Dia. Mexicana. She/her. Twenty-one. Scorpio. Enfp. Kuromi Enthusiast. Energy Drink Addict. Collects Juicy

dia. mexicana. she/her. twenty-one. scorpio. enfp. kuromi enthusiast. energy drink addict. collects juicy couture purses and wallets. thrives off of men written by women. enjoys ragdoll and tuxedo cats.

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cumming soon: KINKTOBER — 2024

will write: miguel o’hara (will add more characters over time)

recent release: imagine dbf! miguel under the stars.

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“smile, you’re on camera!” — ft. dbf!miguel

you and your dad’s best friend miguel always make sure to have private sex without a trace, and most importantly that nobody can ever find out about, but this time he decided it’s time to make a memory of it.

miguel got the nasty urge to do this ever since he found his old panasonic camcorder from his college days stuffed in one of his old boxes in his garage. at first he was hesitant to ask you, worried that it would weird you out or make you uncomfortable. when he finally brought it up and asked you out of spite, how could you say no? he knows how whipped you are for him, and the fact that he even suggested such a thing made you flustered.

now, he’s got you on his bed. face into the pillow and your ass up as he thrusts in and out of you, holding the camcorder in his hand filming as his other hand grabs onto your hip for stability. “shittt baby, look at you” miguel hissed. mewls and skin slapping filling the room.

“takin’ me so so good mama, you love my cock hm?” he murmurs, twitching inside of you at your noises. “y-yes, yes” you whimper. “it’s all yours baby, it’s all yours” he coos, spanking your ass, making you squirm. “look at the camera, pretty” he orders. you turn your head around shyly, looking at the lens through your fluttery wet eyelashes. he grabs your chin softly as he forces you to make eye contact with him as he continues fucking you. he sticks his thumb in your mouth for a couple seconds, as you shamelessly suck on it. he could come just from your expression. “que sucia es mi nena, mira como te pongo” he chuckles, slipping his finger out of your mouth as he reaches down to kiss your cheek.

he flips the camera around towards your face. he wraps his arm around your neck slightly, both of you in the frame as his face leans against yours. he looks at you as your eyes are barely open, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed. seeing his girl all fucked out for him made his dick throbs at sight. “que bella eres chiquita, me encanta tu carita” he whispers, kissing your cheek as he gives a couple glances to the camera. “abrí eso ojitos muñeca” he mutters, looking at you as your half lidded eyes open. for a second you both of you look into the lens, he grins imagining how nasty you guys probably look through the screen.

he leans back up again and palms your ass. your noises get louder and louder, indicating that you were close. “miguel, mig please” you cry as you reach your hand out to hold onto his arm, desperate for him to go faster. his primal instinct kicks in all of a sudden as he pins both of your wrists to your back using his massive hand. he thrusts harder at a rapid pace into you as you squeal and cry out his name like a prayer. “mhmm like this? who’s making you feel this good hm? tell me” he demands, as the camera movements get shakier and shakier. “mmph y-you” you mutter quietly. “louder for the camera baby” he teases. “you, miguel. you make me feel s’ good” you whine, “i’m gonna cum” you squeal as your drool and tears soak up into the sheets.

“fuckkk, let’s cum together baby, i got you” he groans, almost forgetting that he’s still filming. at this point, the camera can’t even pick up a clear image of the beautiful sight infront of him, but he’s so lost in the moment that he doesn’t care about anything except making you cum. his hand grips onto you, balls deep inside of you as you both reach your climax. his cock twitches as he shoots his warm cum inside you, as you cum all over his cock. you feel yourself pulse around him as your juices pool down at his base. “shit” he hisses, his cock sliding out of you. he lowers the camera to your fluttering pussy as cum leaks out of you. “so pretty” he whispers, fingering it back into you. he presses a button and closes the camera, placing it down on the mattress. he rests his body on top of yours breathlessly. he smiles against your skin as he nibbles and plants kisses at your neck.

“did so good f’me, how about next time you’re the camera woman hm?”

It got me having cavities how sweet this is 😭

HAPPY 1K THOUGH LET GO AHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.

Pls my life depends on this request gurl and I hope your having a great day though BYE STILL SO HAPPY FOR YOU EACHING 1k following

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (ﾟωﾟ)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

SMUT

you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

2k+ words

@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum

In the comics Miguel has quite a few girlfriends but in the movie they never mention he has a s/o. Which is why I’m confused where the Latino lover comes into play. Yes he’s over sexualize but in order to be a Latino lover wouldn’t you have to have a lover?

EXACTLY BESTIE!!! LIKE, WHERE DID LATINO LOVER COME FROM??

Miguel didn't even have a lover mentioned in the FILM, for that matter. Like, I don't know how that original user saw “thirst trap” to LATINO LOVER LIKE—

It's so… ugh

Mini vent

You can skip if you don't care lmao

As someone who is Mexican, this British girl has no business in labeling Miguel (from ATSV) as a “Latin Lover.” (don't bother looking her up on Twitter; she's privated her account after this.)

Because god forbid the creators make Miguel O’Hara attractive. And it doesn't help that the creators of Spider-Man 2099 comics have made Miguel unintentionally attractive. (like seriously, look at some of his comic book designs)

And don't you dare drag Oscar Isaac like that because mans did nothing wrong 😭 he played the role and ate (and left no crumbs behind.)

But in all seriousness, this man has not displayed any stereotype of being a “Latin Lover” at all. He was an antagonist (not a villain) in the film. He wanted to do what was best for everyone, preventing anyone from making the same mistakes he made before the film.

The best takeaway from this is not to stereotype or sexualize Latinos or anyone, period. Or don't be ignorant like this chick.

Please do not speak for anyone when you don't know what the issues are. Like I understand you're trying to be woke, but it comes across as invasive and rude overall.

That's all.

Have a lovely day, my little tortellinis 💌

in shuploc, we trust. (and I need this man. Need!)

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