Theres This Aonung Fanfic Where Hes Kissing The Reader And Shes Like All Giggly And Shit, And The Author

theres this aonung fanfic where hes kissing the reader and shes like all giggly and shit, and the author recommends to listen to “Mine” by Alex Sloane… that shit was cute, IF ANYONE FINDS IT THEN MAY I PLS HAVE IT 😞😞

idk whats wrong w me and losing all my fav fics bruh im sorry

Food For Thought:

Neighbor next door Miguel.

A neighbor that certainly keeps it to himself, barely anyone knows him. But you. Sweet little thing you were.

A sweet thing that always greeted him in the mornings as you both shared the elevators. A sweet thing that would give him food whenever you cooked too much food for yourself, Or would eat her dinner alone in the balcony, with nothing but a shirt and panties on, oblivious at his presence.

He'd pretend to be reading in his own balcony, but it truth it was only an excuse to peek underneath your shirt.

He wasn't a perv. No, but his recent obsession with you had him folding at night, pumping and jerking himself to bliss as he heard your delicious and needy moans, filtering through the thin walls.

Who was the lucky bastard this time?

His jealousy would burn hard whenever you'd return with a guy, cause someone else was taking his place. You just didn't know it yet.

His cock twitched everytime he saw you all dolled up, ready to go out for the weekend.

God, he'd love to ruin that pretty and lovely makeup with your overstimulated tears once you'd give him a chance to show you, how good he'd make you feel.

How good he'd treat you.

For now, all he could do was to put on his usual smile whenever you greeted him.

One day, he was sure. One day you'd need none but him and he'd be more than eager to obligue.

i just know they have the most messiest, disgusting (still hot), fucking sex ever omfg

the ONLY au I like of Miguel is mafia boss bc even I can see the vision

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The fire was roaring in the fireplace at the dead of night. You padded on the cool marble floor, barefoot, slinky nightgown barely covering you as you headed across the living room to the kitchen, before you could even get there though, a rustle halted you in your tracks.

“Mi Amor?” Miguel emerged from the shadows, his husky voice you could recognise alarmingly fast.

“What are you doing here?” A part of you wanted to freeze in fear, but you never allowed yourself to show any kind of weakness to Miguel O’Hara. Your husband and renowned mobster, who has done nothing but disregard your loyalty. So now, being the wife of a mobster lead to both of you having secretive plans, staging coups, where you were both in the line of fire, either “accidentally” or intentionally. Nobody knew at this point. But you were both still married.

For payback, you decided to remove him from the deed to the house, but knowing Miguel, he’d always find a way to get in.

“I want to come home.” He says so brazenly entitled, like the rich kid who got everything he wanted. But his tone was so gravelly and suave, you swallowed.

“You’re not welcome here anymore.” You scowled, not wanting to show too much emotion.

Miguel looked at you, brawny in his black suit shirt, unimpressed, slightly amused as he began taking off his 20,000 bucks a pop cufflinks. “Is that right?”

“Miguel, enough. I’m finally free of you.” You sounded exhausted, you were exhausted. This dance of death, between passion, marriage and hate was posionous. Wishing death on the other by ordering hits to satisfy meticulously planned agendas and when you get back home, it’s like nothing happened.

“Free? Then why are you still wearing the rock I gave you? I don’t live here anymore, you didn’t have to wear it.”

Your eyes widened and glazed over, he caught you out. Your gaze went to the massive ring on your finger, twirling it absentmindedly and then meeting Miguel’s simmering gaze like a deer in headlights. Your lips pressed into a harsh line.

Miguel stared at that mouth, sometimes he wanted to rip your tongue out of your gaping mouth but then the other, he wanted to taste you again.

His wife.

His property.

You hate him.

But he still wants you.

Your nightgown dipped all the way down to your chest, showing your cleavage. Your hair messy.

Huh.

He forgot how good you can look sometimes.

Miguel started to unbutton his shirt and all you could do was glare at him defiantly.

“Let me back in.” Miguel said coolly, his voice like rich velvet. It wasn’t an order, it was an offer.

He was trying to sweet talk you.

Once he undid his last button, he slowly stalked up to you, his eyes flitting to that beautiful face of yours then back at your body. You’d be a hypocrite to call him out but you were doing the same. Miguel took his shirt off and all you could see was this wall of muscle, his lean waist, those broad shoulders…he looks so…

Fuck.

Miguel reached for your arm and hand and slowly trailed his palm over it, inching closer. “You don’t have to work another day in your life ever again. You’d be my wife again.” He says flatly, but his intonation still convinced you he was sweet talking his way back. This wasn’t a business move, or hit, he was being real.

He was so good at sweet talking and manipulating.

You couldn’t believe his gall after everything he’s done. You scoffed in his face. “Over my dead body.” You bit back bitterly, but your eyes flitted to his lips for a split second.

Miguel pursed his lips for second, thinking for a moment. “That can be arranged.” He said casually.

You slapped him in the cheek, hard. His face turned to the side but when his gaze fell back on you, he chuckled dryly and gripped you by the arm, nearing closer.

“Was that foreplay or punishment?” He asked with a crooked smile like he was completely enjoying himself, those half lidded eyes full of lies and lust.

“Punishment. For having your men take potshots at me.” Your anger flamed into your voice, your stare filled with hate for the man infront of you.

“Like you did with your driver.” Miguel caught you out again, he loved those lips of yours parting in surprise when he did that. He almost wanted to laugh when he found out that you shot your driver because you were convinced he was working with Miguel- he wasn’t. Miguel’s hands teasted up, feeling your skin like so many times before, but he forgot the feeling. He wanted it back. “You know…Some couples they tie each other up to spice things up…” Miguel’s fingers went to your face, his thumb trailing over the skin of your cheek and you felt your breath halt. Then he leaned in real close, his whisper on your temple affecting your already quickening heart. “But you and me we order hits…”

Before you could even say anything, Miguel grabbed you by the waist and turned you around. Your ass pressing against his front. His hand went to your neck and you involuntarily melted into his touch. He didn’t want to but fuck….you wanted to.

“I need you.” He said plainly, matter of factly. There was no sympathy in his voice and it only made your body burn. His hand released from your neck and went to the little strap on your shoulder, you shuddered when he kissed your skin. “I need you by my side.” Miguel’s hand then slid to your naked thigh, the slit helping him hike up the soft fabric of your nightdress, he liked that your head tipped back and your eyes fluttered already. “I need you in my bed.” You moaned softly as his touch made electricity course through your veins. “You know how much money you’ve lost me? Now all I can think about is fucking you. What kind of man does that make me?” He grunted softly in your ear. It wasn’t a question but it wasn’t threatening either.

You hated what he did.

But you weren’t any better either.

Miguel pressed his face into your hair and nuzzled your neck, breathing raggedly. “Say yes mi amor and we can start over. You’ll never get the red taint of blood off your hands. You’ll always be my wife.”

And that did you in.

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i just had to write this sorry lmfaoo

If i speak---

(_sleeparalysis on tiktok)

When you start taking request again can I get shy house wife who take accidentally consumes a high dose of Aphrodisiac but is too shy to ass Miguel to help and is just squirming infront of them and clinching her thighs and he eventually figures out what's wrong? 😋

hmm... did you know strawberry is a natural aphrodisiac? <3

tsireya fainted from tenderness