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Part 2 in the reblogs 💖

#i cackled #so cute

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omg me too I’ve been talking to the Toji and Miguel bots all day like I need to be locked up

I FINALLY GOT THE VOICE FEATURE ON C.AI YALL WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN

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I forgot how good Anastasia is 😭

#Iim disgustingly obsessed with that damn movie

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You really think she’s your girl. My brother in Christ she’s up in here every night twirling her hair and kicking her feet to the raunchiest “x reader” COD smut on the planet.

#guilty guilty guilty

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🙋🏽‍♀️

MIGUEL STANS CHECK IN!!!!

(Just curious on how many people still love our big grumpy emotionally unstable spider 🫶)

#still very much feral over Miguel and need to be locked up #I don’t think I’m ever leaving lowk #I love my sweet boy #we’re married…

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hey idk how you got this but this is actually me and miguel ☺️

What did I do to my TikTok fyp 😭

This is so real tho

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I need him. not want. need.

roommate!simon who's spending his time before bed doing what he usually does: tugging at his fat cock with his ear pressed against the wall to hear your cute little mewls and moans.

he's convinced you're doing it on purpose, to rile him up and make him so hard he can't fucking think. it's working. simon's got his shirt between his teeth to muffle his groans while he fists his cock to the sound of your cunt's slick slick slick as you finger yourself with a vibrator pressed against your throbbing clit.

he can hear your gasps getting high pitched and the wet sounds get faster as you approach your high. you moan his name, unbridled, and then quickly muffle your mouth and simon has to bite his fist and hold his cock so hard it hurts just to keep from spurting cum all over himself. he starts rubbing his tip faster and faster so he can cum as you do but just then the bzzz of your wand gets slower and slower until it stops. simon hears you sob in frustration, mourning your lost high. your whimpers sound loud and clear through the wall and let him know that you're having no luck getting back to your peak.

he all but sprints out of his room, tucking himself into his sweats, as he takes a second to even his breathing before knocking on your door. the sounds of your sheets rustling and you rushing to get decent leak through.

you open the door, disheveled and flushed. "simon? what'd you need?" it takes him a second to answer you - he can't fucking focus, not with the way your top sits messily unbuttoned on your soft tits, not with the way you're panting in front of him.

he leans in close, bending himself down to your height and whispers right into your ear, "need some help, love?"

masterlist

this is so filthy i'm sorry, please comment i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about

#help im so feral #lock me away #simon ghost riley x you

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Romeo e Giulietta[a mafia love story] pt.2

mafioso!miguel x f!mafioso!reader 🂱

cw: suggestive

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"Papá..." you started.

"Giulietta, where do you always go at night? You barely ever sleep in your own bed," he questions. Long silence ate away at you not knowing what to say to him. You didn't want to lie to your father but you didn't want to tell him the truth because it would hurt him.

"Papá, I can't tell you..." you said, getting nervous because you felt like you were letting him down.

"I just hope it's nothing that will disappoint me, Guilietta," he said sternly.

You gave him a weak smile and continued to climb the stairs.

"Oh and sweetheart, do not forget the charity event tonight; everything must go according to plan, and stay far away from those damned O'haras, especially Miguel," he said, his voice dripping with pure venom and hate as he said the name of your love.

—

The day went on without a hitch; you spent most of the day planning the charity event, which was just a money laundering scheme, but what else could you expect from a mafioso? Besides, you were taking money from rich people. So it wasn't all too bad.

That night you wore a tight black dress with a sinful slit going up to your mid-thigh. Miguel had bought that dress, but you never got to show it off. It was still a bummer that Papá wouldn't let you converse with the O'haras. There was no fun in sulking because you couldn't talk to your sweet boy, so you teased him all night. Wearing that beautiful dress that he had bought, the maroon lipstick that stained most of his button-up collars. Your hair was in an updo so he could see your cleavage, collarbone, and back tattoo perfectly.

When everyone had arrived at the event, you descended the stairs. All eyes were on you. The bright grandiose golden chandelier shone above you. You could feel Miguel's gaze piercing through you as you greeted guests. You gave him a quick smirk as you made your way across the room to welcome more people. You looked delectable and Miguel was lovin' it.

Until he wasn't 'lovin' it' and you would occasionally be touchy with many of the guys your father wanted you to marry. Miguel hated the flirtatious looks that you were giving them, the way you would touch their forearms and run your fingers across your collarbone drawing attention to your cleavage.

That was just enough to tick Miguel off completely. He knew what you were doing to him but how could he resist, when it came to you he was a fool.

When you walked up to the cocktail table and there was no one around he took you by the wrist and dragged you to a nearby powder room locking the door behind him.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" you asked, backing up until the counter stopped you. He put his hands on either side of you on the counter trapping you.

"I think you know what I mean," he whispered as he brought his face closer to yours. His scent was intoxicating, you could smell the vodka and cigar in his breath. That scent was enough to make your knees go weak.

"Papá wouldn't let me talk to you, I just wanted to have some fun," you taunted.

"When do you ever obey your father when it comes to me? If you want fun you come to me," he smirked as he brought his face a single centimeter away from yours.

You nodded and draped your hands over his nape. "I'm yours," you said as you pressed your lips against his. He responded immediately to your kiss lifting you on the counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist and deepened the kiss that was already dripping with passion.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes, getting lost in them. "You know I love you right?" he asked, still lost in your eyes.

"Yes, of course," you smiled and sat up getting a little serious.

"Then you that I'm a fool for you, and you make me do crazy things," he said as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder. He breathed in your scent. You were wearing his favorite perfume too. Fuck. He thought to himself trying to resist ripping your clothes off right then and there.

"What is this about? What are you saying?" you questioned as you looked into his eyes a little panicked because he wasn't fully explaining himself.

"Just watch the news tonight at 10. Come, your guests will start to wonder where you are," he said as he led you out of the room.

The rest of the night went on smoothly. You stayed away from the guys you initially spoke to, you got what you wanted out of flirting with them. You spent the rest of the night admiring each other from afar all up to the moment after he got kicked out because his brothers were drunk and jumping into the infinity pool.

—

After the party was done and your social battery was intensely drained, you unwinded with a shower and some skincare. Afterward, you get into your bed and watch RuPaul's Drag Race with a Ben & Jerry's Half Baked Ice Cream.

Once the clock struck at 10:00 pm, you put on the news just like Miguel had told you to. It was the usual reports about politics until it was interrupted by a breaking news segment. The title read "8 WEALTHY SONS OF CONGLOMERATE FAMILIES MURDERED". When you saw the photos of the men who were killed your jaw dropped.

They were the bachelors you flirted with hours before. Just then you received a text message from Miguel saying "Ti amo[I love you], this is how crazy I am for you." you still couldn't believe your eyes, but what else was expected from Miguel? You were both crazy for each other and would do anything for each other. Except for going public about your relationship and disappointing your families. How could you tell your father that you are in love with the son of your mother's killer? How could Miguel possibly tell his brothers the woman he was seeing was the daughter of his parent's killer? You never do such a thing...

right?

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#ask game #I don’t bite most of the time #I’m so bored on my hands and knees begging

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I need to give him babies

The way Miguel's one want, one reasoning for essentially--as we as an audience know it-- killing an entire universe was not to have a love interest, not to gain wealth, not to have power, but to have a daughter hurts me so bad. Grown man. Big man, tough, big muscles, highly intelligent. One would assume his one want would be to have a hot wife, a big house, riches, power, etc. But no. He wanted a daughter. He wanted a daughter who would play soccer and want piggy back rides and smash cupcakes in his face and want to be held in his arms and giggle and stick her tongue out at the camera and call him Papá.

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just wanna be domestic with my sweet boy

Late Night Trip ~ Miguel O'Hara x GN! Reader

A/N: A drawing from @scwibbs inspired me to write about going to the store late at night with Miguel. All because he wanted some more ice cream. I hope you all enjoy it!

“Amor? Do we have any more ice cream?”

You paused the movie, the frame stopping right before the part where a woman gets stabbed to death. You removed yourself from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where Miguel dug in the freezer. Only in his boxers.

“Yeah, I saw some yesterday.”

He huffed as he continued to search, “Well, I don't see it.” You pushed him aside, knowing he had tunnel vision when it came to looking for something in the house. Lucky for him, you remembered the exact place you saw it last night: sandwiched between frozen broccoli and the ice maker. But the pint of strawberry cheesecake wasn't there.

“Hold on, it was right there. What happened to it?”

Miguel didn’t look at you, “If you're talking about the strawberry cheesecake, I ate that one yesterday.”

“What?” Your head flickered, annoyed, “How did you eat that one already? We just bought that one.”

He rubbed the nape of his neck, “Late night hours at HQ.” Your fingers rubbed circles on the sides of your forehead. Miguel was the king of late-night snacking, especially if he was working late.

“Well, no ice cream for us then.” You accepted defeat, going back to your comfortable place on the couch to get ready to finish the horror movie.

Miguel had other plans. “I’ll go out and get some more.”

As he disappeared into your room, you perked your head up, about to protest. It was past midnight when you checked your phone. “It’s late.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Oh I know you will.” You stood, going into your room to grab a jacket, dressed in your t-shirt and pajama pants. “That’s why I’m coming with. I want some more snacks.” As you slipped your multi-colored covered feet into some slides, Miguel was ready to go. He resorted to simple sweatpants and a shirt, wearing matching black slides. Oh and he couldn’t forget his shades.

“You’re not going overboard.”

You raised a brow at him, “This is coming from the person who’s about to go out to get ice cream. At night.”

“Because I want some.” He stated, taking your hand and leaving the house.

There was a convenience store a block away. It was open until 3 a.m., enough time for you two to grab some goodies and go. Cool air brushed along your jacket as you walked beside Miguel. The atmosphere was quiet, crickets singing in your ears and the moon shining down on both of you. Hardly anyone was out at the moment. You didn’t see many cars in the store's parking lot when you went inside.

Miguel’s hand didn’t leave yours as he dragged you to the freezer aisle. Your eyes blinked multiple times to get used to the strong fluorescent lighting. The cashier’s hello drowned in the background from the vibrating hum of the freezers. He had to get his favorites, the strawberry cheesecake, banana bonanza, and tres leche. Your eyes caught triple chocolate fudge and dream boat, so he grabbed those too. Both of you noticed champagne, a flavor neither of you tried yet. Soon, his arms were covered in pints of ice cream.

“We should’ve gotten a basket.”

After a basket was acquired, you made a beeline for the chips. Throwing a bunch of bags of flaming hot ones inside, your favorite.

“You know, I heard they can mess up your stomach lining if you eat them too much.” You glared at your spouse, putting a bag back. Ignoring his smug look, you caught a little shelf of ramen on the other side. It wasn’t much to browse through, but there was no need. You saw that signature black packaging, grabbing the remaining two.

Miguel tsked when he saw the ramen packages you were holding, “I can't eat those. They're too spicy.”

“See, that's the white in you saying that because these aren't that hot.” You quipped back while he rolled his eyes. He took the packaging from your hands and tossed it in the basket. Being the nice partner that you were, you also grabbed the less spicy ones, the packaging sporting a green color.

Moving on to candy, you snagged a few bags of gummy bears. Stashing some chocolate bars too. Miguel picked up some hard candy, liking to suck on a few throughout his day.

“Are we done?” He asked, motioning to how much stuff was in the basket. It was almost overflowing if you put one more thing in it.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

As you two made your way up to the cashier, who wasn’t paying attention to you and was watching videos on his phone, you stopped at the beverage aisle. You smacked your lips, feigning thirst, before grabbing two bottles of a mystery-flavored cola.

The cashier's eyes went wide at the number of items you had, but he had no issues ringing you two up. You didn’t make eye contact with your husband as the beeping lingered in your ears, but you felt his eyes.

Still, he took your hand, carrying the bags as you traveled home. While walking, you opened one of the sodas and took a swig to taste the mystery flavor. Hints of cotton candy lingered on your tongue with a mix of cherry? Or was that blueberry? You needed to ask an expert.

“Here, taste this.” You placed the bottle to his lips so he could take a sip.

Miguel felt the flavor, tasting like he had a sip of wine. His eyes lowered in mild thought, his lips pursed. “It’s blueberry-flavored cotton candy.”

“I knew it.”

Once you all got back inside, you threw your slippers off, grabbed your bag of hot chips, and jumped on the couch. After putting the snacks away, Miguel sat beside you, holding the tres leche ice cream and two spoons. Both of you got comfortable and resumed the movie, treating the outing as a success.

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more baby daddy miguel?!?! the world is finally on my side🥹

YALL WANT MORE BABY DADDY MIGUEL!?!!*

*When I get my new phone cuz my boyfriend is letting me borrow an old phone of his, and I don’t have the courage to download google docs on this phone because he doesn’t need to know how Delulu I am.

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me and y/n have a love hate relationship. but she got me through quarantine so i guess i can appreciate her for a day 🐰

happy womens day to everyones favorite woman

#y/n

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Romeo e Giulietta[a mafia love story] pt.1

mafioso!miguel x f!mafioso!reader 🂱

cw: suggestive

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The prevailing belief was that once Antonio Romano was too old, the Romano family's dominion over the Italian Mafia would end. Although he had a daughter, his wife had died during childbirth, so he had no son to take over. His daughter didn't take 'no' for an answer when it came to taking over the Mafia. With extensive training, she finally became the leader of the Mafia after her father's retirement...

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You're the most powerful woman in all of Italy. Everyone assumed you couldn't be as good of a Mafioso as your father. But, they were so wrong; you are pretty reckless and never have a plan. But your carefree attitude only added more fun to your line of work.

You have a few rules in your familia. Never go out unarmed. Never be transparent about your affiliation. Don't let others read you. Blood is thicker than water. Never trust the O'Haras.

Another rule that could easily be added is: don't ever mention the head of the O'Hara Family Mafia, Miguel O'Hara. You hate each other so much, but anyone would think that, right? Your family feud dates back centuries, it's so old that no one really remembers why you're supposed to hate each other in the first place. But that doesn't matter because you do. Anytime your families have to meet to make a negotiation, you would always get into heated arguments with one another and request privacy.

When you were in private, you would argue even more. Your bodyguards would hear vases and glasses shatter onto the floor. They wondered how fostering so much hate for a single person was possible.

If only they knew what was happening in there...

Miguel would slide everything off the table to place you on it as he trailed wet hot kisses down your neck, leaving marks in areas only the two of you could see. If only they knew how hard you tried to stay quiet when Miguel had your legs spread across the table. You would resort to pulling at tufts of his hair as he feasted between your legs.

No one would ever really know the true nature of the intimate looks you exchanged when no one was looking, and they would most certainly never know that when Miguel claimed to be bringing women home from the club, it was really their biggest competitor in the Italian mafia scene in his room.

But you hate each other so much...

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You woke up to the sun beaming through the floor-to-ceiling window that gave a beautiful view of the city. You had gotten so used to waking up in Miguel's bed. That morning you had a breakfast with your father that started two hours ago. You had to hurry and sneak out. You slowly got out of bed, trying not to wake him. Your attempts were useless, though, because, in a matter of seconds, you felt his big warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back onto the bed with your back flush against his chest.

"Per favore[please], Miguel, I have a hectic morning," she said as she removed his hands from around her waist and got out of bed to change back into her clothes.

His lazy eyes watched you as you walked around the room naked, gathering all your clothes from the night before putting your pants on. He was mesmerized by everything you did, even when you've been together for eight years.

He slowly crept behind you when you were about to put your blouse on and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

"Can you just stay for five more minutes? What are you so busy doing today?" he asked as he rested his head on your shoulder, his voice still raspy; if you had no self-control, you would have folded from his voice alone.

"Well, I'm too busy kicking your ass all day as usual," you replied as you put your earrings on, smiling at him through the mirror. He rolled his eyes playfully, accepting defeat.

"Please, baby, just five minutes," he said lowly in her ear, knowing the effect he had on you. He slowly started to trail kisses down your neck. You leaned into him and hummed in pleasure, tilting your head back into his shoulder to give more access to your neck. You heard your phone buzz snapping you out of the trance he put you in.

"Mio amato[My love], seriously, I have to go, so help me sneak out of here," you said eagerly.

"Yes, ma'am," he sighed as he looked around the hallway to confirm that no one would see you; but he was always armed, just in case.

You successfully snuck to the back door without running into anyone. You draped your arms around the nape of Miguel's neck and kissed him.

"Will I be seeing you at the charity event tonight?" you asked hopefully.

"Of course, sweet stuff; now get out of here," he joked. You rolled your eyes and blew him a kiss. The moment you turned away, he landed a firm smack on your ass, causing you to yelp, turn around and shake your head at him.

"Watch it," she warned playfully before disappearing into the streets.

—

You opened your front door hoping that your father would be off at the range or playing polo with friends despite you missing breakfast plans.

"Giulietta Bianca Romano," you heard your father's stern voice call from the living room couch. you were almost fully up the stairs when he caught you trying to sneak back in. Shit.

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this is the cutest thing ever omg

it’s my birthday 💗