#wait hES 6'9''???????

[loveforeren]

Whipped!Miguel worships the very ground you walk on. You can do no wrong his eyes. You are his lovely wife, and no one or nothing can stray his mind from you.

Miguel was on his knees arms wrapped around you as his lips kisses your stomach gently.

"Cariño...I love you" he said between kisses.

"I love you too Miguel." You say as you smile.

You two were in his office as he gave you all his attention. He continued to kiss your stomach while his hands trailed down and rubbed your thighs. As he was busy admiring you and your body, Miles, Hobie, Gwen, Pav, and Peter (with Mayday strapped to him as always) came in unannounced. They were in shock to see their boss, the man who refused to even say excuse me to some of them on his knees.

"Ah..Miguel people are here" you say to him quietly.

You try to pry him off but it didn't work. He just hugged you tighter.

"They can wait." He stated.

They all felt like that was their sign to leave. So they all scurried out of his office after taking a few pictures to show everyone.

Miguel stayed hugging you before he looked back up at you.

"No one and nothing is more important that you..I'd destroy the whole multiverse for you." He said as his lip graze your stomach.

You smiled gently. This man was 6'9 and acted like a complete softy with you.

You feel his hands trail up your thigh and his eyes were filled with need.

"Can we...?" His voice trails off but you already knew what he wanted.

You smile running your fingers through his hair.

"Hm..I don't think so..well not right now at least. Finish up your work here, and I'll be waiting for you at home." You say with a smile.

You stand up with Miguel still attached to your hip. You saw his face droop and he lets out a small groan.

"All my work..?" He asks as he stands up.

"All of it. When you finish I'll be waiting for you at home." You say with a small wink before walking out.

You were in for a very long night. You could feel his lust and greed as you walked out.

《 A/N 》 I feel like I should write the night but idk I'm working on a sub? Idk submissive? Idek Miguel fic. This was just a little drabble

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! The wife having a rather...pleasant dream, and when she wakes up she finds a meaty treat all sprung up and ready to suck. Miguel's morning wood. She frees him and gets to work. Kissing his tip, rolling her tongue on his shaft. She practically inhales the thing.

Miguel wakes up and ooooh he sure loves what he sees. It reminds him of their younger days. When she was shameless and he was railing her whenever where ever. He pets her hair and lowers her head further down his cock. Praising her. Talking about how she makes him feel and such.

When he gets close to the finish he starts going off about how he's going to fuck her open for doing this to him. Maybe put another baby in her.

The wife is all excited, now she's reminded of how shameless Miguel was back then. She gets all embarrassed and keeps sucking and slurping until he finishes down her throat 🤭

It's Miguel's turn to get spoiled 🤭.

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Dreams were something you didn't indulge talking about too much given the randomness of said events. You'd often dream about funny yet strange things that absolutely meant no sense.

Miguel only laughed when you told them about it. But this one in particular had your mind going and your body reacting in such delicious ways.

Hard nipples, soft pants and soaked panties. Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing coming into view was Miguel. Your husband. A sense of pride invaded you everytime you saw the golden band around your fingers.

He was yours and you were his. Sometimes you'd marvel at the fact that you had tamed this 6'9" man. You kissed his neck softly and smirked, sauntering your hands over his body. To your luck, his morning wood had rose, trapped in his pants, in dire need to be free.

Licking your lips, you slowly removed the sheets out of him, hunger made your hands tremble and mouth to water as you let his cock unleashed from it's confinements. The appendage stood tall and proud, fat eight and a half inches waiting for you to do something.

Miguel stirred and sighed, a hand rested on his eyes, preventing the direct light to hit him in the eyes. Your hands took a hold of him, pumping a few times before you kneeled in between his long and we'll worked thighs.

Plump lips kissed his tip, to then trail downwards his base. The feathery touches made his hand to clench and soft groans rasped in his throat. Low and needy.

Smirking, you licked his tip, savoring him, to then taking him in. A satisfied groan from you. One hand stimulated his base as the other one enticed him further by dragging nails softly on his hips and inner thighs. His mouth came gently ajar as you worked his cock.

Your tongue swirling definitely had woken him up. Sleepy and droopy eyes stared down at you to finally widen as you took him deeper. His chest heaved and his fist clenched ontop of his head. It was so mesmerizing to you how his body came out in natural poses worthy of a God, and of course you were all for the worship.

"Qué maravilla."

His breath hitched again as you focused on his tip, the squelching and sloshing noises your lips made his eyes close, relishing the moment. A genuine smile on his lips

"Wouldn't mind to be woken up like..." He choked and laughed softly, "Mierda... mi amor you're... you're so good."

"Hm?" Eyes fluttered at him, visual contact was one of his favorite things you'd learned through the years you've know him.

"Keep going, feels fucking good" He rasped as his hands rested ontop of your head, caressing softly your hair, but tensed as your mouth worked harder. Teeth grazed his skin, ever softly just enough to earn a shudder from him.

"A-Así. Justo así" (Just like that)

His hands took a hold of your hair, fisting it between his knuckles and guided your head at the pace you had picked up. Fingertips massaged your scalp as he continued bobbing your head. Your hands squeezed his hips.

"Por Dios, cariño..." He half laughed and half grunted as you took him deeper, throat muscles constricting around his moist cock. Eyes clenched for a second as his head was thrown back for a moment. His body in override.

"Show me what that mouth can do, mi amor."

His voice hoarse, full of that lust only you knew to spark in him.

Smirking you released him with a pop to immediately engulfing him again. The whole scenario reminded him the time you gave him a blowjob in his car, a couple of days after you had shared your first time together. You were so shameless and he was nervous that someone would catch you. That didn't stopped you from milking him and him teasing you afterwards.

"Yes..." He hissed while bucking his hips against your mouth, pushing a bit deeper into you. Jaw muscles relaxed, allowing him to have easier access to your throat. Your worship was slow but knew how to trigger his delicious reactions.

"Te voy a..." He choked at the last suck, "Te voy a coger bien bien, por andar jugando así conmigo" (I'll fuck you so damn good for toying with me like that)

Your ears perked up and you giggled, excitement growing as your bobbing and suckling turned sloppier and meaner. His shudering moans turned erratic as you guided him to his eventual peak

"Capaz y te hago otro chamaco de nuevo." (Might put a baby inside again)

His mouth gaped, his sharp cheeks flushed, chest heaved and muscles twitched. He groaned as you gagged him completely. Your name was hissed through gritted teeth as he came, he held your head in place; your nose nuzzled at his happy trail, making sure you'd take every drop of him.

He put a strand behind your ear, not letting that to stop you from kissing his tip again to then lick your lips clean while you swallowed with a satisfied smile.

"Yummy"

"Vente pa'ca" (C'mere)

You squealed as he pulled you towards him. Maybe it was time to go for the third O'Hara.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

DBF! Miguel O'Hara

You always wanted him. The older man in your life. At first, you thought it was a silly crush that developed during you senior year, as you finally started to notice him. Your father's best friend.

Miguel O'Hara.

Mid 40's, but didn't look anything like his age. 6'9, rippling muscles, clear skin he obviously takes care of. He wears tight shirts and jeans that hug his thick thighs. Dark brown hair with streaks of silver.

Every time his dark eyes glanced at you, heat pooled in the pit of your stomach and you fought to keep your composure. He's your father's best friend. You've known him your entire life. Additionally, he has a baby mama. There's no way you can do anything with him...right?

That's what you thought until you reached your junior year of college. You still ached for the older man's hand on your soft, trembling body. Any guy you've been with hardly satisfied your needs.

What you needed was a real man - Miguel O'Hara.

You lived off campus at your parent's house. It's cheaper that way. But the house needed to be fumigated. So, for the weekend, you and your family stayed at Miguel's house.

And that's when your dreams became a reality.

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"Ah~! M-Miguel!" you moaned out into the silk covered pillows, gripping the bed sheets as the older man pounded into your pussy from behind.

"That feel good? Huh? Love having an older man's cock inside your tight little pussy?" Miguel growled into your ear, rolling his hips and slamming himself into you.

The force of the thrust rocks your body up the bed and back down on his massive cock, skin making contact with each other.

"Ah! Yes! Oh, Miguel!" you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his veiny cock pumped in and out of your wet pussy. His thick shaft rubbed deliciously against your velvety walls. You feel impossibly full, as if you were going to burst open at any moment.

You never expected Miguel's cock to be so massive. 10 inches at the minimum. So thick that with every thrust, his cock rubs against your clit, stimulating you oh so deliciously.

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"You know," he pants into your ear, elbow propped up on either side of your head, "you're such a dirty slut for coming into my room and begging me to fuck you. Who does that?" He then wraps his long fingers around your neck and squeezes, forcing your head up. "Only a filthy little slut like you would."

Miguel would be lying if he said he never wanted to fuck you. Oh, that would be far from the truth.

Miguel craved for the warmth of you essence on his tongue, wrapped around his cock, or you just on your knees, tears wetting your lashes as you struggled to take his fat cock in your slutty mouth.

But he was waiting for you to initiate things. He was afraid of scaring you off.

Then, he came into his room in the middle of the night. Miguel was staying up to catch up on paper work and you walked into his room wearing those teasing little shorts and a tank top that struggled to keep your breasts contained. All you had to say was, "Miguel, please, I need you." And then he was all over you.

Miguel pounds his fat cock into you repeatedly, your mewls and cries music to his ears. He sucks a hickey into your neck, removing his hand from your throat and sitting up on his knees. He grabs your hips and makes you meet this thrusts.

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You bury your face into the pillow, screaming in pleasure as fluids gushes out of your warm cunt. His bed rocked back and forth with how harshly he was penetrating you, the headboard slamming against the wall. He grabbed the pillow you were holding and places it in the empty space, quieting the slams.

"What do you think would happen if we got caught by your daddy?" Miguel teases, digging the heel of his palm into the soft flesh of your ass. Your cunt clenches tightly around his cock and he groans, smacking your hips. "Oh, you want that, don't you? Want your daddy to find out how much a little slut his daughter became?"

"N-No!" you mewled, noises muffled by his mattress. "I would be so embarrassed!"

"What? Think it's shameful for him to find out I'm fucking his little girl?" Miguel chuckled, tongue darting out to moisten his thick lips. "Can't help myself, cutie, you're just too fucking desirable for me to pass up on. Wanted this pussy for so long and I'm never letting go of it."

Streaks of white cream are left on his throbbing cock. He pulls out, leaving the tip in, and then slams into you. Your arousal jumps out of your slutty hole, spilling onto the sheets.

"Ah! Miguel!"

"Mmm, c-call me Daddy," he purred. Your back arches, plump ass grazing his lower stomach, pussy once again clenching his cock, attempting to keep him in place. He grabs the head board with one hand, the other going to wrap around your neck and forcing you to look at him.

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Miguel's dark eyes brew with insatiable hunger and lust. His lips slightly agape, body glistening with sweat. He leans down to place a couple of kisses on the corner of your mouth, licking your cheek.

"Call me Daddy, baby, or I will stop right here and now." Literally the world's worst threat.

"D-Daddy, please, don't stop!" you cry out, screwing your eyes shut. A coil tightens in your stomach and you moan loudly, squirming. "G-Gonna cum!"

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"Yeah, baby girl? Gonna cum all over Daddy's dick?"

"Ah~! Yes, Daddy!"

"Want Daddy to fill you up? Or do you want Daddy to paint your backside?"

"I'm-ah!-on birthcontrol, Daddy," you moan, licking your lips. "P-Please, I want Daddy's cum inside me. Want to be filled so badly."

He groans. "Such a fucking slut, I swear."

Miguel is slamming ruthlessly into you. He places a hand on the back of your head and shoves your face into the mattress. His head falls back on his shoulders, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he abuses your puffy sex.

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"Oh, Daddy!" you wail, your orgasam wracking through your body, white filling your vision.

Miguel soon cums deep into your womb with a loud groan, his hips stuttering. Your cunt milked out loads and loads out of his cock, right up until he swears his balls are going to shrivel up and turn to dust.

He slowly pulls out, gushes of your fluids and his semen spilling from your stretched hole. He lays down next to you, pulling you into his embrace. He kisses the back of his neck, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

"Did you enjoy yourself, baby? I wasn't too much, was I?" he asks, checking in on you.

"Mm, Daddy, it was amazing," you purr, rubbing his hip. You grab his hand and bring it to your lips, kissing it. "You weren't enough, actually."

"Oh, really?"

"Mmhmm."

"Then I'm going to have to do something about that, right?"

"Yes, please."

You and Miguel fuck all night until the morning, and have to act normal during breakfast.

So worth it.

[crimsonbubble]

size kink + belly bulge + “I don’t think it’ll fit” with Miguel? YES PLZ

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, size kink, tummy bulge *not proofread, just pure horny

[I wrote this while waiting to watch barbie] posted this way too soon on accident so I made some changes-

MINORS DNI!!

Miguel's a menace

a 6'9 tall menace

he's also a whore

but he loves nothing more than to make you watch as he carefully slips into you

watching you writhe as your body tries to adjust to the sheer size and girth of him

presses his palm against the bulge in your stomach when he's buried inside you

miguel 'I'll make it fit' o'hara

"look at you, taking me so well."

"told you it would fit."

[springtyme]

I come to humbly ask if we can please have some Miguel smut? I just really need to be fucked silly by a big strong man 🥺

𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ♡

Thank you for the request! Sometimes you just need to be fucked silly by an almost seven foot tall guy, and that’s valid

Miguel O'hara x afab!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: Smut (18+, mdni!) Language. Lingerie. Biting. Thigh riding, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, cream pie. Miguel picks up the reader, possibly a bit of a size kink (reader's height and body shape isn't mentioned, but Miguel is 6'9 and very big and buff) No spoilers for the movie.

Despite you and Miguel being deeply in love and living together, it’s not much you get to see him.  

You had wanted to surprise Miguel by waiting up for him. And you had tried, you really had, but at last, you had lost the fight against sleep as the hours went by and your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. You had started to snooze off on the couch in your and Miguel’s shared living room a little while ago. 

You know why he does what he does, how he feels like he has a duty, and no matter how much you miss him and how much you worry about him when he’s out there, you’d never ask him to stop. You love him, and you love him even more for everything he does and all the sacrifices he makes to fulfill that sense of duty he has. You really, really love him, but you also miss him. 

You know how much he secretly despises himself for all the nights you have to fall asleep without him, and all the times you wake up to an empty bed too. 

That is why you wanted to surprise him tonight. You wanted to give him a good time, to show you how much you love him. 

To, hopefully, help make him feel a little less guilty about not spending as much time together as you both wish you could and to give him some, much-needed, stress relief. 

You had spent your evening cleaning the apartment. After that you had awarded yourself with an extra long soak in the tub, letting your mind wander as you had scrubbed and lotioned your body. You have actually had this night planned for a few days, and you had even gone out and gotten yourself some new lingerie for the occasion. A beautiful lacey set with matching garters, which you had slipped on after your bath.

It had been a while since you had felt as sexy and confident as you had after looking yourself over in the full-length mirror of your bedroom before you had wrapped your favorite satin robe around yourself and gone to the living room to wait for Miguel to come home. 

And you had waited and waited and waited. 

You are now curled up on the couch, your consciousness floating in a hazy state between wakefulness and sleep. Just as you are about to fully doze off, some kind of sound pierce your mind and you slowly gain a little of your perception back. ‘The door’ you think, it was the click of the front door you heard. The sleepy fog is slowly lifting from your thoughts. And just as you remember what you had planned and what had happened you open your tired eyes to be met with a tall figure towering over you.      

“Mig..?” You croak out, before letting out a little surprised shriek as you’re suddenly being lifted from the couch as Miguel scoops you up in his big, strong arms.  

“Sorry, querida, didn’t mean to wake you.” The familiar baritone of Miguel’s voice is hitting your ears.  You want to protest, he might not have meant to wake you but you hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place.

This is not how you had planned for him to find you when he came home. You had meant for him to step into the living room where you had lit candles, and in your dream scenario you would have scattered a few rose petals on the floor leading to the bedroom, but you had settled with the candles. You would have greeted him with a crooked smile while slowly untying the belt that holds your rope in place. But you had fallen asleep and he has now instead walked in on you sprawled out on the couch, and not in a particularly sexy way. Your plan gone completely down the drain. 

“Why don’t we get you to bed, sweetheart?” He says, already on his way toward the bedroom with you in his arms.     

“No, no, I’m not even tired,” you protest. It might sound like a lie after he just found you knocked out on the couch, but you actually mean it. You suddenly feel wide awake despite how late it is. But you guess that Miguel’s probably exhausted by now and that you shouldn’t even try to put the naughty plan you had made for tonight into action.

 You come to this conclusion, even though it saddens you a little, as you reach your bedroom and Miguel finally sits you down in front of your bedroom door. 

“Get in bed, sweetheart, I’ll join you in a bit, just have to put those candles out in the living room,” he says quickly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before turning around to go back into the living room. 

You sigh as you push open the door to your bedroom, you’re suddenly feeling like an idiot for having thought that this would have been a good idea, to begin with. It is already hours past midnight, he is clearly exhausted and just wants to go to bed.

You untie your robe and walk over to your dresser to pull out a set of soft, unsexy pajamas to change into, but you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, making you stop as you’re just about to change out of your lacey attire

You can’t help but walk over to the mirror to take one last glance at yourself. You had felt so good when you had stood in front of the mirror earlier. You let the now-open robe slide down your shoulders and fall to the floor.

You have to admit, you really made the right choice at the boutique when you picked out this set. It looks amazing, hugging you in all the right places, and somehow manages to look both sexy and classy at the same time. You turn a little in front of the mirror, as you get lost in your own thoughts for a bit, making you not hear when Miguel walks towards the bedroom again. You jump slightly as he opens the door, catching you off guard. 

“What were all those candles even-“ he cuts himself off mid-sentence and stops dead in his tracks as your eyes lock with his in the mirror. 

You see how his eyes scan your near-exposed body, looking you up and down before his eyes again find yours in the mirror. 

“I, uhm, I wanted to surprise you tonight, but I fell asleep…” You shrug a little defeated, but a little glimmer of hope starts to bubble in your chest at the expression on Miguel’s face, hungry and intrigued. 

“You wanted to surprise me..?” He sounds amused, a smile tucking at the corner of his lips. 

“Yeah, it's just that we haven’t seen each other much these last week and I’ve just been missing you and I thought this would be nice, but…” 

“But..?” He arches a brow, a sly smile now plastered on his lips. “I think it’s very nice.”

“Yeah?” You smile back at him, maybe this night hasn’t gone completely out the window after all. 

“Yeah.” He says as he steps over to you. “And I’m sorry that we haven’t seen much of each other. I wish that it could be different, I really do, but-“

“Don’t you dare apologize,” You cut him off. “I know why you have to be out there and I love you for it, Miguel. I just missed you, that’s all.” 

“I miss you too, sweetheart,” he says before putting his arms around you. He just holds you for a little while, letting your bodies do the talking. “Love you so much,” he sighs as he squeezes you a little extra tight before finally letting go of you, only to duck down to crash his lips onto yours.

It starts out sweet, but it doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated.

You only break the kiss after your lungs have started to burn and you literally need to stop so that you can catch your breath, but Miguel just takes this as an opportunity to start licking and kissing his way up your neck. Your eyes roll back as he reaches an especially sensitive spot just under your ear, and you tilt your head a little to the side to give him better access. 

Your action is not lost on him and you let out a little whine as he starts to suck down at the soft skin with a bit more force until he detached his lips from your skin with a wet pop, only to gently place your earlobe between his teeth. 

“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart,” he says softly into your ear before nuzzling his nose against the side of your neck and taking in a deep breath, almost like he is trying to inhale you, to breathe in your essence to always have a part of you with him.

You can’t help but let out a little whine at his words and you squirm a little in your seat on his lap as the warm tingling in your cunt intensifies and turns into a needy throbbing instead, which makes you start to grind your clothed pussy slowly against Miguel’s muscular thigh. 

Miguel’s hands find your hips, gently squeezing into your soft skin as he starts to slowly move you against his strong thigh whose muscle you can feel flexing under you as he starts to slowly bounce it up and down to match the movements of your hips.

“I have missed doing this with you too,” he says into your skin before he starts kissing your neck again. You let out a low moan and bring your hands up to his hair and you bury your fingers into his dark locks, making him let out a low growl sound from deep within his chest which only makes you all the more turned on. 

“Ah, fuck, Miguel, I-I...” You babble as you feel how the lace of your panties are growing damper and damper against him.

“Just tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he encourages you as he gives your hips a reassuring squeeze, leaning his head back to look at you, his beautiful brown eyes locking with your own.  

“Need you, Miguel,” you pant out, “need you to touch me.”

He is quick to act on your request, lifting you from his lap to flip you over and laying you down on your shared bed, your back against the soft mattresses as he is hovering over you, caging you between his arms. He comes crashing down on you, his lips finding yours in a hungry, passionate kiss, removing one hand from the mattress to sneak it between your bodies.

“Mmm,” you happily hum into his lips as you feel his fingers against your warm skin. 

“God, baby,” He groans as he slips his hand down your panties. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart. You really meant it when you said you have missed me, huh?” 

“Yeah I–oh, fuck–Miguel,” you softly cry, as he starts to circle your clit teasingly slow with his thumb while his middle and index fingers start to slide between wet your folds, coating them in the wetness of your arousal as he starts to tease around your entrance.

You exclaim a series of pathetic whimpering sounds as he starts to slide into you, first pumping into you with one finger but soon adding another, stretching your pussy out on his thick digits. You grab the sheets, clenching the soft fabric in your fist as Miguel starts to pump his fingers faster and faster into you.

“You are so beautiful,” Miguels tell you, he sounds almost drunk at the sight of you getting fucked by his fingers. “My sweet, beautiful girl,” he continues.  

He is curling his fingers, hitting your g-spot, oh so perfectly, and you feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. 

“I-I’m so close, Miguel.” 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, dipping his head down to leave a kiss on your collarbone before bringing his head back up to look at you again. “Come on, baby, I know you can, cum for me sweet thing.”

Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls agape as your walls begin to flutter and squeeze down around Miguel’s girthy fingers as your climax reaches you and washes over you in hot, blissful waves. He keeps pumping into you, letting you ride it out to the fullest. When he finally removes his fingers from you, he slips them between his lips and happily hums as he sucks them clean of your juices. 

“Mmm, you’re so delicious, baby,” he hums, “you think I can have a better taste, sweetheart?” He says as he sits himself down between your legs, hands gently massaging your thighs. 

“I think we can arrange that,” you chuckle, still a little out of breath from your climax. 

“Well, lucky me,” Miguel chuckles as his fingers slip under one of your garters and slowly start to slide it down your thigh and then your calf until you can slip your foot out. You expect him to remove the other garter in a similar way, but he doesn’t, instead, he dips his head down to your thigh, leaving a wet kiss on your warm skin before taking the lace between his teeth and start to slowly slide the garter down your thigh with his mouth. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and lets them follow the garter’s journey down your legs until he has to let go of the delicate fabric between his teeth so you can be freed from the lingerie, leaving you completely bare under him. 

“God, baby,” he gasps out, looking you up and down with a lovestruck look on his face as you lay spread out for him, your legs wide open for him. “You’re so gorgeous,” he continues, hands coming up to gently squeeze your thighs as he spreads your legs even wider. He leans down over you, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips before getting back into position between your legs.   

“So beautiful,” he sighs, locking eyes with you for a second before lowering his head, licking and kissing his way up your groin before burying his face between your thighs. He slides his tongue through your folds. 

He starts out slowly but is soon turning up the tempo as he gets more and more lost in the taste of you. Miguel has always loved eating you out, you sometimes wonder if he is enjoying it more than you and that says a lot cause you really, really enjoy it.  

He adds a little more pressure, making you wail out with pleasure as he nuzzles his nose against your clit while lapping into you with a tempo and precision that has your legs shaking. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tucking at the roots which makes him moan into you. The vibrations of his moan are sending a chill up your spine and you can’t help but buckle your hips, gently grinding against his face as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your second orgasm.   

“Fu-uck, Miguel!” You whine out as your body and mind reaches a state of absolute ecstasy. “I-I’m coming–fuuuck–Miguel I’m coming,” you whimper out in between heavy breaths. Your hips are jerking as Miguel’s tongue keeps fucking you through your climax until you’re feeling too sensitive and gently pushes his face away from your cunt.   

Miguel takes in a heavy breath as he finally detaches his mouth from your pussy.  

“You always taste so good, been way too long since I’ve last tasted you, baby,” he smiles at you as you slowly come back down to the earth after having been sent to cloud nine by his skillful mouth. His chin and lips are glistening in the gentle light of the bedside lamp. 

He climbs up over your body, caging you in between his arms once again as he dives down, kissing your lips so sweet and loving that it has your heart clench with love and contentment.

 You take his face between your hands, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him back as you taste yourself on his lips. The before-so-sweet kiss turns heated as you start licking into his mouth so that you can deepen the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. It’s now that you realize how very naked you are and how very clothed he still is. You break the kiss to look into the deep hickory brown sea of his eyes.  

“I think you should get out of these clothes, you know?” you whisper as you rub your hands up over the fabric covering his broad chest.

“Yeah?” He grins down at you.

“Yeah,” you confirm, a sly smile on your lips as you look up at the man you love. 

He is quick to follow your orders, lifting himself from the bed to get rid of his clothes, but not before planting another sweet kiss on your lips. He first gets rid of his shirt, peeling the fabric off to reveal his broad shoulders and chest. The sight of him undressing for you has your cunt throbbing once again, you don’t even think you have been fully aware of just how horny and how much you have missed being intimate with Miguel these past weeks. You are so pent up and your hands and your vibrator just haven’t been able to satisfy you like how Miguel can. 

His pants are soon following his shirt on the floor and he is left in only a pair of tight boxer briefs that hugs his thick thighs oh so deliciously and looks like they’re about to be bursting at the seams by the immense and rock-hard bulge that he is sporting, a little wet spot of precum darkening the fabric.     

You can’t help but gawk as he starts to slide the garment down his hips and thighs, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing, slapping heavily up against his stomach. Despite how familiar you are with him and his body, and how many times you have seen him like this before, it seems like the sheer size of him never ceases to amaze you and it makes your need for him reach a whole new level.  

“Fuck, baby, I need you inside of me so bad,” you sigh as you reach out for him, sitting up on your knees as he comes back down on the bed to you.  

“Need to be inside of you too,” he grunts as you wrap your hands around the base of his cock, giving him a little squeezing. He really must have enjoyed himself as he ate you out cause his tip is almost purple at this point and already dripping with precum.

It really is a beautiful sight and you can’t help but feel a little proud that you are the reason for his arousal. He has the most beatiful cock you have ever seen, and if you weren't as desperate to have him in you right now as you are you would have got on all fours and choked on it right this instant. But you lay back down on your back instead, sprawling yourself out for him. 

Most often when you’re having sex you’ll be in a position that has you on top, he is so big that you often have to be the one that controls the pace to avoid you becoming all too sore, and so you can at least somewhat walk the next day. But tonight you want him to be in control, to let him have his way with you. 

“Then come here,” you say, smiling up at him as he does as you ask.   

His dark eyes sparkle as they look down at you with awe. He kisses your lips as he positions himself, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. Despite how needy the both of you are, he really takes his time, slowly letting your walls adjust, giving you time to adapt to the size of him as he slowly gives you inch after inch. He is kissing you through the whole thing until he finally bottoms out. You feel so full, the size of him is both slightly painful and absolutely amazing at the same time. 

“God dammit, querida, you feel so good,” he whispers against your lips, “so warm and so fucking tight,” he groans as he gently nibbles at your bottom lip. It has a hot rush of desire run through you and the pain is quickly forgotten, only leaving a feeling of flaming hot love and desire for Miguel in its place. 

“Move,” you sigh into his ear, your voice low and raspy. “Please, Miguel, I-” but you are caught off as he begins to slide out of you only to ram back into you, making you let out a breathy moan. He lifts up your legs, making you cross them around his hips as he pulls out of you again only for him to drill his cock back into you. 

“This is what you wanted, huh?” He asks as he locks eyes with you to see your reaction as he continues his movements. 

“Yes, yes… Just what I wanted,” you nod your head eagerly, already feeling tears of pleasure starting to form in the corner of your eyes. “Been missing this. Fuuuck, been… been missing you.”    

“I’ve missed you too, baby. I hate that I have to leave you so often.” 

He picks up the pace, going at an almost brutal speed now as if to make up for lost time.

“You are doing so good, baby,” he encourages, “taking me so damn well.” 

You are clinging to him for dear life as each of his thrusts pushes you further up the mattress, only for his broad hands, which are firmly planted at your waist, to pull you back down to meet each savage snap of his hips. He kisses along your neck and collarbone, while he murmurs about how beautiful you are, how wonderful and smart you are, and how much he loves you. 

He hits something so perfect inside you and you can feel how the knot in your abdomen tightens and tightens, so close to exploding.

“I’m so… fu-uck, so close.” 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, digging his fingers a little deeper into your skin, “just let go, sweetheart.”

Your nails dig into the flesh of his back as you feel how your entire body fills with bliss. Your walls are clamping down around him, sucking him into your warmth as your climax overwhelms you and rushes of hot, electric euphoria starts to run through your veins, your vision turning blurry and your bones turning to jelly. He kisses you through it and you feel how his dick twitches inside you, signaling that he is about to cum too.

“Inside, Miguel. Inside, please, need to feel you,” you ramble only to hum with delight as a second later as you feel the hot ropes of cum coating your walls as your desperate cunt squeezes down around him to milk every drop of his release. All the while he keeps thrusting into you, fucking his cum deep into you until you are so full of him that it starts leaking out around his shaft. 

You lean forward to plant a kiss on the bridge of his nose as he finally begins to slow his movements, his eyes, which he had shut tight under the intensity of his overwhelming orgasm, slowly opening to look at you.

He kisses you, still not pulling out as you feel his cock slowly starting to soften inside you.

“How do you feel?” He asks when he finally breaks the kiss. 

“Amazing, but I might not be able to walk tomorrow,” you giggle breathlessly, “but that’s future me’s problem,” you smile at him, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“Good thing I’ll be there to take care of you,” he says before pulling you into his arms and gently pressing you up against his broad chest.

“You will?” 

“Yes, baby, I promise,” he says, squeezing you a little tighter, “I’m sorry that we don’t get to spend as much time together as we should, but I promise you tomorrow I’m yours.”  

“I love you, Miguel, so so much,” you whisper, placing your hand over his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I love you too, baby,” he says as he brings your hand to his mouth and gives it a gentle kiss.

[vvh1sk3y]

Please a humble request! Can I have relationship HC’s with König! Much appreciated 💜💜💜

hehe of course ♥️

character(s): könig, gen!reader

warning(s): mentions of anxiety, könig's got it rough

könig is very much the shy one in your relationship. it takes him quite some time to feel comfortable engaging and asking to do certain things. he'll often beat around the bush or wait for you to make a move.

he needs constant reassurance. the poor man overthinks everything. if you look at him the wrong way he'll probably cry in the bathroom because he'll think you're mad at him. he is always worried there is someone much better than him out there that you'll leave him for.

he has absolutely no experience with relationships. no one ever liked him growing up, and the one time he asked a girl out he was purposely led on, manipulated, and then made fun of. after that, he found himself too scared to even attempt to flirt, never mind ask anyone out.

könig is so unbelievably touch-deprived. no one has ever touched him romantically in his life and the last time he was held or comforted by someone was as a young child, so small things like a hug or hand-holding will make his entire day.

he is a very large man- i imagine him to be 6'9 or so-, and of course that draws a lot of unwanted attention to him. people will sometimes stop and ask him tall he is or just stare. he feels much more comfortable with you by his side if he ever goes out. having you there to squeeze his hand and silently reassure him that he is okay means the world to him and makes life a bit easier.

he likes to be held, even if it's hard because of his large size. he likes resting his head on your thighs or your chest and having you pet or play with his hair :)

an ideal date for könig would be going to a botanical garden, when it's not busy that is, or going somewhere with lots of plants or wildlife. he knows a lot about nature and likes to tell you random facts about animals or plants he sees.

he likes to write you romantic poems and letters, he has a hard time telling you how he feels (he gets very very nervous and embarrassed) so instead, he'll slip you a paper with something he wrote and will go in the other direction. for your birthday, he wrote you a very long and elaborate letter in a card and was beat red and fidgeting as you read it.

he can be quite romantic at times. he likes to set up little candle-lit dinners at home and share an expensive bottle of wine with you.

könig is a huge nerd, he is a big fan of all things fantasy. lord of the rings, dungeons & dragons, etc. it was one of the many things he got picked on for growing up, and because of that, he kept it a more private interest until he felt comfortable enough talking about it with you. you'll randomly ask him questions about it just to see his face light up and to hear him talk.

likes calling you schatz (treasure) or liebling (darling) :,)

he taught you some german once thinking it would be fun to have you learn, but it makes him so flustered to hear you speak it.

[yawnderu]

I’m sorry for sending another request AKDHSJSHSJ u don’t have write this if u don’t want to

ok so it’s kinda similar to my last request but reader is the evil queen. Like the one from snow white. They ask their mirror who the fairest one of all is and instead of it being her, it’s Miguel. So she decides to journey to him and try to kill him but instead ends up fucking him

Snow White!Miguel O'Hara x Evil Queen!Reader

''Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?''

''Famed is thy beauty, Majesty. But hold, a manservant I see. Rags cannot hide his gentle grace. Alas, he is more fair than thee.'' The mirror on the wall spoke, much to your horror. There had never been anyone who could compete with your beauty, yet you knew the magic mirror could not lie to you.

''Alas for him! Reveal his name.'' You demand, curious to know who exactly took your place. You'd have no issues paying them a visit.

''Eyes like darkened carmine resin, hair the brown of aged mahogany, skin like the mellow-brown light that bathed the forest.'' Was all the mirror replied, yet that was enough for you to know who exactly he was talking about.

''Miguel O'Hara.'' You spat out through clenched teeth, recognizing the features of the little rascal you haven't seen in over 20 years. His mother kept him hidden from the outside world, yet you'd never imagined that was to protect him from your wrath.

... Tough luck for the little bastard, as you now stand outside of a humble cottage disguised as a mere peasant, taking a deep breath before your knuckles make contact with the door. You hear a crash on the inside and a string of curses in Spanish before the door opens, a tall, tanned man opens the door with a small smile, sweat pooling on the middle of his thick eyebrows- it seemed he was in the middle of doing chores.

''Sí?'' He asked quietly, a small, nervous smile on his face as he looks down at you. He changed a lot ever since the last time you saw him- he's now much taller than you, dwarfing your frame with his behemoth 6'9 body, his features are way more defined and he carries himself with more confidence than when he was a scrawny kid.

''Oh, my. You've grown quite a lot, Miguel.'' You reply in your best fake tone, hiding the fact that you want to rip his heart out for having the audacity to take your place. He simply nods once, waiting for you to continue.

''I'm your mother's friend, she told me to wait for her inside.'' You don't even wait for him to reply before you walk past him, ignoring his confused stammering behind you. His mother never invites friends over, opting for completely alienating him from the outside world in fear he'd escape her controlling grasp. He was about to stop you, yet having company other than his family was nice enough for him to ignore all the red flags.

''Lo siento, I was cleaning before you-'' You dismiss him with a flick of the wrist, taking seat on a chair in the dining room before you motion for him to sit down next to you. As annoyed as you were, you were curious about him enough to ignore the urge to claw his heart out. For now. He nods his head, sitting down next to you, his red eyes looking curious as he waits for you to start the conversation.

''I've never seen you around, Miguel. Why is that?'' You ask curiously, tilting your head to the side as you wait for him to explain the lies his mother fed him for over 30 years.

''My mother says it's not safe outside, lots of hunters and wild animals.'' He replies politely, fully believing the lies carved into his brain from a young age, despite the small frown on his plump lips. ''Gabriel is allowed to go outside, though.'' His frown deepens as he thinks about how unfair the treatment is, yet his gaze focuses on you the moment your hand rests on his thigh. He raises an eyebrow, giving you a questioning look.

''Isn't that unfair?'' You ask with mock empathy, pretending to match his frown. ''You're so much bigger and braver than Gabriel is, yet Conchata doesn't let you go out... how odd and cruel.'' As if your plans for him aren't crueler. You resist the urge to smile as he nods his head in agreement, seemingly already used to your hand on his thigh. Hook, line, and fucking sinker.

''I could help you see the outside world, you know?'' You say gently, your hand starting to slowly run up and down his leg, yet he doesn't seem to protest yet.

''My mother wouldn't like that... I try my best to be respectful.'' He already spent his teenage years trying to escape and getting punished for it. He got it out of his system already.

''Ah, but you wouldn't like to see the huge castles? All the animals on the outside, tasting the best food the country has to offer...'' You trail off, your hand slowly cupping his groin. You hear him suck in a breath, his leg slowly starting to bounce, yet all he can do is nod his head in agreement with you. He'd love to see all those things, it's everything he ever wanted. Maybe he could even fall in love, like in those fairy tales he reads whenever he's not being burdened with chores.

''I'd love that.'' He said softly, his eyes closing when you started rubbing his groin softly, your fingers teasingly squeezing his hardening length as you continued to make conversation like nothing is happening. You just started touching him, yet his breathing was already growing heavier, his bulky chest rising up before falling as his head slightly tilted back.

''I could show you great pleasures, if you let me.'' This time, you're not talking about the outside world. Your hands fumble with the zipper of his pants once he nods his head, eyes still closed as he softly bites his plump lower lip.

There's no harm on playing with your prey, is what you tell yourself as you bring him in for a kiss, your hand gently rubbing up and down his thick shaft as he softly groans into your mouth, his inexperienced tongue wrapping around yours as you both battle for dominance. Of course, despite his best efforts, you win. He breaks away from the kiss, bending down until his forehead is leaning on your shoulder as you continue to jerk him off, fingers teasingly rubbing against the mushroom tip, pre-cum only serving as lube once you continue your movements.

''Good boy.'' You praise, and he can sense the arrogance in your tone, yet it feels too good for him to ask you to stop. He lets out deep moans and groans as you keep going, already feeling himself going to the edge before you suddenly stop. He looks up at you with an exasperated expression, though he doesn't protest once he sees you sit down on the table, gown folded on your stomach as you expose yourself to him. He doesn't need to think twice before getting on his knees, sloppily starting to lick your cunt with his inexperienced tongue. He's clumsy, yet his plump lips and big tongue feel too good for you to care.

''Keep going.'' You moan out and he obeys like a dog, eating your pussy out like a starved mad man who just found a home. His tongue seeks shelter inside your cunt, pushing itself in and out as he begins to rub his dick up and down, the same way he has been doing for so many years, thinking about this moment. He tries to go back to licking your cunt as you push him away, yet your glare is enough for him to stop, standing up when you instruct it.

''Put it in.'' You say bluntly, too impatient to wait for him to be inside you. It has been so long, and although you're still mad about him taking your place, you'll deal with him properly when the time comes. He nods his head, carefully lining up his dick to your hole, moaning when the sensitive skin makes contact with the mix of his saliva and your arousal. He starts to slowly go in, hissing as your tight cunt swallows him up, his forehead resting on your shoulder. You can feel the bared fangs against your neck, yet you know he's too good to do anything.

''Ay, Dios...'' He groaned once he bottomed out, his moaning mixing in with yours as he began to move, slowly building up a faster rhythm as his arms wrapped around your waist. He was now slamming into you, looking into your eyes a few times to bask in your expression, always making sure you're also feeling good. Your long nails scratched down his back, his low growls making you smirk.

''Just like that.'' You said between moans, already feeling yourself close to the edge as your hand came down to rub your hardened clit as Miguel went faster and deeper, fangs bared as he looked down at you. At this point, his behemoth frame was using your much smaller body as a fleshlight, too lost in experiencing pleasure for the first time to even bother being embarrassed.

''Voy a-'' He interrupted himself as he pulled out, jerking himself off while you were still too dazed from your orgasm, barely managing to feel the warm liquid landing on your wet, abused hole.

[cherryredstars]

HELLO BABE !!

just wanted to say CONGRATS ON 1K FOLLOWERS/CHERRYS

Umm I just wanted to request something hmm oh yea I saw an firefighter!Miguel

so firefighter!Miguel x bookworm!Reader (fem) miguel ohara age: 32,reader age :29

(reader appearance: wears big circles glasses and usual wear oversized shirts or hoodie,and baggy pants)

Where reader was reading one of the newest book she find interesting in the huge library she come almost everyday if not working,as she sitting down in her usual spot in the library,no ones knows who put the fire,or how the fire come inside the library,as she didn't notice the fire coming,if it wasn't for miguel saving her life (reader was the one last surviver),the only thing she saw was him,and how he voice helped her through the fire,even when she thought she was going to die,she woke up in an hospital bed,the nurses said that miguel Ohara was the one who saved her,and after that she at least wanted to give him something for saving him,at first he was rude and bit annoyed by her,and telling her to leave and that he was other things that more important,but that didn't stop the poor bookworm! Reader,she would come to the firefighter place a d give them sweets and others,but she could give miguel an special hand craft scarf for him with his logo,he just grabbed it and went to his firefighters dorm room ( i just learned that firefighters have their own dorm room like their own section for them),she was an happy that he becoming more open with her,little by little miguel becoming more comfortable with his little bookworm,enjoying when she speaks about the latest series of her favorite author,loving her voice when she reads him her favorite books to him,when he get the chance too,his close friend notice that this 6'9 gaint seem to be more eager to come to work,and if you looked at his eyes there an spark in his eyes,whenever he see you with that cheerful smile

IDK I wanted an fluff but AGAIN CONGRATS ON 1K and also I fine with waiting however you like for this one,this was just an thought lingering in my head,if you want you could put this into an fic 😅

ANYWAY HAVE AN GREAT DAY

Pairing: Firefighter!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Fires and Hospitals

Summary: Food is a way to a man’s heart, they say. 

Word Count: 1.4K (Not Edited)

They say it was caused by a sparking outlet. 

A collection of those hot sparks strong enough to catch on the worn down fibers of the carpet, traveling along the floor and building on the glossy wooden shelves and aged pages of paper. Pages and binding glue and wood charring and giving off heavy exhaust. Creating heat that felt like you were nearing the sun naked. The rundown building and its almost non-existent sprinkler system was no match for the roaring fire. 

You hadn’t seen it, too absorbed over the inked pages to notice the hazy cloud making its way to the back of the library. Your headphones playing soft tones just loud enough to block out the sound of panicked steps from the very few patrons studying in the late hours. It wasn’t until the smoke started to thicken, a sputtering cough leaving your lips. You had ignored the first few coughs, massaging your throat to try to soothe it of the sudden ache and dryness. Until it wouldn’t stop, a difficulty to breath started to build in your lungs as your arm came around your nose and mouth. 

The smoke had swirled menacingly above you, a sense of clueless panic embodying your frame as an orange glow started to burn your way. You had looked frantically for a way out, finding it almost impossible in the darkening smog. You were sure you were done for, tears building up in your eyes from either the smoke or your fear. You were on the verge of passing out, knees buckling when a strong arm had wrapped around you and picking up your body effortlessly. Your vision had started to blur and darken at the edges, finally giving in when the first burst of fresh air entered your lungs. 

When you had woken up at the hospital, you were glad to find you had only inhaled too much smoke. You were cleared quickly, discharged with a teasing warning to not get too lost in your books again and a small scolding about how lucky you were that the local fire department captain was there to save you. You had bashfully thanked them, already forming a plan in your head to pay back the brave firemen for saving you. 

You had showed up a few days later, nervously holding a tray of baked sweetness. A kind fireman had guided you inside, bringing you to the small department kitchen to place the tray down. The firemen had thanked you graciously for the sweets, making jokes that you should get caught up in fires more often if this was their thanks. You had laughed along kindly, getting swept up in conversation with some of the younger men until someone had called out the word captain. 

You had quickly looked over, seeing a tanned skin giant. He had a furrowed brow, his thick hair slightly messed up from his helmet. His eyes had instantly darkened when he had seen you start to approach. You had grown shy over his attention, muttering out a small thanks for rescuing you. His jaw had ticked then before going into rant about how irresponsible you were, how you should be more observant about your surroundings. A flaming flush had overcome your face as the rest of the crew had stopped their idle chatting at the sound of their chief’s booming voice. You had fidgeted nervously, pulling at the sleeves of your hoodie and resisting the urge to reach up and adjust your glasses as everyone watched you get chewed out. 

When he was done, you had meekly agreed and added in a softer tone that you had left some homemade treats in the little kitchenette for him and the rest of the crew. He had instantly felt bad, here he was (rightfully) repriming you like a five year old when all you wanted to do was give your thanks and give the underappreciated firefighters something good to lighten up their day. He didn’t get the chance to apologize when the firefighter who had brought you in gently guided you back out. Miguel had to stop himself from snapping at his second in command when he had passed by with a pat on the shoulder and a little ‘ try be a little nice to the public, yeah?’

He had gotten that chance the next week, when you had come over during lunch time. He had been in his office, looking up from his paperwork when hurried steps ran down the hall. He had been curious, thinking he might have missed an alarm. He had followed the excited recruits, finding himself in the kitchenette where you had stood at the table. You stood with a wide smile, making quick conversation as you dished out plates of lasagna. It was still steaming, and plate after plate found its way into your hands to be served some Italian heaven. Miguel’s stomach rumbled at the mouth watering aroma, hesitantly grabbing his own plate and following the lineup. When he had reached you, your smile dimmed a bit before returning. You had shyly filled his plate, earning a small thanks from him before he went to find a spot to enjoy his food. 

He had finally gotten his chance to apologize as you were beginning to pack up, stacking your now empty trays on top of each other and trying to not let them drop as you made your way to your car. Miguel was quick to follow after you, grabbing some of the trays for you and helping you place them in the trunk of your car. He had apologized for his behavior quietly under his breath, adding a thanks for the treats this week and last week. The smile you had given him made his heart skip slightly, standing there as your car drove away. 

From then on, it became routine. Every week you would come with something new to feed the large firefighters, befriending the city heroes with home cooked meals and sweets. Everytime Miguel heard the rush of footsteps outside his dorm or office, his head would perk up and he found himself discarding whatever he was doing to go to the kitchen. On lazy days after you finished serving out the food, Miguel would sit with you at the table. He would let you drone on about your day or a book you were reading as he filled out paperwork. Even with the work in front of him, he paid every ounce of attention towards you. He would pause when writing, looking up at you to watch the ways your eyes shined or you added emphasis to your words with your hands. He would ask small questions just to prove he was listening, and you would give him an animated response. 

His favorite visit by far was sometime during winter. You had come with jugs of hot chocolate, serving it out to everyone who looked at you like you were Santa Claus. Miguel watched from afar, liking to be the last to be served so he had you all to himself afterwards. You had a gentle smile on your face, asking the recruits how many marshmallows they wanted and if they wanted some peppermint. He was completely enamored by you, the other firemen taking notice of how he was already around the kitchen around the usual time you came each week. 

When he finally came up to you, you had given him a bright smile and served him his drink. The warmth that spread in his chest from the smooth liquid made him sigh out satisfied. He had stood with you, making quiet conversation as you finished loading the heavy jugs. As you were about to leave, you suddenly perked up. You excitedly go to the passenger seat of your car, a small bounce in your steps as you hide something behind your back.

“Close your eyes Migs.”

He instantly followed your soft command, his body sparking when your soft hands grabbed his own. Something soft and delicate is placed into his open palm and he closes his fist around it when you let go. He slowly opens his eyes, thumb rubbing against the soft knitting. His heart practically sings when he sees the scarf in his hold. It's the same color as his under uniform, the fire department logo stitched into one end. He gives it a soft squeeze before thanking you, wrapping his arms around your small frame. 

The rest of the day he had a bright aura around him, not even minding the teasing banter the recruits gave him as he slipped the scarf around his neck as they all prepared to go home. 

He simply turned to them with a small smile, shrugging off their chuckles with a: “You’re all just jealous that you don’t have a pretty thing making things for you.”

Last request before the 1K Prompts!

[eternalsams]

What if Miguel met the Moon boys?? 👀🌙🕷️

Very interesting question!

I think Miguel would like Jake the most, they're both 'Hispanic', I mean that, it's canon that Jake speaks Spanish even when he's talking to English speakers, probably because he feels more comfortable with his mother tongue(?). So I think that he would like Miguel a lot because they could talk in Spanish all the time and the others would be like "wtf are you saying". I also think they're very similar.

Now, with Marc, I think Miguel would get pretty quickly annoyed. The whole "I wanna save everyone and I don't deserve the love people give me" persona gets on his nerves. But wait, doesn't that remind you of someone? Oh yeah, Miguel. They're the same, but you know what they say, the Nile is a river in Egypt.

Speaking of Egypt! Steven would be soooo intimidated by Miguel. Do I really need to explain myself here? The man is supposedly 6'9'' while Steven's only 5'7''! And that's when he straightens all the way up, because I'm a firm believer he lowers himself a bit down with the whole introverted persona. But while Steven is scared of him, I think Miguel would be rather fond of him (secretly).

+bonus

"He's got fangs, Marc!" Steven whisper-shouts at his reflection in the mirror in the bathroom where he locked himself after receiving the weirdest visit. "I saw that! Give me the body and I'll deal with him." Marc reponds softly, trying to calm Steven down. "You really think you could handle a guy that big? You've gone mad!" Steven glances through the opening of the door and sees Miguel in their kitchen.

"You're gonna get the three of us killed..." He sighs and Marc rolls his eyes in the mirror before he feels Jake trying to front too. "Come on. If he wanted to kill us, he would have tried sooner, don't you think?" Jake's thick accent reaches Steven's ears and he opens his eyes wide. "Wait... He said his name is Miguel. Do you think he's Mexican or something?" "Or something." Jake shrugs. Not another second was wasted as Steven abandons the body to Jake and he hears Marc groan. "Really? Him? Do I have to remind you that he's the guy who went several times into killing sprees!"

"Ahora me toca a mí jugar." Jake smirks as he opens the bathroom door and joins Miguel in the kitchen.

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 3

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: None I think

Bull-headed

The wild, red hair that sprouted from the man's head unmistakably belonged to Eustass Kid. Orange eyes aflame with rage glared at you as the man snatched the goggles you had discarded from the ground and placed them on his head. It was all coming together in your head. Of course you didn't recognize Killer. His face was normally hidden behind a shield of blue and white. The thing you had initially identified as a stupid looking colander was what remained of Killer's mask. It, along with Kid's goggles, must have been ripped from the two men in the tumultuous sea. 

You took a step back to put some distance between you and he. This wasn't the first time you had met these two particular pirates. The first time had been a very long time ago, when they were just starting out as pirates and you were just a cadet. For a moment you were nervous that he might recognize you, though with the right half of your face being disfigured since then, it was unlikely. In that brief meeting years ago, you had the upper hand. Sizing him up now though... If you were at your best, you still weren't sure you could take him. He was much smaller the last time you saw him. Well, as small as one Eustass Kid could be. Currently though, he was back up on his feet at his full height of 6'9" and he had a murderous aura about him, which snapped you to the present.

"Wait," you had your hands up in the universal gesture for 'I mean no harm' and I'm stalling for time.  "Without me, he'll die," you said, nodding your head in the direction of the Kid Pirates' first mate. It was sort of a lie. The truth was that he would probably be fine as long as he didn't get an infection and someone sewed him up soon. 

Kid looked at his crewmate and looked back to you. He looked like he was contemplating how true that really was. 

You continued, "I was going to get my first-aid kit when you..." There was a dull ache in your neck. "...pretty rudely attacked me for no reason."

Kid's lip curled. "FI-. Fine." He winced as his voice cracked. Kid massaged his Adam's apple and cleared his throat. "But if he dies, then you die." You could tell he kept his voice low to avoid another crack, but his demeanor didn't change. 

Turning, you wondered if he would use this opportunity to attack you again, but he must have believed you because you weren't being tackled or choked out. You could feel his smirk burning into your back, though, as you went to fetch your things. Wish I still had seastone bullets. What use is an emergency gun if the threat is a magnetic son of a bitch? It was your turn to glare. With narrowed eyes, you gave the middle finger in Mini's general direction. "Thanks for helping, you ass," you muttered. Some twigs snapped in response. 

It only took a minute to grab the things you needed and within 15 minutes you were back. The Red Menace was sitting next to Killer, cross-legged, with a jar tipped back into his mouth. Y/C/E flicked to the other empty jars on the ground next to him and your temper flared. "HEY! What in the hell do you think you're doing, helping yourself to my food?" For just a second, he looked like a boy who got caught with his hands in the cookie jar. 

A look of guilt flashed across his face before it was replaced with a scowl. "I was fucking hungry." 

Tossing your things to the ground next to Killer, you flopped down with a huff. "Yeah well. You better get used to it." Orange eyes watched you intently as you took out some sinew and a needle made from a tiny rib bones. Expertly, you threaded your needle and decided to start on the leg wound. It was still nice and clean under the cloth from earlier. You repositioned the flesh to properly plan your stitches. It was a little jagged, but it wouldn't be difficult. Plenty of time had passed on the island, you had your fair share of injuries with only yourself to fix them. Probably good thing he's out because this is gonna hurt a little. With deft hands, you worked at closing the gash. Your eyes flicked between what you were doing and Kid. His knuckles were white and he was craning his neck to watch what you were doing. "Can you do something other than hover? Something productive?" His scowl deepened at that so you were taking it as a "no". He wasn't making you nervous. Actually he was kind of annoying you. You finished stitching Killer's leg within the next few minutes and bit the excess off. Examining the finished product, you nodded, satisfied. 

A deep sigh left the captain across from you. Was he holding his breath? Is he really that worried? That's actually... Not what you expected. Cute even. Cute wasn't the right word. Refreshing, that even the ruthless Captain Kid seemed to care this much over his partner. For the first time, you noticed that along with the empty food jars, Kid had grabbed his first mate's broken mask too.

You shifted over to move behind Killer's head, gently lifting it to be propped up on your crossed legs and trying to sort through the blond mane to map the entirety of the laceration. God there's so much hair. "I think I might have to cut some of it away." You were talking to yourself, but you felt the giant next to you bristle.

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT." 

"I am right next to you. You don't have to yell." If your hands weren't occupied separating Killer's hair, you might have thrown them. You looked him up and down, with a scowl to match his own. "Seriously, go make yourself useful. Find something to eat, since you ruined my dinner." Naturally, your voice had authority in it. You did used to have a crew of your own after all. 

Kid must have picked up on it. "Oh? You know who I am and you still think you can give me an order?" His head was cocked to the side. 

You got your needle ready again, only briefly considering stabbing him, before starting to mend Killer's head. So he wants to play this game...  You planning on being nice and helping him, helping them both, by showing him what he could and could not eat. You weren't going to waste precious calories arguing. "Sorry... you're right." You sighed. "I'll finish up here and leave you to it." This island was lush, no doubt, but it took you a long time to figure out which things you could eat without shitting yourself silly the next day. It'll build character to let Eustass Kid struggle. You ignored him until you were done with the last stitches. "All set." 

You stood up and brushed yourself off. "I'll find you later so I can check on him. I don't need you hunting me down because his wounds got infected." You gathered your things into the sled that was still waiting from your excursion this morning. "Not to give you an order or anything, but you can put his clothes back on. I cleaned them." The wet clothes that Kid had been in earlier had long since dried with a thin, salty crust. 

"WHATEVER."

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Since this story is based on my OC, here she is so you can have an idea of what reader's scars look like.

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[foxxology]

What’s like the official height for Grian now, in feet? He looks as tall as an enderman, and it would be so funny to me if he was

He is probably rocking the close to 7ft

.......

wait......

should.... should Sentinel Grian be 6'9?

[lqtusxtearz]

Florist

Summary:

A florist in their hometown is known for being kind and cheerful. A large luminous hexagon emerges in front of their business one night, and a tall guy, Miguel Ohara, enters and hands them a flower. They are taken aback and inquire whether they are Y/N Mendoza. Miguel is taken aback and asks if they may stay in his store for a bit to repair his gadget. They become friends and spend time together, behaving as though they are married.

They finally fixed his gadget after a month of being with Miguel, and he doesn't want to go. Miguel informs you that he must return because someone need his services. You don't take it well, but you also don't make him stay with you. On

You are a florist in your home town, and you are well known as a kind and bubbly person.

You are an average person who takes care of the flowers until one night, as you close your shop, a big glowing hexagon appears right in front of your shop. You were about to scream, but a big man who is around 6'9 tall who would not freak out when there's a man come out of the portal and just covers your mouth to prevent you from screaming? The tall man shook you and forced you two to get inside your shop, and you were just standing there looking at the man with petrified eyes. He saw this, and he sighed. He walks toward you and gives you a flower that you are not familiar with. You look at him, confused, and he looks at you, waiting for you to take the flower. You take it and look at the tall man and ask, "What are you? Who are you?" you said to him, not taking your eyes off him. You might now know what this man's intention is, so you grab the nearest thing that you can hold and just hold it. In the meantime, he saw this and sighed, "By any chance you are Y/N Mendoza?" You were shocked because he knows your name. You raise an eyebrow, looking up and giving him a judgmental look, and shake your head as a no. He groans, nods, and looks around. He checks his thing on his wrist, and you look at it confused. He grumbles in Spanish and is pissed, causing you to get scared and raise the thing that you held minutes ago for defense: "Hey..uhm, can I stay here for a while until I fix my gizmo?" he asks. You were about to say no, but your brain just said, If you say no, he will just stay here, but this time with a body to burry, so you automatically nodded and smiled weirdly. He looked at you confusedly and nodded.

So that's how you met Miguel Ohara; he's been staying for a week fixing his gizmo, and you two have been slowly getting close by Chatting for an hour or more, cracking jokes, and even baking a cupcake once for him. He is also helping you in your shop by entertaining your customers and helping you wrap some flowers. One time, when you were cooking adobo, you cut your hand because of how clumsy you are. You are more focused on your favorite series on TV than your work, causing you to cut your hand. When Miguel knew about this, he went full-time and scolded you about how you should be more focused on your work than your Series on TV, and since that day he has been with you in the kitchen, helping you and reminding you to focus on your work. There's one time when you are at your shop and you like to listen to your customers cute moments with their husband or boyfriend. It makes you happy and even fangirl when the quality time is wholesome. You heard him chuckle at the back, looking at you with loving eyes. "Wanna recreate it?" he said, looking at you, waiting for an answer, and well, you are flustered. "Just go back inside and watch something, you said, chuckling a bit. A week has turned into months, and you love spending time with him. You two act like a married couple, and sometimes the locals misunderstand that you two are married. "Ikaw Dai Ako pana e kasal na nako siya tanawa murag mo Bana ug Asawa aguy! "The old woman said to you as she bought the flower for her husband's grave, and what she said made you blush hard enough for the red to get Visible and giggle a little.

After a month of staying with you, Miguel finally fixed his Gizmo, but he doesn't want to leave you after all. You two got so close, but he has to return because someone out there needs him. He told you, and well, you didn't take it too well, but then again, you didn't force him to stay with you, so you have to learn to accept it. On the day that he was going to leave, you cried so much that your eyes are now puffy. "Don't worry, I promise you I'll visit, okay?" he said to you, which made you happy that he would visit, so you nodded, not able to stop your tears.

Once he was gone, your shop became gloomy, and your regular visitors asked where he was, but you always said that he went back home. At night, you waited for him every night, expecting him to come back into your arms again, but after days of waiting became weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, and on July 23rd, you gave up and tried to forget him, and you asked yourself, Why do you always wait for him? Why do you always have hope that he will actually come back? why? You ask yourself that, but the answer is quiet.

Miguel, in the meantime, once he is back at the headquarters, he tries to get back to you, but he can't, and he doesn't know why. He tries to find your Universe, but he can't for some reason. He even asks his AI, Layla, but even she can't find it. No matter how hard she tries, she just can't, but he doesn't give up; he asks Spider-Byte, even though she doesn't know until Spider-Byte has said something that pissed Miguel off.

"Maybe this Universe that you are looking for doesn't exist, or maybe her universe Vanished like a big crunch?"

He looked at her, pissed. "That's impossible! That universe exists! I even stayed there for a month! That's impossible!"

The truth is that he is scared. Maybe what she said is the truth; maybe your universe died; maybe... It vanished. He is scared, so he keeps trying until July 23rd, 3:45 a.m. He found the universe that you live in, but you were dead. You were stabbed to death late at night. because your door is not locked and you were sleeping on the couch, and you had your plate ready at the table near you waiting for him, but instead of Miguel, it was something else. It was death.

[anon-unofficial]

@blackkatdraws why did you have to make him so tall got damn /pos

"OHhhhhh hiii Black." (Are... are they okay?)

here's my narrator (fiend) meeting @blackkatdraws's narrator (black)! specifically drawn because i found out that black was 5 inches taller than fiend (who's already 6'4) and i had to make a shitpost about how fiend is intimidated by people taller than him. i didn't need to put so much effort into the art but i did anyways

i hope i did black justice because drawing him was such an emotional rollercoaster /j

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Hi! I love your work!

I was wondering if I could request a Miguel O’Hara x chubby female reader. She’s not exactly shy or insecure about her body, and she wears glasses. She meets Miguel in a line for a cafe, she’s reading a classic book while waiting in line and is totally aware of her surroundings(and she’s not even a spider person)

The place is robbed and reader loses her glasses while being held at gunpoint. Spider-Man saves the day, and reader asks where Miguel went.

You don’t have to do this, but if you do and include smut stuff, the reader keep her glasses on please.

Waaait cause why is this so cute😭

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara × Chubby!Reader

Summary: you're standing in a long, slow moving line reading a book and a certain superhero can't keep his eyes off of you

A/N: I tried working on this while I was at work, but my phone is busted and tends to glitch, and it kept uploading while I was in the middle of writing and wouldn't let me put it in drafts. I was so mad LMAO anyways enjoy!

You're standing in line with your nose buried in a novel, finger tips pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose. Call you a cliché for reading in line, but come on, you're getting to the juicest part!

A soft hum push past your plump lips, tongue darting out to moisten the pad of your index finger to help flip to another page. Your eyes indulge the flow of the words, heart quickening as the scene grows mortifying and intense. Will the hero be able to save his lover? Or will he have to make the fatal decision of sacrificing her to save himself?

The line shifts and you take a step forward, peering up for a moment to glance at the menu before returning to your novel.

Yet a tremor racks through your body as you feel a pair of eyes on you. Begrudgingly, you remove your gaze from the pages, looking around to find the source.

And oh.

Standing off to the side is a tall man with dark skin, brown hair, shades adorning his handsome face staring at you. His cheeks darken at getting caught and he looks away, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

A blush rises along your cheeks and you make an attempt to go back to reading your book, moving along with the line, but your head turns slightly to get another peek of the handsome man, pushing your glasses back up.

The man is leaning against the wall, messing around with a gadget on his wrist, and this time, you're the one who gets caught for staring.

But you don't look away.

A small smile appears on your face and you give a little wave with your fingers. The man's eyes widen beneath his shades and he looks away with a small, shy pout, his arm rising a bit to give you a wave back.

You chuckle to yourself, coming up next in line and ordering yourself a iced matcha latte. You now stand off to the side with your book tucked under your arm, a few inches away from the handsome stranger.

"What are you reading?" he said after a long stretch of silence. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing down at you.

The size difference is mind boggling. He stands at 6'9 and you're below 5'5. And he finds it to be cute.

"Oh? This?" you hold the book up, staring at it. Your hand runs over the hard book, smiling. "It's the fourth installment of my favorite series. I'm at the part where the hero is faced with a difficult decision."

The man nods, almost in understanding. "That's a pretty thick book. How many pages is it?"

"Almost one thousand."

"Impressive," he said with a nod, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He's sweating.

"What's your name?" You say with the tilt of your head, finding his shyness to be adorable. You introduce yourself.

"I'm Miguel. Miguel O'Hara," he responds.

"Miguel," you say slowly, testing his name on your tongue. You smile brightly, craning your neck to beam up at him. You hold your hand out. "Nice to meet you, Miguel."

Miguel's large hand engulfs yours to shake, and his entire body heats up from how small and chubby your hand is in yours, and he's nearly reluctant to let go.

He swears he's never met someone so beautiful before. His hands itch to touch your soft, rounded body. His talons threaten to poke out so they can trace along your iridescent stretchmarks that's hidden beneath your clothes. Your kind, happy expression sends butterflies into his stomach and he looks away, taking his hand back and wiping his sweaty palms on his shirt.

"It's nice to meet you, too." It's an honor to have met you, but that would be a weird thing to say to someone he just met.

Miguel's order is placed on the counter and he grabs it, but doesn't leave. "So, um, what are you doing after this?" Please say nothing.

"Probably go back to my apartment and get comfortable in my bed. Got a novel to finish," you laugh, eyes lighting up in delight.

"Ah, I see," Miguel said. He rocks back and forth on his feet, pursing his lips. He doesn't want to intrude on your reading session, but, he wants to see you again. "Do you want to exchange numbers?"

"Huh?" you say, cheeks burning.

His heart jumps in his chest at the sight of your bashful expression. God, how can someone be so cute? He forces himself to ignore the altercation between the cashier and one of the patrons, who's demanding something for free.

"I would like to take you out sometime," he said with a smile, pushing his shades back up the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, I would lo-"

A gunshot rings throughout the coffee shop and everyone screams, ducking down instinctively. As you duck, your bottom accidentally bumps against the wall and you fall onto the ground, glasses and book sliding across the floor.

You try to scramble onto your hands and knees when an arm wraps around your neck and lifts you up onto your feet, and you feel the barrel of gun pressed into the side of your head.

"Dammit! I said give me my free coffee or this bitch gets it!" the man screamed, spit trickling onto your cheek. You groan in utter disgust.

The world is fuzzy and you squint, attempting to find Miguel - he's gone.

"Sir, please! Let her go and we'll make you the coffee!" the cashier said in panic.

"Make it! Make it now!" he screamed.

"All of this over a coffee?" a deep voice called out. Their tongue clicks in disappointment. "Man, you need to get a fucking life."

The man holding you hostage turns to the voice, dragging you along with, and he begins to tremble.

"S-Spiderman?"

In all of his glory, yet fuzzy, stands the protector of Nueva York - Spiderman. He narrows his eyes, cracking his knuckles.

"Let her go, now," he growled.

The man made the mistake of pointing the gun at him, his hand shaking. "G-Go away! I just want some coffee!"

Spiderman thwips a web to the barrel of the gun, clogging it, and takes it from his hand, breaking the gun in half and toss it aside. With the threat neutralized, he takes a step forward. The man eeps and tosses you to the ground, attempting to make a run for it.

As Spiderman deals with the perp, you're on your hands and knees searching around for your lost book and glasses. A whoosh flies over your body and you press yourself down, flinching as you hear the breaking of glass. You army crawl along the floor and eventually find your glasses. You sit back up and place your glasses back on your face, sitting up and blinking.

Spiderman, in your restored vision, is holding the knocked out perp in his arms, and his holding a hand out ot you.

"Are you okay, miss?" he whispers softly, helping you back onto your feet. You stumble a bit and he steadies you with a firm hand on your waist.

"I-I'm fine," you said. You then straighten yourself up, searching around the cafe. "Miguel! My friend, he's tall like you and he's wearing sun glasses. Did you see where he went?"

"I'm sure he's okay," Spiderman spoke with a gentle tone, hand itching to touch your face. He then reaches for a drink and hands it to you. "Don't worry about him. I'm sure a big man like him can take care of himself."

Spiderman walks out with the perp to turn into the police, and you're staring down at the drink in your hand, a number written on the side. Miguel's number. As your heart warms, a smile on your face, you come to a sudden realization.

How did Spiderman know you ordered the iced matcha?

[yanderu-deredere]

IM SORRY ISAMU IS 6'9?? ARE YOU JOKING?? THAT'S WHY HIS COCK'S SO BIG!! ITS PROPORTIONAL

anon asked: ISAMU MY LOVE WHAT 6'9 HE'S A WHOLE FOOT AND A FEW INCHES TALLER THAN ME

isamu is so big because his HEART is PROPORTIONAL u SINNERS, this is CHRISTIAN minecraft server /j

but also emmm idk im just really into shy stuttery guys that could fuck you up cus they're super big and tall and huge lmaooo so i made isamu huge. and then like i like the idea of mel being able to dom but not being the biggest in the pack so--

have fun with isamu!

isamu lowell ★ profile

pairing: gender neutral reader x isamu word count: 613

warning: size kink

Isamu let his dick flop out and it settled against your groin, the shaft warm and thick as it pressed against the crook of your upper thigh.

You shivered as you looked down at it and noticed, frighteningly enough, that the tip of it rested right below your belly button.

"Wait, 'Sa-Samu." You stuttered, leg still securely wrapped around his hips but your arms immediately pushing you into a half-sitting half-laying position.

Instead of giving you an intelligent response, he just covered his mouth with his hand and hummed, his rather wolfish eyes still staring straight down at your crotch.

Then, before you could say anything, his free hand left your waist and gripped his cock, guiding the fat head to your entrance.

Your fingers clenched the sheets underneath you, your legs unravelling from Isamu's body "I-It's not going to fit!"

With his lightning fast reflexes, Isamu's hand snapped from his mouth to your upper thigh, his fingers digging into the fat of it, his palm large and fingers wide against your skin.

Everything about him was so much bigger compared to you.

"We'll make it fit." Was his gruff answer and, without further ado, he started thrusting in with his waist.

You choked a little on your spit as he parted your entrance with the fat head of his cock. You could feel every single centimetre, pushing and pushing into you.

"Isamu!" You cried out, hips jerking and eyes wide with tears threatening to spill from the corners.

The worst part was that you didn't even know whether or not you wanted to pull away from him or push into his unrelenting cock.

Isamu, on the other hand, was uncontrollable. He looked more and more wolfish as more and more of his thick cock entered you.

His nails were definitely digging into the fat of your thigh and his hand moved from his shaft to your knee, lifting it up so he could get a better view of his cock bullying itself into you.

When, finally, the forceful push was over and you were crotch to crotch with your wonderful werewolf lover, you let out a sigh. Thankfully, nothing came up with it because, honestly, it felt like Isamu's cock rearranged your stomach to the point of pushing everything out.

Your wide eyes fluttered close in relief and, before Isamu could move, you grabbed his upper arm and hoped he knew you meant to tell him to stop for a minute, give you some time to breathe through the pain-pleasure of the delicious stretch.

Isamu didn't say anything but he didn't move either. You thought it was because he understood your silent struggling message.

You only figured out why he really wasn't moving when his hand parted from your thigh to rest against your stomach. Or, rather, a little below that, directly above your crotch.

He pressed down and you huffed, feeling infinitely more stuffed than before.

Your eyes snapped open and you glared at him "Wh-What are you doing?"

Isamu didn't say anything, just dumbly continuing to stare down at your crotch. At least he stopped pressing against whatever that made you feel so full.

You looked down to see what he was so eager to stare at and, when you saw it too, your hips stuttered a little, your body squirming a bit in surprise.

There, right below your stomach, was a little chubby indent of Isamu's cock.

Isamu groaned before pressing closer to you, his crotch electrifyingly grinding against yours. He pressed a hasty kiss against your lips, his mouth practically devouring you and his teeth clashing against yours.

It would be a very long night for you indeed.

[thedarkcoven]

MIGUEL O'HARA THOT 2

MINORS GET THE FUCK OUT!!! Sorry not sorry! Based on some of the lyrics of a classic slutty song lol. Smut. A tease? You want more? Just lemme know if you want me to continue! Miguel is a family friend. Reader in 20s Miguel 30s/40s. Reader is 5'something and Miguel is 6'9" (apparently) , Modern day and Miguel is still SpiderMan -also inspired by Closer by NIN, cover by Asking Alexandria. If you dont like screamo/heavy metal dont click the link because there is some in the song [not gonna be the last time I use this song for writing *looks at A Trip Through the Multiverse*]

You were staying at your parents' place for a while until you were able to get back on your feet after university. Even though you told them no over and over and that it was okay because you didn't want to feel like a burden they insisted and helped you move things into your old room of your family home.

A scoff left your mouth as your parents told you that they would be throwing a barbeque and everyone they knew was invited. Yay. You hated large crowds especially ones that asked way too many questions about your personal life.

Once you slowly made your way downstairs to the commotion you noticed someone towering over the crowd. He was tall, tan, black messy curls, and he looked like a fucking absolute giant. When he turned his head slightly to say something to your mother your jaw dropped. "Miguel?!" Miguel turned and a smile spread on his face as his red eyes landed on yours. "Y/N! Hey! It's been so long! I haven't seen you since well... God you were so small! How have you been?" He asked picking you up as if you were nothing, his strong arms wrapping around you. His musky scent filled your nostrils and made your mind go crazy as you swore you could feel something hard pressing against you when he squeezed you close and then he whispered into your ear, making you shiver. "Can I speak with you... alone? Give me about twenty minutes. Go to your room and wait." You couldnt speak when he put you down. All you could do was stand there.

When you turned to go to your room your parents had asked if you were feeling okay and your response was yes just wanted to wait until everyone gathered outside due to your anxiety. The sound of your door clicking closed behind you made you turn from your window, your body shaking slightly as you sat on your plush. "My how much you've changed." When he spoke you could swear you saw sharp canines, his red eyes darkening as he came closer, towering over you as he stood in front of you. His erection straining against his pants right in front of your face, twitching as he smirked down at you. You swallowed, a whine escaping your pathetic little mouth as he leaned forward, his face inches from yours. A growl vibrated in his chest as he stared at you with hooded eyes, a large hand coming up he gripped a fist full of your hair, pulling your head back slowly. He was pressing you against him slightly a sadistic smirk on his face as his tongue ran along one of his sharp fangs. "God I'm going to have so much fun breaking you. Want me to break you?" He chuckled, already knowing the answer. "Yes." You breathed out. "Oh I know. I can smell just how fucking turned on you are for me. The sight of my cock twitching in my pants driving you fuckin wild, huh?" He stood straight, his fist still holding your hair as he brought your face against the course material of his jeans, rutting his erection against the soft plush of your cheek, precum soaking through slightly as he threw his head back with a groan. "Miggy." You whined, your throat becoming throat yet you salivated at the thought of his thick veiny cock buried deep down your throat. "Mmmm. Thats it baby. I love it when you say my name with that pathetic little whimper. So fucking desprate for me. Now beg." I LOVE YOU GUYS!! SORRY I HAD TO TEASE!!! @charmed-asylum @melodygatesauthor @moonknightly @pimosworld @abbessolute