Personally If That Was Me..

personally if that was me..

“ES UN SECRETO!” — ft. dbf!miguel

today's family get-together has been quite, eventful. certaintly having a thing with your dad's best friend was going to make barbecues and family dinners harder, but god, it is unbearable.

this entire summer day, being around miguel has been incredibly difficult, and you knew it was going to be ever since he walked through the door. denim jeans, black buttoned up shirt with a bit of his chest exposed, gold chain and hair perfectly framing his chiseled face. fuck.

all party long you, and even him, have been trying to be as discreet as possible. not glancing in his direction for far too long. not rubbing up on him. no flirting or teasing. not even conversing “casually” like two family friends would. you feel like your suffocating, having him in your presence and not being able to do anything about it.

throughout the day, you grow tired of this whole secretive act and let yourself go. well, just a little. placing your hand on his thigh as you and others watch sports on the tv. eyeing him up and down as he talks to the other invitees. poking fun at him in a group conversation.

your teasings are driving miguel mad, seeing how shameless you are by acting this way infront of everyone’s clueless eyes, and all he can do is just tolerate it. he can't tell if it’s making him frustrated or turned on.

—

the afternoon sun shines upon your backyard, music booming in the background as the delicious aroma of grilled meat fills the air.

you gather around with some of your beloved cousins and family friends, sipping from your cocktails together as you all catch up on each others lives. laughs and cheers spreading amongst the group.

across the lawn, miguel chats with your uncle and some other male relatives as they drink around the fuming bbq. although he’s meters away from you, he can't seem to take his eyes off of you, especially after what you’ve been pulling for the last hour.

he stares at your every move, the way you laugh, the way your legs cross in the lawn chair, the way your hair shines in the sun. he's holding back so bad. he's dying to just be there next to you, arm around you, touching you, being all yours like he should be.

you grin at your cousin as she shares all the juicy details of her story, seeing miguel in your peripheral. you turn your head slightly, your grin fading into a slight smirk as you notice his look from afar.

sipping his beer slowly, his eyes are intense. he knows what your thinking, and you know it too. his leg crossed infront of the other as he leans against the wooden fence. chills run all over your body from the eye contact, goosebumps on your skin almost like it’s the first time. after a couple seconds, he turns his head back to the conversation. tongue in his cheek as he looks down, attempting not to smile.

"you good?" your cousin raises a brow, nudging you on the shoulder. you cough in your fist, "yeah, sorry" you chuckle nervously, placing your cocktail on the glass table infront of you. getting up from your chair, you brush down your shirt, “needa use the bathroom real quick, tell me what happens next when i come back" you grin. your smile drops as you turn and walk back inside your house. miguel curiously watches you, the way you make your way inside rather fast.

you head down a long hallway and straight to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. leaning against the door for a second, you try to catch some air from all the tension and noise from the world outside. you wash your hands and quickly dry them, turning towards the mirror. you take a close look at your face, touching up your makeup with your finger and fixing your hair. you don’t know how much longer you can do this.

a minute goes by and you hear a subtle knock at the door. you stay silent, unsure if you really heard a knock after all. seconds later, another knock, only a bit louder than the previous one. “busy!” you call out politely, slightly panicking in the hopes that nobody attempts to walk in on you. “y/n,” says in a low breathy voice against the door. “abre la puerta”

part 2 next week 😶 ….

i want to feel safe in his giant arms sigh

Intertwining Souls with Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x gn!Reader

A/N: I saw this DELICIOUS ASS GIF AND GOT INSPIRED (thanks @mrsoharaa for putting it on my dash HEHE🥰) VERY IMPORTANT VISUAL for the following thot. 😏

CW: SUGGESTIVE, MINORS DNI

------

Imagine lying in bed naked with Miguel. No expectations. No hidden intentions for it to lead to anything stronger than simply laying on top of him, completely bare against his chest as you exchange loving, lingering, lazy kisses. Soft groans breathing into a passionate exhale he captures against your mouth as his tongue addictively weaves with yours. Nothing but cozy thick blankets and this plush bed and this tender man you're melting against.

Enjoying the way his muscles wrap around you. Relishing the fact you're safe in the strength of this giant of a man. The outline of his body and every ridge, scar, dip, and callous of his skin imprinting onto yours as if it's the first, despite countless meetings before.

Letting the heat from each other's bodies consume each other as you create a cozy, sensual, intimate space from the affectionate act that's taking place.

The world quiet and desolate outside completely separate from the one you're currently lost in. Morning still hours away as your souls tangle with one another in the deep nighttime.

-----

🖤

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

💐🌷spread the love to the people you’re glad you’ve found in this corner of the internet 💐

ayrusssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m so glad we found each other pookie ily 🥰🥰

thanq for the tag cupcake woohoo i luv these picrew games!!!

make urself in this picrew and post the last song u listened to:

taglist ! @improbable-outset @mybvalentine @kissitbttr @kingalooo @yournextbimbogf @pinkhelados @xxsugarbonesxx @bluesidez

Was tagged by the lovely @dark-and-kawaii! Thank you so much! I love feeling so included in these fun tag games!

Make yourself in this ᴘɪᴄʀᴇᴡ, and post the last song you listened to!

Tagging- @lazyjellyfish300, @lemonsrosesandlavender, @faerunsbest, @ziggyztarduzt

redownloaded cai for the 19394829483838th time can y’all give me sum good bots please :3

oh my GOSHNESS

when he got on his KNEES!!!!???? HELLO?!!! personally, i’d be a married woman at that moment..

"id be so good to you if you just gave me a chance.. just please stay one more night with me please..” UHMMMMM DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE???/?:?/!: actually going insane this is so underrated what the frick

God if you hear me, please send a pathetic man by the name of peter benjamin parker that (tries too) fights off creepy men, gets on his knees and begs for me 🙏🙏

as you can see.. i’m very normal abt this. jelly… uve done it again girl. gosh.

Down Bad pt 2

Peter B. Parker x AFAB Stripper!Reader

Synopsis: Peter B. just has to win you over somehow, having caught feelings after your one night stand. Word count 1.1k

Part 1

A/N: sooo I had this thought and decided to continue this from part 1. In the meantime trying sooo hard to find motivation to write DBF!Peter part 2. Sorry it's taking me forever. 💀 I'm just dragging my feet bc I know it's gonna be a long one.

CW: MINORS DNI, SMUT (PROTECTED P IN V, EDGING AND DOM BEHAVIOR MENTIONED,CUM EATING, ORAL M RECEIVING BUT NOT TOO DETAILED), SEXUAL HARASSMENT, MILD VIOLENCE(FIST FIGHT), LITTLE BIT OF STALKERISH BEHAVIOR, fantasizing, PETER B. IS KIND OF A LOSER IN THIS ONE

-----

Peter B. can't stop thinking about you. He did this to himself yes, found a beautiful dancer, spent practically his life savings for one night, but you snatched his soul in the process. He had to have more of you. 

He even made a fake profile on Instagram to stalk you.

Fuuuck you look so good in your pictures, imagining that cute pout you're making in your selfies looking up at him from on your knees instead, the videos of you dancing and grinding, shaking your ass, drive him absolutely bonkers. Sure wishing he was the lucky guy underneath you instead of the floor. 

And now he's a lovesick puppy watching you pitifully from across the club alone on a Saturday like a loser, no cash to spare and nothing of value to offer you, just endless orgasms and a lifetime of happiness and love.

If you'd just give him the chance. 

You know damn well he's here, loving every minute of the sad attention he's paying you. Making sure to bend over at every opportunity and shoot him a glance from the stage during your routine, making that face like you're cumming with your pretty lips wide open and then biting your lip while looking at him directly in the eyes from the pole. 

Fffuck baby...don't look at me like that...

You liked toying with him like this, loved dominating him and hearing his little whimpers as you sucked his cock, edging him all night long, only for him to be practically crying when you did finally let him cum.

It was the most earth shattering orgasm he's ever had in his life, and you even swallowed it. 

Jesus, nobody has ever done that before, his exes would turn him down from a bj completely or spit in the sink, but watching you coo softly up at him and slowly slurp up his cum from your lips with a pretty little smile and a wink. 

Oh God that changed something in him. 

He knew you'd never look his way, pretty young thing like you would probably end up with one of those hunky college guys, much like the ones that are badgering you right now, yelling at you to take off your skimpy dancer's outfit. 

"Let's see some more baby, come on don't be shy." 

"Sorry boys...club rules says I can't." You try to let them down easy with a little pout of your lips. 

Peter puts down his beer, sitting up slowly when he realizes these guys just don't know when to quit. It's four against one, but he'll be damned if he sits here and lets these assholes harass his beautiful little dancer and make you cry. 

Your eyes are frantic as you try and escape the scene, gasping when you see Peter come up, grab the tall one that's got his dirty hands on you by the shoulder, punching him square in the jaw. 

It's not long before all of them are beating his ass, he grunts and eats blow after blow as they kick and punch him, wheezing on the ground. You scream for help and run towards security. 

Peter lets out a loud groan with relief when security arrives and swiftly kicks out his attackers, sighing dreamily and looking at you with a little smile between his purple bruised eyes and busted lip. You gently blot a tissue against a bleeding scratch above his eyebrows, patching him up. 

--

It's the second best feeling of his night, compared to right now as he watches you ride his cock.

Getting beat up by four guys was totally worth it to have his angel back in his bed again. And honestly, you're completely fine getting fucked by this handsome divorced DILF.

He groans loudly, your heavenly pussy gripping him like a vice, and fuck you know just how to move your hips, hitting all those sweet spots inside you that feel equally as good to him. 

"Jesus, baby....riding me like you missed me...." 

He jokes but lets out another groan when he feels his cock stroke another nice spot against your soft walls. 

"F-feels amazing...."

You smirk, watching him get all fucked out below you, wielding the power you have over him with just a move of your hips. 

"Had to reward my knight in shining armor for being so brave..." You croon at him in a honeyed voice. 

"Heh, ahah....k-knight in shining armor. I like that....Aah!" He closed his eyes, whimpering as he gets closer and closer to coming. 

"Shit....aah... baby, you...fffuck...."

He cums inside the condom, chest heaving and panting, letting out a huge sigh and a chuckle, shaking his head as he gazes at the ceiling in utter bliss. 

"That...was....*pant*...fantastic...thanks, baby..." 

But, you don't answer. He sits up quickly in a worry, only to find you struggling to zip up one of your thigh high boots, hopping in one place and using your hand to steady against the doorframe. 

"Where are you going....?" He asks, disappointment in his voice. 

You turn, painting on a fake smile. 

"Ahh, I gotta get going, sweetheart. Got another shift tomorrow. You know how it is." You try to let him down easy with that cute, sexy little pout of yours. 

"Please!" Peter stands up, pulling on his boxers, hastily darting over to you, hand outstretched. 

"D-don't leave..." He whispers, his fingers reaching out to touch your arm, then clenching into a fist at his side. His eyes sad and lonely, face still battered and bruised. 

You turn, raising an eyebrow to him, trying to hide your slight embarrassment at seeing him standing over you, feeling your thighs get warm at this man who was older yet seemed so weak in your presence alone like nobody else could do it to him. 

"I can make you breakfast in the morning..." 

"Peter..." 

"I-I'll give you whatever you want. W-whatever you need. I'll make you cum again, or we can just sit and talk. You can sleep in my bed and I'll take the couch. I'll get you coffee in the morning. You can use my shower, wear my T-shirts...." He pleads.

"I'd be so good to you if you just gave me a chance...just please stay one more night with me please..." 

Your mouth falls open a little as he gets on his knees, his chin resting on your lower stomach, those sad brown eyes too cute to say no to. His hands resting so lightly on the back of your thighs. 

You sigh, "Just one more night..." 

He beams and pulls you into a hug, getting you a fresh t shirt of his and a clean pair of his boxers to wear, eventually falling asleep on his chest while the TV plays a rerun of some 90's sitcom he's seen a million times while softly stroking your cheek, unaware that your so called compromise of just one more night is going to quickly crumble here shortly. 

He can't believe how lucky he is that he won an angel like you, already knowing just what he's gonna cook you tomorrow for breakfast and run to the store to buy you some flowers when you wake up, before he falls asleep holding you.

----

@spider-mon-de-parker @1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer