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UHMM LEFT US HANGIN W THAT SPIDER BARBIE BEACH POST?? GONNA NEED THAT SPICY PART ASAAPP 😭

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘LET'S GO BEACH: AGAIN’ (っ˘ω˘ς )

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

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@cheonstapes; ik you guys are tired of me :( getting back into writing is so hard aftter thinking you're not good enough but seeing people still like my posts gave me some motivation to come back! i will admit, i don't read miguel fics anymore but that doesn't mean i won't write for him anymore -- that said, PLEASE SEND VI REQUESTS:))))) thank you for your request my love and i love you all and thank you for supporting me🩷

part one!

1.7k words

cw; SMUT!!, switch!miguel, switch!reader, finger fucking, og i just realised they never kiss :9, mutual pining, miguel is kinda mean but he loves you, water sex?, public nudity, slight exhibitionism (?), NAWT PROOFREAD!!!!

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UHMM LEFT US HANGIN W THAT SPIDER BARBIE BEACH POST?? GONNA NEED THAT SPICY PART ASAAPP 😭

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘LET'S GO BEACH: AGAIN’ (っ˘ω˘ς )

part one!

1.7k words

cw; SMUT!!, FEM!READER, switch!miguel, switch!reader, finger fucking, og i just realised they never kiss :9, mutual pining, miguel is kinda mean but he loves you, water sex?, public nudity, slight exhibitionism (?), NAWT PROOFREAD!!!!

You thought the longer you looked at it, maybe you’d suddenly develop some sort of telekinetic powers to drag it back toward you — but alas, you are not eleven nor are you Moana to be controlling the water. It was cheap, you knew that, and you could never resist a good sale. But you may have slightly overestimated the strength of the flimsy strings of your bra, greatly, actually. Before you could dwell on the unfortunate demise of your bikini top, the firm tug on your exposed nipple snapped your head back round, a dripping hand clamping down on the rough one beneath it.

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S M O K E A N D S U G A R

a Coyote Ugly x College AU

Part 1

content warning: none really, intros to Miguel and Amara, both are a little shy and awkward, he forms a crush slow but fast all at the same time. but will go on to be suggestive so dni minors, and go on about class difference and other stuff.

word count: 3,175 (mostly proofread, she’s a long one oops!)

Kind of the trope of opposites attract, tall big bf and shorter thicker gf, STEM bf and creative gf, nerdy bf and alt gf vibes :)

I took a lot of self liberty on certain things so if they’re not canon to comics that’s why, but 1992 run and other runs of Spider-man 2099 will be incorporated

i was highly inspired by Crazy Rich Asians the books and movie, Spider-Man movies, my own college experience and talented writers like @bluesidez @feyhunter78 @cheonstapes giving y’all your accolades and flowers fr🫶

Part 2 (coming soon) 🍒⋆｡°✩🔬⋆｡°✩ Masterlist

Born in Manhattan to Conchata O’Hara, a formidable lawyer with sky-high expectations, and Tyler Stone, a wealthy CEO more interested in boardrooms than bedtime stories, Miguel’s world was one of sharp edges and colder comforts that have only warmed as of late. His father’s sudden interest in his life came only after the dust of his infidelity settled—when the scandal was quieter and the damage was done. It didn’t matter much. Miguel had long learned to rely on himself, but could acknowledge his dad was at least trying though. Plus the money he gets and the car he drives wasn’t too bad either.

Raised primarily by his mother and stepfather, George O’Hara—a cyber engineer who wrestled with his own demons before finding sobriety—Miguel’s home life was complicated. Kron, his competitive half-brother, took every chance to remind him of his shortcomings, turning sibling rivalry into something resembling a COD lobby—seriously the amount of times the boys scrapped was insane. The only real peace Miguel found was with his maternal grandparents and younger brother, Gabriel—the only people who saw him, not just the expectations placed upon him.

Now 21 and a senior at Empire State University, Miguel poured himself into his Applied Biology major with a focus in Genetics. He lived by structure—early mornings at the campus gym, black coffee or a protein shake in hand, nights spent buried in lab reports. He chased excellence like a man trying to outrun his own shadow, determined to earn his master’s and PhD, dreaming of genetic advancements that could actually change lives.

But even a man like Miguel—stoic, hyper-focused, a perfectionist to the bone—needed a break sometimes.

That’s how he found himself in Media Literacy.

Well, it was a last-minute elective—one he chose more for convenience than curiosity—but the syllabus promised less memorization and equations, which felt like a small mercy.

Amara Reyes lived her life with her feet planted firmly on the ground, even if her heart sometimes wanted to float away.

Born in Staten Island to a lower/middle-class family, Amara had spent her life working—working to be the daughter her parents wanted, working to prove herself in every classroom, working to carve out her own path. After high school, she moved to Florida with her family since they wanted to leave the island, so she took a gap year before starting college there. But the Sunshine State didn’t feel like home. It didn’t really work for her ideal career.

So New York called her back.

Now 21 and a junior at Empire State University, Amara studied Communications with a minor in Entrepreneurship. She hustled hard, attending on a waiver, juggling classes and her involvement with The Beacon—the university’s paper and magazine—where she designed, and wrote, and then the communication club where managed their social media pages and helped coordinate events on campus. She had a great roommate, Jess Drew, the girls got along and hardly ever had issues from being so in sync.

But when the sun set, Amara had another life entirely.

From Thursday to Sunday, 8 PM to midnight, she worked at Coyote Ugly as a Coyote Girl—bartending, dancing on the bar, and pocketing tips big enough to keep her afloat with whatever her waivers and parents couldn’t cover. The bar was more than a job; it was an escape. A place where she could be bold and untouchable—red nails, sharp winged eyeliner, and her body moving to the music, it was good dopamine.

She was both parts—smoke and sugar—a girl who could charm you with a remark but never let you get too close, unless she opened up, rarely.

They met on a Monday, first day of the semester around noon.

Media Literacy was packed—mostly with Communications majors Amara already knew, either through classes or The Beacon. She felt at ease, slipping into her usual rhythm, greeting familiar faces with small smiles and hellos.

Miguel, on the other hand, stuck out like a sore thumb.

He was too tall for the cramped desks, all 6’6 of him hunched over his laptop, and too serious, his jaw tight, a black coffee on the table in front of him. His broad frame looked better suited for a gym than this class, and Amara noticed how his dark eyes skimmed the room—calculating, cautious. Out of place.

When she scanned for a seat, she spotted an ideal spot—close enough to the board that she could see without straining (she needed that, switching between her glasses and contacts as often as she did), and next to an outlet for charging her phone.

And, well… the cute guy sitting there didn’t hurt either.

With a slight hesitation—because, really, why was she nervous?—Amara slipped into the seat beside him.

Miguel barely looked up at first, just a brief glance. But once she settled in, pulling out her laptop that has stickers on them and adjusting her black-rimmed glasses, his gaze flicked back.

He noticed the small details—her curly brunette hair with bold red and blonde chunky highlights on the left side of her hair, the glimmer of her hoop nose ring, the three tattoos dancing along her right arm, the sharp black eyeliner and the way her acrylic stiletto nails tapped softly against the keys, not in an obnoxious way like most would think, though.

His legs are long, his broad frame making the space he had at the long table with 5 seats along the row feel even smaller, but he keeps his focus locked on his laptop looking at the class’ canvas page. His jaw works — tense, contemplative — but he’s careful not to make it too obvious that he’s stealing glances at Amara.

Then a girl with bangs and the comfiest outfit sat next to Amara with a ‘hey mama!’—she seemed to know everyone in the class. The girls chatted a bit till the professor started speaking in the lecture hall.

Amara leaned her elbow against the desk, resting her chin in her hand as she stares at the projector after the professor switched the slides during his introductions about himself, his education, stuff he likes—he’s a Trekkie—and his wife and pets. Amara knew all of this since she’s had the professor before and he was cool. But she’s acutely aware of Miguel sitting next to her — the way his cologne smells, like cedarwood and something spiced, the way he moves with this calculated control, like he’s perpetually holding something back. Probably cause he was a big dude and aware of the space he took up.

God. He’s really cute. Like… annoyingly cute.

The professor’s voice echoes through the room, “Alright, enough of me, let’s get started. Just go down the list, take turns asking each other the questions. It’s not that deep.”

Amara shifts in her seat, her curls falling over one shoulder, and offers Miguel a slightly awkward smile, she and the girl next to her, Jen, knew each other already so she had to talk to the guy next to her. “Guess we should just… start.”

Miguel’s lips twitch at the corner, not quite a smile, but enough for her to notice. “Yeah.” His voice is deep, smoother than she expects.

She taps her nails against the table idly looking at the projector of the icebreaker prompt then back at Miguel. “Okay… what’s your name?”

“Miguel O’Hara.”

There’s a moment of silence as Amara processes it. It suits him — sharp and memorable, she hummed.

“You?” he asks, tilting his head slightly.

“Amara Reyes.”

Miguel repeats her name in his head like he’s etching it into his memory. Amara. He likes the way it sounds — "to love", nice meaning.

“Major?” she continues, keeping her tone light, though her heart’s beating faster than it should be. She usually was shyer with new people regardless.

“Applied Biology. Genetics.” He watches her expression shift — eyebrows raising slightly, lips parting. He knows the reaction — most people don’t expect a guy like him to be in science, let alone genetics.

“Whoa,” she says, blinking. “That’s… intense.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“What about you?” he asks, though he already has a guess — she carries herself like someone in the creative field, not a STEM person really.

“Communications,” she says, tucking a curl behind her ear. “Minor in Entrepreneurship.”

Miguel’s head tilts again, like he’s trying to figure her out. “That tracks.”

Amara squints. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirks — not in a cocky way, but in that almost shy, hesitant way like he doesn’t want to offend her. “Just… you seem like you know how to talk to people.”

Her cheeks warm. “I’m actually not that great at it.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

She bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling too hard. Focus, Amara.

They go down the list, the conversation flowing easier than either of them expected.

“Where are you from?”

“Staten Island, but I moved to Florida after high school. Came back to New York for this. You?.”

“Manhattan, Midtown really. Born and raised.”

Then comes the next question. “Guilty pleasure?” Amara reads out loud, already feeling a little amused about what she’s about to say.

Miguel leans back slightly, one arm resting on the back of his chair. “You first.”

She narrows her eyes at him playfully. “Why me?”

“’Cause I wanna hear yours first.”

Amara sighs. “Jersey Shore. But from the second season cause everyone in the house knows each other better and it’s more iconic when they were in Miami. And I’m not guilty about it.”

Miguel blinks, then his lips quirk up in genuine amusement. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” She grins. “It’s entertaining, I love it.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “It’s been trending again so that makes sense I guess. My mom used to watch it but like hate watched kinda but then liked it.”

She laughed. “Makes sense.“ She then tilted her head. “Well… if we’re talking actual guilty pleasures… I do fall down Hollywood deep dive rabbit holes sometimes.”

Miguel raises a brow. “Like… celebrity gossip?”

Amara scoffs. “Not gossip — history. Like how celebrities careers actually were, or like the history behind movies. I know the most random stuff about pop culture moments.”

Miguel’s grin lingers. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Just… didn’t expect that either.”

Her nail taps against her laptop. “Alright, your turn. Spill.”

He hesitates — just long enough for her to notice — then mutters, “Old novelas.”

Amara’s eyes widen. “What?”

Miguel shrugs, like it’s not a big deal. “My abuela used to watch them all the time when I was a kid. I still watch them sometimes.”

“Like Rubí?” she asks, biting back a laugh.

“Yeah,” Miguel says, a little sheepish but not embarrassed.

“That’s… kinda adorable,” Amara teases, but there’s a warmth to her voice. “My parents love El Señor de los Cielos”

“Good show,” he nodded, glad she didn’t think it was a bad thing.

The last question hovers between them: Tell me something about yourself.

Miguel taps fingers against his notebook, thinking. “I wake up at 5 AM every day to work out.”

Amara’s jaw drops. “Five?”

“Yeah.”

“Willingly?”

He chuckles softly. “Yeah.”

“You’re crazy.”

Miguel leans forward slightly, resting his arm on the desk. “What about you?”

Amara hesitates, then says, “I’ve had my nose pierced three times.”

Miguel’s brows knit together, and for the first time, he really looks at the hoop in her nose — delicate, with tiny diamonds. “Three times?”

She nods, lips quirking. “First time was normal. Then, the piercing fell out. I went to get it back in, wouldn’t go in, waited two weeks and got it redone, but the jewelry was an L shape — wrong kind — so it fell out again.” She laughs softly. “Had to wait a year to get it done right. They even had to put iodine up my nose and everything.”

Miguel winces. “Iodine?”

“Yeah. Felt weird, inside my nose was like orange for a bit, but it barely hurt getting done.”

He laughed. “Looks good now, though.”

Amara blinks. “Thanks.”

The professor claps his hands, pulling the class back to order. “Alright! Hope you all learned something new about each other. Let’s move on.”

Amara glances at Miguel one last time before turning back to the professor, her heart still doing that stupid fluttery thing.

And Miguel — well, he’s already replaying her laugh in his head.

The first few weeks of the semester unfolded like a slow burn — steady, unspoken rhythms forming.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, Miguel finds himself arriving to Media Literacy a little early, not just because he’s prompt to classes — but because Amara always gets there a few minutes before him. Without fail, she slides into her usual seat: second row, close to the board, next to an outlet. The first time it might’ve been coincidence, the second time routine — but now, Miguel wonders if it’s a silent agreement between them, an unspoken decision that yeah, we sit next to each other.

She always has her headphones in when she walks in, big over-ear ones that match her all-black laptop bag, jingling softly with every step because of the keychains hooked onto it — a silver skull, a tiny plush hello kitty, and a heart-shaped charm with a spiderweb design. Her jewelry only adds to the jingling— silver and crystal pendant necklaces layered at her neck, the small hoop in her nose catching the light every time she moves. She practically chimes when she sits down.

Her scent always hits him next — smokey, warm vanilla, but not the overly sweet kind. It’s richer, like burnt sugar and something dark, with a faint undertone of black cherry — probably from the hand sanitizer she pulls out every time she settles into her seat. He doesn’t mean to notice this much, but it’s hard not to when she’s right there, and the smell lingers even after she’s gone.

She always says hi.

It’s never just a nod or a wave — it’s always, “Hey, Miguel”. He likes the way she says his name, even if it makes his stomach twist a little more than he’s willing to admit.

The class itself is… fine. The professor’s energetic enough, pacing at the front of the room while talking about media echo chambers, power structures, and the way people consume information. It’s interesting, sure — but what’s more interesting is Amara.

She’s locked in when it matters — eyes slightly narrowed, lips pursed, typing in bursts on her laptop — but she’s also always doing something creative before class officially starts. Some days, it’s doodling on a digital canvas, her stylus tapping softly against the screen as she works on graphics for The Beacon or content for the comm club’s socials. Other days, it’s designing a flyer or scrolling through Pinterest. Miguel pretends not to glance, but he catches enough to know she’s not just messing around — it’s all purposeful, even if it looks casual.

Once, mid-lecture, the professor brings up Foucault — something about power and knowledge being intertwined — and Miguel watches Amara’s head snap up, her fingers immediately flying across her keyboard. She’s not typing notes, though — he can tell by the way her face scrunches in that determined, focused way — she’s Googling something.

Sure enough, a minute later, she mutters, “Found it,” under her breath — Power/Knowledge by Michel Foucault — free PDF download flashing on her screen.

Miguel can’t help but smirk. “You really just downloaded the whole book?” he whispers.

Amara flicks her gaze to him, her lips twitching. “What? I’m curious.”

That’s something else about her — she’s curious in a way that’s not performative. She doesn’t care about sounding smart; she is smart, and she asks questions without dressing them up in flowery language. She has this way of connecting ideas — tying media literacy back to American individualism or how the general public is responsible for who gets a platform so yes it matters if a controversial person has so many people say ‘well i’m just one person’ it ends up being everyone and that sentiment was individualistic. She doesn’t talk to sound important. She talks to make sense of things.

And Miguel respects that — a lot.

The discussions are the best part of the class, though.

Every time they pair up or break into small groups, Miguel notices how Amara leans into the conversation — not just skimming the surface, but really thinking. Like when they talk about media bias, and she offhandedly says, “People don’t want to hear things that aren’t comfortable or opposite of what they believe, it doesn’t matter if it’s truth or not, it’s aligned with what they want to hear,”

Miguel just stares at her for a second before saying, “That’s a good point.”

Amara’s used to people agreeing just to move the conversation along — but with Miguel, she can tell he means it. He doesn’t add fluff; he just acknowledges when something’s smart.

Outside of class, their interactions are brief but consistent.

Sometimes, Miguel spots her on campus — usually alone, clutching a book she got for free from the library’s withdrawn section. It’s never just fiction — she’s always walking around with some random communication theory book, a collection of essays about film, or a philosophy text. He wonders how her brain isn’t constantly on fire with all the things she’s thinking about.

Other times, he notices how she interacts with people in class — like the girl named Jen who always greets Amara with a cheerful, “Hello, my dear,” or, “Hey, mama.” Amara always responds in kind, asking about Jen’s day or their shared classes, her voice warm but laid-back. She doesn’t cling to anyone, though — more often than not, she’s on her own before and after class, scrolling through her phone or reading.

Then there’s the other stuff Miguel starts to pick up on.

Like how Amara’s emotions are always on her face, despite her resting bitch face.

The first time someone mentions Elon Musk in class — something about him “innovating” media platforms — Amara visibly cringes. It’s not subtle either. Her nose wrinkles, her lips flatten, and her whole body leans back like she’s just smelled something awful.

Miguel bites back a laugh.

And when someone makes a comment about how people just need to stop being so sensitive about media representation, Amara’s reaction is instant. Her brows shoot up, her mouth opens slightly, and her head tilts — a perfect picture of are you serious?

She doesn’t let it slide, either. “It’s not about being sensitive — it’s about acknowledging how representation shapes perception, that empathy should be normalized, godforbid a human basic trait is used. You can’t pretend things exist in a vacuum.”

Miguel finds himself waiting for those moments now — those flashes of honesty in her expressions and the way she speaks up without hesitation.

She had this quietly intimidating, don’t-mess-with-me-but-I’m-nice-if-you-don’t-be-stupid kind of way.

It’s hard not to be drawn to that.

So every time Amara slips into class with her jingling bag, her smokey vanilla and black cherry scent, and her casual, “Hey, Miguel,” — he feels it a little more.

God. He’s screwed.

dividers by @enchanthings and @horangipilled

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18+, mdni, vi-shaped but what else is new

car mechanic!vi who's basically been working at her dad's autoshop hounds auto since she was like seven years old, running around handing vander the fuel pressure meter and fetching water, who grows up in the garage to the point that all vander's regulars know her by name and also all her favorite sweets (bc she DOES have a sweet tooth, despite her tomboy looks).

car mechanic!vi who's closet is exclusively stained gray tanktops, leather jackets gifted to her by all her dad's patrons, and old denim from thrift shops bc she likes how they feel worn in and also why bother getting "nice" clothes if they're just gonna get greased up anyway? who hums to herself when she's working, always has a cool beer chilling in the garage fridge and is doing her best to make sure she can send powder to caltech bc she knows her sister is a genius and is gonna be like a rocket scientist one day.

car mechanic!vi who laughs when you pull up one day with your 1960's cherry red corvette, climbing out of the driver's seat with your white fishnets and your pink croptop and your plaid miniskirt, your heart-shaped sunglasses propped on top of perfectly blown out bangs, and the only thing vi can think when she lands eyes on you is how much she'd enjoy taking you apart on the hood of your car, your thighs hiked onto her shoulders, your palm-prints inked into the bright red paint of your car.

hi lovey, just wanted to check in and see how you were doing 🤍 and no pressure whatsoever but are you planning on dropping pyramids soon?

hi babe, i’m doing good thank you🤍🤍🤍🤍 yes, i did say on my recent fic but i wanna say here that it is coming 🙏🙏 i want to get all my recs out the way before focusing on it as it’s not fair to the people who requested a while ago but i promise it will be done!! thank you for being patient with me !

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘SUGAR BABY CHRONICLES’ ヽ(´o｀；

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

SMUT

REQUEST from my lovely @miguelzslvtz; So I was thinking of an older!Sugar daddy Miguel x reader. The reader is working at small country club and Miguel noticed her. She’s serving him drinks, and taking care of him. He tells her she’s too good to be working there and introduced the idea of being her sugar daddy (basically some arm candy). He invites her over to his mansion for a party and she’s dressed up for him🫶🏻 all night she’s being looked at by other men and woman, he’s being very protective of her. He loves on her all night and makes sure she’s taken care of💗💗spoiled✨

cw; older!miguel, slight age gap (reader is in early 20s, miguel is in early 30s), cumming inside, slight breeding(not really, i just have a problem), sugardaddy!miguel, readers a little bit of a tsundere kinda, miguel’s really in love, cunnilings, shower sex, hair pulling, NAWT PROOFREAD!!

4k+ words (longest fic omg!!)

@cheonstapes; hi again…🤗 these hiatuses are killing me. i’ve been absolutely swamped and i lost so much motivation to write but im glad to say i think i’ve found my footing. i found myself again and i’ll work on balancing everything from now on! i apologise for the mammoth amount of time it took me to do this (this is what i get for working chronologically) and i have not forgotten about your requests if you sent one! pyramids and project ex will still be coming but i want to make sure requests are out of the way as they’ve been there for months and it’s not fair for the lovely people who’ve waited so long. thanks again! i love you all🩷

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omg i would Love to get choked out by geto’s thighs 😳😳😳

geto suguru stars in… ‘CHOKE YOU OUT’ (。-∀-)

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. geto suguru x reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

SMUT

letting your boyfriend, suguru, choke you out with his thighs! 🩷

pt. 1

cw; SMUT!! meanishdom!geto, thigh choking, bj, cumcumcum, NAWT PROOFREAD!

400+ words

@cheonstapes : i was thinking abt this for so long🥲 thank you for your request my love!🩷 i hope you enjoy!!

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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!

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ACTUAL PERFECTION!!! 💜💜

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AHH I LOVE TUMBLR🥲🩷🩷 thank you my love! 🩷

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cheonstapes

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

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

-🐈

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

nymphomatique

i see creampie and cheon and just HAVE to reblog 🗣️

cheonstapes

my breeding kink is getting worser and worser☺️

#cheonstapes #cheonsreviews❕#lovely people #❤️❤️❤️

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

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

-🐈

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

monarchberrysblog-deactivated20

It got me having cavities how sweet this is 😭

cheonstapes

HEEHEHHE 🤭🤭

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hey, your handy miggy story is honestly one of the best fics i’ve read in YEARS. will we ever get a pt2 to their relationship? i love their dynamic!

AWWW SHUCKS, thank you🤗🩷🩷🩷🩷 i get so shocked when people say this cause i can barely stand to read my own work sometimes 😭

i would love to write more for them, it was genuinely one of my favourite things i’ve written too! i have some notes down but if you have any ideas i would love to know!

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my request was a nerd!miguel x nerdyFM!reader (in college,seniors, I don’t know 😭 and pls put nonnieor Barbie version but different 🤭🫣) were in this case is reader is a shy but sweet person and Miguel is basically an “everyone know person” especially with the popular group which are the people who’s brother him the most, and talk to him the most and flirt with him the most. in this case you reader and Miguel are secretly dating for the past few or two year? No one expects you and Miguel to be dating and no one did in fact no one thought about it.and that kinda what Miguel wanted to know that you guys were dating.for these reasons, nobody touch what his, touches you. And which reader she a sweet person who help anyone is needed especially learning department,(and who doesn’t know that much flirting or anything about fashion or what is a considered popular) and when boys talk to her she get confused about the some of the topic.and when it other nerds boys that need ‘help’ with stuff (which is just a reason to heard reader voice🤭). and when ever Miguel see anyone or boy who’s just talking to you he kinda get jealous. not even a kinda jealous literally jealous and start death staring at you guys talking in which reader get confused and concerned about if Miguel mad at reader. In which Miguel will alway come up behind you and hug you which makes you get more shy then you usually are. And which the person your talking to think it normal, which pissed of Miguel and started touching reader more then usual in front of the guy.( let name the guy Jaden?😋). And Miguel beign a jealous nerdy boy told him to “can you see that it our tutor session” which Jaden apologizes to him and reader for missing there session and was just here to tell reader that there is a new club if she want to join.

I got no idea for the nsfw: but I do Have one like imagine Miguel is having reader in his dorm room to study about a project but then up doing it all in the library and Miguel wanted to reader to still come to her dorm and chill and have a relaxing night. But instead it be a session all about you 🫣🤭.

fluff/smut! 🫶 I’m so happy for you hitting 1k followers! 🥰 well bye!

hi baby, thank you so much!

i was re reading this and i realised its quite similar to the fic i just posted so i’m going to put the two together if you don’t mind! however, i can still write one for you if you want, just let me know🩷

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

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

-🐈

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

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gojorgeous

arranged marriage! gojo heacanons

pairing: gojo x fem!reader synopsis: just some headcanons about arranged marriage gojo! headcanons do follow a linear plot content: MDNI (18+ONLY), nsfw & sfw content, arranged marriage, p->v, oral (fem!receiving), pregnancy, breeding, not proofread because i'm lazy!!! a/n: i had a request to do a sort of expansion/sequel/prequel (?) on my business or pleasure fic, so... this is that. enjoy! and remember AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!! wc: 2k (that's so much headcanon lmao)

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who reluctantly agrees to an arranged marriage when the clan decides it’s time to secure the lineage and make a new heir.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose jaw nearly drops when he sees you for the first time as you’re walking down the aisle. No way you’re that hot…

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s practically rocking on his feet waiting for the minister to give him permission to kiss you.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who drags said kiss on a little (a lot) longer than he needed to and spends the rest of the night wishing he’d dragged it on even longer.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s actually really pissed that there are so many damned guests at his wedding. All of them want to talk to him when all he really wants to do is talk to you!!!

nymphomatique

your nerd miguel fics are so good i didnt even know id like dom!reader this much

imagine slutty!reader getting ready for another party and she's barely wearing anything, pretty tits n ass spilling out of her clothes. she's leaning forward over the vanity to do her make up, and miguel cand help but get distracted from (her) homework, and just looks at her plump ass peeking from under her flimsy skirt. he begs her to let him rub himself on her and with hesitant hands he grips her hips and dryhumps her like a dog in heat

well, yes!

cw: slight dom!fem reader, sub!miguel yall know the vibes, me indulging in fashion for a moment, dry humping, miguel cums in his undies, this one’s a lil sweet i fear, awkward ending soz, edited AND proofread y’all 🙏🏾 (can’t guarantee no mistakes however)

wc: 1.6k

❤︎ a/n: i’m a dirty liar and forgot to upload this yesterday but!! she’s here and she was a labour of love! everyone who survived the great barbie drought of winter 2023-2024 gets a pin and goodie bag at the door. nevertheless, enjoy!! 💋

“hey, four eyes, this dress or should i wear a skirt instead?”

brown eyes you’ve come to know so well, more than you’d like to admit, flit up to meet yours momentarily until they look at the two articles of clothing hanging on hangers between your manicured fingers. in one hand, a mesh cut out dress with a deep plunging neckline, and a khaki mini skirt in the other.

“um, skirt. y-you looked pretty in it when you bought it, so um- you should wear it,” miguel mumbles, a pink tint sweeping its way lightly across his face. you’re feeling particularly sweet on him today. it’s been hard to keep your eyes off him as of recent, his chiseled jaw, thick lips, and who could ever forget the resplendent pools of brown that takes form of his eyes. eyes that make your face heat up, setting your body ablaze and feeling feverish under the slightest of glances.

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