Miguel Headcanons - Tumblr Posts
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Tonight, Miguel talks you through it.
“You got it baby, you’re doing so good for me.” It catches you off guard. He watches how you moan, looking back and forth between your plump, wet lips, and the way your hips move on him. He lets you ride him slowly; he loves watching you unravel on top of him, he lives to watch how well you take him. His big hand is stroking your long hair, fingers brushing your lower back before he pulls at it, earning your whines. “Just like that,” he mutters, one hand on your ass as you slowly grind against him. “You take me so well, hermosa, keep going.” You respond in moans, his words putting butterflies in your stomach. He hasn’t been this vocal before, talking you through it. “Go slower baby, just a bit, así, fuuck así,” he groans, throwing his head back, eyebrows knit together in pleasure. You stare at his parted lips, in awe of how beautiful he is, how excruciatingly hot he is. Sweat glazes his tan skin, his dark brown waves are tousled, and the crimson in his eyes glows brighter.
The tip perfectly rubs into your g spot as you slowly grind on him; you feel your end coming. “Baby,” you whine; he recognizes it immediately. “Finish for me, baby, come on,” he encourages, looking down at your hips then back at the sweaty, whiny mess you’ve become. His big hand holds your waist, supporting you as you start to unravel. You let out your final cries, when he starts to finish too. Slowly, achingly, he breathes out, “Baby, god, Y/N,” as he finishes inside of you, grunting and whining under your hips. You place your hand on his lower chest, supporting your weight as you crumble on top of him. His big hand envelops yours, he squeezes gently as he throws his head back, letting you slow down to a halt. “You did so good, baby,” he breathes out, giving you an encouraging thigh squeeze. He looks up at you so lovingly, urging you to you lean down to kiss him. Sinking further into the kiss, you collapse on top of him, allowing him to now wrap his arms around your waist, breathing in unison. You stay like that for a while.
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sweet sweet fantasy baby
Miguel O’Hara x Black!fem!reader
warnings: fluffy, probably bad grammar cz i didn’t check, short
a/n: i was looking at prompts while listening to music and fantasy by mariah carey and grumpy x sunshine just did something in my brain. i probably could’ve done more but it was just a thought. i’m just trying to get back into writing. enjoy
you were always distracted with something on your phone or walking through the hallway with a big pair of headphones on your head drowning out every outside sound. always in your own little world.
you’d skip into miguel’s office with a stack of plates in your hand saying he needed to eat something. taking notice of when he liked something in particular and bringing more of that.
sometimes you would bring him things that you made yourself and little encouraging notes on top.
he never told you to stop so you just kept coming.
when he found himself taking a liking to you, he had tried to figure out ways to let you down easily, believing you were too happy and he would bring you down. but every time he watched you come in with something new, sometimes ranting about the latest thing you were interested in.
“did you know that the two loudest animals in the world are the sperm whale and the blue whale?”
one week it was the ocean, another it was ww2. whatever it was, he was listening, it being the only opportunity he had outside of missions to hear your voice.
it got to the point where he hadn’t been able to hide it anymore. everyone knew how much he cared for you. checking on you after missions, letting out a small smile when he saw you doodling during meetings. or the way his tone unintentionally softened when he talked to you.
one day he asked you why you always did the things you did for him. you said. “Do you not like it?” he hated the fact that he may have made you disappointed for even one second.
No!” he cleared his throat, trying to recover from the embarrassment. “No, that wasn’t what I meant. I meant, why do you go through all this just to..help me?”
“I believe everyone deserves for someone to care for them. I care about you.” he could’ve melted right there. he had tried to hide the way his eyes softened and the tenseness in his shoulders went away completely.
you turned around to leave but he grabbed your arm. “stay.” his eyes seemed like he was pleading. “ok.” you said softly, smiling.