Give Me A CHANCE

Give me a CHANCE

Miguel with a chubby gf wit a cute lil muffin top😔🤞

Miguel would love when you wear basically anything, especially when it hugs your soft curves ever so tightly. The way when you walk infront of him your hips sway with every step making him hypnotized, the way your plump lips look like with gloss covered, the way you bend down, you see him trying to discreetly look at your cleavage but he isn’t exactly good at hiding. When you two are sprawled out on the couch he loves to grab the fat of your ass and kneed it unknowingly.

“Mami has anyone ever told you..that this ass is mine yeah?” He says jokingly as he smacks your ass watching it in satisfaction as it jiggles, he looks at your face and watches you playfully scoff.

And don’t get me started on when you get dress for dates. He is over the line obsessed on how your body looks in tight clothes, the way your muffin top pokes out in tops and your stretch marks plastered on your hips, it’s all so sexy to him.

the way your ass look in any type of skirts or pants. It can be the small things too that get him all riled up. One time you went to bed wearing one of Miguel’s old tee-shirt with an old rock band printed on it, when you two woke up he was making breakfast in the kitchen. You walk inside the kitchen with the smell of bacon instantly hitting your nose. You see Miguel glare at you before sighing. You think maybe something was up with him, maybe a bad sleep even. But you didn’t notice that his thick cock hardened in his boxers at the plain sight of you wearing his shirt only.

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The trifecta: The sunglasses/glasses, AirPods, and earrings.

(I probably used trifecta wrong lmao)

I love it when my hoop earring knock against my AirPods when I move

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WIP FOR MINI DRABBLE

I know, I know… there has been a lot of WIP but PLEASE BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THAT THOSE ARE CONING SOON 😭

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helloo!! i have a request for subby miguel:

could you write a bratty sub miguel who the reader asks to top for the first time and he agrees because he’s not convinced that she can do it? so he keeps making all these snide remarks and tries super hard to maintain his composure while she’s slowly unraveling him and at the end he’s just like a broken whimpering mess for her 😍

anyways you’re one of my favorite blogs on here and i adore the way you write!! everytime i see your banners pop up i get so giddy lol i literally love your fics

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex

A/N: Aw thank you, love!!!

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He's confused, a little bit delirious too.

Usually, you're so tired. You're naturally a sleepy person, needing a nap after doing a handful of tasks that aren't exactly complex to begin with. He suspects that's the reason why he's usually on top of you, plowing his cock into you while you just need to lay there and take it. But even then you whimper out your tiredness. Sniffing into his neck how the force of his thrusts and the position he's forcing you into are making your thighs hurt. Mewling out how it's too much after both of you orgasm the first time that night.

So when you bat your pretty eyes at him and ask for his permission to let you bounce on his dick, he can't help but laugh. It's not supposed to be an entirely mean laugh, but he can see the furrow of your brow as you pout at him. Of course he agrees, chuckling to himself knowing that after a few thrusts you'll get too tired to lift yourself off his fat cock, mewling for him to help you until he's got you laying flat on the bed and feeding your poor pussy the dick it so desperately wants. And you're starting to prove him right.

His hands rest behind his head, preventing him from helping you as he watches you. Your own hands are flat on his chest, your mouth open with whimpers as you lift yourself off and on his dick. He can hear the wet squelches of your cunt, groaning occasionally when you roll your hips. But the quick pace you had before is slowly dying down, barely pulling yourself off his dick before sinking back down. He smirks at you, slowly pulling his hands from behind his head with a chuckle.

"It's okay, mi vida." He begins, "I'll help you, poor baby."

But before he can plant his hands on your hips, you shift. You let out a low moan as you drag your hands further down his chest, planting them on the hard ridges of his abs. You fix your position, sitting straighter and spreading your legs wider around his thighs. Miguel opens his mouth, only to be cut off when you begin vigorously impaling yourself on his dick. Your pace is faster than when you started, and you mumble out small whimpers of 'please' every time you take him to the hilt. You're completely consumed in your own pleasure to realize that Miguel's eyes are rolling back and he's fisting the sheets. His hips are desperately meeting yours, his back arching as your puffy walls clench tight around his cock. The forceful slaps of skin do nothing to drown out his moans and whimpered curses.

His mind is getting foggier with each thrust, his cock twitching against your tight walls as a burning feeling forms in his stomach. It explodes right after yours, a high pitch keen leaving your mouth as your walls milk him. He grits out a curse as you continue bouncing on his cock despite your orgasm and his, begging him for more and more. You don't seem even remotely tired or show any signs of stopping.

He's getting a little scared that you'll fuck him into oblivion.

His hands look like this to have your hands look like this 🥺❤️

Mechanic!Miguel core:

Thanks for the tag, Daya! As of right now, I do have a lot of WIPS, but I don't have a date set for them because my ass is too slow to proofread these 😭

1. A lowborn monarch butterfly stayed trapped in a weak yet sticky security web. The tangy orange butterfly continued to writhe in the thin cotton-like string around it. The dainty creature continued to writhe in the sticky, tangled trap.

The giant arachnid gracefully crawled to the tangy butterfly, maneuvering through its simple yet complex trap. The arachnid recognizes this type of monarch, soon working its long legs on one orange wing, snipping the web free from the wing. With a couple of snips around the thin webbing, the monarch flutters as if nothing came in harm's way.

As the monarch flutters away, the spider lingers behind on damaged webbing and nodes where the lines once congregate now sway freely in the wind.

2. Dropping off your purse at the doorway created a soft thud against the wooden floor of your cozy little apartment studio. While you shrug out of your jacket, you can't help but reply to the events that happened during your 10 to 6. The nagging from clients and the commands from your supervisor and boss echoed through your aching cerebrum. You felt incompetent throughout the entire day, to the point where you questioned if your brain was smooth as new marble at a toy store.

With a couple steps into the apartment, you crash onto the bed in your work uniform and heave a heavy, depressed sigh onto the pillow below you.

Tears were at the brink of your bottom lashline, ready to run down your cheeks like raindrops on a window, rushing down the smooth surface like a race to see where it landed first. The window seal or the ground. But your tears land on your silk pillows, ending the race short for your meek, miserable tears.

3. "Don't worry, we won't be on the road too long. I need to make a pit stop. Let's tame that little heart of yours." Miguel chuckles before taking an exit off the freeway, finally giving you a sense of relief in your veins.

"Oh, thank god, thank god..." Your exasperations never failed to bring a smile to Miguel's face as the Impala pulled up to a nearby gas station.

The white, bright lights at the gas pumps created an ominous aura in the space, but the ambiance of familiarity filled your soul. "C'mon, let's get something to drink before we arrive at the meet, okay?" With trembling legs similar to those of a baby deer newly born, you stumbled out of the vintage car, clutching onto the vehicle's door. "Okay, I'll catch up soon..."

Miguel walks ahead, stepping into the gas station while you stagger behind, taking slow, steady steps to the building. "Coming, muneca?" He calls out, holding the door open for you as you stagger in, feeling the cool, icy breeze against your sticky, sweaty skin from the summer heat. "I'm coming, I'm coming..." You mumble, stepping into the gas station.

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Opting out to stop your horny fantasies you fetch your soap and start washing your skin and hair back to its once fresh state. Lathering the soap against your body and rinsing yourself with the moonlit water. Ever since your team had gotten out of the shadowlands your thoughts keep going back to him, you combed over everywhere, asked everyone, Hells after you defied Ketheric Thorm you relooked over everything to see if he was being held up somewhere…you fear the worst…you don’t want you mind to go to that dark place but it just seemed like he was gone…

With a sigh you crouch down and dunk your head in the water. In the depths of your mind you think of the grove, his armor, his face, his voice… Running out of air you rise up flipping your hair back from your face. As you steady your breaths and run your fingers through the knots of your hair your completely unaware of the eyes taking in the way water cascades over your naked body.

A deep growl can’t help from rumbling deep within his chest. Burst of bright flames surrounds him, Changing him into his cambion form, now towering over Tavs body. Raphael’s large hand cups your face, so soft and delicate making the fantasy feel even more real for him. Leaning down he whispers in Tavs ear, warm hand caressing their skin, Breath hot in their ear, “Tell me what happened, every detail…” 

Haarlep grins and wraps their arms around Raphael's neck, “She was blushing so beautifully. Your little mouse, she wanted to know how your kisses felt, truly so sweet…”

Carefully you reach forward to touch him, tracing the heated ridges of his chest. Roldan's heart is beats rapidly as you slowly move your hands over his skin. Sliding down you touch the arching reliefs that cascade over his ribs. Rolan’s hand places itself over yours as it gently guides you over his body. 

“Inherited traits from my…hellish ancestors.” 

Your hands have moved past his abs and now are touching the curves carved into his hips, your eyes watching the glistening arousal leaching out of his red tip fully erect and twitching with every move of your fingers. 

“Beautiful…” you whisper as your eyes go back to his. A nervous chuckle leaves his lips as his hands carefully trace from their spot on your hips to slide slowly up your waist to then one is cupping the back of your head and he tilts you closer, his soft breaths whispering over your lips. “I was going to say the same thing…”