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scarletevening · 9 months

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boiling blood makes caramel [ miguel o’hara ]

shoutout to the poll voters, this is for you babes

cw: suggestive, angry/stressed miguel, gn!reader is also his fiancée, slight gore [ blood, but sexy, yk? ], foul language

Never did Miguel come home so restless, so pissed he felt like he could snap a man [ a very specific mans ] spine. It wasn’t a side that he wanted to show his cute little fiancée, the adorable figure that made that anger turn into a different kind of passion. And who was he to resist when you had your back turned to him, hair pulled away, revealing your adorable nape, smooth, supple, and so delectable? His steps were quiet, trying not to disturb your peaceful figure as you carefully mixed your afternoon coffee, humming that cute little tune with your cute little voice.

God, you had him fucking addicted to you, and you didn’t even know it.

You lazily spun you spoon in your mug, thoughts scattered, but always drawing back to one topic, “Miguel...” You whisper mindlessly, oblivious to devil behind you back you just frightened.

“You must love to speak of the devil,“ His voice ranging in your head as his tongue traced your earlobe, his coy tone making you weaken to his presence. His arms tightly wrapping around you waist, giving you no escape, not that you particularly wanted one.

“Miguel!“ You whisper in surprise, stammering to find something to say. He smirks, hands delicately tracing your figure as if they don’t already have it memorized. He lets his lips curl into a sly smile against your supple flesh, his tongue still tracing the folds of your ear, slowly dragging down your neck. He hums, enjoying the way you tremble, your body unable to expect his next move.

His hands teasingly slipped under your loose top, rather his, gently caressing your warm skin, putting no effort into preventing his sharpened claws from leaving such a provocative trail, your body rising with goosebumps, the familiar feeling of boiling blood running up your spine, filling your pretty little head with lust. And as his hands rose, the intoxication of desire became unbearable, in combination to the way his fingers flicked, twisted, and pulled your blushing nipples, teasing your skin as his tongue swirled circles, his lips following suit in sharp kisses.

“Ai, lo siento, Cariño,“ Miguel’s voice turns into white noise to your depraved mind, forgetting the coffee that warmed your shaking palms, all to let out lewd noises at the numbing sensation of his fangs, gently sinking into your neck.

He savors your blood, letting the ruby fluid turn to caramel on his tongue, his teeth providing salacious holes on your neck, an open feed for his greedy lips, his carnal desire to devour you overtaking his rationality.

His voice was muffled, his erotic whispers melting into moans at the taste of your hot blood. His arms firmly held you weakening body against his, feeling as your body surrendering to his gentle venom. Miguel’s yearning was more than tangible, his sultry voice echoing in your adorably delirious head,

“¿Demasiado, Paloma?”

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this was so hard to type w/o my index finger omg, i cut that hoe open n this is my punishment, but anything for miggy ❤︎❤︎

translation

1. Ah, I’m sorry, Sweetheart, 2. Too much, Dove?

also r.i.p to native speakers have mercy on my ass spanish.