty?" Nancy whines a bit as she leans close to Tyler.

"My wife is right. I'm sure your work will liven up the place!"

"I took that picture of the horse," Kron looked at his parents with a frown on his face.

"Oh, I wouldn't want you all to take that down. I'm sure it's very valuable," you say, trying your best not to upset anyone.

"Nonsense! We can always put the horse somewhere else," Tyler says, patting his son on the shoulder. "There's no need to frown son."

"You don't even know what her art looks like. It could be awful for all we know," Kron mumbles.

Rude.

Miguel's about to open his mouth but you quickly respond, "I would be happy to show it to you. If you don't mind, I can pull up my website right now."

So, you did. There are gasps, oos, ahs, and oh mys as your phone makes its way around the table. Kron's face cracks especially when he sees your work. He gets a little red in the face as he squeezes a compliment out.

By the time the next two courses come out, (an oddly pink soup based on the pool of memories that we store in our hearts and a market salad with cranberries and almonds to represent the start of young love) you've managed to impress the Stones, George, and Abuela plenty more times, shut Kron up four more times, and get an eerie stare from Conchata several times.

She hadn't really said a word since you shook her hand.

You all were enjoying a small palate cleanser of sparkling grapefruit juice to represent the sparks of love at first sight when she finally decides to speak up.

"Where did you get that dress?"

She had your full attention, "Oh! My mom lent it to me. She said it would be perfect for a special occasion."

"Your mom?" Conchata looked concerned. "She didn't think it was a bit inappropriate for dinner?"

You look down at your dress. Your cleavage was on display. You knew it was too much.

"I-I guess it is a bit too exposing," you say, conscience over every rise and fall of your chest she could probably see from her side of the table. You didn't bring a shawl with you either. You couldn't hide it.

"I mean, look at Dana. A long, non-revealing gown," she pans to Dana with a warm smile.

You did look to Dana who looked up, bug-eyed and confused. She looked back and forth across the table, a little incredulous.

"Ma, Dana's entire back is exposed," Gabriel said matter-of-factly as Dana turned her body a bit to show the criss-cross detailing of the string pulling the dress together.

"Sure, but, we can't see it here at this table."

"Conchata, dear, what is this about?" Nancy reaches her hand across the table, concerned.

"This isn't about anything! I'm just making conversation like everyone else here," she responds.

She's about to open her mouth again when her mom bites out a sharp "Conchata!" from the end of the table.

Luckily, the tension is broken by the chef bringing out the fourth course: a rare filet mignon to represent how our hearts bleed as they yearn for love.

How fitting.

You chewed your food in silence, controlling every movement that you could because now you felt that the entire table was ogling your chest.

It wasn't until the second palate cleanser, a red sorbet, came out that you saw that Kron's eyes never left you or your body. You felt sick.

You excused yourself and briskly walked to the bathroom.

You closed the door and took a deep breath. You looked over your appearance again. Was it really too much?

You washed your hands and took a few deep breaths. You were here to meet Miguel's family and make a good impression. Even, if his mom seemed to hate you, you were still gaining the hearts of everyone else. You're doing this for Miguel. Keep it together.

After a short pep talk, you straighten out your dress and your back, wanting to walk back into the room with your head held high.

What you don't expect is to be met with Kron as soon as you open the door.

"I'm sorry, did you need to use the restroom?" you ask, thinking that you were in there too long.

"No, but I was hoping to speak with you," he says, staring you down. "I apologize for my reaction earlier. Your art really is nice."

"Thank you," you say, trying to discreetly step from the door. He really did give you the ick. "I'm sorry that your parents are trying to take your art down. That was never my intention."

"No harm, no foul," he said. "What is confusing is how a pretty little thing like you ended up in Miguel's bed and not mine?"

"Excuse me?" you asked, a dirty look planted on your face.

"I'm not speaking another language, baby. You should dump him and get with the winning team. You'd make a great trophy wife."

"Look, Kron. Chronic. Megatron. Whatever," you say, trying to get away from him as he leaned closer. "I'd really appreciate it if you left me alone. I'm just trying to get back to dinner."

"The one person who you want to notice you is not impressed," he says with a snicker on his lips. "My parents seem to already enjoy you. You could drop this whole gig and be with me. Seriously."

GymRat!Miguel who storms over to where you went with a quickness. You were gone way too long and Kron was nowhere to be found.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Miguel asked with a bass in his voice.

"Great. Now the bear has been poked," Kron says to you. "We're not doing anything, Miguel. Calm down."

"You are doing something because why are you that close to my girlfriend?"

"Is she your girlfriend? Because I'm real close to getting a taste of that-"

Miguel grabs Kron up by his collar so quickly, you almost miss his movement, "You wanna finish that sentence?"

"Hey. Hey!" you whisper-shout, trying not to get the attention of everyone else. "Can we please just make it through this dinner? You two can do whatever you want afterwards. Please."

Miguel lets Kron go who sports a smirk across his face as he heads back towards the dining room.

"Thanks, dollface," he says, shooting you a wink.

Miguel only tightens his fist as he watches him walk away, "I should have hit him."

"Later, baby, please."

GymRat!Miguel who is significantly calmed down by the time you both make it back to the table. You let him breathe you in for a minute or two and it was like the bad energy was drained out of him.

The last two courses were a dessert and a specialty tea. The chef offered them both up at the same time, claiming that they complement each other like two parties in a couple.

You sipped your tea gingerly, happy to have made it to what you hope is the end of a long night.

The dessert in front of you looks delicious. It's in such a cute cherry shape, and it takes everything within you not to take your phone out to snap a picture.

You're about to dig in until you hear Conchata clear her throat.

"Are you sure you don't want to save that until tomorrow? I wouldn't want you to be bloated or anything," she asks hurriedly.

Oh.

So that's what this is about. All the remarks, the stares, the comments. They weren't about your character, your words, or even how you treat Miguel. It was all because of your appearance.

She thought you weren't good enough for her son because of your appearance.

You put the fork down, defeated. Conchata won the night.

Your throat burned as you bit back tears of shame and embarrassment.

"Mom, are you serious right now?" Miguel spoke up, voice cold as ever.

"Miguel don't talk to me like that! I'm your mother."

"A mom that's kinda being a bitch right now," Kron mutters under his breath.

You would agree, but it wasn't your place to make that comment.

Miguel lets that be known as he gets up and socks Kron right across the face.

The entire table is up in a flash, trying to get Miguel off of him.

Tyler is finally able to pull Miguel up after a few minutes. He's heaving, face the angriest you've ever seen it.

He yanks his body from Tyler's and opens his mouth, "This sorry excuse of a party to gang up on my girlfriend is over. I'm sick of it."

"Ma, you really said some horrible things tonight. I've tried for years to remain respectful towards you, but tonight you've really pushed it, and hurt someone that I love."

Love? Your eyes went wide and your heartbeat started to ring even louder in your ears.

"Kron, I've been sick of your bullshit for god know's how long. Biting off of me and my accomplishments is one thing, but cornering and harassing my girlfriend that I chose to bring around you is another. If you ever try that shit again, our poor dad isn't going to be able to get me off of you. You will never be me. Get over it."

"And finally, it seems that only a select few of you can stand up to the consuming fire that is Conchata O'Hara. I love my girlfriend for who she is first and foremost. She was the light that came into my life. You think I'm going to let something as minuscule as her body stop me from loving her? You should be ashamed, ma."

Miguel moves quickly as he shoves two plates in one of the butler's hands and tells him to pack it to go. He then turns to his grandma at the end of the table who didn’t even budge when Miguel snapped.

"Lo siento, Abuela," he whispers to her, truly upset that he let this get this far.

His grandma just gave him a long kiss on the cheek and whispered something in his ear.

"C'mon. We're leaving," Miguel holds your hand as he gets ready to guide you towards the entrance.

You bow to everyone, "I'm sorry about all of this." You're pulled by Miguel who wants to get out of the suffocating manor quick.

What a horrible first impression.

GymRat!Miguel who is silent on the car ride back to your hotel room. He's partially still calming down and partially listening for you to say anything. Your head hasn't turned from the window. He just places his hand in yours, hoping that he can get the message across that he was here for you.

GymRat!Miguel who doesn't see you crack until you're up in the hotel room, the lights are dimmed, and your heels are off. He's quick to wrap his arms around you as you sob. Your cries becoming louder and louder. His heart breaks at every shaky breath that you take.

"I know, I know. I got you, baby," he says, rocking with you, in hopes that you could just breathe.

GymRat!Miguel who helps you unzip your dress, offering to wash your body. You tell him no and that you need that little quiet time to yourself to think. He understands.

He still paces the room while you're in the shower, thinking about the things he should have done to prevent this.

GymRat!Miguel who feeds you bites of the leftover dessert, still wanting you to enjoy something from tonight. You hum in between bites, sniffling a bit along the way. Even in this state, you were most precious to him.

GymRat!Miguel who kisses away your tears as you let out your insecurities. He reassures you that you're perfect. Body, mind, and soul.

"I love you," he says looking at you deeply. "Honestly, I feel like I've loved you since our group project. I loved you since our smoothie date. I've loved you since carrying your art supplies. I've loved you since listening to you rant about animatronic rats. Since you opened your dorm door pissed off at me. Since our coffee dates. Since our library dates. Since I first saw you with your matching outfits."

You still couldn't believe it.

"You love me?" you say, still trying to comprehend.

"Te amo, mi amor. Deeply and truly."

GymRat!Miguel who keeps you in his arms the entire night, kissing you to oblivion. You're both staring at each other. A faint moonlight peaking through the curtains.

"I love you too, Miguel," you say, words drifting into the night.

It's all Miguel needs to kiss you to sleep.

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₊˚⊹♡ — Love Letter #1: UNDER THE STARS

Fearturing — Cowboy!Miguel x Farmer’s!daughter!reader

Lyrics — After discovering you’ve never had a “real” Valentine’s Day Miguel makes it his mission to make the day special for you. When you see the thoughtful setup he’s planned and how much effort he put in, you thank him in a way he wasn’t expecting.

Duration —3.8-4.0k

Music Advisory — Fluff, Smut [mature audiences only], country!au, takes place on Valentine’s Day, implied situationship, kissing, oral (blowjob/handjob) [m!receiving], implied p in v, allusions to sex, slight face-fucking, semi-public sex, implied exhibition kink [if you squint]

Words From Artist — This is my first fic for my Valentine’s Day event and I’m so glad I’m finally posting it because it took me a while to finish. I’m working on other fics for this dynamic but I really wanted to make something for the season of love. Always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!

₊˚⊹♡ — If you would like to read more of the Cowboy!Miguel and Farmer’s!daughter!reader click here!

Current Platforms — Valentines Day Event M.list • Main M.list • Special Events Taglist

The sun has just dipped below the horizon, leaving a constellation of stars hanging above the wide, open sky. The night is quiet except for the sound of cicadas in the distance and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. It’s the kind of peaceful evening that makes everything feel right with the world.

But somehow tonight feels different. You can feel the shift in the atmosphere, a knot tying in your stomach, a tinge of unplaced excitement, and a strange feeling you can’t shake. Maybe the reason is because it’s Valentine’s Day and love is in the air, or maybe it’s the way your thoughts have been lingering on Miguel all week.

Miguel isn’t one for holidays, at least not the popular ones that everyone adores. Flowers, chocolates, fancy dinners, all those things never really mattered to him since he’s considers himself a simple man. But when you told him that you’ve never really had a proper Valentine’s Day, the kind with the romantic gestures and filled with the classic clichés, his heart ached. To him you deserve that, you deserve all the sweetness in the world even though he’s not great with grand gestures or romantic words, so once he’s done working around the farm he starts planning a simple yet special night for the two of you.

He spent the last few hours preparing, scouting out the perfect spot on the acres of land and after searching he found a hill just far enough from the ranch. The place was perfect, the stars would be bright, the cool air would breeze through, and it’s in a secluded area so you both can have your privacy. It’s not much, but it’s his way of showing you that you mean something to him.

Now, with his horse saddled and ready, Miguel is making his way to you. The rhythm of the horse’s steps matches the pounding of his heart as he thinks about how he’s going to approach you and what he’s going to say. He’s never been the type of man that gets nervous but when it comes to you and romantic situations like this everything feels different.

As he reaches your house, he finds you outside, sitting on the porch steps while your attention is focused on your phone, your face illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light that’s shining above you. When you hear the sounds of a horse trotting you look up, surprised to see him since you thought he already went home for the day. “Miguel?” you ask, raising an eyebrow while standing up and placing your phone in your pocket. “What are you doing here?”

He smirks, trying to keep his cool, but there’s an edge of nervousness in his voice that he can’t hide from you and you most definitely take notice of it. “C’mon, cariño. Got somethin’ to show you.”

“What is it?”

Miguel extends his hand to you, giving you a small smile. “You’ll see,” he says, trying to sound casual even though his heart feels like it’s about to beat out your chest. “Get on.” he gestures his head to the horse, wanting you to ride with him instead of taking your own horse like when you two usually go out together.

You instantly agree and allow him to whisk you away, grabbing his hand and swinging yourself onto the horse before wrapping your arms around his torso. The night air feels cool against your skin, and the rhythmic sound of the horse’s hooves hitting the dirt path fills the silence between you and Miguel and allows your rampant thoughts to roam your mind, wondering where Miguel could be taking you.

After almost twenty minutes of making small talk and sitting in a comfortable silence when neither of you could find the words to say, you finally make it to your destination. Miguel stops the horse, swinging his leg over and allowing his feet to hit the ground. “We’re here.” He helps you down, his hands firm on your waist as he slowly lowers you to your feet.

The warmth of his touch lingers even after he pulls away, and you can’t help but smile as he takes your hand, leading you toward whatever surprise he’s prepared. Within a few seconds you start seeing items spread out on the ground and once you're able to get a closer look at what Miguel set up, causing a soft gasp to leave your lips.

You see a large quilt covering the ground to act as a place for you and Miguel to sit, there’s a basket filled with your favorite snacks and drinks, including some moonshine that you enjoyed the last time you and him went to a dive bar. He knows how much you liked the sweet burn of it, the way it made you giggle and feel carefree, so he made sure to bring some for you both to enjoy, and so he could tease you once you start feeling the effects.

There’s a small lantern placed nearby that he brought from the barn, providing ample amounts of light to shine around you two so you can see since it’s dark in the countryside. But what makes your heart flutter is the bouquet of flowers resting beside the basket, the same ones you pointed out to him a few days ago when you were in the city and told him it was a beautiful arrangement.

You walk over to the quilt, running your hand over the soft material, your voice soft with appreciation as you soak in the scenery. “Miguel, this is beautiful.” You weren’t expecting anything tonight, especially not from him. You had convinced yourself that Valentine’s Day wasn’t something you needed to care about, that it wasn’t worth the trouble when you and Miguel weren’t even official yet.

You two have been dancing around whatever this was for months so neither of you had put a name to it but now, standing here, looking at everything he’s put together just for you, makes a warmth fill your chest.

“You said you never had a real Valentine’s Day, so… I figured I could make it happen.” As Miguel speaks he shifts his weight while crossing his arms, sort of downplaying the effort he put in. It’s something about the way he says it, like it’s just a simple fact, like he hadn’t spent hours preparing and planning, like he hadn’t gone out of his way to gather all your favorite things and create the perfect atmosphere.

When you hear the nervousness in his voice, and notice how he’s trying his best to keep a steady tone, it makes you realize that this is his way of saying he cares. Miguel is a very calculated man, he has his own way of dealing with his feelings, confronting situations, and sometimes he has his walls up so seeing him do something sweet like this makes you feel special.

You turn to face him, and the look in your eyes softens. You smile at him, the same smile that makes his heart skip and his stomach twist in ways he still isn’t used to because it shows how deep his feelings are for you. Without saying a word, you close the space between you, reaching up and placing your hand on his face and pulling him down to your height.

He stiffens for a second, his breath hitching while his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, and then you press a soft kiss to his lips. It’s not rushed or desperate. The kiss is slow, lingering, like you’re savoring the moment, like you want to physically show him how much this display of affection means to you. Miguel instantly melts into it and your bodies come together, his rough hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you in so he can feel the warmth of your body against his.

When you pull away, your fingers trace absentmindedly along his jaw, loving how he makes you feel and that he’s slowly seeping into your heart. “You’ve made this the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him into a hug, wanting him to know how much you appreciate the effort to make today special for you. “Thank you, Mig.”

Miguel exhales a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, his arms instinctively tightening around you as he buries his face into your hair. Your warmth, your scent, the way you just fit perfectly against him, it all makes his chest tighten in a way he doesn't quite know how to handle. He never thought much about Valentine's Day before, never cared for it or celebrated, but standing here, holding you, feeling your love radiating off of you, he realizes that maybe it's not about the holiday itself. Maybe it's about who you spend it with.

"You don't gotta thank me, cariño." he murmurs, voice low and husky as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, making your body instantly quiver. "Just wanted to do somethin' nice for you."

You smile against his chest, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing lightly over his warm skin. "Well, I still think you deserve a thank you." Miguel looked so sexy tonight, he’s wearing a worn denim shirt with his sleeves rolled up which shows his muscles, a pair of dark jeans, his favorite cowboy boots, and of course his signature cowboy hat. With how attractive he looks and all the feelings that are coursing through your veins you want to express your appreciation to him in a physical sense.

Miguel pulls back just enough to look at you, raising an eyebrow at the teasing glint that’s shimmering in your eyes. He doesn't miss the way your fingers linger against his stomach, nails lightly scratching against his abs, a gentle touch that’s creating a slow heat to emerge in his groin. "That so?" He’s surprised that this is what you meant by ‘thanking him’ but he doesn’t mind one bit, he loves seeing you on your knees for him so he knows he’s about to enjoy what comes next.

"Mhm." You tilt your head up at him, your voice gentle yet playful as you lead him towards where the quilt lies on the ground. "And I think I know exactly how to show you just how much I appreciate all this..." Once he’s where you want him your hands move to his jeans, unbuckling his leather belt and unzipping his pants, a small smirk spreading across your lips when you see the outline of his hardened cock that’s ready to be released.

When your hands slip inside his pants, pulling his boxers down just enough for his heavy cock to spring free, sends a shiver through him from both your touch and the cool breeze flowing by. Miguel’s eyes are solely focused on you, watching you get on your knees and toss your hair over one shoulder, before spitting on his cock, using your palm and spreading it on his shaft and slowly stroking his length. For him, you have to use both hands. Since his cock is so large and thick you need both to make sure there’s full coverage and no part of him is neglected.

“Fuck, cariño.” He mutters, his hands resting on the back of his head to keep them occupied, feeling his cock pulse as you strategically maneuver your hands on his shaft. He loves when you give him head, there’s something special about the way you tend to him, it’s delicate, thrilling, and sensual. No other woman can make his body react the way you do and that alone makes him want to spray you his seed down your pretty little throat.

“You want me to suck it, cowboy?” It sounds like a rhetorical question but you’re truly looking for an answer despite you already knowing the answer by his body language. You love a vocal man and that’s definitely Miguel, plus you know that he loves hearing your cute country accent and you want to do anything that’ll drive him closer to his peak.

“You know I do, querida.” And with that you switch techniques. You give his tip a light kiss, allowing your saliva to pool in your mouth before sticking out your tongue and allowing it to drip onto his tip, making his cock nice and slippery so you can give him the sloppiest blowjob possible, just the way Miguel likes.

The kisses and little kitten licks feel incredible, he enjoys the satisfaction it brings his body when he feels you drag your tongue up and down the underside of his dick, how the tip of it glazes over his prominent veins and makes him shudder but he absolutely hates the teasing. Usually he’s a patient man, allowing you to move at a comfortable pace but tonight he doesn’t want to wait. “Come on, baby. Don’t tease me.”

“Fine, but only because you’re cute.” You reply with a soft giggle, obeying his wishes and placing your plump lips over the tip of Miguel’s pretty cock, allowing your tongue to run over his slit, causing his mouth to fly open from the unexpected sensation. Things started off nice and slow in the beginning with slow strokes with your hand around the base of his cock, dragging the flat of your tongue around his tip, and gently caressing his balls to make things a little more spicy.

Soon things escalate quickly, Miguel’s hips jerk and he throws his head back with a groan when you hollow out your cheeks, taking a few more inches of him in your mouth and allowing your hand to cover the area you couldn’t reach. It’s so hard for the cowboy not to just shove your head against his pelvis and force all of him down your throat, so instead he starts to lightly thrust, causing you to gag around his length and the warmth of your mouth to engulf him.

As you hold onto Miguel’s meaty thighs to help you keep your balance, you can feel them trembling, one of the few signs that he’s about to bust. To match the rhythms of his lazy thrusts you bob your head up and down, licking the pre-cum that leaks from his tip and allowing it to settle on your tongue, enjoying the salty taste of him on your palate. The wet noises that you’re making are going straight to his dick and seeing the small spit bubbles that are forming in the corners of your mouth, makes it twitch between your lips.

You look up at Miguel through your lashes, you’re pretty hypnotizing, eyes locking with his dark one’s, wanting to see every face he makes when he cums. By looking at him you can tell he’s holding back for reasons you don’t understand. Miguel always sees you as a delicate flower that should be cherished which you adore but you can tell he wants things a little rougher and frankly you’re not mad at it, you would actually love for him to get rough with you.

When you notice him lowering one of his arms to lightly pull up his shirt so it doesn’t get in the way of your performance, you take his hand and place it on the back of your head, silently granting him access to fuck your throat. Once Miguel feels his palm against your hair it unlocks something inside him. His hand tangles in your hair, pressing your head downward, causing his tip to repeatedly press against the back of your throat.

“That’s it, cariño… just—fuck, like that.” He groans with a strained voice, not being able to hold himself back anymore. Miguel loves this feeling, especially when your throat opens up for him to go deeper and the vibrations from your cheeks are getting stronger the more he pushes your head towards him. Once he pushes you to your limit, taking one hard thrust and causing your nose to press against his pelvis, you moan loudly around his cock and your nails to slightly dig into his skin trying to brace yourself from the unexpected movement.

"Shit, baby... 'bout to-" Miguel warns, his stomach clenching as his high creeps up on him fast. You don't let up, doubling down, wanting to see him fall apart completely. The cowboy shudders, his grip on your hair tightening, his cock pulsing in your mouth while spewing lines of his thick seed down your throat, making a series of moans, praises, and a few curses in his native tongue fall from his lips.

You can’t really understand what he’s saying, due to you not knowing a lick of Spanish but by the way his mouth hangs open and his brows knit together you can tell he’s enjoying himself. Once he comes down from his high and he feels you swallow the remaining ounces of his seed, he slowly pulls away from your wet and swollen lips that are coated in his juices.

Miguel doesn’t even give you a chance to clean yourself up before he wraps his hands around your waist, picking you up and walking further towards the middle of the quilt before gently laying you down, placing his hand on your back and lowering you onto the soft fabric, his broad muscular physique hovering over your smaller frame.

His eyes, dark and heavy with lingering desire, trace over your face, memorizing every flushed detail in your features. His fingers graze your cheek before trailing down your jaw, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips, a silent reminder of what just transpired.

Miguel exhales deeply, his breath warm as he begins to press a firm kiss on your neck, another on your collarbone, and then one right above your cleavage. His movements are slow and deliberate, savoring each reaction he draws from you. His hands, strong and calloused, explore the curves of your body, fingertips ghosting over your ribs, your waist, before settling at your hips, making his way to the waistband of your shorts so he can take them off.

His fingers hook onto the fabric, tugging the material lightly, giving you a moment to stop him but you don't. Your breath catches as he peels the shorts down your legs and tosses them to the side, his touch igniting a trail of heat down your abdomen that goes straight to your core. When you feel his fingers tug at your panties, about to pull them down and reveal your pussy, you grab his hand, feeling a little nervous for a second.

“Mig, what if someone comes out here and sees us?” Your voice comes out in a hushed whisper, laced with both nervousness and excitement. The thought of being caught by anyone in your town is mortifying, especially since gossip spreads like a wildfire around here but you and him already went halfway when you sucked his dick so you don’t understand why your nerves are eating you up now.

Miguel chuckles softly, the sound low and smug as he leans in, his lips brushing gently against your jaw. "Now you're worried, querida?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement, thinking it’s funny that you’re now worried about peeping Tom’s after you just finished deepthroating and slobbing all over his dick with no hesitation.

Your stomach twists, a mixture of nerves and exhilaration bubbling inside you. The logical part of your mind knows this is reckless, dangerous even, but the way Miguel looks at you a unrelenting hunger, like he wants to devour you until tears are rolling down your face, makes it hard to care about the consequences. You've already crossed the line, let yourself be consumed by him, and the thrill of it all is just as intoxicating as the man himself.

His lips trail down your neck, peppering kisses that make your breath hitch, making your nerves slowly disappear. "You weren't shy a few minutes ago," he teases, his fingers skimming over your exposed skin, tracing slow, deliberate patterns. "I think you like the risk."

And maybe he’s right, maybe you do like the thrill it brings. Maybe that's why you don't push him away, why your fingers tangle in his hair instead, pulling him closer to your body. "Plus no one's gonna come out here but even if they did.." His voice deepens slightly, his lips ghosting over yours in a mesmerizing manner. "Let them see how good I make you feel."

Heat pools between your thighs at his words, but you still bite your lip, unsure of what to do which Miguel notices, always being attentive when it comes to you. "If you don't want this, just say the word," he adds, his voice softer now, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable before he takes things further. "'I’ll stop."

His sincerity, how he cares about how you feel and won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do makes your heart flutter. You trust him, more than anyone you’ve ever been with and right now, with the stars above you, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, and his heavy cock resting on your stomach, makes the thrill of the moment outweigh the risk of being seen.

Swallowing your nerves, you slowly loosen your grip on his wrist, allowing his fingers to slide past the waistband of your panties. Miguel watches you carefully, searching your face for any hint of hesitation. When he doesn’t detect any, his smirk returns. "That's my girl," he whispers before pressing his lips against yours, his fingers finally pulling them down and allowing him to feel your wet pussy, your juices smeared across your folds, practically begging to be licked.

Miguel groans at the sight, his pupils blown when your alluring scent fills his nostrils as he takes in every inch of you. His large hands slide up your thighs, spreading them apart with a firm but gentle touch. The cool night air brushes against your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine, but it's nothing compared to the heat radiating from Miguel's body as he settles between your legs.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before he finally touches you where you need him most, drawing a gasp from your lips. He watches your reaction closely, reveling in every small sound and movement you make, as if he’s memorized by them.

The thrill of the moment, being out in the open, of surrendering completely to him and allowing him to be in control, slowly overwhelms you. Your body arches instinctively, pressing into his touch, silently begging for more, wanting his cock to reach the depths of your womb until you're filled with his seed. Miguel leans down and captures your lips in another yet kiss, swallowing every whimper and moan he pulls from you.

Miguel’s lips pull away from yours, but his touch remains, tender and firm. His thumb gently strokes your cheek as he looks at you with a softness that contrasts the intensity of his earlier actions. You both share a quiet moment, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence before taking things to the next level.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, cariño.” he whispers, his voice low and affectionate, wanting you to know that he cares and has a place in his heart reserved just for you.

You smile, feeling warmth spread through your chest at the simple yet heartfelt words, looking at him with pure love in your eyes. There's something in the way Miguel looks at you that makes everything feel perfect, and you can't help but feel a sense of love for him. "Happy Valentine's Day, Miguel." you whisper, your voice full of affection. It's simple, but at this moment, it means everything.

His smile deepens, and you realize this is exactly where you're meant to be, together, sharing something real and special. No expectations, just the two of you, and for once, everything feels right.

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[fairlyang]

Amor Prohibido 🕷️

a west side story au

w/c: 2.9K

pairing: miguel o’hara x latina!reader

tags: 18+ smut. opposite gangs, forbidden love, not caring x2, cunnilingus, dirty talk, fingering, español (era necesario), he’s a sweetie, masquerade dance, chino is a opp, double reveal but they’re all pissed, you don’t care and leave, car sex, voyuerism, unprotected sex, riding, sweet ending

taglist: @reader-1290

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you were supposed to stay away from him. your older brother had always scolded you about only going out with one of your own. didn't have to be your exact ethnicity but they had to be latino, not any of the white guys.

you found that to be harder than expected. mainly because you didn't really care for his rules. you were always a rebellious kid and sister so now being in your early twenties that didn't exactly change.

so he continued to repeat that after you've only been in the states for less than two years, you knew you'd be in trouble.

at least that’s what you thought until you found someone that maybe you could cheat this system with. Miguel O’Hara was half irish and half mexican, with tanned skin, dark slicked back hair, and a thick accent to match.

his dad was a rich man, married a mexican woman so that’s why he was able to be in the jett’s, because they ignored the mexican half. he wasn’t exactly like the rest of them, openly hating on any and all latinos who come into the city because he’s seen firsthand how his mom was treated.

he was kind, thoughtful, and sweet. everything you’ve ever wanted in a man so your brother would just have to deal with it.

he was the man of your dreams, but of course there was a downside, probably the worst one, yet that wasn’t enough to put him off you or vice versa.

being the all too rebellious girl you were, you freely were sneaking back and forth with the second in command of the rival gang opposite your brother's and you didn't care too much about it. especially not when he was between your thighs, eating you out like he hasn't had a proper meal in years which was ironic because he never misses a meal, let alone his dessert.

his mouth was sucking and flicking your clit while he pumped two fingers inside you. he always took great care of you, making sure you don't go a day without a proper orgasm.

the worst part was that you let him.

you really couldn't help it, not when he was making you moan so loud and feel so good that you could practically see stars. it was to no surprise that you couldn't push his advances away, even if you tried he’d just convince you anyway.

he pulled away for a few seconds just to tease you because it always had you squirming, clenching tightly against his fingers, "like that baby?"

you could only nod your head, feeling too good to give him a proper answer. he didn't accept that though. he needed to hear you, especially if it was in your native tongue.

"tell me how much you like it, pretty girl.." he murmured, looking up at you with those pretty brown eyes while you just pouted.

"mucho- p-please dont stop." you whined, reaching down for his head so he can keep working his magic. (so much-)

"eager girl... you know you shouldn't even be with me but here you are, desperate and aching for me.. so fucking dirty, mi amor." he teased only making you whimper, especially at his usage of such an endearing word. (my love)

given every pet name that slipped past his lips had you like a lovesick fool but still, you were losing it even more, "fuck miguel- por favor- i n-need more!" you whined once more, bringing a grin to his face. (please-)

“pues porque me lo pediste así…. como no, hermosa?” he says under his breath before going straight back in to suck on your clit. (well since you asked like that… how could i not, beautiful)

you gasped and brought a hand down to his hair, tugging on it making him groan against you. it sent shivers all over your body and made his pants feel even tighter.

he loved the forbiddenness of your situation. knowing you shouldn't be doing this, from either side but not being able to help yourselves. he was just, if not more obsessed with you which said a lot.

he closed his eyes and focused on the sweet taste of your arousal, always so fucking good like an ice cream sundae down at the diner. sadly he couldn't take you on any proper dates because it would be odd to others and you didn't want miguel to get into any trouble. have it be by riff, bernardo, or his parole officer.

so he would close up shop early for his boss, who was an elderly puerto rican lady named valentina. definitely accepting of your relationship and having grown very fond of miguel, like a son, of course she was going to help him sneak you in. also given the fact he was on parole and this was now his home, he didn't have much of a choice anyway.

he brought his left hand up to your body, first to squeeze your left breast just earning himself the sweetest gasp from you, then you decided to grab his hand and intertwine your fingers together. his face flushed and he felt his heart beat faster, your eyes were on his and he was determined to make you come in his mouth.

he stopped for a split second just to add a third finger then he pumped her fingers faster and harder than before. you squeezed his hand tightly prompting him to do it right back while you quickly felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

“miguel! fuck- por favor- no pares-“ you moaned and grind your hips up desperately. (please- don’t stop-)

he moaned against you, practically grinding against the mattress while pumping his fingers as fast as he could. your walls entrapped them and he started curling them up to hit your sweet spot, purposely knowing you’ll come faster.

he pulled away for a few seconds just to egg you on, “gonna come for me baby? sabiendo que ni debes hablar conmigo?” (knowing you aren’t even be talking to me?)

“fuck miguel! si, claro que si-“ you cried and felt your legs start to shake.. (yes, of course yes-)

“así, mi amor, así.” he cooed softly, eye back on yours, “come on baby.” (just like that)

his sweet tone was enough to send you over the edge, gripping his hand tightly while you cried out for him. he kissed your inner thigh, slowed down his fingers, and giving you more praise while you rode out your high.

you closed your eyes and clamped your legs shut, feeling so overstimulated. he slowly slipped his fingers out, a loud plop filling your ears as you covered your face with both hands. you could hear his chuckle and his shuffling as you calmed yourself down.

suddenly you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you towards his chest and you weren’t going to deny a nice cuddle. you laid your head on his chest, swinging an arm over his body while you listened to his heart beat.

there was something about the aftermath that just made this more real and loving. you didn’t know how your future would look but there was no way in hell you’re letting something this good, go to waste or into hands that already had a turn.

the following weekend there was a masquerade dance being held at the gym in the rec center and miguel wanted to be introduced as your boyfriend knowing damn well that could be the cause of world war three. but he didn’t really give a fuck, willing to fight for your love and more importantly, end this dumb terf war between both the gangs.

the dress code was black and white, just so everyone would be somewhat the same. the lights were flashing so it was easy for you to sneak in with miguel.

you were both wearing black masks that had white designs on them. you in a black swing dress that anita made for you, off the shoulder with white pearls along the edges. perfect for the occasion.

miguel was in the nicest pair of pants, borrowed from his father as well as a black button up shirt.

he was looking around the dance floor, watching how each group was in their respective half and dancing their hearts out. neither of you have both seen and since the city decided to go all out for this dance to make everyone get alone, the lights were still going crazy.

he took his arm off your waist and held his hand out to you which you happily took. he led you to the middle of the floor and it was an upbeat song, so he grabbed your hands and you began dancing together.

you followed his lead and moved in sync with him and everyone else around you. your dress moved beautifully, miguel twirling you as much as possible to keep that smile on your face.

you moved back and forth between both sides of the dance floor, not wanting to stick to just one side in case you were to get caught that easily. it wasn’t so strange since most people by the middle were doing that anyway.

there were a couple people on the sidelines just watching, either because they can’t dance or they don’t have dates. singletons from both gangs but no shark was going to take a latina out to dance or vice versa, knowing they’d get a beating right then and there.

the song changed to a slower one so you adjusted accordingly with your arms around his neck while his were on your waist. you swayed back and forth slowly, staring into each other's eyes and ignoring everything else.

you felt happy being able to do this. and sure it was mainly due to the fact that everyone was wearing masks and you could barely even see the person next to you but still. you had the man you adored the most out in public like this and it was all you could’ve asked for.

you sighed and gave him a loving smile, taking a step closer to place your head against his chest. you danced slowly now taking one of his hands and sticking it outwards while he held your other hand by his chest.

it was a sweet and pure moment. what was once such a rarity in your life and now was slowly becoming something you needed to have every day. not at all afraid for the future, at least not now that his arms are around you. it was warm and protective, like nothing bad could happen when you were like this.

but unfortunately that wasn’t the reality you were living in.

anita was the first to notice you, not thinking anything of it until she realized the man you were dancing with wasn’t chino and she had to stop herself from gasping out loud. the second to notice was riff’s girlfriend, graziella, whose eyes went wide when she looked past riff’s shoulder to find miguel with bernardo’s sister of all the girls.

they both kept their mouths shut, hell even leading their men away from that part of the dance floor just to save all parties from a potential disaster. you didn’t even notice, not a single clue the jig was almost up but saved by the two girls.

that quickly changed when you decided to just take a look around the dance floor, moving your head up to take a better peak while miguel swayed you both. your eyes scanned all the couples in their fancy attire and dark masks but suddenly stopped at one guy standing still on the sidelines, eyes already on yours.

your eyes grew wide and your heart started racing, you shook your head against miguel, praying to god that chino won’t say a word.

you watched him carefully, almost unable to move because your nerves were getting the better of you. “por favor.” you mouthed to him and he just slowly shook his head. (please)

he started walking to the left side of the floor, you quickly looked over, trying to find your brother and anita. your eyes followed chino and you looked to where he was walking and you knew your fun was over.

you looked away, gaze back on miguel and leaned towards his ear, “we’ve gotta go.”

he looked down at you, noticing your nervous expression, and nodding. he let go of you, quickly grabbing your hand and leading you out. he pushed past bodies, not caring for the grunts and swears of his own friends.

they luckily didn’t even notice it was him, otherwise he’d have another problem on his hands. he led you out of the main exit, quickly walking to the parking lot to his car. the cold air hit you but before you could even react to it you heard someone yell your name behind you.

the all too familiar voice had you gulp and walk faster while miguel squeezed your hand, trying to make you feel better, “todo va estar bien, okay?” (everything’s gonna be fine)

you nodded and then heard yelling behind you, anita’s voice filling your ears as she begged bernardo to leave you alone. you could hear them argue like they usually did when you finally got to miguel’s car. he unlocked and opened your door when suddenly the side door bursts open and out comes riff with graziella laughing.

you had one foot about to go inside when riff just blinks at the sight in front of him. you stayed silent, not having anything to say while miguel urged you to get inside the car. “miguel please- let’s just go, anywhere but here.” you pleaded and he just nodded but his eyes were on his best friend’s.

riff was now scoffing, shaking his head in disbelief and disapproval while miguel helped you inside. he closed your door shut and walked behind the car to get to his seat just so he didn’t have to get even closer to riff. he stopped before getting inside, giving him the chance to say something to him.

riff was baffled, stun locked, and disappointed. this felt like a stab in the back to him, towards the sharks and everything they stood for.

but his definition was always different to miguel’s, he just never considered that fact.

finally he was able to speak up, “i can’t believe you.”

miguel sighed and stopped him from even starting a rant, “well believe it because i’m done pretending to be something i’m not. i can’t live like that anymore and you better fucking believe that i’m marrying this girl one day.”

your face grew warm and your heart started pounding, his honest words sounding like a declaration and in front of his best friend just made it all the more real and serious.

he gave him one final look before going inside and starting the engine. you took a deep breath and looked to the right to see bernardo and anita walking over. she gave you a sympathetic smile and your brother’s was better than before.

you gulped and rolled the window down, speechless at first before thinking of the right thing to say, “perdóname, hermano. es mejor pedir perdón que pedir permiso.. encontré un amor verdadero y bonito, espero que lo entiendas.” (forgive me, brother. it’s better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.. i found a love so real and so beautiful, i hope you’ll understand)

he sighed and nodded, unable to speak because it felt so surreal. instead anita spoke, “ felicidades, mi niña” (congratulations, my girl)

you smiled at her and miguel finally pulled out and slowly drove away leaving behind your loved ones conflicted and confused.

as soon as you were far and hidden enough you both jumped to the backseat. such strong comments towards your family’s brought an energy you never felt before. an even better and stronger pull towards miguel, one that had you feeling extra grateful from him and more affectionate.

it took little to no convincing for you to ride him. you had been riding him fast, eager and ready to please while making out. hands touching anything and groping, squeezing gently as you bounced your ass up and down like you have before.

only now was he started to thrust his hips upwards as you slammed down, making sure to hit your sweet spot every time. you tried your hardest to keep up with him but he never made it easy on you, even when you were trying to do something for him.

his hands were gripping your hips, squeezing your flesh while he helped you fuck yourself harder on his cock, desperately wanting to come already. neither of you were in any mood to take it slow, just wanting it to be as passionately fast as possible.

his praise against your lips filled your ears, making you moan against him while he just continued kissing you. he kept repeating his promising words of forever, making sure you wouldn’t forget them.

aunque todavía tuvieron un amor prohibido, se sentía como si ahora nada de todo mundo los puede detener. (although you still had a forbidden love, it felt like now, nothing in the world could stop you now)

como si todo este tiempo podían estar así sin importar lo que digan los demás. (as if all this time you could’ve been like this without caring what anyone else says)

but at last, you could do that now anyway and there was no one that could come between the sweetest of love you’ve ever felt with the absolute man of your dreams.

[gltzpzy]

“ i simply am not there. „ — patrick bateman

(i do not headcanon him to be ANYTHING like patrick, or want this is be an au of any kind — this is just a scene redraw i wanted to do for halloween <3)

[eyesxxyou]

💾 gladiator!Miguel x reader

❝ warnings ❞ blood, animal death, decapitation, smut, creampie

Gladiator!Miguel who fights to impress you, the Emperor’s son/daughter. You sit in the stands separated from the rest of the crowd in a throne lined in gold. You’re draped in the finest fabrics with jewels hanging from your neck and hair, layers of bracelets and anklets from foreign places make you shine under the sun. Your skin glows like the gold you’re layered in, lips full, eyes sparkling with amazement at the performance put on before you. He wants to capture your attention and he does.

Gladiator!Miguel who fights bulls and lions, holding up their decapitated heads before you, a prize for you to keep in your palace. There’s something primal about it. He needs to show you that he’s perfectly capable of protecting you, of courting you. He fights for his life nearly every day and he will spare nothing to show you how strong and capable he is.

Gladiator!Miguel who you visit after his fights in his small chamber to congratulate him on his victory. His hands are coated in blood that he takes his time washing from his hands in the bucket of water he changes out every day. You’re nervous talking to him, standing before his towering frame, hands as large as your face and could so easily snap your neck. You’ve seen him break necks before, of animals and human competitors. Rarely does he do it though, fighting in the arena is about putting on the show, not swift, painless deaths. The audience wanted it gruesome.

Gladiator!Miguel who you visit after every fight to congratulate him on another victory, each visit always getting closer to him until one day you seal your lips to his. Before you know it, his hands are under your robes and you’re up against the wall. You don’t stop him as he slides his cock between your supple thighs, letting out fluttery moans as his hands grasp at every piece of flesh he can get his hands on.

Gladiator!Miguel who fucks you hard and fast, his hand over your mouth so you don’t alert your guards outside. Something like this could get him killed. A body like yours was sacred. He’d be publicly executed by morning. But he couldn’t help himself to your sweet body and fuck, you felt so good around his cock. Fucking you open was well worth the risk.

Gladiator!Miguel who takes a sick pleasure in cumming inside you, knowing it’ll drip out of you all day and crust over on your inner thighs. You whimper against his calloused palm, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you pulse around him and cum on your own. You’re feeling hot in all your clothes, your thighs trembling around his narrow hips.

Gladiator!Miguel who asks as you readjust your robes, “I’ll see you again?”

You couldn’t imagine a world where you didn’t, not after all of that.

“You’ll see me in the stands. It’s just a matter of if you win or not.”

He always wins.

[monarchberrysblog]

Alright

*clasps hand*

I love you so very much, and I’ll be watching you from your window. (Inside joke)

How about… cowboy!Miggy spectating a gal and her pals, she’s challenged to ride one of those rodeo bulls by her friends and fell like, three seconds in. Obvi she failed, so she has to go get another round of shots for her friends. So he took the opportunity to offer some lessons with the cowboy himself😇

EL TORO 🐂

✭ 18+ Cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader ✭

✭ summary: losing a bet with your best friends, you buy drinks after failing to stay on a mechanical bull for eight seconds, but before you buy another round of drinks, a local cowboy helps you…

✭ content warning: sexual innuendos, Miguel is a little unhinged, dry humping, grinding, cumplay (?), cum-eating (?), semi-exhibitionism, hook-up with a stranger, and alcohol is mentioned. VIEWER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

✭ word count: +1.8k words

✭ a/n: AUGHHHH cowboy! Miguel has me in a chokehold omfg. but here you go, pookie! thank you for your undying support and love! Your wish has been granted 💋 (if there are flaws, I apologize in advance 🩷)

MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

Orange opaque lights make up the dimly lit bar. Locals from around were either at a table, drinking away from those green beer bottles you grew familiar with ever since you were younger, or seeing your uncles consume those bottles at a baptism or a wedding banquet. Or you saw the occasional burnt middle-aged man sitting at the island counter, rambling to the bartender about his day, complaining about his cattle or the weather. But for you, you came to the bar unwillingly, as your best friends insisted that you liven up the environment.

But really, it was a pathetic excuse to get you out of your grandparent's bungalow home and to meet someone.

・º♢

"Come on! It'll be fun!" Xina urges, flashing her signature smug smile that always appears when she's up to something mischievous. It was always the same arrogant look she did whenever y'all were kids when she got extra chips or a cookie from her pantry closet. Hell, it was the same look your other friends gave you whenever your grandmother or grandfather offered them fresh fruits from their farm.

"No," you quickly retort, sipping your cocktail. "Please!" MJ pleads, grasping your wrists and seemingly ready to kneel. "PLEASE!" Xina soon exclaims, joining MJ to cause a scene with those around you.

"Xina, MJ…!"

"PLEASE!" They draw out the last syllable together, their voice taking on a childish tone reminiscent of when they were eight years old, fleeing from a honey bee or spider. "Okay! Okay..." You groan out, shaking your head in defeat.

"Yes!" Xina pumps her fist in victory before removing your fruity margarita from your hands and placing it on the table. "Now get on! And if you don't last eight seconds, you pay for our next round of drinks!" A low groan emerges from the back of your throat like alcohol stinging your esophagus, ready to escape. But your body, unfortunately, didn't want to do that for you so you could weasel out of the bet. You look back to see MJ at y'all's table, keeping an eye on the drinks while looking at Xina guide (dragging) you across the bar.

Your shoes squeak against the wooden floors as you get pushed to the mechanical bull area. "Just stay on there for eight seconds, and you don't have to pay for our round of shots." You and Xina passed through the semi-packed bar, occasionally brushing shoulders from a couple of guests in the bar. But one character caught your attention, nearly knocking you off your feet.

His russet brown eyes burned into your soul while his cowboy hat shielded the glisten in his eyes, giving him a dead look by any bystander who dared to make eye contact with him. His eyes match yours, lingering on your orbs. The prolonged millisecond of eye contact seized when he smirked, his eyes lingering on you and you only.

His hands, weathered and rugged, bore the marks of hard work - dry, with occasional scars and scratches, yet exuding strength. They were the hands of a hard-working man, capturing attention as much as his eyes did, capturing attention as much as his eyes did. His shirt was unbuttoned, clearly showing a bit of his chest and hair peppered. Oh, how it would feel to be held in those strong hands... Or how his hands would hold onto your hips while bouncing on his dick—

"C'mon! It's your turn to get on!" Xina urges, directing your attention away from the man and to your inevitable end of the night- falling off a mechanical bull within three seconds.

/

You sit at your table, hair somewhat touseled about while you order the next round of drinks for you and your rowdy group of friends. You looked at the half-assed served shot glass and glared at your best friends as they took their shots. With a sigh of defeat, you walk to the bar counter and take a seat on the wooden stool, covering your face and hiding away the embarrassment.

You settled onto the bar counter, absently running your finger along the smooth rim of your shot glass. A sense of intrusion picked at your gut as you felt someone trespassing on your personal space. Glancing to your left, you saw the familiar figure of the man from earlier, seated a few stools away. Your eyes dart back to the tiny glass in your hands, playing with it.

"You couldn't last eight seconds."

That sounded more evocative than it had to.

"Excuse me?"

"3.4 seconds." He adds, not acknowledging the rhetorical question you spat out. "You're those women having to give up straddling like how a car needs an oil change."

What the—

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"You lack balance, sweetheart. And movement." He lifts his shot glass, calling the bartender to refill his shot glass. "It’s straightforward."

"Oh yeah, since you seem to know everything about it, give me some constructive criticism then." You reiterate, knowing that this man was going to play the smartass card with you by sharing information that is useless or already known by the public.

"You’re not engaging your core, and you don't have any balance on your hips." He sighs before mumbling about city folk and getting off his seat. "C’mere." He waved his hand over, ushering you to get close. You didn't know if it was your being an actual dumbass, but you got off your seat and made your way over.

"M’kay," He sighs before getting off his seat and touching your hips. “It's all here, sweetheart. You have to move with the bull; it's called inertia," His hand rests on your hips and squeezes that specific area. "Always move in the opposite direction of the mechanical bull."

"If the bull moves forward, you move back. And if the bull moves back…?"

"I move forward?"

He nods before patting your tummy. "And engage your core a bit. You have abs under there, sweetheart."

His words of advice continue but they muffled out while taking note of his hand resting against your soft stomach, feeling the heat of his palm.

You take note of his words and stop. "Wait, how do you know how to do this?"

"Take it or leave it." He mumbles before he takes his shot and slams the shot glass down. "Actually," He clears his throat and sighs. "Tell them you want to redeem yourself, then tell your friend, the one who dared you to ride the bull, to buy the bill, and I owe you a drink if you make it past eight seconds."

"And if you don't, you owe me a drink."

He removes his hands from your soft stomach and sits back on the stool. "It’s your decision, sweetheart."

You think momentarily, considering the options he placed on the table. The idea of not having to pay a tab and getting a free drink sounded satisfying.

"Will you show me how?"

"Sure, why not?"

/

Sitting on his lap in the darkest, dingiest parts of the bar was not in the plans, but your pigheadedness said otherwise. You straddle down on his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders. "Keep your balance, sweetheart." His right hand pats on your hip before bucking his hips against yours, earning a low groan from him.

"Engage your core and move in the opposite direction of me." His warm breath fans your face before he bucks his hips once again to your clothed sex. A soft mewl escapes your lips, feeling his clothed bulge against your clothed entrance.

"You can do it, c’mon…”

You pathetically moved against his aching bulge, pushing your moist gusset against his denim jeans. "There we go, move your hips to gain balance, move with me."

His dick twitched underneath you, pushing up to be free from its constraints. You slowly gyrated down, bucking your hips against his movement, creating a comfortable tempo.

A choked groan verberates your chest, sending the sensation to Miguel, earning a low moan from the man. "C'mon, keep it up." He jerks his bulge upwards, finally finding its way in between your clothed folds. You wailed, feeling his length now against your clothed clit, rubbing against the sensitive bud slowly and deliciously. You could sense the arousal trickling down to your soaked gusset and gathering the slick arousal in the cloth. "You can do it."

You patted his shoulder and took in deep breaths.

"Try again." His usual staid words slowly evolved into breathy whimpers. Miguel's words of affirmation slowly died, becoming breathy moans and grunts. The typical demands slowly turned into begging as you continued to push downwards, feeding the desires you two desperately wanted.

"Muneca..." He rasps out before you see his hands scramble down to his belt.

The sound of his belt clinking was enough of an indicator, but you knew what was next. The sound, let alone left you salivating with anticipation.

"Grind on the length."

Oh... Oh.

Glancing down, your eyes widen at the sight. Sure, he was pushing seven inches but the girth... With your left hand, you move the gusset of your underwear to the side and slowly guide your aching core down to his length, slowly enveloping his length into your soaked folds.

A low groan verberates your chest cavity, soaking the length of your slick, sticky arousal. The slippery sensation of your clit gliding down Miguel’s length, creating delicious friction.

"C’mon, move your hips."

Your body went on autopilot on that demand, relying on your slick arousal to move fluidly on his length. "You're a fast learner, aren't you?" He groans out quietly, still holding onto your hips.

Soft pants and groans filled the small space and evolved into loud guttural groans from both of y'all.

"Sweetheart, slow down a bit." His breathy request fell on deaf ears before you did as he demanded. "You're humping me like I'm your pillow." He groans out before he adjusts you off his length, feeling the slick linger onto his skin.

He takes his pointer and middle finger, gathers the slick off his length, and places said fingers at the bottom plush of your lips, lightly tapping them, almost asking for permission. "Seems like you understand what I say," He pats your rear lovingly with his free hand before you suckle on his fingers, tasting the mess you left behind. He hums while you clean the pads of his fingers clean.

"Now, ride the bull for me." He demands.

/

The walk back to the lively scenery returned you to your senses as you prepared to confront your little group of friends. The conversation jumped about like crickets hopping around a long grassy field. It felt like there was no point in being driven before you challenged them against their better judgment and bet. Xina's lips pursed straight, and she nodded to her other girlfriends. The group looked at each other momentarily and caved in, just to see themselves embarrass themselves for the second time that night.

But it wasn't going to happen again...

Straddling down on the pseudo-bull, you looked out to the semi-lively bar, seeing your friends watching from afar and your 'mentor' looking at you while taking a shot. With a raise of his brow and tipping his cowboy hat, a surge of content rested in your belly.

[yanderestarangel]

tio miguel o'hara au

art cr: @/Andalusia_lu-

TW: EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT, STEP INCEST, OC MIGUEL, MANIPULATION, VIOLENCE, ALCOHOL, DARK THEMES, TRAUMA, GRIEF, BROKEN MIND, DUB CON, NON CON, POWER PLAY, HARASSMENT, GN READER, THREAT, PAIN KINK, DOLLFICATION, NSFW, BREEDKINK.

˖⁺ ⊹୨ notes ୧⊹ ⁺˖ no negativity please. If this isn’t your sort of content you’re more than welcome to block me and move on with your day.

I just wanted to make a definitive AU for my version of "Tio" Miguel O'Hara ✧⁠*ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.

[PART.1.]

♡ ┆Tio Miguel is your non-blood uncle who is thirty-five years old, his skin tanned by the hot midday sun accentuates his body and he has greater muscle mass than most men of his age; brown hair usually combed back and dark brown eyes that seem to penetrate your soul.

♡ ┆ He arrived like a hurricane in your life and that of your family, right after you moved to another quieter place in the Mexican city, practically a rural place where Miguel lived just a few meters away on a large farm, isolated from curious eyes.

♡ ┆ You had a grandmother who already lived there and she introduced the previously unknown man to you, saying that he was Miguel O'Hara, a close neighbor who always came to visit and was always nice to her, practically a son for the older lady. The tall Mexican man helped your family unload the moving truck, he was the first to approach like a silent plague and the target was always you, since the first time he saw you he had felt something more like his life had meaning again.

♡ ┆ Soon he began to frequent your house, being a friendly and solitary gentleman keeping everything from his past between his teeth despite the entire reception of his family with his persona. You, on the other hand, saw how he always seemed to look for you regardless of the situation you were in, even asking you to call him "Uncle" and that was when it all really started for both of you, the demand to be called that was subtle but already functional that even your parents told/demanded that you respect the man as someone in the family and in a short time he was already an influential and feared member of your family.

♡ ┆He is almost always seen dressed in ranch clothes or dress shirts and jeans - punctuated with cowboy or work boots, most of the time they are expensive fabrics that are not compatible with the minimum wage he receives for his work as a caregiver of farms or livestock. He is occasionally seen wearing a shabby brown suede cowboy hat.

♡ ┆When you ask him about his profession he just smiles and uses the same excuse that he got extra money from some competitions he won at the local bullfight ─ and the mysterious gain is not only used for his own use but also to buy gifts for you, he is not afraid to manipulate or seduce you with monetary gains to capture your attention and keep it, if you want something he will give it to you without thinking twice just to keep you for him, whether for his money or by making you afraid. Miguel secretly ran the underworld of drugs and smuggling but he would never tell you that and he would rather die than for you to discover his source of money in reality.

♡ ┆He always uses affectionate and possessive nicknames with you, like 'Mi vida' 'Mi angelito' 'Mi carinõ'; practically like a passionate lover would do or even he would grab you and hug you, touching you in different places and leaving a trail of heat wherever his fingers passed, even though he was your uncle he would treat you like a possessive companion would.

♡ ┆He drinks a lot, his favorite drink is expensive and pure whiskey. He also becomes almost predatory when he's drunk, often coming into your room on celebratory nights and whispering dark promises to you ─ you've seen him kneeling at the side of your bed as the warm alcoholic breath comes from his thick lips, phrases like: "You will always belong to me", "anyone who dares to come close to you I will kill them.", "I will never let you slip out of my hands, my precious angel." Or even the secret desires to use your body escaped his lips on those rare nights when the drink overcame his stoic and cold demeanor.

♡ ┆Most of his cold behavior is the result of the fact that he never had children and also due to the death of his late wife, killed by a fateful fate that he refused to talk about. He tends to be extremely rude to everyone but he tries to be as gentle as possible with you, even though it can be scary at times. He is domineering, impatient and quick-tempered, looking for your company during family outings or parties. Miguel will manipulate you by saying that his behavior is normal, saying that you were his family and he was just trying to make your bond grow and he will also manipulate your family to sweep away any complaints you may make. from the carpet or say that you were being dramatic and if you try to return his advances he can be extremely rude and easily hold your body, whispering subtle threats like: "You don't want to see me angry, do you, angel?" While leaving your wrists marked red from the force he had put there.

♡ ┆He doesn't let you have boyfriends or girlfriends, if you dare to have a partner he will do everything to make your parents stop this relationship. Even if you are an adult he will do everything in his power to make your life hell if you dare to leave him for a random person. Most of your relationships ended mysteriously because your dear tio used his influence in the underworld to threaten your partner. It will also alienate you from friends or acquaintances, a useful way to maintain control over yourself.

♡ ┆He always invites you to his farm on the weekends, always with the promise of some expensive gift or comfort from all the weekly stress. If you accepted (through free and spontaneous pressure from him) he would spoil you and always spend exorbitant amounts of money on you. If you have problems with your family, he will convince you to leave your home and talk to your parents to let you stay with him in his house for an indefinite period of time. Your Tio I planned to make you his perfect future companion, submissive and untouched by the evils of the world, a husband/wife so he could have a real family again, even if he was your uncle.

♡ ┆He tries to make you sleep with him several times, be it with monetary gains, manipulation or breaking you to the point that you throw yourself into his arms because he thinks you won't get anyone to love you like he does. During sex he plays the role of a tough dominant, often treating you roughly and likes to use your body to vent his frustrations. Miguel will choke and bite you, marking your neck and shoulders with painful, red bites, - even hitting you if you try to struggle or struggle against him, whether it's slaps to the face or butt making you whimper and become more still and controlled in his control. He uses his greater physical experience and constitution to hold you back if you try to run. Your Uncle likes to fantasize about getting you pregnant and making you a perfect little doll for him, he fills all your holes with his semen. He can spit in your mouth, hit his dick on your face, giving you hickeys on your neck, strong bites, or cumming on your face and recording everything afterwards to threaten you if you don't want to accept his marriage proposal later.

[thelovewitchesbrew]

I forgot I had this! Yes it’s from that same fic…patiently waiting for an update omg 😭 I think about this AU too many times to count!

One of these days I’ll put effort into digital painting, I’m a novice at it 🫣

Close ups!

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

SMUT!!! Minors dni!! Dry humping, slight groping, somnophilia, ‘just the tip’ trope (it’s not gonna be just the tip🤭), unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it), breeding kink, slight use of daddy/mommy, cream-pie. Cursing. I don’t write smut very often so apologizes if it’s not very good. Happy valentines day🤭🫶🏼

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Thinking about Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who insisted that you take the bed in his room after you suggested to sleep in Gabi’s room, swearing you wouldn’t fall off her twin bed despite both of you knowing you move way too much in your sleep to stay on that thing comfortably all night.

Baby daddy!Miguel who wouldn’t take no for an answer, resulting in you setting up shop in his room. Leaving the room right before you were about to sleep to get a glass of water, only to see your 6’9 ex trying to squeeze himself into his couch with a blanket and pillow. You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh at the sight or not but you sure as hell felt the ache in your chest while you watched him twist and turn in an attempt to not fall off while also trying to find a comfortable position. With a begrudging sigh, you told him, “come on, get in here.” while nodding towards his room.

Baby daddy!Miguel that slept on the right side of bed, while you on the left. Both with your backs facing away from each other, but you both forgot how much you both move in your sleep, and despite not having slept in the same bed in 9 years, your bodies have somehow gotten themselves into a spooning position sometime in the middle of the night as you both slept.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had only been with a handful of women since your break up, and with his new refound love for you, couldn’t help himself but start to get hard in his sleep. The feeling of your ass pressing against his cock only made it worse.

Baby daddy!Miguel who let out quiet whimpers and groans when he slowly started to rut his hips into yours. Now half awake and mind hazy, and he knows he should stop but the silent whine that fell from your lips and the way your hips roll back so your ass meets his groin again keeps him going.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had to bite down on his lower lip to keep himself from groaning too loud so you don’t wake up as he dry humps you like he did after a frat party 10 years ago. Dipping his head and planting soft wet kisses on the back of your neck as his hands slowly drag themselves up and down your body, your hips, your ass, your tits, wherever they can grab.

Baby daddy!Miguel who almost creams his pants when he hears you sleepily call his name in that breathy and high-pitched voice you always got when you’re hot and bothered. Feeling like he was dreaming when he asked if you wanted him to stop and you said no.

Baby daddy!Miguel who couldn’t stand not being inside of you any longer, but he didn’t have any condoms since he hasn’t been seeing anyone recently. So with the most whiney desperate tone you’ve ever heard this man speak in your whole 12 years of knowing him, he asked, “let me put in just the tip please?” And who were you to refuse?

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“Porfa amor, just the tip I promise.” You never thought you’d find yourself humping up against Miguel like a bunch of horny teens again, yet here you were, in his bed with his hard-on pointing at your backside, you’ve never been more thankful then at that moment your daughter had to participate in the soccer teams sleepovers then you did now. (Please baby,)

You couldn’t take it much longer either, never feeling so overheated in a tank top and a pair of his boxers that fit you like oversized shorts. Why did you both have to sleep half naked? You quickly nodded your head, glancing over your shoulder to get a peak at Miguel as you panted out, “okay, okay just the ti-“ but you didn’t even get to finish the full sentence before Miguel flipped you both so you were on your back as he hovered over you, one hand supporting his weight while the other grabbed the boxers and your panties to tug them off of you. Your hips rising to help assist him, kicking them to the side as he takes off the pair of boxers he was wearing before his hand came down to pump his cock a few times, lining it up to your cunt as his lips met yours to swallow your whines.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this pretty pussy…” He groans as he finally sinks the head into you, his lips dipping into the croak of your neck as you let out a small hiss. Despite it only being the first two or so inches you couldn’t help whimper at the stretch he provided, you’ve truly forgotten how big he was. “Shh, shh, I know mami, no one takes care of you like I do…” He cooed, his hand running through your hair as he leaves sloppy kisses on your neck, and whether you knew it or not he was right, both in bed and in general. “Let daddy take care of you…”

“Mig-fuck-“ You moaned as your eyes fluttered shut, your hips bucking up to get some more of him in you. He must have read your mind, pulling out fully before sinking himself into your heat again, a bit deeper this time. “So good-Miguel.”

“Yo se, mami, yo se… he didn’t fuck you like I do huh?” He asked between pants, each thrust filling you more and more. You were too busy moaning to answer, so you opted to nod instead . “Fuck your so pretty like this cariño… might have to fuck another baby in you.” (I know, I know…) (sweetie)

“Fuck Miguel-I’m gonna-“ With one final thrust, he finally bottoms out, making the knot in your lower stomach come undone. Wave after wave pulsing through you as you squirm underneath him, his orgasm soon follows. Pumping his seed deep inside your used cunt, his thrusts grow sloppy as he helps ride you both through your orgasms.

When he finally pulls out you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the sudden loss of him, only left with the feeling of him dripping out from between your legs. You barely got time to catch your breath before his hand went to your hips and turned you over so you were on all fours.

“You thought we were done? No way sweetie. I finally got you back, we’re going all night.”

Thank god you were on birth control.

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Part 5.5<

Part 6.5<

Not proofread.

Word count: 1.1k (girl idk how that happened either)

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[1-900-venusluvs]

Miggy goin’ to the beach with chubby reader rahhh🔥!!

Miguel decided to take you to a beach one day, hey it was the first day of summer and already hot. He’s downstairs with his tee shirt and shorts revealing his strong arms and his figure, he had a pretty good build you say. He sees you come down with a your swimsuit and shorts. As soon as you come he takes a notice of you. Your face was absolutely gorgeous, the way the top reveals your deep cleavage making your breast’s visible to him, the way the bottom hugs your ass and some of your cellulite showing.

Fuck, he’s hard again.

He sighs before hugging you and planting a kiss to your soft cheek. He isn’t very well at showing emotion but you both know he loves you a lot. His cock presses against his boxers yet again as he thinks of you moaning with pleasure under him. You better expect non stop touches even if it’s his hand on one of your body parts, gripping your waist, hugging you or even holding hands he’s all fond of everything. Whenever you wear a swimsuit like I said, he would have no shame in staring. He stares at your cute tummy and plush thighs. If you were ever insecure about your strength marks or cellulite he would instantly put you in a hug re-assuring you that everything is beautiful.

“Why are you lying Mi Reina? Stupid guys would love to date you..luckily you’re mine, right hermosa?”

He stares at your face before his eyes trail down to your plump lips, your lipgloss just made it more difficult to hide that he’s hard. While you two are at the beach he would lay down a towel on the sand and he sits down next to you, he pulls out a container filled with all different types fruit. He watches you eats some of the fruit while giggling trying not to let the juice escape your lips, he adores you to the moon and back.

“Why aren’t you eating baby?” You say after swallowing the lace piece of fruit in your mouth. He stares at you before shaking his head and actually gaining consciousness.

We’re you always this addicting to stare at?

“Sorry Mi querida..uh..you just look cute..and i got distracted..” he spoke out trying to hide his obsession over you, staring at you with his jaw slightly open from awe. He wants to say something else but.

He’d much rather eat your sweet pussy instead of fruit ♡ 🕸

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[cupcakeinat0r]

Still thinking about DadBod!Miguel………..

You loved your man unconditionally, that was a fact. But it was also a fact that he was a workaholic, and this bothered you like no other. He tried to be better about it since being with you, but the habit of staying for longer hours still persists.

You couldn’t complain all too much, though, since he did make some progress; how else would he have softened up a bit if not to come home to you earlier some days to eat you out your cooking?

Anyways, one time, it was late, he was home, but he was still in that goddamn study of his, and you were waiting impatiently in the bedroom for him.

“Baby…” you call out from the warm, fluffy sheets, “come to bed, please.” you plea, but alas, you’re response is a low, “casi terminado, beba.”

Typical.

You don’t know if it’s because of built up sexual frustration, your ovulation week, or both, but you get up from the bed and march yourself toward his study.

“Hey, mister, remember me? The love of your life?” You say almost jokingly, but you’re kind of serious at this point. You stand at the door, arms crossed.

Miguel looks up at you from his computer, and you can tell he’s tired. He’s already in his usual sleeping attire: nothing but basketball shorts, which doesn’t help the situation at all. The waistband hugs tightly around his pudge, displaying his delicious happy trail.

“M’sorry, mama, I’ll be there soon, m’kay? Almost done, promise.” But you’re not even completely listening because of how inviting his thick, muscular thighs look right about now. An idea pops into your head…

“That’s what you always say…” you walk into the study, catching Miguel’s attention once again when you stand next to him. You give his bicep a tap, a non-verbal request for him to scoot the seat back and turn to you, to which he obliged. He sees you pouting, which saddens him of course, he hates seeing his baby upset. He never does this to hurt or neglect you.

“Mamita, Que te pasa? Hm?” He coos while you sit on his lap, straddling and cuddling him as your smaller-in-comparison figure wraps around his taller, huskier build. You swear if you weren’t so horny, you’d be able to fall asleep right there against his soft, plushy, warm skin. Miguel embraces you back, pressing your front against his soft stomach and hard chest. He has a hand on your hip, the other on your lower back.

“Nothing, I just miss you…” you softly breathe against the skin of his neck, placing soft kisses there, “I miss my cuddle bear,” you speak between those kisses. You know your act is working when you feel a certain tent forming beneath you, your lips curling against his jawline.

Miguel kisses you back, his slow kisses planted along your shoulder, “I know, mama, I know,” he continues to plant apologetic pecks up your shoulder and up your neck, only riling you up even more, “I miss you, too, beba. ” he coos, pressing a kiss on your head as his gaze remains on his laptop. One of his hands continues to rub your back while the other travels from your hip to proceed typing on the laptop.

Miguel then hears you speak against the skin of his bare shoulder. It’s muffled, but he can make out a weak, “I need you.”

The typing stops.

“Perdon, mamita, what was that?” You let out a soft grunt, your hips fidgeting on top of his lap. Your heat rubbing against his bulge and lower belly gradually stealing his focus from his work. “You heard me, stop acting coyyy.” You shy away from the question with more kisses on his shoulder and neck but he persists, “dimelo, mama, que necesitas?”

His lips curl as you begin mewling quietly against his neck, your hips digging harder against his lap. “C’mon, baby, use your words.” His smirk widens when he hears a certain whimper; one he’s grown familiar with and knew what it meant.

Your breathiness tickles his ear in the most delectable way, letting out a measly, “I want — Mm…” You’re surprised to hear the typing begin again, thinking you were finally starting to take 100% of his attention.

“Whatchu want, hm? I’ll give it to you, just say it.” He gently pleads, the softness of his voice the greatest comfort in the world. He makes you feel so safe.

“Mm— I… I need you… Ungh— M’need you in me, Mig, pleaseeee.”

“You want what? Be specific, mamita, you can do it.” You kiss your teeth and roll your eyes, “Baby, you know what I’m talking about, stop being like that.”

“No, no, tell me, I wanna hear it from you. Love it when you say it… need to hear you say it…” he whispers.

You never were good at being vocal, but Miguel has changed that since being with him. The man needs to hear your sweet voice, it being absolute music to his ears. You were at your limit, so for this time, you put aside your timidity and grant him his wish.

“I want this fat cock, baby… so bad.”

You couldn’t stop whimpering due to his massive length stretching you out. You’d think you would have adapted to size by now, but given he has you sitting still on his lap, no room to maneuver, it figures.

“Mamita, stop moving, I’m almost done with this, I promise.” You know he’s having just as much of a hard time sitting still from how gravel his voice has become. Since making you cockwarm him, he’s barely accomplished any work on his computer, about to call it quits and just take you to bed to finish off what you started.

“You said that fifteen minutes agoooo.” You groan, your hips fighting against his hand, which holds you tight in position.

He quiets you with a kiss to the temple, “shh, beba, I’m giving you what you— mmfuck— what you wanted…” The way your cunt greedily sucks him in makes his mind foggy and his cock twitch inside you a number of times. In an effort to hush your noises of desperation, he leans back into his chair so that his face meets yours, practically eating your tongue in an open mouthed kiss. Amidst the heated kiss, he can feel a certain something taut against his belly. He makes the mistake of looking down when pulling away, seeing how his throbbing dick makes a faint bulge in your stomach. With this, your pussy constantly squeezing him, and your soft whimpers, there’s no way he’ll finish any work.

“Coño, you win.”

So he slams his computer, picks you up, basically runs toward the bed and throws you onto it so that he could rail you until you spoke fluent gibberish!

The end :3

A/n: inspired by an ask, Ty nonnie <3