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cherryredstars · 2 hours

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hi!! i love ur work! would it be possible for you do one with miguel where he kidnaps you into the spider society during a mission, and as your kidnapped the other spiders leave and you and miguel get close as his visits every day with your food and listens until you end up falling for each other and screw but you’re still chained up so it’s kinda like bondage and he finds it really. really. hot. ?

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Kidnapped Reader, Stockholm Syndrome, Bondage, Penetrative Sex

Summary: He'll take care of you, promise.

A/N: Thank you, love! Enjoy!

It gets easier to do with each passing day, to forget.

He makes it easy to forget. Or to forget as much as you can while being tied up in a once desolate room. A room that is starting to become your own, not just a place for you to be kept. A place that now has things you can call yours, filled with things that he's brought you as gifts. Sure, your wrists are in an infinite state of aching from being tied up. But at least now it's rope and not the heavy chains from a month or two ago. At least now you get your choice of dessert when he visits you with your meals. And you've grown quite fond of the sun lamp he gave you after you mentioned how much you've missed feeling the sun on your skin.

You even find yourself perking up in moments like now, when you can hear the steady locks of the door clicking open instead of tugging at your bindings in fear. His large frame now makes your stomach twist with butterflies, not with horror. You lean towards him now, not away. When he looks into your eyes, he sees nothing but love and admiration. Any hint of fear and disgust is gone and done with. It makes his heart race, seeing the bright blush on your face as you shyly greet him.

"Hi, baby," He whispers, approaching you and taking your cheek into his large hand.

You nuzzle into it like a small kitten, lashes fluttering as you look up at him. His lips brush over your forehead, basking in the delighted sigh you let out in response. You can feel his smile against your skin, matching your own as he pulls away. Your eyes stray to the greasy bag in his other hand, your eyes widening in delight as you see the familiar fast food bag. You must have been very good this week for him to get you this special treat, it's very rare for him to leave base just to retrieve you food when he could just get whatever is left at the headquarter's food court.

He sits on the bed next to you, chuckling at your simple joy over a bag of shitty fast food. He simply doesn't understand though, seeing things like this makes you feel connected to the outside world. You happily open your mouth as Miguel feeds you some salty fries, his eyes focused on the way your tongue swipes over your lips to gather up the extra salt and drops of the milkshake he got you. He suddenly feels hungry. Really hungry.

You can sense the mood shift in the air, your chewing slowing down. The senses that have dulled over time now go haywire, something in your brain telling you to run. But you can't not with your hands tied up. Instead you give him a weary smile, your head leaning back slightly as you whisper out a 'what?' Your body locks up slightly when he moves to hover over you, forcing you to look up at his face. Your eyes study him intensely, your muscles freezing when you see his hand reaching up in your peripheral vision.

You swallow as his hand grasps your chin, his thumb stroking your lip. His eyes are dark and lidded as he follows the movement of his finger, tugging your lip down slightly and watching it bounce back into place.

"You're so... small. Y'know that?"

There is something about the way that he says it that makes your skin breakout in goosebumps. You can feel each bump prickling from your skin, causing shivers to wreck down your spine. Hesitantly, you nod. You're not sure what he's imply with that statement, but you can only hope it isn't anything... disturbing. You can only hope "small" doesn't mean "easy to break".

Miguel's thumb leaves your lip alone, instead trailing his fingers down the expanse of your neck until they're pressing against your collarbones.

"But that's okay," he continues. "I can make it fit."

Your brows furrow, eyes snapping down as you feel his other hand tugging at your underwear. Your mouth opens, maybe in protest maybe in surprise, only for Miguel to slant his mouth over yours. You squeak in surprise, eyes locking with his as his tongue forces its way inside of your mouth. He doesn't waste time exploring your mouth, humming at the left over taste of salt and vanilla. Your hands tug at your restraints slightly in surprise, your helpless whimper being swallowed by Miguel.

You can feel his fingers brushing against your sex, your eyes widening. His eyes studies every shift in your facial expression, the intensity almost frightening. When he pulls away from your mouth, your panting and gasping in air greedily, your lips connected to his with a line of spit that he licks up. Your lips feel bruised, but you have no time to dwell on it when two of his fingers press against your hole. It causes you to gasp sharply, your hips jolting in an attempt to escape. Miguel only chuckles, leaning forward as a glob of spit leaves his mouth and lands over your hole. You whine in discomfort as he massages it into your skin, lubricating your tiny hole.

Your breaths are shaky as you watch him, excitement and caution battling your nerves. You almost stop breathing all together when his suit falls away to reveal his weeping cock. His tip is red and pulsating, twitching with the need to be shoved somewhere warm and tight. To have something stretch and swallow him whole.

Your legs try to kick you higher up the bed when he presses his tip against your hole, smearing his dripping precum. It proves useless as he slowly sinks into you, groaning at the warmth that molds to the shape of his cock. You mewl at the stretch, months gone by without being so full. Miguel moans in approval as you squirm on his dick, his tip pressing against your walls until it hits that gummy spot inside of you. He pulls his hips back before ramming them back into you, making you wrap your hands around the ropes keeping you in place as your eyes roll back.

You feel so sensitive from how long it's been, and you can feel that fiery hot feeling building up in your stomach as Miguel pounds into you. Your thighs tremble with the force, and your mouth drops open at the pleasure ramming through your body. You can feel every thrust he gives you, and soon enough your body locks as you choke on a gasp. You can vaguely make out Miguel's groan as you convulse on his cock as you come. His hand comes up to your neck to keep you in place once you start thrashing to much, a sinister smile overcoming his face.

"Shh, I'll take care of you. Promise."

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cherryredstars · 9 hours

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hey cherry! I wanted to request a punk!Miguel x class vice president!reader(female) highschool college, university? ?😭idk

and idk what I mean by class Vpresident!reader but I want or would like to have reader to be like a sweet heart person that who take care of students problem. But is a strict person can be a mean person to bully. and so reader is like the Vpresident and so student or people come up to her about Miguel being a punk, being a bully, doing this and that and Idk reader would make up excuses for Miguel.and for the reason is because reader haven’t seen Miguel in person and only heard rumor about him being a punk, or he’s hot,built, or something else. And i think reader would love to see Miguel alone but reader can’t as for being V president and having to deal with people. And as for Miguel I feel like is a sort of punk that doesn’t care? idk how to put this but I feel like Miguel as a punk wouldn’t care, like bully people for his fun or something, or if it just to tease his way through, or to bother the girls, or goes to party? But I also he would feel like he cares more about himself and what I mean by that I mean if someone bother him or touch him without him saying anything he would be more pissed, Especially if it his male friend and if it by a female he probably allow it if he high or drunk idk.and so I feel Miguel didn’t like reader because of how she a goodly person and caring about people issue and reader being an Vice president and so Miguel would avoid her.but till one day Miguel is smoking or drinking in the roof top of school and he see reader being bother by some dude till the point he touching Her, in which reader like kick his ass or slap him.and that shock Miguel and he has a crush on reader the Vice president.And like presented and it reader finally see Miguel in person and he alone and reader is going to get thing through Miguel or something. (can you pls PUT SMUT for this! 🙏. And also I think if you listen to song “Nelly Furtado - Promiscuous (Official Music Video) ft. Timbaland”I think it would help you! And I think that song would fit better for what I mean by?) Hope you like it cherry!

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Missed you!!!

#cherry's requests🍒

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cherryredstars · 14 hours

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral Sex, Mentions of Male Masturbation

Summary: Just some good old student appreciation

A/N: Requested by cat anon!! I missed you cat anon!!!

Word Count: 520 (Unedited)

You know who each other… technically.

You’ve heard of each other. You’ve seen each other’s faces. Just, never in person. But that still counts as knowing someone. You don’t have to know someone to know someone. You’ve got each other marked to the T.

Miguel’s some too hot to handle delinquent punk that is the main subject in many of your anonymous complaints, and you’re that pretty little goody two-shoes who is probably wondering where her nobel peace prize is. At least, that’s what the two of you have chalked up based on random name drops you’ve heard around the school. Which has to be 100% accurate because… because. But of course, Miguel can’t just take anyone’s word for it. He doesn't like half of the people in this damn school, so why would he listen to them? So naturally, he has to do his own little investigation.

And he won’t admit it to anyone so god help him, but it’s hot. Not you, because you’re well, you, but the way you take command has his cock hardening in a second. And it’s totally just that and not the way your hips move when you walk or the way your eyelashes bat when you’re exasperated or the way you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting your true emotions take control. Nope, it’s simply the dominance. Nothing else. I mean you’re just a stranger and the bloody VP and not someone he fists his cock to in the bathroom when he’s skipping class…

Which is why when he got the anonymous letter from you- it’s not his fault that he memorized how you write your a’s and y’s- he didn’t stalk the janitor closet that was to be the designated secret meeting spot. And he totally didn’t make sure to wait 7 minutes (because 5 is too punctual) after the destined time to walk inside. And he totally didn’t feel his cock stir when he got a hint of your perfume as you turned around hastily to look at him. Don’t quiz him, but he was 100% listening to every word you were saying and not just staring at your lips and imagining sliding the tip of his dick through them. Because he's a good and attentive boy. Obviously. Haven’t you heard?

And good boys show their thanks.

Which is why his tongue is very attentive to your pretty little clit. Twirling and sucking it into his mouth until tiny clicking sounds resonate in the cramp space. It isn’t very hard, the sweet juices you keep gushing on his face makes it very convincing to pay attention. And even when his mind strays, the pretty little mewls you let out and the grip you have on his hair pulls him back into the moment. It just makes him slightly delirious: the way your eyes roll, the mixed scent of your sex and perfume, the intoxicating taste rushing down his throat. It’s just so good he doesn’t even realize he’s coming in his pants the same time you come into his mouth.

Guess Miss VP tastes as good as she acts.

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cherryredstars · 2 days

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Just got back into anime, i missed it LMAO

#cherry's randoms🍒

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cherryredstars · 3 days

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Hiii cherryy><!!

I LOVE your blog, ur writing is just soo good!! <3 I hope you're doing well!!

I was just wondering if you could possibly do a Miguel x virgin!reader ? Only if your comfortable and have time ofc!! And when I mean inexperienced.. I mean INEXPERIENCED . like never even had an orgasm before ><.. (I KNOT IT MAY BE KINDA WEIRD?? SRRYY!!!)

I asking this mostly bc I am one and like I'm WAY to shy to try anything, but the thought of Miguel guiding me thru it is just so 😵‍💫🧎‍♀️

AAAAAAAAAA

ANYWAYY thanks cherry ><!!! I hope you have a good day/night!!

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x virgin!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Guided Masturbation, Fingering

Summary: The key is to be gentle

A/N: It’s not weird at all, love!

Word Count: 730 (Not Edited)

Gentle.

He has to remind himself to be gentle. Has to remind you to be gentle. That this has to be gentle. Gentle and delicate and soft. No matter how hard and rough and fast he wants to be with you. It’ll have to wait. He’ll have to be patient. Because it isn’t about him, it rarely is when it comes to you. So, he’ll be gentle.

He’ll be soft when he lays you flat on the neatly made bed. His touch light when he helps pull the clothes from your body. His eyes concentrate as he spreads your legs, making sure not to strain your joints. Rubs soothing circles into the skin of your thighs to release the lasting tension stemming from your spine. The only roughness coming from the calluses on the tips of his fingers as he circles them around your wrist, guiding your hand between your legs. The hitching of his breath is faint as his eyes follow the movement of your fingers, the caressing of wet skin covering the noise.

“Gentle, cariño,” His voice floats, the tiniest pressure stopping the clumsy movements of your fingers.

You’re pressing too hard, irritating your sensitive skin too much. He guides two of your fingers with one of his, bringing it back to your twitchy clit. He makes soothing circles around the bud, biting the side of his cheek when you let out soft gasps as the pleasure you were trying to find flinches through you. Your fingers continue the movement even when he pulls his away.

“There you go, just like that.” He praises, placing a kiss to the inside of your knee.

You whine, confidence washing over your body before you trail your fingers further down. You wince the moment you try to stuff both of them through your small hole and Miguel tusks.

“I just told you to be gentle,” He scolds, pulling your hand away despite the whimper of disapproval you let out.

He folds your hand, the wetness on your fingers smearing on his palm. He slowly slides your middle finger back through your hole, your walls accepting it easily. You gasp, your hips bucking as your brows furrow. Miguel smiles as you melt into the bed, your finger slowly pumping in and out of you. Miguel’s hand once again manipulates your hand, your fingers curling against your walls. Miguel basks in your surprised reaction, guiding your pointer finger to press against your entrance.

It slides in much easier than the last time, your pleasure doubling. Your teeth sink into your lip to prevent the desperate noise that threatens to leave you. Right before you cut into the soft flesh, Miguel’s thumb tugs it away. It allows the sweet note to spawn from your mouth, your fingers curling and pumping desperately inside your gummy walls. It’s a truly beautiful sight, and Miguel can’t help it. His hand pulls your fingers out of you, ignoring your pleas of protest. Your taste is warm and sweet in his mouth, and he hums around your fingers. His tongue feels strange around your fingers, but you can’t help but think about how it would feel around somewhere else.

Your thought is cut off when two- no one- of his fingers sink into you. It’s slightly bigger than the two fingers you stuffed yourself with, and you squirm. Miguel hisses, your tight walls pulsing around his digit. You’re so tight, he can’t imagine feeding you his cock when you’re so small. His finger curls, pressing into your walls in an effort to allow more space. You gasp, grabbing at his arm as your body spasms. This feels way better than what you imagined, better than what you could ever do to yourself. You can feel tears well up in your eyes as something tight and hot burns your stomach.

“Mig..I-” You gasp, your back arching as your body locks.

You scream silently as you gush around his finger, your body twitching as Miguel continues curling his finger. He only stops when your body collapses back onto the bed, harsh breaths rising and falling from your sweaty chest. Miguel’s finger slowly slips out of you, your walls clinging desperately around it until it escapes with a small pop. The finger glistens with your release, and your eyes droop as Miguel sucks it into his mouth.

Nice and gentle.

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cherryredstars · 4 days

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Ok so i have this fic idea where reader and mig are from different universes and reader is a scientist and one time mig and her get drunk and start talking about the multiverse and suddenly they are on the topic of what would happen if people from different universes had a baby together. (You see where i am going with this...) they end up drunkenly fucking and saying it's for "research" because they can't admit to themselves that they are in love. If this request is too complicated feel free to ignore. Thank you in advance cherry!! I hope u have a marvelous new year!! 💕

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Oral Sex, Mentions of Animal Testing (for science), Breeding Kink

A/N: Thank you, love! I hope you're well!!!

You know there is a process.

And you know this isn't it.

There are supposed to be hypotheses and written out procedures. Dependent and independent variables, a control group. Fucking hell, you should be experimenting on fucking mice. You should be limiting the margins of error, should be going with the most direct, straightforward pursuit for results.

And yet...

You don't stop Miguel when he pushes you back onto the couch. You don't pause or even really think when he's pushing your pants down your legs, placing kisses along the skin as he goes. You lift your hips to aid him when his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, shivering when his warm breath fans over your exposed sex. If this experiment was in any sense proper, you would get straight into it. Cut out all the unneeded steps. But you can't help but pull his head closer to your aching core, craving the way his warm tongue laps at you. If you weren't already drunk, you would be drunk on this feeling alone.

But god, nothing has even been more satisfying than doing the work. You know the data would be void in a real experiment. The trials bleeding into each other hardly make for adequate data, but the way you beg him for more is involuntary. It feels too good, to have him desperately thrusting into you. It makes your mind numb, and everything you know about your life's passion is erased. The only thing that fills your head is the words Miguel grunts into you ears, promises of fucking a baby into you. Vows to make you bloated with load after load of his cum. That all it'll take is one of his orgasms to make it happen.

You guess that is a hypothesis in itself: Miguel O'Hara can get you pregnant with just one orgasm.

Too bad he's too desperate to find out if that hypothesis is correct. Because he doesn't stop at one. No, he keeps going. One after the other with no breaks in-between. But you guess that's to be expected, he is a man of science himself. A passionate one at that.

He's almost crazed in the way he overstimulates himself. Sweat beading in his hairline as he grunts down at you, watching the way he creamy cock slides in and out of your abused pussy. You've lost count of how many times you've come alone, but you know based on the way your body shivers and jolts that it's far more than you've ever had before. It's almost painful now, the way your next orgasm rips through you and shatters your soul again. You let out strangled breaths as you fight through the aftershocks and the continued pleasure of Miguel's cock slamming against your cervix. You swear you black out before he finally stops, your eyes and mind groggy as he pulls your hips flush against his as he spills into you.

You can feel him trying to push deeper into you as he pants ruggedly, his cock twitching against your walls until he's milked dry. Even when he's done filling you, he stays connected. He collapses onto you, breathing in the linger smell of sweat and sex on your skin.

"Got to make sure it takes."

Well, does the process really matter if you get the desired result anyway?

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cherryredstars · 7 days

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OH MY GOD REQUESTS ARE OPEN💃🏾💃🏾

gosh cherry i love you and your blog sm it makes my day😭

could i please have a college or highschool au where reader studies subjects like social science and business and literature and he does stem subjects and he at first has like a superiority complex, he doesn’t intend to, but he can’t help it, until he sees the reader like talk about social issues or how she can remember 17 step procedures and shit and he’s like…wow. maybe they can be together and he sees her pretend to teach people to learn and he’s learning stuff from her and it’s wholesome asf

god i don’t know i’m sorry im rambling😭😭 you don’t have to ofc but thank you anyway

and again, love you!!

Thank you, love!!!

He's the smartest person he knows.

It's not narcissistic if it's a fact. He's the top of his major program, already has offers for Ph.D programs nationwide mailed to his door. He's sure to get into any genetics department he wants for grad school. He's the star of the industry-path students. He's just that good, and what's the harm in taking pride in your accomplishments?

But he's never met someone like you before.

Usually he wouldn't care for people like you, with their abstract liberal art degrees in nonsense majors that'll just collect dust in a box in an attic somewhere. But there is something so enduring about you, about everything you do. The way you just know what people are thinking based on the twitch of their fingers and why they think it. The way you're so open to everything in a way that would make his lab buddies laugh with their one-way minds. It amazes him, the way your view is so wide in a way that something like genetics or STEM can't comprehend. In a way they don't allow. There is something so breath-taking about the way your mind has this endless freedom that he can't even grasp. Like a kaleidoscope of colors that are simultaneously beautiful and overwhelming to the senses. Something his factual mind craves.

The first time he had seen you, he was in the library. It isn't a place he would usually go to, but he had to collect some textbooks for his professor in the storage closet. He had gotten in a bit of trouble that day for taking so long, but how could he resist when he had heard the sweet cadence of your voice through the open door of a mini-lecture room. Very few students were in the room, it looked like a side presentation; one of those assignments that forced students to present their ideas on a topic to a group of people to try to captivate them into agreeing with your findings. There was a sort of fiery passion in the way you spoke, a hardened steel in your eyes that showed your resistance to back down. It was... enchanting, siren-like. So much so that he had been forced to sit in one of the empty seats in the back of the room, eyes stuck on you as you paced the front of class and rebutted comments from your peers.

He had no idea what you were talking about, but it still had that overwhelming effect on him. One that had him pressing the surface of his stomach against the hard edge of the lecture tables, his senses honing in to hear every last syllable that departed from your lips. There was this dream-like quality to you, something that consumed the mind and made them listen. A sort of intelligence that he would never know or understand. One that he would spend hours trying to learn if you were the one explaining it. He can't remember how long it took for him to start breathing again when your eyes scanned the room and locked onto him, clear confusion on your face at the random presence of college's most-awarded student. He could feel his heart bursting against his ribs, mouth parting slightly from the honor to be the center of your attention for even a few seconds before you looked away and carried on.

Suddenly, he didn't feel like the smartest person in the world. Not when you left him absolutely stupefied.

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cherryredstars · 9 days

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Your "sweet" boyfriend who can't resist the urge to have you sprayed out on his bed. He's absolutely in love with the pout on your face as he takes your tiny hands in his, guiding them down your body until your cute fingers spread your thighs open for him. He totally ignores the teary look in your eyes, finding it amusing as you shake your hips and whine for him to do something to relieve the achy need he had forced you to endure the whole time you were out together. But you've lasted this long; what's the harm in making you wait a little bit longer?

He's in love with the fussy huff that escapes your throat, shooting heart eyes at you as he gives your clit a little kiss that has your body twitching like a baby bunny. His sweet girl is just so fun to tease with your bratty noises and defenseless squirming. He could just eat you up and tear you apart. Would have his dying wish be to sink his sharp teeth into your delicate skin, marking you permanently. He salivates at the idea, and he's sure the tightness of his pants isn't a trick of the mind.

His face shoots towards your inner thighs, groaning as his jaw drops and his mouth is filled with your plush skin. You mewl loudly in pain as his sharp canines break through skin. He bites like a wolf given a chew toy, and you try to hit his head away. Your skin aches where he bites you, and you can already feel the saliva clinging to your skin. You whimper when he pulls away, feeling the prickling of blood as it beads from the sunken holes punched into your skin. Your whole body shivers when his warm tongue licks at it, the tinest drops of sweet copper filling his mouth.

It makes him hungry for something even sweeter.

- Miguel O'Hara, Soap Mactavish, König, Gojo Satoru, Sukuna, all of the JJK men, every and anyone of your boys tbh

#cherry's boys🍒#gojou satoru x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #sukuna x reader #cherry's randoms🍒#könig x reader

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cherryredstars · 13 days

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Cherry Baby🖤

I present to you the idea of Miguel x Mafia Princess reader.

- Readers family are new players in Nueva York's underworld business. They pride themselves on being a necessary evil, the lesser evils of the dark side.

- Miguel is made aware of a threat that isn't anomaly related and checks things, he's now aware of readers father/brother and the clan.

- Ends up saving reader after some things go south, he's interested in her not long after since she didn't react the ways he expected- not to the situation she was in or him, so he drops by often tries to learn things about her.

- Not too happy she's a mafia princess but he's willing to over look "her family" since they've helped in their own way.

- He enjoys the interactions with his antisocial fiesty girl who keeps him on his toes, she's not like anyone he knows.

- Miguel ends up whipped in love after she made him work for the opportunity to be hers. [you can cue the nasty nasty] * double points if you make the reader call the shots and Miguel goes with it. He likes following orders.

- His little mafia princess is however the Mafia head, operating through the supposed faces of the family. But Miggy baby is too far in.

- Miguel is no so hero after all, making compromises that way. Poor baby rationalizes his corruption kink with the fact he fvxked up a universe when he took over his variants life.

Please feel free to change this however you'd like, if you choose to write this. The idea is yours now 🥀

Here you are, love!

#cherry's requests🍒

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cherryredstars · 13 days

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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x mafia!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex

Summary: Bad girl, good guy.

A/N: Requested by @shadofireshinobi! Thank you. love!!

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Fuck, it's cold.

Miguel shrugs up the large bubble jacket higher up his body, the warm material meeting his chin as he turns into the narrow alleyway. His head is ducked down, yet white puffs of breath appear in front of his face. He sniffles as he looks behind his shoulder, the street lights getting dimmer the further he goes. He looks forward again with a sigh, stopping in the middle of the alleyway.

It's quiet. There aren't even any cars on the main road behind him. He can hear the dripping of water from earlier rain as it hits the ground, echoing against the brick walls. He looks up the walls, not spotting anything in the darkness, even with his enhanced senses. He shivers, shrugging in his jacket again. His lips thin, and he turns back around to the alley's entrance.

He doesn't get very far.

"Are you lost?"

The voice is silky smooth, and he can feel a pleasant feeling vibrate up his spine. He turns slightly, his head tilting up. She stands right above him on a creaky fire escape. He isn't sure how he didn't hear her, but he isn't surprised either. He turns fully to face her, his heart bounding.

"Yeah, think you can help me?"

He can hear her amused chuckle, watching her shadowed silhouette. She walks towards the end of the fire escape, a large groan sounding before rusted clicks fill the small space as the ladder falls. Miguel walks over, climbing it easily. She's waiting at the top for him, and he pauses to look up at her. A gust of wind blows, making her hair and nightgown sway. It makes Miguel's mouth dry and he swallows.

"I thought I told you not to wear that here."

Her voice disrupts his thoughts, and he huffs as he finally stands in front of her.

"Just got off duty." He says, shoving his hands in his pocket. "It's a bit cold to be wearing that out here."

He nods at her outfit, the end of his chin pointed at her. She rolls her eyes, her hand leaning on the railing as her hip juts out.

"It won't get me killed." She says in distaste, her eyes scanning his visible suit to signify the meaning of her words.

He chuckles at that, knowing how right she is. She pushes past him, going to the open window. She slips in, and Miguel bends down to follow her in. It's much warmer in the small apartment. It's not technically her's, just a small place she rents for these meet ups. The money she spends on it gets lost in the expenses of her shopping, but Miguel doesn't think her father or brothers would care too much if they found out she rents it. They would surely get mad if they found out why.

She closes the window behind him, and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around her. He leans down, trailing kisses along her shoulder as his hand slips to the edge of her dress. It ends up against her thigh, the soft skin melting into smooth silk and lace. She hums as she moves her head to the side, giving him room to explore her neck. His teeth nip lightly over where her pulse is, causing a pleased sigh to escape her lips.

"Missed you," He mumbles against her skin, his hand slipping under her dress.

His hand skims over her thighs and up to her stomach, resting against the warm skin. Her hand lands over his on the fabric, her body pushing back against his own. Her other hand finds it's way into his hair, pulling his head slightly so their face to face.

"Don't be cute." She smiles teasingly, "Don't think I didn't see you on that rooftop two days ago."

His cheeks flush at the mention. He wasn't trying to follow her, he just happened to stumble upon the scene. He didn't know all that noise was her and her brothers dealing with... business. But, it was good business! Honestly, the world could do without two corrupt CEOs. At least, that's what he tells himself.

Her nose bumps against his, and his eyes dart down to her lips. She has that pretty lipstick that he gifted her a few visits ago on, and he subconsciously licks his lips. Her smile widens, leaning forward to kiss him. He instantly moans, closing his eyes and holding her tighter. He only lets up when she moves to turn, wrapping both of her hands around his neck as the kiss deepens.

He almost trips when she makes him move backwards, walking him until the back of his legs hit the edge of the couch as he throws his coat to the floor. He collapses heavily onto it, tearing the two apart, He looks up at her as she goes to straddle his lap, his hands gripping her waist. She flips her hair to the side, smiling down at him before she leans down to his neck. He groans softly as he tilts his head back, his eyes closing as her lips suck and kiss at his neck. His brows furrow in a silent moan as she grinds against his already hard cock.

Even if his hands weren't under her dress before, he can feel the fact that she was no panties on. The warm mound of her heat rubs against the technological material of his suit, his hips bucking up to meet her moves. She giggles against his neck, pulling away as his lashes flutter open. He has that silly, hypnotized look on his face. She can't help but smirk down at him, the silly little spider that's absolutely smitten with her.

She cups his cheek, stroking the slightly stubble-graced skin. He leans into her touch, eyes practically glowing with hearts as he looks up at her.

"Get rid of the suit, Miggy." You whisper down at him, biting your lip as he gives you a small nod that turns into enthusiastic nodding as your words click.

It recedes in seconds, and both you and Miguel moan as his weeping tip just barely skims over your folds. His eyes drop down, huffing when the ends of your dress block his view. You smile slightly at the pout on his face, your hands slowly grabbing at the ends of your dress as your bring it up to your waist. The second your pretty pussy is revealed to him, Miguel's breath catches.

It rushes out of him instantly when you slowly sink down on him, a choked moan parting from his lips as your warmth pulsates around him. His hands grip your thighs tights, his eyes snapping up to your face. You're looking down at where you two meet, but you meet his eyes once you feel them on you. You smile lazily at him, smirking when his face contorts as you begin bouncing on his cock.

His mouth drops open in breathless moans, his eyes dreamy as he studies your face. You bite your lip as the tip of his cock presses against your cervix, your own moan filling the room. Miguel whimpers up at you as you clench around his cock, eyes rolling back with a groan as you buck your hips. You giggle at how easily it is to make him go crazy, leaning down to quite him down with a kiss.

He hums against your lips, eagerly returning the kiss as he squeezes your thighs tights. You can feel that pleasant burn of an orgasm forming in the bit of your stomach, and your trail your hands down until they land on top of his. You silently move his hands up to your waist, and he makes quick work of bouncing you on his dick, already used to the silent command. You moan against his lips, pulling away and throwing your head back as your hands land on his shoulders in support.

A pleased gasp leaves you as you feel Miguel's warm mouth wrap around your nipple through the silk, a desperate noise leaving him. He can feel your walls tightening around him, and he sucks harder on your covered nipple to distract himself from the twitching of his cock. He wants- needs- you to come first, his hips hammering up into you. You're surprised your lip isn't bleeding from how hard you're biting down on it, but it finds relief when the band inside of you snaps.

A loud moan is directed at the ceiling as you come, your pussy clamping down on him as he stills. He pants out your name as he spills inside of you, the feeling dizzying. You giggle at the fucked out look on his face, gently easing yourself off of him. He leans his head against the back of the couch, taking his time in catching his breath. You hover just over his lap, pushing the hair out of his face with a smile.

You have him right where your family wants him.

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cherryredstars · 15 days

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Oh my stars helllooo!!! I LOVE LOVE LOOVVEEE all of your Miguel work and I was wondering if you could do some punk!reader one shots??

I always come across super cute Miguel one shots, but it gets kinda hard to imagine myself as such a soft girly reader when I’m always so opposite ya know??

It doesn’t have to be anything specific, it could be smut or not but it the reader was able to be more alternative and like punk/goth?

Stuff like face piercings, colored hair, scary or like more elaborate makeup with big eyeliner, or like a reader that gets in a lot of fights and people are more like afraid of ya know? Just something that’s a little more alternative.

I’m sorry if this is such a weird and big ask!! I’d really appreciate it if you have the time!! I hope your 2024 is good so far and have a good dayyyy!!!!!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Punk!fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing

A/N: Today is all for you, love!!!

Not Edited :(

You are going to break this mirror.

You glare into your reflection, then cursing as it smudges your still-wet eyeliner. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes in a futile attempt to calm your raging nerves. You smile slightly, opening your eyes and leaning towards the bathroom mirror again. Your lips thin in concentration as your frustratingly shaky hand comes to your eyelid, liquid eyeliner in your grasp.

As you press the tip to where you left off, Miguel walks into the bathroom. He means no harm when he walks in to wrap his arms around you, but him trying to scoot in between you and the door causes him to bump against your body. You gasp as your body jolts, your hand jerking up with the movement. Your mouth gapes as you stare into your reflection, a wobbly line of black eyeliner trailing from your eyelid and past your eyebrow piercing. The line goes straight into the hairline near your temple, ruining your perfect base.

You drop the eyeliner into the sink, your hands opening. Your nostrils flare as you look into your reflection, your hands making a claw-like shape as you imagine strangling the man behind you. The look of frustration disappears scarily fast. A sickly sweet smile appears on your face as you look at Miguel's reflection. You tilt your head to the side, blinking rapidly as your hands clap together. The loud noise fills the bathroom and Miguel rubs the back of his neck in guilt.

He gulps, meeting your eyes through the mirror, "Sorry."

"Miguel," You breath out, turning to him slowly with your tight-lipped smile.

"Yes?" He replies meekly, already knowing what's to come.

"Get out!" You burst, moving to push him out the door.

He grunts from your pure strength, moving backwards before grabbing the frame of the door to stop you from shoving him out completely. You huff as he doesn't move, his knuckles white from his grip. You cross your arms, cheeks puffing up in anger. You have nasty glare on your face, and Miguel second guesses himself.

"What?" You ask, your tone is all business.

"I-" Miguel starts as you raise your pierced brow, "I'm sorry. Let me help you. You've been in here for like, 30 minutes."

Your body relaxes for a second, thinking it over. Your tongue flicks over your snake bites before you sigh. You walk over to the toilet, putting the seat down before sitting on it. You reach over to the sink, leaning over it and grabbing your eyeliner and a makeup wipe. You hold both out to Miguel, a displeased look on your face.

Miguel smiles slightly to himself, walking over and grabbing the two items. His hand comes to your chin, tilting your face up. He has a look of concentration on his face as he gently wipes away the line of eyeliner. You stare into his face, a teasing glare on your face that he chuckles at.

"It's supposed to look like the other one, right?" He whispers, the outer palm of his hand resting against your cheek as he hovers the eyeliner over your eyelid.

You're about to nod, but with the eyeliner so close to your face you stop yourself. "Yup. Don't ruin it."

Miguel's lips thin as he twists his hand, and you close your eyes. You keep them relaxed, trying to not move your eye too much behind the lid. Miguel hesitates before he commits, attempting to draw the line at the same angle and ending it at the same place. You can feel the wet brush glide against your skin, and your eyes open the moment the sensation goes away.

Miguel is leaning back, his hand still on your chin as he looks between the other wing and the line he made. He nods to himself in accomplishment, leaning towards your face again. You close your eyes again, and the feeling of the brush against your lid comes back soon after. It glides back down, meeting the already dried part that is covering the majority of your eyelid closest to your lashes. Miguel leans back again, and you open your eyes. Miguel scolds you, telling you to close your eyes. You do so quickly, just for Miguel to change his mind and tell you to open them again.

You give him an unamused look as his eyes skip to one of your eyes to the other. He sucks on his cheek, before nodding and moving back towards your face. You close your eyes one last time as Miguel fills in the large wing, waiting a few more seconds even after he's pulled away to make sure it dries a bit so it doesn't transfer anywhere it shouldn't be.

"Is it okay?" Miguel asks when you finally open your eyes.

You push yourself off of the toilet, moving past Miguel to go to the mirror. You lean into your reflection, tilting your head side to side to study each wing. You hum in surprise. He actually did a good job. You smile slightly at your reflection, the frustration of not being able to complete the second wing finally dissipating.

"Yeah." You say softly, "You did really good big guy."

You can practically feel Miguel beaming behind you, his chest puffed out in pride. You laugh, turning to him and beckoning him towards you. He comes quickly, and you cup his cheek to lower his face so you can kiss his cheek. His eyes close happily, a smile on his face as you pull away. You huff out in amusement as the dark color of your lipstick stains his cheek. You grab the makeup wipe he used and rub at the mark.

"Next time you make me mess up my makeup," You say as you clean his face, "I'll kill you."

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Well, this isn't fun anymore.

You sigh as you toe at a pebble on the street. The curb is uncomfortable under your ass, but you sit and wait patiently. The night chill doesn't really bother you anymore, but you know your face is flushed from the wind. You lean forward, your elbow resting against your knee as you rest your chin on your palm. The bent position of your hand makes your bruised knuckles ache slightly, but you kinda like the pain so you ignore it. You can wear footsteps, but you don't look up as the person stops behind you.

"I was only in the bathroom for a minute. How did you get into a fight?" A familiar voice asks you.

You shrug like a little kid getting reprimanded on the playground, continuing to play with the pebble. Miguel sighs, and you can already picture him running his fingers through his hair. Miguel shuffles before he sits besides you, and you lean your head against his bicep. His hand comes up gently, taking yours. His fingers brush over your bruised knuckles, and you scrunch your face up at the sore feeling. Miguel sighs once again.

"He was being an asshole." You mumble after a moment of silence, pulling your hand away from him. "He said he wanted a piece of me, so I gave him some. Handsy fucker."

Miguel's lips thin, trying not to chuckle. He shakes his head, leaning back on his hands as he looks up at the dark sky. You keep your head on his shoulder, playing with your lip rings. Silence envelopes the two of you, and Miguel's large hand cradles the side of your head.

"He had a nasty fucking nose bleed. Think you broke his nose or something." He comments suddenly, his eyes darting down to you.

You shrug again, eyes downcast. "Deserved it."

Miguel finally lets out a chuckle, sitting up again and pressing a kiss to your hair.

"Large fucker, too. Did a number on him."

You perk up, sensing the underlining tones of praise in his statement. You smile, turning your head at him as you nod excitedly.

"I know right! I got him really good!"

Miguel smiles at you, tilting his head to the side as he moves some hair out of your face. "Yeah, you did. Good job, baby."

You smile at his praise, pride surging through your body. You tilt your chin up, self-satisfaction radiating off of you. Miguel shakes his head in amusement, pushing himself off of the pavement and into a standing position. He dusts the back of his pants off, holding his other hand out for you. You reach out, a loud slap filling the silent night as your hands clap together and he hauls you up. You dust your pants off with one of your hands as Miguel holds on gently to your bruised one. Once you're ready to go, Miguel loops his arm over your shoulders, pulling you to his side as he begins to walk down the street. You're thankful for the warmth, not realizing how much the cold really was getting to you.

"Sorry, for ruining date night." You say as the two of you walk, looking up at his face.

His eyes dart to your face, a lazy smile on his face. "It's okay, I wasn't really in the mood to go to a bar anyways."

You smile slightly, looking forward again, but quickly looking back up when Miguel starts talking again.

"But, if you really want to make it up to me," He teases, "you can let me help you redye your hair when we get home. Oh, and put some frozen peas on that hand."

He secretly loves when you get into fights so he can baby you after.

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cherryredstars · 18 days

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hello cherry! i hope you are having a wonderful new year because i know i am.

little info, this is the same slut who requested overstimulated hobie brown. i read it, gorgeous. literally screenshotted it because of how good it was. i need more of it and i am willing to fight with a spear and a shield for it.

so you know like, 70s/80s are when female domination finally was at it's peak? yes so i would like to request a very dominant and MEAN (maybe even older/more experienced though honestly thats up to you) reader. make her mean its hot. not that being rude is hot, but i like women just as much as i like xy beings and i like my women kinda fucked up

thank you🙏

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Slight Degradation, Choking, Penetrative Sex, Facesitting, Face Slapping, Hair Pulling, Sub!Hobie

Summary: Power to the woman.

A/N: So glad you loved it! Hope you enjoy this one too!!

Word Count: 1.8K (Not Edited)

The sound of his head hitting the wall is muffled by his moan.

His hands grab desperately to your sides, his eyes rolling back when you suck hard at his lip piercing, the sting of pain going straight to his cock. Your hands are fisted around the lapels of his leather jacket, pushing him harder against the wall. Your hand falls away from his jacket, going further down until you roughly cup his bulge. He groans, his head leaning back as your mouth starts trailing kisses against his neck. Smudges of dark red lipstick stain his skin, being accompanied by hickeys as you bite and suck on him. His hips buck into hand as you return to kissing his lips. For a second, he tries to gain control, pushing back on you and fighting your tongue with his.

Your brows furrow, your other hand leaving his jacket and wrapping the front of his neck. You use your entire weight to push back on him, your hand squeezing his neck enough to make breathing slightly harder. He whimpers when he’s forced back against the wall, quickly losing the battle between your tongues. Your tongue invades his mouth triumphantly, exploring his mouth before pulling away. His lips try to follow yours, but the hand around his neck prevents him from getting far. You tsk at him, shaking your head. You press your lower body against his, grinding your front to his bulge. He hisses, his hold on your hips tightening.

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Hobie.” You sneer, squeezing his neck tighter before letting go. Hobie coughs slightly, his chest heaving as his breathing comes easy. “A pathetic attempt on your part.”

Hobie smirks slightly, tilting his head to the side. “What can I say, love? Y’make me weak.”

Your hand slaps his cheek, his head moving to the slide before you quickly grab his chin and force his face down to yours. You have a disgusted look on your face, and Hobie resists the urge to whine. “Don’t smart mouth me, little boy. Get on the bed.”

He can feel his cock twitch in his pants, his eyes going hazy as he looks down at you. You scoff, pushing away from him. Hobie quickly shrugs off his jacket, grabbing his white beater from behind his neck and pulling it over his head. He throws it to the floor, looking down as his hands rushes to undo the button and pull them down his legs. His underwear goes with the pants, leaving him fully naked as he rushes to the bed. He throws himself onto it, leaning on his elbows as he sits at the edge. You’ve stripped too, leaving yourself in your bra. The rest of your body is bare, exposed to him. Hobie groans as he looks at your body, biting his lip as you straddle his lap.

His hands fall to your thighs, squeezing them. Your hand goes to the nape of his neck, massaging the base of his head before your hand grabs a fist-full of his wicks. He winces as you pull his head back, forcing him to look up at you. You tilt your head to the side, your other hand coming up to trace the shape of his jaw. He gulps as your thumb presses into his chin, your face leaning down towards his ear. You blow warm air against his neck, causing his body to shiver.

“Do you want to make me feel good, Hobie?” You whisper into his ear, your voice dripping with sexual appeal. Hobie tries to nod, wincing again when he remembers his hair in your hands.

“Yes,” he mumbles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

You smile, licking the shell of his ear before pulling away. Your hands leave his hair and chin, moving to his chest. You push him, making him fall back to his elbows. Your hands fall to either side of his head, your nose almost bumping into his. Hobie’s breath hitches, eyes dropping to your lips before moving back to your eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head again.

“Good, then be a good little boy and lay on your back at the top of the bed.” You demand, pushing yourself up until you’re kneeling on the bed.

Hobie is quick to follow your directions, pushing himself backwards and laying his head back on the pillows. You follow him once he’s laid flat on the bed, his eyes glued to your form. Your knees land on either side of his head. Hobie can’t decide where to look, his breath elevated as he looks between your face and your sweet pussy. You smirk, your hand landing on his head to keep his gaze on your cunt. Your other hand slides down your body, two of your fingers spreading your pussy lips apart so he can see the slick dripping from your entrance. Hobie groans at the sight, licking his lips as his mouth goes dry.

Your hand joins your other on Hobie’s head, tilting it back. You slowly lower yourself, your thighs bouncing the second you’re fully seated on his face. Hobie’s eyes go to your face, half-lidded as his hands come to your thighs.

“Suck.” You demand, grinding your hips down onto his face.

He groans as his mouth opens and latches onto your clit, sucking and licking at it. You moan softly, your eyes closing in bliss. You tighten your hold on his hair, a vibration running throughout your body as he moans against your cunt. Your hips buck, his nose rubbing against your clit messily. His breath comes out in sharp exhales from his nose, warming your mound before being smothered with your cunt. His eyes are hazy, hands tightening on your thighs as he laps at your pussy. Wet clicks sound under you, the echoes of his tongue lolling being amplified by the walls.

“More,” you sigh out, slapping one hand against the wall, the other keeping his head in place as you grind down on his face, “C’mon, Hobie. Tongue fuck me.”

Hobie’s eyes squeeze shut, mumbling against your pussy lips. You moan out when his tongue prods at your entrance, slipping in and licking at your throbbing walls. You curse under your breath, bouncing down on his face slightly to push his tongue in and out of you. The small sounds of skin slapping against skin masks Hobie’s whines, his hands coming up to your hips to glue your cunt to his face. You can tell his tongue is starting to ache by how sloppy it is when he flicks over your clit and tries to find your hole again. Feeling nice, you bring your hand to your clit, pinching at the bud until it triggers your orgasm.

Hobie laps it up greedily, swallowing it down as he shakes his head to collect every drop. You hiss, getting off his face as your thighs twitch. Hobie pants under you, the lower part of his face shiny with your slick. His tongue peaks from his lips, licking up whatever he can. Even in his dazed state, he forces his eyes to follow you as you go further down his body. He pushes himself up on his elbows just in time to watch you extend your hand, squeezing hard around his tip. He whines, hips jolting as he falls onto his back again.

You chuckle, letting go of him as you go to straddle his lap. Your hands are planted on his chest, keeping you balanced as you lift your hips. You tease your cunt over his tip, making him breath out shakily. Your hand slides up his chest, slipping around his neck, effectively distracting him before you slam your hips down on his cock. He cries out as his tip hits your cervix, his back arching off the bed before your hand pushes his chest down flat to the bed. One of his hands wraps around the wrist of your hand around his neck as you begin to squeeze, simultaneously lifting your hips and sinking back down on him. He whines at you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your walls suction around his throbbing cock.

You scoff, lightening your hold around his neck. “I just started fucking you and you’ve already gone stupid.”

“You’re. Acting. Like. A. Virgin.” You grit out, punctuating each word with a hard slam of your hips. Hobie only turns his head to the side, breathing heavily as his cock twitches inside of you.

You laugh meanly, letting go of his neck. You force his head back to the position it was in before, slapping his cheek before grabbing his neck again. You glare down at him, your hips never slowing as you begin to cut off his air flow. His head is getting fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and from the pleasure coursing through his body, whimpering weakly as he ruts his hips into you.

“I didn’t tell you to look away.” You scold. “Keep your eyes on me until you cum.”

He nods the best he can, his hands grabbing at your waist and squeezing the skin to help him fuck up into you. You moan, rewarding him by lightening your grip on his neck. He sucks in air greedily, gasping and choking on his moans. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, making your hips just barely lift as you chase the pleasure. Hobie can feel your walls clench around his cock, causing him to moan and whisper pleas for you to cum around his cock. It sets you off, crying out as you slam your hips down on his one last time before your body twitches with your orgasm. Hobie hisses as he empties soon after, lazily fucking up into you to help the both of your ride out your orgasms.

You breathe heavily, your eyes closing as your hand falls away from Hobie’s neck. You slowly push yourself off of him, landing beside him on the bed. His head is already turned towards you, a fucked-out look still on his face. You smile at him, turning on your side so you lean on your elbow. Your finger traces his jawline, your thumb dragging down his bottom lip. You give his cheek two quick pats before you push yourself off the bed.

You grab your panties and pants, pulling them on before grabbing your own tank top and throwing Hobie’s leather jacket over it. You walk to the cracked mirror hanging on Hobie’s wall. You ruffle up your hair, swiping your thumb against the smudge of lipstick near the bottom of your lip as you see Hobie sit up on bed. You turn when you’ve fixed yourself up, walking back to him. You grab him by the chin, pulling him into a deep kiss. He moans against your lips, following after you as you pull away. You push him back onto the bed, walking away and to his door. You turn one last time towards him, giving him a moving wave.

“Guess you weren’t that much of a loser after all.”

I’d let reader top me.

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cherryredstars · 19 days

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part 3 of 'The game' with Miguel perhaps? 🫢

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Anal Penetrative Sex, Pegging, Anal Fingering, Slight Edging, Subby Miguel

Summary: Is this game over?

A/N: Blame the 48.4% of people who voted for this. So sorry it’s so late, love!

Word Count: 2.2K (Not Edited)

Part 1 Part 2

“Will you ever get tired of this little game?”

You ask him, a snarky smile on your face. The two of you barely stepped through the front door when he was whining against your lips. His hips had pressed into you, his hard on rutting against your pants. I want to play the game he begged, Please play the game with me.

You threw your head back with a smile, fingers tangling into Miguel’s hair as he kissed your neck. He was already so desperate, humping your thigh through his clothing like a pathetic dog. You cooed down at him, tugging on his hair as he whined into your neck. His breathing was heavy, and his hands held your waist. He had you completely pinned to the wall, his body weight preventing you from moving. You gave his hair a harsh tug, forcing his face away from your neck so he could look at your face. His eyes were glassy, his mouth parted as he let out sharp pants.

“First number?” You asked, looking down your nose at him.

Miguel whined, and you coaxed him to answer you by pressing kisses up the side of his face. You heard the hitching of Miguel’s breath at your kisses, his hips stilling momentarily. “Three.”

You hummed against his skin, continuing your kisses. You eventually reached his ear and you smiled to yourself. You slowly blew against the shell, giving his hair another sharp tug until his face was toward the ceiling. He whimpered against your hold, whining as you kissed and sucked at the shell of his ear. You gave his lobe a tiny nip, chuckling as he bucked his hips. “Second number?”

“Five,” he said instantly, causing you to freeze against him.

His breaths were the only thing filling the room, and you slowly backed away from him. You let go of his hair, letting his face naturally meet yours. Your fingers massaged his scalp, causing his eyes to get droopy and his body to melt into you.

“Are you sure, Miggy?” You asked, seriousness in your tone. The sudden shift made Miguel pause for a second, but then he nodded.

You let out another hum, leaning down to kiss him. Miguel instantly moaned into your mouth, his lips parting for more. Your tongue massages against his, skimming over teeth and the roof of his mouth. It’s hot and heavy, muffling each other’s noises. His hands are desperate as they roam over your body, trying and failing to find a place to land. His clothed cock is rubbing against you again, and you snake your hand down his chest until you’re cupping him. He whines loudly into your mouth, pulling away and rutting into your hand. His breaths are labored, and he’s sloppy with his movements. He’s like a teenager trying to hump his pillow for the first time. Pathetic and desperate.

With your mouth freed, it finds its place against his ear again. You give it a slow lick, causing a low groan from Miguel. Your breath against the wetness of his ear has him shivering as you instruct him, “Be a good boy and wait for me in the bedroom.”

For a moment, you’re unsure if he’s even listening. His eyes are foggy and he doesn’t stop his rutting. You’re about to repeat yourself before he whines, letting your hands slip away from his body. He looks like a wounded puppy, a small pout on his lips as he looks at you. You almost want to laugh as you grasp his jaw, giving him another kiss that has him perking up. His eyes are dopey as he takes you in for a few more seconds, but eventually he pulls away from you completely and towards the bedroom. You watch him leave, waiting until he closes the bedroom door.

When it closes, you make your way to the hallway closet, it’s filled with the usual things like cleaning supplies and extra sheets and blankets, but in the corner is a lone box. It’s been sitting in there for a while now, maybe a month. It’s already opened, so you have no trouble lifting the cardboard flaps and being greeted with the main attraction of tonight. It’s a bright red, something that made you laugh when you purchased it. It’s not as long as Miguel is, maybe an inch or two shorter. But it is an inch thicker than he is. Faux veins are molded into the silicone, creating grooves and bumps. It’s slightly tilted upwards, creating a curve meant to make the bulbous tip hit and drag against fleshy walls. The strap is made of comfortable yet sturdy material, made to not irritate the skin. There is even a small bottle of water-based lubricant.

You carry the box into the bedroom, balancing it in one hand as you turn the doorknob. When you peek inside, Miguel’s clothes are thrown onto the floor in a rush, and he lays on the bed in an antsy mess. His eyes instantly meet yours, and he tracks you as you walk in. His eyes stray to the box, and he watches as you set it down on the bed. You slide it over to him, keeping him distracted as you begin to strip. His eyes fight between watching you or opening the box, but eventually his curiosity wins. His hand opens the flap, and his body tenses as he takes in the strap-on. His cheeks warm the longer he looks at it, but he only looks away when you sit besides him on the bed. You’re completely naked, and Miguel takes the moment to trail his eyes over your body before meeting your eyes.

“When did you-?” He asks, not finishing his question.

You only smile, shrugging slowly, “A month or so ago.”

Your hands come up to Miguel, massaging his muscles so his body relaxes again. Your smile dies away, and your tone turns serious, “We don't need to do it if you don’t want to. We can do something else.”

Miguel is silent for a moment, and his eyes move back to the box. He studies it for a second before nodding, “I… want to try it.”

He can feel his cock jump with interest, and he aches the more he imagines it. You chuckle at him as his cock begins to leak precum, and you reach over for the box. You empty the contents, placing the strap and dildo on the bed and placing the lube on the nightstand for the time being. Miguel watches as you assemble the strap, his skin flushed. He can’t help but admire your hands, watching them as they work to complete the toy, almost like you’ve done this countless times. When it’s finally put together, you slip it on, adjusting the straps until it clings to your body nicely. The sight of you makes Miguel’s cock jump, and he has to fist the sheet to stop him from touching himself.

You walk over to the night stand, grabbing the lube and opening it. You hold the dildo steady as you squirt some of the lubricant on it, stroking up and down to coat the silicone. Miguel gulps as you turn to him, your hand still stroking the toy as you smile at him.

“Hands and knees, Miggy. Need to prep you too.”

Miguel gulps, hesitating before doing what he’s told. His cheeks flame as he sits in the center of the bed, resisting the urge to lose his position to bury his head into his arms. The bed dips when you join him, resting just behind him. He shivers when your lips brush up his spine, his eyes shutting as he lets out a breath. Your breath is warm as you giggle, hitting his skin. It almost distracts him from the faint path your fingers make over the side of his thighs. They move up, your nails dragging to his pelvis. His head hangs down as your fingers skim over his cock, his spine stiffening as you grab him at the base.

He moans softly as your hand strokes him, his hands fisting at the sheets. His cock twitches at your attention, his tip weeping precum that you swipe away with your fingers. He can feel the ball in his stomach tightening until it explodes, making you pull your sticky hand away.

“One,” You call from behind him.

Miguel groans quietly, his eyes opening as he looks over his shoulder. The bottle of lube sits next to your knee, but you ignore it as you wipe your hand against Miguel’s puckered hole. His sticky cum clings to his skin, wetting it slightly. Your finger presses against his hole, meeting some resistance. You grab the lube, spreading him apart as you watch the clear liquid drip onto his skin. He flinches at the coldness, whining as your finger swirls it around his hole. His ass clenches when you slip your finger inside of him, the resistance from before gone.

Miguel’s brows furrow, trying to relax his body. You reward his efforts with the slight curl of your finger and a kiss to the base of his spine. Miguel’s body jolts when he feels a second finger just outside his hole, his body collapsing forward when you push it in slowly. The two fingers bump against the untouched bundle of nerves, making Miguel choke on a moan. You smile, slowly pumping and curling the two fingers. You’ve never heard Miguel be so vocal as you tease his prostate, watching the way his body jolts and shifts. You make sure not to put direct pressure against his gland, wanting to save all the fun for the main event. It’s just enough to make a dose of pleasure melt into his spine, and you pull your fingers away when you’ve deemed him stretched enough.

Miguel’s chest is already heaving against the mattress when he feels the wet tip of the dildo at his hole. His body locks as it slowly pushes in, hitting against his prostate. His cock twitches as he squeezes his eyes shut, still so sensitive from your fingering. You bottom out inside of him, giving him a second before slowly pulling back. It’s enough for him to moan loudly, his dick jumping as he spurts pearly cum onto the sheets. He groans, cheeks flushed from embarrassment at his premature orgasm. You have the opposite reaction, laughing as you coo down at him.

“Oh, Miggy. Was it that good?” You smile, pausing all movement.

Miguel doesn’t respond, only panting. His hand comes to his cock, hissing when he touches his tip. He tries to sooth the orgasm with slow strokes, but he’s stopped when your hands pull him away. His cock is going soft, but it hardness up as you slowly push back into him.

“Just need one more from you, Miggy. Just one more.” You whisper behind him.

He lets out a tired hum in acknowledgement. He sighs out heavily, his eyes feeling droopy. His mouth drops open again in a moan when you thrust fully into him for the first time. His prostate swells as the faux veins of the dildo rubs against it with each movement of your hips. His hands squeeze into the bed, burying his head into the sheets to muffle his whimper. He bucks his hips, pushing back into you lazily. Your hands rub up and down his back, small praises leaving your lips. It goes straight to Miguel’s head, making it foggy. He lifts his head, his chin sinking into the mattress.

“Close,” he whines, “So close.”

You hum, dragging out and stopping until only the tip of the dildo is in him. The orgasm dies down, his prostate throbbing. Miguel mumbles, shaking his hips to coax the dildo further inside of him. You shush him, slowly pushing back into him. He sighs out in relief, grinding back onto you as you begin thrusting again. You surprise him when your hand reaches to his front, grabbing at his cock. You simply hold his heavy cock in your hands, speeding up your thrusts. The force of them jolts his body forward, making him thrust into your hand involuntary. He moans weakly, sniffling as tears prick his eyes from the sensitivity. He cock twitches, and you tighten your hold around him.

Miguel lets out a shaky, broken moan as he cums. His entire body twitches with the release, and you stop your thrusting to quickly jack him off. He whines loudly, trying to escape your touch. You relent when he starts babbling pleas for mercy, squeezing his tip before letting him go. He sinks into the bed, moaning quietly when you slide out of him. His knees straighten up, allowing him to lay flat on the bed. He whines slightly, his knees aching slightly from being in the position for a while. His eyes close, only to open when he feels your fingers at the nape of his neck. He moves his head to the side, looking at you with sleepy eyes. You smile down at him, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead. He smiles slightly at the soft affection, eyes fluttering shut.

“You just stay here, yeah? Gonna go get you water and something to clean you up with.” You say softly, your hands pushing his hair away from his face.

He simply nods, feeling you get off the bed and some shuffling before the door opens and closes. He sighs out, feeling his muscles relax and his mind begins to shut down. He feels the edges of sleep clawing into his bones, and he does nothing to fight it.

God, this game is tiring.

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cherryredstars · 20 days

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Do you smell that?

It smells like.... a wave of submissive spiders...

#cherry's randoms🍒#atsv smut #miguel ohara #hobie brown #cherry's requests🍒

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cherryredstars · 21 days

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Hii cherry how are you?? I hope you're having a great day or night!

I was hoping to request if you can make a cheaterMiguel O'HaraXFemReader

(Btw have a great new year or any holiday you're celebrating! I love you and your work so much! Mwa❤)

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

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Cheating, Penetrative Sex, Miguel Gets Slapped

Summary: Once a cheater, always a cheater.

A/N: I wasn’t sure if Miguel was cheating on or with the reader, so why not write both! I hope you’re doing well, love!

Word Count: 810 (Not Edited)

Miguel cheating with You:

You know it’s fucked up.

He’s married. The cool band of his wedding ring digging into your hip as he grabs at your skin. But he wants you. He told you so himself! His body presses against your back, your hands fisting the sheets as he thrusts into your sloppy pussy. You're gushing all over his cock, eyes rolling back as his hand holds your neck, forcing you to look up at the ceiling as he rests his head against your temple.

“Fuck, baby. So tight for me, yeah?” He groans into your hair. You nod your head in agreement, whimpering when his cock slams into you.

Your breathing is heavy, hearts in your eyes as he gives you a hard kiss. He licks and sucks on your skin, marking you as his even though he’s marked by another woman. He won’t let you make him back, keeping your face pinned to the sheets under you as he thrusts deep into you. He pulls you to him, until you're back in flush against his chest. The angle has you finishing in seconds, clamping around his cock.

“Promise I’ll leave her for you, baby.” Miguel moans as he spills into you, making you believe another one of his empty lies. “Gonna get you a pretty ring to prove it too.”

You collapse on the bed when he lets go of you, your breath coming in heavy pants. Miguel massages your body, helping you calm down when his phone goes off. He pulls out of you, leaving you empty. You push off the bed slowly with your exhaustion, looking as Miguel gets dressed and answers the phone before it stops ringing.

“Hey, babe. Miss you,” You hear him say into the receiver before he leaves the room, closing the door after him.

You sigh, tears pricking your eyes as you hear your front door open and close. Silence enters your tiny apartment, your body aching as you pick yourself off the bed. Right before you head to the bathroom, your phone lights up. You run to it like a love sick puppy, hearts in your eyes breaking when you see the message Miguel sent you.

Don’t forget to take a plan B.

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Miguel cheating on You:

You’re so fucking tired.

Today has been shit, absolute shit. You almost want to collapse on the floor and start crying when you drop your keys in front of your apartment door. You bend down, tightening your eyes shut to stop yourself. You snatch your keys off the floor, huffing as you aggressively jab it through the keyhole and unlock the door. You slam the door behind you, throwing the keys in the dish near the door as you rip your shoes off. Your feet ache, and all you want to do is watch trashy TV and cuddle with Miguel. You undo the hairdo you did for today, your scalp sighing in relief as you’re able to let your hair down and breathe. You run a hand through your hair, massaging your temple as you walk toward your bedroom.

You lift your hand to open the door, but you freeze before you touch it. Your eyes pop open, your hand stitching as you hear a… moan from behind the door. Your brows furrow, leaning forward and jolting back when you hear it again. But what’s worse is this time, instead of simply being a noise. It’s a name. Miguel’s name. Almost to confirm your suspicions, you hear the gruff voice of Miguel, groaning as the woman squeals under him. Your hand darts to the door, throwing it opening and turning on the lights in your bedroom.

The two bodies on your bed stop, turning to your heavy form at the door. The woman under Miguel screams, covering herself up with the sheets as Miguel looks at you with wide eyes. He scrambles off of her, turning to you with excuses already on his tongue. You can't even look at the two of them, shaking your head as you turn away. You can feel the tears you've been holding back all day come to the surface, wiping at your eyes as you rush to the front door and begin putting on the shoes you just took off. Miguel calls after you, grabbing your arm as you go to open the front door.

You whip around, not even thinking twice before slapping him in the face. His hold on your loosens as his head whips to the side in surprise. You grab your bag and keys, glaring at him as you open the door.

“By the time I’m back,” you seeth, “You and your whore better be out of my house!”

Miguel doesn’t get any time to respond, his head still reeling from the slap by the time the front door slams behind you.

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cherryredstars · 22 days

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Hey I wanted to say how are you and I love your blog, keep it up its amazing ✨️

Anyways I have a request for a fic about miguel in a different multiverse being like the hot shot cop and all and he's like the head detective and whatever and the reader if his partner or whatever and they come across a case where he had feelings for her for awhile and I'm this case it made him confess to her how he feels and it goes from there, but like he ends up putting her in handcuffs to have his way with her ikykwimya? anything of that stature just a big Rookie fan and that's what gave me the idea. Anyways have a lovely day 💙

Pairing: Cop!Miguel O’Hara x Partner fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Confession, Handcuffs, Gag, Fingering, Penetrative Sex

Summary: Well, that’s one way to wind down from the job…

A/N: I’m doing great, love!! Thank you for supporting my work <3

Word Count: 1.9K (Not Edited)

The hotel door rattles as he slams it shut.

“Really?” You scoff, arms crossing as you stare at him storming across the room. “You’re acting like a child.”

Miguel ignores you, aggressively ripping off his jacket and throwing his car keys on the dresser. He starts working on his tie, undoing it as he glares into the mirror. You roll your eyes, walking over to the bed and sitting down. You’re just in view in the mirror, the displeased look on your face obvious.

“I was just doing my job. I don’t know why yo-”

You’re cut off when Miguel whips around and slaps his hand over your mouth. A dark glare covers his eyes. It would scare anyone, but you’ve grown used to it from years of working by his side. You glare back, silently challenging him. Miguel scoffs down at you, not approving of your defiant nature.

“Your job is to catch criminals. Not to push their fucking buttons to the point you have a fucking gun pointed at your head.” He seethes, removing his hand from your mouth.

“A simple miscalculation,” you shrug, crossing your arms. “Happens from time to time.”

“I- a miscalculation?!” Miguel rages. “You could have fucking died!”

You throw your hands up, an exasperated look on your face. “That’s part of the job, Miguel!”

You stand up, stepping towards him. Your head is tilted up while his is tilted down, the high difference forcing the two of you to oppose.

“We have been waiting for this for ages,” you stress. Your finger jabs into Miguel’s chest, “You’ve been waiting on this lead for ages. We should be prepared to sacrifice anything to put this asshole behind bars.”

Miguel grits his teeth, swatting your finger away and forcefully pressing his own into your chest, “Yeah, but not your fucking life!”

“To hell with my life!” You shout, not understanding why he’s making such a big deal out of this. “I am perfectly at peace with sacrificing my life if-”

“DON’T YOU GET IT?!” Miguel yells, cutting you off. “I don’t want you to sacrifice your life for this!”

Your head pounds, mouth dropping open before shutting it and rubbing your hands down your face as you groan in frustration.

“NO!” You yell back, your hands leaving your face. “I don’t get it! Why the fuck would you not want me to sacrifice my life-”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, DAMNIT!”

Miguel’s chest moves rapidly, brushing against yours with each breath. His face is red and his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you. Silence consumes the both of you, your mind trying to process what he just said. Miguel waits a moment, his breath calming down before he takes a deep breath. His hands come to rub at his face as he turns away from you.

“Because I love you,” he repeats, calmer this time.

“Miguel-” You start, but he holds a hand up to you, shaking his head.

“No, forget it. I-” He gulps as he grabs his jacket again. “I just need to take a walk. Get some fresh air.”

He makes a move to walk away, going towards the door, but he’s stopped when you grab his arm. He turns around quickly, freezing when your hands cup his face, forcing it down as your lips crash with his. He moans, brows furrowing as he drops his jacket. His hands go to your hips, squeezing as he kisses you back desperately. His teeth scrape at your bottom lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you gasp. You moan when his tongue battles with yours. Your hands move to the back of his head and to his chest, tangling with the hair at the nape of his neck. Miguel’s hands copy, both of his hands moving to cradle your head and keep you close. He begins to walk you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the hotel bed and you fall on your back.

You and Miguel pull away, taking deep breaths as you search each other's eyes. Miguel leans down slightly, silently asking to reconnect your lips. You close your eyes as you lean forward, Miguel descending the rest of the way until your lips are locked again. Your hands come in between the two of you to quickly unbutton his shirt, and Miguel does the same with yours. You both pull away momentarily to take them off, your bra being thrown to the floor with the rest of your clothes. The room is filled with heavy breathing, both of you frantic as you reconnect. Miguel growls against your lips, his teeth sharp as he pulls at your bottom lip. You can’t help but smile, a moan falling from you when he attacks your neck next.

He sucks at the skin, leaving open mouthed kisses along the delicate skin like he’s trying to eat you alive. You pull your upper body up slightly, Miguel following as his hands are spread out over your upper back and waist. Your eyes fall to his pants, your hands shaky as you reach out for his buckle. It clinks as you undo it, the clasp getting caught in a few holes as you unloop it. Miguel’s head pulls away from your neck, resting it against your forehead as he reaches his own hands down.

His finger skims over the handcuffs resting at your side, pulling the cold metal away and to the side. His hands continue down to your pants, unbuttoning them and hooking his fingers under the band as he pulls them down. You huff, and he smiles at how much easier it was for him to get you completely naked as you throw his belt behind him. You roll your eyes, your own small smile on your lips as you lift up your hips. Miguel slips your pants and underwear down, his knuckles sliding against your smooth skin. Once your pants are on the floor, he sits up, helping you take off his pants until they join yours.

His body slides between your legs, and you wrap them around his waist. His hands slide back to their positions on your waist and back, keeping you pressed to him as he moves the two of you higher up on the bed. His lips connect with yours again, and you sigh out as he gently lowers you to the bed. His hands slide up your arms, his hands warm and soft until his hands interlock with yours. He drags them up, one of his hands shifting to hold your wrists together. He hear the sound of metal clinking before a sharp hold encompasses one of your wrists. You open your eyes, tilting your head back as Miguel goes to your neck. You watch as he wraps the second handcuff around your free hand, bounding your hands in place against the headboard. He slid the handcuffs around one of the wooden pegs, trapping you. You try to press against it, but they only slide against the pole. You look back towards Miguel, your eyebrow raised at his cocky smile

“Kinky,” you tease, pulling on the cuffs again.

Miguel chuckles, sitting up as his hands slide against your body. They slide down your neck, his thumb rubbing against your pulse point before slipping further down. His hands travel to your chest, softly kneading and palming at your breasts, his fingers flicking at your nipples. You moan, your back arching into his touch. He leans down, quickly kissing each pebbled bud before continuing his journey down. He kisses between the valley of your breasts, tongue licking at your smooth skin as he moves down your stomach. His mouth stops at your navel, his hands rubbing your thighs as he pulls away. When he looks at you, your chin is pressed to your chest as you watch him, labored breathing making it move up and down exaggeratedly. He presses a kiss into both of your inner thighs, his hot breath just teasing your cunt.

His thumbs rub the area he just kissed, one moving lower until he holds your heat in his hands. You gasp, mouth dropping open as his thick fingers explore your folds. He spreads them apart, circling your entrance and rubbing on either side of your labia. It makes your hips buck, and you whine. He coos gently at you, dragging your slick to your clit. He rubs soothing circles against your neglected bud, basking in the way you melt into the bed. Your breaths are shaky as he plays with you, humming as more of your arousal drips from you. Your pussy weeping for him.

His fingers plug you up, two thick fingers stretching your hole. You cry out, trying to push yourself further into him. His fingers curl, thumb taking over the slow circles to your clit. Your hips move, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he plays with you. His fingers pump slowly into you as he crawls up your body. Your eyes track his movement, tilting your head towards him. He hums as he captures you into a kiss again. You both moan into it, pleasure spiking your body.

Right as it's on its precipice, he takes it away, his hand leaving your cunt. You whine into his mouth, pulling away from the kiss. You open your mouth in protest, but his hand hikes up your leg, your juices streaking your outer thigh as he moves it to wrap around his hip. You gasp as his tip nudges at your entrance, sinking into your warmth slowly. He groans as he bottoms out, your walls wrapping tightly around him. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over the skin ass he moans and grunts. Each pump of his cock into your cunt is precise and measured, making your eyes roll back and pull against the cuffs. Miguel presses reassuring kisses to the junction of your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin as he spills inside of you. You cry out in both pain and pleasure, your body shaking as your own orgasm hits.

Both of your breath heavily, your eyes shutting in exhaustion from the sex and long day of working. You focus on your breathing, not caring for the shuffling in the room until you hear Miguel's belt. You open your eyes, watching as Miguel begins redressing. You raise your brow at him as he picks up his shirt and starts buttoning it.

“Hey, hot shot,” you call out teasingly, “Forgetting something?”

You rattle the cuffs as a hint, but Miguel doesn’t look at you. Your smile slowly diminishes as he pics up his jacket, dusting it off before shrugging it on.

“Miguel?” You call out, rattling the handcuffs in a poor attempt to loosen them. “Miguel, this isn’t funny. Uncuff me.”

Miguel finally looks at you, a sorry look on his face. “I’m sorry, this is for the best.”

Your brows furrow, the cuffs biting into your wrists as you tug on them in despair, “What? Stop fucking around asshole and uncuff me!”

Miguel checks his pockets from his things, grabbing his keys off of the drawer. He picks up your pants, throwing them on your body in a sorry attempt to cover you up. He throws one last sorry look at you before heading to the hotel door, slipping the do not disturb sign on the handle.

As the door shuts, you continue to pull on the cuffs.

“Miguel! Come back here you son of a bitch!”

Tried to make it like a dramatic scene in a bajillion season long series LMAO.

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