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tarjapearce · 10 months

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I’m going to be annoying again, Miguel finally shaving his face after a few days of feeling his prickly stubble while kissing him 😭 now being obsessed how smooth his face is.

Domestic Miguel is fr getting to me more

Imma spank you with a chancla If you call yourself annoying once more 🤨

art by @phreakiez on x/Twitter

As much as you loved to latch your lips against his, the raspy and prickly feeling of his growing stubble was something you certainly didn't enjoy.

Specially when he was between your legs, feasting on you.

"Ow, ow!!!"

He pushed away and quirked an eyebrow at you with a confused face

"That... That stubble's gotta go."

He rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to rub his sandpaper textured cheeks against yours. Earning a squeal from you

"Miguel!!"

Your hands tried to bat him away as he nuzzled your neck and it made you shiver at the strange sensation.

"Ya pues!" (Stop)

He chuckled and pecked your lips softly

"I'll get it shaved."

"Thank you-"

"Can't eat my food if you're not comfortable"

Your lips pouted and your face reddened.

"You're just horny today. Go shave, Papa!"

"For you? Always." He rubbed his cheek on you again, but before you could swat him or squeeze his ass, he ran away towards the bathroom.

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He pat dried his face and then applied a moisturizing lotion. A habit you had rubbed on him. Of course your skin would be smooth thanks to the cares you did for yourself and for him.

There were days where you'd pamper him, despite his initial protests of him not needing such things on his face. But certainly, having you smother his face in kisses and caress him, after a skin care routine worthed every minute under the different treatments.

Your head peeked from the doorframe and giggled at him scrutinizing his face.

"Ooh, Papa looks fresh."

"Quality inspection, please"

Smiling you sauntered over his freshly showered form as hands caressed his smooth cheeks. Instantly granting him to be pulled down for a deep kiss.

"That's so so much better. Yeah." You mumbled as you pecked his lips. His leg reached for the door and kicked it closed, then locked it.

"You're not going anywhere, Mami."

"Oh no, I am trapped!"

You laughed as he pulled you closer to kiss you, enjoying each other completely.

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tarjapearce · 11 months

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Lips anon! Imagine Gabi asking her Mama if she'll ever get big boobs like her lol Miguel is hiding behind his palm dying of stifled laughter. Mama is flustered and just explains the best "Maybe" she can lol

Im 💀 with this one jsksjksjs

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As curious as a certain cute little monkey she was, Gabriela couldn't help but stare at your chest as you finished feeding her brother to then put him on his crib.

"Mama?"

"Yes, baby?"

Miguel had arrived from work and kissed you both a hello.

"Will I have big boobs as well?"

Miguel rubbed his face to hide his mirthful mouth underneath. One thing he had noticed was Gabi making the most random questions at the most randoms of times, leaving you for little to no time for rebuttals.

You couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious at the size of your breast, a dumb feeling really. Gabi of course was growing, and the more questions she asked, the more she felt intrigued about many things, mostly were insightful questions that actually left you thinking.

"W-Well, uh... maybe."

"Why maybe?"

"It's complicated, honey. But... given our genetics it's probable."

"Will they hurt?"

You stared at Miguel, a subtle glance asking for help.

"Maybe."

Her face turned concerned.

"I'm not saying this to scare you, baby, but, having big boobs isn't always fun"

"They look pretty though."

"Very pretty" Miguel mumbled from the doorframe and you couldn't help but fluster even more.

"I know baby. But-"

"Are they heavy?"

"Y-Yeah. But you still have a lot of time before they come out. So don't worry, ok?"

"Can I have a bra?"

"Alriight, that was enough questions for mami. Wanna help me to cook, solecito?"

She nodded and went to the kitchen. You threw a pillow at Miguel

"Really?!" he chuckled and kissed you.

"I'll make your favorite as an apology, ok?"

"Just... Don't make it too spicy, please."

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tarjapearce · 10 months

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MIGUEL O'HARA PLAYLIST A03

ONGOING SERIES:

Bad Teachings: Miguel O'Hara. A retired 42-year-old teacher with a fistful of issues tailing after him. You were a slip in temptation of his already warped up world, his student. Nothing should come out of it, right?

(Initial College Professor/Older Miguel AU +18 ) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Pt. 18 Pt. 19

Iridiscent Mermaids, a childish and fantasy tale. Or so, The infamous pirate, The Red Eyed Demon, or Miguel O'Hara, thought.

PirateAU! x Mermaid! Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

Mi Dulce Cereza (Ranchero! Novela AU!) Finding a path in life has never been so thrilling, but would you withstand life's punches?

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 (UNDER REVAMP AND REWRITE)

Crimson Crown: (Royal AU) A dark king that is known to be ruthless, knows the true meaning of many things. War and love amongst them.

Pt1. Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10

Of Flowers And Hummingbirds It was a simple retirement party at Alchemax. But Universe decided you'd get so much more.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8

The Immorality Of Love (Pretty Woman but Victorian Era Inspired) Pt. 1 Pt. 2

REQUESTS:

Dilf! Miguel HC (+18)

Impostor (Angst)

Workaholic (+18)

Ley Del Hielo (Angst)

As My Own (Fluff)

Bouncy (Mild mild +18)

El Charro Negro

A Wacky Spider (Mild +18)

A Life Ahead (Fluff)

Tentateur (+18)

Prey Game (Mild +18) Pt. 2

Marvelous (Fluff)

Complicated Birth

Food Daydreaming

Need a Hand?

Parallels and Opposites

Shorts, TWO Shots and Extras

Mating Season (+18)

Cast Away Pt. 2

Ways You Propose to Miguel #1

Lap Dance (+18)

Dragon AU! X Mermaid Reader Pt1 Pt2

Mi Dulce Cereza Extras 1 2

Crimson Crown Extras 1

SOCCER FAMILY AU

MIGUELVERSE (+18)

OTHERS

Clandestine Fight Club Reader x Knight Miguel

Imagine: Working Out With Miguel

Miguel x Reader x Punk! Miguel Pt 2

Plus Size! Reader x Miguel

Mafia Miguel Blurb

Dirty Thinking Migue

Thoughts on Him

PLAYLISTS (Coming soon)

Header made by me

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tarjapearce · 3 days

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Papa, You're Getting Old

Soccer Family! Miguel x Reader

Warning: Fluff, slight smut, suggestive towards the end, introspection, body perception and insecurities. Married couple rants and moments, no proofread.

Summary: Miguel finally notices his white hairs, comfort ensues.

A/N: Like Miguel, got a mini crisis when I spotted my first white hairs today 🫠. Then remembered mom had them around my age too so jsksk. Then remembered (x2) I had this one sitting forgotten in my files jsksk, been forgetting this AU lately :'). Help.

A/N 2: Nearly done with the moving. So we're back, I guess? jsksj.

Soccer Family Masterlist

Papa, you're getting old.

Gabi's words had unintentionally pierced through his skull, engraving with emphasis the old part in his brain after his girl found out the couple of white hairs peppering his wavy locks. He was getting older.

Fourty years of his life had gone by within the blink of an eye. When did time got itself some wheels to roll faster? Who gave it permission to do that? Yet Gabi's words lingered in his thoughts longer than they should.

He was getting old. And the silver strands popping here and there, discreetly in his gorgeous hair you loved sinking your hands into, were the irrefutable proof to understand time never stopped, not even a single second.

For the umpteenth time, he brushed his damp hair away to see if he discovered more of them, and to his bad luck, he did. Specially on the front and side bangs.

He scowled at his reflection and pursed his lips. His body still kept the musculature his younger self nurtured. He truly never believed people whenever they said that exercise kept you active and young looking.

And besides the greying hairs on his head and some on his chest, the fine lines turning a bit more prominent on his features, he looked almost the same.

The same man you had been sharing a good chunk of your life with. Almost sixteen years to be more exact if you counted those two dating years. And now he was growing old.

Miguel didn't want to admit it, but sometimes his age reminded him that his body wasn't the same anymore.

You'd often find him sleeping midway in the couch during movie nights, or his office, whenever work from home was done. Sometimes, his body would ache out of nowhere, but in truth it was mostly his bad posture due his size.

Other times, his grumpiness ran rampant through the day, leaving his coworkers to deal with it, cause he didn't have the heart to pollute his home with his bad vibes. A term Gabriella kept including during the conversations at night to talk about her unlikeable classmates.

And now, he was glaring at his reflection for daring to do such thing as graying. Even the happy trail you loved to nuzzle had a couple of white hairs.

"You're winning that staring contest, mi amor."

Your little laugh, earned a brief chuckle from him as his shoulders slumped, and if almost sixteen years of knowing eachother had taught you something, was to perfect to a T the understanding of his body language.

You came closer and hugged him from behind, keeping his towel around his hips in place while spanking his plump ass in the process, earning another airy chuckle from him.

"Wanna tell me why, you're glaring harder at yourself this time?"

His arm wrapped gently around you and caressed your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. Yours and his reflection in the bathroom mirror staring right back.

"I'm... getting old, mi reina."

You blinked before looking up at him to have a proper view of what he meant.

"More like aging like a fine wine, Miguel."

"No. You don't understand. Look at this," he pointed at the pluck of white hairs peeking out from his roots, "I didn't have them a few months ago and now I've got a bunch of them. Everywhere!."

You smirked, "Everywhere?"

"Mi amor." He warned and you giggled, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Relax, they look gorgeous on you."

"Oh, do they now?"

With a sigh, you took his hands and gave him that look, he knew by heart as a 'really?'

"I've known you for... How long?" It was your turn to hold onto his narrow waist, holding him exactly the way his hands held yours at the beginning.

"Almost sixteen years." He mumbled, still glueing his eyes on the decaying version of himself.

You nodded and looked at the mirror. Together and close, like most of your pictures together. As always.

"Basically almost half of your life. I met you when I was twenty one, gave birth to our Gabibi by twenty three, enjoyed her for ten years, then we almost made Benjamin in the car."

He snorted and nodded, tittering silently at the sudden memory of the cops calling you out in the lookout spot.

"Almost." He mumbled and you nodded.

"Almost, yeah. But we made him! And look at him, being the smartest boy in his class."

Miguel nodded, fond of his boy's achievements.

"And now we have Rosie. Crawling and trying to walk up in every room we put her in."

"Remind me to baby proof the stairs."

You smiled and smacked his ass, "What I'm trying to get at, Papa. Is that, those white hairs in your head and body are only a beautiful proof that you've lived and loved the right way. Look at us."

You pulled him down for a peck, and cupped his cheeks, making him to look your way.

"You, Papa, mi amor, mi niño hermoso, are the best everything I've ever get to experience. And I'm honored to be the one that you're growing old with."

His eyes softened and his hands trapped yours to then kiss them.

"I'm having white hairs too! Like, the other day a kid called me señora to get me pass his ball. SEÑORA!"

His chuckle turned into a soft and genuine laugh.

"Like, the audacity!"

"You're my señora." He murmured in the side of your head, kissing it afterwards.

"Damn right I am." You nodded proudly," Like we're Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara for a reason."

His smile turned sweeter as he placed your hands around his neck and sat you before him in the sink, looking down on your eyes.

"Would you love me-"

"If you were a worm, yes. I would."

"Cállate" he laughed and cleared his throat, "I mean, you... You still want this?" He pointed at his graying hair and chest.

"That question is offensive in itself."

His eyes darted away, but your soft and gentle hands made his gaze to hold against yours again.

"I'd love you if you were bald, had extra pounds, all tattooed, piercings and stuff, a worm, hell, I'd love you the same if you were an alien."

His brow quirked, but snorted, genuinely amused at your rambling.

"I'd love you the same even if we're going through natural changes as growing old. And yes, I'd still fuck and make love to you all the same." Your hands rested on his hips.

"Oh really?"

"Obviously. That makes me worried though. You're entering a dangerous zone where women see you even more handsome. And I'm not one to be jealous, but all of this," You tapped his butt gently, "is mine."

He pecked your lips with a loving laugh. "I'm all yours. And you're pretty jealous."

"Well, yeah, I'm not sharing your dilfness with anyone. Not when I have these for myself." Your hands squeezed his firm butt and spanked it, he pursed his lips, trying his best to suppress a bashful smile.

"And I'm pretty sure in a future our caretakers would find us having sex in the most random of places in the hospice."

That pulled a merry laugh out of him to then kiss your lips.

"You're crazy."

"For you, always. But in all truth, they'll have to put me in quarantine, because I'm still jumping your bones. Even if I have to use a cane, or ask for assistance to the nurses."

"You'd be lucky if still works."

Your eyes rolled and your thighs pulled him closer to you, between your legs. His teeth bit softly his bottom lip as your hands roamed up his chest, eyes widening partially at the sudden bold move.

His soapy clean smell tickled your senses, after all, you had caught him post shower.

"Trust me, it works wonders."

He groaned when your hand slid between the folds of his towel, cupping him with a light squeeze.

"Yeah?" He half mumbled, half moaned into your lips with darkening eyes. Your touch ever delicious, and sparking the arousal only you managed to ignite in his body. Your scent remained forever etched into his brain, almost conditioning him into enter a needy mode whenever desire oozed from your pores.

You nodded with a needy 'hmm' while your hand stroked him, as if with every movement you'd jerk and caress away all those insecurities out of his mind and body.

"Definitely, mi amor."

His hips stuttered into your gentle grip, heaving a deep and shuddering breath hovering over your inviting lips, relieved and proud to see your eagerness to have him. Gray hairs and all.

The silver strands mattered little, specially when you were set into worshipping and honoring your vows.

"I think I'd love to test it's performance, just to make sure."

A crawl rolled down his spine upon your words. He loved when you talked in his language, it turned him on im such a way he didn't know it could make that part of his cortex tingle. But this moment, had him delivering sweet pecks and kisses down your neck, drunk in your softness and want for none else but him.

You still wanted him, flaws and all. He still made you a mess. And that made his cock to twitch.

"Shall we go to the testing area then, mi reina?"

His flushed and broad tip poked urgently between your clothed folds and inner thighs, hoping to slip in your scorching tightness and wreck you completely, like in his younger years.

However, as much as he wanted to take you right there, the privacy of your room offered him more space to bend and meld you at his whims. Without saying much, he threw you over his shoulder and rushed to your bedroom, thrilled for the upcoming long hours of exhaustive, mind splitting testing.

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tarjapearce · 8 days

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Convos between Miguel and Mama

A/N: Seizing I'm in my lunch break to do this hehehe

When dating:

Married:

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Lips anon! The wife having a rather...pleasant dream, and when she wakes up she finds a meaty treat all sprung up and ready to suck. Miguel's morning wood. She frees him and gets to work. Kissing his tip, rolling her tongue on his shaft. She practically inhales the thing.

Miguel wakes up and ooooh he sure loves what he sees. It reminds him of their younger days. When she was shameless and he was railing her whenever where ever. He pets her hair and lowers her head further down his cock. Praising her. Talking about how she makes him feel and such.

When he gets close to the finish he starts going off about how he's going to fuck her open for doing this to him. Maybe put another baby in her.

The wife is all excited, now she's reminded of how shameless Miguel was back then. She gets all embarrassed and keeps sucking and slurping until he finishes down her throat 🤭

It's Miguel's turn to get spoiled 🤭.

NSFW undercut

Dreams were something you didn't indulge talking about too much given the randomness of said events. You'd often dream about funny yet strange things that absolutely meant no sense.

Miguel only laughed when you told them about it. But this one in particular had your mind going and your body reacting in such delicious ways.

Hard nipples, soft pants and soaked panties. Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing coming into view was Miguel. Your husband. A sense of pride invaded you everytime you saw the golden band around your fingers.

He was yours and you were his. Sometimes you'd marvel at the fact that you had tamed this 6'9" man. You kissed his neck softly and smirked, sauntering your hands over his body. To your luck, his morning wood had rose, trapped in his pants, in dire need to be free.

Licking your lips, you slowly removed the sheets out of him, hunger made your hands tremble and mouth to water as you let his cock unleashed from it's confinements. The appendage stood tall and proud, fat eight and a half inches waiting for you to do something.

Miguel stirred and sighed, a hand rested on his eyes, preventing the direct light to hit him in the eyes. Your hands took a hold of him, pumping a few times before you kneeled in between his long and we'll worked thighs.

Plump lips kissed his tip, to then trail downwards his base. The feathery touches made his hand to clench and soft groans rasped in his throat. Low and needy.

Smirking, you licked his tip, savoring him, to then taking him in. A satisfied groan from you. One hand stimulated his base as the other one enticed him further by dragging nails softly on his hips and inner thighs. His mouth came gently ajar as you worked his cock.

Your tongue swirling definitely had woken him up. Sleepy and droopy eyes stared down at you to finally widen as you took him deeper. His chest heaved and his fist clenched ontop of his head. It was so mesmerizing to you how his body came out in natural poses worthy of a God, and of course you were all for the worship.

"Qué maravilla."

His breath hitched again as you focused on his tip, the squelching and sloshing noises your lips made his eyes close, relishing the moment. A genuine smile on his lips

"Wouldn't mind to be woken up like..." He choked and laughed softly, "Mierda... mi amor you're... you're so good."

"Hm?" Eyes fluttered at him, visual contact was one of his favorite things you'd learned through the years you've know him.

"Keep going, feels fucking good" He rasped as his hands rested ontop of your head, caressing softly your hair, but tensed as your mouth worked harder. Teeth grazed his skin, ever softly just enough to earn a shudder from him.

"A-Así. Justo así" (Just like that)

His hands took a hold of your hair, fisting it between his knuckles and guided your head at the pace you had picked up. Fingertips massaged your scalp as he continued bobbing your head. Your hands squeezed his hips.

"Por Dios, cariño..." He half laughed and half grunted as you took him deeper, throat muscles constricting around his moist cock. Eyes clenched for a second as his head was thrown back for a moment. His body in override.

"Show me what that mouth can do, mi amor."

His voice hoarse, full of that lust only you knew to spark in him.

Smirking you released him with a pop to immediately engulfing him again. The whole scenario reminded him the time you gave him a blowjob in his car, a couple of days after you had shared your first time together. You were so shameless and he was nervous that someone would catch you. That didn't stopped you from milking him and him teasing you afterwards.

"Yes..." He hissed while bucking his hips against your mouth, pushing a bit deeper into you. Jaw muscles relaxed, allowing him to have easier access to your throat. Your worship was slow but knew how to trigger his delicious reactions.

"Te voy a..." He choked at the last suck, "Te voy a coger bien bien, por andar jugando así conmigo" (I'll fuck you so damn good for toying with me like that)

Your ears perked up and you giggled, excitement growing as your bobbing and suckling turned sloppier and meaner. His shudering moans turned erratic as you guided him to his eventual peak

"Capaz y te hago otro chamaco de nuevo." (Might put a baby inside again)

His mouth gaped, his sharp cheeks flushed, chest heaved and muscles twitched. He groaned as you gagged him completely. Your name was hissed through gritted teeth as he came, he held your head in place; your nose nuzzled at his happy trail, making sure you'd take every drop of him.

He put a strand behind your ear, not letting that to stop you from kissing his tip again to then lick your lips clean while you swallowed with a satisfied smile.

"Yummy"

"Vente pa'ca" (C'mere)

You squealed as he pulled you towards him. Maybe it was time to go for the third O'Hara.

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tarjapearce · 6 months

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What is Mama an Miguel’s fave sex position?

Jsksj omg nonny. NSFW undercut

Miguel absolutely LOVES Doggy style. Specially when he presses your head further into the mattress, muffling your cries and your ass is displayed before him in all it's glory.

He loves watching his fat cock slide in into your weeping pussy, stretching to his girth cause you feel so perfectly warm and tight for him, and he loves watching his cum rolling down your clit.

Missionary is another one of his favorite. Specially when he's feeling particularly romantic and want to enjoy you thoroughly. It's one of his favorites cause he gets to see all of your expressions while he's inside you.

He loves loves so badly when you're cupping his cheeks, mumbling how much you love eachother within blown breaths and pants as he wraps your legs around his waist. Eye contact is a MUST. He'll kiss you nonstop until you look at him in the eyes. And he can cradle you as you come undone underneath him.

He relishes into feeling your despair for him. That consuming need only he sates, leaving you both begging for air, disheveled and his front strands colliding against your forehead. It's so intimate. And you calling him Mi amor in that sweet moaning voice during?

He really means it when he tells that you have no idea the things you do with his mind.

The Spider. C'mon. What a better position to have him underneath you just for him to see how well you take him? And when you're extra needy, he'd lean back and enjoy the show, looking how well you fuck yourself to him and talking you through it. Controlling the pace.

Reverse Cowgirl cause, yeah, it morphs into doggy style. Plus he just lose it as soon as he sees your ass jumping and bouncing ontop of him, taking him like a champ. He loves watching the size of his hands groping and squeezing your ass.

When he's extra needy and kinky, He'd slap any surface he can reach while plumbing your insides, specially when you beg him to not be gentle.

As for Mama, needless to say, Mama loves it rough, but also enjoys a good vanilla from time to time.

Mating press is on the top list cause you love feeling the teasing stretch of Miguel inch by inch as he delves inside. His 6'9" caging you completely in his strong frame makes your orgasm mind shattering. Some even have you laughing like a total fool while he renewes your walls white.

The Prone Bone, works wonders, specially if you're tired but in need of your beefy man to rearrange your guts, specially after a stressful day on both ends. He loves when you're biting either the pillow or sheets

Flatiron is your own version of the missionary. Having such a fine man as your husband to talk both the sweetest things and pure filth in your ear while he smothers you with his body, specially when he cradled and embraces you to then bite your earlobe, and sets the pace for a slow and torturing tempo.

You live for his whimpers and wanton moans as you squeeze him, making your walls to snug him in a Pompoir choke. He can feel everything, and so do you.

Hearing him a moaning and grunting mess above you makes your imagination and senses to soar in delight.

The L, is perfect to have your insides well plowed and milked while Miguel kisses your ankle and thigh. Plus, it grants you a good clit massage from your husband.

You're somehow flexible, given Miguel's size, your muscles have accustomed to his manhandling and melding.

Against the wall? Of course. Having no room to breath properly while he fucks the daylights out of you is simply delicious and oh so kinky if you're doing it in the laundry room, mouth covered and hoping that Gabi doesn't knock on.

The thrill of being absolutely quiet to the point of your pussy and it's continuous 'zrup-ing' noises were heard every time he slid in, was matchless.

His neck was full of bites and his chest adorned with little hickeys. His back with delicious scratches, he wore proudly underneath his button shirt.

Whenever you used sweaters or pants, meant that he had left your inner thighs marked with either his own share of lovebites and fangs grazing. Only to remove your clothes at night to admire his handiwork and look for new places to put them in.

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tarjapearce · 4 months

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Old Friend

Summary: You meet an old friend in your shopping trip with the family.

Nothing but a slice of life, fluff, bit of angst and a jealous Miguel ~

Whenever it was restock day, Costco or Walmart would be the main places to go.

You'd get the list, Miguel would secure Rosie to his chest, as Benjamin would get inside your cart. Gabi would walk alongside you or her beloved Papa, pushing his cart.

Each would take separate ways, you'd get the meats and veggies, as Miguel would get the rest, powder detergent, cleansing products, and snacks.

"Mama, can I have these?" Benjamin swayed his feet pointing at the colorful packaging of dinosaur shaped nuggets.

"Course you can, mi niño. Which one you want?"

"I tried the red one last time, I'll get the purple"

Benji's boyish voice echoed around you as you stopped on the frozen meals section.

"Alright, purple it is."

You picked the purple package, a triceratops and a T-Rex on the cover. Then, filled the cart with different sort of meats, Miguel's favorite cuts, hams and of course, lots of canned jalapeños. Orange, pineapple, and cranberry juice, a couple of sodas and finally you got to go to the cereal and coffee aisle.

Miguel was running out of coffee in his office, and back at home you only had a couple of packages. It reminded you the time Miguel nearly had an anxiety attack when he found out he had ran out of the black liquid gold, even in his secret stash.

For some reason the brand he always bought was put on the top shelves. With a huff you looked around to see if there was any ladder, but upon finding none, You stepped on the bottom shelf, trying to get the six pack in the edge, but obviously, you couldn't reach it.

Benjamin giggled when you missed, as revenge you smothered his face in kisses, earning you a loud and bubbling squeal.

"Here, let me." A deep voice rumbled behind you. Your eyes widened at the all too familiar face before you. Reaching effortlessly for the coffee packaging.

"Richard" you mumbled while taking the package, to then put it on the cart.

"Hey" His hand waved softly. Clad in a hoodie, bermudas and sneakers. A little gold band hugging his ring finger. Dull, as his overall aura.

Despite the years coming through, he hadn't lost his kind green eyes. Some wrinkles adorned his matured face. Ricky was only two years older than you, and still had some white hairs poking out here and there.

He sported a short and well trimmed beard, hair parted and neatly arranged to a side. His eyes darted to the boy that undoubtedly resembled alot like you, except for his curious big and round red-ish eyes.

"Whose this little champ?" The smile on his face was coy, but genuine.

"It's my boy, Benjamin."

A proud beam stretched on your face as your hand caressed Benjamin's head, some of his curls trapping your fingers.

"Nice to meet you, champ." Ricky stretched his hands towards him and Benjamin shook it, a tad nervous.

"He definitely has your curls."

You smiled, eyes diverting behind him, ready to meet his partner but, there was none, just his half cart full of car appliances, some diary products and snacks.

"My goodness, you have a beard now."

Ricky chuckled and scratched it. He was a handsome man, undoubtedly. Good and well worked physique. Lean muscles, athletic and healthy looking. Green eyes a shade darker than green apples, pretty lips you liked biting and a healthy tan on his skin, despite him being a pale guy. A couple of freckles adorned his nose.

"And you've got a kid now." there was a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"Three actually. Funny how we ended up doing the things we always said we wouldn't do right away."

Richard gave a soft laugh.

"At least we look good. And I'm sure you're a great mom. How long has it been?"

"I don't know, I suck at math. But I do know it's more than ten years." You pushed the cart to get the cereals and naturally he helped you to get them. Eyes looking for Miguel in every chance you had.

"How have you been?" He tensed a bit at the question, not expecting your openness to talking so casually, specially when your finger shone with a golden band. He graduated college and never saw you again, until now. Gentle and caring as always. You hadn't changed, and he was glad.

"As usual. Existing, trying to keep myself afloat after, uh... my divorce." His mouth pressed in a tight line, green eyes looked away for a second, unable to meet your stare. Ashamed.

Your eyes blinked at his reply. Clearly surprised by such thing. Face falling with worry. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Richard shook his head, and gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Things happen. It's one of those situations that get your eyes open for good." Ricky rubbed his neck awkwardly and you offered a little reassure with a hand on his shoulder, patting it softly.

"Hey, you've got this. I know it's been a while, but I'm sure your problem solving skills are still top notch."

Hw chuckled, almost sympathetic at himself, "I don't even know anymore, if I'm honest. But if you say so."

The voices in the aisles kept indistinct, each in their own world, mingling with the upbeat background music.

"Also... I'm sorry." His eyes remained on yours. Something he'd always do when speaking truthfully.

Your brow quirked, "Whatever for?"

Ricky's hands squeezed the insides of his pockets as he spoke.

"For breaking up with you. Specially like that. It was a d-" He caught his tongue before continuing with the french before Benjamin, "It was wrong of me."

You could only stare at him, and he recoiled further in his spot, shoulders hunched, eyes on the floor.

"If something's worth saying, I... divorced cause my mom also ruined it for me."

You frowned, confused and he shook his head.

"So I cut ties, went to therapy and yeah." He reached out for a three pack of granola for himself, and another for you after you pointed at the brand.

"I'm sorry, I'm kind of confused as to why would you think I'd be happy to know something awful happened to you, Richard?"

Richard's brow puckered. You really hadn't changed at all. Even after he dumped you a few days before Christmas eve.

"I... don't know? Thought you'd hold a grudge for what I did."

"A grudge?" You tittered and this threw him off guard, "Not to sound mean or anything, but I didn't even remember what had happened until now. You know I'm forgetful."

You both chuckled as he nodded.

"Yeah, kinda wondered if you'd lose your head too if it wasn't attached to your body."

You gasped while mocking offense, "That was rude."

You grabbed a couple of cereal boxes Benjamin pointed at.

"But true. In all seriousness, I'm glad that at least something great came after me. Is he a good man?, wait..." He shook his head softly, "Stupid question Of course he is, you married him."

You beamed and this made his chest swell in a mix of happiness and pride. You deserved it after all he also put you through.

"You'll find someone, I know so." It always made him wondered why he was stupid like that to allow his mother come in between.

"I'll give myself a couple of years to heal first. Wanna make sure I don't repeat things over."

It was your turn to get that pride sensation in your chest. Knowing he was making a good progress out of his mother's shadow also made you happy. You out of everyone knew how hard it was like.

"Hope they're ready to listen country music nonstop in your car." He rolled his eyes.

"I know you hated the genre, that's why I always played them"

Your lips pursed with faked anger as he tittered, however, Ricky cleared his throat off the laughing upon watching a behemoth of a man, approaching from behind. Red eyes set on him. A shudder crawled on his skin as he gulped. The baby on his chest did little to appease the intimidating aura around him.

"Mama!" Gabi came to you with an excited face as she showed you her new acquisition. A purple and glittery cover for her phone.

"Qué lindo! Do they have it in blue too?" (How cute!)

"Nah, it was the last one, Papa said this would match with my room too."

Said Papa hugged you from behind, and kissed your temple, red eyes never left him. Ricky gave Miguel a polite smile as he backed away a few steps. Miguel's strong features only turned sharper. It would be a lie to say if Ricky wasn't surprised and intimidated.

Surprised cause you hugged Miguel's narrow waist, a pleased and proud purr emanated from his chest. Loud enough for only you to hear it.

The man before him screamed danger a mile ago. But also, explained lots of things. Like Benjamin's eyes.

"Richard, this is my husband. Miguel O'Hara."

Ricky hesitated for a second, but stretched his hands towards him, big tan hands easily enveloped his in a firm shake.

"Nice to meet you." His nervous smile was like fuel to your husband's ego.

Miguel acknowledged him with a brief nod, eyes not tearing away from him. A quiet She's mine in his eyes.

"Richard and I used to go at the same college. Oh! This is my eldest daughter, Gabriella. And my youngest baby, Rosie."

Gabi smiled politely while holding onto Miguel's hips.

"You have a beautiful family." His green eyes stared at an ever curious Rosie that gazed back at him. Miguel's shoulder's tensed when Rosie gave Ricky a smile.

"Thanks, You'll be fine though. Things take time, but, It all comes together somehow. Just be patient. I'm glad you're doing good on your own." Again, you patted his shoulder, he just gave you a small but genuine smile. Miguel's guts churned as his jaw clenched.

Ricky left after saying his goodbyes, not wanting to impose his presence any further.

"Gabibi, mi amor, can you get the food cart to the line, please?"

"Okay. Don't take too long, please?"

Gabriella took the cart as Benjamin showed her his nuggets, leaving you and Miguel with Rosie alone.

"Alright, interrogation can start now." You chuckled and Miguel pulled you by your waist towards him, ebbing you to walk a few steps before giving a firm slap on your rear.

"Miguel!" you hushed, flustered while looking around to see of there were people and he smirked.

"Wanted to do that before that guy, but that wouldn't be too polite of me, wouldn't it?"

You kissed his cheek, but he quickly corrected the place and pecked your lips.

"That's better. Who was he anyway?"

"My ex from college."

He just hummed and it was your turn to return the squeeze, he chuckled, "Relax. He just got divorced and obviously not having a good time."

"Too bad." He shrugged, a bit nonchalant and you deadpanned.

"Don't be mean. You were scaring him on purpose."

"Obvio. Still, forgot to thank him." (Obviously)

You chuckled as you approached to the line, Gabi waved at you both.

"Thank him?"

"Well, he let you go, and I wouldn't have met you in the first place. So thanks to that."

"Well, he's there on the other line, go tell him."

You teased, but to your surprise Miguel stepped away from the beeline and was walking towards Richard.

"W-Wait! Miguel!" You had skip a few steps to catch him and pull him back to spot, he smirked while pulling you tighter towards him.

"Don't tempt me, mi reina."

"God, I swear. You're-"

"Your husband, mi amor." He smirked, satisfied at his own title in your life.

"A jealous one."

He leaned to your ear and whispered, "Espérate que lleguemos a casa. No te la vas a acabar conmigo, mi reina." (Wait till we get home. You'll see what's up.)

Gabriella rolled her eyes at the flirty atmosphere around you and covered Benjamin's eyes.

"You're too young to see that."

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For Science Purposes

Pre! Soccer Family Miguel x Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, oral (M! receiving), mild exhibition kink, established relationships. Fluff.

Summary: Miguel turns into your quality tester of beauty products.

AN: I was cleaning my makeup up supplies and jsksj this came to mind.

Months had waded in between you and Miguel. Dating a man like him was often a rollercoaster of emotions, but in the six months you had decided to actually give it a try and see where things took you, not a single day was wasted with him.

And soon a new milestone approached. The six month mark anniversary.

Knowing the man, he'd have reservations done in a place he refused to tell, no matter how many times you asked, and you were set to find out.

"How am I supposed to know what to wear if you don't tell me where we're going?" You mumbled while sitting on his lap as he worked in his office.

He'd only chuckle and kiss your temple, while tucking you closer to hid chest.

"Whatever you wear, will look good."

"A clue?" You kissed his cheek, trying to melt him down enough to give at least a bit of information, "Anything, please?"

"Formal wear."

Your eyes widened and blinked, "Ooh, fancy it seems. That means I'll have to go shopping."

"Shopping?"

"Yes, I just got paid, and have some budget to splurge. And I'm looking for something super special."

Miguel pursed his lips and nodded while cupping your cheek.

"You'll wear it for me?" A smirk stretched on your lips as you kissed him.

"Obviously." A soft purr rumbled through his chest and his hands squeezed you against his frame.

"Will I be able to take it off?"

Another laugh and kiss from your end. "We'll see."

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His fingers entwined yours against his while walking with you through the endless halls of the bustling mall. As his other hand carried your shopping bags.

Another busy weekend if anything.

You suddenly stopped at a makeup store, and Miguel had to mentally prepare himself for long stay.

He and makeup had a rocky relationship, specially when he had to ask for your help to remove the lipstick stains from his clothes.

"Oh my goodness! Look! They have it!"

Miguel quirked a brow as you pulled him to a shelf, full of different shades of a lipstick brand.

"I tried get this on pre order but it sold out. Didn't know they'd have it back in stock this soon!"

"A lipstick?" His hands took a sample and his eyes immediately scanned the ingredients.

"It's not just a lipstick! This one actually stays, no matter what and can only be removed with thid special oil." You took another translucent tube with said product.

"No matter what?" His tone skeptical.

"No matter what." You took a little sample from the vendor and applied the gorgeous shade of red on your lips, to them smack them.

Your hands motioned to blow some air towards your mouth to let the creamy and matte shade to dry faster.

"Thought you liked the glittery things?" He kept reading the ingredients, sniffing and watching the products. Brain in working nerd mode.

"They're cute, but not my thing. Too sticky and my hair gets stuck in it. So nope. I rather creamy ones actually."

After correcting the uneven lines with a tissue, you turned to him.

"How does it look?"

"I like it, makes your lips look even more kissable."

"Oh?" You smirked and kissed him, surprised that the formula remained on your lips, leaving zero traces on his skin.

"Shut up! It actually stays!"

"I don't believe it. the ingredients would wear off a couple of hours later."

"It says here, no matter what, mi amor. Besides for it to last more than a couple of hours is enough for me."

"Alright, alright."

"See? It says you can literally eat whatever and it stays!." You pointed at the advertising board above the shelf with excitement.

"It's a contradiction since you need oil to remove it, food has oil, depending what you're having, sure-"

His voice died when realizing the stare you were seizing him with.

"What?" A nervous tingle ran through his spine as you pulled him to a more secluded dressroom area. and closed the door with a lock.

"¿Qué estás haciendo?" (What are you doing?)

"Proving you that it stays." you took the bags off his hand and put them on the door hook. Hand immediately cupped his crotch as the other one pulled him downwards, towards you in a breathtaking kiss.

His tongue collided and twisted against yours, to then nip gently at every inch of your lips, and still the ink remained on your mouth.

Your hands unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, to then slid half your hand past the elastic band of his briefs. This alarmed him greatly and he broke the kiss.

"W-What are you doing!?" he hushed as you kneeled before him and took him gently by the base. A tinge of pink spreaded through his sharp cheeks while you pulled out his hefty cock from his confinements.

"Is for science purposes, I promise."

"Canija..." He breathed as your tongue flattened against the base and dragged it upwards, filling your taste buds with his delicious taste.

A shaky breath came out of his plump mouth as your hands roamed his hips and firm glutes

"We'll... We'll get in trouble if we get discovered." He heaved through dragged growls.

"Then you better not make a noise."

Your smirk had already put that need within his body on the burner. He was in trouble. Only cause-

Oh~

He gulped and his hands by instinct, reached to your head, caressing your hair and slowly tangling his fingers in it, softly.

" Fuck..." He groaned as your mouth took his broad head and delivered a swirl on the slit of his tip, teasing and tasting.

Miguel had to support on the walls as you eased another inch deeper.

"Ay, Por Dios, mi reina..." His voice husked, completely swirling with the arousal that ran specifically to the tip of his cock.

The suckling sounds coming from your pretty and red lips made his head feel dazed in such need, a hand of his tangled at the base of your nape, fingers caressed softly your scalp as he begun guiding you through, up and down on him.

With every bob of your head, you took him deeper and deeper on your mouth, throat constricted against him and he bared his teeth and breathed laboriously.

"Mi amor" he whimpered when your throat pulsated around him. He didn't know how you did it, or how such thing was possible, but you were sucking all his willpower, all his rational and coherent throughts, all his words from his panting mouth.

Your hands squeezed the firm slabs of his ass and pulled him closer, making your nose nuzzle on his happy trail.

Another gagging sound and his eyes rolled back. He guided your head and you his hips, ebbing him to move.

Your moan rumbled through his skin, rewiring his breathing pattern into short, desperate gasping. His chest heaved and rose.

"God, your mouth is so Hnng- good"

He hiccuped as his thighs trembled, your bobbing had increased and your tongue kept on swirling, having a proper taste of him.

"Soclose-" He slurred and he finally managed to take a hold of your front bangs softly, keeping you still as his hips fucked your mouth in firm but gentle plows.

With half lidded and needy eyes, he watched every single muscle of your face twitching. Your lush lips expertly wrapped around him, made his brain a liquid goo.

A surprised yelp flew his mouth as you returned your merciless attention to his tip while your hand pumped his base.

You weren't only giving him one of the best blow jobs he's ever gotten, but going to these extents as to prove your point, made him wonder if he should question everything you said, if that meant to have you like this.

He didn't know what made him harder, you sucking the life and processing skills out of him in a dressing room, in a shop full of people, or you sucking his cock to prove the product's endurance, like a scrumptious lab test he was more than willing to participate again and the many times you saw fit.

Taking and devouring him like only you knew how. The red on your lips was a sinful sight, but oh so worth it. Specially when your nose rubbed against his skin and your throat got him in a vice like grip. Your eyes twinkling and watching him melt didn't help in the slightest.

His mouth continued giving your ears delicious and languid moans after chanting your name, pronouncing it in such a delicious way it only made your swollen nub between drenched folds to throb and move your head viciously. Obliterating his train of thoughts in a go.

"Fuck- Dios... P-Princesa... I'm-" he whimpered and his legs trembled again, "I'm coming-" he whimpered, "I'm coming!"

His mouth opened to exhale, instead, his teeth clenched as his cum spurted warmly down your throat. A gutural and shaky moan echoed in the dressing room. Pleasure drowned him in tidal waves, impossible to keep him afloat and standing any longer.

He slumped like a melted goo against the dressing room's seat. Panting like he had performed a ten miles marathon. Wheezing his pleasure out in every paused exhale.

Your tongue relished under the constant pulsations and his taste. Drinking and slurping the last of his drops to quench your thirst.

His cock twitched, like he did. Beautiful sunset red eyes remained in the back of his lids, trying to process the overwhelming pleasure, set to make him feel and experience the complete bliss.

You released him with a gentle pop, as much as you wanted to have him a begging mess for more, your main focus returned with a surprised gasp.

"I told you it'd stay no matter what" You spoke in between giggles, and he chuckled tiredly and gathered the strength to look down at his glistening cock.

His eyes blinked with surprise

"Huh..." There was not a single smear of red on the base, or anywhere really.

"Let's go"

With a deep breath, he stood and wobbled, his cock was tucked back into place and he helped you stand.

"What? No! we gotta pay for the lipstick!"

"I know. Let's go pick some more."

You watched him and he smooched your lips, loving his taste on your mouth.

"More?" you smirked and bit his lip. "You'll have to buy them then, mi amor."

"I'll get you a dozen. C'mon."

With a squeal, you were dragged out of the secluded and private space. Straight to the shelf of wonderful lipsticks, waiting for their future quality test.

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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[There is no exact timeline, mind you hehe]

PRE-SOCCER FAMILY

Meeting for the first time

Meeting Again

Flirting

First Kiss

Boyfriend Makeover

First time with eachother (Mild +18)

Who Fell Harder

Meeting Miguel's Family

Miguel Meeting Wife!Reader's Family (Drama & Angst)

Break Up (Angst)

Makeup (Angst and Fluff)

The Making Of Gabriella (+18)

Pregnancy Cares with Miguel

Proposal

The Wedding

MAIN EVENTS AND BLURBS

HIGHLIGHTS

Miguel's Birthday

The Making Of Benjamin (+18)

Unlocking Memories

Young Spiders Meeting Miguel's Family

Spider Gang Babysitting Gabi and Benji

Uncle Gabriel Paying A Visit

Girl's Day with Gabriella

Nightmares

Baby Benjamin's First Words

Jealous Wife

Marital Fight

Makeup

Miguel Helping Gabi With School Project

Gabi's Toddler Days

Big Sister, Again

Angry Spanish Cursing with Miguel

Rosie's Birth

Miguel Comforting Mama

Baby Cares with Miguel and Rosie

Gabi's First Period

Benjamin's Pregnancy

Grandma's Visit

Meeting Mama's ex at Costco

Mama Pick up Lines

Welcome Back, Papa!

Miguel's Pick up Lines

Gabriel and Miguel Fight

A series Of First With Gabriella

Conversations between Miguel and Mama

Papa, You're Getting Old

NSFW

Miguel Comforting Wife After A Bad Dream

Possessive Husband Miguel

Miguel Waking Up To A BJ

Needy Mama with a Gentle Dom! Miguel

Mama Pegging Miguel

The Making of Rosie

Miguel and Mama's favorite positions

Miguel Eating out Mama (with a lil twist)

For Science Purposes

GABRIELLA AND HER QUESTIONS

Big Boobs

A Sibling

Big Boobs (Miguel Version)

Milk Jugs

Is Mama ok?

DAILY LIFE BLURBS

Spicy food with Gabi

Gabi's Tamtrum

Mama Is Harassed By Another Man

Gabi comforting a Fussy Benjamin

Miguel Rizzing up Mama

Benji And His Baby Walker

Mama Teasing Miguel

A Little Time Lapse

Cleaning Sunday

Benji Getting A Tummy Ache

Bitter Coffee

Benjamin's "Messy Hair" (Angry Mama)

Sad Movie Night

Questions Related 2 3 4 5 6 7

Go Shave, Papa!

Nothing But Short Short Shirts

Benjamin Cutting His Own Hair

Soccer Family Into Tik Tok

Nude Portrait

Benji Being a Lil Ladies Man

Kiss Cam

Intruder

Sleepy Boys

Benjamin as a 12 year old boy

Baby Benjamin gets injured

Drunk Mama

You're adopted, Benji.

Getting Gabi to Sleep

El Ratón Perez

(Header made by me)

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Okay but…

Miguel’s on a mission, Gabi and Benji are out of the house, leaving mommy alone for some me time, that she spends with her hand down inside her panties.

She gets so into it, moaning and bucking (it’s been a bit since the two of them had done anything) that she doesn’t notice Miguel had entered the house….

Do with this information what you will

Well, yeah. Mama deserves a me time too 🥴🥴 Smut undercut. Lil bit of Dom! Miguel.

Times like these would suppose a relaxation period for you. You could go shopping, treat yourself with something, you deserved it. Being a mother wasn't exactly easy, and it was kinda rare when you had time for yourself cause one way or another, you'd be worrying over your role.

Miguel was at work, the kids were out. Gabi in her soccer practice, and Benjamin at Peter's playing with Mayday some board games. And you... You just sighed.

Boredom often lived in your head whenever you had nothing to do. You always needed to have your hands busy, house was already clean. An idea popped in your mind. Your feet took you to the bedroom, and you scourged through that special little drawer that hadn't seen the light in months.

Pulling out a key, you unlocked it, revealing neatly folded lingerie, along some little toys. A bullet like discreet vibrator, a couple of lubes, a small bdsm kit you still hadn't opened yet, since you wanted to use it with Miguel. And of course lingerie you still hadn't the confidence to wear.

But it was your chance. Since none was home, your clothes were discarded, and you tried the first one. Red Baby doll with an electric blue g string. It barely covered anything, and you could see your nipples through the red mesh fabric. Miguel said it was one of his favorites because of how bouncy your ass looked back in the dressing room.

Ah, your husband. You still wondered how such a fine and grumpy man had snatched you away for himself. He was hot, undoubtedly, but his way of carry on things were the actual spark that made you want him. The way cursing words flew out of his mouth in that rich spanish, made you swoon.

Thighs rubbed together upon you remembering how possessive and angry he was. How delicious his anger felt between your legs, how big he was to the point of you feeling he was swallowing your body like a black hole.

Your mouth sighed.

The next set was just a little butterfly thong with the crotch open, perfect for a good rile up. The butterfly design in the back cupped your ass gently. It was kind of curious and funny, how well he knew your body. Cause every set you tried just enhanced your body shape. Your nipples went hard at the sudden though of him, touching you, exploring your body, your hands trailing over where he would.

Light pieces of clothing rolling off thighs and torso. You laid on the middle of the bed, legs spreading, heat pooling at the soft caresses your hands delivered. God, you wished he'd be here. You'd certainly give him a show, but the only thing you could do was to wait for him to arrive home. Hands rubbed your inner thighs.

It was unavoidable to not think in that night, you liked when he was angry, cause his cock reached places you didn't know you could feel and get pleasure from. His hands had folded you in half, and you rubbed softly at your clit. Dragging slow lazy circles on it.

You loved every time he knocked the air out of your lungs, sheathing inside you, and stretching your insides, that as he said; were made specially for him.

Your legs trembled as your slit squished, slick in your need. One of your hands toyed with your breast, twirling your nipple between your fingers, as the other kept stimulating around your clit, teasing yourself. Just like Miguel would.

Whining, you smothered your legs together, edging yourself, trying to make it last. You breathed as heat spreaded through your body. If he was here, he'd be eating you out like a starved man.

But he wasn't.

Another needy whine. If he was here he'd surely be massaging your insides with his fingers, luring a wet orgasm from within. But again, He wasn't.

Your rubbings were desperate, your other hand squeezed your breast. But there was nothing that actually matched him. Not even the toys you had. Sure they were fun, but feeling him, going deep inside, his back flexing at the exertion, you scratching him, felt too real, too good and definitely you were needing it.

"Having fun?" The reason of your current desperate state leaned against the doorframe, watching with hazy eyes the scene unfolding before him.

"M-Miguel-"

"Shh. No te dengas." (Keep going)

He laid down, next to you, a look you knew all too well. He cupped your cheek softly and kissed your forehead.

"Hands off"

"But I'm-"

"Sin. Manos." (Hands off)

His tone firm, as he sat before you to take a better look of what he just provoked. Hands rested on your side, breathings erratic and needy. Legs weak

"That bad huh?" He shook his head with a smirk

"I need to..." You swallowed and tried to pull him to you, but he shook his head.

"No, no." You whined and plopped on your elbows, supporting your torso on them.

"Open up." He commanded and your hand went immediately on the outer folds, a little squish as you parted them with your fingers.

He hummed in approval. His thumb ghosting over your tiny bundle of nerves, but removed it before you could lift your hips and make any sort of contact, a smug smile in his lips

"Tócate" (Touch yourself)

Your nimble fingers stroked your own flesh, fast and a little too rough, trying to seek that heat you were melting into before he arrived.

"Hands off" You whined in frustration, but obeyed.

"Stop teasing!" Your voice at the verge of tears

A light slap on your soaked pussy shut you up, your hips bucked and you whimpered.

"Again. Touch yourself. Pero hazlo lento." ( Do it slowly)

The soft friction in your folds curled up your toes, fingertips dragged slow circles, his hands spreaded you a bit further, giving him a full view of you.

"Así, muy bien, preciosa." (Like that, very good)

You groaned, the pooling warmth spreaded through your body. Your free hand covered your mouth but he tapped it away.

"¿Quieres parar?" (You wanna stop?) You shook your head, fingers still caressing your clit. You had recognized the little threat in his tone.

"Then fucking do as you're told, open up. Need to hear you."

Your fingers left the caress away and once more you spreaded your flesh for him. He licked his lips at the sight. Your body trembled, the edging chipping your patience away. Two of his fingers dipped in, earning a shaky moan.

"M-Miguel!"

You croaked as he moved them ever slowly inside you. your hips bucking on his hand but he stopped.

"No." He warned and you stilled.

"Goddammit Miguel, please!"

Another light slap on your pussy, this one sent electric jolts through your legs as you sobbed.

"¿Qué te dije?" (What did I say?)

"No" You whispered, holding the sheets tightly, he was torturing.

"Again."

You shook your head and he frowned

"Uno" (One)

Still no hands on yourself.

"Dos" (Two)

Your hands went to your cunt again, he smirked

He guided your two fingers inside your pussy. The intrusion sending a little chill down your spine.

"Despacio" (Slow)

He warned as he pushed your fingers in and out, you followed, matching his speed. You cooed as he kissed your temple

"Un poco más rápido, preciosa" (A little faster)

His hot breath fanning over your ear and neck, your hand obeyed. The heat was on again, a knot forming in your lower belly. Moanings turned into breathless 'Oohs' and 'aahs' that escaped your lips at every chance they could

"Más adentro, mi amor." (Deeper, baby)

Your fingers were as deep as they could, reaching that sweet spot he loved bullying his cock into.

"No pares, preciosa" (Don't stop)

His voice didn't help. His lips nipping your earlobe, didn't help.

"Miguel" You voice an octave pitch higher. You were close. Breath caught on your throat as the imminent bliss loomed over you, stalking it's way to the brink.

"¿P-Puedo? ¿Por favor? " (Can I? Please?)

"Claro que sí, mi vida. Vente para mi." (Of course darling. Cum for me.)

Your spine finally arched as fire licked you raw. Your toes curled up, insides spasmed, you almost forgot how to breath for a moment. Fingers trapped in the contractions of your inner muscles, slowly releasing them. He licked them clean and then kissed you, a loving smile plastered in his face.

"Good girl."

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tarjapearce · 1 month

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Dont. Tease. Him.

Yum ways to die 🎶

A rough sketch of Miguel and Mama jksks.

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tarjapearce · 2 months

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Miguel's Pick up Lines

Just fluff and nerd talk✨

Flirting wasn't something he was good for, it wasn't etched in his dna. His pasts attempts in your early stage of relationship always ended up as awkward or in a laughing fit your way.

But far from making you uncomfortable, it always ended up in you kissing the daylights our of him, appreciating his effort to keep the spark alive.

Miguel wouldn't admit it, but he was practicing his own rizz. A term he internally chuckled every time Gabriella mentioned it.

He wanted to surprise you with his art de la séduction, cause in truth he missed your flustered expression. He needed to see that sweet and lovely face of yours going through so many emotions again.

It was one of those days he'd be stuck in the lab, mentoring the new employees in their induction to Alchemax's Research Department.

In his break, he took his phone and walked to a more private area to then video calling you.

It took the connection to stablish after a couple of rings, your face appearing in the lower corner of the screen with sweet smile and a couple of flour blotches on your face. Rosie on your hip.

"Say hi to Papa, Rosie."

Rosie blabbed while agitating the spoon

"She's gonna be a good chef." you smiled ad you wiped the flour off, "Everything alright, mi amor?"

"Yeah. I'm nearly done with the induction. Can't wait to go home."

He could hear Benjamin's excited squeals as he watched the TV and Gabriella helped with food in the opposite shelf.

"I made some horchata, Gabibi's helping me here."

"I learned how to make tortillas, Papa!"

Gabi's enthusiasm brought a smile on his face

"Save me some, Solecito."

You then moved to place Rosie on her floor playground. Then went to the bathroom and closed the door.

"What are you doing?" His eyes narrowed as you smirked and pulled out the silky elastic band of your bra. Eyes widened while his tongue swept over his plump lips

"Got a surprise for you, Papa. Can't wait for you to come home."

"Too bad you're not in my lab."

"Why? Wanna show me a theory, Dr. O'Hara?" you smirked and he followed

"Would prove my Big Bang into you."

A flush crept your cheeks as your eyes widened softly at the sudden comeback, not really expecting such comment.

His chest constricted with pride on your current state.

"I think I often forget I married a hot nerd."

"I'll remind you when I get home." He chuckled when you squealed internally.

"Can't wait. See you later, Dr. O'Hara." You blew him a kiss and returned to finishing meal prepping.

You had finished your indoor workout, sweat etched to your flushed skin. Miguel leaned against the door frame, an arm raised above him.

"Did you know that high intensity workouts increases your endorphin release but it's actually the cardiovascular exercises that gives you the major boost?"

"Oh really?"

He nodded while approaching and taking a hold of your waist. Gaze raking over your sweaty look. Your pheromones tickling his nose and brain.

"Yeah" He nuzzled your neck and you squealed in between giggles while he kissed your jaw

"Don't! Let me go shower first!."

He shook his head.

"We gotta do some cardio first, mi reina. Wanna have you extra happy today"

He threw you over his shoulder and walked back to the master bedroom.

And as good as some days passed, the bad ones were always in the lurk, waiting for you to fall into their claws to not let you go until tears rolled down your cheeks.

And after thirteen years of marriage it was impossible for Miguel to not know and recognize the signs of a bad day.

You'd barely talk, and if you did, it was usually short and monosyllabic replies. You'd go into a cleaning spree, walk around the neighborhood to try and ease your mind.

He stepped in when he saw the inner corner of your lids turn red, eyes bloodshot and a quivering lip as you tried to ease a fussy and wailing Rosie. Miguel pried Rosie from your hands carefully and rubbed her back in soothing circles, to then kiss the top of your forehead.

"I'll take it from here, mi reina. Go rest up."

His heart wrenched upon seeing you sniffing and rubbing your eyes while you went up the stairs.

Miguel arrived an hour later with a tray of freshly made food, a steaming cup of hot cocoa and some tissues.

"Do you want me to keep you company?"

You nodded, teary eyed. He sat next to you and put the tray on your thighs.

"Wanna share what's up there?"

He kissed the side of your head again and begun feeding you.

"I don't know how to explain it. It's weird. All I know is that I feel exhausted and sad. I feel so useless."

"Useless?" he frowned as he fed you another spoonful to then wipe your mouth, "Decaffeinated coffee is useless. A cordless jump rope is useless."

That made you chuckle and he smiled to give you another bite of food.

"I could list a shit ton of things that are useless, but you? No, mi amor. You're the main pillar of this family. Without you everything collapses within. Like a black hole."

His arm went around your shoulders and kissed your head softly.

"But you ain't a black hole, preciosa. Like... You're so complex, beautiful and amazing. No wonder why the universe copies you and tries to demand our attention with stars and stuff."

He smiled upon your reaction.

"I love you, okay?" He finished feeding you to then massage your feet and shoulders.

Miguel walked into your room after you were done feeding Rosie and putting her into her crib.

He removed the bedsheets out of you to replace them with his frame, sprawled ontop of you. His head resting ontop of your chest.

Your hands immediately caressed his hair, earning a lovely purr from him, melting under your touch

"You know? Your digits got me feeling a strong exponential attraction. Wanna multiply?"

Your brow quirked with a goof smile on his words as he tittered silently.

"Forget I said that."

His airy laugh got your shoulders shaking with the same amount of fun.

"I didn't understand a peep. I sucked at math, mi amor."

He took your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist.

"But... I understood the last part though."

His head snapped immediately to you and smirked.

"Rosie is asleep" you scolded between hushed laughs as he swallowed you in his arms and pecked your lips repeatedly as you giggled and squealed softly

"Let's decrease the space between our organelles, shall we?"

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tarjapearce · 2 months

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Okay, what if— bare with me-

Miguel is eating out mama, it’s the middle of the night and they’re going at it quietly when one of the kids wakes up and knocks on their confused to why there can hear mama whining and worried whether she’s okay or not

🫣🫣🫣🫠

Please write it I’m going feral

Ah the kiddos ~ 🤭

Bit of nsfw undercut

Hope you like it, nonny ✨

Your fingers clenched on the sheets, knuckles turned white the more he pressed his mouth on that sweet little nub his tongue was devouring without a truce.

Miguel didn't need to explain how much he had missed you, your touch, your taste all over his mouth, the way your thighs wrapped around his neck to trap him in place, for him to keep going.

And he would, he had to beg for a taste, with a single condition.

Keep it quiet.

So far he was committed to his end of the agreement, giving occasional grunts that melted into mind numbing vibrations on your throbbing nub. His nostrils often blew air after lapping and devouring a specific part of your flesh. He kept it quiet.

But God, his tongue was set into making you break your own rule. Specially when his mouth cupped your whole slit and tasted like a starved man while his hands squeezed and massaged your thighs.

An exhale escaped through your clenched teeth, but your throat immediately constricted to muffle an incoming moan

"M-Miguel"

Your trembling voice hiccuped, he was far from being done and you were already melting in his mouth.

Be it the lack of sex for the past months due to Rosie's needs, and his job that added itself to the list as another cockblocker.

"I missed you, mi amor"

He hummed at your hushed and needy words and your head lolled back, his fingers squished open your folds further, exposing as much skin as possible to delve a languid and tortuous lick on your clit.

A whimper.

Good. He was on the right track.

Big palms pushed your thighs upwards while his thumbs kept your glistening folds parted, exposing his delicious prize even further.

Your hands immediately flew to your mouth covering a sudden wail as his lips trapped your clit and pursed to suck in slow yet powerful motions.

His hazed smirk deepened upon feeling your spine arching, and your thighs trembling.

"You're fucking delicious, mi reina"

Fuck silence, it felt too good to no let your husband know his performance was absolutely majestic.

"Please, please-"

You mumbled in slurred moans, even sunk your hand on his head, to then tangle your fingers in his silky smooth strands.

"R-Right there" you croaked between shaky moans. You really tried to keep it low, but it was impossible cause he loved eating every single meal you prepared for him, but you were his absolute favorite. There was no discussion about it.

His mouth belonged to none else but you, and he let you guide him. You finally stopped him on that spot that had your mouth open, gasping and gaping for air.

A delicious spark ran through your body, to finally set ablaze that fire that consumed you through like a wildfire; pushing you to the most pleasurable of abyss that earned him a delicious yet loud mewl of his name.

A proud and shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.

"Mama?" Benjamin's sleepy yet concerned voice echoed in the other side.

His hand immediately covered your mouth as your body fell apart underneath him, muffling your little cries. Eyes wide as they darted towards the door.

"Told you to keep quiet, mi amor."

You were too high on pleasure to even reply.

With a quick kiss he stood and fixed his erection underneath his pants and draped the sheets over you. Then, he wiped his mouth and went to the door to open it.

Benjamin's head craned to meet his Papa's gaze. A tinge of red on his nose, as if he was about to cry out of concern.

"Is Mama ok?"

"Of course she is, Campeón. She was having a bad dream."

"I heard her crying." Benjamin peeked his head out of the door frame to see a tucked in you.

"See? She's fine. Let's get you to bed, yeah?"

His boy nodded and went to his room. Miguel quickly washed his hands and face to soothe the flush in his skin.

Then tucked in Benjamin and returned to the room and locked the door. His red eyes set into you.

Your head snapped to him, and the crawl in your skin felt delicious. You knew he was far from being over with you.

"The kids will hear" you warned with a smirk in your lips as he prowled his way to you, removing the sheets out of your overheated body.

He shook his head and removed his clothes.

"They'll hear you, but don't worry. I'll keep you quiet."

His thumb outlined your lips and he kissed you deeply.

"Where did we left off?"

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now im curious... the making of gabriella o'hara. on the night of the wedding or a complete surprise pregnancy?

Ah, our sweet Solecito ❤️

Let's see 🤭 mild nsfw undercut

"Miguel"

"Hm?" His lips kissed up and down your neck, the prong of his canines grazing your tender flesh, earning a shuddering whimper from you.

"It's not a safe day"

He gave a low grunt as his hands grope and squeezed your breast.

He shrugged nonchalantly "There's condoms for a reason"

"Nuh uh."

"Por favor? Si?" (Please? Yeah?)

"No."

"You just love me to beg, don't you?"

"Yes, but, truly! Is not a safe day, mi amor."

"You can't expect me to be still and not want you when you call me like that and you're ovulating"

"How do you even know I'm ovulating?"

"You forget I'm a scientist, cariño." His fingers tweaked with your nipples before pulling at them softly, earning another gasp from you.

"I keep track on you."

"You're just extra horny today"

"Again, you can't expect me to just look when I've got such a treat before me."

"Miguel-" the groan you were about to give died in your throat as he took your chin and pulled it upwards to kiss you deeply. His trapped manhood pressing on the curve of your ass, an indicator of his raging need.

"I swear..." You squealed as he hoisted you in his arms and rushed to the bed. Your clothes were discarded in a haste, just like his.

"Wait-" He didn't let you finish and he was already kissing and exploring your body with his warm hands.

"Mig-" His tongue invaded your mouth, silencing, a tan thumb flickering over your clit in lazy circles. Body jolting as a shiver ran down your spine.

Trying to reason with him when he was in needy mode was not only futile, but your little pleas enticed him to grope and squeeze you tighter. You had to push his face away to breathe. His hands were already kneading the supple of your glutes.

You tried to appeal to his rational side "Miguel, listen-" But were quickly interrupted by his nimble fingers prodding and stimulating your inner folds.

A whimper and another gasp as two fingers were inside slowly. His mouth latched on your left breast, suckling and toying with it.

"W-We need to be careful-"

"Shh. Whatever happens..." His fingers prodded deeper and rougher into you, "Happens."

Your hands clenched at the sheets, hips bucking and squeezing against his fingers.

Not that you didn't want to have kids, the idea seemed a bit too soon, despite two years of dating preceding you both, kids wasn't something you hadn't even thought about not discussed.

The plans of moving in together were the only thing that were certain.

But none of that mattered as his tongue traced down your abdomen. You were so in trouble.

----

His hands held you tighter while his hips slapped against yours with such force you'd though he'd split you in two. From the many times you'd get down and dirty, you'd learn that his thrust grew rougher and meaner when he was about to cum.

His mouth was too ocuppied biting and marking your neck, to pay attention as what was going on between your legs.

"Miguel!" You choked a sobbing moan as your insides clenched around him, chest heaving in erratic and shallow pants, senses soaring in bliss, but Miguel stilled.

"W-What?" You spoke in between breaths

He gulped a little and a faltering smile crept up his lips.

"Miguel..." Your eyes widened as he trusted deep before spilling himself inside you. A chill rawn down your spine as the hot and familiar sensation pulsed within you.

Oh no

As he pulled out you could see the condom, broken and etched to his girth. A devious smirk stretched on his face.

"Shit..."

"Not fuckin funny!"

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The two of you looked at the pregnancy test, your hands trembled as the two parallel lines revealed themselves to you.

Miguel's breath hitched and you pouted.

"Told you it wasn't a safe day!" You smacked him softly with a pillow and he cradled you in his arms with a little yet triumphant smile.

"Guess we're stuck together then?"

His voice soft as he took your hand.

"I wasn't leaving you anyways. I'm just... scared."

"Naturally. I am scared too."

"Are you?"

He nodded and rested his hand on your thigh.

"But if you don't want to-"

"Is not that. Just... Im scared."

"You'll be a good mom"

"You think?"

"Yeah. Now kiss me."

"No."

"Why not?"

"You got me pregnant!"

"Might do it again" You smacked him again with the pillow, cheeks flared

"Cállate!"

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