Sorry For The Asks Lately/ Genuinely

sorry for the asks lately/ genuinely

but! I deleted a note app i had recently and JUST REMEMBERED

I deleted like, two-three chapters i had on a Mafia! Miguel x Mafia!reader thingy i made.

And it was like, legit one of my best works in my opinion. I don’t really like miguel,

(or well, his attitude lmao. His character is slay and i KINDA see the appeal 👀)

But this actually? So good and i genuinely think i was doing good by his character. (Still a hot head yet respectable towards the reader. Especially considering the marriage was forced by both parties families)

i enjoy all the asks so don’t even worry!!! that actually sounds so good… like read first sentence, like, reblog, good

this is me encouraging you to rewrite it

please please please 🙏🙏🙏🙏

yall can’t convince me miguelito wouldn’t shave your pussy for you

head cannon: miguel calls you ‘mi churro’

this is what my bf calls me sometimes— i melt every time he says it lol

i’ve got a hint for a new fic :

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎉🎉🎉

🎂

A cake, for you!

thank you nonny 🩷🩷

wowie

unfair, controlling, hypocritical — miguel o’hara. drabble based on this writing prompt request.

your breath caught the moment you saw his back stop. all your words, you wish you could swallow. the silence was almost strangling before his low voice decided to break it. “you wanna repeat that?”

you manage to simultaneously shake your head and nod. why were you nodding? you didn’t want to repeat what you had said. you had been angry. you are angry. maybe that’s why. miguel has slowly turned, his visible fangs and blood red eyes seeming more prominent as his shoulders flex.

his question still lingers in the air. he hadn’t seen you shake/nod your head. that was probably for the better. “is silence all i’m getting now?” miguel asks, voice still weighed heavy with tension.

you gulp. “do you want me to repeat it?” you quietly manage, because now he was nearing, your feet sliding back. and just as you feel gravity pull you down with a slip to your foot—the edge now scraping your sole — miguel’s hand grips around the middle of your suit. he’s holding you up by some material, his claws probably ruining the stitching.

“do you really think that i want to hear you repeat how i’m some fucking unfair, controlling, hypocritical bastard?” he sneers out the words. his face inches closer to yours as you hold your breath. “i’d love to hear those words come out your mouth again, cariño.”

at one point you thought you could feel the graze of his fang against your lower lip. but to be fair you’re fraction dazed by his proximity. blame it on that. delusions, because miguel would never—

his free hand harshly tilts your head up, your lips now most definitely brushing against his canines. “so you think i’m unfair?” miguel practically speaks to your mouth. his hand that is gripping your suit material is still making you lean slightly over the ledge, your hands now gripping his biceps, as your heart picks a quicker beat.

his hand on your chin slips down your waist. then your body jolts, his fingers having found a placement between your legs. “is this position unfair?” he inquires far too innocently. all your words are choked. “if i let go you’d fall. you’re reliant on me to keep you up…does that make me controlling?”

the pads of his fingers lightly graze back and forth over your covered pussy, making your breathing catch. “is me…touching you like this unfair?”

and through the slight shake of your body you manage a few words. “hypocrite. you forgot hypocrite.” your words are some what of a form of you trying to get your own back. to stand taller, despite the clear lean of your body.

miguel actually manages a chuckle. though it’s dipped in mocking and utter power. “of course. a hypocrite. because despite all of what i’m saying, and what i’m trying to prove…” he pauses, gaze flickering across your features, and then down to your slightly parted lips. “i want to hear you say how much you want me to touch you like this…”

your gaze slightly widens, as you meet his red, now determined eyes. “what?”

“so you were right. i am a fucking unfair, controlling, hypocritical bastard.” miguel’s breath is now fanning over your mouth, as he tugs you closer. “and i’ll show you just how much that title suits me.”

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